#hhh i hate it pls

[vocherie]

i honestly cant handle it when others touch your belongings so carelessly

[yanderespamton78]

do you guys ever get it when you have stuff to do but you cant because your brain feels wrong??

like its not anxiety in a physical sense i dont feel anxious and besides i dont have anything to be anxious about i just feel weird ;-;

[roseband]

i think i've said it before, like 8 years ago though........ cause he hasn't played bass in 8 years and only got his current bass around 5 months back (i wonder if he sold the two moollons and his fender and squire, he talked about having to buy a new bass then)

but like pre-accident james played soooooo similar to wolstenholme, like the techniques he used, like even when he did funk covers he had the wolstenholme vibe,,, wolstenholme is the reason i bought my bass <3

he was suuuuuuchhhh a good bassist

[felassan]

Snippets 🐺💜

Users report that pre-orders they made to TFAW of the DA:TV artbook The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard have been cancelled (since its listings were taken down like Dark Horse's were)

Blair: "The Shadow Dragons have some great black leather combos, less feathers though." [source]. shrl: "The Mourn Watch have leather and skulls." [source]

John: "it's been a pleasure and an honor working on this with you Brian" [source]. Brian: "The feeling is mutual." [source]. Trick: "It's been amazing watching it all come together, and I am so grateful for everything you've done to make that happen." [source]

John: "the day this game ships is the day i will finally retire the sleeved blanket i bought back in 2019" [source]

John: "the wildest thing about being creative director is that about once every two weeks someone says 'hey this bizarre thing here is part of your job can you do it'. and it is a thing that you KNEW someone did but you never thought about which someone. congratulations, you are that someone" [source]

User: "The Evanuris are banished forever, he says. 👀". Trick: "Forever-ish" [source]

John: "me: it’s weird how a lot of fans think I hate Solas, it’s absolutely wild. also me: I should photoshop Solas into the ‘we demand to be taken seriously’ picture" [source]

Carly: "i can see the light at the end of the tunnel, everyone,,,, s o o n 🥴" [source]. / "I honestly can’t wait til we share more !" [source]. / User: "do you ever look at people’s reactions and theories on here like 🙂‍↔️ you people have no idea what’s coming". Carly: "Oh absolutely lmaooo" [source]

Carly: "I deleted it but I posted in our slack like “pls just tell them smtg, the clowns make me sad ):” lolol" [source]. (note: fans have been joking around and calling themselves clowns hhh, in the age-old tradition of DA clowning) "this is me empathizing and feeling bad we aren’t giving as much info (altho epler be goin off), rereading it sounds like I’m going *points* look at how pathetic those clowns are lol" [source]. / "its like we can finally yell about our work but only in limited quantities and basically at the same time fans find out things lolol oh ya and the ea snipers" [source]

Violet: "I might be screaming into the wind, but there's nothing underhanded going on. Release date is coming in August like we already said (so very soon)" / "roadmap will be very soon with some nuggets of what will be coming in August." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "I made the announcement [in the Discord about Edge magazine's article], and it's kinda damned if you do, damned if you dont. If you do, people that ONLY want the biggest beats get mad. If you don't, people that want any scrap of news get mad. Personally, I think going towards the latter is better overall. But I'm sorry it wasn't what you expected. I am also a DA fan and care enormously about this project." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "How do we all think the companions for Veilguard flirt?". Violet: "depends on the companion fsfs" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "soon™️" / "(not trying to be a shit, it will be soon! its a holdover joke from my last studio, i have to put the ™️ every time, its a sickness)" / "real talk, im just as feral as you guys when it comes to DA" / "[re: John being aware of a meme] that doesnt surprise me, [John] gets around 👀" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

[sinsofnivan]

More rough sex with Krauser pls👀 , he just wants to train and discipline the reader who is a rebellious rookie :(( hhh I luv ur writing

chokeholds are illegal! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU.

SUMMARY: “where were you? i thought i had made it clear that i wanted specialists with an H2H* evaluation score below 65 to come spar at 1600. it’s 1830, L/N.”  "huh?" your brows narrow. "my teammates said the passing score was 60, and i got a 64." your hands rest on your hips, your glare practically piercing holes through his eyes. "you don't report to them, do you? are they the ones who give you orders, rookie? huh? this is negligence and insubordination on your part." you rolled your eyes, and krauser scoffed. "stop fucking rolling your eyes. get in the ring." krauser raised the ropes as he slid into the training ring, and you were staring at him in disbelief.  "you're due for a sparring session. but since your teammates, the people you're supposed to spar with, already left, you're paired with me.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

TAGS: blah blah blah brat tamer krauser place name backstory stuff, female reader, sparring, pronebone, mean sex, degradation, nasty sex, sort of masochist reader, sort of sadist krauser, edging, save me brat tamer krauser save me, krauser has a big dick, size difference, SLIGHT knifeplay, choking, SIR KINK, power gap/imbalance, dubious consent, cervix fucking, mind break, inappropriate workplace relationships, humiliation, overstimulation, instant loss?, slight dacryphilia, GUYS DON'T SLEEP WITH YOUR SUPERIORS, sort of dubcon because of said power imbalance but reader likes being put in her place anyways

WORD COUNT: 3908

A/N: i love krauser sm. RAHH. the gif divider is not mine! credits to kdanie!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"c'mon, L/N. already panting? i'm not even sweating yet." 

you scowled, clenching your fists. it has been a long 10 minutes of taking blows and returning jabs and hooks, and your shoulders are aching from how he practically slammed you on to the ground earlier. sure, it was a little cushioned, but god, he was fighting you like he hated your guts. you wouldn't be able to physically overpower this 6"3 hunk of muscle, because judging from the size of his biceps alone, he benched twice your body weight for fucking breakfast. 

so relying on your speed it was. you saw many opportunities to strike after dodging his kicks and punches: an elbow to his ribs, a knee to his face, and even sweeping him off of his feet. but that was 5 minutes ago, and this fucker's absolutely terrifying—because he was beginning to get used to it. and he was right. there was no droplet of sweat beading on his temples. 

"you're fast, L/N." taunted the major, and you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. "but not invincible," the sight of him lunging at you was terrifying, and you dodged—tried to dodge—but he cornered you in whichever direction you chose to step in. "going somewhere?" krauser grinned, just before he throws a right hook. you barely avoided it, the rush of air from his fist brushing past your cheek. you grunt in exertion, quickly punishing him by a hook to his jaw. it hits squarely, making his head snap to the side. but krauser remained unphased. 

krauser's hand quickly wrapped around your wrist, his vice bruising and unforgiving. he pulls you forward with a vicious yank, his knee driving into your stomach—once, twice—each strike forcing a groan from your lips as the air was driven out of you. you jabbed your fingers into his sides, his ribs, god, anywhere just to hurt him. but fuck, this man was made of steel. you might as well be punching concrete. "are you tapping out?" he asks arrogantly, and you groaned, trying to break free from his hold. "i'm not," you groaned.

the mocking laugh from him makes you mad. so, so fucking mad. 

he pushes him off of you, watching you stumble and attempting to catch your breath as you used the ropes for support. krauser's footsteps from behind you are menacing, and you're just convinced that he's gonna fucking kill you for all the trouble you've caused him. but, fuck, you'd rather die than tap out. right before you could stabilize yourself, a hand reaches out to grab your shoulder, and into his hold.

specifically, your head, into a chokehold;

his bicep crushing your throat as he pinned you against his chest. it was tight enough to limit your breathing, but not enough to suffocate you. he wanted you to tap out, to actually surrender to him—and you knew it was what you were supposed to do, as you could easily feel how lightheaded you were getting. but you didn't want to. your pride wouldn't let you. "i'm waiting, Y/N," krauser cackled, and your response was a pained grunt.

you tried to shove an elbow into his stomach, to try and get him off of you, but it was futile. krauser growled, clearly pissed that you can't accept your defeat, and you won't fucking stay still. "you think you're faster than me? stronger?" he whispered in your ear, breath fanning over the shell. "little miss untouchable. dodging orders, playing your little fucking games. that ends now." you grit your teeth, trying to think of something to say. 

"are you gonna follow everything i say from now on, rookie?" oh, the things krauser would give just to see that defeated look on your face. it takes you a while, but you begrudgingly stammer out a weak—"yes,"—much to krauser's glee. 

"yes, what?"

"yes, s, sir,"

your vision's getting cloudy, and your nails drag on his forearms for desperation; leaving red, angry lines on his pale skin as you scratched him."chokehold's illegal." you croaked. your protest makes krauser laugh, tightening his grip. "is it, rookie? just when i thought you were being a good girl." he could feel his cock aching in those damn tight pants. 

"i don't fucking care." krauser released you, easily using his strength to make you face him. you were bracing yourself for another punch, but the warmth of his big hands greet your cheeks instead; pulling you to him and letting his lips crash harshly on yours. you don't know what came over you. you hated your stupid fucking superior right now, but fuck—your lips reciprocated that forbidden liplock. 

your arms wrapped around him weakly, and krauser began to feel your body, squeezing your asscheeks through your jogging pants. you bit on his lower lip, hard, and krauser groaned, the taste of copper beginning to register on his taste buds. still bratty, still fucking mischievous, like always. 

the kiss breaks as krauser pushes you off of him, hungrily eyeing your body. "strip." he'd scowl, and so did you. "i'm not going to do that." you heaved, and krauser claimed your lips again. a little angrier this time, whilst his hand bundled up your shirt in fist, and then—

rip!

you gasped, and krauser held your neck with another hand, threatening to squeeze. his kisses trailed from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then lingered just beneath your ear. "you're so," he growled, biting you hard, making you groan and hold on to his broad shoulders. "so fucking bratty. you drive me insane. i fucking hate you." he could feel your laughter buzz against his lips as his tongue dragged all over the inch of your sweaty skin. your scent, your taste, stirred something feral in him.

"yeah? doesn't look like you fucking hate me," you dipped a hand between your bodise, palming against his bulge. did he have a hard on while he sparred with you? y'can't remember. "shut up. just shut the fuck up," he was expecting to feel up your tits—but was only met with the foam of your sports bra, and krauser disappointedly clicked his tongue. 

"keep still." he glared at you, who was just observing everything he did. reaching behind him, you hear the familiar hiss of his knife being unsheathed from his holster. your breath hitches in your throat, and of course, krauser noticed. he grinned, bringing the sharp, cold end to your cheek. "yeah, you're gonna stay still." he cooed, gently tracing your lips with the dagger. this was the first time he's seen you follow your orders. 

"don't wanna be cut now, do you?" 

he retired the knife from your face, but you're yet to be at ease because he brought the cold blade down to your chest. "don't. fucking. move." he raised your sports bra up, beginning to cut through the fabric. maybe he didn't hate you as much as you thought, because he was really trying to not cut you. you can't say the same for your sports bra, however, as he easily cut the straps that prevented him from yanking that stupid fucking bra off of you. "here's what's going to happen, slut." your nipples rouse under his knife. "starting from now, you're gonna address me as sir." for once, you're rendered speechless. actually cautious about getting on his bad side now, because if he added even the slightest bit of pressure, you knew the blade would break the skin beneath it. "and you're going to be good. you wanna know why?" 

the tip feels crookedly ticklish as he dragged it up to your collarbone, and ultimately your chin; forcing your pretty eyes up on his face. "because i'm so fucking done with your antics. you have exhausted every bit of my patience." and just to make sure that you knew he wasn't playing, he gently pressed the sharp edge to draw the littlest of blood, letting it stain his knife. "are we clear?" you frantically nod. "yes—yes sir," krauser hummed in contentment. 

"atta girl. so strip."

the humiliation seeps through your cheeks and body, tummy twisting in taboo anticipation. i shouldn't be doing this. you thought as you kicked your boots off, tugged those pants down. i shouldn't be doing this. krauser thought as he brought the knife to your pantied cunt and began to gently glide it up and down. you couldn't look his way, too flustered—but you weren't suppressing the soft cries that left your mouth as his knife toyed with your clit. "dirty, dirty girl." krauser chuckled. "you actually like this, huh? i've killed people with this knife, slut. have some shame." the knife slid beneath the seams of your panties, impatiently tearing through the fabric. 

his knife has served its only purpose it seems; because, you hear him tossing it somewhere out of the ring. and in the next minute, he's —

⟢

"fuck!"

it's a big stretch. a biiiiig stretch. it hurt so, so good as krauser's cock cruelly shoved his cock in your pretty cunt; the lubricant being only his spit and your own slick. "tight—you're so fucking tight," he growled. your eyes roll back to the pits of your sockets as he began to pound you. his thrusts were mean and harsh, as if determined to break your pelvis. the cacophony of your sex—flesh slapping against flesh, the lascivious harmony of your voices, and the squelching of your soaking pussy—filled the room, loud and unabashed. krauser's bruising grip is on your waist, trying to ensure that every thrust had the tip poking your cervix.

"is this why you're such'a— hnggg, shit—! such a . . fucking brat?" he smacked your tits, making you yelp. "so you could get hatefucked by me? huh?" a devilish grin tugged on the corners of his lips, followed by an amused laugh. "all y'had to do was ask. c'mon, girl. ask me to fuck you harder." the pleasure has you reeling, has your cunt tightening from being used like a toy by your superior. you couldn’t utter a denial, you couldn’t even utter a single word—and it was just so unfair! 

as much as krauser loved your cries and how you melted under his mercy—it's not enough. he's greedy like that. "i said beg—!" krauser's demand is followed by a smack on your poor, used cunt. he took in every reaction you gave him, the whining from the sting, how you struggled to speak, the cries of his name, everything—he loved it. "p, please," you plead quietly. "please s, sir—need you to . . a-ahn! god—fuck!" he purposefully rams into you hard. it was so satisfying, finally breaking in his brat. you looked so pathetic, drooling, eyes watering as the pleasure made you tear up—and it was better than what krauser fantasized about. "need me to what?" his thumb traced your soft, kiss-bruised lips. "pleasepleaseeeplease, sir! need you t'fuck me deeper and h-harder—!" this is how he wanted you. 

obedient. respectful. fucked out.

he didn't even ask you to go deeper, but he figured he'll grant you your wishes, you were being so good for him, after all; your legs are manoeuvred by scarred dexterity to wrap around his waist, to have him closer, deeper. his thrusts begin again. it's rough, feral, but the sting's been long gone, replaced by overwhelming pleasure that only krauser could give you. 

oh, that fucking look on your face, god. brows scrunched up, mouth agape, rosy cheeks, lashes beaded with the tears that's yet to fall–-fuck, you're so "—fucking gorgeous," krauser babbled on, hips never relenting with his vicious pummeling. "big—," you whimpered in your stupefied haze, eyes widening. you could feel his tip kiss your perky cervix with the adjusted position. "yeaaaah, baby. that's— that's all me," krauser laughed, watching you place a shaky hand on where you felt him protruding through your skin. "gonna fucking—ruin you. 'til nothin' gets you off but your sir's cock, y'hear me?" nod, nod. "please, sir!" 

the title seems to have renewed his vigour, because fuck—the pleasure's so toe-curling, so mind-numbing; krauser's burying himself in your neck again, biting, kissing, sucking, branding you as his. he's barely acknowledging the cerise crescents you litter on his built back—does he even realize it? from how he's drooling, probably not.

he can't stop fucking your cunt, hips moving on their own animalistic fervour. he needs to cum, needs to get his little brat all stuffed full 'nd knocked up. the idea of colleagues catching him—and you, of course—didn't even cross his mind anymore. let them hear. let them know, that he was taming you, that you were completely wrapped around his finger. 

he grabbed your hips and practically used you as his personal fucktoy, raising you by your hips like you weighed nothing. your pussy twitched—yearning to cum, and he would have loved to see you fall apart, but—"don't you dare cum without my fucking permission," you scoffed at him, clearly irritated, and a particularly forceful thrust in you quickly corrects your indiscipline. "look at you, you fucking bratty bitch." he cackled cruelly. "givin' me attitude again? remember—," you winced when his fingers sink a little harder, and then– 

SLAP!

"this is—

your fucking

fault—!"

his frustration shows in each hard, mean thrust. it would have sent you to the edge, but he stops in time before it could blossom into something more, leaving you whining and quivering. unfortunately, his thrusts came to a brief halt, forcing you to feel all inches of his dick—every bump, every vein. when you were coming down from your faux high, his pounding resumed, catching you off guard. "cumming—," he growled, and your cunt just clenched around him as you whimpered. poor little thing. your name's what he wails, your face is what he envisioned as his eyes rolled back and intense pleasure washes over him.

it's torture to feel him fill you up, hunger temporarily satiated as he kept bucking his hips, spilling all of his thick, sticky semen into your pretty hole. "Y/N—!" he's so fucking deep—he's literally fucking splitting you open! you whimpered, losing strength in your legs and relying on nothing but his strength to keep your hips up. pulling away, he lets his cock slip from your cunt. he lowered his gaze, and—"fuck," 

your pussy was twitching and gaping, and his chest heaved, panting as he gasped for air. can't take his hungry eyes off of your cunt. fuck—it looked so pretty twitching and leaking his cum . . you were just about to get up, obviously unsatisfied and irate, but—

"on your fours."

"huh?"

"what, huh? i said on your fours."

"you're not done yet?"

"just get on your damn fours!"

you hated that you felt excited. excited that his cock was still twitching atop your cunt, excited that he wanted more of you. so you obliged, rolling over to your tummy the second he loosened his grip on you. you could barely keep your hips and knees up as they shook 'neath you. you could feel krauser's arrogance from the front. god, what a pri—!

smack! 

a startled yelp reverberates around the facility as his hand comes down on your asscheek. it's a mean slap, and you could feel just where his hand was as it stung like hell. 

smack! 

"think i shoulda jus' did this from the beginning," krauser chuckled, amused. very, very amused. "have 'ya sprawled on my lap and fucking spanking this—" smack! "—ass 'til it turned red," smack! then, you feel krauser's thumb on your clit, gathering up all your dripping, sticky arousal on his finger. "wet from being spanked? naughty," he wished you saw how he licked his fingers clean after—and he wished he could just bury his fucking tongue deep into you; but he'll save it for next time, when you're good. positioning himself behind you, you could easily discern the crown of his cock prodding against your pussy—using calloused digits to spread your pretty hole wide.

it's still a tight fit—but it's much, much easier to slide into you with his cum as lube. and he laughed, actually laughed when your knees gave out beneath you as his girth filled you up again. though, he didn't tell you to keep your hips up. instead, he keeps sheathing himself in you as you laid prone. don't worry, he understands. you were just dicked down two minutes ago, after all. 

you familiarly feel his arms wrap around your head, and fuck, krauser growled when he feels your cunt tighten up. "you think i'm done with you, slut? think 'm like those losers you sleep with?" his taunts are accompanied with the obscene plap! plap! plap! of your skins. you'd think for someone who just came, he would be slower, sloppier—but no. quite the opposite, actually.

his bicep was lathered in your drool as your face was squished between the muscle and his forearm. your breaths weren't cut off entirely, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you got enough air lungful after lungful. "guess what? i'm not. hear me? y'even conscious?" he brought his thrusts down with fierce, punishing slams, and you laid there helplessly, unable to push him off of you, unable to escape his brutal thrusts. "y, yes sir!" 

"goooood fucking slut. i'm gonna ruin you. gonna make sure your pussy's the shape of me," all his possessive rambling is making you whimper, making your pussy twitch around him. his cock throbbed with overstimulation—it hurt, hurt so much. but you made him feel better. made the pain so fucking worth it. "sir k , krauserr—!" you sobbed, holding on to his forearms for dear life. felt like he was gonna fuck the consciousness outta you. 

krauser, who was reserved, strict, disciplined—this was at his rawest. logic forgotten while he feels himself drool from this addicting post-orgasm torture. his mind only seems to properly work when he feels that cunt spasming. "don't cum. fucking keep it in!" he demanded cruelly. how couldn't you—when his cock hit your most sensitive spot again and again. "n , noooo—please . . please, want to cum," you pleaded him. "please—i need to, need to cum—♡!" 

though, he wasn't having it. he can't have you satisfied yet. he was so mean! 

with frantic, sporadic thrusts, he uncontrollably spilled his cum into you again. his whimpers filled the room, continuing to drag his orgasm with brutal slams. it completely leaked from your pussy—he still came lots even after cumming prior. you whined when he slumped over you, his tip pressing against your cervix snugly as he gasped for his breath. he may have freed you from his crushing hold, but fuck—his body resting on yours had the same effect.

and you still haven't cum, still irate and needy amidst your stupefied state. 

"get off—," you whined, trying to wriggle beneath him; you could feel his cock softening up but it was still just as girthy—you curse him and his fat cock. it takes a minute or two for him to get off you, pulling out of your creampied cunt. krauser grinned as you turned over to your back, sweaty 'nd tired from the pounding you just took. you sat up, grunting. "'m g'nna head back," you mumbled with a pout, and krauser stretches an arm out to cradle your cheek. "we're not done yet, baby—," "stop touching me you—!" a thumb ran over your eyes, already wiping off the tears that wanted to fall. "shh, shh. i know, baby," he kissed your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your eyes—before coaxing you on your back again. 

he has you lay on his arm while he rests on his side, spreading your legs again with one hand. "you must be sooo frustrated," he grinned, running his middle and ring finger over your slit. "yes, please," you were jus' so frustrated, so needy—you did everything he asked and he was still mean. . . "gonna cry?" he cooed, before sliding two thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

the stretch isn't the same as his cock, but you don't care. y'just needed him. "beg me again, sweetheart. i promise it'll be the last." he curved his fingers up slow, so agonizingly slow. "please, sir. wanna cum. need to cum, pleaseplease—," "yeah? i got you, baby. you've been so good for me," dear god, does this man ever get tired—? he began to pump his fingers in your pretty cunt, his cum spilling everywhere whenever it would slide out. his thrusts are similar to the pace of his pounding—and your cunt twitched thinkin' about how he fucked you. 

"you're such a stubborn brat, no? don't worry, i'll break those bad habits outta yer head," he leans down to kiss you, capture that sarcastic mouth and muffle all your whines as he picked up his pace. you held on to his wrist, to him—to fucking wherever—kissing him back sloppily as he had you writhing from just his fingers. when you tried to pull away, he would just chase your lips back, it made it so harder to breathe, but you had to kiss him back. you have to kiss your sir back. 

he's kind, but unkind at the same time, not giving your pussy a break, but letting the coil in your stomach tighten. you could feel it. so so close! krauser lets you breathe, a string of spit dripping from your lips. not ounce did his fingers falter—those wet noises, fuck, you're so wet. "you're such'a good girl," he hummed, eyes hypnotized with your creaming pussy.

your eyes widen when he finally doesn't stop fingering you—breath becoming faster and more ragged as your orgasm neared. he flickered his gaze back to you, entertained with your reactions. it was so worth it, saving the best for last. "yeah? uh-huh. you're so pretty. my pretty brat. sir's sorry for making you cry." "fuckfuckfuckfuck—'m cumming. sir, 'm cumming—♡!" your legs shook, and the moment the pads of his fingers graze that spongy nub in your pretty cunt, you're cumming undone. 

you would have screamed if it wasn't for the hand covering your mouth. you whimpered against his palm. "shhh, shhh. baby, i know. i know. it's too much, right?" but his fingers didn't stop, continuing to shove it knuckles-fucking-deep inside you.  "shh, shh. i know. but you asked for this. you wanted to cum, right? right?" krauser chuckled heartlessly, keeping this onslaught on your sensitive cunt. you were twitching so much around his fingers—and he knew you would be his next addiction for . . . god knows how long.

he abruptly pulled his fingers out from you, easing out another squirting orgasm from your poor cunt; using the same fingers, he gently rubbed your puffy clit. you squirmed, hips bucking and legs kicking. your eyes pricked tears, feeling too good, too sensitive. from covering your mouth, he moves to hold your jaw gently—wanting to hear your pretty, broken sobs. 

he feels the familiar tap on his arm. one, two. "aw, tapping out? you're not allowed to tap out." your eyes rolled to the back of your head, wailing when he adds a little more pressure on to rubbing your clit. "sir—sir please—, please. i'll be good, i'll be good—♡, please," you scratched on to his arms, biceps—anywhere you could get your claws on. "please— need a break," 

you? a break? when you're bucking your hips like that?

"hmm . . i don't think so."

end.

A/N: sorry if it's a bit sloppy, i wanted to compensate for taking too long to upload. i'm not very well-informed with military themes so i just kinda word vomited HAHA. but thank you soooo much for reading!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU! H2H* means hand to hand. according to google anyways. 

[rzyraffek]

Omg tysm! The last request was very cute. :3 I have ONE MORE.slashers at a pool party ★ ★ for like, summer lol lol

Also, I really luv your blog, its so cute :33

Omg yay summer themed headcanons! Sadly it's cold today but I will try to get into mood😍

Sfw, they/them

Summer(mostly pool and swiming) with slashers!!

Billy Lenz

Buy god damn SUNSCREAM he will be red after 10minutes of hanging out outsite

The sun is a deadly laser

Pretends he is a shark and attacks their legs when underwater

Also loves to splash and do waves

spooked of hairdryer and comb, he rather look like wet rat

Begs them to buy those funny shaped rubber things that you can lay on (guys I have no clue how those are called so I iwol just put photo at the end of fic if you are confused

Micheal Myers

...

Hm no

No i dont think i will

The closest he ever been to big body of water was when he was drowning somone

I doubt he can swim, so even if he would appear in pool he would just walk on bottom, hhh goofy

Hates wet cothes

And sun

And hot temperatures

Brahms Heelshire

Hhehe water

This guy won't swim, he will just lay/sit in water

Guy looks like dead body lol he just... lays there?

But when s/o gets near he will jump attack them, also.... nice outfit s/o

He is definitely type of guy who loves summer

Will forgot sunscreen and turn into tomato soup

Yautja

Purr hot weather he like

I swear s/o jumped into water for fun and this guy had the biggest heart attack of century "AAA MATE WHY DID OU JUMP!! WHO KNOWS IF ITS SAFE??? WHO KNOWS MAYBE WATER IS TOXIC?? DONT DO THAT!" he also jumped right after them lol

After making sure that, no yaujta water isn't poisonous and yes s/o can swim

Probably he can easly stand on bottom and still have (at least) his chest above water level

Also will pick s/o up while they are mid-swim like' a fish👹 and later throws them back in water ya go

Asa Emory

Will just vibe at shore, sunbathing

Yeah your doing great love, nice swimming... now lemmie just lay down and zzz

Acts like that one mom on beach that never enters water and just doest really care

Yeah yeah just dont drown and do no splash me, if you splash me im going to take your PlayStaton4 privileges

A mimir

Also while yall go next to pool he is 100% throwing them in

Jason

😰

Eeh you sure about that?? Water

He will stick to shallow part of pool

Going to be worried about s/o especially if they do some epic tricks. Yeah that's cool that you can do a flip in water but pls it's scary :(

He enjoys doing lil splashes and just picking them up

Pls hold his hand

Eddie gluskin

Oh my love nice outfit you got

Huh me? Water? Aw don't be silly honey

He will just stick to sitting on edge of pool and watching them swim, do not splash him!! His outfit is too pretty >:( grr

If s/o pushes him into water he will litteraly try to drown them (in wacky way)

Hush

He is the one inviting them! He found some random lake in middle of knowhere lol

Will probably do some dumb contest 'yo swims there the fastest gets a free kiss🤭' *points at other shore 5km away*

Will pick them up underwater and be like "haha look what cool fish I found i Will totaly make dinner out of you" drags out of lake and tickles or something idk hes weird

Also im writing this right before the most important exam of this month cuz if I wont pass it I wont pass this year🥳🤪 wish me luck, chemisty sucks

thats the billy lenz thing i was talking about.

[kaykishi]

hello again underworld office/charlie in underworld tmblr i may be a puyo blog but these are the good memes i could find on pinterest because i HATE pinterest's downloads and you can barely find it if you specifically search "uwo/ciu memes" so i post these here

I DID NOT MAKE ANY OF THESE!! i wish i did :(

pls help me find the source if you do know where these are from!! unless if the source is pinterest itself hhh

[1eoness]

i just know that Leon is the type that would fuck you against the mattress holding his shirt up between his teeth

HII mid-writing when i saw this n yeah :3 and tbh he also does it when he's frustratedd

do u want a snippet? ^^ (this is fem reader maybe i should write a m reader one)

[to clarify, i am a minor (17). anyone <17 and anyone >17 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

fuck. leon cursed in his head mid-thrust. he was blabbering and slurring his words behind you, and his mind geared with the venereal urge to just fuck you messy. leon's cheeks flushed warmly while you took his cock on all-fours, the man between your legs just inches away from just frantically rutting into your cunt. my, you deserved a reward for handling such a desperate boy ♡

you were plush against his mattress, fingers finding refuge in gripping the comforters so you can still feel yourself intact, at least.

it took one emphatic thrust to go through with his urges, just unable to resist your little hole as it milked him. "o-ohh, fuck-... mmm please..." he whimpered weakly, feeling himself shudder at the mere thought of going harder on you. call him greedy but his shirt becomes a hindrance into seeing more of you, as if you're not full on naked right now. but he's too into it to take the modest 4 seconds out of his time to take his shirt off.

outside of his own senses, he finds the black fabric of his shirt between his teeth before his hands traced to find hold on your waist, his right hand holding your hips still.

he arches you further downward into his bed. the flesh between the gaps of his fingers spill while his grip tightens. his hips snap harder, and his angle changes. it has you crying out. it has him blathering in muffled, frustrated whines because he hits it all good inside you, the spots that make your squelching cunny clench deliciously around him. leon is unable to talk, and lets the both of you feel good because he'll do anything for a sweet baby like you.

"hhh..ngghhh.." leon growls softly, cold breathes dissolving into the lust-laden air. he wants to call your name so bad, call you his good little thing and tell you how much he needs to cum inside you— but he's so annoyed with the fabric lodged between his teeth that he just has to fuck you harder.

it was going to be like this for a while :(

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a/n : hi guys smut production is slow because OH MY GOD IM GETTING MY ASS BEAT BY SCHOOL WITH A WOODEN SPOON AND A LADLE but dont worry guys!! but i dont like getting hopes up either bc im super slow and im just too much of a chad to be horny 24/7 yk

BUT GUYS I SWEAR I HAVE SOME DRAFTS DONE IM JUST SO BUSYYYYYYYGRRRRRR ARFARFARFAARFARF GUYS I HATE IT HERE

[niyalationz]

what in the mother FAWK was bad blood 😭😭

Ok #rant ahead sorru guysies..

(Assuming kayfabe here guys ok ? Ok!)

Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf.

1. even if i dont like liv, it's like theyr purposely trying to make her look weak. her whole reign has been about running away and cheating; idgaf if shes a heel. She still needs to PROVE she deserves the title.

2. i hate how this entire feud is all about dominik. Like doesnt rhea have a new man ?? Gtfo.. and the announcers constantly pushing this narrative that rhea still loves him the ENTIRE match was genuinely so annoying like stfu stfd and do ur job ho 😭😭

3. as a huuuuggee rhea fan, i wouldn't of even cared if liv won the match. Because there was nobody to get involved and cost rhea to lose, she was guaranteed to win in a way that would show everyone she can hold her own against anyone and deserves to have that title. She managed perfectly fine without TJD on her side before, so why can't she now?

4. o ya, raquel def fucked the match up. She came in to early, caused the DQ, and still tried to save it. Also, it was so anticlimactic how she came in. She should of had her theme song playing and she should of came out AFTER rhea was hitting dom.

5. this match was so obviously scripted it hurt like wtafff. I know i said 'assuming kayfabe' up there but cmon now. I will NEVER understand why rhea didnt just pin liv right then and there and maybe beat up dominik after. Even if raquel came out after she had pinned liv and beat her up, Rhea would still have the title and at the end of the day that's all that matters.

6. can we pls talk abt jhea? the writers started this like a year ago and are just now adding onto it bcz of the betrayal , but they've already ruined it before it even started. zero interactions two shows in a row (which i do understand the first one,, i wouldnt want my son to watch me wrestling + flirting with another woman that isnt his mother), but BFFR. Not even a behind the scenes of them talking? All we've gotten is them posting stories of one another. Come AWN neow HHH !☠️

7. okay so now were breaking up the terror twins. 💀 idk if triple H is trying to make Liv look weak or just ruin rhea's entire career. these bookings and plot line is ass and they did this w sasha banks tew. Look where she at now 🤷🏽‍♀️ anywayyy,, i dont get WHY they would break them up either. It also sort of ruins damians character and their bond w eachother that wwe has built up for years + the irl bond they have. Damian has sacrificed his own body to protect her, and now he got one win and all of a sudden he needs to go solo and leave a broken up rhea behind? NAW. He would not dew that. If u told last week Damian abt ts he'd slap u silly and knock the mario coins outta u.

8. i lowk stopped watching after that roman and cody match bcz i didnt care to see the rest so idk what all happened after that, so spare me guyss...

9. honestly,, jimmy coming back made me happy as a mf. Holdon let me show yall

10. Do i gaf thats not they names.. nooo not rlly lol haha anwyays

11. am i happy that my baby daddy roman won? Hell ya!

12. am i even happier that he came back for cody? HELLLLL YEEEEAHHHHHHH

13. am i confused at the rock comin back and not saying shit? ..yes

14. but anyways thats js my take on the situation. Maybe it's tew much yapping and not alot of sense behind these words, maybe it's just me seeing the drew vs punk first and expecting SO much more. I was expecting like rhea 2 go dummy crazy on Liv likkke. I wanted to see Rhea 'the bloody eradicator' ripley beatin ho's ass! But anyways i guess not 😭😭

15. i guess this isnt the end of the feud? Idk.. adding raquel into beef that should of just been rhea vs liv was a dumb ass move idc !

16. bye yall 😛

[uriekukistan]

hhh i'm sorry if this is just bringing negativity to your blog, but i'm so tired of jjktwt (and even other social medias) talking about megumi :( it just seems like everyone has a fixed idea of how his arc should play out and since it doesn't happen the way they want it, they resort to throwing him under the bus and saying the worst things about him. it feels like he's the butt of every joke and it makes me want to rip my hair out 😭 it's like 6 of us out here who genuinely care to see where he's going and everyone else just wants him to do something/exist for other characters exclusively

noo pls dont be sorry <33

me too, im tired of every time i open any social media and being flooded w all these...overall inaccurate and unsympathetic perspectives on his character (less so here, generally speaking). and i think too many jjk fans are too focused on cool battle scenes that they cant handle the characters having emotions because its not what they want to see. i'll never understand the megumi hate but if i had to pinpoint a reason for it, that'd be why.

sometimes i feel a bit sensitive since i never find any of the jokes abt megumi funny, so im glad that im not alone on that. they genuinely frustrate me so much, and i'd be lying if i said part of the reason i feel it so viscerally wasn't because i see myself in him....i digress

i've been thinking about it more recently, and all i want is for megumi is for him to find some kind of peace. whether yuuji saves him, or he saves himself, or he dies and reunites with tsumiki in the airport, i just want him to make peace with himself. he's been through so much ever since he was a little kid, and i find that he has a lack of self-regard, so i just want him to be okay, whatever that means....not me tearing up writing that im not normal abt him in the slightest

anyway...megumi fans, we're gonna get through this. group hug group hug (metaphorically...im assuming most of us are more touch-averse)

[eldritch-spouse]

Hello bestie Sinnie!! I am but a humble disciple asking you to impart anything and everything you feel like you shouldn't, any hc's, any outrageous thoughts or kinks, anything, about any one of your characters of choice!!! (I'm so sorry if this is Insanely vague but I so so so wanna be taken out by a chair to the knees fact, and also you absolutely deserve to impart any type of rabid/unhinged thoughts about your OWN CHARACTERS (A.K.A the PCU)

Also thought of Santi and Vesper and also you whenever I think of this

[HHh- You're killing me with the vague asks, pls.]

I'm just going to toss random bullshit at you, gomen. These aren't particularly shocking.

Random factoids (also a sketch)

Patches' name while alive was "Fábio da Cruz", his first dullahan head was his own macerated skull (because the flesh had begun to rot). He used to wear a veil over it because he was ashamed of it and couldn't animate the bone the same way he animates his current head;

Ludwig not-so-secretly wants a rug/carpet made out of a person;

Kalymir is jokingly called Clifford (the Big Red Dog) by the other Icons- He hates it;

The Clergy's gargoyles think Belo is fucking hideous, they kind of pity him. Pebble, on the other hand, is superbly attractive to them;

"Slimy bastard", or the use of "slimy" as an insult will make Gallon rip one of your limbs off. Rude;

Shags has a sketchbook with elaborate drawings of every person kidnapped, every "failed inspiration" as he puts it;

The ruler of Limbo has gotten powerful enough to kill a siadar;

I never showed you this, but Shags' parents are basically planned out, here are concept sketches. They're both ink caps as well, workaholics who moved out of the city for some peace of mind.

Entirely unrelated, but I've wanted to make a neomorph-ish oc for way too God damn long, and I want the whole scenario to be so dark. I just need to learn to draw them differently, better.

And this concludes the odd trivia section of our program. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[h-doodles]

BEHHH imagine Helene calling Larissa and Marilyn petnames in tagalog🤭 Mahal ko or sinta. And it’s one of the only ways that Helene can fluster them back. ALDJKSJDJ

GIRL ITS 5 AM ANONG GINAGAWA MOOOOOO

But also YES UR SOOOO RIGHT skdbdkxndkdld actually here's more elaboratibg on that!!!!

Okay so by virtue Marilyn knows a bit of tagalog with her interactions with Rafael during those days she spent sneaking into the kitchens to make a pot of tea in the nights before she & Larissa got together and like. one night Rafael recieves a package and opens it there and sees it's an expensive (BUT PRACTICAL) gift from yours truly so he dials up Helene and goes

Raf: Helene Salazar, ano tong abubot na pinadala mo?

Helene: Tito naman,,, sabi mo kasi walang ano dyan ehhhh

and basically lol he reprimands her for spending so much money (ang mahal nito, sira ulo ka talagang bata ka! || this is expensive, you must be out of your mind, child! ) but is persuaded to keep it (yeah well it's just a thank you for helping me pass my finals po, and DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, sagot naman ng credit card ni Daddy! || (...) DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, dad's credit card paid for it!)

(Raf snorts bc he hates the man's guts but loves his only niece, so.)

ANYWAYS he ends the call but not before Helene's "Bye titoooooo, take care always & remember mahal kitaaaaaaa" (Bye uncleeeeee, take care always & remember I love youuuuuu) echoes loud enough for Mari to overhear

anyways she asks & Raf explains how our words have different meanings with different sounds so. hehe

meanwhile Larissa seeing Helene being a songerist <3 while she was finishing cleanup, serenading the empty kitchen lol

ANYWAYS KDHDKDJDJDKS they're DEFINITELY SOFT WHEN READER/HELENE CALLS THEM MAHAL/SINTA/IROG

ok but also Helene serenading them when they're alone and like. WAUGH HHH HHHHHHHH

also Helene using Mutya for Larissa & Liyag for Marilyn!!!!!! bc Larissa IS a precious gem & Marilyn is a beloved darling!!!!!!

they're DEFINITLEY fucking flustered babe, they're so soft

ok but waug hhhhhhh Rissa & Mari calling Helene as Liwanag is dking so much damage to my brain rn HELP Akdbddndbsksks pls girl hold me the braincells are escaping!!!!!!!

[askthe-littlepoet]

*coughcough* 1 more poll for ted pls? *coughcough*

okok sure

[geologichloe]

Drooling oh my gods hhh tear me in half pls and thank you strong woman strong woman

blabbering like an idiot how tall are you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I’m always happy to tear you in half, and my DM’s are always open xx

I hate to disappoint but I am a mere 170 cm (5’7”) but I’m 110 kg of muscle

[thenixkat]

i just think the opening theme has a lot of implications about the nature of kaiju in the setting with how it opens but i need to aquire more info to like organize my thoughts I do still firmly sit in the camp that post kaijufication, Kafka is a kaiju that can shapeshift to look like a human and not human that can turn into a kaiju. WHich is supported apparently supported by his xrays later in teh series. So, how breakable and human functioning he is in human form doesnt gel with me. IDK ALso Kafka's greatest ambition being to keep his promise to his childhood bestie and fight monsters by her side is adorable

but also like, sir, pls dont kill yerself to fulfill yer goal for a lady who dont even call to check in on you. Even for platonic reasons. Like you can make new friends

like as far as I gathered tiger lady dropped this man after he failed to pass the test to joing the government monster slayers. ANd like dude tried for years, I assume he tried every year till he aged out of being able to apply until the age limit got raised. And she mad/disappointed at him for not being able to make the cut. Like, yo, people have limits. Not everyone is physically able to get into the job they really fucking want to get into even if they do their best, sometimes a person's best isnt good enough like good on him for deciding to give it one last try, but like deciding to keep going in a test with broken bones b/c youve decided that yer not gonna give up anymore is not very healthy mindset

like, riding the angsty teen into battle is better than walking on that broken leg but being jostled around like that is not good for his wounds damn hhh ok. damn they not letting that man have a W for more than five seconds are they? I do wish whoever worked on this dub would translate the Japanese text on screen. I have the same complaint with Dungeon Meshi for doing the same thing. Like, dubbers used to fucking translate the text too what happened to that?

rich blond girl has daddy issues and I'm probably supposed to care but no. I hate her for what she did to my guy's vehicle, the vehicle his boss let him borrow at that. Rude ass kid oh hey, an antagonist. That mushroom headed humanoid kaiju with a better design than the protag. Shot the rich girl and is reanimated the other kaiju that died during the test heheh nice

ok that got a laugh from me! Rich girl going through it with daddy issues and not being ok with the intelligent kaiju that just revived the one she just killed. Shouts 'I have to be perfit!' and gets fucking slapped into a building by the revived bull kaiju. heheheheh the fuck is that facial hair

also rich girl's emotionally neglectful father and source of daddy issues hahahaah she got slapped again hah I assume this isnt supposed to be funny but I don't give a singular shit about this asshole rich kid. Ha ha she got slapped ok, Kafka's bad at secret identity-ing and also way nicer to rude kids than I would be

damn yall can't let this man be cool for more than a moment b4 trying to be funny yeah Kafka stronk another one punch gore rain Kafka gives advice to kids about taking risks that he very much doesnt follow. Angsty teen comes and chews his ass out for transforming in the middle of the monster killing exam at the monster killing headquaters b/c the angsty teen is worryed that his friend might get executed angsty teen is an increadibly responsible teenager i should probably learn his name, I do like him

Ichikawa apparently. lady fucking talk to yer ex childhood bestie damnit. both of you need to socialize

ma'am that's not what i ment yer not good at expressing yer feelings lady ok at least rich girl aint a snitch i'll give her that bad guy intelligent kaiju really in a damn bathroom listening to the news and disappointed that their stunt didnt kill any humans

uh bad guy humanoid kaiju can also shapeshift into a human. WHich explains the clothes hanging up on the stall …why this mfer got to get naked to listen to the news??

oh… uh… bad guy kaiju shifter… is one of Kafka's coworkers at his kaiju clean up job ok interesting that's def an interesting hook to end an ep on

[mochinon-yah]

I think I passed the first exam (god I hate drawing how to cut hair styles)

I have 2nd exam on Wednesday (hhh)

But it's just theory and theory is pretty easy

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THAT'S GREAT TO HEARRR!! 🔥🔥🔥

Well, i'm sure you can pass the 2nd exam, but still tho, good luck fish!!!! Pls don't forget to take sufficient rest after all those stuff (•ˋ _ ˊ•) it's important for you to do that, okaayy???