#am dat lock in

[p0tasiu]

Am ajuns la concluzia ca am nevoie de mai multe picioare ca sa mi le bag pe toate in viata

Ar trebui sa fiu gen caracatita

[marsixm]

every time i open twitter it shows me some doomer shit and its good motivation to keep staying off my phone as much as possible 🙏

[undistortedworld]

wait actually the other thing getting me through is that im gonna hijack the print room after to make a harrow printed tshirt and also hopefully an ianthe one too hehehehe. had to check were still allowed in the print room after the deadline but the plan is in place now hehe

[rebelliousstories]

Desperate Times and Desperate Measures

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by @infinityfandoms

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Fighting

Word Count: 1,505

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Summary: She always said she would be about as useful as a wet paper bag in a fight. Good thing she never skips leg day.

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“And who is this? I don’t think audiences have had the pleasure of meeting you yet.” The man in the red mask asked, looking at the woman behind Gambit. She looked up, startled at the sudden attention being brought to her.

“Um, hi.” She offered her name, but was still confused as to what was going on with these new people.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re ‘The Druid’ aren’t you,” Deadpool gasped, “sparkle hands.”

“Sure, I guess if that’s how you want to know me. Haven’t heard anyone call me that in years.” She turned back to her bandages that she was wrapping back up. There were footsteps coming closer to her, but someone stopped them.

“Until I know whatcha gonna be doin’, ya ain’t gettin’ no closer.” Gambit snaps, charging a card near the red masked man.

“Oh, I’m not going to do anything to her. I’m a fan really. From one person with a regenerative healing factor to another, I applaud you, my dear.” Wade clapped his hands together and bowed dramatically. She giggled and set down the bandages, before walking over to Gambit.

“We’re alright, hun. He’s just being friendly.” With a hand on his chest, the man turned and caught her eyes. Letting the energy fizzle out and back into his body, Gambit wrapped an arm around her waist to tug her close.

Later that evening, as they prepared to go to bed in preparation of the big battle the next day, she was checking and double checking her stash. Different salves, elixirs, and dressings were being packed away in her satchel to take with her. As she was placing the last bottles and jars in, hands creeped across her waist and pulled her back into a firm chest.

“Neva’ gonna get tired of seein’ you work like dis, chere. Amazes me each and every time.” Remy drawled, pressing kisses to her neck while she leaned back.

“All to make you guys better, hun.” She replied, loving the feeling of his affections.

“Listen, when we in da lair tomorrow,” he began, “you gonna stay back righ’? Stay in da car?”

“Of course, I am. You know I can’t fight.” Her snort made the man smile as he pressed a kiss to her head.

“Good. Don’t want you gettin’ mixed up in all dat.”

Her hands came in front of them, and both of their attentions were on it. In a matter of a few seconds, a magnolia blossom was blooming from her palm. Taking it from one hand to the next, she passed it back to her lover. He held it to his nose, and breathed in deeply. The sweetest scent flooded his senses. Gambit tucked the flower into the top of his chest plate, right near his heart.

“Everything is gonna be alright, Remy. We’ll be fine.”

Those seem like famous last words now.

She was staying in the background. Behind the car because she was just not going to stay in an on fire car for anything. So far, no one had noticed her and that was just how she liked it. Keeping an eye on her boyfriend and friends, the chaos around them almost made her lose the line of sight.

An explosion next to her gained her attention, and made her squeak in surprise. Thankfully, she was still virtually hidden from the rest of the fighting going on. Locking eyes on Gambit’s coat once more, she was shocked to see someone sneaking up on his. Of course, all the fighting and shouting made the odds more optimal, but it was still an incredible task to do that to him. When he did not seem to be turning and looking at the attacker behind him anytime soon, she knew she had to do something. Looking around her, she tried to find something that would draw both Gambit’s attention to the attacker, and the attacker’s attention away from Gambit.

So she threw a shoe. Some random shoe that had gotten blown off of someone was what she picked up to throw. And somehow, it worked.

“Uh oh. We done messed up now.” She muttered, seeing the new set of eyes on hers. Taking off, she began weaving through the structure. But that man was close behind.

Gambit only noticed when he heard the sound of footsteps running behind him. A card blew up the spot that those feet had stood in the second prior. Taking a look around, he noticed that there was someone now chasing his girl all through the maze of bars that was Cassandra’s lair. Remy took off after the person, while trying to look ahead to see where she was going. Somehow, he remained just out of range for his cards to reach.

Ducking into a corner, she breathed heavily as she tried to catch her breath. A stitch was deep in her side, and her claves were beginning to cramp, but she couldn’t not stop now. Her life, Remy’s life, depended on it. All the noise around them meant that she would not be able to focus on the bad guy’s movements even if she wanted to. Poking her head out of her hole, she breathed a sigh of relief as she did not see him immediately. But that changed when, from the other end of the apparent hallway, he dropped down. She was trapped.

There was nothing that she could use as a weapon nearby, and her powers were defensive; not offensive. Breathing hard, she tried to steel herself against the awful smile that the man was now sporting. A cool metal bar was digging into her back. Her heart was speeding up. If she fell from this height, she would survive, but her bag would not and that was a greater travesty in her opinion. However, she did not have these thoughts long as a flash of magenta flew in front of her and sparked in front of the man.

“Ain’t ya momma eva’ teach ya how t’ treat a lady?” Remy was here. He shot a wink over his shoulder to her, before going after the man. His bo staff was out and charged, but for some reason it did not seem to be slowing this man down. Finally, he got close enough to stick a card to him, that promptly exploded. But as he walked away, this man just got back up and began to heal again.

Gambit groaned, and struck three cards to the ground, before running and grabbing his girlfriend from the railing. As they fell, an aftershock of the explosion knocked them in the air. He tucked her head into his chest, and cushioned their way down. Landing on the hard ground, both of them groaned as pain shot through their bodies.

“You good, chere?” Remy asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was inspecting her face as his hands ran over the rest of her body.

“Yeah. You?” She replied, doing the exact same thing to him.

“Don’ worry about ol’ Gambit now. Gambit’s fine. I want you to go dat little hole in the side over der and stay der till I come get you.” The man pressed a kiss to her head, a brief one to her lips before rolling them over so he was on top. Slipping a card out from his pocket, he flicked it towards someone coming near, before getting up and joining the fray once more.

Once she had caught her breath, she did exactly what Remy had instructed of her. The little cave that she had found herself in allowed her to keep an eye on everybody, but stayed out of the fighting. She knew where her strengths lie, and she was definitely going to be most useful after the fight. As she watched, her mind kept forming different recipes and mixtures that she could use to help.

The fighting slowed until there was just a few people left. As the group finished them off, she stepped out briefly to watch their two friends jump into the glowing circle and away from the Void. As they disappeared, she ran over to her boyfriend and their friends. He welcomed her with open arms, and breathed a sigh of relief as they stood there.

Taking an assessment on her friends, she immediately set to work dressing some of the injuries that they had but could not heal properly. She felt Remy pat her shoulder lovingly as she was wrapping a spot on Elektra’s back. Turning to him, he just drew her in closer before allowing her to tend to wounds he may have gotten. This was a well oiled machine that had been established over the years.

As they piled into the Honda Odyssey after, their journey home was quiet. They did not know if they were going to be able to go home, or if they were stuck there forever. But one thing was for certain; that shoe was going to live in her head for a while.

[austinsastrology8991]

> SUN IN THA HOUSE < and whY yoU Be like dat

Sun is our focal point, its our brightest star > you force others to look at you and look at themselves by your star quality <

Sun in the First - Everyone knows them, and they make it a fact that if you don't see them then your the one who is blind. They have a confident swagger, but arrogance to them that begs for the attention of all around them, and everyone is locked in on how or why they have such a powerful presence. Their smiles are contagious too. Also somehow always in the perfect place to say some funny ass shit and keep their style points that they been racking up over the years "You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name" - W.W 'breaking bad'

Sun in the Second - Did I stutter? Im talking about what I need not what I want. These guys are possessed by themselves and everyone loves it. So focused so self contained, they don't want nothing to do with you if you can't help them achieve their goals, and that attitude is sticky and everyone wanna be glued to em because they are destined for success. So they are constantly deciding who they want to share their gifts with, because they know they got it, what you got? "Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive, What's your name again? Nobody knows it, Don't speak to me n***a, you not important, Im focused" - Tyler, the creator 'smuckers'

Sun in the Third - The whizz kid who didn't study, but stole the test papers and told everyone the wrong answers and kept all the right ones to himself. They are smart and they dont need you to tell them this they just want some more god damn answers. And thats what frustrates everyone, because they know so much already, why they still searching? Well thats how they got so smart dummy "That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searching with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat Watching me while I write this, like, "I don't like this note" - Eminem 'white america'

Sun in the Fourth - The sentimental cry baby that everyone loves to cuddle. Emotional but people find it adorable. They are the rock you can cry on if you want a rock to cry on. Nah but if you need a safe place to cry, you can cry to them, they'll protect you from the harsh waves of others emotional projections, because they get it, even when everyone else refuses to. But don't use em because that'll force them to block you out, and this decision will cause a emotional rollercoaster for the both of you and they'll blame you for it even if it was their decision "And I am done changing words, Just so my songs sound prettier, I just don't care if it hurts, 'Cause it hurts me too" - Faye Webster 'hurts me too'

Sun in the Fifth - The walking confetti explosion, always turnt up and if you trynna lower the volume then they'll oblige ya just so when the volume inevitably goes up again, they'll make it a point that its always more fun with the party up then down. Charming chameleons that are cheesin about the colours they managed to pull off. Watch em dance, watch em sing, watch em do a funny, they can do it all and laugh while doing it, the vibe is them and they are so good at inviting people in on the little big party they got going on "Man I just wanna go flex, Gold on my teeth and on my neck, And I'm stone cold with the flex, With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check" - Post Malone 'go flex'

Sun in the Sixth - Typeracer.com - nah but seriously they always working on themselves and comparing themselves just to make sure their progress is more than what they expected and way more than what others expected of them. Because they here for a reason, and they will never let a opportunity slip, because if they do, they'll stay awake over it for years, and they done wasting their good years. Basically Peggy Olsen "And when your album sales wasn't doing too good, Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely, All you n***s that said that I turned pop, Or The Firm flopped. Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep" - Dr Dre 'forgot about dre'

Sun in the Seventh - I gotchu what you need? true homies always putting others before them, and i know this gets a bad rap these days but if you ever get one of these friends. Do yourself a favour and stop telling them to stand up for themselves, because they still standing with the weight of everyone else on they shoulders. This way they show others the power of communication. And they still sticking it to everyone who tell em otherwise, so please tell me how they not standing up for themselves? They the loyalist, you got no idea how many people rely on em and thats their pride "Every step I take, every move I make (ohh, I'll miss you), Every single day, every time I pray, I'll be missing you (yeah, yeah, yeah), Thinkin' of the day, when you went away, What a life to take, what a bond to break, I'll be missing you" - Diddy 'missing you'

Sun in the Eighth - Who went to hell and back? Well they went to a version of it. And they are done hearing whatever you done, because what they did beats your hell tenfold. They don't even wanna put you in your place because they don't wanna hear your attempts to disapprove of them because they've overcome more than some bullshit shit talking. Just put some respect on their name thats all they want. And if not it's easy pickens because think they worse than you, and if you done worse, they don't mind going badder, so be careful, they'll do it. They careful about not being careful so be careful "No I don't worry, I tell you, I'm a man who believes that I died twenty years ago, And I live like a man who is dead already, I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything" - Skepta 'no security'

Sun in the Ninth - I WOKE UP IN NEW BUGgATTI is how they live their lives, except miss the bugatti but keep the caps lock on. They live by a set of moral philosophies to help them get by and to find excitement/ enjoyment outta life, because they refuse to be a follower, they've seen how sad everyone else is and they just trynna make sure it don't work out that way for them. Educated idiots; making up the rules as they learn the rules to live by their own rules. They lead their own life and it rubs off on everyone on how you should live your own life > teetering the edge of danger and fortune. Also someone who'll give it to you the realest despite being the biggest clown "Black kid get shot, white man get tazed, Media spread lies, politicians get paid, Doctors wanna drug you up so you can reach an early grave, Prisons wanna lock you up so they can fill up every cage Make fifty cents an hour, they gon' work you like a slave, Government gon' play dumb but they know everythin' " - Meechy Darko 'kill us all'

Sun in the Tenth - "Who speaking about me? oh. he ain't shit" - they acting better than everyone, and its fake until it isnt. No one knows when they made it because they always acted like they did. They dont brag they let the audience speak their volumes, hum their symphonies, play their drums, tickle their balls, and they just the orchestrator of it all. Because they doin the most, and they know everyone gonna talk about it so no need to even speak on it. Classy about it too. They on the top and they don't wanna leave so they acting humble but everyone know they really feelin themselves, but hey who wouldn't "I might be too strung out on compliments, Overdosed on confidence, Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence, Drinkin' every night because we drink to my accomplishments" - Drake 'headlights'

Sun in the Eleventh - Trend setters who leave their shit stains on every social setting they enter. They got this influence about them thats hard not to notice, because they have at least three people fawning over em, and they not doing shit. Always trying to spread their influence, so if you want someone to back you its them, because their word is worth more due to their connections. And the easiest way to connect is technology and they all up in the software and getting a hard drive about it. They say some outta pocket shit, but thats where the influenza comes from I guess. They somehow everywhere and no where at the same damn time "It's ironic you talk jail time, But you ain't never seen no central booking (yeah) It's ironic you hang with a n***a that beat women And have the nerve to call yourself "Girl Pusher" Wow! You ain't real, I'm gonna show you how I really feel - JPEGMAFIA 'baby im bleeding'

Sun in the Twelfth - Lonely introspective dreamy creative types. Is what you could say if you wanna sum them up. But there is much more to them, but they are so afraid of letting anyone in because they are so sensitive. Their empathy and ability to look at things from different perspectives is what sets them apart, and they want to be set apart, because they feel alone, and don't wanna pretend they your friend if they ain't. They are extremely creative to a fault, and a lot of people would rather make fun of their works then celebrate how special it is. Until it is widely acknowledged how gifted they are, then everyone will switch up around them. But they will never forget who said what, because they above the whats; aint got time for someone who thought they were just a what "'Cause I'm out there, Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own, I told you I was out there, Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own,I fell down to Earth, From a hundred miles away and somehow I still make it work, But it's overrated and somehow played out" - Oliver Tree 'alien boy'

[ethelcained]

fashion killa (chris sturniolo) ⋆｡°✩

he’s a fashion designer and she’s a model (-: the characters are based off of my wp book that’s linked on my pinned post, check it out if you’d like!! this is specifically for my lover @carvedtits !! 💐💐💐 (my irl sarai)

saraiarielle

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saraiarielle chella ‘24 is one 4 da books🌟🌟🌟

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teamsaraiarielle Sarai via @freshlove’s Instagram!

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freshlove If we arguing and I stutter Imma smack the fuck outta you

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[wutheringcaterpillar]

A Lesson Learnt

Summary: After dressing provocatively to the golden globes much to Cillian’s surprise. He becomes immensely irritated with how you’re acting, flirting with other men and having no public decency, leaving him no other choice than to put you in your place.

Warnings: daddy!kink, degradation, jealousy, Cillian is single in this with no kids, you’re his adopted daughter, brat!reader, smut a tremendous amount of smut, dumbification, ass slapping, age gap (reader is twenty one, cillian is 48)

sidenote- i may have gotten a bit carried away but seriously it’s a lot of smut. I am not an Yvonne hating person and respect his family. This is purely fiction and has no relation to Cillian’s real life. Don’t like the warnings, don’t read this.

There you were, standing there in a black skin tight dress that hugged your sides quite firmly, complimenting your hips. Your father stood there hand at his hip completely astounded, apalled that you would wear such a revealing outfit to such a prestigious event, if he were to take a guess you were taking a note from the book of Kylie Jenner.

Meeting his gaze, his eyes protruded dominance, his once baby blues eyes turning into a devilish shade of the cavernous ocean as he watched you walk down the stairs toward him.

Diamonds covered the top of your dress, curving elegantly over your revealing cleavage, just hardly holding them in place. 

Greeting the security guard who attempted to look anywhere but you, Cillian leaned up from the wall, holding out his hand for you to take like the gentleman that he always was.

“What the fuck are yuh wearing? This is an award show not a fucking playboy mansion.” You rolled your eyes and walked with him hand in hand to your designated table.

During the evening waiting on nominees and winners, he couldn’t help but notice the glances and innapropriate exchanges you had been making with Leonardo DiCaprio, it fueld his anger even more, knowing you were in this man’s age range of women.

Taking a cherry off of your desert, you popped it in your mouth, seductively tying the stem in a knot never breaking eye contact with Leo, whom was focused on your cherry red lips, imagining what they’d feel like wrapped around his cock.

Cillian had enough of this, he knew what you were up to, a not so poor attempt at getting under his skin. Clenching his jaw, he balled his fists under the table, when he locked eyes with Leo the man looked away, still smirking at the idea of all the positions he could have you in tonight.

Attempting to keep his composure, you felt his hand latch onto your thigh harshly, his knuckles turning white. You held back a yelp from the sudden pain, just barely keeping your knee from hitting the table. Turning to him with a playful grin, you raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong daddy? Can’t a girl have some fun?” He leaned ever so close, his lips just barely touching your ear, whispering in a harsh tone for nobody to hear.

“This is a televised show, I don’t need you flaunting yourself and acting like a whore for everyone to see. Cut the shit before I do for ya” Someone was feisty, just as you had planned. 

Cillian believed the problem to be your lack in parents growing up, no discipline whatsoever, and he was guilty for giving you anything you ever asked for, now he was reaping the consequences.

“And the winner is Cillian Murphy!” As he took the stage and began giving his speech, his tongue lapped over his teeth in irritation when he noticed instead of listening to him, you were biting down on your bottom plump lip, before sucking the chocolate syrup of your dessert off of your finger, never once breaking eye contact with Leo.

He stayed composed finishing his speech, trying to not even look at you and your slutty shenanigans.

He didn’t talk to you the rest of the night until you were back at the hotel.

“What da fuck was dat eh? Did you even care about how long I waited for this moment or were you too lovestruck by a man nearly three times your age. You hurt me tonight Y/N.” Kicking off your heels, you approached him like a lion approaches its prey but in a teasing way, a clear note of sarcasm in your voice.

“Sounds to me like daddy’s jealous.” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, pouting, mocking him with his emotions.

“Enough!” The back of his hand intertwined with the strands of your hair instantly, you let out a yelp, lips quivering in pain.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat ya like a fuckin whore.” He bent you over the dresser aggressively, your chest slamming against the wooden surface nearly taking the breath out of you.

His chest heaved rapidly, adrenaline rushing through his blood when he lifted your dress, seeing the black laced thong that was barely even covering your asshole.

Scoffing, he moved the thin, soaked fabric to the side, only to reveal your little hole dripping, he could swear he could see a small heartbeat atop your clit.

“Well, well would you look at that?” His hand slapped your folds, your slick painting your thighs from how wet you were. You squirmed underneath him in a desperate attempt to crawl out from underneath his arm.

A stinging pain shot up your back when his hand collided with the fragile skin of your ass.

“Daddy!” Cillian shook his head, pulling your hair back, his hand wrapping around your throat in a deathly grip.

“Don’t you daddy me. Do I sound like I’m fucking around Y/N?” His fingers slid into your dripping core effortlessly. Your mouth dropped open from the sudden intrusion, the feeling of his thick fingers filling you causing you to moan desperately, needing more.

His fingertips curled up inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure. Your juices coated him instantly, it was pathetic to him how needy and impatient you were. “Be. Patient? Understand?” You moaned a yes, pushing yourself back against his fingers, grinding your pussy down the entirety of his lengthy fingers. He rolled his eyes in annoyance with you getting far too much enjoyment out of this. When he removed his fingers you whined, and he wasn’t having it, sending another sharp slap to your ass, stoping your crying immediately.

Unbuckling his pants with his other hand, his thick length slapped against your wetness, resting in-between your folds, sliding it up and down agonizingly slow. You released a whine, the anticipation getting the best of you.

“Please. The worst punishment you ever gave me was taking my phone away for a weekend in high school. You’re not going to- Ah!” He plunged his cock full throttle into your tight walls, causing your body to tense from the pain.

Flipping you over, his hands held your wrists at both sides of your head, his nails digging into your skin rather violently, surely to leave marks.

“What’s da matter? Daddy’s cock making yuh too dumb to speak?” At this point your boobs had fallen out of your dress, like Cillian expected them too.

Your round globe-like nipples hardening from how turned on you were in that very moment.

“Pl-please daddy I-“ Grabbing his tie, he shoved it in your mouth, shutting you up.

“Do yuh want the fuckin neighbors to here? Are yuh going to bed a good girl for once in yer life?” You nodded up at him with pleading eyes. 

His hands released your wrists, grazing over your thighs, holding them tightly as he fucked you mercilessly. The sight of your tits bouncing up and down consumed him. He couldn’t resist from latching his lips around them, biting down on one of them, making you release a desperate, muffled moan.

He’s pumping in and out of you at vigorous rate as your hands glided to the sides of the dresser, holding onto them for dear life.

Sweat began to form on Cillian’s pale skin, as he watched his cock disappear in your luxurious, dripping hole. The sight sending him into overdrive.

Ripping the tie out of your mouth, he lifted you up, slamming you up against the wall. 

“Lucky I’m even fucking you with whadda fuckin brat you’ve been. That all it takes is my cock for you to behave?” Your hands searched every inch of his back, pushing his jacket off, undoing the buttons frantically.

You pressed your boobs up against his chest as he drilled into you, the feeling of being so full, so completely fucked out taking over you.

The sweat causing your mascara to run down your cheeks in a beautiful, fucked out mess.

The sight of you so needy for him, so quickly submissive to his every demand turned him on immensely. He watched you with deep intent, paying close attention to every single facial expression with such precision.

He could tell you were close from the way your thighs were twitching around his waist.

Turning you around to face the mirror while his back was toward it, he wanted you to see how desperate you looked, how well you were taking his cock and how he was capable of taking complete control of you.

“Go on sweetheart, do what you do best and cum on my cock. Go on with da slut you are. My good little slut.” The way he spoke with such dialect, his voice as smooth was the wind in a warm summer day had you clenching around his length hard. Moaning and groaning loud enough for the whole hotel to hear.

“Daddy, daddy I- I’m gonna-“

“Cum on my cock, darling. Show daddy how well he treats his princess.”

Your body convulsed as you crumbled in his arms, losing yourself, fully releasing your hot slick all over his magnificent cock.

Cillian kept going, holding you up with a single hand while the other moved your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your fucked out eyes that were just rolling back down from the back of your head.

“Should I come in you? I’m not sure if you deserve it? You were such a bad girl tonight?” You nodded frantically, still hardly able to form words, feeling like you could potentially pass out from the over stimulation of his cock still hitting that sweet spot.

“Pl-please. I’ll be good. No- no more flirting.” His eyebrows raised, his lips curving into a smile, satisfied with your response before he released himself, painting your insides with his seed as his moans filled the room.

When he let you down, you would’ve fell to the ground if it weren’t for his arms catching you, helping you up onto the bed, tucking you in gently.

“Have you been taking your pill?” He asked, caressing  the side of your face with such care.

You nodded sleepily, making him smile softly at the sight of his sweet little girl. You may have drove him crazy at times, but with a little guidance he knew you’d straighten out. Seeing his cum drip out of you, he pushed it back in, making you moan tiredly.

“I have to go and do the closing photos. I’ll be back soon.” He kissed you on the forehead, already sound asleep like the angel you were.

When he took the photos, he didn’t seem to notice how his collar was disheveled, not neat like it was during his speech, but he hadn’t cared.

When his assistant had pointed it out and offered to fix it, he waved her off kindly, repeating the fact he did not care, he just wanted tonight and this award show event to be over.

It was a small reminder to him of how much you needed him in every, aching way.

[ittybittyemmyy]

35 Humiliating Questions for Adult Babies from @enby-foxx W/ 35 humiliating answers from @ittybittyemmyy

Q. 1. How often should you be diapered?

A. 1 24/7 I'm a stress and urge incontinent bed wetting babie if not diapered beds and pants get wet.

Q. 2. Do you want your underwear cut up?

A. 2..No ! I need some to pretend I'm a big girl and put over my pullups at workies !

(My Daddy should please cut up my panties and put me in my place. Babies=no panties)

Q. 3. Do people in diapers get to decide when they cum?

A. 3. Um... I'm not supposed to... Daddy says that's a choice only adults make for dumb babies but if that's the case maybe he shouldn't leave Mr. Buzzy in the baby's reach and should lock him up in a box to keep him safe

Q. 4. Should anyone in diapers be looked at in a sexual manner?

A. 4.I fink so! Adult Babies by their Daddies or mommies yeah! We sexy in diapees right? Especially stinky ones ! *giggles*

Q. 5. Should you be allowed to use the toilet?

A. 5. At workies I get too but when home I'm not allowed unless under a thick diapee

Q. 6. Do you drool on yourself?

A. 6 Hmpf... No.! ( Sometimes )

Q. 7. Do you rub your diaper when no one is looking?

A. 7 ..... it just feels so soft and squishy! How am I not supposed to touch it?!

Q. 8. Do you like to waddle in your diapers?

A. 8 I love wearing big thick diapers and being forced to crawl only toddlers get to waddle.... I'm a babie and babies crawl....

Q. 9. Do you want everyone to know you wear diapers?

A. 9 It Is a dream for everyone I meet and know to know about it and accept me, and treat me as such and I'm pretty open about being a little but don't force it upon no one

Q. 10. Is potty training too hard for you, stupid?

A. 10 Hush.... I just never got it's okay!

Q. 11. Should you be allowed on the furniture?

A. 11 Um yeah if Daddys checking my diapee while I'm up there so I don't leaks on da couch!

Q. 12. Do you like being a smelly baby?

A. 12I wuv being a smelly babie my stinky diapees make my headspace stronger 🤭

Q. 13. Does your house smell like piss?

A. 13 Nope I carpet clean if I leaks on da floor and change sheets and the mattress protector every time I has an accident! Abdls don't have to = being gross and unhygienic

Q. 14. Do you prefer dry diapers or full diapers?

A. 14 Full diapees are more fun to squish!

Q. 15. Do you like to wear plastic panties?

A. 15 They are cute but all pairs I have tried have been so big on me they go up to my Chest

Q. 16. Do you need your diaper checked?

A. 16 All day every day atleast 2 changies a day

Q. 17. Do you make humpies in your diaper?

A. 17 If no one's looking...maybe.... it FEELS GOOD

Q. 18. Do you like messy diapers?

A. 18 Messy diapers are so warm and are the best to make humpies in..... ask my stuffie doug..

Q. 19. How thick do you like your diapers?

A. 19 To the point I can't walk and have to only crawl around like the dumb infant I am

Q. 20. Are you diapered right now?

A. 20 I'm 24/7 so yes !

Q. 21. Who should be allowed to check your diaper?

A. 21 Only my Daddy and other grown ups Daddy trusts to do so as well

Q. 22. When’s the last time you leaked?

A. 22 Um the other day I leaked through my diapee and leggings at the store..

Q. 23. Should you be allowed to change your diaper whenever you want?

A. 23 No babies don't get to choose when they need a diaper change. It teaches obedience

Q. 24. Do you like to bounce on your diapered bottom?

A. 24. I wuv being bounced on my Daddys knee in my diapees! It is so fun!!

Q. 25. Do you like diapers more than sex?

A. 25 Um maybe.... idk diaper sex is cool. Best of both worlds.

Q. 26. Did you make pushies today?

A. 26 Nope ! Daddy said If I don't soon he's gonna gimme a suppositumory I dunno what dat means but no stinkies for Emmy!

Q. 27. Why do you wear diapers?

A. 27 I have wore diapees all my life I never took to potty training at night and I have kidney damage due to trauma that made me lose control of my bladder at 16 it just makes me more calm and just makes sense for me to be diapered rather than laughing and peeing my pants in public

Q. 28. Do you want to be a bedwetter?

A. 28 I am one and have been all my life

Q 29. Do you use a bottle?

A. 29 when I can I don't like big cups I spill when trying to drink from them!

Q. 30. What embarrassing things do you like to be called?

A. 30 Daddy calls me stinky, princess, his pee baby, Pee butt, potty pants, his soggy girl ect and I wuv dem all they make me blushy and giggle he's so siwwy

Q. 31. Do you enjoy being restrained?

A. 31 It Is a fun time I just got a pair of segufix locking booties but, I want a @straitjacketshopcom jacket and booties, I'm also a rope bunny....

Q. 32. Do you enjoy doing as your told?

A. 32 Not really but if it makes Daddy happy I will

Q. 33. How much would you love to be humiliated daily for being an adult baby

A.33 Every day of my life I wanna know I'm less than every other grown up and that I didn't mature like them. I'm just a babie

Q. 34. What’s the longest you’re willing to go being diapered 24/7?

A.34 Well I've been 24/7 my whole life so far so the rest of it too?

Q. 35. What’s more humiliating than being an adult baby?

A. 35 Ummm I honestly don't know really but fitting toddler pullups cause I'm so small probably takes the cake...

[prettypinkporkchop]

Ayoo! Can I request a Leah x female reader that says the absolute dumbest jokes or pickup lines to try and win her over

Maybe even having Sam be the butt of her jokes / pranks as mild revenge in honor of Leah but he understands the reason so he’s not really even mad about them

You're a Nerd

Warnings: language!

You and Leah are hanging out in her room. She's sitting across her bed, making small glances at you. You KNOW she's hiding her feelings.

She looks up at you again, and you both lock eyes. The usual joke comes up, and you smirk. Her face straightens as she knows what's coming.

"Do you have a map? I'm lost in your eyes." You try to hide a smile and giggle.

She chuckles and shakes her head. "God, please stop. You're gonna make me give in." She winks.

"Am I successful?!" You ask hopeful.

"Not yet." She looks back down on her phone.

You sigh and fall back, landing on a pillow. "Don't worry. I'll make you fall for me." You smile.

She places her phone down and looks down at you. "What makes you think I haven't? You are my imprint, after all."

You gulp. "I'll wait for you."

---

It's a regular bonfire night. You're up Leah's ass, which she secretly loves. You're sitting on the ground next to her, eyeing Sam. You see his shorts stop at his knees and look down at his feet.

"Eugh.." You snort quietly and cover your mouth, leaning on Leah's shoulder.

She laughs. "What is it?" She asks.

"Why his feet look like dat?..." You hold in a big laugh.

She puts a bubble in her mouth, holding everything back. Her body is shaking slightly with quiet laughter.

"My feet are prettier than that. Damn, I know he is a wolf, but he gotta clip them talons." You joke more.

She can't hold it anymore. She bursts into laughter, nearly in tears. You watch her beautiful smile, the sounds coming out of her mouth, and the way her chest moves. She's making you feel on fire. She finally stops and looks at you, her face inches away. "You're.." She stops smiling and then pushes your hair out of your face, "beautiful." She finishes. Butterflies fill you up. She looks down and then turns her body back toward the fire. Her hand is resting on her knee. You slowly inch your fingers close to hers. Your pinky touches hers. You don't dare to move further. She doesn't move her hand....

The bonfire was super fun! You and Seth spent a lot of time picking on each other and then him telling Leah he loves you. Embry was being rowdy as hell. Dude had the zoomies and fake punching you like an annoying little brother. Now, it's time to leave. You and Leah get in her truck. She let's you aux and you're scrolling through your Spotify, struggling to find a song.

"UGH! I'm going to complain to Spotify about you not being this week's hottest singles." You smirk and keep your eyes on the phone.

She breathes out and chuckles. "You're going to be the death of me, beautiful." She reaches over and touches your knee.

Oh. My. God. You're moving forward!!!!

The whole drive home, she kept her hand on your knee, gently rubbing with her thumb. Now you both walk inside. At this point, you're not sure what to do. You shut the door behind you and press your back against it, looking at her in shock.

She kicks off her shoes and raises an eyebrow at you. "Yes?"

"Did I win you over?" You ask, hopeful.

She smiles and looks down. "Maybe." She walks into her bedroom.

You follow her and watch her grab clothes to take a shower. She looks over at you with confusion. "You can take a picture." She snorts.

You shake your head, blushing. "I think I won you over."

She laughs. "Yes. Yes, you did." She walks past you, heading to the bathroom.

You usually stay over here a lot, so you just grab some of her clothes for when it's your turn to shower. Your heart is absolutely racing.

You sit on her bed, waiting for her to get out. Within twenty minutes, she's out. Her hair is wet, and she has on a baggy tee with shorts.

She crosses her arms and looks at you, "Okay, babe. What line you got now?"

You sit up, eyeing her in awe. "I had a pick-up line in mind, but I looked at you, and now I'm speechless."

She shakes her head before walking over to you. She hovers over you and grabs your chin, pulling your head back. "You're a nerd." She whispers before placing her lips on yours.

You're in shock, and the electricity is violent. You instantly kiss her back and wrap your fingers around her arm, not wanting to let go. Unfortunately, she pulls away and lays on the bed.

"Go shower." She smiles smugly.

[basu-shokikita]

Skwisblocked, a Klokllege fic

I really like @kaanagen's Klokllege AU about the boys going to college, so I decided to write a little one-shot based on Skwisgaar and Toki's dynamic in it. You can read the full post of her AU here!

Plot: Toki comes up with a bit of an unusual method to deal with his (seemingly) unrequited feelings for Skwisgaar.

As usual, full fic under the read more but you can also read it on ao3. Amazing art by Kaana also 🫶💖

As usual, they had the last shift at the antique shop, which means it was their job to close the thing down, leave the place tidy and make sure the door was locked so no accidental shoplifting happened. Again. Toki wasn’t looking to get fired, so he was extra cautious with the keys now.

By the corner of his eye, however, he noticed a girl standing outside. She had long brown hair, silver hoops and a denim jacket over her loose, airy dress. A customer that came too late?

“Um, sorries, we ams closed.” He told her.

“Oh, no, it’s okay.” She smiled. “I’m just waiting for someone.” Her eyes darted to the inside of the store before looking away.

Ah. 

Toki went back into the store and heard Skwisgaar whistling as he arranged the boxes behind the desk, totally unaware of the exchange that had transpired. Toki opened his mouth and then closed it, choosing to turn off the remaining lights instead.

He liked Skwisgaar. He really liked him. What was there not to like, anyway? Skwisgaar was handsome, cool and really talented at the guitar. Maybe he was sort of grumpy, but it only added to his aloof demeanor. So it wasn’t surprising to him at all that he was so popular with girls.

That didn’t mean he was happy about it. 

__

About five minutes later, they were coming out of the back of the store. As Skwisgaar dunked the plastic wrap on the trashcan, Toki dared to ask. “Anythings funs for tonights?”

Skwisgaar closed the trashcan and rubbed his hands together. “Sleeps.” He walked down the alleyway, with Toki following quickly. “What abouts you?” A sly smirk. “Hangs with the college bands nerds?”

Toki wanted to act offended, but he couldn’t hold back a smile. “Very funnies.”

“Ja, dats my second names.”

“Reallies?”

“...Noes.”

Toki hesitated for a moment. “Does you wants to eats-”

“Hi!” They had barely crossed to the pavement when the girl came running to them. Before any of them had time to react, she continued. “I came by the store earlier.” She bit down her bottom lip, glancing at Skwisgaar.

“Oh.” Skwisgaar grinned. “Finds somethingks whats you likes?”

She giggled and, if there was any doubt remaining in Toki’s mind about her intentions, it was completely gone now. “You free tonight?”

“Wells-”

“W-We ams abouts to goes eats a borgers!” Toki impulsively got in between them. “We ams really hungries after works.” He rubbed his belly dramatically to emphasize the statement. “Buts you cans come pals if you wants?”

The girl’s gaze alternated between the two of them with surprise. “Sure?” She said, kind of confused. 

Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow at Toki but said nothing. He wasn’t lying, he really did want to ask Skwisgaar to grab dinner together. And just because he didn’t manage to get the words out before she arrived, didn’t mean he had to give up.

Right?

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“Byes!” Toki bid his classmates farewell, before making his way for his next class. Although, checking his mail, he realized the professor had canceled the class that morning. Awesome, that meant he had time for a quick nap under the sun. Maybe pet some of the kitty cats in the grass. He was so grateful that this college allowed cats to lounge in the park, it was the perfect distraction on stressful days.

Merry on his way he was, when he spotted his other favorite distraction sitting at a nearby table. “Oh!” He raised his hand enthusiastically. “Skwisgaa-” But the word dropped out of his mouth when he realized Skwisgaar wasn’t alone.

Toki hid behind a bush as he spied on them. The girl sitting in front of Skwisgaar had blonde hair picked up in a high ponytail and rosy cheeks. She was wearing a white cardigan with a plain blue top underneath. Her auburn eyes seemed sweet and the way she stared at Skwisgaar was anything but platonic. 

Toki turned around and breathed in deeply, holding tightly onto his books. When he glanced at his books, an idea scoured his mind. 

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“Skwisgaar! Skwisgaar!” Toki ran towards, shouting his friend’s name.

“Toki?” Skwisgaar called his name in confusion, only to be flabbergasted when Toki dropped his books dramatically on the table. “Whats?!”

“You gotsa helps me!” Toki cried out, pointing at his books. “This financements class! It ams killings me!”

Skwisgaar clenched his jaw. “Tokes, ams in the middols of somet’inks right nows.” He glanced at his companion. “You knows?”

As if he hadn’t noticed her, Toki turned towards the girl. “Oh, Gods! Cans you helps me? I has a tests comings up and-”

“Toki!”

“Oh, it’s no big deal!” She smiled gently and Toki almost felt bad for crashing their date. “Are you guys friends?”

“Ja!”

“Noes!”

She laughed heartily, extending her hand to Toki. “I’m Jennifer, Skwisgaar’s classmate.”

Toki extended his hand back. “Ams Toki!”

“Well, Toki,” Jennifer said, inspecting his books. “I think I know a thing or two about finances.”

He smiled, amazed that his plan had worked. “Reallies?”

Skwisgaar, on the other hand, was completely baffled. And Toki? Toki felt ecstatic over his newfound power.

–

From then on it just kept happening.

Like when Toki was heading to the club and he found Skwisgaar and a short girl with curly red hair at the fountain. The sun was setting which made the location all the more attractive, with the golden reflection of the water bouncing back on their faces. They were dangerously close, with Skwisgaar holding her waist, whispering sweet nothings into her so Toki had to think fast. 

“No ways!” He pointed at the couple. “Skwisgaar, you dumpeds Jennifers?”

Whatever romantic mood there was, it completely dissipated as Skwisgaar turned towards him like he had seen a ghost. “Heugh?”

“Jennifer?” She took a step back. “Who’s Jennifer?”

“Jennifers!” Toki answered quickly. “The sweet girls Skwisgaars was goings out with de other days! Why you does that, Skwisgaars? She ams so nices!”

The red-head turned towards Skwisgaar and he put up his hands instantaneously. “Waits-”

“Asshole!” She slapped Skwisgaar right across the face. 

“Augh!” Skwisgaar rubbed the swollen cheek. 

“Wowee!” Toki was surprised by the sight but she glared at him with anger. “Um,” He tried to look for candy in his pocket, as she approached him. “Does you wants-”

She smacked him in the face. “You too!” She said and strode away.

“Yous cheatingks on yous boyfriends, too!” Skwisgaar yelled at her, still massaging his cheek. “Whats?!” He barked at Toki.

__

Or when he interrupted Skwisgaar’s meet-cute at the library by constantly asking the girl about bugs. 

Or when he surprised Skwisgaar and the girl he was evidently planning to sleep with by waiting at his dorm because it was ‘guitar night’ and played songs for her under Skwisgaar’s annoyed stare.

Or when he kept sending drinks ‘on the house’ for the girl Skwisgaar had come with, at the bar he also worked part-time at. He got fired soon after, though.

Or when he-

“Dats it! Ams done!” Skwisgaar screeched, pants entirely soaked because Toki dropped soda on him when he was asking Skwisgaar’s date about her hand-made skirt. She left while laughing at Skwisgaar, obviously. “What does you wants?!”

Toki feigned innocence. “What you means?”

“You ams been ruins kings my dates for weeks! Weeks, Toke! Can’ts remembers the last times I gets laids!”

Pride swelling in his chest, Toki tried not to smile. “I just wants to pals, Skwisgaar! And dese ladies ams so nice soez I can’ts helps it.” He looked down in pretense shame.

Skwisgaar squinted at him for far too long, and Toki feared he had seen his through motives. “...You wants a goils?” He asked.

This could be the moment. This could be it, when he finally admitted to Skwisgaar how he felt. In the american movies Toki had seen, this is when the confession would happen. And Skwisgaar would like him back, and they would be happy forever after.

“Uh, ja! I wants a goil…friends, haha…” He scratched the side of his face, laughing awkwardly. Reality wasn’t so perfect like those movies.

“Wells, den just says dats.” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. “I cans sets you up with somes goils. Just stops beingks dildos.”

“Haha, okays!” Toki agreed, slinging an arm around Skwisgaar’s. “Whats abouts a Marios Karts before works?”

Skwisgaar’s face was still severe, brows furrowed when he looked at Toki. However, his expression swifty softened. “Fines.”

“Hoorays!” Toki cheered, pulling his vintage console from his messenger bag. “Ams gonnas destroy yous!”

“Eugh, keeps dreamingks, littol dildo.” Skwisgaar said, though he was smirking. “Mademes Peaches and me ams a pretties good teams.”

“Yoshis and Tokes ams betters!” Toki countered, laughing too.

As they walked away, he wondered if he’d ever have the bravery to tell Skwisgaar the truth. If he’d ever had the courage to ruin what they had for a meek gamble. 

Perhaps one day, but definitely not this one.

[sideeve]

for da pookie @mordeiswrld

⇆ give dat boy a chance !🙏🏾 i don’t feel like he’s educated in other ethnic groups and cultures . but if he had the time to, he would know it all.

⇆ i don’t know about you, but i hate when white people touch my hair. so the first time you swat his hand away from your hair, he’d feel offended and almost hurt. are you upset with him? what did he do?

you had the bathroom door closed; the counter covered in product and a few combs. “babe! i like—really have to use the bathroom!” mike whines from outside the door. you’ve locked yourself in the bathroom since 8 AM. it’s now 11. “fine.” you grumble, opening the door. mike’s eyes widen in shock. not in a bad way, he was just surprised. “wow…i didn’t know you had so much hair…” his hand inches to your hair before you had the chance to slap it away. “no!” you slap his wrist, making him wince and retract his name. “ow! what was that for?!” he shakes his hand, trying to reduce some of the pain. “it’s not done yet.” you turn to the mirror, combing out a section. “well it looks beautiful. you should keep it out like that.” you smile, chuckling a bit. “you mean an afro?”

⇆ eventually, you let him touch your hair at least once. his eyes lit up like a child on christmas day. sometimes, he offers to wash and help keep your hair kempt. always asking if the water is too hot or cold or if he’s hurting you. we love an attentive bf

⇆ i think he fits the stereotype of no seasoning in his food whatsoever. just salt and pepper. now imagine if you gave him some jambalaya…you’d have this man dancing like this. and Abby—she’d beg you to be the cook. no more pizza and spaghetti😈

⇆ on the topic of food…this mf enjoys chitlins…disgusting, ik. but you dragged him and Abby to a cookout for the first time and it was an experience for him. his plate was full of every dish on the table. even your aunties dry as macaroni.

you watch in horror as mike picks up his fourth fork of chitlins, bringing it to his mouth. “what?” he asked. “don’t kiss me until you brush the fuck out of your teeth and disinfect your lips with a clorox wipe.”

[the-writerwoman]

So it took a lot of rewriting because I was really like “how the hell do I work this?” And I chose this scene. I tried my hardest with Gambits accent. Don’t come for me for it 😂

Anonymous asker, I hope you like it 😂

Shrek AU let’s gooooooo!!

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Wade slid down the rocky hillside of the volcano with a dramatic flourish, landing in a puff of dust and flashing a grin. Behind him, the dragon’s roar echoed faintly, an angry grumble following them.

“You did it! You rescued me! You’re amazing!” Wade clasped his hands together like a starstruck damsel, completely ignoring the sound of Gambit tumbling down the hill in a flailing mess of limbs.

“You’re wonderful. You’re—” Wade turned just in time to see Logan slide down the hill with all the grace of a rolling boulder, crashing into Gambit and sending them both sprawling into the dirt.

“A little unorthodox, I’ll admit,” Wade continued, his hands dropping to his side. “But the deed is done, and I am eternally in your debt!” He struck a melodramatic pose, only to pause when Gambit cleared his throat loudly.

The Cajun stood, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “An’ where would a brave knight be wit’out his noble companion, eh?” he drawled, flashing a crooked grin as he brushed himself off.

Wade smirked. “True, true. What’s a knight without his trusty sidekick-slash-human disaster?”

Gambit chuckled, nudging Logan’s arm. “You hear dat, mon ami? He knows quality when he see it.” Wade smiled with him and turned back to Logan standing up.

“Can I know the name of my rescuer?” He asked sweetly. Logan eyed him suspiciously. “It’s er…Logan.”

Wade smiled at that. “Sir, Logan,” he said with a practiced air. He cleared his throat and pulled out a white handkerchief from his forest green tunic and held it out. “I pray that you take this favour, as a token of my gratitude.”

Logan looked at it and plucked it from Prince Wade’s fingers. “Erm…thanks?” He wiped some of his face with it, soot smearing all over it before handing it back to Wade, who grimaced and took it before throwing it over his shoulder, plastering a happy look on again.

“The battle’s won,” Wade announced with a dramatic flourish, turning his sparkling smile to Logan. “Now, you may remove your helmet, good Sir Knight.”

Logan froze. “Uh… no.”

Wade’s smile faltered, his head tilting like a confused puppy. “Please? I’d like to gaze upon the rugged face of my rescuer.” He stepped closer, his hand reaching out for the helmet.

Logan took a step back, shaking his head. “Ain’t happening.”

Wade’s hands landed on his hips, his tone shifting to a pouty whine. “But how will you kiss me?”

Logan glanced at Gambit, his confusion plain. “Kissin’ wasn’t in the job description.”

Gambit shrugged, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Maybe it’s a perk?”

Wade looked between them, his frustration mounting, his sweet act dropping. “Come on! You two must know how this goes! Royalty gets rescued, there’s a sunset, some dramatic smooching, happily ever after. Do you guys even read fairy tales?”

Logan shrugged. “Yeah, no. Let’s just say I ain’t the fairytale type.”

“Type doesn’t matter!” Wade snapped, throwing his arms up. “You’re supposed to be my true love. That’s literally how this works. Now take off the stupid helmet!”

Gambit snorted, nudging Logan. “Oh-ho, hear dat? Prince here t’inks you’re his true love.”

Logan sigh as Gambit’s laughter grew louder. “You done?”

Wade huffed. “You don’t have to laugh at me, you know. It’s not like I’ve had a lot of entertainment locked in a tower for years. This is my moment!”

Logan grimaced under his helmet. “Trust me. The helmet’s better left on.”

“Take. It. Off,” Wade growled, stepping closer.

“No.”

“NOW!”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Fine. As you command, Your Highness.” Wade grinned as he watched Logan as he tugged the helmet off and threw it to the side, revealing his soot-streaked green skin and floppy ears, which sprang free with a faint thwap.

Wade stared, his face fading into something much less enthusiastic. “You’re… you’re an ogre?”

Logan crossed his arms. “What, were you expectin’ Prince Charming?”

“Well, yeah, actually!” Wade exclaimed, waving his hands. “This is all wrong! You’re not supposed to be an ogre!”

Logan scowled. “Count your blessings, princeling. I ain’t your intended. I’m just here to pick you up. Lord Creed of Duloc’s the one who wants to marry you.”

Wade frowned, crossing his arms. “Then why isn’t he here to rescue me? If he wants to marry me so badly, he can climb the stupid tower!”

Logan shrugged. “You can ask him when we get there.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” Wade declared, leaning back against a boulder. “If he wants me, he can come and get me himself.”

Logan sighed, his patience clearly running thin. “I don’t have time for this.”

Before Wade could react, Logan strode over, scooped him up like a sack of potatoes, and tossed him over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down! You can’t just haul people around like luggage! I’ll—”

“Don’t care,” Logan grunted, tuning him out as he started walking.

Gambit trailed behind, his laughter the sound sound besides Wade’s grumbling .

[femmmie]

Dan panics when Phil isn't at home.

I wrote this for @caff3inated-art for the @phandomgiftexchange. I hope you liked this!! It got a bit angstier than I intended but there is also lots of fluff <3

Dan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. It was way too bright, but he'd switched the damn light on himself. He groaned. Or was it more like a whine, uttered by a grown man but not sounding like it. The fifteen hours of Rebirth had done a number on his neck, back, "my pussy and my crack" he started to mumblesing a bit, squinting now. Slowly, Dan came back to life, "back to reality, back to the here and now". He made some more old man, or old twink noises and stretched.

"Phil?"

He didn't hear a reply. A sudden ball of stress formed in his chest.

"PHIL?"

He opened the door of the gaming room. More, unwelcome light flooded in. Dan waded through the sea of aggressive colors and sharpness and the illumination of it all. Where was his Phil...

He checked every room in the Phouse, he checked around the outside. He went to grab his phone, but his pockets were empty.

"Just my luck..."

He headed back to the gaming room, upended all cushions on the couch, found a couple of controllers but not his phone. He was breaking out in cold sweat.

"Where the FUCK is-", he put his hand on a side pocket of his baggy pants and felt the contours of his little doomscrolling device. He heaved a sigh and unlocked the wicked thing.

Dan: where are you?

Phil: getting Indian for after your sesh

Dan let out an enormous sigh. Still he felt winded. And weak in the knees, so he sat down where he'd been creasing the last majority of the day.

Dan: I was having a heart attack

Phil: did you defeat the heart

Dan: no I lost

Phil: Lost

Dan: Sawyer

Phil: sawyer looking at dat ass

Dan: bass

Dan put down his phone. He started to cry. He would never get used to these nervous breakdowns. He'd always had them, but now that his life was giving him so much grace and things were looking up, a deep fear had taken hold of poor old Dan.

"What if..." He would never allow himself to finish the sentence, but his body felt the dread nonetheless. As long as Phil was near, things were mostly okay. But still not quite. Falling off the stage on tour, almost bleeding to death in front of Dan at the hospital and Phil's mysterious vertigo didn't help, though.

Phil was SO dear to Dan. He knew it was too much, and yet, he couldn't help it at all. It physically hurts to love someone that much, especially if you are full of worry about them or are away from them even for a little bit.

Dan tried to distract himself by thinking about how hot Cloud looked on the PS5 but the highly poly face morphed into that Cumberbatchian beauty, deathly pale and real in all its glory, Phil's face. Phil's face.

Dan thought about wiping his tears but he couldn't move just yet. He closed his eyes, gently now.

"Phil is fine."

A deep breath.

"I am fine."

Another breath.

"We're so, fine..."

Dan heard the door. Finally, his body relaxed, and he opened his eyes. He felt exhausted and lay down, the lamp no longer bothering him. He stared right at it.

"Hey," Phil peaked around the corner. He recognized the situation immediately. "Can I sit?"

"Yeah." Dan beckoned him.

Phil gracefully strode across the room in seemingly one step and sat down. His phlonde hair immaculate, his cheeks rosy from the cold outside. His dumb lopsided smile stirring a primal need inside Dan to lock lips with this angelic creature that he loved and hated and loved.

"You okay?"

"Am now."

Phil's smile intensified. "That's good. Sorry I left without telling you, I presumed you were still at it."

"You presumed right, but all of a sudden I could just feel that you weren't there and..." Dan stared into the distance. He sighed.

Phil grabbed Dan's calf and squeezed in reassuringly. But Dan was incredibly ticklish so he reflexively and accidentally kicked Phil in his side.

"OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY" Dan sat up, horrified.

"It's okay," Phil croaked, visibly in pain.

"No, it's not okay, damn, why am I such an idiot?! Like you don't get hurt enough already?"

"What are you talking about?" Phil grinned a bit, still wincing.

"Phil, I... Jesus, come here, I'll rub the spot for you..." Dan put his large hands around Phil's small waist, examining the damage. Phil blushed a bit.

"Phil, I can't- it's like... I don't like seeing you get hurt. In any way. I hate it, even. And here I am, kicking you like some bloodthirsty maniac..."

Phil laughed but winced again.

"Bloodthirsty eh? I don't mind vampire role-play, you know that." Phil winked his stupid perfect dorky wink. It filled Dan with rage and adoration.

"Oh my god, Phil. I'm trying to be serious here..."

"Sorry." Phil put his arm around Dan. "I thought I'd distract you. You were in your mood."

"You did, and I was very much distracted," Dan snorted and leaned against Phil, burrowing his face in those icy colored locks. "Thank you."

Phil wiped Dan's adorable snout. "There. Wanna help me cook?"

"I mean," Dan was back on his bullshit, "I can't not help you because you're a very intelligent man but you have the motor skills of a toddler, and you'd set the kitchen on fire again."

"It wasn't on fire on fire," Phil protested, starting to laugh.

Dan got up but he had to sit back down.

"Ugh, I'm still feeling faint. Let's try that again. Could you- could you assist me?"

Phil gently helped Dan up and guided him to the kitchen, where he sat him down on a stool. He got him a cup of coffee for good measure, because caffeine strangely always seemed to calm Dan down.

Phil hated seeing Dan like this, though. He tried to remind himself that they'd come so far already. It had been so much worse in the past. All the nights he'd talked Dan back from wherever his panicking, tortured mind was driving him.

And the times when Dan shut down. Those were the worst. The emptiness in his stare had been incredibly scary for Phil. Because that wasn't how he knew his Dan.

"Want a cookie with that?"

"Yois."

"Hurr."

"Phunx. You're the best, Phil."

Phil's infatuation with the extremely pretty boy had made place for true love when he learned about Dan's deep, fiery emotions. There was so much more to him than his soft skin and sharp tongue. Dan cared about the world, about people and most of all, and wondrously, about Phil. And he cared fiercely and forcefully and uncontrollably. It was such a magnificent feeling to be on the receiving end of that love, Phil had never known anything like it. Dan didn’t only always have his back, he was his loudest cheerleader with anything Phil ever did. What had Phil done to deserve a love like this? The least he could do in return was to support Dan when he had an episode.

At least, now, they could talk about it.

"How do you feel?"

Dan attempted a brave smirk. "Hmpf, still faint but better. I don't think I'll be much help with cooking, though."

Phil put his hand on Dan's. "You can keep me company then."

Dan smiled weakly but sincerely.

Dan was so beautiful. Maybe more beautiful than before. His laugh lines were Phil's proudest achievements. His eternal bedroom eyes stoking a fire within Phil.

Phil was cooking, Dan doomscrolling and they listened to the FF soundtrack.

"This is nice."

Dan looked up. His posture was terrible but his smile was wide again.

"I'm back."

"Oh Dan!" Phil walked around the counter and gave Dan a big hug. Dan kissed him.

"I love you so much," he whispered in between kisses. "How are you this fucking beautiful, Dan? It's almost unfair." Dan knew he wasn't just talking about his looks. They both blushed.

"Phil, you're everything. The sun, the moon, my angel, my vampire. I am holding you, yet I want you closer. Closer, Phil.

And Phil held his Dan closer.

"Phil?"

"Yes?"

"Promise me something?"

"Of course, anything."

"Would you humor me... and never, ever die?"

Phil loosened the hug so he could look Dan in the eye.

"What's this about?"

"I always worry about you, Phil. And, if you'd promise me... maybe, I'd be less stressed?"

Tears formed in Phil's eyes.

"Dan, of course I promise. I have no plans of dying any time soon."

"You should never die." Dan said defiantly with just enough humor to reassure Phil this was in good fun, but the serious undertone was noted.

Phil recollected himself. "We could add cushions around the tour stage so when I fall off again it won't hurt."

"I love how you just admitted it will definitely happen again," Dan chuckled. He nuzzled Phil and they looked in each other's eyes. The kissed some more.

"Or I can wear a mech suit?"

"Is it bad that I really like your suggestions?"

"It isn't. You caring this much about me makes me want to be the most careful I can be."

"That means a lot."

Dan got up, his legs supporting him again. He took Phil's hand and walked them towards the bedroom.

"I'm going to show you just how much I care, Phil."

[the-morningstar-family]

How far until Alastor's due?

They stand in the kitchen, cooking with effortless synchronization, as they had never been separated. It's been a soft, nice quiet, one they'd sometimes fallen into when cooking.

Theadora: “So… What’s it like bein’ with the ol’ devil?”

Alastor stops short. Her tone is playful, not mad. Still, there's a bit of inquiry in her voice.

Alastor: “... It was certainly unexpected. Really, he is the first I have that sort of interest at all”

She stops her cutting, to look at him directly, he similarly stops. Her face is still soft, but serious now.

Theodora: “Is he treatin' you good, dear?”

They both deeply know what a horrible husband can do. Alastor takes her hands.

Alastor: “For being the devil, he is kinder than most men on earth. He is not without his faults, of course. But we truly love each other. I wish you would have had the same”

The angel pushes some hair out of her son's face, as if he's worth everything.

Theadora: “It's alright my dear”

Alastor, shaking his head: “It never was.”

She pulls him closer. The smell of her hair is the same as years ago. Tears are inevitable, here. And Theadora was never one to hide them away.

Theodora: “He sure seems sweet enough when he ain't puttin' on no show.”

Alastor, chuckling: “He is very bad at first impressions”

Though it hurts to let go, they have food to prepare. They continue cutting the ingredients.

Theodora: “I meant what I said. Y'all oughta really stick to a schedule, dear.”

Alastor, smiling: “You did always value that”

Theodora: “Fer a reason. Your little ones need rhythm. Let ‘em feel the world ain't unravelin’ around them. It sure helped ya when times was hard…”

Alastor: “I don't even remember a time where you didn't do that”

Theodora: “‘Course not. You was so young when I began dat…”

Time can ache. Of course he doesn't want to go back to then. Not with the world they lived in, not with the man they lived with. But he would love to capsule those lovely moments, where the both of them cooked, or played or just sat together in a warm embrace alone. With the rest of the universe locked outside.

Alastor: “We can try it, yes…”

Theodora: “Good. Now go on an' tell your mama, how far y'are with those buns in the oven?”

Alastor: “Twenty weeks”

His mother makes a sound of displeasure, putting her hands on her hips, looking like she's about to scold him.

Theodora: “An' you been sittin' like dat da whole time? Oh, I gonna show ya a thing or two!”

Alastor smirks bemused.

Alastor: “I am unsure if that's a threat or a an offer”

Theodora: “Don't get smart, sugar. It gonna be a threat if you keep dat up.”

To drive the point home, one of the babies makes an excellent kick into his ribs. He grimaces.

Theodora: “See? Dey already agree with me!”

Alastor: “Mhm, they Side with everyone but me”

Theodora: “Rub your belly in circles, gentle now. Might soothe 'em a bit.”

Alastor: “Yes, that is better”

And they cook. Because when the emotions are too high, that is what they've always done

[rusty-gloinks]

MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode

Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it. CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3

(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)

None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)

FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.

She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!

not to be fruity .but. yea

SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.

OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭

BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)

World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)

Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔

i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting

MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor

J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information

PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys

Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)

anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*

GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)

Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3

YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!

LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j

Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…

subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)

I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated

Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J

Blushys:)!

For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT

This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM

I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.

STP FIGHTING D:

BOTH VRY SCARY :(

Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍

Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).

Sigh., N was that you.

Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!

Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀

Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe

[casualgay-mer]

Keymaster appreciation post

There's something to be said about his initial design and I will say this something. We are taking the original game as an example, but will touch on the remaster too.

The design

How the fuck did Poki do it? How can you make a character that looks like an absolute dork AND kinda intimidating at the same time? I tell you how, but before that - let's examine these two faces.

Unfortunately, Poki clearly had a trouble with the Keymaster staying on model, I call the first version "squarey" (you can see this version of his face during the first dialogue and during KM wait in the truck) and the second's "long-ey" (you can see this one everywhere else) but I will say that I generally prefer the second version - the long face one.

Why? The look is a bit more human and not "I don't have no fucking eyelids", the eyebrows are so much prominent, which adds to the look, and the bang is a bit longer.

So what's so cool and actually funny about his design?

He combines two archetypes: a general creep (sick (not in a cool way) eye and skin colors (dude may wanna check his liver tho), an indication of sunken eyes, the stache) and a coolass emoboy (this fucking haircut, smug talk, drama). Like these two guys fused together:

Like dude what the fuck

Also his skin color is fucking sickening you know why? Ever tried to rub your skin along - say - shoulder? Ever got these partricles of dead skin? Have you ever saw what color does it get, when you accumulate it enough in your hand?

That's right! They are morbidly greay-ishly green. Exact hue of his skin. THE DUDE HAS SO MUCH DEAD SKIN - ppls kinda shed - ON HIS BOD IT MIGHT AS WELL BE 20% of his body weight.

The voice/s

Original VA for Keymaster goes for a top notch mix of freako and smug. He sounds both flirtatious and a biiit unstable, like a person who tries their best to hit you up but clearly haven't slept for like 3 days - the tone and mannerisms are all over the place, the voice itself is the perfect balance of semi-deep and whispery. I love this performance - it confuses you into whether or not can you trust the guy . An original performance and the one to be respected.

(sorry for the little snippet of another voice at the end - this let's player doesn't know how to shut up and I am too lazy to record it again from a different source)

Russian VA for Keymaster - who based his performance off the original one - DIDN'T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD?? Dat voice is deep as FUCK, thicc even, you can't call the voice "thicc" but this one just IS. The whispery part is gone absolutely, KM sounds kinda normal even, but holy shit did the VA turned it up to 100. This one is a favourite of mine, absolutely. I don't even give a shit about what he says, this is some ASMR shit. Absolute 0 wonder why he tricked most of russian let's players into actually trusting him. The only criticism I may ha

English VA went to the opposite direction of the spectrum, he went all fancy kind of dracula over the top performance, kinda like, WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY and while he does sound unhinged, there is no doubt he's a sicko actually. That, or just a theater kid. But no shame on this actor tho, just bc I don't really like this particular performance, doesn't mean it's TERRIBLE ok?

Basicly I made a chart:

Go with your preference of choice, my dudes.

The personality and motives

Holy fucking shit so hear me out.

I don't like him around the fact that he's a flity pretty possible serial killer.

I like him for the fact of being RESENTFUL about it, possibly hating it about himself.

When he killed the pastor it clearly was made on impulse, and he hated it so much that he locked himself - and therefore Edna - up. Despite the smarts he's clearly impulsive in nature - like getting off to drive a Dr's car ABSOLUTELY NOT KNOWING HOW TO and ONLY THINKING AFTER THE FACT, there is like nothing going on in this head.

I am not excusing the guy's actions, but there is a big chance he just went a full on Sam Gordon just with no curse involved.

...

HOLY SHIT IS KEY MASTER A BLACK MIRROR REFERENCE

THE FIVE KEYS SAM HAS TO FIND, THE SURROUNDINGS, THE "OOPS FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL PPL I HAVE ISSUES I HATE MYSELF *commits a sewer side*" AND THE LOOKS?

Okay I am just overthinking it at this point. BUUUT THIS GAME WAS MADE IN GOOD OLD 2003 AND PRETTY BELOVED IN GERMANY AND WE HAVE WALKING REFERENCES LIKE PROFESSOR NOK SOOOOOOOO

...

So anyways.

The conculsion

Key Master is great not because he's your stereotypical mass murderer POS. There is a lot of unpack and a lot of empathy to be felt if you try to think on how come he ended up the way he did.

He actively hates himself and doesn't enjoy the way he is which is - unfortunately - preeeetty much deserved.

I will write more abt the dude later - especially on my fav theory that says he's not real