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YES. YES I WOULD and whats with the "I wouldn't" in the back 😔😔
#how cruel#he would peck at me#and probably shit everywhere#BUT I WOULD STILL LOVE HIM#also i never knew a chicken could look so serious#and angry#sdv shane#stardew shane#shane sdv#stardew valley#shaneposting#strawpage#shanerot#shanepilled
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Were they animals, that music could move them so ?
#Elvis Presley#David Bowie#Fleetwood Mac#Michael Jackson#Lana del Rey#Bjork#Orville Peck#Animal Album Series#long post#All of the art that I do (that isn't for work) is self indulgent (to varying degrees)#But this is pretty out there.#Solely caters to me and only me#my art#Fact : Elvis reminds me of a handful of animals none of which are actually a lion#Tigers yes#But above all : Horses !#I would have made him a bronco if I hadn't already committed to the idea of making Orville a unicorn#and y'know#he's the king and all#it just made sense#-grabs your shoulders- BUT *you* have to know that I think his government assigned fursona is a stallion#-being hauled away to the loony bin- HE'S A TENNESSEE STUD
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WE ARE | EP16
#we are#we are the series#we are series#tanfang#aou thanaboon#aouboom#boom tharatorn#my edits#weareedit#AOUBOOM MAIN LEADS WHEN???#i do appreciate them and the way they’ve been portraying tanfang#i know tan was a bit over the top 99% of the time#but every scene and touch felt so genuine#and i’m not gonna credit that to new#bc he wasn’t able to direct ppw in a way that didn’t make their kisses look a bit awkward#i know scenes have to look aesthetically pleasing in some way#and that’s why we keep having to deal the ‘no one would kiss with this much space for jesus between each other’ complaints#but like look at aouboom here#this is mostly them and their acting choices in my humble opinion#and don’t get me started on the pecks#ppw BARELY touched the other one’s lips when they had to do a peck kiss#like cmon the difference between ppw and aouboom pecks is insane#i’m sorry for picking on ppw but i’m a bit sad that some of their romantic scenes were a bit lackluster#especially that very last kiss which tbh i rather wouldn’t have seen bc it felt a bit awkward to me#but that may be just me#i need new to get a bit more frisky with kiss scenes when it comes to his directing#bc i feel like friskier kiss scenes only happen when the actors mostly do their thing after finding out what the director wants#(maybe i’m completely wrong about new but tkdkfdkddkdk)#and don’t get me wrong idgaf if there are kisses or not but if there’s a kiss scene you should commit instead of holding yourself back idk#and ppw definitely need a better director to help them achieve that bc jojo was definitely better at directing them
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST REIGEN!!
everyone thanks you for entering their lives :')
#i like making reigen sob his ass off... hes an ugly crier for sure#the balloons were each drawn by the three of them tee hee#dont think i have to say this but plz dont...tag *yknow what ship* ...not trying to spark a fire im a bit worried of ppl misinterpreting?#mob is very dear to reigen their bond is extraordinary... i feel like a peck on the cheek would be normal to them yknow what i mean#i dont see them necessarily as father and son but more like brothers/cousins/family friends... but more complex i suppose#the point is that they saved each other so a kiss on the cheek as a thank you would make sense!#also once again this looks like serirei art but it isnt... im not capable of making them not look gay am i... good god im a mess!#im just glad i finished something for his bday i wouldve kicked the shit outta myself for missing it#actually i did a bit of the reigenweek prompts let me finish some of those... i got the reigen bug lately and draw him lots :)#my art#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#shigeo kageyama#serizawa katsuya#ekubo
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Vincent Price and Gregory Peck --
Keys of the Kingdom (1946)
#vincent price#keys of the kingdom#vincent in a cassock....?#omfg sir!!#i have sinned#gregory peck#theres no heterosexual explanation for the way they look at one another#if Vinny looked at me like that...#it would be fucking over#hes so hot#so sexy#he gained weight for this role#bicon#bisexual#horror#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome#gif#gifs made by me#gifs#gif set#my gifs
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Hello Mia! I would really like to read a headcanon with suit saeran where he gets very jealous to see how he would react, please!!
"...I don't like them all ogling you."
Saeran's voice was a strange combination of a growl and a grumble, not nearly as loud and boisterous as you would usually anticipate from him. If you had not been standing just inches away from him, you would have been unable to hear him at all. Not with all the muffled chatter and music flowing throughout the vast ballroom and sneaking its way into your every sense. When you looked over at him, his face was turned away from you, his bangs framing his delicate facial features in a way that highly limited your vision from your current spot. However, the way he crossed his arms tightly over his chest was a clear indicator of his sour mood.
Which was... rather ironic, considering your circumstances.
A ball was not what you would expect to see in this place. Nevertheless, that's the closest term you could come up with to describe the odd event you were obligated to attend. Soft classical music was filling the large space you were all cooped up in. Shiny marble floors so clean you could see your own reflection in them staring back at you with all the confusion and unease that's been plaguing you for the entire duration of this odd get-together. Fancy suits and dresses twirling around the spacious room in an elegant, practiced fashion that looked almost fake to the eye. As if those were just dolls gliding about, under the mere pretense of being fellow human beings. All of it was as beautiful as it was uncomfortable, in a very subtle, anxiety-inducing way. You couldn't quite understand the importance or meaning of it all, but you weren't in the position to ask any questions in the first place.
You definitely wouldn't expect to see a ball, of all things, unfolding in this place. Nevertheless, that's the closest term you could come up with to describe the peculiar event you were obligated to attend. Soft classical music was filling the large space you were all cooped up in. Shiny marble floors so clean, you could see your own reflection in them staring back at you with all the confusion and unease that's been plaguing you for the entire duration of this odd get-together. The fanciest of suits and dresses twirled around the spacious room with elegance and ease that looked almost fake to the eye. As if those were just winded up dolls gliding around, only pretending to be alive human beings. All of it was as beautiful as it was also uncomfortable, in a very subtle, anxiety-inducing way. You couldn't quite understand the importance or meaning of it all, but you weren't in the position to ask any questions in the first place.
Saeran suddenly entered your room a few hours earlier without any warning - not that he would ever give you any - threw some clothing on your face, and demanded that you get dressed right away. He only left you alone for your privacy once you directly expressed the need for it. And you were pretty sure you could see a hint of red flush across his face as he stomped back out into the corridor, grumbling under his breath something about you having some nerve to order him around like that.
This man was a mystery that you still had to solve, it's certain.
It wasn't a surprise that the outfit he gave you was black. Despite this, it was still a noticeable contrast to Ray's undeniable preference for soft, pastel tones that would always complement the pinks and whites scattered all throughout your room. Saeran's choice, on the other hand, was a bold one. Standing out so sharply among the softer shades of your environment, instantly bringing your attention to its deep black hue, pulling you in. Nevertheless, it possessed both a stylish and formal appearance to it. The fabric was both thick and smooth to the touch, and the color gave it a sense of poise and elegance when you slipped into it. It was rather pretty once you did put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. The outfit fit snuggly around your hips, hugging you in all the right places and exaggerating your figure in a way that left very little to imagination, but still maintained a subtle sense of humility to it nonetheless. Ray's tastes were quite different from this, with soft fabrics flowing freely all around you, almost drowning you in the light frills and lace. Saeran chose the opposite, whether it was intentional on his part or not.
Though, what was rather surprising to you is... the cut. Specifically, in the chest area. It wasn't anything straight out vulgar, but... well, denying that the neckline was of the lower variety would be rather stupid of you. Despite everything, you were very fond of how it looked on you. It fit you perfectly, and you certainly felt quite attractive as you looked over your own reflection thoughtfully. But it still made you think and ponder. The plunging neckline exposed a lot of skin, especially around your collarbones and teasing just the slightest of glances at your chest.
You contemplated whether it was intentional on Saeran's part or not. However, this would be a rather strange outfit for any normal believer. But you doubted you would get any earnest answers from him. And if he did choose this outfit specifically for you, he would never admit that, anyways. Over his own dead body, maybe. Still, the thought made you laugh to yourself.
Either way, Saeran's reaction once he did see you was... rather stilted, surprisingly. So far, he hasn't said anything to you much all throughout the night. It would have been less polarizing for you if he didn't talk your ears off whenever he entered your room to fill his boredom. Saeran was many things, but quiet wasn't one of them. Actually, he barely even looked at you. Besides the initial wide-eyed look he gave you when you first left your room, that is. For the past few hours you have been here, his face has been stubbornly turned away from you. Yet, he refused to let you wander off on your own either, always barking at you to stick close and grabbing at your arm to drag you after him whenever he needed to get somewhere.
It goes without saying that his gruff comment left you feeling rather bewildered. You looked around the ballroom again, trying to determine who specifically was 'ogling' you, as he seemed to say with such certainty. And aside from the occasional glances in your general direction, you didn't catch on to much. And, anyways, isn't it natural for people to look your way sometimes when you're at a party? Then again, Saeran seemed to lack any experience in parties.
"I... don't think anyone is paying much attention to me, Saeran," you acknowledged, peering over at him with a slightly raised brow, attempting to gauge his response. He puffed out his cheeks and tightened his arms around his chest, indicating that he did not really like your answer.
What was his deal today?
"Uh-huh. Sure," Now he sounded downright sarcastic and even a bit angry. This man's mood swings were incredible, that's for sure. He gave you a quick glance that seemed almost offended. Thus, only confusing you further, "I'm sure you are just ecstatic to finally get out of your room and have everyone staring you down like the prince/ss you are. Makes you feel all high and mighty to get all the attention, doesn't it? So much better than dealing with me, is it not?"
Well, now he has completely lost you. He was annoyed, that was clear, but why or what exactly did you have to do with it was way beyond your understanding. It's not like you even came here on your own volition. He was the one who dragged you out here without as much as asking you or informing you of anything beforehand. And now he's being all petty and even insulting you for that?
"With all due respect, Saeran, I have no idea what you are talking about. No one is staring at me, and it's not like I even had a choice on whether or not I should attend... whatever this is," you gesture around the ballroom briefly, your eyes squinting slightly because of the bright lights coming down from the shiny chandeliers above. Frankly, if you had a choice, you would rather stay in your room. Being around this many people you didn't know made you far too nervous for your liking. So him acting so accusatory with you for nothing did get on your nerves a bit.
After all, you may be patient and on the quieter side of things, but that doesn't mean you would let him unfairly disrespect you like that. If it came to it, you could stand up for yourself just fine, and he wouldn't get any confrontational response from you, either.
In a way, it almost felt like dealing with a needlessly snarling cat.
A low grumble rumbled deep in his throat, almost like a growl of sorts, but it seemed like he was much more subdued in his behavior at this event. It's possible that he didn't want to create a scene in front of everyone. Or, in front of someone specific in particular. Either way, the cold glare he shot your way could probably turn you into stone if he had the ability to do so. You remained calm and quiet despite his unspoken threat, meeting his stare with a calm and quiet demeanor. You weren't about to get angry and petty with him in return, but entertaining his blatant disrespect that seemed more like he was just dumping his sour mood onto you was not something you would just shut up and take, either.
You had respect for both Saeran and yourself.
For a long time, the two of you just stared into each other's eyes without moving or speaking. A scene that probably looked rather bizarre from an outsider's perspective, now that you thought about it. Especially with how increasingly irritated Saeran looked, wordlessly seething at your refusal to back down under his intimidating presence. While also not giving him a chance to lash out at you fairly, since you weren't doing anything hostile or outright disrespectful. From time to time, you seriously contemplated whether he actually wanted you to snap back at him for any reason or another. Well, whatever that reason may be, you were not about to satisfy those desires of his.
Eventually, his gaze lowered before yours does, traveling down your body, and you realized that he was, in fact, now staring at your chest. A notion that felt both bizarre and flustering in a way that made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks heat up significantly. But, you remained still. Mostly out of pride. Or maybe you had a deep sense of curiosity, wanting to see where this will lead you. It was Saeran who first backed off, which was unusual. You saw his throat bob up and down as he swallowed and took a step back from you, once again, turning away from you. For the countless time today.
You began to think that he was intentionally doing this.
"...You could have put on a jacket with that, you know," he muttered rapidly in your general direction without actually focusing on you. Then, he cleared his throat awkwardly, his hand tugging at his collar a bit, in a way that looked like he was merely adjusting it for more comfort. Only, you never saw him fiddling with his collar like that before. No matter how much of a tight fit on him it was.
That was when it dawned on you.
You glanced down at yourself, examining your outfit from your own perspective. Certainly, it was quite revealing. But definitely nothing extreme. However, it was, undeniably, the most amount of skin you've shown in front of him so far.
...Was he embarrassed, perhaps?
The idea seemed amusing to you. And, for some reason, his more reserved demeanor tonight gave you a small boost of confidence you don't usually possess around him.
"-Why? You told me to put it on, so I did as you asked. I figured you wouldn't like me putting my own spin on it," you smiled, leaning slightly closer to him, in a way that would let you lightly touch his arm. And the small shiver his body gave out in response to your action was one that did not escape your watchful eye, "You did say I have bad taste in clothes. Doesn't it satisfy you to see me following your orders with no issue?"
He tightened his jaw, giving you another pointed glare. He was even more furious than before when you called him out like that: "Don't put words into my mouth, toy."
Despite it sounding like a warning, it was a warning you intentionally ignored.
"I thought you wanted an obedient toy, no?"
Your jab seemed to be causing him to snap. He grabbed your elbow and started to drag you away from the bright lights and happy chatter you were bothered by beforehand, without giving you a chance to react. All you could do was yeep from surprise and stumble after him, though you did not try to put up a fight regardless. In fact, you found yourself... grinning ever so slightly as you followed him along, the flutter in your chest increasing in its intensity and making your legs feel lighter with every step you took. In a way, you obtained what you desired. A break from all the randevu you were desperate to escape from.
And maybe you were really a bit weird.
Suddenly, you're in a dimly lit hallway, your back pressing against the wall, and Saeran's breath warming up your cheeks from his hypnotic proximity. The party's muffled sounds reach you just over the door, but they feel like they're so far away at the same time. The party is the last thing you thought about when those cat-like mint irises of his were boring into yours inches away from you, making you want to drown in their alluring hue without a second thought.
"-Oh, so now you're suddenly all quiet," Saeran's words reached your ears with much delay, and your head went blank as you felt the intensity of his presence so close to you, clouding your every sense with him and him alone. He seemed to enjoy your frazzled state of mind, though, judging by the cocky smile on his lips that he gave you.
You gulped. Then, you found yourself saying the very first thing that came to mind without even thinking twice about it: "...Just enjoying the view, is all."
There was another pause where you two just stared at each other's eyes. This time, he seemed to be baffled as he blinked at you repeatedly and didn't have an immediate response to your little quip. You couldn't help but think of how pretty his long lashes looked as he did that.
He got you to act stupid for him exactly as he wanted, and he didn't even realize it.
"Don't be coy with me," Saeran eventually hissed out, seemingly deciding to take a head-on approach to try and hide his puzzlement with your behavior. He leaned even further into you, his chest now brushing over yours from his proximity, and some of his hair fell onto your forehead, tickling the skin with every tiny brush. A strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, making it impossible to focus on anything but him. He took up your every sense. Vision, hearing, scent, touch. He was filling all of it.
It wasn't as bothersome to you as he seemed to think.
"That kind of trick may have worked on Ray, but it will not fool me. So don't even try charming your way out of this, you brat," he carried on with his tirade, completely disregarding the impact he was having on you.
"-You seemed rather interested in my chest earlier, though."
You were clueless about what you were doing, God. It seemed like all the sense of fear and apprehension had disappeared. And while your mind did comprehend that you were probably getting too bold for your own good, you just... didn't really care at all.
Saeran's dumbfounded wide-eyed look was a sight to behold. Part of you had the urge to pull him even closer and kiss that look off of his face.
Maybe then he would finally understand how much you liked him, not just Ray.
"I- You-" The way he stumbled over his own words was almost endearing. You definitely surprised him with that one. But you did not push it any further, nor did you tease him about it. Instead you just watched him closely. Your figure was almost subconsciously glanced at again, and then his face flushed dark crimson and he pulled away abruptly, covering the lower half of his face with his palm and looking away. His reaction was so typical that it was almost cute in some strange way, "Y-You've got some nerve! What is there to look at, anyway!? It's just some skin. You must be very arrogant to think so highly on yourself."
The denial has arrived.
Surprisingly, you did not oppose it. You merely shrugged and gave him a small coy smile: "It's okay, Saeran. I would find myself staring, too, if I could see some of your collarbones peeking out. It's natural."
"-Don't be gross. And I know you're lying, anyways," he frowned at that, giving a look that seemed almost offended, in a way. He huffed, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked away from you again, seemingly not wanting to meet your gaze for whatever reason. You couldn't help but think that his posture looked less threatening and more closed off this time around, "I'm not like you. And I don't need you to pretend to fawn over me, either."
That caused you to frown a little.
Did he... not think that he could be attractive to you? That thought caused you to feel sad. Before you could think about it, you took a small step towards him and reached out with your hand.
"You are very beautiful, Saeran. I'm not lying," you said, your fingertips brushing over his tie just a slight bit. It's likely that he wouldn't even notice that touch beneath all that fabric of his suit. But it's the gesture that counted.
He stared at you again, for the countless time today. However, it didn't last long. With a small huff, he grabbed at your wrist and pulled your hand away from his chest. His touch was far gentler now, though, his fingers just slightly squeezing around your skin.
"You are an idiot," you heard him mumble, followed by a rustle of fabric as he let go of you completely. Before you could voice your rebuttal, a dark form flew into your face, making you squeak from surprise.
It's soon apparent that the mysterious form was not a ghost, but rather Saeran's suit jacket that was flung carelessly over your head. As you pulled the clothing down, you heard him grumble again, though this time in a more commanding tone: "Put that on. And I want you to wear it on you for the rest of the night, you hear me?"
As he got closer to you, his finger abruptly pressed into the center of your chest, making you slightly gasp.
"-That," throughout it all, he maintained direct eye contact with you while muttering, "-is only for me to see. Got it?"
You nodded without hesitation, feeling your heart beating in your chest like a million horses galloping down the race track: "Yes."
"That's a good prince/ss."
That smirk he gave you as he pulled away made you feel as weak in the knees as it frustrated you. You were planning to get him back for that. Your momentary obedience did not mean you were going to be some perfect doll for him. You were merely enamored by the brief but undeniable spark of connection between the two of you. He may have been a tough guy to crack, but you were persistent.
Though, as you went through the remainder of the night, you couldn't but ponder...
...Was that the first time he called you 'prince/ss', without it being a mockery of Ray's pet name for you?
#mystic messenger#mysmes#mysme#mm#saeran choi#suit saeran#mystic messenger saeran#saeran x reader#suit saeran x reader#WE GETTING BACK TO WRITING FOR MM WITH THIS ONE 🗣🗣🗣❗❗❗❗💥💥🔥#was super fun to write!! i love this grumpy little guy with all my heart#so i kinda wanted to make it more spicy#but#thing is#i interpret suit as the LEAST capable of making a move on you i'm sorry 😭#he's all bark and no bite#you'll have ray making out with you sooner than suit will give you a single peck#don't get me wrong#he's very infatuated with you#it's just that he's a tangled mess of emotions#also!!! i hope i made it gender neutral eugh#like if you're a guy he would appreciate seeing your collarbones too!!#guys' collarbones are so pretty u kidding???#all jokes aside you can imagine yourself in a dress or a suit - it's up to you!!
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50s or 60s au idk where homophobia isn't like um. real <3 and will is a poor prep and mike is a rich greaser and it's all cute and gay.
will wants mike to give him a ride on his motorcycle and pouts at him until he relents (as if mike hasn't been daydreaming abt this scenario for ages). mike's brain short circuits the first time he feels will hold on to him, and his heart threatens to leap out of his chest whenever he starts giggling and woo!-ing in his ear.
they often share a milkshake at benny's burgers where will talks and talks and talks and mike makes the conscious and incredibly valiant, taxing effort to pay equal enough attention to both him and his lips. (will flicks some of the milkshake glass's condensation at him and tells him my eyes are up here, mike.)
mike lets will eat the cherry n kisses away the whipped cream from the corner of his lips. he very chivalrously and mercifully does not comment on how red will blushes after, because he's a very good boyfriend. (he waits until later to bring it up ofc, specifically when will's gotten a little smug and off-guard.)
will is always locking arms with him and mike is always putting his arm around will's shoulders. mike gives will his leather jacket when will's cold and will ignores mike's many protests and just shoves his still-warm sweater over mike's head whenever he's CLEARLY shivering but refusing to so much as admit tht it's even a bit nippy outside.
will fixes his hair for him after and tells him while giggling that he looks like an angry bird right now. mike just blows his hair out of his face and glares at him without any bite to it bc he turns into a softie around will sure but also bc he's kind of screaming inside at the fact tht will's sweater smells just like him which means he'll smell just like him now and it's so warm and Oh My God He Was Wearing This And Now I'm Wearing It And That's Kind Of Like A Hug If You Think About It And—
#byler#will n lucas being preps and mike n max being greasers.....#😈😈 <- me when i think of silly lil byler aus that bring me such Peace n Joy#jus the thought of will blinking at mike whose teeth are chattering and jus . fucking pulling his sweater off and mike is 🤨❓ before#will steps closer and then he's like nO /WILL/ NO STOP I TOLD YOU I'M NOT COLD IT'S FI—(muffled noises) bc will's shoving this#thing over his head whether mike likes it or not until mike finally accepts defeat and lets will put his arms thru the sleeves n jus#😒😒😒😒😒's at him looking like a ruffled baby chicken. while will is trying fruitlessly to fix his hair and stifle his own laughter#before he eventually gives up and jus caresses mike's handsome freckled face and gives him a sweet peck#mike huffs n tells him that he's Clearly been a bad influence on him bc the will he knew would Never have manhandled him like tht#teehehehehheheheheheheh#mine#byler au
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Prompt game - zekina, game
It was the second time their friend group had played spin the bottle. Tina was vibrating with excitement; she was going to get to kiss someone tonight, hopefully Jimmy Jr.
Tina's spun..."Shit," she thought, leaning into the centre of the circle of teens.
"My dreams are coming true" thought Zeke, moving towards her, the bottle neck pointing at him.
Their lips touched and Tina felt fireworks like she never had with any of the other boys she'd kissed.
#thanks for the ask!#for pom#i know theyve maybe kissed before in cannon#but it was all quick pecks that zeke didnt have a chance to reciprocate#and i think if he actuallt gets to kiss her back it would change her mind ok#dont blame me#zekina#zeke x tina#bobs burgers HC#bobs burgers#prompt game#zuchinni answers#spin the bottle#game
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#LISTEN#I can't even put into words the squishy feeling this gave me#he's sooooooo soft and tender#his eyes lingering closed#even for just a teeny lil peck#from this person who just called him a mess and turned him down#he's soooo lonely#he's so husband shaped#how can you not want to just sit there and kiss him forever#when he does that#the way he looks at her as she approaches too#i'm losing my mind#actually grateful they never showed us an onscreen Ted kiss until now#I would have combusted#I wouldn't have made it#anyway#ted lasso#ted lasso edit#tedlassoedit#ted lasso s3 spoilers#teddy boy#my edit#soft ted
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Let's play fuck, marry, kill, make your choices wisely 😉
✦゜ANSWERED: I wasn't sure if you were talkin about me or the main cast, so feel free to clarify/ask again!! Also!! Y'all are welcome to let me know who you'd fuck, marry, and kill in the replies >:3
Kiss: Elanor (on da cheek) Marry: Ren (my pink househusband) or Violet (my cottagecore wife) Kill: your landlord <3
#It doesn't feel right for me to fuck any of the cast gjsdhjdsjg#I'm not really into dilfs (old white men who fetishise my culture ruined it for me) but I'd give Conan many kithes#Maybe Teo too just to see what it's like lmao#I'd also marry Kiara but she'd be too busy with work to spend time with me T_T#U know what.... I might even marry Olivia too so we can reap those tax benifits together#I'd only kiss Leon bc he WOULD get sand everywhere (and I refuse to be with someone with a better ass than me /j)#I'd also kiss Moth but not marry them because I KNOW they'd watch the newest ep of BNHA instead of attending our wedding (we're da same)#Jae likes men and I like women. A peck on da cheek it is <3#💌 — answered.#🖤 — shut up sai.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#💜 — 14dwy memes.
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This whole scene deserves an oscar
The A-Team 4x21 'The trouble with Harry'
#murdock dear the pretty one is by your side#not me maniacally watching Face's hands keep touching murdock suit and moving around him like he is a precious and fragile little thing#and Face constant reassuring words about murdock appereance#*heavy breathing*#and Face even bought that suit for him#like he went in a luxury fashion shop to purchase with his money a suit especially for murdock#of the right size style and color that would fit the pilot#im unwell#oh and hannibal not giving a shit about face date with murdock of course lmao#and murdock leaving his scent on Face's seat omg#and the phone gag#the a team#templeton peck#facedock#hm murdock#gifs
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i'm slowly thinking about a hsr for my OC. he's a foxian who currently operates in a bar in penacony. he's got some sussy background but he's sort of just your local guy. he knows alot of stuff. he tends to be the sort of person other's give over information to without really realising they have. ( his name is ki and he's the love of my life ) his original lore was that he was a harvest deity whose village was pillage and burnt to the ground, after wandering for some time, decades later, the land was going to be levelled in order for construction of some description which led to him losing control and ending up attacking the workers. leading to someone who was relevant in working with the supernatural coming and engaging with him which ended up with a contract being forged between the two and Ki finding a new lease on life. ( im trying to work out which aeon he might fall under, who he might work for in a hsr verse if anyone at all,, but he's really cute and u should write with him )
#i comissioned this art through an old mutual !!! idk where they are now which makes me so sad but.#if anyone DOES want to plot / write with my oc ??? in any verse truly#i haven't had the chance to write an original character in a very long time#Ki was the name given to him by the person who he formed a contract with as his old name was forgotten during his madness#it would be kinda cool if someone higher up in some pecking order in hsr was also the person who named / gave him his identity#ooc.
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is there any information about Annabelle? yeah, strange question maybe, but i'm genuinely curious!! I want to write a post canon fluffy fic about Dutch and Annabelle, but don't exactly know much about her.
is she even spoken about? or is the only crumb of information during that scene between Colm and Dutch where they're arguing about "oh but you killed my brother wah wah" "yeah well i liked annabelle" ( im obv kidding its much more complex than that yes ik ). I also know of it just being sprinkled into the story here, and there(?), but other than that it doesn't seem to be brought up into the game as much??
like i wana know about her more :(( i just recently wrote down her design since i cant art, but im itching for smth. what is that smth, man, idk, but im itching for it
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr2 community#okay so#i hsve a vision#bear with me#i think they're neat#would prob be rhat couple that is really cute#like the type of- you see them and think “ohh man i rlly need that”#they kiss ALL THE TIME#but its not making out#its cutie little pecks on the lips or cheek#or dutch will kiss her knuckles#and annie kisses his nose#like theyre rlly soft with eachother and always cater to one anothers needs#if annie sees that dutch is pushing himself too much she'll convince him to come lsy down#come and cuddle with her - and he just cant say no#ANdfs if shes overworking herself with chores in camp he's the first to check in#asking even if he knows the answer bcs he respects her and doesnt want to come off as pushy#but he'll still offer that they go out - maybe get dinner - or go on a walk through the woods#so she can get a breath of fresh air ( and away from ms grimshaw/j i love susan sm id never diss her shut up)#idk i just imagine theyre so loveu dovey that it hurts me snsmsm
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thought of javier lol need to die
#lamb.talks#the way he loves + can i be so fr. the things javier would for a peck on lips makes me insane
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i just saw someone call oroc himaru morally grey ill eat us both alive he litearlly stole babies so he could commit as many experiemtsn on them as possible he probably was eating people in his dinky ass lab what do u mean morally grey i mean hes litearlly pronouns so i like him what are u on about tho
#orochimaru would poke a newborn baby with random needles he found outside to see whta would happen and then get another one and do it again#n thats so funny tho bnecause orochimaru is actually such a good parent to mitsuki its insane?#not the first one apperently though he had to mess the first one up well ok someone had to have eldest daughter trauma#but the second attempt is litearlly a pure angel of sweetness i mean he is litearlly blue hes so cute#do you think kabuto ever stares at mitsuki and wants to throw rocks at his head bc if u think about it the only other person#who orochimaru was a real parent to was kabuto he stole that kid right after brainwashing his adoptive mother and had him for YEARSSSRRSES#i love orochimaru but kabuto should have been able to peck out orochimaru's liver every morning with his fucking teeth and claws also for w#what he did tto him. idk how kabuto turned out a sliver of normal and is able to run an orphanage#he ruined his entire body for life because he was like if i just fuse my new mommys dna with mine he wont be able to leave me#like my old one did#i think if you would have left orochimaru's corpse with kabuto in a locked room he would have eaten that thing with his hands within 10 min#i love talking about orochimaru's corpse. hes litearlly fine he came back. he litearlly just came back i hate this anime#i miss kabuto i miss kabuto i love kabuto i love kabuto
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SLAMS IN HERE ( in the queue ) TO YELL!!! cyrillo might not have scars from wounds he gets as a vampire, but he certainly has scars from his death and the fighting and torture he suffered prior to that. he has scars upon his abdomen from being stabbed and slashed at ( some mid-battle and some which happened after being captured ); he's got scars upon his back after being caught by enemy soldiers and tortured for information; he's got scars on his wrists from where he was tied up on a post and left to die. he even has little, faded scars on his hands from his youth.
the scars on his wrists are cyrillo's most personal, and they're the reason why he wears gloves 90% of the time. he isn't ashamed of them -- he would make the same decision again to desert the army and look after his family, and he isn't ashamed that he was caught because it was bound to happen. he keeps those scars hidden because they are a physical reminder of his wife and child, and openly showing his wrists means openly sharing their memory with whoever asks about them or being forced to lie about the significance of his scars.
cyrillo gives a lot of himself to others, i think, but this is one thing he prefers to keep for himself and a select few others. while he can remember his family fondly without feeling upset, there is a certain melancholy and wistfulness that surrounds their memory. prior to encountering bronwyn, cyrillo has no idea what became of them. they are the one topic in which he does feel some regret, so he just!! would prefer anyone who sees his wrists is someone he feels deeply comfortable with.
#someone listen to him and tell him he did the best he could as a husband and father bc he really did :'(((#and also kiss his poor wrists bc he endured so much back then#also not me realizing that he would have a nasty scar where bronwyn pecked at his chest to get to his heart---#my gosh pls be so gentle with him at least once bc i think it would get to him emotionally#he'd try to kinda joke and shrug it off but he's a liar he's totally choking on tears at some point i'm so sure#i'm very emotional about this vampire lad help ;;;;;;#headcanons | cyrillo
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