#ci-dilf-us more like it

[stephicness]

Cidolfus Telamon -- Eikon of Ramuh

[sugarydolli]

dilf!bakugou fluff (/ω＼) :.*+

slightly pudgy cheeks flushed red with anger and tight vermilion peer up meeting your face of a sour mixture between regret and irritation. A heavy sigh fell from your lips, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Now why on earth would you attack your classmate?"

A call from Kazu's third grade teacher surprised you, hearing that your eight year old assaulted another child at her school. To learn later that the boy stole another student's bag of chips, your child bravely stepped in, pouncing and punching him until separated.

"It's what dad told me to do mom! He said you're supposed to defend ci-vili-ans!" stomping a little while testing the last word on her tongue. You started to regret your decision to allow her to train a little with her father, thinking that it would help her be a little more responsible with her quirk.

You couldn't find the words to even begin to scold her, especially when her pout was so damn cute, ash blonde pigtails loosened from all your hard work this morning, tight lips replicating Katsuki's infamous scowl, plump little fist wave back and forth as she desperately tries to explain herself. No, you weren't strong enough to scold her.

But maybe someone else is.

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Crayola crayons fall onto the wooden table as soon as heavy boots come barreling through the door. Soft little paddles ring against the tile, Kazu jumping up and down to shortly being swooped up into Katsuki thick arms.

"I heard someone was a little shit today"

Two thick fingers pinch plump rosy cheeks, his tone indicating he was proud rather than upset, you scoffed at the scene, arms folded against your chest turning off to the television—promptly starting to make your way upstairs.

"Taking up after me, huh brat-" cutting a piercing look shot in his direction killed the words on his tongue, he cleared his throat—setting Kazu down, Katsuki kneeled becoming eye level with her.

Kazu's cheeks flushed, that same scowl creeping back onto her face. Her small hands pressed flush against her chest.

"You know better than to fight your classmates, What's gotten-" Katsuki knew that look. He knew what's next before it even played out, and he loathed it.

Katsuki's attempt at a "I'm so disappointed" face morphed into worry, worry to a sour mix of misery and rage. It's not foreign for a father to have trouble scolding his baby girl and Katsuki was no different. A strong part of him screamed 'fuck this, kid probably deserved it anyway', words clawing up his throat viscously only to be forced back by the reminder of expulsion if she does it again.

"I just wanted—wanted to be jus' like you."

Tears threatened her lash line, lips formed into a pout, puffed up cheeks. A chubby fist swiped fat tears quickly, a thumb wiping off the next.

"Kazu—baby. Listen, I know you meant well but, bein’ a hero doesn't always mean beatin' people up.” glassy scarlet peer up at him, bottom lip still trembling. “It doesn’t..?”

“‘course not, it’s about, uhh, problem solving and protecting people using methods that doesn’t always include your hands.” A thick hand ruffles the top of her hair, Kazu’s tears no longer flowing.

“One day, when you are a hero—best hero ever—you’ll understand.”

"But for now brat, just let me handle all the real villains!" Kazu cheerfully nodded, cheeks burning bright as before, a short silence fell over as Katsuki anticipated his next question—gazing up at the stairs, searching for your figure before turning his attention back.

"Did you get 'em good? Right in the eyes like I showed you?"

enjoy!! (๑>◡<๑)

[literalite]

sunny (he/him gay trans man)

do i even need to introduce him. he's the yellow among us tictac

28 when canon starts

flirty and silly and stupid a hardened criminal, haunted by guilt, a war criminal, a child soldier, a slut. has killed children would again. character assassinated by the narrative at birth basically. but above all sexy as fuck

highest bodycount of these three guys. yes i do mean in both ways

yall know him i didnt shut up about him like all last year

vinny (he/him ssssomething? mlm cis man)

if you've been around for any amount of time you know. you know. protagonist of meet me in the woods, caleb vatore's husband. dead dilf dom. i won't him find as he'll

ages like fine fucking wine

devout catholic, as a result pretty tormented generally. blood on his hands but the only blood that has ever mattered to him was that of his younger brother who died, in his eyes, due to his own negligence. passionate despite it all and tries to be a good man. would move heaven and earth and strike down immortals for those he loves. also he's 6'9. i don't believe in heaven but he does so i hope he made it there but i also keep digging up his body to slut him out so uh. sorry vin

boobs

nayef (he/him ssssomething? queer? trans man)

newest blorbo of the roster, coprotagonist of the project violent affairs that me and @lucidicer are doing. he like speedclimbed the ranks in my mind on sheer cunt alone. rotates him in my head like a chicken

a perfectionist above all else. love is a thing to be worked for and earned rather than sometime to be given freely, and he doesn't trust it or even acknowledge it when it is. a romantic! one of my few ocs without a hint of parent issues. basically a michelin star level chef but he got all his experience by just trekking around europe, north africa and west asia for like a decade and working wherever he could

oh yeah he eats people. did i mention that he eats people

statement from olli:

LETS FUCKING GO!

[abysshare]

I saw ur reblog about William's fanfic and I gotta admit you are so REAL!!!

The lack of gay + trans fics in Afton's fanbase is criminal. This man was made for the gays. I have seen a pattern where a lot of Afton's lovers are trans (both fem and masc) and I think thats beautiful.

oh man, i don't remember what post that is 😭

But THANK YOU !!!! i just ???

I just woke up so words are going to be hard. But like, i genuinely get so tired of going to any x reader and its mainly ( cis ) woman based for any fandom.

I know i could make it myself but, i also feel like i shouldn't always have to? Its not even like I'm asking for a very specific personal thing.

And i love women !!! But please, i just want some transgender, queer ass shit between me and that hot villain. As an aroace person i would love more aroace fics that are both "i don't care about romance and/or sex" AND romance and/or okay with sex aspecs etc.

Also Intersex as well!

I feel like the problem of William Afton is a lot of people- mainly cis and/or straight women, when the movie came out, a lot of fics were good but most were, what i call, "daddyifcation", where its just the most cookie cutter m x f where she calls him daddy and all these other things and calls it a day. Its basically coquette /neg

its fine if you / others enjoy that, but not everyone does. And its so true, he is a dilf, but he's not going to make out with you like he's 20 years old ( unless you're writing him around that time ), especially when he becomes Springtrap later.

Give that old man some aspirin before doing his pride make up, give him some arthritis cream before making out, etc /lh /silly

Sorry i probably could talk about this a lot I'm also gay and autistic.

To any Transgender, Nonbinary, Intersex, MOGAI, Aspec, etc who loves William Afton ( even those who don't share f/os etc ), he loves you and he will be happy to indulge in your fantasies and dreams, he adores you.

Also shout out to she/her william aftons and they/them william aftons, mine uses he/she and neopronouns <3

[lexa-griffins]

Can you list all of your wips featuring g!p Clarke?

Dividing this by different categories but here we go

POSTED

The Act of Falling in Love [AO3] [tag - au: taofil] - ABO. Lexa and Clarke are in an arranged marriage. Lexa loves Clarke. Clarke doesn't love Lexa. Yet.

WIP (Not posted yet)

Heda's Delights [TAG - au: Heda's Delights] - Christmas Fic. Lexa and Clarke have a complicated past after Lexa ended their engagement and Clarke left for art school in Paris. Five years later she returns to a sick dad and a baby she didn't know existed.

High Ground [NO TAG] - One-Shot. Clarke is a bartender at the same club Lexa dances at. After finding out Clarke has never been given a lap dance, she offers her services for free.

Cam Girls AU [TAG - au: cam girls] [SIDEBLOG] One-Shot collection. College girlfriends Lexa and Clarke have a cam show.

AUs (some to be written others just headcanons)

7 minutes in heaven [TAG - au: 7min in heaven] - Popular Lexa/Nerd Clarke spend a night together after a game of 7 minutes in heaven

Daddy Clarke/Sugarbaby!Lexa [TAG - sugarbaby!lexa] - Exactly what it says on the tin. They are rich, they are hot and they are living the life

*Jock Clarke/Cheerleader Lexa [TAG - cheerleader lexa x jock clarke] - College au. Clarke's a football player frat girl jock and Lexa is her aloof hot bitchy cheerleader girlfriend

*Not always g!p as it started as a cis Clarke au and it changed but I accept both as canon in the fic

DILF!Clarke [TAG - au: dilf!clarke] - Clarke's a widow single mom in her 40's and Lexa is a recent college grad in her 20's who seems to really like the older mom at the gym.

Bedwarmer Clarke [TAG - bedwarmer clarke] - Skaikru was eradicated, leaving Clarke as the last of the sky people. She makes her living in a brothel until Heda chooses her as her bedwarmer. Clarke hates Lexa for what she did to her people and refuses to do more than fuck Lexa as Lexa herself starts to fall for Clarke and longs for her forgiveness.

Noble Lexa x Feral Clarke [TAG - au: noble x feral] - ABO. In a society where omegas are seen as the most important, criminal alphas are used as toys for them to play and discard off. Noble omega Lexa is trying her best to liberate some of these alphas before she is to marry a noble alpha. At the pound, she finds a nearly feral Clarke as they try and make the most of their time together before Lexa marries and Clarke is send off to a death sentence.

Gloryhole AU [NO TAG] - Lexa is a struggling college senior who just lost her schoolarship and as a means to get money she starts a glory hole business at the sex shop Anya works at. Clarke's a frequent client as well as Lexa's TA.

Werewolf Clarke [TAG - werewolf clarke] - Lexa is sacrificed by her village to the local beast. She ends up helping triplicate the werewolf population.

[theodore-lasso]

Tbh this has added at Least 2 months but probably more onto the pipeline and my guys. It ain't looking good

Another doctors appointment about T tomorrow, another day of bonechilling anxiety leading up to it 😮‍💨🚬

[valley9irl9limmer]

VALLEY 9IRL TIMES ୧₊˚

ENTRY 03.🏹

Dear girlbloggers,

I’m back, did you miss me? Due to my very active and busy day yesterday I may have ruined my blogging streak. So this counts for two days! Congrats <3

Today’s topic of choice is crushes, specifically how horribly my cis-male white ones end. Now dear reader, I will disclose to you something not even my very own parents know—I’m gay. What type of gay? We have yet to figure out, but I’ve been through all the labels and none fit, so let’s do a little thing of not confining ourselves to colonialist tags that do nothing but box us in.

Back to the main topic at hand, as of this passing year I’ve liked 20+ men, and it’s very hard to keep track but the last few are the most important so I’ll emphasize that.

Income J. J is your standard all American guy. Blue eyes and tan skin. The smile is killer and the jokes make me laugh…sometimes. Recently he’s gotten into a relationship with someone I’ve deemed the Voldemort of the our school and the downfall of the human race. She’s white, has a horrible personality, and is an active bully, not to mention she doesn’t hold a candle to me.

It makes me beg the question…was I not good enough? Which makes me beg another question. Since when was he good enough for me to question my worth? He wasn’t. Leading me to the conclusion that I need to do one thing, STAND TF UP.

I’m embarrassing myself for a mid white boy who couldn’t find the clit if I gave him a map or make me swoon like Farmer George if he put his whole being into it.

Onto Exhibit B, E. E was my type down to the fat ass and full lips. He was bad. B-A-D. But when my friend told me he liked her, I eventually realized I wasn’t even on his radar. He couldn’t recognize beauty if I had a sign with the word written stapled to my forehead. Not to mention he had this weird thing against me. I mean any time I spoke he practically blew up. He was brimming with insecurity and I had to ask myself again, was he worth it? What exactly had me desperately clinging to men that didn’t want me—sub-par men at that.

It is now I realize (and hope it’s true) that white America and it’s Eurocentric standards have brainwashed me. I’m going coo-coo for guys who wouldn’t even go out of the way to arrange me a vase of flowers and opt out for hideous and poorly put together poor ones. These days guys don’t write girls love letters—especially not the mid ones with blue eyes and toxic masculinity seeping out their pores. This my friends is what happens to dreamers. It doesn’t help that I’m a Pisces because that led to my FSITIFMIDDTLTAOLMHB.

Fantastizing so itense that I find myself in deep delusion that leads to an obsession leaving my heart broken.

And that heartbreak hurts. Bad.

Anyways my fellow girlbloggers let me lead by example, do better please. He’s no Vinnie Hacker or Nakamoto Yuta or Aaron Taylor Johnson or Luka Sabbat or that one dilf from the last of us. He’s simply not worth it. Fall in love sparingly and get over him quickly. The more options you run through, the quicker you’ll find your Romeo with VERY deep pockets. (Except he didn’t used to date your cousin and wasn’t toxically in love with you because you were pretty at like 12.)

Xoxo, valley9irl9limmer

[centi-pedve]

YOU GET IT... Together we will repopulate the ftm porn genre with our ideas.

- Leftist debate bro trans man who out debates a closeted cis guy chud about lgbtq rights and socialism and then convinces him to let him top and “turns him gay” maybes even force fems him because he’s scared of getting transed by the woke mind virus.

- Stoner tguy dom who makes his subs suck him off while he hits the bong and watches adult cartoons.

- Enemies to lovers except it’s two trans guys who are academic rivals and become fwbs to “know their enemy” but it becomes something more. Competes over who tops by exam scores to keep things exciting.

- Popular bully jock has homoerotic tension with the new student, but they’re both trans.

- Skinny supermodel who transitioned into a hot buff dude and now dates supermodels, but after a certain point in their relationship, forces them to take testosterone and wear boy clothes until they get the hint and become his twink harem.

I could come up with more.

YESSS honestly might even just use some of these ideas because we mean we like to dabble in writing the good shit. teehee. stoner one might be our favorite simply because the mental image is so rich here. absolute failguy watching fuckingnn family guy funny moments #27 high as shittt getting diabolical head ... we want to be him...

also cant lie we do have a thing for conservative cis men getting gay beamed or transesed its our toxic guilty pleasure. so we do have a soft spot for anything along the lines of the first one lmfao. by the way us having a thing for conservatives getting queered is a warning considering our webcummy has a whole arc revolving around conservatives. it will be the most homosexual and transgender segment slash hyperbole

not a SPECIFIC scenario but we're advocating for more trans dilfs or old transdudes in general. need some fit tdude in his 40s. ones that have better things to do than get super involved in sex but might help themselves on occasion or the ones with a chronic addiction to picking up guys fresh out of college whenever he spots one. old tdudes that make younger guys act like complete fools. its so important

tguy who is super possessive over his partner and will throw hands with anyone who even mildly inconveniences them... aggros on anyone who gives weird vibes within 2 miles regardless of whether or not he is completely outmatched.

growing up we got into a lot of fistfights like nonstop over relationship drama or random insults or petty shit and it was always with another tdude. every single tdude we knew growing up were universal enemies with each other but also kept on dating each other. we were the scrawniest one but we kept on getting into fights with the other guys by purposefully antagonizing them because we liked to be manhandled and beaten with in-between moments of triumph where we could start tormenting them back with our horrific upper-hand methods. lots of ideas could come from this we think. but tldr we need tdudes who are angry and antagonistic and get into fights with each other. maybe deep down they enjoy it and maybe they don't even know how much they do until they're hatefucking each other ⚡️

[wolficake]

(genderfluid trans masc here) like, i need my fellow queer ppl to understand that yeah, youre probably gonna go fucking bald. know why? BC EVEN CIS MEN AND CIS WOMEN GO BALD IF THEY HAVE A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF TESTOSTERONE IN THEIR BODIES NATURALLY

im not even on hrt, but bc im intersex and produce male hormones, my hair is thinned a bit.

it happens and if you use balding as a why to try and convince other trans ppl to forgo life saving gender affirming care bc they could go bald, then your priorities are fucked.

i used to be codependent on my hair

one day i just buzzed it all off and ya know what? it was so freeing.

this lil rant isnt at the OP, just more of an addition/aside bc im sick of ppl transitioning and then going back and being transphobic bc they didnt turn into a hot dilf or some weird asf crap

sorry that you look like your dad and your brothers after transitioning, but thats on genes and shouldnt be a reason to be transphobic

as a man on HRT thats approaching his thirties im on my knees begging you other trans and queer folk to stop treating hair thinning and baldness like its some sort of final nail in the coffin on someone’s youth and scale of attractiveness and to stop insisting people see their doctor if someone starts experiencing hair loss and they didnt ask for help!

[biglisbonnews]

Stormy Daniels Is Here For Real Himbo-Daddy Romance Strange things always happen to Stormy Daniels, though the most well-known involves an orange-hued politician, a cover-up conspiracy and a highly publicized legal battle. But that’s not what we're interested in discussing during our conversation over mid-day drinks at a mall in the San Fernando Valley. Rather, we’re here to talk about the dramatic, emotional and just plain wacky occurrences that transpired while she was filming OUTtv’s new opposites-attract dating series For the Love of DILFs, including a supernatural incident that almost took out a hot tub full of daddies and himbos.As the dating show’s host and in-house relationship advisor, the director, producer and former adult star-turned-paranormal investigator spent several weeks living in a South Florida mansion with a group of “young” and “pretty” himbos trying to find the hunky daddy of their dreams. Joining her was Susan, the haunted doll who became a point of contention amongst her Surreal Life castmates, mostly due to their inability to accept her as a member of the household. Unfortunately, this was also the case with a few contestants from For the Love of DILFs, who “ran in freaking out” after spotting Susan in a window overlooking the pool, where “they said they were making fun of her and were taking photos without asking.” Related | 'The Surreal Life' Is the Wildest Celebrity Roommate Situation“And then a palm tree instantly broke in half and landed next to them in the jacuzzi,” Daniels recalls, before launching into a story about how it was amazing to be around “40 gorgeous men and none of them were trying to fuck [her].” Instead, they were more fixated on her husband — another former adult star who was acting as the show’s cinematographer — and were likely responsible for an overnight uptick in sales of his dick molds. Despite their desire to have sex with her husband, not to mention the interpersonal drama required for any good reality show, Daniels says that all of the contestants were ultimately there to form real connections with each other through date nights and challenges. After all, Daniels explains that For the Love of DILFs is a far cry from the Love Islands and the Too Hot to Handles of the world, as it’s a dating show where the $10,000 cash prize is “to invest into their relationship.” “They have to spend it together, so it’s not $10,000 each. It’s for things like trips or bonding,” she elaborates. “One couple even said that if they made it, they were going to use it for a cross-country move to be together.”Not only that, but Daniels — who is a member of the LGBTQ+ community herself — believes the show is truly reflective of both daddy and himbo subcultures, seeing as For the Love of DILFs is helmed by Daddy TV, a queer production company that wanted to ensure the true-to-life casting was representative of the “organically diverse” nature of many daddy/himbo partnerships. ​“It feels more authentic because the producers, directors and writers of the show are actually from the community and they understand them,” she says. “So as ridiculous as it is, it’s not exploitative.”Daniels continues, “I’ve seen some shit, and this doesn’t feel like some more mainstream Hollywood show that’s like, ‘I'm cashing in on this community of people.’ Everyone working on it is young. They’re in the scene.” As for critics who argue that a bisexual cis-woman shouldn’t be hosting a show about gay male relationships, let alone doling out advice, Daniels notes that she had “no real influence” on the dynamics or organization of the show, other than sometimes being the “tiebreaker” during a few of the challenges. And even then, the real heart of the show is fostering “true connection,” not just “the chemistry or who won an athletic challenge or a challenge based on luck,” which makes Daniels the perfect host, according to Daddy TV co-founder Topher Cusumano. “There was no better person to help these men find love with each other than Stormy. She adds so much humor and heart to the show. You can tell just by watching how she was genuinely invested in the singles and their happiness,” Cusumano previously told Deadline, while OUTtv CEO Phillip Webb added that Daniels has “a long public history of standing up for the LGBTQ+ community.” ​“That allyship, star power, and relationship expertise make her the perfect fit to helm a show about guys hunting for love,” Webb said, a sentiment that Daniels goes on to echo in her own explanation. “I have a huge gay fan base. I’ve spoken out and given people the courage or the platform to stand up for themselves and be fearless,” she says before taking a swig of her drink. “And maybe the producers thought that after seeing Trump naked, you couldn't really shock me.”Welcome to "Sex with Sandra," a column by Sandra Song about the ever-changing face of sexuality. Whether it be spotlight features on sex work activists, deep dives into hyper-niche fetishes, or overviews on current legislation and policy, "Sex with Sandra" is dedicated to examining some of the biggest sex-related discussions happening on the internet right now.Photos courtesy of OUTtv https://www.papermag.com/stormy-daniels-dilfs-2659365618.html

[sleepyrouge]

imagining dilf!kirishima (part two) word count: 5.6k pairing: kirishima eijirou x f!reader content warnings: age gap (reader is early twenties, kirishima is early thirties), kinda sugar daddy/baby dynamics but only if you squint, f!reader, reader is kind of a nervous brat, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (but mentions of taking pill-form birth control), use of petnames, spanking (kinda?), creampie, choking, praise. also the prose in this is non-existent and the format is trash and if anyone sees any y'alls that i forgot to edit out...just.......let it rock. 18+ mdni (and no blank blogs) or you will get blocked. authors note: not me thinking about this post i made the other day for the t h o u s a n d t h time but just there's so much more to imagine, like:

it's before noon on a thursday and you have a final presentation for an elective american lit class in a few hours and you're about to climb a wall because you've practiced your presentation in your mirror so much that you can't stand the sight of your own face anymore so you end up calling kirishima. your stomach flips when you hear his voice on the other end of the line, all deep and sweet and cheery.

"hey, sweet girl! don't you have a final today?" he teases and your stomach is about to flip straight out of your body at the fact that he remembered.

"yeah, i'm really nervous about it." you chew on your lip.

"why don't you come over to the agency and practice in front of me? i don't have patrol until this afternoon." he suggests and you feel a little dumb for not thinking to suggest that yourself.

"are you sure? it won't be...weird?"

"'course not. you're my girlfriend and besides, it's my agency." kirishima continues but your brain gets all staticky after the first part of his sentence.

"i'm your girlfriend." you state slowly, goofy smile on your face that eijirou physically can't see but you can hear him chuckle on his end of the phone. it was the first time that he had called you that outright.

"i mean, i hope so, or pouring my heart out in front of that mcdonald's would have been kinda embarrassing." he jests. you cradle your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you grab your laptop and your notes from around your room and shove them in your schoolbag.

"definitely your girlfriend, eiji." you say with a broad grin on your face as your pick up your apartment keys and head out the door. "also i'm on my way." you finish up your conversation with kirishima as you bound down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.

the walk to his building isn't terribly long and is made even shorter by reciting the facts of your presentation over and over again in your head. you ride the elevator up to the floor that he texted you that he was on and just before the doors slide open, you're hit by a wave of anxiety. you know that kirishima has sidekicks that he employs at his agency that are around your age and you wonder agitatedly what they'll think of you.

too soon, the doors are opening and you hold your breath, expecting the worst but everything is relatively...mundane. like a magnet, your eyes find the door with kirishima's name on the front and you set a quick course for the door. you don't know why you did it, not really, but you slide through his door quickly, not even bothering to knock. you accidentally interrupt a phonecall he was having.

"what's she getting a degree in, anyways? learning how to tie her shoes? reciting the alphabet?" your face heats up at the sound of the man eijirou has on the other end of the line. he swivels in his chair, scrambling to cut the call short.

"goodbye, bakugou." kirishima scowls pointedly at the phone before fixing his face and looking up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. "hey there, sweet thing," he grins and you shake off the self-doubt trying to make itself at home in your body. "i'm so ready to see your presentation." he goes on. his office is modest, a medium oak desk with a shiny black chair and an exquisite view of the city. you take a few steps around, admiring the pictures of him in his hero costume and some with his hero friends.

silently, kirishima cups his hands dutifully on his desk as he waits expectantly for you to start your presentation but you're caught off guard by how handsome and powerful he looks sitting there, hair laying flat against his head and dress shirt unbuttoned just enough at the top to make you want to undo the rest of the buttons. it's like kirishima can read your thoughts because he starts smirking at you and it flusters you just enough to startle you out of your reverie. you pull your laptop out of your schoolbag and click around, opening up the powerpoint and sitting it where the red-head can see it. you take a deep breath and crack your knuckles before launching into your speech about the impact of the beat poet movement, specifically allen ginsberg, and the murky history of that part of american literature. by the time you were done, kirishima was leaning forward, listening intently, and the tips of your ears were practically on fire from all of the attention he was paying you. he didn't look bored in the slightest. that had to account for something, right? kirishima clapped his hands enthusiastically as you shuffled your index cards back into the correct order and shut your laptop.

"that was so informative, baby! i didn't know any of that stuff!" he encouraged, standing up to step around his desk and pull you into his broad chest. you inhaled his cologne that you loved so much and it made you a little dizzy. you wrapped your arms around his sides and tried to fight the bashful grin on your face even though he couldn't see it.

"you really think so?" your voice is muffled by his chest.

"'course i do. you're the smartest person i know." kirishima backs away a step and hooks his index finger under your chin to make you look up at him. he pecks your lips quickly and all of your nerves momentarily disappear. "can't wait to take you on a real date tonight, either." he grins and you almost balk at forgetting the previously planned engagement.

"are you sure you still wanna go out with me? are you sure you wouldn't rather go out with your friends or...anyone else?" you hated being so insecure, but more than anything, you hated the idea of being an inconvenience. kirishima tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you nuzzled your face against his hand.

"i've been planning tonight for an entire month. there's nowhere else i'd rather be than with you this evening after my patrol." he smiles reassuringly at you and your heart swells. he was so good to you.

"thank you. y'know, for waiting for me and everything." you hope your words convey your feelings. there comes a knock at the door. a sidekick around your age, already dressed out in their gear, sticks their head through the door.

"it's almost time to go, mr. riot." the sidekick's eyes dart between you and kirishima. eijirou lets out a good-natured sigh.

"i've already told you, it's okay to just use my name." the sidekick nods dutifully.

"of course, mr. riot! i'll be waiting for you downstairs." he casts another quick glance between the two of you before retreating and shutting the door. there's a dusting of color on kirishima's cheeks when you look up at him. you grin like a lovesick puppy up at him, having never seen him interact with his colleagues before. you pull him into an easy hug.

"they just don't listen to me," he mumbles into your hair and you giggle before checking your watch. your eyes grow wide seeing the time.

"shit, i gotta go!" you exclaim-the moment over and jump over to kirishima's desk. you pack your laptop away quickly. you throw your bag over your shoulder and bound for the door, stop to think for a moment, turn around, and give eijirou a quick kiss before exiting.

hours later, you're back in your tiny apartment after finishing your presentation on campus and running errands and you're just relaxing for a minute before you start getting ready for your date (!!!) with kirishima. you're lounging on your bed in a robe and a soothing face mask when your phone chirps on your nightstand with a reminder that you have an extra credit quiz due at five. the notification sends you into overdrive because it's already four and you had a whole extensive hours-long get ready routine planned for your date and you didn't even really need to take the extra credit quiz, but what was the point in being so uptight about your education if you weren't going to take every option available to you?

so you start racing around and grab your class notes and your laptop and zoom through your quiz and manage to elaborate and remember all the facts for the essay questions better than you thought you did!! you manage to turn your quiz in just in time and you take a deep breath and start laying out your outfit for your date that consists of stuff that kirishima helped you pick out when y’all were shopping together. he wanted to take you out to a nice restaurant (much better than the one you worked at) because that “was the respectable thing to do." you finally are able to shower and do your hair and makeup and the whole process is really relaxing which really helps with your nerves, but it's also a good way to pamper yourself after the stress of finals.

too quickly, the time comes and kirishima is knocking on your door and you’re trying to run to answer the door and put your heels on at the same time and you end up falling over onto your washing machine and making a huge crashing sound and when you go to open the door, kirishima is standing there with a look of concern on his face and you’re just like “p l e a s e just give me five minutes” and he smirks like the absolute little rascal that he is and follows you into your apartment and he looks around at everything while you finish getting ready without tearing the whole place down. kirishima takes note that you have a ton of plants in your kitchen placed on the window sills and on the kitchen sink and he thinks it's really cute but he notices some of the plant leaves are ~crispy~ and the soil is kinda dry so he takes a cup and starts watering them while he waits for you.

finally, after about ten minutes, he hears your bedroom door open and you come out and see him watering your plants and you're just standing there with heart eyes (also because he looks fucking good with his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows). then he turns to look at you and he's also mega heart eyes and he tells you that you look pretty as he dusts soil off of his hands and goes over to greet you properly and give you a warm kiss on the cheek.

after that, he drives the two of you to dinner through the crowded nighttime streets and he holds your hand the whole time and there isn't much conversation on the ride there but you just can't take your eyes off of your intertwined fingers. you thought your heart might have been ready to bust when he rubbed his thumb over the tops of your fingers.

when you get to the restaurant, the hostess goes to seat the two of you and you pull kirishima along behind you by the hand and it's such a small thing that you do but he loves it for some reason. dinner passes all too quickly between eating and talking about your respective days and you end up accidentally going too far in-depth about beatniks and abie hoffman and yippies and the effect that guerilla theatre had on the american counterculture movement (which are all points you didn't have time to hit on in your presentation) but kirishima doesn't mind even though he can't focus all that well on what you're talking about because he's too busy congratulating himself on buying you an outfit that looks that good on you.

but then kirishima's feeling a little guilty because you're asking him if he's ever read "howl" since it's a masterpiece even though you're inwardly cringing at how annoying you sound but you're only doing it to get your mind off of kissing kirishima and running your hands through his stupid hair.

after dinner, eijirou drops you back off at your apartment and walks you to the door because honestly it's kind of a sketchy part of town and he's a gentleman. he kisses you goodnight and then a second time and then a third time and before you know it-before your mind has time to catch up with your tongue-you're inviting him in for ice cream. you don't know what you're doing, not exactly, but you don't have time to think anything through before you're standing in front of your coffee table with him sprawled out on the couch behind you. you're desperately trying to get your tv to work to no avail. honestly, the little tv you had was well past its prime and on its last legs, but it had been with you since freshman year and even though the stand it sat on was broken and even though the roku attachment you had for it only worked some of the time, you were attached to it. you didn't see the point in replacing something as long as it still worked well enough. eijirou chuckled behind you.

"just let me buy you a new one." as soon as he spoke, the screen sprang to life playing the last show that you were watching.

"there's no need for that! it works just fine." you grinned down at him, handed him the remote, and placed your phone on the table before going back into the kitchen to get the ice cream that you weren't even hungry for. you just wanted eijirou to hang around for a little longer.

you dug around in your freezer and found the ice cream that you had squirreled away. deciding against bowls, you were scrounging around in your silverware drawer for two clean spoons when you heard your phone ringing from the coffee table.

"hey, can you see who that is?" you called over your shoulder to eijirou as you slid the drawer closed with your hip. the ringing stopped, and too late, you realized what time it was. you watched in mild horror as kirishima cleared his throat and held the phone closer to his face.

"the notification says 'don't forget to take your birth control, you dumb hormonal bitch.'" he pauses to look over at you from the couch, a look of amusement on his face. you're only slightly mortified. "do you want me to snooze that?"

"yeah." you disappear momentarily into your bedroom and take your medicine. you reappear quickly and grab your snack and waltz over to the couch, hoping that the embarrassing interlude will soon be forgotten. you put the ice cream and spoons down on the table and feel eijirou pulling at your hand. you turn around slightly to see what he wants and he pulls you down.

you straddle his lap and his arms wrap around your waist wantonly. you feel your heartbeat quicken when he looks up at you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"i, uh, like your phone lock screen." he lets out a full chuckle then and you wonder briefly if there are any large rocks around for you to hide under.

"i was gonna change it," you pout and start to lean back to grab your phone. eijirou pulls you closer to him instead.

"don't. i like it. that was one of my first magazine covers." his lips flutter against your jaw.

"i know." you gush. "you were really handsome."

"were?" he fakes being taken aback.

"you know what i mean, eiji." your crimson nails come to scrape lightly over his hard chest passively and kirishima grabs your fingers lightly, looking at your nails in the soft glow of the television light. a little smile flashes over his face.

“when’d you get your nails done?”

“today, after my final,” you answer, recalling how you had picked the color, thinking of it as a small, unobtrusive way to show that you were his.

“i like them.” he presses light kisses to the pads of your fingers and your eyes flutter shut, humming at the simple affection.

“it’s a little dumb.” you blush and you feel kirishima’s thumb on your chin, pulling your head down to look at him.

“i don’t think so.” he says with nothing but sincerity in his eyes and if you weren’t already completely smitten beforehand, that was enough to do it.

instead of responding to him verbally, you reach down to kiss him. kirishima’s head is lazily propped up on the back of the couch. his hands tangle in your hair and your lips start to move against him more fervently. the kisses are full of heat and saliva but you’re so entranced by it and the feeling of your chest closely pressed to his that it’s a complete surprise when you feel kirishima’s sharp teeth biting down on your bottom lip. when you open your mouth involuntarily, his tongue slides into your mouth and you revel in the way it makes your stomach knot up nicely.

your hands slide down easily over his torso and through the fabric of his shirt, you can feel his defined abs constricting underneath your touch. you inhale sharply against his mouth and fight the meek feeling that comes over you when eijirou smirks against your lips. he follows your lead and traces a finger down from your jaw to the deep neckline of the dress that you wore. he ran his finger over the length of the seam until he reached one of your shoulders and pulled downwards until the whole expanse of skin was exposed. eijirou cranes his neck forward to place feather light kisses against your skin and your breath hitches in your throat at the contact. he sits back to look at you and your run your fingers through the front of his hair. he doesn't break eye contact with you as he pulls your dress down all the way to your waist, exposing your bra to him. you can't tell if your skin prickles from the cool air or his hungry gaze.

eijirou's warm hands ghost over your shoulders and chest. in the space of a blink, your back is pressed against the couch and he's sliding your dress down your legs and tossing it to the side. he takes a moment to caress up and down your smooth skin and there's no room to be self-conscious under his gaze any longer. he settles down against the cradle of your body, one strong arm holding him up by your head, and then he's lavishing every inch of your skin with searing kisses that you think might mark you for all to see. not that you would mind. as he works, you busy yourself with undoing the buttons of his shirt. it's not a hard task by any means, but it's hard to focus with all the attention that he's giving you. finally, you unbutton enough of his shirt to where your hands are only centimeters away from the top of his slacks and you start tugging to free the fabric tucked into his pants. eijirou adjusts himself to assist you in tugging his shirt off and when he does, your hand brushes only slightly against his length. how hard he is doesn't surprise you, not really, but what does is the amount. your lips part slightly in awe as you rub the flat palm of your hand up and down his cock. his forehead falls against your shoulder. his free hand moves between your two bodies to pull your hand away from him.

"you gotta stop that, baby." he growls against the shell of your ear and then he's nipping at your earlobe.

"why?" you're all innocence, looking at him with wide eyes.

"you're gonna make me cum in my pants." your heart skips a beat at the way he says it and then your eyebrows knit together in concentration as your hand moves down his body again. you hear him suck in a breath as he bites at your skin in warning.

"gonna cum for me so easy, big guy?" you pout your lips at eijirou to mock him, but your insides are all twisted up from the surge of power you feel. you can feel your own arousal starting to stick to your underwear. you hear a strained, impatient growl against your neck once more and then his hands are yanking yours away with force. a giggle bubbles out of your throat and is blotted out quickly by your panties being pushed to the side and his finger coming to circle roughly around your clit. your back arches, pressing you further into his touch, and it's eijirou's turn to chuckle now. with his free hand, he paws at one of your breasts through your bra.

"are we gonna do...this...with jurassic park playing in the background?" you whisper, a little amused and a little breathless, against eijirou's lips.

"it's actually the second one. the dinosaurs are cooler." he grins, showing off his sharp teeth and that's all it takes for you to pull him into a kiss again. jurassic park or not, you needed this man worse than anything. he pulls his hand out of your underwear and admires how your slick catches the light from the screen a few feet away. he sits up, popping his fingers into his mouth and starts unbuttoning his pants. you moan at the sight and scoot up so you're resting against the arm rest of the couch. eijirou removes his fingers from his mouth and stands up. he's dressed only in his boxers now and if you really wanted to, you could drool at the sight of him.

"come on, now." he bends over you, scooping you up with his arms circling around your waist and he pulls upwards. understanding, you wrap your legs around his middle and he bounces your body up against yours to situate you closer to him. he kisses you gently, lips molding to the shape of yours. you lose yourself in the embrace momentarily and wrap your legs tighter around him, intoxicated by the way eijirou's body feels against yours. he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours. both of you breath heavily. he treks around the edge of the couch and into the kitchen and you're leaving butterfly kisses against the planes of his face. abruptly, he stumbles and you clutch onto him harder, eyes shut and ready to feel the both of you crash into the floor, but instead, you just end up pressed roughly into the refrigerator.

"oops." there comes a consoling kiss at your lips. then one against the smooth, sensitive skin of your neck. then one right above where your heart is. one of eijirou's hands is travelling up your back to the clasp of your bra and undoing it. you pull the straps down your arms and toss it away. he bows his head lower and licks along the swell of your breasts until he can pull a nipple into his mouth. he rolls the sensitive skin gently between his teeth and kneads the other one with the pads of his thumb and forefinger. your head lolls back as far as it can. you can feel eijirou's length pressed hard against you as he explores. you roll your hips down into him. his breath stutters against your skin. you feel him moving your panties to the side with the hand currently situated against your ass. you squirm. he peers at you with a dark gaze, too close to your face to be friendly.

"wanna fuck you right here." he begs.

"think of all the sauces that'll give their lives that i might get laid if you break my fridge."

"fine." he huffs patiently. you tighten your hold around him and press a sloppy kiss against his neck as eijirou continues on the pilgrimage to your bedroom.

he tosses you gently onto your bed and you lay on your stomach, pulling him to you with an outstretched hand. no words transpire between the two of you as you tug him close to stand at the foot of your bed. your hands dip into his boxers and the first thing that you feel isn't him, but the heat radiating off of his cock. you swallow thickly and wrap your hand around his length, slowly freeing him from the fabric. precum leaks from the head of his impossibly hard cock. you run the very tip of your finger over his slit and he shudders. you scoot up, bringing your head forward.

“oh fuck, that’s my good girl.” kirishima groans, hand guiding your head when you first try to take him all in your mouth. you’re only about half of the way down his shaft and his cock is already pressing against the back of your throat and you stay there for a second, willing yourself to take more of him. letting out a huff through your nose, you pull off of his shaft with a pop and start giving kitten licks to his head again before sinking your mouth back down again, this time being able to take his dick a little farther before you’re absolutely gagging. eijirou’s grip on your hair tightens and you wrap one of your hands around the base of him and stroke in time with your mouth. your gaze fixates on him from your laid-out position on your bed and you revel in the view of him with his head rolled back and the vein in his jaw twitching. you wiggle your hips side to side subtly and try to gain some relief from the desire that you feel puddling between your legs. you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth. you take him far down your throat again and he whines out, looking back down and meeting your darkened eyes.

"makin' me feel so good, goddamn." eijirou swears and notices you wiggling your hips and bends forward slightly to grab onto the fat of your ass. he palms the flesh there once, twice, before becoming so enthralled with the sight that he loses control of himself and is pressing harder down your throat than you can handle, causing you to choke a bit and startle him back to reality. he pulls back, grinning at you sheepishly, and swats at your asscheek lovingly. you whimper at the barely-there sting. he pulls back from your mouth. you sit up, cross your legs, and almost pout. all you want is skin to skin contact-to have eijirou fill you full. he notices your displeased look and the crease between your brow. it’s hard not to purr at the sight of him standing there, lazily fisting his cock.

“what’s wrong?“ his eyes are barely open and his breathing isn’t even when your hand replaces his, slowly stroking up and down. he’s so thick that your hand can barely wrap around his girth and your mouth waters.

“want you to fuck me now.” you bite down on your bottom lip nervously.

“i was gettin’ there.” he smiles and runs a finger down the side of your face.

“no.” you find your voice and put some backbone into it. “want you to fuck me right now.” eijirou’s eyes widen at the urgency in your tone. “needed it for so long.” you add on almost in a whisper.

“i thought you wanted for us to wait until the semester was over?” he recalls an earlier conversation the two of you had weeks earlier when making out had almost gotten too heavy.

“i did and now it’s over and now i need you, eiji.” you’re almost in tears at the desire and emotions running through you. you looked up into his cherry eyes and saw a lovesick mountain of a man looking back down at you. your hand stilled against his length and came to rest in your lap. you fought the violent urge to run your index finger through the slick pooling between your legs.

"so that's why you're bein' so hard to get along with, huh?" he coos. you feel his sturdy hands pushing you back into the smooth surface of your comforter and eijirou’s body covers your own. he left searing kisses down your jaw and the slight curve of your neck. you wrap your legs around him and play with the stray hairs at the nape of his neck in response. the contact is charged, laced with need and want. you're realizing at that moment that it's not enough. the lingering taste of him on your tongue is enough to motivate you into wiggling out from underneath him. he turns on his side, head coming to rest on his hand and stare at you in amusement. your sudden inability to be satisfied is amusing to him.

you push at his upper body and he follows where you lead him until he's laying flat on his back and staring up at you with lust filled eyes. you swing a leg over his waist so you're straddling him and you roll your slit against his length.

"fuck," you pant out and he grips your hips hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. eijirou cants his hips up to meet yours. you brace your arms against his chest and arch your back and momentarily chase your own high. you know that he's doing the same exact thing as he works his boxers the rest of the way down his legs. he pulls your torso down until it's flush against his and he has easy access to whisper in your ear.

"you still sure you want it this bad?" you nod against his forehead. he pulls your panties to the side.

eijirou has a hold of your hips as you line him up with your entrance. slowly, you start to lower yourself onto him and you hiss out as his cock journeys through your folds and pushes into you. eijirou cups your face in his hands and pushes your hair out your face. you can feel his breathing growing ragged underneath you. you lower yourself imperceptibly lower onto him. your breath catches in your throat. the stretch is almost too much.

you pause a moment and try to gather yourself. having eijirou filling you this full already felt so good but there was also the pain coupled with it. you try to push through it and manage to work yourself down about halfway before his thumb is circling your clit and his free hand is guiding you up and down. you can't even think, the feeling is so heavy and pervasive, but you're sure that nothing had ever felt as good as this. you tune into eijirou's pants and heavy breathing underneath you. gently, he's rocking his hips up to meet yours and it feels exponentially, if that was even possible, better than what you were doing. your arms turn to jelly and give out and you collapse onto his broad chest.

"wan' you to do it, feels better that way." you mumble into the empty space in the crook of his neck. his arm wrap tighter around your middle and you feel his dick twitch against your fluttering walls. if it feels this good now, you dare not even imagine what cumming feels like with him buried in you.

"gonna make you feel so good, baby." his hand strokes down your neck and he rolls his hips gently but slips further inside of you. you cry out when he hits a spot inside of you that hasn't ever been touched before. you babble out something incoherent and he repeats the action. your crimson fingernails curl violently into his chest and you register his sharp intake of breath but you just don't care as he keeps hitting the same spot inside of you over and over again. you feel like something inside of you is on the verge of breaking.

all you're capable of focusing on is the heavy drag of his cock in and out of your walls as he pounds up into you with little mercy. little white, twinkling spots are coating your vision as you nip harshly at the skin of his neck. abruptly, you're arching your back and calling out eijirou's name as a thick wave of warmth floods over you. his thrusts stutter briefly as you clamp down hard on his cock but then he's drilling into even faster and harder than before and you're only able to screw your eyes shut and babble his name over and over again at the new sensation you're feeling.

it might have been minutes or seconds that passed, but eijirou finally, mercilessly, buries himself to the hilt inside of you and lets out a deep groan. you feel him coating your insides with thick and hot spurts of his cum and you let out a squeak at the feeling. his hips finally still and you both lay there, panting, with eijirou still hard and buried deep in you. he kisses your cheek sweetly and leaves a stripe of sweat on your temple from his forehead.

"wanna do more of that." you have trouble speaking, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.

"well, lucky for you, we have all summer until you go to grad school."

[literalite]

jovan (he/him bi cis man)

one of sunny's ex flings, so, technically another among us oc although he's not on the ship. he just exists in the universe. was the pov character of this bit of writing (18+)

i never worked how old he is exactly but i thiiink he's around 30

usually blonde but that's one of the clearer hq pics i have of his face, so. a bit on the apathetic side, very much in his own head which is a bit of a weird trait for a nurse. he's got a pretty neutral bedside manner and will essentially do the bare minimum to make sure a patient doesn't die before moving onto the next job. he's gone through caring deeply and lost everything for it so he's decided it's just not for him. doesn't need those glasses actually, they belonged to his brother who died

look you can't see it in the pic but i swear this man has milkers. he's got a right to be called beefy

vinny (he/him ssssomething? mlm cis man)

if you've been around for any amount of time you know. you know. protagonist of meet me in the woods, caleb vatore's husband. dead dilf dom. i won't him find as he'll

ages like fine fucking wine

devout catholic, as a result pretty tormented generally. blood on his hands but the only blood that has ever mattered to him was that of his younger brother who died, in his eyes, due to his own negligence. passionate despite it all and tries to be a good man. would move heaven and earth and strike down immortals for those he loves. also he's 6'9. i don't believe in heaven but he does so i hope he made it there but i also keep digging up his body to slut him out so uh. sorry vin

boobs

[foxymoxynoona]

Okay I saw what you wrote about a paper copy of your books and I have to send you this. Last week was 🌚’s 20th birthday so I wanted to print amended and gift it to her but they asked for almost 100 euros to do that so I was like😃 hell nah. [but look at how many pages! It is 400 pages more that my longest uni book🫠] But I did this stupid personalized cover for the book and since it’s not getting printed in this occasion I’ll show you because this is how stupid my brain can get lol.

Translation: Amended aka THE HOLY BIBLE (lol) by our therapist that sends us to therapy (paying homage to you foxy for all the pain and fluff you give us💕) *below* the option was between DILF Jungkook or rewatching Twilight for the 12th time (inside joke, we watch it too many times in a non serious way and it’s quite embarrassing lol) *below* Happy 20th! 20 like half the chapters it takes Bella and JK to fuck! (Kind of…)

🌸

💀💀💀 Is it really that many pages?? What's the font size? I'm laughing omg that's so expensive. I have it broken up into like 14 google docs so I never actually knew how many pages it was. I'm not surprised it was so expensive... I'd need to do double sided and probably a smaller font... bulk order would definitely be cheaper lol. The title page is so funny. I am proudly la nostra terapista che ci manda in terapia

Happy belated birthday 🌚!!! I hope you wound up doing something else fun and cheaper.

[pissfizz]

Random Sk8 headcanons

Warnings: (everything in this section takes place in the section between the bolded bullet point and the line of asterisks. Everything else is fluff type stuff. Feel free to scroll past) mentions of past s*lf-h*rm, depression, eating disorders, helicopter parents, a little homophobia

Joe likes to be the little spoon every now and then

The first time Langa’s mom met Joe, Cherry, and Shadow, two thoughts went through her mind: 1) Langa had gotten caught up in some weird gang stuff or 2) these poor men had gotten stuck babysitting her son and his friends (she was relieved to find it was closer to the latter)

Reki’s favorite anime is probably some shounen thing like My Hero Academia or Jujutsu Kaisen, but he also has a secret soft spot for shows like Fruits Basket and Horimiya

Langa absolutely despises pineapples

Unlike Joe, who likes being both big and little spoon, Shadow is exclusively little spoon

Shadow may be a cis/het man, but he loves women exactly the same way lesbians do (you know exactly what I’m talking about). He worships the ground Ms Manager walks on but he’s also the biggest most respectful simp out there.

Not a headcanon but Oka is a dilf and I love that wonderful man with my whole heart

Inspector lady brainrot—she can skateboard in heels which is like physically impossible but she’s literally immortal and invincible and magic because she’s got the power of millions of lesbians and feminists fueling her

I have brought Water Bottle up in a couple other posts, but yeah she’s Miya’s cat and she’s super fluffy and black and white and perfect

Just a little warning I’m gonna do some darker headcanons here scroll to the bullet point with the line of asterisks to avoid it :)

Reki used to s*lf harm when his depression got really bad. His mom found out after seeing blood seep through the upper arm of his shirt sleeve and immediately jumped into action to get him the help he needed before it got worse. He only relapsed once since then, and has been clean for a little over a year now!! (I’m very proud of my boy T^T)

He also got a lot of depressive episodes. Because of this, when the gang first started noticing Miya slipping into them as well, Reki made sure to stick by his side and help him through anything.

His mental health had worsened noticeably when he was about fifteen, so it’s been around two years since then. He’s doing leagues better than he was back then and he’s really proud of himself (as is his family)

Miya has undiagnosed depression and he doesn’t really recognize it for what it is. He thinks most of how his mind works in such a way is normal and so he doesn’t actively seek out help.

Miya also has an eating disorder. It kind of started because his trainer always told him he needed to lose weight when he first started working with him and eventually it morphed into something more aggressive and harmful and full of intrusive thoughts. He’s partially aware of it and distantly knows somethings wrong but he’s too scared to admit it out loud and doesn’t ask for support.

But don’t worry, the others have noticed and are trying their best to help him out

Cherry had helicopter parents as a kid and they made life a living hell for him. If you’ve seen hoshiai no sora, think like nao’s mom. He obviously got really rebellious in his later teenage years and his parents hated him for it, they were blatantly aggressive and forceful with him and when he came out as gay they finally disowned him. He moved in with Joe until he was old enough to live on his own.

************** angst ends here!! <3

Miya has practically no bones he’s just super insanely flexible and liquidy like a cat.

Shadow paints his finger and toe nails. He usually sticks to black, purple, green, or orange, but he has tried other things before.

Langa is a todoroki kinnie and Reki is a Midoriya kinnie (please tell me you guys can see how they’re similar)

Reki and Miya both have a love for stuffed animals. Reki is the type to sleep hugging all of them “so no one feels left out” and Miya is a nester and builds himself nests of pillows and blankets and stuffies. He usually picks just one (usually an ugly but soft purple cat) to cuddle with but sometimes Water Bottle will take the spot of a toy.

Water Bottle’s collar is neon green with a bright purple pendant. Her name and the contact info is engraved and painted an obnoxious orange, and there is an led push light hanging next to it.

Reki took dance classes when he was little. (You can decide what type of dance, I think ballet or something would be great) He quit when he was eight.

Miya does not play fortnite you uncultured pigs. He plays a lot of other rpgs tho, ones like genshin impact or elsword, but he also probably likes rhythm games a lot (especially project DIVA), I also believe he likes idol raising games and occasionally he’s into otome type style games.

Langa can’t do a somersault or cart wheel

Cherry has cross dressed exactly one time, on a bet, and gave Joe a sexuality crisis, and he refuses to ever do it again (he looked hot as shit let me tell you)

Shadow was the biggest mommas boy. He also has a lot of siblings. His mom was the one who got him into flowers and gardening. She would blast death metal as they worked. She’s also the one who taught him how to do his makeup.

Joe’s dad was a “let’s play catch, son” type of dad and his parents were honestly lovely. They’re super accepting and loving and are awesome.

Miya hates orange flavored anything. And bubble gum flavored things (except bubble gum flavored bubble gum is good, because it’s the original)

Miya has gotten self conscious in the past because he doesn’t have fangs before remembering no one else does either and effectively feeling like an idiot

Langa knows all the words to Dont Lose Your Head from the Six musical even though he’s never even seen it

Joe feeds everyone and offers a place for them to stay should the need ever arise. People have taken up the offer more than once, whether for something as simple as it started storming and here was closer than home or because there was a problem with their family.

Reki went through a phase in middle school where he read those more obscure lgbtq+ mangas (that are either perfect or really....not) like he read so many of them specifically because he was just figuring out who he was and they made him feel seen

Reki’s grandma is snarky and an icon and she loves Miya. (Everyone in their family loves Miya there’s a reason he’s an honorary Kyan)

Langa doesn’t like spicy food

[unknown-odds]

↳ ABOUT

𖤐 hello lovelies, welcome to unknown-odds! you may call me Odd, now heres more about me~

▸ i am in my 20s and i’m a cis woman that uses she/they pronouns

▸ i am a december sagittarius, born on the 14th

▸ am currently unemployed, so i have a lot of free time

▸ this account is dedicated to anything and everything that i am interested in

▸ although i don’t post any of my works yet, i do however reblog fics and fic recs

▸ my favorite colors are black & red

▸ i play guitar, though i am not the best at it as i just started learning how to play in the middle of 2021

▸ i’ve been reading since age 8 using books as an escape from reality

▸ i’ve also been gaming since age 11, using games as an escape as well

▸ likes: pedro pascal, cats, horror movies, video games, monsters, dilfs, moths <3, eddie munson, orcs,

▸ dislikes: feet, deep water, male gamers who only play first person shooters,

▸ current obsession: simon “ghost” riley

[littlemountaintownrp]

Baaaaaaaaaaby goth doo doo doo do do.

Firkle’s been accepted, of course. We know your shit, boo ;)

out of character info

Name/Alias: Alison Pronouns: she/they Age: 22 Join Our Discord: c; Timezone: mst Activity: 6.9/10 Triggers: n/a Password: randy is a dilf Character that you’re applying for: Firkle Favourite ships for your character: uhh Fike or Firkmore. Whichever bugs Kyle most.

in character info

Full name: Finn Nyarlathotep “Firkle” Sinn (I hate his canon name, I’m sorry.) Birthday: October 25th, (Scorpio) Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Death (Bisexual), Goth (cis man), “Don’t fucking talk about me” (he/him). Age and grade: Freshman, 14

Appearance:

Standing at the height of 5’7, but subtracting three inches the moment his boots come off. Firkle always wears two expressions, one of constant disdain, or a vacant one. Despite the eerie faces he likes to make, he has a rather pretty face. Heart shaped, large almond eyes, the color the storm clouds before the rain begins to fall, a small, slight turned up nose, a smattering of freckles on his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. More often than not, he straightens his naturally wavy black hair, his fringe hangs down, on his right side, past his chin, and the sides are shaved with an abstract design of geometric shapes.

He has piercings, including: a septum ring, a bar through his left eyebrow, numerous cartilage piercings, a bar through his tongue, and his collar bones. He has a total of 7 tattoos, a skull with horns and the word ‘death’ over its forehead on his right upper arm; he got it when he was 13 and properly initiated into the cult. An Omega (Ω) on the outer side of his left wrist, “some ghosts are so quiet, you would hardly know they’re there” in a small handwriting font on his left thigh above a small ghost line art. He has an octopus the size of a CD on his left upper arm, it holds little knives in each hand. He has a boo from Mario over his left forearm, accompanied by the three life hearts from Legend of Zelda, and the Space Invaders alien.

His body type is thin, though he does have lean muscle from several years of fencing. His fingers have numerous scars on his fingers from years of playing with knives. Pale scars, a very slight contrast from his already corpse-like skin tone. His makeup is usually just dark eyeliner and black lipstick, very rarely does he use any cover-up or contour. In contrast to his minimal effort in his appearance, he has a very decorated taste in clothing. Plain black skinny jeans, plain dark grey t-shirt, wallet with chains hanging from his hip, boots with studs and buckles, and his jackets, always black, commonly leather, have studs, patches, and/or patches.

Personality:

Firkle is a true nihilist, he believes that nothing really matters, and he’d defend that philosophy until the day he died. Though he lacks empathy and is an undiagnosed sociopath, having said that, when he finds someone he wants to nurture and cherish, he does so. He would murder for them, and take care of them through thick and thin. It’s incredibly rare that this occurs, and he isn’t fond of the majority of the people he talks to. He has a short patience for people he doesn’t like, he’s snappy and will start roasting people in hopes they will leave him alone. He often comes off as cold and reclusive, but it’s actually because he hates talking to people, it makes him emotionally tired; though good at carrying conversation and it’s the entirely of his school career, it makes him want to curl up into the fetal position and sleep for a week. Having control over his emotions is something he’s mastered over the years and it’s rare that he would snap at anyone outside of being tired. Anger, sadness, and even happiness are controlled.

Behavior wise, Firkle is cunning, often lying to cover for himself, and generally selfish. Admitting when he’s wrong is something he despises doing, and he will get violent over small, insignificant disputes. Instead of getting mad or arguing, he’s more likely to slap someone than to shout at them. (But if they do shout at him, he can get incredibly loud, and he does not take anyone’s shit.) He’s not selfish in the “all for me, none for you" sense, but he will let someone become a scapegoat as long as it keeps him looking like the Eldritch Golden Boy his cult sees him as.

When he hits his most stressful moments, he grows numb and acts robotic, because the only rational, sanity retaining, thought he can think is that none of this actually matters, and his pure form, the sadistic apathetic asshole he is deep down comes out.

History:

Firkle was born to a single mother, Maeve Sinn, due to the absence of his father after his conception, his mother gave him the name she felt was most appropriate for him, including her own last name. Finn is a traditional Irish name, Nyarlathotep is the name of an Elder God, and Sinn has been the last name in his family for ages. His name rhymes, but he’s not fond of being called by his first name. When he was born, his mother was finishing her doctorate to start working full time as an alternative medical doctor. Commonly referred to as the local witch doctor, more accurate name than the population knows.

Firkle was raised by a goth and more or less by the cult his mother belonged to. Spending his earliest years, being laid down to nap on the pews of the abandoned church. By the time he was old enough to start school, the sadist fit in well with the resident goth clique. It took a long time for him to even like them, he betrayed them at gunpoint at one point, and it wasn’t until they forgave him unconditionally, that he came to realize that he had friends. Not really his own age, as they were all four and five years older than him, but much closer in age than the group he was raised by.

Spending the next 6 years being numbed to be the most apathetic asshole he could be, in the one place on the planet where everyone was a bit on the psychotic side. Must be something in the water. 12, and in the 6th grade, he spent the second semester of school in the South Park public school system, creating a reputation of defiance early. For his 13th birthday, the following semester, he was properly initiated into the cult, no more sitting on metal chairs, or on the pews, he got to attend the rituals, not just the sermons. Throughout the next year, he became a very active member of the group, attending every sermon and ritual he could, even if it meant skipping out on things normal kids got up to. Homecoming? He was harvesting blood from a sacrifice. Despite how much time he spends at these meetings, they never became common knowledge. He just called it “therapy”, and never went into any details.

Sample paragraph:

McDonald’s espresso, it seemed like a good idea when he bought it, but as Firkle sat at his booth alone, he came to realize how terrible it was. The taste was bitter and scalding, the way he liked it, but that wasn’t the issue. A gremlin released upon the world was, and it made the young goth livid.

Some punk ass eight year old came running down the aisle between booths, banging his fist down on each one, for no obvious reason. Naturally this caused the craved caffeine to tip over, soaking into a filled page of poetry, rather than into the goth’s blood stream. A great Shakespearean Tragedy. The pools of ashen misery he called his eyes just watched the liquid soaking into his pristine white page for an absurdly long moment, frozen by the thought he just spent three dollars to ruin a twenty dollar bullet journal.

Letting out a long overdue huff, he starts to sop up the remaining fluid. All of the pretty poetry pictures he had hoped to obtain were lost to time now, dumping the hardly used notebook in the trash with the napkins, he heads off towards the nearest location with any hardcover journals available. Doubtful any would ever be waterproof, the goth was still resolved. His mind void of any emotional attachment to the event further than the major inconvenience it happened to be. He had to draft the artwork his writing was before he could ever dream of posting it for his whole school to see, and now he was going to write a new poem. One called McDonald’s Espresso.

Headcanons:

-He plays violin. -He has a total of 0 expressions when anything happens, he just keeps this blank look on his face like he’s some sort of robot.