#alarm clocks isnt

[technology-devotee]

me coming out as objectum to my friend and explaining what it is to him and he just says loudly “OH MY GOD THERES A WORD FOR THAT”

[lupucs]

Gosh I love your art!

But uh whats your favorite deltarune ships?

Thank you so much!! Oh gosh, you really caught me off guard with this one hah!

Well, uh I think it should be pretty obvious which ships I like by now...

It's clearly-

It-

It's obviously...

THOSE GUYS!

[synthetic-sonata]

btw some #sketches . werecat bit. werekitty bitty . if u will . frankenstein scrap was spur of the moment to match bits freak but it works well bc . well.... scrap. and frankenstein is a stitched together mess . and scrap is made of whatever materials they had lying around.

itd be redundant to make a seperate post for it, so alongside this, heres a WIP lineup of bits designs in various AUs ( first is his base / canon design, obviously . does humanoid form count... its not an AU but its a form. i might draw humanoid bit properly for this . who knos . )

[august--and-everything-after]

I know it's cause everyone has a phone now so the market isn't there like it used to be, but it is SO difficult to find a kitchen timer. Surely there are enough people still who don't have a cell phone or don't want to use it's timer feature for some/all of their needs.

[confetti-critter]

Got in trouble for taking 5 min to put sunscreen on before leaving I hate work I hate society I f

[lavender---sunshine]

My quality of life has gone up so much now that I can sleep in and bake cakes and go for walks and not feel rushed

[routetoroadkill]

fighting the eepy, eepy got hands

[noodlesewp]

Schools been kicking my hyperbolic ass so here are some Bad Kids & Co (and some seven maidens) headcanons that have no context

Fabians really into boybands

Riz has some chronic pain that he fully thinks is just a part of having a body, adding this to reasons why Riz likes being carried by his friends

Mary Ann just likes being picked up so there are times when Gorgug is carrying Riz and Mary ann under his arms like bags of potatoes

The bad kids share clothes and Gorgug is the only person not that excited about it cause a lot of his clothes are tailored for his height

Fabian is fully convinced hes a straight guy (he isnt)

Riz and Kristen are the only bad kids that dont have a complicated skincare routine

Ayda binds

The bad kids have designated spots in eachothers homes

Fabians alarm clock has been replaced with his new baby sibling screaming at the top of their lungs. He is convinced they are doing this on purpose

Both Aelwyn and Mazey are taller than Fabian. This is a Gilear trait

Gorgug stole his skincare routine from Zelda

Sam fucks with the weather whenever someone she hates goes on a walk

Fig spent a solid weekend speedrunning Quokki Pets to get to lime level so she could talk to Mary Ann more

A lot of the Kristen simulacrums post K2 are research material for a paper Adaines writing about simulacrum autonomy

Kristen hoards trash in her pockets when there isnt a trash can nearby and then forgets its there when she finds one

New art when i have some

[itsss4t4n]

Mi Vida - Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Request? Yes @nothankyou543

"Can you do Connor Stoll or Leo Valdez x fem reader just cuddling in the morning after they wake up "

warnings: none, one kiss, no use of Y/n, spanish swear words, bad spanish

a/n: Firstly sorry this took a few days, i had a lot of school stuff this week and i also forgot how hard writing actually is. The spanish in this fic is mostly google translated so i apologize if something is wrong. And again english isnt my first lanuage.

"Mierda!" 

You groan slightly and try to push further into the mattress. The quiet clanging and clinking of metal apruptly stops for a few seconds.

When you dont make another sound or move ,the noise starts up again.

Without moving, you slightly open your eyes to peer over at Leos desk. There he sits, still in his spiderman pyjamas, probably working on a new invention. His desk is full of small metal pieces. Bronze cogs, rods and plates are strewn all over and its impossible to make out what he is currently working on. 

Your eyes shift to the bronze alarm clock, that Leo built 2 weeks ago, and you groan once again.

7.38 AM.

Leo stops his clanging once again and looks over at you. 

"Good morning mi amor" His face stretches into a big smile. A smile thats not quite his almost cocky signature 'Leo smile'. Its a lot softer and filled with love. And most importantly, its exclusively reserved for you.

"Sorry, didnt mean to wake you up." his smile turns slightly more apologetic.

He gets up while wiping his hands on the already dirty rag that hangs of the back of his chair. 

"Its fine", you grumble while turning over onto your back, "Why are you up this early?"

Smiling sheepishly Leo climbs back into bed, clumsily hitting his shin on the bedframe while doing so. A small yelp leaves his lips, making you huff out a small laugh. "Shut up" he softly shoves your head back into the pillow making you laugh more.

Leo finally gets situated as you calm down your laughing, his head proped up on his hand while his other arm sits around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Just couldnt sleep anymore and was bored", he softly answers your question. You hum in reply, enjoying having him close to you once again. "Again sorry for waking you up, hermosa", he mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss to your hairline. 

Pressing into his touch, you once again hum. "No really, you're fine." Pullin your head away slightly you look up at him and ask "So what were you working on?"

Leo's Face lights up immediately at you showing interest in his inventions, and launches into a detailed explaination of the machine he was currently working on. 

While talking Leo gesticulates wildly with the hand that was previously on your waist, the hand that previously propped his head up snaking under your head and to your back, pulling you into him again.

This was something you loved about leo: his constant need for physical touch. No matter what, he would always be touching you, whether it was holding your hand, having his hand around your waist or your shoulders , laying his hand on your knee when you where sitting next to each other or even just sitting or standing as close to you as humanly possible.

You cuddle into him again, tilting your head up to look at him, a fond smile spreading over your face. 

Leo looks down at you and stops in his ramble about something not working as it should and looks at you questioningly .

"What?"

"Nothin, just admirin you, Guapo.", you aswer, makin Leo smile at the little spanish nickname. He's always loved when you used the little spanish that you knew, especially if it were terms of endearment like this.

" You're one to talk, hermosa" , he grinnes before tilting his head down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You kiss back and slightly smile into it. 

Its not a long, heated kiss. Its small, soft and full of love. 

When you part again, he places a small peck on the tip of you nose before cuddling back into you and pressing his face in your hair again.

"Te amo, mi vida"

"I love you too, cariño "

(translations: mierda= shit, mi amor= my love, hermosa= beautiful, guapo= handsome, cariño= darling/sweety/honey/dear, Te amo= I love you, mi vida= my life )

[yurioyuratchka]

Hello can I request a Lawliet x reader

a girl detective who has grown up with him and watari but she stopped responding to the messages and attempts to communicate with him

Light Yagami

please

IN MY SOLITUDE.

l. lawliet x fem!reader

ꨄ︎ this isnt going to be very long, the 2nd part will be WAY longer im just trying to get atleast a bit of this out to show

ꨄ︎ content : fluff (?)

ꨄ︎ summary : fem!reader ignores Lawliets advances to try and contact her and eventually he gives up on trying. She later regrets this and makes an attempt to reach him and he lets her help on the kira investigation and eventually they make up.

ꨄ︎ side-note : im gonna be doing this in two parts because its a longer story >0<

ꨄ︎ wordcount : only 589 :3

"Watari, have you heard from her?" L asked, his voice laced of curiosity and concern as he sat cross-legged on the couch, a half-eaten plate of cake balancing precariously on his knee.

Watari, his eyes never leaving the multitude of screens in front of him, replied with a curt, "No, she hasn't been responding to my messages either." He says releasing a deep sigh.

The room was filled with a heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. The once familiar chirping of birds outside had been replaced by the distant murmur of the city, a stark reminder of the passage of time. The warm, yellow light cast by the desk lamp threw deep shadows across L's face, highlighting the dark circles that had become a permanent fixture under his eyes. He took a bite of the apple, the crunch echoing in the quiet room.

"It's been months," L murmured, his gaze drifting to the silent phone on the coffee table. The female detective, someone he had known for so long, had suddenly gone quiet. They had shared countless cases, grown up together in the complex world of crime, and yet she had just disappeared from his life without a trace. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger at her sudden withdrawal, especially when he knew she had the skills and insight that could help him on the most critical case of his career, the Kira investigation.

Making a quick decision to contact the female, the dark haired male decided to send her one last email that could possibly change the situation and bring the two back together.

“Hello Y/N.

I would like to request that you meet me out for lunch at CAFEEL the coffee shop located in the underground section of Shinjuku Station in Tokyo tomorrow afternoon.

I have some very important things to discuss with you and I would greatly appreciate if you came alone.

Sincerely, L.”

y/n’s pov

My computer dinged, signaling i’ve received an email. I click over to the already opened tab to see one single email, I click it and soon im met with a breif email from L. Lawliet. My eyes darted back and fourth at the email, debating if I should write him a reply or just ignore it like have all the other emails.

I let out a shaky breath, contemplating my choices, I slide my mouse over to the bold ‘REPLY’ button at the end of the email I have received and I click on it. I quickly begin typing out my answer, feeling a light wave of sudden courage.

“ Dear L. Lawliet,

I hope this message finds you well. I sincerely apologize for not responding to your previous emails over the years; I appreciate your patience. I would be more than happy to meet you for lunch at CAFEEL tomorrow afternoon. It get how important this may be for our friendship and I understand the need for a private discussion. Please let me know what time works best for you, and I'll make sure to be there.”

I release a deep breath and start to stand up and stretch, releaving my body from being sat down in my old office chair for hours. I bend down a bit to close off my tabs and turn off my monitor for the night. I set the alarm on ny alarm clock for 9am to give myself time to get ready before I see my friend whom I havent contacted in years, finally heading to bed for a much needed rest.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? >^<

this def isnt the best i couldve done but im not unhappy with it >_< i will try to do a part two of this as soon as i can but ive been very busy recently so..

and i very much appreciate anyone who has sent me requests i promise im working on them

and please criticize this and let me know what you think . tips/advice are appreciated >_<

and @alyssa-dayne please feel free to let me know if this isnt what you meant in the request i will glady rewrite it for you >_<

[yousufferbutwhyyyy]

Everything at Once part 3

Dieter Hellstrom x Original Fem Character

(I apologize if this fanfic is dumb, I've wanted to make one for a while but never gotten around to it. Again, English is not my first language, so I apologize for the grammatical errors and the some parts that make no sense. Also thank you for the support! ♡♡)

Warnings: cursing, N*zis, discrimination, dieter is smittennnn, flirting, smut in the future, violence and angst in the future. I do not support N*zis in any shape or form!

I'm sick of translating so everything is in English now. 😘

(not my gif)

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A week later, Dieter found himself thinking of the French baker. He can still taste her coffee on his tounge and feel her fingers accidentally touching his. He wondered how those fingers would feel on other parts of his skin. The thought sent shivers down his spine.

He felt absolutely horrible about snapping at her for no reason. Her startled expression made his heart sink more and more.

BRRRRRIIIIIIING

His alarm clock buzzed. 5 o'clock.

"Shut up" he grumbled trying to turn off the damn thing.

BRRRIIIIIIING

He fumbled it in his hands for a minutes, eventually throwing across the room, hitting the wall. It broke.

"Shit." Dieter mumbled.

He looked over at the calendar. Sunday. Rest day... finally.

After getting ready for the day, he decided the walk around the city.

There was no one out, due to church goers and the ungodly hour.

There was something peaceful about walking the streets of Paris alone, but also strange

Isnt Paris the City of Love? Where is his love?

He made it to Camille's bakery and stopped the entrance. The door was blue and the windows blue floral drapes were closed.

He looked up at the apartment above the establishment and saw the window was open and the white lace drapes were softly blowing in the wind. Suddenly, a young woman appeared in a cream colored nightdress and leaned over the black metal balcony.

Dieter panicked slightly, and hid in the small alleyway around the corner; he could still see the woman.

It was the waitress.

The stupid waitress....

He watched her for a moment, basking in her beauty and she smoked her cigarette on the balcony.

The sight was almost too perfect.

Her golden curls were loose around her shoulders and her nightdress had the perfect sheerness that he could almost see her silhouette.

Dieter realized he was watching her for too long when that beautiful face saw his...

Shit

Camille gasped so hard she nearly choked on the cigarette smoke. She ran back inside clutching her chest, hoping he didnt see anything. Oh, but he did and he will never forget.

Dieter mentally kicked himself for being a peeping tom.

"Now my reputation is even worse now." He thought to himself as he trudged back to his flat.

When back home, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat on the sofa.

He drank his sorrows and embarrassment that night never not thinking of that stupid waitress.

.

The next evening, Camille was cleaning up the cafe, wiping down the counter, cleaning the dishes, and now he least favourite...mopping the floor.

Some idiot German officer's wife let her child throw a God awful fit and tossed a perfectly made hot chocolate to the ground.

Camille groaned and cringed when realizing the floor has been stained.

Small tears prickled in the corners of her eyes. That morning, she got a letter from the landowner stating if she doesnt make anymore money in the following week, her cafe will be shut down.

Out of a fit of rage and exhaustion, she threw her favourite vase full of flowers to the ground.

I'll never make as much as they want....I'll never make the bare minimum anyways...

Without notice, a pair of black leather boots came into view as she looked up from her fit on the ground.

Her eyes traveled upwards the black clad legs, to a long thick leather jacket and a swastika on a red cuff.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir. What would you like?" Camille panicked, not meeting the eyes of the officer.

"Nothing miss..." the voice spoke. She looked up and saw the face of the pale man...

She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.

"Your flowers are on the ground." Dieter said plainly.

Camille giggled softly.

He cracked a small smile. "Need new ones?"

She looked up at him again in confusion. Then, he moved his hands behind his back and presented the bouquet. It was multicolored with different roses, lilacs, and baby's breath. It was beautiful.

She smiled and took the bouquet from him.

"I dont know your favourite colour, so I got all of them." He said proudly. Camille laughed and took a smell of the flowers.

"Merci... but why did you get me flowers?"

Dieter's face went red as a tomato.

"I felt sorry for bring rude the other day and spying on you. Trust me, it was not my intention. "

Camille rolled her eyes playfully and looked directly into his eyes. "Isnt that your job, to spy?"

He chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulders.

They shared this peaceful beautiful moment together a little longer. He plucked a small flower from the bouquet and but it behind Camilles ear.

"Would you like some help with cleaning?" He asked without taking his eyes off of her.

She felt droopy, relaxed finally.

"Oh...the mess..." she replied quietly looking up at him. His features more visable to her. She felt herself closer to him and slowly close her eyes.

Dieter panicked.

"Mademoiselle... the mess."

Camille immediately snapped out of her love bitten stupor and got right back to cleaning.

Dieter helped out on what he could with picking up the broken glass. As he leaned to pick the glass up, Camille was already on her knees trying to scrub the stain off the floor. They were inches part. Dieters heart raced.

She looked over at him and smiled.

He got up quickly before anything tempting would happen.

What is wrong with me...

As he threw out the glass he saw the small peice of paper containing the for closure of the bakery. His throat felt dry and his hands got clammy.

No...dont leave me just yet...

"I think I got most of it." Camille admitted as she got up from the floor.

Dieter looked her in the eyes.. she cant leave me yet...

"What is your name, Mademoiselle?" He asked her.

"Camille Robichaux." she answered. "Yours?"

"Major Dieter Hellstrom."

She giggled playfully and took his hat off his head and put it on hers. He laughed and tried to take it back, but she was too quick and ran away from him. He followed her, lagging behind on purpose. He watched her legs as they ran away from him. I wonder how those legs feel around my...

She turned a sharp corner and up a flight of steep stone stairs. The stairs to her flat. Should I? Dieter thought.

He heard her giggling and her feat running upstairs.

Fuck it. He ran after her, following her laughter.

@whore4waltz @rurivu @xoxocillian @fridaycanbesadsometimes @racheljo47 @whitechoc135 @officerh4t @blueberrypancakesworld @hanslandasstrudel

To be continued...😘😘

[livin4woso]

Breaking the media

Chapter 7- rest day

You had woken up in your bed the next morning which isnt where you had fell asleep the alarm clock next to you read 11.30am 'shit' was all you thought 'alexia is going to kill me im so late for training' you thought almost jumping from your bed and flinging the door open to the living room of the apartment however instead of finding the emptiness off the kitchen there was alexia mapi and ingrid. You stood almost clueless as the older girls turned to look at you "morning" mapi says first swivelling on her chair to face you "what the.. nah am i lost or something i thought we had training" you said staring almost having to think to blink " no we dont its a rest day" ingrid replied while the spanish girls look at eachother trying to decifer what you said. "What am i speaking a foreign language" you ask "yes y/n you are and i thought lucys accent was bad but you're on another level" mapi remarked " i agree with her Pequeña" alexia said greeting you with a warm smile.

You wandered to sit in the spare chair at the table as alexia served you breakfast it was like a little family you could never understand why alexia was so kind to you, the way she treated you it was like no one else had ever done before it was comforting. "I was thinking about going into town today" you said biting into a piece of toast. "You sure you want too?" Alexia ask concern filled her thoughts after yesterday. "Yeah i do you can come with me and be my tour guide" you said digging your elbow into her side "okay okay sure but no messing around otherwise im not buying you anything" she said back with her arms folded as if she was talking to a toddler.

You ran upstairs to get changed and make sure to have your phone with you as you shoved it into your jean pocket. "Okay im ready to go" you said bouncing on your heels "right let me get my shoes on but we have guests you know" alexia said pointing at mapi and ingrid "oh yeah do you wanna come then?" You asked hopeful they might come "we would love too but unfortunately we're going to a restaurant out of town so we need to go and get ready" mapi said almost sad that she couldn't hang out with you "no no its okay" you said smiling back at her.

You watched as the couple left the apartment and alexia followed car keys in hand to give you the best guided tour of Barcelona that anyone could ever give you. Your day was amazing you travelled to every single tiny art piece to the big monuments wandering through shops and stopping to try food. The day was amazing even though you did get made to go on photo duty as about 20 people recognised the la renia in her own kingdom but you didn't mind because truthfully you would have been the same a couple weeks ago.

The sun was coming to an end the skys turned from azule blue to a mix of dusty oranges and pinks that were littered with clouds as you made your way back to alexias car "thank you so much I've had such a good day even being your photographer" you said joking on the last part of your sentence "ohh shut up i might have to hire you if you're that good at taking photos then" she joked back "eyy i never that mate i only said i would for today" you said back "y/nnn stop with the English words you know i dont understand them" she said deadpanning her face "sorryyy they just slip out" you said pouting at her. The way home was peaceful you chatted all the way too the apartment and you talked right until you had to sleep as training had restarted and so did the games which you had hoped to start in.

[americanwh0resstuff]

-Relax, Princess-

Blaine DeBeers

Blaine DeBeers x reader oneshot

BOYFRIEND BLAINE WHO ISNT UR BOYFRIEND BUT ACTS LIKE IT CUZ HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO LET HIS GUARD DOWN‼️‼️‼️

Best playlist:

Word count: 1,616

Fluff ☁️ and smut ❤️‍🔥

Not connected to my other oneshots, this takes place when Blaine is human, reader is also human and doesn’t know what Blaine gets up to.

-Relax, Princess-

Today was rough, as much as I enjoy my job, sometimes it can be genuinely draining, 9-5 may be the standard, but I felt half asleep most of the day. Between demanding customers and the endless cleaning, I was exhausted.

I kept my eyes on the clock, counting down the seconds till I could clock out, the minute it turned to five o clock I was in the staff room, changing out of my uniform and packing up, I was done for the day.

I rang Blaine while walking to my car, secretly glad it went straight to voicemail, I didn’t have the energy.

I told him about my busy day and mentioned that I was just gonna crawl into bed as soon as I got home, I was shattered and I didn’t even want to eat.

I drove home with the radio turned down, music barely audible, hands glued to the wheel and my back hunched over, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. Luckily the ride home was quiet, not much traffic on the icy roads.

As soon as I got to my apartment building I darted for the lift, leaning up against the cool metal as it made its way to the fourth floor. My feet were dragging against the carpet and I could barely get my key in the door, when I finally got the damn thing open, with a slight kick to the bottom of the wood (stupid old apartment, nothing works smoothly), I immediately kicked my shoes off, dropped my back, and already started unbuttoning my jeans.

The second I saw my bed I sighed in relief, collapsing on it and wiggle it out of my clothes, climbing under the covers in just a T-shirt and panties.

I’m pretty sure I fell asleep straight away, not even bothering to take my makeup off or shower off the grime of scrubbing counters all day.

I slept peacefully until I woke up hearing my door crack open, still too sleepy to open my eyes I convinced myself it was just my imagination, a dream blending into reality in my dazed state, until I felt the bed dip at my feet. I looked up to see Blaine, well just his back, his black suit jacket clinging to his shoulder muscles as he bent over to untie his shoes, cursing softly as he dropped it to the floor, making a loud noise.

He looked behind him to see me sitting up slightly, smiling sleepily at him.

“Hey baby, go back to sleep, I’m sorry for waking you.” He shot me an apologetic look before turning back to his other shoe. Looking over at the alarm clock I realised it was 6:40, I must have slept for at-least an hour and a half already. I did what he said, too far gone to protest, and curling back into the warmth of my blanket, a harsh contrast to the cool winter air in the room.

His weight was lifted from the bed shortly as I heard his shrug off his jacket and remove his jeans, the familiar sound of his belt hitting the floor tipping me off to his plan. By the time he’d crawled in beside me I was ready to attach myself to him at the first chance, wrapping my arms around his chest and snuggling my face into the crook of his neck, he shuffled around, getting comfortable then wrapping his arms around me, giving me a reassuring squeeze and kissing my forehead.

I looked up at him.

“What are you doing here?”

He shushed me and stroked my hair.

“Get some sleep first, we’ll talk later.”

His fingers danced across my skin, tracing patterns on my arm. He held me so close, his body heat warming me up pleasantly in comparison to my futile attempts to wrap my thick duvet around me.

I fell back asleep within minutes, his presence immediately soothing me, softening my dreams for reoccurring nightmares to sweet memories of us together.

•••

I awoke less than an hour later, hunger building in my stomach, I pull away from Blaine tight embrace just enough to see his face, how his brows slightly furrowed every few seconds, and how he would almost open his mouth to speak before sighing and going back to being completely chilled out. He was obviously dreaming and I couldn’t help wonder what about, I smiled to myself and caressed his cheek, not wanting to wake him up suddenly, enjoying my view.

Eventually his eyes fluttered open, beautiful blue orbs clouded by sleep.

He grinned at the sight of me, leaning in to kiss me, it was soft and sweet, caring and gentle.

“You hungry?” I asked. “I was thinking of ordering in? I don’t wanna cook, dinner in bed?” He nodded and pulled me in tight to his chest, kissing my neck and jaw.

I giggled and pulled away, turning to my nightstand to grab my phone.

I laid on my back, Blaine’s head on my chest as I scrolled through the delivery options, we eventually agreed on Indian food and placed our orders, as soon as I put my phone down, Blaine leaned over me, kissing me once again.

“You had a rough day?”

I nodded and played with his hair.

“Yeah, it was just busy, I could barely keep my eyes open on my way home.” He frowned slightly, concerned.

“You gotta be careful baby, you could have called me and I would have picked you up.”

I smirked at him. “I did call you, you were busy!”

“Then call me again! I can’t leave my lady out in the cold!” We joked around, legs tangling between the sheets.

“I’m fine! And since when am I your lady?” He grinned and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“So you don’t want to be mine?”

Giggles filled the room along with loving kisses and soft hand movements, which slowly became more and more heated.

“You know… we have 30 minute before the food arrives…” he looked at me seductively, hands trailing under my shirt, massaging circles into my hipbones.

“What do you suggest we do?” I asked, feigning obliviousness, teasing him, I know it drives him wild.

“Let me help you relax baby, you’ve had a hard day, I want to make you feel good…”

His hands made their way up to my chest, squeezing each inch of flesh softly, till they reached my breasts.

He smirked.

“No bra? Looks like you were expecting this.”

I rolled my eyes, the first this I do when I get in the door is rip my bra off, who sleeps in a bra?

“Don’t be so full of yourself!” I pinched his thigh playfully, gliding my hands over the backs of his legs.

He now had his entire body hovering over mine, one leg pressed between my thighs, so close yet so far from where I needed him.

I bucked my hips up as his right hand found my waist, signalling to him to speed things up.

“Needy are we?”

I moaned softly, his voice lowering made my stomach drop and the heat between my legs rise, I wanted him, no, needed him now, especially with the clock ticking on our food arriving.

“Please Blaine, don’t be a tease!”

I whined and leaned up to kiss him but he pulled away.

“But that’s what I do best…” He had a point, nothing drove me mad like his honey dripped voice in my ears, his soft hands caressing my legs, thighs and hips, the way his lips trace my jawline, nipping and biting right where I liked it.

“We haven’t got time!”

He took that as his que to dip his fingers under my lace panties, collecting the wetness that was now forming just from his words, he circled my clit, making me whimper and grip his arms strongly.

“Relax, Princess. I’ve got you…”

He stroked a finger through my folds, teasing my entrance slowly.

I watched in awe as he pushed up my t-shirt, trailing his tongue down my chest, over my navel and down to my hips, biting along my waistband. His fingers entered me with ease, slick from my own wetness, I moaned out his name, reaching for his hair.

He moved my underwear out of his way before attaching his lips to my clit, making me squirm and whimper, unbearable pleasure taking over my body, I could no longer feel the cold that danced across my skin, I couldn’t hear the cars driving past my window, honking their horns and slamming on breaks.

I didn’t care about anything around me, just how I feel right in this moment.

He moved his fingers at at a slow but hard pace, curling his fingers just right, hitting the spot that makes my back arch and legs tense up, I couldn’t hold back my moans, pulling his hair tightly while screaming his name.

“Oh Blaine, fuck, that feels so good!” He moaned at my words, sending vibrations through my core, I couldn’t hold back now.

“Fuck your gonna make m-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence before coming around his fingers, I pulled him up to my face and kissed him hard, whispering “thank you”’s between each breath.

I sat upright, ready to please him in any way he wanted, he cut me off before I could even open my mouth.

“Go take shower baby, we can continue after dinner.” He winked at me and kissed my cheek, tapping my phone screen to see that our delivery was on its way.

I nodded and hugged him, holding him impossibly tight.

“You’re the best…”

[anonsickficker]

*gets on hands and knees to beg* please. argenthill content. i beg. (ive been so curious since I first heard about it)

the one im writing right now might take a while.. but i have some headcanon (?)

boothill still has the urges of a human, as the rest of his outward appearance seems to have been replaced with synthetic parts. he is unable to cry, just a minor side effect of his mechanically enhanced eyesight, the blue blood that runs through his veins, and the cold, artificial heart that thumps unfeelingly in his chest.

so, to ease the pains of his past, he drinks.

after a few of beverages, he forgets the significantly decreased stomach capacity that his cyborg body possesses. in short, he goes overboard. nobody notices a fellow nobody like him. not the secluded area of the hotel lounge he's situated in, the way the downs drink after drink, nor the manner in which he relieves the pressure in his chest, with a couple of low, airy belches that are completely washed away with the sweet melodies of jazz classics.

at some point, his innards begin to hurt. he is unable to pinpoint which organ aches, nor does he care. 'another drink should set me straight', he thinks. the counterintuitive thought lingers in his mind until he's lost track of how many remedial fingers of whiskey he's knocked back. his throat burns and tongue is numb and his head begins to ring internally, like the sound of the old, pink and tacky alarm clock that he'd somehow preserved, that had carried the memory of her, even after she had long passed. 'another drink should bring her back', he supposes.

something other than 'another drink' arrives, though.

he's been noticed, by the most beautiful somebody to exist. boothill's enhanced vision produces a clear image of the redhead before him, allowing his not-so-enhanced brain to fork up any information he's acquired about the man. argenti.

argenti shoves into the booth, shining the nearly blinding luminescence of his onto the reflective surfaces of boothill's damned metal figure. and almost immediately after, the lights are curtained by warm, loving fingertips that drum against boothill's upper abdomen, where the sloshing noises are the most prominent, like the sloshing of gasoline in its rightful tank. his cold, unfeeling heart, suddenly wildly hypersensitive to each wave of pressure that the redhead applies, his matching crimson eyelashes fluttering with fascination as he realises that boothill isnt just a pile of bolts and loose parts. there is beauty within his 'damned metal body', the beauty of feeling.

boothill's quick wit and snappy tongue lose their footing as he hiccups, unable to retaliate against argenti's gentle caresses as they traverse the plains of his waist, then navel, then especially taut upper-belly. argenti's luscious, saccharine-scented locks plays its rightful role as a luxurious veil as he leans over, offering up his plump bottom lip to the 'more-machine-than-man' beneath him. he is unfazed, even when boothill burps, close-mouthed, but impossibly near the redhead's face, as a result from the newly-introduced pressure of being crushed by a knight in his full-plate armour.

sharp, jagged teeth slide themselves across sweet, knowing tongue as they collide, and every attempt to push argenti off of him proves to be futile, even when they serve as warnings of when he's going to drunkenly hiccup right into the redhead's mouth. because somehow, argenti finds beauty in this, too.

sorry for not being able to finish it.. i dont think i wrote particularly well here but. i dont read often but i finally read a bit of a book and used some.. weird techniques. its not very nice in my opinion, and is very cliche. im sorry, anonymous person i hope everyone has a nice day. my creative writing ability deteriorated after tests sorry.. and it was not very focused on argenti also sorry about that. very one sided..

also i dont drink and never plan to what is a finger of whiskey

[supercrazyangel4]

What do you think Frisk's life was like before arriving in the underground? What do you think their life was like a few years after all that? What kind of person d'ya think they'd be?

this is a fairly hard question because for a long time frisk was effectively an enigma to me. i think frisk is one of the biggest writing weak points in the game and that their character suffers because toby only did the big reveal that theyre a separate person from you too late to do really anything with it, which is why hes focusing so hard on kris in deltarune.

however, i have been thinking more about them lately and trying to figure them out from the few canon details we have. here are some of the lines in the game that i think can give us a peak into frisks upbringing and personality:

these lines to me seem to imply frisk most likely grew up/lives in a neglectful environment where they dont feel loved or appreciated, whether in a home with parents or an orphanage or somewhere else. their caretakers are clearly absent enough that frisk managed to make it to mount ebott, for whatever reason it is they went. they do seem to at leastl partly want to go back home though, as they ask toriel when they can and you have the option to say they have somewhere else to go.

they seem very independent and used to doing things for themself. they prefer finding fun in things in their environment to entertain themself with (like playing in leaves or staring at mouse holes) and potentially arent actually used to having toys to play with. they dont like the idea of being trapped in the ruins with toriel and want to leave despite the promise of a loving home.

...however, they say this about asgore later. they seem to vastly prefer things like toriels homemade pie to making their own instant noodles. maybe theyd be willing to stay with someone on their own terms? you are given the option to stay with toriel or leave on your own at the end of the game. maybe frisk could be fine with either.

i also choose to believe the 'less grammatically correct' options in the role-play sequence are frisk. the only thing this really proves in that theyre kind of silly. but what undertale character isnt? things like them wiggling or copiously flirting or generally going along with shenanigans tell us they like having a good time like everyone else.

also, i dont have anything specific to say about the lines you get from running from a fight but i want to include them because theyre fun and some of the only 'probably frisk dialogue' we get that isnt just options.

as for post-mercy, i think the person everyone is talking to in the alarm clock dialogue is frisk. theyre just being told about events they werent there for, like the house party with alcohol they werent invited to for obvious reasons. i think both them having stayed with toriel or gone somewhere else are possible and there isnt strong evidence for either. theres even less evidence about whether they became the ambassador or not. maybe they werent there for some of the hangouts because they were busy with politics? i dont think toriel would let that happen but if any kid in the world could be a successful diplomat its absolutely frisk.

[woundlingus]

I love that early psychic Sam using his power for dumb shit art, Sam should’ve slept in every morning for a week straight getting progressively madder that his alarm clock isnt working but he’s psychically turning it off half asleep when it buzzes, like instinct and doesn’t even know he’s doing it until Dean catches him roll over in the morning and his alarm clock fritzes and turns itself off while Sam starts snoring again lol