#especially how awkward she is. I love her

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Just random random headcannons about my wife <3

She makes lots of noises; grunts, sighs, groans. It’s basically a language that only you can understand at this point.

“Hmph,” she grunted with her usual grumpy expression. “You want cuddles?” She nods her head in response.

Snores but denies it. It’s like when you’re sharing a hotel room with your family and your dad’s snoring keeps you awake; staring at the ceiling. You’ve told her multiple times but she just doesn’t believe it.

“You kept me awake all night,” you said in disbelief as your utterly exhausted eyes met hers. “Uh-huh, how? Do NOT say because I was snoring.””You were snoring.”

But in all seriousness, she started sleeping on her side—the snoring was due to her sleeping on her back.

Doesn’t care for public affection, not that she won’t slip her arm around your waist or have her hand on your thigh once in a while—but it isn’t often.

(Saw someone else say this)—absolutely loves dad jokes. She won’t laugh at anything else but dad jokes.

“Hey babe,” you slid next to her on the couch. “Hm?””What days are the strongest?“ you asked. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Saturday and Sunday,” you started to smile. “Why?” She was slightly curious. “‘Cause the rest are weekdays,” she couldn’t even hold it before she burst out laughing.

Takes her mechanical arm off before she goes to bed because she doesn’t wanna hurt you.

Tough with everyone else but you, Jinx and Isha (they’re alive and well).

Isha made a cheerful noise as she raised her tea cup. Sevika sat across from her, hunched over the small table, teacup in hand. She pretended to drink from it, “Mm, nice.”

Perfers actions over words—for example, her version of an apology is by doing more of what she should’ve done in the past. If she wasn’t spending much time with you before, she’d immediately take it upon herself to fix her schedule.

VERY protective, especially when you’re at The Last Drop, nothing escapes her vision.

Once, this guy attempted to flirt with you but before he could get a word out, he was immediately met with a deadly glare from her. She pulled you closer towards her with a raised eyebrow, “You got something to say?” That sent him babbling in fear, “Uh-no, no, of course not!—“”Get out of my sight.”

Claims she’s not an animal person but will come home with a kitten she found on the street.

“It wouldn’t stop following me,” she said while avoiding eye contact with you. You knew she was lying.

Sometimes when she comes back from work she’ll just collapse on the couch. She’s a busy woman, alright?

Jinx cut her hair then made fun of her afterwards.

Jinx cackled after she looked at the final product, “Sweetcheeks ain’t gonna love you now, are they?” The older woman simply grumbled under breath, “You’re the one who cut it.””Yeah and I made it ugly on purpose.”

You ended up loving her hair anyway.

Secretly likes when you lay on top of her; loves seeing how comfortable you are

She’s always warm; your personal heater

Somehow gives the best hugs—bear hugs, but is so awkward with it

Takes the longest showers known to mankind; once she gets in, be prepared to wait about an hour. Meanwhile, half the time it’s just her staring at the wall.

Will let Isha climb her on rare occasions; sometimes the girl gets insanely hyper and is moving all over the place.

Says she’s “not fond of kids” but has a soft spot for them.

A little boy with blue-dyed hair walked up to her while she was outside one day. “H-hi, can you please sign this?” He asked in a soft-spoken manner, showing a drawing, offered with a crayon. She didn’t respond but took the paper and signed her name on the back. Internally, she was in disbelief that this boy looked up to her in some way. “Thank you!” He gave a big smile before running back to his group of friends, happily showing them the signature. A twitch edged at the end of her mouth.

[vamp1reg1rrrl]

Abby Anderson w/ Alt reader

Pt 1 (??)

lmk if you guys want a pt 2.

No TWs really. Just mention of reader being afab sorta?? reader is more feminine so if that bothers you this probably isn’t for you. smoking also mentioned multiple times

- You and Abby met at a local cafe near your college. You had been a barista for about 4 months now, needing some extra money for college and what not.

- Abby asked for a black coffee, as she usually did. And you got it for her without saying much more, as you usually did.

- This time did not go how it usually did though. No, not at all. Unlike the usual order and go Abby decided to stick around for once, taking a seat at one of the small circular tables that littered the small coffee shop.

- When she sat down she got all her class work out, her computer, book, and notebook along with a pen and pencils.

- A couple hours go by and you were going on your break, untying the apron from your waist. You round to the front to go hang out in your car on your 30. Of course before that you had to have a cigarette so you sit on the curb next to your car, lighting one.

“You know those things are bad for you, right?”

You glance behind you to see oh so fine Abby Anderson. You take a puff and shoot her a grin.

“Really? I wasn’t aware.”

She laughs and takes a seat next to you on the curb, her big boots clacking on the cement.

“Can I have one?”

“You smoke?”

“Nope.”

- And that’s how it started. She’d come in, you’d go on your break, she’d smoke a cigarette with you, and you guys would sit there and talk. About nothing really, school work, your jobs, music, just little silly daily things. Nothing too serious.

- You had always been more on the alternative side but you really got into it once you turned 18. A few tattoos here and there, piercings up your ears and of course a facial one or two (more if you prefer).

- Of course it wasn’t uncommon for people to think this was weird, or unattractive, or on the far end even “demonic”. But not Abby Anderson. Oh no, as soon as she saw you she was interested. The way your eyeliner made your eyes stand out, the dark lipstick you wore, even your piercings. Every little thing had her stomach doing flips around you.

- So like any sane person does, she didn’t say a thing to you. She wasn’t awkward, not weird nor anything like that. Just shy. Not that you could tell with her more so stoic expression most the time. She’d get her coffee, black as always, and leave. Now what you didn’t know is that for 1. she did not take her coffee black. No, she simply thought it’d impress you. She was far from alternative herself so she really took the whole dark and dreary thing to heart and just assumed you’d think it was cool. (Spoiler alert: you did.)

- And 2. she had been dressing up everyday for you. Now, of course you wouldn’t know that considering you hadn’t really know her prior. Sure, maybe seen her around campus once or twice but nothing note worthy. But she had, slowly, trying to impress you in some way or another.

- At first she just changed up her clothes a bit, wearing a band tee she had cut the sleeves off of. And lord did she love the response it got.

“Nice shirt. You listen to them?”

“Oh, uh yeah, i do. Thanks.”

“Mhm. Black as usual today I assume?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

- If you hadn’t noticed she wasn’t exactly the best at flirting. It’s not that she was particularly bad at it, she just felt awkward. Especially considering she didn’t assume she was your type. Hell, she didn’t even know if you were into women.

- Eventually her effort become a bit more. Wearing a chain necklace with a cross, maybe a more grunge look with some black cargos. Hell she even painted her nails black to match with yours. The fact that you didn’t get acrylics was the one thing giving her hope on your sexuality.

- When her sitting with you on your break became a bit normal, you decided to test the waters.

“So… you got a crush on me or something?”

“What? Why would you even-”

“Pfft I’m kidding oh my god. You look like you’re about to have a heart attack” you couldn’t help the small laughs leaving your lips.

“Fuck… you’re a dick.�� and then she laughed too.

“Wow big tough anderson can cuss huh?”

“Of course I can, I am an adult after all.”

“Of course, of course. So since you’re an adult, be honest with me. What’s with this? You got a crush for real? Or maybe you just wanna hook up? I don’t assume it’s just a case of a friend crush since you’ve been looking down my shirt since the first time you came in”

You were bold, and that made her nervous. But, it also made her like you more.

She laughed, clearly a bit anxious at the situation.

“Well, uh, I guess you caught me. I was hoping to maybe uh… I don’t know, take you out I guess?”

“About damn time you asked.”

- The first time you went out together she thought her eyeballs might actually pop out of her sockets. Holy. Shit. Was the only thing running through her mind. You looked good. Like really, really, fucking good. You had shown up in a pair of black panty hose that had holes in them, a black skirt, and a burgundy off the shoulder top which had some obscure band on it. And then of course your typical torn-to-shreds converse.

- But little did she know you were thinking the exact same thing. Holy. Shit. She had worn another one of her band tees with the sleeves cut off. Nirvana this time, fuck. Her biceps looked good enough to take a bite out of. And don’t even get started on those god damn black cargos. How was it possible for someone’s ass to look THAT good? And her thighs? You literally wanted her to squash your head with them. But the thing that really topped it off was these little accessories that she added. The delusional part in you hoping it was just for you. The chain she added to the cargos, of course her carabiner attached as well, her black chipped polish. And fuck, the thick silver rings on her fingers.

- Only one thing was running through your mind

‘Please fuck me with those things on oh my go-’

“Ready to go inside?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

- For your first date you had decided to go to a small punk show downtown. You went to them pretty often and when you brought one up she naturally was interested. They were never super big groups, just small locals who were trying to make it big (but more often than not didn’t).

- It was loud. Like REALLY fucking loud. Way louder than Abby was expecting. I mean she knew it wasn’t going to be quiet but fuck, how were you not deaf at this point? Thank god you had given her ear plugs when you came in.

“It’s really loud in here”

“What?”

“I said, It’s really loud in here”

You just laughed and handed her a pack of earplugs. Not that you wore any, you felt they dimmed the experience. No, you wanted to feel the music in your bones. For it to rattle your soul to the core.

- In between sets you’d go outside and smoke a cigarette or maybe even just hit your vape. You and abby would chat about whatever, mainly the music. But eventually you run out of things to say about random small punk groups.

“You look really good tonight”

“Oh, shit, thanks. So do you- I mean, you look better than good. You look amazing, you always do, but, you know..”

Fuck. You had her stomach in literal knots.

“Soooo, when do you plan to kiss me?”

“What?”

She could feel her heart in her god damn throat.

“Unless you don’t plan to? I thought maybe you’d do it once we got outside but maybe you’re more of a kiss her on her doorstep typa’ gal?”

Holy. Shit.

“Do you uh.. do you want me to kiss you?”

“Depends, do you want to kiss me?”

Yes. So fucking badly.

But she just nods silently.

“Then yeah, I want you to kiss me.”

So she did.

- The kiss was clumsy, she was clearly nervous. But that was okay, you didn’t mind. No, if anything, you found it irritatingly cute. How could such a big scary looking person be so. fucking. cute.

- Later when you got home that night, her driving you of course. She walked you to your door. You were a junior so you had your own apartment at this point, sharing with a few roommates.

“Well, I was going to kiss you but clearly that already happened..”

“Hmm, well I don’t see the harm in a second go at it. By the third time maybe we’ll have it perfected.”

You just grin at her, grabbing the collar of her bomber jacket and pulling her down to you, pressing your lips against hers.

- The kiss quickly turned to a small make out session on your front porch, your back pressed against your front door, her big, calloused hands on your waist, pressed up your shirt.

- But all good things come to an end. So eventually she pulls away, flushed, both of you slightly panting, your lipstick smeared around your lips and hers at this point.

“Fuck, I really want to take things slow but you make it so hard.”

“Pfft am I getting you worked up Abby?”

“Yes. You fucking are. And you know it.”

She huffs and rests her head against your shoulder, hands still gripping the bare skin of your waist. You smile softly and press a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t worry so much, ‘kay? You’re overthinking it. It’ll happen when it happens.”

- And with that the night ended.

If you guys couldn’t guess I’m alternative with tattoos, piercings, and i smoke lol. so this may be more for me than yall💀💀

But hopefully you enjoyed anyways😛

[po3tbbygirl]

We’ve built a home

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (oneshot)

desc: In a place that never felt like home, reader’s grown tired of explaining herself—until someone finally listens.

content warnings: pre-established relationship, emotional distress, crying, cultural differences.

a/n: your girlie is OUT of her home country and you can tell 😖😖 I lowk cried a lot writing this…

Italicization = foreign/your language

She hated Virginia.

She hated how far she had to drive just to get to work, wishing she could go back to the days when her commute was a simple 15-minute bus ride.

She hated how every craving for her favorite foods came with the bitter truth that she’d have to make them herself. No restaurant around here could even come close to capturing the flavors of her culture.

She hated how much of herself she had to explain to people. Why she talked the way she did. Why she did certain things that felt so natural to her but seemed strange here. She was always defending or translating her life, just to avoid being misunderstood as weird, rude, or too nice.

Her days felt heavy, and even her dream job wasn’t enough to make up for how lonely and out of place she felt. Virginia wasn’t home. It never would be. But then Spencer came along.

He was lanky, with messy brown hair and a quiet awkwardness that made her smile despite herself. At first, he was just someone she met by chance. But over time, he became the one thing that made everything easier. Brighter. Lighter.

Of course, she still had to explain some things to him—he didn’t know her culture at first. But it was different with Spencer.

When she told him she needed lime with almost every meal, he didn’t question her. Instead, he made sure their kitchen was always stocked with it. Sometimes he’d even bring home extra, just to be safe.

When after playing chess or watching movies they’d accidentally pass the 3 a.m. mark and she just had to stay up until 4 a.m. for no real reason other than luck, he stayed up with her. No complaints. No judgment.

When Christmas came, and she explained how her family celebrated—eating pork, drinking fruit punch, praying together, singing songs, and breaking piñatas—he didn’t hesitate to join in. He did everything he could to honor her traditions, even when they were completely new to him.

And when she cried while setting up the ofrendas for her loved ones who had passed, Spencer didn’t try to fix it. He simply sat beside her, holding her hand and letting her cry, showing her she wasn’t alone.

Spencer wasn’t just good to her. He was perfect for her. He made her feel understood in a way she hadn’t thought was possible.

But there were still some things even Spencer couldn’t fix—or so she thought.

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“Ugh,” she groaned as she walked through the door, tossing her keys into the bowl by the door.

Spencer looked up from the couch, where he’d been reading a book. He frowned, setting it aside. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

She sighed, staying silent as she kicked off her shoes and leaned against the wall. Her face looked tense, like she was fighting back tears.

“I’m just tired,” she finally said, her voice strained.

Spencer straightened, concern etched across his face. “Tell me.”

“You wouldn’t get it.”

“Try me.”

She hesitated, standing frozen in the middle of the kitchen. She looked up, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

“I’m tired of explaining myself,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m tired of people staring at my food at lunch. I’m tired of explaining why I talk the way I do, why I act the way I do.” She paused, her tears falling faster now. “And I’m especially tired of people thinking I’m dumb or slow just because I need a second to find the right word. They don’t realize I’m not thinking in the language they are speaking. I’m not stupid—I just need time. But no one seems to get that, and I’m so tired of it!”

Her voice cracked as she let out a sob, her body shaking with all the emotions she had kept bottled up for so long. “I can’t take it anymore. It’s driving me crazy!”

“Love…” Spencer’s voice was soft, steady.

She froze. The sound of his voice saying that one word in her language stopped her in her tracks.

He stood from the couch, walking toward her. Her tears slowed as she watched him approach, her shock keeping her in place.

“I know it’s hard,” Spencer said, his hands gently taking hers. “I know you hurt. And it kills me to see you like this. Every time you have to explain yourself to some ignorant person who will just shut you down, who doesn’t deserve to understand you, I become the saddest man alive.”

She stared at him, the warmth of his hands grounding her as her tears continued to fall.

“I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you this,” he said, dropping down onto both knees in front of her. “I know we have only been dating for a little over a year and know this isn’t a proposal because you deserve so much more than me kneeling in the living room in my ugly pajamas,”

Her breath hitched as she watched him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“But I promise you—no, I swear to you—that as long as you’ll have me, you’ll never have to explain yourself again. Not to me. You won’t have to feel like you need to translate your heart or your soul to me because I’ll keep learning. I’ll keep trying. All I need from you, my love, is to be you. The raw, beautiful, unfiltered version of you. And I’m ready for that. I’m ready for you.”

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she couldn’t move. No one had ever made this much effort for her before. No one had ever tried to understand her this deeply.

Without thinking, she knelt down in front of him, cupping his face in her hands. “I’m so sorry this isn’t a proposal, Spencer,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Because after what you just said… I don’t think I can do anything but want to marry you.”

They both laughed through their tears, and Spencer playfully shifted onto one knee. They stayed like that for a long moment, staring into each other’s eyes.

Finally, Spencer spoke, his tone serious. “I mean it, love. From now on, if you don’t ever want to speak a word of English to me again, you don’t have to. I’m ready for that part of you. You don’t have to hide it anymore.”

Her tears flowed freely again, but this time, they were tears of joy. Relief. Love. “Spencer… thank you,” she whispered. “I love you.”

He smiled, his eyes shining. “I love you.”

[primeofprimes115]

Stress Reliever - Supergirl x Male Reader Smut

Note: Fluff/Wholesome and Smut (18+)

A groan came through the door before the handle was pulled down from the other side, before the door opened slowly. The sound of boots echoed off the wooden flooring within the apartment before the person let out a sigh of relief as the door was being closed behind them.

"Finally..." the mid-twenties man sighed out with relief. "Home-Sweet-Home" he sounded exhausted, stressed, tired even, he opened his hand and out of thin-air with indigo light, a sword appeared into his opened hand on the right, elegantly designed with purples and white, fitted with a gold dragon under the white wrapping of the hilt. "Never... Again".

"Hey, baby!" A mid-twenties woman's voice then called out, popping her head just around the corner in front of him, before she fully popped out from the corner, wearing something casual rather than the red cape and blue suit. Noticing she wasn't wearing the family "S" sigil of her people anymore, at least for now that is.

He sighed with relief again upon seeing her, an angelic smile upon her face, which made him smile a little as he placed down his sword. "I guess I now know what it feels like when I'm in your position" he gently remarked, kicking off his boots and leaving his dark purple coat on the ground behind him. He noticed the woman was wearing one of his hoodies.

The woman kept her smile while approaching him, not even daring to use her super speed this time around as she'd usually do after not seeing him for a little bit. Outstretching her arms to envelope the man in a tight hug, a hug so warm, he wouldn't need to use a heater to warm himself up during the season of Winter.

"I missed you, Y/N" the woman whispered into his ear, not thinking of letting go anytime soon.

"I missed you too, Kara" the man replied back, both he and Kara pulled back a little to look into each other's eyes. Soon after, Y/N's hand brushed through Kara's blonde hair, having recently getting her hair cut shorter while still having the curls, a little similar to her counterpart's hair style.

Then they connect lips together, enveloping in a sweet and warm kiss.

Y/N had yearned to taste Kara's lips after a few days, having been called for a job he could not refuse, especially during the situation at the time with Kara and her allies, he had no choice but to accept the job, or the business his Brother built with Morrison, would fall without his help, as no one was available at the time.

His hands rested upon Kara's hips, under the opened hoodie she "stole" from him. "Wearing one of my hoodies, I see?" he mumbled into Kara's lips, before the latter softly giggled at his observation, pulling back to respond.

"It had your scent on it ~" she replied with an obvious flirtatious tone. "I would've flown on by to help, but...". 

"I know" he nodded with a soft demeanor to his tone. "Morrison said only I was needed" he said with a dislike, but he looked into Kara's eyes and saw the same love he always saw in her, the love for him, no matter how distant they'd be at times, or how far they'd be from each other, it was always the same love they felt for one another...

An undying love.

"You seem stressed" she broke the little bit of silence after the little staring contest, most would say it was awkward but... It was how they met before. Eyes locked on one another.

Y/N nodded toward her before looking away, breaking eye contact. "Yeah" he whispered with a disheartened tone, sighing to himself.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked softly. "I can give you a massage while you do, I've also saved you some leftovers if you want it, just needs to be reheated, I can do that trick also if you know what I mean, the heat vision trick" the sound of her idea made him smile. This was one of many reasons why he loved Kara, just as he was her support, she was his support, for all the times he's comforted her when she wasn't feeling great, she'd do the same back to him, she done it way better than his ex ever could.

"That'd be grand" he accepted. "Massage first though"

And so... The pair sat together on the couch, as the Woman of Tomorrow began to massage her Hunter boyfriend after removing his shirt and tie, leaving him with only his pants, underwear and socks on

The massage was comforting, her warm, heated hands slowly and gently but firmly pressing against his back where he felt most sore in as he explained his... Stress.

Kara listened to him, wanting to hear everything he had to explain, he had been gone for a few days, having to take care of his Brother's business since he had disappeared along with his other Brother, his Nephew had other problems to deal with outside the business, and a few others who also worked in the business were also busy... Y/N was the only available candidate to run things until his Uncle returned to continue to run things. 

He was called up about it when he was with Kara, Jonathan Irons, Lois Lane and Conner Kent, helping them take care of a Kryptonian named Thao-La who was a descendant of a lost-colony of Kryptonians named Phaelosians, centuries ago. who was stuck on Warworld, enslaved by Mongul, before she made it to Earth, eventually meeting Kara and the rest.

Clark was off world at the time, so Kara, as Supergirl, wearing a new suit with pants this time around, took over her cousin's position as Metropolis's protector until he returned, and what better than to have her boyfriend by her side, having discovered his heritage and power a few years ago.

If he hadn't been called, he would've gotten to know Thao-La better, see that Kara mentored her, helped her control her powers better, and witness the return of Superman not long after, even to go on a goose-chase against Mongul's advisor who hid on Earth after his death.

Instead... He had to go back to Red Grave, to run the shared business Morrison and Y/N's brother ran since Morrison himself was out of town also.

"Maybe you're just thinking it's all on you, when it really isn't" Kara softly said to him, now working on his lower end on his back.

"Then why do I always get called to run things when they have to deal with other shit? I have a life too, y'know?" he said with a little frustration, shaking his head. "Like, I just want to relax, be with you, be with friends, do anything else than... Hunting demons, and vamps, and rogue angels, instead I gotta run a business I never was apart of in the first place, before finding out I even had a biological Brother, two Brothers in fact... And a Nephew" he continued venting out his frustrations. "Not to forget, our anniversary was supposed to be yesterday!".

Kara listened to everything he said, knowing what to say next. "You're not saying that... Before you found out you had a biological family, you were happy the way you were before?" she questioned with a soft demeanor.

Y/N was caught off guard with Kara's question, not expecting to hear that from her. "Don't get me wrong, a-a part of me is happy to know that I do, but..." he paused for a moment and then sighed, having his tongue tied by the question alone, the best way was to show her.

His left arm emitted an indigo glow, as his arm transformed upon him making it do so, revealing something that Kara knew was familiar to her, noticing his demon arm that glowed with an indigo color, she grew puzzled at this before realizing what he was trying to say.

"Oh".

"Ever since I found out about my heritage, where I came from, who my biological father was... It all began to make sense, why I thought I was cursed this whole time. And I still feel like it's a curse, why people feared me, even when I was younger, they fear us for who we are underneath, they think the human skin is just a... A disguise when it really isn't, they say we don't have a soul... But we do have a soul" he said with a heavy heart of sorrow, a tone of stress in his vocals. "You knew that since the night we met, in that alleyway. I pushed others away because I feared they'd treat me harshly, or they'd get too close to realize I'm a monster. I know you already know that, but...".

"It's caught up to you, hasn't it? The past?" she stopped massaging him in the lower end of his back, pulling her hands away as the two sat upright beside each other.

"You know I've always hated having this" his demon fingers twitch from left to right, as his eyes look down toward it. "And I thought I was at peace with my past, but maybe I really wasn't... Finding out I also have a family doesn't help with that, either" his eyes then closed as he tried to recollect his thoughts... But that failed and he let out a groan.

Silence was between them for a moment, before Y/N spoke up again, recollecting his wordings.

"I never... Wanted this, I just wanted a normal life, go to college, get the girl, get married, have a kid or two, have pets... But I got this, and I hunt demons, vamps and all that. It's not exactly the life I wanted...".

"You have to let it go, Y/N" Kara then placed her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it. The half-human, half-demon looked at Kara with a stressed out gaze that began to soften a little. "I know the past hurts, being reminded of it, sucks" she knew how he felt, being reminded of Krypton every so often happens to her almost every day. "But the past is nothing but a memory, as much as it hurts, the future is what matters most. Do I still remember Krypton? Yes, every day, but I've grown to move past it and since when I first landed here, I've since then accepted that Earth is my new home after some time of healing and getting help, my second chance at life, and if I hadn't? I wouldn't have met you" Y/N smiled just a little hearing her words, his right hand now atop of hers on his thigh while he kept his demon one away.

"I once pushed away my only family I had left when I first landed here, I didn't even want to believe that my baby cousin had grown all up while I was in hyper sleep, stuck in my pod in space for years. I was too angry at the world, even at those who didn't deserve it, I even thought there was a way to bring back Krypton with the help of another Kryptonian, but I soon realized I'd be destroying a planet for that to happen, a planet my baby cousin grew up on without me, and so... I finally came to terms with my new life and began to accept the help to heal and grow" she continued, before reaching out to grab a hold of his other hand... His demon hand.

Y/N felt surprised by this act from her, she wasn't afraid to show how much she cared for him, how much she loved him, even out in public, she treated him with kindness, with love, with everything she could. She never shunned him away for having human and demon blood in him like anyone else would.

If it wasn't for her? He wouldn't be friends with the likes of Conner, or Dick Grayson for that matter, he wouldn't have been on good terms with Clark. Kara changed his life, much like he changed her life.

"I think I've always said how lucky I was to have you, but I don't think I've always asked how lucky you are to have me, haven't I?" she smirked, running her thumb over the knuckle of his demon hand.

"Perhaps" he shrugged. "But you're right, I am lucky to have you, I don't think I'd be here today if it wasn't for you" he smiled.

"Just don't push your family away, even the business" Kara pucks her lips before kissing his temple. "I'm pretty sure the reason why they ask you is because they trust you to run things when they're pre-occupied, and I've heard from Morrison that you cleaned up the place, gave it a polish" she gave him a nod of approval. "Just like a House-Husband".

"Don't get any funny ideas" he chuckled a little, placing his right hand on Kara's thigh, just under her casual, dark green, skirt. "But, yeah... Maybe you're right, I shouldn't push them away. On that note, I should probably apologize".

"Maybe you should" she agreed with him softly. "And, if you want, the next time you're called up to run things, maybe I could tag along too for a change and maybe by chance meet your Brother".

"You... You'd do that with me?" he asked in disbelief, not the bad kind.

"With you? Of course!" Kara was optimistic on the idea of helping him. "I know we recently haven't spent much time without me wearing my cape, and the fact we missed out on our anniversary yesterday due to... Complications. But, to help you run your Brother's business would be fun, and it's also a excuse for me to be with you all the time" she giggled.

"I'd love that" he said after a minute of thinking, the pair soon connect lips together for a short n' sweet kiss. "I love you" he mumbles into her lips as his demon hand returns to normal, returning back to human skin.

"I love you too" Kara pulled back, giving him a loving gaze. "Feel any better" she asked with a little smile.

"Sweetheart, you're the best stress reliever on God's green Earth" he replied, making her giggle softly. "So, yes".

"Good".

"I do gotta ask though..." he paused, waiting for the Woman of Tomorrow's response which was a little head tilt from her. "Is Supergirl needed for tonight?" he asked.

"Well, there wasn't much crime today, even checked in with the League; not much going on, on their end, so... I don't think so. You want me to take you on a flight? If that's what you're asking" she answered back softly, her tone soothing.

"Hmm, no, not this time" he declined. "Was only curious" he said, trying to hint towards something as his eyes looked down at her thighs where his right hand was, before his eyes drifted up towards the shirt she adorned under the hoodie she took from him, a shirt with her symbol on it, merchandise she was given as a gift from some nice people from National City a few years ago.

Kara noticed and blushed a little, biting her lip just thinking about it. They hadn't done it in months, and the last time they... "Done" it, she was in costume.

"Have you also been feeling stressed as of late?" he then asked her, moving his hand up just a little, feeling Kara's warm skin, just below her skirt. It wasn't long ago she dropped the skirt for pants for her new suit, but she still wore skirts then and there for casual looks.

"Can I be honest?" she asked, he nodded. "I have been a little stressed out, I will admit to that".

"Well... If that's the case" he moved in closer to her, and Kara played along, smirking toward him as she knew where he was going with this. Sensing he was hungry for something else rather than the leftovers of Chinese food she left for him. "You want to relieve some of that stress?" he gave her a flirty smirk.

"Do I even need to give you an answer to that? ~" she provocatively responded as she smirked deeply, pulling herself in for a kiss. Y/N soon giving into the kiss as it then turned into a heated one not long after.

Their eyes closed as lips danced with each other slowly, their tongues dancing rhythmically with one another. Kara could feel his hand reach into the depths of her dark green skirt, soon moaning a little upon feeling her area getting massaged softly.

The woman wrapped her arms around his hips, the two facing their bodies towards each other on the couch while their lips locked, and their tongues danced, fighting for dominance. She could feel her body just heating up from his touch alone, she wasn't even trying to warm her body up, it was just the way he makes her feel so vulnerable.

And she loves it.

Their tongues continued dancing as she pushed herself onto him, pressing her body against his, he took his hand out from her skirt and began running it up her Supergirl-themed shirt, his hand massaging her breasts, noticing she wasn't wearing any bra underneath.

"Oh, baby ~" she mumbled into his mouth, she unwrapped one arm from his around his hips, her hand on his chest to massage to support her and the other arm unwrapped now to tease the bulge growing in his pants while their tongues continued to dance in each other's mouths.

Y/N's little groans were soon heard, with Kara teasing him, causing him to push her onto the couch where she now was laid onto her back with their kiss interrupting for that moment alone, grabbing hold of her as she let out a little funny eek. 

"Ohhh, kinky ~" she mischievously giggled before biting down on her lip with her being pinned down onto the couch. "And here I thought I'd be the kinky one all the time ~" she purred, as her man smirked looking down at her.

"Oh, I have a kinky side too, I've just never shown it ~" he flirted back with a playful tone, the woman giggled before Y/N went down onto her, connecting his lips onto her neck.

"Ohhh, yessss" The Woman of Steel closed her eyes briefly as she felt his hot breath on her neck, with little moans escaping her throat, she felt her body go all intense and vulnerable to just his touch alone, moaning softly into her boyfriend's ear. "Oh myyyy Raoooo, yes ~!" she rolled her eyes back after opening them up again. Her hand on the back of his head as she drove that same hand through his hair with white highlights.

He nibbled on her neck, giving her a hickey, one that he made sure would stay for at least a few hours, knowing it'll disappear when she's out in the sun again, thanks to her Kryptonian biology and yellow solar energy reserves.

Her breaths got harder the more he continued kissing and nibbling on the Woman of Steel's neck, she squirmed with pleasure underneath him, practically begging him to continue kissing her neck.

Kara could lift a locomotive with ease, fly at super sonic speeds, be able to drift through space without the need of oxygen, even carry the very world on her shoulders when Atlas once asked her to, just like her cousin once did.

But she was vulnerable to a person's touch? It was a weakness that was well worth having, unlike her vulnerability to Kryptonite, this was the good type of Kryptonite... Just Y/N, all to herself... And if women tried hitting on him? Kara would make sure he was already hers, alone.

"Bedroom" she breathed out with a little moan, wanting to feel him inside her.

"As you wish ~" he replied, scooping her up into his arms, like she'd do to him when she would be out as Supergirl, she knew he didn't mind it, he found it quite adorable... But also hot at the same time.

Kara was practically excited at this point, the look on her face said it all as soon as she felt herself being scooped up into her boyfriend's arms, being carried into the bedroom.

A smirk played across Y/N's face, seeing his Woman of Steel getting all excited just thinking about how much she'd have him inside her, it was a thrilling feeling for the both of them.

The man placed Kara onto the bed gently, Kara repositioned herself before beginning to take off the hoodie she "borrowed" off from Y/N while he was gone, then proceeded to remove her skirt and undies off, before moving to her Supergirl-themed T-shirt, slowly removing it off to give him a... Little tease underneath.

A smile crept across his face as she done this, a smirk played on Kara's face, removing her T-shirt slowly, making sure to tease him at the same time. Now showing her breasts that were free from the T-shirt, like before, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Like what you see ~?" she gave him a wink, slowly driving her hands over her, soft, sleek skin as she was sitting up on the bed, looking deep into his eyes before flexing her muscles.

Her six-pack showed, flexing before him as he could only stare right at her muscles and body. Oh, how hot she looked in his view.

He nodded with a simple hum before Kara stopped her little flex show, and dragged herself over to her boyfriend, looking up at him, as if to ask something.

"May I?" she asked him, her hands and fingers twitching to the edges of his pants, asking permission to remove them and his underwear herself so he didn't have to.

And here he thought, he was supposed to relieve Kara from the little stress she had recently been keeping bottled up? He supposed this is what Kara had been waiting for... Though she could've asked anytime they had the chance before the recent situation.

"By all means" he responded, soon Kara slowly dragged down his pants, seeing the package he had underneath more clearly without the need of her X-ray vision, then proceeded to pull down his underwear, as his package then was freed from the fabric of his underwear, her eyes focused on it's girth and size. He was huge, and Kara really wanted to feel him inside her, to have him release in her.

"Seems like it needs some of me, doesn't it ~" she said with a flirtatious tone, feeling all giddy about him inside her, giving her a good time to relieve some of the stress she bottled up, she needed this and she knew he needed this too.

Before anything could happen, Kara made sure to lube up his cock first, and herself, just to make things easier 

Kara laid back on the bed, opening her legs to invite Y/N in, both now naked, freed from their clothing. She watched him get onto the bed, feeling him get on top of her as he aimed his cock to enter and hit the perfect spot that makes her squirm the most.

"Do it" she begged, positioning her hips upright for him.

Y/N slowly inserted his cock within the hole of her pussy, Kara's eyes bulged in surprise before he slammed down into her; making her moan with a little squeal. "There then?" he grinned as another moan escaped Kara's throat.

"Ohhhh, yes, fuck! Y/N! Yesss!" she threw her head back onto the bed, closing her eyes as a drunk smile crept on her face, the bed moving slightly with the little thrusts Y/N was making into her pussy. 

She squirmed underneath him yet again, from having a hicky earlier on, to feeling his cock thrust in and out of her every second with slow movements. Kara bit down on her lip hard as she began to massage her medium sized breasts, they weren't as big like her counterpart's were, but that wasn't the reason Kara found herself in a relationship with Y/N.

It seemed impossible, but she fell in love with him first, despite him brushing her off initially at first, he learned to accept her into his life, and soon fell in love with her back after becoming friends upon accepting her company. He never really had anyone, but his adopted mother, and that was it, it all changed when he met Kara for the first time... In that lone alleyway where demons ambushed him in National City all those years ago.

"Who do you belong to, huh? C'mon, say it ~".

"You! I belong to you! I'm yours and you're mine!" Kara moaned loudly with a little squeal of pleasure as he grinned. "Faster! Faster ~!" she begged.

"Not yet, Sunshine ~" he replied, driving his hands up on her body, up to her breasts, beginning to go in circles with his fingers around the nipples of her boobs, which were getting harder the more time went on.

"Ohhhh, you're teasing me!" a moaned mumble escaped the throat of Kara Zor-El, she wanted to let her juices flow so badly, wanting to feel the pleasure of releasing herself onto him, as much as he did.

He smirked at the fact she was begging him to go faster, he knew all the spots, all the ways to tease her and make her beg for more once the first release is done with, just like last time.

"You really want me to go fast, don't you?" he continued his charade, teasing her, making her beg.

The girl nodded her head in a fast motion. "We'll also fuck in the shower, just please... Please! Make me cum ~!".

Y/N then began to speed things up, his thighs connecting with hers with loud claps echoing throughout the bedroom, his hands massaged her breasts while she kept her hands above her head.

The bed was now shaking more and more now, scraping off the flooring with each thrust into Kara, her moans got louder, her breaths got heavier with each thrust, in and out...

In and out...

Repeating in a pattern with the sounds of their thighs clapping off of each other, with Y/N slamming down onto Kara as her moans and cute little squeals continued with each thrust and clap. 

Her head was thrown back onto the bed once again as her eyes rolled back, her tongue sticking out, laughing with pleasure.

"Oo! Ah! Ah! Ooo! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhh, fuck meeeee! Yes! Yes!!"

 She looked deep into Y/N's eyes with a drunken smile playing across her soft lips, pleasure building up as she squirmed again when her sweet spot was hit over and over again with each hard thrust, fast and rough...

Just the way she liked it, just like last time when she rode him while in costume.

"Enjoying this, aren't you?" he said with a smirk before letting out a little groan from the back of his throat, feeling the walls of Kara's pussy clenching further, but he continued thrusting deep into her sweet spot.

"Mmmmm, yessss ~!" she nodded her head, her tongue stuck out, locking eyes with him as his thrusts continued getting faster...

And faster..

Faster...

In and out..

And in and out... 

Until she felt him pulsating in her and herself getting ready to release her juices onto his cock inside her.

"You close?" Y/N mumbled his question with a groan.

"Oh fuck! I'm close ~!" the Woman of Steel squealed out, her moans heavy with lust. "I'm so close to cumming!!"

"I'm close too, babe" he groaned with pleasure along with her moans. "Together?".

"Together" she moaned back, feeling his hands cup her breasts. "Come for me, baby! Come. For. Me ~!!".

With one final, huge thrust, Y/N sent Kara over the edge with one final thrust in her sweet spot, a squeal of approval followed suit from her a she released herself onto him, moaning as she does so.

"Fuck!!" Y/N let out, having slammed one more time down onto her sweet spot, releasing himself soon after, his groans turned into little moans as he continued to shoot his shot into her.

Kara could hear his heartbeat racing, as if it was about to burst out of his chest with the excitement and pleasure of what they had just felt from the moment of releasing themselves, his little pants echoed out in the room as his cock now exiting her pussy.

With one last effort to seal the moment, Kara pulled him down to bring him into a heated kiss, her taking the lead to dance with his tongue, his heavy breathing sounding like music to her ears.

She could feel his shot flow within her, it was a strange feeling to her still but she loved the feeling of it at the same time.

"Feel any better, princess?" he mumbled into her mouth, a breathless giggle escaped her and him before the woman pecked his lips again.

"I should also ask the same to you" she said with a breathless sigh of satisfaction, their foreheads softly collided together.

"Much better than before, I needed this too" he said with his pants getting slower now.

"So..." Kara giggled. "Wanna take a shower with me? Continue this? If you've still got some left in you, that is ~" she smirked with some enthusiasm and cockiness, leaving Y/N to chuckle breathlessly, still catching his breath.

"You really knocked the breath out of me almost that time, and I never get tired that easily".

"Is that a no?" she asked with puckered lips, before seeing a smirk dawn across his lips.

"Let's continue in the shower, my Angel ~".

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[sprunkisunshinesuburbia]

Resident List part I

These are edited forms of the town’s documents and bios written by council member Therman. We omit things that could be considered far too personal for us (The town council) to reveal without consent but are merely to make introductions easier for vistors or new residents.

Jevin Amyclides

Age: 57

Gender: Male, He/Him

Height: 6’7

Color: Royal Blue

Quiet and reserved, he seems quite intimidating to talk to with the cloak, the stern looking expression he generally has and well… Alot of assumptions (mainly of the cult variety… Honestly I don’t blame anyone for making them- You really have to be careful out there...Some of them are a bit— Misguided on the whole sacrifice idea… Especially about the Sun!)

But when I actually talked to him he seemed pretty apologetic for— Uh almost everything he seemed to think he did wrong. He’s a very kind shy person just maybe a bit awkward- I feel a little bad for him sometimes, he cares a lot about his son and seemingly others he doesn’t know well. (Got real worried when I stubbed my toe- It was a little silly of me to like double over-)

He keeps to himself mostly, but doesn’t seem to oppose being dragged into things. Even if he seems a touch uncomfortable about it. I hope people don’t push him too much because… I doubt he’d push back….

Sky Amyclides

Age: 14

Gender: Male, He/him

Height: 4’10

Color: Sky Blue

Mr. Amyclides’ son, He’s pretty protective of his father- (It sounds like they’ve been through… Alot out there.. whoof.) he’s usually around him and often is the first to pick up on his dad’s unease and will let you know when you’re overstepping.

He’s a very smart and capable kid no doubt but it seems he’s trying to grow up too fast- Drinks his coffee black but cringes at every sip kind of person. Not very trusting either… Very curt with his answers.

Though if there’s anything that can get him to open up- It’s bears, he collects plush ones and loves talking about wildlife! Tells me that he has a bunch of books on them and even writes his own observations. It’s cute!

Gray Reindola

Age: 21

Gender: Male, He/They

Height: 4’10

Color: Gray

He doesn't really come out his house too often aside from going to his job at the theater and filming nature and other things in the park- (Which is where I usually see him- I haven't really seen a movie in awhile... Never found the time to.) I've asked him about his fancy camera which he told me was from his mom and that he used it for his film classes- Like maybe twice? And just kept making short films with it afterwards. I was kind of surprised how much he actually was willing to talk until he looked behind him and just- Suddenly excused himself to leave. I was confused for a moment and realized Wenda was here. (And um... He didn't really leave in time to I think avoid her?) And it was the three of us on the bench. He'd stop talking and just.. Filmed a leaf, On the grass while making this low hum. It was awkward....

Wenda Wilely

Age: 22

Gender: Female, She/her

Height: 6’0

Color: White

She's... Interesting to say the least- Uh I actually have no idea what she likes- She just seems to show up and sort of insert herself into groups and joke around a bit! I mean her sense of humor is...Er... Making playful jabs at people. (At least I think that's what's intended? She made fun of my lisp and then when Gray kept filming that leaf- I don't know what her deal is???) I stayed as long as I could tolerate the jokes and then her.. Asking me questions about myself and avoiding my own- She's... Maybe just not used to this place (She's relatively new here- Came alongside Gray but he says he didn't know her before moving here. Only that they're from the same city.) Maybe she'll settle at some point? She's odd. I mean everyone's bound to be but... She scares me a little.... She also works at the theater with Gray and I can only hope they're actually good friends and I just can't read people as well as I thought-

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[jel-jel-jel]

THOUGHTS on the new #3 etude thing that just got translated. marina acht confirme

ooohhhh my goddd oh my god you have no idea

etude #3 aligns basically perfectly with what I interpreted about Acht and Marina's characters and relationship. especially what I believed about Acht's self esteem issues and how they were treated as an outcast.

I've always thought Acht had a crush on Marina, that they strongly admired her, and strongly believed they were never good enough for her. I think a lot of their avoidant and seemingly apathetic attitude in the story is somewhat in attempt to keep Marina at arm's length. They've internalized other people's perception and treatment of them (in addition to their CANONICAL dysphoria), and want to spare Marina of being dragged down by association. Acht sees themselves as tainted almost.

But despite believing they're not worthy, they still want to be close to Marina. And that's why the idea of her finding somebody more suited for her (in their eyes) makes them upset. I dare say even a little jealous. Acht wants the best for Marina because they believe she deserves it, and they themself do not. But the selfish part of them still loves her I think.

It makes their awkwardness about Pearl and Marina's relationship much more complex. There's multiple times where Pearl is referred to as amazing or incredible by Marina, and even Acht themself.

I'm sure even after all this time, it stings, because Marina really did find someone as interesting as her. Someone she should be with. Someone who's amazing, and incredibly incredible. Someone Acht has never seen themself as.

A very important part to Acht's character, in my opinion, is their purposeful indifference. They try to be more stoic and hide how they feel. They wear shades because they don't like how their face looks "too cute". They act aloof and laid back, but really they're just awkward and shy.

I need whoever gave Acht dysphoria a kiss on the mouth. It's amazing enough to have a nonbinary character in this series, it's a whole different level to talk about these kind of personal issues that a multitude of real trans people experience daily.

Acht tries to be their idea of cool. And they really are cool! But I love that their confidence is paper thin. I love that they're committed to self expression through their clothes and their piercings and their music. I love that they struggle with self image nonetheless. etude has only cemented these traits we could've caught in side order itself.

All that being said, I've been seeing some Marina hate (mostly in jest), for leaving specifically Acht behind when she left the domes. I think this is wholly unfair vfnjdk we know exactly why Marina left, and that was also reiterated in etude. Octarian society is strict and harsh, and punishes those that stray outside of the mold, like Acht. Marina, though exceptional and diligent, understood that her elite standing could be ripped away swiftly if she too were deemed "a delinquent". This clearly put a lot of pressure on her, and pushed a wedge between her and her oldest friend.

Marina sacrificed a lot to be happy. And yes, her friendship with Acht was one of those things. But truthfully, it seemed apparent to me that no matter what, they were going to drift apart and eventually stop talking, despite how neither of them would've wanted it to be that way. At this point, Marina had no idea this was really going to be the last time she saw Acht (until side order, obs), but they both knew on some level that her reassignment to the Octavio unit would be the end of their time together, or at the very least, the beginning of the end.

I don't think Acht holds any resentment towards Marina at all. I think if Acht had been brave enough they would've left too, given the chance. I think they're just happy to be able to put the past behind them, and be close with Marina again, something that was unlikely to be if they had both stayed in the domes. I would, however, be interested to see if anything about it will be mentioned in future stories. I'd love to see Marina and Acht talk and interact more on their own. A detail I really loved in side order, is if you sit in the elevator before deciding a color chip sometimes, you can see them actually talking indistinctly in the background. They both even laugh now and then, it's incredibly sweet, they have so much to catch up on!

Sooooo yeah! That's some of my thoughts adjacent to #3 etude! Thank you for thinking of me, and being curious... hehe.... I'm sooooooooo so so so happy more people are seeing the potential in Acht and Marina's relationship, platonic and romantic!

MARINACHT #1!!!!!!!!!

[numberonetacostan]

Sorry I haven't really been around I am feeling horrible rn and need tacomic to cope.

Anyways

I think about tacomic shenanigans and something tells me mic is SO out of it when she's drunk, or at the very least drowsy. I know she came in one time and taco was there and girl was so happy she practically just covered taco's entire face with her lipstick just like that one cat meme, then she proceeds to pass out and taco is ready to follow suit but pickle is just shaking her like "TACO STAY WITH US TACO" and she doesn't by the end. I think it would be extra funnier if mic's lipstick is of those that aren't as easy to wipe off, so taco is out there dying as pickle tries his best (and fails) to fully clean off the lipstick. He is also trying his best to not laugh but the situation is so dumb he ends up laughing as taco covers her face in embarrassment.

Mic wakes up knife tells her what the fuck happened and she she is so embarrassed she apologies to taco like one million times or so. Since we established they sleep in the same bed before they start dating, even though it may save them both some awkward time because they are clingy as fuck they still sleep together but they are practically facing away from each other like a divorced couple. Except they aren't a divorce couple they're just dumb

Hi Kiara!!!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!!!!!! :] I'm sorry to hear you're not feeling well <3 so I've added a little doodle for you at the end!!!!

Out-of-it drunk Mic is so funny to me. She was yearning for Taco for quite some time, and now that she's been... emotionally compromised by alcohol she can't contain how happy she is seeing Taco every day trying to get better and getting closer to her. So many kisses every kiss for Taco!!!!! And Taco is so ready to follow suit in passing out. She just got so much love she's probably overheating!!!! I'm not sure if Pickle in particular would be the one trying to keep Taco awake, but I'm sure someone would be trying to keep her up!!! Soap, maybe? Mic's lipstick being hard to get off is so funny too, Taco is covered in it for days despite her, Mic, and even Soap's best efforts. Not even the best cleaning supplies can get it off.

Mic would be so embarrassed, especially if this was done in front of a bunch of people. Either way, everyone would find out since Taco is walking around with lipstick all over her. They sleep facing away from each other despite the fact that another bed is right there and Taco's nest is right there, but they still want that closeness despite their embarrassment!!!! <333

[ferdieinceladoncity]

going kind of insane over "to the last man" oh my actual goodness that was an incredible episode. Toshiko Sato you are my everything for ever and ever. Had to take a long wikipedia break when jack mentioned killing soldiers for cowardice because I was like "huh?" and yeah they really did that! Fell down a rabbit hole about the terrors of war and how awful the military was! Anyway yes, peak episode, tosh is by far my second most favourite torchwood member.

[dariusaurs]

i think dinostar is such an interesting ship right now even if i've kind of turned away from it after this season. the problem is that it's complicated, and fandoms historically don't like nuanced situations or takes. i don't think it's fair to say darius is putting brooklynn on a pedestal, since from his perspective, she hasn't done anything wrong, and kenji has been framed as this unfair partner to her. it does feel like his feelings are very immature and more of an infatuation right now ("if he loved you half as much.."/"unless?"), especially when you compare them to kenji's own feelings for brooklynn - his girlfriend who he's loved for 6 years - but that isn't a horrible thing, it's just different. i do completely understand if people dislike the ship right now, and even criticize darius' way of handling the accidental confession, but i just think people have been way too harsh on all three of them without being willing to see that all of their perspectives are different

[rouge-the-bat]

the way i see team urameshi after meeting shiori is like

[demynom]

Why does everyone to feel the need to prove Their Girl is the canon ship in ffvii. I think the narrative is a lot richer if you acknowledge cloud has deep feelings for both Aerith and Tifa, just like they have for him and each other.

[cottoncandysprite]

Y'all ever look back and realize your least fav character in your fav show was actually the one most painfully similar to who you were when you first watched it

[bumblingbabooshka]

happy birthday bea!! I hope you have a good birthday and a great Tuvsday which really should count a bonus birthday for u because of how dedicated of a Tuvok follower you are (<- /pos :) 🎉🎉

THAAAANKYOU AAAA....MY GOILS.....................!!!!!💖💖💖💖

♥Lanky Weirdo + two ini minis♥ 

[koskela-knights]

Man, I wish someone was able to interview Melanie and Peter for their contributions to Alan Wake 2. Behind The Voice said he sadly couldn't reach Melanie and idk if he ever tried to reach out to Peter.

They deserve to get more, detailed spotlights on them for their performances in this game.

[laugtherhyena]

3:23AM, time to post Hatamori fankid and retreat back into my hiding hole

[gigantomachylesbian]

Guys. I did not know before now that writing could be painfully millennial in a full prose book but the pho*nix ke*per has proven me wrong and I have to complain about it in the tags