#how can you end it nowwww

[awentworth]

The fact that this was in the same episode as this exchange:

Kieran, your mind.

[lemongogo]

j need to get back into life drawing post haste

[imagine--if]

hey! i hope your doing well, i would love to see anything fluffy for mike (headcanons, blurbs, whatever you feel like suits it most!) - he deserves the whole world and sm more to me 😭

A/N: I get youuuu, hope you enjoy 😁 started off with the relationship hcs but let me know if you wanna see anything more specific!!

Warnings: FNAF movie spoilers, mentions of violence

⋆✮ Dating Mike Schmidt Includes: ✮⋆

➳ Mike's been through a hell of a lot ever since his little brother got kidnapped, so I'm seeing major protectiveness and sometimes even clinginess involved from him when you end up dating because 😭 guy's been through stuff and he's not letting anyone else he's close to get hurt

➳ To be honest, at first he's pretty closed-off with people, vulnerable with a tough exterior, so if you meet him in some scenario where you're tied up with the Freddy's murders and job, he'll try to be distant and professional and all... ending up failing 🙃

➳ Eventually you start. talking more about personal things, hobbies your lives, and he'll mention his sister Abby and having to take the job because he needs the money and is in the middle of the custody situation with his sister. He's got a lot going on and the trauma of what happened all those years ago still wringing at his guilt, so being able to talk with someone who doesn't judge in a relaxed place is a nice change for him having to be on guard all the time.

➳ When Mike befriends you, which is what happens first, he's got your back. If you need someone to vent to or hang out with or whatever, he'll do whatever he can to help, and when it comes to you being in a sticky situation or someone trying to hurt you or play you, he always seems to realise and is in no way afraid of confrontation to get them to back off.

➳ Like if William tries sizing you up a bit... and Mike gets annoyed with that cool, defensive glare as he asks if he needs anything (I've got to make an imagine of this nowwww). I think Mike would only realise that he's actually jealous if you teased about it, or if he really loses his temper with someone that's not leaving you alone or something. Then it really nags at him and makes him think about actually liking you as more than a friend, and then that initial reluctance because everyone he gets close to seems to have something bad happen to them, like it's a curse. At the end of the day, he just wants you to be safe.

➳ It would take something big for Mike to confess to you, unless you take the first step (aka Abby begging you to tell him you like him too because she's getting bored of him not concentrating on what she's talking to him about or the conversation somehow curving to you and the stuff you're into). Maybe you're attacked at Freddy's and you're all in on the crisis together when Mike stands firmly in front of you when William reveals himself, or he shoves you out the way so you won't get hurt, ultimately jumping in front of the threat without a worry of him getting hit instead. It's then that he realises how much he needs you in his life, how he needs you alive because you add some joy to it that he hasn't felt in all these years, a change from the darkness that his head's stuck in.

➳ It all comes out of him in a rush as he looks you up and down with wild eyes and a firm grip, asking if you're alright and saying in a rush that "you're one of the most important people in the world to me, and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt... I- I couldn't live with myself, okay?!"

➳ Okayyy Mike, just kiss them 😏

➳ After you fight Afton together and get Vanessa looked after, you can finally breathe and properly start dating, which includes that familiar protectiveness and slight clinginess... and also being best friends with his little sister, which you 100% would be. You'd spend time drawing or chatting or playing random games while Mike was out working, eliminating the need for a babysitter because you're the perfect fit and get along with her great. And when he is home, you do a lot of stuff together, like a mini family, and there's finally that security and stability in that life she needed.

➳ I feel like Abby would find it hilarious to tell you all the sappy things Mike says about you on the rare occasions where you're not around, ending in Mike's cheeks flushing beet red and him picking her up and whirling her around playfully until she's in fits of laughter. "I heard Mike say that he found another reason to keep going when he realised he was in love wi- hey!!"

➳ Mike would be a bit clingy, again because of what happened with Garret; Mike being distracted for one moment and then blaming himself for the rest of his life because it was that moment where his brother was taken and killed. So if you are out, on a date or just around, this guy will not leave your side. He's the kind of person to text you again and again if you don't respond to the first message, and it's kind of cute how much he worries, but then he doesn't need to, and every now and then he'll need your reassurance that you guys are safe and that you won't leave him, which stills ends with him burying his face in your neck for a long tight hug for a while.

➳ MIKE'S A BIG HUGGER. CHANGE MY MIND.

➳ Whether you're watching a movie with him and Abby, or you're out on a date or sleeping or whatever, Mike will always have some contact with you if you've told him you're okay with it: fingers linked under the table, pressed into his side while you're watching TV (with an affectionate forehead kiss every five minutes 🥺) or being half crushed to death while you're trying to sleep when he rolls onto you and traps you under his leg... good luck if you need to go to the bathroom. Chances are he'll end up trailing after you with mumbled protests.

➳ That protectiveness always kicks in when someone looks at you for too long, or in a way that he doesn't like the look of, or if you're obviously uncomfortable with. If you're quick, you can just convince him to walk away and you two go somewhere else, because Mike will end up getting annoyed and giving the guy a line to get him to make them go away. If he's not careful, he might end up getting in a fight again, but he'll really try not to when you tell him off for it and promise him that things are okay and you're not going anywhere.

➳ You and Abby are basically Mike's world, after all that's happened, there are only really two people left that he truly cares for and would do anything for. Once you're in a relationship with him, he'll do everything he can to make sure you're safe and won't have to go through anything he had to. If ever you're upset, he'll listen for hours with no judgement and major support, whatever mood you're in somehow rubbing off on him. Mike will admit his feelings in a rush, and when he does, he's not afraid to tell you that he loves you whenever you need to hear it, or whenever he wants to say it and wants you to be reminded. It's something that you can never doubt.

[idkwhatever580]

Where did you learn that?! Pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2 Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: a few instances when y/n danced on the pole :)

Warnings: stripper pole, seggsual innuendos, mostly cuteness for this one :)))

A/N: these are just some pieces of the puzzle that I couldn’t create into a whole fic.

Y/n’s pov

1

I am feeling a little blue today so I go to my separate room that Tony made just for me.

It has everything my little pole dancer heart requires. And I can come and go as I please.

Sometimes I use it as a show room for Natasha but others I just practice.

And at times like these I go by myself and just go with the flow.

I change into a comfy yet perfect outfit for my pole session. And I warm up with a few stretches and then I go to the pole. I start some slow music and just do whatever my body wants.

After a while I think I want to send it to Natasha. Not to turn her on or anything. Just a pretty video. Since she’s on a mission and I can’t show her in person.

I start recording

Watch this vid :)))

Once it’s long enough in my mind I jump down and send the video to her with a soft smile.

I love sharing these moments with her even if she is far away.

Because it doesn’t even have to be in a sexual manner, the pole just makes me feel so happy and at home.

I can’t believe I ever stopped.

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2

I got a brand new type of pole today and I’ve been practicing on it while Natasha trains.

It’s a little harder than normal pole since it doesn’t attach to the bottom of the floor.

So I definitely have fallen a bit. But I keep going nevertheless. And I record every thing I do in case I get it.

After a lot of trial and error I finally figure it out with a few tricks and out something together.

Watch meee!!!

I hop down and make sure the pole doesn’t swing and smack me in the face before I run off.

Then I immediately send it to Natasha.

She’s always so supportive of me. She loves seeing me in the videos I send whether they be sexual or not. She just loves it.

And I love the attention she gives me when she sees them. (Pick me? Only for Natasha 🤷‍♀️)

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3

I have been in my dance room all day today.

I have a pretty good set routine. Usually I would train for 5 days a week with one of the days being an all day workout I guess?

But now that I’m back into pole, I have switched out two of those days. The full workout day is now a full pole day. And one of my other workouts is pole.

Sometimes Natasha comes in and she walks in on the perfect moment and I get excited and say

“Oh my gosh natty!”

I run up to her and she grabs me as I accidentally trip a bit.

Maybe being upside down and spinning so much today has gotten to me a little. She laughs and says

“Woah there baby! We wouldn’t want you to get hurt now would we?”

I shake my head and say

“Sorry I just got so excited about this new entry I learned!”

She smiles and says

“Do you wanna show me?”

I nod my head and pull out her chair.

It’s a soft one that is perfect for when she gets a little personal show.

She sits down and I play the music and start.

Watch this pookies

I do the fast paced intro and she ends with a smirk and says

“You know, if you pair that with this dance that you sent me the other day it’d be golden”

I smirk and nod my head. So I redo it but adding the next part in

Watch 😋

I smile after rewatching the recording and I say

“Damn. You could be an instructor. That was good!”

She smiles and says

“I’m not the one who did the damn thing!”

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4

I wore a skinny red top to my pole workout today and I’m just realizing how good my back muscles look.

So I naturally set up my camera and did some tricks that really show off my muscles to get Natasha going.

Watch

She immediately threw her training stuff down and ran to my dance room. 😝

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A/N: I want moreeee nowwww but I’m gonna post this and possibly make a pt. 4 if I can find anymore. I’m a horrible person I know guys 😭

@ihartnat @lvinhs

[wilbursprincess]

okay NOWWWW we need to see Wilbur’s proposal! i know a lot of people have written about how he’d have this big proposal in front of everyone at a lovejoy concert but I personally think that it would be more intimate and well thought out. he’d subtly be dropping hints like asking you to get your nails done, wearing your nicest dress for dinner. after dinner he’d take you back to the beach that you guys go to all the time to watch the sunset. he’s been visibly nervous all week, but more so tonight. his plans are sweaty, he’s constantly checking his pocket (probably to make sure that he hasn’t lost the ring lmao) but your blissfully unaware as always. he asks you to go to the car to see if his wallet is there (it’s not) and when your come back he’s DOWN ON ONE FRIGGIN KNEE.

Wilbur Proposing To You!

Wilbur Soot x Female Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff with one teeny little suggestive line at the end!

Vaguely a prequel to this post about planning a wedding with Wilbur!

OMG ANON IM CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP I NEED HIM I WANT THIS TO BE ME so i’ll just write it teehee

Headcannons below cut!

~He’d be so nervous, planning it out for weeks.

~Knows you don’t want a massive spectacle, so decides against doing it at a gig.

~Asks Molly to invite you on a nail salon & coffee outing the day before, hoping her ‘idea’ would make you less suspicious.

~”Baby, you should wear that pretty dress I got you last Christmas for dinner tonight. You haven’t worn it in ages, and it looks stunning on you.”

~Hopes you can’t see how nervous he’s been for this proposal, or even all week.

~The plan is a beach walk after dinner, Wilbur planning to pop the question when you reach a secluded spot on the beach.

~Dinner passes without a hitch, the two of you still giggling and flirting like the first date all over again.

~If Wilbur didn’t know it before, he knew now just how much he loved you.

~He loved you so much that he almost teared up, looking at your gorgeous face as you smiled at him and squeezed his hand over the table.

~You two alternate who pays when you go out, and this time, it’s your turn, something Wilbur’s using as part of his proposal plan.

~”Since you payed for dinner, I’ll pay for ice cream from that booth if you want some?” He offers casually, and you nod happily.

~Wilbur pats his pockets. “That is, if you get my wallet? I think I left it in the car.”

~You laugh, kissing him on the cheek and teasing him about being scatterbrained before headed to the car.

~For what must be the thousandth time that night, he checks for the ring box.

~Still there. Just like the previous 999 times he checked.

~”Will, your wallet wasn’t in the ca-“

~He’s down on one knee, diamond glinting in the silk box in the evening air.

~”Will you make me the happiest man alive and ma-“

~Can’t even get the words out before you frantically nod, wrapping him in a tight hug and practically kissing his lips off.

~”You asked Molly to take me for nails for this, I can tell,” you tease, admiring the gorgeous ring on your finger.

~You two head back home for a cozy night in, the only thing on is the radio.

[gigidragonbbxxx]

working with limits, a story

disclaimer: we are limitless. anything can be achieved with the power of the mind. this is to help people who overthink.

if a limit of yours shows up somewhere along the journey of manifesting a certain goal:

acknowledge it. do not repress. use it to pivot into your new story.

eg. I used think ____, but I know that's not true anymore. I am now ____.

my own story

my desired body is typically obtained in the gym with years of hard work and a dedicated focus on nutrition. I'm currently in grad school so I don't have time to workout like an IG influencer but I want to look like one.

Ordinary people would WEEP and stay in the same story of "its not obtainable!" while master manifesters smirk and say "LOL, ITS MY BODY NOWWWW"

I know that waking up with your perfect body is 100% POSSIBLE. Overnight subs/aff tapes + living in the end state + saturation to the max = fast asf results

so why wasn't I achieving it?

why was I manifesting money, attention, material things, etc. but for some reason my body was not changing?

I was meditating and doing some inner work when I realized that I had a serious weird rooted limited belief that

I had bad genetics and every woman in my family (both sides) have never achieved a flat tummy or a super toned body. So I was unconsciously always affirming that I could "never" look like that.

I thought great bodies could ONLY be achieved with hard work - which we know is soooooo untrue!

Instead of forcing myself to do a method I realized - I could work with my limit.

I was never truly "athletic" but I did run cross country/track in high school for 3 years. I fell off once I went to college and mostly did weird sporadic workouts but was never consistent.

Now that I've discovered the law and am freed from my old way of thinking, I said - okay let me play a little psychology game with myself, a little placebo.

my new placebo has been:

No matter what workout I do, the moment I step into the gym, I am losing my belly fat and getting super fast results every day.

Why do you do this Gigi instead of just sitting at home and affirming for your body?

Because I realized it would be easier for me to stay saturated/in the wish fulfilled/end state of having my perfect body just by physically forcing myself to be in a gym.

Let me clarify: I mostly walk on the treadmill, lift very very light weights, minimal sets, etc.

aka: most people would say I'm not doing enough.

But I'm a master manifester so I know that just deciding is enough.

I realized it was easier to visualize people saying "Wow she changed her body, it's because she goes to the gym now! She must've done a lot of work cause she got those results fast!" instead of "Wow she changed her body, idk how!"

Ever since I started going consistently and doing very bare minimum workouts - my body has changed way more drastically than normal limits allow.

I basically look like I've been working out for 6 months versus just the 2 I've actually been going.

My personal goal was fast results but gradual. If you want instant, please be my guest I am not limiting, I'm just sharing what worked for me.

I robotically affirm that lil placebo and it's changed my entire approach to manifesting.

I will see if I can post pictures of myself that will ensure privacy. Until then, just my words and encouragement.

Let me finish this lil post by saying: you do not need to do what I do. You can go ahead and do everything instantly. Everyone is different. I'm just sharing what worked for me, what helped me ease into being firm with what I wanted the 3D to reflect to me.

xx, gigi

[missamyrisa2]

Hi miss amyyyyy🤭 I would looove to know how you would play with a nice n sensitive girly who just crumbles under some teasing words. Baby talk, tickle talk, poking fun at how sensitive and responsive her body is, all while playing with her tied down body. It should also be pointed out that said tickly can reach completion many many times in a row;)

You're soooo gonna be on the receiving end of my snugglyyyy sensual tickles my darling ~ and don't let the name fool youuuu ~ it's not going to be the relaxingggg sort of ticklesss ~ you seeeee when I have an adorable girly ticklebug giggler under my wiggly fingers I'm going to ever so slowly, carefully, and deliberately overload youuuu ~ "mmhmmm mhmmmm just the nice soft sensitive body I like to play with~" I'll remark as I drag my thumbnail over your twitching belly and across your ribs. "What was thatttt? Was it a giggle? Noooo~ no wayyyy no wayy are you already giggling you sweet cutie pieee ~ that would mean you are unbelievably, ridiculouslyyy cute and therefore deserving of alll the ticklyyy attention I can give ~ that would just be sooo wildddd, you giggling already just from my thumbnail, dragging over your underarm like thissss? What if I~" and with a snicker I'll skitter my nails liiightly across both underarms as I crawl over you, letting the soft lace of my tickler outfit graze your wanting skin. The gentle sensual material of my shinyyy dresss and the coolness of my oversized belt brushing your midsection relentlesslyyyy ~ as does my curtains of soft blondish brown hair. "Mmhmmm mmhmmm ~ you just let it all out nowwww ~ you're my little wiggly ticklish doll aren'tchaaaa yessss ~ awww cooochie coochie cooooo~" I sing as I begin sliding my hands down and looking for a goodie spot on your sides before thoughtfully squeezing, extracting those sounds I love to hear. "Ahhhh there we goooo there's a girl, there's a prettttyyy pretty girl, laughing for her ticklemama all sweetly ~~~"

As I catch you in a gigglemoan from all the attention I shift and without a word of warning my lips start brushing your chest buttons. "Mmmhmm mmmhmm ~ cuuuute royal girly chest buttonssssss yeahhhh your buttonssss~!!" While my fingers explore your sideboob and inner arms and neck, tracing about, occasionally grabbing the soft tips of my hair and brushing it all around in little circles. "Tickle tickle. Tickle tickle tiiiickle~" I coo and give each stiffening button a little kiss on the tip before kissing down your chest, moving to your waist to start layering my lips prints with brushing and kissing and even little nibbles, with my fingers following close behind to exploit the raised sensitivity. "Ahh yesss, your ticklish waiiiisttttt ~ sooo sensitive and sweet~ you're such a giggledoll, such a cutieeeeee I can't not tickle youuu and you can't not laugh huhhh you can't not laughhhhh~" I blow little raspberries on each hip, moving down further and further with my lips and lightly caressing fingers ~ occasionally moving back up to draw my hands down ever so gently across your body to make you writhe. "There we goooo there we goooo you just make all your sounds now, all your cute little reactions. Ticklemama's got youuu mhmmm mmmhmmmm~" and further down I go, kissing at your thighs as I gently open them and hook my arms around, playfully tickling behind your knees. "Ooh kicky kickyyyy yeahh you struggle and wiggle all you like, you're not going anywhere and it's still gonna tickle~ yes bouncy thighsss bouncy thighs are perfectttt and soooo lovelyyy"

Pausing, I shift down further and hummm as I grasp a big toe, holding it to one side before playfully drawing my tongue across the gap. "Yesss such lovely feetss you have tooooo~ oooh! Does it just tickle? Does it tickle sooo bad when Amy does thissss ~ awww you say pleaseee miss amy please lickle between my toesssss~" I taunt and work my soft tongue under each toe, my fingers gently tickling away at the pad of each one. "Mmmhhh ~ getting worked up are weeee?" I crawl up and again make sure my outfit and my body are brushing against your legs and midsection before I settle and straddle. "Let's seee thennnn let's seeeee that girly pearlyyyy~" I grin and pluck a long feather from the chest of my dress, carefully gliding it up my palm. "Oooh!!" I giggle squeak out, tickling myself. "Yes, perfect. Hold tight preciousssss this is gonnna tiiiicklee~" I smile brightly and grasp your thigh with one hand and begin carefully tracing your girly area around in licking strokes of the feather. "Ahhh where's that pearlyyyy where's that girlyyy pearlyyy thennnn?" I smirk and coax your body to further arousal, carefully extracting every sound and reaction as I drink up your reactions and patiently wait to tickle your button out in full sensitive wanting. "Mmmhmm thereeeee she beeeee~" I squeal and immediately move the feather tip up to begin fluttering it carefully across the length of your swollen button. "Look at that bodyyyy mhmmm look at you goooo ~ sooo beautifullll"

"Coochie coooo giggle girl, laugh it up~" My face follows yours and glances to your royal area ensuring I'm taking in your every messed up face and gasp along with every thrash and squirm and buck so that my feather is always following, always tickling you along further while I trail my nails up and down your thighs. "Girlyyy pearllyyyy girlyyy pearllyyyy nice stiffff buttton mmmhmmmm ~ ticklish ticklishhhh buttonnnnnn~ soooo royal, sooo pretttty ~ you want it sooo bad huhhhh you just wanttt all the tickles all the time you wanna be tickled and treated sooo sweetly with all this attention ~ who's the lucky girl thennnnn who's my prettyyyy pretty giggly ticklish wantting lucky girlyyy girlll and oooh!" I squeak in delight as I see you clench and thrash and sparkle it out for me. "Oooh ! Oooh ! Oooh!" I repeat, following your dramatic motions, never stopping the feather, never stopping my loving squeezes of your sides and thighs as I keep you braced and tickled ~ except when I lean in to let my lips ever so lightly brush and kiss at your pearly~

"Tickle tickle tiickle!! Tickle tickle!! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!!" I coo and taunt you all the way through your ticklegasm, never relenting or allowing you to stop giggling or gasping. And as you work it out, I only redouble, adding a soft blush brush to my other hand so that my feather and the new fluffy touch and circle around and work together to get you all wanty all over again. "Nooope nopppe we're not stopping uhhh uhhhh you're a ticklish ticklebug with sooo many giggles and we gotta get them alll out nowww ~ allll of them ~ each and every last giggle and gasp and moan and squeak and squeal and laugh and screeeamm ~ we're not stoppinnggg even when you're just a face of silent gigglessssss we're gonna keep going oooohhh ohooohooooo! Riight theree? Yeahh? Nooo? Yeahh? Tickle tickle? Oh~ Oh my god!" I follow you and imitate your sounds and question and tease, fluttering my tools and giving you big tickly kisses on your bouncing belly throughout your next sparkle~

"Awww did it tickle sooo much hunnnyyy bunnnyyy? Are you my sweeet delectable honey bunny with the quiveryyy thighssss and bouncy bellyyyy and stifffyyyy cute buttonsssss?" I snicker and playfully tickle at your royal chest buttons, hovering my palms over them before attacking your armpits and ribs with spidery tickles from my long fingers. "Silly sillyyy girlll sily girlll~ all worked up from your ticklesss? You love your tickless yes you doooo oh yess you dooo you tell me you tell your amyyy how you love your ticklessss~ whyyyy I could do this alll nightttt mmhmmm we'll keep going ~ your bodyyyy just says yess yess yes pleassee ticklee please teaseee mmhmm mmhmmm~" And with that I reach for my favorite, my bigggg buzzing wannddd. "Yesss it's time for those buzzyyy ticklesss and guess whatttt? I'm gonna make it tickle soooo gooood for youuu cutieeee~"

With a wicked grin I pull out a silken cloth and carefully drape it over your royal girly area. Holding the fabric taut across your wanting button, I bring the wand bulb in and let it start humming and trembling on the silk caress. "Oooh yeahhh that tickless huhh yesss I knowww I knowwww it ticklessss that's why I'm doing ittt only the besttt best for your dolly dolllll~" I laugh and hold steady, following your motions and snickering all the way, even giggling into your navel as I hold my wand to the silk and send those soft vibey teases to your ever-wanting button. I don't hold back and keep the wand steady when I push you right over the edge again, laughing and bouncing with you excitedly as I tickle wildly over your belly before scooting down to scribble your feet. "Ahhhhh sooo ticklyyyy so ticklish!! You are soooo cuuuuuutee!! Look at your toes scrunchhhh look at that bellyyyy skip~ Awwww I just wanna kisssyyy youuu!" I move up and snuggle to you, throwing one leg over yours as I begin making out with your neck, following and kissing endlessly ~ pausing at times to kiss and coo at your ear "pretty ticklish girllll pretty ticklish girl~" all while my finger ever so gently does a come hither on your wanting buttonsssss ~ <3

[olasketches]

jjk reflection time

this is NOT going to be a post where I criticise what went well and what wrong in the manga and honestly… there won’t be any post like that from me in the future either. I am aware of jjk’s flaws and other people are also aware of jjk’s flaws and whatever people decide to do with that knowledge is completely up to them. I personally really enjoyed the manga and I totally understand if others didn’t and find it rather unsatisfying and disappointing. Their reasons are more than valid and understandable. I'm making this post cause I actually find the fandom to be more irritating than anything gege ever gave us or did. I’m not even going to be ranting about this fandoms biggest issues, I just wanted to share my own thoughts and feelings about the story and its characters… that may not be really popular but we’ll see. If I accidentally end up offending one of my moots then know that I’m so sorry and I love you, pls forgive me.

my number one favourite was… and still is sowyyy…  sukuna, then yuuji joined and then megumi… and nothing much changed here tbh

I love these characters but for completely different reasons than (most of) the fandom does

I love sukuna’s confidence, overwhelming sense of self and the way he carried himself like a royalty. I really appreciate his god-like persona and religious symbolism or how he always respected his opponents (altho I do love that specific trait of his very much tbh) but that's not the reason why I ended up loving him. I love him because he's a messy petty bitch and the fact that he always had a problem with yuuji (someone called it a yuuji complex on the cursed app and they were totally spot on with that) made his character even more compelling and dynamic because it contradicted everything people known him as. it humanised him, is what I’m trying to say and for that reason I’ve never seen him as a curse or a god… to me he was not only a huge asshole who had a beef with a teenager but also… just a little human who tried to act like he was anything but.

yuuji… ahhh yuuji yuuji yuuji.. he's cute and all and he got hurt.. a lot..and he didn't want to be alone.. when he dies ig?? but honestly I’ve never cared for any of that. none of those things made me care or love him in the end. there are plenty of cute and sunshine boys who got lots of trauma on their backs… but none of them are yuuji. No, what made me really love yuuji is his unwavering determination and ability to endure the worst of the worst AND still hold onto his core values. yuuji is kind and compassionate but NOT out of naiveness… god I hate when people potray his good nature as his default behaviour… because he doesn’t know any better… it's really saddening when he’s being reduce to his sunshine, nice boy persona because he’s wayyyy more than that. yuuji is not kind and compassionate because he doesn’t know any better… during the course of the manga he had to fight against everything the jujutsu world threw at him and try to make him believe in. A lot of jujutsu society's values defied everything yuuji believed in and tried to shape him into something he could never be… a cog. a mindless cog who does and kills whatever he is told to and doesn’t see people and the world for its complexity and greyness. he had to fight for his ideas while fighting against his own hatred, guilt and resentment.. so plssss can we stop downplaying yuuji’s kindness and treating is as his weakness and core of his naivety?? please?? cause yuuji may be naive in some ways but his compassion and kindness is NOT one of those things. thank you. let’s move on.

megumi. listen I loved all those megumi corruption or (my personal favourite) distillation theories. I loved them I was totally behind them. And nowwww it really may seem like gege didn’t deliver with megumi’s character… which is completely understandable and a valid point to make, cause… yeah?? I see you, but I feel like none of us ever considered that this boy…. is just really fucking tired. he probably didn't get a once of good night sleep since gojo sent him on that mission to retreat that finger. he’s been on high alert since god knows how long and trying to act as the responsible adult he definitely isn’t and never has been… he’s still a kid goddamnit. So you know, I get that megumi just doesn’t have it in him anymore…….. AS IN ENERGY lol. I mean boy is most likely still depressed, has gone through the most traumatic experience in his life and endured more than anyone else ever should have to in multiple lifetimes. HE HAD IT THE W O R S T LETS BE REAL RIGHT NOW. send that boy to bed and give him plenty of time to replenish cause his own battery percentage is at all times LOW… and tbh it might take a really long time for him to learn how to be a person again… how to be just megumi. someone he’s never had a real chance to be, until now.

this is not the part where I offend people (I think) more thoughts on other characters might come.. later… as a part two of this post. for now I just needed to rant a bit about my top 3 most beloved characters :]

[richtofens-hips]

Team 141 x F! Reader part 2

If you haven't read part one of my story, I suggest you read it to get the gist of what is happening

If not, you do you

Call sign: Casanova

Reader is female

<story begins nowwww>

You walk alongside the captain until he pauses at a wall with a rope dangling down. He turns to you and says, "This where most of the soldiers go to get their adrenaline pumping, a quick practice mission. Objective: Exterminate all targets as fast as you can. Understood?"

You nod with a quick, "Aye aye!"

"Your weapons will be on top waiting for you. Good luck."

Right as the word "luck" fell from his lips, you grabbed the rope and began scaling the wall upward. It didn't take you very long, and you got to gaze upon the wonderful rifles laid out in front of you. You decide to go with the FAMAS, a weapon of comfort and check to see if it's reloaded.

"Remember: Once you touch the ground, the timer starts!" Price hollers from below. "Your time will be announced after you complete the objective!"

You glance down and give another nod. You roll your shoulders and sling your gun on your back. You grip the rope with leather gloves to assure you of no burns. You inhale one time, and drop.

Like Price said, instantly a buzzer sounds off. You sprint into the first room and targets pop out of nowhere. You quickly aim and fire and they all get knocked down. The announcer directs you to the next room and you don't hesitate. You shoot the targets perfectly and run down the stairs, where another target waits to surprise you. You expected it and shot it down. You stop behind a wall, and as the announcer directed, threw a flashbang. You raise your gun up and fire.

You slide into the next room and continue your merciless barrage of bullets. You see a big sign reading "END" and slide your a** across the red line. The buzzer sounds and you stand straight, no haggard breathing heard.

"2 minutes and twenty eight seconds."

Your new team mates were waiting for you with awed expressions. Well, except the Skull Boy. You really couldn't see his.

"No way!" Gaz exclaims. He stares at you with wide eyes. "That's insane!"

"Si, muy loca," Rudy agrees, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Ay, the chica knows how to handle a gun and herself," Alejandro says with a wink. You arch a brow and smirk.

"That's not the only thing I can handle."

Soap coughs into his fist and both Price and Ghost blink at you in unison.

Alejandro barks a laugh at your clever response and gives his own smirk. "I bet you can."

"Alright," Price says with a clear of his throat. "You're second place. And the entire base here participated in it."

"Who's first?" you ask, knowing damn well who it was.

"Ghost."

You look at the man in question and he looks back at you. It appears to be more of a glare, but hey, perhaps he's playing hard to get. Two can play at that game.

"Soooo, what now? Am I done?" you question, turning your attention back to the captain.

"Not at all," he says, brows up. "We need to see how good you are at close combat."

You arrive in a room full of mats to make sure no one actually gets injured (f***ing babies). Soldiers are already engaged in hand-to-hand combat, flipping each other on their backs, sweeping them off their feet, blocked punches. You rub your hands together, idly wondering which of the soldiers you were going to attack brutally like an animal-

"Soap, enter the sparring ring with Casanova."

A member of your team? You mean, that made sense.

You kick off your shoes and step on the mats, Soap following suit. He smiles sheepishly at you, scratching his neck.

"Ye know I can't go easy in ya, right?"

"I don't expect you to," you reply breezily, lifting your fists up. "Just become I'm a woman, you shouldn't underestimate me."

"Aye." And he seems to geniunely mean it.

You release a soft "tch" and enter your stance. This will end swiftly.

And it did.

He had waited for you to come closer, waiting to trap you. You went along with it, inching closer and closer. Soap watched you with wary eyes, muscles tensed. You grinned darkly, because you knew you were going to win.

Suddenly, he lashed his arm forward, reaching to grab your arm. You danced away from him, only to snatch his arm and yank him into you, his momentum to fast to get him to stop. You swung yourself around his body while one of your legs bended his knee and you both crashed onto the floor. Your arm wrapped itself around his neck and you pinned one arm to his back. Soap breathed harshly from his nose.

"Fight's over. It's clear who's the winner."

You release Soap from your clutches and he exhales loudly. He turns on his back and you stand up above him. He puts his arms behind his head and has the f***ing audacity to smirk at you.

"Looks like you win this time, Cupcake."

You chuckle and bend down to his face, only an inch apart. You don't miss the way his eyes widened and you smirk right back.

"And don't you forget it, cutie," you purr before standing back up and turning your vision to the captain. He was watching you closely.

"Ghost, enter the ring."

<end of story!>

Oh boy, you get to fight ghost now! Wonder how that's gonna turn out...

I know I said it was supposed to be longer, but I lied 🤷‍♀️ I had to stop it here for the suspense aaaahahaaha

Hate me, idc 😌

Part three is here !!

[pumpkinsy0]

this might be a weird question but if you were to make the TWTTIN movie how would you have written curly in it? and follow up question, if you could make a movie JUST following the shepard family, what kind of plot would you want?? and any other details you wanna share!!

interested to hear your thoughts!

OoOoOo VERY FUN QUESTION!!!

OK SO

first off w how curly was portrayed in the movie, ion like it, especially in the beginning where he jumped m&m and he sang fucking jingle bells, I DONT MIND CURLY DOING THAT I GUESS, but it knocked down his cool points a bit</3333, but towards the end I LIKED HOW HE WAS ACTUALLY

SO NOW if it came to how i’d portray him

when it comes to others outside his family: id want him to be a bit more erratic, not in a ���laughing hahahah im so crazy #joker” era way, nonono, i mean in a “do what i say, anything u say or do can set me off, ill get real up close and personal” kinda guy, he looks up to tim, and wants to mimic him in the way of how he thinks tim acts!!! hes got this façade up so he could come off as more intimidating

when it comes to being near friends/family but hes around strangers as well: hes more open to telling crude jokes to get the others around him to laugh or entertained, a people pleaser in an odd way, still trying to act like tim but more obviously cruel in his own way, his own personality is sticking out a bit!!(this is the version of curly most ppl would see)

when it comes to just being around close friends/family: NOW hes more like a goofball, still up to his stupid antics and cruel, but way more way smiley, hes a family guy what can i say, this is when hes more caring (hes caring through his actions, however, when it comes to words of affection, he only rlly resorts to that when someone he loves is all down and beaten mentally, like angela bawling out her eyes, tim at the dinner table drinking, and he feels like they NEED it)

NOWWWW FOR THE PLOT WOOOOOO

now the shepard gang is seen as a more organized crime gang, so thats what id wanna focus on, however id wanna show what LED them there and why they had to do it, but the main plot point would be about the shepards THEMSELVES being in danger because of this deal went wrong, tims on edge, curly looks to tim for guidance but tims pushing him away so curly gets upset and tries doing what he can to help in his own way which leads him into deeper shit

and considering this is like 60s or 70s era, OBVIOUSLY id want to focus on racism and how to relates to the justice/police system, but also bc i hc my shepards as haitian id want to focus on a bittttt of pan africanism and specifically noirisme (black movement from haiti)

curly would b the protagonist but angela and tim r deuteragonist :P

se hinton u wrote these characters but theyre MINE now

[dollivication]

ugh….cannot stand people who think 5dante is ugly cause he’s old….i would let him hold me captive and treat me like a little dolly…horny posting but…

like his musk?….the feeling of his chest hair and meaty arms?….his stubble tickling my inner thighs?….i want this man to literally kidnap me im soooo so serious….

or imagine dante hypnotizing you to submit to him…..using some fucked up hypnosis…..like grrrr….imagine him corrupting you to be some dumb little girl or a little pet….conditioned to be some mindless pleasure doll for him….FUCKKKK I WISH MY VIBE DIDNT FUCKING BREAK ON ME LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!NOW IM THINKING ABOUT HIM USING A WAND ON MEEEE!!!!

I NEED HIM INSIDE EVERY OPENING SO BADDDD FUCKKCKCJDBSN!!!!.?.!.!!.

i want his hair tickling my inner thighs hisface DEEP in my kitty…..his dirty nasty fingers in me idc if they’re unwashed and calloused from wielding weapons….

SORRY IM FEELING SO COMBUSTED RIGHT NOWWWW ALSO RHINKING OF THE BOT OF URS WITH THE MASTER DANTE OWNING A SUBMISSIVE PUPPY LIKE IF I COULD MAKE HIM TIE ME UP AND FORCE A TOY ON ME FOR HOURS FUFUSHSHSHSU

-🌷

🌷NON THIS IS SOFUCKINGREAL I FELT THIS IN MY BONES OH MY GOD… and dew people actualy think that….??? goodness they’d hate this blog… the fact he’s old is literally what makes me jork it….;;

DANTE WOULD BE SUUUUCH AN ICKY KIDNAPPPER!!! always drugging yew telling you to “eat your candy” because it’s what “good girls do”…. puts his fingers in your mouth to make sure you actually swallow whatever he gives yew AHWUUYGYHGGHH

once he gets yu all nice and docile, he’ll make you go stupid on his fingers, tongue, and cock!! don’t blame him, your pussy is just so cute and tastes so yummy and makes him feel so good! you’re his little sex doll that he looooves filling to the brim with cum…

he LOVESSS filling your innocent little head with dirty, impure thoughts!! laik oh do you like when he fucks you just like that? you’re such a slut! but it’s okay because you’re his slut, and he’s gonna take gooood care of his cumdump :3

he’s ALL about overstimulating yew 2!! he’ll force a vibrator against your clit while he thrusts his cock into you so deeply that it kisses your cervix!!

maybe he’ll even share a double ended dildo with you to see just how desperate you can get before wanting the real thing! it’ll be a bonding moment, the two of you rocking your hips on the silicone as he holds ur hand and taunts you for liking something so nasty<33

dante is the type to take the time to make you addicted to him, manipulating you into relying on him so much so that nothing can bring you to an orgasm or make you wet but him!! he is DisgustingZ….;;; ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

BAND OF BROTHERS TERROR AU. TELL ME. NOWWWW

OK!!!! I'm not going to put everything in here because I don't want this post to end up HUGE (EDIT: this post ended up massive anyway), so I'll talk about the main components and some stuff I like, and if people want me to go more in-depth and discuss other side characters I will.

Tagging people who commented on the original post in case y'all want to read @latibvles @fearlessjones

Herbert Sobel is the original captain of HMS Erebus - he is the Sir John Franklin figure, he's incompetent, and whilst many of his higher-ups know he is ultimately not suited to such an expedition, they let him lead anyway because they like him, and they hope he will finally get some glory amongst all his failure. However, perhaps his key flaw is his keen dislike for the captain of the HMS Terror, Richard Winters.

Ok, I KNOWWWW people are gonna think that Nixon would be a better fit for this role, because he arguably resembles Crozier much more, but WAIT. For those of you who haven't read the book, it is said that the HMS Erebus has absolutely NO alcohol in its stores because Franklin does not drink. If this is the case here too, and Lewis Nixon is stuck as Sobel's commander, this will send him insane over time. Nixon and Winters are very competent leaders, so for this AU to work I need to break them, and what better way than to weaken Nix from months of withdrawal at sea with Captain Fucking Sobel? Combine this with Winters refusal to indulge him with his own alcohol stores, and now there's a wedge driven between the two before they're even stranded.

But even so, Winters needs something that will impede his own leadership, and for him, I think that's his sense of responsibility for his men. Winters is always striving to find a solution that will cause the least amount of damage to his men - he wants them safe, and he doesn't care if they have to turn this ship around and head home to do it. But he can't. By the time they get stuck in the ice, there is no possible solution he can come up with that won't result in his men's suffering or even loss of life, and this leaves him jaded, wearing him down as the situation becomes even more dire and he has to watch more and more of his men killed by the cold, sickness, and the Tuunbaq. This will get to him, and it will impede his ability to think rationally.

Right, now for the Lieutenants. On HMS Terror, you have First Lieutenant Harry Welsh, Second Lieutenant Buck Compton, and Third Lieutenant Henry Jones. Whilst Welsh and Compton are very competent, much like their captain, Jones has risen through the ranks due to little more than wealth and connections. Whilst he could not purchase his commission, his family manage to pull the right strings, and now he's here with very little experience and absolutely NO respect from the men, already making way for the system of leadership to be undermined before things ever get serious.

On the HMS Erebus, Captain Sobel (And eventually Captain Nixon, once Sobel is killed) have First and Second Lieutenants Ronald Speirs and Carwood Lipton. These two are excellent in a crisis, and when the crew becomes despaired as Sobel's incompetency and Nixon's declining health as a result of his withdrawal, they are given the heavy burden of trying to raise morale and keep the men's trust as the situation grows ever more dire.

Chief Surgeon of the HMS Terror Eugene Roe has gotten a lotttt more than he bargained for with this expedition. Yes, he takes his job seriously, and yes, he came here to help people, but more than anything he just wanted to be a part of something real, to see the Passage with his own eyes and know he had helped to make a difference. But now his surgery is crammed with victims of the Tuunbaq and men displaying very unusual symptoms that he doesn't quite understand. He's losing sleep and he's losing hope, and he doesn't know quite how to cope with the knowledge that he isn't as good as he thought, and he truly cannot save these men.

Captain's Steward David Webster believes he's made for more than this. He's educated, no small feat when half the men on the Terror can scarcely even read, and he feels his skills are wasted running around after Captain Winters. But he comes from a high-ranking Naval family, and if he ever wants to make something of himself there's little option but to work his way through it unless he wants to be stuck doing this forever. As time passes, he begins to grow bitter at his position, which is why when Caulker Roy Cobb begins disparaging Winters' leadership, his words begin to make sense to Webster.

I've planned roles for all of the notable characters in BoB but I do not want to write a fucking novel on this post, so please let me know if you want to see more!

[iamthecomet]

it's been SOOOO HOTTTT here lately so here's a few thoughts:

cirrus "i never get sunburnt and if i do, it just turns into tan" ghoulette vs cumulus "i immediately get sunburnt after spending .3 seconds in direct sunlight even with sunscreen on"

cumulus and cirrus both doing a big chop in the summer to keep cool. they both end up with cute little bobs but cumulus' is thick and curly and cirrus has short straight across bangs with hers

both of them demanding that rain follow them outside so he can summon water under their feet with every step to make sure they don't burn their feet on the concrete. he's all UGHHHH FINE WHATEVER but he's secretly very happy to be included. and sometimes he'll spray one of them in the face just for giggles

cirrus and cumulus constantly raid the orchard and greenhouse during summer because there's always so many yummy treats growing in there. it's okay they always find a way to repay mountain........ 😇

THATS ALL FOR NOWWWW have a good summerrrr(i know it's not summer for you probably but idc ITS ALWAYS SUMMER SOMEWHERE) (here) AND MERRY CHRISTMAS MWAH🍊🔥🫶🧡😇👋🙏😁

SUMMER GHOULS!! It is winter here and I live in one of the more wintery parts of the world (though we're severely lacking in snow the temperature is making up for it) and I need summer ghouls right now!! God I love all of this so muchhhhh. Their hair cuts!? Both of them always barefoot. They're everything. Think about Cir and Lus in the peach orchard. Feeding each other peaches. Juice running down their fingers and arms (chased by tongues, of course). Mountain sends them out to harvest the summer fruits and veggies even though he knows they'll come back with red stained lips and only half the amount of raspberries they should have. But he doesn't mind--they love it. And how can he resist chasing the taste of strawberry on Cumulus' tongue when she grabs him by the antlers and pulls him down for a kiss? I bet Rain also helps sooth Lus' sunburn when she inevetiably gets ones. Laying cool hands on her overheated back. Rubbing aloe in as she lays shirtless on her bed, groaning with each pass of his talented fingers. Also don't get me started on ghouls with freckles. Cumulus with them all over her shoulders. Sunshine and Dew with them sprinkled over their noses. Rain and Cirrus counting the ones on Mountain's back. GUHH SUMMER GHOULSSSS.

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x02 *chanting* clois clois clois cloisss

Why are they psychoanalyzing each other already lmaoooo

that's some quality yeeting😌

First of all, MOTHER. Second, imagine being able to pull off that orange jacket, I could never

"Lois!!😳😨" The queen doing queen shit while Clark is just standing there clutching his pearls, THEE DYNAMIC

Why is her dad so extra tho💀

I'm having so much fun right nowwww🤗 Have I mentioned that I love Lois? Because I love her a lot

Clark being super upfront with his parents never stops warming my heart🥹

name a more entertaining duo I'll wait

both Lana and Clark seem quite different from season 3, it's almost jarring

PLSSS imagine if he was wrong💀💀

Women supporting women, we love to see it😌

an understatement if I've ever heard one💀

"The awkward tension is just getting started." Lois I love you

I'm memeing the hell out of this episode just so you know

"I can see why you're in love with her." *the bisexual Lois agenda*

Clark: "Look you're really not the person I wanna talk to about this."

Clark, 5 seconds later: "So here's what happened-"

she looks so pretty here it's insane actually

"To keep an eye on me, is that it, boss?" ugh the way she says that is so hot don't ask me why

"My heart isn't exactly what it used to be." They keep reminding me and I hate it😭😭

Clark is having some unpleasant flashbacks right now🤡

watching Lionel get stabbed like whatever, he'll survive🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyway, back to what I was saying-

askajskajsak the old geezer💀😭

the love of my life everyone

"I don't know how you ever survived without me." I feel like she's saying that to me but also YES, Lois saving Clark since day one👏👏 (flash forward to Loisidiedwhenyouleft he literally CANNOT survive without her I'm-)

bless🥹

He's like gimme credit I did good work too Lois acknowledge meeee🥺

Chloe's like can y'all stop making prolonged eye contact I almost got murdered and I wanna go home👀

🙏🕯Manifesting Lionel in prison and out of commission for as many episodes as possible🕯🙏

Jonathan defending Lex while Clark won't have it? Oh, how the turntables...

"It's funny isn't it? After everything we've been through, I thought it would take us longer to get over it." OOUCH

"Us?" He's like in what universe-

"Yeah, you and Lois."

"Lois? She's bossy. She's stuck up, she's rude. I can't stand her."

Clark Kent, you beautiful beautiful clown🤡 Look at the face this mf made when he said the first part, "she's bossy😍😏😍"

"Do you believe in destiny?" "I don't want to."

yeaaah he really doesn't😬

The more Lex emotionally controls the situation when he's with Lionel, the less threatening Lionel is. Really makes you realize that he only has as much power as Lex allows him to have, if Lex stops caring (which I don't think he ever fully will but I digress), Lionel becomes irrelevant. Even if he still managed to outsmart Lex in whatever way, as long as Lex just shrugs it off like "Whatever old man, smart move I guess." any victory on Lionel's end really loses its impact🤷🏻‍♀️

I still want to know how old Jason is btw👀

[emeowwww-blog]

Fyolai ~ Shortfic + oneshot "I think I can love you"

This is the first writing thing I have ever posted here ._.

im sorry i wrote this in 30 mins it makes absolutely no sense UwU

No NSFW (Sadge /j) BUT some TWs apply: Mentions of past trauma, mentions of gore, mentions of death.

WC: 1833 (Ik its short im sorrryyyyyyy)

THERE WILL BE SOME RUSSIAN IN THIS STORY BC I LITERALLY CAN'T WRITE FYOLAI W/ OUT USING MY LANGUAGE (I HC them using both formal and familiar "you" so shhhhhhh) Just trust that it isn't that important to the story translate it if u want~

"I think I can love you."

~

‘Love’ was a word that Fyodor didn’t understand. It was overused. The Greeks had some greater idea of love, with words for different types. As for now, present day, love could be used for anything from appreciation, to desire, to lust, to joy. Love, the emotion, was perhaps the hardest to understand. Fyodor had never felt love for another person. His mother always told him how much ‘love’ she felt for his father. He heard teenagers talking about loving this boy, or this girl. Love was not an emotion he was capable of feeling. 

It had been this way for decades. No matter how many people claimed to love him, he turned them all away. Looking back, there was one person he had accepted into his life. 

One person who he allowed himself to befriend.

But that wasn’t love. That was tolerance.

Loving Nikolai Gogol was not a possibility in the slightest.

“Dos-kunnnnnnn~” Nikolai whined over his shoulder. “Stop pacing!”

“Вы сука- quiet, Nikolai.” Fyodor waved the man’s words away. “I’m thinking.”

“But it’s midnight!”

“And this is exactly why I was hesitant to share a room with you.”

Second of course is that he would likely kill me in my sleep…

Death at least seemed like an upgrade from life. Nikolai had expressed his urge to kill Fyodor before. It wouldn’t be long before he attempted again.

“Fine then. I’ll sing myself to sleep~”

“No-”

‘Спи, младенец мой прекрасный,

Баюшки-баю.

Тихо смотрит месяц ясный

В колыбель твою.

Стану сказывать я сказки,

Песенку спою;

Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки,

Баюшки-баю.’

“Stop it.”

Nikolai continued his odd rendition of Cossack.

По камням струится Терек,

Плещет мутный вал;

Злой чечен ползет на берег,

Точит свой кинжал;

Но отец твой старый воин,

Закален в бою:

Спи, малютка, будь спокоен,

Баюшки-баю~

He ended his song on a long note, slightly changing the meaning of the sound. Nikolai’s voice wasn’t exactly professional, but it was soothing. More soothing than Fyodor would have liked it to be.

The Cossack was one of the only memories from his childhood. Its notes were seared into his brain, along with the voice of his mother singing it every night. She would say, ‘Спи, федецчка, будь спокоен, Баюшки-баю.’ for the last line, a smile on her face.

That smile was now gone. 

The new grin he saw every day belonged to a man. A man dressed in white and black with multicolored eyes.

“Dos-kunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~ come to bed nowwww~”

“Not after that, clown.”

“Come onnnn, you know you love me~”

For some reason, the joke broke his stoic demeanor.

“Like I could ever love someone, let alone you!”

The night was spent restless, memories of that desecrated church, the worshippers coughing up blood, Fyodor standing at the altar with a face lacking emotion. They deserved to die, and yet he still had horrific dreams about it every night. Dreams where Nikolai was in the crowd, where the blood covering his well-worn ushanka was not his, but that of the boy in white. 

In these dreams, Nikolai was the only person left standing, crimson dripping from his nose, mouth, and eyes. He would smile, and say something. The words were always unintelligible, his throat filling with blood. 

Crime and Punishment didn’t only affect the criminal like its name suggested. Anybody who ingested the poison flowing through the veins of Fyodor Dostoyevsky could be brought down with a wave of a hand. Including the people he cared for. 

Today, the dreams changed.

He sat in the first pew, carefully counting and recounting the 33 buttons on the Priest’s coat. Likely made of pure gold. The eyes of the worshippers around him were glazed over, their minds lost and withered to a spell. Everything was methodical and repeated. 

Like usual, Fyodor opened the bible in front of him to recite along with the Priest. 

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

The same line. Romans 8:38-39. At the same time as usual, Holy Communion was announced. Fyodor stood up and volunteered to help. A single drop of his blood was added to the wine chalice. The wine and bread was passed around.

Once the Priest drank, Fyodor activated his ability, standing behind the altar. A shriek rang out from the back pew, and people began to clutch their throats as blood poured from their lips. The man beside him coughed up the foul red liquid. The plan had succeeded, yet Fyodor felt no joy. There was no happiness or sadness from killing. It was simply meant to be.

A boy stumbled out from the dark space behind the pews. A boy dressed in white, with multicolored eyes. Blood dripped from his face and onto the floor. 

“Nikolai?” Fyodor asked, horror seeping into his expression.

Nikolai smiled, crimson welling up like tears. Or maybe they were tears, stained red. They ran down his cheeks from his eyes. He appeared to be crying.

“What did you do? Did you take the poison?” The dark haired boy ran down the steps, clutching his wooden cross. 

Nikolai nodded. 

“No.” Fyodor grabbed Nikolai’s hands, shaking them, “You didn’t.”

Nikolai smiled again. But this time, instead of failing to speak his final words, they escaped from his throat.

“I love you Fedya. I always will.”

Fyodor awoke to moonlight streaming across the floor upon which he laid. He had refused to share the only bed in the room with Nikolai after his outburst. Why the inn couldn’t supply them with a double room, he didn’t know. His anger was silly. The word love shouldn’t trigger such a reaction out of a grown man. It shouldn’t be a product of his nightmares. 

And yet here he was, trembling from a dream already fading away. The voice of child-Nikolai echoing in his ears. 

I love you Fedya, I always will.

How tempted he was to say he loved him back. A temptation that he had never felt an inkling of before. Did the dream change because of what Nikolai had said just before he fell asleep? No. He wasn’t able to love. He wasn’t able to love Nikolai, and he never would. His longing was an illusion. An illusion where the only cure was denial. 

Denial led to spending the rest of the night lying awake on the floor until the first light. His eyes closed, the glow from the sun placating his nightmares.

“Dos-kun? Wake up~ you’re shivering.”

Nikolai hovered over Fyodor’s half-conscious form, waving his hand in front of his eyes.

“Are you sick?” He pressed his fingers to the man’s forehead, murmuring at the heat spreading into the tips, through his gloves. “Seems so.”

“Nnnnhh… stop…” Fyodor whispered. He didn’t get sick, yet it was hard to deny the lethargy that spread through his joints as he lay on the floor. “I’m not sick… Nikolai-”

“Shhhhh.” The white clothed man swiped the pad of his thumb across the other’s lips, effectively silencing the feeble protests. “Let me care for you.” 

Nikolai was acting rather differently from usual, but Fyodor was much too exhausted to question it. Placing a damp cloth on his forehead after transporting him to the single bed, Nikolai rested his hand on the other’s. 

Warm and cold, yin and yang. Their hands fit like they were made for eachother. And as Fyodor drifted in and out of sleep, his grip on the other became tighter. 

“Don’t let go of me.”

Nikolai’s face contorted in surprise, but he sat back down nevertheless. Fyodor was his reason for living, and making him feel comforted and happy was his ultimate goal. The only thing left was to get Fyodor to tell him he loved him. He must love him. He had to. Nikolai loved him, so why wouldn’t Fyodor love him back? Wasn’t that how it worked? It seemed that way on the television. If the main female loved the main male, then he loved her back automatically. Female and male…

Fyodor slept through the day, mumbling odd prayers and lines from the bible in his delirium. Nikolai couldn’t pick out many words, as he seemed to be reverting back to his northern Russian dialect, softer spoken.

Until he recognized one:

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Followed by a name:

“Don’t die, Kolya”

No. Fyodor claimed he had forgotten that. Claimed he had left the event in the past. He gripped the sick man’s hand tighter, willing their skin to meld together, to switch bodies and end his suffering. Nikolai knew the nightmares personally. If Fyodor, his Fedya, was still experiencing them now, how long had they been plaguing him?

“Fedya, wake up” The man tried to shake the other awake. “Please wake up. Nothing will hurt you. I’m here.”

No response.

“Please. I promise I'm here. I’m not dead.”

One word left Fyodor’s lips, “...Что?”

The language of their childhood that they rarely spoke in conversation anymore. They used it to talk in secret, not uttering more than a few words. Occasionally to annoy the other (Nikolai’s singing). But never personally, too many memories surfaced.

The song.

It elicited a reaction before, but would it work again?

“Я здесь, Федя. Я здесь”

‘Спи, младенец мой прекрасный,

Баюшки-баю.

Тихо смотрит месяц ясный

В колыбель твою.

Стану сказывать я сказки,

Песенку спою;

Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки,

Баюшки-баю.’

His voice broke slightly when he saw Fyodor’s eyes flutter.

По камням струится Терек,

Плещет мутный вал;

Злой чечен ползет на берег,

Точит свой кинжал;

Но отец твой старый воин,

Закален в бою:

“Колыа?” Fyodor whispered.

Finally:

Спи, малютка, будь спокоен,

Баюшки-баю~

Nikolai smiled genuinely at the sick man in his lap, “Все кончено. Я здесь. И я-”

“Вы что?”

“Мне так жаль. Я чертовски сильно люблю тебя, и мне так жаль, что я заставил тебя это сделать. Я причинил тебе боль и-”

“Вы любите меня?”

Oh fuck. He did not mean to say that, “...Да.”

“Oh god.” Back to English.

“What?”

“Kolya. I think I love you too. I think I can love you.” He hiccupped as a sob broke from his throat, “Don’t leave me, I don’t want you to die.”

Nikolai didn’t know whether this was delusion from illness or serious, but he allowed himself to hope. A single tear escaped his eyelashes and fell onto Fyodor’s chest, right on top of his heart.

“Are you serious?”

“... Yes. Fuck, I’m not sick.” tears continued to flow down his cheeks.

Nikolai cried too, “You are.”

“Don’t leave me again… please”

“I won’t. Never again.”

[missamyrisa2]

How would you tickle a guy who is physically weaker than you but has a lot of fight in him and what would you do after breaking him?

I don't like just all dominance you seeee so even if I'm like totallyyyy gonna overpower you I willl absolutely sandbag ~ like I'm the type to let you get ahead in Mario Kart for a long while only to overtake you right towards the end.

~which may or may not involve me tickling you until you drop your controller, but anywayyyy~

okay one more sidestory that just popped into mind is when that happened to me where I was tag teamed with one of them grabbing the controller and pulling up to make me lift my arms so the other girl could tickle my underarms mercilessly until I either dropped it or messed up ~ and it worked eeeeee especially as the tickler started skittering from underarms to sides and doing a wiggle to make my top lift and expose some sparkle zone~

soooooo yesssss I'll go as far as letting you pin me darling, I'll show my bellyyyyyy I'll be alll ooh nooo pleaseeee you're getting meeeee ~ all while I'm just luring you to expend your fight, to build your overconfidence that you've gotten this tickler offstep and you're just gonna dominate meeeee ~ untillll you find my hand is suddenly slipped under your shirt and has seized a side. "Mmmhmmm ~ mmhmmm~" I'll taunt, as the realization slowly blooms on your blushing face.

Ahhh but I'll stilllll give you a sporting chance. My arm is occupied. My armpit and that whole side is ripe for tickles. I'm sure you'll go for it just as I start my quiet little "ticka ticka ticka" taunt ~ maybe you'll even get me to squeak, but my other hand is ready, ready to tease at your neck and wiggle across your ear to really mess you up. "Ticka ticka ticka" my little chorus rises in intensity as I'm pushing you back now, spidering that bellyyyyy to get you wiggly all so I can hook your shirt and lift it over your head. "What happened tough guy? What happened here huhhh? You had meee you sooo had meee and now loook at youuuu ~ not so tough nowww huhhhh? You're giggling like a lil squeak toyyyy~" My nails draw over your chest in a victory lap, tweaking your chest buttons playfully before tracing each rib and drawing down to circle that navel while I start working your bottoms open.

"Noppppe nope you keep those arms up babydoll, you lost these bottoms mmhm I'm takin these. Keep them up or I'll just tickle you more!" I taunt and snicker down at you, all tangled up in your shirt while I trace your waist and start tugging your bottoms away. "You know what feisty boys get?" I interrogate, poking at your belly and picking up a feather to swirl it along your happy trail. "Feisty boys get tickle edged mmmhmm .. and gigglemilked!" I declare and pull your bottoms away, quickly picking up a buzzy toothbrush and sliding into your undies from below to begin merrily tickling and teasing those goodie spots.

While I playfully reach up to tease your royal chest button I keep your inner thighs buffed and buzzed, with the occasional lean in to glide my lips along your lower belly and waist. "That's it. Be my squirmy squeaky giggletoy ~ you had allll that fight and now where did it get ya? Just laughing like a silllly sillly boyyyy ~ aww you had me tooooo what happened baby? You couldn't keep it up? Well at least you can keep this uppppp~" I grin and start running the buzzy tool up and down the length of your swollen prince part through the material of your soft undies.

"Thereee that tickles so good huhhhh ~ oooh are you closeee are you close to your cuuuute cum? Mmmh mmhhhh" I pull the tool back and lean in to give your belly a big raspberry. "Nopppppee ahh ahhh not yettttt~" My thumbs rub your sides teasingly, squeezing and massaging. "Gotta milk allll those giggles out nowwww mmhmm alll of themmm~" And then I split the difference, with one massage going to your thigh and the other at your belly, taunting with kisssiesss at your waist as you squirm down your edge, patiently waiting to when I will get the buzzziess back out ~ "we call this the long defeatttttt ~ no one loses to me and gets off easy nooope nope~!"