#do you know how fucking cringe that would be

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - Let Us Happen (February Au Special)

It had been a week since he saw you last; since he had you coming undone, pressed against the tile walls of your shower, his hand tangled through your sex crazed hair while he talked you through your orgasm, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. You couldn’t get him out of your mind. Every time he wound up at your doorstep, he wound up in your bed by the end of the night. You didn’t know what was going on between you and the man who lived in the apartment above you, but one you did know was you craved any type of attention from him. It didn’t matter if it was physically, mentally, or emotionally — you craved it. 

Music bumps through the surround sound connected to your tv, you were hosting a girls night for a few of your friends, since it was the first weekend of February. Mixed drinks, charcuterie boards, and a good game truth or drink were the plans for the night. You knew most of the girls would be too wasted to get home safely, much like nights out at the bar, so you were prepared for the sleepover that awaited ahead. 

“Take another one!” one of your besties shouts, forcing another shot glass into your hand. The clear liquid spills down hands, making the potent alcohol a bit more identifiable. A shiver shoots down your spine as you pinch the bridge of your nose, gulping the shot down in a hurry, your throat and chest burning from the after effect. Twisting your face in disgust, you slam the shot glass on the table, “Gahh! — that’s fucking disgusting,” as you gasp for air. Your reaction earns a giggle from her, “s’not that bad.” She was definitely the friend that had no tolerance and spent her night getting everyone around her drunk as fuck. You loved her, though. 

“Uhmm, Y/N?” one of the girls chimes in from across the kitchen table, making you look up to her. You quickly follow her gaze, only to set your eyes on a messy-haired Matt leaning against your door frame with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie and a smirk stretched across his face. The music fades out, almost like it's on cue, as you look back at your friends who were gossiping amongst each other, probably because you hadn’t told any of them about the steamy hookups you had been sharing with the boy standing in front of them. One thing you learned over the years, never brag about good dick because other bitches love to go after it. You’d be damned if you saw one of your ‘friends’ exiting his apartment, the feminine rage would make you explode in an instant. As much as you loved your girls, you'd learned your lesson – on more than one occasion – when it came to gossiping about one your new boy toys. You knew not to make that mistake again, especially with a guy like Matt.

You eye him down, rolling your eyes as you pull yourself to your feet. What the hell was he doing? The room fills with whispers and giggles as you stride towards Matt, the alcohol in your system makes you stumble a bit, “what do you want?” A faint mixture of his cologne and weed engulfs your nose as soon as you plant your feet in front of him, holding onto the door to steady yourself.

Matt raises an eyebrow at the sharpness in your tone, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he pushes himself off the doorframe. He knew you were pissed at him, but it was adorable how you looked when you were so annoyed with him. It was amusing to him how you had been avoiding him in the stairwells, ignoring all his calls and texts once again. He loved the chase. He clears his throat, “I wanna talk to you,” the sly smile making itself known as he says his next words, “princess.” 

He tests the waters with the magic pet name, both of you aware it always left a pool in your panties each time he said it. His comment earns a gasp from one of the girls behind you, making you cringe, “what’s there to talk about? I’m busy right now,” your eyes falling to the side like you're motioning to the small group behind you. You were the host after all. How rude would it be to ditch your girls just to get fucked senseless by the only guy you had been hooking up with? 

“Oh, I don’t know,” he coos teasingly, “maybe the fact that you’ve been ignoring me since I had you —,” his hands traveling up to your face to sweep a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Okay — okay,” you speak above him, a bit surprised he’d tell your business to the room. If he was willing to do that than what other secrets was he willing to spill? Irritation boils in your gut as you tighten your grip on the door, ready to slam it in his face. Matt raises his eyebrows at you, letting you know he wasn’t leaving even if you closed it. You let out a sigh, “we really have to do this right now — right here?” The desperation seeps through your voice as you whine at him, your reaction earning a chuckle from the back of his throat. He was very keen on your tricks by now.

“No, we’re not doing this tomorrow,” he grumbles, his blue eyes fixed on you. his brows crunched together in a combative manner, “you’ve been being a brat for too long. This conversation is happening now.” 

“Matt,” you whine, stomping your foot on the floor. He didn't care about your dramatics – no way in hell had he been giving you the best dick of your life just for you to ignore his existence the very next day. Pissed, he takes a hold of your wrist, pulling you out of your apartment and into the hallway, in one swift movement. His tight grip around your wrist earning a gasp from you, he looks up to your group of friends behind you, “jus’ burrowing her for a minute, ladies — carry on.” Your friends watch the door slam behind the two of you, erupting in giggles and gossip as it does so.

“Matt, you can’t just —,” you scold him, thrashing in his grip before he cuts you off, smashing his lips into yours like he always did. It was obvious he had a bad habit of kissing you at the worst times, always when you were fuming and never when you really wanted it. Your soft lips dance against his plump ones, the magnetic force pulling your bodies together instantaneously. His hands clasp around your waist, and he attempts to pull away. Only to fight the urge, walking you backwards until your back is pressed against the wall, his arms pinning you in. Your fists make balls into the thick material of his hoodie, rolling your body against his as your way of telling him to never stop.

Once he finally breaks away, staring down at you with a hard lust filled gaze, “just stop fighting it — let us happen,” he whispers, his face so close to yours you can smell the minty freshness of his breath. Redness creeps to your cheeks and you trap your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him with those seductive siren eyes he loved so much. Completely under his hypnotic trance, you nod in agreement. What was this man doing to you? 

wc - 1273

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[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

@pamwritessometimes

"This sat in my drafts for months..." Then proceeds to write something so utterly TRUE, HONEST, and ON BRAND for falling in love with the frustrating, adorable, lovable, asshole that is Soldier Boy.

I loved every bit of this fic!

He’s a walking contradiction. He can be crude and crass and violent, but his hands that are scarred and calloused from years of supposed war and bloodshed, are so uncharacteristically gentle when they touch you like he’s terrified of breaking something he doesn’t know how to stitch back together. And you love it. You love that you make him hesitate. That you make him stay. "Fuck, you’ve ruined me" he murmurs one night, pressing his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. “You made me a goddamn pussy.”

I AM MELTING! This is SO good. I love this part because the idea that Ben is a "contradiction" is true when it comes to the reader. I love the headcanon that Ben is violent and angry, but he's soft when it comes to his girl. I do not believe for one second that Ben would ever be violent towards the woman he loves or want to hurt her in any way even when he's angry. And I love a man with rough hands that is only gentle with them when he’s with his girl 😍

And the line "Fuck, you've ruined me" made my soul leave my body. I cannot describe how good it is or how wonderfully it fits him.

You see, Ben isn’t good with words. Not the important ones, anyway. But he’s fluent in actions.

Oh goodness, every single example you listed after this line was perfect for him. Ben giving the reader coffee, Ben watching the reader and paying attention to what the reader likes- YES!

Because we all know that Ben will say the wrong thing at the wrong time, but he will make it up to the woman he loves. AND BEN putting his hand on the reader's hip to remind himself that he does have her in his life:

Ben’s not stupid.

He's not. And I love that you put this in here, that Ben really isn't a mindless brute, he has a brain, you're so right!

His jokes are always just a little too loud, just a little too offensive, making you cringe even as he smirks, because he knows damn well what he’s doing.

Goodness 🫣 I don't want to think about the jokes, but we all know he has no filter lol.

And despite what everyone says — despite the fact that he probably won’t ever change — you can’t seem to stop yourself from diving headfirst into the madness. Maybe you can’t fix him. But damn if he doesn’t make it worth trying.

YES A MILLION TIMES YES! He's insufferable, but he's worth it. I loved all of this! It was so wonderfully written and so fitting for Soldier Boy. And oh goodness yes, he's also got a choke hold on me as well lol.

Loving Soldier Boy…

Soldier Boy x reader (drabble)

Summary: Just a short n’ (bitter)sweet drabble about what it’s like to love Ben.

Warnings: language, innuendos (c’mon, it’s Ben), mention of violence

Song inspo: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) by Taylor Swift.

Loving Soldier Boy isn’t easy.

You knew Soldier Boy was a handful. Hell, he knows he’s a handful. And you know Ben has never been handled before. Not properly. Not by someone who knows when to push and when to pull, when to hold steady and when to let go.

But you?

You thought you had him figured out.

He’s bad news — at least that’s what everyone keeps telling you.

“That man is not safe” MM says, arms crossed.

“He’s straightdown psychotic” Annie agrees, looking at you like she’s waiting for the spell Ben must have put on you to break.

Hughie just grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you sure about this? Like, really sure?”

Frenchie sighs. “I have seen many dangerous men, mon coeur, but that one?” He shakes his head. “That one is the iceberg that sinks the ship.”

Even Kimiko seems to eye you with pity.

And Butcher — he just tsked.

“That’s a bloody dangerous game you’re about to play, luv.”

But all that didn’t matter.

Not when Ben flashes you that cocky, wolfish grin. Not when he pulls you in with that fiery gaze that makes your pulse stutter. Not when he touches you like you’re the only thing keeping him from unraveling completely.

He’s a walking contradiction.

He can be crude and crass and violent, but his hands that are scarred and calloused from years of supposed war and bloodshed, are so uncharacteristically gentle when they touch you like he’s terrified of breaking something he doesn’t know how to stitch back together.

And you love it.

You love that you make him hesitate.

That you make him stay.

"Fuck, you’ve ruined me" he murmurs one night, pressing his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. “You made me a goddamn pussy.”

Loving Soldier Boy is mastering the skill of interpreting nonverbal communication.

You see, Ben isn’t good with words. Not the important ones, anyway.

But he’s fluent in actions.

Like how he always, always keeps a hand on you — your waist, your back, the nape of your neck — like he needs the physical contact to remind himself you’re real and still with him.

Or how, when you’re pissed at him, he won’t apologize outright, but he will fix your coffee just the way you like it, set it down in front of you with a grunt and a pointed look, like There. Happy now?

Or the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you because no matter how much of a dick he is sometimes, the thought of him possibly outliving you haunts him.

He’s an asshole. A menace. A walking disaster.

And yet, when he pulls you into his lap, his fingers threading through your hair, his lips ghosting over yours—

You think maybe he’s worth the trouble.

Loving Soldier Boy is a delicate art.

It’s catching the flicker of rage in his eyes before he explodes, steering him away from the fire instead of into it.

It’s letting him run his mouth, knowing that half the shit he says is just to get a rise out of people, and the other half—

Well.

“Because it was fucking beeping” he answers when you find bullet holes in your microwave.

Ben’s not stupid.

But when he came back from the dead, or, you know, from 40 years of being locked up, you’re starting to realize… he might not be as up to date as he thinks.

You blink. “Because it was beeping?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, leaning back against the counter like he didn’t just pull some absolute batshit nonsense. “Wouldn’t shut the hell up.”

“That’s… literally its job, Ben.”

“Well, now it’s unemployed.” He smirks. “Like half the people I’ve worked with.

Loving Soldier Boy is like wrestling with a live grenade.

Violence isn’t just second nature to Ben — it’s first.

He doesn’t do restraint.

Like the time some guy got a little too close to you at a club and ended up with a broken jaw — because Ben doesn’t do warnings either.

Or the time he punched a cop without even thinking about the consequences.

“To be fair, he was being a dick.”

“He was giving you a parking ticket.”

Ben scoffs. “Exactly.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” He throws his hands up, all mock innocence. “I told him not to touch my car.”

Loving Soldier Boy is fighting for feminism while actively losing the war.

There’s something infuriating about Ben’s shameless, unapologetic brand of horniness.

His jokes are always just a little too loud, just a little too offensive, making you cringe even as he smirks, because he knows damn well what he’s doing.

And yet, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

And he knows it.

No matter how many times you glare at him, no matter how often you mutter “Ben, we are in public”, he sees the way your breath hitches, the way your thighs press together when he leans in too close, and he can practically smell the forming pool in your panties.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” His voice is low, dripping with amusement. “Don’t act like you don’t love it when I talk dirty to you.”

You glare at him. “You literally just told the bartender that I needed something ‘to keep my mouth occupied.’”

Ben grins. “And I stand by that.”

You fight the urge to groan. “You are insufferable.”

He leans in, his lips just barely brushing against your ear. “But you like me insufferable.”

And fuck.

Maybe you do.

Loving Soldier Boy is realizing you’re the one really losing the fight.

When the team calls you out on his bullshit, you just sit there and listen.

You have no defense.

Because what are you even supposed to say?

He’s trying? (He’s not.)

He didn’t mean to? (He absolutely did.)

He’s a work in progress? (Is he?)

And despite what everyone says — despite the fact that he probably won’t ever change — you can’t seem to stop yourself from diving headfirst into the madness.

Maybe you can’t fix him.

But damn if he doesn’t make it worth trying.

The chokehold this man has on me is insane — help

Also… This sat in my drafts for months, but I gave it a reread and didn’t completely hate it — so here you go. Hope you enjoyed!🤍

xx Pam

[yimpyyyy]

Thanos General Hcs.

his vapes are 100% all either blue-raspberry or fruit punch flavored. no in between.

swears evb knows him bc of his underground rapping shit.

“Hey, you know who I am?” Thanos questioned the cashier at the gas station as he placed down an energy drink and a disposable vape. “No, your total is 10.95. Cash or credit?”

he has ZERO rizz. this man will flirt w anybody and will ALWAYS find a way to make himself a jackass.

always throws Nam-gyu under the bus anytime bad shit happens.

“Nam-su did it! He totally told me to!” Thanos shouted at the cashier, Nam-gyu looking confused asf. “YOU GAVE HER CASH INSTEAD OF A CARD?? HOW IS THAT MY FAULT—“

watches Baddies. you CANNOT tell me this man isn’t interested in Slim and Rollies drama. this man LIVES for it.

he makes the most CRINGY fucking tiktoks. his drafts are full of him either using singing filters or cringe worthy raps.

he sends 196 (or Min-na) those “send this to somebody you love” minecraft videos (which ends up getting him blocked and Thanos crying to Nam-gyu.)

would do anything for a pair of retro jordan’s

brainrot humor

[witchyliterature]

GOOD AND PLENTY: K.B

witchy tip

➤ eating pomegranate with strong magical intentions in mind can help manifest what you want

18. difficile ad amorem

m.list

breakfast has been set and katsuki did not come to play. your dad assumed by his rush to do the breakfast that he was definitely good - but as soon as he took the first bite, he rushed to finish it.

hell, katsuki surely was husband material, he might keep this love spell just to allow himself to get some good food.

you yourself was no better, the sounds of you gobbling up the food was the only thing heard from you. your eyes had a narrow focus, which was the breakfast in front of you and only that.

“katsuki bakugou, please marry my daughter if you would like!” your dad’s muffled voice was barely registrable.

“what?! don’t go making statements like that!” you exclaimed, your voice equally as muffled as you both stuffed your mouthy to the fullest capacity.

“that’s the plan, sir” katsuki smirked, outting his hand in his sweatpant pockets.

you instantly looked at him shocked. with how awkward the morning was, you assumed that he wouldn’t even look at you as your dad made that comment. clearly, the love spell is still at work.

“anyways, let me get started on your situationship, then i can continue to eat well!” your dad chuckled as you groaned in embarrassment, your dad and you only met yet he was already as cringe as a dad could be.

“alright, sit down in front of my katsuki.” your dad asked softly, to which katsuki confusingly followed.

your dad looked into his eyes, it was a whirlpool between pink and red. his eyes flickered, would then return to normal, only to flicker again in a quick repetition.

“right, i’m going to do something first to check what the hells going on with his eyes.” your dad muttered, to which you nodded vigorously.

your dad put his hands on katsuki’s head, muttering things in latin and before you knew it, katsuki passed out with a projection of his soul coming out of his body, his resting face was a scowl so you knew this was the orginal katsuki.

“y/n l/n, i am going to fucking murder you when i get back. i swear, ill make you suffer.” katsuki’s soul seethed as he turned to face you.

“shit, katsuki, im so sorry! i really-“

“you fucking embarrassed me for weeks! everyone sees me as this stupid lover boy that’s obsessed over you.” katsuki’s seethed yelled back, his voice having a slight echo.

“oh get over yourself katsuki’s, is being seen in love with me that torturous for you?” you rolled your eyes.

“that’s not the fucking issue and you know it.” katsuki’s angrily replied.

you looked at him skeptically, was that a confession? or did he simply mean he doesn’t care that much about what other people think about you two? either way sounds to have romantic connotations.

“then what is?” you asked.

“the fact- you know what, fuck this. get me out and lemme talk to her fact to face, old man.” katsuki looked at your dad as he responded.

“old man is crazy considering im your crushes father but whatever.” you father muttered immaturely.

katsuki looked slightly flustered as he said that, turning to face you and see your reaction only to still look skeptical.

your father then sent his soul into his body and started the ritual through putting a glass charm of a heart onto katsuki’s chest and hovering his hands while a soft glow emmitted from it.

“this doesn’t usually happen you know, once you do a love spell, that’s it, it cannot be broken unless powerful mages or the person itself have the power to stop it.” your dad explained.

“then why does-“

“because, for some reason, his soul and body rejected it. i don’t know how it worked, he clearly already had feelings for you, otherwise the spell wouldn’t have worked so quickly and so powerfully, but his soul was constantly fighting the spell. his spirit was simply too strong compared to the dosage you gave him, and trust me, i can sense that it was a lot.” you dad further explained.

you looked at him and started to understand. katsuki has always been a fighter, it makes sense that his spirit too also wanted to fight.

but, this whole thing about feelings. you knew he had them for you beforehand. you’re just so confused why he never told you? why he flirted with that second year that practically started it all? why he always seemed to make you a second choice?

the sound of a crack broke you out of your thoughts, you looked and saw that heart chart was broken - indicating that the love spell was broken.

katsuki’s eyes fluttered awake, he started to wake up as small groans escaped his lips. with his true soul being dormant for a while, it felt weird finally seeing things with his own eyes rather than was felt like to be a glass mirror.

“katsuki..” you said softly, getting up to walk up to him.

“fuck, i- i need to go for a drive.” katsuki suddenly spoke, his nerves for some reason shot through the roof, and so he sped to the hallway, grabbed his keys and immediately left.

you called out for him, but he has no response, marching his way to his car and driving off quickly.

“leave him, he will come back, don’t worry.” you father advised you.

you sighed, you knew he would, katsuki never left forever. but it sucked that the first time in a while you were seeing him again, he did what he always did and ran from his emotions.

you just hoped that when he came back, a different song would play for you two.

[utopiastri]

Put That Guy in a SituationTM - look something about Landoscar in a 20/32 type situation has me hooked….trying to not let others on to their predicament, maybe it’s a bit embarrassing how it happened 🤔

hi anon!!! thank you for the prompt! i went a smidge away from my usual cutesy fluff for this one - your suggestion of embarrassment really sparked something in my brain, even if i took it in a slightly different direction. i hope you enjoy!!!

(prompt list here)

“Look, we just gotta act natural,” Lando says.

Or, well, Lando-as-Oscar says, because it sounds like Oscar’s voice and it’s Oscar’s mouth that’s moving, but it’s Lando that’s actually saying the words and–

Lando-in-Oscar’s-body huffs. “You’re having a crisis again aren’t you?”

“You know it’s weirder of you to be 100% ok with this.”

“It’s a body swap curse, mate, it’s not rocket science.”

Oscar runs a hand through his hair and cringes at the uncanny feeling of there being someone else’s hair on top of his head. “I understand the concept, Lando, what I’m struggling with is everything else related to it like, I don't know, how the fuck this happened."

“I don’t know. Do you reckon we need to have sex to break the curse?”

“What?” Oscar squawks, “Why would we need to have sex to break the curse?”

Lando flushes. “I dunno. Just felt like the right solution.”

“Based on what?”

Lando mumbles something about seeing it online once and Oscar chooses to ask no more follow-up questions lest Lando tells him he learnt about it from some random porn he watched once. He heaves a sigh.

“Listen, like you said, we should just act normal. This whole thing is,” Oscar pauses to search for the right word, “Strange. And I’d really rather not bring anyone else into it to begin with.”

“Agreed,” Lando says before adding, “Hey, if we’re still like this for the race tomorrow and I win but in your body, does that mean you get the points?” Oscar glares at him and Lando pouts. “It’s a genuine question!” he whines.

Oscar’s about to point out they have bigger things to focus on than the effects of this on a race when Jon sticks his head into the room.

“Debrief in five, guys.”

“Sounds good, mate,” Lando says, in an accent no human being has ever used before.

Jon blinks at him. He turns to look at Oscar. Or, rather, he turns to look at Oscar who he thinks is Lando. Oscar smiles weakly.

“He’s, uh, trying to do an impression of me doing an Australian impression," Oscar lies, hoping it sounds vaguely believable.

“Oi!” Lando says, “My Australian accent’s mint.”

“Yes, Oscar,” Oscar says pointedly, “Your Australian accent would be mint because you are from Australia.”

Lando's eyes light up in realisation and he starts nodding furiously. “Right, yep, what he said, exactly.”

Jon blinks at both of them this time. He sighs.

“If you two are doing roleplay, I don’t want to hear about it.” Lando and Oscar both start spluttering, but Jon keeps on talking over both of them. “Just be on time for debrief.”

With Jon gone, Oscar breathes a sigh of relief. Or he starts to, until Lando pipes up.

“I still reckon us having sex will fix it.”

Oscar reminds himself that if he kills Lando right now, he’s possibly going to do irreparable damage to his own body.

The thought’s still tempting.

“Is there a particular reason you’re so desperate to have sex with yourself?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

Lando clearly wasn't expecting that question because he freezes. Oscar’s always hated how easily he flushes but right now, watching it brutally incriminate Lando, he can’t help but be grateful for it.

“I’m not fucking desperate to have sex with myself.” He doesn't sound like he's lying, but the blush on his face suggests he's not telling the whole truth.

Maybe…

His eyebrows raise. “So you’re only desperate to have sex with me then?”

Lando looks up at Oscar, eyes wide. He swallows.

Got you, Oscar thinks to himself.

[r3d-ca9]

OHG HI HI HELLO HELLO

1. Because of Bloodwing and Talon, I usually associate him with vultures!! Something like a bearded vulture, usually. Or other birds of prey.

2. I'd make him a necklace or draw him something!! He's not used to receiving gifts, and isn't too picky, so he'd like pretty much anything I got for him. But a handmade item would mean a LOT more to him, for sure.

3. Exploring Pandora, poking around for secrets and loot. Although if we don't have the energy for that, nothing beats catching up on some drama shows. 😫

4. Y'know.....we uh. Don't really have a house. WHOOPS. I'm gonna say...he'd love any chores involving taking care of the birds, of course. S tier chore. And...just like me, he'd probably HATE dishes. Because dishes suck ass.

5. Oh hell yeah. Dude's basically a stunt driver. If you can successfully survive driving on Pandora for any period of time, you get an A+ from me.

6. Fuckin...hawk screech. You know, the one people always use for eagle noises, even though it's not an eagle sound LMAO.

7. He hates being online. It's stressful. It's dumb. He hates the shit other people post. BUT....maybe, yeah.

8. Mmmmmmm....I wanna say...no...I mean, maybe at some point he did? But he's too cynical for that sort of thing now. Besides...it's more satisfying to view relationships as this thing you work really hard for, rather than some magic that happens out of your control. Soulmates may not be real. But it doesn't mean love is any less powerful.

9. Super casual like, the same way I do everything LMAO. "Hey guys. This is my boyfriend. And these are his birds. Ain't that fuckin' sick? Hell yeah."

10. 👀 cough cough

11. They both seem cool and intimidating, are actually enormous nerds. 👉😎👉

12. It's a toss up between red and green!

13. Also pretty casually! Although. A bit more shy about it. They'd probably know already, or have suspicions, and then be like "I FUCKING KNEW IT"

14. Okay, see...he'd. He'd wanna say something that he thinks is cute. Which isn't a lot of things, maybe a baby bird or some shit. But the OBVIOUS answer is a skag, because I'm very dog.

15. Chocolate. Anyone who knows me at all knows that chocolate is the way to my heart. (Also jerky.)

16. We don't really do pet names? At least, I...haven't really thought of any decent ones. Probably a simple "babe", I guess?? (SORRY MORDY, THE CUTE AND CRINGE PET NAMES ARE RESERVED FOR MY IRL HUSBAND 😤😤😤)

17. 👀👀 COUGH COUGH ............ nah i'm messin', he really loves just chilling!!! Life on Pandora is chaotic, messy, and stressful...any chance to just sit and do something low-key is always appreciated.

18. Acts of service, for sure! Helping me solve problems, getting stuff for me, comforting me, he just likes checking on me and making sure I'm doing well!!

19. My winning personality 🫡

20. GRAH, I don't know. I guess he likes how resilient I can be, and how even in the face of stress and danger, I still try to crack jokes and break the tension for the benefit of those around me. He has a hard time seeing the brighter side of life sometimes, and so do I, but I'll be DAMNED if I'm just gonna sit by and let despair swallow me up.

21. Oh my HEART. I don't think he's much of an artist, but I will fold it up and keep it in my wallet forever, no matter what it looks like. <3

22. Mordy doesn't really like eating, so no. He only eats what he has to, so I would never try to snatch any snacks from him, tbh. I am actively throwing protein bars at him.

23. Lol. Red. ❤️

F/O Ask Game!!

A list of questions to answer about your f/o!! You guys can just go down the list and answer them all (I'd love to see it!!!) in a reblog, orrr you can reblog and have others ask you these questions in your inbox! Have fun!! PR.OSHI.P, NOT FOR YOU!

What animal does your f/o remind you of?

If you got your f/o a gift, what would you get them? 

What is your favorite hobby to think about doing with your f/o?

What chores would your f/o do around the house? Are there any they REALLY dislike?

Would you trust your f/o to drive a car?

What kind of ringtone or notification sound would you have for your f/o?

Would your f/o fight someone online? 

Does your f/o believe in soulmates?

How would you introduce your f/o to your friends? How do you think that would go? 

What's the first scenario that comes to your head when you think of being with your f/o?

What dynamic would you use to describe you and your f/o? 

What color do you associate with your f/o? 

How would your f/o introduce you to those they care about? How do you think that would go?

What animal do you remind your f/o of?

What would your f/o get you for Valentine's day, if anything? 

What does your f/o call you in their head? What do they call you aloud/to others?

What does your f/o like doing with you the most? 

How does your f/o show their love best? 

What's your f/o's favorite feature of yours?

What're your f/o's favorite personality traits of yours?

If your f/o drew you, how would you describe the art piece?

Does your f/o share food with you?

What color would your f/o associate you with?

What?? Who's tagging their friends again?- not me... I just really wanna see yalls answers. Formal invitation lest you become worried I don't wanna see it. @jpeg-indulgence @starshakez @moxanji-real @frankys-wife @katsenbergs-soulmate @katanahusband @fl0ralsxgar @one-winged-dreams AND LITERALLY ANYONE WHO SEES THIS.

[yakabane]

𐙚🧸ྀི iwaizumi x reader 💋

he is obsessed with you

but you’re his best friend’s girlfriend

includes slight cursing, cheating

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it started as a simple joke, really

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ his friends would tease him about you, about how he’d care for you more than your boyfriend does

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ that oikawa should dump your ass, so you can finally be with someone who actually cares

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ iwaizumi would tell them to shut up. it was offensive for both you and oikawa himself.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but gee, oikawa himself couldn’t care less of those jokes

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ going lower, he even dared to call iwaizumi his cuck

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but they were just jokes, really

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it’s not like he’d develop a crush on his BEST FRIEND’S GIRLFRIEND

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ at least, that’s what he’d always tell himself

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is what he told himself when kissing you at the party with no lights on.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what he told himself as you thought you were kissing oikawa, but in reality it was no other than his best friend, iwaizumi

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he told himself it was okay, no, he convinced himself it was okay

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ because he knew oikawa was out there probably fucking around behind your back

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he told himself he only did that because your boyfriend didn’t love you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ even if it meant fooling you, he just wanted to see how it would feel to kiss you for one time. how the lips his dear best friend took for granted tasted.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ if there was a cuck to begin with, it would be oikawa himself.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ oikawa would laugh his ass off as his friends made jokes about your appearance, your sex life, some of your secrets you trusted him enough to share. his friends would tell him if iwaizumi ever made a move on his girl, they would as well.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ that was one of the lightest things they’d talk behind your back. they didn’t have an off button when it came to boundaries

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and oikawa was too much of an asshole to stop it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ iwaizumi would try to remain calm

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and it would piss him off. hearing them talk of you like that. he always wondered what would’ve stopped him from suddenly just starting to beating the shit out of them for ever speaking of you like that.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he wanted to snap at oikawa the most, for letting them disrespect you like that

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he’d watch from afar, observing as oikawa’s friends made a fool of you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ hard to believe but you didn’t care for any of that.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what hurt you was oikawa not acknowledging how you felt. him putting you as his second priority as always. maybe third. even fourth. maybe.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you’d cringe at his fangirls as they were all over him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you’d watch in awe as he would flirt with them sometimes, thinking you wouldn’t notice. or his touch. him grabbing their waist, comparing hand sizes, him bending over to talk to them, clapping hands together

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he would tell you it was nothing to worry about! yes they were drooling over him but it’s not like he is approving any of their invites! he just can’t be rude to girls!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you’d just stare at him. wondering what the fuck is wrong with you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ oikawa wouldn’t notice the disgusted look on your face, maybe, but iwaizumi always did

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ god, he’d fucking worship you. every inch of you if you ever gave him the chance. he’d fucking kill to be in oikawa’s place. no.... he’d fucking kill for you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ yes, iwaizumi HATED being a coward. he hated how you were dating someone so beneath your level. he hated that someone had to be his best friend. he hated crushing on his best friend’s girlfriend. and he hated how he wasn’t able to do anything

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but there were things he loved, too.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he loved how he could always turn these kind of situations into his advantage. how he’d ask you if you’re okay as you stared at your boyfriend being unfaithful in disbelief.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he loved how you’d look at him in surprise at times like that. how he’d show you he cared more.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he loved seeing tears in your eyes swelling. but not knowing if it was because you being hurt by your boyfriend or because somebody finally acknowledging you

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he loved how he’d be at your word. supporting you by the arm, dragging you outside with him to get some fresh air. he loved to be helpful to you at these kind of situations

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ loved how he could just hold your hands gently to stop your shaking. protecting your delicate hands in his

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ loved how you’d cry to him. how easily he could manipulate you right now

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the thing he loved most is how he didn’t have to worry about oikawa noticing your absence, he knew he didn’t

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ your “boyfriend” would usually be too busy for you anyway

₊⋆·˚🪷.‧₊˚ 🦢༉‧₊˚. requests are open!

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

If you want angst, maybe in the middle of having sex Lucifer moans Lilith's name. Making Adam think Lucifer never loved him and is only using him for sex. Making all the pain from Eden and Earth come up again, making Adam close off from everyone.

Lucifer had no idea it was an issue, Adam didn't yell at him or anything, so it should have been fine.

And shit gets dark with Adam before Lucifer finds put what's going on and talks to him.

He's the sin of Pride, he doesn't notice when someone else is hurting, especially I'd it's because of something he did.

Boom. Angst.

Feel free to go dark with this. My heart craves it 😉

I'm going to make this my own because Lu can NOT be that stupid to know it wasn't a problem lol

-

Lucifer doesn't even know why he said it, it just kind of slipped out and the look in Adams eyes was a cross between fiery anger and deep sorrow.

Adam: Get off me. Now.

Lucifer cringed but did what he was told, Adam rolled over and started getting dressed.

Lucifer: Adam-

Adam: Oh, now you know my name.

Adams heart felt so heavy, how the fuck could Lucifer have said her name during sex!? Sadness and anger swirled in his chest he needed to go.

Lucifer: Adam wait!

Adam: You have a hand, finish yourself and think of her since she's already on your mind.

He got up, his clothes haphazardly on his body. His voice conveyed more hurt than anger. Did Lucifer even fucking love him anymore? Or at all for that matter?

Lucifer: Adam, I don't-!

The door slammed leaving Lucifer alone, he sighed he really fucked up this time.

Adam went to his old room and slammed his door and locked it. He threw himself on the bed and cried his eyes out.

There was a soft knock on his door.

Adam: Go away!

Angel: It's me!

Adam: Oh...... Come in.....

Angel came in and sat down on his bed: What's the matter? You're slamming doors like you get paid to do it.

Adam told him what happened as he cried, Angel held him and just let him get his feelings out.

Angel: The fuck is wrong with him?

Adam: I don't know...... He.... What if he doesn't love me?

Angel: ..... I think he does love you, he's just really fucking stupid.

They stayed up the rest of the night and drank a little bit until Adam fell asleep.

He avoided Lucifer for a while, he knew they would have to talk about it but he didn't want to because he didn't know what the fuck would happen.

Would they break up? Did it even bother Lucifer like it bothered him? Each passing day he wanted to die a little more.

Lucifer came into the kitchen where Angel was eating some jello: Have you seen Adam?

Angel: Oh, so you do know his name.

Lucifer sighed: He fucking told you?

Angel: I'm his best bitch, of course he did. How the fuck could you do that to him? You should thank your short ass he didn't break up with you.

Lucifer: ..... He's that upset?

Angel: Lucifer, if Husk moaned someone's name other than mine during sex I'd cut his cock off, feed it to him, and leave him in the dust. Especially if it's a hot ex! What's the matter with you?

Lucifer: It was an accident! I don't even know why I said it okay? Where is he?

Angel: ..... His room. I hope you have Chapstick because you're gonna be kissing his ass for a while.

Lucifer walked off and summoned a bouquet of sunflowers. He teleported into Adams room, it was mostly dark in the room with Adam on the bed.

Lucifer: Addie?

Adam flinched he hadn't heard his voice in a while: Get out.

Lucifer: No, we need to talk about this.

Adam turned over and glared: And you thought I'd want sunflowers? Why don't you give them to your true love.

Lucifer sighed and placed them on the desk: I didn't mean it Adam, it was an accident.

Adam teared up: Do you still love her?

Lucifer: No! I love you! I always I have I told you this.

Adam: You have no idea what this has done to me Lucifer. I've tried so fucking hard to be who you want me to be but you're still thinking of her! And during sex of all the times.

Lucifer: I'M SORRY!

Adam: .......

Lucifer sighed: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it.

Adam: No you shouldn't have, do you have any idea how bad that hurt my fucking feelings? How bad I wanted to die? How the fuck would you like it if I moaned Michael's name?

Okay, he sees his point.

Lucifer: I didn't know it was that bad....

Adam: I love you so much and that fucking hurt me to my God damn core. Especially after everything.

Lucifer: It won't happen again I fucking promise.

Adam: You better forget her fucking name.

Lucifer: Who's name?

Adam gave a tiny smile: Cheeky.

Lucifer: Can I hug you?

Adam: ..... Sure.

They hugged each other, Lucifer wiped his tears away.

It was a start.

[coronangelic1]

I can smell colors and taste images oh my fucking god I hate being sick

[haemey]

I'm glad it was helpful! I certainly had my own moments of doubt and frustration. It's part of the growth process.

I'm sure you'll see progress soon - just keep at it and try not to worry too much. A little frustration can be a great motivator! Too much and it pivots in the opposite direction.

Chances are you won't even notice your own progress too much, since it's mostly gradual. You see it more in others, because you only get to see snapshots from then, not the whole process, the failures or the stress they carry as well. You see jumps in their progress, because you jump from one point in their progress to the next. You see a crawl in your own because you're there for the entire, arduous, thing.

It's like climbing up a mountain while the people around you are posting photos from the peak. You only get to see the end result, but the truth is, they had to climb just as far.

Which is to say: don't forget to look at your own snapshots. Don't just stare at what you're working on right now, but also look at your previous work. Compare. See how far you've come. I'm sure there is progress there.

Do you have any idea how long it took me before I could bear to listen to my own recordings? And how much longer it was before I didn't cringe everytime I did? Or until I actually managed to listen and go "this one is actually really good, I like how I sound"? Half an eternity. And now, I listen back at them and realise that they actually weren't that bad for the level I was at.

End note: fuck impostor syndrome. The best way to do that is to understand that you would not have made it this far if you didn't have any skill. The people who matter know what you've got. If you have any amount of success, it's because you're good at something. Yes, there's connections and bribery, but if you don't use those and still end up somewhere, it's because you got there on your own. And you deserve to be there. Don't let anyone, especially not yourself, tell you otherwise.

The issue I’m having right now with my art and school in general is that I’m just so woefully mediocre. Like..I’m good enough that when I ask my teachers for help they don’t know what to say, or just say keep doing what I’m doing, or like they don’t want to critique me even though I keep asking for it, but I’m also not good enough that people take note of me. Like no one is pulling me aside and telling me they can help with my portfolio, or that they have extra resources. Always “pretty good” but never eve “excellent” or “exceptional.” I’m not blind, I can see the mistakes on my art, and I know they can see it too.

And I get I need to be the one to seek it out, but it’s disheartening when people around you just have the potential that you currently don’t and get noticed for it. I guess I just need to keep drawing but I feel like I’m running out of time. I’m trying really hard. There’s not enough time in the day for me to be doing more. I just want to be successful, but it’s coming so slowly to me and I’m afraid by the time I’m done with school I won’t have much of anything to show for it

[dendroaspis-viridis]

I'm begging you, BioWare... Learn from the mistakes of Baldur's Gates past...

[hplonesomeart]

Stabby stabby time 😌✨

(Original meme audio source can be found via this YouTube video!!)

[alistair-blackwood]

genuinely don't understand people who gripe about someone getting into dunmesh for m/m pairings as opposed to f/f when none of them are even close to being the main point of the series

[katyspersonal]

Lrb dear god, this reminded me of that time when Alfred-chan got sooooo mad at my post explaining why fans should respect bisexual headcanons for Maria and Malenia instead of pretending like they're canonically lesbians and that they get oppressed and erased by mxf ships with them. They kept vagueing that post for like a MONTH in their blog including in tags under reblogs of Maria fanart, passively-aggressively changed their url to character+sexuality to "spite" me and then even made a sockpuppet account to start shit with me in the comments.

They deactivated when me and Val completely obliterated their "you cultivate lesbiphobic following by telling people why they should respect all sexuality headcanons instead of acting cultish or assuming their experiences and stereotypes equal canon confirmation" garbage with actual facts and logic tho but I screenshotted everything fjthfgfj (I learned to document everything the hard way after they've changed the she/they pronouns to they/they pronouns ONLY to accuse me of misgendering, so thank you for making me wiser I guess 😎). Even more vile, as they, a white person, larped as an Arab in that sockpuppet to hold even MORE "privilege" against me in discussion gjtjfh Because for them race, gender or sexuality are just badges of honor and dishonor, they don't see these as traits of actual human beings. And Dr Eugene X, who worked with them and weaponized her race to accuse everyone who disagreed with her of racism, didn't bat an eye at such a terrible act too?? As usual, rules are not for their friends, lol

It is not even the worst thing Alfred did, and yet all of this just, just, JUST because I wrote a point on why bisexual headcanon people did nothing wrong and there is no ground to claim something is canon when it isn't. 🤦‍♂️ Like, they were soooo convinced that I hated lesbian headcanons and that I'd feel angry if they called Lady Maria a lesbian, when what I was angry at is this exact toxic behavior in the fandom. No matter how much you like a headcanon, don't be a bitch about it. Maria doesn't """belong""" to any gender or sexuality, she belongs to anyone who likes her and is invested in her complexity as a character!!!

Yet, apparently, common Malenia simps / Finlay shippers are no better than common Maria simps / Mariadeline shippers. Just, wild how after shit like this, many people have the guts to claim that it is "sexist redditbros" who are the biggest problem of creators in the fandom. 🤦‍♂️ They'd actually blush if they encountered what such self-proclaimed "feminists" do to their own (!!!) over headcanons. 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

[chronic-cynic]

I know everyone wants a Solitaire movie (and so do I) but I honestly think they'd fuck it up beyond anyone's imagination.

[the-spooky-children]

Can't stop thinking about unhealthy co-dependent teen!fireskulls..