#i really cannot explain how fucking loud the music was

[colorisbyshe]

So, last night my neighbors music was so loud I had to actually go over there and say something. Normally, I’m opposed to that but the music was so loud that when I went for a walk to get away from it, I heard it several streets over. If I stayed in, closed all the windows on the second floor, went to my bedroom on the opposite of the house, turned my ac on, AND put on headphones I could still hear their music. I was so desperate for something less loud, I considered going to the movies at 11 or maybe just driving to like the closed target parking lot and jsut sitting in my car hoping a cop wouldn’t yell at me.

Well, when I was like “Hey, listen, I support your right to party but what the fuck is going on here?” the owner told me the loud music I’ve heard all week was actually THEIR back neighbor and that they were just raising the volume on their own music so they didn’t have to hear someone else’s music. And that they had been doing this all week too but hadn’t realized it’d escalated so much.

So, I was hearing two different houses competing to have the loudest music. Neither getting the irony of not wanting to hear someone else’s music so you decide to be louder than them.

Like the neighbor was nice about it and turned their music down (though it was still quite loud and went until after 1am but at least it was “I can hear my own thoughts now” level) but like… holy shit???

I genuinely have such a high tolerance level for this shit—like I get annoyed but support their right to be annoying—but this has been a week straight of constant, loud music and the apology I got was just “We’ll keep it up, just softer” and also him admitting that it was kinda loud after we had to walk to my front yard to talk becuse he couldn’t hear me 🧍🏻‍♀️

[ashwhowrites]

Oh I have a variation of the other fluff request:

So eddie and alt girlie are kind of loud, weird (read: neurodivergent) outgoing confident people who get all blushy, sweet and shy around each other because each is so cute the other gets nervous

They date, become a couple and be adorable menaces ever after 🥰

I ADORE THEM GETTING NERVOUS AROUND EACH OTHER

Eddie Munson, that was a name many people had opinions on. He was confident, opinionated, and loud. If he didn't like you, he'd tell you. If he admired you, he'd tell you. He had no problem standing up for himself and definitely didn't have a problem telling people where they could shove it. He doesn't get nervous when the jocks stared him down. He doesn't get nervous when the cops threaten him. And he doesn't get nervous when people get in his face. A gorgeous girl has his attention? He'll throw on that charming smile and doe eyes did their magic. He had no problem getting what or who he wanted

But God did he get tongue tied when Y/N was around

Y/F/N, that was also a name many people knew. She was even more confident than Eddie. She was gorgeous and she knew it. She was outgoing and had tons of friends. She was easily adored by many. But her confidence also attracted enemies. People who couldn't stand how high on her horse she was. But she refused to let anyone knock her off. If someone didn't like her, she'd settle it. Talk behind her back? They should've said it to her face. If she likes someone? She has no problem flirting her way into their hearts. She doesn't get nervous, period.

Well except when Eddie Munson was around

~~

The two met because of Chrissy

Chrissy adored Y/N, she wasn't on the cheer team. She was edgy and alternative but that's what Chrissy liked. She liked that she was different.

Then Chrissy met Eddie, and it was like seeing Y/N in a male form. They were so alike it amazed her. That's when she knew, she needed to play matchmaker.

"Chrissy no offense but your taste is Jason. I do not trust you to set me up with anyone" Y/N laughed, dusting off her leather jacket as she stood up

"oh shut up! Please you would adore him" Chrissy pleaded. These two needed to meet

"why's that?" She asked curious

"long hair. Tattoos. In a band. I have to admit he's fucking hot. He's confident, loud, alternative, and lives for metal music. How can he not be your type?" Chrissy smirked

"fuck long hair and tattoos? " Y/n whined, she can't ignore that

"it's curly hair too. Oh plus he wears rings"

"DAMMIT CHRISSY"

~~

"I adore you Chris, I really do, but your friends are way too girly for me. I don't do the pink skirts and pitchy voices" Eddie gagged

"shut up! She's not like that, she's different" Chrissy argued. Once again, these two are way too similar

"how so?" He challenged

"she's hot Eddie. She has tattoos, piercings, loves guys who play guitar, and listens to metal music. Always dressed in leather. She's confident, she's loud, independent. How is that for different?" She argued, cocky smile on her lips

"piercings where?" Now he was curious

"nose, tongue and tits" Chrissy smirked, she knew she'd have him there

"DAMMIT CHRISSY"

~~

"Eddie, Y/N, Y/N, Eddie" Chrissy smiled as she introduced the two

Both staring silently at each other

Chrissy looked between them confused, when were these two ever quiet?

"um Hi...Eddie" Y/N said quietly, slowly moving her hand out for him to shake

Chrissy eyed her weirdly, was she nervous?

"yeah I'm Eddie. Yeah...Y/N" Eddie stuttered out, his warm hand shaking hers

"are you guys blushing?"

"SHUT UP CHRISSY"

~~

Ever since they met, Chrissy has seen her two most confident friends, break down into blushing messes over each other.

The stuttering, the shyness, the blushing. Just overall complete opposite of how she knew her two friends

~~

"Okay so party is at 8, yes you can bring drugs, no you cannot bring underage children" Chrissy explained as she handed Eddie her party invitation

"a party? Chris I hate parties" Eddie whined, still grabbing the piece of paper from her hands

"Y/N's going" Chrissy said with a smirk

Watching as Eddie blushed and coughed

"that ...that doesn't mean anything. Why would I care? She's just a girl. At the party"

Chrissy found herself laughing at Eddie's horrible attempt to sound unbothered

"whatever you say Eddie. She already told me she hopes you are there" with that she sent a wink, skipping her way to class

Eddie knew he had to go to the party now. He couldn't lie, Chrissy was right. Y/N was his type but so different. He couldn't charm her socks off because he couldn't form complete sentences. Her eyes staring at him while he stuttered out random words killed him on the inside. He felt like an idiot.

~~

"Eddie's going? As in the guy who hates parties?" Y/N questioned suspiciously

"well he didn't want to at first but I strongly believe he'll show up" Chrissy stated confidently

"you didn't tell him I asked you to invite him did you?" Y/N glared at her best friend. She had to admit, Chrissy was right. Eddie was fucking hot and definitely her type. She wanted to see him more but was also way too terrified to ask him herself. She's never been so nervous around a guy before. She felt like an idiot

~~

Eddie walked into the loud party, hands in his pockets as his eyes searched for two certain girls. Breathing a sigh of relief when he spotted Chrissy.

"YOU CAME!" she screamed excitedly, throwing her arms around him

He nodded with a small pat on her back, lips in a tight line

Chrissy watched as his eyes searched around the party, looking back to her every few glances

"she's busy hosting!" Chrissy explained, holding up her drink

"um who?!" He asked, slightly loud to go over the music

"your girl" Chrissy winked, watching as Eddie began to open his mouth

"she is not my girl!" He defended fast

"but you knew exactly who I was talking about" she smirked as he stood defeated

"CHRISSY THERE ISN'T ONE SINGLE HOT GUY HERE!" Chrissy looked over Eddie's shoulder to see Y/N walking up, annoyed look on her face

Eddie looked behind him upon hearing her voice

Blushing instantly as he saw the very small and tight black dress she was wearing. Black ankle boots, her neck decorated with a choker and her hands filled with big rings. Eddie felt himself melting into the floor beneath her

"oh Eddie..hi!" She said with an awkward smile

Like she said, always an idiot

"I didn't know you were here! You know when I said...the hot guy part. Not saying you are hot! But also not saying you aren't hot! Because you are, Fuck I need a drink" she rambled, turning right back around and racing to the kitchen. When has she ever been this bad around a guy?

"she must really like you. I've seen her run circles around countless men before. Never once seen that" Chrissy giggled behind her drink

~~

Eddie wasn't any better

Chrissy left them alone for a conversation, with a not subtle wink and thumbs up

Eddie has never once struggled to find words to get into a girl's pants but this girl had his brain in mush. All he could look at was her dress, her skin, her hair, he's been staring so long he thinks he could remember details she wouldn't even know.

"so rings! You obviously like them" he cringed at himself

"yes! I see that you do too! We seem to have similar tastes" she nodded, smiling as she held her hand near his to compare

Now is the time to touch her hand, a flirty touch or even hold the damn thing, his brain kept screaming at him. Did he do it? Nope

Why was she throwing her hand out between them in the middle of a dance floor? She really is an idiot

~~

It took a very long two months before Eddie and Y/N made it past small talk.

Getting high together led them to be more of themselves, their confident selves. Eddie finally kissed her and she didn't hold back.

Chrissy accidentally walked in on the full blown make out in her backyard. Covering her eyes as she ran back inside

But she succeeded. Days later, the two were official

~~

Eddie's friends loved nothing more than teasing the shit out of a pussy whipped Eddie Munson.

"is he blushing? Can I actually see that from here?" Dustin questioned, eyes watching as Y/N and Eddie stood in the hallway against her locker

"is he playing with his own hair?" Gareth laughed. Eddie's hand fiddling with his long curls as her mouth moved

"look at his feet! He even got his ankles crossed" Mike observed

Eddie was nothing like the loud mouth, powerful stance, and fist clenching teenager they are used to seeing.

~~

Her friends weren't any better

"is...is she giggling?" Robin asked in disbelief

Watching as Eddie stood with his arm against her locker, smiling down at her

"she definitely is! I don't think I've ever heard her giggle" Chrissy smirked

"she's not even doing her usual moves. Where's the cocky smirk? The fuck me eyes? All I see is puppy love eyes" Robin ranted

"I don't know Rob. That Munson has something on her. She stutters when she talks to him. It took two months to get those two past their first names" Chrissy mocked. She loved her two friends, but they were idiots

But idiots for each other

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[redhoodinternaldialectical]

30 for the writing ask?

30: describe a fic that almost happened, but then didn't.

Whilst away from my computer and therefore all my WIPs, I started a little one shot titled "Who the Hill?" and actually the premise is easier to explain by just giving you what I wrote for the fic before I abandoned it lol!

The bass thud of the club rattles Jason's sternum and thrums through his organs pleasantly as he surveys the rest of the room from his spot in the corner. He's not really looking for anything in particular, just too in the habit of counting exits and tracking glasses to stop even when he's just here to be around other people having fun.

Then he sees Tim - or well maybe that isn't Tim - or no that is absolutely, definitely Tim - but probably Tim's not the right name for the spike and chain adorned person leaned against the bar with the dark, expressive makeup, the short, black skirt, and the high heel boots.

Then he's caught staring and (Not?) Tim's eyes go wide in what looks like fear and ah shit, there's no way he she was ready to come out to him, but hey, he can be cool, he can roll with this and make sure she knows he's not gonna be a prick about it.

Tim watches Jason approach with absolute dread, because he never, EVER wanted to have to explain the whole 'hi, I'm bi and I love the way my ass looks in a mini-skirt' thing to the most depressingly unavailable straight guy he's ever met. He braces for simply the most awkward 'so is this a sex thing?' conversation ever held between two vigilantes.

Instead though, Jason surprises him, "Sorry for putting you on the spot like this, but can I ask for your name?"

Tim blinks and realizes that between the makeup and the breast forms there's a very good chance Jason has no idea who he is! In fact he probably only intended to chat up some cute goth girl, and if he can manage to play along right he might get out of this with his secret intact!

He pitches his voice up a bit and hopes to god that feminine cadence and the loud music carries him, "Carolina, but you can call me Carol if you like."

"Cool! I dig the spikes by the way," Jason smiles like Carolina's name is some beautiful treasure he's been allowed to glimpse and the dread comes right back up as Tim realizes that he's somehow going to have to find it in himself to turn Jason down.

He ought to do it right now. He ought to tell Jason he's an awfully polite guy but she's already late to go home and dropped her phone in the harbor and is currently walking out the door-

[That paragraph's phrasing was inspired by this song hehehe]

But right now Tim is a weak, weak man, who chooses to pluck at Jason's jacket flirtily, "Thanks, I dig the leather and the white streak! You dye it like that?"

Jason gives him the most adorable deer-in-headlights expression back, "Uh, it's um, it's actually a cold brand? You can kinda see the scar around it if you look close."

"Wait like, liquid nitrogen and metal- deliberately?"

"I mean I dyed it the once, but then uh..." He trails awkwardly with a shrug, "I like it. Nice not to have to do anything more to keep it there. Kinda annoying it doesn't keep any other colors, but, ya'know." Another awkward shrug.

"Huh," He'd always assumed Jason just came back with it, but it being an injury instead actually makes a lot of sense? Was it really deliberate though or was he just saying that? "That's pretty fuckin hardcore."

Jason smiles again, feeling warm at all the compliments, and then internally panics.

Tim Carol is flirting with him probably?! That was not- did he say something weird? How did he come off like... And even if he did how the fuck is he supposed to handle this??

She's a girl, and he's very gay.

It feels sort of awful and cruel to think that he might fall out of love with her just because she changed a few words and her shape. Are human hearts really so fickle that the same person in a different cloth cannot be loved the same way?

At the same time though, Jason has historically been a solid six on the kinsey scale and he's sadly gotta admit the boobs are really not doing it for him. But maybe the above the belt feelings will stay? Is that how this works?? Or maybe he can just kinda... Coach himself through moving to a kinsey five???

He nervously fidgets with his hands and tries looking at her legs. He usually really likes Carol's legs and wants to do all kinds of things with them, and legs are things most people have regardless of gender... He attempts to force himself to focus on all the same features he usually likes, but it's just not the same with the heels and the skirt. The spark is gone.

This is so fucking stupid. He's stupid. This isn't how anything works and he should know it, and maybe he even does know it...

He just can't bring himself to give up on this, though. He's never had a crush reciprocate anything before, and now the world demands that he breaks both their hearts over basically nothing?!

He can't and he won't and he fucking refuses!

[Lots more awkward and not so awkward flirting flipping between their perspectives. Tim enjoying the power trip of turning Jason into a nervous mess just by being fem, thinking it's newly realized attraction that Jason can't normally feel towards him, and Jason panicking about whether or not he can be attracted to her at all. This goes on until they leave so Tim/Carol can catch his/her taxi]

Tim glances out at the road, and prepares to rip his own heart out by giving him a fake number, "Hey, um, I kinda ordered a taxi like before I even went out, so... text me?"

"Yeah sure, I've still got your number, and I'll see you back at the cave tomorrow anyways."

Tim, half turned away, goes rigid, "When the fuck did you figure out who I am?"

"What? Who the fuck else would I think you were?"

"A woman!"

"But like, you are a woman though??"

Tim stares at him, baffled, until the taxi driver leans on the horn and he decides to have this conversation on the way home. He grabs Jason by the wrist and hauls him into the car.

Jason hiss-whispers, "Wait are you in disguise right now? Did you just fucking use me for a case?!"

"No!" Tim hisses back while slamming the door shut behind him, "No, it's unfortunately infinitely more stupid and embarrassing for me!"

"Then...?" Jason gives him a confused gesture to spit it out already.

"I'm a crossdresser. My name's not any different. I'm not a woman. I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to lead you on, I just didn't know what the fuck to do when you came up to me asking for my fucking name."

And that's as far as I got before I abandoned it!

The problem I had with it and the reason I'm never gonna finish it is because there's not really a way to resolve the core tension/conflict that would be satisfactory to me. I need to emphasize here that I don't care about trying to find some kind of """"morally correct"""" way to end it, I just mean personally satisfying for me; any of the possible ways to end it would be morally fine, they just also all make me feel bad lmao

So like obviously the original resolution to the miscommunication was that Tim was a cis dude who just happened to be into dressing up in girly clothes and enjoying men's attention that way. That part on its own would be good, but it does mean that the moment of resolution from Jason's perspective comes out to being "Oh thank goodness you're not trans/not a woman/not a trans woman" and I don't feel great about that. Again, not a morals thing, it'd just leave a bad taste in my mouth.

My second idea was to have Tim realize he might be non-binary/a woman via Jason treating him like a woman and being so accepting of her. As a gay trans man who likes to cross dress in order to enjoy men's attention, this would give me bone dissolving levels of dysphoria!

There was also the problem of how to resolve Jason's sexuality.

As a gay man who spent many, many years of my life attempting to convince myself I was bisexual, any version of making Jason bisexual would give me bone dissolving levels of dysphoria! But like sexuality dysphoria instead of gender dysphoria. It would also eliminate an important source of narrative tension and character motivation.

The traditional version of keeping him gay would mean that Jason turns Carolina/Tim down altogether, which would break Jason's heart, and break Carolina's heart, and break my heart, and also turn the reveal into "it's a tragedy that you're trans/a woman/a trans woman". Infinite pain for zero gain!

I'd actually love to have Jason simply want to try being sexually intimate with an enby/woman Tim and have him decide he likes it even though he's still gay and still not attracted to Carolina/Tim at all. The experiences of sex having ace folks and people who have sex with people they aren't attracted to are really interesting to me and I'd love to explore that - if there was a bit more room to explore it right. This is a tiny one shot. I don't feel like I could properly convey that without putting in way more time and effort than I have to spare on this side project.

I MIGHT someday be convinced to finish this for a few different reasons, but for the forseeable future it won't be worked on. I have SO MANY PROJECTS that are better, more interesting, less awkward to handle, and already half published, like I got better things to do lol, so for now this is the one that got away.

In the meantime though: Please steal this!! If you find the premise interesting, especially if any of the versions that would give me bone dissolving dysphoria appeal to you, please take my words and write more onto them! I'd love to see some version of this finished someday, and I don't mind if someone (or several someones!) end up doing it instead of me, just lemme know if you do and throw a lil bit of credit my way and it's all good :3

[kanmom51]

JK live 25.5.2023 12:03 am KST

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Jaykay our man went live.

And although he surprised us, it by no means was a surprise now, was it?

Kind of feels like a pattern here, doesn't it? JM's off somewhere and JK's on Weverse live, lol.

I love how he always seems to be missing us when JM doesn't seem to be around, or should I put it this way? When JM's around he doesn't give a rat's ass about us? Nah, he loves army, but he definitley has his priorities... and above all, someone we will NEVER compete with for JK's love, is JM. I do wish a big chunk of army would understand that already.

The timing is also, as always, thought out. And this time the date giving us 8/11 and the time giving us the 123 is no coincidence in my apparently very insane opinion.

We also actually have 8/11/15. Shock. Awe. You want to see for yourselves?

25.5.2023 12:03 am KST, right?

So the 8/11 we get from the date: 2+5+2+2=11 and 5+3=8

And then, if we take the time, the 12 and the 03 as they are: 12+3=15 Ta-dah.

8/11/15

I would like to talk for a second here about how happy JK looks.

He himself talks about how he's been cooking a lot and eating a lot and he put on weight. I, for one, think he looks amazing. I hated to see him so skinny back in his Feb lives.

I think this is a first time in a long time we are seeing his eye smile even when it's not about JM. He's happy. He's active. He's working and working out and looking good and gaining muscle. He has JM around more and he's just back on track and he's happy. And it shows.

Satiated. That's a word that comes to mind. He has all the things he loves. JM, food, music, JM. He has it all now.

Also, our Jiminah, must be over the moon with his babe getting his man boobies back.

I mean, those chesties, or dare I say breasties were his besties, he just cannot keep his hand off them. LITERALLY.

And the hair, lol.

How he starts the live with his hair down and then goes to put it up. Am I the only one that as he does that is thinking about this?

Which was JM commenting on JK's mukbang live (which was deleted, ugh), telling him how much he wants to tie his hair back neatly (oh, the cute art we got from that one...).

Can I also mention, before we move on, just how adorable that man is?

He went to grab his glasses cause he didn't see the screen well...

What strikes me every single time is that sense of naivete about him. It feels like he's literally doing these things for the first time, and the excitement and expressions on his face, it's just so sweet/cute. So endearing. I mean, it's not the first time he's worn his glasses, and yet the surprise how much better things look with them on, it's just so adorable.

And of course I cannot not add this edit, cause it's just hilarious.

I'm surprised, yet not surprised every single time again as to how rude and stupid fans can be. At the start of the live, just before JK goes to pull up his hair (and I really want to hope that this wasn't the reason that he tied up his hair at the end), he reads out a comment calling him Jungsoon which is in essence calling him girly or "baby girl", which he replies to:

Which he says twice, followed by...

And he goes to tie his hair but doesn't, sidetracked by a positive comment saying he's been missed. That's also when he goes on to talk about cooking and putting on weight.

Fans like that they just fucking piss me off.

JK talks about not singing too loud at night. Explaining how even though he thought the place was properly sound proofed, and although the neighbours can't hear him singing, they can feel the vibrations from the speakers, oopsy. He received a kind of complaint about it, and says how since he hasn't been singing loudly at night (well, not as loudly, lol).

The live playlist

JK didn't listen to too many songs. He didn't sing too many songs either. In the just over an hour live we got to hear 7 songs.

1. That’s Not How This Works - Charlie Puth

2. NIGHT DANCER - imase

3. Angel Pt. 1 - Kodak Black, Jimin, NLE Choppa, JVKE, Muni Long

4. The Palnet - BTS (this song he didn't actually play, he sang a couple of lines and talked about a little but not actually playing and singing).

5. Seed - Taeyang

6. Super - Seventeen

7. Shoong! - Taeyang feat. Lisa of Blackpink

8. Fighting - Seventeen

And in my mind, the live is kind of split into 2 parts:

Part 1 was dominated by Night dancer and Angel Pt. 1.

Part 2 was Taeyang and Seventeen leaning. Although we got to hear Angel again in part 2, lol.

The way JK keeps doing this, supporting JM and his work, I mean you have to be blind not to see this.

JK literally sang or hummed JM's Angel pt. 1 four times throughout his live, including his funny as hell ad-lib that now that we have the translated live we can well appreciate (I was scared they won't translate that part, but they came through, well at least with that).

FOUR TIMES.

Enjoy an edit of all 4 together:

There is also this, which I did find interesting.

1st time in the live he 'happens to come by it':

2nd time is him singing the lyrics in Korean:

Humming on a little bit longer.

Third time he hummed the song, and the fourth time he hummed it one key higher.

You know what though? Thinking about it, Angel pt. 1 was all through part one and part two of the live (my mental 2 parts of the live peeps), lol. Or maybe let's forget about the parts and say that the live was all about Angel, nope, sorry, got that wrong, it was about Jimin hyung pt. 1 (wink wink).

And this is something JK does. He loves JM. He JM's songs, he loves to sing them. We've seen this time and time again.

Now all we really need is Letter, although I have a feeling we aren't going to get that. Which in itself, their reluctance to talk about it or sing it ever since it's been released, that is a big ass neon light telling us just how private and personal this song is to THEM.

Also, side note, that adlibbed Angel in Korean - JK's how to tell us he's drinking a highball without actually telling us he's drinking a highball, lol.

JK says he's been on YT and TikTok lately (making it clear that he's not on IG, which makes me think he might actually still be lurking on IG, idk, it's the criminal mind in me, lol). That's where he said he first heard Night dancer (will get to that song in a sec) and obviously also saw Jiminie's Seventeen Super dance challenge.

JK told us about how much he's been listening to Night dancer. Can't stop listening to it was more like it. He plays it several times during the live. And it's a good song. I get why he likes it. And the lyrics, I also get why this song is living rent free in his mind.

It's an unexceptional, ordinary night The noise, the sparkle, and you

The clock hands are frozen again The frequented, cluttered room Nothing changed, but as I look back We both had gotten older

The music stops again, you drop the needle We've replayed it so much, we nearly grow bored of it Nothing changed, please don't change You're the only one who's stayed

We avoid the topic with small talk We hesitate to touch the subject We stop to push the hands forward Our breaths start to sync

It's an unexceptional, ordinary night Dance with the noise, the sparkle, and you It's an average, boring night But let's move forward together

Your translucent, pale skin Your carefree smile Nothing changed, please don't change But this is only just for now

The more I stare The more memories that overflow A cup of coffee for a wavering heart A disheveled room, a scratchy melody Let's blend together, one more time

It's an unexceptional, ordinary night Dance with my beating heart, my elation, and you It's an average, boring night But let's move forward together

The night is long and uncertain The music could stop at any moment I want to be with you, to drown with you I don't care if tomorrow never comes

It's an unexceptional, ordinary night Dance with the noise, the sparkle, and you It's an average, boring night Love me Who cares anymore, just look at me Let's dance as we sway and stumble It's an unexceptional, ordinary night But let's move forward together

I keep going back to read and re-read those lyrics. Eyes tear up. This is definitely one that hits the heart strings, and so understandably a song that JK is feeling right now.

I don't know if you guys remember the ask I had a long while back asking me to pick a Troye Sivan song for every year of Jikook's relationship.

Thing is, for 2022-3 it wouldn't be a Troye Sivan song I would choose. It would be this one.

The song is by a Japanese artist called Imase, who went online to thank and show his appreciation to JK for listening to his song and mentioning it in his live.

I can't help but wonder if this is why JK knows that Japanese YT teacher so well, is he touching up on his Japanese?

So, part 2 JK sang 2 songs by Taeyang (hilarious how he stops singing Shoop the second it's Lisa's part), 2 songs by Seventeen, talked about how Jun taught him the dance for Super and Mingyu asked him to do the challenge but hasn't called him, and then proceeded to say that he won't do it, lol.

Pity, I'm sure he'd rock it.

He also talked about watching Go Seventeen and how funny they were.

I do love how he's sharing with us the songs he loves, the shows he likes, and also supporting his partner and his friends.

JK also mentioned he saw the photo of his female lookalike, Hira Saya, lol.

JK talked about Hobi finishing his basic training that day. Sending them a selfie to their group chat.

I personally am not prepared for that day.

But the hilarious part, once again, is does he not think we will notice his hair getting shorter?????

Again, that naivete of his, just like he was surprised he was so easily recognized at Coachella, lol.

After singing fighting, JK, as we so dearly know him, turns to the camera and asks: "should we sleep now?"

He turns back to sing fighting for a few seconds and then:

Adds "fighting for tomorrow", waves bye, says he dropped by briefly to play, that he'll find good songs for us and come back, asking "but these are all songs that you already knew, right? You probably listen to more music than I do. I really don't listen to music", waves bye, says not to get sick and be happy, and he's done.

Lol.

Look, it's not like he didn't warn us. Multiple times. He said he'd have to go to sleep at 1 am cause he has somewhat of a schedule the next morning. It's the way he does it that has me on the floor laughing.

I didn't talk about the CP song he played and sang, because yeah, CP, not much to talk about, other than again, this is an artist that JK likes, admires, and one that he is choosing to share his music with us and sing his songs.

Anyways, before I end this, a couple of points I noticed:

The songs he played and sang to us. JK said it loud and clear. And his live closing statement kind of cements the fact that he came to sing these songs he thinks are good songs, and that even though he, in his own words, doesn't really listen to music these days, is obviously listening to these songs and wanted to play them and sing them to us. Songs that happen to be by his partner (4 times he goes back to Angel pt. 1 in his live for a total of over 5 minutes singing or humming or adlibbing it), his friends (Seventeen), artists he admires (CP and Taeyang) and a special extra song that happens to live in his head at the moment (Night dancer).

The absence of the songs he didn't play. I think it was kind of loud and clear, don't you?

Anyway, JK came back to us, as he has been doing when JM is absent. He's happy. He looks happy. So I'm happy. And as much as I want more frequent lives from him, if JM being away or absent is the catalyst then I would rather he have his Jiminie by his side than me enjoy him going live. And him going live is pure joy. Do you understand what I'm willing to give up here? Do I need to make myself any clearer?

I want them to be happy is all.

💜💛

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 1: Degradation

SCP 735 X GN!Reader - I, again, do not specify what is between your legs only that you get penetrated. Kind of a companion piece to the SCP 173 fics from previous years.

Warnings: Degradation, toy usage, slight voyeurism? Implied cheating but not really. It's mentioned once.

AN: well. Can't even begin to tell you guys how much I regret even thinking of this.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

The fact that this project was greenlit has you thoroughly convinced that someone in power legitimately hates you. This was more than humiliating and embarrassing, as if fucking in front of researchers while SCP 173 plays ungodly awful music blares times to a strobe light wasn’t enough, this… This might be your final straw. 

This is embarrassing. This is genuinely embarrassing. 

You cannot believe that you’re sitting on a chair, legs spread, stuffing a toy lathered in sticky lube into your greedy hole just because you find the voice of SCP 735 hot. 

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that you filthy whore,” SCP 735’s metallic voice audibly grins. He has no physical form, but gods you can feel hands run up and down your heated form. They’re grasping hungrily at your thighs and pressing around your toy, phantom fingers wrapped around it like they’re stretching you out even further. 

You moan pathetically as you bring the toy out and let the tip prod your hole. You bite your lip as you watch it slowly start to push deeper inside of you. “It–it feels so good,” you cry out as you arch your back. You want to shove the toy inside of you to the hilt and make yourself cum from the overwhelming feeling but SCP 735 stops you. 

A clearing of his voice has your attention. “Put that dildo on me, it has a suction cup - I can see it, and fucking ride me like the useless cum dump you’re meant to be.” 

You feel embarrassment heat your face as you clamber in a lustful gaze upwards onto the table. You don’t care if it can hold you up or not, only that it feels like he’s fucking you to put you back in place. The insult box’s voice lowers as you place the dildo on top of it. You can feel the eyes of researchers on you but pay them no mind as you mount the dildo again. It’s got a thin base, before growing thicker and thicker to stretch you out perfectly when it hilts. 

“Come on, stop wasting time and ride me. Put that needy hole of yours to good use and take me. Can’t even stay loyal to a fucking statue because you’re so goddamn horny.” His voice hisses and those phantom hands are back to groping you and spreading you as wide as they can. “I just want those fucks that are looking at you to have a good view of your hole spread wide open,” he chuckles in that same hissing tone. Those phantom hands squeeze you again before outright pulling you down and making you take the dildo. 

A loud cry rips out from your throat as you ride it. Loud, sinful moans echo through the room, bouncing off the tile as those same phantom hands roughly guide you on the toy. You don’t care that the lube is gushing out on top of SCP 735’s cold top, only that he seems to be bringing you a pleasure you can’t even begin to explain. “Oh, oh fuck,” you whimper as you get closer and closer to your release bursting from you. 

“Needy, needy fucking whore,” SCP 735 spits, “don’t be such a disappointing fuck and ride me harder.” 

[xzerosparrowx]

For week seven of @astrangersummer

Prompt: "or maybe we don't." / laugh | wc: 1,061 | Rating: M | cw: drug use, mentions of a dead character (Barbara) | tags: skinny dipping, night swimming, trespassing, inspired by Pablo Neruda, soft love, Steve PoV.

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like sunshine on skin, a warm blanket in winter.

“... I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love…” - Pablo Neruda (One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII)

The leaves rustle gently in the balmy summer breeze, the hum of crickets and cicadas fill the air like music and in the gentle darkness of a clear night Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson lounge on the rooftop of the Harrington house.

Milky white smoke curls in the air between them, the heady scent of earth, pine, and plum fill their lungs until their limbs are slow and deliberate. The stars are bright and clear, pinpricks of light against the expansive, endless darkness, and in the blue night, Steve cannot help but think that Eddie Munson is beautiful.

“So, you don't like swimming in your own pool?” Eddie breathes out, holding out the blunt for Steve to take.

The hairs on Steve's arm stand on end when the brush against Eddie's fingers is warm and electric. “Yeah,” he says, sucking in the smoke, “I have this dream where I'm in there doing breast stroke or something and every time I come up for air I'd see her sitting at the edge of the pool looking at me.” Steve recalls, taking another hit, holding it out to Eddie.

“Fuck man, that's rough,” Eddie mumbles, bringing the joint to his mouth. They're silent for a few moments, basking in the stillness of night.

Steve can see the jagged scar that cuts into the pale skin of Eddie's jaw, a blooming drop of blood against fresh snow. He knows there are more scars all over Eddie's body, more splatters of blood. Steve has only been able to peek at those ones, glances through partially open bathroom doors, and loose singlets at gigs. He wants to touch all of them, to feel Eddie against his lips, and know that he is warm and alive.

“But other pools you're ok swimming in?” Eddie asks, giving the joint back to Steve.

Steve shrugs “yeah, I guess,” he answers, taking the last hit and stubbing the joint on the tile beneath him.

“Well, that does it then,” Eddie stands, brushing off non-existent dirt from his black jeans.

“What?”

“I feel like going for a swim, and we can't go in the one you see ghosts in,” Eddie explains, climbing through the window that leads into Steve's bedroom.

“Is it Hagan or Carver that's got a pool?” Eddie asks when Steve follows him down the stairs.

“Hagan, but Carver lives near Lovers Lake. I think they got like a dock or something,” Steve rambles. He's still following Eddie, the other boy opening the door to the garage and making a beeline to Steve's bike.

“Lovers Lake can get fucked,” Eddie scoffs, pushing the bike to the garage door just as Steve pushes the button to open it. It's only when Eddie is already halfway down the driveway, swinging a leg over the bike that Steve's brain catches up.

“Hey hey hey hey,” he runs, placing his hands on the handlebars, “or how about maybe we don't go over to Tommy's to use his pool?”

“And why not?”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, the other settling on his hip “shit man, cause it’s the middle of the night. They're gonna be asleep.”

Eddie cackles, bright and loud, a soft look in his eyes as if Steve were a particularly cute puppy “that's kind of the point, Stevie.”

“We don't have any swimming trunks,” Steve adds, not really knowing the point he is trying to make.

“Night swimming and skinny dipping usually go hand in hand, big boy,” Eddie concludes, the large grin on his face softening into something else.

“Ok fine, but I'm dri- I'm gonna be the one riding the bike, you're no-muscle-having-legs won't be able to push the bike with both of us on it.”

Eddie gets off the bike with a bark of laughter, and Steve hops on, taking a large steadying breath when he feels Eddie's hands on his shoulders as the other boy stands on the bike behind him.

It is not a long bike ride. The Hagan's are practically neighbors, separated by a bit of the forest surrounding them. Eddie climbs off, and Steve follows, their footsteps silent as they approach the wooden fence that cuts the backyard off to the rest of the world. Steve watches Eddie climb smoothly over it, and he wonders if the guy has done this before.

Steve lands on the other side without issue, his eyes landing on Eddie, who is already standing by the edge of the pool and toeing off his shoes.

They take off their clothes in silence, casting them aside in a heap until the pair are in nothing but their boxer briefs. Steve's eyes roam the planes of Eddie's torso, the badges of survival pinned all over.

“Steve,” he hears Eddie whisper, the low voice bringing him back so their eyes meet.

It is a slow process, but Steve's heart quickens when Eddie’s ringed hands toy with the waistband of their underwear, his mouth going dry the further Eddie pulls them down. Steve wants to touch. God, he wants to touch him.

“Your turn,” Eddie says, throwing his underwear to the pile of clothes. Steve quickly follows suit, his eyes latched onto Eddie, watching the other boy watching him.

They don't dive in the water. Instead, they slowly slip in, the cool water sending a rush of goosebumps over Steve's skin. They laugh quietly together, breathy and hesitant, the thrill and fear of trespassing and being caught thrumming between them. They swim in circles around each other, a string between them that pulls them closer second by second until they are only a breath away.

Steve cannot look away from Eddie. Not when Eddie closes his eyes. Or when his fingers lightly caress Eddie's jaw. And never when the boy leans into the touch.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, saying his name like a promise, a confession, a prayer, and permission.

It is not fast or loud. There are no dark clouds of doubt and fear. It is a slow, gentle thing, a truth like golden sunshine against skin, a warm blanket in winter. It is simple and uncomplicated.

Steve loves Eddie.

[yippieitsarvensart]

Tweels hc doodles + notes!

Goodness me, I've not been working on these for very long but here's all of what I've thought of within 2 days of thinking about them!! I basically started writing about them the moment I finished drawing "the fuck you brothers" post (9/24) (and today, 9/26) I totally have been thinking about them more after I wrote all this, so I will be continuing on with my hcs right here, under the cut :3 (keep in mind I have not yet played twst! If I get anything gravely wrong correct me!) (9/28, edit: I downloaded twst y'all...)

Both of the twins are autistic, just being on very different ends of er... intensity? Idk how to word that. I just mean that Floyd is someone who has trouble regulating his emotions and stims a lot. Jade doesn't stim as often, he probably would if he were infodumping about mushrooms/his terrariums or whatever else. I think I mean. That Jade suppressed his autistic tendencies by a lot to seem more like a gentleman, while Floyd doesn't really give much of a shit and probably doesn't even know he's autistic.

on that note they both have ADHD. AuDHD brothers.

Anyways as I way saying abt Floyd stimmies; He stims a LOT. Just, all the damn time. It gets so annoying for a lot of people and everyone knows he can't control it. His clingyness is also stimming, he's very touchy. A lot of stim toys don't actually help him but he does calm down significantly more when he's wearing headphones and listening to loud music. That's what stimulates him the most.

Jade only stims when excited, yeah I mentioned that. But did I mention he also stims a lot when stressed. In front of costumers, if he was stressed he might only fiddle with his fingers behind his back. But as soon as he gets away it's full body stimming time baby. Mans is not okay but he cannot let that mask slip!! (I forgot the word before, but I meant to say in my first dotpoint that jade is better at masking than Floyd!!)

Floyd mcr liker >_< (songs about depression and drugs to think about violence to!) Floyd also likes shit like "41 mins of roblox music" or any spongebob music. skull emoji.

Jade Laufey liker :33 (calm songs to think about violence to!)

Floyd likes dancing around in his room to music. Like really getting into it. Putting one song on loop and doing the same dance moves over and over again. (stimming) (oh my god I'm PROJECTING AGAIN stop....)

Jade likes drawing mushrooms. He's really good at drawing nature and when I say "good" I mean if you looked at it, you'd think it was a picture. Like abnormally good for someone who used to not even have paper available...

I saw this from a moot once on twitter I think, but they both (+ Azul) probably had a hard time adjusting to walking around everywhere instead of swimming when they first came onto land. And I think there was something about holding on to bars on stairs WAYY too tight because they feel so wobbly going up them. Same with like, escalators? and elevators? didn't fucking trust them. And they still don't sometimes... Adding onto this I think that they'd both get really frustrated at first with it. Like genuinely really upset; Floyd dramatically falling to the floor and flailing around on the verge of tears while Jade punches the ground over and over... They obviously got better at land things after a long while but for a bit they were just so. not okay LOL

I think for casual/home clothes they'd both be really into big fluffy jumpers. massive fucking huge fluffy shits. They'd be all over the texture and it would be so so texture /pos drooling emoji

I had a little thing that I thought of where I would give Floyd Heart shaped eye shines PLUS an extra smaller not heart eye shine. And giving Jade a square shaped shine with no extra shines. It just makes so much sense to me. Like I can't explain it very well but if you get it, you get me. Do you get me...

WHICH leads me to say then that when Floyd gets MAD he would have NO eye shines. Do you get me. I totally make sense right/. And Jade getting happy about anything even if it doesn't show on his face it would totally show in his eyes... Which also brings me back to something I wrote in my doodle notes with the pupils being like cats... OUGH I'M GOING INSANE DO I MAKE SENSE

another thing my twt moot said !! Floyd would hate necklaces/rings/other accessories and jewelry! It relates back to my point about Floyd hating the feeling of tight clothes, and things touching his skin too much. I feel like if he had say, a necklace on for like 0.1s he would rip it the fuck off, destroying the necklace in the process

Floyd: :3 (aggressive)

Floyd loving to squeeze people but hurting them is 90% of the time on purpose hurting and 10% accidental hurting and when it IS accidental he gets so upset about it. I like to think Floyd is the more emotional out of the two... just so many emotions in that boy. like he just !! wants to give you love !!! but he's so strong he breaks ur ribs !!!! many of ur ribs!! ur honestly surprised you haven't punctured a lung yet!!!

On that note they BOTH are extremely touch starved. Floyd would fucking LOVE it if someone were to lay down on top of him for hours he would feel so squished!! and warm and nice!! and comfy!

Jade on the other hand, LOVES holding hands. holding ONTO something holding onto someONE.

Jade is a gift giver (love language) I bet you can't guess what Floyd is

His love language is Physical touch. Yeah

Jade getting people way too many gifts when it's a special occasion for them because he thinks they might think it's weird if he gets them a gift on any other day.

Floyd hyperpop liker (just overall really likes loud thrashy music or whatever)

Floyd also really got into those games where you have to beat the shit out of a dummy. He doesn't like ones where you have to TIME a hit to make it work (makes him annoyed bc he can't do it) Games like Pou I think....

While Jade enjoys colour by number or those hue games? just doing it in his free time.

[dead0nightshade]

This headcanon has a decent sized lead in to explain it and its really silly in the end, so bear with me. (It also might be a bit all over the place because I'm trying to bang this out quickly becore I have to go, lol)

Zhongli being immortal means that he is a very patient man(Dragon? Dragon.) dispite the ferocity and feral tendency of his youth. So when he meets Childe for the first time and realizes that, yes, this is the man he wants to spend his days with, he's probably hoping that his immortality will end when he forks over his gnosis.

Unfortunately for poor Zhongli, it doesn't, and while he has the time that he craved for with Childe, his darling love is only mortal. But this is Tayvat, where all the world is a stage and the actors will always be called back time and time again for the rolls they have to play, so all Zhongli really needs to do is wait.

It's painful. So painful. Everytime his heart leaves him he's forced to pause and wallow in his own loneliness while waiting for the cycle of things to restart. The first few times really nearly broke him.

But, after a while, he would be able to start looking forward to running into his baobai again and especially looking forward to seeing what trouble Childe manages to get into in this new life.

Of course, Zhongli cannot maintain his position as funeral consultant for too long. People might start to get suspicious when a man claiming to be a fellow mortal doesn't age. He has to switch things up from time to time. And if, in that switching up, he learns how to put himself in the best positions possible to interact with Childe intimately on this new stage, well nobody is going to call him out on his schemes.

On top of this, Zhongli might have stepped down as The Lord of Geo, but he is still The Prime Adepti no matter what he does. So sometimes he...invites his fellow adepti into his new schemes.

Now, they aren't always completely fresh ideas. He's been a professor several times (not just because he loves the way Childe jokingly called him that in their first life together all those years ago), a member of the millelith in various positions a few times, a boss of a (shall we say) family twice, an artist several times, a champion fighter, an underground fighter, a historical advisor, a museum curator, a librarian, and (much to Venti's loud and cackling amusement) a bard/poet three times.

When times start to shift and things change, he learns new hats too. Joining Venti in learning how to fly planes is always a memory he'll hold as guilded gold (though he can never quite tell if it's out of fondness or from pure frustration). The invention on the internet and watching the subsequent changes from that has been fascinating.

But through it all, every passing of every year, he’s always doing it for Childe. He loves seeing the new ways the younger man will come waltzing into his life. He dreads the days when Childe inevitably has to bow out of it too.

So it goes without saying that Zhongli hoards Childe's time as all these years pass. Hoards away Childe's opinions on the times they live in like their gospel. Hoards Childe's things for him in carefully preserved, neatly arranged rows.

The one thing he can't ever seem to get enough of is the music that Childe brings with him. Zhongli can mark memories to songs that Childe sung along to or hummed the tune of while cooking. He can mark eras and areas by the style and tempo to which Childe swung his hips and laughed to.

Zhongli cannot begin to count the pieces of music that he keeps stored in his hoard, some of it so old that the notes on the yellowed pages haven't been heard by mortal ear for eons. Zhongli was extatic when they came out with vinyl records. Cassettes were even better becuasethey were smaller and took up less space. And then they came out with CDs and Zhongli had to commend mortals for the wonders of their minds. He lost his fucking mind when the first digital music players became avaliable (and then discovered, to his frustration, that the little devices could only hold so much data. He got happier with them as they advanced.)

So when Childe walks back into his life, Zhongli is always excited to reintroduce him to all of his past live's favorites and then show him all the songs Zhongli has been listening to in the mean time. No matter what hat the two of them are wearing in this fresh start, weather it be cop and robber, student and teacher, or fighter to fighter, Zhongli herds them both into a comfortable space with a music player and plays music while he re-bonds with his beloved again.

All of this to say this: This latest reincarnation of Childe, if he was born in the later parts of the 90s/the early parts of the 2000s would have quite a few opinions on music when sitting down with Zhongli. And Zhongli, who does his best but has never really kept up with the more petty tendencies of mortals would very unironically love some music that Childe might have gotten negative opinions about from growing up in the times that he did.

Here's the thing, when Childe's at home, he has his younger siblings, and for a while he was the younger sibling, so most of what he listens to is clean for kids. (I'm sure mans has most of the Tayvat equivalent to Disney memorized at this point.) He's also a workaholic (as evidenced by the fact that The Knave said he was supposed to be on vacation in Fontaine, but when we meet up with him again he's literally out working for the branch of Northland Bank in the area) So if someone on the internet says a band is cheesy, unless he wants to use up his scant little bit of personal time to check it out, he usually just has to take them at thier word. It probably fits that in this life, he works as a Northland Bank official (and sometimes participates in the particular brand of dept collection all Snezhnayan banks are known for)

Here's the other thing, Zhongli is a fan of rock and roll music, as evidenced by Xinyan's voice line about him (if you know you know. If you don't, go look it up it's fucking hilarious. All the headcanons about Zhongli, the god of rocks, loving rock music give me life and I love the little but of crumblike evidence for it) and is probably thrilled to listen to the way its changed and evolved over the years. He's also thrilled with the way its grown in popularity! I think in this life he probably decided to take it easy and fall back into one of his old roles. It probably helps that the new director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor reminds him so much of her ancestor.

So, when Zhongli and Childe sit down, Zhongli will definitely just start playing the music. Childe will probably listen to the lyrics first (as an elder sibling gaging if something is appropriate for the younger ones might). Now, the song that Zhongli is showing him right now is not appropriate for his siblings, but Childe like it alot.

Curious, he asks Zhongli what the name of the band is. Imagine Childe's face when Zhongli replies, unironically and happily, Nickelback. Imagine Childe's internal struggle when he realizes he really likes Nickelback dispite everything he's read on the internet dissing them (for no reason). Imagine the blush on Childe's face when he hears some of the things described in those songs coming off of the elegant funeral consultant's lips (low key imagining them doing some of those things together( the song 'animals' comes to mind )

In short, Zhongli would unironically like Nickelback and would make Childe like them too. Childe would not know what that.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[didishawn]

some Jules kounde smut plssss

This request surely made me see Koundé on a different light

No more Muchachos (Jules Koundé x Argentinian Reader) smut

Warnings: a bit of teasing because of the World Cup final, Koundé fucks you hard to shut you up, smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

If he has to hear the song one more time, Koundé will go mad.

En Argentina nací (I was born in Argentina)

Tierra del Diego y Lionel (land of Diego and Lionel)

De los pibes de Malvinas (of the guys frtom Malvinas)

Que jamás olvidaré (that I will never forget)

No te lo puedo explicar (I can't explain)

Porque no vas a entender (because you won't understand)

Las finales que perdimos (the finals that we lost)

Cuantos años la lloré (how many years I cried them)

Pero eso se terminó (but that finished)

Porque en el Maracaná (because in the Maracaná)

La final con los brazucas (the final with the Brazilians)

La volvió a ganar papá (Dad won it again)

He knows you are on heaven since the World Cup final, and doesn't matter how sad you felt for his loss, your happiness was greater at seeing Messi finally lifting up the Cup -even he was excited for that.

But he seriously cannot keep on going like this, everyday Muchachos sounds on repeat in your home, your low humming going with the music and always with a teasing look on your eye.

His teammates and the media find it so funny, how much you seem to love your dear Argentina over him -even he finds it funny, but can't help but dream of setting you straight as he finds himself singing the lyrics even when you are not around.

Dreams do become true.

Is what Koundé thinks as he pounds into you from the back, one hand pulling you back, the other on your hair pushing your face to be buried in between your comfortable pillows.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

He hears your muffled yes and smirks, hips still pistoning into yours.

"This is what needed to be done, isn't it? A good fuck so you can stop being an annoying little shit, love reminding me about that day, don't you?"

You lift your head, even with glossy eyes you still give him a teasing look, "No es mi culpa que perdieran, pa. Era para Sudamérica no para Europa" you hum, he groans, even if he loves how thick your accent gets on times like this. (not my fault you lost, dude. It was for South America not for Europa)

"You really are a little shit"

He spins you around, holding one of your legs up, kissing your ankle then placing it on his shoulder, reaching deeper inside you, his length and width have you closing your eyes and whining, it hurts so good -an expression you never understood until meeting Jules.

His lips are on yours, he wants to be the one thing you think about, his fingers playing with your bundle of nerves have you squirming around.

You are trembling, your moans are getting higher, nails leaving marks on his back, you bite into his neck, making him groan out and thrust harder.

He looks down at you, so much love in his eyes yet his thrusts are nothing but punishment, hard and fast, his lips are all over you, your breasts, neck, face, hair, one caressing your stomach, calming you down, a sweet kiss on your cheek. You are close, he can tell, he knows everything about you and can recognise the signs.

"Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you around me"

You moan as you reach your extasis, whines leaving your mouth as he continues on fucking you. You can feel him throb inside of you, you caress his back with you nails -something you know he loves, and have him trembling.

He suddenly leaves your insides, taking your hand and dragging you to the edge of the bed, he stands in front of you, your face inches away from his cock as he jerks himself off, a loud moan sounds as he cums on your face and he groans when he sees the look you give him while cleaning yourself off and moaning at his taste.

He cleans you up, and you lay side by side, you cuddling into his chest as he caresses you ans kisses your head.

He smiles down at you "Is that enough to get you to stop playing that goddamm song?"

"Sure, I suppose"

You will just have to start playing 3 estrellas en el conjunto, you guess.

[moonlit-escape]

⋆⛧°. ⋆ Sasha Mystreet headcanons !!

i have a tummy ache rn from eating too much. anyway here's sasha i lobe her

half russian, half korean

demisexual (this is me projecting not just bc of her color palette i promise dont LOOK at me like that)

still pretty closed off, cold, and stoic. but, once in a blue moon, gene and zenix get her to genuinely laugh or mouth off and get angry and they absolutely relish in it

they're best friends :(

the only one of the three who can currently legally drive.

breakcore / hyperpop-punk Queen !! (crystal castles, quinn, swrslvt/cynthoni, laura les, snafu, charli xcx, xn88ax. yknow, shit i added to her playlist)

PIERCINGS!! honestly w all these headcanons, if they are/were a punk, they have piercings. she has double eyebrow piercings, a bellybutton piercing, and a tongue piercing

got deeper into and still practices witchcraft, just not potions or spells. she prefers her palm-reading, tarot, herbal mixtures and remedies, and crystal charges

im planning on making her patron saint someone from MCD that didn't get to mystreet, but first i have to actually Watch MCD.

loves scented candles and incense. she has pretty incense holders all around the house

favourite video game is luigi's mansion

always plays luigi during mario party and always loses. but it's fine bc she always wins mario kart (zenix is always princess peach and gene always plays one of the fuckin monster goons: dry bones, shy guy, goomba, one of the koopa kids)

had a crush on gene at one point, and they even tried out a relationship in uni, but then realized they were just doing the same exact things they did as friends and weren't really going anywhere, so they stayed besties

uses potion bottles as water bottles because they're just more practical

runs a vampire fanfic tumblr blog. she makes really fuckin good vampire au fanfics of really popular fandoms

has a butterfly knife and switchblade collection. they're all really pretty

zenix made her match phone charms with him, but he tells everyone she forced him (nobody believes him)

her and gene used to be skater buddies (zenix couldnt figure out how to skate for the life of him), but she's the only one who still skates around sometimes

i don't know how to explain this to anyone and it is honestly just my own delusion but oh my God did sasha have a mini crush on katelyn in high school

like it wasn't anything super. but she cannot lie to herself and say she didn't have fun during gym getting to see katelyn

typical "goth gf" reads classic literature and edgar allen poe poems and short stories. but also she has to work, so she listens to audiobooks

it's not that she doesn't feel her emotions or anything, but more-so she's just not used to expressing them, and doesn't know how to properly. and now, she feels like it's too late and would be too awkward to learn how

so, she expresses herself in other ways. like through her loud music, or her witchcraft, or through pen sketches and painting

she likes to go on walks every once in a while in completely random or strange places. yknow, ones where it feels like you shouldn't really be going. and sometimes she sketches whatever she finds there and thinks about

whenever she has a particularly.. excruciatingly stressful day, she likes to lay on the floor with her astral projector light, listen to music, and take an edible. it helps her calm down, and feel like she's in a different world for a while

it has backfired before though, because her mind went to the wrong place, and she ended up having a panic attack. so, she makes sure she only does it when both of the guys are home to check on her and ground her if she does start spiraling

Don't do drugs, kids. And if you REALLY have to try it because you're stupid, don't do it Stupidly. have a babysitter. a Trusted babysitter. and don't start with edibles. Be safe, or fuck up and die

[bakusatxuki]

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RIN ITOSHI (NSFW)

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Warnings: nsfw contents, dom!Rin, brat!female-reader, vaginal sex, oral receiving (m/f), breeding kink.

If you’re under 18, I suggest not to read this story.

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The music is not so loud at the local where me and Rin are to celebrate the victory of his team against Ubers.

<<WE HAVE TO RAISE A TOAST TO OUR LITTLE RIN FOR MAKING THE FINAL GOAL.>> Screams Julian Loki, raising his arm with a glass of some alcoholic drink in his hand.

Rin turns his head, looking at Shidō with a smirk on his lips, taking a sip of his drink.

<<The hell are you looking at, Itoshi? Next final goal will be mine… with you’re pretty girl~>> replies the blonde, trying to touch my head.

Shidō knows how much possessive is Rin with me so he doesn’t lose the chance to make him boiling in anger.

<<If you think you have a chance to fuck me, Ryusei, you’re out of the road. I already have someone who I can scream his name.>> I say with a little smile while other players are making fun of him.

<<I think I could make you scream more than he actually does, y’know, babygirl?~>>

Rin comes behind me, letting me perceive his dick against my ass, making my intimacy squirm.

<<I really doubt of it, Shidō.>>

At the end of the celebration, we all return to the hotel. I greet the boys with a smile and open the door of mine and Rin’s hotel room. Suddenly, Rin carries my body against the wall, pressing me with his. His hot breath touches my neck, making me silently moan.

<<What was that?>> He says with a hoarse voice, kissing my neck.

<<T-That what?>> I whisper.

<<All that conversation with Shidō. You know that I hate when you two speak about sex, especially if he wants to fuck you.>>

His hands run across my body, pulling off my little dress, leaving me with only my panties on.

<<I think it’s time to fuck you so hard so he can hear you screaming my name and tomorrow watching you unable to walk properly on your legs. He’s in the room next to our, isn’t he?>>

I feel a wet sensation between my thighs and I look at him. <<Are you so sure you can do it? Maybe he’s right. Maybe he can make you scream more than you do, RinRin~>>

His eyes darkened, looking at me with luxury and anger.

<<You bratty slut.>> He whispers turning me, my face is against the wall, bending me up.

He slaps my buttcheek and I let out a little scream.

<<Rin!>>

His hands tear my panties, leaving him full view on my wet intimacy.

<<You’re already wet and I only called you slut. You like it, don’t you? Who you are?>>

I don’t speak, until he’s hitting me again on my ass.

<<I said: who.you.are?>>

<<Y-Your slut, Rin!>> I say with some tears tracing my face.

Rin puts my body on the bed and with his hands he’s spreading my legs open.

<<Now I wanna hear your voice. Be loud so that motherfucker can hear you.>>

His mouth is on my wet intimacy, eating me out. I cannot contain my voice, sobbing and moaning his name repeatedly. One of his fingers slide into my hole and my walls squeeze around. His tongue is playing with his fingers, opening my wet hole. My legs are shaking, signalling I’m almost cumming.

<<Rin.. Rin.. Rin..!>>

My hands run on his head, takes a couple of his hairs, pushing his face closer so the tip of his nose stimulates my clit. He just startand he’s already make a mess of me.

<<Don’t you dare cumming until I say you can do it. Did I explain myself clear?>>

I nod, blabbing something no sense. Then I feel his hot tongue on my clit, stimulate it in the best way possible. He’s really good with his mouth. His medium finger is pumping in and out of me, followed by a second one until they touch my G-spot, making me cum. I let out a scream, closing Rin’s face between my thighs.

I relax, searching for air, when my eyes meet the anger ones of Rin’s.

<<I didn’t allow you to cum. Now you have to receive your punishment. On your knees.>>

<<Rin..>>

<<I said: on you knees.>>

He unzips his black jeans, taking them off. I take a look at his dick, always covered by his boxer. I take them off, hearing he sighing.

<<Now suck it. Like the good slut you are.>>

I lick his tip, grabbing his dick with a hand and start sucking him off.

<<Fuck. Yes. Just like this. Good slut.>> He closes his eyes, bringing his hands on my head, pushing my head to make me take him deeper.

<<I know you can do more, that you can suck me all.>>

His tip is at my deepest point, letting my tears fall once again.

<<Fuck. So good. I’m cumming. Drink it.>>

He pushes his waist against my face, spurting all his white load down my throat.

I lick my lips without wasting a single drop.

<<Now on your fourth.>>

I do as he said, until he slides all of his dick inside my hole, touching my deepest point with his tip.

<<RIN!>>

I scream his name, grabbing the sheets under me, moving my hips with Rin’s. His hands grab my tits, playing with my nipples.

My screams are louder and louder, making the boy behind me smirks.

<<Like this baby, let him hear whose the name you scream. Let him know that only I can fuck you so good.>>

I moan again and again, turning my head to look at Rin covered in sweat.

<<You’re so hot, baby. Yes. I can feel you squeeze around my dick. Do you want to cum, slut?>> He says, slapping my butt.

<<Y-Yes!>>

<<Beg for it. Beg for cumming and for having my cum inside you.>>

My entire body is trembling, near the orgasm.

<<Please, please Rin! I need to cum. I-I want you to cum inside me. Please. I want feel your cum, I want you to make me pregnant.>>

He kisses my neck, moving his mouth next to my ear.

<<I’ll give you a lot of babies. I’ll fill you up with my cum.>>

<<YES. RIN PLEASE.>>

It takes only a couple of pushes to make me scream so loud, unleashing my orgasm, so does Rin. I can feel his hot cum painting my walls, pushing his cum deeper in me.

<<Fuck. The best fuck in my life.>> He whispers, watching his cum spurting out from my hole.

Rin takes me between his arms, kissing my face.

<<You did a great job, baby, now rest. I’m here and I’m not leaving your side.>>

<<Since when you’re so sweet, RinRin?>> I whisper, tired.

He opens his mouth to reply, interrupted by a knock on the wall.

<<I don’t want to hear you two having sex anymore. You Itoshi sucker!>>

We look at each other, laughing.

<<I love you.>>

<<I love you too, RinRin.>>

[bigender-cowboy]

Sorry I kinda died there for a second lol. Anyways I’m going to explain why under the cut, and it’s kind of one big vent. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to and you’re a mutual or something.

(Tw: SA, Eating disorders, child abuse, etc)

So basically I’ve been really going through it mentally. After what happened to me this summer, everything hit me hard. The severe abuse I went through by my mother’s words and hands messed me up. I was allowed to starve myself for days with no attention, causing me to do things like pass out. I also didn’t always have access to clean water, and when we ran out I went thirsty. Most clean water was warm (which I have no problem with) but I was also locked in a room with blankets surrounding me and the hot air from my broken window that didn’t shut felt like it was killing me. My room (which wasn’t actually mine) was also a wreck, with no space room to walk, stuff on both my bunk and my sister’s, and even rats (though these were all around the house). Outside my room was no better, and I’d go as far as to call it a hoarder’s home. There was mold, clothes everywhere, pills laying around, knives laying around, plates laying around, cups, spilled milk, items everywhere, and more. In summary, it was hell. A hot, disgusting, and horrible hell. This has deeply affected me, and I’m currently suffering from the aftermath of it all. It made my ED so fucking bad. I relapsed while I was there, only adding more scars to my poor body. I was supposed to take care of my sister, and instead she’d bring me freshly cooked meals after realizing I hadn’t eaten in days. That made me feel so guilty. I felt horrible, really. Now, upon any chance of recovery, my mom chased me across the country. She only lives around 30-60 minutes away, and tries to leave gifts. This is incredibly harmful to me and makes me feel so bad I get nauseous.

Again, I’m suffering from past trauma. I was SA’d by one girl multiple times, who I still talk to. I’m scared of letting her go knowing what she knows about me. Somehow only recently this fucked me up so bad. She makes jokes about it. I get so nauseous when she does. It’s so triggering to me, and every day we don’t talk I get happier before remembering that she could be talking about me. I get extremely paranoid and am overly attached to her because of this. One of the bigger factors that made me stop posting was fear of her somehow finding my blog and showing everyone it, something I deeply want no one to find. I can’t open up to anyone but one of my friends, who used to date her and understands how manipulative and abusive she is. I appreciate that I have someone, but I cannot bring myself to tell anyone else knowing they’d tell the girl I told on her and I don’t know what’d she say about me.

Another thing: I’m also suffering from what I’m pretty sure are fucking hallucinations. I already had auditory ones, which have recently gotten way worse (examples: hearing this annoying fucking alarm and getting up to find it and it doesn’t change in volume wherever I go, hearing my name or a friend’s name being called, fucking breathing sounds, doors, banging, yelling, etc)(note: I think the worst one was this loud glitchy sound effect thing that kinda sounded like music and a girl was screaming with. i was informed this wasn’t real after checking cameras outside the window where i slept) which are messing with me pretty bad. And then I’m also fucking seeing like weird ass shadows like the other night I was trying to hang out with a friend and thought I saw a gorilla and started screaming. We both ran, and when I explained it and we both sat there confused why I thought this. A lot of moving or flashing shadows I think. I’m worried about whatever the hell this means. I also keep having things where I don’t know if they’re real. Like fake memories. Most commonly it’s a bloody nose, with me not knowing if it was real or a dream or I imagined it.

Now I’m also struggling with the thought that nothing I do will mean anything. If I die, most of my friends have told me they wouldn’t care (which I don’t remember is real or not). I am slowly learning how to cope with life while having this idea that my death will mean nothing, which is so fucking hard. I’m sure I have incredibly severe depression. I’m also having bad intrusive thoughts.

Summary: I had to step back for a moment because my declining mental health due to trauma. There’s gonna be more breaks like this probably.

Thank you for reading this, sorry if i fucked up your mood a bit.

[chanshoesunite]

Chan is attracted to YN's capability

Content info: YN helps Chan to fix his music kit and he finds that very attractive.

Word count: 2.100-ish

Warnings: this is mostly domestic fluff with a smutty twist at the end, praise, kissing, from cute!Chan to rough!Chan in seconds, face sitting (fem receiving)

“Nooooo”, Chan wails softly at the table.

You nearly crack your neck looking up from your comfortable nest in the bean bag. He is fiddling with a cable, frowning.

“What? What happened? Did you delete something? Did someone beat you in your game? Have the kids called you old in the group chat again?”

Chan can barely crack a smile at your attempt at humour, still fiddling. That’s not a good sign, so you get up while he is talking.

“No, nothing deleted…this cable here is so fucked though. But I had tape around it and everything, I thought that would give me more of, like, a grace period to continue using it?”

“Can you switch it or…”, you look where it connects to his music equipment, “ah, it’s not removable. How annoying!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Damn, I really don’t want to throw away the whole thing, feels like such a waste.”

You gently let your fingers travel from his bare shoulder down his nervous hands, taking the broken cable from him. Upon inspection, you can see the individual wires are now fully exposed and most of them are severed. It looks a mess, especially where Chan tried to strengthen the insulation with tape. But the wires are a decent size and not too tiny to work with.

“Hmmm”, you go, turning it round a few times, thinking.

Chan looks at you, his eyes large: “Hmmm?”

You meet his gaze, and after a moment of hesitation you say with a smile: “I can fix that!”

Chan’s face lights up, eyes crinkling, dimples on full display. Looking at him, a glowing ball of happiness grows inside you.

“You can?! That’s amazing!”

His voice is only slightly disbelieving, so you only slights shove against him playfully.

“Don’t sound so surprised! Sure I can! Soldering the wires back together should do the trick and I am pretty good at that.”

“You can solder?!”, he shouts, surprise making his voice grow louder. A beat, and then: “We own soldering stuff?!”

The happiness ball inside you bubbles up as a laugh and you give Chan a big kiss on the cheek.

“We do indeed! Wanna watch me fix this?”

“Uh, yeah?!”, he gets up to follow after you.

Quickly you collect your tools while he watches you, throwing loud questions at you: “When did you learn this? Where did you get your tools? What else have you soldered? What does this do?”

As you lay out your kit, you explain the basics and caution Chan not to touch the hot end of the soldering iron once you turn it on – better him pouting at you for thinking he’s a baby (“the cutest and also sexiest baby”, you coo while he grimaces but ultimately smiles) than having to nurse a burnt finger. You are by no means an expert, but your dad has explained this to you and supervised your soldering previously, so you are confident.

For every step, you explain what you are doing while demonstrating it. Chan watches you like a hawk. When you have stripped the first wire of its plastic casing, you have an idea: “Actually, do you want to help?”

His face morphs from a look of intense concentration to one of delight: “Can I? Yes, definitely!”

You hand him the equipment and caution him not to nick the wires. He works carefully, seriously. Soldering some wires isn’t that difficult if you know what you do, but for someone doing it for the first time he does a really nice job, so you praise his efforts profusely.

“Yes, good work, my love! Steady, just like that. That looks so neat!”

The mixture of shyness and pride your words evoke make you melt for him. At the same time, you feel slightly lightheaded from the adoring expression on his face. He is obviously impressed by your knowledge and when he is not using the tools, he cannot seem to stop himself from letting his hands roam very gently along your waist, your hip and the small of your back. He even helpfully tucks a strand of hair behind your ear when both your hands are occupied. In return, you pepper soft kisses on his shoulders when he is soldering.

Finally, you show Chan how to use the heat gun for the shrinking tube. He exclaims excitedly at the “actual flame! Wow!” and the sizzling noise it makes.

“This will protect the soldered area even more – but don’t set the tube on fire. Or the insulation. Keep it moving.”

With a flourish, you hold out the heat gun to him.

“Good sir, will you do the honours?”

Instead of taking the heat gun, he pulls you in and says: “You are incredibly sexy with all your knowledge and tools and tiny flame throwers, you know that?”

A small gasp escapes you when he bites your earlobe.

“I’m glad you think so”, you say a little breathlessly.

His eyebrow quirks up and his smile turns seductive. Chan leans in to kiss you and your eyes drift shut. The feeling of his soft lips against yours is heavenly. After a few moments, his mouth wanders down your neck, teasing your tingling skin. One of his hands wanders from your waist up to your breast. He remains there for a little tease and you press yourself against him. But he does not remain at your sensitive nipple. Instead, he continues stroking down your arm.

Then he takes the heat gun from you, just as he gives you a cheeky peck on the nose. He leans back and his sensuous smile has transformed into a maniacal grin. Holding up the heat gun – safely turned away from both of you, or anything that could catch fire – he switches it on.

“I have fiyaaa!”, he proclaims, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Bultaoreune”, you deadpan. You squeeze him to you once more to kiss his lips. Then you focus on the task at hand again.

Chan shrinks the tube along the soldered area while you lay your head against his shoulder. At one point, he briefly looks away from his work and kisses your hair.

“This is great”, he says, “you are great!”

“Ah, don’t praise me yet – also, you did half the work, so you are great too...don’t shake your head at me!”

After a few more seconds, you say: “I think that’s as much shrinkage as we’re gonna get.”

Chan lays down the heat gun and you inspect the now mended cable.

“Alright – well, it certainly looks good! Let’s give it a try.”

Chan taps his fingers on the table to make a little drumroll while you plug it in. You both wait – you a bit worried, him a hundred percent convinced of your capabilities. His device turns on.

“Fuck yeah! We did it!”, he exclaims and you let out a breath you definitely were not holding.

“Yay!”, you say, and then you laugh as he spins you around in celebration.

“That was such a good experience”, he says, slowly stopping his spinning. He gently takes your face between his warm hands and kisses your forehead, nose and lips.

“And all thanks to you. Thank you, princess.”

With a happy smile, you look at him: “I am so glad I could help.”

He strokes his thumb along your lower lip. His gaze is loving and you are captivated by it.

“I want to repay you”, he says quietly.

Instead of protesting as you might do another day, your thoughts zoom back to his earlier seductive mood.

“Oh yeah?”, you match his quiet tone, “I am open to suggestions.”

“Good”, Chan growls, turning from gentleness to ravishment.

First of all, he takes his shirt off, which is always the perfect start to any activity in your book. He continues by picking you up and walking to the couch. He plops down, you on top of him. Huh, you had expected it the other way around. Of course, you aren’t complaining. It feels good to have his strong body underneath you. Then, Chan doesn’t give you any more time to think about who is in what position as he attacks your lips with passion. His hands glide underneath your shirt, along your body. Up and down they go, kneading your flesh. His warmth seems to envelop you. Expertly, he unhooks your bra and immediately cups your breasts, teasing your nipples until the sensitive nerves send lightning into your stomach. Luxuriating in the feeling of his hands and mouth, you give yourself over to the moment. Little whimpers of pleasure escape you, and they spur him on.

“God, you are delicious”, he says, his accent thick.

As if to prove it, he puts one hand into your hair, dragging it aside. He runs his tongue over your neck, then starts sucking your soft skin. Your nerves light on fire and you start bucking into him, rolling your hips to get friction for your aching clit. With his free hand, he grasps your arse cheek and helps you rut against him. Shamelessly, you use his hard dick for your enjoyment. You could continue in this sinful bliss forever.

But Chan has other plans. He roughly pushes your leggings and underwear out of the way. Getting his meaning, you finish the job and take them off entirely. But before you can free his cock from his trousers to sit on it, he stops you.

“What are we doing?”, you ask breathlessly.

His hands caress your naked thighs, squeeze your waist. Fuck, you adore his arms so much. You momentarily forget what you just asked. Instead, you focus on his bulging biceps, his thick forearms, trailing your fingers down his prominent veins. Unconsciously, you grind into Chan’s dick some more, leaving a wet patch on his trousers. Chan groans and says something.

“What?”, you were so focused on his arms that you didn’t listen. You blink at him.

“I want you to sit on my face”, Chan says with a grin.

Well, that snaps you out of your obsessive haze real quick.

“Oh!”, you bite your lip. “Mhm!”

“Mhm”, he mimics back at you, his expression hungry.

Slowly you drag yourself forward, never lifting your cunt away from his torso. Only when you reach his sternum do you lift up further to hover over his face. You are on your knees, barely out of reach for his mouth. For a moment, you stay just where you are, teasing him a little, to heighten the anticipation. But Chan is having none of that. Impatiently, he lifts his head from the couch, nuzzling into you, flicking his tongue out to lick at your lips. A yelp leaves you, and all your ideas of teasing him fly straight out of your brain.

Chan groans into your pussy. His hands – his beautiful, strong hands – grab your buttocks and drag you down onto his waiting mouth. You brace yourself against the armrest of the couch. When you look down, you gaze upon Chan’s closed eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, hair already a mess from where your thighs are mussing it up. You add your hand to his scalp, lightly scratching and pulling.

“Ah, fuck”, you whine, while his tongue draws patterns into you, his nose utter perfection against your clit.

Stifling your thrusts and grinds is not an option. And anyway, you know that Chan takes great pride in receiving all of your wanton movements and paving them into a road to an earth-shattering orgasm.

His hands never hold still, continually roaming your hot flesh, sometimes pressing you further into his face, sometimes dragging you away, always aiming for your best stimulation. His occasional moans vibrate your very core, making your pussy pulse with ever-mounting pleasure.

“More, more, more”, you beg breathlessly, and he gives it to you. He gives it to you until your legs shake and your abs are tight. You are so, so close to coming – and you finally, blissfully do when Chan’s tongue laps at your clit in just the right way while one of his hands caresses your nipple.

Your orgasm draws loud, hoarse groans out of you that eventually peter out into whimpers. Chan has not stopped licking you, he only slows down and is as gentle as your sensitive clit needs after his hungry attack. You feel ready to collapse, so you carefully shimmy back down his body, pressing your chest to his. You snuggle into him, trying to catch your breath, hearing his thundering heartbeat, feeling his hard cock against your arse.

“How was that, baby girl?”, he asks sincerely.

“Fucking unbelievable, of course”, you cannot help laughing, still totally wrecked, “thank you.”

“That’s good. I love you”, he gently strokes your back.

“I love you too”, you murmur against his neck, pressing soft kisses along Chan’s jugular. Then you take all your remaining energy together and pull him on top of you. You grin at him: “Please fuck me now.”

“Oh, baby girl, you do not have to ask twice.”

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

Moira x junkerqueen headcanons?

Ohhh spicy.

Also will be referring to JunkerQueen by her first name, "Odessa", because it is pretty and I like it.

-Moira has never met a woman taller than her and is fucking terrified when she first meets the Queen of Junkertown.

-Odessa thinks Moira's kind of funny looking initially. That tall, that skinny, with bright ginger hair and mismatched eyes? Just not anyone she ever expected to see before.

-Moira assumes Odessa knows nothing about science and genetics in particular, but still attempts to explain the basics to her when the other woman (much to Moira's surprise) asks. But what surprises her more, and piques her interest, is that Odessa grasps the concept pretty quickly.

-Odessa thinks Moira's fade ability is sick as hell.

-She's also honestly impressed by her fighting ability. Moira can't take her on hand-to-hand, she'd get fucking annihilated and they both know it, but Odessa can recognize strategic ability and Moira has quite a lot that she utilizes well to compensate for a relative lack of physical ability.

-Moira jokingly calls Odessa 'my Queen', but Odessa is like, kind of into it when Moira says it like that.

-Moira is bored to tears in a meeting (Talon or whatever) and falls asleep on Odessa's shoulder. Odessa immediately asks her out when she wakes up. Moira is very disoriented by this.

-Odessa is very loud. Moira does not like very loud. But she likes Odessa. She's still trying to figure out why.

-Eventually, she figures out it's a few base factors. Curiosity is a big one. An inquisitive mind is more valuable than gold. Even if Odessa doesn't understand everything Moira talks about, and asks questions that are genuinely just dumb as hell sometimes, she still asks, and she doesn't question Moira's every move even if she doesn't agree with them.

-She's also generally non-judgemental of Moira's work overall, and has a surprising amount of emotional intelligence that Moira comes to appreciate as someone who has difficulty sorting through her own emotions (or lack thereof) sometimes.

-Odessa really likes all of Moira's wild ideas and how she pretty much never gives up and always tries new things. Moira's also a patient woman, which is nice. Dess also likes that she's struggled-not that she wants her to have to struggle, but it means Moira understands more than most when Odessa happens to talk about being banished or growing up in the wastelands.

-It's important to both of them that neither tries to fix shit that can't be fixed. Neither tries to offer the other a solution to a problem they've had for years, neither tries to be the thousandth person to suggest this therapy or that therapy, or attempt to list off a myriad of remedies with the expectation the right one will be named off, taken, and applied until the problem goes away. Odessa's trauma cannot be patched with a bandaid, her nightmares can't be stopped with a tea, and Moira knows this. Moira's arm will likely never be the same, and she will always jump at the sound of aluminum cans opening, even though the reason for that little psychological trigger is long since dead, and Odessa knows this. They can't fix it. But they both can listen to each other's shit, and talk about it, and tha thas helped them both more than almost anything else.

-Onto sweeter things, they get in arguments over whose music sucks more. (Moira claims she can't understand a word of whatever screeching Odessa has blowing through her speakers, Odessa complains she never knows when a new song has started because all of Moira's stuff sounds the same).

-They have a thirteen year age difference. Odessa delights in saying shit like, 'yeah old woman?' just to annoy Moira.

-Moira would steal Odessa's hoodies, except she doesn't own any.

-Yeah Moira 100 percent admires Odessa's muscles like. All the time.

-Odessa thinks it's funny to randomly pick up Moira like she weighs nothing.

-Moira does not think this is funny.

-Moira does not like the noise at the big arena fights in Junkertown, but she throw on a pair of noise canceling headphones and hide in the corner to support Odessa now and then.

-Odessa will similarly put on an actual shirt (but never actual pants) and keep mostly quiet to attend some of Moira's lectures at Oasis University. She usually doesn't understand most of what the woman is saying because academic lectures are the more minute and dry parts of a subject, but she knows Moira appreciates it.

-Odessa has the first time she got Moira to laugh, like actually let loose and laugh, burned into her memory forever.

-Neither are really into PDA, which surprised Moira about Odessa TBH.

-Behind closed doors, Moira's quite a bit sweeter than anyone would guess, and Odessa loves it, especially since Moira doesn't require bending halfway down to kiss.

-They're kind of partially long-distance because Odessa still has to manage Junkertown and Moira isn't exactly biting at the bit to move to the middle of the irradiated outback.

-Also Odessa cleans her house when Moira is going to visit, and only then. She thinks Moira doesn't know, but she figured it out a long time ago. She tries to give her a few hours notice even on her more spontaneous visits so she has time to make the place presentable.

[pictuajjx]

Sun HC!!! (Part one)

NOTES

🫧🐟📝Hi hello! Welcome aboard!! So yeah, I know I was going to make a headcanon version of LJ but I couldn’t resist making headcanons for the DCA (daycare attendance)!! So yeah, here it is. Some won’t (?) make sense due to me changing the story, but hope that’s fine :3 and yeah, these are just mainly in general hcs, but also random and interaction stuff, btw if your looking for more just ask me in my inbox! This post is also going to be separated by DCA’s!! So this is part one. ~ Debvin!

Warnings?

Spoooooilers?? Maybe? Idk. Also, it’s going to be a pretty long post.

Sun

(hugh jumpscare)

In General???

Okay, just to get this straight, all of their heights are at 7 ft tall. Why? Because I said so.

Because of his height, he’s like really lanky. I mean all of them are so.. not much of a difference.

His name is Sun, just Sun, NOT Sundrop. He doesn’t really mind it if your calling him the candy name, same goes for the others. He actually kinda finds it amusing. The candy name is to just not get him and the others get mixed up with the ACTUAL sun and moon.

Based off the game little battery system, I’m assuming same thing goes for Sun that he has to charge… again, for others as well.

Except, you know how he has to be ON and Moon cannot? And you know how he’s the ONLY ONE taking care of the loud ass kids at the daycare?

Yeah, this POOR ROBOT IS TIRED. He’s also technically dying a bit and getting his energy drained.

He sometimes snaps at kids, acts fucking insane but tries to act cheerfully.

Sun is trying his best to be happy go lucky, I swear he’s really trying.

Actually growls. Not the seductive growl your expecting (sorry Sun simps), but the “GRRRRR RAGHHHHHAYAY RUFF RUFURFU SNARL, SNRAL” rabies dog growl. He does this when he’s stressed.

Sometimes when he’s stressed he curls up into a ball and rocks back n forth at a corner. I don’t even know how I came up with this one.

PULLS stuff out of nowhere, always comically large.

His little sunrays shifts a lot depending on his emotion and feeling.

The only music he has listened to is his daycare music. Nothing else. Would love it if you introduced him to something else though.

A lot of the employees neglect him.

With Kids

Plays with the kids a lot, I mean I don’t know what your expecting he’s the only one that plays with them.

Because it’s little kids they’re going to be dirty.

Sun despises that but tries his best to clean up.

Most of the time kids are afraid of him. (His canon version, but in my hc version they aren’t due to my design change.)

Has scribbles, stains, and handprints all over him.

As much as Sun tries to clean himself after the terrible incident of kids rubbing disgusting things on him, he eventually gave up and went insane.

Not too insane, but clean freak insane. (Clean freak but doesn’t even clean his own room).

References a lot of theatre stuff to the kids, they don’t understand him at all.

With Moon (before corrupted)

FUCKING LOVED HIM BUT ALSO HATED HIM.

In a platonic way ofc, I hc all three of them as brothers.

Appreciated his entire being because that means he can go to resting mode and build up his energy for the next day.

Also didn’t appreciate him at the same time because he says unnecessary stuff to him in their little mindset (which I will explain how that works in another post).

Ohhh, if he could have his brother in a separate body he would hug him then go world-star on him by beating the absolute shit of out of him.

Whenever it was time for Sun to take turn, his body is just covered in stacks of blankets that causes him to overheat a lot.

With Moon (after corrupted)

Missed him a lot, didn’t realize how much he wanted his brother back.

Because he had to stay in light all times, he wasn’t able to transform back into his brothers body anymore due to how dangerous he was.

Because they are programmed into the same body, Sun’s programming was also slowly getting a virus and corrupted.

When everybody else is gone, sometimes he finds somewhere dark, but not TOO dark to plug a nightlight that his brothers face on there.

The purpose of this was to let his corrupted brother see what’s going on, but because it’s not fully dark he isn’t in control and is slowly getting hurt from the light.

Corrupted moon thinks Sun is damaging him on purpose, when Sun just wants to show how much he misses his brother.

Corrupted moon somehow doesn’t have access to the mindset space, so Sun and Eclipse can think freely without him.

Angst hehe

With Eclipse

Doesn’t actually interact with him that much.

Sun kinda wishes he was more like Eclipse, because he’s much more calm and nicer than he is.

Kinda is jealous of him in a way??

I’ve been there Sun, being jealous of your sibling for doing sm better ☹️

Talks to him in mindset space but Moon always butts in and interrupts.

The only person that was there for him when he was going insane.. ☠️

Wished he got to talk more with Eclipse, but their interactions varied little.

OKAY THATS ALL FOR PART ONE!!! Will probably post another part tmrw :3 Next one will be Moon (reblogs appreciated!!)

[frogtossing]

@pantrygeist and @fireflyflowersss i were playing a a terrible terrible, fateful game of Frantic Fanfic and came up with this mess, may i introduce: 'Confusing Concert'

now before i add the fic, i feel the need to clarify a couple of things

fireflyflowers doesnt know K AT ALL and pantrygeist only knows him through me

we played with a game mode that only allowed us to view the most recent added part

my lovely, lovely clueless friend started this fic... i think this explains a lot (god bless her heart)

Confusing Concert, in which a lesbian who doesnt know the internet meets Käärijä

(we're so sorry for this)

TITLE: Confusing concert FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: käärijä, a lsbian who dsnt know the www WRITERS: bannaworm, captain, frogtossin, bannaworm, captain, frogtossin RATED 18+ It was his first concert in Germany, when he met her.

She was standing in the first row, cherishing him because she didn't know anything else. She had seen him in the TV, at the European Song Contest, and she decided to love him. Even though she knew she just liked girls, she thought she could just forget them and fall in love with a green man. But all she could see while he was performing where his boobs, pretty big for a guy. She imagined him being a green w

oman. [Captain's note here, WHAT]

Whatever she was thinking, it must have shown on her face, as she caught his eyes during one of his more daring, borderline seductive choreographies.

In that moment, he winked at her and she swore that she felt herself blush for the first time since her young teenage years. With a heated face, all her nerves seemed to ignite as the loud music boomed through her every molecule.

Was this love? Was this what all those novels from her library told her about?

All she knew is that she needed to catch him after the show, to tell him, to make him hers. Her little he/him princess.

If you'd asked her how she ended up here, she probably couldnt give you a straight answer. She just kinda ended up in the concert hall. All these people around her were chanting words in finnish, cheering on some weird yellow guy who just kinda stood around on stage.

There was lore here. But she didnt really care. What she cared about however, was the tiny guy on stage, screaming away into his microphone. Something about him fascinated her, the same way someone feels when they see a fucked up little dog in the streets. The kind you just wanna pick up and take home.

After the show, she stood

Close to the backstage exit, whistling one of the songs from the show without even really noticing. She felt like she was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Like she didn't really belong to the reality she had slided into. When the green man came out of the exit, surrounded by securities, she got a glance at him, and he looked at her. Then he told the securities to stop, and said to her: 'I noticed you. You seemed like you weren't enjoying yourself as much as the others.'and she said: 'I was though! I just couldn't understand the insiders they had and I didn't feel like I was part of them. '

'You don't have to f

know all the jokes to have fun though, No?'

She averted her eyes, knowing that he had caught onto her lie. Unable to tell him the real reason she wasn't able to enjoy herself fully.

Before she was able to utter another excuse, he took hold of her chin and tilted up her face to face him.

A deeper blush than ever before blazed across her cheeks as she took in his sparkling blue eyes. He said something, but she wasn't able to understand what he said.

She was transfixed by his feminine charm, his blue orbs and soft, kissable lips. Before she knew it, she was leaning closer, until his deep voice came back into focus.

Quickly, she tore herself free, turning away as tears well up in her eyes. Her cheecks still blazingly hot, she yelled, "I cannot do this, you are no woman. You're massive boobs and female charm decieved me"

He yelled her name as e´she´sd (ran way)

She stopped in her tracks, running away was childish if she thought about it.

Turning around, she took a closer look at the strange guy in front of her. Even though she might have mistaken him for a butch lesbian, she had to admit, the beard migth have been a clue that he wasnt. But who was she to discriminate? She'd seen a lot of things in her lifetime.

'Wow, weird misunderstanding,' She brought a hand up to the back of her head and ran it through her buzzcut. 'I thought you were an exccentric lesbian.. or like, a drag king or something. Sorry for all this'

The man looked surprised. 'So… you're not guy?' 'I.. What??' now she was just as confused as he was. 'No?' 'Mitä helvetti.. sorry. I thought you were guy..'

She felt a laugh creeping up her throat. She doubled over, suddenly relieved. 'Hah! What a weird coincidence, i thought you were a woman!'