#foxy grandpa tank

[boy-gender]

i hope this is okay to reblog, cause it inspired me to make my own list!

My tattoos!! And planning future tattoos!

My hair being dyed, especially if its pastel pink

Fishnets + short shorts + fishnets under short shorts

Kandi and spikey goth jewelry

Wearing tank tops to show off my arms, or see through shirts to show off my top surgery scars

Black boyshort/boxer brief underwear and how my shape looks in it. Makes me feel like when comicbook artists draw batman all slutty.

Seeing my chest from the side, or at all really. this is what i was meant to look like! That's my shape in the mirror! For someone with dissociation as heavy as mine, i never feel like what im looking at in the mirror. Top surgery began to bridge the gap and ground me.

Perfume with tobacco notes

Collars, both day and play

When i wander off in a store and i can hear my friends go "boy!" to get me to come back lmao

Clothes that do not match my percieved age/gender/role at all, like "foxy grandpa" or "best dad ever" shirts

Being asked to open a jar or can for someone

Being the friend who reliably has a pocket knife and weed on them

My fancy looking wooden cane, both to walk with and in case of intruders

lil trans ppl that live in my computer I AM BEGGING YOU TO MAKE A LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU FEEL EUPHORIA!!! I forced myself to today bc i was feeling really shitty and it actually helped so much. It might sound stupid, but give it a shot if you have the time, you never know!

Anywho, here's my list :)

MY SCRAGGLY BEARD AND MUSTACHE!!

HAPPY TRAIL/STOMACH HAIR!!!!

MY NOSE

ARM HAIR

HAVING BIG “UGLY” FEET

MY GLASSES

OWNING WRANGLER JEANS

WEARING A POCKET KNIFE IN MY BELT LOOP

MY EYEBROWS

THE WAY MY FACE LOOKS MORE SQUARE IN HATS

WEARING A BELT

[rubykgrant]

Now that all the outfits for everybody are done, I can talk a little bit about what clothes I drew for them, and why. So, here are all the Sarges~

  1 is the default Sarge. Work-out clothes are probably what he’d live in forever if other people didn’t encourage him to change it around. He has multiple tank-tops and pants in different colors, but whichever he wears, one of them will always be RED

2 is lumberjack Sarge! A red flannel shirt definitely looks good on him. Like a lot of stuff he’d wear, this is something that’s comfortable when working outside, and also stands up well to rough treatment

3 is basically what he’d wear if he was a monster hunter... behold, Scruffy the Vampires Slayer! It also makes him feel a little bit like Hellboy (his favorite super hero). A soft leather jacket and cowboy boots are perfect for the tough-guy look

4 is foxy grandpa! Something mildly stylish and fancy. The darker shirt with the pale pants is kind of a sleek look for him, and the red trim on the shirt would be slightly shiny thread

5 is kinda just his chill summer outfit (if Sarge is capable of being chill). I like the pattern of baseball shirts, and I also like to switch it up sometimes by making the lighter color around the collar/sleeves

6 Sarge definitely has a lot of camo-pattern stuff, but completely  ignored the practically of actual camouflage, because it is always in shades of red! This is also just another example of him living in work-out clothes

7 is another somewhat fancy outfit, but a little more formal. A dark jacket and a red turtle-neck sweater makes his feel all dapper

8 is a white long-sleeve shirt with an... interesting pattern. Don’t worry, those aren’t REAL blood splatters. He mostly likely did it himself, staining the shirt on purpose with what he claims was “the blood of my enemies!” (it actually started with an accidental red paint drip, so he just added to it)

9 he gets a hippie peace-sign shirt for ironic reasons (the best reasons). Also, he avoids wearing blue too often on principal, but in the spirit of peace, he’ll also wear his faded ripped jeans from time to time

10 is another dad-look. A red button-up shirt and brown slacks, perfect for going to dinner at Applebee’s or shopping at the hardware store

[atlasifyllm]

Coming up with a new DOTS concept

I feel like tournament fighters would be separated into separate classes, due to their strengths and weaknesses. I was thinking there could be a ranking system among tournament fighters (or more likely, their fans), but I think highlighting each fighter’s strengths/weaknesses would be a better way to describe their fighting style.

I decided to pull from Aesop fables, specifically the Tortoise and the Hare, then added a fox since they’re more common than wolves in said fables and even though I haven’t gone through the fox-related fables, I guarantee at least ONE of them is gonna be a sly trickster. 

Hares are the “speedy” types of tournament fighters. They tend to be more delicate in terms of psyche power, but speed is their main highlight. Ruby in particular is extremely speedy, but her psyche power is the weakest among the adult Paladins. She’s not that powerful in terms of fighting ability, but it’s because she’s able to dodge more in battle and be more “damage per second” that makes her strong.

Tortoises are the “tanks” of tournament fighters. They’re extremely powerful in terms of strength and psyche power, almost unable to be knocked down. They’d obviously be on the slower side, unlike Hares. I’d say they’re a lot like this quote from “Legend”, where one fighter is described as “fighting like a bull” due to their raw strength, though the fighter in question gets defeated by someone who “fights like a viper”. Blaze is the most “tortoise” character of the Paladins. She’s the most muscular and powerful in raw strength. If you’ve heard the term “tank” in a gaming context, she’s pretty much that plus the strong firepower of actual tanks, though tanks don’t exist in DOTS. So. Tortoise.

Also yes this chibi Blaze icon has her outdated haircut

Foxes are the sly, sneaky, almost trickster types of tournament fighters. They can be quite nimble but still have pretty good strength. Their main highlight is known as “stealth”; not particularly because they hide from their opponents, but they’re quite good at strategizing and waiting for the perfect time to strike. Cobalt is the best example of a “fox” fighter, as he’s pretty average in terms of speed and strength. He does have a lot of raw elemental power, but not a lot of physical strength. Even if he could potentially take out opponents instantly, he chooses to wait for the best times to strike, and what attack should be used throughout a battle. If Ruby’s coming at him with a sword, it’d be better to counter with his own sword rather than attempt to hit her with an elemental attack when she’s quite good at dodging. If Blaze is coming at him with fire, it’d be better for him to shield himself than try to counter her with his sword.

However, a lot of people would realize that these “classes” definitely come in a spectrum.

Amethyst I believe would be in-between Hare and Fox. Her shadow abilities make her extremely stealthy, allowing her to buy time and figure out what her next move is. However, she’s probably the second weakest adult Paladin in terms of Psyche-power, and her attacks aren’t that powerful. As of right now I honestly think she learns a lot from Ruby’s fighting style, going towards a more “damage per second” type of deal.

Jay would be in-between Foxes and Tortoises. They have a lot of raw strength like Blaze, but their strength burns out easily and they can’t really push through it like Blaze can. I imagine Blaze has a good balance between “psyche-powered” strength and maintains natural physical strength quite often, but Jay’s strength relies solely on psyche-power to the point where they’re a wimp without it. Jay does have a huge psyche like Blaze and Cobalt as well, but I think because they rely on their psyche so much, they’ve gotten good at waiting for the right moment to strike so they don’t risk depleting their psyche. Please, give them the Foxy Grandpa hat.

I don’t know what to say for Rose, since canonically she’s 

1.) Too young to know her prime fighting style

2.) A sentry who wouldn’t be classified in as such 

Buut Rina is 100% a fox like Cobalt. Honestly, she’s probably a better fox than Cobalt, who has a failsafe with his extra power while Rina relies a lot on weaponry that NEEDS good accuracy. 

Cue Cobalt being muffled because Rina’s on top of him, lmao.

[greeds]

WHAT HAPPENED WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY FOXY GRANDPA

THEY KILLED THE TUSKEN TRIBE WHICH IS THE WORST PART...

AND THEN TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY BOBA FETT GOT HIS ASS BEAT RIGHT OUT THE BACTA TANK IN HIS TIGHTY WHITIES, AND THEN HE HIRED THE POWER RANGERS TO WORK FOR HIM.

[presidentstarscream]

@autobuttsanddecepthicccons

You can’t deny that Megatron is purely drawn for comic book readers to ogle. He’s way more sexualized that any of the female bots. Just look at the scene with Rung where he’s stretched out on the bed. Or when he’s just casually walking around. Milne always focuses on his thighs, crotch and waist. Plus his face is drawn to be high cheekbones and strong, so it has appeal to some. It’s pure fanservice and now IDW2 Megs is going to be sexed up

what the FUCK are you talking about

[detroitbecomeyandere]

Hank Somnophilia

Here’s the brainchild of me and @indifferent-depravity that nobody ask for. Come get y’alls foxy grandpa smut!

3 am-the witching hour. Hank sat at the kitchen table and stared blankly into his fourth glass of whiskey, reflecting on the events that put him in such a precarious situation. When you first started at the DPD, bright-eyed and eager, something indescribable stirred within him and he took you under his wing immediately. In kind, you began to view him as a mentor - a father figure. You were there for him when he lost Cole and desperately tried to console him as best you could. But despite all your efforts, you couldn’t put a broken man back together.

As he tried to move on from the accident that took his son away he in turn became more protective of you. It started with “suggesting” to Fowler to refrain from putting you on riskier missions, despite knowing you were more than capable of handling the worst of the worst. His plans had succeeded, and so you were consistently assigned to secretarial duties in contrast to actual cases.

But Hank knew this was only a temporary solution to keeping you out of harm’s way. Your fiery spirit - a trait he often found to be a double-edged sword - refused to let you sit idly by and be sentenced to clerical work after years of countlessly proving yourself in the field. Truly believing there was no other choice - he decided to take you.

He just wanted the best for you, he knew that deep down somehow what he was doing was justified. He had seen firsthand how ugly this world could get and he would be damned if he would let you succumb to it.

When Hank first brought you home, he saw you as his own daughter; almost a surrogate child to fill the empty space Cole had left behind. He would let you pick the movies you two would watch before bed, allowed you to cook dinner when you were feeling up for it, just little things any father and daughter would do together.

But the longer your captivity went on, the more his thoughts and feelings shifted into forbidden territories as he found his eyes lingering on your body more and more. He tried to keep convincing himself that his intentions were pure, but somewhere down the line his “fatherly intentions” had warped.

It first started when he had let you out of your room for dinner and you started playing with Sumo as you waited. The way your eyes lit up as you smiled and laughed to yourself made his heart beat faster. After that, he became more acutely aware of the little things you did: how gently you brushed your hair, the idle dances you did as you cooked, your fingers as they delicately turned the page of a book.

His breaking point was when he saw you doing your yoga routine. He’d noticed you doing it before, but now as you bent down his eyes gravitated to your curves and the way your leggings hugged your rear.

Tossing the last of his whiskey back, he stood up with a groan and started down the hall, giving Sumo a scratch behind the ears as he passed. He paused by “your” bedroom and quietly unlocked the door to peek in and check on you.

You were resting peacefully and he gave himself a mental pat on the back for slipping a few crushed sleeping pills into your dinner that night. Unfortunately, you’d been having trouble sleeping since your unexpected arrival. The last thing he wanted was for you to be more mentally and physically exhausted than you already were.

Sometime during the night you had kicked the covers off yourself and were now sleeping flat on your back, clad only in a tank top and his boxers to cover your bottom. Apparently he didn’t think to buy women’s wear before bringing you here.You had to roll the waist up so they would comfortably fit; it gave him a clear view of your bare thighs.

Hank swallowed hard as he looked over you, lingering primarily on your breasts. The cool air had made your nipples stand out against your thin top that was pushed up your stomach, exposing more of your skin to his wandering eyes. He could feel his resolve weakening the longer he looked at you. Slowly, he moved towards your bed only stilling when his knees brushed against the mattress.

He reached out to gently touch your face when he noticed, clutched tightly in one of your arms, was a small teddy bear that he had bought Cole for his birthday, long forgotten about. Seeing it in nestled in your arms made him hesitate; he almost didn’t want to touch you, lest he ruin the innocent image before him.

Ignoring his greater instincts, he cupped your face, running his thumb lightly over your lips and marveling at how full they were. When you let out a soft noise he snatched his hand back, worried you would wake up. After a minute, your breathing had settled and he let out a sigh of relief, tentatively reaching out to touch you once more.

There was this incessant compulsion to keep going, a beast that wouldn’t be satiated until he felt every inch of you beneath him. He ran his hand over your arm, greedy fingers dipping underneath the strap of your tank top. He just stroked your shoulder for a while, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin under his calloused fingers.

Feeling bolder, he rested his other hand on your knee, gently moving up your leg until he reached the edge of your boxers. He let out a shaky breath before slipping the tips of his fingers under them, his breath hitching when he came into contact with your panty-covered core.

Hank pressed his fingers against your warmth through the fabric, eyes darting up when you made another gasp, your eyebrows furrowing momentarily before relaxing again. He diverted his attention back to between your legs as he started to rub you through your panties, circling your clit with every pass.

Something was overcoming him; becoming impatient, he removed his hands from your body and curled his fingers into the waist of your boxers, pulling them and your panties down with haste. He groaned as your center was revealed to him, cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he ran a digit over your slit to collect the wetness that had gathered there unbeknownst to you during his ministrations. He placed a finger lightly against your entrance, letting out a breathy moan as it sunk in up to the first knuckle.

This is wrong, I just wanted to be her father, he reprimanded himself as he moved his digit in and out of you, gingerly at first.

But nothing could convince him to stop, convince him this isn’t what he wanted from the moment he first laid eyes on you. The thought of your beautiful eyes and how they lit up when you two were introduced was enough to pick up his pace, as he threw all rationality to the wind.

These carnal urges continued to overwhelm him. More, I need more, he thought ravenously, like an addict chasing their next high - he knew that type all too well. He gently nudged your legs apart to give him room to settle between them, re-adjusting his hand so he could continue pumping his finger into you.

A soft whimper made him look up, heat creeping up his neck as another moan seemed to escape your parted lips. He paused briefly to admire you again, in awe. Your hair was loose, sprawled out behind you and your cheeks came alive with a pleasure-induced flush. With the faint moonlight slipping in from between the curtains, you looked almost ethereal.

Hank continued his movements, greedily adding a second finger. You were so wet, surely that was a sign that this was fine. It’ll be a one time thing, he tried to convince himself, Just for tonight.

Aiming to get his fill, he slid his hand up your stomach, pushing your tank top up to reveal your breasts to his hungry eyes. He leaned down and peppered kisses over them before sealing his lips around your nipple with a stifled groan. He carefully teased it into a hard peak before switching to the other breast, palming his clothed erection all the while. This fondling wasn’t enough to sate him - still he felt deprived. His gluttony knew no bounds and he needed more.

Licking a stripe down your stomach, he soon reached your aching core. Removing himself from you, he brought his trembling fingers up to his lips. Your essence had completely coated him and he eagerly sucked every drop, savoring it as if he were a dying man. How heavenly you tasted; he never considered himself a praying man but he would happily drop to his knees for you.

He tentatively put his tongue in between your folds, languidly dragging it up until the tip of it was hovering above your clit. A shudder wracked you, urging Hank to repeat the process, slower and deeper within you as he applied more pressure to the bundle of nerves the second time around. Again your body shook and you arched your back in response, which Hank took as an open invitation.  

Flicking his tongue over your clit once more, Hank straightened, moving to crouch over you and losing his breath at the vision of tranquil ecstasy that laid beneath him. His cock twitched, lust burning in his veins like Hellfire as he watched your breasts rise and fall with each erratic breath.

He pushed his pants down far enough to free his aching member, wrapping a loose fist around himself as he lined up with your entrance, inhaling before slowly pushing into you. Leaning over on his forearms, Hank softly moaned sweet nothings in your ear as he steadily thrust into you.

You were drifting on the precipice of consciousness, a warmth blossoming in your lower abdomen as your body rocked in a steady pattern. Albeit its initial pleasantness, it was something foreign to you and you struggled to regain your senses in order to identify it. Fatigue weighed on you but you managed to force your eyes open, panic rapidly increasing as you saw Hank looming over you.

Eyes closed, lips parted, he moaned deeply as he continued his lust-fueled cadence. He pushed harder into you and you weakly gasped at the unwanted coil of pleasure; your blood ran cold as realization swept over you. Words wouldn’t form, your cries falling apart in your throat - it felt painfully dry. All you could manage was pathetically kicking your feet in attempts to get him to stop.

Your movements caught his attention and he looked down at you with the saddest eyes, sadder than usual. He carded his hands through your hair, murmuring in your ear, “don’t cry baby girl.”

You hadn’t even noticed that you had started; perhaps you conditioned yourself to cry whenever he was around. The consistency of his rutting was making you nauseous as you tried to kick at him, to no avail.

“H-hank,” you hoarsely whispered, earning you a growl of disdain in response.

“You know I don’t like it when you call me that,” he said sternly. He stilled in you, briefly to your delight, only to slam back into you harshly. A yelp escaped you as he found a new, ruthless tempo, and a newfound burst of adrenaline urged you to thrash wildly against your captor.

“Hank,” you said with more force this time, fueling his ire. He delivered a crisp slap to your cheek, something he had never done before. You skin burned and your head was feeling from the strength he put behind that hit. His fingers formed a vice around your neck, not giving you the chance to catch your breath.

“No! Daddy, you call me daddy,” he demanded, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. You desperately clawed at his grip with weak fingers, your vision already beginning to blur around the edges. You were conflicted between trying to gasp for air or continue scratching away at Hank’s skin. There was no point to either - if he kept going, perhaps it would grant you a warped sense of the freedom you had been begging for.

Unfortunate for you, Hank had no intention of sending you Cole’s way.

Selfish as always.

Hank’s hips began to thrust erratically, chasing his release furiously while your hands fell limply to your sides. The headboard slamming into the wall behind it as Hank pushed into you harder each time - he was so close.

Now he had truly taken everything from you, he now had your autonomy while he used you as a vessel for his pleasure. You felt a disgustingly familiar heat between your legs as Hank slowed to a halt within you. And the last thing you heard as you slipped out of consciousness,

“We can still be a family”

-Mod Vic

[carnival-core]

Prediction for Animal Crossing New Horizons:

Crazy Redd sneaks onto the island . He is wearing a tank top that says ‘foxy grandpa’ on it and nothing else

[richtofen2015]

Let me tell you about how I cackled when I saw the foxy grandpa. Fuck. 😂😂😂😂

My life had to be put on hold to complete these. A lot of these ‘positions’ are debatable. Obviously we have some ‘verse’ characters, but I didn’t want to make it anymore nasty than it already is.

[kuromegarin]

[nodesiretogrowup]

so I watched the Spongebob birthday episode and...it was cute. 

I wish it had either been longer or they had cut some scenes (the bean scene and the office scene were my least favorite ones). Clancy Brown is a FOXY GRANDPA. Seriously, he looks DAMN good for his age. I wish we had gotten more of the Trusty Slab stuff and more of the Hoff lol. I want to make a remote controlled tank and put pool toys in it, just cuz. It was adorable seeing Patchy and Spongebob meet (you can’t call yourself a TRUE fan unless you send your disembodied head to your idol). The birthday version of the theme song was cute. I didn’t recognize almost half of the celebs and the one that confused me the most was Gilbert Gottfried. Did he work on the show at some point? And why did they choose him to end that part? It will keep me up tonight. They didn’t give Spongebob’s age at the end because he’s CLEARLY some form of an immortal deity.

Fun Fact-Tom Kenny did a panel at my local con which I was lucky enough to attend. He talked about filming the Patchy scenes for this episode. The bike scene was filmed in Central Park and at one point he heard two teenage girls say “OMG, IT’S PATCHY THE PIRATE!” I thought that was cute and wanted to share it with y’all.

[chunkysoup22]

Kirishima picking his ootd: hmm pink crocs... purple and green polka dot tank top... with foxy grandpa hat

Kirishima picking bakugous suit: white roses black and red and yes we will be matching number 1 hero more like number 1 snack

[roboraindrop]

The Kissfession

Ignore the dumb title, I'm tired as heckkkkkk

Anyways I'm in love with foxy shield grandpa so here's this half-asleep story fluff that may or may not make sense, idk

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It hit him like a ton of bricks. Of course Rain knew that they liked Reinhardt- Maybe they would even go so far as to say that they had a crush on him. But it wasn't until that moment, drawn together among the training bots, that it really hit Reinhardt that maybe he had some unannounced feelings as well.

Rain had been training with the legendary tank for months since saving his life in King's Row, and they had grown only closer ever since. Whether that had anythig to do with Lucio accidentally spilling the beans about their crush on him, they'd never know.

Nonetheless, the hulking knight had offered to train them and help strengthen their melee skills, and here they came every Friday after briefing. The lessons had started out instructional- How to hold the weapon correctly, how to time attacks, how to swing without pulling your arm our of socket, ect.- but eventually had become more and more of them goofing around and sharing in the glory of combat together- even simulated combat.

Occasionally on days like this, they would work on hand-to-hand combat. He went easy on the less than muscular medic; The tank could've pinned them down in a second, even without his armor! However,their strength was growing and it made him prouder by the week to see this happening!

That day they'd been sparring with one another, and Rain had gotten sneaky. Using their preciptitation summoning abilities, they created a puddle that, on the linoleum of the floor, caused Reinhardt's footing to slip for a moment. He was safe from any danger of falling, but it was enough to give the Support the opening they needed, and they used all their might to pin him against the wall.

Reinhardt was surprised for a moment, but slowly a grin broke out on his face, "Ah, Rain, you are growing stronger! Or perhaps I'm getting older," He chuckled, looking down at the medic, who had their hands on either side of his torso, body blocking his way of escape as they'd been taught.

"Why not both?" They teased playfully, bringing a hand up to brush their fingers against his beard, "I can't say age has done anything horrible to you, you've still got your good looks!" This was deliberately done to give him an opening to continue their training, but when the tank didn't take the bait, Rain tilted their head.

"You okay?"

A far off look in his eye, Reinhardt hadn't noticed himself zoning out of the situation the moment their fingers made contact with him. They had fought together a million times by now at least, bumping and brushing one another in so many ways. Why did this contact suddey make him feel so... Different?

He shook his head to clear it, blinking rapidly for a moment. "Forgive me, my friend. I... Do not know where my head is." Still, even as Rain backed off from their defensive stance, he stayed against the wall. Whether it was lack of desire to move, or the weak feeling in his knees, he couldn't say.

"Do you wanna call it quits for the night? I know this was a big week with the new missions and all--"

Quickly, silver locks shook as he interjected, "No, do not worry! I wouldn't give the time we spend together up, not for a thousand missions."

This caused the medic to blush, and they rubbed the back of their neck as they looked away for a moment. "H-heh, well I'm glad you enjoy our sessions too. I think they're really helping me learn to protect the team better! And since Brigitte fixed up my armor, I've felt so much more secure." They gave another shy grin, "And having a big strong shield there helps a lot, too."

It was his turn to blush then, and he found himself bending down a bit to get closer to level with the support. "Rain... There is something I wish to tell you." The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them, and his mind raced when they questioned him about what it could be.

Honestly? He didn't even know what he wanted to tell them. Maybe he simply wanted to look into those oceanic eyes just a little bit longer, or count the freckles that peppered their cheeks, or follow the shape of their soft lips...

Before the German even knew what he was doing, he had wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling Rain right up against his body. His free hand cupped their chin, and he tilted their face to his before closing the gap between them.

If he didn't need the wall to support him before, he definitely did now. His body felt like jello, somehow still supporting him as his lips carressed theirs. Rain fared no better, making a noise of shock at the contact at first, but they relaxed into it, and leaned against the seeminglt sturdy frame of the man.

After a moment that seemed simultaneously much too long and much too short, he pulled back to search their eyes for a moment. How could he find the words to explain the feeling that he felt so clearly that it filled his soul completely?

"You make my heart pound in a way that the boldest battle cannot. Though I don't understand it, I think..." He let out a soft breath, resting their foreheads against one another, "That I have fallen in love with you." There was a moment of silence before he began to panic, pulling back.

"F-forgive me. An old man like me," He laughed a bit, embarrassed, "Going on like some kind of lovestruck fool. Of course I don't expect you to return the sentiment- I fully understand if I've made you uncomfortable, I--"

Rain was lost in their own world for a second, stomach swirling with a mixture of emotions ranging. It wasn't until his dejected rambling that they snapped out of it, reaching up to hold his face in their hands. A finger gently rested on his lips, "Rein, you don't have to apologize. I... I'm not good with words, but... Oh, just come here."

With the same force and fervor that they had pinned him originally, they kissed him again, and again when that one was broken.

"You really feel the same?" He asked breathlessly afterwards, eyes looking for any sign that this was all a joke to spare the poor old man the embarrassment. When he found none, he visibly relaxed.

"Of course I do! I... I kinda thought it was obvious. Especially after Lucio called me out!" They shook their head, grinning like an idiot. "I was just terrified that someone like you could never love someone like me."

There was a brief silence before the familiar booming laugh was heard from the tank. "We have much more in common than you thought, my Liebling! I fear that as well. Someone as Young and exciting as you, with a whole life to live..."

Rain shook their head, "Your age means nothing to me. I fell in love with your kind heart and firey spirit." The words still felt funny to say, but they also came with a truthfulness and the general feeling of being right; Predestined, even.

"Ah, and I with your caring nature, and quick wit!" He beamed down at them, and when they grinned right back, he squeezed them tightly in a hug. "You truly are all I have been waiting to fight for."

[rabbtit]

lucio, reinhardt, and dva for the meme!

Lucio

how often I play them: barely ever, but when i do, i kind of suck! i feel better playing alongside a mercy just bc i spazz out a lot and i cant juggle wallskating AND shooting people at the same time yet :(
 which maps I like to use them on: so far ive had luck with lucio and it took me a while but i can now successfully wallride the whole map
 which skin I currently have equipped: the grey froggy suit! i think its called ribbit?
 who I ship them with:  i ship him with dva only at first, but then i started seeing art of him with junkrat and im like oh yeah that looks okay, and maybe symmetra? ik they dont get along in-game but i feel like further down the line it’s possible to become friends

Reinhardt

how often I play them: never lmao unless we’re losing really bad, nobody else will go rein, and the enemy orisa is fucking us up bc i feel like rein can wreck orisa pretty well
 which maps I like to use them on: ill use him on any map if i haaave to
 which skin I currently have equipped: the new uprising one! foxy grandpa
 who I ship them with: gonna be basic and just say ana but i feel like it’s one-sided on his part and they dont get together until old age and it’s pure and sweet

D.Va

how often I play them: since orisa came out i dont really play dva as much now?? :,) i think shes best as a secondary tank tbh im just not good at her when im the only tank out there
 which maps I like to use them on: any
 which skin I currently have equipped: weewooweewoo police officer!
 who I ship them with: hoo boi junkrat, lucio, and one more i wont mention because Discourse™

[merelyareverie-blog]

rules: tag 20 people, answer 20 questions

I was tagged by nobody and just decided to do this for the heck of it.

Nickname: TK, Shuichi, Daddy.. Foxy Grandpa

Zodiac: Taurus... Sheep/Ram

Height: 5′ 6.5″

Last thing I googled: 

Favorite music artist: Adam Lambert. I can basically listen to all of his albums, on repeat, for hours.

Song stuck in my head: 24k Magic by Bruno Mars

Last movie I saw: Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve seen a movie in theaters that I don’t recall what it was.. but the last movie that I watched at home was Rings... which was disappointing to say the least. 

What am I wearing right now: An old T-shirt that I converted into a tank top, and some pajama shorts.

Why did I choose my URL: Back when I was making a new blog, I was constantly listening to “Wreak Havoc” by Skylar Grey. So I chose a segment from the lyrics of the song and called it good. Plus it fits the amount of saltiness that currently is me.

Do I have any other blogs: I have an OC roleplay blog that I currently cannot recall the login information to, my cosplay blog, my art blog, and then my old abandoned personal blog.

What did your last romantic relationship teach you: That human beings are selfish creatures.

Religious or spiritual: I’m indifferent at this moment in time. 

Favourite colour: Electric Blue... basically most blues... and reds.

Average hours of sleep: According to my iPhone, I’m getting about 7 hours on a good day, and 3 hours on a bad one.

Lucky number: 9

Favourite characters:  1. Kenma Kozume (Haikyuu) 2. Tetsurou Kuroo and Koutarou Bokuto (Haikyuu) 3. Keiji Akaashi and Koushi Sugawara and Tooru Oikawa (Haikyuu) 4. Kuronue (Yu Yu Hakusho) 5. Yusuke Urameshi and Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho) 6. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)  7. Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer (on FOX)) 8. Dean Winchester (Supernatural) 9. Toshizou Hijikata (Hakuouki) 10. Aoba Seragaki (DRAMAtical Murder)

How many blankets do I sleep with: Unless it’s the summer, I will generally sleep with 2-3.

Dream job: It’s a tie between a Travel Photographer, Actor, and a Freelance Illustrator (who can live soundly on what they make every month).

I’m tagging: Not a single person because I hate tagging people in stuff.. sorry!