#i love just rambling about stuff like this

[shouyuus]

Hiii, I’m the person screaming crying throwing up every time you post, love ur stuff!

Anyway… I’m thinking mechanic!vi prolonging the time it takes her to fix your car just cause she wants you coming around the shop more and then when she does eventually fix it she kinda worries you’re not gonna stay over at hers as often but u decide to ask her if u can move in or smth like this?!?

Idek tbh my brain is so fried from over consuming Vi content

all you have to do is stay

mentions of sex, but no explicit scenes, car mechanic!vi au oh she absolutely would; there's actually so much stupid domestic bliss in this wow

and sure, the hookup was good in the beginning, but she liked it when you came around, liked it when you'd show up at her shop, all shy and wide-eyed, asking her if you could watch, and who's she to turn down such a pretty girl, right? and honestly, she thought it was kinda cute, how you'd try your best to ask her about this or that, and she'd find herself rambling about her favorite kinds of pinon brackets, or talking you through a chassis restoration for another vintage car that was brought in.

it shouldn't take a whole-ass month to rig a crossflow radiator, especially since the rest of your car's actually in pretty good condition, but she keeps on picking out other things to do, insisting that she's already here anyway, sliding out from under the car with a crooked grin, asking you to pass her another cold beer.

but there's only so many things she can make up before it's obvious, even to you that there's not much else to do. so when the day comes, she's quieter than usual, tallying up the extensive list of repairs that she's both done and made up for herself to do (you'd insisted that you at least pay for the major ones, and if the smaller ones came with a dinner-date and dessert in bed afterwards... well.)

"and... i think that's all of it, sweets."

she hands you the receipt, immediately tucking her hands into the pockets of her light-wash jeans. her shoulders shrug up as you look down the list. it's way less than that she should be charging you for, but you peer up at her, frowning at the pinch between her brows and the tension clear in her muscles.

"vi? what's... wrong?"

"ah -- it's nothin' sweets, don't worry your pretty little head over it."

she teeters forwards and back, as if she can't decide if she wants to move closer or back away. but you're already reaching for her, closing the distance between you with your head cocked, your eyes bright and questioning. and she could never resist it when you looked at her like that, so toe-curlingly trusting. as if there wasn't a thing in the world she could do or say to drive you away or upset you.

sometimes, she'd lay awake and wonder if you knew how dangerous that kind of trust is -- how someone less scrupulous would take it and twist it into something foul. but she'd never let that happen -- at least not while you wanted her around.

"violet... we might not have known each other for very long but... you're not a very good liar," you say, reaching up to cup her cheeks, coaxing her eyes back to yours. she laughs -- it's a tiny, helpless sound; it shakes her open in a way that startles even her, the way her whole body wants to fold over you, into you.

"geez, sweets... that's... that's not really fair of you."

she lifts her hand to press them over yours, hands over hands, petaled around her cheeks, and it occurs to her that perhaps this is what it means to live up to her namesake -- violet. you'd said it was a beautiful name the first the she told you what vi stood for.

"you're not really fair either, vi... but that's never stopped you, has it?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eyes, your lips twisted up on a fox-hole smile.

vi sucks in a breath. something feels like it's clawing up the length of her ribcage and burrowing through the hollows in her chest till she can taste it pitter-pattering at the back of her throat. it takes her a full three seconds to realize that it's her own traitorous heart, beating so strong she can taste it on her tongue.

"fuck."

and then she's kissing you, pulling you to her, fingers harsh and desperate, her touch lingering like month-old grease-stains the way they dig into your delicate skin. you gasp open for her, against her -- you let her tug you into her till there isn't a part of you she can't reach if she wanted to.

the kiss breaks like a dam bursting open, and a few seconds later, she's got you hoisted up on her workbench, wrenches and old receipts scattering to the floor as she slots herself easily between your legs. it's a familiar place to be, after all -- after all this time.

you hiss, fingers fisting in her hair; it's longer now, than when you first met. and she'd be lying if she said her letting it grow had nothing to do with your offhand comment once (over yet another impossible banana sundae) that you liked it long.

"vi -- vi -- please -- you --"

"hm? what is it, pretty girl?"

"you c-can't just try to distract me w-with sex every time --"

and she can't help the grin that hitches over her lips at the way your chest is heaving, your eyes blown dark, the way your thighs shake on either side of her hips. but she can see the flicker of worry in your eyes and her stomach twists with uncertainty.

"i -- i don't --" she tries, but a breath puffs out of her and she sags against you, "it's... just... now that the repairs are done... there's not really much reason for you to come around... and..."

at her words, you heave a sigh that seems much too big and weary for your body, pulling back to fix her with a surprisingly sharp look.

"you really thought i was coming around here to listen to you talk about my car repairs?"

vi does her level best not to pout; hearing you say it out loud, it does sound... a bit childish. instead, she leans forward and digs her nose into your neck, wrapping both arms around you till she's got you cocooned in her chest.

"what? you weren't interested in the new pressure washer i got just so i could get that really stubborn stain off your back bumper?"

you trail your fingers through her hair, letting your nails graze along her scalp. a shiver washes down the length of her back and you giggle close to her ear.

"sure i did... but you could talk about... dunno... your favorite dish rag, and i think i'd still wanna listen -- because i like listening to you talk about the stuff you like... because..." and its your turn to hesitate, her turn to pull back and fix you with a look -- one that's equal parts pleading and disbelieving.

"because what, pretty girl?" she asks, her voice low and husky, a thumb running across the round of your cheek.

"b-because i -- i like you, vi."

your eyes flicker away and color seeps into your cheeks like dye across clear water -- the shade blooming into you till vi's sure there's no color so beautiful as the one that you are now.

"mm... well, thank god for that cause..." she leans in to press her forehead to yours, "i was starting to wonder, what with all the multiple orgasms and midnight munch sessions and --" she laughs as you squawk indignantly at her, your eyes flashing wild and wide.

"t-that's not what i -- you know that's not --"

"oh? so you don't like those?" she asks, the tease now so obvious in her voice that you flush several shades darker. vi thinks she may have to amend her previous decision on her favorite shade of you. and you're outdoing yourself today.

she lets her free hand wander to the bend of your hips and she gives you a squeeze.

"i --" you steady yourself in the solidness of her, reaching down to lace your hands with hers, "of course i -- i like those things too but i -- i like that you're the one doing them to me and --" you swallow; vi tries not to be to distracted by the hummingbird flutter of your pulse as you struggle to find the words, even though both of you know full well by now exactly what you're trying to say --

sometimes, just sometimes, words speak just as loud as words need to. and the actions are just there to back them up.

sometimes, there are certain things that people just want to -- or need to -- hear said out loud.

"i -- i wanna come over even when there's nothing for you to fix... i..." you steady your breathing and vi nearly drowns in the certainty that settles between the pair of you, an ocean full of of unsaid words (the ones that don't need to be said to be understood), drifting like sunlight over shifting waves -- their brightness made no less real by their shimmering reflections in the water, "i guess i just... wanna be wherever you are. like... all the time."

vi's eyebrows hitch; her breath follows shortly after.

"all the time?"

you bite down on your lips, "yeah but... i know it's only been like... a month or whatever --"

"no, no god -- sweets, i -- i want that too -- more than anything -- it's just --" she motions at the shop, and you nod, catching her hand in yours mid-air.

"it doesn't have to be right now," you say, smiling and giving both her hands a firm squeeze.

"yeah?" she asks, a rare quiver to the shape of her voice.

you nod, "yeah." and your voice is just as solid as she needs it to be. you lean in to kiss her, and she sighs open against you, as you've done so many times for her.

"we'll -- we'll make it work," you say, in between harsh, nipping kisses, even as vi groans and trails her mouth along the line of your jaw. you gasp, letting your head tip back, "w-we'll t-take it s-s-slow -- mmngh -- vi!"

vi hums as she sucks a dark hickey into the side of your neck, feeling savage wanting plume open in her chest. she looks back up at you with darkening eyes and a hunter's smile.

"dunno if i know how to take it slow, sweets --"

"w-what about all those t-times you told me t-to wait --" you keen high in the back of your throat as she drops to pillow her cheek to your thigh, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to dig her nose into the damp triangle of your panties.

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes as she glances back up at you with a playful smirk.

"oh fuck you."

you lick your lips, reaching down to sink your fingers into her hair again, pulling just hard enough for the an ache to gather in her belly.

"thought that's what you were trying to do."

vi stands up, pulling you bodily forward till your ankles are linked at the small of her back, her palms holding up the plush of your ass as she walks the pair of you back into the house and up the thin flight of stairs to her room.

it's a good few hours before either of you are coherent enough to talk about any of this again, but by the time you are, the twilight is budding along the far horizon, and vander's texting to ask vi if he should pick anything up on the way back from the bar for dinner.

"you wanna stay for dinner?" vi asks, twisting to glance at you in bed, her face illuminated by the digital blue of her phone.

your pillow your cheek on your hand, "yeah, i'd love to."

"cool, what do you want?" she asks, her eyes turning back to her phone.

you lick your lips, "how about... you ask vander to pick up some tomatoes? i can make one of my grandma's old soup recipes. you have potatoes and cabbage right? and... i think i saw some pork bones in the freezer the last time i was here."

you cast your eyes up at the ceiling, ticking through a mental list of ingredients.

you only turn to shoot vi a glance when you realize that you can no longer hear the rapid pik-pik-pik of her fingers on her phone.

she's staring at you with what could only be called wonder in the halfway dark.

"you... remember what's in our fridge?"

"well i -- there's not much in there --" you say, almost indignantly.

she laughs, shaking her head, "no, it's just -- i didn't think you'd ever notice something like that, i mean, pardon me for thinking that you've never set foot in a kitchen in your entire life, what with you being daddy's little princess and all," she goads, nudging you with an elbow even as you squirm away from her, pouting.

"i'll have you know that i'm actually a really good cook, okay?" you tell her, "when -- when i was little, and my grandma lived with us, i'd help her in the kitchen all the time. and... after she got too old to make stuff... i was the one who cooked for her, because she said it tasted like stuff she'd eat in her childhood so..."

vi shuffles closer to you under the blankets, nuzzling her nose into your cheek.

"and just when i thought you couldn't get more perfect," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you giggle, allowing yourself to be tugged back into her chest.

"i told vander to pick up tomatoes... and to invite silco and everyone else he can round up over for dinner."

you squeak, shooting up, "what?!"

vi grins, pushing up with a soft yawn, "you can't just tell me that you've got grandma-level cooking skills and not expect me to invite my whole entire family, right?"

you tumble out of bed, nearly tripping over your panties, still caught around your ankles. you pull them up, scrambling for one of vi's big shirts to toss over your body as she watches you from the bed with an indulgent smile before swinging her legs off and standing up to pull you back into her chest.

"calm down, sweets -- i'll help you, kay? now, tell me what you need."

you nod, pulling on a pair of her jogging shorts and twisting your hair into a haphazard bun out of your face as you start listing off ingredients, hopping the last two steps onto the first floor landing and fluttering into the kitchen.

by the time vi rounds the doorway, it's to find you with vander's massive apron already tied around your waist, an several pots and pans stacked on the countertop.

"i need three onions, and a head of garlic and... a few bay leaves, if you have them. it's okay if you don't --"

vi fights back a grin (it's a losing battle, she thinks, but it's one that she's considering losing for the rest of her goddamn life if it meant doing this every day with you).

"sure, sweets -- whatever you need."

you nod, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you set to work peeling the potatoes. a few second later, vi pops up from the fridge, frowning.

"looks like we've only got one onion, but i found some shallots... not sure how good they are though... they were kinda shoved into the back." she holds up the bag with a grimace.

you blink at her, and for a moment, vi thinks that you're going to be angry, or at least a bit frustrated. but then, your face breaks into a sweet, helpless sort of smile, and you reach out to take the shallots from her.

"it's okay," you say, in a voice that sounds just a little too much like coming home, and vi has to swallow passed the peach-pit suddenly caught in her throat.

your fingers brush against hers as you point her towards the half-peeled potatoes, and she gets to work without you even having to ask.

you lean up onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to her cheek, your eyes bright as fallen stars when she turns to look at you.

"it's okay," you repeat, smiling up at her with that smile that just might rhyme with forever, "we'll make it work, okay?"

vi licks her lips; there's an entire ocean of saltwater words caught behind the tombstones of her teeth that she does not know how to say. but she thinks, as she looks at you and you turn back to fussing over the one onion and handful of shallots, that you probably know it all anyway.

"okay," she says, before turning back to the diligent work of peeling the potatoes.

[boarloved-art]

ig ooomfie said i should draw xuanli and i kinda went crazy abt them whoopsydoodle

[cyberhughes]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ . 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 NSFW! 18+

possessivebf!jack x reader

warnings: college au | pinv | jack hughes is a PERVERT. | panty stealing | allusions to a physical fight | gaslighting/manipulation | allusions to blackmailing | male masturbation | dacryphillia | JACK WOULD NEVER DO ANY OF THIS THO HES MY SWEETIE PIE🫶IM JUST CRAZY FOR THIS STUFF

author’s note: guys i’m unleashing my inner freak w this one…have i been watching too much of mr joe goldberg?? maybe so but ykw who gaf!! also last little blurb thing before i post chapter two of too sweet i’m sorry for the wait 😭

NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT!

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who walks you to and from every class on campus. he’ll carry all your belongings, because he’s such a gentleman. he doesn’t care that he’s almost always late to every class of his, he just wants to make sure his girl gets where she needs to be safely.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who always has his hands on you. whether its a hand in the back pocket of your jeans as the two of you walk, or having a hand rested on your thigh while you eat lunch with your friends. no one noticing how his fingers trace higher and higher underneath the table.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who places sloppy kisses along your neck, fingers dancing along the hem of your panties. he just wants to make you feel good after your stressful week. “please pretty girl, let me help.” his breath hot against your ear as his hands dip past the waistband, fingers barely grazing your cunt as you nod, whimpering his name. originally you wanted to finish a paper that was due in a few days, but that would have to wait.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who feels dirty for thinking about how your fingers would look wrapped around his cock while you simply try to show him your new set of acrylics, that he paid for of course. you’ll ramble on about the drama your nail tech was telling you about her boyfriend, something about him not putting a ring on it? yet all that he could process right now what the thought of you clawing all over his back as he pounded into your tight heat.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who leaves surprises like chocolates and flowers in your dorm for you while you’re out. he’ll set everything out nicely on your bed, including a little hand written note about how much he loves you. he’ll glance at your laundry basket just under your bed as he’s about to leave, quickly stuffing a pair of your panties into his pocket before leaving.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who feigns innocence when you search your drawers, wondering how you could have possible lost so many pairs of undergarments. oh well, of course he’d take you to victoria’s secret to buy some more.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who pouts when you tell him you’re going out for lunch to catch up with your old friend, matt. why were you wearing such a short dress for something so casual? but of course he trusted you, it was matt he didn’t trust. he’d pull you close to him for a hug, breathing in the scent of your hair before tickling along your collarbones with kisses. “just play with me for a bit before you go.” he whispers, hands sliding up to your waist, dragging your dress up. and well, let’s just say you had to get a rain check for lunch.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who lingers in his car in front of the bar after dropping you off for a night out with your friends. maybe he’ll walk in, just wanting to take a peek that you’re safe. maybe, he’ll be faced with the sight of some random man placing a hand on the small of your back as you chatted. his sweet girl, so naive to the fact that he was currently hitting on you. and just maybe, he’d have to follow this guy out, following him down an alley way, needing to teach him a quick lesson about touching his girl.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who stares lovingly into your eyes when you express your concern as to why his knuckles are all bruised and covered with dried blood when he picks you up later that night. he’ll hush you, reaching his dirtied hand to cup your face and pull you in for a kiss. “was just an accident, baby.” he’ll whisper against your lips before kissing you again, with more passion this time. he didn’t need you to know what had went down in that alleyway, he just wanted happy thoughts for his girl.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who drives you back to your dorm. he’ll make sure you drink plenty of water, take your makeup off and help dress you into your pjs, even though you were fully capable of doing that yourself, but you were his princess. he’ll lay next to you while you fall asleep, tracing circles along your skin with one hand while he scrolled through his saved phots of you while he waits for your roommate to return as well, to be sure that you aren’t alone for the night.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who has the neckline of his tshirt tucked between his teeth, muffling his whimpers as he pumps his cock underneath his sheets. he’ll have his phone in his free hand—remember those pictures he was looking through? those pictures of you wearing nothing but your panties, posing for him and making sure he had something to look at while he was away. pictures he had sneaked while he was thrusting into you from behind, ass cheeks red from the way he groped you. pictures that he had taken up your skirt when you stood in front of him on the escalator—what? at least it was him and not some pervert, he was protecting you.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who pounds into you, cold hands groping over your breasts that bounced with each one of his thrusts. “thought you loved me, baby.” his voice voice barely above a whisper and he pouts, his movements getting harsher. tears welled in your eyes at the pleasure that coursed through your body, trying to form a proper sentence, “love you jacky! matt’s just…” he lands a particularly sharp thrust at the mention of that name and you moan. “ngh, just a friend!” you plead, reaching up to grip onto him like a koala, manicured nails digging into his skin. he knew you loved him, more than you could understand. he just wanted to see those pretty tears stream down your face, you were such a pretty crier.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack that had to interfere when he overheard your best friend telling you that jack wasn’t good for you, that she felt he was too controlling. of course, jack had to have a conversation with her. it wasn’t right that she was putting those silly thoughts into your head, just like how it wasn’t right that she cheated on her boyfriend over spring break—which he had video proof of. you didn’t need a friend who was such a hypocrite.

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who cradles you in his arms, stroking your hair and kissing away your tears as you cried about how your best friend dropped you out of nowhere, not even giving you an explanation. “s’not your fault baby…they don’t deserve you.”

⋆˚࿔ bf!jack who loves you so much and would do anything for you <3

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[nondelphic]

wow. i hit 4k followers. you guys are insane. thank you ??? for caring about my posts ????

like promised before, here's my official introduction post.

welcome to nondelphic, *a blog about writing, overthinking writing, abandoning writing, and occasionally finishing writing. if you’re a fan of crying about writing, niche metaphors, and posts that spiral into existentialism, you’re in the right place.

rebecka (she/her)

22, swedish

writer, journalism student, full-time cat enthusiast (send me pictures of your cats)

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[usagifuyusummer]

I think they are supposed to be twins???

(maybe originally in the concept art, but in canon it seems they aren't anymore? dion has been stated to be the oldest, but my thoughts are maybe like he's the older twin lmao. i will probably be 100% wrong if there is ever a future installment in this series.)

Funny story, I originally wanted to color these sketches, but I found that most of my traditional art supplies are unusable (the pencil colors has a very faded color, and most of my markers have a diluted yellow coloring lmaoooo ToT). I haven't been using them from 2019 and it really shows.

Oh yeah, here's a full page sketch.

[elalfywhore]

jana x bimbo reader🎀

•she’s so sweet and tries to be understanding

•she’s not used to people being as ditzy as you so she tries to be calm and cool through her frustrations

•she helps you do you’re homework, even after she comes home from a grueling practice. if you are struggling she’ll sit with you for as long as it takes

• “i don’t wanna do it anymore jana” you whine, you’re both exhausted. you two had been trying to finish your project for the last two hours. “i know, habibti i don’t either but it has to get done.” you had tried to hurry and throw your laptop back into your backpack before jana opened the door, knowing she wouldn’t let you stop until it was done, it was due the following morning and well you lagged a bit on it. “if you would’ve stared this when you got assigned it we wouldn’t be up right now.” a bit of her frustration comes through, making a hallow shell in your stomach. the look on your face makes her soften. “i’m sorry habibti, we’re almost done then we can get in the bed, okay?”

• she loves to watch you sit and do your makeup, something about you getting all ready for her makes her melt

•you’re a yapper, you constantly try and keep her up at night to listen to your little dumb ramblings and billion questions

• “baby, would you still love me if i was 6’5?” you ask laying on your side facing back sleeping jana. “habibti, i’m 6’5.” she mumbles. “well yeah but what if we were the same height? or even if i was taller than you? are you into girls that’re taller than you? do you feel like i’m too short-.” you’re cut off by a groan, “habibti, you’re not too short. id love you no matter what height. can we sleep now?” you pout and with a sigh you pull the covers up your body. “no, i’m not into girls taller than me. do you think i’m too tall?” jana softly smiles, turning on her side to face you making you giggle.

•she loves it when you come to her games!! especially when she can see you cheering her on from the side, draped in her jersey.

•she always carry’s stuff for you, you’re a bit clumsy and she doesn’t want you to drop whatever it is you’re holding.

• “i got, jana! really i can hold it.” you were feeling especially independent today, it was paige’s birthday and you two were tasked with bringing the cake. you had baked it and decorated it to perfection. a heart shaped pink cake, with cherries around the rim. “are you sure habibti? i can hold it just until we get to the car.” worry lacing her voice but also not wanting to break your good mood. “mmmm, nope! i got it, thanks baby.” you smile but your mood is quickly soured as you step, almost falling straight on your butt. jana grabbing your waist, stopping the fall and saving the cake. your eyes dough as you look up at her, “okay maybe you should hold it.” as you hand it to her. “it’s okay habibti, you’ll still be able to light the candles and cut it.”

•forehead, neck and kisses on the back of your hand are her speciality!!!

18+ below!!!

• she’s so dominant there’s not many nights where she bottoms

• tribbing is one of your guys’ favorite!!

• “feel good habibti?” she pants, reaching down to pinch your hard nipple. you guys had been at it for what felt like hours, your left leg pressed all the way up and back against the wall by her big hand. with tangled legs your clits rubbed against each others, all the wetness making the motion swift. “mm’ feels the best ever baby.” you whine out, one of your hands going to touch her toned stomach. “yeah baby?” she slows down a bit, leaning down to press a sensual kiss to your lips, you moaning into her mouth. you feel her strong hand snake around your neck, lightly squeezing. “yes, s’ good, please don’t stop.” you cry as she sits back up, the hand leaving your neck. she’s quick to put her thumb in her mouth and pull it out with a pop before moving it to rub your clit and speeding up her hips again. “not gonna stop habibti don’t worry.” she groans, staring down and where you two connected.

•she can have you sitting in her lap making out for hours, usually it only stops when either your lips get sore or you guys have to get ready to go somewhere.

•she always smacks your butt when you walk by or bend over she just can’t help herself

• she always jokes about you giving her a “three finger combo” but she’s not joking…

• “fuck baby, just like that.” she groans, her stomach tight, mouth slightly opened and head rolled back. she’s sat up on the couch, you on your knees in between her legs, three knuckles deep. “just like that, mommy?” you manage to detach your mouth from her clit long enough to get those words out before going back to continue sucking on it. “like that baby.” she pulls her head up to look down at you, taking your hair into both of her hands to pull back.

•oh my gosh her strap game is soooo strong!! so addicting!!!

•your favorite one she uses on you is pretty and pink with sparkles. it’s long and semi-thick about 8 inches with the belt of it being the prettiest light pink on her skin

• “fuuuuuuck.” you drag out, you look and sound like something out of an erotic porno. your whines mixed with the sound of skin slapping together and your wet pussy was music to jana’s ears. you’re in your shared bed taking it missionary, the comforting feeling of jana on top of you enhancing the experience. “love youuuu sooo much baby, feels s’ good, please don’t stoppp.” you blabber out, arms around her neck. her face goes down in between your boobs, kissing your chest. “not gonna stop baby, love you too much for that. love you and this pussy so much” she promises, her hard thrusts send jolts through your body. your whines and blabbering continue on especially when she takes your nipple into her mouth, gently nibbling on it. “gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” you warn, reaching up to rub her nipple. “gonna cum, huh baby? gonna cum for mommy, huh?.” her thrusts speed up and she talks to you how you like it. the bed creeks as she reaches up and pinches your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open before leaning down and spitting in it. your eyes roll back, her actions pushing you over as you cum all over her silicone dick. she leans down, muffling your moans with her mouth, letting you suck on her tongue.

•is the type to always want to shower after sex but leaves it up to you if you wanna join or not

•either way she’s always holding you again before you fall asleep<3

[sim0nril3y]

Hi love ❤️ I have a question, but you don’t have to write anything, I’m just curious on your thoughts and brain rambles. Does civilian reader ever find Simon’s mask? Do you think Simon would open up to her or lie about it?

Thanks for sharing these stories with us ❤️

Hmmmmm, honestly thank you for just letting me ramble because I do have a couple thoughts on this. For me, I think Simon tries to keep his work life very separate from his home life, that’s why he’s very reluctant to even mention Civie whilst he’s away on deployment, up until this point only Price knows that he has someone special because Simon saw it as a necessity.

So anything about his work or that reminds him of work he keeps buried away in the house. It’ll probably be when Civie is searching through boxes in the garage that she’ll come across his tactical vest and two masks. The original skull balaclava and the newer skull plate mask. It just so happens that Simon had come in to grab some tools when he’d see her kneeling there going through his box.

At first he’d be pretty mad, yanking it back from her and telling her it’s private. It’s such a visceral reaction because somewhere in his mind he’s worried that even her touch that stuff will taint her. It scares him to have her so close to side of himself, that side where he needs to turn off all his emotions and be a ruthless killing machine. Civie is taken aback by his reaction and she apologies over and over whilst Simon quickly stuffs the box elsewhere.

It’ll probably lead to them being sheepish with each other on the next few days. Civie would feel guilty because she felt like she had violated his privacy and Simon would feel guilty for snapping at her. That night at dinner Simon would be the first to apologies and then Civie would right after, trying to explain that it had been an accident.

Then he would take time to explain what those things were, Civie would remain quiet and listen diligently. Then he’d explain that he wants to shield her from all that and seeing her touch it caused his reaction. Again he’ll apologies for scaring her or causing her any upset, he’d remembered hearing her crying in the bathroom shortly after snapping at her, that had caused him so much pain, more pain caused by his job.

Civie would ask is Simon wanted to speak about everything but he would decline, he wouldn’t want her to know the horrors, he wouldn’t want that information in her head, she’d try and reassure him but Simon would set a firm boundary. There was a firm line in the sand, at work he was Ghost and at home he was her Simon.

[artist-issues]

Well. I think the actual design there goes too far, obviously. He’s supposed to be passable, in some disgusting sense, as a dog. That thing has human-defined clavicles and torso. And a piranha face.

The main thing about Stitch’s destructive capability (which I think the sequel actually nails really well) is that he enjoys it. He’s not a villainous mastermind, calculating how to surgically dismantle a planet’s ecosystem. He’s also not a brutal warrior conquering and laying waste to civilizations. He’s also—and this is the one that addresses that art piece above—not a werewolf. He’s not out to tear people limb from limb. (He could do all those things, he has a supercomputer brain and teeth and claws.)

But! What he is out to do, what he chooses to do, is push people down and steal their stuff for a joyride, cause frightened stampedes, eat just one shoe so you can never find it, “reverse street signs…”

The movie goes to great lengths to tell you what he’s capable of but show you what he likes to do. And it’s more like, “troublesome mayhem that can lead to darker destruction.” That works for the story on a number of levels. Like you said, it makes LILO’s grace for him more significant. But also, it makes him a good echo of her. Because she is causing the same level of mayhem to Nani, daily. She talks back and hits kids at school and uses silverware to practice voodoo and intentionally makes drawings about herself being alone when a social worker is coming over and then rambles to him about how good her sister is at discipline. She takes unflattering pictures of tourists.

She’s destructive and causes trouble, and Nani would have an easier life with a rabbit. That’s the point of their argument. But Nani keeps loving her because nobody gets left behind. So then Lilo has an example of what to do when a trouble-making, cruel, insensitive creature who likes being bad comes into their family.

So Stitch’s design also reflects that. He needs to be loveable when it’s time to be redeemed, too. Like Lilo. It’s a balance.

It sounds like Stitch but it just doesn’t have the Stitchiness of Stitch. His mouth is too small. His nose is too small and too low down.

His ears are too furry. There’s too much teddy-bear-bunny, not enough insect-shark.

His ears should look almost-translucent, with fine fuzz, like bat ears! His nose should look stamped onto his face with gigantic nostrils, like a bulldog’s. His eyes should look bigger and blanker.

His mouth should make you think shark, like his whole head is resting on the hinge of his jaw. And the fur around his eyes should be much thinner and more peach fuzz like so that you can see the wrinkles in his flesh when he squints or makes snarly faces.

Why

Why is that so hard

he’s not cutesy and only-pretending-to-be-fierce. he’s not a kitten. He’s not made to appeal to the Minions and Toothless-but-only-Toothless-in-HTTYD-3 crowd.

There are NO BLACK LIPS. He’s not a dog. There are NO CAT-MUZZLE-UPPER-LIP-MUSCLES. He’s not a kitty. OR a bunny. Why are those two-front-teeth so so much smaller than the rest of his teeth? Why are all of the teeth so small??

Don’t you guys understand why he’s supposed to look more than just cute-but-acting-naughty?

He has to be able to look convincingly disgusting, and genuinely fearsome.

Look how whip-thin his eyes and eyebrows are. Look at how, like a snake mid-eat, you can see some of Pleakley’s head swelling Stitch’s throat. It is important that he look like a monster when he needs to because he is a monster.

If Stitch doesn’t look like the kind of small monster that can take big disgusting bites out of you, with jerky, spider-like movements and tiger-scrunched eyes then the whole emotional weight of the movie looks flimsy. We’ll forgive a cat for scratching us and giving us cat-scratch fever because it’s cute. If Stitch looks too cute, then the human brain goes, yeah, he pushed that little girl down and laughed at her pain, but look at his wittle face, he’s a babydoll, who could stay mad at him

We can easily see why Lilo puts up with him.

When the point is, we shouldn’t be able to see why Lilo puts up with him—not in and of himself. Stitch does nothing to deserve Lilo’s love, including being cute— actually, he’s gross and unsettling. He’s not even cute enough to want around as a snuggle-buddy. He’s certainly not cute enough to look unthreatening. Nobody in the movie runs up and asks to pet him. Nobody even looks like they want to. He’s not appealing in that way. The dogcatcher screams at him on sight. The tourists just stare when he walks up dressed as Elvis. Her friends immediately think he’s the ugliest thing in the world and don’t want him anywhere near them. David is sure it’s not a dog. Even the aliens in an intergalactic council find him not-appealing, on sight. They take him, as a threat, seriously, even before Jumba lists his powers.

All of that is not because Stitch really looks outrageously ugly.

⬆️ THAT is ugly. Can we all agree? That’s ugly. Whereas this:

Less ugly. Obviously I know that. But there are a couple things about Stitch that are not traditionally appealing, when the filmmakers could have made him traditionally appealing. If they wanted his nose to look muzzle-y, they could’ve. If they wanted his spine to bend at the hips like a human toddler’s they could’ve. If they wanted his mouth smaller and more cartoon-y, with kitty-cat lips, they could have done that. They chose to do the slightly more ugly thing instead. He’s still appealing. But he can look and be convincingly threatening, unattractive, and disgusting when he needs to be for the story.

The cuteness was a by-product. It was an artfully-done side. It was not the main course of what he’s supposed to look like. Again I say to you—he is not your Minions-loving Facebook Mom’s bumper sticker. He is supposed to walk the line between most-disgusting-pet-you-could-have and Gremlin-meets-E.T.

These teasers are totally catering to the people who like Stitch T-Shirts from WalMart but probably couldn’t explain the first thing about him as a character. And whatever, that’s fine. But the design affects the story, and the original story was so good.

This does not bode well.

[stoned-frog]

Taking purely form the perspective of INK and NO ONE ELSE. No creator's bias no nothin', I genuinely think Ink wouldn't care about any darkships. It makes no difference. He knows he and everyone around him are fictional characters, and these stories, no matter how icky they can get, still keep him alive. He wouldn't be against darkships, he wouldn't be for them either. He's here for the stories, he's not here for the morality. He's not here for the laws of our world, he's here for the concepts we make.

.....sorry for the ramble- it's just whenever I see people use Ink to say anything negative about darkshipping, I just can't help but disagree. Even if I'm not the biggest fan of darkships myself, this is Ink we're talking about here. Eh, us the creators decide the opinions of these characters anyways.

YEA THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYIN LIKE- Ink doesn't have to LIKE these topics but he's surely not against them, all the ideas are what keeps him alive and he loves all creations Ink is an incarnation of creativity and motivation for others to do stuff- to just create, a guardian of creation can't just exclude parts of it, if it wasn't there he wouldn't be as alive as he is now

It doesn't matter what us Creators think, but Ink just wouldn't give a shit

#inkisaproshipper

@the-fireworkzzz

[redr0sewrites]

this is probably a smaller kind of request, but something about y/n randomly giving dabi the princess treatment and him being SUPER confused about it.

idk!! giving him flowers, holding the doors open for him, the usual stuff labeled as “gentlemanly” except y/n’s just doing it for this whole ass grown man and arsonist… i’m rambling but let me be so fr he deserves the princess treatment..

🩵 A/n: I LOVE THIS SM :( he deserves all the princess treatment hehe

🩵 Cw: none, just fluff !!

🩵 dividers

"..what are you doing?"

rumpled, white hair and cerulean sleep-blurred eyes greet you from beneath your blankets as Touya pokes his face out in confusion.

"good morning baby," you coo, gently pulling his hair off his forehead to press a gentle kiss beneath his brows. his nose crinkles in surprise, his entire body covered in blankets with the exception of his face. he looks absolutely sleepy and adorable, and you lean down to press another kiss to his nose for good measure. sitting down on the edge of the bed, you present the breakfast platter you had made to him as he sits up begrudgingly.

"breakfast in bed, hm? what'd i do to deserve this?"

"nothing," you reply, curling into his side as he slowly begins to eat. "just felt like spoiling you."

Touya hums in acknowledgment, and you sit together in silence as he eats, careful to not get any crumbs in the bed. after a while, you break the silence, explaining your plans for the day.

"so i was thinking, after you wake up and get ready 'n stuff, we could go get some grocery shopping done.. we're low on a few things such as milk and snacks and we can pick those up pretty quickly."

Touya nods, swallowing heavy before placing his utensils down on the tray.

"m' ready whenever you are," he mumbles, and you giggle again.

"you might wanna brush your hair first," you tease as he glares at you halfheartedly. "its a little messy.. i mean, not that i don't like the messy look of course, but maybe not in public-"

"oh, shut it, y'know what i meant," he grumbles, and you smile.

"alright, just let me know when you're ready!"

one of your favorite things about your apartment is that you live walking distance away from a local grocery store. the air outside was cold and fresh as you walk hand in hand with Touya, now dressed and with hair fully brushed. no one pays you much mind as you approach the quaint corner store with your boyfriend in tow, and just as you reach the entrance, you step forward to hold the door for him. Touya gives you a mildly surprised look, but enters anyway, and you pretend to ignore the mild blush on his cheeks as you walk beside him.

grocery shopping itself is easy enough, you don't need much and checkout is quick and seamless. just as your about to leave, however, you catch sight of a flower stand, and leave Touya to finish checking out all the groceries while you grab him a surprise. you return with a bundle of flowers, an assortment of blue and white lilies and baby's breath wrapped in a pretty bouquet. Touya stands awkwardly at the entrance, but he flushes a pretty pink at the sight of the flowers.

"here, let's swap," you offer, taking the bags from him and handing him the bouquet. he blinks at you, looking almost flustered, before accepting the gift and admiring the flora in awe. you grab the door for him again, and he blinks at you, almost in confusion.

"what's been going on with you today?" he mumbles once your both outside.

"what do you mean?"

"you've been so... weird. nicer than usual. you've never gotten me flowers before or done shit like this, is- is something wrong?" he's uncharacteristically quiet as he speaks, and you think hard before replying.

"can't i just want to spoil you for once?"

"i mean.. yes, but i don't-"

"if you say you don't deserve it i'm going to boil you." you blurt, and he snickers hard, doubling over in laughter.

"alright, point taken," he rasps, blue eyes shining in amusement. "it's just surprising, is all."

"i do it because i love you," you admit, bumping into his shoulder as you walk. "i don't spoil you enough. this conversation is evidence of that, so prepare to be pampered."

Touya rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but his lips quirk into a smile all the same.

"..thank you, y/n," he mumbles, and you pause.

"oh? what was that?"

"i'm not saying it again," he huffs, and you chuckle.

"aww, you really do love me!"

he looks at you with unbridled fondness, eyes glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

"you wouldn't be wrong there."

i feel as though this could be better but also could be worse,,,,, welp !! hope u enjoyed !!! i love him !!! hapoy bday baby !!!

[graciedollie]

first off, I’m so sorry my requests are so in depth, but i have so many grayson!scenarios and i just want them to play out right. 😭😭

you might have to do research (oops)😓 but maybe 🩵 chef!grayson, because she it’s canon that she’s Persian, so she makes a dish for the reader.

(deadssa, BIG thank you for the recent ones, they are both really fucking good) 🩵

Chef!Grayson Headcannons

pair: chef!grayson x pastrychef!reader

warnings; nothing drastic fr. just lovey dovey stuff <3

a/n: id say i did a good amount of research on this and bby lemme tell you, persian food look so bomb like fr fr BUT hope you enjoy <3!! AND TYYYYY

I would feel as if her restaurant would focus on a more elegantly minimalist style, adding with the traditional Persian motifs and rich colors of blue and red—including the floral pattern and intricate artwork. The restaurant would definitely have a welcoming yet elegant atmosphere as it was mirroring the subtle distinction of Persian cuisine!!

Soon as you would walk in, you’d be hit with a aroma of grilling meat, variety of spices, and a earthy tones in the air. You’d also catch a glimpse of a shelf of imported wines that are just fine, plus beautiful roses at each table.

When she first saw you come through, you were pretty confused on how to pronounce some of the meals and you didn’t really know what were in the dishes. She didn’t mind at all, if anything, she was happy to help figure out what you wanted and explained about what was in each dish—such a sweetie <3!!!

You would soon fall in love with the dishes, soon prompting you to be a regular—either if it was by yourself or with your friend(s). It would get to the point where she knew what dish you were gone pick, knowing exactly what time you’d show up, and already having your meal ready—whether it was to go or dine in.

There were some times you’d stop by for a quick bit and just have a chat with her if she wasn’t too busy. She started to love your little chats and started to learn more about you; you knew how to throw down in the kitchen, whether it was baking or cooking.

She would come intrigued when you would tell her your cooking tricks, listening attentively as she would watch you passionately ramble on and on about how you’d do this to make a cake fluffy or this to make ribs more tender. “Seems you know your stuff, love.”

There would be times when you pick up your meals, there would be a small heart or a little smile face written on the side—always earning a small smile, which she always loved to see whenever she saw you!!

On closing times, you’ll sometimes visit her and let her in on some more tips—even telling her that you picked up a few Persian recipes and you’d be happy to share, which she obviously couldn’t pass up!! So ofc, she said yes!

There would be days when you come in for usual meal at usual time, she’d give you a small flower, which would led to small bouquets with small letters in them—which would ask if you’d like to go on certain dates. Whether it was wine tasting, going out to eat, or her cooking for you—she wanted to know you more.

She loves when you invite her over to your own small little restaurants—watching how focused and precise you were when it came down to either braising a good steak or puffing up some croissants. She would watch how you’d stick your tongue out and furrow your brows when you’re focusing.

There are times you’d invite her over to show her the new Persian recipe you learn since you wanted to show off a little and do a little something for her. She’d be astonished at how you got everything down to a T. “I see you’ve been practicing, hm?”

She’d also come around your little restaurant here and there with flowers to fill your vase. You mention your favorite flowers to her once and she made a mental note and made it a habit of getting you new ones every week or two just so it lightens the place and your precious smile.

It wouldn’t be long until you decided to start asking her to come over to your restaurant and have a little date there after closing time—discussing things like childhood meals, your passions and whatever came to mind.

With the time you spend with her, you see her so much more than just a chef who can cook. She’s a deeply passionate, romantic person who takes pride in her cooking as it reminds her of her childhood that holds dearest to her heart and there’s nothing better than childhood meals.

It wouldn’t be long until the basic dinner dates would switch over to seeing each other more frequently and becoming more comfortable and even intimate. She’d cook your favorite meals as you did hers with her childhood meals.

With time passing along, it’d be official that you two finally became official—bonding over a passion for cooking. It was all too perfect and felt too good to be true, but you both wouldn’t trade it for a thing ofc <3!!

hope you enjoyed this dollies <3

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@sillygirl-lol

[sundownpromises]

a brief ramble post about owen

I don’t know how many people are going to agree with this, but here goes.

Sometimes, I feel like one of the few people that like Owen. The way the TLOU fandom usually demonizes him really irks me because people tend to have really one-dimensional views of his character, which is sad considering the fact that all of the characters in TLOU are complex and written in such a nuanced way. I honestly think it’s a little ignorant to demonize Owen just because he cheated. And before anyone yells at me–no, I don’t stand for cheating, nor do I think cheating is a good thing to do. What I am saying, though, is that only looking at the fact that Owen cheated and not paying attention to other aspects of his character is kinda silly.

Owen, alongside a few other characters, is one of the most morally sound, level-headed, and grounded characters in the game. In the midst of all the violence, he really stands out as a character that truly just wants to do good and is sick and tired of all the blood on his hands, metaphorically and literally. Yes, he cheated, and that’s totally not cool – but this is the man that spared Ellie, deeming it unnecessary violence. This is the man that wanted to go to Santa Barbara for a better life for him and his companions, even if the chance was slim. This is the man that told Abby he spared an old Seraphite that was on the ground, defenseless, and shot one of his own to protect who was supposed to be a sworn enemy. I find the conversation that Owen has in the boat with Abby to be so insightful on the kind of guy Owen is deep down. Owen cheating on his pregnant girlfriend was a completely irrational decision – but all of the TLOU characters have made completely irrational and even immoral decisions.

These characters exist in a world where they are often pushed to make these kinds of decisions. I think the writing team did an excellent job of depicting them as complex individuals full of contradictions and impulsions just like humans in real life. Absolutely none of these characters are perfect and that’s the point. To only define Owen as a cheater and to completely disregard the good parts of him is just doing a disservice to the wonderful writing in this game.

Nobody in this fandom completely demonizes Ellie for all the acts of violence she committed, and that’s because people are able to recognize that deep down, Ellie is a compassionate individual. She went on that revenge journey not because she’s just a naturally violent, bloodthirsty person but because she was driven to commit those acts and she felt like she had to in the name of justice; she simply failed to realize (until it was too late) that the violence she was committing would not help her achieve her goal of vengeance and that it was only harming the people she loved as well as herself. Most people are able to understand this and yet when it comes to characters like Owen, that kind of nuanced thinking flies out the window. It really doesn’t make sense to me. Mel also gets weird treatment but that’s another post for another time.

At the end of the day, I am definitely not forcing anybody to like Owen. But I’ve always felt that these characters are multi-faceted and deserve to be viewed as such. Also… if the worst thing a character in this game has done is cheat on their partner, that’s pretty tame compared to, oh I don’t know, murder and stuff. Obviously in the real world cheating is one of the lowest things you can do but in the TLOU universe? In the apocalypse where people turn into monsters in the name of whatever they’re fighting for? Where some people take the lives of others just because? That’s the last thing I would care about. Genuinely. Especially when there’s cannibals and transphobic cults running amok.

[echo-riot]

Loser!Sub Ellie Headcanons

1. Always Begs for Permission: Ellie’s too nervous to take initiative without explicit direction.

“Can I? Like… please? I’ll be good, I swear.”

2. Gets Embarrassed by Her Own Sounds: She tries to stifle her noises, which only makes them louder.

“Oh—shit! Did I—uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to be that loud!”

3. Hyperfixates on Your Reactions: She’s obsessed with pleasing you and needs constant reassurance.

“Is that good? Yeah? Oh my god, you’re so hot like this…”

4. Loses Her Mind Over Praise: Ellie’s so desperate for validation that even a little praise makes her spiral.

“You—you think I’m good? Holy shit, I think I’m gonna die.”

5. Wants to Hear You Talk Dirty: Ellie loves when you tease her, even though she gets flustered.

“Wait, what’d you just call me? Oh my god, don’t stop.”

6. Can’t Handle Being Touched First: The moment you touch her, she’s putty in your hands.

“Fuck—don’t look at me like that I—uh, I can’t take it.”

7. Talks Herself into a Corner: Ellie’s nervous rambling always ends up more degenerate than she intended.

“I-I was just thinking about you earlier—uh, not in a weird way! Or, like, maybe kind of weird…”

8. Gets Off on Being Teased: She loves when you tease her, even though it makes her squirm.

“C’mon, dude, don’t mess with me like that… unless you’re gonna finish what you started.”

9. Can’t Stop Herself from Complimenting You: Ellie gets so flustered that she blurts out awkward compliments.

“You’re, like, stupidly hot, you know that? It’s not fair.”

10. Clings to You After: She’s needy as hell and can’t stop touching you, even after everything’s done.

“Don’t go yet. Just… stay, okay? I need you.”

11. Loves Being Marked: Ellie secretly loves when you leave marks on her, even though she pretends to be embarrassed.

“Oh, shit, you’re gonna leave a mark, aren’t you? Fuck, do it.”

12. Wants to Be Put in Her Place: Ellie craves it when you take charge and tell her what to do.

“Yeah, okay, fine—just tell me how you want me. I’ll do anything.”

13. Gets Flustered When You Take the Lead: She tries to act confident but completely loses it when you take over.

“Oh my god, you’re so—uh, wait, are you really gonna—oh fuck.”

14. Overthinks Every Move: She’s constantly overanalyzing, making her even more awkward.

“Did I do that right? Wait, should I do it again? Uh, just tell me what you want”

15. Obsessed with Your Voice: Ellie can barely function when you whisper in her ear.

“Jesus Christ, you can’t just say stuff like that! I’m already dying over here!”

16. Loses Control at the Slightest Praise: Even the smallest compliment turns her into a wreck.

“Fuck, don’t call me that. Or, uh, do… shit, I don’t know”

17. Gets Embarrassed by How Much She Likes It: Ellie tries to act cool but can’t hide how into it she is.

“Nngh~ shit that feels good- wait did I say that out loud..”

18. Absolutely Melts When You’re Rough: She loves when you get a little rough with her, even if she pretends to protest.

“Oh, come on! You can’t just—fuck—okay, yeah, do that again.”

19. Constantly Seeks Validation: Ellie can’t handle the thought of not satisfying you.

“You liked that, right? You’re not just saying that? Please tell me I didn’t mess it up.”

20. Wants to Be Told What to Do: Ellie loves it when you take the reins and give her instructions.

“Yeah, okay—whatever you say. Just tell me where you want me.”

[its-a-me-mango]

Hi this was me the whole time so now I get to ramble.

omg I love your ideas for them, I love them so much and do think something like that would kinda set things rolling for them but not in the way either of them plan/intend lol

Like SMG3 has NEVER seemed like the romantic type of guy to me, he's too in denial about his emotions and expressing them, so falling for someone is not something he'd display so openly. He'd probably just gradually spend more and more time with her over a long period just doing normal relationship things with her without ever expressing how he feels, and I think Karen would be the same way too.

Because Karen is 100% dedicated to her children like we can always see that, so some random guy showing up and professing his love to her would very likely land him in the trash. So it would be a very slow but natural build up and I EAT that shit up fhdhudjdjd

Idk the idea of SMG3 gradually getting more and more integrated into Karen's life and especially with her kids just seems the most realistic stance for them, don't get me wrong they could still absolutely be all fluffy and sweet at times but that stuff feels more like an afterthought type deal, like SMG3 stepping up to be a step dad comes first and THEN they get all mushy with it BDHDUSJSKDK

Literally just this because it's really funny

Like, hang on I'm fully going crazy here, like their first kiss would honestly just be something they do because they haven't done it yet. Just them sitting on the sofa watching TV together after getting the kids to bed and they're just like, "Hey I don't think we ever kissed before?" "Oh yeah... Do you wanna?" And then they do aBMND GGGRGRGGRGGRGRGBAAAAAAA I love them sorry.

I just think they're very cute and silly together and also Karen would excuse a lot of his villain stuff because you know, past assassin type thing, so she's so used to it ixtigdxkgjfx god I need to go cook now I have ideas. Y'all can come to me for idea because good lord I am full of them. Also sorry to ramble on your post after so long, I stopped being a coward and now nothing stops me.

Hey hear me out real quick I need to share this rarepair ship name with someone before I go insane.

SMG3 X Karen should be called CatCafé

Okay thank you

I adore that name holy shit.

Hmmm what could their dynamic be though….

OH! Back when SMG3 is still a villain, he’s rambling to her about his next evil plan and she’s just like “that’s nice honey,”. UNBOTHERED QUEEN!!

They met when he tried robbing her workplace during her shift and she kicked his ass. One of those “what a woman…” type of things. She encourages his villainy like it’s a hobby he has and he’ll probably do some grand romantic gestures for her or smth idk.

Anyway, I LOVE RAREPAIRS!!

[egophiliac]

I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!

I am not normal about any of these characters!

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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