#i looooveeee him

[icyfox17]

NEW BLORBO ALERT

Your honour I've seen two (2) episodes and im in love with him

[kikolagito]

I wanna kiss ticket Jerry he's so pretttttyyyy

[finefett]

Bumblebee (2018)

[httpiastri]

paul is a 100% a boob man OMG

and, also, WHYYY do I think he's the type that whines . theres a prema video where they're trying to guess the circuit blindfolded and when they ask paul to confess to kimi that hes been cheating he starts to literally WHINEEEEEEEEE those 30s lives in my mind rent free and im not kidding

!!!!!! im HOLLERING!!!!!!!!!!!! that's one of my fave vids ever omg and paul freaking whining is like music to my ears istg. it's so on point for him too.... i wrote a little about that in the paul nsfw alphabet that i never finished 🫠🫠 but yeah like we've been through, i think he has a slightly submissive streak and he enjoys being teased. and to hear those sweet sounds as rewards when you tease him, or kiss him with a bit of force, or roll your hips on his.... 😶

[joepelling]

happy pride month to honorary lesbian joe pelling

[kkatastrophic]

I <3 my boyfriend :3 <3

[naoknowswhat]

This is the most beautiful post I have ever read up to this point of my life <3

(Silver the hedgehog supremacy🤍🤍🤍)

A few days ago was my first anniversary on Tumblr. I usually check this app to cheer me up with random drawings about Sonic the hedgehog, and I will be forever thankful to y'all artists for giving me the happiness I've sometimes needed to continue.

To celebrate this "milestone" I've decided to give you a very little introduction to my drawing history, and finally upload some of my artwork yippee.

I started drawing less than a year ago. Before that, I was scared of even trying to draw something. I thought I was bad at it, and I was born like that. Long story short, a very close friend, @naoknowswhat (Who is also the one who introduced me to Tumblr) forced (😱) me to draw something on a random wall under a highway, so of course I drew Sonic.

After finishing it, I thought it didn't really look that bad, so that very night instead of sleeping I tried to draw something on my phone. I basically took a screenie from the Sonic Mania Aventures series and tried to copy it, although I also tried to add something original, like the background. And it came out... actually looking pretty good

I mean, "pretty good" assuming it was my first ever drawing lmao. And the most important part, I enjoyed every bit of it. It was relaxing and fun at the same time, I loved it. It was also pretty weird going from thinking "I draw like a 5 yr old" to "Holly shit I actually enjoy this" in like 12 hours.

Some days later I tried to draw Tails, and omg I love it but I just couldn't get the motivation to finish it.

It was SO WEIRD actually finding a drawing of mine "cute"? wtf. What isn't cute is that according to Ibis Paint I spent 14 hours on this. I especially remember struggling with the shoes so god damn much.

Then I just stopped drawing until summer ended and I had to return to high school. I've always had problems concentrating in class, so the same friend recommended that I should draw in class. At first I found that so unbelievably weird, but then I tried it, and andbwjksns. I just loved it. And somehow it allowed me to concentrate better? There is no way. It felt like magic. I'll show you some drawings abajabvsn

I've also been practicing for a long time to draw without references. And although it's super duper hard, I'm slowly getting better at it. I drew this on my classroom table a few months back and I still feel proud shut the fuck up

So yeah I feel like that was everything. From this experience I've learned that your only obstacle is your self-esteem (and your monthly income). Alr have a good night ☺️ and long life to my son Silver the hedgehog. Such a cutie.

[via-l0ve]

i saw ur spn works n i looooveeee them :3 if u dont mind.. could u write ab dean, sam, n cas with a reader whos touch averse but also touch starved? very very uncomfortable with touch from other people (to the point of feeling sick or a breakdown) but when it comes to them, reader loves their touch (has a hard time initiating it though) reader will only ever tolerate their touch, it makes them feel so comfortable <3

Touchy (SPN Pref!) 🩷

a/n: i’m back babies :3 hope you enjoy :)

warnings: nothing! very slight angst because of crying and struggle to explain feelings.

Dean:

it takes dean a minute to realize how special he is to you

over the years, he had seen you flinch and squirm away from others touches

he’d been there to comfort you after a particularly hard time, consoling you when you break down from the overwhelming touches of other people

so when you guys started dating, naturally he was cautious around you

he loves you more than anything, but his worst fear was upsetting you

at first, he almost never touched you

until one day when you stood next to him, he saw you reaching your hand near his and pulling away, practically shaking

he acts on impulse, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze

after that, he was the only one who was allowed to touch you

and if ANYONE ever stepped beyond your boundaries

dean would bury his fist in their face before their fingers could graze you

—

Sam:

Sam always tried to understand why you hated the touch of people but yet yearned for it

He always intimidated people if they touched you, threatening them if they chose to not listen to your social cues

He was always there for you

24/7/365 whenever you felt uncomfortable, he wanted you to tell him

which is why, he suspects, when you started going out, he touched you rarely

he’d graze your hand with his or rub food or makeup off of your face

but when you told him through tears how much you loved his touch, he realized

you needed it. you just didn’t know how to say it.

so since then same always has contact with you when he is near you

whether it be an arm around your shoulders, his hand on your thigh, fingers interlocked, anything

he’d never let go

—

Castiel:

my baby :(

he always was so concerned about your feelings

he never wants anything to upset you

he especially never wanted to upset you

he always asks about your boundaries, why you don’t like people touching you, what he could do to help, etc

the one time that he witnessed you break down, he was the most concerned he had ever been.

heaven couldn’t prepare him for the love he felt for you

When a nasty hunt happened, castiel was scared seeing the blood seep from your clothes

you stumble to the bed, shaking and crying from the pain in your abdomen

cas rests his hands on your stomach, whispering some consoling words and “i’m sorry”’s for touching you

but he was surprised when you didn’t say anything, just grabbing his hand after he had healed you

“are you alright?” he asks, but then realizes

you just want his touch

only his

and Castiel smiles the biggest you’d ever seen and keeps a gentle hand on your stomach.

[shaisuki]

Hello!

I'm in looooveeee with ur work <3

So I wanted to ask if you could do a fic about yandere toji who kidnapped chubby darling... but still degrades her....and after chubby darling has had enough, she lashes out on him. He punishes her (　＾ω＾)

and chubby darling escapes the first chance she gets to do so ( i would love a scene where darling tries to fight toji off!! )

I love your works ♡♡♡

Thanks for reading this !

Byee (^-^)/

(*ゝω･*)

there isn't a way to fight someone like toji.

he was built for the violence and anything that entails with it. killing someone is easy as ripping a paper and toji with his reputation as an assassin didn't sit with you well. knowing you were in his grasp with no way out.

since the day where he introduced you to your new home, it was hell. you were the outlet for his frustrations while you played the dutiful role of a housewife. a warm meal served to him when he comes home while he earns the cold cash. a clean home that devoid of any dirt and unwashed laundry that would had last for days without you and a pussy for him to warm his cock whenever he wants it and a body to use as an outlet for his frustrations.

the first time you showed resistance to him, you ended up with a sore ass that if he took it even further you'll end up with blistered skin from how harsh the spanking was and from how rough he was when he took you.

it was a warning to never do it again and if you did it again, you were dead meat long time ago. you didn't resist after that and you played along to his whims that it almost drove you crazy. you're not going to get chummy from a assassin who took you away from home. never.

doesn't mean that you never counted the days, crossing out the dates in the calendar will you ever be free to him.

sweat trickled down your forehead when you hear the front door open. his steps heavy and dull thud can be heard. you never pry what his bag contains. it was not your business and you don't want to be involved in whatever shady dealings he had.

you listened for a moment. toji can be unpredictable at times. sometimes when he lost in his gambling, he'll come home with that irritating look on his face and he calls for you. telling you to put him in a good mood and you never say anything and you take it with your lips sealed and movements that was almost robotic. it's only temporary is what you console yourself.

a shiver went down your spine when you felt toji's presence behind you. it feels like he wasn't almost there that's what got you here in the first place. you didn't see him coming. “what're you doin' princess.” you ignored him. biting the inside of your cheek to avoid any remarks that you will regret.

the brute of a man ignored your silence and his eyes travels to the sundress you wore. fitting like a glove to your plush body. “looking pretty, dressing up for someone?” he sneers. cupping your sex behind you, his breath fanning your round cheek. you try not to wince.

“as if you'll let me go outside to meet someone.” you bite your tongue after that but you realize it's too late. well, might as continue it. say the things you'll get punished for.

a almost wheeze escapes through your lips. your hands scratching his arm but despite that, he remains unfazed. trying to pry his hands off you that is wrapping around your throat. it was enough to choke you without much cutting your air supply.

toji's voice were gravelly as he spoke. shaking his head in a manner that he can't believe what he was seeing and hearing. “you still have the fire in you and i thought you lost it after shaping you to be my own personal bitch.”

“fuck you.” a choked gasp coming from you when he tightens his grip around your throat. “i'll never submit to someone like you.” wincing as you see the veins in his arms bulge and you were really pissing him off.

toji licks his lips. dragging to where his scar is. “oh, really?” he snarls. his eyes darkening like he wants to kill. his bloodlust was all over and you can feel it. “let me see if i won't make you submit by doing thi–”

shards of glass came clattering on the cold floor. your hands came scrambling to whatever stuff it can get on and the vase was the first thing you had grabbed and without hesitation you slammed it to the side of his forehead. blood trickles where he was struck and it wasn't for toji to keel over. he only looks at you, annoyed like it wasn't a damage to be hit with a vase. this man took bullets and stab wounds and won't be alone defeated by being slammed with a vase.

angered by your action, with a strength that was easy for him, he slammed you to the cold marbled table of the kitchen that it almost cracked at the impact. you let out a cough. trying to get much air as you can. your air being cut off by being almost strangled let your mind forced to survived of possible scenarios to help you escape the danger you were in and without thinking, you kicked him hard as you can between his legs.

that loosens his grasp into you and giving him no more to recover, your eyes darts to the toaster resisting. it's funny how you look at it, and you doubt it can damage him further but it was better than nothing. you raised your arms holding the toaster and gathering all the anger you have for him and then slamming it behind his back. you hear him curse and without turning back, you ran.

grabbing a small bag that you prepared when push comes to shove and this was the time. after hastily putting your shoes on. you ran like the wind after slamming the door behind you.

without turning back and going for the nearest bus stop and with that, tears streamed down your face. not bothering the odd looks bystanders were giving you. cause for the first time you were free. free from that hell hole and yo his grasp. you ain't going back here and going to the farthest you only know.

this must be the taste of freedom and for the first time, you can breathe.

[satelitis]

꒰ SIT NEXT TO ME ꒱. . . p jackson !

pairing(s) : percy jackson x cabin 11! reader

in which percy jackson experiences love at first sight.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, love at first sight, simp! percy, reader calls percy ‘shirley temple’ , reader is a child of hermes, totally isn’t based on me…. anywho!! 😇

robin chirps : i looooveeee percy!! and i’m cabin 11 what a coinkydink.

“woah.” percy stopped dead in his tracks as him, grover and annabeth walked back by the ring of cabins.

“what?” annabeth chimed looking in the direction percy was.

“who’s that?” he asked the two, his finger pointing at you. as you laughed with one of your friends at a stupid joke you had made seconds prior. annabeth replied,

“oh! that’s y/n. cabin eleven, and you can definitely tell.” she added. percy stood there in awe. his heart was accelerated and his breath hitched, his eyes were drawn to you and you only, nothing could draw him away. well, except for annabeth smacking percy on the head and making a sarcastic comment.

“careful seaweed brain, might wanna shut your mouth before you start catching flies.” grover let out a small laugh. percy rolled his eyes, as he continued walking,

“i’m gonna go talk to her.” he told them, walking away from the two. annabeth muttered something under her breath as percy came up to you.

you turned your head to see a head of curls walking up to you, you watched as he stopped in front of you. he stood there for a second not saying anything but just looking at you.

“uh hey shirley temple do you need something or at i free to go?” you joked.

“hi.” he managed to get out after a small silence

“hi.” you copied. percy smiled awkwardly.

“i’m percy, percy jackson.” he said.

“i know who you are shirley.” you smiled, as you tied your beat up brown converse.

“you do?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“uh yeah, everyone here knows you, you’re famous. almost as famous as your dear old daddy it seems like.” percy laughed awkwardly.

“and you are?” he asked.

“y/n l/n.” you stuck out your hand which had a good number of rings on it. percy was hesitant. “cmon shirley i don’t bite.” you joked, percy shook your hand.

you and percy locked eyes as your hands refused to leave one anothers. the moment was broken when you broke eye contact.

“well shirley i’m gonna go get water before i die of thirst so i’ll see you later?”

“yeah see ya.” percy smiled, you smiled softly as you walked away, your hand leaving his. percy was in awe as you walked away. he felt something in his palm. a small slip of paper with writing on it.

“meet me at the lake 8 ‘o’clock. see ya shirley. - y/n ”

percy couldn’t help but smile as he watched you enter the mess hall. this was going to be an intresting summer.

[lotus-pear]

I JUST LOVE LOVE LOOOOVEEEE THE WAY YOU DRAW DAZAIS HAIR!!! 🙏🙏 ,,,so ,,,,fluffy ,,, can u pls tell how u do it 🥹🥹🫶🫶

WAAAH TY I LOVE DRAWING HIS HAIR SM ITS SOOOO FLUFFY DEARVGOD ahem anyway you never heard that from me ok?? anyway as for how i go about doing it...........big huge gigantic disclaimer, i don't think ive ever used an official reference when drawing him so like the way i drew his hair is completely unique to my style and not a good reflection of how it looks in the show/manga. THAT BEING SAID i will offer a few pointers that i have picked up

ok so here's a drawing i did like. uh. Sometime This Week (sorry i gatekeep art from u guys </3)

ok so one thing to note abt dazais hair is that it's rly fluffy and wavy so don't be drawing his hair like he flat ironed it😐 uhm also make sure the part line is in the middle before you start streaking off. OH ALSO DRAW HAIR IN CHUNKS. this is a lot more characteristic of curly/wavy hair where instead of strands you have to try to think of larger sections of hair clumping together. uhm yea that's pretty much it

[heavenscribbles]

I love it so so much!!!! Thank you sm for drawing Yikes!!! 😭💕💕💕

A drawing for @hellscribbles, it's Yikes!

[sinsofnivan]

I looooveeee how you write krauser! Could you write maybe something with krauser where he gets dominated? I need pussydrunk! Krauser in my life 🫶🤤

you're my drug! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: head empty. just your pussy. 

TAGS: use of rope, submissive krauser, pussy drunk krauser, edging, teasing, he literally just wants to eat your pussy out, size difference, dubious consent (he likes it TRUST), 69ing, he cries/dacryphilia. 

WORD COUNT: 1354

A/N: 'm not very good with writing submissive men, (im too much of a bottom/sub if its not obvious) i hope this wasn't too bad!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

the headboard creaks as krauser squirmed in his restraints. this was ridiculous—he shouldn't have agreed to whatever you had planned tonight. he wasn't expecting y'had the guts to actually tie him up, let alone use a cock ring on him and edge him for about an hour now. but here you are, seated beside him, busying yourself with toying with his girth.

"baby, please."

he croaked, hips bucking upward into your hand. "hm?" you purred teasingly, a thumb running over his leaking slit. his whimper echoes in your bedroom. "y'can't do this t'me—i can't, ah!" he's stumbling over his words when you begin to pump his cock in your hand again. "why can't i?" you tilt your head, watching your boyfriend squirm from your touch. "'s . . ngh! not fair," that was bold coming from him, and you only chuckle mischievously as you dote on his sensitive tip. 

spit drips from the side of his slack-jawed mouth, feeling so sensitive despite not cumming yet. "fair? but you do this to me, babe." you cooed, leaning close to him and pressing a quick peck on his lips. krauser was more than eager to kiss you back—with tongue—and whined when you left him hanging. your eyes gaze back at his cock, with veins protruding more than usual whilst pre dripped from the crown of his dick.

as per usual, your fingertips weren't even touching as you pumped it. it wasn't enough. wasn't like his babygirl's tight cunt. his cock twitches at the thought of your pussy. "fuuuuck . . " he rolled his eyes, chest heaving and letting sweat drip on his chiseled body. "just want your pussy, baby, please,” pleads your boyfriend, attempting to touch you but was reminded that he was tied down. you cruelly trail down a finger on his girth, down to his balls; krauser’s breath hitches in his throat, eyes affixed to your frame. shouldn’t turn him on how someone smaller like you could hold much power over him. “beg.” you began to gently knead his balls in your hand. it never failed to make krauser grunt and wail.

“pleasepleeeaaaaaaaase, baby. need your pussy, i need it! h, haaaaaah . . . ”

he’s not sure why is it twice as pleasurable—perhaps the effect of the cock ring—but he couldn’t stop moaning pathetically when you’re stroking his cock with your other hand. can’t even form proper thoughts, just you. “pleaseeeeee, fucking—god. pleaseplease,” he practically whined. “jus’ give me your pussy baby. i need it so so bad—!” he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him fast, probably from the rapid pace of how you jerked him off. you could feel him twitch and pulsate against your palms, whines getting more and more high-pitched. “Y/NNN . . ” he hissed through grit teeth. just as he was about to cum, you withdrew from him—and his hips jut upward, chasing the bliss that you deprived him. he whimpered, cock painfully twitching as more pre leaked from the tip. but hey, he was begging so, so nicely. you ought to grant him a request or two. he was happy that you were stripping—he wishes he could get his hands on you. y’looked so gorgeous . . . —and even happier when you shift over to his face, cunt completely bared to him. fuuuck, your smell—it drives krauser crazy. with a hand on his chest, you shift positions again 'til you were practically sitting on his face.

he quickly lapped up your pussy (more like made out with it, to be honest.), grunting as he finally gets a taste of you. he wanted your cunt to wrap around is thick cock—feel the warmth of your carnal embrace—but beggars can't be choosers. you technically still granted him what he wanted. so as long as it was you. he'll always want you.

you use his chest support while your hips roll on their own, grinding that pretty pussy on his scarred face. his nose is nicely pressed against your entrance as his mouth worked on your clit, trying to have his tongue flick up and down on it. "fuck . . just like that," you groan, letting your eyes close as he eagerly ate you out like a good boy. it suffocated him just a little, but god, he wasn't complaining one bit. "mmh . . . mffff . . " 

you whined at the buzzing of his voice, continuing to practically ride his face. he could feel his dick twitch against that stupid silicone ring, neglected and throbbing. "touch me," krauser whimpered, words completely garbled and almost unintelligible. he hopes you heard his prayer even with a mouthful of your cunt. "pleashee—bab–mhhff. pleashee," he'll even suck on your pretty clit! just please touch him, pleasepleaseplease—

there's a loud cry coming from him as soon as your hand wraps around his cock, hips involuntarily jutting up as sobbed against your pussy. he would have muttered out a thank you but it just feels so, so good! can't babble properly when his tongue's busy with lavishing affection on your clit. you eased forward, guiding his cock in your mouth. krauser's ministrations momentarily stop as he gasped, body convulsing with the pleasure. 

"mhff! hmppff!" he groaned against your cunt, ministrations coming to quick halt. "keep making me feel good." you demand him, and he only hummed, but began to flick his tongue against your clit again—albeit sloppy. he's more eager now that the pleasure was reciprocated—he just wants to be good and be rewarded . . ! you tease the slit with your tongue, and krauser feels himself shudder. it's heaven to feel your mouth finally wrap around his cock, and you didn't waste any more seconds as you began to bob your head up 'nd down on his girth, fucking your mouth against him. 

you could only take half of his length in this position, but he didn't seem to mind. so as long as his cock was enveloped with the warmth of your mouth. "hmff . . mm!" krauser groaned, obscenely smothering himself with your cunt as his tongue explored you. your taste was so addicting—can't think about anything else. you could only groan and huff against his cock yourself—eyes rolling back from the sensations. your tongue runs over the prominent veins, streaks of his pre dripping on your tongue. 

your cunt twitches against his face, and you yelped when he began to eagerly suck on your clit again. the sight before him—dripping cunt all lathered in his spit and twitching, aching to be filled—loves it so much. you're both just groaning, rendered speechless while your mouths worked wonders on the other. it was much harder for krauser—whose muffled high-pitched cries signaled an early orgasm. how couldn't he, after you teased him again 'nd again. his hips stuttered, spilling a lot of cum into your mouth. he whimpered, tugging and clawing on his restraints while his back arched. "y/n," he grunts against your pussy. you chuckled, taking in every drop without hesitation. "—s, shlow down, fuuuuuuck," still, his ministrations continue. his tongue keeps haphazardly lapping at your clit.

and you, ever so sweet, keep nursing the sensitive slit and dragging out every second of his orgasm with your tongue.  his legs—also tied down to the bed—kicked, and krauser's eyes are rolling to the back of his sockets, completely fucked out, and you haven't even fucked him yet. "y , y/n, pl, pleashe—," he sobbed, voice dripping with desperation and need. he can't tell if he wants you to stop or keep going, and neither can you. it's a shame you're missing the view, but those pretty tears streaked down his cheeks, alongside your arousal and his spit.

you keep your focus on the tip, cheeks indenting as you sucked with the best of your ability—and a premature orgasm follows suit from his initial release. he s/creamed, body instinctively trying to get away from intense stimulus, but he can't. he can't escape you. his cock painfully spasmed against the cock ring, still erect, still leaking cum. "can't—! pl, pleashee—, no more," his eyes widen when you return to sit on his face, this time, your pussy pressed completely against his scarred mouth—muffling all his protests, his pleading. your hands are back to being wrapped around his cock again, pumping mercilessly.

"what was that? can't hear you,"

end.

A/N: ANONNIE I'M SORRY I SWEAR I TRIED I CAN'T WRITE SUBMISSIVE MEN EVEN IF I TRIED

[mai-marybel]

Y'all be like "I love complex female characters!!!" But hate on Electra

No but it actually pisses me off that y'all looooveeee Clytemnestra and Medea for killing the people who wronged them. But the moment Electra does the same it's wrong, because it's not "evil man wrongs woman, woman kills him" but rather a complex mother-daugther relationship. Clytemnestra is a victim? yes! Does that justify her mistreating her daughters and trying to kill her infant son? NO???? Clytemnestra didn't just kill her (son of a bitch) husband, she killed an innocent woman, she tried killing her son and he had to be send away by another person, she brought a strange man into their home, a man who may I add wanted to kill Electra in fear she may have a son who may try to usurp him, JUST LIKE HIS ASS DID!!! "Oh but Clytemnestra stopped him" yeah BY ISOLATING HER DAUGHTER FROM THE WORLD AND LATER MARRYING HER OFF TO SOME POOR DUDE TO STRIP HEE OF HER TITLES. Like it or not, she allowed her daughter to be abused by that man, it was her responsibility as a mother to protect her children, but she allowed her daughter to be abused bc she hated her husband. Clytemnestra is both, a victim and an abuser.

Wait shut this was supposed to be a rant about Electra, sorry, I just love Clytemnestra.

What I'm trying to say, Electra is not just some ungrateful girl who preferred her murderous dad over her saint of a mother (Also, she did not want to fuck her dad, wtf) But rather a girl who was too young to even remember who or how her dad actually was before he went to war and only knew her vengeful mother.

In Electra's eyes, one day your mother, baby brother and older sister went on a trip for your sister to get married, but only your mother and brother came back, and your mother is an empty shell of who she was, suddenly, this man who hates you and your brother starts coming to your home, and your mom is awfully close to him, YEARS LATER your dad FINALLY comes back, just for your mother and that man to kill him the day he arrives, not only that, but also tries killing your brother, so you sent him away (or make someone else sent him away) for his own protection, now you're alone (unless we follow the version with Chrysothemis in it, but w how much of a doormat she is, you may as well be alone) with a man who hates you and wants you dead, and a mother who does nothing about it and isolates you from the world. And one day you're told you're being married off to a POOR MAN?? You?? Who are a princess?? Suddenly, everything you know is ripped away from you, and now you live in the outside of the city you once were a princess of.

I'd be pretty piss too.

Also, I want it to also be know, I love all the girls from the Atreus family!!! We love complicated gals here!!! <3

[thefoxtherapist]

Seal Skin

tags: Selkie!Tartaglia x gn!reader, Tartaglia’s real name, fluff

Ajax swore he looked everywhere, at least, everywhere he usually left the item in question. He could only frown as he ran a hand through his messy ginger hair; he was starting to panic. He had one last hope, that perhaps you had seen where he left it.

He entered the living room surprisingly silently, causing you to jump when he appeared beside where you were standing in front of the shelving unit. "Ajax-" You breathed, clutching the book you were holding to your chest.

You seemed to have been cleaning for some time, he realised as he looked around the very neat living room. But still, no sight of his seal skin. Dull blue eyes turned their attention to you.

"You know the seal coat I keep in the closet beside the door?" You nodded. "Have you seen it?"

"The seal- oh! I moved it to your bedroom closet while I was cleaning, sorry!" You seemed casual in your apology as it dawned on him you had handled the coat. Did you really not know? Ajax assumed you mustn't. "Is something wrong? I'm really sorry about touching your things."

"No! No, I'm not mad or anything." He shook his head at you, his signature smile breaking out over his face. That and a faint but obvious pink blue across freckled cheeks. "But... When you take a selkie's coat, it is pretty much the sea equivalent of marrying them. Usually, at least." His smile was soft as he watched your expression rapidly switch between various emotions.

He couldn't help it when his smile morphed into a laugh when you dropped the book onto the ground. "Pfft! You should see your face right now! Oh man." He doubled over, arm around his stomach as he laughed loudly at you.

"I'm the sea equivalent of married to you now?!" You could only stare at the laughing ginger in your living room, your mouth wide open. He did look happier now than he usually did, and even in spite of the accidental situation, you couldn't help but want to hear him laugh like this more. "This sounds like you're fucking with me, Ajax. Are you serious?"

"Mhm! By selkie law, we are now married! My looooveeeely spouse!" He wasn't going to bring up the origin of the law, how and why it changed. That was far too depressing for the current moment. No, he'd keep this cute, light. Ajax straightened out, taking a deep breath and exhaling.

He took your hands in his, closing the gap between you two. He had to avoid stepping on the book on the floor. You squeezed his hands, shaking your head at his antics. "Now that we're married, you can wear my skin whenever you want. It is very warm, after all."

"You're ridiculous, Ajax!" But you sighed, smiling back at him. "You're real lucky you're so cute, mister selkie." You reached up, gently kissing his cheek. Being bound by the sea to one another wasn't the worst thing that could happen to you. He was cute, sweet. Ajax always held such adoration in his eyes when he looked at you.

You were more than worthy of his seal skin, he decided.

[piecanl]

Honestly I REAAAAALLY hope the clearing up of misunderstandings between admin 02 and Tubbo (even if not directly) doesn't immediately lead to a positive Frubbo arc because that would entirely throw the arc qTubbo's been having in the bin

What I instead hope happens is there's actually even MORE misscommunication, Fred trying to make a move, Tubbo thinking he's getting toyed with

I think it would make more sense at this point in the story to have Tubbo not understand Fred actually loves him and doesn't want to leave him due to his relationship trauma

And it would be fun to see both the angst AND goofy attempts from Fred to gain Tubbo's full affection once again

Like imagine one day Tubbo wakes up to get serenaded by fucking dancing cockroaches

Or to check the mailbox only to find cheesy pick-up lines inside

Or Sunny trying to help Fred get Tubbo's hand

I would LOVEEEEE for this to not resolve everything because of meta, would LOOOOVE more misscommunication plus angst and LOOOOVEEEE anything goofy that comes out of it