#but if i'm drawing to relax or unwind or even to try and get my brain unstuck from writer's block

[practically-an-x-man]

For the random asks. I know you're a traditional artist and draw mostly animals as far as I know. But do you think you'd ever draw something based off your fics? I'm not sure what but plenty of people design covers for their fanfics. Would you ever attempt small edits? Like maybe using photopea (free browser photoshop) or are you perfectly fine just sticking with traditional? /gen

oh interesting! let me think on this one...

So yes, you're right that I'm a traditional artist, and you're right that I mostly use animals as reference for my realism pieces. I've done a teeny tiny bit of digital art too (namely, I did a cool Venom wallpaper for my old laptop, and sadly I do not still have a picture unless I scroll wayyy down my Facebook or something) but overall I find traditional art more comfortable

I've drawn my fair share of fanart too (hell, my banner is fanart, and in terms of original compositions I've done a few tattoo designs and at least one Good Omens piece), and when I was younger I would draw some of my characters. In my old sketchbook I believe I have drawings of a few old OCs - funny enough, the OCs survived (though they're ones I haven't written about yet), but they've gone through a bit of refinement. I've even done a picture of one of my OC's pets, since he's a species I completely made up and I figured a visual would be useful. I'd like to redraw that one, actually.

I suppose if I needed to, I'd be comfortable with little edits. I've used Photoshop before and I know the basics, but I'd definitely feel more comfortable sticking to traditional art. I don't think I'd necessarily make covers for my fics, but idk, if I ever need inspiration or art references you might see drawings of my OCs' faceclaims or canon characters in the movie or show.

The biggest hurdle for me drawing content from my fics is that I can only draw human beings effectively if they're full realism with a reference.... which means I can't really draw a scene from a fic I made up, especially without faceclaims for most of my characters.

And idk, I feel like whatever I draw isn't going to match up to the imagination of the scene from the writing itself, so I don't want to risk that and taint the image in my mind. If I spend hours drawing a scene, the drawing is then always going to be associated with that scene, and it's never going to have the same realism in my head again. it's hard to explain.

[venusacrossthestars]

sharp or dull

pairing- Lando Norris x fem!reader

summary- Lando has begged you to stream with him, you will on one condition- it has to be an ASMR stream

wc- 1.7k

a/n: I wrote this in one sitting bc I cooked this up as a nighttime scenario, because I am an ASMR hoe, hope you enjoy! I also tried something a little new, I added the 'chat' section of the stream, you'll see what I mean. idk if I'm a fan of it or not.

f1 masterlist

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or better yet known as ASMR, had taken TikTok, YouTube, and nearly every other social media platform by storm. To you, ASMR was a calming and relaxing way to unwind after a long day. And as an ASMR-artist you were constantly trying to find new ways to bring that experience to your viewers

Lando, however, could never understand the appeal of ASMR. He didn’t find it relaxing, calming, or anything of the sorts. He much preferred to fall asleep in pure silence, maybe the sound of a fan once in a while. While he didn’t understand it that didn’t mean he didn’t support you and your ‘art’. 

“Babeeee,” Lando whined. 

“What?” 

“Stream with me, pleaseeeee.” 

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. Lando had been begging you for days to with him. Why? Well, when you asked him his exact words were, “Because I get lonely.”  And while you loved Lando, sitting there while he played whatever random game he could find just to keep him company, did not sound appealing. 

“Landoooo,” you draw out in response to his whining. 

“Baby please,” he begs again, “I’ll even let you choose what we do, I swear.” 

A lightbulb goes off in your head. “Anything?” 

“Yes?” He replies, curious to your response. 

Your face breaks out into a grin, “And you promise you’ll do it.” 

Lando takes a big gulp, “What are you planning woman?” 

“Promise?” You hold out your pinky and shake it at him, awaiting his answer. 

He takes your pinky in his, “Promise.” 

Its a week later when Lando is finally able to stream and you couldn’t be more excited. You still haven’t told your boyfriend of your plans. 

“Babe, what are we doing? I need to know so I can set up.” 

“Don’t worry about setting any of your games up. We are going to be doing something else,” You tell him. 

Lando shoots you a confused look, “Care to let me in that pretty head of yours.” 

You giggle, “Well since you said we can do anything of my choosing we will being doing an ASMR stream!” You throw out your hands excitedly. 

Lando looks less than thrilled, “No.” He says flatly. “I meant like you could pick out the game or a challenge. I am not doing ASMR.” 

“You should’ve specified the terms then Norris. And if I am remembering correctly you pinky promised on ‘anything’, can’t go back on that.” 

“Babe I'm not doing ASMR.” 

“Fine then you can stream by yourself.” You cross your arms across your chest and give Lando a pointed look, you were not backing down. 

“No.” 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything! I would be doing all of it!” 

“No.” 

“Not even a head massage?” 

“No.” 

“Not even sharp or dull?” 

This is when you know you have him hooked. Lando can tell everyone that he doesn’t care for ASMR, that he doesn’t find it relaxing, all that jazz. But you know something they don’t. You know that this man is a sucker for the ‘sharp or dull’ genre of ASMR, and since Lando has sworn you to secrecy you were unable to share this juicy piece of information with the world. 

“... fine, I am only doing this because I love you.” 

As Lando was setting up the stream you were busy gathering your supplies that were spewed about Lando’s streaming room, which at times doubled as your recording studio when you filmed for your YouTube channel. 

Lando went live, muting his mic while being black-screened. You could see the comments flooding the chat:

landonorizzzzzzz- LANDO STREAMMMMMMM pizzaparty124003- about time!! we were in a drought! carlando4lifeeee- HE”S BACK FROM WARRRRR justaninchident- WE CAN”T SEE YOU papayaboyzzz- LANDOOOOOOOOO

Lando unmutes his mic, “I know you can’t see me chat.” 

You whack his arm, “Lando, be nice.” 

carlando4lifeeee- IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS???? landoandy/naremyparents- MOTHER IS HERE justaninchident- DEFEND ME MOTHER PLEASEEEEE sofishdicatedaf- OMG WE ARE GETTING A Y/N AND LANDO STREAM??

Lando finally turns on the camera and chat continues to lose their mind, “Yes chat, Y/N is here.” 

You wave at the camera, “Hiiiiiii!” 

“Do you want to tell them what we are doing today or do want me?” 

“I can tell them. Chat, today we are doing something I am a literal professional at.” Lando rolls his eyes, “Don’t roll your eyes at me mister, you begged me for a literal week to stream with you.” 

landoandy/naremyparents- HE BEGGED HER TO STREAM WITH HIM?!?!!  y/nismymotherfrfr- RELATIONSHIP GOALS papayaboyzzz- lol simppppppp

You glance at chat, laughing at their reaction, “Yes, he’s been begging for me to do this for a long time! I only agreed once he pinky promised that we could do whatever I want. And I chose,” you pause in suspense, “to do ASMR on my lovely boyfriend.” 

“Yay,” Lando says enthusiastically. 

“Stop. You are going to love it.” 

“If you insist.” 

You launch into explanation, “So as some of you know I run an ASMR account on YouTube and TikTok and today I’ll be doing a couple different ‘triggers’ on Lando.” 

“A couple? I only agreed to one,” he interrupts you. You shoot Lando a pleading look and it takes only a few seconds before he is admitting defeat. “Fine, only a couple though.” He glances at the screen where the chat is displayed, “Call me a simp all you want, at least I have a girlfriend to simp over.” 

“Chat, don’t mind him, he only found out what I wanted to do like 20 minutes ago. But as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted is that I’ll be doing a couple different ‘triggers’ that are pretty popular amongst my audience such as- sharp or dull, head massage, hair brushing.” 

After your explanation you get up from your seat and gather your supplies as Lando messes with the camera and mic. 

“Lan, can you scooch back just a tad?”

“Hmm? Oh, of course baby.” 

“Thank you,” you give him a small kiss on the crown of his head.

“So I am going to start of with the head massage and hair brushing first,” you explain to chat, moving to speak in your softer, slower tone that you use while filming, “Then for the grand finale I’ll do the sharp or dull.” 

Lando always turned to putty when you played with his hair, you weren’t expecting this to be any different, well minus the fact that a bunch of fans were watching. At first you weren’t sure if the mic was even picking up on any of noise but one quick glance at chat seemed that they were all enjoying it. For multiple reasons, you were sure of it. 

After five-or-so minutes of head scratching you decide to check in on your completely silent boyfriend. “Still doing okay baby?” You ask, voice nearly a whisper. 

“Yeah, I’m doing great,” Lando response at full Lando volume. 

papayaboyzzz- MY EARSSSSSS sofishdicatedaf- tell me why I had my volume all the way up and this man decided to talk FULL VOLUME WHAT THE HELL LANDO ass-mr- this man has no idea how to asmr asmrismycrack- no bc why? his gf is literally an asmr PRO

You chuckle at the comments, “Baby you have to be quiet.” 

“What? Why?” He turns around, looking at you confused. 

“Because having people talk loudly, or practically screaming in your case, isn’t really relaxing to listen to.” 

“Oh, sorry,” Lando drops his voice to a much quieter tone, giving you a sheepish smile. 

“That’s okay baby.”

You go move through a couple other triggers, and around the 20-minute mark you decided to wrap things up, “Ok, since I don’t want to bore all of you we are going to move onto the sharp or dull. Then, I don’t know, maybe a Q and A or something.” 

Once again you explain the sharp or dull concept to Lando and the chat, “By the way chat this is Lando’s favorite genre.” 

“Lies, I don’t watch ASMR.” 

“You’re the only one telling lies. You love sharp or dull ASMR, it’s the only one you watch.” 

“Babeeee,” Lando whines, “You were sworn to secrecy.” 

You shrug your shoulders, “Whoops.” 

“Now no one will think I’m cool.” 

“I don’t think you needed any help with that.” Lando looks at you offend that you would say such a thing, you grab his head and turn his face back to the camera. “Okay close your eyes and tell me if this is sharp or dull,” 

You alternate between poking Lando's face with the Q-tip or the toothpick that you have in your hand. Lando gets every guess correct but as you go on you can tell by how his voice gets quieter that he is getting more and more tired. Maybe doing this stream late at night wasn't the best idea. 

“Ok, I think that’s enough.” 

Lando groans at his cut off, “Chat I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” 

You giggle at his sleepiness, “Next time we can do something you want, but for now I think it’s time for bed.”

Lando hums in agreement, “Goodnight everyone! Thanks for tunning in!” 

You wave at the camera, “Goodnight!!” 

Lando shuts down the stream along with his PC and slumps in his chair, “What did you do to me. I’m ready to pass out.” 

“It’s the magic of ASMR.” 

“Fine, I guess it was the magic of ASMR,” Lando sighs out.

“Does that mean you like it now?” You ask, pulling him out of his chair. 

Lando collapses against you, his arms wrap around you as the two of you waddle towards the bathroom. “I only like it when you do it. That’s it.” 

“I’ll take it.” 

The two of you brush your teeth in silence, you watch as Lando can barely keep his eyes open. His sleepiness at your ASMR was a compliment in the highest regards. Lando reattaches himself to your back as you make your way into your shared bedroom. 

As you climb under the covers and reposition yourself in Lando’s arms you can feel his breathing steady out. 

“Babe?” He whispers. 

“Lan?” 

“You meant what you said?” 

“Meant what?” 

“That we could do whatever I want next time you come and stream with me?” 

“Well, anything within reason.” 

“Promise,” Lando wiggles his pinky.

“Promise,” you whisper back, interlocking his pinky with yours.

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[gaybananabread]

⌁₊˚⊹ Jay's Silly Moods⊹˚₊⌁

(Art this is based off of)

Definitely getting back into Ninjago… Halfway through drawing this, I got a very strong urge to write a self-indulgent fic. These goobers are slowly regaining their vice grip on my brain. I might be getting to the “Requested When Shit Was Closed” prompts soon, but big possibility. Back on task, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Jay

Ler: Cole

Summary: Jay’s been zapping his shipmates, sneaking in quick pokes and shockingly ticklish squeezes whenever he can. While it isn't his intention, most of those are aimed at Cole. Sick of the surprise jolts, the Earth ninja has a little vengeful fun of his own.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

The ninja were peacefully relaxing on the couch, trying to unwind after a long day of battles and villain encounters. Cole was listening to music, the faint sounds of “dad rock” coming through his headphones as he rested his arms behind his head. Zane was messing around with his circuitry, and Kai was sprawled out, trying to nap. 

The only one not lazing around was Jay; he had a much more mischievous way of cooling down in mind. 

Sneaking up near the couch, he positioned himself right behind the relaxed Cole. Not wasting another second, he sent a very small amount of electricity to his finger tips, tasing Cole's sides before taking off. The rocky boy jolted out of his trance, a surprised laugh flying from his lips as his arms came crashing down.

“GYAH! W-whahat the hell?” When he turned around to his perpetrator, though, all he saw was a streak of blue disappear around the corner. “Zappy jerk…”

Zane chuckled, shaking his head before resuming his tinkering. Kai was still snoozing, oblivious to the world. With a huff, Cole lowered his arms, not wanting to risk another attack before relaxing again. Damn Jay's silly moods…

-

The whole rest of that week was full of little pokes, squeezes and zaps from the blue ninja. Whenever anyone even thought of letting their guard down, he'd be there, disappearing the moment they tried to retaliate or catch him.

Most of the team just ignored it, used to his silly behavior. Sure, it was a little annoying sometimes, but it was all in good fun. Everyone was fine with that.

Everyone except Cole.

While he loves his friend's quirks, the constant tickling was getting on his nerves. The guy wore tank-tops daily; it wasn't exactly hard for Jay to get him.

But he had a plan. One that would surely keep Jay off his back, or at least for a little while. So, sitting on the couch and sprawling out, he waited for the inevitable pokes that would seal his fellow ninja's fate.

-

Jay snickered as he saw his rocky friend, sprawled out and relaxing on the couch. It was too easy! He should have been suspicious, but the brain goblins were overpowering his rationality with mischief.

Creeping over to the couch, he sent small sparks to his fingers. Just a little closer…wait is he smili-

“GOTCHA!”

Before Jay could even think to run, Cole shot his hands upward, latching onto the sparky boy’s wrists and flipping him over the couch. Cole was careful not to hurt him, though the shriek Jay let out surely did some hearing damage. 

He was pinned in seconds, stuck lying on his stomach with a rather intimidating man on his waist. Whatever his friend was gonna do, he literally couldn't see it coming.

Anticipatory giggles bubbled past Jay's lips, his eyes wide and giddy-looking. “C-Cole, wait! Lehet's talk about thihihis!”

Cracking his neck, Cole smirked down at his fellow ninja. “Neh, I'm good. Actions have consequences, Jay..”

Without another word, Cole dug into the sparky boy's sides, squeezing the sensitive skin. He was done with Jay's shit; it was payback time.

“Nohohoho! Cohome on, thihihis ihis mehehean!” The brat tried to wriggle out of the hold, but Cole's hands were just out of reach. The position he was in was evil: Who pins people on their stomach?!

“You know what's mean? Poking your friends when they're trying to get stuff done. I'd say you deserve this, wouldn’t you?” He smirked, scritching little lightning bolts on his sides. It was silly, sure, but he kinda asked for it.

Jay kicked his feet behind Cole, trying anything to make things tickle less. It was a fruitless effort, though: he was stuck. 

“Plehehease! Ihit’s nohohot fahair!” His giggling sounded whiny, like a child throwing a tantrum.

Cole scoffed and rolled his eyes. He wants to see unfair? Cole’ll show him unfair…

Snickering, he moved up to the zappy boy’s ribs, digging in and wiggling his fingers between each bone. That should kill him.

“C-Cohohole! Grk- NOHOhohot thehere! I'M SOHAHARRY! NYAHAHAHA!” Jay lost it when Cole dug into his ribs, loud belly laughter quickly replacing his giggles. Little snorts and squeaks flowed with the laughter, only adding to the mild chaos.

“Hmhmph. Sparky brat…” Cole just chuckled smugly, continuing to torment his fellow ninja. Besides the payback, his cute reactions were well worth it.

Thrashing wildly, Jay laughed his ass off, the tickling on his worst spot driving him insane. “P-PLEHEASE! COHOHOLE! I CAHAHAN’T-” He patted his hand, palm flat against the floor. 

The moment Cole saw the tapping-out, he knew it was time to quit. Pulling his hands away, he climbed off Jay. The giggly boy immediately curled up in a ball, tickle-drunk and giddy. 

“You alive, sparky?” Cole asked while rubbing Jay's back, trying to calm him down. There was an air of humor in his tone, but he was trying to be nice.

Jay tried to catch his breath, his cheeks flush and his nerves buzzing. “F-fuhuck youhuhu…”

“Alright, alright. I'm done being mean.” Snorting, Cole pulled his friend up into a hug. It was clear he enjoyed the short bout of being tickled, the agitation just a facade.“Next time, try just asking for what you want, okay? I'd be happy to help~”

Blushing heavily, Jay whined, though he did relax into the hug. It was warm, nice, and calming after all the laughter. Muttering something under his breath, Jay leaned his head against Cole's chest. If he wanted to be mean, the rocky boy was gonna be a pillow.

Cole lifted him up with a huff, carrying the lightning ninja to their beds. He laid him down, cuddling up next to him and pulling a blanket over them both. It wasn't a rare sight: the ninja saw some things on missions, and physical contact helped keep them calm.

It was ten o’clock: not the latest for them, but good enough to doze off. Cole closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of his fellow ninja and the happy air in the room. Yeah, he could get used to Jay's goofy moods…

[vynnytypesstuff]

Hello! Im here for a request if you dont mind, i loved the platonic stuff you wrote for lmk and wanted to request a platonic drabble with Sun Wukong and Macaque. If you don’t do that then can i get some headcanons? Enjoy your vacation!!

꒰୨୧﹒Lego Monkie Kid - Platonic Drabbles for Sun Wukong and Macaque

Ngl I had fun writing this request. I think I favor writing platonic stuff lmao

Thanks for your patience and here you go <33

Warnings: None

Sun Wukong

(Word Count: 430)

[Name] yawned, stretching their arms outwards as they laid on their back against the firm mattress of Wukong's couch. With the long week they've had to deal with, a lazy Sunday was the exact crowning jewel they needed to kick back and unwind, and what better way to spend them than with one of your closest friends?

Resisting the urge to let their exhaustion coax them into slumber, [Name] turned over onto their side, curious to see what Wukong had been up to during the time they had been staring at the ceiling. The Monkey King had been seated on the floor, surprisingly too focused on whatever task he was trying to complete to respond to [Name]'s movements. Upon closer inspection, in front of him was a piece of paper with art supplies scattered around him.

[Name] blinked, "since when do you draw?"

That seemed to be enough to grab Wukong's attention. "Uh, since always? Didn't I tell you this before?"

"Yeah, but… I kind of figured you were bluffing."

Wukong looked at them with false offense, sputtering in exaggeration, as if he were actually upset by that comment. "Wha- I'm shocked! Offended, even! I have my hidden talents you know. See for yourself!"

Reluctantly, [Name] rolled off the couch to get a look at Wukong's supposed masterpiece. A lingering part of them still expected to see a humorous assortment of scribbles, yet they were completely blown away once they witnessed his scarily realistic and accurate depiction of Flower Fruit Mountain, fully sketched down to it's finest details. It even had Wukong's little monkeys companions, who's sketched counterparts were scurrying around the mountain.

"How is your work not on display in a museum?!" [Name] exclaimed questioningly. They felt a little guilty about underestimating Wukong's artistic talents. They just weren't expecting him to be insanely good.

"Stage fright, or something," Wukong nonchalantly shrugged.

"Or maybe being the Monkey King is just a cover for your true identity as an artist," They mused. "I can't believe you've had a secret identity all this time and you didn't tell me."

He laughed, deciding to play along with the joke. "Caught me red-handed! And if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret."

Their exchange of friendly banter went on for quite some time before [Name] finally decided to abandon their original Sunday plans of having an intense ceiling-staring session, choosing to watch Wukong color his work before grabbing a piece of paper for themself and joining him in his makeshift "art studio." Overall, it was the perfect close to a weekend of relaxation.

Macaque

(Word Count: 446)

"'Come hiking with me' you said. 'It'll be worth it' you said," a muttered complaint spilled into the air, courtesy of [Name]. Macaque and [Name] had been hiking the same mountain for a little over an hour. The rugged terrain combined with the narrow twists and turns of the trail wasn't helping with [Name]'s growing exhaustion. "It feels like we've been at this for ages! How much further until we're there?"

Macaque's voice rumbled in a soft, fond chuckle, clearly finding amusement in his friend's whining. "Relax, we're almost there. Besides, I meant what I said. You'll be thanking me once we've reached the top. Would I lie to you?"

[Name] opened their mouth to respond, but Macaque beat them to the punch with a quick "don't answer that."

Thankfully, Macaque had been truthful. A mere ten minutes after that small exchange, they had finally reached their final destination. It was the height of the Spring season, so despite the gentle chill of the flowing breeze hitting their skin, the weather was warm and comfortable. The view itself was breathtaking. The natural assortment of flora below them shone vibrantly against the sunlight, resembling the picturesque nature of a meticulously painted landscape.

The awed look on [Name]'s face didn't escape Macaque's gaze. "Told you it would be worth it." He grinned, finding a spot near the mountain's edge to sit down. "Honestly, even I forgot how beautiful the view was from up here."

"You haven't been here recently?"

Macaque shook his head in answer. "I used to come up here all the time with an old friend, so it just brings up a lot of memories, you know?" Perhaps [Name] was imagining it, but it almost sounded like there was a hint of sadness in his voice. They chose not to question it, instead letting him continue. "I wasn't sure how I'd feel about coming up here again."

'It's part of the reason I invited you,' a sudden thought that went unspoken. That was a little too vulnerable for his tastes.

[Name] walked over to where he was sat and settled next to him. They didn't speak after that, instead choosing to take in the view in comfortable silence. There was nothing awkward about it. Believe it or not, Macaque wasn't always the most talkative, so having someone he could sit with in silence was a pleasant change of pace.

Time passed, with [Name] being the one to break the silence. "Thanks for inviting me, this was actually pretty nice."

"Glad you like it. Does that mean you'll stop bugging me by asking 'are we there yet' every time we climb up here?"

"Don't count on it."

[anxious-witch]

I loved the previous anon's ask about poly!JO💚 so my prompt is a drunk cuddle puddle, bonus if you can include Jan's sparklative

Anon, I know this has been a long wait, but I did finally get to your request! It ended up more emotional than I planned, but there is a cuddle puddle and lots of Jure appreciation.

Also before anyone asks, the bit about Jure's dad I made up, it's not based on anything, I just needed to give him some angst. It's how I show my love.

TW for past emotionally abusive parent

It was just a regular movie night. They spread out the big couch in the living room, which could still barely fit five grown men. But they managed.

There was alcohol, too although it wasn't required. It had just been a lot of touring lately and they all need a bit of unwinding with a random shitty movie and a bit of alcohol.

Jure couldn't even tell what exactly they were watching. Some comedy? He couldn't find it in himself to pay attention.

He was nestled between Bojan and Jan, right in the middle of all of them. Kris was on Bojan's end of the couch, while Nace took Jan's side. Bojan was holding his hand and drawing circles into his palm, while his head was on leaning Kris' shoulder.

Jan's arm was wrapoed around him waist and Nace was playing with his hair on the other side. It was comfortable. Familiar.

So why couldn't Jure relax?

He knew why. His phone lay on the coffee table innocently for anyone else, but for Jure he felt as if it loomed over him menacingly. There was an unanswered text message from his father, with a simple: Call me.

For most, while that could be a bit alarming, it wasn't the world ending message. Except Jure wasn't in contact with his father in years, with the exception of little tidbits his mother shared.

And it seemed his father gave up on trying to contact him. Until now. So what changed?

He drank more than he usually would for a movie night, but fear spurred him on and Jure hoped it would make it better. Which led him to now.

He didn't feel better.

"Will there be a day where you don't get into some kind of trouble?! I am so sick of you! No one will take this type of shit too long, do you hear me? If you don't start behaving, everyone will get sick of you!"

Was Jure just waiting for the inevitable? It was hard to get four boyfriends to get sick of him, but then again he was always known for making trouble. If someone could do it, it was him.

He didn't want that, though. He felt the sting of tears at the mere though of them leaving him. Where would he go? Who would he be without them?

Alcohol only served to bring his emotions out on the surface. His vision blurred as he stared, unseeing, to the tv.

"Jurček," Bojan whispered, suddenly touching his shoulder, "Jurček, hey, are you crying?"

Oh. He was. Jure covered up his face with his hands, as if he could push the tears back. Or at least hide them.

Unfortunately, Bojan never learned how to whisper particularly quietly.

"What's going on?" Jan asked, and Jure could feel him shift to look at him.

He tried to shake his head, to say nothing, but words got stuck in his throat.

"Kris, stop the movie. Jure is crying."

"I'm fine," he managed to choke out.

It seemed that that made everyone freeze for a second. Then he heard Kris swear quietly and reach for the remote.

Jan pulled him closer to his side, and Bojan nuzzled into his neck to his right side. Then Nace took a hold of his wrists.

He must have shuffled to the front of the couch. He was gently pulling Jure's hands away from his face. Jure put in a bit of resistance, but he knew that sooner or later, he'd lose that fight.

So he let him pull his hands away and simply stared at his lap. Kris pushed in between Bojan and Nace into the circle that suddenly surrounded Jure. He reached out to wipe his tears with a tissue.

"What happened?" Nace asked, his voice soft.

Jure shrugged.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie," Kris chastised him, even if he tried to keep his voice gentle.

Jan began combing his fingers through Jure's hair. It was soothing. And comfortable.

"My father told me to call him."

Bojan tensed where he was curled up beside him. Nace and Jan exchanged a look and even Kris' mouth turned into a straight line.

"I just-nothing else happened. I didn't even call him yet, but I have no idea what he might want. But then I started remembering how he used to say everyone would eventually get sick of me the way he did and-and I-"

He interrupted himself with a sob. Then suddenly, they all surrounded him and he found himself in the middle of a group hug. He clung to them, even though he wasn't sure exactly who he was clinging on to.

It took him a bit to calm his sobs for long enough to finish his sentence. And for them to slowly release him from the all-encompassing hug.

"I don't want you to get sick of me."

Bojan narrowed him eyes and before Jure could even think to react, pounced on him. Jure yelped as they fell down on the couch, now lying down.

For someone so short, Bojan was stronger than he looked like. It was easy to forget sometimes.

"We. Could. Never. Ever. Get. Sick. Of. You," Bojan emphasized each word with a kiss on his face, until Jure could help but giggle through his tears.

Nace chuckled in the background, before Kris gently pulled Bojan back.

"Com'on now. Don't hog him. And we need to finish this conversation first."

Jan helped pull Jure up to sit again and immediately curled his hand around his waist protectively.

"Jure," Kris said, voice serious, "you know you don't owe him anything, right? You don't have to call him. Or reply. It's your choice of course but-"

"But calling him and risking your mental health for that asshole would be a stupid idea," Jan interrupted sharply.

Kris rolled his eyes at him before turning his attention back to Jure. He held uncharacteristically soft look on his face.

"Not how I would have phrased it, but essentially, yes. It's your choice and we'd support you either way, but we also don't want to see you hurt."

Jure nodded. He wasn't sure. He didn't want to call him, but what if it was urgent? What if it was important?

"Can I just...can we just cuddle? And I can decide tomorrow?"

"Of course," Nace said, leaning in to his his forehead.

They formed a cuddle pile, making sure they were all somehow touching Jure this time. We was quite a feat on the couch, but they managed.

Bojan was lying with his head on Jure's chest, and Kris had his arm over both of them. Jan had his legs wrapped around Jure's and his head was resting in Nace's lap. While Nace had his hand in Jure's hair, stroking it gently.

"We love you, you know that, right?" Bojan asked, looking up at him, "And we will never get tired of you."

Jure pressed a kiss on top of his head.

"Thank you."

"Obviously," Kris said deadpan, "I mean, Bojan is much more annoying and we manage him too, so."

There was an eruption of laughter from everyone but Bojan, who loudly said: "Hey! Rude!"

Which caused further bickering and teasing, that quickly drowned out most of what remained of Jure's somber mood.

Jure smiled softly. He knew that whatever he decided, they would be there for him. And really, how much trouble could he get into, with that much support?

He took another look at them, Kris and Bojan deep into the bickering while Nace was laughing. Jan met his eyes and squeezed his shoulder.

Well. Perhaps there would be trouble. But this time, at least he wouldn't be alone in it. With that, he made himself more comfortable and closed his eyes. Everything would be alright.

[spectrechosts]

Hell's Belles - Chapter 3

Relaxing and studying sin.

Full Series

"This feels so good…" Grezayla sighed, relaxed.

"I'm glad you like it, little lamb."

"Can… Can I put it in my mouth?"

Lilith rolled her eyes. "Yes, you can eat the lava." She said.

"Just remember to shapeshift it out of you if you swallow it." Tinixi added. "You don't want it to pass through the normal way once it's cooled into a rock."

"Mmmf." Grezayla said, nodding, her voice muffled by the handful of lava she had already shoveled into her mouth.

The lava spas in the lower levels of Lilith's palace were a perfect spot for her to unwind from the stresses of her job, and for her concubines to lounge about in comfort as they pleased. She lay on the surface of the pool, letting its warmth seep into her bones.

"Flash card!" Azaerixia shouted, holding a crude drawing up to Grezayla, who drooled her mouthful of lava out over herself.

"That's a…" Grezayla squinted. "What way is the one on top facing?"

"Oh! Hang on!" Azaerixia said, quickly scribbling hair onto the figure to make it clearer, before holding it up again.

"Reverse cowgirl."

"Correct!" She said, and flopped back down to draw another scene.

"That tasted worse than I expected."

"Did you think molten rock would taste good?"

"Maybe." Grezayla said evasively, scooping more lava onto herself. "I certainly didn't expect it to be comfy, but here we are."

"Watch you don't pile so much on that you sink, Vasselli did that once and it took us a week to find her." Said Tinixi.

"Oh my god, was she okay?" Grezayla asked, and Lilith snorted.

"She was fine. She told us to put her back in, said it was the best nap she'd had in centuries."

"She got sent to Sloth for a few months so they could investigate, apparently none of them had ever thought of it. Got a big soul payout for her 'innovations in the field of napping' when she was done."

"Wow. Must've been some nap."

"Transformation check!" Azaerixia shouted, pointing at Grezayla. "Grow your tongue out to bellybutton length!"

Grezayla grew her tongue out, and out, and out, overshooting her mark before managing to reel it all back in to normal length.

"Dammit!" She huffed.

"You're too focused on the growing." Lilith said, without looking up. "Don't try to make your tongue bigger and then stop, just envision how long you want it to be. You'll get it."

"You can undo it on your own now though, that's good progress!" Azaerixia chirped, and Lilith and Tinixi echoed her praise.

Grezayla shifted her position, dragging an arm out of the pool with some effort.

"I don't know if I could sleep in this." She said, wiggling her fingers. "It'd be too heavy, I like to be able to move around."

"It's not for everyone."

"FLASH CARD!"

"Already? Uhh, standing full nelson."

"Correct! You're getting good at these!"

"I must say, this isn't how I would teach someone sex positions, Azzy."

"No, no, it's effective." Grezayla insisted. "It's the names that trip me up."

Lilith shrugged. "To each their own."

"FLASH CAAARD!"

"How are you drawing these so fast? Doggy."

"Correct! And now that you bring up dogs-"

"Oh, hon…" Tinixi sighed.

"Azzy, dearest, you have to let it go." Lilith said softly.

"I will not! There has to be some way I can keep a dog down here."

"Unless you can communicate with one and get it to agree to give you it's soul, there really is not."

"But why!? Why do they all go to heaven?"

"I don't think it's that they all go to heaven so much as none of them go to hell." Grezayla said.

"Why not?! There has to be at least one sinful dog out there!"

"No, because like, animals don't have the capacity to sin. Only humans."

"Cats can sin." Tinixi said. "They learned how like, a couple hundred years back."

"What?"

"Cats can sin." Azaerixia agreed, nodding.

"That- No they can't. That doesn't even make sense."

"I don't know what to tell you, they're definitely down here. They have the capacity to know they're doing something sinful and do it anyway." Tinixi said, shrugging.

"What. But-"

"You want something that'll really confuse you, little lamb?" Lilith asked, smiling smugly. "So only humans can sin, because you're descended from Eve, who ate the fruit of knowledge and in doing so learned ~right from wrong~, and thus the capacity to sin, yes?"

"Yes?"

"Okay." Lilith said, showing her teeth. "Explain why I'm in hell."

Grezayla thought for a moment, narrowing her eyes.

"Wait, why-"

"Uh-huh."

"Because you aren't-"

"Uh-huh."

"And you didn't eat-"

"Nope."

Grezayla put her hands to her temples.

"What the fuck."

"Sorry little lamb, but the old man just throws whatever he feels like down here. No rhyme or reason to it." Lilith said, relaxing back into the lava.

"So…. Maybe dogs eventually?" Azaerixia asked, hopeful.

"Maybe. Eventually."

"Yesssss. Also flash card."

"I don't understand what I'm looking at."

"Okay, so these two are staying perfectly still after putting the dick in, and this one is jumping on the bed they're all on-"

[reikunrei]

Uhhh can I get Sfw 2 and 11 and Nsfw 1 and 4 for creelclark <3

oh boy let's see if we can figure out what my version of creelarke is like with these ghsjdfkd thank you!!!

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

i feel like they're both pretty clean but scott is much more of like. a normal level of clean. like he has some light clutter, maybe gets class test papers strewn about when he's grading, maybe accidentally lets plates stack up in the sink for a few days, but more or less, he's a pretty tidy person. like nothing is a mess, necessarily, but he's not way over the top in his organization. he's an average joe! if anything, he might be slightly more organized than your average person, what with being a teacher and having to clean up after middle schoolers, but also his hobby of making miniatures requires some level of tight organization!

henry i'm not entirely sure about! i think growing up, his household was relatively strict, and he was allowed to have a tiny bit of normal kid clutter and mess, but when his mom wanted it cleaned up, it had to be cleaned up instantly, and it couldn't be half-assed either. no shoving things under the bed or tucking it far back on a shelf, it has to be properly tidy. and then at the lab, he didn't really have anything to keep clean because... he didn't have anything. so i think when he's living with scott, he maybe doesn't entirely know how to regulate his tidiness? like, he's either 100% spotless, to the point that scott has to tell him it's okay to loosen up a bit, or a mess is created and he doesn't know how to fix it so it just gets worse and worse for a little while until he can actually break it down into baby steps. that never lasts for more than a day though. he seems like the kind of guy that, after his upbringing and his time at the lab, any sort of major clutter totally wigs him out.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

oooh this has my brain ticking a bit... my gut instinct is that they're both shower guys. they prefer showers, it's easier, it's faster, it's simply a task they're trying to complete every day, or every other day.

however, i just got incredibly giddy (and a little sad) about the idea of henry never really having the experience of indulging in a relaxing bubble bath. like, not a bath to make himself clean, but as a way to unwind and just chill for 30 minutes or until the water gets too cold and his fingers prune. scott seems like the kind of man to set aside one day a month or something where he draws a hot bath with some nice scented bubble bath and maybe lights some candles and reads a book (very karen wheeler of him, yes). so when henry divulges that he's never really done that before, scott makes a whole thing out of it, even going out to get specific bubble bath and candles that henry likes the scent of. he makes sure henry has a book to read and maybe even a little glass of wine if he feels so inclined.

i could totally see henry being unsure at first. not because he's put off by it, but because he's sort of like "and i'm just... allowed to relax in here without worrying about getting clean?" and scott's like, yessir!! in the end, henry has a great time and ends up making baths a regular thing when he's not in a rush. and i imagine he and scott have nice baths together sometimes, but they're both a little too lanky for it to be an easy thing every time :p

and i'll put the notsfw ones under the cut!!

1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

as much as i want these 40 year old men to fuck nasty all the time, i think it would be really funny if they were the kind of couple to like. schedule their sex. "not on a school night, henry!" that's not to say they don't have spontaneous sex whenever the mood hits, or get a little handsy (or mouth-y) from time to time, but it's more like they want to make a moment out of it, to make sure they have time to do whatever they want, so they set aside hours to be able to do it without being cut short or rushed. in the end, i think they're relatively intimate with one another. like, several times a week, but a decent session of love-making is always marked off on the calendar first.

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

the first place that jumped to mind is in scott's garage where his little miniature set is LMAO. putting on quite the show for all the little soldiers!! the first time it happens, scott's a little nervous about it because he doesn't want to break anything and certainly doesn't want to end up making a mess, but ultimately he finds it quite endearing when henry corners him in there and asks for a handy

[kanisema-blog]

Love Bet

Chapter 10

I sat at my desk, deeply engrossed in the blueprint draft for Felix's mansion. The drawing tablet beneath my hand felt like an extension of my mind, translating my thoughts into precise lines and forms. I could hear the usual office chatter around me, but I remained focused, determined to perfect every detail.

"Jeya, are you even listening?" Rheiny's voice cut through my concentration.

I looked up and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Rheiny. What were you saying?"

She sighed dramatically. "I was just venting about my latest client. She's so irritating! Keeps changing her mind about everything."

"That sounds frustrating," I said, trying to sympathize while my mind drifted back to my work.

"Tell me about it," Rheiny continued. "I wish I had clients like yours. They're always so high-profile and interesting."

Before I could respond, Yana joined the conversation. "Speaking of interesting, have you heard the latest gossip about Thea?"

"No, what is it?" Claire asked, leaning in eagerly.

Yana glanced around conspiratorially before lowering her voice. "I heard that Thea had a pretty wild past. Apparently, she was involved in some scandal at her last firm."

"Really?" Claire's eyes widened. "What kind of scandal?"

"I'm not sure of the details, but it sounds juicy," Yana said, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I think it had something to do with a client and a lot of money."

"Wow," Claire said, shaking her head. "I would never have guessed. She seems so quiet and reserved."

"People can be full of surprises," I said absentmindedly, my focus already drifting back to my blueprint.

Claire chuckled. "Yeah, like you, Jeya. You're always so lost in your work. What are you working on now?"

"Just refining the blueprint for the mansion project," I replied, my eyes on the screen. "Trying to get everything perfect."

"You always do great work," Rheiny said, giving me a supportive smile. "I'm sure it'll be amazing."

"Thanks, Rheiny," I said, genuinely appreciating her encouragement.

As the workday came to an end, I packed up my things and said goodbye to my coworkers. "See you all tomorrow," I called out as I headed to my car.

"Bye, Jeya," Claire said. "Don't work too hard!"

"I'll try," I said with a laugh, waving as I walked away.

Driving home, I reflected on the day. The mansion project was progressing well, but it required all my attention. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing I was doing my best work, even if it meant tuning out the office gossip and chatter.

At home, I went through my usual evening routine. I made myself a simple dinner, washed the dishes, and took a relaxing bath in the bathtub. The warm water helped me unwind, and I felt the tension of the day melt away.

After brushing my teeth and doing my skincare, I decided to let loose a bit. I put on my favorite playlist and started singing along to the music, dancing around my living room. It felt liberating to move and let the music wash over me, a welcome break from the intense focus of the day.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with me, and I collapsed onto my bed, still humming the tunes from my playlist. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety about the next steps in the mansion project. Working with Felix again was stirring up old memories, but I was determined to stay professional and focused.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, I was content to let the music and the promise of a good night's sleep carry me away. The future was uncertain, but I was ready to face it, one day at a time.

[fiercewinged]

@kurogane-redfox asked:

He's just gonna grin at Keigo fangs on display as he did so. Was the Dragon going to try flustering the other male? Most likely but it wasn't like Keigo didn't LIKE it when the Dragon was like this. If the other wasn't paying attention which, he likely wasn't since he tended to only come to the Master's quarters to unwind.

"Ya know, I'm never gonna tire of seein' ya bent over like that, gihi,"

Once the other got past the fact that the Dragon actually WANTED him, their blothes had very quickly become memories. In fact, he recalled having to buy MORE clothes for the more slender of them since he'd ripped everything the other man had been wearing off that night. Not that Keigo had complained. Oh no. He'd liked it a lot, maybe a bit TOO much even. Not that the Dragon complained.

"Been a bit since ya were here last, worried I'm gonna make ya bed ridden 'gain?"(I told you he was gonna bother his birb)

With his back turned to the door - sound canceling headphones around his neck now that he was in a safe, private area where no one could bother him, Keigo had let his ever-present hyper vigilance fade into the background as he shifted some of the pillows and blankets around on the Iron Slayer's couch to make himself a nice, comfortable spot to sit and relax. Because his spatial awareness was dulled for the time being, paired with the fact that Gajeel could move damn near silently if he really wanted to, he hadn't even heard him open the door, let alone move into the living room until he was practically right behind him. He nearly jumped out of his own skin when the large male spoke, wings fluttering as he whipped around with a startled chirp on his lips, clutching his chest as he tried - and failed - to glare up into his face.

"Damnit Gajeel! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! You can't just...sneak up on me like that! I almost stabbed you!"

He hadn't...not really...seeing as he hadn't even reached for one of his feathers to draw as a blade. There were several small loose feathers hovering around him though, each one hardened and razor sharp from the spike of adrenaline through his system. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as his cheeks flushed at the following comment, wings rustling as he pulled the stray feathers back to them and glanced to the side to try and hide his embarrassment.

"I...w-what...no! I...I've been busy. You know that. You're the one who's been signing off on all my jobs."

It wasn't that he was actively avoiding the Slayer. Not at all actually. He really had just been busy with missions - some that made sense only for him to take, and others that paid just a little too well for him to pass up. It wasn't that he needed the money, he was very well off. But he'd been donating extra funds to the local orphanage, trying to make sure they had everything they needed to keep the kids as comfortable as possible so that they'd have the best possible chance of getting ahead in life. It was his own secret pet project...something he hadn't even told Gajeel about, though he had a feeling the other already knew.

"I thought you were busy today. I could have sworn I saw a stack of papers on your desk almost as tall as Juvia when I walked by earlier."

[natasha-in-space]

Oh it's pretty much Fall (or Autumn? However you call it in your country!) already where I am. Rains every other day and gets chilly more and more. Considering that we had full-on snowstorms in MAY, it feels like I only had one month of Summer this year around :(

Being picky about fics is something I can relate very deeply... Though your mention of bad grammar made me sweat a lil' because I'm always anxious about my English level 😭 But it's also so cool how your job affects your quality control, so to speak! I bet you'd be a wonderful beta reader, hehe 👀 And Saeyoung deserves to be appreciated for his complexity full-stop! I adore his goofy side (especially as a notorious jokester myself), but he's so much more than just memes and laughs. Give our redheaded some depth!

As for me... Hm, I'd say I'm the same in the sense of being extremely picky and not picky at all at the same time. I AM picky while scrolling through AO3, but on Tumblr, I usually give a shot to anything that catches my eye. Weird how that works. Probably because of AO3 great tagging system that gives you a preview of what you're getting into. That said, for me it's characterization 101%. I can handle pretty much any format or idea if the characters feel organic. But... that can be a rarity. I'm especially picky about smut and angst because those two often get characterizations completely wrong... at least in my biased opinion! If I can't find something I wanna see, I usually just resort to writing it myself, hehe.

You playing the piano is so cool?? Learning any instrument is honestly a craft I admire with all heart. It's never too late to pick up an abandoned hobby. This is my personal lore here, but I actually used to do a lot of art as a young teen! I think I have a couple of albums stashed away somewhere. I gave up on it when I was 16 or something. Had a toxic friend who picked up drawing after me and her parents sent her off to art classes. Long story short, she started comparing my art to hers, and that drove me away from it completely because I felt like I wasn't cut out for it. But hey, I picked up a pencil a few years back and regained my joy in the process! Maybe something similar will happen to you. Or not! Trying something and leaving it at that is a valuable experience in an of itself :)

And omg tiny Faye writing a novel... Stop, that's just too cute 😭💕 Looks like you were always a writer at heart! I bet tiny you would be very amazed at what you create now. It's always fun to look back on where you started, however small. I guess my personal lore on my childhood that I'd actually love to share is that I was a huge chicken kid! My parents would send me off to my grandma's farm every Summer, and these are the highlights of happiness in my childhood for sure. I would spend HOURS in the chicken coop with them. Gave them all names and trained them to come cuddle with me and even walk through the village with me so they could enjoy some fresh grass! It was always very hard to go back home, and I miss that place dearly.

I hope you enjoy your stay with your family! Whether it'll be relaxing or exciting ♡ It looks like you've been working very hard recently so I am cheering for you to indulge in this time to unwind and recuperate. My day pretty much just started, but my last day was pretty productive! I did some line work on the couple of my drawings AND I finally finished editing my Leon fic. Stretched it out to 15k now, it's insane. It might not be that big of a number, but to me, it very much is! I'm HOPING to do a final reread tonight and finally post the thing. But I'm not counting on it :')

🧩 and 🧃 for the ask game maybe? 👀👉👈 And as a bonus question: how was your day today? <3 (Or if it's morning how was your last day hehe)

Hi Mia! It feels like forever since we've spoken, I hope you're doing well. Summer is coming to an end, and hopefully this heat will finally leave us (I hope it's not still a problem where you are!)

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I'm both extremely picky and extremely not picky when it comes to the kinds of fic I read. I often read fics from fandoms I'm not even in just for the story/ skill of the writer.

Something that will immediately make me click off is bad grammar/spelling. It takes me out of the story every time (doesn't help that now that I teach English my radar for mistakes has gone up).

Another thing that makes me click off quickly is mischaracterisation. This goes especially for Saeyoung fics. He's such a complex character with so many sides to him, it's really hard to get into a fic that paints him as a goofy character with nothing else.

That being said, I love reading fics from people who have differing headcanons from me. Often times they pick up on different character traits than I have or read into certain lines in a different way and I love to see the different things we can glean from the same text.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I used to play the piano for a few years, though I had a chronic problem of memorising the notes instead of reading that drove my teacher crazy. In the end, I never got very far, though I sometimes miss it and wish to go back to it. Who knows? Maybe in time I will.

I also tried to write novels on two seperate occasions as a child (and had whole series planned out). I wrote on notebooks that I still have stowed somewhere. It's very funny to think back to what I was planning with them.

As for my day! I got back from a road trip early this morning so I mostly slept and rested today. I'm staying at my family home for a few days which is really nice, I've missed my old room and space. The highlight was a few hours ago when it was pelting rain, it's been so long since I've seen a storm.

How has your day been, Mia? And, how would you answer these questions (if you wish to answer them, of course!)

ask game

[eremiie]

i’ll take care of u

❥ 1.6k words | nsfw | dom!eren x sub!armin

❥ content: deep throating/face fucking, praising

❥ i was sad and h word so i wrote eremin smut🙄🙄, i think it cured my writers block too— this is self indulgent bye ++ thanks to my bestie coercing me to write this oops

"fuck,"

it was sinful, how lips bruised red formed an 'o' around eren's cock.

those same lips made eren throw his head back, hips lifting from the bed to push more into armin's mouth. "min, fuck, take me more."

he was trying his knuckles going red from how he gripped painfully at the sides of eren's sweats, hair tousled from the grip eren had on his blonde locks. he could only whimper around eren when he tried to push him down his length further, armin gagging and lurching forward from eren's rush of his hips.

armin's mouth was stuffed, he didn't think he could go any further. he felt like he could feel eren in every part of it; his tongue sliding on the underside of eren's cock, vein protruding as it slid against the slick-sopped surface of his tongue. and when eren would push more into the heat of his mouth his tip would brush the ridge of armin’s throat— eren's body jolting at that feeling he craved for. longed for.

and he'd push armin past his limit if he could get it.

armin shoves himself off of eren, heavy pants of breath making his chest heave while he struggles to catch his breath. he's lucky the fingers that tangled between his blonde strands held on so loosely. but even though the annoyance wasn't prevalent in his grip it was in his stare.

it made armin feel small. how eren gave him a grim look. low-lidded, dispirited. if it wasn't for the way eren's jaw was still hung open, pleased at the sight of his precum decorating armin's lips and spit gathering in the crevices, armin would've felt apologetic. would've tried harder to get eren as deep as he wanted to be.

eren would've done that himself anyway, he'd be where he wanted to be.

"armin,"

"'ren, i'm trying." it's the dispirited look that wafts into armin's eyes. he thinks he's doing enough, he wants to be doing enough for eren. but eren was relentless; always wanted more.

"i know you can get deeper than that," eren's grip on armin’s hair tightens, the tension on his scalp heightening and his doe eyes scrunching up from the twinge. "c'mon, push up."

he'll listen, he always listens to eren. always wanting to please him. it was satisfactory for him as well, knowing that it was him that could make eren shudder, knowing that eren would always come to him when he needed to unwind.

so he shuffles forward on blushed knees, his hands placing themselves on eren's thighs, lifting himself a bit until he hovers over eren again.

armin's warm breath fans over eren's tip and he catches it twitch, eren's hips rising so slightly until his head is grazing armin's bottom lip. he'd chuckle if he could— but he doesn't think eren would find it funny. instead, he opens up for his boy, looking up at eren and giving him those sky eyes he can't resist.

eren relaxes under armin, and he groans above him when his hot mouth engulfs his cock again. "yeah," eren sighs, and armin's surprised that he's not shoving him downward, instead, using the slight hold he has on his head to bob armin slowly. "feel so good, my baby boy."

armin relishes in the praise, humming around eren and fluttering his eyes shut as he begins to move on his own. his hair sways in his face with every motion while some pieces clung to the sweat that accumulated on his forehead.

he pulls one of his hands off of eren's thigh, bringing it to the base of his cock to pump what he can't reach while he works at his tip. he comes up before letting his tongue slide against the underside, a small whimper leaving his throat when he catches sight of eren's lip caught between his teeth, laying back with his elbows supporting himself as he watched armin suck him off. not to mention the strain in armin's pants, knees knocking together to try and relieve the stress between his legs.

"here," the bed creaks lightly as eren lifts himself from his elbows. the hand holding him finally let's go, but the breath his hair gets is short-lived. both of eren's palms come to the side of his head while eren shifts his body, legs spreading as far as his sweats would let him. "'gonna fuck that pretty throat good, okay?"

it felt too good to be true. eren was being too gentle, giving armin the brief benefit of the doubt.

it wasn't much of eren asking and more of eren telling. telling armin that he was gonna use him, that he'd be inside his throat until his seed was spilling into it, until he was spluttering for air, grabbing at his neck while his cheeks and nose splotched red.

one of eren's hands travels to the blades of armin's shoulder, pulling him more forward with ease. armin wasn't sure if it was because of how light he was or how strong eren was. that same hand quickly returns to where it was snug in armin's hair. "just breathe." he says it like it's so easy. like it'd prevent armin from choking around him completely if he "just breathed". and although armin wanted to, he refrains from rolling his eyes and lets eren guide him over his leaking cock.

it's fine up until eren's tip hits the back of his throat. armin's nose scrunches up and he instinctively begins to try to come up, but eren's hold doesn't let him. "nuh-uh," armin barely catches the strain of eren's voice as he scolds him. "you got it, baby."

it's the way the nickname rolls off of eren's tongue that makes armin whine and tries to relax his throat. that makes armin attempt to breathe through his nose until he gags again, fingers clawing at the black fleece of eren's sweatpants. he knows his saliva has probably soaked the material— with how impatient eren was to get armin’s lips around him he didn't pull his bottoms out the way enough, spit gathering at the base of his cock and some on the fabric of his sweats.

when armin whines again, eren lets him come up, the blonde gasping as his lungs grasps for the air. he coughs, and even through his troubled state eren still manages to gaze at him in awe.

"shit," eren likes it. he's always liked it messy; tears, spit, cum— whatever he could get on armin would end up on armin, and he'd try his luck at that now too. he'd already had two things checked off, tears rolling down armin's cheeks that armin himself didn't even realize, and spit glossing his chin.

eren reaches to pump himself as he waits, and his thumb caresses the side of armin's head. "doing good, 'min." he tilts his cock towards armin and nudges him forward. "again."

he closes his eyes only for a moment before he opens them back up when armin's lips wrap around him, eyebrows knit and his own lips failing to hold back a moan. "god," he wants— needs to feel armin's throat again. "look at me."

armin doesn't miss a beat, looking up at eren with big blue eyes, his blonde lashes reaching for the ceiling, and eren’s hips stutter. "fuck, fuck," eren can only ignore the way armin gags when he sheathes himself in his throat, ignore the tears spilling over his cheeks and the way he whimpers. "so fuckin' good for me."

it only all adds to the burning pleasure inside eren, it only helps him want to use him more.

and he does until he's spent, both hands holding armin against his pelvis as he draws out a moan and spills hot white in his lover's mouth. he's twitching, his eyes roll back, and his hips continue to slowly roll forward as he finishes releasing in armin.

the hand tangled in armin's hair trembles from pleasure as he comes down, and only draws circles on his scalp until it falters completely.

armin finally pulls away, delicate fingers moving up his chest to his neck as he catches his breath, broken sounds tumbling from him from where he sat on his knees. he lolls his tongue out as if he's ridding himself of the icky sensation on it— or maybe showing eren that he was good for him, pink surface clean from any traces of cum.

he swallowed all that eren gave him, and eren gives a weak smile. "get up baby." eren's palm is open to armin, and armin takes it. standing up on weak knees, he crawls on top of his boyfriend happy to have been enough for him, happy to be able to feel him intimately— hearing his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest. "you did so well."

armin doesn't need to respond to the praise for eren to know that he received it. he's too busy getting comfortable on top of eren, taking pride in what he just managed, and enjoying eren's hand stroking his clothed back.

but even though armin's calm and jubilant, eren doesn't fail to feel how hard he was from where he rests on top of him. armin would never try to make it about himself— but no matter how much he'd make it about eren, eren would never neglect him in the end. at the end of the day, there was too much love, too much satisfaction in gratifying one another, and now it was eren's turn.

eren's hand drops to the hem of armin's shirt, warm as it pushes the fabric up with the glide of his hand. a kiss is pressed to the top of armin's head, and armin smiles.

"let me take care of you next."

[footballffbarbiex]

Because it seems I’m a whore for the man: can u write me a Pavard blurb about him looking after his girl when she’s on her period cos that’s my currents state and I feel like death 🙃

Words: 552 warnings: period fluff, cute Ben.

At this point i don't even know if i'm making any sense.

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Ben is more receptive than she gave him credit.

He’d noticed her becoming a little more sluggish, a little more tired and the way she’d try and hide her grimaces when she felt twinges of pain when cramps would begin to creep in. But he found the hot water bottle and decided he’d take it into his own hands.

So, when she arrives home, unwinding the scarf from around her neck and shrugging off her coat, she inhales deeply and tries to figure out what he’s cooking. She watches as she takes the time to remove her shoes as he backtracks, leaning just so to see if he can catch a glimpse of her.

“I thought I heard the door.” he calls out before disappearing again. When he doesn’t come to her, she heads to him.

“Mmm, something smells good,” she compliments, making her way over to him as he flicks the tea towel over his shoulder and continues to tend to the stove. Carefully, so that she doesn’t make him jump, she wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his bicep. He can feel her smile against his flesh which brings one of his own to his lips.

Benjamin reaches up and behind him, cupping the back of her head with his hand, stroking over her scalp in such a way that she longs to purr. “Go look in that cupboard,” he gestures with the spoon, hoping she doesn’t see some of the sauce drip from it and cause a splatter on the tiles. It’s hard to miss, the vibrant red stands out against white. “And the fridge.” He’d ensured everything was fully stocked, trying to get as many of her favourite comfort foods as possible. He’d swallowed all pride and bought a selection of sanitary items which he’s packed in one of the bathroom drawers, not sure which she used and felt no shame when he asked a member of staff for help. “And erm, I’ve got you some things you might need if you stay here when...you know, It's your time.”

“Who do you know to go and get you those things?” she asks him, both amused but touched that he’d do so.

“Just me. I don’t know what you needed but I’m sure if the store assistant worked on sales, she’d have been laughing. It’s expensive.” He says surprised.

“Isn’t it just?” She chuckles and closes the fridge door, already looking forward to some of the goodies he’d purchased and even more at what he’s cooking. Wrapping her arms back around him, she nuzzles into his back and presses a small kiss. “Thank you for doing all of this.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He says, turning his body, pulling her to the side of him and wrapping his arm around her and rests his hand on her lower tummy as he knocks the spoon against the side of the pan to knock off the excess sauce and allows it to simmer. “I can go and draw you a bath if you want one? This would be ready when you’re out, and we can just relax tonight?”

The pose is so natural, his hand warming against her aches and cramps but yet, there’s a tiny glimmer of what could be had it been a very different situation.

[amysteriousmessenger]

have you ever done rfa headcanons with a stressed out mc? because of like deadlines and stuff? cause that's the state I'm in rn and I need comfort ;-;

this is my second time writing this because my laptop deleted it ;-; I hope this is okay and I added V and Saeran because I’m a saeran simp <3 

RFA + Saeran and V with a Stressed Out Reader Headcanons

Yoosung Kim with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Yoosung’s in the exact same camp as you, screaming. He spent the entire semester in front of his PC playing LOLOL and getting bullied by Seven, so now his deadline has creeped up on him. Yoosung absolutely understands the stress of a deadline coming at you fast and not being sure as to whether you can complete it in time.

The best thing that Yoosung can do for you is to do his own work. The two of you spend a straight 48 hours in the library, only taking breaks to go home and sleep and get food. You book out a private room and just mutually get your heads down. 

 Yoosung’s actually really smart, he just doesn’t apply himself. If you’re stuck on anything, he’ll try to help you even if he doesn’t know anything about your course. He’ll also run around the library finding you specific textbooks you need if he needs a walk or if he’s on his way back from getting you both a coffee. 

The life of a student is a hard one, but the two of you just keep reminding each other than you just gotta get through this one deadline and then you can sleep and play to your hearts content once again!

Zen/Hyun Ryu with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

It’s times like this that Zen thinks maybe he should have applied himself more in school, or at least got his qualifications, because he feels a little deflated at the fact that he can’t really help you with your work when you need it. He just looks at your laptop and textbooks and draws a blank. He hates seeing you so stressed, and he hates that he’s useless to help even more.

He figured that, if he can’t help you work, the next best thing would be to help you relax afterwards. He tries to keep out of your way, the best he can, but he gets a little sad and feels neglected, so he’s a bit like a puppy when he can sense you’re close to finishing up for the day.

 Zen thinks a nice, hot bubble bath would help you relax best. He’ll run you one when you close your laptop, leading you to the bathroom where he’s already sprinkled some rose petals and sweetly scented body oils into the steamy water. 

He’ll help you in, and then sit on the side of the bath and give your shoulders a rub, commenting on how they must ache after sitting at your desk for so long. It’s no secret that Zen has ~Magic Fingers~ and he massages away the tension in your neck as you melt into the soothing water. 

He’ll hum and sing little songs to you as he does this, finally happy that he can help you in his own special way. Ignore his comments about stress ageing you quicker, he’s just saying it as a pre-emptive measure rather than implying you have stress lines.

Jaehee Kang with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Jaehee exists in a permanent state of stress, so she entirely understands what it’s like to have to meet deadline after deadline after deadline. If you tell her that you want to sit with her so you can share her concentration and get work done, she’ll put on a fresh pot of coffee. She’s also ready with the eye drops and painkillers for when your eyes get strained, but she’d really rather you not get to the point of needing them. 

Jaehee reminds you that you need to look after yourself, make sure you’re taking breaks and eating enough. She doesn’t want you to follow in her steps of pulling an all-nighter, so she doesn’t disturb you so you can get as much of your work done as possible. If you want her to, she’ll also gently reprimand you when you’re getting distracted or off task. She doesn’t like telling you what you can and can’t do, but she knows it’s going to help you in the long run. 

She’ll aim to get all of her work done at the same time as you, so the two of you can at least have some time to unwind together afterwards. She’ll put your favourite musical (of Zen’s) into the DVD player and you cuddle up with one another in recovery. She’ll also try to pull you in for an early night of sleep since you’ve been staring at a screen all day and doesn’t want you to get a headache. 

Jumin Han with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Jumin never really gets stressed out over anything. In fact, the only things you’ve ever seen him get stressed about are you and Elizabeth the Third. He doesn’t really have the need or see the point in getting stressed over things, especially deadlines. Jumin will absolutely go off on a speech about correct time management and planning before you have to interrupt him and tell him that that’s not the problem. 

Having a Mensa-level IQ, Jumin’s probably already decently knowledge on your area of study, or offers to pay for you to have a tutor. Jumin’s honestly not the best person to be around when you’re stressed by deadlines because he really can’t relate to the panic, he’s too good at being a businessman that he gets everything done on time or, most usually, early. 

You do have to remind Jumin that not everyone can function and organise themselves as well as he can. 

However, it displeases him to see you stressed so he’ll at least try to help with that since you won’t let him help you academically. He’ll share a bottle of wine with you in the evening after you’ve finished for the day to help take your mind off of your deadline for a bit and will plan a small weekend getaway for the week after your assignment due date to reward you for getting your work done in time and to help you relax. He’ll also book you a spa day in one of C&R’s own establishments so he can guarantee you’re getting the best treatment. 

Saeyoung Choi with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

This man lives with more existential fear than anyone. He knows what it’s like to be Stressed TM. Seven’s an absolute genius with an IQ that could rival Jumin’s if he cared enough, so he’s never had to worry about academic worries, even when he was in University. 

If you ask him to, and maybe even if you didn’t, he’d be willing to hack your college or University’s database in order to either get the essay questions in advance so you know what to revise, or just straight up get the answers. He knows what frightening deadlines are like and he doesn’t want to see you suffer.

If you say that you don’t want him to hack your university because that’s, y’know, illegal, he’ll earnestly take a look at your paper and try to help. Seven has such a weird widespread collection of information in his head that he can just straight up tell you the essay or directly get the research essay that best fits your argument online. You said he can’t hack your university database, you didn’t say he can’t hack other databases for information. 

If you passed out asleep at your desk, you’d absolutely wake up to find your work finished and submitted. Seven will deny doing it, claiming that the alien mothership must have taken your laptop and completed your work, but he has a shit-eating grin plasters on his face and he’s oh-so-innocently fluttering his eyelashes. 

Saeran Choi with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Saeran never really went to school, so he doesn’t have much experience with academic work but he picks it up very quickly when it comes to helping you!

He brings you hot chocolate and snacks and gives you a kiss on the side of the head every now and then to spur you on. He’ll also try to help you with reading through documents and essays for important information and anything that might be relevant to your course. From his time at Magenta, he’s very good at skimming through large quantities of work and compiling it into shorter documents so he’s absolutely a great person to have helping you. He has a similar IQ to Seven and is a genius in his own right, but he has to apply himself more to knowing about different topics because he’s never really had the opportunity to, but he’s always very interested to know about what you’re studying!

He’s very good at not disturbing you if you need peace and quiet, so he’ll busy himself with cleaning, cooking or going out in the garden so he can leave you without a distraction whilst occasionally dropping in to see how you’re doing and make sure you’re not getting too stressed out.

When you’re done for the day, Saeran will arrange the time to give you a little comfort evening with movies and a snack to make you feel better and help you unwind. 

Ray would absolutely just do your work for you, if you’d let him. He just wants to please you and see you happy, not swallowed up in stress in the same way that he has to be. He’d go without sleeping or eating if it meant helping you. Of course, you’re not going to let him do that, since you want him to rest properly, but he still wants to help. Ray would send you documents and essays when he’s supposed to be working and then exit the tab whenever anyone walks passed his room so he didn’t get caught. He just wants to ease your burden!

V/Jihyun Kim with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

He’s also incredibly smart, but probably wouldn’t have any major knowledge on what is it that you study but he’d help the best way he can. He’s the kinda person that would encourage you to read through the questions several times before you start answering and to not write anything down until you’re fully sure that you understand the source material and what is being asked of you.

He doesn’t like seeing you stressed and he’s helpful by nature so he’d ask if you needed help, and if you say no, he’ll give you space to get on with your work without interruption. V will make you food and bring your lunch with a coffee when it’s time to eat.

Like Jumin, he’d offer to share a bottle of wine to help you unwind when you’re getting too stressed in the evening, and if you can afford to take a break, he’d encourage you to do something creative like painting with him in his studio in order to take your mind off the analytical stuff. It doesn’t have to be good, it just had to help you relax and vent your frustrations!

V gets stiff shoulders when he’s been in the same position for long periods of time painting or waiting to capture a particular image, so he understands the usefulness of a good back rub and he’ll offer you one to loosen up the pressure in the back of your neck when you’re sitting at your desk. He’ll massage his thumbs into your shoulders and plant a little kiss on your lips when you lean your head back to look at him.

[scarletpoupee]

Ok, so let me get this right...

I've been watching and consuming a bunch of different media on how to find your purpose and essentially your place in the world. Even my current work has graced me to work with someone who guides people on this journey...

Basically trying to find my place and my space in this world, since I am not longer a student (not by choice), and need to be able to fend for myself.

A lot of the media and information states something in the lines of "your purpose or spark does not equate that which you need to become or do as a career"...which is fine and all, but here's the thing...

A day is 24hours. 8 of those are sleep (of you're lucky), 2 hours travel on average (personally), leaving you with 14 hours.

8 of those are for work (about). Again leaving you with just 8 left...

Of the 8, I take breakfast and dinner about two hous/hour and a half about (lunch is in with the working hours). Leaving you with about 6 hours...

Taking off time to get dressed and undress, 5 hours.

Taking off time to bathe, 4 hours (I'm writing this in the bath actually...I take long baths, but also multitask)

Cook and clean, 3 hours...

In this measly 3 hours, you need to manage your life, do your own admin, and find yourself something that "connect you with your higher self"...

Every day...3 hours...

Now it might sound a lot like this, byt those 3 hours are usually scattered around the day at 5-10 min intervals - breaks between the other things. So let's say the time for "waiting" is about 1 to 1.5 hours...

Leaving you with 1.5 hours (max often) to connect with your higher self, do something you enjoy, read, relax, unwind...

Seriously, what the fuck...

1.5 hours is not enough time to paint, compose music, to get lost drawing, listening to music, get lost into a fantasy world when reading...

1.5 hours a day for the things that are meant to make you human...

1.5 hours a day to be yourself...

While the majority of your day, your week, your month, your life, is directed at work...

But!! But...

One needs to just "switch off" from work. Like you mean, switch off the way I rush to finish my other activities that I just sit for 5min to rest and breathe, before I nees to run off to the next? Before I need to prepare for the next day (guess we're down tk 1 hour now after this...)

But

I am seen as the selfish and picky one that wants to find a career option thag I won't mind thinking about in my off time...and let's be honest, work always creeps in everywhere, because it MAJORITY OF YOUR DAY!! How do you then not think about it...pr do you just pretend?

Like you (i) pretend to be happy already...

Like you (i) pretend to enjoy life...

Like I pretend that I don't want to die every day???...

How can you find your spark, and find your place on this world, when all you can do is rush and pretend that the only conclusion you have came down to regarding my life is that I should remove my existence from society permanently...

Perhaps some people are born without purposes...and just by chance it seems like I am one of them...

[ellitx]

I feel like Himmel would be the most sensual and gentle with making love to his darling for the first time (and every time but especially the first) like imagine you come back from work or school and he offers you massage or to draw you a hot bath to relax and things get spicy from there ~ scenario below- !!smut scroll fast if you dont wanna see it!! (Kinda long im sorry)

"Is everything alright y/n..? If theres anything I can do to help you just let me know." Your lover offers. you had been through a stressful week with finals and work. You roll your neck and shoulders with a sigh and say

"Hmm.. a massage would be nice~" you sigh out looking up at him with doe like eyes. Its been about 6 months into your relationship and really wanting things to get more intimate, but were a bit too shy to bring it up directly, you didnt want to accidentally make him uncomfortable.

He goes slightly wide-eyed at your requests but braces his nerves, he really wanted to progress things with you but he's a bit nervous doing something so sensual for the first time. Hes only really gone as far as a few chaste kisses and long hugs.

"O-okay! Could you lay down for me?" Himmel says trying to hide his nervousness. You nod and proceed to lay down on your stomach with your arms under your head as support. He takes a moment to eye your beautiful form, every dip and curve, with your thighs out on display from the rather short skirt and stockings your wearing.

"Its really my lower back thats bothering me..~" you again sigh out in almost a teasing tone hoping he'll get the message.

"Alright just let me know if anything I do makes you uncomfortable.." He says sitting besides you and gently placing his hands on your waist, swallowing hard and beginning to work out the tension.

"A little lower--" you say while adjusting yourself slightly rubbing your legs together and moving your hips slowly to get in a more comfortable position. Himmels feels the tips of his ears burn as he couldn't help but watch your rather suggestive movements.

"Uhh.. okay! How about here..?" He cautiously moves his hands down your spine until they rest atop your hips and begins to massage into them.

"Ahh~ Himmel.. so good.." you breathe out feeling the tension leaving your back but build up somewhere else. He was very good with his hands, and you couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to have him massage other areas.

He leans abit into it applying more pressure, the sounds you made were ethereal to him, it turned him on so much and he couldn't help himself from wanting to go further so he bends down to kiss the back of your neck

"Y/n I love you.. but I can't help but want more.." he wispers and begins nibbling at the top of your ear, making you release a small shakey moan it was finally happening. You thought he almost didn't have an interest in you until now

"Mhmm.. I want the same Himmel.." you turn your body fully till you were on your back with both of his arms around you, he reaches for your hands and intertwines them with his own, pressing his forehead to yours then bringing his lips to meet yours in a kiss that made your heart race.

"We'll go slow.. okay.. I just want you to feel good.." He hushed bringing a hand to stroke your hair, nodding you lean in to kiss him again with him shifting himself to lay ontop of you, he really loves feeling both of your bodies pressed together with locked lips, tongues gently brushing together.

You spread your legs almost instinctually and held on to his shoulders as he begins to let his hands wander to your breast giving them a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft moan that makes him pull away and lock eyes with you with a slightly furrowed brow.

"You okay?" He questions concerned but you quickly reassure him by grabbing his hand that still lay on your breast and give it a squeeze yourself

"Its alright, Himmel.. I want this just as much.. you don't have to hold back, I want you to do whatever you want with me" you plead with your face painted red with blush you grind your hips against his, wrapping your legs around his.

"Nng.. y/n..!" He buried his face into the crook of your neck and began giving soft love bites letting on of his hands wander lower and lower until they reach the hem of your skirt wanting so badly to see you moan and writhe under him and to see his hand covered in your essence

"May I..?" He still wanted consent for this, he can't get any enjoyment if he forces himself onto you, but immediately gets his answer when you begin to pull down your soaked panties, wide eyed he admires the strings of slick stuck to them.

"Please... Just.. Ahhh..~" He had slowly pushed two fingers into your needy core, slowly curling and pumping them into you, it was better than you imagined he was already hitting that spot that sends extacy through you.

"More Himmel..! Nng.." He didn't know if he could get anymore heated, his member ached to feel your walls clench around him, but it was tightly restrained in his pants and it almost hurt . You were too much, too beautiful, too perfect and he wanted to have all of you.

Beginning to pump his hand faster, he removes his pants to alleviate some pressure. Looking down to see how hard he was all you wanted was to feel how he split you open.

"Its so good..Haa..! Im right there..!!" Feeling that spring in your core unwind you spill your essence onto him, but you wanted him to feel you, to feel his cock buried deep inside you.

"Yes.. y/n.." He moans out admiring the amount of slick you spilt "I want to go all the way" He says and gradually positions himself between your legs with the tip of his length brushing against your entrance

"Haa.. me too my love" you breathe as you lean in to kiss him once more while grasping onto his hands firmly. His breath hitches as he slowly sheathed himself within your tight walls still pulsating from your previous high, it was so much better than he'd ever imagine he just wants to rut into deeply into you but knows he needs to be gentle as the last thing he wants to do is cause you pain.

"Haa.. you can move.. I'm okay" you felt so full and warm, so full of him. He gently grips your hips and thrust into you, sending waves of pleasure though him, your tight core was perfectly fitted to him feeling so complete attached to you

"Nng.. Y/n.. I love you so much.. more!" His pace and breathing increases as his hold on you tightens almost being clouded by pleasure. You wrap your legs around his waist granting him even more access to you hitting deep within in you, you felt your core tighten around him feeling your end coming a bit too quickly

"H-Himmel..! Im so close..!" Hearing you moan his name almost made him come undone, throwing your legs over his shoulders thrusting into you as deeply as he could chasing his own high. Griping onto him as you climax spilling all that you had onto him he pushed himself into a few more times before pulling out and releasing into the sheets.

Pulling you close after with heavy breaths he wispers "I hope I was able to take some of the stress away.." you nod as you pull yourself closer to him to let a lull like state wash over you.

-💚 (sorry if long skdjd)

mlem 😋

[zyettemoon1800]

I saw you receive an ask like this, and I was curious too. Could I get a villain matchup? I am 5'4, with an undercut dyed burgundy at the top. I have hazel green eyes and I love art! I am Trans FTM. My main three being theatre, drawing, and music. I like to think I'm down to earth and kinda logical, though I tend to unwind easily and learn to let myself go a lot around people I love. I am protective and defensive of the things I hold close to me- And people have described me as being straight-forward at times. I also love to talk, but I also love being quite to. 👉👈

I pair you with wamuu!

He doesn't mind that you are trans, in fact he admires you for it since you have told him about how some people think about the whole trans thing in general. But rest assure that he would fight anyone that talks down to you.

Height isn't really important to him, but he does like the fact that you are shorter than him. He can and will carry you around whenever he gets the chance and he will let you hang onto his arms whenever you feel like it.

He also likes your hair color. He thinks it's cool how you humans have developed a way to dye your hair whatever color you want when you want. You might even inspire him to want to dye his hair.

He is not really versed in music, but he will give your music a try. He is not really into rock or rap music, however if you have any nature or soft piano music, I think he would like that more. He likes to listen to this when he is meditating or just relaxing with you.

He loves your down to earth and logical personality. However, he did worry about you at the start of your relationship. He didn't like how easily you just let yourself go when you were around crowds, but he learned to trust in you after he saw you take down to guys that were missing with you and your friend when he had his back turned for a second. After that day, he didn't worry about you as much because he knows that even though you can be really fun and easy going, you could kick somebody's ass if you have too. ( He stills follows you to the different places you go)

He also doesn't mind your straightforwardness since he is also the same way. He is also fine with you talking a lot. He always has time to sit down with you and listen to whatever you have to say, even if it's just an "I love you." with a kiss on the cheek.

Overall, he is best boi and a true gentlemen.