#aquarium sleep music

[tacit-semantics]

Women love me for my lynchian fever dream workday

[aquaticsounds]

Relaxing Sea Hare

[milkyberryjsk]

the ocean is so beautiful

[tramp963]

Aquarium with Relaxing and Sleeping Music - aquarium relax music

[lunememes]

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver's shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver's hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver's hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver's hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver's body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver's body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver's body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they're cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver's ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver's bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver's clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭: 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

★ H e a d c a n o n s, fem reader.ᐟ

★ They reacting to y/n walking around the house practically without clothes

★ 𝑭𝒕. Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo and Hanma Shuji

★ Suggestive words, petnames (baby girl, baby)

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

He would have just returned home and it wouldn't take long for him to notice the presence of his girlfriend, as soon as he noticed that she was walking through the house practically naked at first Kakucho would be a little thoughtful about why she was walking like that, but it would end questioning her at the same time.

"We'd better go to my room, don't you think?" Hugging the girl from behind and holding onto her waist, he would ask gently.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

In front of his aquarium Izana would be busy watching his goldfish when he noticed the presence of his girlfriend passing by in the hallway in front of his room, as soon as he saw her and noticed her lack of clothes, Izana immediately turned all his attention to the girl, getting up and going after her.

"What do you want, baby girl?" Holding her waist, he would question in a low tone of voice.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Manjiro would be as distracted as he had just woken up, even so, when he suddenly saw his girlfriend walking around the house practically naked, he would stay awake at the same moment, going to the girl curious to know why she was walking like that.

“Y/n, are you okay?” With a small smile, he would say as he approached his girlfriend.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

He would have just arrived home and would sit on the sofa to rest for a while, but suddenly he would see his girlfriend walking around the house, at first, Kazutora wouldn't pay much attention until he saw that the girl was practically undressed, when he realized , he got up and went after her at the same moment.

“Isn’t it too late for you to tease me like that, Y/n?” Hugging her from behind in surprise, he would speak in a mischievous tone.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran had practically just woken up and was having his breakfast in the kitchen, when he turned around at the counter, he immediately saw his girlfriend walking practically naked down the hallway, at the same moment, Ran went to the girl and gently held her by the arm.

"Let's go to my room and sort this out before Rindou wakes up." Letting out an ironic laugh with a subtle smile, he would say, taking the girl towards his room.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

Lying on the bed, Rindou was just listening to some music with the bedroom door open, from the corner of his eye, he saw his girlfriend walk through the hallway practically naked, at the same time, he got up, leaving his things aside and went to the girl , Rindou gently held her arm and brought her to her room.

"Are you crazy, Y/N? Do you want my brother to end up seeing you like this?" Placing a blanket over the girl's body, he spoke, trying not to be distracted by her body.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Haruchiyo was lying in bed just about to fall asleep, but upon seeing his girlfriend passing through the hallway in front of the room without wearing any type of clothes, Sanzu would immediately wake up, leaving his sleep aside at that exact moment as he wondered why. of the girl being like that.

He would get up, go to the girl and grab her by the waist. "What are you doing, baby?" Pulling Y/n closer to him, Haruchiyo would question in a serious tone.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

He would be distracted smoking a cigarette on the balcony while watching the cars pass by on the street, as soon as he turned around after finishing his cigarette, Hanma would be surprised to see his girlfriend walking around the house with practically no clothes on.

"What are you doing? You're not cold, are you?" Going up to the girl and hugging her from behind, he would ask with a sideways smile.

[shoccolatine]

what your favourite obey me character says about you

╰┈➤ ❝ LUCIFER. ❞

you like people who act mature/responsible

you're stubborn

"i can fix him!"

you like when people act mean

you're a romantic

you like the classic gentleman type (opens the door for you, pulls out your chair, etc.)

you listen to a lot of music

╰┈➤ ❝ MAMMON. ❞

you have abandonment issues

you believe in soulmates

you want to be someone's first choice

you're a hopeless romantic

you want someone to do dumb things with

you're kind/caring/forgiving

you like to make people laugh

╰┈➤ ❝ LEVIATHAN. ❞

you're a gamer/otaku yourself, or watch anime casually and/or enjoy watching other people play video games

you're a quiet person

you fluster easily or enjoy flustering others

you like aquariums

you try to avoid social gatherings/situations

you're autistic

╰┈➤ ❝ SATAN. ❞

you love reading

you love cats

you like being around smart/academic people

you're patient

you have very strong morals and a strong sense of justice

you're an introvert

╰┈➤ ❝ ASMODEUS. ❞

you have rejection sensitive dysphoria and/or abandonment issues

you value aesthetics

you're kind and caring

you don't judge a book by its cover

"are you tired of being nice? don't you just want to go ape shit"

you're asexual

you like femboys

╰┈➤ ❝ BEELZEBUB. ❞

you love cooking/baking/eating

you like buff people

you're happy just doing your own thing

you have abandonment issues

you are very supportive of those you care about

you have a big heart, but don't show it often

you enjoy making people happy

╰┈➤ ❝ BELPHEGOR. ❞

you're sarcastic

you love sleeping, or you have trouble sleeping

you're stubborn

"i can fix him!" / "i can make him worse"

you're playful/silly/reckless

you want someone to do dumb things with

you like taking care of others

you have a monster kink, and/or love yanderes

[taggedmemes]

HEADCANON MEME

what is their favorite lego set?

what do they tend to look for in thrift / antique shops?

which golden girl are they most like?

what is their favorite exhibit at an aquarium?

what does their breakfast look like?

what gaming console was the first one they ever played?

is there a small habit that they do every day?

what color was their childhood bedroom?

what is their favorite wine / liquor?

what's their guilty pleasure tv show?

have they ever gone to an estate sale? does it weird them out?

what is their favorite scent of candle?

what's their favorite board game?

what good deed have they done today?

how much water do they really drink in a day?

do they collect anything?

how do they take their coffee / tea?

do they take any medications?

how often to they fall asleep on the sofa?

what are they like when they're sick?

did they / do they still play pokemon go?

do they watch the olympics? do they prefer summer or winter?

what do they usually buy in a gift shop?

what clubs / sports were they involved in as a child / teenager?

how often do they do their laundry?

do they listen to music or watch tv more often?

how many pillows do they sleep with?

what holidays do they decorate for?

have they ever tried to write poetry?

do they keep a daily journal / planner?

what's their favorite time of day?

how often do they clean out their fridge?

what hill are they willing to die on?

do they prefer ice cream in a bowl or a cone?

what religion are they? how do they practice?

do they give money to the homeless?

what's their least favorite chore?

they can pick one skill to suddenly have, what is it?

do they watch the superbowl even if they aren't into football?

what does a typical day off work look like for them?

do they actually use their stickers or just collect them?

have they ever done volunteer work?

mun's choice: tell us something about your muse!

[sujiri]

°⋆♡︎.ೃ࿔:･ loving you

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: nanami kento x fem!reader, 5 signs of love language, fluff

a/n: i'm a sucker of how romantic kento could be. random headcanons are written. this is how nanami kento shows his love to you^^

𓏲𝄢 words of affirmation

kento is a man of few words, that's the start. he's not the one who always talks, babbles up about this and that, no.. he's not typically talkative. he prefers to listen to you all day, he thinks that you have more interesting things to say, no matter it's about your day, this random memory from 5 years ago or last night, complains and rants, and anything that he finds endearing. your voice is his favorite sound— favorite music, if you even have a podcast, he would gladly listen to it all day long. he would comment to every word you say and pays attention no matter how nonsense and hilarious it sounds. this also comes with those times when the two of you argue, damn, the world— the universe knows how patient and calm man he is, his words would sometimes humble you if you're in the wrong, he doesn't raise his voice nor cursed at you, no matter how angry or disappointed he feels. never. if you both have cooled down, that's his cue to talk. although he's a man of few words, he knows what exactly to say. kento assures you in every way, although your humor would be a little different from him, he tries his best to understand, saying i love you's, i miss you's, i'm sorry, you're gorgeous, stunning, pretty, beautiful. praises and assurance, oh how it makes you melt. kento loves everything about you, and if he needs to understand your personality, behavior, or humor again, he would take the time to learn. because it's just another piece of you to love.

𓏲𝄢 physical touch

kento loves to touch you. not always in a sexual way. he loves to touch you, hold you, feel you, and embrace you. in a way he would just hold your hand, shoulder, face, waist, and other parts of your body. this usually happens, whenever you're talking then he would suddenly hold and caress your arm or hair in the middle of the conversation while he's listening. sometimes, it's your hand, rubbing it with his thumb gently and feeling your skin, your warmth. sometimes, kento wraps his arm around your waist and shoulder, of course he wants his girl close to him. can you imagine how many times he have kissed your forehead and cheek so sudden? moreover, hugging and kissing are no exception, he always hug you any time of the day. when you're cooking, alone, cuddling, or just sleeping. this comes with the kissing part, kento loves to kiss you slow but passionate, not sloppy, not rough, but passionate. he wants to taste you in a proper way, therefore he takes his time. the way your lips presses to his makes him flutter (if you only have any idea), your kiss is something he yearns after all, anytime anywhere, it's the reason why he breathes. it's a need.

𓏲𝄢 quality time

no matter how busy kento is, he will always find ways to make time for you. he wants to be there for you no matter what. he's the one who mostly propose dates. going outside the city? he would pack everything for your small trip, fancy dinner? he would book the fanciest restaurant he knows in the meantime. picnic dates, movies, coffee dates, cooking together dates, aquarium dates, amusement park dates, you name it. kento would organize and prepare everything, you don't have to worry about anything except packing your clothes or making yourself pretty (he always see you pretty). as long as you're with him, everything is perfect. he wants to create every memory with you. nanami kento is contented, always contented by your existence.

𓏲𝄢 receiving gifts

since when you and kento enters this relationship, this marriage, he got this habit where he gives you gifts. either small or big. you complained about it, not in a way where you don't like it, it's because you're worried. he went to the point he gifts and buys you a lot of expensive materialistic things; brand new jewelries, make-up, and clothes are just one of the things he always buys for you aside from flowers he gifts you in every random day. i have a thing that kento found another way to gift you, he learned origami. it's kind of funny when he tries to hide what he's creating one time to make it a surprise, he's not skilled when it comes to crafts, his origami would look crumpled, he struggled in another step, the results was far from his expectations. mostly, he creates flower origami. he's even surprised himself that he can manage to learn a skill like those things. gifts are just one more thing that kento wants to show you as his affection. the way your eyes sparks, how your lips shapes into an ‘o’ or turn into a smile, and how your entire face lits up everytime he gifted you something. it makes him flutter and fuzzy although his face doesn't entirely shows it. he wouldn't always mind to spend another penny just to see how happy you can get in every gift he gives.

𓏲𝄢 acts of service

i would bet that kento shows his love more in acts of service, it's next to words of affirmation. it's always the little things, you're exhausted after a stressful week? he would cook, do the dishes, clean around your home, and do more basic house chores, it's a piece of cake. fixing your dress if he noticed that it doesn't look good, giving you the exact thing you needed without saying it first, carrying the grocery or shopping bags, wiping your face when you sweat a lot, placing your slippers or shoes when you're about to go outside or inside, bakes you the pastry recipe he learned online, and if you have any day of not-the-very-best, kento would do the usual; cooking your comfort food, wrapping you some warm blanket or giving your comfiest pjs to wear, switching the tv channel to your favorite movie, and he'll just stay by your side, cuddling you until you're ready to talk about it. he understands that everything doesn't have to be said immediately. nanami kento shows his affection to make you special, in every way, every situation, anytime anywhere. he would always make sure you're fed— not just fed with food, but fed with his love. you're not just his wife, you're his lover, partner, best friend, one and only, and his everything. that's why you always feel the exactly the same.

[kaizokuniichan]

Attention Part 5 - Even Exchange

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro/AFAB Reader (referred to as she/her)/Trafalgar Law

Summary: You and Law finally come together in the most complete way.

Also known as: The chapter where Dev’s music nerdery is overwhelming (seriously there are an obscene amount of music references

CW: Mutual mastubation, oral sex, vaginal sex

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word Count: 4.8k

Author’s Note: Slight spoiler for Law’s new awakened technique. I’m not sure of the exact logistics of how it works so I took some liberties for the sake of plot.

MDNI; 18+ READERS PLEASE

Divider by @/cafekitsune and banner by @/eelnoise

As you blinked yourself awake and took in your welcoming surroundings your stomach twisted into knots. For a moment you believed you’d been tricked by your overactive imagination—god knows how many times you’d dreamed of him bringing you here. Unsurprisingly it was cozy and dimly lit, slightly fragrant with the spicy scent of incense. The walls of course were metal but that didn’t make it feel unnaturally cold. A grand, Cedar wood desk stood proudly across from the bed with well-worn books and various articles strewn about in a disorganized heap.

“What’s with the mess?”

Striding over to join you, he quickly stacked the books and shuffled his papers.

“You damn Strawhats have been a constant pain in my ass even more these days.”

Giggling, you slid off the bed to admire the shiny coins displayed on the shelf above.

“You collect these?”

With a start he looked up, ears burning as you leaned closer to inspect them.

“Uh yeah. Just a little hobby of mine to pass the time.”

Your chest tightened as it inflated with affection.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s cute. I like knowing you have something that helps your uptight, nonexistent ass unwind.”

He peered intently into your eyes and you suddenly felt shy, as you always were around him. His stare was always so intense.

“Feel free to take a tour around the place. It’s not much but I’m happy to share it with you. If you’d like to stay.”

You cocked a mischievous brow.

“Are you planning on ravishing me tonight Law?”

He smiled without any skin-crawling lecherousness.

“I would love to, but we certainly don’t have to. You don’t even have to stay here tonight if you don’t want. I just wanted to show you my room and spend some time together since we’ve...had to keep a lower profile these days.”

“Not that it really matters considering Jean Bart keeps making suggestive comments about how his captain won’t stop drooling over me.”

His cheeks tinged a soft pink, yet he was bold enough not to deny it.

“Well…he might not be wrong.”

He gave you a crooked smile as he looked you up and down, letting his eyes drag over your bare legs exposed by your sleep shorts. As your body heated you felt a distant second heartbeat in your pelvic floor. You’d never not be amazed by how openly he desired you. How someone like him could desire you. You were someone whom he lusted after, and while it was exhilarating, it was also quite intimidating.

It’d been hard being so near him when you couldn’t touch him the way you wished. Onboard the Sunny you’d been nothing short of a stubborn barnacle at his side—shamelessly sidling up and wrapping yourself around him in an immovable grip. You’d been cautious during the early days of your tentative connection, but the more time you spent together—and after your very passionate excursion in the aquarium—you found him more than willing to allow you to handle him however you pleased, even responding in his own way. A secret squeeze of your thigh under the table and a brush of fingers when you were out in the open were his subtle showings of reciprocity. And of course the many secret kisses. Those were the best.

“Is there uh, a bathroom nearby? I’m a little warm. Wanna splash some water on my face.”

“Am I making you nervous?” He teased, eyes still twinkling with mirth.

“Um. Yes?”

He was so smug you wanted to kick him—he really could be such a bastard when he wanted. Sometimes he liked to be cheeky, and you loved those rare moments where he was laid-back and playful. How it made the cadence of a snare drum kick against your ribs.

“There’s an en-suite bathroom just to the left of the bed.”

“Oh how fancy.”

He stepped closer and in a mild panic you leaned to the side and rolled across the bed to where the bathroom stood. His soft laugh became muffled as you closed the door behind you.

The bathroom itself was nothing extravagant, but you hadn’t expected it to be. Perfectly practical, it was minimally furnished with nothing but the bare essentials. Two towels hung on a wooden rack, two toothbrushes sitting in a cup on the small counter. A grey bath mat lay at the foot of the shower stall, and from what you could see inside the shower, containers of liquid soap, shampoo, and conditioner.

As you walked up to the sink you noticed a small bottle of what appeared to be an oil cologne. Opening it and taking a sniff you were stricken with the same heady aroma he always carried on his skin and clothes. The scent, blended with a hint of antiseptic, always lingered after your brief hugs, and you’d spent many a night breathing it in whilst your hands played between your legs. Just a small whiff brought an immediate wetness to your panties.

Setting the bottle back down, you faced your reflection in the small mirror and pondered just how fuckable you looked. Your deliberation was tireless but necessary, and you wondered what it’d be like to fuck him. How he’d look. What he sounded like. What he tasted like. Were you going to fuck him tonight? You very much wanted to, but you were so anxious as to whether or not you’d even be good enough for him. You’d never had any complaints from previous partners, but Law seemed like someone who was difficult to please. What if it made things awkward? He was already such an awkward man, you’d hate if things became even more awkward.

“I hear you thinking in there, so I’ll just send you back to your room if you want.”

You bounded for the door and flung it open in a panic.

“Don’t you dare.”

He sat on the bed facing away from you.

“I don’t want you to feel any pressure.”

“I don’t feel pressured. I wanna stay here with you tonight.”

He turned to face you skeptically, refusing to move an inch from his seat.

“Law just get comfy. And take off those damn heeled boots.”

With another small smile he rose from the bed and crossed over to a closet you hadn’t noticed. Kicking off his shoes and pulling his sweater over his head, he revealed inch by inch the dark ink on his back contrasting with his tan skin—slightly obscured by the white tank top he’d been wearing underneath. You growled in frustration as he sat back down.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, turning his body to look at you.

“Nothing, it’s just. You spend all day with your shirts almost fully unbuttoned so I get a full view of your tits, but now that we’re alone you won’t even let me get a proper look.”

He turned back around and you were utterly mesmerized by the way his shoulders and biceps were accentuated by the flimsy fabric.

“I don’t do free shows, you’re gonna have to work for it.”

“You give enough free shows every day with those slutty clothes of yours.”

His breathy laugh filled you with tendrils of honey.

“Maybe if you’re good you’ll get something special.”

You hoped the sound of your gulp was only audible to you.

He observed with amusement as you stumbled over to the other side of the room, reaching your destination back at the desk. When you rested your bottom on the edge your fingers played with the grooves in the wood.

“I think we’ve done enough talking today Law.

His bouncing leg halted when you leaned back on your hands.

“I think so too.”

“Then…come here.”

If you could find a word to describe the way his body moved you’d settle on saunter. His lithe form beheld true majesty as he glided over to you—a little terrifying and absolutely thrilling.

He now towered over you, heavily sunken eyes filled with an almost primal, commanding lust. The tips of his fingers touched your cheek as he stepped closer, and the front of his legs pressed into yours.

You scooted back when he softly ordered you to sit. Immediately you spread your legs to allow him to accommodate the space between, and you looked into his eyes as he cradled your face. Blown wide irises roved endlessly as he studied you, mapping out every delicate feature. You placed a hand on his chest while the other reached up to play with the small hoop earrings in his lobe, tracing your thumb along the smooth surface.

You felt his body shudder as you tickled his sideburns, running your pads down his jawline where they met with his goatee. An indecipherable sound rumbled in his chest when he stepped deeper into your space, and he tightened the hand around the back of your neck as he leaned down.

There was no fanfare when your lips melded into a careful kiss. Your hand on his chest tightened it’s hold and wrinkled the fabric of his shirt while the other wrapped around his neck. It was uncertain whose tongue slipped into whose mouth first but they soon became entwined.

His hands slid down your sides in slow reverence as a whine curled in your throat. When he pulled you closer to bring your center flush with his hips, you marveled at how perfect he felt. Far better than what you could ever have imagined. Despite his lanky appearance his body was sturdy and solid. Carefully crafted as a means for survival.

Your hands continued to caress each other as he dug his fingers into your hips. Unsurprisingly (or maybe surprising to you) he was hard, and you felt a quaking in your thighs that would’ve made you crumble to the floor if you’d been standing. He continued to grip you with more assurance — much more demanding than any other time he’d touched you. Slipping his hands beneath your shirt to fondle your breasts, his thumbs rolled lightly over your nipples as he spread his fingers over your ribs. Throaty whimpers pierced your lust-filled haze as your hips undulated against his, desperately seeking relief.

His lips slipped from yours to make a drunken voyage down your jaw, teeth catching on your skin and licking flames of heated passion behind. He clutched you impossibly close and you wrapped your legs around him.

“You’re crushing all of my papers,” he murmured, voice low and dipped in chocolate.

“Good. Fuck those papers.”

Your hand began a journey to the top of his jeans, unfastening the button and pulling down the zipper. His hand came to grasp yours as if to stop you, and when you looked up you were met with a question lining his golden irises. You reassured him with a nip at his bottom lip, sliding his pants down just enough to comfortably slip your hand inside. His body was hot and trembled with restraint, and he let out a hiss when you swirled a thumb over the already wet, flushed head.

The air in the room suddenly felt cold when he stepped back.

“I...I want you to watch me.”

Your mind became waterlogged as he took a seat across from you on the bed.

“If you really want to hold my attention take that shirt off.”

He smirked, shifting back and pulling his jeans down to the middle of his thighs.

“You first.”

You hadn’t expected this level of sultry confidence from him. Normally he was especially careful when the two of you were alone—never wanting to make you feel as if he was taking advantage. He’d always allowed you to lead.

Yet the basis of your relationship had always been an even exchange, and you were more than willing to comply.

His breath hitched when you slipped your shirt over your head to reveal your bare chest and pert nipples, and his eyes kept yours leashed as he began to stroke himself. You’d never felt more assured of his attraction to you than when your eyes were tethered to his.

He allowed you a moment to admire his dick as he removed his shirt, and you were almost too eager to have it in your hands. Or mouth. Or pussy. Anywhere he wanted to put it really.

He leaned back, allowing dribbles of pre-cum to leak onto his abs, and you wrestled with your mind to accept the reality that this unbelievably gorgeous man was pleasuring himself to the live image of you. With his shirt tossed aside, he allowed you to feast on the hilly planes of inked tan skin and sinewy muscles, all converging into a delectable point between his pelvic bones.

“Law...do you even realize how sexy you are?”

His mouth quirked with pride, still languidly stroking himself.

“I’m glad you think so,” he replied, the soft tenor of his voice making you throb.

“I refuse to believe I’m the first person to tell you this.”

He sucked in air through clenched teeth and moved his hand faster.

“Well, you’re the first person it ever mattered to hear it from,” he sighed, the flushed head poking between the middle of his fist.

“You want it?” he asked.

“God yes,” you breathed as your pussy clenched.

He leaned over to grasp the rolling chair at his desk and dragged it over in front of him.

“Sit here.”

Almost immediately you complied. Pulling off your shorts and opening your legs you felt the cool air seep into the dampness of your panties.

“Are you gonna put on a show for me Law?”

His hips stirred and he picked up the pace, lips parting as he took in short breaths.

“If that’s something that you want.”

Your center continued to pulsate and you went to snap your legs closed when he grunted a sound of disapproval and shook his head.

“No. Let me see you.”

You’d heard him be commanding before—he was the Captain of a notorious pirate crew after all. But this new authoritative tone he directed at you suggested he wasn’t to be defied, and it excited you. So you opened your legs for him.

“What would you like for me to do Law?”

He breathed shallowly as he pumped himself—liquid pearls dribbling over his knuckles.

“I want…you. All of you. But first I’d like to see how excited you can get for me.”

You let your hand drift between your legs as a sumptuous chill trickled down to your toes.

“Why won’t you touch me?”

He huffed, spreading his legs wider as he bucked his hips.

“He’s already done that for you, hasn’t he?”

Heat fanned across the back of your neck as you were brought back to your kitchen dalliance with Zoro several days prior.

“I wanna do things differently.”

You huffed in frustration. “Well…at least let me put your dick in my mouth.”

His hand stilled as a surprised chuckle escaped him.

“We can do that in a little while. Spread your legs and pull your panties to the side for me.”

You wanted to protest and move things along far more quickly but you understood his need to move at his own pace. And the slow-burning foreplay was definitely not unwelcome.

It was almost embarrassing how slick-saturated your panties had become as you tugged them to the side. Cautiously you looked down and swirled your finger around your bud, releasing a sigh of relief.

“Look at me.”

It’s not that you’d never had an audience before, but Law’s presence made you incredibly self-conscious and unsure.

But as you looked back to him you remembered what made you fall for him in the first place. He’d been so insistent on fixing a part of yourself you’d believed to be broken—like the worn binding of an aged book—and he’d repaired you good as new. Your heart bloomed with achingly sweet love.

Your eyes fluttered while slipping a finger inside yourself, and he groaned as his fist moved faster.

“Fuck. Never seen anything so pretty.”

You melted.

“Oh Law.”

His brows furrowed as he tugged himself, adam’s apple bobbing with every gulping breath. You clenched when you added another finger.

“You want me to eat that pretty pussy of yours?”

You whined louder than you’d intended.

“Yes. Law please.”

“Slip another finger inside.”

Your body was wracked with shudders that had nothing to do with the cold air. A stone sunk into your belly as you eyed his dick still being fisted in front of you. He was much thicker than what you were capable of providing for yourself, even while pumping the three fingers inside you without being told to do so. Finding it difficult to keep contact with his probing eyes you dropped your head back with a shameless moan.

“Law I want you so badly.”

You heard him grunt as he halted his movements.

“I wanna give it to you love.” Suddenly his eyes flew open.

“Um..I mean...”

You lifted your head back up and smiled.

“Did you just call me love?”

“I didn’t mean…that’s not what I meant to say.”

His scrambling was impossibly cute and completely fruitless. Sliding off your seat you knelt down and settled between his legs. When you looked up his lips were parted and glistening as his chest heaved imperceptibly faster.

“You know, you called me baby that one time too.” He rolled his eyes to hide his embarrassment but you saw it anyway. “I never took you as the type to give pet names.”

Covering his scorching hand with yours, you gripped his fist and guided him, squeezing it in with reassurance.

“It was just a slip of the tongue. I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Oh didn’t you?” You gave him a pout. “Am I not your baby? Am I not your love?”

He cupped your cheek with his other hand, tilting your face up to look at you properly. What a sight you must’ve been, nestled between his legs as he pulled himself closer to release. You hoped it was everything he’d dreamed of. He leaned down to give you a kiss, gripping your jaw tightly.

“I’ll call you whatever you like. I’ll give you whatever you like.”

You shook your head and you leaned back.

“I’m gonna give you something first. Straighten up and watch me.”

You could see him wanting to argue but your sharp look held him back. He sat up and watched as you leaned closer to run your tongue along the trail of dark hair leading to where both your hands held him. The pheromones of his desire left you intoxicated as you transformed into a feral seductress for him—burying your head between his legs. After swatting his hand away you wasted no time. Despite the saltiness that stained your tongue it was mixed with a decadent sweetness. Slowly you picked him apart as you licked along the underside.

The heavy hand gripping the back of your head was welcomed, though he still made no move to force you down. For now he was weakened by the endless weeks filled with pining and yearning, and he allowed you to take control. The wait had proven to be worthwhile as you slid further down until your nose met his pelvis. He felt heavenly in your mouth. As he tickled your esophagus you were brought back to a supposed trick given to you by a friend that was said to prevent gagging. Tucking your thumb into your fist you sucked him slowly, bobbing your head up and down gently. His other hand came back to rest on your cheek in a moment of tenderness that counteracted the sublime sin in your mouth.

Evidently the supposed trick was proven to be false for when he poked the back of your throat you gagged. His hands attempted to pull you off but you remained in place—resigned to keeping him completely encased in your warmth. Taking one of his hands off your face you tangled your fingers together and breathed through your nose, resuming your hedonistic suckling.

The faster you sucked the more his breaths became ragged. He was a fairly respectable man when he wasn’t a merciless pirate, though his careful respectfulness only encouraged your mouth to service him more provocatively. He deserved it. You let your saliva run freely as trails of drool dribbled past your lips, lapping your tongue sloppily around the shaft. With an erotic hum you slurped him down your throat. He panted as more of your mouth juices coated your fingers, and he gripped your head tighter as curses tumbled from his lips.

“Fuck. You love having me in your mouth, don’t you?”

You removed yourself from his length and sat back on your knees, eyes wet from your fervent efforts.

“I love it. I love it so fucking much.”

He shifted to lean his arm on the mattress, cocking his head to the side.

“You want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You were unable to answer, too preoccupied with rocking back and forth for some relief.

“Well?”

You took him in your hand and stroked idly as you carefully considered your words.

“I wanna shove you so far down my throat that I can hardly breathe.”

The hand still on your head tugged you closer until you were a mere centimeter away. Your tongue poked out to swipe kitten licks along the head.

“Go ahead and show me how much you want me”

Molten molasses dripped into your panties as you gobbled him up, consuming him completely. You pulled more grunts from his lips, licking, bobbing, and slurping noisily. You made it nasty, showing how much you hungered—how much you craved him. No longer holding himself back he groaned and began thrusting into your mouth. Holding you in place he bucked his hips, shoving himself further down your throat. All hesitancy of his vanished as he used you, tugging his pants down his knees and squeezing his thighs around your head. His ragged breaths grew heavier as you brought him closer and closer to the edge, and you prepared yourself to swallow his milk when he forcefully pulled you off.

“Law please, let me...”

“Get up and lay on the bed.”

You wanted to continue protesting but you were still in an agreeable mood and did as you were told, sitting down on the plush mattress and scooting back against the pillows. He stood to remove his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, making the mattress dip as he mirrored your previous position between his legs.

“I’m gonna give you something he hasn’t, and I want you to picture him watching as I make you cum.”

An icy fist clutched your heart as flashes of green skittered across your mind’s eye. You could almost feel the other stolen piece of your heart toss you a look of amusement as Law slid off your panties. A warm and dexterous tongue flicked between your lower lips and you let out a whimper and covered your mouth.

“Lemme hear you,” he murmured into your skin, nosing your bud.

“I don’t want my voice to bounce off the walls. What if someone hears?”

He considered your words before sitting up.

“Room.”

An invisible, spherical barrier of chantilly lace enclosed your bodies in a noiseless cocoon.

“Silent.”

“What the hell was that?”

He laid back down and kissed your folds.

“Now no one will be able to hear you except for me.”

A thrill of electricity sparked as he hooked your legs over his shoulders—your heart thundering in your chest as his breaths puffed against your sex. A slick river of ambrosia trickled down towards your ass and he licked it clean, groaning as he buried his face into your pussy.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

You wished he hadn’t brought up your eventual departure as your eyes prickled with unshed tears.

“Law, please don’t.”

He licked a long stripe between your folds, wiggling his tongue inside to lap at your juices. Your head fell back as he devoured you, strumming the strings of your longing and playing a ballad of burgeoning ecstasy. The frolicking staccato of your moans married with the symphonic melody of your panting—crescendoing louder when he thrust three fingers inside. Notes of D, E, and A pulled a debaucherous allegro from your walls. He tuned your body to the very key of his choosing.

You clambered closer and closer to your peak and you knew you’d be too exhausted to continue if you prematurely toppled over the edge. With laborious difficulty you pulled him off your heat, shuddering as your body somersaulted back down.

“Law I need you to fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”

Danger flashed in his eyes and you flattened yourself into the bed.

“I hope you know what you’re asking for. I’ve been holding myself back all this time.”

You knew he wasn’t just referring to tonight. Shuddering from the threat you opened your legs wider and parted your pussy lips with your fingers as an invitation to him. He covered your body with his and lay wet kisses on your face.

“Law. Please.”

His hand cupped your jaw and turned your head to the side, licking sloppy swipes of his tongue along your neck and down your throat. His hips ground against yours as he coated his dick with your juices.

Taking hold and positioning himself at your entrance, he poked your puffy flesh with his head. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he surged forward, halfway sheathing himself inside. He filled you more and more as he bucked his hips forward, further enveloping himself inside your wetness. As he settled at his hilt you brought your knees up, opening yourself completely for him to take.

“Law I want you to use me”

He throbbed and slid his arms beneath your back to grasp your shoulders and hold you close.

“I’m not going to use you. I’m going to pour everything into you that I’ve wanted to give to you all this time.”

You gasped when he thrusted roughly, the slow and steady rhythm of his balls slapping against your ass making you quiver. His mouth hovered over yours as his fingers dug into your flesh, and the harmony of your moans smoothed over the carnality of your want. Your sweat-slicked bodies glided against each other, and the squelching sounds of your slick ricocheted against the walls of your sonically concealed bubble. Senseless babbling urged him on as he fucked into you faster, knocking himself into your hips and pressing your knees up to your chest.

“Fuck, I wanna keep you. Wanna keep you right here with me. Can’t let you go.”

Goose-pimples freckled your flesh as you gushed around him. He’d hit your fleshy and sensitive center sooner than you’d hoped, and you arched off the bed with a wail.

“Law…Law…Law…” you chanted, curling into him when he released his bruising grip on your legs. As he continued grinding his hips the springs of the bed squeaked in exhaustion, and you were endlessly thankful for his versatile technique.

“Can I have you? Are you mine?”

“I’m yours Law. I’ll always be yours.”

You felt a moment of guilt knowing there was still another piece of your heart being held by another man, but you were soon distracted when the stilted pap, pap, pap of his hips grew rougher, and his hand lunged forward to grip the headboard. Your world was filled to the brim with watery sobs and heady groans, rising into an amalgamation of calcified bliss.

You came before him when his calloused fingers slipped over your bud in messy circles—quaking and shivering as your toes curled. Your body continued to shake as his skin slapped into yours, filthy promises of ruination filling your ears.

He soon pulled out and fucked into his fist in a frenzy, spilling himself on your stomach and thighs. Your heaving breaths intermingled with his as he dragged his dick filthily along the trail of his spend.

You were fucked. Physically and mentally so. The words you’d locked away in a carbon coated safe threatened to seep through the cracks as you tangled your fingers into his messy, onyx locks. He cradled your face in his hands, his new favorite thing to do, as he traced your lips with his thumb and littered kisses along your lips and cheeks. A painful sob threatened to escape, and you were frustrated as tears spilled from your eyes.

“Law I…”

“I know. Me too.”

Your happiness was bittersweet as you drew shapes along his back before he finally settled down beside you and covered you both with the covers. Turning to face him you slipped a leg between his and wrapped an arm over his waist, enjoying his heat seeping into your body.

With a flick of his wrist he muttered a “shambles” and your privacy dome disappeared, golden lights dimming as you both succumbed to a delicious, dreamy slumber.

[billciphersboyfriend]

Hallo! Listening to Mitski (Francis Forever, to be exact) as I ask for this!

male!writer!Reader at 3am trying to write his book because “I fell high at 3 am and 3 am is the silly hours” only to breakdown crying 5 minutes later and silly Billy cuddles reader and forces him to sleep? Human!bill would be best for cuddles I think, but I’m excited to see what you come up with if you choose to write a fix based off my prompt. -🐦‍⬛

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I tried my best to follow the prompt without getting too out of character with Bill, but I’m always open for criticism. Also, I didn’t understand if you wanted Human!Bill or if it was up to me; I wrote Bill in his original form, but if you want the human version I’ll make an edited version with him.

Hope you like it!

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My hands kept shaking and clicking the pen in a frantic manner, making the otherwise silent night loud. The blankness of the page below me seemed so bright in the dark of my room that it almost hurt my eyes. I always had so many ideas, and thoughts, and opinions, why couldn’t I write them down? Why is it always this difficult?

Outside the window I felt the moon observing me; the trees were in the middle of a slow dance with the soft night breeze as the owls took care of the music.

So many beautiful things around me, yet I couldn’t get to write any of that down. How could I? So many things the world made me feel that my human essence couldn’t replicate with simple words.

And with that hot tears were caressing my cheeks and falling on the white page, filling it for the first time tonight. I rolled over to lay on my back, my shaky hands made their way to my face, covering it, as a small sob escaped my lips.

It was impossible to figure out how long it had been, however, after a while the man’s ears got pierced by a sharp, somewhat playful, whistle.

“Woah! I didn’t know you were trying to build an aquarium in here, I would have brought some fishes!” A shrill voice said, laughing, and with a snap a small fish fell on the ground and started to flap around.

When Bill noticed the absence of a reaction he let out a sigh and made the fish disappear.

The small triangle then popped up next to you as he elongated his limbs to push you off the bed: “Oh, come on! I thought you were a fun one! Get up—“ but before he could continue he got interrupted by a small and raspy whine, “Leave me alone, Bill.”

There was silence for a while, no movement could be heard, but Bill presence could be felt from miles away: something so eerie and powerful that with time began to be comforting.

Suddenly, a soft pressure was applied on the human’s cranium that made him wince in surprise.

“Don’t you dare going in my head—“ “I’m not going anywhere. Sleep.”

When you tried to open your eyes to see what he was doing a small black hand slammed, albeit not with much force, on your eyes, making them close.

“I said sleep.”

“I’m not going to sleep, weirdo, what the hell are you doing?”

An annoyed groan echoed from the triangle, taking off the hand from your now dry eyes… Wait, dry? You were crying just a second ago! And how come you were starting to feel… drowsy?

As you started yawning you tried to scold Bill for whatever he had done to you, but soon enough you were fast asleep.

Bill was still sitting on your head bored, playing around with your hair. Not like he had anything better to do at the moment. He thought about entering your mindscape, have a little fun there, but considering your condition he wasn’t sure if he was going to have fun at all, however, you seemed more calm now.

Maybe that’s the important thing now.

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During the night you tossed and turned a lot and Bill had been carried around like a rag doll the whole time before leaving in the early morning.

Once you woke up you couldn’t remember what had happened, but the slightly wrinkled page was full and you had the best night of sleep you had had ever since you moved to Gravity Falls.

[stuccobaby]

kahlopatra headcanons? 🙏

bestieeee

these are gonna be random a f

(college au/i aged em up)

Cleopatra runs cold, Frida runs hot. It's perfect.

yes, they both have their tickets for the Barbie movie. Cleopatra has her outfit planned out (pink pink pink everything) and Frida is very excited to be Cleo's Ken.

Frida thought she had a high tolerance for spicy food but Cleopatra is in a different league. Like she could go on Hot Ones and not even flinch.

but Cleo haaaates Tajin. Frida loves it. She puts it on fruit and Cleo couldn't believe her eyes.

Cleopatra has a cat! (i was picturing a siamese) Frida is lowkey allergic, but she can handle it. But if you thought Cleo was snooty...wait till you meet this cat.

Cleopatra snores. Frida thought it would be cute and quiet but it's actually kinda loud. Frida is contemplating ways to bring this up and survive to see another day.

Frida is an Aquarius! Cleopatra is a Scorpio (not to get in my astrology bag but I think she's a scorpio sun, leo rising and gemini moon. venus in leo or taurus. what do yall think about it.)

I wrote a lot hehe woops.

(TW: weed) Cleopatra is like a 'smoke at parties' kinda girl, whereas Frida smokes often for funsies and as a creativity boost.

(TW: weed) They tried to do a 'take an edible and go to an aquarium' date but Cleopatra got too high and freaked out in the shark tunnel. They'll try again but with an arboretum next time.

Frida can play the guitar. Cleopatra goaded her into playing for her once and folded immediately when she started singing. (at one point, Frida looked up and Cleo was taking off her clothes)

Speaking of, Cleopatra told Frida she signed up to be a model for her art class. Frida did not know she was a nude model. Frida should have guessed. damn it was hard to focus on painting that day

Cleopatra is now Frida's personal fashion consultant. She's a (cheerleader, homecoming queen) part-time model, she has a very keen eye for fashion obvi

When it's cold, Frida wears socks to bed and they argue about it all the time. They also argue about what side of the bed to sleep on (they both want the right side smh).

Frida loves going along with Cleo on her many beauty shop appointments (nails, hair, spa, etc) but won't go into any waxing/threading shop because the technicians start getting twitchy just looking at her. She feels like if she fell asleep, she'd wake up tied to the chair with two eyebrows.

They watch a lot of movies. Cleopatra laments how expensive TVs used to be but loves that they're cheap now because a big screen TV still makes her feel rich and luxurious.

Frida will be the first one to say I love you and it will mess Cleo up a little bit. don't worry tho, they'll talk about it! she's just not used to being loved (saad)

Frida is teaching Cleo Spanish, but all she wants to learn is swear words and dirty talk. it's gonna take a while

Cleopatra is a bug killer, Frida tries to trap and release.

Harriet (Frida's roomie in this AU) was extremely suspicious of Cleo at first ("wasn't she like your nemesis?") but she came around eventually ("enemies to lovers is kinda sexy...")

Frida is currently showing Cleo so many Spongebob episodes, she was sick of her constant references going to waste.

yes, they listen to a LOT of new music together. Frida tries to go in chronological order (2004 music, 2005 music etc), so that Cleo could hear the progression of music sound. (i could go on and on about music but these r getting long already)

Cleopatra is a passenger princess, but mostly because everybody is too scared to get in a car with her at the wheel; she drives like she's playing fucking GTA. (Frida thought people were kidding, but after they went soaring over a downhill speed bump one time, Frida politely took the keys forever).

speaking of GTA, that's Cleo's favorite video game. she enjoys mowing people down, blowing things up, and getting cute new outfits. Frida thinks its a good way for her to indulge her sadistic streak.

Mario Kartin': Frida mains an Orange Yoshi, Cleo goes between Peach and Rosalina (she refuses to make a Mii she thinks they're too ugly to represent her).

They become a different couple when they play mario kart. Frida is really fucking good and Cleopatra can't stand that shit eating grin every time she wins. (cleo would be like that tik tok sound: right hand on the bible, god can strike me down if im lying, that motherfucker's cheating!)

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I could write more but i wrote way too much already. y'all would have to ask for part 2. Also... may have snuck my next fic in here teehee.

if anybody wants to use these for art or what have you, go for it (but it better be gooood 😜)

tag and credit me tho so i can see it and be overjoyed

THANKS FOR ASKIN BESTIE!

[aquaticsounds]

Relaxing Glowing Neon Fish Aquarium with Calm Music!

#glowfish #glowtetrafish #glowtetra #neonfish #aquarium #aquariumfish

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Would you perhaps gift upon me some Age Regression facts about the SK boys?

Fictional Agere serial killers give me serotonin, and i need some serotonin this week (and any facts about your other AUs :D i love them all)

wanted to wait to answer this so i was on my laptop-

HI YES ABSOLUTELY!!! I'll share some facts both old and new as kinda like a refresher, and I'll talk about them individually.

SUN☀

is mostly nonverbal, but will make noises to indicate what he wants

likes to play games, do arts and crafts, will watch cartoons

comfort items are an old plush of himself from the Pizzaplex and a blanket with circus elephants on it

has a binky, but doesn't use it as often as Moon

mostly regresses due to stress or it happens because of a traumatic trigger

calls Moon "bubba" (and Moon calls him the same thing)

responds to "Sunny" rather than just "Sun"

he walks on his knees or will crawl to move around

does not like being by himself, he will freak out and panic

responds better to softer and kinder voices (kinda like how pets respond better to baby talk)

getting angry around him makes him think you're upset with him and he'll cry

needs a lot of reassurance

likes to be read stories (a favorite is "Very Hungry Caterpillar")

MOON🌜

was actually the first to show signs of regression pre-fire

also goes nonverbal, hardly making any noises unless he's crying

he needs to hold part of you, whether it be your hand or your sleeve. He needs constant physical contact. Anywhere you go, he will want to follow

has a binky he likes to use

comfort item is a blanket of his own, which has sleeping forest animals on it

also watches cartoons, but prefers watching things like videos of aquariums with calming music. Less stimulating

likes to nestle in a pillow fort and read stories

like Sun, regresses due to stress or traumatic triggers

prefers to be in comfy loose clothing when regressed

behaves very timidly, and won't do anything unless you say it's okay to

responds to "Moony"

responds to kind and patient voices, similar to Sun

will want to hear his brother's voice and will "ask" you to give his bubba a call (Sunny will do the same when their roles are switched)

wheeeee fun facts!

[calcifiedunderland]

Five-Star Meal

Food Fight Ending II

You noticed that Azul had sent you text, and opened it immediately. You didn’t fear the worst, per se, but it was good to check.

Azul: Hello Prefect, I hope I’ve contacted you at a good time. I would like to set a time to meet with you again, would tomorrow work with you?

Azul: I may have to amend our contract, if you would allow me. Something between our transaction has come up, that I cannot deny anymore.

You frowned, scanning the message again. Your mind wandered, does he know why I made the deal with him? It was true that you were struggling a bit in Trein’s history lessons, and sure Alchemy was hard, but you could’ve handled it on your own. But somehow, despite that, you were sort of glad to have an excuse to talk to Azul after having him on your mind for so long.

You kicked your feet as you responded with a Sure. You wondered what it would be about. Your eyes slowly drooped. As you went to sleep, you thought, guess I’ll find out soon.

Azul tore his eyes from the phone screen, pushing up his glasses. It’s getting late, he glanced at the clock as he stood to leave his office desk. The Lounge would close soon, and he needed as much time as possible to prepare for you tomorrow.

He stepped into the Mostro Lounge kitchens, finding Floyd humming while he sautéed some vegetables. Jade was by the ingredients rack, holding a mushroom that was undoubtedly from his latest club excursion. Azul cleared his throat, “the Prefect has agreed to meet me tomorrow.”

The words went unspoken between the three of them. The twins shared a grin, and for a moment Azul almost regretted telling them. “It pleases me to hear you’ve moved up the timeline, Azul,” Jade chuckled, “will you be needing assistance?” Azul glanced at Floyd, and immediately he complained.

“No way I’m wakin’ up early to work, even if it’s for Shrimpy!” Floyd whined. Azul shrugged calmly, “perhaps you could have a week off from working?” Floyd went quiet, crossing his arms, pouting. Azul sighed, “two weeks?” Floyd grinned, “m’kay!”

Jade chuckled, stopping when Azul said “I’ll need your assistance, too.” After seeing the look on Jade’s face, Azul sighed in exasperation, “fine, I’ll let you put mushrooms in the Lounge food for a week.” Jade beamed.

—💜🐙✨—

The next day, you woke up really craving fries and pasta. Specifically, the fries and pasta you had when you were studying with Azul. Luckily, there’s some leftover in the fridge. The pasta was wonderfully rich after you warmed it, but the fries lost their crispiness. Still, the savory taste satisfied you.

You patted Grim on the head and dropped him off to Alchemy remediation. You got him to stop whining out why do you get to go an’ eat while I hafta work?! by telling him you were meeting Azul. After that, you headed through Octavinelle, going through the same aquarium halls you and Azul walked through earlier. You thought you’d find Azul at the entrance waiting to escort you, but instead you found him pacing by the private booths mumbling to himself.

“Azul?” He stopped abruptly, plastering a charming smile on his face. “Prefect! Please, sit down.” He pulled out a chair for you, seating you at a small round table. Much like your study dates (you felt warm when you realized you thought of them as dates), Azul served your dish to you. He cleared his throat. “Perhaps we could eat before discussing?”

The two of you settled into a quiet peacefulness. Your silverware clattered against the dishes heard over soft music played by the Lounge speakers. Your appetizer was delicious - perfectly juicy, the vegetables crunching delicately as you chewed. In the lull, Azul focused on you, smiling softly as he picked at his dish nervously.

You noted Azul’s quietness. He almost always had something to say. He cleared his throat softly, before pushing his plate away. “Before we get to the main course, I would like to speak with you.” You put down your fork, as he took the plates away and sat back down. He pulled out your golden contract, and the fishbone quill.

You looked at him with confusion. “You said something came up? Did…” you went quiet, feeling nervous, “have I violated the contract?” Azul shook his head, feeling even more nervous, “no, (Name)… rather,” he took a deep breath, looking away “I violated the contract.”

Your eyebrows shot up as Azul continued. “I have been using the contract for my own personal gain, because I…” he glanced back at you, “I wanted to become closer to you. I used it to spend time with you.”

“I think I violated the contract too, then.” Azul stopped in disbelief. You confessed, “I wanted to spend time with you too.” You couldn’t hide the smile growing on your face, and it encouraged him to speak. Azul took a deep breath, “I like you, (Name).” Even though a weight suddenly lifted off of him, it still made both of you flustered.

A blush grew on his face, “a-and if you agree,” he cleared his throat, “perhaps we could… make a new contract?” You grinned dazzlingly at him, launching yourself out of your chair and wrapping your arms around him. You laughed as you heard him yelp before hugging you back. You kissed the mole under his lips, “of course.”

💜🐙✨

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 ����𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .