#i shouldnt be allowed to think in bed

[0multifandomweirdo0]

Sometimes, I'm just worried that Rayla can save just souls of her beloved because it's too late for them

[wolfisland]

when the fuck is this going to END.

[yikes-ajax]

Thinking about how deranged this thanksgiving was.

I hit a kid with my cane. I popped so many painkillers. I hit a kid with my cane again. I went black Friday shopping and came back only with things that weren't on sale. I hit that kid with my cane so hard in the shin he's gonna need a cane, too. I had a religious crisis. I threw my cane at that kid in the passenger seat because he said I don't need handicap parking. Some dude dressed in a really nice santa costume was just standing at the end of his driveway waving at cars and I barked violently at him. I fucking punched that kid. I spent more money on a dog than my family. I still bought that kid ice cream because I hate him but I hate the company I took the money from more. At some point I just fell asleep under the dinner table. I played Minecraft with that kid and he's a fucking loser. I had a whole therapy session in the car trauma dumping for the two hour drive home. I'm going to ruin that kids life I'm just too tired right now. It's been days and I still feel hungover. I didn't even drink.

Needless to say I think the spirit of doctor House possessed me for thanksgiving. Either way 10/10 would do again and Christmas is either gonna put me in jail or back on Lexapro

[bendgineer]

I think one of the reasons the Harris / Walz ticket has so much momentum is because the campaign is genuinely trying to put out this vibe of fun. Like that's all the "brat" thing is, the coconut jokes, just being kind of silly and fun.

And I think it's working, because let's be real, we are all exhausted. It's been all about preserving democracy, defeating fascism, the past eight years. The message has been "vote for us because the country is literally on the line". The vibes are not good when we are stuck back at that fight, and not even discussing trying to make progress on things like housing, healthcare, education, etc. And the fight to just stop fascism? All still true. Project 2025 is real and is extremely scary. We can't let that man back into office.

But the vibe was "vote for us otherwise we're all fucked :(" and now has shifted to "get in, we're making popcorn and then bullying fascists." Like a lot of the issues conservatives bring up, the Harris / Walz is just not engaging them in good faith, as they shouldn't. Republicans bring up abortion, and the Dems are just like, "you want 14 year old to give birth? Weirdo" and just leave it at that. Like YES, that's what you should do. Because it SHOULDNT be a debate. And it's working. This is how you defeat the identify politics thing Republicans have been trying to push for a while. Just mocking them for the stupidity of it all. "Like seriously? You think a book can make someone gay??? Hahaha." None of the Republicans are reacting well. They can't stand it. Vance even complained about bullying!!! Like do you KNOW who picked you as vp??? It's actually laughable, because they have no room to stand on when it comes to bullying.

And a huge part of the mocking and dismissing of Republicans is that the message is clear - were done debating all this stupid stuff. We've won the last two elections' popular vote - most Americans do NOT want christo-facism. It's time to move on. And that's what gives me hope, and the feeling of hope I think a lot of people have picked up on. It's time to address all the issues we've all wished we've been addressing the past decade. It's important we move onto that, and that's the message I'm getting from this campaign (We're not going back). I think it will resonate with a lot of people, because plainly, we're all just sick of this same old news cycle and fake rage bait over things like "should women have rights?", "Should gay people be allowed to exist?" The general populace have answered YES to both these multiple times, and it is time to move on. Maybe I'm being naive, but I am genuinely excited at the idea of putting to bed these debates (it's exhausting trying to fend your very existence) and moving on to actual economic and social policies that could fix a lot of deterioration over the last 2 decades.

[nimomo-mo]

Vent

[arolesbianism]

Man I've gotta be mean more often Im so sick of being polite abt bigotry I should just start killing ppl fr

[faithfulren]

care in every explosion

the reader takes care of bakugo when he's injured, showing him a different side of their relationship. despite his initial gruffness, bakugo slowly warms up to the reader's care and companionship. as they spend more time together, the barriers between them begin to break down, and they share moments of laughter and understanding. one evening, bakugo surprises the reader by thanking them for everything, showing a rare moment of vulnerability. the reader realizes how much bakugo means to them, and they both acknowledge the growing bond between them. despite their differences, they know they can rely on each other and support each other through thick and thin.

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the sound of bakugo's gruff voice filled the air as he hobbled into the dormitory common room, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. you glanced up from your book, concern instantly etching across your features as you took in his disheveled appearance.

"what the hell happened to you?" you asked, rising from your seat and rushing over to him.

bakugo waved you off with a scowl. "it's nothing," he muttered, though his slight wince betrayed his words.

you weren't convinced. "sit down," you commanded, gently guiding him to the nearest couch. "let me take a look at that."

grumbling under his breath, bakugo complied, allowing you to inspect the injury on his leg. It was a nasty gash, deep and bleeding profusely. your heart clenched at the sight, but you pushed aside your unease, focusing on the task at hand.

with practiced hands, you cleaned the wound, ignoring bakugo's protests as you worked. despite his tough exterior, you could see the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as you tended to him.

"there," you said finally, applying a bandage to the wound. "all done."

bakugo's gaze softened as he looked up at you, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "thanks," he muttered gruffly, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

you smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "anytime," you replied softly.

over the next few days, you found yourself spending more time than usual by bakugo's side, helping him with everyday tasks and keeping him company during his recovery. despite his initial protests, he seemed to welcome your presence, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

as the days passed, you found yourself begrudgingly tolerating bakugo's presence more than usual. his explosive personality seemed to mellow in your company, and you discovered a side of him that few others got to see. you shared sarcastic banter and competitive challenges, finding an odd sense of camaraderie in your constant bickering.

one evening, as you sat beside bakugo's bed, he reached out to take your hand in his, his grip firm yet oddly comforting. you raised an eyebrow, surprised by the uncharacteristic gesture.

"thanks," he grumbled, his voice rough but sincere. "for not being as annoying as usual."

you chuckled, giving his hand a playful squeeze. "you're welcome, i think," you replied, a smirk playing on your lips.

in that moment, as you sat together in grudging companionship, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to bakugo than met the eye. and as his grip tightened ever so slightly around your hand, you knew that despite his rough exterior, he valued your presence more than he let on.

together, you would navigate the ups and downs of hero training, supporting each other in your own unique way. because in the end, all that mattered was the bond that held you together, strong and unbreakable, just like the friendship that blossomed between you.

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btw to the person who told me i shouldnt use x readers if the character isnt attracted to them pls tell me what should i put bro like damn u dont gotta call me an asshole n shi 💔💔

[dollywoo]

woosan - you’re not alone, and you never will be.

just some woosan smut with angst and fluff ! sorry if its messy! i hope u guys like it!

tw: depression, anxiety attacks, body image, smut! 18+ !

pairings: college student/gamer! san x college student/gamer!wooyoung

gentle laughter emerged from the brunette, clicking keys on the keyboard before him, the only light that graced his dark dorm was that of the monitor before him. “fuck, it’s a huntress.” wooyoung groaned, speaking in reference to the game his was playing, Dead by Daylight. a reply rang through his headset, his best friend responded, “ah fuck, and shes on me already” san groaned in response, his voice filling wooyoung’s ears. after a few more moments, another sound filled the gloomy room.

ding

wooyoung dropped everything, reaching for his phone with a gentle smile on his lips. though, once his brown orbs danced along the screen, his smile disappeared.

Danny ! 💞

D: sorry love, i wont be able to make our date tomorrow, i truly dont think this is working out anymore.

quickly, his nimble fingers tapped across the screen, a frown forming.

W: what? what do you mean? danny? why?? whats not working out?

the response came five minutes later, in this time wooyoung had silently left the discord call, closing his game out. he would text san later, if he reminded himself. the next words caused his eyes to brim with tears, chewing on his bottom lip as he read the message over and over again.

D: sorry, danny’s busy. ;)

seen 2:49am

oh.

he shouldnt be surprised, but he was. why did he allow for this man to become his reason for existence? he hated him, he absolutely HATED his now ex boyfriend. he had been holding all the weight of the world on his shoulders, the burden of his classes, his insecurities — everything.

but those words caused it all to crash down on wooyoung, as he threw himself on the bed.

he felt weightless, he felt nothing.

he hadnt remembered when he started crying, his knees were curled to his chest, eyes soaked and his hair sticking to the sides of his face.

why? why.

nothing mattered to wooyoung in this moment, he absolutely loathed himself. every fucking inch.

ding, ding.

wooyoung thought he was different, he thought he mattered, he thought that he had finally found the one.

was he not pretty enough anymore?

ding.

how long had he been seeing someone else? wooyoung felt dirty.

ding, ding, ding.

“why am i not enough…” a shaky, fragile voice crept out of wooyoung’s dry lips, barely a hushed whisper.

he wanted to disappear, the notifications that rang through his phone repulsed him. the brunette wanted to smash it. why was the phone taunting him?

click.

wooyoung barely noticed that his front door had been unlocked until his bedroom door slowly began to open. he didnt move, only continued to sob into his sheets.

a gentle voice rang through the darkness, the stifled sobs barely covering the alluring voice of his best friend. “wooyoungie?”

shit. he forgot he gave san a key.

then, weight shifted on the bed, now san had sat on the edge, reading through the still open conversation on wooyoung’s phone.

“fucking asshole.” he spat, his eyes filled with hatred until they landed on wooyoung once more.

the way san’s eyes softened as soon as he looked down at the quivering boy before him made wooyoung’s heart flutter. he had been inlove with his best friend since high school, since the raven haired beauty would beat the absolute shit out of everyone that dared to mess with wooyoung.

despite this, woo was convinced that the feelings weren’t reciprocated, he forced himself to find someone else, that is when he found danny. now look where he was, crying and weak infront of san again.

“darling..” san’s voice was gentle, and warm. it wrapped around wooyoung like a weighted blanket.

“come here, baby.” next thing wooyoung knew, he was sat in san’s lap, being held like a baby. the mountain of a man rocked the smaller back and forth, gently humming a tune to him. wooyoung nuzzled deep into his toned chest, tears slowly flowing. his thoughts running wild.

‘do you love me sannie?’

‘please love me.’

as if san had read the boy’s mind, his soft voice gently whispered into wooyoung’s ear, lips barely hovering over the entrance. “i would never treat my wooyoungie like that, never. you deserve to be treasured, you deserve love.”

wait, what? what was san saying? wait.

“i love you, woo.” san blurted out, cheeks heating up immediately. the raven haired male had always loved his best friend, as soon as wooyoung had left the call he was on his way over. like a moth to a flame.

“sannah..” wooyoung whispered, shifting to straddle his best friend’s lap, eyes on him.

their eyes stayed locked on each other, time stopped.

“i love you too.”

with those words, wooyoung threw his arms around san’s neck, planting a needy kiss onto the other’s plush lips, whining slightly.

“i love you, i love you, i love you!” he chanted against san’s mouth as they kissed, the older’s hands began to wander down to the brunette’s hips, squeezing them lovingly. this earned san a gentle moan against his lips from the younger.

his sounds went straight to san’s member, blushing darkly as their eyes met once again. “im sorry, is this okay? are you sure you want me too?—“

wooyoung’s answer came in the form of his hips pushing the swell of his ass down against the older’s clothed area. “yes, san. please, ive wanted you for so long. ive loved you for so long, i NEED you.”

with that, san picked wooyoung up, laying him down on his back against the bed. the toned male’s massive arms completely caged wooyoung in, this was what the boy always daydreamed of. it was finally happening.

wooyoung clawed at san’s shirt, whimpering in need as his best friend began to grind his hips down into him, the brunette thanked himself for wearing only his boxers tonight. san was gentle, kissing down his neck and leaving dark marks on each patch of skin.

this drove wooyoung mad.

“fuck sannie, please. shirt off, please!” wooyoung demanded, tugging at san’s shirt. “pants too! need you…cant wait!” his own member ached inside of his boxers. thankfully, san obliged, removing his clothing — including his boxers.

wooyoung’s eyes hooded with need, leaning up to pull off his own shirt while san pulled down the younger’s boxers. the older then reached into his best friend’s nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube that he had seen in there when he would come to grab wooyoung’s medicine for him. or on the nights that san had slept over, holding wooyoung from behind and his manhood failed him — causing the older to relieve himself in the bathroom using that lube during those times. he prayed wooyoung would never find out, but that was before he knew that his best friend loved him too.

wooyoung loved san too.

lost in thought, the only thing to bring him out was the absolute beauty underneath him, “sannah? everything okay, handsome?” wooyoung’s gentle, soft voice was like music to san’s ears, causing his heart to flutter. his brown eyes directed themselves back down to his lover, “yes, angel. now spread for me so i can prep you.”

the brunette blushed darkly at san’s words, spreading his legs to expose his entrance, his leaking member flopping onto his stomach. a slight whimper left his lips as he felt a cold liquid circling his hole.

san’s fingers fit perfectly, pushing a single digit inside of the blushing boy, soon after he added two and began to scissor him open.

all the while, wooyoung was as loud as san had always imagined, squirming and whimpering his name over and over again — becoming completely ruined on the older’s fingers alone.

after a few minutes, san pulled his fingers out of wooyoung, who began to babble and beg to be filled again. how cute, the loud mouth jung wooyoung reduced to nothing but whimpers and pleads.

pouring lube onto his own leaking cock, san began to pump himself slowly, ensuring every inch of himself was lubed up for his lover. “shh honey, im coming..” he reassured softly, “im not going anywhere.”

with that, san slowly lined himself up with wooyoung’s leaking hole, pushing himself inside gently. “more sannie..” woo would whisper soon after, “i can take it, i can take all of it i promise.”

the toned male gripped wooyoung’s hips, one had moving to caress his face, dragging his thumb along the younger’s lips slowly — admiring him. whilst he did this, san pushed his entire length inside of the brunette, who whimpered out loudly.

once wooyoung adjusted to his size, san began a slow pace with him, not wanting to be to rough for their first time. he always imagined this, being gentle with wooyoung, he knew the younger wasnt used to it. every ex that his best friend had had was rude and pushy, always wanting to have sex with wooyoung roughly, never wanting to make love with him.

it enraged san, he always wanted to treat him the way he deserved — he wished to worship the ground wooyoung walked on.

the brunette’s feeling were that of the same, however, wooyoung had always worshipped san, the feeling of the other’s cock deep in him reminded him of that. his stomach swirled with admiration, lips parted and soft whines and moans left them with each thrust of san’s hips.

in this moment, wooyoung belonged to san, and san belonged to wooyoung. finally, the two were one.

as time went on, wooyoung’s nails dug into san’s toned back, moaning loudly as his prostate was struck over and over again. tears brimmed his eyes as san continued to whisper, “you’re doing so good, puppy. so so good for me, yes? such a good wooyoungie. all for me, all for your sannie.”

and with a final thrust to his prostate, paired with the gentle words that left san’s lips, wooyoung came undone, san milked the younger’s cock dry as wooyoung came all over his own stomach. soon, san followed suit, cumming deep inside of his best friend.

after a few moments, san pulled out of wooyoung gently, rushing to the bathroom to grab a clean washcloth and returning. he gently cleaned wooyoung up, before scooping him up bridal style. the younger was completely out of it, clinging to the broad shoulders that beloned to his soon to be boyfriend.

san had preemptively ran wooyoung a bath, gently lowering him down into it before climbing in behind him. this is where the older would gently clean the boy and himself. the younger hummed softly the whole time, starry eyes stayed put on memorizing every inch of san’s face. wooyoung couldnt even speak, only admired how attentive his lover was. no one had ever done this for him, he had never experienced any after care. usually he was thrown a towel and ordered the clean himself up. but san was different, the attentive male made sure to take care of his wooyoungie no matter what.

soon, they returned back to wooyoung’s bedroom, where san pulled his sweatpants back on and then dressed wooyoung, giving him a new pair of underwear and his own tshirt to sleep in.

as soon as san landed in bed next to wooyoung, the younger laid his head on his chest, hooking a leg around the taller’s.

“how are you feeling?” san was the first to break the silence, gently tracing hearts into wooyoung’s thigh.

“way better now.” wooyoung started, “i love you sannie.” he added, looking up to the other.

san smiled softly, “i love you more, youngie.” he whispered in response, kissing the other’s forehead. “wooyoung. will you—“

“be your boyfriend?” wooyoung finished the other’s sentence, a giggle leaving his lips as san nodded in response. “of course i will, sannie!”

then a mischievous look appeared on wooyoung’s face, biting san’s shoulder harshly and leaving a dark mark there. the older yelped, hissing out, “woo! dammit not again!” which earned an evil little giggle from wooyoung.

“just giving you a reason to be harder with me next time..” the brunette teased, smirking as another giggle left his lips. “tomorrow though, im sleepy!” he added, nuzzling his head into san’s chest.

san rolled his eyes, of course wooyoung was a tease in a relationship, this didn’t surprise him at all.

soon, wooyoung drifted off to sleep, san still wide awake with a dumb smile on his lips. he reached over to grab wooyoung’s long forgetten phone, opening up the conversation with wooyoung’s bastard ex boyfriend.

W: sorry, he was busy. - C.S.

san sent the message before promptly hitting the block button, laying the phone on his toned chest and following his new boyfriend into a deep slumber, a smile stayed on both of their lips the whole night.

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comment to be added to taglist !! <3

tysm for reading!! sorry if theres any spelling mistakes! i did this kind of fast lol! <3 i hope u enjoyed !

[the-kingshound]

EVAINE LOVING HOURS LET'S GO

i adore them endlessly good god people are sleeping on them so much i mean a character that has carefully curated public persona?? who doesn't allow themselves to be true to who they are?? lonely, loved, and hated at the same time?? who flirts and has flings without batting an eye but melts when shown genuine affection?? AND the recent concept that they shouldnt allow more rumors to spread if they're in a relationship with the hound leaves me with the mental image of them both pretending to not know eachother and keep their distance in public but hound gently nuzzling into them as soon as the doors are locked??? kissing their shoulder and apologizing because they feel so bad about it???? that is so GOOD and i am so SOFT

I too think Evaine is the most underappreciated of the ROs... and yet, they offer so much, especially for the Hounds who seek a less conflicted, tender romance.

Evaine is so starved of affection they take every crumb they can get, even if it's from the worst people. They have been taken advantage of because of this, because people have seen the hole they try to fill and taken Evaine as a possession, or a toy to later discard.

Evaine is the RO that would fall in love and always think of MC. Lay in their bed and cuddle close to MC. Lean on them for a quick peck on the cheek when they can. Trying to not be seen, feeling uncomfortable whenever someone is too close, or whenever they are excluded and shunned. Seeking comfort and belonging in MC's presence.

Evaine would simply nuzzle against MC, burying their face against their lover's neck as MC apologizes, simply glad that now they can be together.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for talking about fnaf to my little cousin?

so fnaf is one of my (im 21) special interests for a while. my little cousin (age 7) has been mentioning it lately, because he heard about it from kids at school. Because of this i've ended up telling him about a lot of the lore and stuff, and trying to explain things to him. Additionally, he asks me questions about fnaf, and I do my best to explain it to him. I also sometimes watch fnaf videos with him.

My mom says i shouldn't do this because he gets scared easily by stuff, and his mom doesn't really like him to see scary stuff. My mom says I shouldnt tell him about fnaf or show him stuff from fnaf.

Both my mom and his mom will go out of their way to hide scary things from him like halloween monster pictures. Part of this is because he got kind of scared of opening doors due to the Doors game on roblox. He is too scared to sleep in his room alone and always sleeps in his mom's bed because he is scared of the dark and has nightmares sometimes. And he wasn't allowed to watch any youtube on halloween because of possibly seeing scary stuff. They think that the scary stuff is what made him scared of the dark and have nightmares, and not be able to sleep in his room alone.

In my opinion, I don't *think* im doing anything wrong, because when I was a kid, fnaf came out, and plenty of kids were into it, and have been ever since. And ever since fnaf, theres been many things inspired by it that kids like. Like poppy playtime and Rainbow Friends and all that. I also loved horror and creepy stuff as a kid. I liked creepypasta, but I can relate to being scared by some of that stuff. As a kid I was really really terrified by the rake creepypasta.

Also in my opinion I think he knows and understands his own limits, because one time we were watching a fnaf video, and he seemed to think the video was too scary and wanted to stop watching it. So we stopped watching it and did something else. And he seemed fine after we stopped didnt seem scared or upset after that. I also feel like in my opinion, explaining the lore to him makes it *less* scary, because he's understanding the "how and why". however because the fnaf lore does involve child death i see how it could be bad for him to learn about it.

He seems to enjoy it though, I'm not forcing it on him and he loves to ask me questions about it, and is excited whenever he comes over to talk about it. Also we've played things together before that are "scary" like baldis basics, and then also a minecraft backrooms game which actually ended up scaring me more than him!

Basically though Am i the asshole for basically going against what my mom and his mom think he should be doing? I can see how his mom especially might think i could be crossing a line because of what she wants for her child. Obviously his mom might know him better because he is her child after all. And because of my autism I don't really understand childcare and childraising. And it is hard for me to understand their perspective. I am still very childlike and dependent on my parents so I don't have a fully formed adult perspective yet I dont think.

But at the same time I almost feel that she is being sheltering, because I've noticed its common for kids to like this sort of thing, and its not always necessarily a bad thing. Because also theres scary movies like coraline but are geared for kids. (My little cousin didnt like coraline, thought it was scary, but thats just an example.)

I feel like also they should trust him more. He seems to know what is too much. Because he is vocal to say what is too scary for him. He seems to be able to set boundaries about it, because he will say that he doesnt want to play a minecraft game that is too scary, or watch a video that is too scary. I'm also rarely the one to pick the games or videos we play, it's his own interest.

Fnaf has been something we both really enjoy, and to me that is special when we get to enjoy something together. I of course still often play with him when its something only he is interested in, but not always. The times I don't play with him are when I'm doing something relating to one of my other special interests and I can't handle being interrupted. Which makes him sad that I can't play but he does understand that because of my autism that it would be difficult on me to stop my activity. I really like that he is into fnaf now because that means its something that I can enjoy for special interest reasons and he gets to hang out and play with me.

But AITA because this is against his mom's wishes?

What are these acronyms?

[baby-xemnas]

I really need a moment of a bear-mink trying to seduce Bepo and he doesn't get what is happening [like: oh! you are also a bear lady/guy, let's talk about fur-problems and the other like: yeah, we can solve our problems together ;) ] and Law trying to interrupt because he knows what is happening with he's face of "im going to kill you in sooo many ways..."

or my fav. yandere Bepo killing a plushie of himself because in the darkness of their room looked like he was "cheating again" sleeping with another bear .

love yandere Bepo destroying every plush toy Law may buy he is so crazy...i think if it keeps happening Law has to be questioned if he enjoys Bepo's insane jealousy. He should bring it up to Bepo in bed sometimes, just starts laughing about Bepo crushing another cute little bear so he can see Bepo, unguarded go through stages of shame and to maybe even accusing Law like "well captain shouldnt...shouldnt hug anything but me ..im cute .." Bepo is ashamed but at the same time emboldened by the fact that they are in the middle of sex and Law decided to make fun of him while he fucks him, but also ashamed cuz yes...it is incredibly petty and childish...he is gonna cry. But Bepo likes being allowed to be childish he likes that Law lets him be a crybaby...he loves loving him so selfishly!! So he is ashamed yes but he will do it again! Every time!!!

Law smiles because he likes it too.....

replying in wrong order, for the first scenario:

I want so badly for Bepo to fumble a bear girl and feel NOTHING like he'd probably have some neuron activation purely on physical level but conversation would leave him paralyzed - like oh god there is a whole person there i gotta deal with...fuck. Maybe i dont want it as much as i thought...

Gay bear mink trying to fuck him would be a riot....oh Law would be furious.

I think in both cases Law would use his absolute authority and simply call Bepo - and because he wouldnt even need to walk closely, Bepo's hearing is excellent and he is naturally tuned in to hear Law's voice- yes even while he's having a conversation, Bepo WILL hear Law calling him over any noise.

Law would say it loud and clear and be somewhere close just to watch Bepo be startled - it's cute and Law gets off to having a strong effect on his dear Bepo. "Who is your Daddy?" the mink flirting with Bepo will be terribly disappointed how quickly Bepo bows out and dips.

Law all huffy turning away before Bepo caught up: Let's go.

Bepo: Sorry Captain!!!

Law, horrible person liking how easily he can make Bepo feel bad: We've wasted enough time.

Bepo: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 sorry...

Law, horrible person also liking how easily he can distract Bepo from feeling bad: Bear mink huh? Thats rare...he/she was hitting on you, you know.

Bepo, genuinely flustered cuz he didnt realize it: WHAT??? NO! CAPTAIN I DIDNT?? WHAT? I DIDNT KNOW...Im sorry

Law, horrible person reveling in Bepo now, instead of feeling guilty looking like he feels gross that he didnt know their intentions: So would you?

Bepo suddenly shooting to the peak of defiance and defense and "i love Captain most in the world im your bitch dont take that away from me please ill blow this whole island up if Captain thinks i could be with someone else":

NO!

[bearyzdiary]

aa !! i'm so glad to have found someone who writes cry of fear x readers!! could i request simon with a reader who doesnt usually show emotion, but one night just has a meltdown while theyre hanging out?

have a great day/night!! :D

Life is tough

Simon x reader!

This diary entry contains: Mental breakdownsl Established relationship|Simon is such a sweet heart in this| may be short idk

HIII IM SORRY FOR JUST POOFING OUT OF THIN AIR FOR A BIT BUT!! Im back and im supposed to be getting a new laptop today so thats fun!

I really hope you do enjoy this🥳

You and Simon were alike in so many ways.Maybe it was the fact the both of you guys had a hard time opening up and communicating.Unlike Simon who had a therapist and tried to talk to people you kept yourself all shut it.

You hated crying around people and you weren’t a big fan of smiling as much.People never understood you like Simon did because Simon was understanding and didnt push you to show emotions like other people.

that was all until one night when you went to hang out with simon.You had been on edge all day.It started with your teacher putting you on blast in front of the class for slacking off,Then at lunch you spilled milk on yourself which did end up starting to smell forcing you to haunt down simon to borrow his hoodie for the rest of the day.

on the train ride to his house you nearly tripped in front of a group of college kids who tried to hold in their laughter.You felt embarrassed as you sat down in the seat in the far back.

You just wanted to go ghost and not speak to anyone besides simon and close friends.Once you arrived at his house you stared at the house as kids played in the streets and colored on the sidewalk.

you felt so out of place in a way.So gloomy stuck in a colorful place.you push open the gate before walking up the steps.The sound of the steps must have alerted his mother as she came rushing to open the door and greet you.

"(Y/N)! it's so sweet to see you after all this time"She said while pulling you in for a hug.The smell of her perfume filled your nose as you hugged her back.

"Simon is in his room,He seemed so excited to spend some time with you im truly happy he found you"She said as allowed you in.You nodded as you made your way through the familar house layout.

Coming up to the door you knew belonged to simon,You knocked a couple of times before hearing the sound of a window opening,coughing and something being sprayed.

his bedroom door swung open as he smiled slightly.No words were exchanged as you shuffled into his room.He closed the door before looking at you with a worried expression.

"Did something happen?You look upset"He asked while sitting on his bed.You felt hot tears fill your eyes slowly at the question.Simon took noticed and open his arms slightly.You walked over before plopping into his arms and letting out a chocked sob.

"I try so hard simon and it's like nobody understands besides you.I keep messing up while trying to be good at things and it's eating at me slowly"You ranted as tears fell from your eyes.

Simon rubbed your back as he nodded before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead."I know it may seem hard and trust me i know but something i learned is that you have to learn how to well do things on your own without trying to be good for other people"He explained.

You sniffled as it went quiet besides the sounds of the kitchen sink being faintly heard and kids screaming at each other.After a bit of crying in his arms,Simon placed you in his bed before laying next to you.

"Your very speical and you shouldnt be so worried about how people think of you.Just know i think your a cool person even if you barely show your emotions"He explained while pulling the blankets over you the both of you.

"I had something's planned for us but they can wait you clearly need a nap"Simon said while holding you close and closing his eyes.You slowly copied his movement as you felt safer in his arms.

for once you were glad you showed some emotion to simon because now you know you can rely on him to comfort you.

[mynameisnotsoda]

I'm probably gonna be yelling into the void but here's my refs of my favorite burs !!!! I would say bursonas but one of them is literally just my au,,,, can you tell which one it is,,

Anyway here's some hcs and stuff it's gonna be a long post LMAO I'm just copying all this stuff from Instagram cause I practically live on that shit ass app

Simpbur

He LOVES Hatsune Miku.. like LOVE LOVES HER. He owns so much fuckin merch it's actually insane. But he has never once in his life listened to vocaloid and probably never will. Hes just in love with Miku LMAO

He's aromantic bc I said so !!!!! But he doesn't know that, he hasn't really figured it out and he confuses his obsession with love.

Him and Jared actually used to be friends back when they were like middle schoolers. But then Jared got "hot and cool" and he kinda drifted away from Simp. Mostly cause Simp was SO FUCKING JEALOUS!!!!! and it was obvious too. Imagine how devastated he was when egirl started dating his old friend lmaooo what a loser

Him and e-girl started dating when they were 17, both of them were in pretty bad places in their lives so they just,,, clung onto each other. Both of them were codependent but Simp was significantly worse with his codependency. Adrianne (my name for e-girl) was the one who broke it off when they were both in their early 20s

His stupid little cat beanie is his comfort item !!!! He wears it ALL THE TIME and hates having to take it off, although he would never go out in public with it. He's got some issues with presenting the way he wants to in public so he literally just goes out in his work uniform regardless if he's working or not

Grabs him and aggressively shakes him around !!! Hes autistic (I'm autistic I can give him the tism) his special interests are anime and video games :33

He's definitely not cishet but he tries SOOO hard to present as such (shout-out to @starrixle for that hc ive adopted it for my version of simp)

Studentbur

He's bi but heavily in denial like DEEP DEEP in denial

He HATES being tall !!! He wishes he was shorter because his height makes him stand out a lot and that's the LAST thing he wants

He prays literally every night before bed. Mostly asking for forgiveness (which he shouldnt have to ask for) because he thinks he's a horrible person just for being himself

He CLINGS onto Charlie, they're not like super close friends or anything but he LOVES Charlie. He looks up to Charlie a lot and WISHES he had his confidence and sense of self :')

He doesn't like Tommy, he thinks Tommy's too loud and disrespectful and hates how much attention he attracts. So he tends to just avoid him even if they're in the same classes

He absolutely regrets smoking with Bill and Ranboo but he also feels INCREDIBLY GUILTY for wanting to do it again (because he actually had fun and was able to relax for a moment)

He LOVES emo rock, indie, modern rock and other similar genres. His parents are really strict so he has to listen to his music in secret and ALWAYS has his earbuds on him, its a comfort item too. His three favorite bands are MCR, Ghost and Radiohead :]

The only game he was ever allowed to play was and still is Minecraft. He LOVES Minecraft but at the same time he desperately wishes to be able to play other games

He fucking LOVES GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL !!!!! he used to be in a Christian school but it gave him so much anxiety he was physically ill every single day and he just couldn't take it anymore!!!! To his surprise his parents actually agreed to let him go to public school during his sophomore year and he's been there ever since (now hes a senior)

Charlie is really his only friend, he's tried talking to other kids but he's horribly awkward and socially inept. Charlie basically adopted him and takes care of him like a brother !!!! Even if they're not super close Charlie's always looking out for him and tries to include him with his friends even tho Stu declines most the time :((

Keith Smith

HIS WIFE LEFT HIM AND TOOK THE KIDS TOO 😭😭😭 he's still trying to find her but he's slowly losing hope and he's really considering just giving up

He's basically the "king" of the end, even though he's not actually the ruler, it was his wife. But since she's GONE he basically had to take her place, until he finds a new wife or convinces her to come back if he ever found her (the end is a matriarchy)

He's kind of insufferable why do you think his wife left him

He has two kids, Lune (pronounced like loon) and Sunny. He LOVES his kids and is actually a really great dad despite being kind of an ass and fucking annoying. He misses them a lot and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to see them ever again

Dr. Malpractice

He's a geneticist specifically experimenting with mob/human hybrids.

His experiments are NOT ETHICAL AT ALL!!! He does whatever tf he wants whenever he wants. His only healthy, surviving test subjects are Phil (enderman), Tommy (spider), Charlie (creeper) and Quackity (duck). (He also experiments on my sona,, that I added for funsies,, but they weren't created by him he just happened to find them one day more on that later)

He's actually trying to make humans more powerful in a way, because they're the weakest humanoid species of them all. He wants to "save" humanity from their own biological inferiority and doesn't care how long it takes or how much damage he causes to others so long as he reaches his goal. Because he's fucking delusional and thinks he's doing something good

He even experimented on his kid, Fundy, and he didn't make it. He has a,,, complicated relationship with what happened to Fundy. On one hand the guilt eats away at him constantly, on the other he brushes it off as just another failed experiment since in the long run,, the ends justify the means in his mind

So far his deceased test subjects include Fundy, Niki, George, and Toby (Tubbo). His only escaped subject was Randy (Ranboo) and he's so fucking paranoid that somehow he'd be able to get the authorities to stop his experiments. But it's been months since Ran escaped and nothing's happened so he isn't AS paranoid anymore, but he still worries about it

He names all the test subjects himself, it's easier for him to remember than numbers because he has dyscalculia funnily enough

All the test subjects were made in his lab with stolen DNA so he didn't have to use his own. He basically grew them in tubes and used a rapid growth serum in the tanks to make everyone adult sized since it was easier to run tests that way. He accidentally left Phil cookin for too long so he's the oldest out of everyone LMAO (except for Dr mal himself, he's 37)

Ok so onto the cringe part !!!! cSoda is a shapeshifter, shapeshifters are VERY rare and often hide themselves because they're very sought after to hunt for sport or used for various reasons. They're basically "born" from the planet itself, they grow in pockets underground for many years and kinda just pop up when they're ready. (Think of like. Steven Universe gems but organic) cSoda is erm undercooked let's say LMAO because they popped up early in their development they're basically defective. They age (albeit slowly), their body scars, they can't regrow limbs properly, their shapeshifting is limited to only animals/people they've SEEN before and they are incredibly naive and have a harder time understanding/learning about the world.

Dr. Mal found cSoda (no idea how yet) and he normally wouldn't have cared but he saw their shapeshifting and immediately decided to "take them in". He takes advantage of their naivety and basically brainwashed them into thinking he cares for them. cSoda presents as a dog (more lore I don't feel like getting into rn) so they have the personality traits of one as well, very loyal and loving and INCREDIBLY affectionate. Which Dr Mal HATES.

If it weren't for the fact that cSoda is more useful to him while alive he probably would've just killed them because he's CONSTANTLY annoyed and irritated by them LMAO he wants to be able to replicate their shapeshifting and hopes that it might be able to help him achieve his goal

c!Wilbur

He fucking LOVES working the burger van with Ranboo, it gives him something to do and he actually enjoys spending time with them even after initially not really liking them. He thinks Ranboo is SO interesting and loves to analyze everything he says and does pFF

HE FUCKING. APOLOGIZED TO TOMMY!!!!! FOR EVERYTHING !!! HE WANTS TO DO AND BE BETTER FOR HIM AND HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP!!!! HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO MUCH AND IS TRYING TO BE BETTER AT SHOWING THAT RAAHH

He fucking REEKS no matter how much he showers or uses deodorant. It'll help with the intensity of the smell but he just reeks of death bc he was rotting !!!! he also smells like cigarettes and alcohol which does mask the rot and is actually preferable by most people (especially Quackity, who's VERY vocal about how much Wilbur stinks)

Tinybur

He's REALLY clingy, like he NEEDS someone to be holding him at all times. Normally it's Tommy (who's so obviously his favorite even tho he denies it)

It doesn't remember being human for the most part but he does miss it, especially being a normal height

He HATES when people baby him, he's a grown man who just happens to be child sized. If you talk down to him he WILL be an asshole

It was surprised when people started referring to him as an "it" but he kinda liked it !! It doesn't have the same feelings about its gender since becoming a doll and he thinks it's kinda weird but cool at the same time. It really is just vibin

It's voice is high pitched and he kinda hates it, its gotten used to it but it doesnt really like how its voice changed

Animatronic!Wilbur

He's so fucking annoying and is always flirting with parents for whatever reason. He fucking LOVES if they get flustered too it boosts his ego

He's SOO jealous of Ranboo its kind of embarrassing. He thinks he should be the lead singer and mascot but doesn't vocalize it, although he does make it painfully obvious

He's the lead guitarist and back up vocalist in the band (Tommy plays keytar, Ranboo is lead singer and James is the bassist)

He's actually really fucking insecure despite being a fan favorite. One time someone left their phone and it didn't have a password so he was able to use the internet which was. A mistake. He's seen the horrors of the Beloved Ent. Fandom and he thinks people only like him because he was made to be the "attractive one" and not because he actually has anything of substance.

He fucking HATES Schlatt with a passion, so he avoids the bowling alley entirely now. Jimmy (solidarity) used to be the bowling mascot but he was too fragile and a push over with guests so they replaced him with Schlatt. Who's nice enough to guests but does have a bit of a temper and doesn't take ANYONES bullshit. Wilbur was actually really close with Jimmy and he misses him terribly :(

Can you tell who I have more brainrot for LMAO

[gamblersdoll]

THE WARM THE COLD THE SIX.. chapter 3

tw: 18+, fingering, oral (f receiving) praise, degrading, reader had body piercings, pure filth when it gets there, reader is sleep in first portion.

“maiakai is going to regret talking to her.” both geto and gojo thought, hearing over the span of two days that you were supposed to go “out” with him or how he was coming over.

you and maiakai werent dating, but could you? probably not.

you spent some times cleaning up the place just in case he did want to come over, causing geto and gojo slightly on edge. gojo decided to try and distract you of your cleaning, making sure that if maiakai did come over, itd be trashy.

“so.. my wife, how tall are you?” gojo asked, his signature grin and his signature arm slung around your shoulders. he already knew the answer to that, but it was anything to keep you distracted.

geto would purposely make a little bit of a mess, contrary to belief. he wouldnt clean the dishes like he normally would or wouldnt collect his shedded hair. or hed spill hot candle wax on the table.

“what is your problem, you two??” you had asked, growing annoyed about their behavior, which wasnt normal for geto, or has satoru ever been this annoying.

they shrugged, pretending like they didnt know what you were talking about, so you ignored them too and decided to get dressed for whatever were to come to you. maiakai had texted you.

“coming over.” it had read, causing a lurch in your stomach. you quickly got dressed, went over some things and took deep breaths. your makeup looked decent, you looked great.

once you heard the doorbell going off, you bolted to the door, opening it and welcoming him in.

“nice place!” he had complimented you, then spotting the two boys sitting on the couch playing some random game. “who’re you two?”

gojo and geto didnt like the way he worded that.

“these are my roommates, geto and gojo… please ignore them.” you had said, hoping they wouldnt ruin your chances.

gojo saw his opportunity, so he took it. he is satoru gojo anyway.

“ i thought we were more than that?” he pretended to whine, feeling hurt. he frowned, pouting. maiakai was definitely confused now.

“what does he..” maiakai started to say, before you cut him off.

“hes an idiot, please ignore him.” you said, shooing gojo away.

“but i thought we all were involved with each other?” geto chimed in, putting on a confused look. “ did we do something wrong, love? is that why youre mad at us?” he pressed, putting down the controller.

maiakai definitely didnt want to be apart of this, so he decided to look else where.

“yeah.. think i should go.” maiakai said, making his way to the door quickly. you had tried to convince him to stay, but to no avail but only a door shut in your face.

gojo and geto were happy that he was finally out the picture, but ready to deal with a angry you.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you asked, gritting your teeth at them. “because of a boy?!” you had asked, folding your arms.

geto somewhat felt bad, so he spoke for the both of them. “we uh.. didnt want you to leave.” he said, ashamed.

gojo didn’t pay you any mind, still focused on that damn game.

“yeah well, you won , assholes.” you said, storming off into your room, slamming it. while geto felt bad, gojo didnt feel any remorse. you shouldnt have allowed it, simply put.

“we have to make it up to her somehow, satoru.” geto said, feeling embarrassed about his behalf today.

…….

hours had went by now, and you were probably asleep. geto and gojo went to go check in on you, only opening the door to a surprise.

you were definitely asleep, but only sleeping in a oversized shirt and panties that they could see on display, making gojo’s pants tight.

“we need to apologize, satoru.” geto whispered to him, trying his best to be respectful. gojo shooed him off, scoffing.

“we are, we are.” he said, making his way to your bed. geto sighed, feeling like he has an idea of how to apologize.

two peas in a pod, you would say. geto softly and slowly flipped you on your back, careful to not wake you. and both slipped off your panties carefully so it wouldnt be too rough.

“fuck, her pussy smell’s delightful.” gojo groaned, wanting to dive in right then and there.

two peas in a pod.

geto and gojo looked at each other, and poked their tongues out to lick at your clit, causing you to moan softly in your slumber, and your clit throbbed. gojo, being a little shit, lapped and softly suckled on your clit, your folds, and your thigh.

“gojo, youll wake her up-“

“what the hell?” you said, groggily and a soft moan rippling through your throat. geto froze, and gojo leaned up to your face.

“wanted to apologizeee…” dragging out the last word, kissing on your neck. geto looked up at you, slightly nervous but still suckling on your clit.

“we’re sorry..” geto said, slightly muffled. gojo shook his head, sucking on your ear and chuckling.

“im not apologizing for something i was forced to do.” gojo snickered, sneaking his hand under your shirt and chuckling. he looked at geto, watching how he slurps on your pussy and apologizes, how hes sorry for making you angry. his hand stopped, and he looked at you..

“whats wrong, sat—“

“this bitch has nipple piercings.” gojo said, ripping your shirt off and suckling on them, swirling a nipple in his mouth and moaning.

all three of you were a mess, by time gojo was stroking himself, geto had slipped two fingers into your sloppy pussy, curling and brushing against your gummy walls as you sniffled and moaned.

“you cryin?” gojo leaned in your ear, twisting and pinching your prettied up nipples.

you shook your head, biting your lip until you felt yourself coming down.

“im gunna cum!” you moaned, arching your back and pawing at getos head, tugging on his long locks of hair.

“cum for him, pretty slut.”

“we’re sorry, beautiful, cum fer me.�� geto said, mouth full of your cunt and what now is your essence.

after your orgasm, you shook for a bit until you jumped slight, only for it to be gojo and geto cleaning you up.

“still mad at us, beautiful?” geto had asked, hoping you wouldn’t be anymore.

“not right not.” you had said, allowing gojo to brush up against you in a embrace and allowing geto to reciprocate.

[forcebutch]

hey man love ur work. just started t and trying to figure out if im a butch [currently id as bi but also not sure if i might be a lesbian] whos on t or if i might be like. an actual man. the thought of being a gay dude terrifies me but i cant tell if its scary bc im in denial or if its scary bc its not true.

i guess im wondering if u have any tips on figuring myself/shit out? i think part of it is feeling like i'll lose being butch if i'm also attracted to men?? any input or thoughts u may have are helpful tyy

i was gonna tell you you shouldnt source your info from porn blogs (and i should ABSOLUTELY NOT be your only source. i'm serious) but considering that i've been through that particular existential crisis multiple times i have some experience with it, let's do this anyways.

i am not even half as confident in my personal life as i am on this blog. my gender-sexuality is fluid and i do not fit nicely in categories, but that can feel like it leaves me either labelless or a liar. life as a gender-sexuality weirdo is not kind on anybody, and that pain really erodes away your concept of what parts of your self-image you are Allowed To Be, especially if you rely on others who agree with strict untouchable boundaries between genders and sexualities. frankly the strict no-touching model of gender-sexuality is really bad for questioning and gender/sexually fluid people. i think at some point in the 2010s we lost the idea of a queer spectrum and continued on with policed modes of gender-sexuality.

that's all theory, though. you can litigate your gender and sexuality to line up with cliquey queer ingroups or gender-apathetic academics or return-to-tradition het truscum until the cows come home and still never feel like yourself.

as my wife says, there's a reason science degrees require a number of lab hours. at some point you just gotta do it. no more theory: turn off brain, start. you have several hypotheses and they need some actual testing. flirt with somebody at a gay bar. do drag. buy syd sixx's or carta monir's t-masc-featured porn, take an edible, and have a night to yourself. watch an archived copy of bloodsisters with your pants off. fuck a friend who's gay in a different way than you. ask your partner to switch between calling you a good boy and a good butch in bed. call yourself a faggot while you're jacking it. 69 another gender outlaw. Do Something. you can figure out labels as you go.

[calbeloved]

im a liar that can't hold myself back at all. have this dangal thing i wrote entirely in bed still half asleep (inspired and based on beyond: two souls but if you know the premise there shouldnt be any further spoilers) 👍👍👍

a bit of a TW, dante thinks about germs and bacteria and dying (from that & the cold) a couple of times in what is probably a weird way so keep that one in mind if you're also worried about that kind of stuff!!

Dante doesn't like the bedrooms. Or the “living room”, or the kitchen, or the outside. Or maybe he just doesn't like anything at all about the orphanage- that'd make more sense to say, wouldn't it?

Gal doesn't seem to share the same sentiment. He likes to explore and wander around– when Dante is stuck in his room or too afraid to come out, there's always a migraine soon to follow; Gal doesn't like being limited, yet they're stuck together anyway. He gets angry sometimes. A lot of those times, it just makes Dante stay in his room longer; the doctors are concerned about the random bloody noses.

Today, though, Gal wants to go outside.

It's cold and windy and there's even snow and Dante really doesn't want to go out, but he's sick of headaches and feeling dizzy, so he follows the nuges anyway.

Cold means getting sick, and getting sick means dying, so Dante makes sure to cover himself up as best as he can to keep his body the most warm it can be. A hat, two pairs of socks, two too-small pants under a jumpsuit and a big, warm hoodie on top of his shirts. He ties a scarf on top of his neck warmer and puts on the gloves Beatrice lent to him.

A demanding pull is accompanying him the entire time as he dresses; Dante doesn't blame it. Gal can't feel cold or get sick, after all; he doesn't understand why Dante has to do this instead of just walking out as he is.

But that's fine. All he whispers is a; “Sorry, just a little longer– have some patience” into the air and tries to tie his shoes faster.

Sneaking through the orphanage is easy. It's not as much as sneaking, even, just simple walking and paying some extra attention into not slamming the doors. The Nuns are still busy after the last time Gal was playing with the lights; the generator was… something happened to it. It didn't blow up, he doesn't think, but anything can happen, so he wouldn't be surprised even if that were true.

The doors are locked sharp at 6 PM, but there's no reason to worry about that. They shouldn't be out that long– even if they were, Gal can easily open either the doors or the window of his room.

“We can't go too far, Gal,” he murmurs quietly as he closes the main door behind him. The wind picks up at his words; Dante scowls. “We can't. Someone will notice if we're not back when it gets dark, and that's what's going to happen if we get lost in the woods again.”

He pauses for a moment and Gal presses against it in displeasure; a pressure in his head and a sensation on his skin that he's already too used to to call it uncomfortable.

“‘m going.”

And he does.

Strangely, Gal pushes him in the direction of the playground. Usually, he wants to go into the forest to look at all the animals and insects and wander around the trees, but it seems… not today. Dante has no objections about that (he hates the bugs; especially more when Gal tries to throw them into his face, and he's steadily getting better with his aim) so he follows without a word, shoes crushing the snow beneath his feet with a satisfying noise.

There, in the middle of the playground, is a swing. Dante stops and stares. There's nobody on it.

(He loves that swing. It's the best thing in the whole orphanage– in the whole world. He can't play on it, like, ever cause when he's allowed outside someone will always already be on it, and they don't ever let him play. But he observes it from his window sometimes; the playground is visible from inside, and Bea likes to draw him swinging on it, so it's not… that big of a deal.)

Gal nudges him again. Go, go, what are you waiting for?

Dante… slowly walks closer. As he does, the swing starts swinging, but he knows it's not because of the wind.

“Oh.”

Pressure again– Gal twirls around him, excited at the realisation.

“You want to push me?” Slowly, despite the weather, despite knowing he's still probably going to get in trouble for sneaking out, despite everything, Dante smiles.

The swing seems to explode up; it almost touches the metal pipe that holds it up, and immediately goes down with a loud noise as the chains hit each other.

“Gal! Quiet!” And yet he cannot stop a giggle from escaping– Gal wanted to swing with him? And he's this excited about it?

He jogs the rest of the way and practically jumps onto the swing. Carefully wraps his gloved hands around the chains; he doesn't want to get bacteria on his hands. It'd take just one move for him to touch his face and then they'd get onto his whole body and then inside and he'd die.

Gal stays still as he prepares himself; he knows that this is important, at least. The moment Dante raises his head, though, the swing immediately starts rocking to the sides. Gentle and yet uncontrollable.

“Okay. But you have to be careful! I don't want to go that high. And don't make me fall either!”

Gal flickers like a fire about to be extinguished; probably offended at the thought.

Dante just smiles and hides his face in the scarf. “Okay, okay! Sorry. You can start now.”

Not unlike before, the swing moves suddenly, but it is slower and not as violent. Forwards and backwards, up and down and up, and Dante stays grinning, even despite his stomach dropping with each swing.

Again and again, even Gal seems to laugh.

Dante grins– maybe at the feeling of it, or maybe just at the swinging itself, and just makes a point not to look into the windows so he won't know which of the kids will ultimately snitch to the Nuns. What's a punishment when Gal will be there with him, anyway?