#god im so obsessed w the messy curls

[taintedcigs]

pics of joe that i cannot get out of my head today. enjoy. 🧸💗

[captain-jinguji]

Helloo pls don't judge me but I need a yandere Ai for my life sjhshs so can I request the whole alphabet for him? Thanks luv you and keep it up

BABE I DONT JUDGE OKAY I LOVE YOU AND I TRIED MY BEST AT THIS (I am not the best at his character ngl ) ❤❤❤ hope you're doing well

AI MIKAZE YANDERE ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He's very… monotone in his love. He rarely says it verbally and usually turns to soft touches. Mainly because hes still unsure himself oh how this is supposed to work but by God dont think that's a weakness. His grip does tend to tighten. 

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Much like Masato, he ruins their life without taking it. Im talking about exploiting their deepest darkest secrets, absolutely humiliating them in front of everyone that knows them hes like anonymous, but worse. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He doesnt mock them but he studies them which may or may not be worse. To have someone watch you break down and lose it, completely emotionless; analyzing you as your form becomes weaker and weaker is so much worse than a punch to the face. 

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Eh. He puts them in uncomfortable situations to study their reaction. It can go from anywhere to calling a ~bigger~ person pregnant looking, to going on the dark web and watching someone commit cannibalism. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He unknowingly entrusts then with a lot of it mainly because he wants his darling to explain to him why he's feeling this way. Why his heart aches to be with them under any circumstances. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd have a very rationally laid out answer for this type of reaction. May it be the lack of freedom of constant staring of his; its okay. He forgives them. 

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is not a game but rather a sick science experiment. Go ahead, try to escape, but there's literal traps all around the house and without his helping hand to guide them past them, theyre are sure to hurt themselves. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

As mentioned above, he has literal traps around the house. From tripping over invisible string to being magnet cuffed to the wall. Their worst experience, however, has to have been when they found a "secret" door, (which wasn't actually there, he put it there) and opened it only to have water pour on them and getting electrocuted. Now if you didnt know, water and electricity dont mix. Especially not on a human. 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to keep them with him of course. But more as a pet. A science experiment that bends to his every will. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesnt get jealous. He gets deadly. If someone tried to touch his darling or "save" them, he would W R E C K them in the worst way possible. Rationally, of course. All his steps are calculated and they would never catch him. 

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He acts relatively normal. Emotionless, stoic, smart. But he loves to just, well, love them. He likes to curl up against them or put them in his lap and run his fingers through their hair, whispering sweet words that they knew, ultimately, meant nothing. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Its a curiosity game. He's curious about them and they try to find out why he's the way he is. Why so blank? So monotone? It's quite fun to watch them figure him out while he already several files on them. 

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No. Much like he told Syo and Natsuki, theyre a test subject and he made that very clear from the beginning on, to everyone. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Traps, testing the limits of the human body, you know? Hypothermia? How long til it kicks in? Could you withstand the boiling point of skin if he just gradually turns up the heat? Of course hed never kill you. Just… observe the process. 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

They dont have any rights outside of him. They rely on him for everything from clothing to food and water, to walks in the park. Everything is determined and up to him. 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He actually has a decent amount of patience because, again. Experiment. He wants to know why they're feeling this way and makes them talk about every last out and episode. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Quite honestly, that depends on the natural personality of his darling. If they're kind and compassionate, almost like a mother, he would feel all kinds of sad emotions, maybe even overheat and "die". If they're constantly defiant and just annoying to deal with one way or another, he can find himself a new darling. 

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. He might have felt a ping of guilt once or twice but if his darling didn't catch that, they missed all their opportunity. 

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Mainly the confusion about emotions in general. No one told him that feeling this strong toward someone was not, well, normal, but toxic. Suffocating. Deadly. Everyone just told him he was in love. Who knew love could be so killer? 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Indifferent. He'd take comfort them to get information out of them. Some times though he actually does hurt for them, mainly if it wasnt his fault though. Which is rarely the case. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

This is literally an experiment to him. Its not true obsession, but a kid who takes it way too far, ya know? 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Since he is very confused about his emotions, as mentioned above, if you catch him in a vulnerable state and kind of step on his emotions a bit, you might be able to distract him. Emphasis on might. 

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Oh yes, mainly to see their reactions and it's not as extreme as others. He would never beat them, cut them, or feed them to the wolves. Just… testing their limits in other ways.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Its so bittersweet that after every bad thing, he holds his darling tight and tells them how proud he is of them, how much he "LOVES" them, knowing damn well that he has no clue what love is and this is just unhealthy behavior. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He calls it observing rather than pining lol but he can go on for ages or at least until his darling shows interest in him, too. Thats when he strikes.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? 

Yes and hes in the process of that. Taking away their rights is only the first step of forming an obedient pet .

[collxpsedhexrt]

Matchup tingsss 🥺👉👈

just a warning i type this in a shit post format bc im too scared to talk about myself in a grammatically correct manner because i hate myself

huge note: my type is BIG w big ol shoulders and big and tall and did i mention big so yeah cuddles ok thanks bye i also updated a photo of me- bc i suck at describing my appearance

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ok so anyways lets a gO

NOTE: i dont label my sexuality sorry idc who to swing for ion like swinging i like hugging thanks ok bye also im EXTREMELY mentally and emotionally unstable haha ok thanx 🥺😳💅

꧁𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎꧂

I am 163cm and 190lb (I am also very peculiar about knowing my exact measurements, height, and weight all the time?? Confusion???)

I am one pasty ass bitch despite being (excuse the lele pons moment) LaTiNa👁👄👁,,, I have very long warm black hair that is either wavy or borderline kinky curls no in between,,,, I have amber eyes and have FrEcKlEs everywhere but not like super intense,,, i could probably put a photo (and i will at the end-) bc idk how to describe my ugly ass morbidly obese bleached walrus headass face tbh??

Not to be an annoying basic bitch but i supposedly have an hourglass figure but im more plump so ig i have a more motherly appearance- idk tbh my body dysmorphia says i look like patrick star on my 600lb life so lets get poggers in the chat, tea?? tea sis?? who’d knock me tf up im ugly doe ahaha 👁👄👁

꧁𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢꧂

hngh i never stop apologizing- even if u knock me down multiple times ill keep going back to you and forgiving you, and thats on daddy issues

im an empath and like a lot of spiritual stuff like tarot and stuff,,, wont get too into it bc im inexperienced

GIFTED.CHILD.BURNOUT.

also bc i like gaming i can be “one of the bros” and tbh i LOVE being a semi-stereotypical jock-like gamer boy like “oHH YEASAH *crushes soda can on my head* GAMING TIME BOOOYYYYSSS” and i kinda forget im a girl sometimes bc i (gross warning) can like,,, burp wit da bois 😳👉👈,,,,

I am an INFJ-T (the T means im a shitshow!) and ion wanna get too much into my uh,,, issues w/ eating,,,, but basically lets say it causes a lot of dizziness on my end but like im still obese so its ok lol

also im like,,,,, the runt of the group like literally nobody likes me (at least thats what i tell myself aHEM-)

and also i have eXTREEEEEEEME trust issues like holy fuck nobody can catch a break

Oh shit wait i should say idk what i am in terms of sexuality literally nothing fits me ahaha but i am an afab female lady girl as far as i know bc im not currently in a safe place to explore these things, Jimbo!

also im so sorry for being messy im spacing things out so it can be an organized mess im so so sorry i love you anf thank you for taking your time to read this i love you and appreciate you!!

I am a libra sun, and a pisces moon and rising so that means im a crybaby bitch but to the third power (^3)

oh shit yeah im also a hufflepuff

basically i like to make everyone laugh and im not good with serious shit but when it comes down to it sometimes i can take on a maternal role when comforting friends but u will never get me to admit it..... wait-

꧁𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜꧂

ART ART AND MORE ART OH MY GOD FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK SO MUCH ART- im specifically into the character design and i actually plan on going into game development in coolegg

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i havent sang seriously in like,,,, years tho bc my choir teacher kicked me out the choir bc my brother was having a life saving surgery the day of a performance anD I NEVER FORGOT IT KAREN. meaning ion let shit go like that bc im an insecure and emotionally broken biTCH

ok i love games- from little big planet, outlast 1/2, detroit become human, beyond two souls, TO OVERWATCH YES I LOVE YOU OVERWATCH, and aminal crossigng uwu

ok so anyways i mean yeah uh,,, i also like writing poetry sometimes and writing but im like yuri (ddlc) and cant help but be borderline pretentious with using over complicated words despite my shit grammar here lol

but yeah

i also live on a farm and i love taking care of my chickens duckies turkies andn pheasants mvmvmbm,,,, i lvoe themn,,,,fhfjdjd,,, OMG I USED TO HAVE GOATS AND GUINEA HENS BUT FUCKINGNG CORONA VIRUS MADE IT HARD TO CARE FOR THEM SO WE HAD TO SELL THEM AND HMMMMMMM ANGERY

but on another note i hav doggies and uwu!!! they v cute best dogeis ever 100/10 recommend these dogies,,,,

꧁𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜꧂

im a hermit and quarantine is just fun to me

I have a high pitched voice so my friends deemed me the god of anime voice thank u

But honestly i find my voice creepy, it’s as if my voice is ghostly and haunting. That’s in real life, but say we called on discord.... I’m loud and obnoxious but i always make people laugh, only when im on a call like that does my personality change so much.

im an amazing host tbh,,, “Hey- I have tea, coffee, coffee with foam, water, milk, juice, soda, and i could make you some food!” “Do you want some popcorn? Are you sure? Do you need a blanket? Would you like for me to turn on the humidifier?” I WILL SPOIL PPL ROTTEN WITH LOVE AFFECTION FOOD AND DRINKS GALORE

“hhnngh,,, maybe if im good enough of a host it will fill the void,,,”

oh also i have a weird accent bc im puerto rican

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UPDATE: ADDED LIKES/DISLIKES!!! and love tings

꧁𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎꧂

my love language is physical touch mainly but i can channel it through making food n stuffs uwu

I rarely if ever fall in love. but when i do, i crash hard. I become putty in the person’s hands, willing to take (metaphorical) beating after beating and insults and cruelty just for their love to be reciprocated. I become totally helpless and obsessive, memorizing their schedule and things they like. Treasuring every memory of when we can be physically close to one another, platonically or not... I become my “best self” and my performance rate drastically increases, but my mental state drastically decreases. I become horribly depressed and anxious, always making meticulously calculated movements and always showing that im willing to support them with everything.

I particularly have a thing for tall guys with big shoulders.

꧁𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜꧂

OK THIS IS UNDERRATED BUT I LOOOVE PEWDIEPIE PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST LOVE HIS HUMOR ANDN,,,,, 🥺👉👈

god i just- idk i have mixed feelings abt amberlynn reid bc obviously shes super hurt n stuff but shes done so much crap i just HNNGNHH,,,, ANGERY,,, but i show support sometimes but i aint ever giving her my money by subscribing

I also like (cue the angry mob) fnaf-

homestuck and harry potter r also LIFE

i dont like when ppl are egotistical unless theyre charming,,,, bc if theyre charming i 100% feed their ego.

i HATE when people do self destructive things (IM A FUCKING HYPOCRITE) like “NO- nO dont fRICKIN do that- BAD. here, let me make you some food...”

anyways heres that promised picture if this ugly mug

[angelpparker]

rain ⤳ p.p

rain ⤳ p.p

word count: 1816

a/n: i dedicate this to tom holland’s lip sync battle because its the most important thing in my life as of forever and fvck im obsessed. also legit how the hell do you write kissing scenes im shook. i’m very happy to say that this is one of the only works i’m truly proud of, it’s just near the end that it begins to get sloppy :)) (currently experimenting with second person perspective.)

quote: “PETER BENJAMIN PARKER! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

MASTERLIST

You’re waiting. Your pillow-stacked bed was untouched and perfectly made, as it was the night before, and the night before that. It had been for quite some time, having to be the longest you’ve ever gone without sinking into your mattress. Sure, you were tired, but your mind was wide awake. You were convinced that all of New York City, as the city that never sleeps, had moved into your brain–or perhaps that was just the sleep deprivation getting to you.

The rain outside was beating to a gentle rhythm against your unlocked window, almost turning into a lullaby to lure you into a well-needed sleep. You forced to open your drooping eyelids, ignoring the noticeable black bags beneath your eyes as you glanced at the full-length mirror to your right. In that, your eyes trailed off to the reflection of the window. A singular lamppost shone a bright light through the glass–alone in the dreadful weather.

You gazed longingly at that window as if you were waiting for something to happen there. You were sat on the floor of your bedroom, staring at the dark and wet world you were living in. But you were waiting for something else, other than the rustling of the trees in the wind or the sudden crash of rain to attack your home.

You were waiting for your boyfriend, Peter. The boy who stuttered his way into your heart and stole it by distracting you with science puns, and you didn’t mind. You hadn’t seen him in a few days, apparently, Peter was in Germany. When you asked him why he was, you’d never thought you would ever hear him nervously say that he was a YouTube famous, web-slinging superhero. Yup, everyone’s favourite neighbourhood Spider-Man.

He came home the day before and told you everything over the phone. Peter was in Germany, wearing a red and blue spandex suit, shooting webs in an evacuated airport with the Avengers while you paced back and forth in your bedroom, wondering if he was okay. Turns out, Captain America beat him up, but he still managed to steal his shield–not for long, though.

As relieving as it was to hear his voice through the phone, you had to see him in person. You weren’t sleeping because you needed him and you had to know that he was okay. Sometimes you wonder if it was better off for your sanity if he didn’t tell you about his secret.

You were scared. What if, one day, he gets back from patrolling with more than a black eye? And God forbid, what if, one day, he doesn’t come back at all? Your throat closes up at that thought, eyes burning. You confronted him about it when he told you that he was heading to Germany, after breaking it to you that he was Spider-Man.

”No more ‘what if’s’, Y/N. Don’t bother taking the safe route–your boyfriend is Spider-Man.”

“You know, I like it when you call yourself my boyfriend.”

“O-Oh.”

No more what if’s. While you recalled that moment, you heard the window sliding open from the outside. You snapped your attention to the mirror and saw its reflection. There was a familiar figure leaning against the window sill, water droplets dripping from their hair. They stepped inside and stood there, waiting for you to do something.

He’s home. Finally.

“Hey, Y/N,” he broke the silence and awkwardly waved.

You jumped to your feet and ran towards Peter, using all of your energy to jump at him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he caught you, holding you up by your thighs as your legs circled around his hips. You leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, gazing down to meet his gorgeous orbs you’ve been longing to look at. You two stared at each other, searching each other’s eyes. You noticed a dark, purple bruise surrounding Peter’s right eye and suddenly you felt a pang of worry strike you in the pool of excitement.

“Oh, Peter, what–”

His eyes shut, he cut you off mid-sentence, slamming his chapped lips into yours. It didn’t take long for you to react. Your eyes fluttered shut and you melted into his craving touch. With racing hearts, you slowly trailed your fingers up the back of his neck, tugging at Peter’s chocolate brown curls. He groaned against your mouth and held you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. Peter tasted like your favourite flavoured chapstick, and the corners of your lips tugged into a small smile. You raked your hand through his messy hair, making his knees feel weak.

The two of you forgot about the rain and his bruise. You forgot that you need sleep. The world is silent for a moment, and the both of you are satisfied. This is what you were waiting for. Him and him alone.

Peter pulled away first, in desperate need of air. You sucked in a harsh breath, still staring at the boy in affection and awe. Your lips tingled, only wanting more. He met your eyes once more, grinning ear-to-ear. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you blushed, thankful that it was dark.

Peter leaned down and softly kissed you again. “I missed you, beautiful,” he mumbled against your lips.

You rested your head on his shoulder and tickled his ear with the tip of your nose. “I missed you, too.”

The two of you stayed there in silence, breathing in each other’s scent and enjoying their company. You began to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, and you smirked when you felt him tense. Peter rubbed your back soothingly, running his cold fingertips along your spine, making you shiver.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” he realised out loud, taking notice of the bags under your eyes and your drained face, “w-was it because I was gone?”

You shrugged, rubbing your eyes as he kissed your temple. You unwrapped your legs from his hips and dropped to the floor, your arms going around his waist. Peter sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek with his hand. You leaned into him, your eyes nearly closing.

“Let’s go to bed, okay?” Peter offered, watching your head fall onto his chest.

“No! I wanna do something with you,” you whined like a child, poking him in the side.

Peter mentally agreed. He, too, wanted to do something with you. Anything and everything. But he grew more and more concerned whenever you let out a yawn and loosened your grip on him. Peter looked out and was faced with endless rain and depressing weather. His face brightened.

“Dance with me,” he said simply.

“Here? We don’t have music,” you laughed softly.

Peter took your wrist and intertwined your hands together, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. “In the rain,” he corrected, “and we don’t need music.”

You raised your eyebrows and followed his gaze, seeing the large storm. “What if we get sick?”

He narrowed his eyes towards you and yanked your hand towards the window as Peter stepped over the window sill. He was more than grateful that your room was on the first floor of your two-storey house, otherwise, moving down to dance in the rain would be a bit more difficult for the both of them. Also, sneaking out on secret dates from your parents–that, too.

“What did I tell you about what if’s?”

You rolled your eyes and quickly slipped into some worn out sneakers, following him. As you escaped the comfort of your bedroom, the violent wind clashed with your hair and exposed skin.

“If we get sick, it’s your fault,” you reminded him.

“Of course. My fault completely.”

The rain fell on top of you, your hair nearly entirely soaked. Peter let out a playful laugh as he raised both of your hands and twirled you around. You chuckled, skipping onto the sidewalk with him on your tail. You stood on the tips of your toes, raising Peter’s hand and twirling him as he did with you–just not as well. He snorted adorably, taking both of your hands and began shaking his hips.

“Oh my God,” you squealed, face-palming as a small smirk crossed his lips.

You tugged him closer and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Peter smiled, running a hand through his soaking hair. He soon untangled his fingers from yours and clasped his hands around your waist, lifting you up and spinning until you both got dizzy.

“This is so cliché!” you exclaimed, shaking your head like a wet dog.

You yelped as he dropped you suddenly, your feet meeting the floor all too quickly and you fell to your butt on the wet concrete. Peter widened his eyes and fought the growing urge to laugh, but he couldn’t find the strength to and burst out into fits of giggles. You glared at him and within a second, you were up and chasing him down the street.

It was hard trying not to crack a smile. Even if you were a tiny bit pissed, this boy made it impossible to be mad at him–and he knew it.

“PETER BENJAMIN PARKER! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

“I-I’M SORRY!” Peter choked out, his stomach hurting from laughing so much.

He peered over his shoulder and stopped running, waiting for you to catch up. As you did, you found yourself punching Peter in the shoulder. He smiled when it had no effect on him whatsoever, and you wanted to slap that off his face when you saw it.

“Shut up,” you muttered, shaking in the cold and hiding your face in his chest, “I’m cold.”

He brought you closer to him with both arms draped across your shoulders. The rain poured over the top of you two and yet, you couldn’t be bothered moving out of it. Peter didn’t mind it at all. Just you, him, and the annoying rain that made your clothes stick to your skin. The two of you have never felt so complete and happy in a long time.

You both knew–those who say sunshine brings happiness, obviously have never danced in the rain.

“I love you,” you told him for the millionth time, smiling up at him.

Peter’s heart melted. He truly believed that your smile could light up the whole world, and maybe if the world stopped and looked at you, everything would be okay. He loved everything about you, but that smile was something else.

“I love you more.”

And he closed the distance between you two.

A-Achoo!

“How did you two get sick at the same time?” your mother had her hands on her hips, staring the both of you down.

“It was Peter’s fault.”

Peter sighed, nodding along. “Of course. My fault completely.”