#but feel free to interpret it however you want!

[muqingslover]

Hii!! Love your writing!!

I wanted to ask if you have any hc about the lads men as fathers? For example, my hc was that Xavier is a boy dad that makes sure his kid will not end up listening to those "alpha podcasts" because he sets the example of a gentle yet "i slayed over 70,000 wanderers", kind yet assertive man. HOWEVER, since the level 175 affinity interaction came out, I'm 100% hes a girl dad raising his daughter to be a strong and independent woman (like the MC he loves dearly). What do you think?

[ my first ask! yahooo! thank you, pookie! I'll give you my thoughts in general (a big mix of everything) but if anyone wants one of the boys in more detail then feel free to ask because I have more to share! ]

Xavier

Alright maybe this is a hot take but I don't think he wants children, like at all.

Xavier does NOT like sharing. He's literally jealous of himself for goodness sake and he really, reaaaally, does not want to share you, especially not with clingy children that would take almost if not all of your attention and also his sleep.

In-game he's also shown to not be super fond of children in general which I find hilarious.

He's lived a long life, sacrificed everything and everyone for you, and spent the rest of his years searching for you. He believes he has the right to be a bit selfish and keep you to himself. Let's be honest, he's earned it.

Zayne

He does want children, but he is the type to plan for it. And I mean *plan*.

Out of everyone, he understands the best what it means for both your body and mental health the changes pregnancy would bring (including the chance of postpartum depression and other complications) so there would be a looooong discussion before anything happened.

When putting together the nursery it's like he's preparing for the apocalypse and not a baby "We might need this" (you won't be needing it), "This was made with [chemical], it could be toxic for you or the baby." "Zayne, it's just a plastic spoon."

Absolutely not as cool as he leads you to believe. You have this man stressed™ but he is so, soooo patient.

He'd be very serious about follow-up appointments and he'll make time for the both of you no matter what.

GIRL DAD ! GIRL DAD ! GIRL DAD !

100% victim of waking up covered in silly drawings and bows in his hair but he says before him than his poor white walls.

You have your hands full monitoring these two that love to sneak around and stuff their cheeks full like hamsters with sweets.

Sylus

Now this man wants a whole LITTER if you'll let him.

Hear me out: TRIPLETS. Oooor, twins with a younger sibling right after. Maybe one more if you are really brave.

This was not planned at all, but when you tell him he's so happy he'd be in actual tears while hugging you.

Luke and Kieran are over the moon about it too. They'd be so cute with the children because they get to be big bros now and they take their role very seriously.

Sylus would pull out his phone or coat and it would be covered in cute stickers. He takes no action in getting rid of it though because he loves it.

Those children are S P O I L E D. You have to take the role of saying no otherwise he'd take over the world just because his baby asked to be queen of the world on a random Thursday.

Rafayel

I think he's on the same boat as Xavier but for different reasons.

I have some...perhaps...controversial takes on this little guy in general so I'll leave it open for your interpretation hehe

love him though<3

Caleb

I know I know everyone says he'd be the best girl dad but PLEASE pleaaaase give this man a little boy.

If you think women's baby fever are bad just wait until you see Caleb's

He would draw on your belly bump where he thinks the baby is and talk to him even while you're asleep

This guy is taking lessons about pregnancy, how to support you during birth and he is 100% in one of those moms group chat.

"Caleb we do not need another onesie���" "But look! Look how cute it is! Oh, and the little hat? C'mon angel, please?" (Ban him from shopping by himself because he comes back with WAY too many things you do not need)

He loves and I mean LOVES matching clothes. From silly costumes, to pajamas and outside outfits.

So. Many. Pictures. He takes pictures all the time to keep them as memories because if something were to happen where you or he lost their memories again then they'd forever be preserved :(

[ I have so much more to say about this but maybe I'll just make a separate post for each of them ]

[sturnsdc]

after losing, Jack needs his girl to forget all his frustration.

1,2k words.

you thought you knew what would happen when you got to the hotel room. The atmosphere was tense, silent, and you feared that talking might make things worse. And although you know he's not mad at you, you know him well enough to understand that the events of that day had left him extremely frustrated. However, you hoped that when you entered the room, you would just go to sleep without saying a word, killing all thought in the dream world. Sometimes it was like that, and you were used to it. It was a hard day.

what you didn't expect was the other option. You gasped when, just after closing the door, Jack put his hands on your waist, pressing his chest against your back in a firm, almost painful grip. That way he easily turned you around, and without giving you a second to react, he joined his mouth to yours, in a rough kiss, loaded with emotion and desire. You weren't going to refuse, obviously, so one of your hands went to his hair, gently tugging on it as you felt Jack guide you to the bed you share.

your lips parted for a moment, but he wasn't going to wait, and instead he laid your body down, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck. You moaned when he sucked with some force, knowing he would leave another one of his marks there.

your legs tried to close, but he got in the way, putting his hands on your thighs to keep them apart, and rubbing his covered dick against you, drawing a moan from you that he tried to silence with a kiss.

you could feel how your pussy began to get wet little by little, as the kisses began to become more desperate, playing with your tongues, which they soon battled to dominate, with him being the winner, as always.

with agility, Jack helped you take off the top part of your clothes, being able to see your tits, to which he quickly gave his attention, putting one of your nipples in his mouth; licking, sucking, and playing with it while one of his hands went up to give attention to your other boob. Then he changed sides, overstimulating your body, making more and more of those beautiful sounds that he loves so much come out of your mouth.

once he seemed satisfied, he moved away from your tits, seeing how a thread of saliva still held him to you. The image alone was obscene, and your pussy was already soaked, waiting for him, for his attention. And soon it would happen, since after removing his own shirt, Jack helped you take off your pants, leaving you only in your wet panties. He stopped to look at you, looking from your face to your pussy, with a tense jaw and a look that you didn't know how to interpret.

Jack was anxious, eager to do so many things at the same time, and to use your body in every possible way until the frustration left his body completely.

he wants to see you full, full of him, and hear you whimper and beg for more, while your nails leave red trails on his back. 

but that would have to wait a moment, though, because after seeing the huge stain on your panties, something inside him seemed to light up, and his dick, which was already starting to ache, throbbed at the sight.

he took off his last clothes, throwing them along with the rest on the side of the bed. Then he took the place between your legs. This time, his dick could rub against your panties, and so it did. 

one of his hands grabbed his dick and began to rub your already sensitive pussy, causing you to moan weakly. Your back arched, and your hands gripped the sheets tightly, fighting to keep your sounds as quiet as possible, even though he made it so hard.

you can feel it pass close to your hole, your underwear being the only barrier. You try to move your body, but his free hand keeps you glued to the bed.

Jack is obsessed with the way your panties are turning a darker shade with each passing second, and you're so soaked that the friction began to make a sound so obscene that your cheeks began to blush. He loves knowing that he has that effect on you. He loves seeing you desperate, and hearing you say his name while you beg him to stop playing and fill you. He loves being in control, and being able to choose to play with you a little more, making you desperate, taking you to the edge, rubbing his tip against your clit, and making your wet clothes stick to your skin.

tears threaten to come out of your eyes. You don't know how long you've been wanting it, but your head is slowly starting to get dizzier and dizzier. You couldn't think about anything else, only him.

finally Jack stopped playing, pushing aside your panties, and putting his dick all the way in before you could react. You moaned his name loudly, and he didn't even make an attempt to stop it, smiling for the first time in a long time, clearly enjoying your state.

"you´re so loud, pretty” he said, enjoying your red cheeks and the way you tried to avoid his gaze, embarrassed.

but he loves that you are. Loves knowing how good you feel.

he begins to move, and from the beginning it´s rough, intense, going inside of you desperately, letting all his frustration show in the way he moves. Your hands found his back as he leaned in to kiss you, and red lines began to appear as you began to feel that familiar sensation.

the room was filled with the sound of your bodies coming together, along with the back of the bed hitting the wall. Surely someone would complain, but neither of you care at the moment.

you could feel the pressure starting to build inside you, with every movement and the way your walls welcomed him, molding to his size like every time, letting that bulge form, showing you how far he reaches inside you.

Jack had had you on the edge for a long time, and it was when he hit that special spot that your legs trembled and your mouth separated from his, whimpering as your walls clenched around his cock.

it was embarrassing, and quick, but you knew it was his fault.

that seemed to motivate him tho, and instead of letting you rest, he started moving harder, determined to get another orgasm out of you.

you were already more than overstimulated, but he wasn't going to stop, no.

he wants to leave you full of him, of his cum. He wants to fill you so many times, and get so many orgasms from you, until there´s no energy left in your bodies, as well as tension, or any negative emotion that was there before.

his mind was clouded, because of you. Because only you can help him when things go wrong, even if that means letting him use you to satisfy himself. 

you would do anything for him.

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[callivich]

Iggy Milkovich Bingo!

For @atthedugouts who wanted an Iggy themed event! 💖 Use the prompts to create something - a fic, art, meta, edit, headcanon (any sort of creations are welcome) using prompts. Or share recs! You can try to complete a line by using all the prompts for example in the top line across or one of the middle lines down. Or you can just use one prompt, or a couple/handful of prompts or all four corners - whatever you like. You can track your challenge if you want by saving the bingo card and crossing off boxes as you go. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you like, there’s no right or wrong way to create! 💖

I found this is a bit hard to do since there’s so little canon of Iggy 😬 but I hope you all find the prompts inspiring! 💖

[gangstalia]

i like the thought of seborga / romeo being so stupid yet so smart . like how he might have caught himself swung upside down from a tree and immediately started bawling like a child when he got hit once , always yapping about girls and sexy ppl or just yapping in general

but out of all his yapping, he was the only one who found Ladonia lurking 😭 seb is so good at things nobody would really expect him to, apart from flirting and stuff. (that man definitely has more exes than population) one of those things being swimming!

imagine molossia trying to act tough infront of the micronations, so he dives into the pool anc tries to act all grumpy, telling the others the water isnt even that cold and yap yap (the water is freezing.) but as hes yapping he sloooowly starts drifting towards the deep end, where his feet barely reach the floor, and as he realizes it, he panics.

hes flailing, yelling in many emotions, probably sobbing, he already lost his glasses and his hair is back down to that little wisp of un-gelled mess. . then SPLOOSH seborga is like an olympic swimmer just charging at bro 😭 the deep end is probably deep for seborga too, maybe even deeper, but he’s had to do this for his brothers too. he takes one accidental molossian punch to the face before grabbing onto his wrist and trying his best to pull the flailing micronation far far away from the 7-8 feet deep pool.

so he does, albeit struggling! then, y’know, after molossia complains about his glasses being lost (theyre probably super expensive or super cheap ones, imagine as you wish) seb just laughs and puts his towel down, getting ready to get soaked again. and get soaked he does! because he dives head first into the 7-8 foot pool area, fumbling with the glasses for a couple seconds before hooking them with a finger and pushing himself back up to the blazing Nevadan sun.

his head snaps towards the rest of the crew helping the poorly soaked micronation on a beach chair, and his smile hurts his cheeks! the rest of them kinda stare at him, like “are you crazy?” but he thrusts his arm into the air, sunglasses gripped tightly in his fist and starts swimming back closer to the gang. Going up to molossia to retrieve his glasses, he’s like “i didnt ask u to get these for me. But ty >:(” while snatching his pair.

then romeo proceeds to shake himself off onto the micronations, getting rough specks of water on everybody, much to their annoyance

how do i finish this

[tomlivingspace]

ivypool musings. i need their cat marriage to be loveless

[wernerherzogs]

no nuance ♥️

[astroadonis]

A hug that all of them deserved

[nichiperi]

[jakehal-sometimes]

Imagine jakehal. But yuri. That is all. :3

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only if it's toxic doomed android yuri. yay 💛

[koalchicine]

won’t you cut down that apple tree for me?

[cosmosnout]

Spoilers for Marineford and Wano!!

They were literally all I could think about after hearing this song.

Link to my TikTok so u can view this with the song!

[fave-fix]

disgusting.

@nopanamaman

[ryan1014n2]

On love

[dailynakaharachuuya]

(Here's a list of ideas and aus I made to [somewhat] follow! You can follow it too if you wish but no pressure!)

[kayawolfhorse]

A soft tune dances in the desert air around Grian as he gathers his leftover blocks and checks the creeper farm’s collection system one last time. It’s empty, of course, the creepers having yet to spawn in the platforms he’d built along the border high above, but the minecart seems sound on its track, and that’s enough to satisfy Grian for now. He’s already sunken hours into this thing, and he’s ready to call it quits.

The adrenaline that had carried him through much of the day dissipates further with every step Grian takes towards the base. Paired with the rapid chill that sets in soon after sunset that leaves Grian tugging his poncho tighter around his shoulders and pressing his wings further against his back, Grian’s ready to grab Scar and collapse into bed, stealing his partner’s body heat as he passes out into oblivion.

The music grows louder as Grian rounds the bend of the base. He pauses briefly at the front, casting a sweeping gaze across the sand below, before pushing open the door. Contained no longer, the notes pour out of the Sand Castle, accompanied by Scar’s humming and the clatter of dishes just barely audible underneath.

When Scar hears Grian, he turns and raises the wooden spoon in his hand in joyful greeting. “Hi, Grian!”

“Hi, Scar.” Grian steps inside and closes the door behind him. Warm torchlight and plucky music, loud enough to fill the space but not enough so to be a bother, envelopes him from all sides. “What’s all this?”

“Celebration, of course!” Scar holds up a bowl of what looks to be unmixed flour and sugar. His shirt is nowhere to be seen, brown poncho wrapped around bare shoulders, and the cheer on his face is infectious. “For that magnificent triple kill of yours earlier.”

Grian goes to object, insist that it’s Scar’s kill, or that all of this fanfare is useless, but finds himself smiling slightly instead, at the ridiculous red name who drags around bees on leads and never has his clothes on and carefully sets up the jukebox with their only music disk.

Peeling off his armor and leaving it hanging on the wall next to Scar’s, Grian walks up to the counter, where ingredients have been set out and already spilled. “Whatcha up to?”

“Making cookies! As proud as I am of us stealing BigB’s cookie, the wooden flavor isn’t to my tastes,” Scar answers with a wink. “I’ve got sugar, eggs, salt… oh, you can have chocolate, right? Since you’re a bird and all.”

Grian snorts, leaning against the crafting table. “Avian. I’m only part bird, and the chocolate intolerance doesn’t come with it.”

“Oh, good. I would’ve been willing to leave them out if I had to, but you’ve gotta admit, it would’ve been sad.” Scar nods solemnly, then grins. “Good thing we don’t have to!”

“Very good, indeed.” Grian glances around the counter. “Do you have instructions anywhere?”

“Oh, no, of course not. I’ve got it all memorized in my head!” Scar grabs the eggs and cracks one into the bowl.

With a huff, Grian says, “Well, how am I supposed to help you, then?”

Scar pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t you worry about that, it’s on me! It’s your success we’re celebrating, after all. Like not baking your own cake on your birthday, except instead of it being your birthday, you killed three people. Actually, it’s a win for both of us, now that I think about it, so how about you help me roll them out when the dough is ready?”

Laughing despite himself, Grian flashes Scar a thumbs up and sets about checking their supplies across the room. When he’s finished preparing the dough, Scar calls Grian back over, and together they shape hunks of dough into little balls, setting them upon the iron baking tray Scar had insisted on making early on. It’s coming into use now, and soon the kitchen smells of sweet, delicious cookies.

“You know, this was a great idea on my part,” Scar says through a mouthful of cookie from where he sits, back against the wall next to Grian.

Grian’s inclined to agree. “You did good, pal.”

It’s nice, just existing here for a while. The sandstone floor beneath Grian is cool, but the room is warm, especially so close to the furnaces, and even warmer is Scar’s arm where it’s pressed against his own. Grian chews slowly, deliberating the things he might say, and those he won’t. He finds that neither really matters at the moment.

Scar starts humming again, in time with the jaunty melody of ‘Cat’ that floats from the jukebox. It’s been long enough that the disk has looped a few times now.

The quiet is comfortable, and Grian lets it linger as they both finish their cookies. Eventually, though, he breaks it to ask, “D’you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I got BigB’s cookie, that’s all I wanted,” Scar responds, eyes half-closed.

Grian lightly whacks him on the knee. “You’re a red name! You need more ambition than cookies, Scar,” he scolds, mostly teasingly.

“Fine, fine!” Scar concedes with a laugh, turning towards Grian with a thoughtful look on his face. “I mostly just want to kill Bdubs and Cleo, really.”

“We can work with that! How’s a siege of the Crastle sounding?” Even through the drowsiness, ideas start to swirl in Grian’s mind. “I’m talking infiltration, TNT cannons, the whole shabang.”

“Oh, a man after my own heart.” Scar places his hand on his heart in a mock-swoon. “Will we have enough TNT for it?”

“I just set up a creeper farm,” Grian reminds him. “Truthfully, I’ve been itching to set up a cannon for days. If the farm works out, we’ll have plenty of gunpowder for all the TNT we want.”

“I am glad you’re on my side, let me tell you.” Scar smiles at him, scheming, mischievous, and Grian gives him one in return. He’s glad he’s on Scar’s side, too, a confession he’ll take to his inevitable grave.

The music disk is retired to a chest next to the jukebox, the non-essential torches extinguished for the night. Together Grian and Scar clean up the mess made in the kitchen and head for their bed, with its cheerful yellow blanket and grains of sand Grian can’t quite fully shake out of it. Scar’s warm as he lays beside Grian, and warmer still when he pulls him close, Grian throwing a wing over them both.

Tomorrow, they siege the Crastle. Tonight, Grian’s content to sink under the covers and curl closer to Scar, drifting off to the melody that still dances in his mind, consciousness fading to a soft, pleasant black.

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[scritzar]

Guys he was just feeling a little silly goofy

This was meant to be a doodle but I just kept going and suddenly I blinked and had a full fledged painting