#hope u like the short XD

[ballad-of-elgado]

Please look at my silly he's my special littol guy

Nayim in his Wilds-ified design. I am OBSESSED WITH HIM

[taojjang]

𐙚 babysitting with riize .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day twenty-four! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: CHILDREN.

synopsis: riize reactions when you're suddenly put on babysitting duty during the holidays!

a/n: merry christmas eve !! i hope everyone is excited for tomorrow and i hope this week will be so amazing for all of u!!! this fic is less holiday-oriented but i thought this would be such a cute xmas eve gift 🥹🧡 enjoy!

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✩ shotaro ⸝⸝

・ loves babies!

・ taro absolutely jumps at the idea of babysitting your little brother for the holidays

・ the second he meets the toddler, he's already squealing at how adorable he is

・ it doesn't take long for him to start acting up :( but taro handles it shockingly well, telling him off with a gentle yet stern voice

・ takes him to go play in the snow to make up for it <3

・ your camera roll is filled with so many photos of them playing together and taking long naps after their tiring snowball fights :3

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝

・ oh he's been WAITING for this day.

・ dealing with a brother fifteen years younger than him, he's more than qualified to watch after your younger brother.

・ he prepares a bunch of food to cook for the boy, always asking him what he's craving

・ he's having the time of his life cooking while listening to your giggles and baby talk all the way from the kitchen <3

・ your heart melts seeing him blow on the food to make sure it doesn't hurt the baby and even feeds him while he's playing with his toy cars :(

・ he ends up getting along well with the boy and even asks you if he could babysit more often!

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝

・ "baby, do you mind if we babysit my s-" "yes."

・ the moment you mention babysitting your baby sister for the holidays, sungchan is already putting on his coat to go buy gifts for her :(

・ once he meets her, he is HEAD OVER HEELS.

・ this boy is such girl dad material :(

・ he showers her with gifts and happily watches her play with them, letting her test out the hair accessories on him just to see her having fun

・ your heart just can't contain seeing him with such an adoring look :( long story short you beg your parents to keep her with you for a little longer

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝

・ wonbin would be so anxious watching after your baby cousin </3

・ he'd constantly be fretting about whether the house is baby-proof enough, keeping his eye on her at all times in case she gets hurt

・ always asking you if you've fed her or showered her yet

・ seeing him so overwhelmed, you reassure him everything is alright and not to worry so much since you got it!

・ he takes a break while you play with her but he can't help coming back to watch u play with the baby so adorably >w<

・ once the baby's energy pipes down, wonbin takes her to the bedroom for naptime and you end up catching them cuddled up on your bed :((

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝

・ once you mention babysitting he's all YIPPIEEE! YAYYAY >W< yAYYY!! WAHOOOOO!!! XD

・ but on the contrary, you're stressing so much since you know your little brother is INSANE

・ hani reassures you he'll take care of everything and everything will go by just fine!

・ which surprisingly it does..!

・ your brother is surprisingly tamed when he plays with seunghan, calmly putting together puzzles while eating his favorite snacks

・ seeing hani get so giggly and affectionate with your baby brother makes you fall in love with him all over again </3

✩ sohee ⸝⸝

・ this baby knows nothing about taking care of kids!! save this boy!!!

・ as the youngest of his family, he's never taken care of kids much but of course he's down to help you babysit your little cousin!

・ but once he finds out that the boy likes video games he's SET

・ sits in front of the tv with him for hourssss just playing all the games he has on the console

・ but once you urge him to take time away from the tv, he obliges and shuts it off immediately

・ then seeing you set the dinner table for him and the boy makes him feel all warm inside </3 it gets so much worse seeing you feed him and pat him on the head with that pretty smile on your face... yeah he's got baby fever now!

✩ anton ⸝⸝

・ AHHHHH YOU NEED TO PUT A RING ON HIS FINGER

・ he doesn't hesitate whatsoever when agreeing to watch your baby cousin

・ you were worried since you'd be watching after an infant and carrying so many responsibilities, but toni has your back!

・ he'd always have the baby in his arms, gently cradling her and cooing little noises at her to make her smile <3

・ he wouldn't let you stress for even a second, always making you sit down whenever the baby cries and taking care of it himself

・ but once he sees you sitting by her crib and looking at her with such soft eyes, he's tearing up :(( begs you to keep her around a little longer

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a/n: sorry this one isn't a full fledged fic..! i thought headcannons would be so much cuter for this one so i hope you guys liked this! i'm so excited for tomorrow and i hope everyone has an amazing christmas!

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[itwdoris]

LOVE UR WORK

I HOPE U DO KENTO + PISS STUFF

THANK U FOR YOUR SERVICE XD 😳😳

oh nanami who always seems so perfect, such a gentleman, that he can hardly keep his dick in his pants just imagining you pissing in his mouth.

he wanted it because he couldn't get you out of his head you doing the same thing last night, when you two drank a bit too much after your date and went to the bedroom.

seeing your swollen lips kissing the head of his hard throbbing cock, even if he had warned you many times; "please, my dear, i need to go-" and yet you kept going until he pissed in your mouth.

and oh, it was on his mind all day...

"wait a minute, i need to go to the bathroom." you said quietly, taking his arms off you, trying getting up from the sofa. but his hand stoped you.

"pee on me." and it came out of his mouth before he could even think straight. his ears burning.

you swallowed an embarrassed moan, your face turning red at the knowledge that he probably remembered some things, standing in front of him as if frozen.

nanami had already said, so there was no turning back, taking a deep breath and looking right into your eyes, gently pulling you closer; "do it in my mouth."

so you nodded, perhaps a little more excited than you should be.

"permit me." he said as he kissed the tip of your belly, carefully pulling down your pants and sighing loudly when he noticed your panties with a wet spot.

he thought about fitting in his mouth on you, but it would be too uncomfortable.

then nanami gently led you to the sofa, watching you with a red face as he knelt down right in front of you, swallowing dryly as you touched your knees and slowly pulled them apart, exposing you to him.

he approached slowly, slipping his hands under your thighs to hold you in place, fitting his mouth perfectly on your pussy. you moaned quietly, trying to concentrate, dripping and dripping until finally doing it.

filling his mouth with your piss, seeing your face relieved, listening to you, he moaned against your folds, drinking it all in. his cock almost exploding inside his pants, oh.

he wanted it.

you felt him pulling you closer by your thighs, so held his hair, moaning for him, feeling him sucking every drop as he noticed the flow diminishing, separating his mouth from you and breathing in gasps.

he licked you like he was starving, sucking and cleaning everything, he licked his lips and wiped his chin with his hand, swallowing, looking at your pussy right there for him, only for him.

dirty thoughts invaded nanami's head, making him blush to his ears again, sighing at the thought of so many wet things.

"could we do this more often?"

waa sorry, know it's short and rushed, but didn't know how to do it with him so i used the first idea i had, hope it's readable at least! also >< thank you! <3 <3

[kindred-spirit-93]

I KINDA CLEANED MY WINDOWS!!

its probably going to rain and render my efforts useless but idc its been bothering me for so long and today i did the bare minimum and im happy. i used wipes lol i can see dust lines but still. a win is a win

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kinda going through it. i think its a quarter life crisis lmao (or half whos to say ;)) except its very chill. like milestones and relationships arent bothering me (all in good time im in no rush) and i dont feel like im behind or missing out on anything.

im just existing and trying to make it till graduation yk? im tired

skipped another class today lol (last one no promises tho) to go to the cafeteria again. im allowing myself to compromise bc i really am not feeling great. ofc theres no one but myself to blame for that lol but this aint about her. also social anxiety can go cry in the corner >:)

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wearing my emotional support turtleneck lmao, ate a bite of yesterdays carrot cake (divine), my beloved honeybee plushie is within arms reach. im trying. and its progress

new year tomorrow so hopefully ill snap into it again and feel better after studying and ticking a few boxes. hopefully.

so many things i want to do. short term and long term. so little time and barakah these days. but we persist.

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i love my patho prof so much. my uncle taught her during at some point and she worked with another uncle of mine for some time so she knows the family well. shes so wonderful and always keen to learn and help (conflict of interest who? im joking were all very professional which surprisingly is the opposite of the norm here. but thats an essay for another time)

yesterday after class she read and went through the physicians oath (fun fact theres a muslim version! and generally modern versions lol iirc the og hippocratic one was a bit wild) with us and its beautiful. i plan on printing it out and sticking it somewhere i can see.

anyway i think its important to keep the end goal (visibly) in sight bc its easy esp for me to get caught up in the minutiae of the every day and get overwhelmed, so its a good reminder for me to renew my intention every now and again, and to appreciate how far ive come :)

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dont u hate it when ur upset or angry and then every inanimate object in existence conspires against u. like wtf are u doin. why are u unionising and why tf is it against me??? im on ur side u jerks >:'(

in ther news my baby cousin is the cutest lil man on the planet his shenanigans are always hysterical. yesterday he left all his toys to go play with the aubergines lmao. legos? nah we stacking tuna cans XD

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my dads meeting a friend today so i asked him over lunch what [friends] phd was about since his bachelors is in arabic. like what research do u do in languages, and he said the master thesis was abt the sentence structure of the nabataean language (aramaic i think) and how it resembles arabic. and if thst isnt the coolest fricking thing idk what is

i love languages so much i really wish i could learn every langauge under the sun and read every book in existence. maybe in heaven lol. anyway i asked him if he could ask him to recommend me a book and he said he will :3

the 2 books i bought last year when we went to turkiye abt the ottoman empire sitting on my shelves collecting dust: this bitch

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my hands are cold and im getting too lazy to type lol. thank u for reading this far, might post some class doodles today idk (my attention span these days is truly something scandalous)

hope ur all doing well! take care of yo selves, drink water or ill personally hunt u down, and enjoy da fireworks tonight!

"with alarm, your scholar" - kindred

[nothing-tolose]

All Because I Liked A Girl.

Part 2.

Warning: death threats, panic attack (?), lmk if i missed anything!

A/N: still kinda short anyway but yeah here it is. english isn't my first language so pls pls i hope u guys can understand t____t love u guys sm xoxo

Part 1.

🇵🇸 Daily click.

You keep your phone on screen after you saw those comments on school's blog. You couldn't tell what's happening right now, too many comments made you so hard to search the problem. You bring that thing to everywhere; kitchen, living room, porch, or even to the bathroom.

It's been two hours since you woke up and you haven't showered yet. You were too focused on your school's blog. You sit on your dining chair with a cup of water in front of you, fingers still scrolling and searching.

'Why there's so much bad comments towards me? Why do people keep mentioning Ellie and Anne in between my name?'

You keep asking the same question in your head. You have no idea. Because, oh really, what the fuck is happening right now? You didn't even do anything wrong before!

And you stopped scrolling when you saw Anne's post.

11 hours ago

@annel1se-torres

oh.. i think.. people should be know about a girl who just stole someone's girlfriend, yeah? been hiding this for months but i guess today is the right time to tell you all. aaanddd this isn't about a gossip at all since it was happened to me:)

i would never understand why did she still can smile so brightly after she stole my gf, oops, i mean.. my ex. sorry my bad ;(

there's no girls supporting girls when the one have NO SHAME 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

anyway, have a good night everyone! <3

You froze. You figured out that her post was the problem of all those bad comments, and that post finally answered your curiosity.

Who doesn't know about Anne, though? Everyone knew her as an 'IT GIRL' or something like that on your school. She was dated with Ellie back then and broke up 5 months ago. Everyone always praising her like she's the perfect one, no one could replace her. Good grades, good looking, good personality. Oh, she got them all.

You were confused. It was 5 months ago, you started talking with Ellie 3 months ago, and started dating with her a month after that. There's a little big gap between their relationship with yours, right? Why did she bring up about that and saying that you stole Ellie?

Did she really talking about you? Or you were just overanalyzing? Absolutely not. She haven't been in relationship after her break up with Ellie. If the post wasn't about you and Ellie, then who?

People in her comments section were shading you and even mentioning YOUR NAME.

@bracchiosoreuzz

I THINK I KNOW WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT :0 her name starts with * right?

@annel1se-torres replied

@brachhiosoreuzz girl i know you're smart but shh 🤫

@butter-cheese777

i fucking agree w you anne, no girls supporting girls when the one have NOOO SHAAAMEEE FOR STEALING SOMEONE'S GIRLFRIEND!

@rainawastinghertime

lmfao, she's ugly tho why did ellie accept her to be her girlfriend? ugh she's not worthy to be compared with you, girl

@77-s18

ugly bitch always steal everything

@plhrmc

she should be dead fr i don't care what anyone says

@dont-lookat-m33 replied

@plhrmc hey delete that, you're going too far

@dont-lookat-m33

are you sure that she stole ellie from you? i mean, they started dating like around three months after your break up. think again, anne. im on your side if they were dating a week after the break up. she's already getting a death threat because of your post. not everything should be about you though.

@77-s18 replied

@dont-lookat-m33 guys it's her!!! use your real account you loser XD

You shouldn't have seen those comments, you should've just see the post. Those comments were worst than the first you saw before. The way Anne replied their comments, and didn't even care about the others. What's her actual problem with you? You both were never interacting before. All you know is Anne's post was absolutely a lie because you didn't even care abour her or thinking about her when you talking to Ellie for the first time until you dating with her.

It was your first time getting really really bad comments and death threats. You were definitely scared. Firstly they said they'll spit on you on Monday morning if you show up, and now they wishing you dead.

You can't stop scrolling and reading the comments, it gets worse. God, they made you scared to death. Your body starts to shaking, your hands too. You hold your tears.

Your phone buzzed when you were about to see more comments on Anne's post. Lauren calls you again.

"Hey, I just found the–"

"Lau, I.." You couldn't talk, words suddenly disappeared. Lauren can hear your breath, and you were panting. "I saw those comments. They–"

Lauren went silent, she took a deep breath, "Would you close the blog right now? Please?" Now she sounds more softer than the last call you had with her.

You nod slightly.

You swear to God, you can't hold your tears anymore. You were too scared, scared of what will happen next. What if they really spit on you? What if they give you a disgusting stare on you? And what if—

Then you cried.

You hear Lauren's voice from the call, "I'll be there in five minutes. Just sit there where you are and don't go to somewhere else." And she hang up.

Of course you're not going to anywhere. Your feet were limp, you couldn't do anything except crying.

Your phone screen was on, you can see the notifications on the screen there.

messages request from ssalxxxx

god i really hope you the worst

she's dating with you because she just wanted to make anne jealous

poor girl

messages request from qwrtxxxx

ellie was never happy with you and anne is better than you, girlie

i'll be waiting for your funeral 💘

You shut your eyes, you don't want to see it. But hey, remember that curiosity killed the cat.

messages from els <33

babe are you okay??

taglist: @backedbeansh

[nightwonder7]

What are your thoughts on the new Hullabaloo content?

AAaaaahhhh sorry it has taken me so long to get to these asks! 😭 I've been too eepy to properly articulate any replies ;u;

The short of it, it was so good!!! O0O I liked the story a lot more than I expected. Like gosh, the writing, the presentation, the animation, the voice acting (Joker's performance at the tent gave me chills)! Everything was so impeccable and much more than I thought it would be :0 Certainly a breath of fresh air and an upgrade from the diary stories of game 4 and 9 (I wouldn't mind at all if the devs revisited those with the same caliber as Closing Night 👀 at least it seems all the stories from now on will be presented this way)! While character and essence trailers tend to be very poetic and ambiguous, Closing Night was pretty straight forward in the plot, which was really nice.

The characters themselves and their dynamics were probably the most striking to me. It's one thing to read the lore through letters and deductions, but seeing the characters actually perform in real time gives more insight and adds layers of depth and complexity that are hard to perceive through other formats. Even the little things; the way they speak, their demeanor, their body language, how they act towards each other in different situations... Like how Mike tends to use grandiose gestures while he speaks, or how Violetta talks with such softness and meekness in her voice (she is definitely the kind of person to apologise if someone else were to step on her toes... okay, bad analogy, but you get what I mean gfhjgdg). It's these details I'm so grateful to have witnessed in these characters. (Emphasizing that these characters come from a media where most of the lore is tucked away in written documents that a lot, or even most players, don't bother to seek out. It's nice that the later story installments to IDV have enabled more of them to learn more about the lore, cause it's all so very interesting and a shame to miss out on) It was an absolute treat to see them all interact with each other and the environment!

I love how the point of contention was building up through it all, and how it all came to a head at the end. I loved Mike's development as he realised what was truly going on at Hullabaloo. His perception of his perfect childhood paradise practically imploded on him in such a scale that he could no longer handle it ;-; All of them were victims to the circus and each of them had their own sets of trauma from the abuse. You could understand why they all acted the way they did, even if some of their actions weren't always the best. Man, the writing is so good!

Overall a very good story and presentation that I really enjoyed! Lots of angst, which I love 👀 I feel like I've gotten a better understanding of these characters now too; just hoping I'll also manage to portray them somewhat similarly fgdshjfsd XD Anyway, I'm looking forward to game 0 now! (but plz I want more Ashes of Memory first 😭)

[aannonn]

I FINALLY FINISHED ITT LETS GOOO

(to anyone who wanna read it on ao3 instead! ><)

not-actually-so-funfact; my computer started to burn in the middle of the translation :D (im brazilian so i write my fics in brazilian before translating them to english- xd)

anyways!! hope u enjoy the read just as much as I did while writing it! <3

- , "Ruined. All Ruined."

(updated/fixed) Tags ;

Rating : Teen and Up Audiences Warning : Graphic Depictions of Violence Tags#1 : rated t mainly because of the swears // violent thoughts // threats of violence // whump // self hatred // self depreciation // self esteem // self esteem issues // angst // angst and feels // heavy angst // hurt no comfort // emotional hurt // crying // selective mutism // talking in musical notes Tags#2 : hurt/comfort // comfort // emotional hurt/comfort // emotional // inner dialogue // minecraft mechanics // neurodivergent // {not exactly the focus but y'k- its there} // author is projecting

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Ruined.

All ruined.

   Green sat on his bed, the tie tied carefully around his neck crumpling from the tightness of his knees being hugged close to his chest. A crumpled tie was certainly not something he would take lightly, and he would quickly fix his posture so he could tidy it up and leave it the way it was before, perfect as it should be. But- honestly? Green felt no motivation to do so right now.

   He doesn't understand what he did wrong. Did he prepare too much? Did he create a lot of expectations? Did he let his anger and arrogance get the best of him again?

   Everything seemed perfect, everything was perfect, but then that silverfish suddenly emerged and, in the blink of an eye, everything around him seemed to be shattering; All the months of planning and preparation and so, so many songs he wrote and scratched because none of them felt perfect enough felt like they had been stepped on, crushed and thrown into lava, slowly burning right before his eyes.

   Is not fair. None of this was fair. He worked so hard to get to this moment, to improve his musical skills and impress an entire audience with his music, his passion. His friends, friendly acquaintances - everyone he knew was there - even Orange was there! They were all there for the concert, for the performance, for him.

   He felt like he was on cloud nine, happily boasting about the praise and applause floating around him like birthday confetti, roses being thrown at him as a sign of love and admiration - His friends and family were congratulating him and looking at him with so much admiration and love and affection for his amazing and so well-planned, so well-done, so perfect performance.

   He felt so adored, like the celebrities he saw on YouTube, being praised and complimented and talked about by many, many people, with so much admiration and adoration in their voices when talking about them. He felt so envied, as if several people adored him so much that they wanted to have his talents, they wanted to be him. He felt so loved, friends and family being so proud of him that he felt himself laughing happily, smiling so big that his cheeks hurt.

   ...Then a silverfish rised onto the stage, stepped on his noteblock, and the adoring, gazing eyes of the crowd - of his friends - were on the mob, and suddenly it seemed like it wasn't his concert anymore, but rather a random silverfish who just invaded the stage and stole his place, his audience, his moment.

   Green clenched his fists, bringing his knees even closer and crumpling his tie even more; Is not fair. None of this is fucking fair. He worked so hard for this, he worked so long for this, and now it's all ruined. Everything is ruined.

   The audience applauded and the show was a success, but the silverfish was the one in the spotlight; It was what was being boasted about, congratulated, adored, happily applauded for its' incredible performances.

   Meanwhile, Green was collapsing in pain in the middle of the stage and suffering from a horrible concussion.

   He felt humiliated, awfully humiliated. Shame, disappointment, and anger flooded his entire being, and the moment he woke up in his room, in his bed, with an ice pack on his head and a potions kit right on his desk, the only thing he did was have a staring contest with the ceiling with hazy eyes, his mind was a complete fog as he felt himself swinging his leg from side to side, jiggling it repeatedly distractedly.

   They cheered, the audience cheered, his friends cheered, but none of the cheers and joyful whistles were directed at him, as if the show had never even belonged to him in the first place.

   Green clenched his fists so tightly that he felt the faintest hint of blood coming from his palms, tears stinging his eyes distressingly, falling and spilling and wetting the mattress like rainfalls.

   Small bubbles appeared in his throat and made him let out soft sobs while small melodic notes came out of his mouth, making unbearably unpleasant and hostile noises, seeming as if a million instruments were being played at the same time, forming a loud and unpleasant noise for the ears. Fortunately the canorous notes that came out were small and therefore you wouldn't be able to hear them properly if you weren't close enough to his face.

   He felt so pathetic, so ridiculous. It wasn't even that bad; Everyone in the audience loved and genuinely enjoyed the show, his friends even formed a band and Orange finally played the electric guitar he had after years of not even touching it! So why was he so sad? Why did he feel like his entire world had just collapsed? Why did he feel so angry at the silverfish that only wanted to play with him?

   Because he was so selfish. So selfish and arrogant the little musician.

   He wanted to pull his head off, his stupid head with a stupid brain that only knew how to think about itself - He wanted to find that stupid silverfish and sink the tip of the diamond sword at its' stomach, jab it and stab it and all over again until all that was left of the mindless mob were little white clouds signaling its permanent death.

   He wanted to punch himself, spank himself - He wanted to be vengeful, he wanted to scream - He was so angry at himself, so angry at the silverfish, so angry at his brain, so angry at his feelings, so angry at his friends who didn't even try to help him get the silverfish off the stage and bring everyone's attention back to him, so angry at the world that was never merciful to him, hurting him again and again and again and again and again and again like a fucking punching bag.

   He wanted to isolate himself from everything and everyone to show the world how fucking angry and tired he is right now. He wanted his friends to invade his room to shower him with love and affection, hugs and apologies and promises that they would take better care of him, that they would never try to hurt him again, that they would never let the world hurt him again.

   He wants the world to burn, he wants the world to hold him like a baby.

   He's so selfish. Selfish and arrogant little adorable musician.

   His mind was a fog full of thoughts as his emotions took control, his body swayed slightly from side to side like a mantra, all of this making his brain unable to register the sound of footsteps approaching his position on the bed or even extra weight being added to the green mattress.

   Green jumped when he felt a hand holding his arm gently, rocking his body serenely and distracting his mind from thoughts for a few brief moments. He still didn't take his face off his knees, but he didn't take the hand off his arm either.

   Faint sobs and small musical notes echoed through the spacious house, the fog of dark thoughts in his mind gradually fading until all that was left were just faint sobs and dry tears gracing his face, a few tears still running down his chin towards the bed, small drops of water, some already old, wetting the mattress.

   He didn't register and didn't want to register how long it had been since he and the familiar but currently unknown stickfigure had been sitting on the bed. The stickfigure just rocked him calmly and slowly, distracting him from his thoughts that only got darker and darker, while also giving him time to calm down at his own pace, which Green deeply appreciates.

   Eventually, his breathing seemed to have finally eased and he opened his eyes, raising his head slowly and groggily, somewhat destabilized after the horrible mental breakdown he had just had.

   Yellow's composed and slightly worried face greeted him, the gentle movement of his head cooled off the nervous spasms he felt in his body after his brain had correctly registered the pathetic and disappointing scene he had just made, right in front of one of the last people he wanted for to see him in this state.

   Yellow remained quiet, his hand still on Green's arm as he continued to rock him gently, his movements filled with nothing but pure affection and concern for him. For Green.

   Green raised his head groggily, feeling light bubbles rising in his throat again and a new spiral of crying emerging before he pushed it back by force, several carefully chosen words in his head ready to start a conversation and break the suffocating silence, even though none of them had any actual desire to actually produce real sounds.

   He coughed, a hoarse, noisy wet cough, taking a deep breath - with some difficulty - before merely forcing a sound out of his throat, words in his mind all jumbled together - he just wanted to break the silence, a silence so quiet and still and suffocating.

   - W.. what." His voice was hoarse from crying and small musical notes were muddled with the words, making the words that came out of his mouth a confusing cacophony of sounds and verbs without a correct direction.

   Yellow patted his free hand on his knee nervously, whispering softly; - I just wanted to check up on you."

   Green no longer felt any motivation to actually form words and say them out loud, so he just shook his head sharply and pushed Yellow's hand away from his arm, a small musical note faintly leaving his mouth; a twisted, angry, broken sound.

   Go away.

   Yellow quickly understood the message the older one wanted to convey and tapped his hand on his knee nervously again, a slight, almost imperceptible movement of his shoulders lowering in defeat before he stood up and walked to the door, his steps light, but steady, echoing in the now empty space; where a single green stickfigure sat on his own bed of the same color, hugging and consoling himself from the world that only knew how to hurt. The only sounds that could be heard were his own whimpers and small melodic notes that the form curled up like a ball of the arrogant little musician emanated.

   It's so quiet. The world seemed so much lonelier and more dangerous when it was quiet.

   It's just him, and the world that hates him.

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   At some point in his breakdown; round two(2), Green fell asleep; spilled tears still dripping onto the mattress while light, dry remnants clung to his cheeks. Honestly, Green isn't sure if he actually fell asleep, all he remembers is that his perception of his surroundings was momentarily desensitized and he found himself lying in his bed, a pair of hands on his shoulder shaking him with enthusiasm to side to side, presumably being the reason why his brain seemed to have regained awareness of his surroundings when he felt a sudden and unexpected physical contact stirring him impatiently.

   Red's excited and unbearably happy face was what greeted him this time, determination and enthusiasm adorning his movements as he continued to shake him the way he normally would when he had done something cool and desperately wanted to show to someone.

   Noticing the slight movement of Green's head moving towards him, Red let go of the shorter stick's right shoulder and jumped back, his arms bobbing up and down happily before grabbing Green's hands and pulling him in a way so that he was now sitting on the bed, relinquishing him and quickly rushing to the door, giving him one last look (still jumping up and down and waving his arms happily) before jumping out of the house, his steps happy and hurried resonating even outside the household.

   Green just stared at the door now open to him, not moving a single inch to follow Red to wherever the latter wanted to show him, an internal debate in his head with the decisions he could make.

   Getting out of bed, let alone walking to the door, seemed like a challenge. His body had little to no motivation to exercise and his head was still a fog that momentarily distracted him from his surroundings. He really didn't want to get up.

   But there would be no more silence if he did. The world would no longer seem so dangerous and immense for him if he went outside.

. . .

   Green sighed, staring at the floor for several long moments before merely forcing his body to stand, stumbling a bit in disorientation after sitting for so long, before practically dragging himself to the door, his slow, sloppy steps echoing through the silent residence.

   The entire time he walked towards the open door, Green stared at the ground, absentmindedly counting the pixel particles of the blocks he passed in his mind.

   He really had no desire to do anything... But the silence he was in was too suffocating and oppressive for him to bear.

   As he walked, Green quickly noticed that the light gradually dimmed with each new block, getting darker and darker until he couldn't even see the color of the staircase.

   Green took his eyes off the floor and raised his head, noticing how the computer's lighting seemed to have suddenly faded, enveloping both him and the programs and the PC's characteristic background in immense darkness - Much like when he himself removed the brightness of the computer to blast his latest music at that time.

   Green straightened up, feeling goosebumps all over his body as he took his cell phone out of his pocket and turned on the flashlight, quickly taking out his diamond sword from his inventory and holding it tightly, keeping his guard up for any possible mobs or whatever it was that could suddenly jump on him.

   He slowly descended the steps, his steps light and careful as he illuminated the darkness around him and kept his ears open for any sign of movement or noise.

   He wonders where his friends are...

   Suddenly, red and orange and yellow and green and blue lights illuminated the computer and momentarily blinded him, causing him to stagger back in fright and throw his sword and cell phone into the air before quickly grabbing the sword in alarm, pointing the sharp tip towards the light source as he vaguely registered the sound of his cell phone falling to the ground with the flashlight still on.

   A stage - his stage - his concert stage - greeted him back, colorful lights enthusiastically illuminating the center of the stage, where stood his dearest friends that he had known for as long as he could remember.

   Friends who also just watched as his concert was ruined by a fucking silverfish.

   Green shook his head sharply to dispel that thought, slowly lowering his sword as he quickly settled down, no longer feeling the impending danger scratching the back of his neck, though that also didn't mean his irritation had disappeared.

   He simply stared at the four(4) stickfigures on the stage, irritation was obvious in his movements as he gave them the silent treatment.

   Blue clasped his hands together nervously, Red dragged his feet on the floor without looking at him while Orange shifted uncomfortably; The only one who seemed more balanced and stressless of all was Yellow, although Green could detect a slight touch of nervousness in the movement of his shoulders.

   None of them said or made any movement as an indication that they were going to break the silence, Green just stared at them demanding an explanation while the others just moved and looked at each other nervously.

   Blue turned to Red, grabbing his shoulder before pushing him forward. Red stumbled before immediately shaking his head roughly and pushing Blue forward, to which Blue grabbing Orange's hand and pulling the shortest one in front of him, pushing him nervously to be in Green's gaze. Orange looked back and forth between Blue, Red and then Green, staring at the ground while rubbing his arms nervously, before finally taking a single step forward before Yellow suddenly stopped him by grabbing his shoulder and pointing at himself, to which the youngest nodded in thanks and quickly went to Red's side.

   Yellow took a deep breath, only taking three steps forward before finally breaking the silence, his voice a soft whisper with varying degrees of guilt and apologetic tone emanating from it.

   - We're sorry."

   Green bounced in surprise, confusion adorning his movements.

   At the sound of Yellow's voice, the other three(3) seemed to find courage and quickly echoed their own apologies with equal degrees of guilt and apologetic tones, a cacophony of voices over one another as they made several sudden and clumsy movements.

   - We had fun but you didn't have fun and that wasn't- It wasn't what- It was not cool. Nothing cool."

   - We're really, really sorry- The show was horrible- It was horrible to you- It was scary, wasn't it? It was terrifying... We laughed but- And- We didn't even think how hurt would you be..."

   - We didn't try to help you when you needed it most, and we completely understand if you- How angry you might- How angry you are and we won't force you to forgive us or anything-"

   Sincere. Genuine. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Don't forgive us. You don't need to forgive us. We are really sorry. We will take better care of you.

   Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry-

   - So we thought about- Ah. To repair. Give you the concert you truly deserve."

The firm tone emanating from Yellow's voice quickly interrupted the fog that was beginning to form in Green's head, turning his head towards him to realize that the taller one had raised his hand and stopped everyone from continuing with the cacophony of voices. Of I'm sorrys. Of apologies-

   Oh wait.

   Oh. Oh.

   The stage was for him?

   - I know nothing will fix the damage that silverfish caused- The damage we didn't even try to cease- But." Yellow paused, clasping his hands and fidgeting nervously in his seat before taking a deep breath and continuing; - That's- The concert really mattered to you, so. We wanted to- Give you a chance to- A second chance to. Show to the world-

   - The world being us."

   Yellow elbowed Red. - Your performance. And just your performance only. No silverfish to take your place."

   The stage was practically the same as the show, although it was significantly reduced to fit the computer and not cover the entire space to the point of being almost claustrophobic.

   The instruments from before - from the villagers who agreed to help him with the concert - were not there, just the blocks and noteblocks that had been used previously in the concert. On his concert.

   It was his show. It is his show.

   The stage is his. The performance is his. The audience is his.

   Green just stared at the stage, then at the instruments, then at his friends.

   Millions of emotions flowed like musical notes, the fog in his head forming like fluffy, adorable clouds, and suddenly he felt an immense urge to jump and bounce and play and scream and stim and-

   A single musical note, so small and confused and twisted and broken - yet joyful and hopeful and excited and free - floated from his mouth, the harp-like sound echoing so low that Green is sure none of them would have heard it if the room was not in a complete silent.

   For me?

   Yellow tilted his head gently, Blue touched his hands like he always does when he's excited, while Orange nodded and Red happily waved his arms up and down, encouragingly signaling the older one to come on stage.

   For you.

   Green timidly walked to the stage, Blue and Red quickly helped him by grabbing his hands and pulling him up, Orange walked towards him and gently pushed him to the center where the noteblocks were carefully placed in a way that formed a piano, patting his back in encouragement before going to join Red and Blue on the chairs in front of the stage, sitting right next to Red who was resting his parrots on his shoulders.

   Yellow had the staff in hand, placing his hands on his hips in a sign of lighthearted annoyance, confusing Green momentarily before realizing that the taller stick was looking at the crumpled tie with small traces of dried tears.

Oh.

   Green looked down at his shabby tie, dismay filling him at how careless he had been with his beautiful tie, before perking up when yellow hands suddenly grabbed his tie by the ends and stretched it, trying to straighten it back to the way it was before. Finishing, Yellow walked away and placed his hands on his hips as a sign of pride, while Green just stared at his tie, now even more messy and shabby than before.

   Such a mistake like that would freak him out, reprimand the causer and quickly fix the damage done.

   Now, somehow, he found no reason to care.

   It was perfect. It is perfect.

   Green took the staff extended to him with such delicacy and care, as if the staff would break with a single sloppy touch, holding it close to his chest like a plush.

   Yellow patted his head, touching his forehead to Green's in a tender and gentle manner, before retreating and getting off the stage, sitting right next to Blue and putting all his attention on Green, on the show. On Green. On the performance. On Green.

   All eyes and heads were on him, all attention was on him and him alone.

  Playing his slightly altered melody as he now played solo, he felt on cloud nine. Gloatingly boasting of the enthusiastic applause and whistles of his beloved audience, who adored every performance he performed no matter how imperfect they seemed to him. Of his friends, who would always be there welcoming him with open arms and would help him in any way they could. Of his family, who adore him and love him so, so much.

   It was perfect. It is perfect.

   He is adored. He is accepted. He is loved.

   He always was. And he always will be.

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[hashtagboykisser]

Helloo! How r u? Hopefully well! As someone who has Spanish as a comfort language, I'd love a Camilo x Fem!Reader fanfic(or headcanons!), short or not, where whenever Cami speaks whole Spanish sentences, Reader just feels so happy and safe! Reader can be a foreign if it works better for u. I don't know Spanish but that makes it better, haha. Maybe times where Camilo asks if Reader can even understand him and she'd be like "no♡". Ur work always makes me smile. Hope u'll have a great morning, afternoon, evening, night or midnight!

CAMILO X READER !!

FOREIGNER READER !!

prompt: camilo’s dating a foreigner!!

requested by: anon

warnings: ALL SPAINISH IS GOOGLE TRANSLATED AS I ONLY SPEAK ENGLISH AND FRENCH also this is a mix of a oneshot and headcanons so hope that’s chill!! also this anon is SO SWEEEEET😭😭🫶🫶 i never rlly thought my work would make anyone smile (i write for me, and ig i never rlly thought about what others think of my work) so i’m so happy at least someone enjoys it!!💗

camilo is a bit of a rambler in general (personal headcanon), and it amplifies when he’s with his partner

“entonces isabela y mirabel deciden hacer equipo conmigo?! loco verdad?” (so isabela and mirabel decide to team up on me?! crazy right?”)

“i’m sorry ‘milo, what?”

“oh yeah, sorry, amor.”

camilo does try his best to speak english (or whatever language you speak) when he’s with you

but sometimes his native tongue sneaks up on him

but he also does like to do it to confuse you XD

like he’ll make a hella suggestive comment and you’ll have no idea what he said lmfao

“qué pensarías si te inmovilizaran en la cama ahora mismo?” (what would you think if you were pinned to the bed right now?)

“uhm…si?”

“LETS GO”

“WAIT WHAT’D YOU SAY-”

hey hey

sorry i got kinda lazy for this😭

i have a master list coming soon tho!!

-hermy

[chipi-chupi-chips]

I had to make a short pause on the request because I needed to draw this

I saw this picture on @/relatablepicturesofyotsuba and found it on @draw-the-squad-like-this here on Tumblr and they fit so well with this two characters dynamic XD

The little ghost girl is a Mario/Luigi's mansion OC her name is Lilith she's very shy but one of the most friendly ghost Luigi can have around without having a heart attack since the ghost child doesn't even know how to scare others, they both have a nice friendship at the end ☆

Original pic:

[From the manga "Yotsuba To!]

I hope you all had a very sweet Halloween! \★u★/ 🎃

(★Click for better resolution/quality★)

(♥︎Likes and reblogs are very appreciated, thank you so much!♥︎)

[carlsdarling]

Carl Grimes ℳαșțůȓƄα†ίȯņ headcanons

What Carl does when he is all alone… Everyone is 18 and over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

A - Aftercare

He cleans himself up afterwards with either toilet paper or Kleenex, if he's not jerking off in the shower. Sometimes he also wipes his cum away with one of his worn shirts before throwing them in the dirty laundry. Imagine Michonne's face xD

B - Body

Carl is generally comfortable with his body, only having problems accepting his missing eye. He knows what he likes and it's quite normal for him to caress himself.

C - Cum

Depending on where and in what position he does it, his cum lands either on his belly (if he does it lying on his bed) or on his hand (if he is sitting or standing). He often pleasures himself in the shower. Running water and all.

D - Dirty Secret

Carl sometimes fantasizes about an older girl seducing him while jacking off. In prison he had fantasies about Beth and secretly watched her while she was changing clothes, now he has a thing for Rosita - not that he would ever dare to approach her; he'd be afraid she'd laugh at him.

E - Experience

He's pretty experienced with it, he had started doing it out of curiosity because he and Patrick were talking about it in prison when they found some porn magazines, and then they tried pleasuring themselves, sheepishly and laughing, and Carl liked the feeling. Since then he's been doing it almost every day.

F - Favourite position

Carl prefers to lie on his bed, but he finds it more practical in the shower because there are no stains left and he doesn't have to clean anything.

G - Gentle

At the beginning Carl moistens his right hand with saliva; he usually strokes himself gently and slowly, then his hand movements become faster until he rubs his cock vigorously and finally cums.

H - Hair

Carl doesn't shave his pubic hair, he lives in a fucking apocalypse and has more important things to do. He trims them though, so they are not too long.

I - Intimacy

Carl likes to be intimate with himself and enjoys it, but of course he would rather fuck you. He thinks about it literally all the time.

J - Jack off

Yes, he does it and he loves it ;)

K - Kink

Carl has a little cum kink. He likes to ejaculate a large amount of jizz and imagines filling your pussy or pretty mouth to the brim with it. Sometimes he waits to jerk off so he can shoot a larger load. He also likes the sight of the cum squirting from his cock.

L - Location

His bed, the shower, if he can't wait, it also happens that he does it quickly in the car on a tour (of course, only when he is alone).

M - Motivation

Pretty much everything turns him on, you especially. And Carl has a very vivid imagination...

N - No Go

He would never be caught doing it on purpose, except maybe by you - hoping that the sight would excite you enough to get into it with him.

O - Oral

He often fantasizes about getting sucked off.

P - Pace

Sometimes Carl is very aroused (for whatever reason), then he does it quickly and cums within a few seconds. On other occasions he takes his time, uses lube and celebrates it, pauses in his movements and then continues.

Q - Quickies

Carl has learned to do it quickly and silently. While the group was out in the wilderness before they reached Alexandria, he had to be quiet and discreet when he jerked off at night. He would have been embarrassed to death if the person on watch - Daryl or his father Rick, for example - caught him.

R - Risk

He doesn't take risks and only does it when his privacy is guaranteed.

S - Stamina

He may well do it two or three times in a row when he's horny, with short breaks in between.

T - Time

Mostly Carl pleasures himself once a day; often only in the evening before going to sleep. He can't go two days without.

U - Unfair

Carl thinks it's unfair when you walk around in front of him in tight revealing clothes, because then his cock gets rock hard and he has to find an undisturbed place to jerk off.

V - Volume

He's usually quiet when he does it; he suppresses his moans or bites his pillow. Unless no one is around, in which case he lets himself go and moans (often your name...)

W - Wildcard

Remember when you went swimming in the lake with the others, and you were wearing that sexy bikini you'd looted just before? And how Carl said he had to pee and disappeared into the bushes? Yeah, wonder what he was really doing there ;)

X - X-Ray

Carl is a bit over average, but not much. His cock is beautiful, with a nicely shaped tip that turns red when he gets excited and hard.

Y - Yes

Masturbation is very important for Carl to relax; if he can't do it for several days, for example because the situation is too precarious and unsafe, he gets snippy, argumentative and tense.

Z - Zzzzz

Carl often does it right before he falls asleep. This should also make it clear where those strange stains on his bedding come from ;)

[creedslove]

just saw ur response, it’s ok mamacita 👌😗. I had my birthday like 3 days ago and would love a lil celebration with Joel and the fam, u can take as much creative liberty as u want I just want to be surprised ☺️. Hugs and kisses 😚 - 👹

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg baby!!!! Happy birthday!! I wish you all the best my beautiful angel and I hope you had an amazing one! I hope Joel made a special appearance at your party lmaof xD

• okay I'll start by standing my position Joel Miller is all for waking you up by giving you birthday head which means you'll start your special day by being eaten out by him

• you will be having sweet dreams and then suddenly you'll feel that delicious scrapping beard between your thighs and that delicious knot in your lower belly and once you open your eyes you find him there, his messy curls are the only thing you can reach and pull even closer

• when you cum, he will grin at you with his lips soaked with your juices and peck your lips wishing you a happy birthday

• once you are fully recovered, fresh out of the shower, he would bring you breakfast in bed OR he would have a nice breakfast plate set downstairs in the kitchen with the help of Sarah; she would make sure to make you some very nice pancakes, with colorful sprinkles and a small candle on top because she knows she can't trust her dad to bring a cake 👀

• then, if you have to work then you have to work :( but if you are lucky enough to have a day off during your birthday for whatever reason, Joel will treat you to whatever you wanna do

• wanna relax by the pool on your birthday? done! wanna go on a short day trip? also done! wanna go shopping at the mall for things for yourself? done ✅ you can choose ANYTHING you want, and Joel will find a way to give you, because you matter so much to him

• of course he would give you a gift, and that can vary from what you might want or need, I see Joel as being a practical gifter, which means that if you need a new pair of sneakers, or a sweater he'll give you one, but he can also spoil you by giving you a new dress, maybe a cute necklace or a pair of earrings and a bouquet of flowers

• I don't see Joel as the party kind of guy, so I'm sure he would probably take you out for dinner, just the two of you, get your favorite food and spend some romantic time together

• but once you get home, there's a surprise party waiting for you, because Joel might not be much of parties but it's your birthday and he will do anything in his power to make you happy, so while you and him were out, Tommy and Sarah took care of everything at home

• and no, he didn't forget to bring the cake this time, and not only that, he got the cake and some other small pastries too

• he would pull you to dance with him during the party, some slow songs playing in the background as he's got his hands around you and your forehead against his

• when the party ends, he will absolutely forbid you from cleaning things up, leaving it to him, Tommy and Sarah

• and once you go to bed, he shows you how much he appreciates you and how glad he is you were born ❤️

____

[oceansssblue]

Okay, this REALLY fits into the rare pair, I envisioned some weird shit but this one really surprised me xD

I don't back down, though, I love a challenge. I wasn't sure how to aproach this but i think it ended up pretty fluffy. hope you like it!

PS. Please remember to specify what type of fic (fluff, smut, angst, etc) you wanna in any request u make me, I always get confused with this!

Xx, Blue.

"LOVELY CHAOTIC" - TECH/JAR JAR BINKS 💖

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff.

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Tech studies the mission report with rapt attention. It's not one of the batch's; but of the last trip of General Skywalker with Torrent Company, a small selected group of the 501st. It's a habit he has developed over the years; simultaneously checking as many as the GAR's missions as possible in order to extract valious information for future endevours. There's much to be learnt from past mistakes and errors; or conclusions –patterns– to abstract from triumphs. Usually, he doesn't delve in them too much –it would delay him in other equally important tasks–; but this one has individually stand out to him.

There has been a civilian involved, which is an anomally by itself. His name, upon further investigation, is Jar Jar Binks; a gungan made part of Naboo's representatives for the Senate, aiding Padme Amidala.

Tech had not heard much of gungan's before. He delves into a long research; his overactive mind quickly devouring articles upon articles and as many encyclopedias as he can find. He learns that there are two subspecies of gungans; Jar Jar Binks being an otolla, presenting with a lankier appearance and pronounced haillus as opposed to the more robust complexion of the ankura. It takes another hour for him to study their underwater cities; and by the time his brothers have fallen asleep, Tech is already an expert in the gungan tongue and their culture and traditions.

He navigates through the GAR's archives with ease and is surprised to find out just how many years has this Jar Jar Binks aided the Republic. The gungan had even fought along a padawan Obi-wan Kenobi and his master at the time, Qui-Gon Jhin; he had been there when the two Jedis had found General Skywalker on the warm sands of Tatooine. Tech takes the time to learn all of his story; and his intrigue only grows with every detail he finds.

Tech is a naturally curious person. He finds almost everything interesting; a trait often mocked by others in his early years. It's what makes him a good soldier, though, so he's not in any sense ashamed; there's nothing wrong in being appropiately informed. If any, it's others who should feel embarassed upon their blatant ignorance.

The clone is aware of how his honesty can often be confused with narcisism.

Tech plugs his headphones in and watches the few videos he can find about his most recent discovery; a small chuckle escaping here and there upon the gungan's antics. He's definitely a curious creature as well –though perhaps in not the same use of the word–.

Time passes by –more and more reports been discovered in the clone's short free time in between the Batch's own missions–. Without even noticing it, Tech grows fond of the excentric gungan.

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He has always been a very straightforward person; so when he sees Jar Jar Binks in person on his way to the Marauder for their next mission, Tech doesn't think it twice. He aproaches him so directly that the gungan almost jumps in surprise.

"You must be Jar Jar Binks".

It's just a statement; but he guesses that's a good opening as any other. He's a stranger; this first encounter is going to be weird no matter his choice of words. He's not too worried about it.

The gungan blinks back at him, still a bit thrown back at the clone's sudden arrival.

Tech notices the humanoid is quite taller than him, which is an unusual situation to experience; he is used to feel tall surrounded by clones –just a few inches– shorter than him.

"Misa surprised you know me! Who are you?"

Tech controls the involuntary smile that threatens to spread through his lips upon hearing the entonations of his peculiar voice. At first, the clone had thought Jar Jar's way of speaking was just a consequence of the gungan's tongue; but after listening to several audios of other's talking he had concluded the very drastic highs and downs of Jar Jar's entonation were simply his. It was just his way of speaking; pushing surprise, excitement, and life into the words.

"I'm CT-9902, Tech. I'm a member of Clone Force 99, a squad made of defective clones with desirable mutations".

The gungan tilts his head with his words; his long haillus flapping gently with the movement. He looks just as –if not even more– confused as a second ago.

"You look normal human to me!" He studies him. "No like regular clone, no... What makes tusa special? Misa very, very curious!"

Tech gives him a quick sum up of the Batch's abilities; though this just seems to bring more and more questions from the gungan. It's sort of endearing, really, to find someone that seems to be just as curious as himself; the need for knowledge bubbling over Jar Jar's tongue in lively expresions. Tech has the oportunity to saciate his own questions about gungans, about him; and the conversation is only brought to an end when Hunter enters the hangar and shoots them a confused glance before gesturing for Tech to get moving with a jerk of his chin.

Reluctantly, Tech leaves Jar Jar behind and follows his brother to the Marauder. He is somewhat comforted thinking he and the gungan could be considered acquaitances now.

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Weeks of similar interactions later, Tech gives Jar Jar a gift. Jar Jar holds the object within his hands, stunned; eyes comically large. It's a leather vambrace. It could mean nothing for other species, just an ordinary gift, but to gungans this is... Gifting a piece of protection is seen as a declaration of interest. But surely...

"This is a very special gift!" He half shouts, half whispers, eyes flickering between the object in his hands and the human. "Tech is a very smart clone. Tusa knows what this means?"

Tech's answer is a quiet –daresay, timid– nod.

Jar Jar makes another surprised sound with his throat.

"Misa can't believe it!" He frantically gestures around. "Misa clumsy, always find misa in silly, silly mistakes! Tusa smartest person in the world. Why tusa like Jar Jar Binks?"

A rush of confidence gives Tech courage to soldier through his next words.

"From a very and almost obsessively organised person, I find your personality lovely chaotic".

Jar Jar seems to brighten up, reading the honesty in the clone's eyes; his laugh freely echoing in the emptiness of the hangar.

He grins at Tech, and the soldier feels a metaphorical blanket of warmth gently falling around him.

"Misa didn't see this coming, but misa is very, very happy!"

Jar Jar is suddenly hugging him; and Tech is inmediately reminded of just how tall gungans really are. There's still many things to find out; and he'll let them come to life patiently and naturally.

THE END.

[headchefshcs]

I need more Brozone headcannons. Someone is going to spill their little secret to the public, if they haven't made it known already. How does everyone react? How many people get jealous? Imagine all the teasing in public, being their cockwarmer during interviews, being dragged around on a leash. They would definitely doll up their toy with pretty jewelry and clothes and make all the tally marks visible. And if someone asks they just shamelessly tell them XD

BROZONES BACK pt2 // ASK HCS

NSFW undercut Minors DNI, They/Them pronouns used

They probably are able to keep you a secret, well until they know that you’re completely devoted to them, so cock drunk and brain dead that you wouldn’t care regardless if you had a choice or not, they would slowly introduce you to the public. As started in the first HC they have close friends of Branch have private VIP sessions with you. Maybe one or two photos of those VIP sessions are leaked that show you being used and are put into the tabloids. But when the bros want you to be known they’ll make sure that they are in control of it.

Maybe when they’re announcing their next tour you can just barely be seen behind them. Soon you’re seen more and more and it becomes pretty clear on what you’re doing with them, during an interview maybe one or two let it slip, just barely. But when they finically make you public they do it in a way people are talking about it for weeks

People will definitely talk, are there others, how do you know them, are you just a paid worker?? There are definitely some people jealous, wishing that they could be just like you. Others want exclusive content of you and the band. How good you are and such.

The band probably sell exclusive revealing photos to VIP fans and maybe even a calendar or album. All of photos of all the brothers using you, or just photos of you fucked out of your mind, with their cum being very visible, as well as crisp photos of your tallies. With porn magazine always wanting exclusives, which the group is happy to provide.

During interviews you are often seen sitting on one their cocks, either you facing the camera or your back is. With JD, and Clay love having you face the crowd, Branch and Floyd love having you face them and Bruce rotating between the two. They love playing with your during the interview, playing with or pussy/dick or your chest, playing with your piercings.

With each interview you’re always mentioned, never by name, always being referred to as “your slut” “little pet” “your toy”. The brother always laugh when you’re mentioned and tell everyone how well you take them and how much of a slut your are. During panels your underneath the table they’re all sitting behind, sucking them off throughout the panel. When they go to leave they’ll drag out from underneath the table with your leash to join them.

They would definitely get you a collar, with a heart tag saying “properly of Brozone” and a pretty leash. They love when you wear it and love when they use it. They love when your dragged along with them, their follow then while your on your hands and knees, or your just walking behind them. You don’t know where your going half the time but that’s okay your don’t need to worry about it!

They love pampering you pretty piercing, they may add some new ones such as nipple piercing or ear piercing, with them being connected with small gold chain. They love playing with it when taking you from the front or back.

You also only wear colors that is associated with each brother, it’s always very thin and revealing lingerie, like it JUST barely covers your pussy/dick as well as your chest. you often wear it when your being dragged out back stage or in the tour bus. When you’re in public your put into cute short skirts (regardless of gender), and crop tops, your tallies still pretty visible.

They just think your so cute all dolled up, not having a care in the world

// this is my first ask (yay) hope u enjoy

[maymeowmoo]

Wait- has Mario wear a dress before? If not will SMG4 and SMG3 take their revenge? Just asking :V not really hoping to get a comic or something but it's your choice to make one if you want

Well has he? Lets check~! [Sorry Anon I know u weren't hoping to get a comic but.. UR GETTING ONE ANYWAYS HEHEHE~] [P1 P2 P3 <-]

Just like before, here are some commentary notes or smtg like that ↓

Okay well this one was much harder to make for multiple reasons. While makin the short script for this comic I was like how would Four and Three get the upper hand against Mario? And well I came to the conclusion they couldn't with the way I powerscaled this XD Mario has the ultimate blackmail for these two. The only way I can imagine them having the upper hand is by torturing a bowl of spaghetti and even then Mario still has that dang blackmail soo.... Also tbh even if the Smgs had blackmail I don't think Mario would care abt it.

My solution to this issue? Just make Mario impulsive and think he is outsmarting them while not realizing no matter what they did they wouldn't REALLY have the upper hand. I think that still fits pretty well with his character and well... That was the only solution I came up with that I liked =w='

Oh yeah! The reason Mario doesn't have the funny little ribbon around his waist is cause he did try to wear it but it always tore. Since yknow... He is more comfortable without it anyways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[s0methingmoonlit]

did u see the new tpot short

Oh hell yeah! TPOT debuters finally got a focus episode! A little sad that none of the debuts who haven’t spoken yet still didn’t get any lines, but at least we now know that PDA is an absolute menace!

Also it was nice seeing Glue and Juice Box (or OJ) appear too.

(More specific details under cut)

- I’m currently redrawing the scene with Conch Shell getting hospitalized with this meme. No I am not kidding.

- I wonder how Shopping Cart began to hate PDA. They seemed chill with each other in the first episode, where they were trying to open a door together. And I saw in the credits that Shoppy looked really sad when they were in the photo with PDA :[

- So we found out where Camera was, but where tf was 9-Ball?

- Speaking of Camera, loved their username XD

- Rubber Spatula counting. Bro sounded really hesitant to actually threaten PDA (1 2 2.5 2.75 is crazy) They seem like a really nice person I hope the “Just-keep-hurting-Rubber-Spatula” thing was a one-off and people don’t actually hate them.

- Last but not least, the with the two PDAs… ngl kinda though the one in the mirror was gonna give genuine advice but the other would choose not to listen to them. But no the former gave the most shittiest advice ever 😭 Absolutely loved that scene

And that basically wraps up all my thoughts! Loved this short, awesome comedy. 10/10. I am satisfied. I shall die happy now. /j

[strawberriemarswrites]

If you’re not sick of Barto atm (jk lol) & still taking HC requests, I’d love to hear about Barto with a headstrong, femdom reader? How does he handle submission in this scenario?

(This man needs to be a mean woman’s pathetic, leashed puppy, imo 🐶💚)

(Hope I did this right lol. I love your writing! The Stalker!Barto fic was fucking awesome!! ❤️‍🔥)

HUHEUEHUEHUHE I will never tire of Bartolomeo. If anything, the version of him that lives in my brain is getting tired of me lmao

I'm leaving this out of a read more because it’s short — I wanna go on forever but it’ll just get repetitive xD

Bartolomeo x FemDom!Reader

Words: 154 Rating: M

Bartolomeo is not as easy to make bend to your will as you’d like. Not at first, anyway.

He’s Bartolomeo the Cannibal — he can’t let someone just waltz up and make him roll over right away, now, can he?

...Strawhat crew members notwithstanding.

But once he does bend, he bends. He’s just very, very resistant about it. 

He’s a massive brat is what I’m getting at here.

Hates [loves] when you talk down to him, bites [nibbles] even when you tell him not to, will hold out on begging [until his cock gets so hard he can’t stand it anymore].

He’ll do things that annoy you just so you can punish him for it later.

He especially loves when you pull his hair or rake your nails over his skin, or when you get a collar on him and pull really hard on the leash... The feral part of his brain just goes wild...

I could probably write a more detailed oneshot about this topic tbh; an idea I'll tuck away for the future >u< And thank you so much!! I had a lot of fun writing it >:3c