#i lobe them 💙

[nblatinotails]

I HC that Tails sometimes acts like a hedgehog since he was raised by one. He will curl up in a ball when scared. He will huff/puff and hiss when mad. Sonic both finds it cute and is a little embarrassed that Tails imitates him so strongly that he picked up those behaviors. I love when these characters act a bit like the animals they are.

YES ! amazing amazing hc anon <3

I've shared this hc before, but I like to think mobians act a lot more like the animals they derive from when they're younger and kinda grow out of it as they age, so YES- a young sonic, still enough of a child to be atuned to the more Instinctual nature of his ancestry, will huff and puff when he's upset, he'll still hiss and click in the heat of battle, still tremble with stress,,, and a young Tails, ever awestruck with his hero, will see these behaviors in his most formative years and copy his role-model :]

Most cannons say they meet at arround 11 and 4, right? So I'm imagining a 5-6 yo tails huffing to himself over a particularly annoying invention,,, 7 yo hissing under his breath from his position battling in the tornado, miles above his friends,,, 8 and still trembling under the continuous weight of the world.

Like, look at these screenshots from the OVA

Brothers.

Hes copying sonic because he admires himmm 😭

Love love love the idea of sonic noticing these little habits in his brother and feeling so warm to know his little buddy takes after his so much, but also having that horrid realization of like. 'I'm an influence. My actions impact my little brother and how he interacts with the world.' Absolutely mortaling smh

Maybe one time in public, Tails'll make a little grunt or squeal to get sonics attention instead of a yipp or yelp as is more typical of a fox pup, and they get some strange looks by people who don't really understand why

Sonic is shocked when he find out most normal foxes don't and can't curl completely in on themselves when scared like he and his little buddy can. Turns out it's just a little behavioral socialization tails picked up from being raised by him :]

I love it when they keep traits from their animal ancestors thank you so so much anon I loved rolling this concept around in my brain <3

[another-supernova-girl]

An Exercise in Control - Cooper Adams/Abbott x Fem OC

* Part 2 : The Line Begins to Blur *

Welcome to chapter 2 (of 5) of my Cooper Adams/Abbott fic. Thank you to everyone who gave the first chapter a chance, especially those who reblogged and/or commented. I know it wasn't super exciting, but some groundwork had to be laid. I promise things are about to get more interesting 💙As Always, gif is mine.

CHAPTER 1 CAN BE FOUND HERE

(( word count ~ 4,200 ))

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“Hey there, Delilah,” rang out a voice that was not familiar, yet the source, unmistakable. She could have passed by without noticing them, or pretended she hadn't, but her earbuds had gone quiet between tracks, and the second of pause in her stride told them they had not gone unheard. When they shouted her name alone, louder, she paused completely, and swerved around in an annoyed one-eighty.

“What?!” her voice called back, raising her shoulders at a pair of fast fashion clothing store employees, hanging just outside the opening that served as the retailer's door. She didn't know all of their names, but almost all of them, throughout the mall, seemed to belong to the same hivemind of juvenile behavior. They are juveniles, Delilah silently reminded herself as they beckoned her over. They're teenagers. Their frontal lobes aren't fully developed-

“Is it true you're fucking the narc?” one of the girls demanded, and the few steps Delilah had taken came to a pause. “It is, right? You're fucking the Rent-A-Cop?” she reiterated, and Delilah's eyes simply slid closed, a sigh escaping her.

“Not that's it's remotely your business who I fuck, but no. Cooper and I are just friends,” she stated simply, hoping to end it there, but before she could turn, a sharp acrylic nail snagged the edge of her uniform top, threatening to pierce it.

“Oh, first-name basis? That's...yeah, that's convincing,” the other girl quipped.

Delilah wished the experience of this ridiculousness was a first time occurrence, but it had probably happened at least a half dozen times now, between employees speaking directly at her – never to her – or talking about it like she wasn't in clear earshot. It was like living in perpetual high school, over a decade post-graduation.

“Don't you have some sweatshop shirts to sell?” Delilah retorted, and they both rolled their eyes. “Or a junior year to repeat, Samantha?” The taller of the two suddenly went quite still.

“That's not true-”

“Really? That's not what Laura said” she replied, choosing a name out of dozens, no idea if it was the right one, nor did she care. This would go on forever if she didn't force a distraction.

“Laura from the Hollister?” she demanded, and Delilah nodded quickly. She'd have to remember to avoid passing by the Hollister for a while. With the two girls distracted by manufactured drama, Delilah made quick steps the direction she'd originally been traveling. She walked so fast she didn't notice the security guard on the other side of the wall she passed, tucked away in the shadow, listening intently.

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A hand suddenly placed against the small of her back sent a full-body shudder through Delilah's body as she stood near the far end of the bookstore, the mall just closed within the last hour, granting her the time to finally take care of the stocking of shelves without the worry of booktok-addicted thieves popping in to snatch something and scamper off. One of her earbuds was plucked from her ear by a hand that wasn't her own, and she turned about to find Cooper standing even closer than usual. “You're never gonna stop doing that, are you?” she questioned, letting out a sigh and putting her palm against the black material of his uniform to create a bit more distance between them.

“I'll stop doing it when you stop giving me such cute reactions,” Cooper answered, and Delilah's cheeks flushed a few shades. It was true what she'd told the H&M girlies, that they were, in fact, not fucking. They hadn't even kissed. Nothing had happened beyond him occasionally placing his hands on her in ways that were just close enough to indifferent to not spark definite suspicions of some deeper intent. Or maybe the bookseller just didn't want to let her hopes and imagination get the best of her, and leave her with more melancholy. “Are you alright?”

“Why wouldn't I be alright?” Delilah asked, gathering up the new books that wouldn't fit on the shelves, and tucking them back into the inventory box.

“I don't know. I usually see you at least once before closing time. Thought I might have done something,” he shrugged, watching her flit around, out of his physical reach.

“Of course not,” she answered automatically, and before she could get past him, he spoke up again.

“I heard those girls,” Cooper stated simply, his mind having reflected on the conversation he'd listened in on a few hours previous. “Does that happen a lot?”

“It's...it's just stupid teen gossip,” Delilah quipped, avoiding direct eye contact as she shuffled around. She always seemed to be visibly more busied when she didn't like the direction of the conversation. “They think I get special treatment because we...” she paused, hearing the squeaking sound of worn vinyl as Cooper plopped down on a beanbag chair from the children's section, his body looking like that of a giant, atop the diminutive peace of 'furniture'. “Because you hang around a lot, I guess.”

Cooper was quiet for several seconds before he spoke up, Delilah's actions becoming more unfocused. Though she tried to make herself look busy, the security guard experienced no issue in seeing right through her performative nonchalance. “Does that bother you?” he asked suddenly, and Delilah's body stilled, shifting to finally look at him. He was pretty much all she thought about anymore, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to simply be around him when she wanted so much more than a casual workplace friendship.

“That they bring their bratty high school attitude to work and make it everyone else's problem?” she retorted.

“That I spend so much time around here,” he clarified. “I hope I'm not wearing out my welcome.”

“No, of course not, you aren't...not remotely,” she finally admitted, shaking her head slightly, her green eyes earnest as she stared into his umber gaze, almost blackened by the shadow cast from his brow.

“You're sure?” Cooper asked, his stare unceasing as she leaned against the edge of a sturdy bookcase.

“Of...Of course,” she mumbled, her vision falling away as his eyes became too dangerous to continue staring into. “You're...I mean, I'm sure you've noticed that I...I really don't have much in the way of...well, anyone,” she admitted, her thumb running along her other hand where she clasped them together in a self-soothing gesture.

“You've got friends outside w-”

“No, I really don't. I used to. But I don't know, it's like...it's so hard to make friends that you don't,” she paused and gestured to him as an example, punishing the beanbag chair with his muscle-fueled weight, “work in the vicinity of. I used to have friends, back when I worked at the office. Or I thought I did, but...between everyone else quitting or moving, or getting married, or pregnant, or both...all my friendships kind of dissolved before I ever left. It's like...if you don't fit inside this predetermined section of adulthood, you're not worth being around...Especially when you're the not-fun one who also doesn't want to go to happy hour, after.”

Cooper sat in silence, listening to her spill. It was true that he hadn't established any surface friendships that weren't extremely casual, and connected to the mall, but making friends and staying on people's positive purview had never been an issue for him. Though, the whole mentally unstable serial killer charm was probably tied to that. Or maybe it was just harder for women. “So, I'm not bothering you?” he finally asked. He wasn't really invested in the idea of helping her develop new friendships. He liked her exactly where she was, right below his metaphorical thumb.

“To be honest...you're pretty much the highlight of my day, most days,” she admitted, her gaze falling back to the floor at the admission. It felt uncomfortably close to an admission of her attraction, her affection for him, but it was true, and she couldn't keep living in the perpetual fear that her feelings weren't reflected in his own.

“Well,” Cooper finally spoke up, reaching his hand up for assistance off what was practically the floor. It took nearly all of her effort when she took his hand and pulled with all her strength to bring him up to his feet, stumbling a bit when he towered over her, not even a foot between them. A light chuckle not even Cooper expected slipped out of him, and his left hand was reaching for hers, his right tipping up her chin with the slightest contact. “I suppose I'll just have to work on making it 'everyday'.”

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It was half past one when Delilah's shoes clacked against the peeling vinyl floor of an Italian restaurant conjoined with the mall, thankful she'd kept the key-code to the outside door, written down from when a former employee had shared it with her. A secret entrance for employees only that not even Cooper had noticed on his rounds, it had saved her more than once when she'd left the mall after work and realized she'd left something behind, long after the guards had locked up. It had been her laptop charger this time, and with her actually managing to snag a full day and night off, she couldn't afford to leave it until she worked next. She held an unlikely hope that she might run into Cooper one last time before her day off, with the comforting attention he'd paid her earlier that night, and the knowledge that she'd have to deal with her roommate soon. Walking a little too close to one of the lengthy walls down a main corridor, she nearly toppled to the ground when a door she had never seen utilized suddenly swung open, almost smacking against her.

“C-Cooper...That's two times in one night,” she managed, a little shaken from almost colliding face-first with the solid door.

“Where...How did you get in here? I made sure your car was gone before I locked everything up,” Cooper spoke, his voice sounding a bit off, his brows more animate than usual, and his bottom jaw shifting from side to side with tension.

“There's a key-code door to the Maggiano's employee entrance. I guess the code hasn't changed in a while,” she explained. “Speaking of doors...” she indicated the one Cooper had his hand firmly planted against. “I didn't even know anyone used that one. What were you doing in there?”

Cooper's little facial ticks pricked and tugged at his handsome features, actively thinking up a believable lie. Never once had he accessed the basement levels when the mall was open, while Delilah was on the premises. His acts...his violent, carved up acts...it wasn't exactly possible to keep his two lives separate as he had before, in his marriage. Perhaps it had not been as separate as he might admit to himself, given the jewelry he'd gifted his wife and daughter, literal trophies of some of his dismemberments. But this side of himself, he had no intentions to introduce her to. Their game was not about violence, as all his others had been. His urges were not the same as what he felt toward those people he believed saw themselves as whole. It hadn't been worth the risk of letting her even know the lower levels even existed, but her fingers were reaching for the handle of the door before he could register her movement.

“I can't let you-” Cooper began, his tone like a command, as if it were forbidden. That only made her want to venture on.

“Oh, come on, what's down there?” she asked, intrigued.

“It's...not much of anything,” he uttered, but she was slipping around him and reaching for the knob again, his arms shooting out to grasp her wrists before he realized what he was doing. Neither moved, both conscious of the new, even more powerful position he held over her. His eyes seemed so black in the poor lighting of the after hours hallway, no words exchanged between them as he carefully guided her hands to the cool metal of the door, her slender form practically engulfed in his shadow. “It's not for you,” he stated firmly, which only served to shift her curiosity into suspicion.

“What do you mean, it's not for me...Is it for someone else?” she asked. The last question had a twinge of self-doubt that she immediately regretted.

Cooper observed her in silence, his hands abandoning her wrists and drawing away from the door, his palms finding the sides of her waist, his grip light but not subtle. “Who else would there be?”

Delilah's hands finally broke contact with the metal surface, drifting down to insufficiently wrap over the hands at her waist, her gaze following, watching with nervous interest as his digits played at the untucked hem of her shirt, curling slightly to expose her midriff, his callous-roughened fingertips and blunt nails scraping her skin. Looking not to the man at her back, but past him to the camera she knew pointed in their vicinity from it's home on the ceiling, her fingers finally gripped his hands for fully, and she dragged them away from her torso. “I should really be-”

“Don't go,” Cooper murmured, his hand grasping hers before she could completely escape his presence. “If you really want to see...I'll show you what's down there,” his voice was low, calm, almost disconcertingly so, but it held her just as firmly as his physical grasp. “It can be our secret.”

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Slipping through the heavy, metal door, Delilah's shoulders twitched at the sound of it slamming home behind herself and the security guard. From what she could see in the seconds before it had closed noisily behind them, they seemed to be standing in a long hallway that didn't have an apparent end. Surrounding the two of them was only darkness, the neon lights on the consumer side of the door not even creeping in through the bottom edge. There was only blackness and silence outside of her anxious breathing for several seconds before Cooper spoke up again, Delilah already beginning to spiral over how incredibly stupid of a decision she might have just made. What did she know about him, really? Sure, he paid her attention, like no one else had in longer than she wished to admit, but she knew virtually nothing about him outside of the building they both worked in.

“It's this way,” he finally spoke up, and in this pitch-dark space, his presence felt even more engulfing than usual. Even alone in the bookstore at night, the only two souls left in the building, his company had never felt this intense...almost threatening.

“Wh...what's this way?” she asked, her voice cracking, his hand cupping her shoulder as she walked ahead of him at a leisured pace.

“A staircase,” he stated simply, his free hand reaching into one of his many pocket compartments to draw out a high lumen flashlight, Delilah's shoulders going slack almost immediately at the sudden flood of light. “There's a whole basement floor that seems to have been abandoned,” he advised, mentally noting her quickly calming demeanor as she glanced along the walls, and Cooper pressed the flashlight into her hand to allow her to take lead. His current victim was chained and gagged at the far end of the basement level, after all, and way out of earshot from anywhere he'd permit her to explore. When they finally reached a wall, a single story flight of stairs came into view, a faint glow at the bottom.

“This is...how did you find out about this?” Delilah queried, clicking off the flashlight and passing it back to Cooper, her gaze flitting in all directions as they reached the bottom of the staircase.

Schematics and blueprints from the city archives, Cooper recalled, before speaking up. “I lucked out. I found a ring of keys in the security office behind the desk, and one of them fit.” He'd searched extensively for hidden spaces, forgotten by time, long before settling on this community, and his current position.

“Okay, but...why keep it a secret?” she continued, giving him a confused look, before glancing past his shoulder. The basement level was full of half-built walls that opened up to empty spaces, winding hallways, a few locked doors here and there.

“Purely selfish reasons,” Cooper admitted, and Delilah glanced back at him once more.

“Like?” She asked, and when the security guard hesitated, her features took on a look of despondence. “Oh, right. We don't talk about you. I almost forgot-”

“I have some hobbies that require a lot of space that my home can't accommodate,” the Butcher spoke up. “Plus...sometimes it's nice to have a little space to hide away. I know you can relate to that.”

“A little?” Delilah repeated his words, reaching a hand out and making a sweeping gesture with her arm at the enormous, seemingly endless liminal space they found themselves in. Cooper put on a casual smile and shrugged his shoulders, glancing around as well, making certain they weren't anywhere near his victim. Well, his other victim. “And those hobbies?” she hedged, but he shook his head faintly, and she nodded.

“Like I said...they aren't for you,” he reminded, and she cast her gaze away from him.

“So...I guess I don't understand why you wanted me to come down here, then?” she concluded, a frown forming on her lips.

Cooper was silent for a few moments before he spoke up. He wasn't certain, himself, why he'd gone against his better, secret-keeping judgment. “Maybe I...just wanted to get you to myself,” he finally offered.

Delilah let out a soft, unenthusiastic laugh. “You basically have me to yourself, all the time...it's not like anyone's exactly competing for my time, and...attention,” she paused when she registered that he was no longer at her side. When she turned around, it also dawned on her just how dark it had become, realizing they had managed to wander way past the functionality of the overhead lights. “Cooper?”

“I'm here,” he spoke up almost immediately, and she swiveled around in the direction of his voice.

“I...think we should go back,” she mumbled, glancing around in the dark when she heard his feet move against the concrete floor.

“Why?” he asked bluntly, and Delilah's brows knit together in confusion and unease.

“Because...you're kind of...making me uncomfortable,” she admitted, turning when she heard his shoes on the floor again.

“Do you want me to make you comfortable?” he inquired, which did nothing but put her more on edge.

“Cooper-”

“We could stay...I could keep you down here...all to myself...steal you away,” his voice had taken on a low, gravely tone that confused her even more, though not so much with him, but herself. Where was her self-preservation instinct? Did she not have a phone with a flashlight in her pocket? Could she not just- “I'm not hearing a no.”

“Of course it's a no,” she managed, reaching out in the direction she perceived his voice to be emanating from, and grasping a fistful of his jacket.

“You don't sound so sure,” Cooper spoke up, his hand gently grasping the smaller one that gripped his outer layer of clothing, carefully dragging it away, weaving his own fingers betwixt hers instead.

“Cooper, you're...you're kind of scaring me,” she admitted, and the Butcher finally paused.

“I know,” he finally answered, feeling her fingers attempting to tug away from his grasp. “It's not fair of me, but I...you know it's just a joke, right? You know I'd never hurt you.”

No, I definitely don't know that, Delilah thought, but kept her vocalizations more subdued. “Then...let's just get out of here,” she cautiously suggested.

More silence from the large, looming form in front of her, and his free hand was at her cheek, the subtlest flinch giving him a moment's pause. “Please...just a little longer. I know you have to go home, but...just stay a little longer. No more bad jokes,” he pleaded, his tone subdued.

When she returned no words in answer, he let out an audible breath, glancing back in the direction he knew led to the staircase. He'd pushed too far. It was too-

"I guess I...I just don't really understand what you see in me. I mean, you're so...and I'm just...I'm really not anything special,” she finally admitted, and if she'd been able to see anything, she'd have seen the surprise and disbelieve on his face.

"Who told you that lie?" he finally spoke, the hand that had morphed with hers departing to rise up and cup her cheek, her flushed skin warm and soft against his callous-roughened hand.

“It's more like years of experience,” she mumbled, and she felt him step in closer, her own feet traveling backwards on instinct. “You hang around me all the time, but you don't let me in, and I never know where I stand with you, and-” her words came to an end when she felt the pad of his finger press against her lips, her back colliding against one of the many walls she couldn't see. Expecting to feel his lips against hers, she was surprised to feel the firm surface of his forehead against hers instead, Cooper leaning over her, his hands at her jaw, her neck, over her shoulders where they remained.

“You're right...I'm out of practice, and that's no fault of yours,” he admitted, waiting for her shoulders to tense or not. They remained lax in his loose grip.

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Much as he desired to stay in the hidden realm of the basement level, to test the limits of her trust, push her farther, perhaps across an empty table with her chest to the unvarnished wood, one hand on her back while the other dragged down his zipper to...well, perhaps some other time. So long as Cooper played his hand well, kept the worst of his proclivities at bay, his time and chances to turn her to putty in his hands were virtually limitless. Maybe a little private show under the watchful, constant gaze of the CCTV from the comfort of the security office-

The clanging of the metal barrier slapping against the recently mopped floors brought Cooper's thoughts back to the real world, and he pressed off the wall he'd leaned against, waiting for Delilah to retrieve her laptop charger. “Got it,” she declared, holding it up as if he required proof, before stuffing it into her purse. He nodded and reached out a hand when she stepped close enough, the two of them meeting in the middle of the corridor. When Cooper noticed her brief hesitance, he made the decision for her, and clasped his hand around hers, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Somehow, if felt different in the open, under the glowing neon of the store fronts they passed, even with no one else around to see them.

“I'm not gonna bite,” Cooper spoke up as he observed the way she focused her gaze on literally anything but himself, though she made no attempt to extract her hand from his. “Unless you want me to,” he added, and was pleased and a bit relieved to catch the smile that tugged at her lips.

She nearly apologized before she caught herself, concluding she didn't really have anything to apologize for. “In the basement, you...you really made me uncomfortable,” she explained, chancing a glance up to his eyes that watched her so ceaselessly.

“I know,” he confessed, abandoning her hand closest to him, only to reach around and grasp her other hand, lifting it to hold in his where his wrist balanced atop her shoulder. “I can't promise it won't happen again,” he admitted, giving the hand clutched in his larger one a slight squeeze when her brows furrowed at his words. “But, I'll try to be more...cognizant of your boundaries.”

We haven't even been on a date, and I feel like I need a safe word, Delilah thought, as the mall entrance closest to her car came into view. “Well, anyway...thanks for...whatever the hell tonight was,” she declared as Cooper finally let go of her hand, her brows quirked as she considered the strangeness of their evening. Cooper shrugged his shoulders, a calm smile across his lips as he set to work unlocking the door, and holding it open for her. “I guess I'll see you...in a couple nights,” she added, and he nodded simply, lifting a hand to wave before she could turn away to trudge toward her car.

She hadn't made it ten feet before his voice suddenly called out to her, and she swiveled around to face him. “Delilah, can I...can I take you out to dinner, sometime?”

The bookseller stared at him, her lips parting, and closing again without sound, running her tongue nervously over them, trying again. “Like, on a date? A real date?”

Cooper's smile became more broad as his gaze softened, leaning against the open door of the building entrance. “Yeah. A real one.”

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CHAPTER 3 CAN BE FOUND HERE

tagging as requested : @one-of-thewalkingdead , @gissellec1 , @rainingrabbits89-blog , @pinkflowerwombat , @sashimeep , @strangererotica @the-butchers-baby @callsign-fangirl @hibiskooks

If I forgot anyone, I apologize, and please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS AND TAGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED. I KNOW THIS IS A BIT DIFFERENT THAN MOST OF THE OTHER COOPER STORIES BEING WRITTEN, BUT I HOPE IT APPEALS TO SOMEONE BESIDES MYSELF 💙

[ageless-soul-au]

Dream girl!! 🌺 🌊

Marin washed up in Calatia, post Link's Awakening. The owners of a tavern in town gave her work and a place to stay, and Marin quickly learned that drunk people were sometimes assholes. She had to grow a thick skin, but eventually got used to the nature of her job (as well as learning that she could bat her eyelashes at some people and swindle them out of money/gifts/favors). She doesn't know much about where Legend is, or if he's even around in the time period she ended up in, but she's hoping to save up enough money in order to travel to Hyrule and find out...

Finally a ref for Marin!! I love her sososososo much, so I wanted to finalize an outfit for her before committing to a ref, bc she deserves something good!! I think I'm happy with this. The design on her corset is supposed to be reminiscent of waves.

Details not pictured: Her skirt falls to mid calf, and fades from the powdery blue at the top to the lighter blue that's the main color of her corset. For footwear, she has ankle boots that lace up and cream colored socks.

Marin is from ASAU, please don't tag any other AUs!! 💙

Image ID under the cut

Image ID: A character reference for Marin from Ageless Soul AU, featuring three drawings and text.

The text reads "Marin, barmaid from Koholint, age 21, height 5'4" / 162 cm, she/her."

The main drawing to the left pictures Marin looking slightly to the side and smiling smugly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger with her other hand behind her back. She has sunset red curly hair that's fluffy and falls to her lower back, brown eyes with red highlights, and tan skin with lots of freckles. Her body type is curvy/chubby and her dress shows some cleavage. She's wearing a sky blue dress made up of a strapless corset and a skirt, with the short, slightly puffed sleeves of a cream chemise sitting off her shoulders and the neckline of which is peeking up over the top of the corset. She wears the diamond shaped gold pendant with a red gem from Link's Awakening on a long chain, long enough that the pendant hangs slightly under her bust. Her hair is tucked behind one round ear, showing four ear piercings: two studs in her lobe and two rings in her upper cartilage (helix piercings).

The two doodles on the right are in a slightly more cartoony style.

The top doodle has a pink background and shows Marin in profile, leaning over a table that has pints of beer on it. She has a mocking, heart-shaped smile as she says, "I don't have to serve assholes. Get out~"

The bottom doodle has a green background. Marin is in a sassy pose with her right hand on her hip and her left dismissively waving off someone not pictured. Her eyes are closed as she says, "Not worth my time 💙 Go fuck yourself 💙"

There are doodles of hearts and water droplets around the page, as well as a fully rendered hibiscus and a color palette.

/end ID

[gilverrwrites]

Has anyone requested the NSFW alphabet for Boomerang yet? 👉👈 If not, then please? 🥺

You’re the first! I had a lot of fun with this one, hope you enjoy.

As always; take what you vibe with, leave what you don’t, and most importantly, have fun with it 💙

Captain Boomerang NSFW Alphabet

18+ MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's awful after sex, cause he's almost immediately ready to sleep straight after. It’s like a routine, sex, roll-up, sleep, repeat.

He likes to hear you talk after though, it’s like the only time he shuts his trap, watching you through half-lidded eyes, cig between his lips, listening to your pillow talk as he drifts off.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him: This man has more to give than he thinks. We know he has a big dick, he knows it too. And his hands are so skilled, so dexterous and fast. He works hard to maintain that broad shoulder to skinny waist ratio that drives them crazy. He’s never gotten a tattoo that he regrets…

But I genuinely believe his favourite part of himself is something silly, like his left ear-lobe, cause whenever he rubs it for luck before a heist it always goes well.

For his partner: he’s a tit man. He likes a nice jiggly ass, likes kissing soft lips, likes feeling your hands on him, but nothing beats rubbing his dick between a nice big, cushiony pair of breasts. He’s not biased, no matter the size or perkiness, he’s not listening to a word out of your mouth cause he’s too busy picturing how much they will or won’t bounce when you ride him, what your nipples feel like on his tongue, he likes all tits, but he especially likes the ones big enough to envelop his dick when he fucks them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Digs is fucking messy, I’m telling you. There’s nowhere on your body he doesn’t want to cum on. Your chest, your hair, your pretty face. Loves when you don’t wash it off straight away, when you let it sit and dry and soak into your skin until he can really smell it on you, that’s hot.

If you’re more adventurous, he’s always down. You want him to cum in your morning coffee, into your open eyes, you want to snort that shit? He’s down. He laughs, says “An people think I’m the dirty one, you’re somethin’ else girlie” as he shoves his hand down his boxers, fisting his already half-hard cocky

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s no secret that he’s a thief, big-time or petty. But he doesn’t tell you that he likes to ‘steal’ your dirty undies. When you’re not around he jerks himself to them, pressing the crotch up to his nose, holding them between his teeth and sucking any remnants of your juices out as he fucks his hand. Sometimes he tries them on, wears them under his sweats all day.

When you come home to clean laundry, you’re happily suprised and none the wiser, if not frustrated that your waistbands seem to be wearing thin and loose too often

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a playboy, but still experienced. He's not so good at chatting people up or the dating part, so few people get his sense of humour. But he’s not bad-looking, and he’s pretty good at being in just the right place at the right time to be picked up for a one-night stand.

He’s also pretty good at the ‘hate me so much you wanna fuck me’ kind of seduction with other rogues, he doesn't know how to be classically flirty and romantic, but he knows how to push those sexual frustration buttons.

He knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, although, a lot of it comes from muscle memory and dutch-courage. Throw him stone-cold sober into bed with someone he really likes and he’s a nervous mess, forgetting everything he’s ever done until the two of you get onto the same wavelength.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hear me out: reverse cowgirl, on the couch, so you can both watch TV.

But also, cowgirl - so he can watch your tits sway, and cause you look so hot above him.

And The Captain/V for victory, unironically.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Digs hasn’t taken anything seriously since, well, he can’t remember. His dad must have knocked the memory right out of him.

No, but really, he’s so goofy all the time, sometimes it’s related, sometimes it ain’t.

He’ll be buried between your legs, your sex still in his mouth when he asks what you had for dinner, cause he thinks he can taste it.

Grinding on the couch when he tells you “Before you ask, that is a boomerang in my pocket. But he’s happy to see you too.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not well groomed at all, he has a delicious little russet happy trail that leads to a bush around the base of his cock, and on his balls. He always intends on keeping it trimmed down but he just forgets to do it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

It’s a healthy mix, for Boomer, sex is a fun pastime. It’s a chance for you both to feel good, to service each other and make each other laugh, which is definitely romantic and intimate in its own right, but it’s not always like that.

Sometimes he drinks too much, or has a shitty run of jobs, or both, and he uses your body as a stress relief, or sometimes he pushes you too much, riles you up with the intention of you getting rough with him; sometimes he just wants it to hurt, othertimes he wants a fight, whatever it is, it’s not healthy or romantic

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nobody ever taught Boomer that it’s rude to touch yourself around others. He really doesn’t see the issue. If you’re not around, or not in the mood, he’s gonna do it himself.

If you tell him not to he’ll get all petulant and keep ‘rearranging’ himself, or complain about blue balls.

Anyway, if he’s hard and you’re not fucking him, he’s fucking himself, end of.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Boomer will try anything at least 3 times, cause 3rd times the charm an all, maybe more if he’s not done it with you before.

The stuff he knows he likes: Piss (pissing and receiving), face sitting, impact play (again giving and receiving), role play, public sex, maybe a bit of breeding and somnophilia.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, any time. He likes doing it in private where you can take your time, drag it out, and be as loud as you like, but there’s a certain risk factor to public sex that really gets him going. Something about the potential humiliation, the time limit, the forcing each other to keep quiet as you bang it out in secrecy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally the drop of a hat. He wakes up every morning with a hard-on that he’s gotta relieve, and then he’s done for a couple of hours while lil’ Digger catch’s-up. He knows he’s ready again when he sees you bend over, or he catches a glimpse of your cleavage, when he remembers that banana you ate for breakfast 2 weeks ago, remember that? That was sexy, wanna eat my banana?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

The obvious: no animals or children.

I don’t think he actively seeks out scat or emetophilia but if it happens it happens, it’s only shit/sick, we all do it from time to time, no use crying about it, you know?

He’s into impact play, but I reckon he’s really not into doing it with a belt, or being put over someone’s knee.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It took the longest time to convince him to try eating you out. Yeah, he’ll try anything, but like, men don’t do that. He’s always been surrounded by toxic masculinity, his dad, other criminals, etc

But man once he tried, you had the opposite problem of trying to get him to stop. Something so illicit about the way you taste on his tongue, something intoxicating about the way your body reacts to every little move, “fuck darl’ you taste better than my first tinnie, we’ve gotta do that again.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual isn’t out of the question, especially if it’s a) late at night and you’re both too drunk for anything else. b) early in the morning and you’re both too hungover for anything else.

But any other time it’s fast and rough. He’s snapping your hips together so hard they slap, grabbing and groping all your softest spots. He fucking loves it when you dig your nails into his back, or when you pull the hair at the nape of his neck.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes! See L = Location. But it’s not limited to risky public sex in alleyways or public bathrooms. Sometimes he wants a quickie cause one of you is leaving and he just has to be inside you, even for a moment before you’re separated. Sometimes he’s so desperate and you’re so tired, he promises he’ll be real fast, he just needs you, he’d do it himself but you feel so much better.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Always game to try new things. Loves risk (again L=location), loves to do it in places with a high risk of getting caught.

If you’re also a thief/rogue, just imagine, robbing a jewellery store with a few minutes to spare, so you hop up on a counter and make love amongst your I’ll-gotten gains, in front of the CCTV before making your getaway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Mid-day is when his stamina is at its peak. His brains too fuzzy in the mornings, he gets pussy drunk and cums almost instantly. Then he spends all day drinking, and it feels like nothing cause it’s just beer, but if he has enough he’ll hit a point where he struggles to get it up no matter how bad he wants it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Again, he’s down for anything a few times. He’s a fan of:

anal toys (again, super into you receiving again, hard sell on flipping the script until he tried it and loved it),

impact toys,

and those remote control vibes that he can set off while you’re out in public, again it’s the risk factor, but he also learned he can deviously use it to his advantage for other things.

“No Digger I’m not buying you an- OH, uhhhh.” “Sorry babe, don’t know what you’re sayin’. I’ll get two.”

“Oh look, there’s Snart, we should go say hhhhhhhhhhh.” “You sure you wanna do that?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a tease in the physical sense, because denying you would mean denying himself and he’s a glutton.

He is a verbal tease though, and likes to make fun of you. “Awh, you’re cute when you’re cock drunk.”

“Fuck, you like that don’t ya? Yeah? Say it or I’ll stop.” - he won’t stop, it’s an empty threat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Does not shut the fuck up. Chats such shit the whole time, just to hear the sound of his own voice until it feels too good to say real words, and then he makes the prettiest little whimpers and cries as he chases his orgasm.

Examples: “fuck, you’re so wet, sure you haven’t pissed yourself? It’s okay if you did.”

“Ooohhh shhiiiit, darl’ you feel so good, take it all, take it all, yeah yeah yeah.”

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, baby? Tell me where to cum? Hurry baby it’s ah-“

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would love if you could come to some kind of cnc somnophilia agreement. His work keeps him out late, sometimes for days, weeks, months at a time. When he comes home he just wants to lose himself between your legs either with his tongue or his cock, but you look so peaceful, and he knows you’ve probably barely slept since he left, too worried about him. It would be perfect if he could just have his way with you while letting you sleep.

Great fantasy but in practice, he’s too rough and sloppy and noisy, you’d be awake in no time. Not to mention there’s no way he’s bottoming out inside you without help.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As previously mentioned, hairy. Bigger than average, around 8-9 inches, and thicker than you’d expect because he’s uncut for sure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, like he’s not inhuman, he physically can’t have a boner all the time, but he can and will get it up as much as he possibly can.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly, even if it's just a quickie in the middle of the day, he gives it his all and then he's ready to wrap you up in his arms and conk out.

[cosmictrashqueen]

Teehee I haven’t made an actual post in a while so wanted to try to get back into with a little drabble I wrote for my favorite Bat Boy 🥺

18+ smut, Dick comes home after a night of patrol as Nightwing and just REALLY missed you 💗

💙💙

There you were once he came home, sprawled out in the bed you shared fast asleep and cuddling his pillow close to your chest. He had gotten very good at entering through the window silently, never wanting to wake you… but tonight was different. He needed to wake you up, needed to feel you.

Dick moved over to the bed, still silent, and gently pulled back the covers to reveal your body to him- of course he couldn’t help but smirk as he saw you were wearing one of his old tshirts to sleep in. He didn’t want to rush this, but that feeling of needing you was prickling underneath his skin, making him antsy.

His hands began to move over your thighs, soothingly, teasingly, squeezing every so often as he caressed up and down. It wasn’t enough to make you stir from slumber, but it was enough to draw out a soft sound from your lips.

Dick pulled one hand away to start ridding himself of his suit, peeling it away from his skin as his lips found the back of your neck and began to pepper warm kisses to your skin. The higher up his other hand traveled along your inner thigh, the more it began to stir your body for him. Between his sensual touch and adoring kisses, it didn’t take much longer for you to groan and open your eyes.

Once you were awake and he was sure of it, his hand eagerly dipped between your legs and stroked along your dampening underwear, “I missed you, baby.” He whispers in your ear before his teeth tease the lobe. His fingers were stroking in little motions in the way he knows gets you riled up for him. For more. Instinctively your legs part as you’re still laying on your front, and he takes that as your silent permission to pull your underwear away, leaving them around your thighs as he shifts your hips up just enough to see you’re already glistening with arousal.

That’s when he slips his gloveless fingers inside you, pressing two in deep and groaning at the way you gasp and shudder from the sudden pressure and the way he fills you. Once his name falls from your lips in a heated moan, that’s all it takes before he’s thrusting his fingers in and out, in and out. The pace isn’t too quick, but there is an urgency there as he leans over you and watches your face contort with desire.

Fuck, he loves seeing you like this; face flushed and expression fucked out from whatever he’s doing to you.

His fingers hook and brush against that spot that has you bucking, your breath feeling like it’s been punched out of you, and with a satisfied smirk he focuses on that spot with every thrust of his fingers.

It should be illegal how good Dick is with fucking you open with just his fingers alone. He knows just what to do to have you whining and gasping and begging for more.

The only sounds in the bedroom are your labored breathing and sounds of pleasure, and the slick sound of his fingers fucking you. Dick has been more quiet than usual, his eyes locked on your dripping cunt as his fingers thrust and spread and loosen you up for him. He’s quiet, until he leans forward once more, his now bare chest pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear, “Look at you, baby. Dripping all over the sheets already? You must really have missed me too, hmm?”

Dick lets out a chuckle, his teeth catching the back of her neck in a teasing nip, “You’re gonna need to call off work in the morning, because we are barely getting started, baby.”

[rayassecretlife]

Morning sex with sub Lo’ak!!! Im so down bad for him omd. Him being all whimpering and begging to cum just does sum to me

Yessss, requests are my fav and this one is probably by far one of my favorites. Enjoy!! 💙

Sweet Desires

Pairing: Aged up!Lo’ak Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader (SMUT MINORS DNI)

Warning(s): Praise kink, slight breeding kink if you squint, soft!dom!reader, mature language, etc.

At first, you were afraid your relationship with Lo’ak wasn’t going to last due to your fathers opinion. You were apart of the ocean, while the boy you loved came from the trees. But that is what you loved about your relationship. You were both so different from each other, and you loved all his features that came from the forest.

His hair, your brothers tried to get him to change it but you always dismissed them, telling him how much you loved his braids and how he didn’t have to change anything about himself just to fit in. You had been together for 2 years now, and you were both 19. You were not mated, but you owned your own Marui pod, somewhat secluded from the others because it had been smaller.

Most nights you’d find yourself stuck in a trance against Lo’ak’s chest, sleeping peacefully like you didn’t have a care in the world. He held you tighter every night, always whispering to you about how he was going to make you officially his one day and you were going to have children of your own. It sounded like paradise.

A hum vibrates through your throat as you felt your mates hand against your hip, his so obvious snoring against your ear allowing you realize he had still been fast asleep.

“Y/N…” You him again but there’s no response, only his hands gripping at your waist with more meaning. You turned your head to look at him, seeing his head move from side to side like he was still in his dream. “Please”

Is he—no. He’s not, is he? “Lo’ak, you awake?” You turn to face your boyfriend, watching as his body moved but his eyes still didn’t open, small sounds escaping from his lips. “Lo-“

You were finally able to notice the preexisting tent in his loincloth, teeth clamping down onto your bottom lip as you watched him struggle. You and Lo’ak have shared many sexual endeavors, but a wet dream? Never that.

You leaned down, pressing small kisses up his jawline as his breath stiffened, your hand tracing circles over his skin. You watched as his lips parted in desperation, moaning your name with the smallest voice.

“Y/N… please” Your tongue explored the small features of his face and neck, the tip swirling around the lobe of his ear. You used your other hand to turn his head toward you, thumb running along his lip in attempt to wake him up. You took this time to untie his loincloth, throwing it onto the floor so it was out of the way.

“My sweet boy, look at you” you watched as he twitched in your hand, drops of pre oozing out of him already. “Wake up, I want you to watch me” you tap his face and lean up to kiss his lips, nails digging into his thigh which made him finally open his eyes.

“Y/N— what are you-“

“This is what you wanted, right?” He hesitates for a moment, completely lost in the way your hand moved up and down him, your loving amber eyes staring right into his own. “Let me take care of you”

“You just woke up… you don’t have to—“ You cut his rambling off with a sloppy kiss, your thumb focusing on his tip so he’d feel every bit. He moaned into your mouth, still moving against you to try and gain more friction.

“Nope” you pressed his hips onto the bed and watched him throw his head back in complaint, his hand still holding the back of your head. “No touching for now on, okay?”

“That’s such bullshit” You hum, leaning down to press small kisses down his body, watching as he sucks his lip between his teeth. He was complaining now, but he loved when you did this. He wouldn’t be complaining if he could touch you. “So pretty” His hand finds your hair without noticing and you glare at him, watching him quickly retract it.

“Mmm, I knew I turned you on, but in your dreams? Oh, Lo’ak. Your love never ceases to amaze me” You were now only a few centimeters from his length, admiring it for how beautiful it had really been. “Tell me, what was I doing in your dream?”

You let out an inaudible whimper as you let your spit ride down his painfully hard cock, spreading it with your fingers like paint. You asked him again and he sighs, taking a small breath to collect himself.

“This… Eywa, you were doing exactly this” You giggle to yourself. You really did do this a lot, huh? “Y/N please. Need you to do something—it hurts” you shush your needy boyfriend, cocking your head to the side so you could run a line down him, your tongue stopping at his tip.

“Be patient, Sweet boy. You’ll get everything, I promise” He let out his first audible whimper and you couldn’t help but smirk. He absolutely loved when you called him that. You brought your head back up to look at him as your hand stroked him at a steady pace, watching him slowly fall apart in your grasp.

Man, he was so beautiful. The way his muscles flexed everytime he moved, his braids slightly falling in his face since they had been down, his ears flickering here and there at every peak. You loved everything about this boy. From his head, to his toes he was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen.

His cock fit so perfectly in your hand, and it welcomed you every time. It felt like he was made for you—and maybe that’s why your body had been so inviting to him as well. You didn’t know. All you knew was that he needed you now. Your future mate needed you.

“Feel good?” You tease and he grunts in frustrations, clearly seeing that you were trying to embarrass him. He bites down on his finger, eyes squeezing shut as your hand got faster. “Close?”

“Great mother, Y/N” You smirk, replacing your hand with your mouth in under a second. He practically went crazy at the sudden warmth, now all his moans and cries had been louder then ever. You lowered your hand under him, taking his tightening balls into your palms with care. You knew that would get him—it always did. “N-not there…!”

“Don’t come, Lo’ak” He cursed himself in his head, knowing you had been more then serious because you called him by his name. He didn’t know if it was possible. He was so close, almost on his edge and now that you had every part of him in your grasp, it made it ten times harder. “You wanna be a good boy for me, right?” He whines desperately, nodding his head.

You took your time with him, making sure to look up at his facial expressions. You could feel the pool between your legs, and you knew you couldn’t wait much longer. You could tell he was about to come even though you said not to. You kept going, listening for his last few moans before you completely stopped.

“No… please, Y/N. It hurts so bad” You pout at your practically crying boyfriend, moving up to straddle his lap. You could feel his cock under you, the small movement of your hips against his making him whimper. “Baby, baby please… please-“

“Love it when you beg—my pretty boy, promise you’ll be good?” You cup his face and he nods desperately, fighting to keep his hands above his head. “Be a good boy and I’ll let you choose where you want to come” You smirk, kissing his lips once more before positioning yourself above him, guiding his tip against your soaked core.

You both let out a relieved moan once he sunk into you, his hands hesitating to reach for your hips. He was barely holding on. Your walls were so tight around him—so warm and welcoming like always. You didn’t waste any time, at this point trying to get to your own high with every moan and whine that fell from your lips.

“Need to come, Y/N. Oh my—so tight… fuck, keep doing that…!” He whimpers and you place your hands on his chest, picking up your pace with a loud moan as he hit your sweet spot repetitively. Your sounds only made him harder, and he knew he was going to come soon if you didn’t hurry up.

“Such a good boy for me, Baby. Tell me” You throw your head back with a moan, and Lo’ak’s eyes could barely focus on anything. His mind was so fuzzy with the pain, whining your name every few seconds he got the chance. “Your mine, yeah? Only mine?”

“Only yours—fuck, Y/N! Your good boy… your…” His voice trails off, gasps leaving his lips left and right. You felt your high approach quickly, fingernails digging into his chest so hard you were sure they were going to leave a mark, watching as his chest raised so unsteady, his fingers gripping the netting underneath you. “I’m gonna come, Beautiful girl” You let out a loud moan at the nickname, his words doing wonders to your filled cunt.

“Touch me, Sweet boy. Tell me where your gonna come!” He didn’t waist any time in sitting up against you, his hands practically digging into your hips with one big grunt. You felt all of him, his breath got against your face while he helped you ride, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “So close, Lo… so close!”

His whimpers are even louder now that their against your ear, his begging voice leaving your head fuzzy. “Come with me. My love, please come with me” at this point, your moving so fast it feels so surreal. You didn’t even know how you were still standing. You pulled his hair back to kiss his lips, a long moan leaving your mouth as you felt your high just on its verge. “Gonna come inside you, okay? Fill you up all nice and full, paint your walls pretty”

“Yes, yes yes! Please, give it all to me, want you to feel so good. You were such a good boy, weren’t you? Not breaking the rules like you were told” You breath breathlessly and he nods, his head falling into the crook of your neck with the loudest whimper, begging your name over and over. “Gonna come with you… Gonna be your good fucking girl—great mother!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He whimpers, pulling you down for one last stroke, pressing your hips the furthest down onto him you could’ve possibly been. You let out a loud moan as you felt your releases mix together, his warm seed spilling hot spurts against your gummy walls. You couldn’t believe it. You had just let this boy breed you like it was nothing.

“Good boy, such a good boy” You moan one last time, stroking his hair with your hand. His body was still jolting against your own, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder while you both tried to catch your breath. “I love you so much”

“I love you so much more, Pretty girl” You smile against him, following him to lay flat on the hammock once again, body still on top of his own.

“Lo, we can’t fall asleep like this” you laugh as he stops you from pulling himself out, only ignoring you and wrapping his arms around you. He shushed you, placing a few kisses to your head before shutting his own eyes. You couldn’t help but stare at his body in awe. “Your such a mess, Lo’ak sully”

“As long as I’m your mess, that’s fine with me”

idk how to feel about this one but I’m barely awake so goodnight 💙

[thegengarprincess]

It’s his day 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✨Lil appreciation post 4 the birthday boy under the cut :3333✨

*~<3~•~🐱🥁💙~•~<3~*

When I first found JO,Jure was always the one gravitated 2 the most N seeing the way he plays only made me wanna learn drums more.I always wanted 2 but he ignited that dream N 4 that I’ll always be grateful! not only is he extremely fucking talented but also extremely kind N sweet 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.I can’t help *not* smiling when I see all the photos N vids were he’s getting up 2 shit,it should be studied how him just being him *does* things 2 me atp :’333.PLUS HAVE U *SEEN* THIS BITCH/affectionate

HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO ADORABLE..

N HOT AT THE SAME *TIME* 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫!!!!!!!

Biting N gnawing them arms N tummy like he’s a goddamn chew-toy,dear *LORD*.Jure rlly is sunshine incarnite,only sparking when he’s around the ppl he lobes or ppl he doesn’t know N that’s something I’ve always lobed about him (cuz if U don’t lobe him then I don’t trust U :3).

As much as I owe so so so many things 2 the band,I also owe a lot 2 him especially.Whenever I’ve either had a bad day or was sick,content of him is one of the things ik will always be there N helps me more than anything on those days which is how I’ve come 2 adore not just him,but the rest of the boys aswell.

That damn smile N Beatles looking ass haircut was what drew me 2 him in the first place,the way he always preforms with so much lobe,charisma N magic N how he looks like an Angel under the lights,when during Novi Val he goes off 2 hangout with the others,cause mischief N be v v v v adorable cuz he’s always sat at the back of the stage never fails 2 remind me why he’s been my main man ever since the start.

Vse najboljše za rojstni dan Jure! 28 yrs of being the prettiest,sweetest,most talented,most precious,beautifulest,most adorable,most gorgeous orange kitty in the whole wide world,tho I’ve only known U 4 one.Hvala ker si ti dragi,ljubim te <3333333333!!!!!

*~•~<3~😝🎥🌻~<3~•~*

[nahoney22]

Hii i just wanted to stop by and say I just found your blog and it gives me life! I love your writing and your HCs!

If you’re taking any requests, I keep thinking about this HC about how any of the clones would react to their S/O having piercings or asking them to come with them to get a piercing?

I’m getting my tongue web piercing today and would love to hear about how our favorite men would react to that 🥰

Love your work 💙

Piercings

Bad Batch Boys + Rex X GN!Reader

Getting and talking about piercings with your significant other

Masterlist 🤍

warnings: piercings, needle mention, suggestive in Crosshairs parts.

A/N thank you for the kind words and sorry for the wait! Your tongue piercing sounds awesome and hope it’s healing well 😊

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Echo

He isn’t averse to piercings and in fact finds them quite attractive. Just not on him. However you have been humming and hawing about getting one for the first time but are a little nervous.

You had asked Echo to come with you and he was more than happy to come with if it gets him out of doing some general repairs. You kept fidgeting as you’re getting ready to leave, thinking of the worse case scenarios about getting your first piercing. However, that didn’t stop you from walking hand in hand towards a tattoo and piercing parlour in Ord Mantell with your boyfriend.

His hand feels a little damp and he chuckles softly, looking down at you. “You nervous?”

“A little.” You reply sheepishly, spotting the shop in the distance.

You decided on just getting your lobes done for your first piercing, not wanting to be daring just yet. Besides, you may hate it!

As you sit in the chair, you anxiously watch the Twi’lek prepare and you close your eyes, feeling a little wheezy but Echo was holding your hand the whole way through it. Once done after some deep breaths later, you gaze in the mirror and a smile grows on your lips.

“What d’ya think?” You turn to him, hair (if long) tucked behind your ear to show.

He smiles and nods in satisfaction. “Looks good! Now there’s more gift ideas for me to have.” He winks.

Hunter

When you’re discussing piercings with Hunter, you’re pleased how nonchalant he is about them.

You’re lazed up in the cockpit, pulled sideways on his lap with your legs hanging over the edge. “What piercings do you want?” He asks, genuinely interested. You already had some parts of your ears done but you wouldn’t mind adding to the collection.

There’s a small timid smile on your face as if you’re embarrassed to say and it caught his attention. “Go on.” He chuckles, a hand wrapped around your waist whilst the other caresses over your thighs.

“I wouldn’t mind getting my nipples done.” You say quickly, hoping he’d find it attractive as you were aware not a lot of others do.

He raises a brow and a smirk grows on his lips. “You do, eh? Trying to copy me?”

You blink at his words and give him a dubious look. “You don’t have yours done.”

“Yes I do.”

You paused, genuinely thinking but surely if he had a nipple piercing you would know? Right?

He sees the puzzlement on your face and relieves you of your curiosity, he sits up straighter and grabs the bottom of his civvie top before pulling it over his head and sure enough, he had a piercing right there on his nipple. Your jaw drops and you’re fumbling for words to say but instead, he silences you with a swift kiss to your lips.

“Get it done if you want cyare, I don’t mind matching.”

Crosshair

Crosshair quite likes piercings on others and especially on you. He was always quite protective when you got one done in a new planet, simply because he didn’t want you getting one done in some dirty slum. If you were to get one, he wants it to be done safely and by a professional. Ever since you got a bad ear infection that one time, he never shut up about it. Though, you were grateful he was taking these precautions with you instead of telling yoj to never get one again if you’re going to be injured. He had even been with you many times to go get piercings but he had never got one of his own. Or so you thought.

“When are you going to get a piercing then grumps?” You ask him as he massages your lobe with his index finger and thumb, having just taken one out as it was hurting a little.

“Who's to say I don’t have one?” He rumbles quietly, eyes closed as you scoot further onto his lap.

You roll your eyes. “I think I’d know if you had one.”

“Obviously not.” He drawls, opening one eye to see your perplexed reaction.

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, playing up to his game, “Where?”

He chuckles, a deep rumble that always had caused chills to run up and down your spine. He’s about to speak but stops as Tech walks by you both, heading towards the cockpit. Once out of sight and hearing he says, “we need to be alone for me to show you.”

Your curiosity was piqued quite a bit now and you slowly start to believe him. “Why?” You reply with a short laugh.

Both his eyes are open but a little heavy lidded as he drops his hand from your ear and rests it on top of your knee. “Because I need to pull my pants down.”

Your eyes widen comically and you start laughing. But, he doesn’t. In fact, he looked quite smug. Your laughter dies down and your lips pull into a tight line. “You serious?”

He nods. “Got one the other day.”

You blink at him, in complete shock. “You mean to tell me that you got your… y’know pierced?” You say quietly, swallowing the saliva that pooled in your mouth at the thought.

“That’s right sweetheart.” He purrs and he can tell that you’re quite aroused about it.

“But why?”

Slowly he leans into you, grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your head to the side. His breath is warm and his lips slowly press against the ear he was just massaging before whispering something in your ear that you could never repeat.

Let’s just say you’re a blushing mess and nightfall could not come sooner.

Wrecker

Now Wrecker doesn’t have any piercings and isn’t necessarily for or against them. On you however he thinks you look incredible and doesn’t fail to

remind you about it.

As you’re about to leave the ship to go to your consultation, you’re pleasantly surprised to hear that Wrecker wants to tag along. He had seen you go and get piercings done before but that was when you weren’t together. So what better way to spend a quiet day together?

“What you gettin’ done this time mesh’la?”

“I will be getting my tragus done.” You smile, linking your arm through his large muscular ones as you both walk towards the destination together.

Wrecker raises a brow. “Uh, where’s that?”

“Inner side of my ear, the cartridge bit.” You tap the location, turning your head a little to show Wrecker exactly where and he hums in satisfaction.

Upon arrival he’s already looking round the shop at designs of piercings and even tattoos and when you’re called up, he’s right beside you.

“Want me to hold your hand?” He teases, making you spit your tongue out at him. He’s watching the person set up and the second his eye lands on the needle he suddenly feels a little nauseous. His complexion shifts and you watch him from the corner of your eye as the piercer approaches your ear.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” You jest playfully, watching him swallow hard and he had to excuse himself rather swiftly.

After it’s all done, you pay and step outside to find Wrecker and spot him leaning against the wall, looking a little worse for wear.

“You doing okay, babe?” You say softly, placing a comforting hand to his cheek in which he chuckles lightly and nods.

“Yeah, just felt a lil woozy after seeing that needle.” He says awkwardly but it was no surprise, he didn’t even like getting stims.

It’s safe to say that Wrecker may not enter another piercing parlour for a little while. Although he was deeply considering getting a piercing one day to surprise you.

Tech

You were not too sure what Tech’s reaction would be as you came back with a new piercing. It had been someone on your list of things to do for a while and since you all had some down time you thought you’d get a nose piercing.

It was only a small stud and wouldn’t be that visible to someone if you didn’t spend every waking moment with them. Plus, your nose was looking a little red and tender at the minute so he was bound to notice that.

You walk up the ramp to the ship, keeping an eye out for him. You weren’t sure why you felt a little apprehensive but it could be because Tech has never raised the topic before.

When you do see him, he sees you right away and a smile forms on his lips. He stands but as he draws closer his eyes behind his goggles narrow as does his brows. You idly looked the other way, hiding the side of the nose piercing and pretending to act ‘busy’ at one of the control panels.

“Are you feeling well today? Your nose looks rather red today.” He practically shoved his face against yours and you felt warm inside that he cared.

“I’m alright, don't worry.” You say casually but Tech isn’t easily fooled.

He stares at you for a moment, noticing your whizzing eyes that were locked onto him, the control panel and then back to him as if you were hiding something.

“Darling, look at me properly.”

You knew you couldn’t hide it forever and so you slowly turned your head and his eyes landed immediately on the little jewel on your nose. He blinks once, twice and then three times until he says, “Ah.”

“Ah?” You repeat searching his blank expression for any sign.

“You have gotten a nose piercing.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek. “I have.”

Again, his reaction is a little hard to grasp.

“I certainly hope you went to a safe and sterile environment. Are you in any pain?” He raises a hand and gently cups your cheek, bringing you just a tad closer so he can inspect further.

“I did, don’t worry. Not in pain but it’s a little tender.”

“As to be expected. When… when will you transfer the stud into a ring?” He breathes out a little unsteadily and then you spot some warmth on his cheeks.

You begin to smile and raise an eyebrow. “You want me to get a nose ring?”

He’s fumbling about a little and suddenly finds it hard to make eye contact. “Only if you would find it comfortable. But to answer your questionable gaze, yes, I am attracted to that particular modification.”

Relief washes over you, glad that he was attracted to your new choice of piercing and you nod your head, “I’ll have to wait a while before I can but yeah, I’ll get a nose ring.”

He smiles with warmth and palaces a kiss to your cheek. “Excellent but first of all, let me see if we have anything to prevent infections if one is to occur. I don’t want you to be in any pain.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Masterlist 🤍

tags: @nunanuggets @andyoufollowyourheart @littlefeatherr @kaitou2417 @eyecandyeoz @captxin-rex @cwarssimp @jesseeka @ashotofspotchka @oohyesplease e @megafrost4 @adriiibell @theroguesully @equalityforcats @rexandechosandwich @mustluvecho @inagalaxywickedfahaway @misogirl828 @ladykatakuri @jambolska-grozdova @chxpsi @alexandrisonfire @arctrooper69 @padawancat97 @rain-on-kamino @by-the-primes @torchbearerkyle e @tech-aficionado @in-the-crosshairs @therealnekomari @a-c-lee @autumnleaves1991-blog @tech-depression-inventory @mylifeinthetardisforever @brynhildrmimi @greaser-wolf @lucyysthings @agenteliix i @the-good-shittt @cosmic-persephone @imalovernotahater

[serene-sun]

This one is for all my babes, especially @dexthtoyounglings and my dearest @of-dragonss , also had darkness at the heart of my love stuck in my head. And I’m writing this while laying on my nephews trampoline and it’s FUCKING COLD bc it’s night but the stars are so pretty 👉🏻👈🏻

Also this is any ghoul/papa you want

No pronouns used for either

Suggestive content but no smut just flirting

Requests are open

———

“Look…if you keep your attention away from the horizon you can see them better.” A low voice whispered into your ear, their breathe making your hair tickle the lobe of your ear.

Their arm reached out, pointing into the night sky. The sky is pitch black, blue tones disappear into the tree line, the sky is dusted with pure white and a few purple-ish splatters light.

You fall back, trusting that their chest will be behind. And when it is you get warm, numbing your back, crawling up your neck and down your legs until you are no longer captive by the cold. The room is dark, the stone walls rough, elegant paintings of flowers hung on the wall as still candles fill each corner remaining untouched. The velvet red curtains cover the edges of the window, falling to the floor ever so elegantly.

“Do you see that bright one? That’s Sirius, she’s the most gorgeous in the night.” They add, bringing their hand down to caress your sides. “Oh Lillie flower your skin is soft like the petals of roses, and your eyes…oh your eyes shine like Sirius, the way you talk enchants me.” They add staring to caress your cheek with the other hand.

“Look at me my love, I must tell you something dire.” Their voice is low and melting into your skin as heats seeps through your cheeks.

You met their gaze, turning around to their chest.

“Yes my darling?” You ask, raising a brow.

They sigh a little and bring their arms around you, bringing your body closer to theirs. Their warmth in such a cold environment is comforting.

“You have been here in the ministry for quite a while, and I worry your time here will soon end as you might loose love the more and more I leave for trips.” They admitted, sorrow saddening their face and usual smile.

“What? Why would I leave because your working? Don’t be silly my dear!” You giggle a bit, bringing them into a hug.

You both smile, relief washing over their figure.

They hold you tighter and look back at the stars once more.

���I’m with you always, love is all you need, if you feel alone just call me. ti amo, dolce Sirius.” They tell you, whispering into your ear once again.

You can’t help but fall a little limp at his words, a little bit of a needle playing at your heart. You feel a little tired, still in their touch.

“But I’m still eager for your eyes and lips bell'angelo.”they add, caressing your temples and hips.

“I promise their will be a day where I can touch you without prying eyes from the shadowed abyss of these chambers. One day you will say my name in a different tone. One day your skin will burn a deeper red warmth. One day you may stay revealed to be in the moonlight. One day you can show me your magic. One day you will feel extreme pleasure, my sweet Sirius. 💙”

[eyrina-avatar]

Just read your shifting post. And I feel like I struggle with lucid dreaming now that my frontal lobe developed. It sucks. Do you have any advice for newbies who are attempting to shift? It’s all very new to me! Thank you in advance🫡😚💙

Hello! First of all, I want to say that I think I've stumbled upon your acc somewhere else and I thought you were a shifter because of the oc as your pfp... I guess I was right hehe🤭

also, do you mean that you wanted to use the lucid dreaming method to shift, because ofc shifting is not a lucid dream but ld can be used to shift

anyways, I think the best thing to do is to keep a positive mindset no matter what and to think of it as easy and simple, don't try to overcomplicate it

Here is a post I made when someone else asked me how do I shift:

| post | (it has some methods in there)

Anyways this response is extremely long, hopefully it's helpful:

Now as for lucid dreaming(ld), there are many ways to do it:

one. wbtb method

-set an alarm for 4-5 hrs for after when you fall asleep and then sleep. when the alarm wakes you up, get out of bed and do something (go to the bathroom, maybe do a reality check, practice what you're going to do in your ld/ how you're going to shift etc, just try to wake yourself up a bit for 5-10 minutes. You can even think about lucid dreaming or whatever. If you have a hard time falling back asleep then stay up for just 5 minutes. Or if you have a really hard time, then just stay in bed awake for those 5 minutes. Anyways, go back to bed lay down and start affirming "I'm aware I'm dreaming" over and over again until you fall asleep. From there you'll either get right into the lucid dream while still awake, you'll feel like you're getting sucked into the dream and feel your mind zooming in and out until you're in the dream straight from the awake stage and so ofc you'll be lucid. OR you'll fall asleep and your dream will be lucid. If not try again next time (but I've had good success with this method.

two. supplements

-for legal purposes, i'm not responsible or advising anyone to take any sort of medicine.

Use galantamine(I got mine from amazon). Take the recommended amount which is like 4-5mg. How to use: go to bed and set an alarm for your REM stage(4-5hrs) fall asleep, wake up with the alarm, take the galantamine and immediately try to fall asleep as fast as you can before it starts taking effect and prevents you from falling asleep which is the main problem I have from it since I had insomnia for a while so the extra boost from galantamine didn't help my sleeping problem. It's best to have the galantamine somewhere next to your bed with a glass of water. wake up, drink it and fall back asleep as fast as you can and your dream should be lucid. Only use the galantamine once a week or at least 5 days of spacing between uses so the effects don't ware off.

three. lay down, close your eyes and start moving them left and right for about 10-15 minutes until you feel like you're ready(don't move during this process so make sure you choose a comfortable position. This will trick your body into thinking that you're in REM stage. You can probably fall asleep from there(which will most likely give you a lucid dream or you continue on. When you feel like it's enough, try opening your eyes and you'll feel your body go stiff and like you can't move: sleep paralysis. From sleep paralysis, just affirm that you're in your dr or try to visualize it while affirming. You should shift quickly.

four. subliminals

use lucid dream subliminals 2-3x a day while doing anything (or at night before sleeping- it doesn't matter when you listen to it) and then at night your dream should be lucid.

top subliminals on youtube that work well:

a. lucid dream . -by V1PER

b. 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒·˚ ༘improved perilously forced lucid dreaming subliminal (LISTEN ONCE) -by kiraミズキ's domain

you can listen to it more than once

c. ❝Dreaming°// Lucid Dream Package [sᴜʙʟɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ] by Enchanted Workshop

d. ♡ Lucid Dreaming Listen Once Noonchi Subliminals by シ Jay's Nirvana ヅ (the original uploader deleted their channel but this subliminal still works)

⎯⎯⎯

Using subliminals are really easy, use it, don't doubt it and don't waiver and be like "omg when are results gonna come....is this working...I don't think it's working...I don't have results" blah blah blah because then it won't work since you're repeating that and your mind will believe those doubts since the mind is stronger than any subliminal. Just listen 2-3x and don't worry or stress about it. Best to just assume it's working and that you have results and you should be good to go.

You can also use shifting subliminals as well

As for techniques, I already gave you a link earlier on in this post but you can also use the julia method, sunni method, raven method, 5 senses method. Or you can just lay down, relax and calm down then start visualizing that you're in your dr (1st person pov ofc) and think about how things look like in front of you, some noises you might hear, some things you might smell, how the round under you feels like etc and then start affirming that you're in your dr while continue to visualize. That has honestly gotten me pretty close plenty of times.

Sorry this was so long (I know all of my shifting posts are😅). If you want any shifting sub recommendations just lmk or if you have any more questions, just hmu in my inbox or whatever❤️

.ೃ࿐୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧

[hecateisalesbian]

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

I spent a bunch of time cherry-picking asks and then I realized

oh yeah you just like getting all of them

L loser

📷 Ughhhhh I need to change it it’s been the same for far to long but rn it’s a click lock screen of the promotion posters for the main cast of Mean Girls 2024

🍫 Don’t make me choose I will slit your throat

✨ Lots

🎵 (currently) Bohemian Rhapsody

✏️ Yes

😏 Yes and I hate it

 💛 lobes on both sides and a helix on the right

🐰 They’re opinion on politics

🍪 Idk man why u askin hard questionsssss

🐶 Dog bc I’m allegeric to cats

🎧 Both

🌼 Byeeeeee

🙃 It’s illegal to set fireworks off on a public beach where I live unless it is The 4th of July or New Years Eve/Day

🦉 Night owl

🧸 literally anywhere I’m not picky. Habit of mine as a kid was to leave my bed and fall asleep in the hall cuz it was cooler

🏳️‍🌈 NOOOOOOOOOO. not. At. Alllllll.

🦋 Indigenous Trans Fag

👖 Jeans (why does everyone hate jeans they’re so comfyyyyy)

🥤 F Starbucks. BOYCOTT 🇵🇸

🧡 Idk they’re all pretty okay but that DIGUSTING green brown grey of puke

💎 A hoodie my sister gave me

☕ both

🦖 Dodo bird

🌙 Uhhhhh almost 2 yrs I think

🌴 How to survive being on a desert island for Dummies

🐸 Idk alternative?

🔮 Acting

💙 Single but flirty

🌿 Anythning that’s comfy and/or makes me feel like a bad b

🎤 Many

🤎 DARK BROWN. It’s not BLACK. Its DARK brown

💌 Pssshh no whattt?? That’s crazy. That’s crazy right me?

💄 Si

🌸 “I like your style :)” from a goth chick at a ticket counter

💞 No

[sargent-space-dork]

YOUR TAILGATE AND CYCLONUS!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHH

I lobe them… 💜💙

JHSBDJFDS thank youuuu, I finally read through the "more than meets the eye" comic before i decided to make my AU and theyve just like slowly crept into my brain, i cannot escape the gay robots

[inourselveswetrust]

Hey there :) I read your IF about a month ago and I'm absolutely in love with it. I'm really picky when it comes to IFs so I was so happy when I read yours 💙

I hope it's not too weird but I wrote something small for Blair when I finished chapter 2 and found out that they agreed to give MC paperwork/assignments to work on even though they were fired 👀 I wrote it a while ago and I delayed sending it because it didn't really fit with the storyline when I finished the entire demo and every now and then my brain told me it was cringe but here I am, I guess. It's based on my headcanon that Blair is good at keeping a poker face but has tiny habits, like clenching their fists and tugging their ear lobe, that reveal what they're really feeling if you observe them closely enough. For context, they are in the crushing stage and them meeting up is a weekly thing. Blair met up at MC's house to give them more paperwork/another assignment to work on and MC got emotional while talking to them.

"God, I'm a mess, aren't I?" I ask to no one in particular while covering my face from both fatigue and embarassment. Crying in front of your ex-boss isn't exactly a nice situation to be in.

I quickly grab a tissue from the coffee table and dab my eyes with it. Although I expected no response, I hear Blair speak.

"No, you're not," they say calmly. "Not to me, at least."

In the corner of my eye, I see them leaning in a little before reaching towards my face and wiping a stray tear from my eye, their thumb gently grazing my cheek. I stare at them and stop breathing for a second. No matter how much I try to fight it, my heart races from how close they are but also because of this weird feeling I get whenever they're around.

"You are simply human. In your situation, it's understandable," they say with sincerity. Their gaze bears into mine a while longer before they look away and retract their hand from my face, which leaves me feeling cold. It is silent for a moment before they look at their watch and announce the time.

"It's getting a little late, I suppose, and you probably want to rest. I best be off then."

Their facial expressions were neutral and their voice didn't waver when they spoke like mine did when I said, "O-okay. I'll see you next week then."

They didn't seem flustered about touching my cheek just now, like I was, but if them clenching and unclenching their fists and tugging at their ear was anything to go by, I would say they were nervous.

I am in NO way a professional writer and I just wanted to experiment a little on characters I love reading about. Like I said before, if this made you uncomfortable, you can simply ignore this ask but if you didn't, I hope you are resting well and I cannot wait for the next demo update. Have a good one, dear author 💙

ANON

I really think you should just take over writing IOWT. This was INCREDIBLE! You captured Blair so well!!! I definitely agree with your headcanon, I too imagine Blair keeps a poker face but has tells only those close to them know.

I loved reading this! My ask box will always be open to anything and everything you're comfortable sharing 💙💙

[cobalt-axolotl]

Copypasta hours but you mean something to me:

🌈💖✨Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 😎💜💚💙🩷

Ok I’ll give you a copy pasta then

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?

Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know? Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

[writergirl3]

Get To Know Me Tag!

So I thought this would be a cool idea so y’all can find out more about me🥰

I’ve tagged some 4 Townies below, but anyone can take part! If I tagged you and you don’t wanna answer the questions, obvs that’s cool too💙

The tag is just one I found searching on Tumblr, credit goes to the original creator. Maybe someone should make a 4 Town-specific version of this…?

Share your wallpaper;

It’s a picture I took in Greece years ago 🥰

The last song you listened to;

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) - Stevie Wonder

Currently Reading;

Erm… nothing…

Being an English student kinda ruined reading for me. Plus, I really struggle to focus on a book for longer than like five minutes.

Pretty sure the last thing I finished was a Sophie Kinsella book, though.

Last Movie;

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3, lol… I’m such a child😂

Craving;

Honestly? A night of unbroken sleep…

What are you wearing right now;

Tie-dye blue pjs!

How tall are you;

You ask me? 5’5.

Ask my mum? 5’4…

Piercings;

Double lobes, I always wear some small hoops in them. I used to have my left helix pierced and I loved it but had to take it out…

I wanna get it redone though, and also get my forward helix.

Tattoos;

None, they’re not really my thing!

Glasses? Contacts?;

Glasses to drive and watch TV. Also need them to see anything at night. Other than that, I don’t wear ‘em.

Last drink;

Pepsi Max (I’m never not sipping on the stuff)

Last show;

Friday Night Dinner! If you’re from the UK, then you know…

Last thing you ate;

Some leftover Easter chocolate…

Favourite colour;

Blue, but I’ve recently been drawn to lilac a lot.

Current obsession;

Honestly, not really anything? I mean, I’m always obsessing over 4 Town, but that’s nothing new…

Unrelated Obsession;

Again, I’m not really obsessed with anything rn, but I guess things I’m super interested in rn are baking and rediscovering music from my teens.

Any pets;

Yes! I have a black Labrador and have had three cats, but they’ve all passed on. Also used to have goldfish and stuff.

Do you have a crush on anyone;

Yup! There’s a super cute guy who works at my local grocery store. I literally don’t even know him, but he seems nice.

Also, his hair kinda reminds me of Z’s…

Favourite fictional character;

I mean there are lots, but of course 4 Town have to be at the top of the list!

Tags: Anyone! Specific accounts I tag to do this (only if they want to, ofc) are; @4townn @magicbratt @jessexselinalover @4townlove @4townl0ver

[metallicaislife]

Oooh yess do it! Piercings are so fun!

and that's okay that you don't have any tatts yet, you got your whole life to get some! But if you do get a tattoo, you definitely gotta show us💙

Yes!!! I only have double lobes, and I've always wanted my nose pierced, but I wear glasses and they are constantly sliding down my nose. I don't want them to irritate the piercing so I've been looking into the septum instead!

Yes!! So true! I've been talking about getting them since I was 18, but still haven't so we'll see if I ever do haha. If I do of course I will share them with you all!! 💙

How's life going? What have you been up to?