#all while brazilians are starving

[aboutnavi]

A few days ago there was a whole discussion online in Brazil about how climate change anxiety was “a white person problem”. This is Brazil right now, as illegal fires were set in the countryside of the state of São Paulo.

The sun is red. The sun is fucking red. The state is literally burning. The city of São Paulo has an orange sky made by the toxic fog coming from the fires. Other states in the region (the one that I live, by the way) watched as this toxic fog came to our towns. Winds, a dense cloud of pollution, the air almost ashy. It’s toxic. The government isn’t doing anything to alert or prepare the citizens, the media is hiding everything because these were intentional fires set to support the agro business in Brazil.

I’m having problems breathing prior to these fires because of how the air is so dry in Brazil, caused by the intense pollution and deforestation/logging. It all got worse since this morning, as we watched the heavy grey clouds coming to us. There is literally no information in how to deal with this, and no punishment for the criminals - hilarious, until you think most of the powerful people in the agro business are also entangled with the media/government. “The agro is pop, the agro is tech, the agro is everything”, is what we spent decades listening on the tv, and now we are ripping the consequences of this shit. Ribeirão Preto, a city in the state of São Paulo, an “agro city”, is invisible under the fog. But the agro is pop, right?

My friend is waking up in the middle of the night not being able to breathe, I have friends having anxiety attacks over the consequences of this and I can assure you, this is not the first or last time this had happened. During Bolsonaro’s government, the agro did a “fire day”, where multiple fires were set in so many places that became almost impossible to track the people responsible for it or to get the fires out. The laws passed under Bolsonaro’s, and brazilian law since… ever, has a tricky way of letting these criminals away. We need harsher punishment, and Lula re-elected himself under a “green” campaign/government, holding hands with indigenous people as he rode up the Alvorada’s Palace. The indigenous people are the only community trying to protect us from this shit and the government used them, and continue to use them, to advance their political party while doing nothing when acts like these happens.

I’m so tired of this shit. Mere months ago a whole state in Brazil was under water because of the consequences of climate change. I’m so fucking exhausted of we labbing these problems/anxiety as “white people problem”. You say this in a third world country where we are eating shit from the consequences of first world countries who developed and continue to develop themselves by burning our Earth. The country should have stopped when Rio Grande do Sul was under water and the country should have stopped days ago when the fires started to spread.

I’m so tired and I’m so sad and I have no words. I hate it here. I really, truly hate it here.

[azpiiicueta]

as a brazilian this world cup is very funny to me because we actually hate 80% of our players, we specially hate neymar, and most of the players is trying even harder to make us hate them more but apparently whole world loves every single one of them

[csainzoperator]

yummy: LN4 ☆

summary: y/n is a chef in the mclaren hospitality who is famous for her fabulous recipies. everyone is head over heels for her recipies, and a certain someone is most definitely more than head over heels. but not just for the food.

(lando norris x fem!reader)

read more under the cut!

itsmey/n has posted!

another day at work! for the british gp, their special "sticky toffee pudding" was a success :)

tagged: landonorris and oscarpiastri

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landonorris it was so yum (she fed us the so called desert forcefully after giving us a 4 course meal)

- oscarpiastri you're such an ungrateful brat. it was great, bestie itsmey/n

- itsmey/n thank you pastry, and lando...i might leave you to starve to death.

lewishamilton i would kill for a pudding rn! you should drop by merc hospitality y/n!

- mclaren look at you trying to steal our goddamn chef....

f1wagsss oh my god you're so pretty

landonorris has posted!

P2 AT HOME RACE BABY!! so proud of the team to be finishing at P2 and P4. also special thanks to y/n for feeding us well :)

tagged: oscar piastri and itsmey/n

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landonorizz are we gonn ignore the fact that y/n just made it to a lando post???

lechaaair OH Y/N FEEDS US TOO. SHE SERVES ALL THE DAMN TIME. MOTHER 🙏🏼🙏🏼

itsmey/n its literally my job tho...?

- oscarpiastri some people are bad at their job. he's appreciating you for being good. (lando you fr have no rizz man)

carlaando lando are you trynna make a move GN

- landonowinss BROS PROBABLY REGRETTING RN 💀

(time skip!)

it was the hungarian gp. you were in the mclaren hospitality. the mclaren kitchen was quite big, and your co-workers were extremely sweet. you mainly cooked for the drivers and mechanics, while guiding the others. you were tasting a dish when you feel a presence behind you. you immediately recognise who it is.

"what is it now, lando?" you ask with a knowing smile on your face. he sits down on the counter beside you and watches you as you work. "i was wondering if you would like to, maybe, just maybe, come outside with me and sit down and talk and get some food you know?" he blabbers

"are you asking me out on a date?" you tease him. "well, yeah. only if you want it to be. its okay if you say no" he says with a sad smile on his face. you cup his face with one of your hands and give his cheeks a squeeze. "ofcourse i'll come, dumbass. now shoo, let me work. you're too distracting"

the smug smile he has on his face makes you blush. "so i am distracting huh? what else am i? you can give me details when we go on that date" he winks at you and walks off. you just simply shake your head in amusement.

the date goes well. to be honest, more than well. you both have the most fun ever. lando is everything that you craved. he was the sweetest boy. day by day, meal by meal, both of you started talking more, discovering each other. one fine night, in his apartment in london, where you taught him how to bake his favourite cake, he surprises you by asking you to be his girlfriend. you say yes without hesitation. you knew he wasn't going to play around with your heart.

it was the brazilian gp. lando had placed P2 again! you were the proudest girlfriend to exist, and the happiest. you were just so incredibly proud as he was doing so good this year.

itsmey/n has posted!

brazil you were brilliiianttt <3 liked by oscarpiastri, mclaren, landonorris and 92,233 others.

f1wags HOLD UP. SOFT LAUNCHING????

oscarpiastri yuck i hate being around the hospitality now.

landonorris 🌟

- carlandodod PLS IM NOT OK WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.

- leclercvc oh. my. god. guys. i think its lando and y/n.

f1gosssip apparently some people saw looking for his "girlfriend" after the race, and some people even saw him kissing a girl in the mclaren garage! we hope its y/n 😫

y/nfannn MOTHER WHO IS THAT

landonorris has posted!

brazil with bae. thank you team for making the P2 happen! more to come.

p.s i don't believe in soft launches. she let me hard launch after 8 races 🖐🏼

tagged: itsmey/n and mclaren

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oscarpiastri GAG

carlandooo MAMA Y PAPA

carlossainz55 finally mate! congrats :)

maxverstappen1 lando isn't a kid anymore

f1wags OFFICIALLY OUR FAV WAG (with lily obv)

itsmey/n i love you, baby! super proud <3

- landonorris i love YOU. so much. so much.

paddockclubb 8 RACES?? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON OMG

the end ♡

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 3: somnophilia with Luffy

warning: somnophilia, pre-established consent though not mentioned (y'all talked about it don't worry), i couldn't stop my brazilian ass y'all sorry (i don't even properly speak portugues but i'm learning👍), oral (female receiving).

kinktober masterlist

"Hmm...?" You don't know what's going on, sleep weighing so you down to the point you can't even move, eyelids heavy and watering as you tried to find what could have woken you up in the dead of night after such a long day on the ship.

Little huffs and pants finally register in your mind after a few long seconds, and the groan that creeps up your throat with a guttural crack finally seems to start waking you up. It took you a while to even open your eyes, but you manage to peel your eyelids apart and glance down at the moving mountain of covers that seems to be stationed between your legs, taking notice of how Luffy also seemed missing from the space next to you.

"Luffy?" The young pirate only moans in response, licking another broad stroke from your dripping entrance to your clit, tongue flat against your folds to catch every bit of his meal.

Your whine makes his ear perk up, feeling how goosebumps erupted on your skin and your thighs shook for a second. "Ughhhhh, gimme more," He groans, pushing his face deeper into your soaked cunt, pushing his tongue against your entrance and wrapping his lips around your folds to suck on you like you were a candy.

"Luffy," You moan, letting your eyes fall shut again as your head lulls back into the soft pillow. "W-What're you doing?"

"'m hungry," He mumbled into your cunt, voice gravelly and rough and surprisingly low for such a sweet-voiced young man. He was always hungry, but ever since he met you, he's been starving, for something more than the meat he had Sanji prepare every evening.

Sanji was a little suspicious, though delighted, when Luffy stopped making such frequent midnight kitchen raids. But he wished he hadn't asked why he had calmed down, because the embarrassment of when his stupid captain looked him dead in the eyes and told him it was because his girl's pussy kept him well-fed had practically crippled the cook.

It was flattering to be desired in such a way, but in the dead of night, when you're just trying to sleep, you really couldn't be bothered to do much more then fall in and out of consciousness while he got his full.

"You taste s'good," He moaned, sunkissed cheeks tinted a light pink under the covers, you noticed when you haphazardly lifted the sheets to peer down at him. He was always such a sight to behold, a mess of black bedhead sticking to your thighs with your knees over his shoulders, panties ripped to shreds and clutched tightly in his grip while he held onto your hips for dear life, brows knitted and focused on your cunt— a battle could commence just on the deck of the ship, and he wouldn't even notice.

"Makin' me so hard, why'd you have to wear that?" He was refiring to the outfit you chose to sleep in tonight, or lack thereof. You were passing a summer island, and the heat had gotten to your brain before you could consider what the flimsy, see-through bra and lacy panties did to him.

"I'm sorry, captain-" You began, but he cut you off with a loud whine, high in his throat like a puppy.

"Don't call me that righ' now," He begged, his eyes screwing shut as slick dribbled down his chin and he dove back into your pulsing heat, eager for more. Everyone else on the crew called him "captain" from time to time and he never felt a thing, but hearing you say it, especially in that voice, made him want to sink his cock right into your cunt and keep going all night.

You only ever called him captain when you wanted him to get riled up, or when you wanted him to dick you down harder. It was a surefire way to get his shorts tented and his mouth watering, when he'd pull you to the side and press you up against the nearest surface.

"Jus' lemme eat, pretty mama, goze na minha língua." Ugh, you loved it when he used his native tongue to lull you into orgasm, and the grogginess keeping your limbs heavy only made it easier for you to fall over the edge.

"Ah- you're cummin'," He moaned, relishing the way you clamped on his tongue and your hot walls started to spasm, your usually loud cries reduced to tiny whines and huffs and sighs because you weren't even fully aware of what you were doing. He lapped at your release like a starved man drinks in his first and last meal, but he couldn't keep up the gentle act forever, tightening his grip on your hips to harshly pull you closer and lift your bottom off the bed, burying his face deeper between your thighs.

Your yelp made his eyes dilate, and he began to rut into the bed for some sort of relief to his aching cock, moaning at the painful pleasure it brought. "You're gonna ride me now, right? You can't jus' go back to sleep after that."

[lesbianjohnlennon]

It's queer! by Nelson Motta (O Pasquim)

"o pasquim" was a brazilian alternative weekly, known for its paradoxical and satirical nature, published between 1969 and 1991. it was recognized for its engagement with the brazilian counterculture scene of the 1960s and for its role in opposing the military regime. in 1970, the magazine published an article about john and paul (and brian) affair, written by nelson motta. here's the translation (with adicional notes) 👇

It’s queer! by Nelson Motta

Paul McCartney loved John Lennon, who loved Brian Epstein, who loved Paul McCartney. All the whole London music scene (1) knows this, and there, the famous suspicion about Paul's “death”, which originated with an American DJ, didn't catch on.

The "death" theory is well-constructed, but the true story (the one about their faggotry (2)) makes much more sense. And it's much spicier. I prove what I said (3):

Everything was going great in the John-Paul-Epstein triangle. Everyone loved each other, they adored jelly beans, everything was rosy, smoke and mirrors, etc. Ringo and George Harrison were always on a different page. The duo was Lennon and McCartney — they sang together, composed together, did everything together. Together with Brian Epstein, of course, who was openly queer and quite relaxed about it.

Everything was fine until Paul and John decided that two's company and three's a crowd, etc., and kicked Epstein out of the bed.

It's not proven, but many serious and well-informed people claim that Epstein committed suicide after a fight with Paul. Epstein supposedly gave Paul a very valuable gift, which Paul not only ignored but also hung up on Epstein, who, in despair, killed himself.

But John and Paul had many arguments, especially when Paul was still single and John was already tied down with the Japanese woman. The nippo, who is very wild and forward-thinking (4), didn't mind sharing John with Paul, but McCartney (that face never fooled Sérgio Cabral (5)) had jealousy issues. They fought and made up many times, even through music.

To "show the proof"(6) (I'm not sure why this phrase keeps coming up): Paul made up by composing Get Back (To Me) (7), and Lennon responded with a passionate interpretation of Oh Darling that everyone thought was "darling" (in the female sense) but was actually "darling" (in the male sense)(8). These are some of the great ambiguities of the English language.

But the Japanese woman really tied John Lennon down; no one knows exactly how. Or rather, everyone knows how.

The press started reporting that they were fighting a lot, and the explanations were always about "business and musical matters." Only a fool would believe that, since it's known that Apple was never in danger, none of the Beatles were at risk of starving, and the duo's musical production never suffered any drop in quality or sudden change in style.

After his last fight with John, Paul met Linda Eastman, who, through talks and things like that, convinced him to re-establish his heterosexuality (9). Probably out of revenge, Paul ended up marrying her to get back at John with a "for your information, I've already found someone else to replace you." (10)

The final result: John recording solo (Instant Karma is third on the American charts) while Paul is also making waves as a solo artist with Let It Be, first place on the American charts, and Paul's solo album has already been released.

Some clueless people might ask, "But how do Lennon & McCartney songs keep appearing?"

Elementary, my dear Jaguar (11): The duo has an exclusive contract with the music publisher Northern Songs until 1972, and everything one does will carry the other's name, at least nominally, as a partner. This practice is very common among songwriting duos where both contribute to the lyrics and music interchangeably.

You must admit that, at the very least, this is a respectable theory. I can't prove it because I've never been involved in this affair, which is absolutely not my specialty.

They’re the ones who are queer; let them figure it out.

notes:

(1) in the original, “patota musical de londres”. “patota” has a kind of pejorative meaning of a group of people. also means a group of friends or colleagues.

(2) in the original, “bichisse”, and it was the best way of translation that i could find.

(3) in the original, “mato a cobra e mostro o (the) pau”. again the best i could find.

(4) in the original, “superprafrentex”, which was a common slang in brazil in the 70s, used to describe someone who was modern and progressive.

(5) sérgio cabral was a famous journalist in brazil, and one of the founders of “o pasquim”.

(6) again, in the original, “mato a cobra e mostro o (the) pau”.

(7) in the original, “Get Back (Volta pra mim)”, which is funnier in portuguese and i tried to keep the tone.

(8) in Portuguese, every noun has a gender. darling can be translated to “querida” (feminine) or “querido” (masculine). 

(9) in the original, “restabelecer a mão única”. “mão única”, which literally translates to “one-way street”, makes a reference to paul’s sexuality, implying he was going (or into) on both “ways”, men and women.

(10) in the original, “pra teu governo já tenho outra em teu lugar”, another idiom. but works in english, anyway.

(11) in the original, “Elementar, meu caro Jaguar”, a playful reference to sherlock holmes’ line.

disclaimer: this was written in 1970, so is full of outdated expressions (and slurs) so read carefully!

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

What are the characters favorite/least favorite food.

I'm sure they aren't picky after being starved for 10 years, but I'm sure that Angel said it was okay to dislike something

Oof, it's about time I answered this!

Poppy loves desserts, but brownies and cakes are her favorites. She detests dragon fruit – so pretty, and it tastes like that? Horrendous!

Huggy has a hard time eating salads in general thanks to his teeth and poor control over his movements. Loves gummy bears, though! They're SUPER squishy and nice to munch on.

Kissy doesn't like eating meat or anything crunchy, as it reminds her too much of what she had to eat at Playtime Co. She however loves soups since the day Angel first made one, which was two nights after the rescue!

Mommy Long Legs loves spicy food. She's tearing up and her mouth feels like burning but she WILL keep on eating whatever spicy food there is until it's all over. Also really likes pumpkins! But please don't let her even near beets. She thinks it tastes like dirt. Also doesn't like overly sweet things.

DogDay, unlike MLL, has a huge sweet tooth and can and WILL eat anything sweet he gets his hands on. He likes chocolate the most! Hates having to eat anything spicy, as well as fried foods because his hands always feel icky afterwards.

CatNap takes a long time before he finds any preferences, because to him food is food, but he does love sushi and fish in general. He avoids eating anything that isn't dry and he can hold in his hands at first because he can't move his hands very well, but after some months of training he stops avoiding. Has no food he refuses to eat or dislikes.

Picky Piggy goes vegan. She can't even smell meat for the first few months without risking a panic attack! Loves anything that has potatoes in it though, it's always a 10/10 to her.

Bubba loves curry. He doesn't know why, but it sure makes him happy! Hates beans in general, though, because he always eats them on groups of 4 and he has to make some mental math in order to see if he should add more or not.

Kickin likes pastel. Angel managed to make some and told him it's a brazilian food. Kickin fell in love and can't get enough of it. Also really likes sushi! Hates spicy food and plates that are just green. Spicy because of sensory overload, green because he likes more variety.

Craftycorn LOVES pie, it's the best food ever to her. Hates anything that takes too much work for her to chew or cut because it reminds her a bit of how things were back at the factory.

Bobby Bearhug loves bacon and eggs. And just eggs in general. Also salad. salad with eggs added is something she adores, girl can't get enough. Just please don't ask her to eat fish, she hates those!

Hoppy loves corn and burguers in general. She's stimming everytime she has the opportunity to do so. Hates soup though.

Miss Delight avoids meat in general, but doesn't refuse to eat it. She loves jelly though! She thinks it looks and tastes SO good, she's stimming every time she can eat one, much like how Hoppy is with her food.

Boxy Boo still likes meat, but is horrified at the things Picky makes that LOOK like meat but AREN'T. He feels like a fool, staring at her in disbelief while Hoppy is laughing her ass off.

Bunzo Bunny isn't allowed to be alone near corn or candy anymore because he can and will eat even if not hungry. Ironically doesn't like carrots at all.

PJ Pug-a-Pillar loves cooked veggies and is often following Picky around when she's cooking. He doesn't like chocolate, though.

Angel loves cooked veggies and pasta. They're used to making them because it was easy to do and super tasty, but after becoming a parent it's just comfort instead of "I have no energy to do more" food. Also hates dragon fruit, same reasons as Poppy.

Prototype, like Bubba, LOVES curry. Doesn't have a least favorite food though!

[otherone12]

Such A Pretty Morning

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! I finally had time to write something, nothing too elaborate, but as It's been a long time since I post a fluff fic, so this one is gonna be the same vibe as "Backstage & Makeup" ... hope u like it <3 (the 5th part of the vampire fic is coming soon... angst, smut and else 😏)

Summary: Just a short fluff cliche imagine... cooking together and cuddling… no big deal.

- Word Count: 1.085

- Warnings: None

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

I woke up to the sunlight leaking through the curtain. Still half asleep, I felt my boyfriend's arms around me, looked over my shoulder and saw him, all pretty...  but I couldn't help it, and I looked at the clock. HOW DID THE ALARM CLOCK NOT WAKE ME UP?!

As fast as I could, I started to get up, I felt a stronger grip on my waist, pulling me closer to Gerard.

- Good morning, babe!  - He whispered in my ear with a groggy voice. - Slept well, hm? 

- Morning! - I turned, enough to touch my lips to his in a brief kiss. - Yeah, with you here, I always sleep well. And you? 

- Me too... - He murmured with his lips on my shoulder - I love you. 

- I love you too... - I turned completely to him, our noses touched and he smiled against my lips. - but, Gee... the alarm clock didn't ring and I  should have already gotten up, made coffee and-

He cut me off with a kiss, I laughed a bit, kissing him back. 

- I turned the clock alarm off. - He giggled - I want you to be all mine today, hm.

My mind searched through all the files, looking for some date of celebration or important event on today's date. Nothing. No date came to mind. 

- I forgot something special?

-Nope. I'm just... - He arranged himself so we could cuddle - Hm.. y'know, needy...

he pressed a sloppy kiss to my cheek,  and rested his head on my shoulder.

- You turned off the alarm clock, 'cause you wanted attention, babe? - I rested my head on his chest - How cute…

- So? - He looked at me, with his puppy eyes - Are you going to spend the day with your needy boyfriend? 

- Of course I will - I kissed his cheek, and smiled at him, analyzing all the brightness in his hazel eyes  - but I'm starving... Maybe I should make breakfast...

- I'll help you! - Gerard smiled- Are you up for pancakes?

-Sure!! - I was extremely happy, I couldn't even remember the last time we did something like that.  So i got up, just putting on one of his t-shirts over my lingerie - You're so perfect...

- So are you, sugar. - He stood up too, stopping behind me and hugging me from behind. - Let's go downstairs... 

Gerard pulled me onto his lap, carrying me bridal style towards the door,  while my arms remained wrapped around his neck. I looked down at his bare pale chest, biting my lips. 

- You'll not put on some clothes before? - I chuckled - Don't get me wrong, you're really hot wearing only these... 

- Down there I put on the apron... - he smiled, carrying me through the stairs.

- oh... Is that really necessary? -I said, in a disappointed tone. - I'm enjoying the view.

He put me down, and went for the apron, but I was faster, and got to it first. 

- Like it's the first time you've seen me like this... - He laughed, seeing me put the apron behind my back. - C'mon, gimme that, darling.

- Come and get it! 

He clicked his tongue and moved as if he were going to race, and I ran from the kitchen to the living room, realizing he was coming after me. He grabbed me from behind, making me fall onto the couch, but even with him on top of me, I kept holding on to the apron. I just wasn't expecting him to tickle me.

- That's unfair! - I laughed out loud, and he touched the apron off of my hand.

- Actually, you ran out in front of me - Gerard looked up at me, with his chin on my chest - so we're even. 

He pressed a kiss to my lips, as I hooked my arms around his neck. 

- Let's make those pancakes, darling -  He gave me a quick kiss and stood up, putting on his apron and holding out his hand to help me up. 

I answered with a smile, and we made our way to the kitchen.

Gerard started to separate the ingredients on the counter, while I looked for the bowl and spoon. 

- Where do we begin? - I asked, knowing he is the one who actually knows how to do it.

- We mix this - He pointed to the packaging with the ingredients - There.

He pointed to the bowl. I did what he said, and he looked at me like I was doing the most amazing thing ever.

- Are you going to help me or are you just going to give orders, hm? 

- I thought you were doing so well that I was just going to get in the way. - He put his hand inside the bag of flour, and I was confused... after all, I had already put the flour in the bowl.  - And I would end up doing something... 

Gerard raised his hand with the flour and blew it, towards my face 

-... stupid - he concluded, laughing 

- I can't believe you! - I laughed as I tried to wipe my face - I thought you were the mature one around here! 

 - Yeah... but are the one with flour on the face

he came closer to me, placing his hand on my cheek.

- Thanks to you, jerk - I rolled my eyes still laughing 

-  Aw, baby, don't talk like that... - Gerard kissed me, and I took the opportunity to catch the egg, witch was behind him. 

- I'm sorry... 

- You have nothing to apologi- 

Faster than he could react, I cracked the egg on his forehead, and he laughed. 

- Well, now you have.

We giggled, and he went to the sink to clean his face.

- Well... let's finish this before we die starving. - Gerard said, continuing to cook.

Well, we finished with no more distractions, we took the pancakes upstairs, and he sat on the bed, patting his leg so I could sit on his lap, and I did.

Gerard picked up the fork and began to take a bite. He brought the fork to my mouth. 

- I'm completely able to eat by myself 

He kept the fork brushing my lips.

- I know, but I want to do it for you... - His lovely smile made me open my mouth - Did I already say that I love you?

He blinked a few times and nuzzled my neck.  

- Hm... You always say that...- i said, swallowing the breakfast - And i love it every time you do. 

- So I'm gonna say again... - He took a few seconds, studying my face, the way he always does, and I melt every time.  -  I love you 

- I love you too, babe!

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~ Sooo that's it! Actually, I didn't like this one very much… but anyway…

[thesmpisonfire]

Ok so. About the eggs and now about the placenta being a preservative

We all already suspect the eggs aren't from an actual theory, and this is another proof to that theory

It's also proof the Brazilians were a mistake in the island

How? Richarlyson proves it

He had to be made QUICK, pumped out so give the Brazilians something to make happy

They didn't have time to clean him from the substances. He was the one that took most time to adapt (aka literally changing admins), and the only egg ive seen so far with disability, maybe due to the rush to get him out of the tube and gave him no time to fully develop his limbs

While pomme had a niche for herself, was clean and even was starving for days. The Federation knew about the French

[a-very-bored-blogger]

Overworked (Neymar X Fem!Reader)

 Summary: (Y/N) is a barista in a local coffee shop that Neymar frequently goes to, often serving him coffee in the morning. One day, after a hard day of practice, a nice Sunday morning where Neymar jogs to see a tired, and dizzy (y/n) who passes out,  helping her out at his mansion, only to receive a kiss from a hazy (Y/N). Reader is around 20-26.

Word Count: 1.2K

“One Americano for Neymar!” The girl screamed out as she put down a cup of steaming hot americano, flat on the mahogany desk of the coffee shop she works at. (Y/N) is a university student, coming from (country name), starving and broke as she got a half scholarship to a local Parisian university. In order to balance her student debt, and overhead expenses, the girl works in the Saint La Maxine coffee shop, located right outside Rue De Rivoli street, in a small alleyway. 

The girl often stumbles into the football player at her morning shift, dashing and surprisingly nicer than she expects, often greeting her and chatting with her regarding his struggles in the club, while waiting for his standard order of an Americano. The Brazilian would always make sure to tip extra, often receiving comments from (y/n) herself for being ‘too generous’, to which the man would often say something like ‘anything for my favorite barista’, leaving the store with a smirk.

Today was one of those days, except it wasn’t so normal. 

The (h/c) girl was cleaning up the shop, arranging tables and chairs, her eyes looking up at the hazel coloured clock on top of the coffee machine, reading out 7AM. She huffed for a bit, tired from the lack of sleep from writing her essay from the night before. 

“He must be here in around 30 minutes from now, unless he’s taking out his morning jog.” The girl thought to herself, moving out to the back to start grinding the coffee beans to start the day.

She averted her gaze towards the grand mahogany door as she hears the jingle made by the bell, Sandy blonde coloured streaks flowed through as Neymar Jr steps inside the coffeeshop, dressed in some sweatpants, and a blue coloured running jersey with some wet jogging shoes.

“Hey! Watch it! Your shoes are gonna get the whole place wet!” (y/n) says jokingly, laughing a bit as the shoes squeaked from the moisture, the wooden floor slowly getting darker from all of the miscellaneous puddle water.

“Sorry, mina! It was raining last night so the streets were typically a bit muddy.” the player said with his signature sterling smile. He walks to the counter, and drops 20 euros in the tip jar before tapping the counter twice, the girl knowing full well what it means.

“Coach wasn’t treating me too well yesterday, so I am a bit tired, mina. The Brazilian said, letting out a soft chuckle. 

Meanwhile, the girl felt her stomach growl a bit. Her eyes were getting sleepy as her vision started to become more hazy, before the girl blinked twice to awaken herself from her mini daydream. It was as if she had a blank stare, tiredness and stress overtaking her body bit by bit.

“Mina, are you okay?”  Neymar asked. The girl blinked once, and twice, before feeling a sense of tiredness taking over her body. Her vision starts to see small sparkles of silver, before encompassing her body to feel heavier, her vision getting darker, as the girl fell with a loud thud.

White light enters the room as the girl wakes up in a comfortable bed. White and gray line surrounding the bed sheets as (y/n) laid on what she swears is the most comfortable bed she has ever laid on.

The girl looked around before hearing a hurdle of footsteps getting louder and louder. Before being able to process anything, she felt a set of arms around her neck and body. The brief smell of sandalwood and cinnamon greeted her nose. Her arms returned the favor and after a while, she let go. 

“Thank god you’re good. I was worried, (Y/N)!” The man gasped, holding her hand tightly in relief.

The girl looked around and saw a beautiful white room, with a nice view of the field as well as the illumination of the city lights. Her eyes blink a couple of times. The girl felt refreshed, entirely refreshed. “Neymar, where am I?” The girl asked. 

“(Y/N), you were making my cup and you…passed out. I brought you here to my place because, well, I don’t know where you lived.” The player replied, looking at the gorgeous eyes of (y/n)’s. Her eyes got bigger.

“Oh my, I don’t know how to say thank you, but thank you. Am I being too inconvenient for you?” The girl asked, her eyes brimmed to the fill of worry. The man’s eyes filled those of happiness as he gave her a warm smile. 

“Look, it’s no problem. It makes me happy to take care of you. What happened? How did you pass out?” The man asked, a look of concern. The girl looked down, a sight of embarrassment and disappointment in herself in failing to take care of herself. She felt embarrassed, having to inconvenience a football player, nay, Neymar out of all people. 

“I had an essay last night and I wanted to take a day off today but Lauren, my boss, told me to come and if not, I will be fired. Well, I guess I’m getting fired anyway since I collapsed at my job anyways.” The girl said. The Brazilian's face was filled with concern. 

“Meu amor, I mean (y/n)-” Neymar said only to be interrupted.

“Stop right there. Did you just call me your love?” The girl asked, her eyebrows raising a bit. She cannot believe it. One of the best football players in the world has a crush on her and she had never realized until now. 

“I mean you’re the only one that treats me like a human being, not Neymar. I feel like I’m able to be normal around you. Why do you think I always come at 7:30?” (y/n)’s eyes widened in surprise, holding a hand on her lips to cover her shocked expression, alongside her pink cheeks. Her mind is swirling, going right and left all over the place. 

“I…….” were the only things that were able to come out of her lips, expression utterly shocked.

Neymar smiled gently, looking into her (e/c) coloured eyes before brushing a hand towards her cheek tenderly, using his other hand to rub circles on her palm before tipping his head a little, kissing her passionately on the lips. The girl sunk into the kiss, ecstasy on her mind. Her lips moved together in rhythm before getting closer to his body.

Breaking out, she takes a deep breath before smiling and fluttering her eyes at him.

“Do you have any practice today?” the barista asked, worried about the star’s busy schedule. 

He squeezed (y/n)’s hand a bit tighter, only to reply. “No, today is my day off. Plus, I would rather be spending it with you.” Neymar replied smiling, before giving a chaste kiss on the girl’s head before bringing her body back to bed, holding it while giving her gentle headpats. 

[art-o-bart-o]

Maxwell lore please holds out plate like a starved Victorian child

OC Lore Pt. 4

Sure!

I'll give some lore on Maxwell before how he is now!

Maxwell is a character apart of my Comic series called The Strangest Worlds. The side story he's in is called "Poppies of War".

Maxwell is a Brazilian minute man during the American Revolution during the 1770/1780s. Him and his friends, (Left to right) Northern, Jackson, Cicero, and Stefan...bonus for Jackson's dog Angel

He has many bullet and scar marks from many fights. Definitely the nurses were very familiar of him lol.

His mama and papa were both from Brazil but moved to Long Island close to New York due to issues with Portugal on Brazilian land.

(Doodle of younger Maxwell)

However during that time in Long Island, the British had rule over that land, and when Maxwell's dad joined the American army and left for a while (to join the Americans or aka "rebels" as the British called them), Maxwell was very defensive of his mom (because in some areas, British soldiers would sleep in people's houses and were taken care of by the citizens).

A fight then resulted between Maxwell and a British Major, named Hans Hawkeye (another oc of mine) and a couple other officers, resulting in Maxwell getting jailed, but not hanged.

(That's Hans on the left, still making a refsheet of him and the others lol)

Him and is mother, with the permission of his father (before he died), went to another area that was own by the Americans...a fictional place called "Vulkanin". This place is owned or known to the famous Vulkan bloodline. Which also where he met his friends and other friends such as Astron, Selene, and Sternal Vulkan (plus their male calico cat Aster). And others such as Uaman and Yaasmine

During the war, he gets with Northern D'Rose, the trans french major yoohoo!!!/pos as Northern confesses he loves Maxwell. Later on when Northern accidentally gets killed and turned into a ghost by Hans (FUCK YOU HANS I'M GLAD YOU DIE IN THIS STORY FUCK YOU (this is my own oc btw HDNSKS)).

Later on he married Sternal (cus she loves him too and has a similar personality to Northern), he has 3 kids with her. Later on in his life, Initially he was going to fight during 1822 for Brazil's independence agaisnt Portugal, but issues resulted in his health from all those years of bullet marks unfortunately led him to health issues.

When he dies (like most of my historical characters), he dies last out of all his friend group, with a big smile cus he knows he completed his life to the fullest. :)

Dw he gets brought back as a ghost like the couple others

(Left to right: Astron Vulkan, Sternal and Aster Vulkan, Yaasmin with Selene Vulkan) Bare with me I don't have any proper refs of them because I'm changing things 😭🙏 (Also rip Usman he cannot fit in here LMAO he went fishing)

Feel free to ask more of my ocs and story this is only the surface later

[miscellaneoussmp]

*bounces back* hi hello so! mystery dungeon au. You're my notes document apparently. This is just like. So much angsty hours for the Brazilian mystery dungeon pokemon guys. There was supposed to be fluff in here somewhere but nah. The redeeming feature is that this is multiple years before actual plot happens (well bar the glowy Pac thing, that's still the case), and literally everyone involved is in much better places in their lives now.

Firstly. Shinx glow when stressed? Pac is just constantly glowing. People who don't understand shinx think when he stops glowing he's sick, but then they comment and he gets stressed again. No, no the glowing isn't a normal state of things, it's constant muscle tension from anxiety and trauma he's pretending he doesn't have making excess electricity. If on the occassional times he manages to get peaceful enough sleep to stop glowing (or otherwise gets a break) and you wake him up, Mike will just scratch you to death. He gets less glowy (more lower intensity than less often but hey still progress) when hanging out with Fit, so its allowed. (Mike does not know just how bright - to the point he can't hide it even in the sunshine - Pac gets when he's missing, as he's not there to see it).

The following is um kinda angsty even by above but I've been infodumping it a friend but he's busy now so you get it too! Backstory!!! Fit's the MC but brain not there rn also he doesn't have as much backstory what with amnesia and all.

Bagi is incharge of bounties for collecting criminals (she did used to be a cop in canon), but there's a much lower focus on prison and higher focus on rehabilitation and like. Actually helping. Most people still move into the city where her bosses are and better resources, but sometimes people who were arrested stick around. This is kinda how the Brazilian exploration team happened? After they were arrested and had healed Bagi arranged for Pac, Mike, and Cellbit to join the exploration guild, where they ended up teaming up with Felps. Shared language and also history between them.

Prior to getting arrested! Pac was abandoned as a kid in a dungeon, Mike hatched there without parents, Cellbit was kidnapped as a kid and put in an illegal pokemon fighting ring (please remember the characters are all pokemon, but humans do exist and are talked about) which he escaped. The three were part of the same gang causing minor level trouble in a dungeon, living outside of society (well, societies - most settlements are autonomous and have all their own rules and all). However one really harsh winter the rest of the gang ditched them. Mostly they had stuck to their territory so people just avoided them, but when things got hard and they needed to steal food and resources often violently that's when bounties were put on their heads.

Mike was fine. As a sableye he could eat the rocks. Pac the shinx and Cellbit the cubone though? Not so fine.

Things happen, Pac passes out, probably combo of injury and getting sick and hunger. And Cellbit... Cellbit is really *really* hungry. You don't get just quite how hungry - they were already doing survival theft before this and barely not starving, now they're 2 months into a snowstorm.

And well... You know how canon goes. This is so, so much more desperation and starvation than canon was. But Mike comes back from in on Pac getting a bit chewed on. As the only one who has eaten properly in the last 2 months he manages to get Cellbit off him, and just. Leaves Cellbit dazes on the floor as he decides getting arrested is better than Pac dying (while Bagi and her organisation are on the lets actually try help people build lives side of policing, a lot of towns its really, really not like that at all. And being random teens from a gang? Horror stories of bad places kept them in line). He can stop the blood, but its bad injury. Plus, yk, all the other problems rn.

So he ends up dragging Pac and trying to find a town to hand themselves in.

Meanwhile, Felps is a young adventurer, who has taken out the bounty on Pac, Mike, and Cellbit mostly because Guildmaster Foolish is looking at him like a tasty snack for having not done any jobs recently. Foolish gets to be lazy, the others don't. It's rated as a pretty simple job because, like, the rest of the gang were caught and taken to one of the cities, and three teenagers who have been starving for months. Honestly Bagi posted the bounty herself and with her money because she worked out her brother was involved, but that's besides the point.

Felps ends up finding Pac and Mike at the midpoint of the dungeon, and kinda. That's someone covered in blood. So abandons looking for all three to just teleport them out and to whomever does healing here. Not worked that out yet. Mike is... extremely confused to be just. Left with the healer while Felps teleports off again to get Bagi, and even moreso when Bagi is far more worried about her brother left behind and *eating people* than the two criminals right there. She is also very appreciative that Felps took them to the clinic then came to get her. She doesn't want dead suspects, she wants people to actually get fairly judged and get the help they need as opposed to just throwing them in a cell.

Mostly because she knows some of the crimes her brother has done and wants to believe her brother can still have a life but you know. If she believes there's hope for him, she can believe if about a lot of people.

Unfortunately, Cellbit eating people means she does have to increase the pay and danger level of the bounty, meaning Felps is no longer qualified to finish it. Another team take it, Felps gets to take some time off but does visit those two as curious. And like they stole stuff. They stole a lot of stuff. But also. They're kinda interesting. And they're curious about what he does too. Especially the the guild just gives him a room and pays for all his food yes even with weird diets like Mike has to eat gemstones.

Double unfortunately, the people who pick up Cellbit's bounty... Look. He's horrified at probably killing Pac and Mike (he's killed before, but these two kinda liked him, but he ate Pac and drove Mike out into the snow with what was probably a corpse and was absolutely a corpse in his memory), he's also sick, and starving, and sure he's kinda feral and absolutely resorts to violence first, but if you scruffed him you could probably drag him to town like a naughty puppy.

The team... Do not do that.

They don't even ask for him to surrender before beating him to within an inch of his already tenuous life. And then drag him back to town. And dump him on Bagi's office floor. Rather than, yk, taking the now seriously injured, starving, teenage cubone to the clinic (Bagi is also young, but... it's a small town, she trained apprenticeship style most of her teens, and as the explorer's guild is there if there are problems help is right at hand). Bagi is *not* impressed. Their pay gets docked, and she takes her brother to get help. And wrangles a lot of paperwork to be able to keep him in the village rather than sending him to her superiors in the city who... Have much better resources to help.

But.

Bagi wants her brother, and she's not giving him up.

Recovery from those sorts of injuries is a lot, and also gives all three time to come around to the idea of maybe trying something other than crime. And therapy. Therapy takes some convincing. Honestly having stability in their lives is a lot of a start, though takes a lot of getting used to.

Given time and help getting lives together and all that, the three of them end up at the Guild, because, well, they were interested, and Foolish was willing. And all guild members get bed and board whenever needed (though more senior crews tend to get their own houses with time).

As of Fit showing up they've been with the guild for a few years, and mostly settled in now, and people around town have mostly forgotten the somewhat harrowing nature of them arriving. The scars physically and mentally are still there, but newcomers tend to assume its because exploration work is dangerous, not... yk. Horrific backstory.

They also teamed up with Felps, because he kidna did need a team, and language shared, and Mike liked him and Mike and Cellbit at the time they were teaming were on unstable enough footing Cellbit had to say yes. These days its Cellbit and Felps are besties, though, once Cellbit warmed up to the idea of having friends.

The four of them mostly work in item finding. Pac and Mike were like what do you *mean* we can get paid to legally steal shit from dungeons for people? They get a roof, and food, and no problems with cops, and get to steal shit?! This is like. A dream. And all dungeon explorations involve some fighting, just because of how dungeons go, so Cellbit has somewhere to work out stabby tendencies. They do also do rescue missions (people trapped in dungeons) when needed, but do *not* do bounties on criminals. Its a bit... traumatic for 3/4 of them. Honestly likely 4/4 of them as Felps took one and ended up with some guy a year or two younger than him nearly bleeding to death during the teleport to safety. Just. Different trauma flavours.

Also!!! After searching egg groups, Bagi is a Nidorana (Nidoran both genders matches to Cubone, even if Nidorana can't egg group breed)! It's... Okay yes Cubones do evolve at a higher level than Nidoran, but it is notable she is evolved while Cellbit isn't, despite both being a fair bit into adulthood now. Same with Pac being a Shinx (Felps is mostly just still an Abra as he doesn't see any pressing need to evolve and is just vibing. Some people naturally just chill as their pokemon and this is fine. Someday he'll get around to it, but he doesn't *want* to be bigger and stronger and more able to protect himself and his like Cellbit and Pac). Cellbit did not get the same opportunities as Bagi in life, and so it is taking him longer to get there. Also. Bagi did everything she could to force herself to grow early, to prove her maturity so people would give her what she needed to find her twin.

~Factorial

Factorial, you're really out here writing a novel in my inbox /pos!!

God, they hurt my heart physically in every universe!!!!! There's so much wrong with them. They all need a nap and a hug, I think.

[makorays]

So weird question about femboyism, since I recall you mentioned you were trying to lose weight a while back: even while on hrt, do you still need to choose between a small waist and, for lack of a better term, thickness? Like, is it either-or, or more about finding a balance? And how notable would you say the hrt body fat redistribution has been for you so far?

(I ask this as somebody questioning gender stuff and pondering the potential effects of fem hrt)

getting thick thighs for free even with a slim waist is every HRT femboy's dream but it doesn't really happen, sorry. i mean it KIIIIINDA does, my body fat redistribution is technically better than it was pre-HRT, but think of it like this:

what is your mom shaped like? or your sister? is she shapely, or does she store a lot of body fat in her stomach? whatever it is, HRT will probably bring you roughly to a halfway point between your current body and theirs. i'm white, so my bitch-ass ancestors decided to live in the snow and evolve high amounts of fat storage in their stomachs, which is why i genuinely would have chosen a different race if i had the option in the character creator. the amount of jealousy i feel toward people with naturally curvy bodies is enough to make my eyes boil with avarice. but i'm not them, so here's what i have to do to try and match their unearned power:

-lose enough weight for my stomach fat to not be the main focus of my body. i lost about 40 pounds so i'm pretty good on that now, any more and i'd be getting underweight. but also i still have love handles and i might just try to hover around the threshold between normal and underweight, really go for that "almost but not quite starving twink" look at least until i can build up some mass near my hips.

-get squattin because hrt barely gave me any ass at all (honestly for me the best and most noticeable effects have been skin smoothness, reduced acne, lighter beard shadow, minor stuff that helps a lot. also tits). this is really really hard for me to do since i'll try to get into an exercise habit and i'll keep it up for a while but then my bipolar hits and i lose all motivation for multiple days/weeks and thus lose all progress. but i intend to make my ass as big as possible the instant i find a medication that makes life tolerable for me.

-i've also thought about surgeries...doubt i'd go implants, feels like an unwise decision to do as i'm approaching my 30s. but if i ever have enough disposable income, a brazilian butt lift is just about the only expensive thing i care about owning (besides a house and, if necessary, a car), and it just shuffles around your own fat cells so it's a lot more natural than implants. still very expensive and comes with an extremely tiny chance of death like any other surgery, though.

so yeah, a BBL combined with squatting is probably the best you can get in my opinion, but even just squatting should be enough to get you to a place you can be happy with as long as you're able to keep it up.

[theshimadaslovers]

IBA - Inspired by Art

VERSION 2

Request by @azu21, this a version 2 of the IBA (a extra/bonus? Yeah?) First version called ONCE AGAIN.

Impatient

(18+ CONTENT)

(HANZO X FEM!READER)

Summary: Overwatch were celebrating after a succeed mission and everybody went to a fancy bar with poker, pool table, everything. It was a big party and you...take advantage to attack a old prey that always ran away. Hanzo Shimada.

Genre: Romance, funny, 18+, submissive.

Wsrning: Strong languages, provocation, 18+ (a little bit...lie).

Cassidy- In such a long time that we don't chill out like that...*Cole said holding the cigar on the lips ready to make the first shot on the pool table*

Lucio- Yeah! Drinking, laughing, playing, that's what I like! *He take a big sip on his caipirinha* They got caipirinha, bro! Fantastic!

Baptiste- *chuckle* Brazilians and the party fever, right?

Lucio- Hell yeah...the world is too black and white! We need to shake that up!

Genji- I think he's drunk.

Cass- Totally *laughs* Bingo... I got a ball. Hanzo, remember, if you lost the last shot...100 buck in my hands.

Hanzo- *smirk* Funny...

Mercy- *Get on the room* Boys? They're serving some hamburgers.

Genji- Oh yeah! That's my thing! *immediately get out the room*

Lucio- Hamburger?! Wait! I need two! *go after him*

Cass- *chuckle* Well, I'm starving, partner...I gonna need that burger.

Hanzo- I'll be practicing, I ate too much already. *laughs* Jean?

Baptiste- Yeah...is burguer, you know? Is not everyday. *He laughs also getting out leaving the door open*

*Hanzo stays practicing the pool game for a minute and outside, you were sitting with some of the girls*

Mei- I'm seriously! He just came to me and give a flower!

Brigitte- Ok, maybe Junkrat is not that bad! *chuckle* That was cute!

Phara- You girls talking about men are soooooo boring! *laughs*

Satya- We do not want to talk about boobs, Phara. *everybody laughs* This is a conversation between you and Tracer.

Tracer- Yeah, we should try that! *laughs*

Phara- Ok ok! But yes, Junkrat is not THAT bad...but looks like a psychopath.

Mei- Don't say that, Fareeha!

Brigitte- By the way! Y/n...are you interesting in someone?

You- *chuckle* Yeah...have a while.

Tracer- No way! Really?! Where? Who? When?!

You- Shimada...*smiled taking a sip on the drink*

Phara- Wait! Hanzo, right?

You- How do you know?

Phara- You always try to talk to him and he ran away! *laughs* I never thought that he's a shy man.

Satya- Hanzo? Uh, good lucky.

You- I know, he's a hard one! But makes sense.

Tracer- Yeah, he's life wasn't easy at all. Is he virgin?

Mei- Lena!

Tracer- What?!

Brigitte- Well, he's at the games room now...*smirk pointing to the door* You should do that quickly. Just do it!

Phara- With that dress? You wanna kill the man! *laughs* Look st her, girl! She's hot!

You- You know what? I'm done waiting *you get up* My alcohol is high and! I'm impatient with him! Enough of games.

Mei- Yes! Attack him!

Satya- Make the man beg on his knees.

You- I'll try my best. I'm feeling great!

*While you walk to the game room, the girls get excited cheering for you at the table*

*Hanzo was looking at the table thinking of a next move on the game. You lean against the doorframe while holding the drink, you watch him with that outfit...oh my, when he wears formal clothes! And he cut his hair, making even more attractive; the forearm showing with his tattoo, a Rolex on the wrist and gloves. What is that man? So beautiful and sexy.*

You- Hard to play alone?

Hanzo- *Look at you suprised and smirk* Ah...! No! Actually, I'm...practicing. *He back the eyes on the table but put the eyes on you again, now seeing your wearing; fitted dress with side cutouts on the both side of the legs, your thighs were a weak to him* Oh...

You- What? *You slowly enter the room*

Hanzo- Nothing! I...! I was seeing you dress...is pretty.

You- You like it? *You close the door making him feel more nervous*

Hanzo- Ye-yeah... is very pretty on you.

*You lock the door and he looked away feeling extremely nervous. You could see his red face, he couldn't handle himself close to you. You sit on the table with one leg, showing the whole tigh*

You- I want to see you playing.

Hanzo- I'm...not that good! *he laughs*

You- So...*you put the drink down* You're not busy?

Hanzo- No...?

*You stand up with a lip smile approaching him slowly*

You- This time, Hanzo...I'm not letting you go. *More you approaches, more he move away* Are you scared of me?

Hanzo- No...! *Yes*

*You grab his tie gently pulling him to you while walking backwards to the table sitting on; you pull him much closer to you*

You- Do something, Shimada...*You slowly open your legs letting him stay I'm between* I know you want to try.

Hanzo- M-my apologizes...! I don't think we...! *You grab a drink that actually was from Cassidy, you smelled and was a pure whiskey* Y/n...?

You- I think you need to loosen up a bit *you give him the glass* You're too nervous.

Hanzo- Bu-but...! *You take your finger to his lips*

You- You trust me?

Hanzo- *sighs* I...I do.

You- So why you're so afraid?

Hanzo- I'm unsure of that, y/n...

You- Unsure? Why?

Hanzo- We work together, right? This is...professional.

You- But right now we're in a party...there's nothing professional here.

Hanzo- But still in Overwatch's presence.

You- Are you scared of them?

Hanzo- I'm scared to something happen to you.

*You look at him for a sec...that was damn cute*

You- But you only care like that?

Hanzo- What you mean?

You- *smirk shrugging shoulders* Ah...well, we're friends... you're not scared if something happens to me anyway?

Hanzo- Of course I do! But relationships make everything harder.

*He wasn't wrong; have a significant other in the middle of a war makes everything harder, indeed. But...and now?*

You- Yeah...you're right. *You fix his tie and sighs a little disappointed* I'm sorry...I drank too much.

Hanzo- You like me, I can see that... *He hold your hands, still nervous, you could feel his hands sweat* I like you too, y/n...a lot. I could give you the world, peace, anything you want and need. But...I'm a mess.

You- It's ok be a mess *you smiled pulling his closer again and wrap your legs around his waist* I'm not perfect either.

Hanzo- *blush and chuckle trying not to invade your too much of your body* I don't think I could do that.

You- What?

Hanzo- Date.

You- Why's that? *You play with his hair In front of his face*

Hanzo- I...I don't know nothing about it.

You- I can teach you...actually, we learn together. Haven't you kissed before?

Hanzo- Never...is so embarrassing...! *He hide his face on his hands in frustration*

You- It's ok...Han, look at me. *you hold his hands* It's ok. I kissed like...three times. That doesn't prove how mature we are.

Hanzo- Is just... I don't know, doesn't suit me. Dating, kisses...*he struggles* Sex and etc.

You- *laughs* Suit? Love doesn't "suit" someone, dummy... It just happens. We lived a life with only one purpose; obey and make your father accept you. Did you ever lived, Han?

Hanzo- I only survive and serve Shimada as I should.

You- Your mother didn't teach you nothing about love?

Hanzo- My...my mom? *He reacts surprised, you always cared about his mother even never ever met her* My mother...she...yes, she taught us a few things about it. My father used to say that is useless...he wasn't a bad man, it was just business.

You- You grow up like him and Genji like your mother. *Now you hold his face caressing* You got to open up, Han...to stop being so lonely and sad.

Hanzo- My future Is write with my brother's blood, y/n... I'm under redemption.

You- I thought you have forgiven yourself.

Hanzo- Is...a hard path.

You- Yes, it is. You didn't let Zenyatta help you *smiles*

Hanzo- I won't take lessons from a omnic!

You- You only care about his metallic appearance? *You voice became cold*

Hanzo- He's a robot...

You- With soul, conscious and...dreams. Like us.

Hanzo- Honestly? I do prefer you to guide me.

You- Me? *laughs in suprise* Why? I'm no monk!

Hanzo- But you're a wise woman *now his hands finally rest over your thighs* And you make me...peaceful. And I like you.

You- Oh, Hanzo...*laughs blushing* You're finally opening up!

Hanzo- I have no escape *he laugh looking at the locked door* Do I?

You- No. Never. *You smile holding his face again* Is funny how you used to run away from me.

Hanzo- I had escape so...my body always act with panic around you *laughs* Still does. I feel nervous, you're a amazing woman...beautiful, strong, smart and so confident! What man resist you? I'm sure you have a lot of dating suggestions.

You- And I don't want any of them. I want you.

Hanzo- Why me? I murder my brother, I have a life full of disgrace.

You- But I'm seeing the Hanzo Shimada now, not the old one. You past dosen't matter anymore and it won't define who you are now. You changed, Han! You're new!

Hanzo- Not the man in the mirror. It looks the same.

You- You expect to change haircut and color? *both laughs* Mirror doesn't show inside. Does it?

Hanzo- No...*he chuckle looking away*

You- It won't change the outside. Appearance dosen't matter. Now... *you grant his tie again* Let's at least a little bit of fun.

Hanzo- *sighs and blush* I don't know how to this "fun"...

You- I'll start and you only...follow the rythm. *you kissed close to his lips*

*Hanzo looked at you for a sec, look down to your lips and moving to your exposed chest. He grab the glass of whiskey drinking in one sip, you laugh in suprise noticing that he was ready to try out*

*His hands slowly caress your thighs, feeling his breath heaviest and harder to control. He always liked your legs...his greastest weakness. You let him take his time, and you liked it...the slow sensation that makes you wish him more and more. It was just delicious. His hand went up to your waist pressing with his strong hands, for a man that uses a arrow and bow...got some firm fingers. That makes you release a small groan, what makes him look at you kind shocked..."I did that?", he thought with himself. It was pleasant to his ears. Slowly he explores your body, the body he always looked by accident, so attracted, is like a spell each time he looked. The body he always simp for. He tried to controlled his wishes; the wishes that didn't "suit" him, but when you start to untie his tie...oh boy*

Hanzo- Dammit...! *He steps away and you look at him confused* I can't!

You- But...it was going so well, Hanzo! I'm losing my patient...!

Hanzo- If...! If you want to have sex with someone, go outside and pick it! I can't! *He raise his voice in frustration*

*You looked down at him noticing the pants volume*

You- You get turned on and get scared of it?

Hanzo- No...! Yes! Ah fuck! *He sits in a chair, you get surprised by his curse word* I don't know...dosen't look me. Dosen't look right!

You- Right...I got a plan B.

Hanzo- What?

You- Come here.

Hanzo- ...Why? What are you doing? *he looked confused*

You- I said; come here.

*He stands up awkward and going to you again*

Hanzo- What...? *he saw you smiling*

You- Yeah... I have to be the bad girl, right?

Hanzo- Bad...? *He cleans throat, for some reason that turns him on more* Bad girl?

You- On your knee, Han... *He do it not understanding shit* Oh my god...you're a submissive.

Hanzo- Wait wait wait! *Before he stands up you put you leg on his shoulder* Well...ok.

You- *laughs* Hanzo... makes sense. Your whole life you've being obeying everyone. Ask me what I want...

Hanzo- *swallow dry* What you want? Tell me... *You felt surprised from the last words...he wanted it*

You- I want you to make me turned on...

*His mind key turned to another behave...he gets up holding both of your thights and pulling more against him making you shiver, cause you could feel his volume against your intimate. In a blink of a eye, you were turned on with success. He attack your neck, all the wishes he hold it back, now was time to release...because it was that what you demanded. His hands grab your waist positioning his thumbs on your groins. What a strong hand, uh? You hug him not holding yourself in rub over his volume, making both starts to exchange heavy breath and small groans. He help you, pulling you and now gluing you with his pelvis, also lift more your dress letting your whole bottom naked, only wearing a small lingerie (because of the tight dress) and your high heels. You rub yourself against his intimate starting to reach the maximus excitement, you grab his hair moaning close to his ear while he grab your ass helping you with the rubbing section*

Hanzo- What you want now...? *His breath voice invade your ear making you shivers and make a louder moan* Are you satisfied?

You- Aw please, make me come...! *you whining now make him shiver his whole body*

Hanzo- Fuck...! I need...! *He growls grinding teeth* I need to take it off...! It's so fucking uncomfortable...!

You- Do it...! Do it! *You immediately take your hands to his belt* I told you it was a good thing...! *you laughs while Hanzo grabbed other lost drink on the pool table and drinking it*

*One glass of whiskey and one glass of his left sake, that hits immediately.*

Hanzo- How I do that...? *He let you take his crushed genital out of his underwear, making him groans louder of relief* Ooh that's so good...! *he shivers feeling your touch on his hard dick*

You- Imagine...your dick being swallowed by a tight warm whole...! *You slowly starts to masturbate him*

Hanzo- Ah...! *He became whining curving his torso a little*

You- You want me to go faster? *You gently kiss his lips and he agreed* You've never touched yourself before?

Hanzo- Is...! Something...recently! *He tries to hold the loud moans stucked on his throat* Is something new...!

You- Bscause of...? *You smiles accelerating the movements*

Hanzo- You! Fuck...! *He looked down making him more blush and turned up* You make me so fucking horny...!

You- When was the first time?

Hanzo- When you literally sat on my lap... *He starts to gave up in holding the moans* I...! I had too...! Oh fuck...

You- Good to know... tell me more. *You smile starting to get satisfy*

Hanzo- Other times was just... fantasy...!

You- And how did you imagine me? *you laughed bitten your lips*

Hanzo- Oh fuck! *He felt the apex coming*

You- Tell me, Shimada *You were ready to torture him a little bit*

Hanzo- Just bouncing on my fucking...lap! Oh! Kuso...! *He gave a loud moan rolling his eyes and movement his hips on spams* Aww fuc...! Ah yeah...! *he smiled*

*The cum was in your whole dress, it would be hard to pretend but...who cares.*

You- *chuckles* You like it? *You started again, but his dick was to sensitive yet making his squirm and became whining* You need more?

Hanzo- I need...! I need you! Oh fuck! Wait...! Ah! *He grabbed your ass mistreating with his strong hands* Stop...! Wait! Ah! Again! *You could see tears on his eyes of so much pleasure* Aww...! Y/n!

You- Hmm? Said it again?

Hanzo- Y/n...! You did this to me...! *he chuckle* I'm fucking crying...

You- That's normal... *You hold his face finally given him his first kiss*

*Hanzo immediately understood how it works and insert his tongue to the kiss. His hands went to your thin lance panties literally ripping and throwing away. You smile between the kiss feeling he ready to introduce his cock on you, you helped him a little. Hanzo put the head first, what makes already gasp and you feel how rigid, pulsating and thick it was making you blush and groan a little*

Hanzo- Talk to me... *He looked down and hold you waist hard*

You- Fill me all... *You smile and he thrust everything making you scream and hug him tightly* AW! Fuck...! Yes! *He started to move making the whole table shake*

*Hanzo was full of pleasure, couldn't even speak and just moan loud. He didn't knew how good it was, his conscious was focus in the rhythm, only. Didn't take too long for you notice that he was ready to cum again, he slowed down that to take it off*

You- No... I said fill me!

*Hanzo smiled looking at your inserting everything on you again like a punch, making you scream again*

Hanzo- Would turn around for me right after? *He started to penetrate again, now slower and inserting every millicent of his dick inside of you, you shivers in every deep penetration*

You- Right...after...?! *You moan grabbing his arms tightly* Hanzo...!

Hanzo- *chuckle* You like me going deep, uh?

You- Aw shit...! Yeah!

*He accelerates the movements making open your mouth of pleasure, you could feel your eyey tearing. Fast, strong and deep penetrations. You could hear the moist noise and body colliding making you reach your top. You hugged him cumming, but he didn't stop there and you could only starts to whiny and cry*

You- HAN...! Oh God...! *You felt it coming again* Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!

*After you cumming again, he could feel your body totally stunned, he pick you up and turned you around laying you on the table what it was completely watered with your stick discharged of pleasure mixed with both cum. He penetrate now fitting his hands perfectly on your hip and pulling you against him every movement...fast, strong and deep. The table move shaked even more and you? Totally surrendered. Hanzo cum beautifully, he could hold it after you cum twice. It came...perfectly. The cum hit him in a way that makes him lose himself for a second.

Hanzo- ...! Oh fuck...! *He roll his eyes with his torso falling in your direction* Holy shit...! *he whinny with tearing eyes too*

*His legs are shaking and his body begging for a little more... he makes small movements inside you feeling his deliciously sensitive cock. He spasms again hitting a orgasm that was still holded, hitting him again to the paradise. You could only moan loud against the green table, feeling your pussy completely destroyed and soaked. He stayed there for one minute to take the breath again and get his conscious back*

Hanzo- Oh...*he chuckled tearing* What was that...?!

You- Aww...*You whiny and he step away* That was your first time...? Are you sure?

Hanzo- *laughs sitting down on the chair close there* Yeah...I trained a little bit.

You- I can't move...

Hanzo- I'm so sorry...*He gets up and helping you to stand up, pull down your dress* You're ok?

You- *You smiled all messed up feeling your legs weak* Is being a long time...

Hanzo- *He laughed blushing feeling proud of himself* A long time? *He put back the underwear and pants back*

You- Yeah...*You talk slowly like it was drunk* It has being a long time that I don't get fucked...

Hanzo- Yeah? *He smirk in front of you while you lean on the table* It was good?

You- *laughs* This is not you first time...it can't be. You fucking hold it...

Hanzo- Yeah, It wasn't easy. But I'm a trained man. *Laughs and hold your waist* Sorry about the panties.

You- I'm not gonna need that today...*You lean your forehead against his chest* Aw Hanzo...Fuck you, man.

Hanzo- *He laughs out loud* You're welcome and I already get fucked. Hey...*He hold your face making you look at him* I love you.

*You eyes wide open feelings everything shivers, but this time, it was happiness. He saw how surprised and in shock you were, he just chuckled giving you a sweet kiss on the lips*

You- I love you too...but how are we gonna look like that there?

Hanzo- Well...it's being...*he look at the clock on his wrist* Almost 2 hours in M.IA...They may know at this point.

*He helped you to fix your hair, make up and clean your dress. Both went out to the principal room and everything LITERALLY stop everything they were doing to look at you guys with a smile*

Hanzo-....The room wasn't soundproofed? *He whispers feeling his face burning*

You- ...*You looked at him* Wasn't?

Genji- MY BROTHER LOST HIS VIRGINITY!

*Everybody cheers with Genji and Hanzo only could hide his face with his hand, you couldn't stop laughing*

Ana- *laughing and approaches holding you both hands* I'm sorry, we could hear just a little bit, but don't be ashamed! We're more than sure that...it was...pleasant. *she smirk*

You- Ana...! *You blush hard and she laughs*

*You and Ana hear cheering from the boys and they were literally throwing him in the air*

Hanzo- STOP! Y/N! ANA! HELP!

Boys- One! Two! He's a big boy! One! two! He's a big boy!

Ana- *chuckles* Are you going to marry him?

You- Of course *smiles*

Ana- *She looks at your wet dress* He finished outside, right?

You- ....did what?

Ana- *Raise her eyebrows*

You- Ah...oh! *You laughed nervously*

Ana- Y/n! *She stay in shock*

You- If! If I get pregnant, I'll accept!

Ana- And he?

You- *sighs* He would definitely accept. He said that he loves me *smile and blush*

Ana- *sigh and smiles* Well...you both are adults. But if you get pregnant, marry!

You- *laughs* Okey dokey! *You look at Hanzo that still was being tortured by the fellas* Do we rescue him?

Ana- Noo...let them. *both laughs*

Brigitte- GIRL! *She ran on the high heels to you and others girls following her* TELL US EVERYTHING!

You- What...?! Everything?!

Ana- Huhu... ok, girls behave.

Mei- It was good? Let's make a girls night!

Tracer- How it was?! Is big?! Is good?! DID YOU CU-

Ana- Lena! *laughs* Let her breath!

You- I'm not gonna answer if he's big! *laughs* Stop it! And yes...I did. Three or four times...?

Tracer- FOUR TIMES?! *Brigitte he had mouth* HMMMM!!~

Niran- Did he make love or sex? *appears behind you*

You- What the hell you're doing here, Niran? *laughs*

Niran- Girls niiight ~

Brigitte- Let's go home NOW!

Mei- Girls night?

Angela- Girls night?! *on the back* Did someone said girls night?

Ana- Women night! Let's go! .

Art by: I tried so much to find... I swear :")

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Hey, how would Yandere! Alpha! China by being repeatedly rejected by an Alpha! Darling who is only interested in betas and omegas? :)

Oh look my brain decided to work again.

TW: Spider reference.

✨Hope you enjoy! ✨

Yao: Don’t you dare shove a bunch of pun-

Me: TOO LATE. I JUST CHUGGED A QUAD SHOT WITH PUMPKIN SYRUP I’M GOING TO MAKE THAT HORRIBLE WORDPLAY.

“I know this will disappoint Yao, but I’m not interested in you.” You hit him with the pure brass tax.

Yao’s amber eyes only take in your form looking for any signs in your body language that you may be telling him a lie to be coy or playing hard to get once he fails to find the sign that he was hoping for the bitterness inside of him builds. But he knows one thing for sure he won’t give up, nor will he let this slide.

He silently chants a curse under his breath as he gathers his stuff from the world meeting room. He ensures that you can’t see any lip movement. But you swear you can hear him say something. The words that stood out in your mind were “plague” and “cursed” while you tried to decipher if he was really talking or not—but considering you’d just bruised his ego. You had decided that it was better to let him be for now. He’ll get over it. There were tons of eligible Alphas that were similar to you, and he’d have one of them soon enough at his side to ease his aching heart.

Wrong assumptions to have.

You tried to ignore the awkward thickness of the air and move past him. You didn’t want to linger in a place with a stiff atmosphere charged with rage from the fires of hell. As you whipped right by him, your body was hit with an aching chill that engulfed your entire being. You could have sworn that you heard him start to speak. When you quickly turned back to search his face for emotion, your eyes met his pained gaze.It made you feel sick, it made you feel nauseous, and you also began to feel an alarming sensation of hundreds of spiders spreading across your body consuming it. You snapped out of your brief hallucination when you reached the door.

‘How did I teleport to the door?” This is what you will question yourself but don’t give it any real thought because you wanted to be away from those starved amber hues that didn’t leave your form until you held the door firmly shut briefly as if he was a dragon you were trying to contain. Then you made a mad dash for the door, trying to soothe the fears that you suddenly have of Yao, now that his real feelings are out in the open.

After he casts his curse on you, he waits before he leaves the meeting room. He has ten minutes of quiet meditation and contemplation on his master plan to have you anyways. He cracks his neck and gets ready for phase two. After all, if terrible dates don’t get you to him, nothing will.

“Always have a backup plan.”

While in front of you, he takes your rejection on the chin privately; he’s brooding about it. Since he’s far more experienced and mature, he knows better than to have some chaotic outburst in public, but he sure as hell does take all of his unfettered rage back to his secret rage room, where he can release most of his anger from the rejection. His omega servants prep the room with a few hundred discarded but mostly intact vases, bricks, cinder blocks, and his favorite finisher: Brazilian Redwood, to feel his fury. He lets loose when the heavy metal door closes for the 30 minutes that he’s in there. It was his palace of serenity. Once the final block of wood has been shattered into near splinters at Yao’s merciless palms, he will proceed to crack his neck so he can release the rest of the tension and prepare his plans for you. Rejecting him will have severe consequences, all of which are not physical ones.

Yao arranged for himself to have a deep tissue massage, where he’s mentally planning out which punishment would bring him the most satisfaction in getting you to your knees, breaking your spirit, and squashing any chance you’d have any desire to leave him. Even if you were equal to some degree as an Alpha, you upset him as a nation. Yao was your superior, wiser, stronger, and had far more tact. ‘How dare you?’ Rings out in his mind in an echo chamber over and over again. Causing his anger to continue to boil over and over again. You weren’t allowed to do that in his world.

However, as he untensed his muscles, melting off the harsh tension that’s been sitting in the pit of his stomach since midday, he recalled to himself that patience is a virtue. There was no need to. You were in Alpha just as him, but he still had the governmental position that was at least 3 leagues above you. He had the upper hand. He was much more likely than you to get his way in the end.

In the next couple of months, Yao will try to give you other chances to allow you to see the error of your decision to reject him. He will be kind and offer you subtle hints at wanting to be more. Things like asking if you’d like to help draft up an economic plan, need military support or even need help with presenting some of your speeches. After all he’s told you numerous times about how crucial powerful posture has on the impact of your speeches for an international forum.

He was going to make your life a living hell for you and start by giving you access to the least desirable matches on all of the apps you use. You’ll scroll endlessly through hundreds of inferior omegas and betas that didn’t mesh well with you. A great deal of them, you weren’t attracted to them for one reason or another. Some had habits you hated so much that you’d love to go back in time and throttle the person who created it. There were endless horrible dates that Yao orchestrated. You’d had hot water spilled onto your lap, beta’s who seemed not to know how to shower, and even freak incidents like having a lamp post almost strike a date dead. Still you do your best to chalk it up to bad luck of sorts. Afterall, terrible dates for one reason or another happen, it has nothing to do with the fact that Yao is silently brooding and plotting to take you over.

Yao will try to have more one -on-one business meetings with you which after the first one proved to be more of a lunch date. He proposed to give your department more resources & lavish amenities in his latest governmental development plan he had. Once you figured out this was nothing more than some sort of coy ploy so that you could become his toy, you started to be far more kurt with him. Of course since the two of you work for the same government he can’t fully retaliate but he will make your life far more inconvenient in subtle ways:

Say goodbye to having a printer. Have to go up three flights of stairs to do so? Good luck on leg day all day everyday.

Having computer troubles? Have fun having it glitch out and have a major malfunction right before you had a wildly important presentation. Your boss is not upsetti spaghetti Mr. Resetti and a long 3 hour lecture over your precious incompetence over things that were never really your fault. He really digs into you too as an Alpha with the line:

“The fuck is wrong with you? Your work ethic is like that of some feeble Omega.”

You picked yourself up and continued on because life happens and besides you had cool dates you had planned for the next couple of weeks to distract yourself from your work life that is beginning to look like a circle of hell. However, your dating life began to look like it came from the deepest part of hell. Yao still tried to be kind and get you to come to him.

“Come on, Y/N lets go home & eat (guilty pleasure snack here) and we can binge ( show from childhood that smack you in the feelings but you love it for that).”

“I’m sorry Yao, I have a ….” Avoiding his eyes to shuffle some papers and pens you had on your desk. “Date. So I’ll see you next week.”

When you looked up, to your surprise you didn’t see him in your office door anymore. It was like he’d vanished.

Whenever you were out at a restaurant it disturbed you how many servers seemed to dislike you so much. It wasn’t every restaurant but 1 of every 4 you go a server who smiled directly at you but their eyes seemed to scream “fuck you” into the depths of your soul. You were shaken to your core but remained composed. The multitude of times that this seemed to happen afterwards you could have sorn you’d seen him in the window you were seated by from a distance, or one of his henchmen that you’d seen a few times over your couple of years working in your position in Zoom meetings, conference calls, or just passing by. When you tried to prove to yourself that it was Yao that followed you would walk by the look-a-like it would be someone else entirely different. However this didn’t stop the feeling of hundred of tiny legs crawling over your skin with a plethora of eyes there to watch the shit show that has become your dating life. Filled with nothing but misery and mishaps. In the back of your mind you began to hear the low hum of a tune that sang:

“Time to give in! Time to give up! The spiders that thread are hungry and waiting in the web!”

After your umpteenth failed date you wanted to come to a full stop on dating for awhile. After all, just being in solitude at home was better than dealing with chaos.

Your mind trailed off to think about how just days before you had an amazing date with a super chill Beta that was a professional roller skater. You enjoyed seeing them do all of these amazing tricks and flips midair, on ramps, and off stairwells. You thought it could work until some freak accident involving a faulty ramp that caused them to plummet to their death.

Your eyes scrunched at the awful news and did your best to wave off the thought.

Just then your phone rang. It was one of the last people you wanted to speak to.

‘This guy really knows how to pick his moments.’ You grumble to yourself as you try to ignore the incoming wave of spiders that you felt crawling all over you. The phone fell silent by the time you had enough strength to reject another ‘meeting’ with Yao.

You weren’t going to call him back. You also weren’t in any mood to deal with him anyway. So you placed your phone on ‘DO NOT DISTURB’. You plopped it down onto your coffee table and rolled over on the couch to the cushion side. A loud groan reverates through your apartment. Your tired eyes blink for a few moments before they’re adrift off for a few minutes of blissful sleep and a quick respite from the reality that was your chaotic life. This was until the sounds of rapid fists that pounded at your door. It took your out of your calm flight into the dream realm and sent you crashing back down into the concrete.

‘What the absolut fuck is going on?’ You slowly spring up from your couch in frustration. ‘I better have accidentally ordered food.’ You open the door and are greeted by Yao and his entourage.

“Oh for fucks sake what do you want?” Not even allowing the man to say “hello”

“Y/N, listen please. Why in the world do you have to continue to say no? I have power, wealth, and connections, any real Alpha is power hungry like an insatiable wolf…” His amber eyes scanned you up and down seeking weaknesses to strike.

That overwhelming feeling of spiders being all over you was back and was far worse now that you were in his presence. Your knees began to buckle and fear began to consume you. Simply being in Yao’s presence was causing your body to react. Noticing that you were hunching over in a metaphysical type of pain he’d decided that it was time to continue with his final blows.

“Watching you blunder with your dating life is embarrassing Y/N.” The statement bit into you like a hungry wolf spider that hadn’t had a chance to feed in over a week. You’d been reduced to a trembling heap for Yao.

Your vision was blurred. You’d lost the ability to speak. You also were at the complete mercy of Yao while you mind felt like it was on a heavy dosage of THC. You’d been brought to your knees. The curse had come to it’s completion.

“There, there Y/N. We’re going home so I can nurse you back to health.”

Yao: “Upsetti Spaghetti Mr.Resetti…….. GIRL ARE YOU HIGH AND STARTED WATCHING TOO MANY ANIMAL CROSSING VIDEOS ?”

Me: *giggling* No. *Continues to giggle like a moron over the wordplay*

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[ doze ] Rai to Monkey Dad, he is sleepy eepy

☯ PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES ☯ [ doze ] sender falls asleep with their head on receiver’s shoulder

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The sudden weight on his shoulder had caused the golden simian to pause in the moment, a peach-flavored chip hanging now mere inches from his open mouth. His eyes darting to the young Brazilian boy that was now resting his head against his shoulder. Asleep and snoring away against him.

A gentle sigh escaping past the sage's lips in the moment, gaze softening. It didn't take a genius to figure out the boy was exhausted — after all he was now passed out like a light against his shoulder. Than again, he had been noticing during their little quality time together that Raimundo had been seeming to fight staying awake. Insisting he wasn't THAT tired and wanting to continue to relay the adventure he had been on, excited even while tired. It reminded him a bit of himself there.

Reaching out to wrap his arms around the kid's shoulder and draw him closer. Letting him have his moment of rest as he protectively held him. His tail circling around where Raimundo sat, acting as a barrier and further protection. He would make sure that the boy got some sleep, keeping him close as he rested.

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