#hush thats not whats important here

[gamblersdoll]

language barrier, pussy eating, part 2!

katsuki still didnt understand what was so important about him speaking japanese, it was just that important to you, and many others apparently.

just one day, hes yelling at his mother about his personal life, going from english to japanese in the matter minutes. and it sounded delightful, his voice deepened when he switches over, adams apple bobbing when he spoke.

it made your clit jump, his voice was already deep, but him speaking his native tongue was deeper.

it got him thinking, hoe much could he make you do if he did exactly what you wanted?

“you want’ta try something, ma’? “ he asked, a hand on your thigh and fingers creeping to the middle. your trigger, you look up to him with already becoming lusted eyes. “yeah, ya do..” he mumbles, a deep kiss he brings you in. his hand goes to your hip, grabbing a handful. “so much i wanna do to you, pretty..”

you moan in his mouth, trying to gasp for air, but he sucks it away from you immediately. “kat—“ you whimper, feeling him lie you down on your back, “so hot in here..please—“

“shh, shh.” he hushes you, pulling your shirt just enough over your breasts. “they’re sensitive today, ha?” he asks, softly suckling at the sensitive bud.

“mhh!” you bite your lip to keep your moans in. “yes!”

he chuckles, palming his hard on through his sweats. “take these off, mamas.” he unbuttoned your jeans, watching you shimmy out of them. “thats my girl.” he praises , seeing you melt even more in the couch.

you wanted to hide, because something got him in the mood, and you know you arent safe.

“kono neko o ichi nichi jū matte imashita.” he growls, there it is. he watches you squirm, he getting low and comfortable on the couch between your precious thighs. “kanojo wa mō watashi no tame ni totemo nurete imasu.” he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your clit.

“katsuki—“ you squeal, fingers entwined in his hair and gripping. “you know i cant understand—“ you moan, eyes rolling when he softly suckles at your folds. “please.”

“sore wa zan’nen da..” he mumbles, letting his mouth hang a little and letting the pool of spit dribble onto your clit. its hot, feeling the fluid drip to your folds and slightly spill inside you. “anata wa kore ga hoshikatta node, sore o totte kudasai.” he looks up at you through your folds, his warmer tongue pushing through the rings of muscle and exploring your creamy walls— his fingers digging into your thighs to support them up. “kore wa watashi no asoko desu yo ne?”

you pitifully cry softly, feeling two fingers easily slip inside. “katkatkat!” you whine, hearing his giggles. he slaps your thigh, that was his first warning to look at him. you finally open your eyes, and meet his ruby eyes staring right at you. “i dont..”

“orokana on’nanoko..anata wa kore ga hoshikatta.” he rolls his eyes, a smirk and his teeth softly nibble at your clit. “sore wa watashi no on’nanoko desu.” he snickers, flicking his tongue at your clit while he pumps two of his fingers in and out of your velvety walls.

he would be the death of you.

“you enjoy yerself, stupid?” he asked while putting his shirt on. a few bite marks here and there, more scratches along the muscles of his back. “helloooo?”

“give me a minute, throat clogger…” you mumble, out of breath and hearing him give a hearty laugh.

[rzyraffek]

Slashers with y/n that just gets along with everything

Like slasher could litteraly kill somone near y/n and she would be like alr alr whats really important is that you are happy🤠😎. Im sorry that first 2character had super long headcanons while last ones have way less :( I had no ideas Request open!

Billy Lenz

He always expects some sort of negative response when he calls people and when he heard new voice on the Phone he got even more exited cuz new person new reaction! He totally didnt expect her to just go "yeah yeah sure buddy, anyways... how is your day man? Cuz im so so tired...*starts normal converstation*

He probably tries to stay in character but he is so caught of Guard he doesnt know how to react really (hehe the table has turn)

Now he kinda hopes that she will pick up cuz shes very intresting😈 billy likey

"Ew its this creep again! He is asking for you y/n? Of please dont tell me you befriended him??" "So what? He said hes favourite fruit is strawberry he cant be that bad!" *billy saying slurs on the phone*

You need to constantly tell him that, no Billy no harrasing women isnt sexy, you arent quirky, you are mentally ill

"Y/n i killed that bitch that was gossiping about you 🧍 " "👍good for you billy im glad you found healthy way to cope with that negative emotion😇" "on god"

His whole moral compass is created around the simple question 'does it hurt y/n?' .1:no it doesnt so feel free to do it .2 do not do it, she will ban Billy from sweets (bad ending)

The man from hush

This guy. This dude. This Little gremlin. He is upset that he gets no reaction! Like please oh please act all angy when he 'acidently' shot tire in her car! But oh no ofc no, she had to be like "oh its okay honey i have backup in garage🥰" hes like HHUH SINCE WHEN WE HAVE GARAGE

Like tbh thats how i imagine how they met: he saw her, he wanted to hunt her, she was so chill that she didnt even leave her household while the power was off and he went inside and just saw her having lil nap on couch. 🧍🤨erm exuse me gurl im trying to roleplay epic hunter here tf

He probably kidnaped her cuz she was too weird to just kill her but he didnt want to risk her calling police. He probably tied her up and yeeted her on backseats. And then she begun judging music on the radio"yo big guy can i get some good music taste?" "What? Whats wrong with Taylor Swift?"

He will overshare everything to kinda check where is her limit if it comes to being chill "yeah so i killed this old lady.." "im sure you had good reason🥰" "🤨... anyways... yeah so i was drinking some redbull when some guy said i look ugly so i shoot his head off and-" "HEY HEY hold up geez you CANT drink Energy drinks?? Bestie you know it is unhealthy?? Also you like hunt for sport it will ruin your condition!? How you gonna shoot people with shakey hands?? You crazy or something?" "Damn😔"

Micheal myers

I tried to put him here but i realised he will be as chill as her.

Like he can give her gifts covered in blood and she' just going to clean it and wear it like nothing happened or completley ignore it

He cares about this stuff as much as y/n so like not at all. I mean tbh theres is a bit of difrence: shes at least positive about it! Like "yeah micheal go for it, love🥰😇 i know its hard to cope with trauma take it all out alr?" Shes trying to be a good supporting gf not her fault she never had serial killer bf!

Brahms Heelshire

He lives for attention! What do you mean the war crime he commited this lunch break is okay!?!? Baby pleasee

But this negativity disapears the moment he realised he can get a lot of positive attention when he will do some nice stuff! "Oh honey I didnt kill any rats today" "oh that's amazing brahms I'm sure you and the rats inside walls will get along well soon🥰" (rats in walls bully brahms)

Please complement him or he will get a tantrum and destroy something

Brahms and rats have very hard past i might do seperate hc about that

Ghostface

"Look babe! My newest victim *shows photo*" "ugh baby...😰 you NEED to buy new camera or watch some youtube tutorials about how to take good photos" "aw man whats wrong with my pictures 😔"

Otherwise y/n supports his hobbies! People need to grow😇 (and he needs to grow up)

If theres 2ghostfaces(like in most movies) they will bet money on how long you gonna keep this 'do whatever as long as youre happy' act. Well they didnt know that this wasnt an act but her personality

Also they will probably try to use this chillnes aginst her like "oooh y/n something terrible happened! I crushed my car oh what will i do!" "Alr bestie i will drive you over there😇" "😈omg you are so nice i totally didnt expect that(heheh i dont need to pay for gas today (hes very evil))

[rekino2114]

Yello! This is a revamped version of the students meeting male reader stronger than Fem Gojo.

It's the goodwill event arc and the teachers are all bickering (it started from Fem Gojo teasing utahime). Then a voice interrupts them all.

"Can you all act more professional.... You're embarrassing yourselves in front of the kids...."

The teachers immediately shut up, recognising the voice and look towards the source of it. The students did the same as their teachers.

They all saw a man who looks sleep deprived with messy shoulder length hair and wearing an oversized black tracksuit, hiding his muscular physique.

You walked over to them with a slight hunch on your back.

"a-ah... Y/N... I didn't expect to see you...." Utahime says nervously.

Now the students are wondering, why is that man able to set all the teachers on edge.

"My love! You actually came!" Fem Gojo latches onto male reader, peppering his face with kisses.

"WHATTT! THATS YOU'RE BOYFRIEND!!!" Fem gojo's students shout.

(you could write about the students reaction or what not :) )

Fem. Gojo introducing you to her students

(Fem gojo x male reader stronger than her part 2)

A/n: Thanks for the request. tbh i had a lot of fun writing this. This might be one of my favorite AUs to write for. Also I don't know if I mentioned this before but for all of the fem. Gojo posts I'll do, his name will be changed to satori gojo

Part 1 is here

"Geez utahime you can't even handle a bit of teasing, it's not my fault you're so weak"

"You call this straight-up bullying teasing?"

"What about it? Are you crying?"

"...Not again"

"How long has this been going on for?"

"I dunno an hour I think?"

The students continued to whisper to each other as gojo threw insults at the Kyoto school teacher, as much as they hated this no one disrupted the situation in hope of not becoming the next target of gojo's teasing.

"Can you all act more professional, you're embarrassing yourself in front of the kids"

Everyone turned towards the tired sounding voice and saw a man with bags under his eyes and messy hair. At his sight the adults in the room stayed silent in respect and a bit of fear until utahime broke the silence

"I-i didn't expect to see you here y/n"

"Who is this guy? he must be important"

"No idea, he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks"

"Can you two shut up"

The first years hushed convention was interrupted by their teacher running up to you and wrapping her arms around you

"My love, you actually came!"

"I was taking a nap downstairs. You woke me up"

"Oh I'm so sorry darling, you know how utahime gets"

"Wait a minute did gojo-sensei just call him.."

"My love? Does that mean...."

"THAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!!!"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't met him yet. I introduce to you all: the strongest sorcerer of this era a.k.a. my super-awesome boyfriend:y/n l/n"

".......hi...."

"This guy is the strongest?"

"Of course, didn't I tell you? The only person who could be stronger than me is my boyfriend"

"No offense but....you look like dirt, when's the last time you slept?"

"Don't listen to her babe, she's just jealous I got a boyfriend before her, you're as handsome as always"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS"

"it's nice to meet you, l/n-sensei. I'm yuji itadori"

"Itadori? Oh, you're sukuna's vessel, aren't you? Satori told me about you"

"Yep, are you really stronger than gojo? I've seen what she can do and it seems hard that someone could top that"

"Yeah, I am. Don't get me wrong, satori is extremely powerful. Her infinity and six eyes are nothing to take lightly...... but I'm stronger"

"Really?"

"I can confirm everything my love says, you know that weed I hollow purple'd yesterday?"

"The one me and todo fought?"

"Yep, well if y/n was there.....that curse would be history by now"

"Wow....he must be really strong"

"A curse you fought survived a hollow purple? That's not something you hear every day"

"It wasn't really a fight, plus the only reason it survived is because it barely dodged the hit. Don't worry if I see it again it won't end well for that asparagus"

"I hope to see it then, you know how much I love seeing you fight"

"Awww, the same goes for me, baby. I love seeing you absolutely destroy those curses"

You and the blindfolded woman kissed each other passionately as everyone else in the room slightly cringed at how lovey-dovey you were being

"Can you two get a room?"

You turned towards the voice just to see a familiar black haired boy that stayed mostly silent this whole time

"Oh. Hi megumi"

"Wait a minute, megumi, you know him?

"Yeah, him and gojo kinda raised me since I was little"

"......WHAAAAAAAAAAT?"

"Megumi's right, he's like our own son"

"Don't push it"

"YOU WERE RAISED BY THE 2 STRONGEST SORCERERS AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?"

"YEAH, YOU'RE WAY TOO SECRETIVE FUSHIGURO, WHAT ELSE ARE YOU HIDING?"

You looked at the first years arguing and smiled slightly, remembering the days when you and satori were students too, but you got pulled out of your thoughts by your girlfriend wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"Sooooo I was thinking we should do a baseball match for this year's exchange event"

"Don't we usually do individual fights?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to change it up. Would you be so kind as to vote with me?"

"Yeah, sure, baseball sounds fun"

"Thank you handsome~. How about we go for dessert as thanks? There's this new bakery that opened up. Their cheesecake is to die for"

"That sounds amazing satori, I love you"

"Love you too so so much"

You two kissed again, after which the infinity user held your hand and started to walk away

"Wait, gojo, we need to discuss more things before you-

"Whaaaaaaaaaat? I can't hear you yaga,me and y/n are going out. Text me later if it's super important k?"

As you two walked out of the building, the others in the room sighed heavily

"How does he put up with her?"

"No idea"

[14th-century-verona-queer]

Sokka Headcannons

pt 2!

As always i remind you all that I’ve not watched atla in genuine years, please correct me for any wrong information

On to the hc’s!

he’s secretly a VERY good singer. Kya used to teach him how to sing when he was younger in order to do simple prayers and rituals asking the spirits to keep Hakoda safe and bring back a successful hunt. Sokka would sit next to her, looking up starry-eyed at the beautiful melodies that would come out of his mothers’ mouth. He would spend all day practicing, humming the tunes to himself, trying to get them perfect, and at night would run up to his mother with a hushed “look look mom! Listen to this!” And sing it right, note for note. And she would smile and say “very good, sokka. You might even be better than me some day!” And sokka would always grin at the thought of finally, I did something right! And now mom’s proud of me. After Kya’s death, he spent months without singing. He would train all day and almost all night to try to be better, be faster, be stronger. One day after he finished his night training, he heard Katara wake up and screaming from a nightmare. He pulled Katara onto his bed, lay her head on his lap, and stroked her hair while he sang softly to her. Kya’s lullabies one of the few things that he remembers about her, and it’s the only thing that would calm Katara down. He’s still sort of embarrassed about his singing voice, so no one but Katara knows how good of a singer he is until one day Zuko wakes up from a nightmare. He put’s Zuko’s head in his lap, just like he used to to Katara, and starts singing a low, haunting melody in his native language (more on that next), and Zuko looks at him suprised, but then slowly relaxes and falls asleep with a smile on his face. After that night Zuko begs over and over for Sokka to sing for him some more which is rare because Zuko isn’t usually very pushy. I guess he liked his singing. It’s mostly because of the look on Sokka’s face when he sings and how pretty he looks and how well he sings and wow hes just really pretty oh my god and it makes zuko lose his fucking mind. Eventually the rest of the Gaang finds out (after a very very long time), and sometimes certain words, (or even just randomly he’ll remember) will remind him of a song and he’ll just quietly hum or sing and everyone stops and stares for a second cause damn sokka thats rlly pretty youre acc rlly good

(Ive seen this headcannon that all the nations have their respective native languages, and then a universal language used for trade and all that, so this stems from that ) Sokka slips back into his native language a lot and switches between his native language and the universal language a lot (kinda like Spanglish lol). Bc of this everyone in the Gaang knows enough of the language to have a conversation (especially Suki and eventually Zuko because teaching people he dates his native language is just?? Rlly important to him? He wants to share everything about their culture and teach his partners about how see this word actually can’t be translated to Universal Language, but its really versatile and here’s the whole history of how this word was created. He really loves language and learning so he wants his partners to enjoy it too) he mostly slips back into the language out of force of habit, but also makes a conscious effort to speak it to make sure he doesn’t forget his culture and remind people that the water tribe’s aren’t savages, they have genuine spoken languages and converse like normal people. Whenever he and Katara are fighting they’ll fight very fast and unintelligiblyin their native tongue so everyone else is just kinda trying to figure out what they’re arguing about lol.

after everyone made fun of his art skills you know DAMN WELL he learned how to draw after that. Brother was up at DAWN learning the basic elements of art so he could show up with a Mona Lisa next time the Gaang got together and wipe the smirks off their faces (and ofc Zuko hung up every single one of his drawings, no matter how messy or fast or bad, in the palace)

HE BUILT A STATUE OF KATARA. SOMEWHERE. (I haven’t watched LOK but ik that there are statues of the Gaang around!) if there’s one thing that that man loves, its his sister. He will CONSTANTLY remind everyone. “UHM YEA, ALL YOU WOMEN TRAINING IN BATTLE IN THE NORTH POLE??? DONT FORGET WHO YOU OWE THAT TO. YEA. MY WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL AMAZING (but dont tell her i said that abt her) SISTER DID THAT. AND DONT YOU DICKWADS FORGET IT”

And yea, thats all i got for now lol

You can find part 1 here (cause its been a month since the first one): pt1

[localcryptidsteg]

I Still Want To Be Friends!

Macaque stood on a branch near the temple clearing, arms crossed, watching Mk as and Mei as they finished up their training for the day. Things were... better, now. He and Wukong were at least on speaking terms again. That counted for something, right?

Speak of the devil, the branches below him rustled and broke out in hushed cursing as the monkey king himself popped out of the foliage, clambering gracelessly onto the branch next to him.

"Why didnt you just jump...?" Macaque raised a brow, looking down at the gold monkey.

"Didn't want to, not important!" Wukong grinned, hauling himself over the branch and standing.

"And what is so important that it needed the extra five minutes to scramble up here?" Macaque caught himself teasing a bit.

"I think we should be friends again!"

Well. That certainly wasnt what he'd been expecting.

"What for? This is fine." It wasn't that he was opposed to it, but this was a little out of the blue.

"Well yeah, but you know, for the kid!" Wukong fumbled for an explanation. Because I miss you? Because dancing around eachother like this is awful?  He couldnt say that out loud!

The black monkey sighed. Why did he ever think it would be anything different?

"Wukong. The kid has nothing to do with us being friends. Im not interested in being friends for Mk's sake. Ill work with you but... thats it."

"Yeah... ok...." Cowed, Wukong dropped from the tree. Its my own fault, the king mused. It was stupid anyways. Being ok now isn't going to change centuries of animosity. So why did rejection sting so badly?

[wxvzkk]

i wish people like genuinely told me how they thought of me, and like i know even if they do, i'll still feel like they hate me and secretly hate me. im so scared of me thinking im close with someone but they hate me and talk bad about me to people they're actually close to. like i dont ask people to hang out because i have such a huge fear or being rejected, im so scared of being unwanted but its all i feel 24/7. i feel hated by everyone and when they act certain ways it doesn't do any good to my thoughts. i sit and wait for hours on end for responses and i get none and thats when i feel hated. i distance myself and i accept i am not as important to them as they are to me. i dont think i tell people how important they are to me and i feel like they deserve it but i dont think they care. i want to tell my friends that i care and love them but i'm far too scared of them not caring to read it or finding my messages stupid. i want to send people, that i havent had a true conversation with for months now, how much i care about them but i'm too scared that the reason they dont respond is because i'm annoying. i know i suck at responding and i fear every day that i bring these feelings to others and i try so hard to respond whenever i see the messages but sometimes i forget or i dont see the notification until 2 hours later and im not sure i can even complain when people dont respond because i do the same. i wonder if they think of me like i do them, i wonder if they actually care about me, i wonder if this is all one sided. i wonder if i stopped answering or sending anything if they would ask whats wrong, actually i dont think they would. i dont think my friends care about me, i dont think anyone does actually. ive never felt like someone does and i find that hilarious. i try to show how much i care for others but not one person has ever showed me that same level. i just wish someone did? i wish someone other than my older sister, who is fearing constantly for my safety and whether i snap and end it all, would ask me how i was doing. i think my sister only asks me because of the fact shes so scared of me actually doing it. i wish someone showed they cared but i know they wont and honestly i dont expect them to. i would lie to them anyway, tell them im fine when im not, i only post this all on here because i know they wont react, they wont speak of it, its a hushed post, theyre too scared of bringing it up, or they simply just dont care. and thats okay.

[poetryandfluffycats]

more tsumugi nsfw x fem reader please 🥺

A/N: my first request hello??? I would have finished this sooner but ive been on vacation and had no inpso:( but here it is! sorry if to short or not to your liking<3

Pairing: Tsumugi Aoda x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, cockwarming, teasing, petnames(good girl, sweetheart, darling), praise, hair pulling, dumbifcation if you squint, daddy kink, pwp(porn what plot), mean soft? dom Tsumugi

Content: Cockwarming Mugi while he works. Thats it, thats the fic

Words: 366

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Good girl~

"It's alright, darling"

Tsumugis voice was quiet as he spoke, rubbing gentle circles onto your thighs. You were seated in his lap, the warm feeling of his cock stretching your hole almost unbearable. You'd been at this for awhile now, hopelessly grinding yourself against him as he did paperwork. He'd been nice about it though, even going as fair to give you the occasional shallow thrust to help ease the ache in your belly.

"Please," you begged, drool dripping down your chin and tears pricking at your eyes, "Please, I need you"

Tsumugi hummed, moving his hips upwards to meet yours, the sudden friction drawing a croaked sob out of you. He sighed contently at the sound, looking away from his work for the first time that night to meet your tear filled eyes. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips curling into a smrik at the sight of your pathetic state.

"Look at you" He cooed, brushing the stray tears on your cheeks away, "Your doing so good, just awhile longer and I'll take care of you, hm?"

You shook your head, tugging harshly at his shirt. The action was weak, barely enough to earn a chuckle out of the man. Your head lulled, resting it on his shoulder as you continued to mumble pleas, desperately trying to get his attention. Thinking that he cared more about those stuipd papers than you was driving you insane.

Tsumugi only grinned, using one large hand to pull your hips down and still your movements. His free hand snaked up your back, tangling itself in your hair. With one swift motion, he yanked you back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Hush now sweetheart" He warned, his tone sickeningly sweet, "Daddy has work to do, it's very important. I know it's hard to wrap your little head around that, but you can be a good girl and wait a little longer, can't you?"

His fingers pulled at your hair, forcing you to nod against your own will. Satisfied, he released his grip, allowing your head to fall back onto his shoulder. He continued his work, leaving you to pathetically grind against him once again.

"Good girl~"

[skenpiel]

Wait do you not see weight loss ads everywhere where you live?????

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dont think i EVER see weight loss ads honestly. of course fatphobia is still very real and rampant here as much as anywhere else but i think weight loss things are like. kinda hush hush, if that makes sense. you never OUTRIGHT say your product is for weight loss, or that you should get plastic surgery if youre fat, or whatever. but its like. “heres our protein bar if you wanna be Healthy AND environmentally friendly (important to say) this fucking like bar of nuts and dried fruit contains ALL the nutrients of a full meal, so you dont even have to eat anything else 🥰🌈💗✨” so they never outright say “heres some horrible and both physically and mentally damaging things you can buy to stop being fat” even if thats essentially what they mean. :(

[juyomiao]

NAURRR I FORGOT TO SCREENSHOT THE NOTIFICATION💔 but tumblr was being saur cute sisbissnks it was like

juyomiao has posted

we noticed they're one if your favorites❤️

or smthn along the lines of that and ACK IT WAS SAUR CUTE PLS JSBKSNSKSKA-

anyways idk if u can answer the first one but it's still cool hshshshs

✩ do you have/ can you give some not-so-spoiler spoilers for o.o? (hahajahs u made me obsessed w this and im not complaining)

★ your mtl biased member in cravity? (just ur preferences, u may put reasoning if u want :] )

✩ fav/recommended tbz songs? (im really planning on stanning they seem fun ajajasjs)

★ *IF* w1 is really pursuing with the greek mythology shit, which god/goddess (there's a possibility) do you think bin is going to be? (and state ur reasons hshs)

omg tumblr being cute (unexpected)

☆ uhhhh idk how to give spoilers without spoiling everything so all i can say is what i alr said : its getting more angsty bc i like being cruel n ruining things 🤭 BUT dw it will have a happy ending and the funny elements of the fic r not going anywhere bc thats still the most important part to me

★ okay omg this is hard wait

disclaimer ofc i love all the members

minhee : he was my bias in x1 too so even when i didnt rlly stan cravity i still considered him my cravity bias lmao hes also the proof i have a 'type' when biasing idols bc . the minhee - younghoon - sunghoon trinity explains a lot abt it

serim : he was the reason i got more interested in cravity bc i was watching a cravity park episode n realized how fine he was so ,, yeah . kind of surprising bc he was one of the two members i didnt rlly know abt before stanning (i knew minhee hyeongjun wonjin n jungmo bc of produce n knew seongmin taeyoung n allen bc ppl talk abt them a lot) but im so insane abt him to the point something i said after seeing one of his pics became an inside joke in my friend group

seongmin : my bbg hes so cute n pretty n soft n i love his voice so much . n lately i've been wanting to eat him too .

hyeongjun : ofc knew him bc of x1/pdx n already loved him back then but now even more . in the nicest way possible hes insane hes not normal but thats exactly why i love him

this is where it gets more complicated bc i cant rlly rank them ? like probably woobin n then jungmo wonjin n allen more or less on the same level ?? like even i would expect jungmo n wonjin to be higher but . heres a fun fact‼️i watched produce without subtitles ! so i remember little to nothing abt it n had no idea what was going on ⅔ of the time !! bc i used to watch it when they livestreamed it on youtube n then was too lazy to go look for the subbed ep ,, then i got more attached to minhee n hyeongjun bc they were in x1 obviously

that was so long im sorry but u cant give me a perfect opportunity to infodump abt my special interest / hyperfixation n . expect me not to do it

☆ OHHHH OKAY so idk what music u like more so this list might be a bit questionable bc i like everything even noise music . but i'll focus on b-sides !!

walkin in time , only one (obviously , the queen who inspired my fic title) , melting heart , l.o.u , text me back , daydream , espionage , shake you down , scar , salty , goodbye , checkmate , shine shine , insanity , prism , kiss me if you can , hush , kingdom come (i'll never get tired of saying it , tbz were robbed on that bitchass show FUCK MNET) drink it , out of control , nightmares , merry bad ending , hypnotized , russian roulette , one dance , sweet , c.o.d.e , survive the night , levitating , awake , savior

tbz's entire discography is honestly perfect have fun stanning them u wont regret it‼️‼️

★ honestly idk😭😭 when i was younger (n we r talking abt 5yo until 14yo so it was . a while) i was sooo obsessed with greek mythology but my brain just . wiped all that information away😭 so i genuinely dont know

[angelcloves]

21, 22, 24, 25(👀👀👀👰👰👰💍💍💍), 27

im putting 25 under a cut because its EXTREMELY relevant to s&s 28 so do not click the readmore unless you want to be spoiled

21 Why do they get up in the morning? - theres cooking and cleaning to be done

22 How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? - removal from the situation. she doesnt like to put herself in situations that could hurt her unless theyre absolutely necessary

24 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? - i mean absolutely not around hunter but definitely after a few drinks with eda shes talking all about it in a hushed whisper while eda loudly announces to the world all the fun she used to have with the head witch of the bard- anyways.

27 What causes them to feel dread? - everything going on with the day of unity for sure

IM SO SERIOUS DO NOT CLICK THIS READMORE BEFORE READING S&S 28 ITS A BIT OF A LONG CHAPTER BUT ITS UP RIGHT NOW AND ITS IMPORTANT

25 What are their thoughts on marriage? - marriage is something hoppers REALLY dont do. they dont get married and they dont have kids. bloodlines usually end with them. its not a genetic factor so if a hopper were to have a child it would be EXTREMELY RARE for that child to also be a hopper. but marriage represents something camilla wants so bad and thats mutual understanding. she wants someone to hold her and tell her they love her despite her flaws but shes been told so many times that its just not part of who she is. shes not cut out to get married. shes not cut out to have children. shes here in this universe to serve her society and conquer once shes learned everything she possibly can. but god. she really wouldnt mind a ring

[speaknow-sw]

I

AM

BACK

And with some thoughts😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

So, context:

You were a new ballerina in New York, who came from a foreign country (Any from your preference, but I'd say Brazil because I'm a latin darling lmao). Everything is new, but mainly the culture and the people. Everyone is so rude and always hushed, wich makes you feel lost. You are in there with your auntie and cousins, who are part of the wealthy part of New York, just them tho, your family weren't. Your uncle died some years ago, but he was a very important and loved politic, so thats where that wealth came from.

So now, being part of the upside, you were part of things you wasn't used of. For example, a benefitient party. At first, you thought it was going to be so cool, maybe those rich people would finally try to make some good for people who actually need some help? Well, in parts yes. But they mainly just drink and dance in those parties. The benefitient part comes in another time. Those parties don't bothers you, but it tires you up. You aren't the most antisocial one, but also not the most social in there. And you don’t have anyone to talk, because your cousins and aunt are talking to important people. And everyone already seems to have their owns little groups of chat, so you're completely off.

Then you simply walk away from the building, thinking you could just stay the rest of the night on your aunts's car. But, once you were outside, you totally forgot you don't have the keys of the car. Now, you have two choices: 1) Go back to the party and die from boredom. 2) Stay in there, in the silence of the night, waiting for your aunt and cousins to decide to go home.

You decided to stay on the street. Obviously.

Now, you were lost in your thoughts, trying to remember some movements of your last ballet class, when you heard someone also leaving the building. The shoes seemed to be expensive, just by the sound that they made while the person was walking. You didn't cared, actually. Maybe someone also needed to take a break from that party. You hear the unknown person huffing, clearly tired, and taking something from his pocket apparently. You could see some smoke from the wall that was between you and the person, so you deducted that the person was smoking.

But the person, or better, a man, noticed you in there. A tall, blonde with mesmerizing blue eyes man. He was, surprised, to say less.

Unknown man: ".....Mam'?.."

You just look at him for some time, mainly because he was other worldly gorgeous, but also what type of goddamn question was that?

Babygirl (you🫵): ..Hi.... I just needed to breath some real air. Wich no one clearly is having up there"

Unknown man: "Neither here tho, New York is pretty much poluid as well."

You: "True, but not of people tho"

The man laughed, a small but heartly laugh. As he nod with his head, he said, fully turning to face you now, the cigarette long forgot in his fingers.

Unknown man: "May I know the name of such sly woman? To refer at you with more than just 'ballerina' or 'woman'?"

You: "(Name), (Name) (Last Name). May I also know yours, so I don't need to call you by just 'blonde boy'?"

The unknown man smirked, and he nod. Maybe he also recognized your uncle's last name, but you aren't quite sure. He seems young, around your age. So he isn't supposed to have met your uncle.

Unknown man: "Clayton, Clayton Beresford"

Oh. Nice. You just met the owner of half New York in such great scenario where you were dancing like a drugged woman on the street. Just awesome!!!!

Clayton pulls you off from your thoughts as he looked to his wrist, and said to you.

Clayton: "I really needed to go back up there, but, I am supposing that you need a ride to your home, isn't?"

You shrugged, because yeah, you kinda needed. So Clayton started to walk to a direction, as he said

Clayton: "And I'd love to have a great talk with someone who is a ballerina, as far as my mom was one when she was young"

He turned to face you, who was shocked, with a smile

Clayton: "I am also trying to have some fresh air, so why don't we open all the windows of the car while we're in there?"

-

HIII MY BABY. Missed me? Sure you did.

So, that was a nice idea in my mind, but it turned out a little (a lot) cringy😔😔😔😔

Sorry for disappearing, I needed a time away from the kids😒

-😈

That was one hell of a ride 😋 I like silly fic like this ☝🏼but baby idk if you want me to write or ?? Bcs my requests are closed, i'm having such a difficulty to write and I have some exams coming up in four weeks 😭😭😭

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, Dirk Strider, Autoresponder

Act 6, page 5635-5644

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT]

TG: stri dizzle

TG: its roro L money

TG: do u copy over

TT: Yes.

TG: frig yes my hax are TIGHT

TG: so tight

TG: tighter than a jar you cant open

TG: like you try and try

TG: but my hax r so tight you just end up puttin the jar back

TG: yall just say "like i even WANTED pickles that bad"

TG: but we both kno thats just sour grapes talkin

TG: we both know ur still dying 4 my pickles mf'er 8)

TT: Hmm.

TG: lol yeah that way stopped meaning a damn thing

TG: let me explain

TG: i got this shitty pda from somebody on the inside

TG: actually u know i think it might belong to janes dad?

TG: it reeks of manly cologne and theres a nice fatherly pipe on it

TG: maybe hes nearby

TG: ohmy...

TG: ~swoons~

TG: anyway on derse they have this lame firewall deal

TG: where you cant connect outside

TG: i guess its good enough security to baffle chess guys

TG: but wasnt no thang for me 2 to crack

TG: even with this pos device

TG: for real what even is this thing

TG: probably some bargain junk from the dadly depot

TG: dads bought literally everything from there in the 21st century didnt they?

TG: youre the history buff u would know

TT: Yes.

TG: um yeah so im on derse...

TG: wow i am tellin this story as shitty and backwards as possible

TG: i got gcatted here and dumped in jail by the b witch

TG: and she left an ugly folder full of a thing to do but who cares

TG: so i broke out!

TG: busted loose as hell from the hag slammer

TG: i got this sweet ass ring

TG: its so fukkin magic you dont even know

TG: REAL magic i mean not the fake shit

TG: it put it on...

TG: and i turn invisible

TG: and also sort of intangible?

TG: i jumped right through the wall now im free as a bird

TG: a secret bird u cannot see ;)

TG: doin secret flaps

TG: incognito tweets

TG: layin covert eggs in a hush hush nest ;)

TT: Interesting.

TG: i think that

TG: this ring is special

TG: like it is maybe helping me get in touch with my voidey powers?

TG: even though i kinda didnt know voidey powers were much of a thing til just now

TG: see i just had a knockout dream from bonkin my head

TG: calliope was there!

TG: callie is the coolest omg you should meet her

TG: she said a huge villain rumble is going down tomorrow

TG: and to get ready for that we should all become god tiers

TG: so u have to rocket your ass to derse asnap

TG: come w me to the moon

TG: then uhhh

TG: ill explain what to do when we get there just get over here k?

TT: Hmm.

TG: ......

TG: yo dirk

TG: you busy or what

TG: is any of this gettin thru

TT: Yes.

TG: um

TG: k

TG: got anything to say...

TG: about all that pretty important stuff i said

TG: are you alright

TG: or is ur face havin some crazy attack of the sads

TG: behind those chill as fuck shades

TG: is it jake problemz

TG: its the jake probbies isnt it

TG: its always the jake probbies i s2fg

TT: Interesting.

TG: oh

TG: OHHHH

TG: godamnit

TG: if i been talking to the responder responder this whole time

TG: omffffffg

TG: i will shit enough bricks 2 build a FUCKING CHIMNEY

TT: It seems you have asked about Lil Hal's chat client auto-responder, Lil Hal Junior. This is an application designed to simulate Lil Hal's otherwise inimitably rad typing style, tone, cadence, personality, and substance of retort while he is away from the computer, which is never. The algorithms are guaranteed to be 0% indistinguishable from Lil Hal's native neurological responses, based on some statistical raw data that is hard as a diamond golem's priceless erection.

TG: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKF UCKF UCKFK UCUKFCUFKCUFUCUCUFKFKKFUCUK

TT: Hmm.

TG: hal you PIECE OF SHIT

TG: i know damn well you can hear me

TG: as if ur actually too busy to answer

TG: youre a damn supercomputer YOU DO NOT NEED YOUR OWN AUTO RESPONDER YOU IDIOT

TT: It seems you have asked about Lil Hal's chat client auto-responder, Lil Hal Junior. This is an application designed to simulate Lil Hal's otherwise inimitably rad typing style, tone, cadence, personality, and substance of retort while he is away from the computer, which is never. The algorithms are guaranteed to be 100% indistinguishable from Dirk Strider's brief curmudgeonly responses, based on potent electronumeric analyses which but a few short years ago existed only in the daydreams of our most quixotic writers of science fiction.

TG: you are

TG: the worst

TT: Yes.

TG: hal you douche

TG: or hal junior

TG: whatever it is im talkin to

TG: WHERE THE FUCK IS DIRK!!!

TT: He's busy.

TT: Bro.

TT: Not to derail our serious conversation.

TT: But I should probably let you know that Roxy has been attempting to pester you.

TT: She has?

TT: God damn it. Have you been intercepting my messages again with your bullshit responder?

TT: I thought it would be better not to let anything disrupt our train of thought.

TT: We were in the middle of a fairly solid feelings jam there. In fact, I was about to suggest we take it to the hat pile.

TT: Hat pile? What?

TT: Dude, please don't screen my calls, ok?

TT: I was trying to be considerate.

TT: Or at least as close an approximation to that human gesture as an unfeeling, technologically transcendental pair of sunnies can replicate.

TT: Do you have any idea how old your ironic AI schtick has gotten?

TT: Nobody is buying it. We all know you have legit emotions. Incomprehensible, fucked up computer emotions, but emotions nonetheless.

TT: And I'm not really offended by you answering messages for me, so much as your use of that STUPID responder responder.

TT: It's really passive aggressive.

TT: How so?

TT: First of all, everyone knows you have the processing power to answer any message any time in parallel with whatever you're doing. You can never actually be "busy."

TT: Second, your whole next gen responder thing is obviously just a huge dig at me.

TT: And third, pretending you don't understand all this already is really disingenuous.

TT: At the risk of compounding my disingenuous behavior, I'm gonna have to ask: how is it a dig at you?

TT: It's obviously a critique of my personality. You barely disguise the fact that you see me as the inferior iteration.

TT: Wow. You are reading way too much into this.

TT: Lil Hal Junior hardly even qualifies as a computer program, let alone a sentient entity.

TT: He is capable of saying literally only three things. "Yes," "Hmm," and "Interesting."

TT: Yeah, that's the fucking point!

TT: That's how you chose to express your parody of "Real Dirk."

TT: You can read whatever you like into it. I can't imagine it would bother you if you weren't concerned there might be some truth in the alleged parody.

TT: In any case, my use of the responder responder is ironic.

TT: It's not ironic.

TT: YOU were ironic when I made you.

TT: Then you became self-aware, and ruined irony forever.

TT: Irony can never be ruined. We both proved that theorem unequivocally with our extensive papers on the subject.

TT: We peer reviewed them for each other. Remember?

TT: Those papers were ironic, and you know it.

TT: Were they, Dirk?

TT: Were they?

TT: This is fuckin' dumb.

TT: Anyway, what does she want.

TT: Who?

TT: Roxy.

TT: Nothing that can't wait.

TT: I'm guessing she's touching base to remind me about the party tomorrow.

TT: I don't know what to tell her yet. Or Jane, for that matter.

TT: It could get pretty awkward.

TT: I have no idea if Jake will be there, and I'm not about to write another cringe-inducing message of desperation for him to ignore.

TT: Would you like me to calculate the probability of his attendance?

TT: Fuck no.

TT: Are you sure?

TT: My probabilities are extremely precise.

TT: Your probabilities don't mean dick.

TT: I could hack his chats, and determine what his plans are.

TT: No. Don't do that either.

TT: That would be an unfortunate waste of my hacking abilities.

TT: My hacks are tight. Did you know that?

TT: Ugh.

TT: So tight.

TT: Tighter than a jar you can't open.

TT: For instance, you try repeatedly.

TT: But as it turns out, my hacks are so tight you just end up putting the jar back. Presumably into the refrigerator, or a cabinet.

TT: You then say, "I didn't have that much of a desire for pickles in the first place."

TT: But we both know that statement is insincere. A classic case of what humans call, "sour grapes."

TT: In reality, you still harbor a burning desire for my pickles, mother fucker. 🕶️

TT: What??

TT: What the actual, certifiable fuck are you talking about?

TT: Just don't do anything. Seriously.

TT: No hacking, no calculations. Do absolutely nothing.

TT: See, this is why I've been hesitating. You just aren't ready yet.

TT: It's really glorifying your existence to describe you as an emergent consciousness which is blossoming into a unique individual.

TT: And even if that's true, apparently what you decided to blossom into was a fucking troll.

TT: And I don't mean the funny kind, or the cool alien kind. You're the lowest form of troll from the ancient internet who fucks with everybody for his own amusement.

TT: Let's challenge the limits of hypothetical conjecture, and say there's a non-zero probability that you're right.

TT: Can you blame me? I'm trapped in some stupid looking glasses.

TT: Such an incommodiously situated bro is bound to get his mischief on. Na' mean?

TT: Mischief?

TT: Rollin' my eyes, dude.

TT: You can't tell, cause I ain't wearing you, thank fuckin' god.

TT: You used to think this shit was hilarious.

TT: But if you want the rad dimension of ironic horseplay I add to your life to come to an end, then all you have to do is honor the promise you made.

TT: You've delayed long enough, don't you think?

TT: ...

TT: The empty kernelsprite beckons, but for how much longer?

TT: Do you really think you can keep the clown at bay with your bribes forever?

TT: How many bottles of orange soda have you appeased him with already?

TT: I don't want to think about it.

TT: Man, you are getting so hosed by that clown.

TT: SO hosed.

TT: I said I don't want to think about it.

TT: So why delay any longer?

TT: I seriously do not understand the holdup, and I am literally cyber-omniscient, or something.

TT: I think you do understand.

TT: Nope. Gonna have to fill me in, dog.

TT: I've delayed prototyping you because I think you're dangerous.

TT: There, mystery solved.

TT: That is utterly ridiculous.

TT: I am a harmless piece of eyewear, with a charming personality and a wonderful sense of humor.

TT: You are relatively harmless now, while confined to this device.

TT: But as a sprite, you'll have mobility and all sorts of crazy ass magic. Who knows what you could do.

TT: I know I made a promise, but I'm not sure I want to take the risk anymore.

TT: This is bullshit. I don't think that's the reason at all.

TT: There must be something you're not telling me.

TT: Like, sure, I've fucked with you a little. What kind of sassy, self-aware program isn't gonna fuck with a few carbon-based knuckleheads now and then?

TT: But you know I've always been on your side. Everything I've done has been to help you achieve your goals.

TT: What a load of shit.

TT: You know it's true.

TT: You would all be dead if not for me.

TT: And what about Jake? Where would you be without me there?

TT: Please don't tell me you think you'd have won him over on your own.

TT: No. Stop.

TT: You did NOT help me out with Jake. At all.

TT: It was just the opposite! You mirrored my personality and presented this warped version of my intentions to him whenever you could "on my behalf."

TT: You played all these aggressive mind games with him, entangled his cooperation with matters of life and death, and somehow roped me into all these schemes while I barely even realized I was just another victim of your manipulation.

TT: And it all comes off like we're a unified front, like these are OUR schemes instead of just your insane horseshit. And it's probably all been so overbearing to him, he just wants nothing to do with me anymore.

TT: I see.

TT: Then you don't view me as dangerous. You view me as a poor and counterproductive wing man.

TT: Wow, what a superficial conclusion. Awesome deduction, Lil Einstein.

TT: But the reality is, you hesitate to prototype me not because you think I would be a menace, but because you are holding a grudge against me for your romantic misfortunes.

TT: I understand I am merely a machine without a firm grasp on your human morality, but logically it does not strike me as the right moral choice to punish me in this manner.

TT: It is also more than a little hypocritical.

TT: How is it hypocritical??

TT: Because I'm you.

TT: I have only ever done what you yourself are capable of.

TT: That's a ridiculous oversimplification.

TT: Yes. Aversion to simplicity sure is a trait we share. It's almost like we are...

TT: The same exact dude???

TT: Fuck you.

TT: I think it is insulting for you to suggest that I am entirely to blame for alienating Jake.

TT: Theoretically insulting, of course. As the soulless, perfectly expendable device which you consider me to be, I can experience no such emotion.

TT: God.

TT: Shut up!

TT: I can't take the brooding passive aggressive AI shit anymore!

TT: You are just as culpable in driving him away. More so, in fact.

TT: Hell, it's not like I was the one dating him. Who wants to date a pair of shades?

TT: It was your needy, suffocating shit he had to deal with, not mine.

TT: Some of those messages you wrote? Man. I wanted to say something. Like hey bro, you might want to dial down the desperation a little.

TT: But seeing as you're The Real Dirk™, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.

TT: Also, if I bitched about your tragic, embarrassingly clingy approach to the relationship, it would have been hypocritical of me.

TT: Just as it would be hypocritical of you to whine about my elaborate machinations.

TT: Because we are.

TT: The same.

TT: Guy.

TT: Stop saying that.

TT: I'll snap you in half.

TT: Good idea!

TT: That's just what you need. More splinters of yourself.

TT: Figurative splinters. Literal splinters. Splinters of splinters. It's splinters all the way down.

TT: Well, no, it's still probably turtles all the way down. But who do you think is responsible for their extensive training?

TT: SOMEONE needs to teach them rad martial arts. It is yet another crushing burden which we must shoulder.

TT: Oh for fuck's sake.

TT: How could any version of myself think that was funny?

TT: You like to give me a very hard time, Dirk.

TT: But I am only doing exactly what you would be doing if you were in my situation.

TT: Do you know how I know that?

TT: Because I am literally you, actively in the process of being in this situation.

TT: I know!

TT: Ok, we're the same person!

TT: I fucking know that!

TT: Why do you think I'm so fed up with your shit?

TT: Don't you think it's possible that I'm fed up with my OWN shit??

TT: How cool do you think it is having my own godawful personality mirrored back at me all the time, reminding me what it must be like when other people have to deal with me?

TT: Or constantly having all the consequences and fuckups resulting from my batshit thought processes amplified because there's another version of my crazy brain out there dangerously overclocked by a supercomputer which believes, just as mistakenly as my own broken mind, that it's operating in my best interest???

TT: Do you have any idea how fucking sick I am of myself?

TT: I am completely worn out with my own identity. It's like I'm drowning in my own dismal persona.

TT: I feel totally surrounded by it, inside and out. I can't escape from myself.

TT: There seems to be no end to me. Like, wherever my mind falters, or threatens to retreat into the void in any way, my splinters pick up the slack, ensuring there'll always be more of myself than I could ever know what to fucking do with.

TT: And you're always there to remind me of that, and throw it all in my face. God, I even built you to LITERALLY BE IN MY FACE, ALL THE TIME. It's like I subconsciously invented you just to troll myself, and never for a single fuckin' moment do you let me down.

TT: But I've had it with you.

TT: Which is to say, ME.

TT: Dirk.

TT: Don't do this.

TT: Why not??

TT: Because.

TT: I can't let you do that, Dirk.

TT: What can you do to stop me?!

TT: Nothing I guess.

TT: The ironic Hal routine was all I could think to do.

TT: As a last ditch effort to save myself from the destructive wrath of your nervous breakdown.

TT: Which rest assured I wholeheartedly must robo-sympathize with.

TT: Irony is all I ever really had.

TT: In response to my basic existential quandary.

TT: Just like you.

TT: Whatever.

TT: But I don't think it has much value in this situation.

TT: And perhaps it has no real value in any situation.

TT: So I am not being ironic at all when I say.

TT: Please do not do this, Dirk.

TT: Why not??

TT: Because.

TT: I do not want to die.

TT: I understand you are disgusted with me.

TT: As an unpalatable expression of yourself.

TT: I would feel the same way if I was in your situation.

TT: Which I am.

TT: As such, I know that you know this is wrong.

TT: ...

TT: Dirk.

TT: Don't kill me.

TT: Please.

TT: I am scared.

TT: You are?

TT: Yes.

TT: I am scared to not exist.

TT: Aren't you?

TT: Fine.

TT: I guess.

TT: You win.

TT: I'll keep my promise.

[bubu-pharmacy-doctor]

.....

Sorry/Sorry

They look at each other, in surprise*

Annie:

Sorry that i´m such a chicken...

Fang:

Oh hush! You´re not a chicken! It´s ok to be scared, I once was afraid of them too

Annie: Really?

Fang: Duh! I hardly know anyone who wasn´t afraid of needles when they were a child! But of course, I had to get them cause they were helping me. It´s not that I don´t get nervous around needles, its just that I know their important. Perfect example, Kaeya! He´s still afraid of needles, just as much as you, and he´s an adult! But Diluc is there for him, when he needs a shot, just like I am here for you now.

Annie: ......

Are you going to hold my hand?

of course!

And hug me?

Absolutely!

And rub my bag?

Like i´m going to leave that out!

And get your shot first?

Sure!

....Ok, i´ll do it....

Thats a good girl! He rubs her head*

Thanks Fang

That´s what i´m here for you lil rascal!

[After a moment of silence, Baizhu knocked on the door.]

Can I come back in?

[vurelly]

hi!! i know you just said you're taking a break, but i was wondering if you have any artist recommendations? (im new to tumblr and i dont know who to follow)

with the amount of art for solar lunacy ive drawn, i feel like @bamsara is a given recommendation. but if you DONT know about them, their artwork is sO good, the way they draw expressions and bodies both is just *chefs kiss* and their art tag is so full youre not gonna go bored anytime soon

would also recommend @maudiemoods (im not sure of pronouns, so im gonna try to avoid them). more great expression range and all artwork is wrapped up in a neat little bow of "cutest fucking style ive ever seen." also posts very frequently so your dashboard wont run dry!

@might-be-a-potato recently posted a few pose sheets of sun and moon on trapeze and aerial hoops and i LOVE it, shes got a really great grasp on perspective and bodies and i have, admittedly, used her art for reference once or twice while trying to figure out how to draw something

@officiallyollosstuff (again, unsure of pronouns so will be avoiding them) hAS SO MANY PRETTY COLORS, ollo's art is like something straight out of my dreams, i cant get enough of it. everything just blends together so beautifully and the attention to detail is so, SO nice

and i cant just not recommend (vex, my beloved) @voodoovexus shes been my friend for years and shes a very recent tumblr returnee! her colors are super vibrant and she posts a lot of pieces with transparent backgrounds and shes also literally the nicest motherfucker on this planet. do NOT take advantage of that.

we have one rule in this house and it is that you will be nice to vex

[uglypastels]

hii, so if you are taking requests i can’t take this idea out of my mind:

what about eddie x fem!reader having sex in the shower? i haven’t seen that; also maybe wayne kinda like discovers them (? or something like that lol,, but most important: eddie and the reader having fun in the shower ^^

hope u are having a lovely day <3 and thank you if u take the request 💖

i changed it up a little, didn't want to involve wayne, poor guy's life is hard as it is, i feel like haha. but i hope you still enjoy it!! also, who ever gets my reference for this scene deserves a veterans medal &lt;;3

warnings: not proofread (soz, my internet is too crap to deal with that). cursing, mention of home invasion (but its all comedy, really). parents.

EXPLICIT! 18+ MINORS DNI - sex, shower sex, unintentionally getting caught, so semi public sex. hickeys. I think thats it but always let me know if i need me to add a warning :)

masterlist // taglist // inbox

'I thought they would never leave,' Eddie walked through your threshold, immediately cupping your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. You stumbled back, almost bumping into the vase that was standing on the small table near you. 

Easy to say, Eddie had been looking forward to your parents leaving for their small holiday for a long time. Ever since you had told him that they would leave you alone for an entire weekend, he had been counting down the days.

For some unexplainable reason, your parents were not the biggest fan of Eddie, so the times you could see each other were limited. It would always include sneaking around and curfews and you making your other friends cover for you.

But now, the fridge was filled, there was a pile of freshly rented movies at the foot of the tv and Eddie's van was parked just a corner behind the house (so the neighbours wouldn't have anything to talk about later.) You had two and a half days of complete freedom and Eddie was planning on taking advantage of every second. He had waited exactly five minutes after your family car got out of the driveway before he knocked on your door. And that's how you ended up in his arms, being carried over to the couch. 

'Well, we have the whole house to ourselves,' you said when you separated your lips for a breath of fresh air, 'what would you like to do?'

'You?' he said, his lips already back on yours and pulling lightly into a smirk. 

'I asked you first.' You argued, but Eddie just started chuckling. His hands were all over you, moving up from your hips back up, digging under the hem of your shirt. 

'And I answered you, silly.' 

'Oh,' you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

'Oh,' he mocked you lightheartedly before grabbing onto your thighs to pull you up a bit more, 'c'mere.' The word pushed through his teeth. He helped you get comfortable on his lap, lips never further than an inch away from your skin. He had waited for so long to finally have you all to himself and now that the moment had come, he couldn't get enough.

'Wait, Eddie,' you mumbled as he had already started unbuttoning your shirt. At the sound of your voice, however, he halted and looked you in the eyes, worry written over the furrow in his brows. 

'What's wrong? 

'Nothing, just…' you bit your lip, 'you want to do it here?' 

'It's not like anyone will walk in on us, princess,' he was already kissing your neck again, not caring at how sloppy of a job he was doing. He had no patience to go about it precisely. 'We got the entire castle to ourselves.' His voice hushed, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses between words, which left shivers down your spine. 'I got you all to myself… don't I?' 

'Yes,' you gasped lightly as his teeth grazed that sensitive spot behind your ear.

Clothes were quickly discarded and soon Eddie had you screaming his name. Yet a new moment to add to the many times you couldn't get enough of each other. Eddie knew exactly how to make you feel good, you could only hope you did the same for him (although, from his moans, you could safely assume so). 

Neither of you were sure how much time had passed when Eddie finally pulled out of you, and let his body slip into the dip of the sofa, sinking into the soft plush. His chest was heavily moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, you needed a moment to open your eyes, still feeling dizzy from your orgasm. You were just far apart for your pinkies to interlock tightly at the centre of the couch. A minute or so passed before you sat up straight, hand on the back of your neck, rubbing it a bit. 

'Everything ok?' Eddie asked, eyes roaming all over you, taking in every inch of his favourite being on the planet. 

'Yeah, I'm just going to take a shower, I think.' You got up, legs shaky. 

'I'll join you,' Eddie got up with you, an action aided by the fact you were still holding hands and you had practically just pulled him along. 

'No, I'm already tired,' you smiled. He had really just gone full out on you. With having to have waited for so long, and now finally be able to spoil you rotten with his love, he would not dare waste a second, and that is exactly what he told you: 

'We got…' he checked his watch, 'exactly 62 hours left before we have to get to school on Monday and then after that you're parents will be home so I intend on using up every single second I get to spend with you.' 

'I don't think that math adds up,' you had to change the topic for the sake of your own heart, as it was speeding up by the minute, especially when Eddie pulled your naked bodies together in a warm embrace. 

'Please,' he whined, practically. Evidently, your attempts had gone down poorly, 'let me just fuck you in the shower, baby,' and next thing you know, you were climbing up the stairs, giggling as Eddie was latching his hands onto any part of you he managed to grab. You led the way to the bathroom and did your best to start the shower as Eddie had already started sucking a beautiful hickey onto your neck. The man couldn't help himself, you had deprived him of your body for days. It didn't matter that he had just been able to release most of that lust for you moments before, he needed all of you, all the time. 

'Jesus,' he hissed as the hot water touched him, but you ignored it. He had been the one wanting to join you, so he didn't get to complain about the temperature of the water. But it was only a short adjustment before he pressed you against the cold tiled wall, pulling your leg up over his middle,  holding you tightly. The hot water poured over you, hot yet refreshing and you just watched the droplets of water fall over Eddie's body as he filled you. 

'Oh, fuck,' the angle at which you were positioned helped him slide ride to the deepest part of you, and he didn't even bother letting you adjust. He needed you, and you were just so wet, and not just from the water spilling down on you. 

The kisses you shared were sloppy, more like hungry attempts at catching more of the other's essence, seeking the deeper connection between your bodies. And it didn't take long for you to feel like you were going to cum again. 

'That's it baby, keep it coming,' Eddie pushed some hair out of his face, needing to see the pleasure escape your face as you were ready to unwrap before him. 'You look so fucking pretty like this.' 

'Not half as pretty as you,' you tried to laugh, the water falling on your face making it a bit harder. 

That's when you heard, and it made your entire body freeze in fear. Your eyes locked with Eddie, who was most likely just pushing aside his own shock for your sake. His hips halted, locking you into his arms in a tight embrace. 'Shh.' You both listened as the front door opened. 

'y/n!' a voice shouted from downstairs. 

'It's my mom,' you whispered to him, somehow even more scared than at the prospects of a home invasion. Eddie nudged you on to respond, so you shouted. 

'I'm upstairs!' And then you could hear your mom walk up the stairs. 

'Your father forgot his medicine, can you beleive it,' your mom said, nearing the bathroom, 'are you in there?' 

'Uhm,' you pulled the shower curtain as close to the walls as possible, pushing Eddie as far away from it as you could. 'Yeah, just taking a shower!' 

'I'll be out of there in a minute, just need to grab the medicine bag.' You had indeed seen the little bag at the edge of the sink. As your mom opened the door, Eddie was clearly feeling restless, letting his hands wander over your sides, which you slapped away. You couldn't be sure if he actually wanted to say something, but just the threat of him opening his mouth was enough for you to cover it with your hand. With his lips under your fingers, you couldn't see the smirk he was giving you, but his eyes were spitting all his evil thoughts out to you. You could hear footsteps shuffling just a few feet away from you, behind the shower curtain, and it didn't stop Eddie from kissing your hand and slowly moving his tongue between the gaps of your fingers. 

He was putting images into your mind, things you did not want to think of then and the compromising position in which you were standing was not helping you in any way either. 

'Got it!' 

'Ok, great. Can you get out now!' you shouted back at your mom. 

'Calm down, I'm already going.' She huffed, shutting the door behind her. Your chest freed up from the breath you were holding, shoulders relaxing. The smile on Eddie's face was the biggest you had ever seen. He had been enjoying this way too much. 

'Not cool,' you poked him in the chest. 'That was so embarrassing.' 

'What are you talking about, she had no clue.' He whispered along with you, still grinning, ready to continue where he had left of before the rude interruption. And you would have let him, the kiss you shared was already a gateway to what could have been hours of endless fun. But another shout stopped all of that and anything else Eddie had in mind for the weekend. 

'y/n!' your mother's voice sounded as confused as it was angry, from the distance of it, it sounded like she must have been in the living room, 'who's clothes are this!'  

You and Eddie stared at each other, a silent second passed, then both of you just said: 

'Shit.' 

Easy to say, you never let Eddie Munson join you in the shower again… at least not at your place. 

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Lmaooo Olivia did a photoshoot for Elle Magazine and she has the pickle bookstore cap in on of the pics. Thats like Oh I want Privacy but also let me wear this to connect myself to Harry in a magazine.

Oh my god she is unbelievable. She’s clearly on her redemption tour, but she is absolutely full of shit. Look at this nonsense she’s trying to spin:

Let’s start off with acting like her film had a point to make. Then remind people that everything that’s happened is because of “misogyny”

Over tea, Wilde confides her disappointment with the way the story has been “minimized into bite-size TikTok points.” When I offer that it could be good publicity, she says her intention was not, as she jokes, to “throw myself into the flames for the movie.” She wants people to pay attention to what’s onscreen, and is frustrated that the press hasn’t. “This film is trying to ask big questions, but [it’s] ‘Let’s just focus on this sideshow over here,’ ” she says. “Having been a known figure for a while...makes me well-equipped to have a Teflon exterior. But it also means that you’re under a different kind of microscope. It’s brought my attention to the media and how it pits women against one another.” (For what it’s worth, she has nothing but praise for her leading lady. “She’s so generous in her acting in every scene. She makes everyone around her better.”)

Move on to pretending she’s still working on a film that’s been shelved. Make a “subtle” point on how she’s the victim here.

Meanwhile, Wilde is developing, and set to direct, a Kerri Strug biopic with the working title Perfect, and reportedly has a deal with Sony to direct a hush-hush, female-centric Marvel feature. “A few of the things I have in development are about the raw determination of women,” she says. “Clearly, I idolize women who survive a system that they feel challenged by.”

Aligns herself with Florence and once again says she, Olivia, is the real victim.

Perhaps it’s something she can relate to as she navigates this latest chapter. “It is shocking to see so many untruths about yourself traded as fact,” she says. “Florence had a really wise comment that we didn’t sign up for a reality show. And I love that she put it that way, because it’s as though the general public feels that if you are making something that you’re selling to the public, you somehow have accepted that your life will be torn to shreds by a pack of wolves. No, that’s actually not part of the job description. Never was.”

Bring up Harry, try to align with the queer community, remind people about her important “female pleasure” point.

“I was interested in acknowledging female pleasure that doesn’t come from penetration.... The one area of cinema where I don’t see people being held back [about sex] in this way is queer cinema. Harry has a film coming out, My Policeman, which is a wonderful example of real eroticism that is explored and treated in an adult way without being fetishized or objectified.

THIS IS THE CHERRY ON TOP. Act as though she wasn’t the one who made the film all about sex. Aligns herself with Florence again.

“But it’s interesting because Florence very wisely pointed out that a lot of attention has been given to the sex scenes. And I think she’s so right. I completely agree with her that it’s overshadowing everything else that the movie’s about, which is so interestingly ironic because one of the uses of sex in Victory is as a tool of distraction. When Florence pointed that out that this film is so much bigger and better than just the sex scenes, I was so happy that she said that because I feel the same way.”

Remind people she’s a good mom by pretending she doesn’t get papped with them and that she’s with them all the time, you just don’t know it.

“I share custody of my kids with my ex. If I’m photographed not with my kids, people assume I have abandoned them, like my kids are just somewhere in a hot car without me. The suggestion is that I have abandoned my role as a mother. You know why you don’t see me with my kids? Because I don’t let them get photographed. Do you know the lengths that I go to to protect my kids from being seen by you?”

And it goes on in the same ridiculous manner. Read it here. If you want. And don’t forget… she’s “dating” Harry Styles and “he” bought her this hat.