#he’s not a kin of mine I���m just saying like

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would the suitors reaction be when their wife ( Crewle daughter) is pregnant with triplets? And meeting the kids after birth?

With Ruggie, Jack, Lions, Malleus, Silver, Trey, Vil and Ace

Triplets Are Here | Yandere Twisted Wonderland Crewel Daughter

Ruggie Bucci

“What can I say I’m a beast in bed!” 

He’s not going to act like it even could have been inherited to you

He’s got a whole new air of confidence

Not only does he have the woman of his dreams 

But he knocked her up times three

Hopefully that will squash anyone else’s delusions about being with you

Either way he doesn’t mind getting rid of them the old fashioned way

“Awww they look like we had babies! Oh wait-”

“Just focus on feeding that one.”

“Yes Mama!” 

Jack Howl

“...!”

“Jack?”

“!!!!”

“Jack?!”

“!!!!”

“If you faint now, I won’t catch you!”

This is the best news 

A strong litter, a perfect mate

He’s protecting his already larger than average pack

“Back away or I will not hesitate to end your life. I’ve got four lives to protect now.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Geez…three?”

“Don’t make that face.”

“What face? I’m just surprised you took me so well.”

He has mixed feelings about it

Especially when he’s catering to you as your belly swells to an almost unbelievable size

And you groan in pain

“Why don’t the brats just get here. I hate seeing you in pain.”

He’s heard of other lions so jealous they kill their kin

But as he holds the little bundles he can’t begin to fathom it

He might just cry

Malleus Draconia

“If you and I were not made for each other, theres noway this could be.”

He’s ecstatic 

But the entirety of Briar Valley and the world around you must be made to cater to you

Devoted to your comfort and health above all else 

he even struggles to let Crewel see you

“Nothing will ever hurt my loves. My babes. My wive. I’d curse the world for you.”

Genocide Murder spree ensues should there be any pain or assassination attempts

No one’s so much as flicking you 

He’d sooner rend them to ash

Silver

“Three…at the same time…?”

“Yes so we’ll have to get three times the baby equipment and–Silver?”

“Three…in…you?”

He’s barely processing any of it 

Even when he’s practically carrying the four of you as you waddle places

“Our babies…”

“Aren’t they precious they have your eyes!”

“M-m-my eyes-? Agh-!”

“Its okay babe this is a good time to cry.”

“H-how did Dad do it!? I-I’m never letting any of you leave me!”

Any protective traits are amplified even higher

And if there was ever a time he refused to kill anyone in his pursuit for love

That has long since past

Trey Clover 

“Well I did always say I wanted a big family!”

He’s thrilled to see your tummy rounding with his children

All while you incessantly demand for his sweets and cooking

And he’s jumping to his tooth brush after a rough morning 

But its all made even better when they arrive

Little mixes of his love and himself 

“They’ll have the cutest little teeth!”

He definitely saves them when they get older

But he’s the perfect papa

Poisoned sweets and all

Vil Schoenheit

“We’ll be parents…is that registering?”

“Barely. When we agreed to marry I doubted ever moving further than that.”

“Does it make you unhappy?”

“Not in the slightest.”

He’s brimming with anxiety 

Worry eating away as he contemplates his own jealousy and the excitement of having a  child

It doesn’t become much easier when the triplets arrive

He despises the paparazzi 

So much so he’s willing to set his rabid fans on them

Purge them of every photo of his adorable babes

He’s the only one who gets the honor

A dazzling photo of your delivery is only for his eyes

Doxx the peeping toms

“They’re all mine. I’m willing to lose everything for them.”

Ace Trappola

“Dang! I really am amazing–Ow! Joking, joking.”

He couldn’t be happier

What better way to prove his love ownership of the sexiest woman alive if it weren’t for the giant round belly you had

And soon to be three little rascals that are further testaments of his status

He’ll whine about things 

Probably more than you 

But in the end he’s glowing with pride as you look down at your freshly born babies

“Ehehe they can’t deny that I may have children for days but I’ve got game.”

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

—————————————————————————

"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — — 

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

[marbl3z]

✩°｡⋆ Even you can melt this cold heart of mine. ⸜ 🎧✮

Modern!scaramouche x fem reader

CW ;; teasing, swear words, Scara bullies you /aff, kissing, cuddling, he's being mean :(, a little suggestive, gamer bf scara x soft gf reader, sweet nicknames. He calls you dumb /aff

Names used for Scaramouche ;; Kuni, Scara.

A/N :; I was c.ai and decided this was my next fic idea hehe . I hope he's not ooc, I literally kin him sm

You're downstairs as you hear your short tempered boyfriend yell and a sudden slam of his controller. You sigh as you finish making his lunch. You walk up the stairs your steps are quiet and soft. Various sounds echoing from his door, clicking of his mouse, quick and angry typing on his keyboard, and grumbling.

Knocking four times lightly on his door you step into his room, his angry expression meets your soft one. His eyes softening for a moment before he turns back to his monitor and squirms as he attempts to fight back in his game. You place the plate down onto his desk, wanting to give him head scratch and a quick kiss. You step towards him, your eyes softening at his messy dark blue hair— a sudden slam and an angry groan escaping his lips as he dies in the game.

"Loud.." you whine quietly, your hands flying to cover your ears. He meets your eyes, he looks slightly concerned before smirking. Placing his controller down.

"You're such a baby," he says pushing his headphones off his ears, rolling his chair back and turning towards you.

"you were being really loud though.." you pout, ignoring his smirk.

"hmm, yeah?" He hums. "You're just a little baby, a dumb sensitive baby," he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm not dumb," you retort, he makes soft "tsk" sounds. His smirk widens.

"Mhm, you're my dumb little puppy," he grins even wider as he meets your big doe eyes. Your cheeks dusted red.

You shake your head "no" and he tuts at you once again, pressing his lips to your clothed tummy. You make a "hmph" noise as you turn away from him. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands on your hips.

"dumb little baby, can't do anything on her own," he mocks, you know he doesn't mean any of this seriously. He loves bullying you in a loving way. He always made sure he never went too far despite his short temper and mean personality.

"shut up," you pout, resting your head on his shoulder. His hands hold the small of your back, hugging you closer to his body.

"hmm," he hums again, faking sympathy with you. "Yeah?" He coos in your ear, pressing his lips against your jawline. Rubbing his hands lovingly on your back despite his voice mocking you.

"It hurt my ears when you made loud noises," you complain, he kisses your cheek.

"yeah, baby? Was I? 'm sorry" he fakes his apology, loving how pouty you were, It made his heart melt when you stuck out your bottom lip and pretended to be so so angry with him.

"you're lying," you meet his eyes, and he smirks.

"am I? How do you know? Maybe I'm being sincere," he hushes the beginning of your response with a kiss on your lips, a chuckle escaping his throat as he pulls away. "You look so silly, so upset but so cute,"

"mm." You whine, wrapping your arms over his neck, situating yourself on his lap. "Mean.."

"I know, I know," he rested his chin on the top of your head. " 'm sorry, babydoll. " he hugs your waist, adjusting your legs so he can roll the chair back to the computer desk.

" 'm upset with you," you mumble, your breath tickling his adams apple.

"awwh, yeah?" He hums, one hand on your back and the other on his mouse. " we can't have that now, can we?" He teased, rubbing your back gently.

You sit like that for a moment, his eyes on his screen and eventually he removes his hand from your back to play a game on his PC. You try to ignore the tiny growls and groans he would make everytime something didn't go like he wanted it to. You roll your eyes when you hear a faint stomp of his foot, leaning back in his chair, glaring at his screen before meeting your eyes.

"What?" he questions, playing it off as he wasn't just raging over a game. you roll your eyes, ignoring his gaze. pulling your phone out and playing a cute slow paced mobile game, your head pressed against his chest.

"that's such a baby game." He snorts hearing the faint music from your phone speaker.

"You're a baby." You grumble, enjoying your cute game.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're the baby here." he teases once more.

"then, you're a brat." You lean your ear against his chest, getting comfortable.

"I'm a brat? Well, you're spoiled." He wraps his arms around your frame, spinning in the chair before lifting you up and plopping you on the bed.

"waah—" your head is dizzy but your body meets the soft plush of his duvet, sinking into the mattress. You pull your legs up to your chest, your phone long forgotten.

"no more games for now, I think that's a good idea." He grins at you, before pouncing onto you and tickling you for being so pouty at him earlier.

"nO NONONO!— HAHA- KUNI NOOO" you yell and squirm trying to kick him away. His slender fingers finding all of your ticklish spots, his grin widens as tears from in your eyes as your arms and legs fail as an attempt to shoo him away.

"okay okay, I'll stop I promise" he chuckles as he sees that you had backed yourself into a corner with a goofy smile on your face; out of breath. He sits on top of his bed, holding his hand out for you to take. You hesitate before scooting closer to him and he grins once again.

"I'll fight you—" you start, your defense going up as you see that signature grin on his face.

"I'm not doing anything!" He throws his hands up, as if he was surrendering.

You slowly trust him again, scooting closer and he pulls you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as he sighs. Leaning back onto the bed, your thighs straddling him. He rubs your upper thigh a soft smile on his face as you lean over top of him, your arms crossed on his chest and you close your eyes.

"you're pretty cute, you know." He mumbles.

"you never ate your lunch." You snicker as he sighs once more.

"Yeah, my pretty doll came and distracted me." He squeezes your thigh lovingly sitting up. He presses a long kiss on your cheek, before repeating it onto your forehead and lips. Your cheeks flushed with the loving squeeze. He snickers quietly noticing your flushy expression. "You liked it that much? D'aww." He teased, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath on your collarbone, you shiver slightly at him pulling you closer.

"Scara, please remember to eat," you coo, kissing the outer shell of his ear. He hums as he presses more kisses to your skin, pulling you closer to his body by your rear. "scaraaa," you whine as he grazes his teeth over your unmarked skin.

"Hmmm, what babydoll?" He hums, pulling away from your neck.

"not right now," he tilts his head to the side with a stupid smirk on his face.

"What not right now?" He smiles playing dumb. "I wasn't doing anything, what were you thinking of? Hmm? You're thinking of naughty stuff?" He chuckles.

"you were going to bite me!" you whine once again, your cheeks flushed pink and you softly hit his chest with your tiny fists.

"nuh-uh i dont think i classify it as 'biting', rather i'd like to say putting my name on things thats mine," he smirks leaning back to your neck.

"you're so territorial.." you whine wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him. "you're basically a cat.."

he grazes his teeth over your collarbone, a soft hum escapes his throat. he sinks down biting onto the soft skin of his cute soft girl, a gasp emits from your throat as he continues to kiss and nibble the sensitive skin. holding you by the waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

its a heartwarming sight.

--

falls to the floor,. i tried to make this as cute as i could,, scara is really hard to write for

i hope you guys liked this one <;33

[filmorgue]

Daphne exits the elevator leading up to her floor then wheeled her luggage towards the apartment she was assigned. She walks inside taking in her bearings and glance around the room.

D: Well this is cozy. Not to kin on the color choice or style but it's not the end of the world

She noticed a box in the middle of the room. "Who's box?" she wonder to herself until she heard a door open.

M: Oh hey, you must be my new roommate. Welcome my names Majesty

She held her hand out for a handshake. "It was the girl from HQ" Daphne thought to herself almost flustered. Nonetheless she reciprocate the gesture

D: I'm Daphne, its nice to meet you *grabs her hand*

She gasped yanking her hand away

D: What the hell was that? *mumbles*

M: Is everything okay?

D: Um yeah, I'm fine

M: Good. So you're a freshman? I'm just guessing because I haven't seen you around

D: Yes, I missed enrollment last year but I made sure to stay on top of it this year

M: *chuckles* I understand. Seems like just yesterday I was freshmen, well, it kind of was but I'm glad I made it to my sophomore year

D: That rough?

M: You can say that but I don't think it was that bad. As long as you don't got Mr. Furdinand. He literally has a pop quiz every week but thank goodness for my good memory

D: Yikes, I hate quizzes in general

M: *smile* I'm sure you'll do just fine

Her smile was captivating, a delightful distraction that drew Daphne in completely. But what was that vision she experienced? Daphne had never encountered anything so vivid before. It was as if she had stepped outside of herself, even if only for a fleeting moment. The warmth of her breath brushed against Daphne's neck, and her hands enveloped her body, creating a sensation of pure ecstasy. As she turned her gaze, she noticed her lips moving. Wow, now that was a true daydream…

D: *clears throat* Sorry forgive me. Can you repeat your statement?

M: Oh I said hopefully you feel right at home. Your room is to the left of mines and bathroom straight cross from you. Feel free to decorate the living room how want. I'm hardly home anyways

D: Right, thank you

M: No problem, I'm gonna go finish moving my stuff around but if you have any questions or just need someone to talk to. I'm your gal

Daphne nodded her head and thanked her again under her breath as she watched her walk away back into her room

Her scent remained in the air, what a pleasant smell. Chill Daphne, you just meet the girl, she thinks mentally slapping herself. It's already bad enough she was already having inappropriate thoughts about her....visual thoughts. She snapped out of it and rolled her suitcases across the floor towards her room then opened the door.

D: *sign* This is gone be a long semester

Chapter 8 "Roommates"

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[sketcheddaydreams]

hai! im the person who requested denmark from hetalia. i just wanted to say thank you so much!!! you went above and beyond what we expected :D! pups doing really well adjusting to everything in headspace! that being said could we request sweden from hetalia as well? same level as denmarks.

Thank you!! w3'r3 so glad you lik3 pup!! /g3n

[translation: Thank you!! we're so glad you like pup!! /gen]

w3 still don't know much about this sourc3 [so w3 apologiz3 for any inaccuraci3s] but it s33ms r3ally cool.

[translatiom: we still don't know much about this source [so we apologize for any inaccuracies] but it seems really cool.]

|| New plant incoming ||

Name[s] - Sweden, Berwald Oxenstierna, Axel, Viggo, Vidar, Adder

Age - 20-23

Gender[s] - Linumgender, Mascbluic, Complexembodiment, Merjuparian, Artbodiment, Shakestimmic, Warmrainic, [cold]Sunboy

Sexuality[s]/Orientation - Arohill, Gay [mlm]

Role[s] - Debater, Shock Absorber, Trinket Crafter, Fictive

3rd person pronouns - he/him, thxy/thxm, h*/h*m, ve/vim, co/cold, arg/agrue, de/debate, sto/stoic, si/silence, sna/snakes, art/artself, winter/winterself, cold/sun, sxn/sxnself, rain/rainself, fro/frost, ice/icey, li/lights, bri/brights, rae/raeself, ☀️/☀️s, ❄️/❄️s, 🧊/🧊s, 🐍/🐍s, 🌧️/🌧️s

2nd person pronouns - you/yours/yourself, cold/coldrs/coldrself, snow/snowr/snowrself, rep/reptile/reptileself, fog/foggys/foggyself

1st person pronouns - I/me/my/mine/myself, ri/bri/bry/bright/brightself, vi/ve/vy/vine/vyself, ci/co/cold/coldine/coldself, si/so/sol/soline/solself, si/sil/silence/silencine/silenceself

Species - person[ified country]

Source [if applicable] - Hetalia [Sweden]

Likes - debating/arguing, woodworking, abstract art, silence, meditation, canning

Dislikes - loud places, unorganized spaces, unjust rules/laws, working for others

Typing quirk - adds “..” in the middle~ of long[ish] words [7 letters or more], adds a space before punctuation [e.g. this place is too unor..ganized , hope..fully no one would notice if si left .]

Fun fact -

Kin list - Snakekin, Swallowtail[therian], Chickenkin, Praying Mantiskin, Centaurkin, [blood]Vessel[object]kin, moose[therian], silence[concept]kin

Fave time of day - morning [7:33am or 07:33 for military time]

Faceclaim[s] -

CisIDs - CisSemi-Nonverbal, CisBlond, CisGreen-BlueEyes, CisHuman, CisMale, CisArtist, CisAutistic, CisDisfluency, CisHeight[5’11.6”], CisGlasses

TransIDs - TransHarmful, TransScales, TransNPD, TransRadqueer, TransDyslexia, PermaBruised, TransHeight[taller], PermaFreezing, TransPupilFluid, PermaSilent, Trans[higher]PainTolerance

Paras - 🛏️ // 🌓 // ☔ // 🤯

Other ids - alderversielse, Mind with Space undertones, 

Violence level - 3.45 

Remember: headmates almost never form exactly as depicted here. You can also alter anything on here to better fit your system and needs!

|| Plant packaged and sent ||

Made by: Bee

Response by: Fern/Fred

Typing quirk translated by: Tree

[sobeksewerrat]

☆~~Elvina The Cock-Kicker~~☆

prolly gonna update or change this later (updated: 25/5/24 [d/m/y])

Uh, hello! Name's Elvina (I also go by AnDrew/AnDrea! And Argo aswell, but you need permission from me to use that one), but you can call me whatever lol

(There is also Eara'as, but who cares-)

Update on 24/2/24: Fuck it I am naming myself Adam too. Yes, after the guy from Hazbin. Sue me. It is one of my favourite names now.

-> لو انت بتكلم عربي و عايز تكلمني بيه ممكن تقلي ربيع او مروان برده!!

I'm an amateur artist and writer; currently trying to graduate as soon as humanly possible (and high school has been kicking my ass)

My tagline is "kinda bored ngl"; seriously it's been in the bio of every social media account I have ever owned since 2019 at some point or another it's actually insane, WHY AM I SO BORED?!?

this intro post pretty much only looks good with the "Vampire" theme, if you don't have that, then it sucks to suck, i guess.

BEFORE YOU INTERACT!!

☆I have a full Rules post but these are some others not included in that or TL;DRs.

-> I block very liberally, but I never just randomly block a mutual (unless it is a joke like in the freakblr war or they did sth horrible). I have severe anxiety so I tend to just block anybody who I feel is aggressive (intentionally or otherwise) or weirds me out.

-> I have a really broken sense of humour and I post a lot about inside jokes and stuff with my mutuals. I know I can't stop you, but if we're not mutuals or you're not involved in whatever inside joke I am talking about please dni with the posts. Once a joke of mine blew up and I deleted the original post and made my friends delete their rbs so people would stop seeing it.

-> I tend to forget to tag TWs properly. If I forget to tag sth, please inform me!!

Fandoms:

Special Interest (persumably): The Music Freaks

Hyperfixations: Ace Attorney, Luca(2021), The Stanley Parable, Story Thieves, Scott Pilgrim , Hazbin Hotel , Avatar: The Last Airbender

Danganronpa V3 [yes, V3 specifically.I don't interact with the fandom much]

Mark and Friends/The World of Mr.Plant

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Blue's Story (Victaton)

Big Hero 6

DDLC

Diary of A Wimpy Kid (mainly the Dysfunctional Perspective fancomic)

Al Kabeer (not a fandom technically but who cares)

Sonic

Jackson's Diary

Aurora (red osp)

Riordanverse (including KC and MCGA)

Unfamiliar (Lavendertowne)

FNAF

Omori

Helluva Boss

Obey Me!

Ramshackle

Buncha other stuff that I am too lazy to name (might edit as i post about them)

Fandom Stuff to Tag Me In!!

My Kins!!

Random Bullshit:

Egyptian

fav colour is red

Professional Faggot since 2018 (legally)

Aro/Ace (achillean)

Agender / Aboy (transmasc, pronouns: he/him)

Basically just your local pathetic trans boy with mommy AND daddy issues (the whole package!)

INFP

Born in spooky month, loves spooky month

OCD, ADHD, self-diagnosed Autism

Biochemistry nerd. I didn't mean to be one but there was just something very intruiging about toxicology. Blame Lavendertowne.

Massive multi-shipper (also i like crackships, A LOT)

Coffee, vimto and soda addict (blame cockitchy ouma)

Fav. fictional chr. of all time: ✨Manfred von Karma✨(PW:AA)

Drew and Milly kinnie (TMF)

I am Drew irl, all I say about him is canon, I even run the rp blog, don't question me

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Menace to society, according to all of my irl friends, and just people who know me (just ask my freakblr mutuals, they'll tell you).

Minor, obv.

Never truly grew out of my Gacha phase

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Your favourite god,

Sober Skewart 🐊🍻

[the-littlest-kojin]

For Shio, Conroy, Brilliant, Ava, Gologa, Statera, Omikhle, Nith, Ban, Gloyn, Odori, Khusel, Alatyr, Blooming, Alha, Cemi'tan, Cholla, R'hia, Sajati, Saldlona, Amis, Lihtbryda, Saltsong, Galdra, Arcas, Amga, Ceru, Taraine, Nehir, Reson, Kin, Orinitt, Surya, Blaidd, Thalassa, Kolokasia, Elucia, and Nahla:

Can you please describe their favorite meal, in character?

This one was a doozy.

Shio: I’d like to be able to say something from one of my travels, but I really can’t. My favourite meal is Gasame Stew, and my family cook it best. Oh - Gasame Stew is when you kill one of those big fiery shelled crabs in the Ruby Sea, and then you throw a bunch of ingredients in its shell, and the leftover heat cooks it.

Conroy:

I’d say that my favourite meal is a rice dish that Corwyn cooks sometimes. I’m… Not sure what goes into it. Fish of some kind, I think. But he’s never let me see the cookbook.

Brilliant:

I’m not sure I have a favourite meal - I love any meal had at home, with people that I love.

Ava:

It’s not much of a “Meal”, but I’m a huge fan of grapes and apples. I’ll happily skip any meal to just to eat a bunch of grapes and an apple or two.

Gologa:

…Ovim, cooked over a campfire. Seared, lightly seasoned. 

Statera:

I miss steaks from home. Proper steaks. Cooked well-done, covered in spices, soaked in sauce. 

Omikhle:

I like a nice meat pie. Chicken, mushroom, pepper, and gravy, all mixed in a nice thin pastry shell.

Nith:

A nice poultry dish, with some pasta, maybe a cream sauce. Heavy on garlic, some peppers. Served with a nice glass of juice, ideally.

Ban:

I haven’t had it for years, now - but I honestly love salted meats, packed for preservation, best. My shipmates used to mock me that I’d eat the preserved foods even when we had fresh available.

Gloyn:

Oh! I had this thing once, with white chocolate and strawberries - it was really sweet. I loved it!

Odori:

There’s this delightful sour chicken dish I love - but it’s a lot of work to cook it for myself, and I don’t really know many other people who cook it. I should cook it again sometime soon.

Khusel:

M’not really sure what food I’d call my favourite. Did have this nice roll once - think it was young karakul meat.

Alatyr:

As a rule, I love the little speciality meals that small town inns have. They all have their own charm, and I love trying them all out! But if I had to choose a favourite, there’s one place by the sea that does great chopped and fried popotoes, served with some poultry - it’s a delight.

Blooming Arrowroot:

I… I guess I eat the same meal every week - it’s just some cuts of beef and some popotoes, though. I don’t really have enough experience with other foods to know if it’s a favourite or not.

Alha: Back home in Meracydia, m’ mates and I would cook up a nice camp bread. Was really nice - kinda miss it. Camp bread, some wild herbs. Good stuff.

Cemi'tan:

I always love eating a nice thick juicy steak - rare and with garlic-mint sauce. Best found at the Quicksand! Momodi does a nice cookup.

Cholla:

The more important part of any meal is the drink - and I like the cheapest, nastiest rotgut you can imagine. With that, a nice hard heel of bread, the kind of shite you can bludgeon a blighter to death with, and some watery stew.

R'hia:

Ain’t no meal more satisfying than one of my catches, butchered up and seared nicely on a grill! Nothin’ like it, and knowing all the work - mine and others’ - that went into it makes it taste all the better!

Sajati:

Curry from Mehryde's! Nothing beats it. None of the mild slop, either - I like the real murderous stuff.

Saldlona:

There’s these thinly sliced cuts of meat I like buying - I think the merchant calls them “minute steak”. They’re really quick to cook, and they go great with some popotoes.

Amis: -Amis stares silently at the asker in disbelief for thirty seconds before closing her door in their face-

Lihtbryda:

I remember, one year - there was a party at Costa del Sol for midsummer, and they served these lovely little flavoured ice sculptures. I can’t remember what they were called, but I had four and I’ve missed them ever since.

(Saltsong and Galdra are both omitted for not needing to eat)

Acras:

My favourite meal would have to be lovely little morsels in pretty clothes who squirm so nicely for me.

Amga:

-A shushing finger is raised as the asker is offered a rabbit, skewered on a stick and roasted over a fire-

Ceru:

I… I used to like…

…To like…

…I don’t remember. The Word won’t let me.

Taraine:

I’ve always enjoyed a nice onion soup - with lots of mutton added, cooked as rare as possible. Heavy on the salt, too.

Nehir:

Buckler Stew, cooked over a campfire, ideally eaten in Gyr Abania as the sun sets. “Savage food”, as I’ve often heard it called.

Reson:

…Boiled rabbit. Some root vegetables.

Kin:

I’m rather a fan of a particular type of udon! Made with tofu pockets of rice and sweeteners, it tastes really delightful - I highly advise it.

Orinitt:

Personally, I’m a fan of kebabs - ideally with a nice strong ale. Good spicy sauce.

Surya:

Honey-glazed ham, served over a bed of mashed popotoes, of course! Spiced wine, warmed to a nice temperature, as the drink.

Blaidd:

Given the choice, I prefer to eat deer - bloody and wriggling, still struggling and kicking its legs, still warm from the chase.

Thalassa:

Hm. I’d have to say sausage, with a sauce made from apple and onion. It’s quite nice, and really simple to cook.

Kolokasia:

Personally, I like sticking to a strictly vegetarian diet - tofus and beans and vegetables and suchlike. As such, my favourite meals are mostly salads and similar.

Nahla:

Favourite? Prob’ly harutsuge, nicely fried up. Rarity, though. Not many places still sell harutsuge.

Elucia: Why, mortals like you, of course, dear asker~

[valyrou]

Hello, may i request for a BSD romantic/platonic matchup ? (Whatever inspires you the most ! :'D)

About me :

I use any pronouns, mostly she/her , he/him and they/them, any is fine with me ! (Me genderfluid ig zjzu) I am pansexual and so i don't mind the gender i'm being matched with, i'm also asexual

As long as you don't pair me with mori i'll be okay

I kin some characters, you don't have to know them or make researches about them but i'll name them just in case that can help

So yes firstly i kin Dazai from bsd -

and i kin reki from sk8 the infinity

And 707 from mystic messenger

I'm requesting matchups because i'm curious

I like :

Chocolate : It's some type of comfort food for me and something that is kinda apart of me now as when i was younger i was known for the crazy quiet kid obsessed with chocolate

Chips aswell, there was a period in my life where i did weird experiments with chips. I can tell you do not put chips in the microwave they're not gonna be any tastier... My best friend wants to ban me from the kitchen since this chips-experimental small phase of my life. Which is good for me since we plan to live together with some other friends and that would mean i wouldn't be the one carrying the burden of cooking, cheers !

My bed ; I'm a very lazy person and somedays all i'll want to do is laze around in this heaven of mine. Somedays the world is too heavy for me to even get out of this magnificient bed that i dearly love. #Tryingnottoturnsleepingasacopingmechanismasitshouldn'tbe

Skateboarding ; I also might not be this much of a lazy person as i get urges to go outside and skateboard, sometimes i'll fall my ass off and that's completely fine, sometimes i'll completely get hurt but that's okay, it's apart of skateboarding ! More excuses for me to laze around? As long as i have the freedom to skate around a bit and i only ever get stopped when i'm hurt.. Teehee

Sleeping ; Sleep is precious to me, if i'm staying up or thinking about not sleeping much, bully me to sleep please. Even a few minutes is important. Else without sleep i go crazy and i might end up feeling down for a whole week just because s l e e p

Hugs : And i will struggle to admit that because of my ego. But please hug me🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 we can take naps hugging 😌

Comfort : please even though i run away from that please

Joking around and laughing : being serious is nice and all but i like joking

Pranking : though i do it rarely so that i can get my friends by surprise i'm always proud when they fall in my rare and small traps. Eheh 😎

Music : because, like, m u s i c

Being a daddy (not nsfw it's a joke zizkzkzk)

The color purple (i'm obsessed with it)

And bright colors (mostly red & yellow)

Any colors actually (brown and blue are slay too)

But mostly purple

And red

Stars : looking at the stars in the night sky is awesome. In fact my room's wallpapers are stars and i put some effects to feel like i'm in space at night. Nice.

Otome games 🥺🥺 >_<

Calls

Friends

Once again, hugs please

I dislike :

Dazai's suicide attempts : they'll make me sad and remind me of a lot of bad memories i can't even count - i could get triggered but that'd be rare i think 🤔

Stress : frick stress

Authority : you don't tell me what to do 🙄💅

School : if i ever go to school again, don't lose time and just put me in a mental hospital smh

Uncaring people : i'm sensitive plz don't break my fragile heart and please show that u care abt what i say 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔

Death : i want to live infinitely with the people i care about😔😔😔😔😔😔

Chips cooked by microwave

Chips in a chocolate bread sandwich

Chips on yogurt

Too much seriousness

Too much activity

Having to look good ; too much of a chore for me smh let me dress with the first clothes i come across

Personality traits :

I'm so lazy it became a personality trait

Funny, i make my friends laugh and I make myself laugh so idk

Caring, though i might seem distant sometimes, probably because i'm feeling too lazy/overwhelmed to show my care. RIP.

Quiet sometimes, Loud the other times

Sincere , yas i'm honest as hell and if you bother me i'll say it, which happens rarely but it's good to know i guess-

Maybe not a personality trait but i seem either happy to other people

Thinking mess : i think a lot and zone out a lot even while walking and talking. Could get lost bc of that tbh

Considerate ; teehee 😌

Kind ; teehee🥺

Bright, wait didn't i already say that-

I'm an understanding person

I'm either energetic or dead, but i bring good vibes okay

What i look like :

5'4 tall

Short dark brown hair that i like to cut bc i don't wanna brush my hair so i hate when it's not cut

Dark brown eyes

I mostly wear a purple or black outfit i guess?

Hobbies :

Writing fanfictions about my friends because it's funny

Making videos because i don't know

Skateboarding because i love the freedom feeling

Staying in bed because frick the concept of an active life

Read some books bc like books are slay

Watch videos

Talk to people through discord mostly

Thinking and let my thoughts wander as i scroll through tumblr and youtube

Backread discord messages, funny and comforting ones teehee

MBTI :

I thought i was an INFP for 2 years

Turned out i'm actually an ENTP

But my extrovert and thinking percentages are very middle middle

So you could say XNXP but i'm 90% sure i'm an ENTP

It just means i may sometimes act like an INFP, INTP or ENFP

I don't know why but when i'm at my lowest i act more like an INFP

I don't know why either but it's very rare to be introvert and thinking at the same time so my INTP phases are very rare

I don't know why i'm more like an ENFP or ENTP when i'm in the best times of my life

But anyways i'm ENTP you know some details now, if that can help

I think i'm done ! I hope i didn't say too much and that was enough for you, if you're not inspired or don't want to do this , it's completely fine ! Please take care and i hope you have a great day or night ^^

A/n: I don’t believe you are lazy BECAUSE YOU WROTE A WHOLE PARAGRAPH???? I‘m joking lolol anyways

You seem so nice and sweet like be my friend????

Also it’s a little short so i feel sooooo bad but I hope you enjoy anyways :))

I had to think abt this one quite a bit but I think I‘m gonna pair you with…..

RANPO!!!

You are kind of similar yet different

I imagine you both going off to do silly things because NO ONE TELLS YOU WHAT TO DO

Ranpo also needs hugs like??? Cuddle this genius please

The only person he would share his chocolate with tbh

Also you kin reki, Dazai AND my babygirl 707??? What do they all have in common???? They all have a „happy“ and fun side, yet they also have a quiet and dreadful one to them. They all have a partner that is calming or just „quiet“, be it langa or Mc.

Your fun and entertaining side also has a quiet one to it, so your s/o Ranpo will be your other piece to that cliché trope

Cuddles on the sofa

Also you‘d be friends with Poe and Atsushi especially

Your kind and caring traits are no barrier to anyone so anyone could be your Friend (except Mori, you‘ll probably set him on fire)

Kunikida wouldn’t know what to do with you

You and Ranpo are a silly couple idc

Ranpo will ask Poe if he could write a story for you and him to solve together (kinda escape room date vibes)

Teases you a lot but in a cute way if you don’t get the answer to a riddle

Also I believe that Ranpo wouldn’t engage in sexy times, just because he doesn’t find the whole „making baby’s and stuff“ things interesting so no problemo

Will give you his cape sometimes if you ask with a pretty please

If it rains he will pull you close and cover the both of you in his cape while smiling like an idiot

[mercury-lurks]

hi and welcome to the new pinned post. it's me, ya boy. i realized "hey dumbass, you haven't explained jack about fuck." So here I am, explaining fuck.

My Tagging System:

#mercys thoughts: these are posts that i create myself

#reblogged: posts that are reblogged but not queued

#blessed mutual: posts i reblog from my blessed mutuals

#the planets the stars and the qniverse: my queue tag

#oc lore: what it says on the tin.

Any name-tags are about the ocs featured in the post.

About Me:

I'm a pretty private person online, but I figured it'd be nice to say a few things here.

I've got no fucking name, at least currently. But I really don't care if you call me Mercury.

My alt is @dev-nxbody-h3re, but I try and keep my two blogs separate from each other. This one is my personal Tumblr, my alt is for my FNaF AU and pointless rambling.

Speaking of, I love Five Nights at Freddy's. You probably know that because of my bio. Do I actually kin Michael Afton and Jeremy Fitzgerald? I don't even know. But, fun fact, Jeremy turned me transgender.

I use he/they pronouns*, and am agender. I identify as an aroace lesbian! Although, it has been foreseen by a friend of mine that I'm on the f to nb to demiboy to m pipeline. Only time will tell if she's correct?

*Also, you can refer to me by whatever pronouns you want except she/her. I just like those ones the best. I've been referred to with bingus/bingusself pronouns before, and I didn't really care.

Things you can call me: BEING UPDATED

DNI: Terfs/Farts, fascists, racists, homophobes, transphobes, sexists, misogynists, Andrew Tate fans, ableists, Nazis, Trump supporters, rapists, abusers, prolife, Zionists, and conservatives.

That's pretty much all for now :/ If I have any important posts, I'll try and link them here.

Have fun looking through my blog or whatever lmao

[snakedogge]

huh total night-posting on the topic of "socially acceptable" mental illnesses and those tiktoks with kids being like "I came here for a mental breakdown now I think it wasn't that serious"

So I'll ramble under the cut about personal stuff - what is this Tumblr but an informal journal for myself anyways

I have had something Deeply Wrong with me for such a long time and after a complete shattering of my mind was I able to get it diagnosed and could start managing it, processing and healing

When I told people in my closest social circle at the time i quickly realized it was A Fucking Mistake. hey, here's my very serious diagnosis of being schizophrenic, I'm telling you all because I trust you and I need support

Suddenly people in my DMs "I think I hear voices too what are yours like? Mines named so and so" and I have to stress this that it wasn't somebody also with this issue coming to me for insight. Multiple people suddenly started identifying with me and leaning *into* it.

My ex who I was with at the time started saying "I think there's something wrong with me too I'm also paranoid" and then used that as a reason he couldn't work. He actually took my explanations for what I was going through and used my experience to get approved for disability through his work. I would wander the streets at night and hide under random cars because I could feel myself being followed. Like my ex is a whole story on his own but I was so genuinely unwell and he literally just used that to do even LESS for me than ever.

My friends started trying to probe about my voices and if they have identities and what was going on in my head and then it didn't take long until they had DID and were kinning characters. (which is not a diss on people with DID or who kin characters. in this specific situation, however, it was deeply uncomfortable.) Meanwhile I couldn't sleep at night because of the faces and because I could swear there were cameras in the walls and before I realized it I couldn't even tell them these things because they'd already packaged up my problem as being cute and quirky. what was my horrifying daily existence became this weird...quirky topic.

It's a really isolating experience. And all that to say I wouldn't undermine that those ex-friends truly did need therapy or help but when I told them my diagnosis they just took it a step further and saw it as a label for some identity and it truly felt like they made it about themselves.

Like my life was already spiraling out of control and now whenever someone asks me "so what are the voices like?" I just immediately cringe regardless of intent. I completely stopped being open about it because of shit like this. I wish I wasn't unnerving to be around and off putting. Yeah some of my stranger moments are funny in retrospect (thanks, Rick and Morty inspired delusional outbursts at 2am) but I still wish they never happened and I never did them.

And I don't mind leaning into being a weirdo. But leaning into my mental illness is totally separate territory. And it was a strange experience to feel, over time, like somebody was just trying to co-opt my identity, multiple times.

I know that of course some of that could be elevated by the paranoia but that's why I've sat and run through everything start to finish multiple times.

anyway all that to say that yeah, I believe people genuinely think mental illness is just a series of quirks. it's not just kids either but full grown adults. maybe they don't consciously think "it's just quirky" but the versions of mental illness they are comfortable with in their head only go that far. idk I am very sleepy

also glad my ass is back on tumblr. it's as anonymous a social media as I can get anymore, and I love feeling like I'm talking into a fuckin void of nothing, but still leaving a speck of me behind somewhere on the internet. honestly at the end of the day I just want to talk about my experience with my mental illness, but without... all of that. and without making others uncomfortable. like I feel like I have a few people I could absolutely DM them about stuff but I also feel it would put them in a tough spot. so God bless Tumblr dot com

[yve-kae-nightfever]

SOME OF YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT TODAY WITH MY SIS

YES OFC😭💞

we arrived at her country before her (we left ours around 7 am and arrived earlier lmao) and as soon as she saw me she started waving, but the excitement was way too much to handle and we ended up running to each other for hugging.

when we entered into the pavilion, we already saw some cosplayer (TWO FRIENDS WERE DOING XIAOVEN SHIP THEY WERE SO CUTE I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT VENTI HAVING THE BOTTLE OF WINE LMAO) and we took A LOT of photos

meanwhile she kept literally hugging and squeezing me every five minutes i guess and since we decided to do our makeup as venti (me) and xiao (her) someone thought we were cosplaying xiaoven and asked us to pose for a picture lol

BUT THEN, THIS HAPPENED

many of you might not know cause this is going on only on my wattpad, but i'm a huge Hawks fan/simp/kin/EVERYTHING

so i had the chance too meet an Hawks cosplayer (help he was so pretty) and after i took the pic, he said that if i wanted to post the pic I could have tagged him and he left me his instagram

that's fine, yes, BUT THE WAY HE LEFT ME HIS INSTAGRAM???

HE LEFT ME A FEATHER WITH A TICKET (on which his instagram was written), I'M STILL SPARLKING IN JOY.😭

HE LITERALLY HAD A BOX JUST FOR THE FANS I'M CRYING

anyways, after me simping harder than never, we went to eat and she had the courage to eat everything she had on the plate (my sis has been trought eating disorder and her body is really thin so she asked me for help). i'm so proud of her <3

after this we decided it was time to buy something

so we found a stall FULL, AND I SAY FULL of posters of different animes and genshin too, i may have taken the opportunity... (shopping item under the cut)

we also met an Ayato cosplayer as we were drinking bubble tea lmao

when it was time for me to go, she went completely off, and i understand her

it's not everyday that my parents agree to bring me 157 kilometers away from my country, even if it's for my relatives

so she stood up from where we were sitting and hugged me as she cried

this literally tore my heart to pieces, the worst is that i thought it was another simple hug and i realized when i felt her tummy tremble againist mine

but i promised her that we would meet again (probably around Christmas!!) and she calmed down, even if still crying a little, then we said goodbye and i left for going back to my country

and YES, for the ones that were waiting...yes. i t-worded her. :)

she actually has got ticklish lowerthighs like m- ...^^

shush, you heard nothing. byee ^^

(shopping items as promised)

+the feather cause

reason 1 you already know

reason 2 i'm a simp🌚

have a good day/night!!<33

[annoying-probably]

This is just a ramble about songs I want in prsk

Okay,,, I can't tell if Two Breaths Walking by Deco would be a VBS song or a L/n song? I think both of them would absolutely kill it.

I really. Absolutely want to see An do Secret Police by Buriru-P. She'd do it so well. She'd be. Literally amazing. Her and Kohane, actually. I just specifically want An to- she'd do so well??

Weekender Girl by kz!! I'm not the biggest fan of Livetune but I think Weekender is a bop. I don't know if it's just be miku bc it's hard to get a good replicate of such robotic songs, but MMJ! It's all preppy and the ProDiva video already has really nice choreography.

look. this one is a reach. Mafuyu/Tsukasa Copycat by CircusP. I have nothing else to say.

I KnOW WORLD IS MINE BY RYO IS ALREADY IN THE GAME BUT ITS AN ABSOLUTE CRIME WE DIDNT GET TO HEAR TSUKASA TENMA GO OFF!! HE DESERVES IT!! LET HIM BE THE CLASSIC MIKU DIVA!!!

moving on-

kigamure mercy by hachijou-p can fit every group except 25ji. and I do not care I'd happily listen to any of the group's do that song. It has vibes of a vbs song in the lyrics, but generally song vibes of like WxS/MMJ and I just think it sorta fits L/n.

It'd really hard telling what song could be MMJ or WxS because they do similar songs but. Like. That's it. I'd say WxS is more depressed but no MMJ has like. Patchwork.

you already have akitoya why not give them butterfly on your right shoulder(nori-p), sweet devil(hachijou-p I think?). Why not. Spice by Minato. (Almost all is /j but I do think they'd do Butterfly well.)

I have no reasoning other then voice fits good. loves true restraint, wakacha, kamishiro rui.

POSITIVE CLUB VS NEGATIVE CLUB! By Wonderful ✩ Opportunity!! Tenma Tsukasa and Tenma Saki :))) the song has very very minor /r undertones but can. easily just be Tsukasa being really nice to his sister. also just want him to go "alright! I'll die now! :D"

REALISTICALLY. I KNOW MY R BY KURAGEP IS A 25JI SONG. I CAN STILL WANT IT TO BE A WXS SONG. IT FITS!! THEM!!! RUI LEAD! NENE BRAID GIRL. EMU SHORT GIRL. TSUKASA CARDIGAN GIRL!!!

Getcha by KiraP and Giga. My best guess on who'd get this is probably vbs? An and Kohane main singers and either just them or Akito and Touya there for the backups or rap parts.

Unhappy Refrain!!!! By Wowaka!!! (Rest be him, of course.) Literally one of my favourite songs point blank. Leaning towards 25ji or VBS.

Hate it! Hate it! Huge ego! By KurageP! Tsukasa Tenma. let him breakdown. talk about his attention issues- all of wxs is autistic I said so we are autistic (/lh)

(could also be an Mizuki/Ena song I think :D)

Tokyo Teddy Bear. Neru. Ena and Akito. I couldn't decide between vbs or 25ji. So. This- this is what I got!

ANY HITOSHIZUKU AND YAMAP SONG - WXS

They'd do so well. Imagine the ∞ night series??? Schadenfreude???? Mistletoe and tree of Reincarnation. Cursed tower of Ai. Party×Party. Portrait of pirate. LET THEM DO THE FUNKY STORY SONGS I SWEAR. ALICE IN NY!!! ADD SAKI IN THERE FUNKY BAIT AND SWITCH!!

(Villager- Nene

Doll Girl- Emu

Doll Boy- Tsukasa

Maid- Miku

Butler- Kaito

Lady- Luka

Master- Rui

Mistress- Meiko. )See, Sega? Did your job for you.

honestly I don't care who it is. someone needs to sing Meltdown, by Iroha(Sasaki).

1925!!!!!!!! (T-pocket??) I just really like the idea of WxS doing it,,,

LITERALLY ANY MITCHE M SONG!!! MMJ!!

Let them do a funky news broadcast :)))

Hm,, Diagnosis; Love Sickness by Honeyworks! I really like this song,,, mmj!! They suit lots of Honey songs I think!

Matryoshka- Hachi. Ruikasa. Give the song with no meaning to the gay clowns !!! Do it!!! They deserve it! I really do think the song just fits their overall vibe. Pure chaos with nothing behind it. But dancing till you drop. Imagine them in the original MV style.

BLACK ROCK SHOOTER- L/N.

do I need to explain it- it's. ItS THEM- ITS JUST THEM- IM.NOT GOING TO KIN ASSIGN L/N MEMBERS TO BRS BUT,,,, CMON,,,,, ITS RIGHT THERE!!!!

SNOBBISM- Neru! Once again can't decide. WxS or VBS. Either of their boy pairs really??

World Domination; how to. Neru. (Hey do you think I like neru yet??) Nene and Rui. Or Emu and Tsukasa. Just- mainly the first two. Kid genius being pushed aside and bullied and the socially anxious introvert?? Yes. Just. Yes.

.

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childishwar- reol. shinonome siblings. I don't think I have to talk about ThIS ONE??

Corpse Dance, Kikou, 25ji! Kikou. that's it. Probably Mafuyu lead.

I have been rambling awhile!! If you got this far, wow?? Thank you?? I'd let to hear more ideas and im v sorry for barely acknowledging l/n they're just kinda the catch all for any song,,, I could get more 25ji songs I just need to get my depression playlist. Sorry to mMJ- I DON'T- LISTEN TO A LOT OF POP?? MAINLY- MAINLY ROCK-

[arofili]

Lover’s Token

for @gaycodedvillainy​!

[ao3] - rated M; 967 words; Maedhros/Fingon/Azaghâl and a lot of gender talk

~

“So you’re the one he gave my helm to,” Azaghâl said, sizing Fingon up. “Pardon my saying so, Majesty, but if it didn’t fit Lord Fire Giant over there, it can’t have fit you!”

“It was a political gift,” Maedhros drawled from where he had draped himself across no less than three dwarven-sized chairs. “Symbolic. You know.”

“Symbolic? Hardly!” Fingon laughed. “’Twas a lover’s token, Majesty. A high calling for a mighty helm!”

“Well, you can be excused for giving your wife a gift, I suppose,” Azaghâl said magnanimously. “It makes me wonder, though, what you thought I gave it to you for!”

“Fingon is not my wife,” Maedhros corrected, perhaps a little more sternly than necessary.

“My apologies,” Azaghâl said. “I should not have assumed you were wed. I only thought, by the wire in her hair—”

“What Maedhros means to say is that I am his husband,” Fingon explained. “As for my wire, ’tis another lover’s gift, but it is our rings that show we are married.”

“Ah!” Azaghâl nodded. “I see!”

“In any case, the helm is no longer mine,” FIngon admitted. “I gave it to my father’s vassal, Hador Lord of Men. Now there was a head great enough to wear it!”

“Though if it was a lover’s token that time, then your father was the lover in question,” Maedhros said drily.

“He needed a push, or Hador would have pined for all his mortal days,” Fingon agreed. “I said it was my father’s idea, and they were in bed together within a year. May both their souls rest in peace!”

“So, Azaghâl, what did you mean by your gift, then?” Maedhros asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Was it an attempt to court me, after all?”

“Not unless you want it to be,” Azaghâl laughed.

Fingon smirked at his husband, who rolled his eyes. “I would not be opposed,” he teased.

Azaghâl blushed. “Majesty—!”

“The Noldor in Exile are not so prudish as our kin in the West,” Fingon said. “Russo and I have many times taken a third to our bed.”

“I am not elven-fair,” Azaghâl protested, but blushed.

“Nay, you are dwarven-handsome,” Maedhros said, sliding down to his knees with glinting eyes.

“You are seducing me,” Azaghâl realized.

“Guilty,” Fingon said, grinning wickedly. “What say you, Majesty?”

“I must warn you, first, that I am no dwarf-man,” Azaghâl said. “Elves and Men are strange about such things, I know, but—”

“Worry not,” Fingon assured. “Russo has enough cock for the three of us! I may be a nér—a male—but it was I who bore our son and heir.”

“Then—” Azaghâl frowned. “We Khazad let outsiders think what they will of us. We all have beards, where you have none, so you see us all as male—but I myself am quite feminine for my people! I am King, but in our tongue I am Uzbad, which has no gender, not like your Aran... But am I wrong in thinking your folk determine such things at birth?”

“If you mean gender, yes,” Fingon said. “But I corrected my family when I was old enough to tell them the truth of my spirit: that I am a nér, and not a nís.”

“We—yes, like that.” Azaghâl nodded. “But there is no guessing at birth, among the Khazad. The shape Mahal made us, that is not related to our gender.”

“Then—you are a woman?” Maedhros asked. “But you do you have a cock?”

“Crudely put, but—yes,” Azaghâl said, scratching her beard. The talk of gender and culture had banished her blush, but it returned now with a vengeance.

 “And I am a male with a cunt,” Fingon exclaimed. “We make a good pair!”

“Finno,” Maedhros grumbled.

“You’re just jealous,” Fingon teased. “You have the misfortune of being ‘normal’—a male with a cock, that is. How boring!”

“Enough talking!” Maedhros declared. “Azaghâl, my lady—”

“Stick with ‘King’ and ‘Majesty,’ if you will,” Azaghâl said firmly.

“Then from one King to another,” Fingon said, unbuttoning his robes, “if you are willing, I would quite like to ride that womanly cock of yours.”

“Could we both fit in you, Finno, do you think?” Maedhros growled, crawling to tug at his husband’s kingly robes.

Accepting the surprising turn this “diplomatic meeting” had taken, Azaghâl cast down her crown, and her own robes with it. “First I would like our Fire Giant to put his mouth to good use,” she decided, taking out her cock and stroking herself to hardness. It was easy, watching Maedhros and Fingon touch each other like that.

“Gladly,” Maedhros rasped. He turned to face her, and his eyes widened. “Azaghâl! By the Valar!”

She hesitated. Had she done something wrong...?

“Are all dwarves so—textured?” Fingon wondered, staring at her with just as much intense hunger as his husband.

Azaghâl looked down at herself. She had the normal grooves and ridges, she thought. “Yes?”

“You shall ruin me for elf cock,” Fingon sighed, dipping his hand down to finger himself. “Smooth! Hairless! Why in Arda would I prefer that when I could have this?”

“Finno,” Maedhros pouted.

“Smooth?” Azaghâl could not help but laugh. “You must show me, Fire Giant.”

Maedhros did—and now it was Azaghâl who stared. He was—Mahal’s stones, he was as massive there as he was everywhere else! And—looking between the two, for Fingon was now completely bare as well—they were both hairless, everywhere but their heads. How strange! And yet—how exciting!

“Well, suck her, Russo!” Fingon exclaimed. “I must feel her inside me, and if she says you must do that first...”

Maedhros knelt, eyes half-lidded, and opened his scarred mouth. “Let me serve you, my Kings,” he rasped.

Azaghâl grinned, and gave him what he asked for without delay.

[bumb1e-vee]

oh my fucking god I am so over the toxic side of the sanders sides fandom so here are some points of mine that I'd like to address

- Let Thomas say fuck, he's 32 years old

- R/mR/m is not okay just because it's fiction (If you;re writing it for coping reasons just list that in the tags or smth)

- Thomas isn't perfect, he's not the messiah, he is human, he makes mistakes

- Fictives are not the same as kinning, be mindful of that

- People of color can cosplay characters in the fandom, if you don't think so you're the problem

feel free to reblog with more points or things that the toxic side of the fandom does

[ladykatakuri]

WIP

Like I did the last time when my Fox story was still a wip, I am going to post a sentence or two of yet another wip of mine. Somehow doing this also seems to motivate me to keep on working and if someone has a tip or idea about the story.. all the more fun because sometimes it also gives an idea or that person could turn into the one that startles your muses and they go haywire giving you the best idea`s ( or I am just a weird one, but that is ok aswell teehee ).

So here we go!

A Hunter wip:

Hunter gently shook his head as he left the fresher and moved to the cockpit where he found Tech and Wrecker in the pilot seats. Echo sitting behind them checking something on a pad while Omega was half asleep next to him, a blanket drawn around her and Lula securely tugged against her chest.

My Clone Christmas wip:

The meeting was boring, at least according to Wrecker and Omega. At first it seemed as if they might be going on a secret mission that could be potentially dangerous, but rather soon they realised it was just a shop and go mission. The only risk they would have was getting caught by the Empire while on the way. Still, they took the mission and were on the way back to Cid with all the supplies that were listed.

This is a wip I have only a little but of writing for but it feels as something I will work on for a while because it has to be really good ( if that even makes any sense )

he droids all seem to fall apart where they stand, many of the troopers are grasping their heads and clutching their chests as they fall to their knees. Weapons have fallen to the ground and vehicles seem to have fallen dead in the water. Again the screen stills.

“What you will see next … Well, let's just say it took us all by surprise.”

For a moment the voice snaps everyone out of the horrific trance they have been in while watching.

No pressure tags: @loth-wolffe@hellothere-generalangsty@nahoney22@moonstrider9904@chaoticvampirejedi@uponrightful@hellothere501stlover@mallr4ts@cyroku@reluctant-mandalore@kin-rokku@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s@murdertoothpick@echos-newlegs

[cross-snuff]

Incorrect Quote Generator Except It’s My Kins

Connor Temple (Prmvl) • Dean Winchester (SPN) • Monroe (Grimm) Ft. Sam Winchester

Dean: Connor and I just got that friendship where you finish each others-

Connor: Sentences :]

Dean: Don’t interrupt me.

—

Dean, bored out of his skull: Whaddya call a fish w/ no eye?

Connor, w/out missing a beat: Myxine Circifrons

Connor, proud of himself:

Dean:

Dean: Fshhhhh

—

Connor, learning how to drive American cars: So, what would happen if I pressed the brake and gas at the same time?

Sam: The car takes a screenshot, actually.

Dean, outraged: Get the hell out of my car.

—

Dean: Shit, s’locked. Connor, gimme your credit card.

Connor: Here.

Dean: Thanks *pockets it*

Dean: Sam, kick the door down.

—

Connor: Why’re you on the floor…?

Dean: Just got broken up with.

Connor: Oh… sorry, mate.

Dean:

Dean, cupping his wound: I actually got shot, can you call Sam?

Connor: Shit, yeah.

—

Connor: You two have a great “good-cop-bad-cop” dynamic.

Connor: How do you keep it up?

Dean: We don’t.

Connor:…?

Dean: I’m just a dick and Sam isn’t.

—

Sam: How did neither of you hear what I just said??

Connor: Sorry, I got distracted

Dean: I was consciously ignoring you.

—

Sam and Connor: *tapping pens against table*

Dean: The hell’re they doing?

Monroe: Morse code, I think

Connor: *taps frantically*

Sam: YOU BITCH

—

Connor: This is a terrible idea.

Dean: Why’d you come with me? Coulda stayed home.

Connor: Less likely to be put in jail if I talk the cops out of arresting us rather than you killing them.

—

Connor: -that’s the plan.

Dean: Do you take constructive criticism, Con?

Connor: Yeah, why not

Dean: It fucking sucks

Connor: That’s not constructive.

—

Sam: Remember when we could just do a salt ’n burn instead of having to stop the apocalypse?

Dean: Stop romanticizing the past.

—

Dean: S’up, Con. Ooo you made pancakes? Gimme.

Connor, baffled: You- No you- I saw you die! What the fuck?!

Dean: You don’t know my bloodline.

—

Connor: I have a theory.

Dean: Do not tell me about it

Connor: Too late, I think-

—

Dean and Connor in some asylum:

Dean: Shit, flashlight’s dead

Connor: Oh, I got it

Connor: *Stomps*

Connor: *T-Rex sneakers light up*

—

Connor: Dean, not everything can be solved with a gun

Dean: That’s why I carry another, secret, gun.

—

Sam: *Kicks down Monroe’s door*

Monroe: What the hell happened!? Are you okay!?

Sam: No one died.

Monroe: THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

—

Monroe: Dude, go to the doctor. Probably nicked an organ or something, I can’t fix this!

Sam: Is this our stab wound? No. Keep stitching.

—

Dean, trying not to be sappy: I wouldn’t mind waking up with you everyday in the foreseeable future.

Connor: I wake up at 5:30 for work.

Dean:

Dean: I’d like to see you sometime everyday in the foreseeable future :]

—

Sam: It’s fine, I got this all under control. We’ll be okay.

Dean: *Unconscious*

Monroe: *Bleeding out*

Connor: HOW CAN YOU STILL SAY THAT?!

Sam: Denial works wonders.

—

Connor: Am I in trouble..?

Dean: Guess.

Connor:….no?

Dean: Guess again.

—

Sam: English is a hard language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Dean: I hate you

—

Monroe: What’s for dinner?

Connor: *stares at the blackened pan full of ash*

Connor: I think we should spice it up and filter feed for dinner.

—

Dean: *smiling over his coffee*

Sam: Why’re you so giddy?

Dean: What, I’m not allowed to be happy?

Monroe: He tripped Connor down the stairs

—

Connor: If I let someone win at chess, is that sapiosexual bottoming?

Dean:

Dean: Are you capable of thinking before you speak?

—

Monroe: Why’s Sam so… mopey?

Dean: He took a “What Character are You” quiz

Monroe: And?

Dean: He got Connor.

—

Sam: *Stitching up Connor after a bad day at work*

Monroe: How’s he look?

Dean: Better than you

—

Dean: I just ended a 4 year relationship.

Connor: Oh man, I’m sorry mate.

Connor: Wanna talk about it or…?

Dean: What? Oh, no. It wasn’t mine.

*Various sounds of Sam and Monroe fighting*

—

Dean: Sam won’t answer his damn cell

Monroe: Hold on, lemme call him

Connor: We both called 6 ti-

Monroe: *one ring*

Sam: *Picks up* Hello?

—

Connor, ambling out into the kitchen: What time’s it?

Dean: I don’t know, hand me that recorder and we’ll find out

Dean: *Plays hot crossed buns obnoxiously loud*

Sam: SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S 4 AM

Dean: It’s 4 am :]

—

Dean and Connor over text:

C: HELP!! I’m being kidnapped!!

D: Where are you?

C: In some dude’s car

D: I’ll call Sam

Sam: Hello?

Dean: Have you heard from Connor? He just texted me all scared

Sam: Wh- He’s right- hold on. I’ll call you back.

Sam: IT’S JUST A TRIM, MY HAIR IS LITERALLY THE SAME.

Connor: WHO ARE YOU?!?

—

Connor: Monroe, can I have some dating advice?

Monroe: Just cause I’m with Sam doesn’t mean I know how I did it

—

Connor: I told Dean his ears get red when he lies

Sam:….why?

Connor: because, watch.

Connor: Dean! Do you love me?

Dean, cupping his ears: No.

—

Connor: Some guy yelled at Dean and I when we were walking

Monroe: Oh that sucks….

Connor:

Monroe: What’d he do?

Connor: Chased him to the next intersection and managed to-

Dean, walking in with a full steering wheel: Where should I hang this?

—

Connor: What should I do?

Dean: I would give you advice

Dean: but in all honestly I would just beat the shit out of him

—

Connor: Dean! Dean look!

Connor: *Punches wall*

Connor: *Crumples to the ground in agony*

—

Dean: If you can’t beat em

Dean: Fuck their mom

—

Sam, wheezing w/laughter: He got you good, man

Dean: you know what I say, Sam

Sam, confused: What do you say?

Dean: Fool me once

Dean: I’ll kill you

—

Monroe: Guys

Monroe: You’ll never believe this

Connor: What happened?

Monroe: I made a mistake