#but they're female n

[noxtivagus]

good morning zzz 🫶🏼 ( i hope you all have a good day btw hehe )

[aleixis]

imagine isagi getting invited to one of his teammate's house parties, and convincing you to come along with him, his shy and sweet gf ! you're not a fan of crowds or gatherings, but you can't avoid social gatherings forever, and you want to spend time with yoichi, so you agree to go.

you regret it almost immediately. even though yoichi's arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him, you can't help but feel lost in the crowds of people :( what's worse, drunk strangers who you've never met in your life keep approaching you when you're even a moment apart from yoichi, asking you things like 'what's your name?' or 'are 'ya here alone?'

your dread intensifies when you come back from the bathroom to see a girl asking yoichi for his number. you see him trying to avoid her, letting out multiple "i have a girlfriend" and declining her advances as calmly as he can, looking uncomfortable as ever when she goes so far as to grab onto his arm, giggling.

you approach the girl and say to her firmly, with all the courage you have,

"he's my boyfriend, so would you stop clinging onto him?"

the girl stiffens and lets out a curt, "sorry, didn't know he had a girlfriend," and walks away, clearly ashamed. ( he told her multiple times he had a gf ugh )

yoichi turns to you to explain the situation, but you just grab onto his hand.

"can we please leave, yoi? 'm tired. and overwhelmed," you ask him.

yoichi simply nods and agrees, "i'm tired too, baby. let's get home, yeah?"

you arrive at yoichi's apartment, legs sore and tired. you plop onto his couch, closing your eyes momentarily.

"how's a movie and cuddles sound?" yoichi asks from the bathroom.

"mm, sounds nice. wanna shower first, though."

yoichi laughs. "i was thinking the same. c'mon, hop in with me 'n we can shower together."

the warm water of the shower trickles down your scalp as yoichi shampoos your hair.

"you were super cute when you called me your boyfriend, by the way."

"shut up!"

hmmm i think 'm gonna make more of these how do we feel ! ( •̀ ω •́ )

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

Happy Pride Month to the gayest straight ship in history

[merakiui]

anon that asked about tsum fucking logistics back at it again with 2 things, 1st OMG cumflation situation sounds like fun with the little critters, especially if you pair it with the one ask about stuffing them away and letting them go at it while you go about your day... and 2nd, if you allow me we can totally go back and forth on how logic would work with tsums in asks because its fun to logic things that have no need for it (at least it is for me) >:)

:O that sounds so yummy!!!! Going about your day while the tsum is just fucking into you so casually and the next thing you know you're being filled with an absurd amount of cum. You didn't even think it was possible for a tsum to cum so much and yet....... >_< having to sit in class looking super pregnant and all of the beastmen and merfolk can just smell it on you, but they can't place whose cum it is. Sneaky tsum... no one suspects it because it's just a little guy, but the tsum's human counterpart does wonder why his tsum looks even happier than usual and is strangely well-behaved.

Please do feel free to chat logic with me!!! I think it would be fun to discuss all of the possibilities hehe. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[hunterbunter3000]

Sweetheart and Konig share one of those giant stuffed bears (Djungelskog?) cuddle sessions after tough missions

STOP THATS SO CUTE

AND LOOK HOW BIG IT ISSSSSS

I want one

But omg, you know they do - when Sweetheart purses her lips to König and her eyes are heavy with her eyebrows tugged up a bit, he knows it's cuddling time with Mr. Brownie. (That's the bear's name-- Sweetheart named it ♡) Mr. Brownie stays in König's room because Sweetheart has too much stuff in hers, so they get cleaned and meet up at his room, and as König is getting Mr. Brownie out of his closet, Sweetheart is already under his covers waiting for him.

König's heart swells when he sees her in his bed. Ugh and he gets so excited when he sees her arms out wide and hands grabbing the air for him. AND THE LITTLE WHINE THAT SHE DOES WHEN SHES IMPATIENT FOR KÖNIG IS JUST-- SO CUTE OMG

He walks over to her and gives her Mr. Brownie, and he's shaking-- fighting the urge to take a picture of her snuggling up to this big ole bear with a soft smile on her face. She waves her hand to him to get in the bed and yk he immediately does. He squeezes in, under the covers with Sweets and scoops her up in his big arms. His head is resting on Mr. Brownie, and his hands are holding her close, so close that he can smell her shampoo and her cocoa butter lotion. God, he's in heaven.

König was about to fall asleep but he felt a tug on his hood. "Off..." Sweetheart mumbles with a whine, "Take it off, King."

He chuckles at her sleepy talk, sliding the hood off his head (the one that she made for him) "That better, süßer Kuchen?" He whispers to her. She shivers from his low, raspy voice, yet smiles as she sees his soft expression. She hums, hand going up to his scarred and stubbled cheek as her thumb caresses his skin. He melts in her touch, his hands holding her even closer. Their eyes slowly flutter shut, breathing in sync as Mr. Brownie watches over them.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

romanticide

TW: Blood, violence, angst, gun, bruises, kinda flirty Ig I'm so back babyyy

The quiet was supposed to be relaxing. But all it served was to tie knots in the hero's stomach and force the muscles in his shoulders to taut.

Maybe it was his fault he liked loud music and busy restaurants and never quite minded traffic noise. And yet his job shoved him in all the dark, silent places imaginable.

As another added bonus, any slight deviation of focus from his work would essentially lead to some sort of deadly disaster, which was why the hero's gun was immediately cocked and in his hand when he heard a twig snap too far away for it to be his own foot.

A soft laugh made its way into his ears, his jack-rabbiting pulse managing to speed up so ridiculously it seemed his arteries would burst with the pressure.

"Watch your step," the villain smirked, and he wasn't amused in the slightest.

Normally the hero had something snarky to respond with ready on his tongue, but not today. Not when even breathing felt bloody exhausting. "What do you want?" he breathed out instead, sounding defeated before the fight even started.

The villain looked mortified, as though the hero had already fired his gun at her. "What's got you in such a mood?" she questioned, poking a finger at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you here to fight or pretend to bond with me?"

He had to admit he was surprised with just how fast the criminal had wrestled the gun out of his hand. She was getting more efficient lately, and it unnerved her enemy.

"Pretend?" she asked incredulously, the theatrics giving the hero enough time to get his weapon back, except he only put it back on the holster on his hip.

The villain was arrogant enough to be sure the hero wouldn't ever go for a kill shot, and he despised that fact.

In another reflection of most of their fights, the villain threw a punch and the hero countered just as fast, though he noticed he'd barely managed to defend himself in time. Only for the villain to aim a kick to his shins he didn't block quickly enough. She got stronger, her silhouette more muscled than he remembered under the suit. And the realisation made his face burn in a way he could discern wasn't from the fight.

He was losing his goddamn grip, and the villain, sharp as a knife, had definitely noticed. "What's up with you? You're not quite yourself tonight, darling," she crooned, aiming a punch to the hero's jaw this time.

Except he caught her arm with such force, his grip bruising, twisting it painfully away from him, failing to disguise a small smirk playing on his lips as the villain gasped sharply. "Better?" he asked, the smirk morphing into a strangely soft smile as he watched the villain struggle before finally managing to get his hand off.

It still surprised him how well the villain took the pain, grinning radiantly at him. "Considering I'll feel much less guilty destroying the masterpiece you have for a face, sweetheart, it's a yes from me."

The hero cursed under his breath. He would much rather the villain carve his heart out than make it beat so much faster, than let a warm, pleasant and yet tantalisingly painful feeling seep across his chest and spread through the rest of him like wildfire.

The hero loved control like he loved the air he breathed, so the way the villain seemed to toy with him, the way his mind seemed to wander to places he was too scared to visit was practically driving him into madness. And yet he wasn��t even sure he completely hated the idea of letting go.

The villain, of course, never failed to notice the slight shift in the hero's demeanour, the slight uncertainty in his moves, followed by a strangely powerful vigour, as though trying to compensate for the lack of gusto earlier.

She struck her fist into the hero's nose, drawing blood and smirking at how it threw him off.

Just his bloody luck that the villain had to be wearing a bunch of stupid rings on her knuckles.

The villain swore softly, her lips curling upwards into a malicious smile. “You didn't like that much, did you, love?” 

Any trace of timidness from before had been completely obliterated as the hero swung his leg directly into the villain's with a snarl, and she fell back onto the pavement with a pained groan, the thinnest streak of crimson making its way down her forehead.

The hero hated himself for the strange pang of guilt leaving a palpable ache in his chest as the villain struggled only slightly to get off the ground, staring at him with a strange mix of frustration and awe.

“I'm guessing that's a no?” she asked, mock-innocence lining her tone, as she aimed for the hero's throat, only for him to block.

“I don't know what about me gives you the idea that being punched into oblivion is one of my favourite pastimes,” he retorted, unable to resist the urge to roll his eyes, incredibly close to landing a punch on the villain's jaw.

Only for her to catch his fist and flash him a brilliant smile that practically lit up the dark sky around him. “You've been training harder,” she said, like it was an indisputable truth, “and while I should probably be upset by this knowledge, it's making you even more gorgeous, so I'll bite.” 

The hero lost focus as his breathing grew even shallower at the way the villain looked at him, like she couldn't get enough of him, like he was priceless artwork that needed to be admired.

“What do you want?” the hero repeated again, feeling so ridiculously stupid, the blood rushing to his cheeks with a hot sting and leaving them an embarrassing shade of red.

He was so alone, and he hated it, so desperate for this kind of feeling, this kind of high that forced the air out of his lungs, that let flames lick his body and left his mind an incoherent mess, that let his tongue twist uselessly in his mouth and struggle to form any words. The set of emotions only the villain had been capable of making him feel lately.

But he was also terrified of his own addiction to the feeling, scared of its chains making their way around his neck and choking the life out of him slowly because the hero had been so usable before, so goddamn easy to sway, no matter how much he tried to argue he wasn't.

The villain laughed, sardonic and impatient, like the hero was missing some very obvious piece of information, swinging a fist at his chest that felt strangely harsher than usual. “I've never taken you for a fool, sweetness,” the villain half-snarls, sounding more desperate than angry, “why do you think I expose my damned feelings to you every time we fight? Why do you think I keep trying? Because I honestly don't know what you want at this point, Hero. I'm almost sure even you don't know what you want.” 

And the villain didn't hit him again, hesitating instead like she wasn't quite sure what to do with her hands. He's never seen her look hurt before, shame written all over her face like a sad story.

“I don't know what I want?” the hero asked, something in him finally snapping, the terror replaced with something new, something stronger, as his fingers wrapped themselves around the villain's arm, pulling her up against his chest, drawing a soft, almost shocked gasp out of her.

He'd been shoving his desires and hopes into a box and locking them up for so long, and the cruelty of the resulting pain seemed to outweigh the fear by far too much for it to be ignored.

“I want your arms around my neck, and my lips on your jaw,” he started, going through with both those things, a mix of gentle and passionate, and he tilted the villain's chin up with one hand, his thumb stroking softly across her jaw.

She's beautiful; bright green eyes with dark lashes, almost feline in nature and luscious waves of sandy hair that framed her face gorgeously and even the streak of blood could barely distract from the villain's undeniable beauty.

“I want to lose my breath when you talk to me, and I want that fire in my blood you light like a matchstick. I want to give you my heart and trust you not to break it, just like I want yours to love.” 

The villain didn't say anything, going quiet for a moment before wrapping her arms completely around the hero's torso and pulling him into a hug. “I will find whoever it is that broke your heart, and I will kill her.” 

And when the hero let out a soft laugh, he could literally feel the villain frown against him. “You deserve all the love in life, Hero.” And she held onto his shoulders to reach, pressing her lips into a soft kiss on the crown of his dark hair, and  then another to his collarbone, warm breath tickling his skin and drawing a soft laugh out of him. 

There is no love without danger, no life without risk. No matter how comfortable catering to fear may seem, it is no different from holding onto a blunt knife; slow to wound and yet still deep to scar. More often than not, you are your own jailer, your past your prison. Love may not conquer all, but it has always outweighed fear by a long shot.

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[newkatzkafe2023]

Wukong Verse incorrect quotes #10 WukongS No 👎

(Y/N) OK Fellas im going to work and Hero is back wukong is in charge but I left notes for everyone just incase😊

(Nezha Reborn wukong) Uh yeah mine just saids Wukong No🤨🤨🤨🤨

(Monkey king Netflix) Hey So does Mind😮😮😮😮

(Monkey King reborn Wukong) And mind😡😡😡😡😡

(Lmk Wukong) Is that what mind saids?😥😥😥😥

(Y/N) Oh yeah You guys can apply that to every situation okay love you bye😇😇😇😇

Feel Free to Reblog😊👍

[silusvesuius]

i legit love when a character's gender is so integral to their personality (and perception obviously.) like so concrete that if genderbent their whole shtick would just be absolute dookie. anyways i'm just writing this text so i can talk in the tags (My beautiful safe haven)

this 14 minute song is soooooooooooo FYRE

[daveydavs]

IM NORMAL IM NORMAL IM NORMAL IM-

[cold-red-venom]

Disrespectfully,

YOU NEED TO SPECIFY WHAT KIND OF READER IS IN YOUR FIC AT THE TOP OF THE FIC OR IN THE TAGS

I REPEAT, YOU NEED TO SPECIFY WHAT KIND OF FUCKING READER IS IN YOUR GODDAMN FIC

Thank you.

[christakisbang]

everyone...watch love next door....

[bleakbluejay]

i love you trans women. i love you fat women. i love you tall women. i love you hairy women. i love you stringbean women. i love you disabled women. i love you women covered in scars. i love you flat-chested women and endowed women alike. i love you women with only one breast or none. i love you women that are girly and women that are boyish. i love you women with strong jawlines. i love you women with hooked noses. i love you women with massive muscles. i love you women with tooth gaps. i love you women with adam's apples. i love you women with big feet or hands. i love you women with wide shoulders. i love you women. you are beautiful.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY genuinely . i also feel it would be funny to mention that getting into tf2 actually did make me discover a piss kink. thank you sniper team fortress 2 i will actually never be the same.

but to ask, do you have any weird headcanons about the mercs you havent told anyone just yet? i have a few about medic specifically, but some could get me hate esp from people who enjoy erasing any sort of bisexual coding in characters (i say this as a bi person myself)

THRILLED FOR YOU tf2 offhand made me discover a whole bunch of shit about myself I won't divulge here but like if you know stuff about me you can probably guess

Uhh kind of I guess! I have a ton of posts that kinda just hit the cutting room floor, I don't post everything I think of bc I like to think I run a tight operation over here lmao. A lot of hcs I come up with in conversations w friends or w my siblings and I consider that already "telling someone" so I'll forget to post it even if it's good lol. A lot of my ideas will go thru my mental Quality Control process where I don't wanna post anything too generic or boring, which is why for smth like the McDonald's post I cut out all the characters I couldn't think of anything funny for and only left in the jokes I like. Also ofc some of my hcs are really really really horny and I don't necessarily feel like I need or even want to share those. If you want some headcanons I've never posted but have workshopped for a while, here are some:

Scout will actively kill people but won't litter in front of a cop

Sniper says he doesn't litter out of environmental concerns but it's actually because he eats everything out of his hands or off the floor

Soldier doesn't litter because when he finishes something he eats it. This includes styrofoam

Engie doesn't litter out of genuine concern for the environment

Medic litters on purpose

[obessivedork]

The Institute is appropriately creepily utopian seeming on the surface, if one ignores the treatment of synths and just how much everyone seems to admire "Father". Also I literally had to exit out of the game to be excited about Doctor Madison Li

[jakowskis]

my day be so fine then boom i run into a lj comm dedicated to gwen bashing and it's got 2k posts & 500 members. what is WRONG with you people

[vamptastic]

Um one thing Abt college in florida is that everyone has been telling me nooooo you don't need to leave the state every college in florida is a liberal haven and nobody will care and Uh turns out they do care a fair amount and its mostly the same environment as high school bc im an engineering major and engineering dudes are fucking awful