#and idk. the quality of matches has just been fine

[fritzes]

kinda feel like I haven't been enjoying tennis as much lately :/

[stacy-fakename]

Rat Grinders:Don’t do anything to the Bad Kids until antagonized, and it’s later revealed that their bad actions were a result of being groomed by one of their teachers for years and then murdered and possessed.

Intrepid Heroes:Fuck you, sending you to hell and you can’t be revived.

[sugurizz]

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 +𝟏𝟖 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ── Bby Boo Joo is a M E N A C E but I know a lot of us noticed him being all soft and tender (like 1% of the time) but oh well, I can work with that 💪🏼. So here’s some of the ways Jaekyung expresses his…feelings? Ig. kinda his love language.. in a way 💕…

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐊.

Also thanks for the inspo and sorry ik this ask was sent long ago 🤧. U can call me Hana but I’ve been thinking about Yuna as a new alias…idk.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: established relationship, Physiotherapist F! Reader, shared house, implied power dynamics, hints at sex/ SEXUAL content.

Living in Jaekyung’s penthouse sure made life easier for both of you. It slowly aquainted you to each other, bodies and minds. You slowly got used to his mannerisms, little habits and his little pet-peeves. The sense of pride it gave you to feel like you knew him more than anybody else sure gave you a tiny ego boost. especially him desiring you whenever his body needs it…

♥︎──♥︎ He checks on you randomly. Casually pretending to walk by your room and just making sure you’re there. He does it almost whenever he’s home with you. Sometimes getting a bit sly with it so you don’t really notice him. But you slowly learned it was his way of checking up on you, making sure you’re around him -you know- just in case…

♥︎──♥︎ He hates you not being home, especially when he’s back from overtime training. Whenever he’s feeling stressed, uneasy or just in a sour mood, he’d rather you be around him or at least somewhere he knows.

He made it obvious the one day you were away til a late hour at night. He came home from his evening workout, didn’t find you there and instantly texted you.

‘I’m home. need you to check on my shoulder.’

♥︎──♥︎ He always complains about his feather-light sleep, but snoozes like a baby whenever you’re in his bed. The nights before his matches are surprisingly best for him. He gets the best sleeping quality after he pounds the juices out your poor pussy. He wakes up before you for sure, but his cute disheveled morning hairs are sure proof of a healthy healthy nap.

♥︎──♥︎ He likes it better when you make the food. His cocky ass always claims he’s fine making it himself but eats twice the amount whenever it’s you cooking his meals. He’d pretend he’s tired and not in the mood whenever he craves your cooking cause…his ass can’t simply ask for something lol. Yet he gets all giddy and blushy when his fav smoked eel dish is ready.

♥︎──♥︎ He hates to see you in any pain. Always saying it’s just for himself though…You know, just because he wants you always safe and ready to keep him in peak condition. and NOT because he actually cares or anything.

Yet why does he still gets annoyed at you getting the slightest scratch? He frowns when he notices you wearing band-aids, having a bruise or even some random shallow cuts on your hands and he’d instantly grab your arm, staring into your eyes and asking you how’d you get the injury.

♥︎──♥︎ He likes randomly noticing you…*ahem* underclothed. booty shorts definitely trigger his inner perv. He stares at your ass when you’re standing in the bathroom, doing your skincare freshly out of a quick nighty shower. So damn shameless when he stares. Almost undressing you with the raven eyes and thick lashes. So annoying…

You usually end up taking another shower that same night, only with his thick cum flowing down your thigh the second time :3

♥︎──♥︎ He can sense whenever you’re feeling down…IRONICALLY? Sounds like a joke with Jaekyung being the dick he is LOL but trust me on this one.

He almost has a sixth sense whenever you’re sad, scared, stressed out or just if something inconvenient happens to you in general. He’d never admit it -obviously- but it bugs him if he ever caught you teary-eyed. It gets him uneasy and you can tell when his mood sometimes matches yours..

Uhhh smells like love in here *insert Jaekyung stuffing his nose with toilet paper scraps*

♥︎──♥︎ He hates when you struggle to do something by yourself instead of asking him for help. (paying bills, dealing with packages, paperwork etc…) Says they’re just ‘bs problems’ and he can solve them for you much quicker and better than you could. He’d do it himself or even pays someone to do it instead.

Besides, he’s not kidding when he says he wants all your focus on him so he’d rather everything around you gets taken care of just so you can be there for him at all times.

♥︎──♥︎ He doesn’t mind your outside life but would definitely notice when you’re all cute and dolled-up for some reason.

It’s not only about the dolly looks to be fair. He’d bend you over the kitchen counter in your stained apron and fuck you dumb or suck your tits in your goofy pattern pjs on one of his long sleepless nights…

But the time he notices you spraying your cherry fragance in the bathroom, your perky breasts sticking shyly through your dress and a shiny jewel dangling from your ankle bracelet always gets him tight in his boxers.

He walks in with his glossy eyes, same naugthy grin you see when he’s in that mood..

‘Tomorrow’s my back check-up. Better not be late.’ He steps behind you, arms lazily crossed above his chest.

You nodded and made your way through the entrance, catching a honeyed voice behind you.

‘Hey Doc. I’ll drop you by'...

…His white McLaren got you there way ahead of time. so ahead that you ended up clawing at the door close to you, the little ankle bracelet jiggling over Jaekyung’s back and your shaky arms wrapped shut around his shoulders. Begging him to let you cum in fear of missing on your little night out...

[just-some-random-blogger]

Visenya | 1

Part 2

He snorts though his jaw tightens, "stupid little girl," he tilts his head and puts his hands in his pockets, "I wanted you before you were any of this."

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Gwayne Hightower | 4k+ | cw: fem!reader, modern au, stripper!reader, power imbalance, age gap, slow burn?, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this pairing was voted on but the plot was inspired by anora cuz damn it got me thinking about fics I've read that are better than that film. i said this was gonna be a mini series (i wanted it to have 3 parts) but it feels so much like a train wreck idk fam, so pls if you like this please leave a comment/reblog cuz 🧍‍♀️ what even is this. Edit: nah this slaps

You were no stranger to attention; you had no choice, as it sought you out with a vengeance. For a while, attention was your enemy, a flame you so badly tried to put out, it left your fingertips charred. Now, attention was your comrade, a match you purposely dropped in the woods, the wildfire that warmed your eternal winter.

Once upon a time, you felt your face burn in shame and embarrassment. Once upon a time, you pretended to be completely distracted by the design of your textbook and the music from your earphones, though it was not really the case. Now, you took up space and stared back to whomever did. Now, you made them uncomfortable by being more than a rumor, a reputation, a name.

And for every self-righteous woman in your college that had shit to say about your night job, for every man-child who made it a point to make cheap porno noises whenever you passed them by, you got yourself a new customer, eager to find out about the name on everyone's lips: Visenya.

"I clocked some guys come in for you, V," Mysaria says as she fixes her lipstick. She can't really; the dressing room lights are so dim and purple. It doesn't matter either, cause the entirety of Mockingbird is poorly lit and none of its patrons care for the quality of makeup when ass and tits begin to jiggle. It does matter to her; Mysaria has perfect lipstick every night.

You pull your jeans down, unashamed to change in front of the other dozen girls in the room, having been both so accustomed to both their company and being half-dressed, "oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," she turns to you, "all pretty with suits and ties."

You adjust your cotton underwear, which did you no favors, and slip on your tiny booty shorts. You put on your ulta-glittery, backless micro dress and upon adjusting it on your body, you remember you hadn't shaved your armpits. You check your pits in the mirror and quickly wave yourself off, "it's fine."

Another girl groans, "maybe I should stop shaving too."

You chortle at the sentiment.

"Maybe then the creeps with the big bucks will come to my stall after Visenya over here is done robbing them blind," she chirps, slapping your ass before walking out.

You, as well as the rest, giggle at the thought. You grab your bald cap and begin to fix your hair, calling out to the woman who just left, "I'll send you a creep if you think you can handle one, baby girl!"

You walk towards the mirror, squeezing in beside Mysaria. You continue your conversation, "is he rich?"

The dark haired woman watches you as you expertly put on your silver wig. Pride blossoms in her chest as, once upon a time, it was she who fitted fake hair onto your head as you sobbed over the difficulties of this job. She crosses her arms, tilting he head at you, "very. Sports car, penthouse, granddaddy's money rich."

You fix your lace front and grab the hairspray in your bag, "how you manage to tell all that from how they dress still manages to astound me."

Mysaria smiles as she watches you spray your wig down. You let it dry a bit before wrapping your hairline with your satin band. She watches you put on your makeup. You do it so quickly, it felt haphazard, though it was anything but. She taught you better than to do things like that.

You look at her after you put on your lip gloss. As you smack your lips, you find yourself knitting your brows at her smile, "what? Is it bad?"

Mysaria shakes her head, placing her hands on your shoulders, "no." She affectionately pushes your fake silver hair back, "I'm just so proud of you."

The thought makes you pout.

"I'm so," she clutches your cheeks, "so proud of you," her eyes water, "for persisting. For not taking shit from anyone. For busting your ass off," she takes your chin, "for you."

Your eyes begin to water, "Mysaria."

"You're gonna do what most girls here can't," her breath begins to shake, "I'm both so happy and so sad that you'll be leaving us soon."

You pull her into a tight hug as the rest of the girls in the room coo at your exchange. One of them groans and chucks her mascara on to the table, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BITCHES ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY BEFORE MY SHIFT!"

You and Mysaria chuckle as you break away. Someone offers her a tissue and she grabs it, muttering a soft, "fuck you, V," to you before leaving the room.

You affectionately call out to her, and just then, Littlefinger walks in. Your boss claps his hands before shimmying over, "there she is."

You chuckle as takes you by the hand and spins you around.

"My Visenya, in all her glory" he looks you once over, "armpit hair and all."

You roll your eyes at his remark and pull your hand away mm, "I'm not shaving."

"No!" he shakes his head as he places his hands on his chest, "I would never ask you to do anything you don't want, my queen."

You turn to Mysaria, who promptly rolls her eyes.

"Especially not when you rake in as much money as you do," he grins.

Mysaria rolls her eyes one last time, giving you a final look before walking off. Littlefinger eyes her as she leaves, "go make me some money, baby girl."

"Don't tell me what to do, Petyr."

He chuckles as he turns back to you, "I love it when she calls my name."

You shoot him a look.

"Anyway," he claps his hands, "I have 3 rich assholes in VIP for you and Sandor on standby."

You strap on your thigh garters and heels.

"They're already half drunk and obnoxious, so make sure to make their life a living hell."

You grin, undoing the satin band on your wig, chucking it into your duffel, "with pleasure."

In truth, you don't know why you were so surprised to see the clientele in VIP. You should have known the moment Littlefinger said asshole, he meant your most generous regular: tall, blonde, and trust-fund.

"Konīr issa," a familiar baritone called, making his friends cheer, "Dāria Visenya," he raised a glass, "Tala Zaldrīzoti."

He wasn't an asshole per se, just a cocky rich guy that's very much full of himself and needs an attitude check. It's easier to just call him an asshole though.

You stalk over to the three men, eyes locked on the one with hair as fair as yours. You place your hands on your hips once you're in front of him. The man leans back and spreads his thighs, a stupid open mouthed half-grin on his face.

His friends holler like teenagers when you step your 6-inch heel on his lap. You lean forward, "you gonna translate that for me, honey?"

He gulps and grits his teeth, grin not wavering once.

"Woahhhh, Daemon," his friend yells, "you gonna let this hooker bitch talk to you like that?"

The same man yells again, only this time it's because you kick him back and dig your heel into his, making sure it hurts, "you wanna say that to my face, little boy?"

Daemon's eyes are on your leg. He so badly wants to touch you.

He yelps and tries to push your foot away, but you pull away before he can touch you.

You click your tongue, "someone clearly didn't listen to Sandor's briefing."

"Fuck you, you psycho-"

"And that's strike three," you raise a finger and turn to the door, "Sandor!"

Not a second later, a hulking man walks in, rolling his neck and shoulders back. His eyes are on you, and you merely point your finger to the man beside Daemon. Without a word, Sandor grabs him by the collar and forces him to his feet.

"W- get your fucking hands off me," he swats Sandor's hands off him.

Sandor glares, "you get three warnings from her and one big one from me. Get the fuck out of here."

He brushes his suit jacket off and combs through his hair, "I paid 500 to see this stripper shake her ass."

Sandor's face curls and so does yours. You raise your brows, "you paid for the Visenya Experience and your idiocy has led your experience to be getting thrown out by her Hound."

The man scoffs, "listen, sweet cheeks, I'm not fucking-"

Sandor shuts him up by punching him in the belly. The man lurches forward, not a morsel of fight left in him as he's dragged off. You grin and wave goodbye, "thank you, Sandor."

He nods, "you're welcome, V."

You turn back to Daemon and his remaining friend when the door closes. You cross your arms and walk over to the latter, "did that scare you, kitty?"

The man turns to Daemon but Daemon's eyes are locked on you, watching intently as you rest your knee on his friend's instead of his. He breathes heavily as when you turn to him.

"What's this one called?"

Daemon immediately answers, "Robb."

"Robb," you turn to the said man, reaching for his face. You see him anticipate your touch, which is why you pull away with a lopsided smile. You walk off to the poll in front of you, "I asked you a question, Robb."

Both men watch you as you walk around the poll.

Robb examines the shape of your legs, "...no."

Daemon counts the steps you take, as by now, he knows your routine by heart.

"Good," you stop in your tracks, "what about you, Daemon. You owe me a translation."

Daemon licks his lips. He wonders what punishment you'll have for him if he disobeys, but he'd rather not have you on your bad side today, not when this would be the last time he'd see you. He translates the words he spoke in High Valyrian, "there she is, Queen Visenya. Daughter of Dragons."

You tilt your head, "cute."

Robb gasps when you continue your routine. He'd seen pole dancing before, but what you just did was not something he'd ever seen before. You dip and spin and twirl so effortlessly; you've done this dance so many times you don't break a sweat. Daemon shifts in his seat and tilts his head in anticipation for his favorite move.

You climb up the poll and invert into an Eros position, slowly dropping down to your hands before doing a forward walk over.

Daemon huffs as you flip your hair back. He pulls out a thick fold of cash and looks at you expectantly. You smile and beckon him over.

He immediately drops to his knees and crawls towards you. His hands brush up and down your thigh until it's as warm as his palms, and then he takes his time hooking each bill into one of your thigh garters.

You turn to Robb and tilt your head, "my other thigh is cold, kitty cat."

Robb jumps off his seat and pulls out his wallet, garnering your other garter with all the cash he had at hand.

The two extended their session until Mockingbird's closing time, and when that came around, Sandor had to get involved because neither refused to leave.

Robb is now shirtless and drunk out of his mind; you have to hand him his dress shirt and suit jacket as he's pulled by the arm amidst his begging, "no wait, please— save me a dance tomorrow. You have to let me-"

"She doesn't owe you shit," Sandor grunts, shoving him out the room.

You smile and wave at him.

"B- wai- why does Daemon get to stay?!"

You turn to Daemon, who's lingering beside you. His jaw length hair is tousled, and the first four buttons of his shirt is undone. Though he had about as much to drink as Robb, you could tell from the focus of his lilac eyes, he wasn't drunk at all. You shrug and purse your lips, "yeah... why do you get to stay?"

Daemon eyes your body, "because my queen lets me."

Sandor manages to muscle Robb out, who huffs defeatedly outside VIP. The tall man then turns to you, asking plainly, "in or out, V?"

You smile at Daemon and turn to Sandor, "in. Give me 5."

With that, Sandor nods and closes the door.

Now that it's just you and him, the air is different. Your heart races when Daemon circles behind you and brushes your hair back. You feel your breathing as he leans close, so close that the tip of his nose brushes against the shell if your ear, "lift your hair for me."

You feel your skin prickle at his hot breath. You suck in a deep breath before doing what you're told. The air is completely different.

He brings his arms over and around you, and soon, you feel a brush of a cold metal on your burning skin.

"Happy graduation."

You drop your hair and look down at your décolletage. You brush your hands against the small, shimmering diamonds before turning around, "stalker."

Daemon drinks you in. He imagines what you would look like in a floor length dress under normal lights. He is pleased by how you inspect your reflection in the mirror, "it suits you."

You turn back to him, "how do you know about my graduation?"

"Mmm, a smart girl like you refusing to schedule more dances with me?" he clicks his tongue, "something clearly made you think you're too good for my money now."

You chuckle and cross your arms.

"Between you and me," he pulls out a bill, "the paper you get from me is better than the one you're gonna get from your kindergarten."

You roll your eyes at him but gladly take the money, "some of us don't want to live at the mercy of sleazy men's paper."

He snorts and puts his hands in his pockets, "we're all at the mercy of some sleazy man's paper, doll face."

"At least I don't have to walk around every night feeling like a piece of meat."

He does not reply. There's nothing he can say to that.

You stare at each other for a moment before moving to unclasp your necklace.

"No," he raises a hand, "it's a gift."

"You know I only take cash, Daemon."

"It's worth more than everything I've paid you tonight," he motions, "if you really don't want to keep it, go pawn it or something. Buy yourself a car or pay a few months of rent with it."

Just as you remove the necklace, he steps back and tilts his head at you.

You stare back at him, holding the necklace up.

"It spells out Visenya, you know," he points to each dangling stone, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

"Cute."

"I would have spelled it out after your real name, had I known it."

You shrug, "you should probably just go find a real Visenya then."

"Or, I can just make you another one once you tell me your-"

"Daemon-"

"It's your last night. When will I ever get to see you again?"

"Hopefully," you shake your arm for emphasis, "never."

He raises his brows, "please?"

"If you don't take this necklace, I'll never tell you."

"So... you'll keep it if I don't get your name?"

Your brows quirk.

You both stare at each other until the door flies open. Sandor cocks his head to the side, "come on, blondie. Time's up."

You turn to Sandor, but Daemon's eyes remain on you. When you look back at him, his hand is out for a handshake. For a split second, you think of shoving the necklace into his palm, but you decide against it.

His hand is as warm as it always is when you take it. Your breath hitches when he leans it and presses a kiss at the back of your hand. His eyes remain on you until he pulls away, "till we meet again, my queen."

Sandor gives him a twisted look as he walks away, but you, you watch him intently as he walks down the hall. The former scoffs, "fucking jackass."

So, no, you weren't a stranger to attention at all. It was exactly that, your ability to attract attention and manage it under your thumb that you found yourself where you were today, soaking in all the attention in this gala, only to shrug it off your shoulders.

You cared little for the attention offered in this place anyway. It's not like any of it was genuine.

"Sorry I took so long, my love."

You barely manage to turn before you feel a kiss on your lips. Your eyes widen at the lipstick stain left on his face as he pulls away, "Gwayne! I'm wearing red."

Gwayne places a hand in your waist, bringing you close to him, "mmm, yes. I'm not colorblind, my dear."

His pale blue eyes rove over the form of your red of your dress as you rub off the red lipstick on his mouth. You raise a brow, "I take that it went well."

He groans and leans into your neck, "must I talk about work with my wife as well?"

Wife. The word makes you smile, and you do, but you still push him away, "I'm not your wife, Mr. Hightower."

"Mmm," he takes your hand and rubs your knuckles with his thumb, completely focused on the feel of your skin rather than the large marquise-shaped emerald on your ring finger that he proposed to you with, "count your days. You will only be able to tease me with this for so long."

Your laugh is cut short by the feel of his lips on yours. You push him away again, and this time, the mark on his mouth is so big, you are concerned by how your own mouth looks, "Gwayne!"

He chases after your lips, stealing another kiss. When you push him away this time, you break away all together, quickly covering your mouth, knowing red was smeared all over. He does not flinch when you swat his arm, nor when you pull out the handkerchief from his breast pocket as you instruct him to wipe the mess off his face.

He does just that as he watches you run off to the ladies' room with a hand hovering your face. He cannot wait to marry you.

The moment you're in the bathroom, you make a beeline for a tissue dispenser and walk towards the mirror. You were glad he didn't do so much damage that you'd have to use makeup to fix it. You wipe red off the edges of your lips and on your chin, then inspect the rest of your body. After looking yourself once over, you chuck the used tissue into the bin and head out.

You stop in your tracks when you see Alicent and two of her friends at the door. Their conversation runs dry when they see you. You press your lips into a soft smile, rubbing your hands together as you walk past them.

The moment you do, they break into loud laughs, and you pointedly hear Alicent say, "no, I know, it's embarrassing."

You shake your head, telling yourself not to think about her as you go back to Gwayne. The only problem was, he was no longer where you had left him, and you quickly figured he was probably pulled by the collar into another conversation with some rich old man who wanted to absorb him into his company.

You decide to simply wait for him in the same spot, completely turned off by the idea of joining in a conversation with rich old men.

Suddenly, your ears ring at the name you hear. Of course, it wasn't your name, so you ignore it.

But there it is again: Visenya. You swear you even recognize the voice.

"V!"

The call was so loud, you had to look.

Your brows raise and your lips part. The man who had been so eager to run to you now grows laggardly, in disbelief it was actually you.

In truth, you had never seen him in proper light, but there was no mistaking his blonde hair or his violet eyes. He stops a few paces from you and he's unmistakable as he sighs. You take in his suit and the shorter cut of his hair. He takes in your floor length dress.

"You know," he chuckles softly, "I've only ever dreamed of seeing you like this."

You raise your brows and tilt your head, "sorry, do I know you?"

He laughs. Loud. He clutches his belly and steps forward, "her majesty forgets the face of her subjects too quickly."

You chortle and turn away, shaking your head at his ridiculousness.

Unlike you, he does not stifle his laughter. "Konīr issa, Dāria Visenya, Tala Zaldrīzoti."

You hum and cross your arms. You purse your lips, "you gonna translate that for me... old man?"

Oh, he's missed this. He chuckles, "I assure you," he takes another step, "I am just as capable, if not more, in my age now than years ago."

"Capable," you pull your head back, "of what?"

"Everything."

You chuckle dryly, "you haven't changed a bit, haven't you?"

"No, but you-" he reaches a hand out, "-clearly have."

You ignore his hand in lieu of rubbing your chest and pouting at him, "don't worry. It's never too late for some change. I mean," you point, "you managed to get a haircut."

He chuckles, brushing his hair back as he stares at your décolletage, "and you managed to lose my necklace."

"Ha... an odd response."

"Is it, when you bare neck is begging for my diamonds," he raises a finger, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

Your forehead curls, "baby's first-time spelling?"

"Baby?" he excitedly chuckles, "if we're talking about babies, I-"

"For gods' sake, Daemon."

You step back as Gwayne comes between you both.

"I turn around for one second, then the next you're here, sticking your nose into my business."

Daemon scowls, "this is literally none of your business, Hightower."

"Oh," he chuckles dryly, "I do beg to differ."

You can see his face begin to turn as red as his hair, "Gwayne-"

"No," Daemon laughs, "you work for him?"

Your lips curl at his words, "no." Gwayne looks between the two of you as you say, "I'm his partner."

"O h !" the blonde gasps exaggeratedly, raising his hands, "pardon me for the semantics."

"No, as in we're going to get married, Daemon," you blurt, showing him the back of your hand.

Daemon's entire expression drops at the sight of your ring.

This put Gwayne all the more on edge. He pulls a pinched expression as he asks you, "time out. You two know each other?"

"Unfortunately," you retort.

Daemon scoffs. He clenches his jaw and raises his brows, "why don't you ask her how we know each other, Gwayne."

You give Daemon a look.

"While you're at it, why don't you ask her about her old pal, Visenya."

"Visenya?" Gwayne repeats, turning to Daemon.

"Yes, Visenya," Daemon sneers at him, though his eyes remain on you, "go on, ask her!"

Your face twists at his expression.

"And what makes you think I wouldn't already know about her?" Gwayne snaps.

Daemon finally looks at Gwayne.

His shoulders are tense, and his face is hard, "or that I would ever be baited by someone as degenerate as you?"

"Alright," you grab Gwayne's arm, "that's enough."

"What do you know about Visenya?" Daemon asks, like a wronged child.

"I know that if you every try to hang this over her head, I will make sure you never be able to work in-"

"I said that's enough, Gwayne," you cut him off, pulling him away from Daemon.

Gwayne's nostrils flare as he turns to you. He clenches and unclenches his jaw as his chest heaves. You shake your head. He speaks out your name.

The sound of it makes Daemon tense and his belly churn.

You clutch Gwayne's cheeks and offer him a reassuring look. Without a word, the two of you walk off, intent on going home. Daemon does nothing, can do nothing but stand there, watching you as he tests the sound of your name in his mouth, over and over again under his breath.

[februarybluues]

idk if this is where I put requests I'm new to Tumblr 😭 but like I had an idea 🤓☝🏾can you write a story where the reader takes hobie roller skating and has to teach him because he's so horrible at it pleaseee

-M

i love this idea so much u have no idea . really hope i did it justice.

Roller-date.

warnings: cursing, gn reader, awful british, clumsy ass hobie

look at him guys omg he's so drools

Although he insisted that he’d rather spend time with you at his house, you weren’t listening. You had your eye on the new roller-skating rink that opened up recently and you instantly knew you wanted to go. He was very much against the idea at first; ‘Capitalistic ideations’ and what-not. “We can just get our own skates ‘n go ‘round town. We don’t need’a spend money.”, he’d say, but you countered with “It’ll be fun! Don’t you want to spend quality time together? It’ll be like a fun roller-date!” you smiled at him, and he found himself sighing with defeat. How could he possibly say no to you? “Fine. Just this once.” 

And that’s how he ended up here; sitting down next to you on a bench - inside the rink, bright pink roller skates in his hands. “You sure they didn’t ‘ave any other colours?” he asked you, looking down to see you tying the laces on your skates – which matched his. “Nope. But, it’s too late now!” you giggled, and he groaned; definitely regretting his agreement to come in the first place, but at least you were happy. Once you finished putting your rollerskates on, you looked back to him and smiled. You quickly made eye contact, as he had admittedly been staring at you the entire time. “Are you gonna tie your laces or do you need me to do that for you?” you teased, effectively snapping him out of his thoughts. He rolled his eyes at you, before tying his laces. It was hilarious; his punk style clashed with the bright pink roller skates in a way that made you struggle to contain your laughter. “What’s so funny?” he asked you. You cleared your throat. “Nothing.” you muttered, still staring at his skates. You didn’t see the small smile plastered on his face. “Come on then.” he said, and you finally looked back up at him. “You ready?” you asked him, and he nodded. You stood up; careful to not fall over. He stayed on the bench, which made you quirk your eyebrow at him, confused. “Hobe? Are you alright?” you asked him, taking note of how he awkwardly sat there. He nodded at you; the once cocky smirk on his face was replaced with a subtle look of embarrassment. But he played it off well. “Fine. ‘M fine.” he said. “Then come on. Let’s get in the rink!” you smiled, and he scrambled to get up. At first, he opted for the ‘no-hands approach’; Attempting to stand up without his hands, to impress you. – which failed horribly. He slipped and landed back on the bench. Then, he tried to hold onto the arm of the bench to pull him up. It worked for a bit, but just as he finally stood up, his knees shook and he lost his balance, falling back onto the bench. You laughed quietly at his struggling, amused at the scene in front of you. “Hobie, can you not skate?” you asked him, genuinely. “Maybe I can’t. So what?” he didn’t look at you as he spoke. His lips were pouted and his brows were crossed with subtle anger and maybe a slight bit of embarrassment. You laughed, the situation was now making much more sense. The reason he didn’t want to skate was because he didn’t know how to! He scoffed at you, crossing his arms like an angry toddler. “I’m sorry- here.” you tried to stop laughing, and held your hand out to him, pulling him up as he grabbed onto it. It took him a minute to get his balance, but once he did he felt like the king of the world. “Want me to teach you how to skate?” you offered, smiling sweetly. “I’d love tha', doll.” he raised your hand to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it. “Firstly, let’s get in the rink.” you stated, slowly beginning to step towards it. A hand latched onto your arm before you could do so. “Wait! Don’t jus’ leave me ‘ere!” he all-but-shouted, clinging onto your arm. You laughed again at that. “Here. Just take tiny steps. Sort of like waddling- like a penguin.” you instructed, before demonstrating it to him. He copied your movements, before tripping over his own feet. You caught him before he hit the ground, pulling him back up. “Be patient with it. It’s not a race.” you said, slowly shuffling once again. After a while, he seemed to get the hang of things. And finally, you reached the rink. “Okay, this is going to be a lot slippier than the carpet, so be careful.” you warned him, before stepping into the rink. He nodded, slowly shuffling in. You were right. It was a lot more difficult to keep his balance, and he stumbled around quite a lot. - almost falling more than once. But eventually he did regain his balance. “This is easy.” he commented, growing a lot more confident. You let out a small laugh, before warning him again. “Don’t get too cocky. You’re gonna end up jinxing yourself.” He didn’t listen, holding onto the wall of the rink and using it to hold himself up.

You moved around, skating in semi-circles around him. He just looked at you as if you were a professional. “‘How are you doin’ tha’?” he asked. “Oh it’s easy! You just gotta push with your legs. - not too hard. But gently just push.” You instructed, giving him a demonstration as you spoke. You slowly skated around him, and he took multiple mental notes on what you were doing. The place wasn’t crowded, but it definitely wasn’t empty. There were a decent amount of people around the both of you. “Did that make sense?” you stopped in front of him. He nodded. “Like this?” he pushed his left foot backwards, and very slowly inched forward; still clinging onto the wall for dear life. “Uhh.. you’re getting there?” he scoffed at you. “Knew this was a bad idea.” he muttered almost inaudibly, but you heard it. “Hey! Once you get the hang of things I’m sure it’ll be fun. Stop being so negative.” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he playfully rolled his eyes.

You spent a while giving him a bunch of pointers and tips on how to skate, how to stop, and all of the basics. He just looked so lost the entire time. He listened intently, and asked some questions – which was very unlike him. When you commented on his sudden change in behaviour, he responded with “Jus’ wanna make sure you ‘ave fun. Teachin’ me all this isn’t all tha’ delightful, eh?” it was sweet of him, and it truly made your heart smile.

After around 20 minutes, you spoke up. “That’s pretty much all you need to know. Are you ready to try it out properly now?” “Prepare to be amazed,” he said, and you laughed. “By all means, show me what you’ve got.” he obliged, skating impressively well considering he had only learned moments ago. You applauded him, clapping your hands dramatically. “But can you let go of the wall this time?” he muttered something, sounding slightly hesitant. “O’course i can let go o’the bloody wall.” it was quiet, and you almost missed it. He slowly let go and held both arms out to stabilise himself. And then, he did it. He started to skate without the help of the wall. You felt like a proud mentor, quickly following behind him as he kept going. “Look at you go!” You smiled, and he looked at you with a cocky smile.

You did a few laps around the rink, hand-in-hand. His hand was squeezing yours with subtle uncertainty, and you gave him a small squeeze of reassurance. “You’re doing great.” “Oh ‘ell yeah. Bloody professional I am, yeah?” you chuckled, “The best of the best.”

He was doing great. He was a lot more confident than when he had started and had picked up the pace. But, he was almost too confident. “Watch this,” he said, before speeding up drastically and attempting to spin. But, about halfway through his attempt at spinning, he tripped over his own feet and landed on the cold ground. Understandably, you burst out into laughter at the situation. You couldn’t help yourself, okay? After a while, you crouched down next to him, carefully. “Are you okay?” you asked, and he looked away from you, embarrassed. “Meant to do that.” he excused himself, and you giggled. “Sure you did.” You then noticed the small rip in the knee of his jeans. This rip was not intentional, and you could see a small graze peaking through the fabric. “Baby, your knee.” you said, your hands moving to assess the injury. He swatted them away before you could see it properly. “Hey, hey. ’m fine. “ he said, but you ignored him, immediately moving your hands back to his knee. You moved the ripped fabric around so that you could see the injury. “Looks like a bit of rug burn. Poor thing.” you said, acknowledging how he subtly winced at your thumb grazing over it. “Jus’ a scratch. Like i said, ‘m fine. Dealt with worse.” “Are you sure? Does your ass hurt from falling on it?” you teased, laughing at your own words. “‘S not tha’ funny.” he murmured. “Oh come on. You have to admit it’s a bit funny.” “ Fine. Maybe jus’ a bit.” he admitted and you smiled, before standing up and holding your hand out to him.

“Let’s see if they have any plasters at the front desk.”

omg heyyyy... so like, ive been wanting to make a normal taglist for all of my fics (not including series' tho they have separate taglists) so like lmk if you wanna be added pookie x

[livestock-and-bibles]

Things I've Noticed During My Several Rewatches of The Doomstar Requiem

(Lock in, this is gonna be long)

Murderface is the only one out of the group to have a completely obscured face, possession foreshadowing perhaps? Also he lacks the golden streaks on the halo-esque circles behind them. Inch resting... (Not gonna talk too much abt when the scene goes red and the beam behind Murderface is dripping blood because I believe it's already been talked about before by others, and I don't want to include anything in this post that's already been discussed) Also I love how all of their weapons match their instruments

The way Toki doesn't even flinch when he gets alcohol poured on his wound is heartbreaking, likely either because the torture his parents put him through as a kid has given him a wicked pain tolerance or because he's so dissociated, similarly to how he behaves in Dethfam when his parents are around or Dethzazz when he's mentally in the punishment hole (I do believe this sort of catatonic state he's in is what's causing him to seem so much worse off than Abigail—though his untreated diabetes + Magnus targeting him more because of his relation to Dethklok probably also adds to it—he's likely not really eating or taking care of himself)

At first I thought that Magnus was feeding them dog food, but on closer inspection I actually believe it to be human remains. Yeesh. You can see it really looks like muscle fibers, and there's bones, as well as skin that still has hair on it. Magnus Hammersmith they could never make me like you

On the table is the Klokateer from Tracking/Ishnifus and The Challenge!!

I think it's interesting how much Nathan's fantasies look like Toki's! I just think it's neat! They're more similar than they seem :)

This is the most expressive we've ever seen Charles and it makes my heart hurt AUUGHH

The way Nathan licks his lips/teeth after the "How can I be a hero when my dick's as big as a shoe" line. DISGUSTING /affectionate

Does this fan look familiar? He should, because it's Dethklok's son, Fatty Ding Dong!! Good to see he's doing well lol, and his real name is Rick, we can also assume that at LEAST four years have passed since season 1, since in season 1 episode 10, he's said to be 14. Since he has a roommate now, he is likely to be around 18 years old

(Apologies for the low quality screencap I had to nab this from Youtube) I kind of wish that the animators didn't change this original animation for the end of The Fans Are Chatting. I just feel like Nathan pushing away the Klokateers is more symbolically relevant. Nathan is quite literally pushing away the safety and security his avoidance has given him, the hologram disappearing and the fans leaving is a metaphor for the fact that he can no longer keep himself deluded into thinking that everything is fine, he can't hide from the truth anymore

Almost all of the Rock A Roonie Fantasy Camp counsellors came to the Dethklok audition, there's even the depressed blues guy in the background. There's also Sammy Candynose from Snakes 'n Barrels, so I like to think that Pickles told him about the auditions

There's also the guitarist from Get Thee Hence

Toki's shadow!!! The wings!!!

The animals they take the form of match two of the guitars Brendon Small created with Gibson, The Thunderhorse and the Snow Falcon :D

It's super tiny but their smiles :'))!!! Also the way their parts play on different sides when you listen with headphones but then combine at this part makes me so crazy. Not only does Toki challenge Skwisgaar and inspire him to get better, but they're also having fun! Which I can imagine never really happened when he played with Magnus

Probably just an animation error but Skwisgaar is animated as his present day self here. Idk, just thought that was interesting

I think the order of the rest of the band joining in on the background vocals is really interesting, it goes: Skwisgaar, Pickles, Nathan, Murderface. Personally I choose to interpret it as a representation of how long it took each member to warm up to Toki as their rhythm guitarist, Skwisgaar was super fast since he was the one to choose him, Pickles was the one wanting a new guitarist in the first place, Nathan and Magnus seemed to be close, so it would definitely take more time for him to accept Toki as the whole Magnus situation would still feel a little raw, and Murderface is a professional hater so of course it took him the longest

I really love just how soft and content Murderface looks in Toki's fantasy. We all know he has a softer side and I think that either Toki perceives it, or possibly Murderface shows it towards him (Which I can believe because they're often together and they get along pretty well, Toki is probably the person Murderface gets along with the best actually)

I also want to mention that at this part of I Believe, Toki is no longer singing along with the other's background vocals, and is harmonizing with himself, which gets really sad when you realize that it's because this was just Toki remembering this to keep himself sane and he's actually kidnapped, hurt, and alone. Ouch :(

The drunk driver who crashed into the Jomfru brothers is the same guy who crashed into Nathan's second grade class in Dethgov. I guess there's only one drunk driver that exists in the Metalocalypse universe lol

I think we as a fandom need to appreciate Eric Jomfru more. He's such a real one. The way they make you care about him after he's already gone is so evil lol /affectionate

The way the Klokateers join in on this song makes me wonder if perhaps they view each other as brothers, or if there's just like a strong sense of brotherhood between them

The groupie on the left can actually be seen in Fatherklok at the beginning of the episode, as one of the women Skwisgaar has been with, so y'know what? She has valid reasons to be mad honestly

Murderface's pose up top always sends me, sir please calm down, keep it together king

Murderface holding his wrist :(

If you look closely, you can actually see that the Revengeancers are eating Ishnifus. Which is just,, utterly horrifying

In between the shots of the band and the assassin, there's so many inconsistencies in the placement of the characters. For the last two images, I just like to rationalize it as Pickles immediately attempting to run away, then noticing that the rest of the band is still there and being like "Oh shit we're squaring up? Ok I guess". I know it's just so Nathan can be in the center when they use the Dethlights but I just think it's funny

Also in the second to last picture, the way Murderface, typically the most cowardly of the band, isn't looking at the assassin, but instead, is looking worriedly at Toki, makes my heart hurt. I adore their relationship

Murderface is actually sleeping in Nathan's bed here. If you compare different shots of their bedrooms and beds, it's clear that this is Nathan's, you can tell from the striped pillowcase. I'm not gonna talk too much about this, mostly because I want to make a separate post talking about how Murderface is seen more than once sleeping in Nathan's bed when he's hurt/unwell. It's very sweet lol

ANYWAY! Thanks for reading these rambles, I love The Doomstar Requiem so much! I might make a post like this for Army of the Doomstar as well, and also just some analysis posts if I get the confidence lol. Big thanks to @ratskal for watching this a dozen times with me and pointing out things too. (I actually reached the max limit of pictures allowed in a post which is a little funny, I am so normal about this show /lying)

[zapsproblems]

tuskpir treatment!

pairing: Luka x tuskpir!hybrid!reader

wc: 2.0k

warnings: smut, afab!reader but gender neutral pronouns used, unprotected, p in v, semi-public if you rly squint, laying down, not proofread 💀, luka is a cutie patootie

based on the luminary wardance quest when Luka can’t sleep so Lingsha brings him a tuskpir to lay with. except YOU’RE the tuskpir <3 idk if this has been done before sry if someone already did this 🙏

“Mr Luka, come take a look,” Lingsha gestures to you, “This is the tuskpir treatment that I’ve prepared for you.”

You stand there shyly, hiding what you could of your stubby excuse for a tail between your legs. You flicker your eyes up at the red-haired boy and smile as a way of saying hello.

“They’re a tuskpir of the Xianzhou Zhuming,” Lingsha continues, “a creature that subsists on memoria. Hugging them while you fall asleep can raise your sleep quality, treat insomnia, and relieve anxiety and depression.”

The man apparently named Luka looks at you with light in his eyes. “So, all I have to do is… cuddle them essentially? And I’ll be able to get some proper sleep before the next match?”

Lingsha giggles amusingly, “Yes, you could say so. Why? Don’t you think they’re cute?”

Luka swallows a lump in his throat and tries to hide a slight blush on his nose with an act of scratching an itch in his face. “I mean… those ears are super fluffy. So yeah.” Your ears in question perk up at the mention.

You’ve helped Lingsha out before in helping either her or her friends to fall asleep. Being a tuskpir hybrid had its perks of relaxing those around you, so might as well use it for good, right? But, when Lingsha had asked you to help her out with an acquaintance who has been having problems relaxing before the Luminary Wardance, you had never imagined your patient in question would be so… cute.

“I’m (y/n).” you say simply, awkwardly reaching your hand out to Luka. The man takes it, shaking it softly like he was afraid to hurt you. “Name’s Luka.”

“Well, well. Now that you two are acquainted, I’ll let you get some sleep. Bye now~” Lingsha singsongs as she steps out of the room, the door sliding closed behind her.

Luka is the first to speak up after a moment of heavy silence, “So you’re a tuskpir, yeah? I’ve never heard of that before. I’m not exactly from here.”

“Ah, no worries,” you grin, “I assumed you weren’t from the Xianzhou when I saw your outfit. Plus, we’re a minority species here anyways.”

A quick, breathy laugh escapes from the red-haired man before the room once again falls into an awkward silence. “So, uh… should we just…?” Luka shyly gestures to the thin mattress set-up on the ground.

“Y-yeah! That works.” You say with false confidence. Aeons, this guy really is hot and a sweetheart.

You try to get yourself settled on the poor excuse for a mattress provided to Luka by the event organizers and watch the man as he hesitates to lay down with you. He seems to notice you looking up at him expectantly.

“Is there like… any particular way I’m supposed to do this? Like, where d’ya want me?” Luke scratches the back of his neck with his metal arm sheepishly.

Giggling as his gentlemanly manners, you shrug your shoulders. “Wherever’s fine pretty much. Just get comfortable.”

Responding with a fast nod, Luka moves behind you and sinks himself down underneath the blankets with you. Your breath hitches a bit when you feel his (human) hand move to drape gently over your waist. His toned body slowly inches closer to your rear, effectively spooning you. It has been a while since you’d been with something in a position like this, let alone with someone so hot. You try to still your ever-speeding heartbeat, lest Luka notices the bombs going off in your chest.

He finally rests in a position so that his chest is flush with your back. Your waist is hugged by his strong arm, making you feel strangely secure with this stranger. His warm breath tickles your ear, becoming slower paced as he evidently tries to relax.

“Do you… do this often? Like, cuddle with random people so they can sleep?” Luka softly asks behind you, “Was that a weird question? Sorry…”

“Don’t worry, the question’s fair enough.” You chuckle, mostly to ease your nerves about the situation, “It’s not very often I do this, no. But Lingsha asked me if I could help out. She’s a good friend of mine.”

Luka’s breathing grows a bit heavier in your ear. “Your ears really are so cute.” He says, ignoring your response to his previous question. “Honestly, you’re just cute in general…” He trails off almost like he didn’t even realize he was speaking aloud. You blush hard at his words, grateful that you’re facing the opposite direction so Luka doesn’t see the extent of how his words affected you. You only worry that your twitching tail might give you away.

As silence falls once again between the two of you, you feel something other than just your tail press between your bodies. Aeons, this can’t be happening. This beautiful man feels this way about you? A shy tuskpir? As surprising as it is, there’s no way you’re letting this opportunity go to waste.

You bite your lip and twist your head back to look at Luka. Even in the dim lighting of the room his eyes are dark with something other than relaxation. He flicks his eyes down to your pretty lips and back up again to lock with your eyes.

After a moment of quiet words between you two, you give Luka a small nod. Before you know it, his lips are already on yours. His lips are a little dry but move skillfully across yours as he grips your waist a little tighter with his hand. Your heart races with the heat of the moment and fireworks go off inside your chest.

In one smooth (and quite impressive) movement, Luka breaks the kiss and grabs your waist with his other hand, turning you so that you’re facing him. They don’t call him “strongarm” for nothing.

You meet his lips with yours once again, hungrier this time. You rake your fingers through his surprisingly soft red hair as his creeps up higher on your torso. The cool touch of his metal hand cradling the back of your neck makes you shiver. It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but the strange level of intimacy of the moment with someone who was a stranger just twenty minutes ago has you throbbing between your legs.

Luka’s hand moves from your neck even further up to your ears. “So fuckin’ adorable.”He mumbles between passionate kisses. He fondles your sensitive, fluffy tuskpir ears in a way that makes you moan ever so slightly.

“Hm?” Luka teases, “Sensitive?”

“Mmhm.” You confirm by humming, not wanting to lose contact with his hot lips. He somehow managed to draw you in like he’s your fucking lifeline.

He lets go of your ears and your head follows him as if it was trying to chase his contact back. But, your protests were quickly silenced by the feeling of Luka’s hand moving beneath the blanket again and against the crotch of your shorts. A gasp is ripped out of your throat at the sudden relief of contact in the place you need it most. A teasing look appears on his face as if he was saying look how fucking wet you are already, were you hoping for this?

You can’t help yourself but grind your hips into his fingers like a desperate puppy. The intoxicating way your clit slides across his knuckles has you rolling your eyes back into your head.

As much as he is teasing you, Luka’s state isn’t fairing much better than yours. His cock is straining hard against his too-tight pants, making a large tent in the tan fabric. Fuck, he wouldn’t be surprised if there was a wet patch forming near his tip from how turned on this situation has him. Having an adorable tuskpir hybrid rutting against him like they’re in heat? How did he get so fucking lucky?

“Baby,” Luka rasps, “can I feel you? I need t’feel you.”

You respond only by sliding down your shorts and panties far enough that you can open your legs up for him. That’s enough for Luka though, as he unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock with a sigh. Curiosity gets the best of you and you can’t help but sneak a quick peak at the boxer’s member. You could swear that your mouth waters at the sight. He’s a bit longer and girthier than average, but not to the point that it would hurt you. A trimmed bush of crimson hair at the base of his cock fades upwards into a happy trail. But, what really has you shivering is his pretty tip that’s flushed deep pink, leaking beads of milky precum.

“Lemme get in between those pretty thigh, cutie.” Luka positions his dick at the entrance of your clenching hole, holding one of your thighs a little bit higher for access.

His mushroom tip pushes into you, leaving you cursing into Luka’s ear at the feeling of being stretched. Loose pieces of red hair tickles your cheek as you throw your face into the crook of his neck. Luka ruts shallowly into your pussy, not stopping until his heavy balls rest against your ass.

You move your head back to look at Luka’s face, almost moaning at the sight alone. His eyes are pressed shut, mouth parted slightly in a moment of pleasure. “Fuck, cutie. S’good.”

“Feels so full.” You admit, exasperated. “Please, fuck me.” You almost whisper.

His cock immediately starts moving inside of your walls and you can feel every single inch of it. Luka wastes no time getting up to a faster pace as you’re both already so horny for each other than your pussy is practically begging to be ravaged. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you squeeze them shut as his cock repeatedly rubs against that special spot within you that sends bursts of fire through your veins.

The blanket covering you moves and rustles with Luka’s thrusts. The man briefly removes his hand from the vice grip he had on your waist to shove the blanket off of you two so that he can move easier. He pulls your top thigh over his hip for better leverage to continue thrusting into your cunt. Once his hand is free, he brings it down to make small circles around your clit. You nearly scream at the feeling, being overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Feels good?” Luka pants, “That cute little hole is just—fuck—swallowing my cock. Takin’ it so well for me.”

“Luka,” you whine breathlessly, “g-gonna…”

“Me too, baby. Cum with me won’t ya? Please…” Luka speeds up his thrusts a little more. The walls of your pussy respond by clenching around him, sending him nearly over the edge right there.

The feeling of being split open on Luka’s cock while his fingers dance swiftly on your clit quickly proves to be too much for you. You break out into a cry as your orgasm crashes down hard through your body. Your thighs shake uncontrollably around the red-head and your pussy creams around his cock, forming a thick white ring around his base.

Luka follows you with his own orgasm not long after, continuing to thrust into your sensitive walls. The quiet groans of your name and whines that come out of his throat are nearly pornographic and already almost make you wanna go a second round.

You two lay there for a short while in complete silence, laying your head in the man’s chest.

“That… that was really good.” You break the silence after a minute, giggling shyly. “Luka?”

Moving your head back to glance at the man’s face, you have to stifle a laugh as you realize that he fell asleep.

At least you did your job one way or another.

[barbieb0y]

okay. i finished the 2.0/floor it! to the golden city event story. thoughts/ramble under the cut bc spoilers

i feel like. the plot is kinda all over the place ?? it starts off with this legers dude wanting to meet with j for "a slice of that new age market pie" which means .... what exactly? am i just dumb?? i still dont get what he wanted from j that has to do with the new age market and/or manus vindicslay. i'd appreciate it if someone can explain to my dumbass. but then, understandably so, the j gang sees legers and his cronies as a threat to haight street. and then it leads to ... j wanting to visit his sister paulina/polly at the foundation

i feel like there couldve been a better lead-up to this other than "man we shouldve left like polly did but now we gotta deal with some baddies". like idk it feels abrupt to just cut to them visiting the foundation. but then theyre like oh polly couldnt have died bc her hand doesnt match this old pic we have of her and it's kinda silly and they raise a commotion and bla bla bla the foundation chases after them bc of it (i find it funny how thats how they get the foundation in on the bigger problem thats brewing underneath everything). matilda is tasked with catching the men and then through matilda's diviner skills, they confirm that polly's dead. manus vindicslay comes to stir shit up again so matilda's like okay fine i'll help you guys

fast forward they stumble upon the underground market blah blah blah mercuria is evil ⁉️ except i actually. dont understand what her role is here. like at first i thought that might be the point of her character bc she never stays in one place so she never stays in one role but idk. for someone who seems to be so important in this event, her motivations are unclear. but anyway

i dont understand the whole "oh we planned this all along" think they pulled either like??? what. did they plan exactly? the ambush and j faking a death and working alongside legers?? none of this was explained properly right??? or am i dumb???? ngl when i was playing through that scene i was like "are they expecting the audience to be smart enough to piece everything together?" my mind started to wonder like if they pulled a persona 5 and have a whole scene explaining their plan, would that be underestimating their audience? MAN IDK BUT THEY DIDNT SAY SHIT ABOUT THIS PLAN UNTIL THAT SCENE PLAYED. i definitely related to matilda in that moment 😭😭😭

but anyway what i liked and not-confusing about this event is the characterization of the characters (aside from mercuria). everyone feels consistent, from j all the way to eternity. im glad the quality of the character writing is still intact at least, for the most part

the character dynamics are also quite well-written, especially between j and polly. it's as heart-wrenching as i expected it to be. thinking about it actively gives me emotional damage. the fact that it took me more than a dozen chapters for me to realize that j sees polly in matilda. seeing his friendships is also heartwarming and it showcases j's personality quite well. his dynamic with pioneer is also cute. theres always something funny coming out of their dialogue when they interact

the setting is an interesting choice, it's enlightening to see how it impacts the worldview of the characters and their motivations. the poverty, disease, crime, and neglect of it all. the new age market is intriguing is a nice choice to get a lot of people of different backgrounds and stuff to gather in one place. not much to say beyond that

tldr: i dont know what the hell happened story-wise but it Happened but i truly love all the characters in it and how they interact with each other and their environment. this event story brought me Massive Pain™️, especially when paulina is on screen

not my fave event (which may be surprising bc j is in this event, i know), rayashki takes the cake for that, but i would be lying if i said i dislike this event. in fact, it's made me want to cry a few times. if it wasnt for the confusing pacing, i wouldve been more moved

[struwberrii]

the hq matchup looks cute so i wanna see !

cool with either

she/her, into guys

i'm fine with anyone just not hinata, sorry buddy

empathetic/kind, sarcastic, reliable & loyal

empathetic/kind, perfectionist/overthinker, sarcastic & sensitive

video games & reading

giving & receving: words of affirmation/quality time

something chill, arcades are cool

honestly idk, cargo jeans, vintage racing jackets, etc.

infp-t

match up: tetsuro kuroo✮⋆˙

hope you like the matchup!!

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

kuroo is definitely sarcastic and humorous, would probably be jokingly picking on you all the time. he is also very kind… he helped the karasuno first years learn new volleyball moves and has always been a good friend to his teammates from what i can see.

also his best friend is kenma so kuroo has definitely had his fair share in gaming and would def play games with you :)

teasing u is probably his main love language bus it’s all harmless and he never goes too far lol

he’s super nice to u tho he always showers you in compliments loves having lunch with u

probably doesn’t introduce you to the v-ball team other than kenma bc they all crazy and he’s trying to save u from the mental anguish of meeting those guys lol

i don’t think he’d ask you to come to practice bc he thinks you’d get bored but invites you to all his games and is always looking for you in the crowd

gets drive thru fast food with u and eat in his car (he calls it a date lol)

he would probably love studying w u if he’s confused on something ur good at or vice versa. he also pretends to be confused sometimes just to spend more time with you and listen to you explain it

he always makes sure he spends enough time with you and doesn’t get too caught up with volleyball or studying, u mean so much to him even if he isn’t always saying it ^.^

[rosymaraschino]

Silly controversial time when I should be sleeping. Warning you, very controversial.

I don’t want Eik to win CYL 😬 If he does, fine. I’m not going to rage about it.

If I had my way though, no thanks sorry

He’s ok, but he’s just so unimpressive compared to the other feh male guys. Design wise and personality wise.

I really do think Eik is just a watered down Bruno. Comparing them, I can see a few things that match

-Facial accessory

-Generally regarded as having fanservice qualities

-Older brother vibes (particularly close to a little sister, Veronica/Ratatoskr)

-Chiseled physique

-Family trauma/tragic past

-Forced to be a villain at first

-Ultimately a good person

-Does important things off-screen

-Very resourceful

-Intelligent, seems to know more than everyone else around them for some reason

-Solemn personality, but gentle and caring

And beyond that, Bruno’s been ignored by IS for a long time, when he’s part of the original crew. At this point, he’s male Sharena. (Poor silly squad, yes Bruno would be silly too if he got rid of the DAMN blood curse and LIVED. But in a bunny suit lawyer sort of way)

Look, I get wanting to send a message to IS about manservice/gender equality for fanservice. I really do. And yeah, I get the thrill of doing a Gullveig but a male version. I get the message.

But honestly? It sucks that it’s only now people want to do that. We already had that message given to us years ago. That was Bruno. He has an intriguing design that isn’t just about his hot physique (he must go to a high end salon for that gorgeous hair, come on now) and a beautiful story that was ruined by the bullshit death quota. Oh, and, being fridged to give the white characters motivation. Idk if that was intentional, but killing off one of the few poc characters who happened to be a main/reoccurring character up until that point just like that reeks of racism. Also, same story where Ash, a woc who had all the reason to have focus due to how personal the conflict was, ended up sidelined to make this the Alfonse show. So double whammy in white privilege. Oh wait. Embla got a hell of a lot more focus than Askr did, and he was made to sympathize with her to the point his self-preservation didn’t matter. Because Embla matters so much more than Askr. No, he can’t possibly have his own feelings, he can’t have his own focus or perspectives, because Embla needs her goddamn pity party. And it’s so, so funny seeing her belittle him like he’s the biggest loser on the planet who deserves it, while no one can call her out on her shit because she’s sad and lonely on the inside🥺. (I’m never not going to be angry about that)

Ok IS, you prioritize white characters. Can you stop that, please? Also, why book 6 sucks.

But now’s the time everyone wants to step up. For Eikþyrnir. Ok.

Sorry for the hate, I get cranky when I’m not sleeping. And I don’t really hate Eik, but find him massively overrated. At best, I like him in the family dynamic, but not really by himself.

[souryogurt64]

Would you recommend dating apps for actual serious dating? I feel like I wanna try bumble but i fear everyone there just want hookups..... idk hows been your experience so far?

Dating app manifesto under the cut because I think I've probably been on at least 20 dates since moving to chicago

Which app

Bumble is the worst in my opinion and I feel like a lot of guys I matched with never responded. I havent gone on a Tinder date in years because I feel its getting geared more towards hookups because other apps are getting more popular.

Hinge definitely has its downsides but it's pretty much the only one I use. I also bought Hinge Premium when I was drunk (???? stupid decision) and I also got a random survey from Hinge recently and I complained very passionately and IDK if it was coincidental but I do think I started getting likes from more attractive guys and also have been on a lot more dates since paying.

Older = more serious

I would say there are a lot of guys looking for hookups but most of the guys who are 28-30ish (as high as I will go) have realized they don't have a lot of time and are looking for a very serious relationship right now immediately to the point where it is a little overwhelming. Or at least they are claiming to, idk, but none of them have made it past like date 4.

I would not recommend doing this if you were in undergrad or lower, but I think dating 3-5 years older gives you guys that are more mature and better dating material for a lot of reasons.

Kind of sucks but it's objectively true, guys tend to want to date girls that are slightly younger so this increases your quality of matches and the desirability of potential dates. This is also unfortunate but true in that a lot of guys who are desirable tend to just not have a problem getting women and there's no societal pressure for them not to be players so there's just like no point in dealing with them until they've gotten bored of this.

Which dates to avoid

I also wouldn't accept zero effort dates either. Like I think dinner is a lot for a first date and coffee or a dive bar is perfectly fine. But if a guy is asking you to go on a walk when it's 30 degrees outside, he most likely is either unemployed, has some serious issues around his perception of women and gender roles, or doesn't really want you that badly.

Personally, I almost always pay for myself on first dates (or split the bill some other way) because I don't think the guy should pay for everything. I let the guy pay a few times when I was younger because he insisted, and they can often get mad if you don't go home with him so it's a safety thing. But no zero effort dates still applies.

Similarly, if he is asking you to come to his place he is probably just looking to hook up, which was something I think I didn't really understand when I was 20 and just starting to date and I think that led to me getting my heart broken a lot.

Which connections to pursue

If a guy sends you a like and not a message with it, 90% of the time he is just looking for validation and not planning on responding to you if you message first. I would just ignore likes with no comments and not message first.

If a guy sends you a rose with no comment this doesn't apply and he is probably legit serious about seeing you. I think guys see women sending roses as desperate so I don't think it helps women. Superlikes on Tinder are usually accidents but on Hinge they aren't.

Reevaluate your criteria

Dating apps as a girl can be extremely overwhelming with likes and messages, the majority of which are likely low quality, so it can force you to make snap judgements or semi-stupid rules in an effort to pare down your options. Like if I don't regularly purge on Hinge it will get to like 300+ in a few weeks and it becomes just insane.

I feel like I am blowing this guy I'm seeing out of proportion because we’ve only been on 3 dates in like two weeks so who knows he could be gone tomorrow or turn out to be insane or horrible in 3 months. But this is the first time I’ve kissed someone in like two years.

But I think with him, I think I made exceptions to things that normally would have been immediate nos because he sent me a rose instead of a like and most of my friends are getting into relationships so I felt like I wanted to take a chance on a guy that was more serious.

And I definitely thought hard about going out with him. But the reason I would have said no to these things was because they were indicators of political ideologies (former military and from the south) that somehow miraculously didn't apply in this case. I'm a bit concerned these things will become an issue in the future but I also think they came with a lot of unexpected pros as well. Such as if a guy has airlifted people to hospitals he is probably a lot more calm, level headed, and responsible than 99% of the male population, and he's also very athletic.

And also I think he thinks you should be nicer to girls because they're girls, and while I don't really believe in that it is pleasant. Similarly he lives a few miles away and in my experience, guys often start acting bizarre and resentful and like you owe them sex if they drove fifteen minutes to see you and paid two dollars for parking so I usually wouldn't go out with a guy that lived that far away. But these two things cancel each other out so it's fine.

Also, his first photo wasn't good and he was on the edge of being at my height cutoff (only because guys on dating apps usually drastically inflate how tall they are) but I took a chance anyway and he happened to be more attractive and was telling the truth about his height lol. He was also pretty persistent about responding whereas if I forget to respond to guys on dating apps for like a day they usually won't message back after that.

So I guess prioritizing intention and persistence over other stuff. My only friend that has a boyfriend off an app said that she ended up dating him because he just kept showing up and was really serious about dating her so there's also that.

Physical connection

I got this advice from someone else on here (the artist formerly known as Billiemania) but ignore guys who say anything remotely sexual.

I have a very subtle hint on my profile about something I'm into that can pass as not intentional and I think I was mistakenly pursuing guys who would open with a comment about it because I wanted to find someone that was mutual with. The only guy I ever found this opened with hey and had nothing in his bio but I think he clocked this on me and knew what he was doing.

Anyway, guys who opened with something sexual would never make a move on me period even if we had been on like 5 dates and I also didn't feel any chemistry with any of them.... period. This also goes for guys who have something sexual in their bio but don't want you to come to their place. They're just being freaks.

On the flipside, I feel like a lot of guys I have dated I have been on 3-5 dates with and they haven't even tried to kiss me and at that point it gets weird, IMO.

At this point I honestly feel like I would not continue to see a guy if he didn't try to kiss me after the 2nd or 3rd date because I just don't want to personally be in a relationship like that. This guy kissed me on the first date and keeps trying to kiss me in public and this might be wackadoodle and based on nothing but I honestly feel like a lot of guys on dating apps who aren't that serious about dating you instinctively don't want to kiss you in public because they are afraid of seeming unavailable to other women. But who knows.

Work on yourself first

Finally, I think I've recently had a lot better luck dating in the last 6ish months. I can't remember every single guy I've gone out with, but of the last 6 since March (as far back as I can remember lol), I have been the one to break it off with all of them and that wasn't the case at all when I was in my early twenties. I think I've had a lot better luck because I learned the advice I just gave you in this post, but also because I focused a lot on bettering myself.

Like I lost a lot of weight in college, got a real job after college, started working out frequently, did Accutane, started whitening my teeth, and started developing my sense of style and investing in better clothing and makeup, as well as heat styling my hair before dates. I also got a hobby I am successful at that has intrigue, fame, and fortune (/j YouTube).

This also gave me the confidence to not settle. Like I would go on dates with guys who lived with their parents and wanted to keep seeing me but weren't sure if they wanted a relationship and it was easier to say no because I know I'm out of their league, whereas when I was younger and more insecure and knew I was less desirable as a partner I would put up with more bullshit.

[roseyrays]

Hey ! I recently stumbled upon your blog while looking for some dark blood crumbs..and I saw you made headcanons for solon and jakah- I know your reqs are closed but if you could find the time to I was hoping you could write me some shion hcs?

I’m fr just down a rabbit hole rn w him tbh; though idk if you still write for them since it’s been a while, but if you do and if you could take this it would mean a lot 💕

bf! shion headcanons

warnings — nothing just fluff <3

notes — feels great to post smth again after 3-4 months(?) of writing block 😭 sorry for the wait! here’s your request 🤍

— i feel like shion is the type of bf to hand you notes in class, i mean c’mon look at him (silly guy)

— like jakah, he loves loves LOVE back hugs both receiving and giving

— shion’s love languages are quality time and gift giving :))

— he loves taking you on dates! on your first date he gave you a bracelet and got himself one too so you can both match 💛💛

— loves kissing all over your face and tickling you (cute 😭)

— literally admires you even during class 😭 like he looks at you literally everywhere (bro has heart eyes)

— gives you ice cream when it’s a hot day, if you like mint choco he’s gonna be so happyyy, but if you don’t he’s gonna look offended (jokingly) but it’s fine more mint choco for him!

— if you’re in danger, he would go full on vampire like what happened to the cute and fluffy shion (no fr look at chap 55, he’s freakin scary 🤠)

— loves playing with your hair (if you have hair) he’s gonna be so smiley if you do 😭, he’ll also let you play with his fluffy hair (he’s gonna be giggling and kicking his feet if you do)

— please let his head rest on your lap 🙏 , he’ll love that

— all in all he just absolutely LOVES and ADORES YOU 😭 so you better treat him the same too 😡

[cowboylikedean]

the thing is, to me, is that taylor going to a tennis match with her partner’s friend’s (because as much as people are now trying to downgrade patrick to a “coworker” he and travis are actually very close) shitty maga partner (and patrick is maga too lbfr)…it just is NOT the same as us normies playing nice in the same situation. none of my coworkers are being publicly thanked by turnip himself for their support. i don’t have any kind of public platform if hundreds of millions of fans. brittany has been benefiting *greatly* from being close to taylor for the past year. being seen hugging her and hanging out with her is just. incredibly shitty. you can argue that it’s unfair all you want but being a public figure and the most famous woman in the world is a choice taylor has made a million times over. i personally have defended taylor’s right to make her own choices many many times! but this is 100% a situation in which the only right choice for her to do is never be seen with brittany again.

i think fans are right to be furious, and personally i am maybe the most disappointed by the lack of anger from fans like you and jaime, who i respect a lot.

patrick is travis's work-bestie-turned-real-bestie. the coworker dynamic in this is actually still really important to that relationship because it's NOT a "not coworkers" dynamic. if travis dials down his friendship with them, that has workplace consequences. so the fact that patrick is travis's coworker is still hugely important. I'm not downplaying patrick and travis's friendship by calling out their professional relationship. i'm emphasizing their professional relationship because travis cannot cut off his personal relationship with patrick without affecting his professional relationship with him.

how has brittany benefited from this? exposure? like idk that feels very online. brittany mahomes did pretty good for herself before she ever met taylor and she'd be doing just fine without taylor. taylor has not changed brittany's quality of life. thus this argument that brittany has benefited from taylor so much that taylor being seen with her is somehow synonymous with public support falls apart.

my argument, though is that regardless of whether or not you think there is only one right choice, the fact of the matter is the choice is not without some degree of nuance. which means that even if there is only one right choice... each wrong choice (or the reasoning behind it) caries different moral implications, and thus, deserves different judgement. and there are more likely choices (not wanting to cause friction for travis) and less likely choices (conspiring for years to trick people to think she has principles she doesn't).

also to your last bit... that's exactly what was said last summer. fans like me were not angry about taylor doing a very normal breakup thing and briefly dating someone shitty with rebound goggles that had her believing he would change for her and anonymous people in our inboxes told us they were disappointed we weren't angry. those anonymous people insisted that this situation was very devoid of nuance and that there was 100% only one right choice. and also that if taylor made any choice that was wrong, it meant that she had been conspiring for years to trick people into thinking she has principles she doesn't. and there were more likely choices (rebound goggles) and less likely choices (conspiring for years), but people chose the less likely choices as The Only Possible Other Option and treated it like it was a dichotomy it wasn't and that ended up not fair at all.

in the end, those of us who believed in rebound goggles were correct. i kinda am inclined to look at this parallel and like my odds.

[galaxy-brain-rasslin]

Thoughts on AEW Dynamite/Rampage (spoilers)

It's awesome seeing Mercedes. She looks pretty happy to be there-- or at least back in a wrestling ring. She's always seemed like she was in that Moxley/Danielson/probably the other Horsewomen crowd of "I need you to understand that I love professional wrestling. I would marry pro wrestling if I could."

You could argue that only people in pro wrestling are the ones that love it, but there's been plenty of people who have gotten into the business without really loving it. But you can tell when people actually enjoy doing it.

Idk how I feel about her entrance music. Mostly because I can barely hear it-- I watch like 90% of AEW shows on an older tablet, so the audio quality is diminished. Plus, AEW is notorious for seemingly always having some kind of audio problem.

Willow vs Mercedes II is gonna fuck, when they book that.

Eddie's sleeveless duster thing looked cool as hell.

Okada manifesting in some portal behind the Codyvator (or he uses the Codyvator, I can't tell) is such a great entrance. Really helps make him feel like he's a big fucking deal.

I'm... fine... with Okada winning the Continental Championship or whatever they're calling it. It's just the one belt of the triple crown. I went into it expecting Okada to win-- I mean, it's Okada. I would have been fine with Eddie retaining, but I feel like it may be a bit too early for Okada to lose in a match where you'd basically have to lose clean.

Since Eddie is going against Mark Brisco for the ROH belt, I do wonder if they're gonna have Eddie just lose all three. And, if so, I wonder if it's for a storyline or something, or if Eddie just needs some time off.

I'm just, like, kind of tired of Chris Jericho. I get that he's important to the company as the first champion, and he's not unpopular. But the Hook match was just okay. I'll take it over the "Chris Jericho beats up Luchadors from CMLL" thing that's been happening.

Tony please stop having Ospreay show up right when I have to feed my cats and get ready for bed. He's so fucking fun and dorky when he's not wrestling.

I almost missed the tag match with Rosa/Deonna vs Toni/NotToni. But I can assume all four were fun, since they're all good in the ring.

Swerve is just so damn cool. The match with The Butcher was fun.

Samoa Joe is so smug, but cool, and scares me. He doesn't have 100% final boss energy, but he's so close.

It's been a little bit since Don Callis has been booed so loudly that it almost completely drowns him out.

Takeshita vs Swerve holy shit

Christian and Copeland was what I expected. It was fun. Absolutely hilarious that the ending to the match technically happened during Rampage. The ending itself was also hilarious. I'm still surprised it took this long for someone to use the strategy of just yam-bagging someone until they give up.

The Bullet Club Gold bit was funny as hell. I was really hoping Jay would be like, "I saved your life." -- while being excessively smarmy and smug like always.

Kinda feeling like The Acclaimed need to split up. Idk what it is really but I haven't been feeling Caster lately.

Best Friends vs The Don Callis Family was fun stuff. Kind of funny how Trent's back was bleeding for most of the match, but Knox didn't bother putting gloves on until Kyle's mouth was a crime scene.

Schiavone absolutely loathing that he has to exist anywhere near Callis is amazing. Reminds me of how much Mauro Ranallo hated Tommaso Ciampa back in NXT during Ciampa's no-music heel phase.

I am always here for a Shibata match.

Takeshita is so fucking good. And Rocky is also great.

Stat/Willow v The Spooky Ladies was fun.

The contrast between Statlander and Skye was amusing. Stat let her self be thrown onto thumbtacks, have them shoved in her mouth and then kicked, do a 450 and basically land knee-first onto some chairs. Skye did everything she could to not accidentally land into the thumbtacks.

Also, I'm assuming that Skye bladed after getting hit with the spike. From a theater/presentation standpoint, I feel like if she had bled more-- like if the cut was a little deeper or she took some aspirin or something-- it would have made the impact of the spike more dramatic. But I'm also not going to actually say that a wrestler *should* have bled more. They do enough and all that shit is at their own discretion. I'm not a booking agent or anything.

All in all, fun stuff.

[ay-chuu]

hiee im here 4 the matching event (bungo stray dogs pls)!! also pls stay safe with the earthquake and stuff thats going on!!!!!

i'm 21, 5'2", and i have brown hair and green eyes !!

zodiac: scorpio

mbti: istj

hobbies:

going on nature walks and taking pictures of bugs and birds!! i love birding but im new to it

drawing!!! and writing sometimes

listening to music or just reading abt my current hyperfix !!

i bake occasionally but im new to it still

things i hate:

people who are rude asf to other people for no reason and take their anger out on others (kunikida and chuuya dont count theyre special and kind they just have a temper)

loud noises

ppl who go out of their way to hurt bugs 4 no reason. like killing them is fine if theyre in ur house but u dont have to torture them ):

Favorite things:

my fav games are probably tf2 and hollow knight! i also dabble in minecraft !!

my fav genre of movie is horror and one of my favs is cloverfield or scream!! i love creature features and kaiju movies too!!

i love all sorts of music but i listen to a lot of indie/alternative music and alternative rock!!!! the only music i dont rly like is country.

ummm idk if i have an idol >_< but i think zoology is cool. i will ask plz dont match me with mori or tanizaki if thats ok !!

Hi! Thanks for your good wishes love! You cant know how much i admire them! (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc)

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA!

First of all, from an MBTI and astrological point of view, your zodiac signs are healthy compatible, while your MBTIs will arrive at the perfect match except for some toxic aspects of the two sides! By the way, Atsushi loves looking into your green eyes and kissing your eyelids! :3 I can imagine you playing with his bangs too!

Your outlook on life, your hobbies and the secret softness of your personality makes Atsushi very happy. Because while he couldn't even had time to experience and love some simple things throughout his life, you are very determined to hold his hand and bring it to the top in the spiritual sense. Burnt or not, he will love to eat anything you cook. And he will suggest making an album of the photos you took <3

your logic and knowledge of certain things will save him from acting on his feelings. And his curiosity and gentleness in everything will make you feel satisfied about the issues that you may have been missing for years. Atsushi takes great care to do his best for you and be a therapist lover the way you are to him. By the way, your love for different creatures makes him feel at peace with himself and this is one of his favorite qualities about you! <3

I think that the thing he can't stand about you is your courage haha! Because you like to try new things and not avoid scary things, sometimes you give him minor heart attacks KJSDLFJASLDFG he's more of a happy-go-lucky type on his mind. But don't be afraid! By sacrificing some moments to each other, you are not hurting each other and you are solving this problem!

I can see your relationship progressing by talking and solving each other's past troubles and I can see you find peace in each other <3 Some of your memories: the way you shouted and jumping at Atsushi who almost stepped on a bug while hiking, the first kiss you shared on the first mountain you climbed together, hugging on the sofa while talking to each other at home and you excitedly introduce the new rock music you listen while he feels like his ears are bleeding but still has same excitement like you T^T

And finally, a personal comment: What you wrote about bugs made me smile because it was so sweet and tragicomic that you added something like that when everyone else was adding bugs to things they hate. 😭😭

Hope you'll like it! <3

[decaf-mother]

🌠🍂 for the questions pls :3

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

Outlaw: She can be slightly awkward with physical affection unless it's her comforting someone, she's good at hugging and taking care of children... But she's not so good when it comes to adults, that doesn't mean she won't hug you but just expect it to be significantly more awkward. She enjoys affection but it's complicated for her. She shows affection with taking care of you - making food for you, spending quality time with you, keeping you safe... Essentially a sort of motherly vibe towards most she cares for. She has trouble receiving affection though or accepting others taking care of her, she appreciates the effort but will never feel she deserves it or be fully comfortable with it.

Gail: Did somebody say hugs?!? This girl will suffocate you with affection, hugs, gifts, quality time - whatever you're comfortable with ya better expect it. Just sunshine in human form. Though, if someone isn't into physical affection she's very good at finding alternate ways to show she cares. She is sweet to strangers as well.

Rainie: She prefers for people to not touch her too much usually. Hugs are fine with people she's VERY close to. Her only exception to not liking lots of physical touch is Gail. She tends to show she cares with actions, like if you'd been eyeing a certain dress for a while - you don't even have to say anything - she'll pick up on it and she'd save every dollar she could to get it for you. She also shows she cares with her insane amount of loyalty. Can be kind of rude towards strangers at times.

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

Outlaw: No idea how to rate her... Homicidal undead bi cowgirl. Protective mom energy. Very big heart, can be sweet... Also kinda crazy. 5/10? Idk.

Gail: 10/10. Sweet baby.

Rainie: Uhh... 6/10?