#flicks boogers at you

[sluttysanemi]

hi guys here r some of my metalhead genya x reader ship name ideas

— rocket queen (based on the gnr song. a lot of metalhead genya is based on gnr.)

— sour apple (reader’s non canonical green colour pallet, genya’s sour personality. also works if u imagine reader w a red/yellow colour pallet.)

— amp ‘n aura (genya’s musical interest, reader’s kind aura.)

ok picks boogers thank u guys

[crimsonmonsoon]

My Qi Rong headcannon of the day (incorporating my design for him) is that like Hua Cheng, he can change his appearance so that even after he loses his mask in the second book/season, people can’t exactly say he looks like Xie Lian. My design for him really turns him into a goblin so if we pretend he looks like that then he’s intentionally becoming something as far from Xie Lian as he can, but his true form would be much more beautiful and their similarity much more prominent. But in canon he doesn’t actually have enough power to do that I don’t think? Hua Cheng is powerful enough to have multiple forms so maybe Qi Rong can get by with having only one.

And ignoring my design for him, I think this is also why he wears a mask. Pretty boy don’t like being reminded he’s related to Xie Lian.

I also have a headcannon that he was executed by decapitation with the royal xianle family so in the afterlife he has a huge scar around his neck. He’d get pissed off to find it mirrors Xie Lian’s cursed shackle.

In other words he’s trying to be something as far from Xie Lian as possible, even if he has to make himself as ugly as he can to do so.

He’s on my walls now…

[timidxtempted]

sometimes the pettiest, most hilariously vengeful thing you can do is be in a great mood despite the people working to put you in a bad one lol

[drblacula]

:3 < a lot of genshin / hsr characters would look nice with tanned / brown skin because sometimes pale skin against some color palettes don’t work .

but this is my opinion anyways scratches head .

[garyholt]

Jesus CHRIST

[dogwittaablog]

this mf looked like he ate crayons for fun as a kid.

Found this picture of little nolan in an article

[citrusitonit]

i think rook's a cool character but he would be my worst fear irl

[emmyrosee]

C-can we have baby megumi call reader mom for the first time 🥺👉👈

YOU TRYNA KILL ME 🥺

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The movie is just about over when you meet your gaze with toji, who’s half asleep on the couch next to you. He smiles exhaustedly before flicking his eyes down to megumi, who’s fast asleep in your lap. Bedtime was hours ago, but ever the stubborn one, Megumi insisted on watching the movie with you both, changing the subject from horror to family friendly.

He was sound asleep not fifteen minutes in. Your thighs are tingling with numbness, but you would never dare waking the small boy.

“I’ll clean up toys, you wanna do bedtime?” He asks. You hum happily and scoop the small boy in your arms, smiling as he stretches before nuzzling closer. “Kid’s getting big.”

“Never too big to be tucked in,” you mewl, shifting Megumi slightly. He smacks his tiny lips together.

“Maybe he’s too big for ya-“

“No, he’s not, he’s perfect, back off,” you hiss quickly, making Toji snicker and shake his head. You carry him down the hall to his bedroom, plopping down on the small bed and cradling him close. His cheek is warm against your hand, and you press a tiny kiss to his forehead adoringly.

“Your dad’s crazy,” you whisper to the small boy, brushing his hair out of his face. “But I guess we’ll keep him, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” megumi huffs, knuckling his eye. You smile roll your thumb over the swell of his cheeks.

“Go back to sleep, ‘gumi,” you coo, shifting the blanket to slot him under. He quickly burrows under the warmth, nuzzling into his pillow. His cheeks are reddening with sleep, and just as you make a move to leave, he paws for your hand.

“Mumma…”

The room is still, save for Megumi’s rhythmic breathing. His tiny fingers grip onto your ring finger, holding tightly. His little lips are smooshed against the pillow as he sleeps, but you however, couldn’t breathe, too overcome with emotions over just what megumi said.

Mumma. He called you his mumma, he trusted you enough, loves you enough to give you that title, and your bottom lip wobbles as your thumb strokes over his tiny fingers. Tears roll down your cheeks and splatter onto the sheets below you, darkening the fabric underneath. Your free hand comes up to cover your mouth, worrying about waking him with your sobs.

Your body trembles with emotion, exhilaration and excitement coursing through you, and you try your best to keep it all composed.

“M-Mumma’s he-re, baby,” you choke, squeezing his hand gently.

You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there, watching him sleep, but it’s long enough where toji comes to seek you out.

“Jeez,” he grumbles, voice low to keep his son from waking up. “How long does it take-“ he softens at the sight of your tears. “The hell happened?”

“He called me mumma,” you explain, sniffling and shaking your head. “He’s just… never done that.” At your explanation, toji chuckles and stalks into the bedroom, big hand resting on your back and rubbing soothing circles to ground you.

He hums, “what can I say? The booger likes you.”You look up at him with a smile, and he uses his free hand to wipe a tear from your eye. “And I got no complaints about your company either.”

You gently ease your hand out of Megumi’s grip, moving his stuffed dog from one side of his bed and into his arms, which he subconsciously grabs and nuzzles into.

“I like him, too,” you whisper. You look back up at toji, and immediately, raise your arms. “And I’ll like you too if you carry me to bed.”

He groans softly, “the kid is right here-“

“If you really love me you’ll do it,” you tease. Toji rolls his eyes and hunches over to get you onto his back, shushing you as you giggle and climb on.

“You tryna wake the brat up?” He grunts, carrying you out and closing the door behind him.

“He’s not a brat.”

“You’re a brat.”

You kiss his temple wetly, “so what?”

“I’ll give you so what,” he grumbles, stalking through the halls.

[yumeka-sxf]

The school vacation is over and the new term at Eden is starting...of course, Anya is less than pleased with this development 😅

Seriously, her groaning reminds me of my "anti-school" phase I had when I was around her age, lol.

This chapter was mainly focused on introducing Anya's new classmates. I'll admit that I feel SxF has enough side characters already for the type of series it is, but maybe they'll only be relevant for one story/arc (like Daybreak and Wheeler). Though having another female friend in Connie might be nice. She seems weird enough for Anya to have fun reading her mind 😂

Since recent chapters have dropped hints about Anya's past and the emphasis on mind-reading abilities/the occult via Melinda, plus we have the lingering mystery of Anya's affinity for classical languages, I feel like this new set up at Eden is going to play into that. Not only has Arnold returned, but we now have a supposed prince in the mix. It's been theorized that Anya's classical language skills are somehow tied to royalty in a foreign land...so maybe Tertius is connected to that somehow. I mean, you must be royally royal to have hair shaped like a crown 🤣

Then we have the as-of-yet unnamed kid who flicked a booger on Tertius. Curious what role he'll play if all this is indeed leading up to more Anya backstory reveal.

I should clear up some weird translation in the English version. In the below panel, it seems like Tertius is mentioning Jeeves, but the term he's using is 爺や ("jiiya") which I believe is an old term used to refer to an elderly male servant.

Now the word "jeeves" in English is a generic term used to refer to a butler or valet. If you've watched enough movies and/or TV series, you may have heard someone refer to their butler as "jeeves." So technically it's not an incorrect translation, but it's incredibly confusing because we already have an established character named Jeeves, who is Damian's butler. So this could make people think that Tertius knows Jeeves, which is likely not the case. They really should have come up with a different word to use, something like "pop" or "gramps."

Besides the new characters, we now have more potential for Anya and Damian to be alone, without influence from Emile, Ewen, and Becky. Hopefully it will lead to more talk about Anya's mind-reading and Desmond lore.

Guess that's all I have to say about this chapter as it mostly seems like setup for what's to come. I've probably mentioned before that the Eden-focused stories aren't exactly my favorites, especially when Anya isn't a key player. But hopefully whatever's going on with Tertius and the booger kid will be leading up to something significant in the end.

Interestingly, this is the first chapter since Loid's backstory that's being split into parts, as this chapter is called 112.1 (112 part 1 in the Japanese version). Similar to what he did for Loid's backstory chapters, Endo tweeted about this for chapter 112. Guess it's just gonna be two parts?

Also, on an unrelated note, we also got the cover reveal for volume 15 today! Features Martha, not surprised since it will include chapters from the Henry/Martha backstory arc.

[nastyaromatherapy]

"Fuck Maddy" (18+)

Nate fucks you at a party in a way to get back/over his ex.

to the anon who sent me an Ethan request, i see u 🫡

pairing - nate jacobs x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.3k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, swallowing spitting, delusional ass reader, teensy bit of drinking

You had a crush on Nate Jacobs since eighth grade. But it was nothing special. Who didn't? He was cute, played football, and came from a respectful family. What was there not to love?

You've had your eye on him since you were 13, and you were now a senior. Still no luck with him. Your friends would always tell you to give up, especially after he started dating Maddy Perez. She was the hottest most confident cheerleader in school. But there was a party coming up and you knew they were fighting. You knew it was your time to shine.

You didn't tell your friends because you knew they would obviously not approve. "Y/n, what the fuck were you thinking?" You could just imagine their scolding.

So, you got one of your guy friends to drop you off, one that was semi close to Nate. They played football together. You never considered him because he was sweet, kind, medium ugly, not the best at football just not your type.

The two of you enter the party and quickly go your separate ways. You wore a skimpy dress which kept hiking up whenever you took a step. You took a scope of the cars and didn't recognize any of them except for Nate's silver truck. You rushed inside to search for your parasocial boyfriend. And then there he was in the kitchen, downing shots like a champ.

You rubbed at your waterline just in case, trying to erase as much flaking mascara and eye boogers as possible. You approached the island with a smirk you've practiced for awhile. "Can I take shots with you?" You ask him confidently. "No," he gawked, making a face. You kept your face straight, you've been teaching yourself things about Nate. One thing was to not take the stuff he said to heart. He chuckled when he noticed your never changing expression. "Okay yeah, sure."

He knocked the stuff off of the island, making people gasp and groan at his arrogance. Typical. He laid you on the cold surface, lifting up your dress. "Body shots," he said with a smirk. Everyone cheered his name as he poured the bottle of liquor down a line on your body, from your chest to your naval. He's quick to lick it up and he stares at you coldly as he does so. God was he hot, you felt heat build up in your core. Your cheeks flushed, and you sat up on your elbows after he finished slurping the drink and everyone stopped their cheers.

He smirked and walked off through the crowd, probably going to talk to McKay or something.

Nate's friends started to egg him on. "Yo, that girl was fine as hell hit that before I do, shi," and "I heard your girl Mads was getting around, fucking some bitch in the pool," "Shit that's my mom's pool!" It all started to get to Nate's head. You were hot, sure, but you weren't Maddy. But if Maddy got to fuck a bitch, why couldn't he?

He found you dancing on the dancefloor with some of your guy friends and approached you. "Y/n, right?" He asks with a smirk. "Yeah," you giggled out, a little tipsy. "Care to dance?"

You agreed and started to dance as he joined in. The two of you inched closer to each other, and soon the dancing became grinding. You could hear his groans, even over the loud music. His eyes flicked to out the window where he saw Maddy all over some random guy. "Come on," he said, dragging you by your wrist. You stumbled behind him and he led you to a bathroom.

He threw his lips onto yours, groaning into your mouth. He knew you were just a random girl, but he imagined you as Maddy. His girl, not a random one. You knew that, but you didn't care, this was your chance with fucking Nate Jacobs.

He reached his hand up your skirt, finger pads coming in contact with your damp panties, making your breath hitch. He smirked against your lips.

He slipped his tee off, exposing his fit torso. He's quick to take off your dress as well, leaving you in your matching set. He reaches down to grab your ass, and sits you onto the countertop. He reconnects his lips with yours hungrily, tilting your head up by the back of your neck.

He pulled away and grabbed your tender thighs, spreading them open. He slipped your panties off and crouched down to be eye level with your pussy. He licked a stripe up it, not breaking eye contact, before plunging in two fingers then standing back fully up.

Your eyebrows curled upwards as you looked in his eyes. He bit his lip, focusing on his movements, fingers curling inside your wet cunt. Your dreams were becoming a reality. He slowly left his mouth agape and continued to finger you, your legs inching wider and wider.

You felt that knot build up in your stomach, moans starting to escape from your lips. You didn't care how loud you were, no one would hear you or care. Your sounds just made him hungrier and he thrusted faster. Wet squishy sounds filling the room. With a final moan coming from you, you cum around his fingers, thighs clenching.

"Fuck," he mutters to himself, pulling his fingers out of your cunt and sticking them into yet another wet and warm hole: your mouth. You took his fingers and gagged on them as he chuckled to himself. His fingers were salty, and it could've been because of your unconditional attraction, but you found it intoxicating. He pulled them out of your mouth, a string of spit following after it, making you pant slowly.

He looked down at you while biting his lip as he started to unbuckle his jeans. His pants dropped to his knees, followed by his boxers, leaving his cock free. You just so badly wanted to suck him off, practically salivating. But he had other plans. He spread open your aching thighs once more, lining himself up to your gaping opening. He leans in to the crook of your neck, teeth grazing on your shoulder as he slid in, your pussy swallowing his length whole.

You whined when he entered you, gripping on the faucet and the edge of the counter. He started moving in and out, slow but deep. He breathes loudly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your hairs stick up erect. Your moans in his ear make him greedier, speeding up, hitting that same spot inside of you repeatedly. The two of you stayed silent for most of the time, letting out grunts, groans and moans but no words. Just focused on the pleasure of the moment.

The mirror behind you started to cloud as he started to get close. You could feel him twitch inside of you and him getting louder. You clenched tighter around him, wanting to feel that sweet cum inside you, but again that's not what he had in mind.

He picked you up off of the counter, still inside of you, before finally pulling out and putting you down on the ground in front of him. Your mouth watered being eye to eye with his throbbing cock, covered in your wetness before taking it into your mouth, sucking him sweetly. He groans as you work your tongue around his shaft as your throat takes his tip, gagging when it hits your esophagus. He throws his head back and starts to buck his hips in and out of your mouth before cummings down your throat. You pull off of him and regurgitate the semen, letting it drip down his cock and your chin to the floor.

He pants, wiping sweat off his forehead before removing yourself with your heavenly mouth.

He pulls his pants and boxers back up and grab his shirt from the floor. "Yeah, fuck Maddy," he says before leaving the room.

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 112 (Part 1)... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

THIS CHAPTER WAS BOTH FUN & FUNNY!!! 😆 Plus, IT'S ANOTHER MUTI-PARTER!?!? 😵 (We haven't had a chapter split into multiple parts since Mission 67, back in 2022!! 😌)

That's right folks, we got ourselves another chapter split into parts, and it's a fun one so far!! 😄 Endo has done this three times before this chapter with Missions 58 (2 parts), 62 (3 parts), and 67 (2 parts); so now I wonder how many parts will this chapter have (my guess is that it's gonna be a two parter...! 👌😌) But enough of all that mumbo jumbo that probably only I care about, let's finally talk about the chapter in question, shall we...? 😉

So this chapter begins with Twilight trying to wake up Anya because it's time for her to return to Eden...!! 😲

But... Since Anya is freaking relatable AS HELL, she doesn't want to go and tries to come up with anything to get out of going back to school, even claiming to be sick...!! 👌😌 Loid, of course, doesn't believe her, but since Yor is the best mom ever, she wants to make absolutely sure that Anya isn't actually sick, which leads to this:

This family, I swear... 😌

At school, Anya (who actually thought about this before Twilight woke her up) tries to find out from Damian if his dad can truly read minds by asking "What's your dad like? Is he super scary?", but...:

...It didn't really work, so Anya gave up immediately... 😅 This girl, I swear...!! 😌

Then, two of Anya's classmates come to greet her and Becky, AND NOW THEY FINALLY HAVE NAMES!! 😆

We've seen Connie and Meg pop up in several other chapters before this one, but now they are officially out of the "Characters Who Have Shown Up Multiple Times, But Don't Have A Name" Club...!! 🎊 And I'm especially excited that Connie has a name now because she was featured in one of the early Omakes and even Franky commented on her (as seen in the image below):

Which in turn had made me wonder if Anya and her would eventually become friends at some point...!! 😄 Well, that time might be now because Anya was just reminded that she and everyone else will all be in different classes now (though, Becky specifies that they'll only be in different classes for the subjects that were on the test, so at least they'll still have some classes together...!)

Speaking of which, we see that Anya and Damian have at least have Language Studies together, so that's good...!! 😁 Then, Anya heads to her next class with a bunch of new faces and some that we recognize, including Arnold Crowley and Connie, who got pushed by someone, then Anya read her mind and well...:

...She's actually kinda scary...! 😰

So um, yeah... I'm not 100% sure if her and Anya will be friends quite yet...! 😅 Then, we get introduced to two other kids; some prince from the north named Tertius...:

...And this kid...:

...Who might've just become a favorite of mine...!! 😆 (I think that he's pretty dang funny so far...!! 😂)

Closed Eyes Kid apparently flicked a booger onto that Tertius kid and now he's got to GET RID OF THE EVIDENCE before anyone notices...!! 😎:

So when Closed Eyes Kid tried to get rid of the booger on Tertius' face, Tertius just kept dodging him, and now it seems that these two are gonna fight each other...!! 😵

And that's the end of the chapter!! Anya is sure having an eventful day on first day back at Eden...!! 😌

This chapter was really fun, I loved it!! 😄 I honestly hope that Anya makes some new friends, especially with Closed Eyes Kid (he's my favorite so far 😁), Connie (maybe? 🤷) and possibly Arnold Crowley (he actually seems like a pretty nice kid so far...! 👌😌)

So yeah, I'm excited for the next half of this chapter and pretty sure that it's just gonna be a two parter (though, who knows at this point because I never know what Endo is gonna do...!! 😌) Anyway, until the next Mission; take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER ALLIGATORS!! 👋😁

[adlerfox]

Van Der Linde gang headcanons:

not proof read

•John eats his boogers or flicks and wipes them on people

•Micah stinks so bad you can smell him from a distance

•Sadie is like intolerable to get drunk, no matter how much she drinks she never comes off drunk

•When John and Arthur were kids, Hosea would force dutch to dress up as santa to try entertain them but ended up forever traumatising John bc he was so scared

•Charles will offer to braid all the girls’ hair when he saw them struggling, even one time arthur’s hair grew long and Charles would always ask if he could braid it

•Mary-beth would sit down with abigail often and try to teach her to read, Abigail would struggle a lot but Mary-beth always stayed patient and encouraged her

•Although Mrs Grimshaw was incredibly rude at times and could be harsh, deep down she loved the gang, she’d have moments of truly being the mothering figure to the girls when they were down

•There’s a running joke within the OG’s of the gang that Hosea and Dutch are called “mom and dad” (Hosea being mom ofc)

•Karen would always know how to make Jack laugh, she’d often offer to take him off Abigail’s hands and look after him for an hour or two, she loved spending time with him (she’d be a great mother)

•Javier can be a gentleman, offering one of his blankets or jackets to the girls whenever they got cold or teaching Jack how to strum basic chords on his guitar but he would have moments of being cold too

•Abigail is one of the most kindest girls at camp. Always checking up on everyone even when things are going smoothly

•Kieran is so scared of Sadie. one time he was sat on the logs overlooking the lake and she simply walked past behind him and he screamed at the top of his lungs and ran away

•Once Sadie knew Kieran was scared of her, she used this to her advantage and would taunt him while he slept , whispering stuff close to him which startled him awake, making him struggle to sleep at night

•Molly would often find some of the gang asleep during the day against a rock or tree (specifically Arthur) she would drop what she was doing and would find a blanket to gently place over them

(i think a few of the members would do this but i can see molly doing it too i love her)

•Sean and Lenny cause havoc together, leave them both alone in camp and you will come back to half your stuff missing and having to chase them around for your stuff back

•Bill is a compulsive liar

[just-some-dumb-thoughts]

Was talking about Melone with my roommate the other day simply because I'm just fascinated by him, we know absolutely nothing about him as a character. And it got me thinking.

When doing Polpo's test and getting a face full of arrow, you do your thing of having your stand fever and then developing your stand. You don't know what's going to develop.

Anyways. The man of the hour.

He'd get that lighter and decide he didn't have time for that shit and would just put it out himself, go about his day. He's got things to do. then flick it back on before going back to Polpo the following day because he's clever and thinks the test is idiotic, only to get a literally mouthful of arrow..

So the stand develops. Oh boy, a computer!! Statistics!! His favorite!! Look at all the data this bad boy can fit in it *slaps Babyface like it's a car* absolutely cheesing at the potential analytics at his fingertips. All the facets of the human existence , DNA, star signs, medical data, everything. I gotta believe he's an analyst at heart. Numbers and equations and data, that shit rocks his world for sure. He's putting all sorts of things into Babyface. A hair. A booger. Blood. Seeing what all Babyface can analyze from it. Dude is staying up till 4am just exploring his stand and all the weird stuff it can figure out about people.

Then a fucking infant starts crawling around out of nowhere GooGoo and GaGa-ing.

The stunned silence, confusion, even the clicking of babyface's keyboard stops. There's a tiny THING on the ground. What is that. Whose is that. Why is it sending messages via Babyface AOL instant messenger.

I just think Babyface is such an INSANELY strange stand. Because the stand isnt the baby. It's the computer. The babies are just a product of the computer and the statistics going into it. It's just so different than any other stands, it creates self aware stands with autonomy and a will of their own which Melone has to be actively involved in the entire time the baby is alive to guide it in the direction it needs to go (killing). Like he can't just pop out a baby and let it run around, it's not like the other remote stands that can be left to their own devices. Idk. I just think it's such a weird stand overall, for such a weird dude, that we get zero information on, there's so much that can be going on. I'm just fascinated.

I also headcanon his sense of humor is that of Anthony Jeselnik. I just get those vibes from him. He's an acquired taste, not the best for social scenes unless everyone gets really cool about a lot of stuff, tends to just be a loner, on his computer, entertaining himself, because it's hard to be super accepted in social circles when you're saying jokes about abortions and dropping off babies at the fire station so they can run it over for you.

[harrystylesfan2686]

Would you rather...?

Pairing: Cassian x Reader.

Summary: Trying a new game at game night raises some questions about feelings between friends.

A/N: hehe. First time writing for Cass. Sorry in advance for the mistakes this one's not edited. Here's the part 2.

Masterlist

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Game nights with inner circle are always fun. We've had this tradition of holding a game night every month and everyone had to attent it. No excuses.

After the war, it had taken time for everyone to loosen up, given the stress of the aftermath of war and of a certain archeron sister thats causing too much of a troube. We push aside all of it for just one night and just have the fun and refreshment we most definitely deserve.

But after a while the games get boring...

"I am not playing charades," Feyre begins and turns to Cassian. "or cards," She looks at Mor. "And definitely not Truth and Drink, again."

"Yes, please. It's boring now." Rhys adds.

Cassian eyes flickering between all of us and looks actually offened when he sees we all agree. "Oh come on, we play them every time!"

"Exactly." Amren rolls her eyes. Azriel silently nodding.

"But- it's a tradition. We always play cards at least once." He looks at Mor, his eyes silently begging her for help. But when she too shrugs, his jaw drops and he looks truly hurt. He pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest, huffing like a child who just got his toy taken by his parents. My lips tug up at his adorable face.

Deciding to interfere, I sit up and say,"How bout we play a new game?". This gets me everyone's attention.

"What kind of game?" Rhys speaks everyone's questions.

"I don't know, um...," I search for a different kind of game. My eyes snapped to Feyre,"Do you remember that time we talked about your human life and you said there was a game that you and your sister's would play when you were little?" Her brows twist in confusion. "Mor was there too. Remember something like 'this or that' I think."

"Oh I remember! 'Would you rather?'" Mor exclaims. Feyre nods in understanding.

"Let's play that." I smile to everyone.

"How?"

"It's really easy. All you have to do is place two situations in front of somebody. Any two situations and the person has to choose one from those." Mor answers Rhys.

"What if the person doesn't choose from the choices given?" Cassians eyes show interest.

"Not allowed. They have to. It's a mandatory rule of the game." Feyre replies.

"Alright but what kind of situations are we talking about?" Cassian raises an eyebrow and everyone's suspicion grows at Mor's smirk.

And there begin, probably the most disgusting and interesting game they're played yet.

"Would you rather always have bad gas or always have really dry mouth?"

"Dry month." Feryre winces at the thought of having to former.

"Would you rather wear a constantly changing outfit or a constantly changing hairstyle?"

"Clothes. My hair are too good to be changed." Rhys smirks.

"Would you rather be reincarnated as a sea Animal or a land Animal?"

"Sea. At least there'll be quietness there." Azriel glances at Cassian to which cass tries to flick his head, fails and earns a flick to his head instead, earning laughs from everyone.

"Would you rather date your best friend or someone you don't know?"

Cassians question comes out of nowhere and I have to think about it a bit. Ignoring everyone's stare, I look into cassian's eyes and answer,"best friend." A moment passes and no one speaks. Something flashes in his eyes but is gone before I could register what is was and he averts his eyes.

"Would you rather be smacked in the face with a fish or farted on?"

"Smaked by a fish." Mor gags at the latter choice.

"Would you rather wear illyrian leathers for the rest of your life or wear a pink frock for the rest of your life?"

"The pink frock! Are you kidding me? The leathers get too hot." Everyone laughs at the image of cassian in a pink cute dress, they imagine.

"Would you rather have a huge booger hanging out of your nose for the rest of your life or a pimple on your forehead for the rest of your life?"

"Oh gods. A pimple. Definitely." Feyre throws her head back, laughing at her mates answer.

"Would you rather have you tounge pierced or tattooed?"

"Why should any of those things be on tounge?" Azriel winces but decides peirceing doesnt sound as bad as a tattoo on a tounge.

"Would you rather be born without knees or without elbows?"

"Oh elbows. Because how else will I be able to walk over my enemies ashes?" Mor gives a smug expression.

"Cassian," Mor has that evil glint in her eyes, she has when she's about to do something devilish. "Would you rather kiss Y/N or Nesta?" She smirks.

"Oh I am not answering that." Cassian scoffs. "Nono, nono. You have to, remember, it's mandatory. Right feyre?" Mor's smile widens when Feyre nods.

Everything silences. I expect everyone to get awkward but am shocked to see how they all look at cass, awaiting his answer.

I meet his eyes, scared and a little excited. I swallow when he clears his throat, obviously trying to enlonger his time.

"Oh would you look at that. Its been so long since we've been playing." He suddenly stands up. "I'm soooo tired." He fake yawns. "Well I'm gonna go to sleep. Got early morning training tomorrow." He starts towards the door as Mor yells out,"What no! You haven't answered yet!" But her words mean nothing as he is already out the door before anyone stops him.

After a moment of silence from his sudden disappearance everyone starts agreeing to the fact that it is quite late. I have to admit, we have been playing this all night. I didn't realise where time went.

Although I am a bit sad about not getting the answer to the last question, I don't let it show on my face as I wish everyone Goodnight and go to my own room. Laying on my bed I think that cassian will definitely choose Nesta if given the chance.

But maybe, just maybe, there is a chance that he chooses me given how he was looking at me earlier.

I guess we'll never know.

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[ohagiwrites]

✦*͙*∗⁎.ʚWhere or Whenɞ.⁎∗**͙✦

“Some things that happened for the first time

Seem to be happening again

And so it seems that we've met before

And laughed before and loved before

But who knows where or when”

~ “Where or When” by Laufey

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As their mom’s bike comes to a stop, Wren wiggles in their seat behind her, fighting with the buckles.

“Momma. Momma, get me out,” they say, yanking on the buckles hard.

Maja sighs and leans the bike against the short brick wall lining the park, leaning forward to unbuckle her child. “You know, if you’d learn to ride a bike yourself, you wouldn’t need to be strapped in like this,” she points out, lifting Wren out of their seat and setting them on the ground.

Wren is practically vibrating with excitement, not listening to a word their mother says.

“Momma’s not wrong kiddo. It wouldn’t hurt to learn,” their dad cuts in before chuckling. “Go on, get out of here. Just stay where we can see you.”

Before Pietro even finishes speaking, Wren is giggling excitedly and making a run for it. Maja snatches them up by the arm and holds them in place. “Not so fast. You remember the rules?”

Wren groans. “Yessssuh.”

Maja looks at Wren expectantly.

“No hitting, no biting, no being rude, no running around babies, no flicking my boogers at people,” Wren grumbles.

Maja smiles and kisses Wren’s head. “Good. Now go have fun sweetie.” Wren grins and takes off, sprinting down the hill.

Being the first weekend of spring break, the playground is bustling with energetic children and their nannies lined up along the benches, staring down at their phones.

Wren suddenly feels hesitant, eyeing the packed sandbox and the swarms of children waiting around the slide.

They opt for the relatively empty monkey bars, trying and failing to make it across repeatedly. Eventually, a flock of little girls take over, bragging about who can stay upside down the longest and who can make it the furthest across. Wren deserts the monkey bars and looks around again with a frown.

In a far corner of the little playground, Wren sees a swingset. There’s two baby swings but only one big kid swing and it’s occupied by a boy with shaggy hair. A few kids linger around the swings as if waiting for the kid to be done with his turn but he doesn’t appear to be leaving anytime soon.

Wren marches over with a hum. They stop right beside him, eyeing the space between them warily, making sure to leave enough so as to not get taken out by the boy’s swinging legs. “Hey.” They place their hands on their hips. “I want a turn.”

The boy doesn’t react, swinging higher if anything. He doesn’t so much as bat an eye at little Wren.

Wren huffs and crosses their arms. “Hey, did you hear me? I said I wanted a turn. Get off.”

The boy plants his feet on the ground, abruptly stopping his swinging. He squints at Wren. “I’m not done yet. Go do something else.”

“That’s not fair. You’re supposed to take turns. Don’t you know the rules? You’re supposed to know the rules.”

The boy stares and then hops off with a glare. “Fine. Your turn.”

Wren smiles immediately and slips closer, pulling themself onto the swing with a bit of trouble. They begin to swing but with their toes just barely able to touch the ground, it’s hard to gain momentum. They lamely rock back and forth for a few moments before the boy speaks again.

“Okay. Your turn is over. My turn.”

Wren gasps. “What? That’s not fair. I didn’t get to go all the way.”

The boy mirrors their previous pose, crossing his arms and huffing. “Well the rules are you have to take turns.”

Wren glares. “That’s not fair! You’re cheating.”

The boy doesn’t answer, just making a “hmph” sound and eyeing wren.

“Fine,” Wren exhales, slumping. “But can you push me just a little bit first so I can swing all the way?” they ask, looking over at the boy with a frown.

The boy looks unconvinced.

“It’s the rules. You have to push the kids that can’t do it themselves.”

Wren smiles victoriously when the boy huffs and moves to stand behind them.

He pushes them for a couple of minutes and they enthusiastically swing their legs back and forth, letting out shrill giggles of delight.

The swinging slows to a stop and the boy keeps a grip on the swing chains. “Okay, my turn now.”

Wren pouts. “Nuh uh, we should go do something else that we can both do at the same time.”

The boy slowly tries to nudge Wren out of their seat as they speak. “Why?”

“Uh. Because we’re friends now. You have to be my friend. Kids who are at the park with no friends have to be friends with each other.”

The boy eyes Wren.

“It’s the rules,” Wren adds quickly.

“Hm. Fine, okay. We can be friends.”

Wren perks up and giggles. “Okay, good.” They hop from the swing and grab the boy’s hand. “Let’s go do something else!”

The boy nods and marches alongside Wren, eyeing their joined hands. He glances around and then points to a tall, red rope structure. “The spiderweb is empty. We’re going to do that.” He doesn’t wait for a response, picking up his pace and pulling Wren with him.

Wren has no argument, excitedly looking up at the tall tower of red ropes connecting in a wild, web-like pattern. “Whoever gets to the top first wins.”

Wren takes off without warning, limbs grasping clumsily as they try to scale the wobbly red ropes. What feels like minutes later, Wren reaches the top, a small, flat platform, and climbs onto it, panting and huffing. They look up, finding the boy already standing up on the platform, staring down at them.

“What! You’re so fast,” they say, huffing.

The boy shrugs and sits down beside Wren, letting his legs dangle off the side of the platform. “You’re just slow.”

Wren rolls their eyes and slumps back, swinging their legs back and forth. They look him up and down for the first time, wrinkling their nose. His clothes are baggy and dirty, fraying at the seams, his hair is all knotted, not to mention he smells.

“You’re really stinky. Do you not take baths?” they ask.

The boy crosses his arms and looks away, cheeks flushing as he glares. “I take lots of baths,” he grumbles.

“Hm. Maybe you don’t have good body wash. My mom buys me Pokémon body wash and hair stuff. It smells like fruit.” They lean forward and shove their head into his face. “See? Smell it.”

The boy sniffs. “Oh it does smell like fruit. I don’t have any Pokémon soap.”

Wren shrugs. “Well that’s okay, it doesn’t have to be Pokémon.”

The boy only hums, looking out over the playground again.

“My name is Wren Chua. My momma and daddy are over there in the grass.” They twist a little to point over at the open field beside the playground. Their parents are lounging in a large picnic blanket, an unopened basket beside them, Pietro reading as Maja combs through his hair. “See them?”

Wren stands and waves. “Momma! Daddy! Hi!”

The two glance around briefly before spotting Wren and waving back with a smile. “Hi sweetie!” Pietro calls out.

Wren sits back down and hums. “So what’s your name?”

“I’m Atlas,” the boy mumbles.

Wren frowns. “That’s a weird name. It’s kind of cool. Like a superhero. I like a lot of superheroes but I think my favorite is probably The Flash.”

Atlas hums. “He’s the guy that goes really fast, right? With the lightning.”

Wren nods enthusiastically. “Yep! My daddy took me to watch the movie. It’s like the best one ever.” Wren stands up, and looks around, spotting a kid crouched over under a tree in the field, on the opposite side as their parents. “What’s he doing?”

The boy beside them stands and shrugs. “He looks like he’s peeing.”

Wren gasps and sticks their tongue out. “Blegh, ew! He’s definitely not peeing. That’s against the rules. Let’s go see.”

Atlas once again beats Wren to the bottom of the spiderweb and then the two are running across the field.

They reach the boy and Wren peers over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” they practically shout in his ear.

The boy gasps and scoots away, covering whatever occupied his attention with his hands. “Nothing,” he says quietly, remaining turned away from the two. He’s dressed nicer than the other two, clean tan shorts and a little shirt with a collar and a little red sweater vest pulled over it. Wren thinks he’s probably rich.

Atlas points at the boy. “Show us right now,” he demands and Wren puffs up beside him. “Yeah, show us!”

The boy pushes his glasses up and frowns. “You’ll squish them,” he mumbles.

“What?” Wren furrows their brows and pulls at the boy’s hands. “Show us! Uncover it,” they grunt, pulling at his arms.

“No! Stop that, you’ll hurt them!” the boy protests.

“If you show us, we promise not to do anything bad,” Atlas says, crossing his arms. “Now show us.”

The boy shrugs Wren off of him and hesitantly moves his hands to reveal a little cluster of black insects, rolled up into balls.

“Ew! Rolls pollies,” Wren steps away, shaking their head.

“They aren’t bad,” the boy huffs under his breath. “My brother says they’re called pillbugs.”

Wren shrugs. “Well I think they’re yucky.”

Atlas crouches down beside the boy and studies the insects as they uncurl and begin to crawl around again. “You made a town for them,” he states, noting the little houses made of bark and leaves and acorn caps. There’s also a neat little border around the town made of small pebbles.

The boy flushes and wipes his glasses with his sleeve. “Um. Yes. So they have somewhere to live.”

Atlas looks at the boy, confused. “They live in the grass.”

“Yes but, um, proper homes. Like people houses.”

Wren crouches down a bit further away from the insects than the two boys. “Well are you done building the town? You should play with us instead.”

The boy blinks. “Oh. I’m not sure,” he says, rubbing the ends of his sleeves together.

“The town is finished so you can just leave them alone,” Wren says, standing up. “Come on, don’t be boring.”

“They’ll be okay now. They have a place to live,” Atlas says.

“Mm,” the boy looks between the two children and his pillbug village before nodding. “All right.”

He stands and Wren claps. “What’s your name? I’m Wren. His name is Atlas. He’s really fast.”

“I’m Alastair.”

“You talk funny. Like my Papa,” Wren points out, tugging on Alastair’s arm.

“I don’t think I do,” Alastair huffs. “My parents sound the same way.”

Atlas sticks his chin up. “That’s called an accent. My teacher has one.”

“Who’s your teacher? Do we go to the same school? I go to the one with the bear on the front,” they say.

“That’s the mascot. A bear. I go to the same school.”

Wren gasps. “What? But I don’t see you? What grade are you in? You’re not in Mrs Langley’s class.”

“I’m in first grade.”

“Woah! So you’re an older kid. I’ll be in first grade next year? What about you Alastair?”

Alastair sinks in on himself sheepishly. “I don’t go to school. I have a teacher at my house.”

Wren’s eyes are wide. “Woah! That’s so fancy.”

Alastair flushes.

“Let’s play a new game,” Atlas says. “I’m making the rules.” He looks around and hums. “Okay. We have to walk all the way across the field. But we can only step in the shadows of the trees and the clouds. If you step on the light spots, you catch on fire.”

“What?” Alastair squeaks, face pale.

“Not really. It’s only a game,” Atlas reassures.

Alastair relaxes as Wren claps. “Yes! Okay! It’ll be an adventure. We have to get to the base. That’s my parents’ blanket.

The game begins and the three jump from shadow to shadow. Atlas is ahead of all of them. He jumps further and runs faster than both Wren and Alastair.

“Come on, Alastair!” Wren shouts from where they’re standing in the shade of a tree.

Alastair is panting and scrambling across the grass as the shadow under him moves quickly, the cloud granting him shade being swept by the wind.

“Jump!” Atlas shouts.

Alastair jumps and falls just short of Wren’s shade.

“Oh no! The light! It’s on me!”

Wren shrieks. “He’s on fire!” They reach out and grab onto him, grunting and struggling to pull the lanky boy into the shade.

“We have to get him to the blanket so he can heal before he dies!” Atlas calls out across the gap between them.

Wren drags Alastair across the shade with quite a bit of help from Alastair who’s supposed to be playing injured but very obviously crawling with Wren’s guidance.

Soon the two reach Atlas and he joins in, helping pull the boy all the way to the blanket where they flop him onto the grass.

“Doctor Daddy! This boy is on fire. You have to help him!”

Pietro blinks down at the boy who’s now laying sprawled out in the ground, his tongue poking out of his mouth, eyes closed. Pietro then looks up to his child and the filthy, concerningly thin boy standing beside them.

“Ah, I see. Well, worry not, dear children. I have just the thing.” Pietro opens the picnic basket beside him and pulls out a small carton with green and red on it. “Have him drink this medicine and he’ll be good as new.”

Atlas stares. “That’s apple juice.”

Wren takes the carton and shakes their head. “Pretend it’s medicine, okay.”

Atlas nods and takes the carton from Wren, poking the straw into the box and pushing it to Alastair’s face. “Drink this medicine, soldier.”

Alastair opens his eyes and furrows his brows. “But that’s apple juice,” he whispers to Wren and Atlas politely.

“Just pretend,” Atlas whispers back.

Alastair nods and sips the apple juice before sitting upright. “Oh I feel all better now.”

Wren shrieks and claps. “Yay! He’s all healed! Thank you, Doctor Daddy,” Wren says and Atlas nods along with him. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Alastair sits criss-cross and holds the juice box. “Excuse me,” he says softly. “Can I finish this?”

Pietro chuckles. “Yes of course. Anything for a patient. Go right ahead.”

Maja leans over and digs two more juice boxes out of the basket. “And why don’t you two have some too. Come sit in the blanket, sweetie,” she says, patting the empty space and nodding to Alastair. “You’ll get grass stains on your nice shorts.”

Alastair blushes hard and nods, Wren and Atlas joining him as he sits on the plush blanket.

Wren and Atlas both accept their juice, Wren not drinking theirs as they chat happily. “Momma, Daddy, these are my friends. This one is Atlas and this is Alastair.”

Alastair nods politely to the two grownups while Atlas stares at them.

“I see. Well it’s very nice that you made friends dear,” Maja says with a wide smile, opening the basket again. “It’s very nice to meet you boys. Would you all like some lunch?”

Wren claps their hands and nods. “Yeah!” They turn to Atlas and Alastair. “My dad made cheese and pepperoni sandwiches and we have carrots and ranch and granola bars.”

Both boys nod along, very interested in the prospects of a tasty meal. Maja dishes out sandwiches and Pietro and herself share a salad.

The children munch away happily, Alastair seemingly very fond of the granola bars as Atlas scarfs down his food like a wild animal.

Maja fixes the thin boy with a vaguely concerned look and offers him another sandwich. “Have some more, sweetie. I’m sure you’re hungry.” She doesn’t comment on the boy’s appearance or his smell but she does share a knowing look with Pietro.

After their meal, the children lay sprawled out on the grass, looking up at the clouds with tired eyes and full bellies. Wren is halfway dozed off when a woman calls Alastair’s name from the playground.

The boy shoots up and gives the other two a glance. “That’s my nanny. I have to go.” He frowns, looking down at his hands. “Will you guys come to the park again soon? We come every Saturday.”

Wren tilts their head and calls out to their parents. “Hey, can we come back next weekend?”

“Sure sweetie!” Maja calls back.

Wren turns to Atlas. “Will your parents let you come back next weekend?”

Atlas hums. “I’ll come back.”

Wren beams and nods. “We’ll see you on Saturday,” they say to Alastair.

He offers a shy smile and nods. “Okay. Bye,” he says, voice soft as he waves before turning and running back towards the playground to greet his nanny.

Sometime after Alasatair’s departure, Maja comes to retrieve Wren, finding the two curled up in the grass, fast asleep. She smiles and gently wakes the two. With Wren in her arms and Atlas’s hand in hers, she guides the two to the picnic blanket.

Pietro offers to walk Atlas to his mother but he politely refuses, saying goodbye to Wren as they’re buckled into their bike seat. They give him a sleepy wave and the family disappears down the street.

With the sun dipping into the horizon, Atlas is left alone to walk back to his apartment.

Atlas and Pietro are owned by @oros-ash3s and Wren is co-owned by him also :0

[pandagyaru]

This isn't 2023 or whatever you just said

Deadpool x 2009 Gender neutral reader

Early 2000s au with my favorite man with a very big uh

Personality.... yeah personality lolz

Anyways my thought process is like, what if dp goes back in time on accident and needs to find out what year it is. Like 2009 or something. But he meets the prettiest little human, aka you dollies!

P.s: Your apartment is like all rooms in one, kinda like dps in the movie, except your bathroom is private, LMAO.

P.p.s: the reader is very no descriptive. Besides the fact they wear glasses!

A swirling noise fills the dark void of your open space apartment. You sit up in bed and slide your sleeping mask up on your forehead. A purple and orange hole in the abyss that is your living room. You blink the eye crusties and boogers away as you stare at it, blinking like a frog as you get used to the strange light. A red and black clad body shoots through the portal, landing on your comforter.

"WHAT THE FUCK" You shout, crawling up to your headboard. You hurry and flick on your bedside lamp to get a good look at the dead body? You don't know if the person is dead or not, but God, you didn't wanna find out. It suddenly sits up with a gasp, its head snapping towards you. It points at you.

"YOU! WHERE AM I?" The voice is masculine, so you're assuming it's a guy. I mean, you're hoping what you're assuming is right. It may be 2009, but you'd hate to misgender this stranger in your bed.

"Uh, you're in my apartment. May I ask where the fuck you came from?" You ask, leaning over and grabbing your glasses of your nightstand, slipping them on your face.

"Right, your apartment. I came from a mansion, not mine. Like a friends mansion" He explains, looking around at all your "ancient" looking belongings. "Say is it 2023?"

"Huh? 2023? No, it's 2009. Are you okay? Did you hit your head on my bed post? Like, I understand you like spawned in my apartment, but I dont think time travel is possible. doctor who" you joke, nudging your foot at him. His head whips to you.

"2009?" He asks. You nod and pull out your iPhone 3G, turning it on and showing him the date.

"Yeah. It's also 3 am. So, if you're staying, my couch pulls out into a bed. I do have to warn you, I have work at like 9 am" You tell him, getting up incase you have to pull the couch bed out. He looks over at your couch and then back at you.

"Or we could share this cozy ass bed you got yourself here." He flirts, leaning back on your bed and trying to seem seductive. You blush.

"I'll pull out the couch" you mutter, speed walking over to the couch. You bend over to grip the metal bars under the couch cushions.

"You're supposed to remove the cushions' first sugar butt" He says, standing up and walking over to you. Your face feels hot at the petname. "Its like a sleepover! All we need is movies and snacks"

"I have work, remember?" You state, picking up and throwing the couch cushions. The bed sliding out and setting itself down on the hardwood floor. He looks over at you.

"Yeah, at 9am. When did you go to bed?" He asks. You look over at him.

"Like 8pm. I was exhausted today"

"So you've had 7 hours of sleep. If we watch one movie, you'll get like 5 more hours. You'll be fine" He says, plopping his leather clad fat ass (I just had to specify that btw) on the couch bed. You think it over. You sigh.

"Fine, but we're watching catwoman. Halle Berry is gorgeous in that movie" You say, walking over to your DVD rack. You crouch down to read all the titles of movies you have. You find the movie you want and peek over your TV stand to your DVD player. You put the movie in. "Have you ever seen this movie?" You ask, walking back over to thr couch bed. Deadpool wades (HA GET IT?) over his response. The truth is he hasn't seen it in fucking forever.

"I have, but it's been a while," He answers.

"Oh yeah how long? I watched it the other day"

"About 15 years. Give or take"

"It came out 5 years ago..."

"Right right its 2009"

"Wait so you're actually from the future? Holy shit. What's life like?" You jump up and grab his shoulders.

"Technology is definitely better then what you have in this place. I'll tell ya that for free. God your phone is God awful" He jokes, smashing his hand on your face.

"Hey, that's the latest phone! I'm cool!" You shout, grabbing his wrist, trying to pull his hand off your face. He laughs. "I know we just met. But would you be able to show me what 2023 looks like?" You ask, looking into the whites of his mask.

"Uh, i don't know if it transports more then one person. But I could try." He mutters, watching the way your eyes light up.

The night ended with you falling asleep on him halfway through the movie.

LOVE YA!