#im just easily pleased ig—

[sofieartz]

[ AFK Journey Fanart ]

I've been slowly making my way through Song of Strive through the Peaks of Time (I currently just entered the Crimson Highland), and I've officially adopted these two as my mine.

[narwhalandchill]

the unfortunate thing abt the narwhals 4.2 appearances is that both in those kind of dynamic cutscenes and bossfights alike there are set limitations in terms of scale given the model kinda. Has to actively be there moving in game environments . and as huge (& beautiful 🥰) as the narwhal Is even within those (particular props to how the model dimensions warp and get way bigger during the swallowing animation kinda implying how big its Actually intended to be). its also just Not That Massive for a creature whose whose sheer size in lore is p much described as like. genuinely incomprehensible . that casually consumes entire worlds and hosts newborn ones within its stomach. Like its just a Bit tiny for what youd expect (but very cute and stunning!!! With lovely animations!! Dearest)

But that also makes the subject of its Actual In Lore Size very funny bc it lets you kinda. Forget about that aspect for a little bit and then you go back to the 4.1 scene like

Right. Right.

THATS the all-devouring narwhal we are talking about . Thats the real deal 💀

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[spicypussywave]

obsessed with mdl having character profiles like this

and

[duhlore]

❛ BUT I LOVE MESSIN’ WITH YA !

PAIRINGS; subbot!k. chisaki (overhaul) x reader

CWS; amab!reader, brat taming ig, belly bulge, afab!chisaki, choking, mentions of biting/marking, not mentioned if reader is a hero/villain etc ((up to u >_>)),, cunnlingus/face riding, creampie(s), p in v sex, ooc idfk 😒😒, cowgirl position, lowercase on purposeosos!!,, not proof read

notes: rewatchde mha and im 5 eps away from being doen with s4 and good god overhaul is so..😛😛,,this is lazily done srry but i have TOOOO much shit in my drafts so i needa work on thag.,,,;..

KAI CHISAKI who's always so rude and bossy towards others, pushing and bullying them into doing what he wants them to because he has to get his way all the time for some odd reason, not caring how many nasty comments he has to make to get what he wants. what a brat... KAI CHISAKI who thinks he's better than everyone because of his gigantic ego, like he rules the world or something. it never mattered how small or how little the person was, he always frightened or threatened them enough to do whatever he says. some definitely needs to put him in his place, but no one has the guts to do so because they're all so terrified and intimidated by him... except for you.

a low, almost inaudible whimper falls from kai's lips, a familiar sound you gotten used to as he hovers over your face, staring down at you with half-lidded lust filled eyes. And as he lowers himself down onto your face, he can't contain the moan that immediately left him when he felt your lips suckling on his clit, giving all your attention to the sensitive nub while he began rocking his hips, slowly finding a rhythm.

kai ends up grabbing a fist full of your hand when he's about to cum, grinding down onto your mouth hastily as he desperately chased his orgasm, his soaked pussy making a mess all over your face. and when he does come? he's loud as ever, so loud to the point where he has to cover his mouth with his hand, head thrown back in ecstasy as rides out wave after wave of pleasure.

KAI CHISAKI who'd always keep a stoic face and cold attitude, but when he's around you? he's a completely different person— he's always so loud and whiney whenever you go down on him, his body trembling in ways only you can cause. And he gets wet so easily too... it doesn't matter what you do to him honestly, you could literally just brush your hand against his waist or his thigh and his cunts practically drooling for you, begging for your girthy length.

KAI CHISAKI who loves when you bend his smaller body into all sorts of positions, but his personal favorite is definitely when you let him ride you. It makes him feel like he's in control... at least a little bit. he enjoys being on top because he gets to see your face while he pleases you, which pleases him— a lot.

“hmmph...” kai's breath hitches as he continues to move, his thighs aching while his body screams at him to stop, but he can't bring himself to do so. he loves looking down to see your face, being able to see how much pleasure he was bringing to you as his walls contract around your member. there are pretty marks scattered from his collarbone all the way up to his jawline along with marks on his neck that resembled handprints from you not too long ago, a sign that he belonged to you.

at some point, chisaki's head falls back when he feels your finger start to rub his clit while your other hand press against the bulge of your thick cock poking through his tummy, it was crazy how deep you were— it felt like he could feel you in his fucking throat. there's a white ring forming where the two of you are joined together, the mixture of your fluids causing kai's pussy to make an oddly satisfying squelching sound due to how sticky it was.

KAI CHISAKI who doesn't let anyone control him or forbid him from getting what he wants, but when it comes to you... he's on his knees whenever you ask, willing to give you whatever you want without and doubt or hesitation.

© duhlore,, do not repost or copy at all pls >_>

[rafeshow]

Part 2 of just for clicks 🥺😩🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 please

just for clicks .. pt. 2

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : probably extremely out of character hasan (it’s been a minute since i’ve watched a stream pls let me live), use of y/n, angst, comfort, tension?, english isnt my first language, probably lots of inconsistency’s and errors.. lmk if i missed any tags !

a/n : heyyy ppl.. sososososo sorry for how long this has taken !! i’ve been very busy in my personal life and i’ve had extreme writers block, and no motivation to write for men tbh LMAOO. if you have any requests for fem streamer fanfics send them my way ig 😭. all that to say, again; im so terribly sorry for the delay with this fic. sorry if it’s awful, i’ve been writing it on and off for MONTHSSS. read part one here.

You awoke around 3AM to a gentle knock at your apartment door. The current ‘situation’ Hasan had sprung the two of you into only mere hours ago had easily kept you up; having only been asleep for about 10 minutes at this point. It was like clockwork watching it play out; first the clips, then the comments against Hasan, followed by the people running to his defense, and of course the few content creators (who probably didnt meet him more than once) insisting they ‘always knew something was off about him’. It had been hours since it blew up, and other than responding to the few initial texts from your friends informing you of the situation, you had gone completely radio silent.

The saddest part was you werent even upset. Rather the opposite, your brain jumped through hoops trying to rationalize it. He just said it in the heat of the moment, he didnt mean it the way it came off, he was just defending himself, he just wanted to make his feelings clear. But of course, the rationalizing thoughts can only do so much to block out the harmful ones; you just really over-thought the way the two of you acted, it was never like that, you made it weird, its your fault.

But honestly, what else could you do? Sitting and ‘rotting’ (for lack of a better word) in bed was much more appealing than the other options. Yes you could hop online and defend yourself, be mad about it, say how gross it was for him to insinuate you'd do anything for views, talk about how weird it is for him to get that pressed over a fan video. Or, you could always flee and take the sad victim side, let all your friends do the talking for you, leave little comments like ‘i didnt know he thought of me that way’ and profusely apologize. But none of that would be you being honest. Of course you wanted to defend yourself, of course you were sad and beating yourself up about it, but you wanted nothing more than to just sit and wallow in it for a while. Avoid the inevitable for as long as possible.

Your friends had all been bombarding you with messages and calls, but your phone was long past muted and set aside. Before going awol you left most of them with a brief ‘im going to sleep it off’ message, but judging by the still persistent notifications, youd assume that didn't ease their minds at all.

Youd been aimlessly watching a show for a few hours at this point, lulling in and out of sleep and tuning out the sound of your phone for the most part. The sudden knock at your door was a change in pace though, the sound snapping you out of the static and fog buzzing around in your head. No, the idea of one of your friends driving over to check on you wasn't all that out of the question. You lived just outside of L.A, far enough from most of your friends to feel like a nuisance asking anybody to drive to come visit you, but not far enough where you couldn't justify driving there yourself. You sat up, adjusting your loose sweatpants where they hung low on your hips. After a bit of quick process of elimination, you figured it was QT; one of your closer (and most considerate) friends. Because of this, you opted not to throw a shirt on to cover yourself, clad in a just a comfortable sports bra.

You shuffled your way over to the door, throwing on the best smile you could manage before twisting the knob and opening it. You were surprised when you had to adjust your eyes upwards, the figure at your door towering over where QT would normally reside. As you took him in, it didnt take long for an exhausted sigh to leave you. It was Hasan. There he stood, still sporting his typical tall and broodingly aloof aesthetic, even despite being moderately hunched over and with concern etched in every inch of his stature. You couldnt help but notice how unsure he looked. Anxious. No, Hasan wasnt always the most outgoing and ‘go-lucky’ guy, but he looked almost pained as you met his eyes; his clothes twisted in ways that made you guess hed been fidgeting with them, his nail polish chipped away on most fingers, the way he took an almost comically large step back as soon as you opened the door.

“Can we talk?” He said, his voice a harsh change in the silence you didnt realize was resting between the two of you. “You can say no of course-” He rushed out, only his fingers flaring out in emphasis opposed to his usual hand movements, almost as if he was afraid hed startle you.

“Yea, sure.” You sighed out, hardly even mentally present in the moment. You rubbed at your eyes as you held the door open, leaving plenty of space for him to walk in. He took you up on the invitation, albeit looking incredibly unsure whilst doing so.

He padded into your apartment painfully slow before quickly snapping his eyes to you, almost as if waiting for permission to do something. For you to give him instruction. You didn't even look at him though, instead grumbling your way over to your previous home on the sofa, tugging your blanket to one end and leaving plenty of room for him on the other. He waited till you’d sat down to follow, trying his best to gently take a seat at his appointed spot on the couch.

“How’d you get my address?” You said plainly, opting to just stare into the tv as it lowly played some random show. He’d never been there before. You honestly didnt care, whatever his answer was. You just hoped it would spring him into getting the daunting conversation over with.

“Austin.” He breathed out, sounding even tenser than he looked. “He gave it to me so I could send you something for the podcast a while ago.” He pausued, but continued; “Im sorry, I know how fucking weird it is for me to just show up but I couldnt just sit there and-” He took a breath, and you could practically taste the oncoming ramble. “You wouldnt answer anybody, and you totally have the right to do that obviously but I couldnt just sit with myself not knowing what was going on.. I started driving here before I even thought it through, which is totally my bad.. but I couldn’t just go all the way back without even checking in.. -And I know my feelings are irrelevant in this and its about you I just-”

“Hasan stop.” You turned to him, trying and failing not to look as sympathetic as you did. “I dont-.. it’s fine, okay? I mean obviously it’s not fine, but we’ll get over it. Im sure you didn't mean what you said, or at least not like that- you know- it's whatever, okay?” You practically hushed the words out, opting for the soothing approach and acting way more casual about the situation than you felt. You threw in a horribly farse reassuring smile at the end, hoping to solidify your words.

“You really didnt need to come all this way, I wouldve answered in the morning. I was just sleeping.” You added, and you saw the way his face ticked. He knew you were lying, but he was definitely not going to pry, whether about the lack of sleep or your want to brush things off. He persisted for himself though;

“It’s not fine, y/n. Im not shoving this shit under the rug, it’s going to eat me alive.” He said, his voice switching between frustration, desperation, and forced softness. You could see the way he struggled with his words, trying so hard not to talk about the way he feels (and failing miserably at it). The way a ping of regret would flash over him after every word he spoke. His eyes flickered back and forth from boring into you and staring off into the abyss of meddled emotions he’d created for himself.

“I’ll just lay it out how it is, okay? It was beyond messed up for me to insinuate you’d maliciously do something.. Like that stuff, for views, okay? Especially when I was doing that.. shit to you too. I shouldve never said that, or even thought it for that matter. I was just- frustrated, okay? Thats not me justifying it or anything, I just wanted you to like, know that-”

“Hasan.” You cut him off, this time sitting up and reaching to put a hand on his knee. You swear you could feel his leg flex under your touch. You stopped for a moment, searching his face for answers to questions you couldn't compute.

“What is so frustrating?” Is the question you somehow managed to compose. You don’t know the answer you wanted. It was an open ended question, he could take the side that you secretly hoped he would; that it was the fans. The overwhelming shipping and attention your relationship got from the fans was suffocating to him, and that he didn’t feel the way they portrayed him to feel about you. Or he could take the side that scared you. That he felt exactly the way everyone was portraying it, and them rubbing his own feelings in his face before he even had a chance to do anything about them himself was driving him crazy. Instead, the two of you sat in silence, and it wasnt uncomfortable. The air almost felt thick around the two of you, a comfortable fog, but something in it possessed you to add a gentle squeeze to his leg with emphasis. And you definitely felt him twitch this time.

“Tell me i'm not the only one who's feeling this way.” He finally muttered, and suddenly the feeling of his gaze hit you like a ton of bricks. You almost wanted to cower away with the way his eyes bored into yours, almost needy, the look feeling even more pleading than the words he'd said.

You knew what you wanted to say, but how could you possibly admit to it? Through this whole situation, you’d been not only so terribly irked at him, but also so frustrated with yourself. How could you admit that you too had been feeling the same way, and you hadn’t done anything about it either? You’d be admitting that the ripples throughout the fandom and now the controversy had been from your actions (or lack there of) too. You’d already been beating yourself up about it all day. What answer did he truly want? If you admitted to him that you too felt the same way, would he be greatful or mad? If you lied and said you didn’t feel the same way, what good or bad would it do? It could wreck him, he’d beat himself up beyond belief, the fact that he not only projected his unreciprocated feelings onto you but also gotten mad over it live. All of it being his fault. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. But you didn’t know which was worse, seeing him mad at you, or seeing him sad. You could only hope for the best, before the words spilled out of your mouth;

“Hasan of course I feel the same way.” A frown etched into your face, and you continued before he even had a chance to react; “I’m so so sorry I hadn’t done anything about it sooner either, I just beat myself up about it until I couldn’t-“ you withdrew your hand from his knee, shaking your hands, looking for the words you couldn’t form yourself. “ -I couldn’t tell how I was even feeling about it anymore..? I used to be so upset that you hadn’t done anything, I thought you were toying with me. I mean.. I tried making it obvious that I liked you so that you’d do something if you felt the same way but you never did so I convinced myself that you didn’t-“

“Hey, Hey,” He cut me off, and it was only then that i’d realized how close he’d moved to me during my rant. His leg rubbed against mine where I sat criss cross in the corner of the couch. His frame leaned over mine as he gave his best attempt at shrinking down to aid me. His eyes scattered across my face as his large hand cupped my cheek, hurriedly wiping at tears that I didn’t even notice were falling. It was only then that I finally realized the sound of my hurried breaths, the air practically huffing out of me. He looked frantic, broken, even though that’s exactly what I didn’t want. He pulled me close to his chest, i’m sure not only to sooth me, but also because he couldn’t bare to look at my tear stricken face anymore. I gripped onto his shirt, not even knowing I needed to cry this bad.

He didn’t say anything at first. I felt him pressing kisses into the crown of my head, and I couldn’t tell which one of us needed them more. He held me tight and close, all of his previous worries of hurting me more and being gentle replaced by the need to comfort. It was unspoken how much we’d both wanted to hold each other over the last few months, whether like this or otherwise, and after all our emotions boiling over, I think this was exactly what we needed.

We sat there in the silence for a long time. The humming of the tv still echoing through my flat, and the now present thumping of Hasans heartbeat against my ear was beyond peaceful. Of course, we’d pull ourselves together soon and have a realistic conversation, but for now, this was perfect.

[love-belle]

when i said we could be friends, guess i lied !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them trying to be friends and failing miserably.

or

for when you can't forgive and forget so fuck you and fuck that is the way to go. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - posting this bc i promised y'all i will!!!! only one part of this series left before i start with all of their second parts!!!!! thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

≡;- ꒰ °twitter ꒱

≡;- ꒰ °instagram ꒱

liked by francisca.cgomes, carmenmmundt, lilymhe and 788,626 others

yourusername "the grudge" is now officially yours <3 !! it took me exactly 178 days to complete this song and it's easily one of the most vulnerable and raw songs i have ever written. every feeling i have felt for the past few months is sewn into words and i hope you all like it just as much as i do. i love you <3

13,628 comments

username WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

username oh my god

username my undying LOVE now i hold it like a GRUDGE

username this has ruined me wtf

username no bc how can she write "it takes strength to forgive but i don't feel strong" and expect us all to be okay??????

username WE 💔 BOTH 💔 DREW 💔 BLOOD 💔 BUT 💔 MAN 💔 THOSE 💔 CUTS 💔 WERE 💔 NEVER 💔 EQUAL 💔

-> username she's never reaching the pearly gates for this

username carlos sainz i will haunt u in ur dreams

francisca.cgomes such a raw and heartfelt song!! felt every second of this!!

*liked by yourusername*

username i miss the drivers in her comments section :////

-> username carlos really snatched the most iconic friendships from us

-> username fr like give me my charles and y/n, lando and y/n, daniel and y/n, MAX AND Y/N back

username carlos i am in ur walls

username I TRY TO BE TOUGH!!!!!!! I TRY TO BE MEAN!!!!!!! BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THIS UR STILL EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!

username 178 days.........THEY BROKE UP EXACTLY 178 DAYS AGO

username i need this song injected in my brain

username no bc i thought it'd be a song about revenge or like shitting on him but this makes me wanna die whatcthrbfuck ur paying for my therapy

lilymhe so proud of you 💌

*liked by yourusername*

username i NEED all the drivers to comment in this post stat so i can know that they're all friends 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

username DO YOU THINK I DESERVED IT ALLLLL

-> username YOUR FLOWERS FILLED WITH VITRIOL

-> username YOU BUILT ME UP TO WATCH ME FALL

-> username YOU HAVE EVERYTHING AND YOU STILL WANT MORE

username how could anybody do the things u did so easily 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

-> username no bc if i catch him out on streets it's on SIGHT

username she genuinely looked so sad in her ig live i wanted to cry for her 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

username the fact that carlos broke up with her over CALL like mf at least do it with ur chest

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍🤍🤍

*liked by yourusername*

username is it js me or this feels like the end of y/n's friendship with the drivers and their partners like they haven't liked this post and only a few wags did and while they also commented, y/n did not reply to them

-> username no bc i will actually CRY if that happens 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username "it takes strength to forgive but im not quite sure im there yet" fuck forgiving if i was y/n i would SWING

username i honestly thought that they'd make it like they were just SO real

-> username they were together for 6 years EVERYONE thought that they'd make it

carmenmmundt 🫶🏼

*liked by yourusername*

username PLEASE IM SCREAMINGGG WHAT THE FUCK

username y/n ur paying for my therapy sessions

≡;- ꒰ °twitter ꒱

≡;- ꒰ °instagram ꒱

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, landonorris and 799,526 others

carlossainz55 when i said we could be friends, guess i lied

comments are disabled for this post

≡;- ꒰ °instagram ꒱

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, carmenmmundt, lilymhe and 798,627 others

yourusername you have everything and you still want more

comments are disabled for this post

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 5 - everyone's gay

THE GLADE

[ 12:05 PM ]

tommy: hi guys :3

minho: don't piss me off

tommy: WHAT???

I JUST SAID HI

y/n: hi tommy

minho: great now im pissed

newt: hey guys

y/n: WTF DID I DO??

newt: don’t have to do much to piss him off

minho: -_-

what so now im mean??

tommy: well at times you can be rude

y/n: YEAH? WTF you told me my face looks like a foot the other day

minho: and that foot would have fungus

tommy: lol 🍄 🦶

y/n: WTF THOMAS

gally: he cooked with that

y/n: i’ll cook u on a pike shut up

gally: is it bc im 6’5”?

minho: bro wanted to brag about his height 🤨

y/n: i still don’t believe he’s that tall until i see it with my own eyes

newt: can you guys chill out

minho: no fr im meditating

y/n: can we talk about how newts name is newt again

tommy: y/n stop

be respectful of other cultures

minho: what culture????

british white man????

newt: my parents hate me i get it

y/n: doesn’t ur sister have a normal name

newt: ig

it’s sonya

minho: 💀💀💀💀

old lady ahh name

newt: u literally have a crush on her die

y/n: WOAHHHH

tommy: HEYYYY CUSSER

newt: cusser ??

tommy: yes you cussed

newt: i just said die

tommy: biggest cuss word of all time

newt: you make my head hurt like in the realest most tangeable way possible

minho: so like a real headache

y/n: u do that to me minho

minho: bro’s mad she has a goated best friend ?? wtf

y/n: and who’s this goated best friend???? bc it ain’t you

minho: -_____-

tommy: it’s me :33

y/n: ^^ literally

minho: ok newt ur my best friend

newt: i don’t pick best friends

y/n: what

minho: what

tommy: what??

y/n: well why not

newt: because of situations like these

y/n: it’s ok guys he didn’t say me bc he doesn’t want to hurt ur feelings 😂😂

minho: me when im a liar

tommy: well of course it’s me

im always there for newt

some even think we have a relationship that’s more than friends at times ❤️

minho: woah woah woah there

newt: it’s true

tommy: see im his best friend

newt: no not that part

this old woman at the library told me she ‘supports us’ when tommy came to visit the other day

y/n: and that woman was me

newt: you are quite old

y/n: WHAT UR OLDER THAN ME

tommy: kind of hurt right now :/

minho: you’ll get over it

we all know im his bestie

y/n: yeah. gay best friend

minho: oh so gays an insult now nice i know where u stand

screenshotting this for when you get famous and i have to expose you

y/n: omg you think i’ll be famous awww <33

tommy: it’s ok she’s a bit gay like all of us

i give her the pass

minho: who is all of us

tommy: you heard me

im gayest but.. easily swayed ;)

newt: the fuck are you talking about

minho: ok bisexual twinkatron 5000

y/n: a bit gay??? last person i dated was a woman im a box muncher more than you guys

newt: box muncher is fucking crazy

minho: newt you’re supposed to like,..,., say how you do it too

newt: why would i say that

minho: girls like that quality in a man

y/n: what are you even talking about

newt: i don’t like you minho

tommy: yaaas you love him

newt: not sure how i feel about you either

tommy: 😞☹️

minho: dont care didn't ask plus ur british

alby: Hey y’all

newt: there’s my best friend hey buddy

minho: WHAT

y/n: WHAT

tommy: AWWWW

alby: The fuck

Uhhh hey close friend of mine

newt: wow.

minho: see how that feels?

not so good

y/n: i can show you smth that feels good 😛

tommy: :////

minho: WTF?

newt: HUH

alby: girl..

y/n: KIDDING EW EW EWRWEWEWW SORRY IM SORRY OLEASE

im gonna BARFFFFFFF

I WAS JUST BEING SILLY AND RELATABLE

minho: ok now that’s just rude

newt: valid reaction to a preventable circumstance

minho: bro said cum

tommy: ??

minho: cirCUMstance 😂😂🙏🙏

alby: This is why you guys have no partners

tommy: omg partners so inclusive ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

y/n: I’m so sorry for my actions. I’m ashamed over what I did and said. It was vile, inexcusable and inappropriate. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.

alby: Not the apology tour

minho: ok well it wasn’t THAT bad

newt: no that was needed actually

tommy: you sound like a kpop idol in a scandal

y/n: if i was i’d say

Take care and try not to catch a cold! Fighting!

tommy: too accurate

minho: aw hell naw twice’s 13th member

y/n: damn you know the amount of members

newt: you say that as if he doesn’t have a poster of them above his bed

y/n: oh……

minho: OK ENOUGH

IM GOING TO BED

y/n: ITS THE AFTERNOON

newt: just let him go be with his poster

alby: He’s cranky he needs a nap

newt: that one unemployed friend at 12 pm on a tuesday

minho: shut

tommy: a nap sounds great right now

y/n: true i got 5 hours of sleep

newt: more than me

minho: bro always has to complain

newt: i complain? look at your texts

y/n: i can get you to sleep real fast

newt: who me or minho

y/n: EWWWW DONT MENTION MINHO

minho: IM RIGHT HERE

alby: Notice how she didn’t get grossed out about Newt

Interesting

minho: i know bro is geeked

y/n: im just being silly!

tommy: i’ll show you silly

:P !!!!

newt: wtf is that

im not geeked im locked in

y/n: stop talking like minho i swear

tommy: that’s me being silly :PPPP

y/n: girl… do me a favor

tommy: ok what is it?

y/n: click the button on the side of ur phone real quick

tommy: oh it locked the screen i think i pressed the wrong button? im confused

y/n: no no that’s the right button

now put the phone down

and walk away

newt: now who’s sounding like minho

-

heh.. hey.. (read that like the tiktok audio of that one lady walking into a party u know what im talking abt?!) im so sorry ive been away so long and making everyone pull their hair and wait in agony and anticipation bc u love my story (manifesting). i miss writing so im gonna try and keep up this time. also i didn't tag anyone bc idk who does and doesn't care anymore LMAOOO lmk if u wanna be tagged in the next chapter tehe

[s0apmactav1sh]

Part 2 of Widowed!King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Knight!You who suddenly finds yourself wandering the castle during the night after your conversation with Price unable to stop the words that were constantly repeating within your mind. Why had the king seemed so interested on why you hadnt any body? Did he not appreciate your willingness to deprive yourself of the love and touch of another so you wouldnt worry more about them than him?

Of course you were constantly distracted now, letting guards you sparred with take you down so easily all over being stuck inside your own head. And this wasnt sitting right with King!Price who was wondering why his prized knight now suddenly couldnt beat the other royal guards like you used to.

King!Price who ends up calling you to a meeting in his chambers. Forget the throne room or his royal office. His chambers were where he'd like to speak to you. And like the loyal soldier you were, you were there on the dot entering in after he gave you permission. Other guards and servants around the castle certainly found this strange but it was by the request of your king.

King!Price who doesnt even allow you to speak your reasons. He's just so disappointed that youve lowered your standards. Thats not what a knights meant to do and he makes sure you know that in the most humilating way possible. By having you on your knees looking up at him while he smiles down at you, your head tilted up by the grasp he has on your hair. And its not to be mean, no Price could never. Your his prized knight after all.

"Wheres that devotion gone? Have you suddenly lost it. Is that why your letting those pathetic guards beat you down?"

At that he can see the shame that washes over your face. He wasnt meant to see or hear about your faults. You were meant to be perfect in his eyes no matter the cost. Didnt he understand that the only reason you were acting the way you were was because of him. Your loyalty and devotion for your king ran as deep as the oceans and nothing could change that. So how could you make it up to him? How could you get rid of that disappointed look in his eyes that was practically like the devils glare to you. By offering yourself to him.

"No. My king. Please my devotion and loyalty still lays in your palms. Take what you need of me. Leave me as nothing more than filth if you please, just dont be disappointed in me."

And as those words came tumbling from your lips King!Price knew he had you. He would always have you. Even if any others came along and tried having you for themselves he knew your eyes would always stray back to him because he was your god. You worshipped the ground he walked on, took in his words like water and kept the sight of him embeeded in your brain just for a reminder that he was your king.

Plus who was to blame him when he accepted your offer of yourself? He had already been without a warm body in his bed for a few months because of his late husbands death. What did it matter that he filled that empty spot beside him with your body instead. What did it matter that he filled himself with your cock at the end of every day to make up for the months without any relief.

And like the devoted knight you were, you complied with his ever ask. If he needed you youd remove yourself from your duties, replacing yourself with a capable knight to continue them to rush to him and give him exactly what he wanted. Which more than likely was your cock in his hole while he worked, relaxed or even when he was "napping". You would always come running and he knew it.

-

Am have this Ig? Does it tie in with the last part not at all. I literally need to sleep 😭 its been nearly 3 days without and im barely able to register whag I wrote. Ill make a part 3 in a few days thats just smut for this.

@rodolfoparras

[dreamingofaizawa]

Fixing Broken Glass

Itachi Uchiha x AFAB! Chubby! Reader

Hurt/Comfort

***18+ warning. No smut but it gets mildly suggestive***

Warnings: Brief psychological torture (kinda), improper use of genjutsu, arranged marriage, hints at biting/marking, lmk if I missed anything relevant

Word Count: 6.1k

Author's Note: Idk man, I got Itachi in the brain I guess? Wtf even possessed me to do this? Why not just pure smut? Why no smut at all? IDK MAN IM IN A MOOD I GUESS????? MORE hurt/comfort. MORE trauma responses, MOOOOREEE. After the Bazz-B fic this was just...BAM right there, y'know? Fuck me ig. I'm a sucker for the "fix what you broke" shit

ANYWAY HAVE FUN~

*

He’s supposed to be cold. Stone cold. A killer without a heart, soul, or emotions. He’s supposed to be able to torture enemies and eliminate adversaries without blinking an eye. He’s not supposed to feel a sharp clench in the space his heart left empty. He’s not supposed to feel what’s left of his soul shatter like glass. Especially since he’s the one that’s done this, and he’d done it just as easily as he would in any mission for the Anbu. 

Except this time it’s you on the receiving end of his genjutsu.

You, his now wife. The woman he’d been arranged to marry ten years ago to save his entire clan from extinction, granddaughter of the second hokage Tobirama Senju, cousin to Tsunade one of the legendary Sannin. Truthfully, he never liked you. He hadn’t even known you existed until he’d been betrothed to you, and even then he hadn’t met you until this morning, when you knocked on the door to the house you two had been gifted by Lord Third for the marriage. You aren’t even a ninja. No training or chakra control, just an ordinary Hidden Leaf civilian. He despised you for one reason and one reason only: you were the only gateway he had to saving his clan from genocide at his own hands. But that wasn’t your choice, and it’s no reason for him to have done this.

—

There’s so much noise. It won’t stop. Make it stop, please!

“Itachi please! Make it stop, Itachi! I’m sorry!” You can barely even hear yourself screaming over the noise in your head. There’s too many shrill sounds, too many of your own screams but they aren’t really yours, they’re all the fake screams he’s concocted in your head, all in your voice. It hurts. Your head is pounding, your eyes hurt from crying, your throat is dry and sore and your chest is burning. If you could hear your real voice you’d know you were losing it. You’ve been screaming for what feels like hours. Itachi knows it’s only been about 45 seconds, but it’s the longest and most horrific 45 seconds of your entire life. Your entire body is trembling where you sit, curled up against the wall on the floor with your hands clamped over your ears like it helped at all. And the worst part is that even squeezing your eyes shut doesn’t keep you from seeing those blood red sharingan. Hundreds of pairs, all glaring down at you with such hate and malice and rage. 

Then, suddenly, you could hear yourself. Your real self. Your voice was nearly gone, cracking and broken and not nearly as loud as your mind was just moments ago. And then it was quiet. You could feel your heartbeat all the way through to the tips of your fingers and toes, and the pressure in your head feels like your skull is about to split in two. It takes you a moment to work up the courage to pry your eyes open, and when they finally refocus you immediately regret it. Because all you can see are those eyes. He’s staring at you from where he stands, less than two strides away, unblinking. But as much as you regret looking, you can’t close your eyes. Because then you won’t know where he is, and that is somehow more terrifying than seeing him there before you.

He moves. You panic.

You scramble against the wall, crawling sideways as far as you can get until you've backed yourself into a corner, and your only option is to curl into yourself and beg him not to hurt you again. He’d stopped moving the instant you panicked, staring down at you with an expression you don’t care to decipher. To your shock he actually takes a step back, his hands coming up to show you his palms in what might be an attempt to show you he means no harm. Too little, too late. He’s given you a wide berth, having returned to the couch he’d been sitting on, and you take the opportunity to run. As fast as you can, past the couch and down the hallway, into the bedroom and locking the door behind you. Even with the door between you and Itachi, you take the thick duvet and bunker down in the walk-in closet, wrapping yourself in the blanket and leaning into the corner. You cry until you fall asleep, and even then your dreams are haunted by nightmares.

—

What has he done? He watched you sprint by and only barely managed to keep himself from running after you. He could have caught you before you’d locked yourself in there, easily could have grabbed you before you got to the hallway and explained that he didn’t mean to hurt you like that. Oh, but he did. He meant to activate his sharingan, and he allowed his anger at the system, the hokage, and his clan to cloud his judgement. You were never meant to take the brunt end of that type of genjutsu, your fragile civilian mind is not trained to handle it. He knew that, and he still unleashed it on you without hesitation. There is no excuse for what he’d just put you through. The worst part of it all is that he regrets it. He feels awful, he feels like his soul is being torn like fabric, like his heart’s being strangled by a live wire hooked up to a lightning rod in a thunderstorm.

He can hear your sniffling, muffled through the walls and doors. His fine tuned, heavily trained ears can pick up the way your body is trembling up against the wall. He listens until you pass out, and listens when you whimper and cry in your sleep. It hurts him, more than he cares to admit. Every whine sends a pang through his body, makes his fists clench and his jaw tighten. He’s beating himself up, rightfully, over the mess he’s made. You didn’t deserve it, any of it.

—

A knock jolts you from your shallow nightmare-riddled slumber. You’d woken up several times from the horrible dreams alone, and you have no idea what time it is from your spot in the pitch black closet. Another knock reaches your ears, softer than you expect but the noise is sharp and rattles you to your core. You know who’s on the other side, and you don’t want to face him. Another knock, this time even softer. Like he’s giving up. 

“I’m not leaving. I’m going to wait for you to come out. I promise I won’t do it again. Never again.” His voice sounds tired, like he hasn’t slept at all. You can’t help but feel sorry for him, clearly he regrets it. But you’re still afraid, and you can’t bring yourself to respond to him. There’s a thud, then a louder thud, and he speaks again.

“I’m sitting outside the door.” Then silence. Your heart rushes in your ears. You’re stuck in here until you decide to talk to him. What feels like hours go by as your brain works overtime, debating whether or not to go and face what he has to say or just figure out a way to break out of the bedroom window without being detected. Surely he can break down the door or just pick the lock faster than you can escape. He was Anbu after all. You’re prey, cornered by an elite predator. If you had any choice at the ripe age of thirteen, you’d have refused the marriage arrangement. But you’re stuck here, and you might as well rip the band-aid off, so despite how hard you’re shaking you peel yourself off the floor and open the closet, crawl over to the bedroom door and wait kneeling in front of it. Whatever he has to say, he can say it through the barrier.

“You didn’t deserve it.” You jump when he speaks. His voice sends a chill down your spine. 

“You didn’t deserve any of it. I won’t feed you excuses about not knowing what I was doing, because I did. I knew it would hurt you, and I knew how badly it would hurt. I know you’re a civilian, you can’t handle a genjutsu like that.” None of this is helping. The more he talks the more you fear him. He knew exactly what he was doing by setting that blood gaze on your mind.

“I allowed my hatred and anger toward Lord Third and my clan, and my frustration toward our situation, to cloud my judgement and control my actions. For that, I sincerely apologize.” An apology? That’s…unexpected. Not unwelcome, though it does very little to make you feel any better.

“I am also sorry for using any kind of jutsu on you, no matter the circumstances. It was wrong, dangerous, and abusive as a husband.” Husband. That’s right, this man is supposed to be your husband now. Supposed to be. You reach over and toy with the ring on your finger, twisting it and tugging the smooth band. It’s a simple ring, no engravings or stones, just a plain white gold band. It still shines, no wear or tear having afflicted the soft metal yet. It’s tempting to remove the damned thing. 

“I don’t expect your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it.” He’s right, you muse. Right now, he doesn’t deserve even this much of your attention. But it would seem he wants to crawl his way to redemption.

“But if you ever let me, I want to earn your forgiveness. Earn your grace.” He’s silent after that. He doesn’t seem to move, and you can’t tell if he’s waiting for a response. You aren’t sure if you can respond, your voice may be completely shot. Not that you know what to say. You want to curse him out, call him every degrading name you can remember for the Uchiha that your father had picked up from your grandfather. You can remember having an argument with him every time he’d used one, you hated the way he treated that clan. This clan. Your clan now, apparently. 

Movement snaps you from your memories as Itachi stands, and a piece of your brain panics for something, anything, to say to him before he walks off. Despite all that’s happened in the last presumed 24 hours, despite his mistreatment of you, despite the agony he’s put you through, you want to forgive him. He meant it, but you want to believe he desperately wants to take it all back. Even if just to save the marriage, to save his clan, you want to believe he wouldn’t have done it, given the chance to go back in time. So, despite every nerve in your body and every fiber of your being, you reach up and unlock the door. The handle is cold, and you crawl backward on your knees as you allow the door to swing open toward you. The hinges are silent, and the low thud as the door hits the wall feels like a thunder clap.

You can see his feet, turned toward you. He’s looking at you. You can’t look at him. You’re frozen in place. Now that you can see him, you don’t know what you were going to say, and you can barely even think. Your heart is racing again, your body trembling as you stare hard at the fabric of his pants that gathers at his ankles. You flinch when he takes a tentative step toward you, but you remain in place. Another step, another flinch, another step. He’s getting closer, you’re shaking harder, you’re breathing faster. Don’t move. Be strong. You squeeze your eyes shut tight when he kneels before you, matching your pose. The risk of seeing those eyes is far too great to keep your own open.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” It’s almost funny, and you almost crack the tiniest smile. But it’s bittersweet. A scream crawls up your throat suddenly, voice broken and hoarse, when you feel a hand grab your shoulder. Your eyes are open again, focused solely on that hand that’s now floating mere inches away from your body. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice has dropped in volume dramatically, nearly a whisper. It’s hard to swallow around the dry lump in your throat, but when you manage, you turn your eyes toward him, not daring to look above his collar. 

“I shouldn’t have grabbed you.” His hands move, slowly, palms up and outstretched toward you. 

“You need water. And food. Let me take care of you, like I should have been.” You hate that he’s right, again. You do need water, and food, and he should have been taking care of you from the beginning. As much as you don’t want to, you take the offer being presented to you, reaching out and placing your shaking hands in his open palms. His fingers are warm where they wrap gingerly around your own, tugging you gentle but firm to stand with him. Your knees are weakened after so long crouching and kneeling, and when you try to stand your legs collapse beneath you. A shattered gasp makes its way out of your lungs, but the impact from the ground never comes. Instead you’re leaning up against a strong, solid chest, a similarly strong arm wrapped tight around your waist. You hate the fact that you like how it feels, being held by the very man that less than a day ago had you screaming in fear and agony. 

“Are you alright?” The words are tender, quiet against the shell of your ear. It sends goosebumps over your flesh. Words fail you, all you can manage is a nod as you get your feet beneath you and attempt to stand once again. He supports you still as you gain your balance and the arm around your waist only loosens, a large hand nestling into the dip of your waist. The touch feels too familiar, too affectionate. Your own hands are clenched tight on his shoulders, and you still can’t look him in the face.

“I-” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat, “I’m okay.” Still hoarse, but not as bad as you’d expected. When he moves he takes you with him, slowly guiding you to the dining table where he pulls a seat and sits you down. You’re left there as he disappears into the kitchen, and you can hear him shuffling around as he does whatever it is he’s doing.

—

When you’d fallen into his arms he felt a tightness in his chest, one he hasn’t felt in a very long time. You’d locked yourself in the closet, having to put two barriers between you to feel any semblance of safety in the house you were never supposed to feel threatened in. He knows you can’t look him in the eyes. He’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t sadden him, but he has no room to feel sad about something he’d done. But your eyes, oh your eyes, they’re so red and swollen. Your nose rubbed raw, your lips and cheeks puffed from the crying. Your poor voice is almost completely gone, and all he can hear in the silence as he prepares you a cup of soothing tea are your screams. Those screams are going to haunt his nightmares for days. 

He’s done so much worse to people, and yet here he is feeling extreme guilt and sadness for what he’d done to you. He doesn’t know what it is about you that he’s so attached to. All he knows is that when he held you, he felt warmth in his belly. You’re so soft, so fragile in his hold. After having scarred you so badly, all he ever wants to do is protect you. When he peeks around the corner to check on you he feels that tight squeeze in his chest again. You look ghastly. Your eyes are blank, staring at the table unblinking and unmoving, save for the slight tremble that still wracks your limbs. Deep bags have settled beneath your eyes from both the poor sleep and the stress and trauma that is gnawing its way through your body. Fresh tears fall down your cheeks, and he fights the urge to run over and hold you tight to his chest. It would only scare you more. 

He finishes the tea quickly, then puts some leftover soup on the stove to warm. He makes his footsteps audible on purpose, lets the teacup clink against the dish so you know he’s coming even if you aren’t fully there. Somewhere in your subconscious, you’ll hear him coming and be less alarmed when he’s in your space. He doesn’t comment when you jump as he places the cup down in front of you, and you blink hard to get the tears out of your eyes to see properly. A tiny, weak ‘thank you’ is croaked out. Slowly, he kneels beside you, reaching up even slower toward your face. Every time you flinch back he halts his movements, he wants you to be able to trust him again, if you even trusted him in the first place. Eventually, his fingers touch your cheeks. They’re hot and inflamed as he gently wipes your tears with his thumbs, cradling your face. You still can’t look at him, but he can hardly blame you for that. 

“You don’t need to thank me, sweet girl.” He surprised himself with the pet name, but he can’t say he hates it. He seems to have surprised you too, you’ve stopped shaking for a moment. He doesn’t want to, but he pulls away from you, fighting the sudden urge he has to press a kiss to your temple. It’s not something he’s ever had the urge to do for anyone before, except for his baby brother. He can’t dwell on it too long. There’s soup on the stove, after all. 

—

You’re still blinking away your shock as he disappears back into the kitchen. A pet name was the last thing you’d expected from him. His fingers were so gentle, a stark contrast to how cold he was the first time you’d met in this very house. Even before he’d set his genjutsu on you, his demeanor was less than savory. He clearly wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but now it seems he’s flipped a coin. From what you’ve heard about him, this behavior is unlike him. He’s known for his stint in the Anbu, known for being cold and cruel to his allies and much, much worse to his enemies. 

You never imagined you could be considered an enemy.

You’d tried to be civil when you arrived. When he answered the door he was snippy and his words were clipped. Any of your questions to try to get to know him were met with one-word answers or complete silence. Any attempts to start civil conversation were met with irritation and more silence. Then, when you began getting sick of the cold shoulder from the man you’re supposed to be married to, you’d tried to explain that being friendly with each other would be best. Somehow, somewhere in that interaction, you became a threat. 

It’s hard to suppress your scream when Itachi’s hand ends up on your shoulder again. He’s sitting beside you now, a steaming bowl of what smells like miso soup sitting on the table in front of you. When did he have the time to make it? You don’t get much time to dwell on the thought, though. To your shock, Itachi grabs the spoon and lifts it slowly toward your lips.

“Blow. It’s hot.” It’s gentle, the way he says it, but firm. The finality in his voice leaves little room for argument. So, you do as he says, blowing on the soup gently. 

“Open.” You do, dropping your mouth open for Itachi to slip the spoonful past your lips. It tastes good, savory and salty and warm. It’s doing wonders for your throat, since you hadn’t touched your tea. Itachi noticed, of course, and after a few more spoonfuls the soup is pushed aside. He takes your hands in his, tenderly wrapping your fingers around the warm cup. Gently, he lifts the cup with your hands, urging you to take a sip.

“It’s chamomile, with mint and honey. And lemon.” You blink, turning to look in his direction. You can see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, like he’s nervous.

“It’ll help your throat.” If you weren’t still scared to upset him, you might laugh at how he sounds like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time.

“Thank you.” Even though part of you fears the man, an equal part of you recognizes he’s trying. Trying to take care of you. Trying to make it better, somehow. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hated him. Part of you might, if you thought about it too long and hard, but despite the pain he’s caused you want this to work out. Desperately, you want to be able to move past this and be able to look at him again. Because now, seeing that he does have a tender side, you want to be able to receive all that he has to offer, without being deathly afraid of him. But before anything else, you need to know why. 

“Itachi?” His body goes rigid, you can see the stiffness in his shoulders and the way his fingers grip the fabric of his pants. 

“Yes?” He sounds nervous, which is just a little ironic.

“Why did you do it? What did I do?” All the tension in his body dissipates instantly, and is replaced by what seems to be shock. He’s off his chair and kneeling beside you on the floor, both his hands tugging your own to rest in your lap.

“You didn’t do anything. Nothing you did warranted what I unleashed on you, sweet thing. I did it because I allowed my anger and frustration to dictate my actions. I took out all of my negative feelings on you, simply because you were the one that's been locked into this marriage with me.” That…actually sounds like a normal thing for people to do, when they’re frustrated and overwhelmed. Though he’s far from normal.

“So, it’s not my fault?” You can’t control the way you flinch when he reaches up toward your face, but when you calm your racing heart you allow him to cup your jaw in his palm. It’s warm, and strong, and the longer you focus on the feeling the calmer your heart beats.

“Of course not, sweetheart. None of it was your fault, and it wasn’t fair to you. This is on me. Don’t blame yourself.” Sweetheart. He must be trying desperately to save this marriage. Even if it’s not entirely for you, you’re glad he’s trying. His thumb is brushing across your cheek gently, the rough calluses scratching softly against your skin. It’s comforting, soothing, in a way you can’t quite explain. But you lean into his hold anyway, and reach up to hold his hand in your own. 

“I’m so deeply sorry for what I’ve done. It never should have happened. It shouldn’t have even been a consideration. All of my trained discipline, all of my logic, leapt out the window yesterday morning.” He sounds sincere, you have no doubt he truly is sorry. Regret is hard to miss. Maybe, in time, you can forgive him. 

“Thank you for that, Itachi.” His thumb presses into your bottom lip, tugging it gently as he swipes across it.

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart. Not until you can feel safe looking at me again.”

“I didn’t realize you cared at all.” It’s a little more vindictive than you meant it to be, a little more venomous. It’s sharper than you intended.

“I do care. I care a great deal, actually.” It’s hard to believe, after everything is said and done.

“Why? Why do you care so much? When we first met you didn’t even want to speak to me, let alone acknowledge our marriage.” His hand on your jaw slips down to your neck, massaging the muscle joining it to your shoulder.

“I know. And for that, too, I’m sorry. I care because I’m supposed to care. Because I hurt you, and I need to heal you. And because when I realized exactly what I’d done, when I saw you curled up in that corner…My heart began to beat in my chest again. And it tried to suffocate itself at the sight of you.” You can only blink at his confession. What exactly is he trying to say?

“Seeing you hurt caused me pain. I hadn’t even known you for an hour yet, but in that moment I realized I never want to see you hurt ever again, and the fact that I was the cause for all of your pain made me feel like I wanted to curl up and die.” Swallowing around the lump in your throat is hard, but you manage.

“Itachi, what exactly are you telling me?” You lean back when he leans forward, but he doesn’t stop until his forehead is pressed to yours, your eyes squeeze shut to keep from seeing his.

“I’m saying that I care deeply for you, out of more than just obligation. I care about your well being, I care about your safety, and I care about you. And I hurt you, and I need to help you heal from that because being the root cause of your own personal hell is killing me inside. Knowing that I hurt you so profoundly that you can’t even look at me without fearing me is eating me alive. You deserve better. I want to be better, for you.” The silence that draws between you is strange, heavy but not thick or pressured. He leans closer, his nose nestling side by side with yours, and you can just barely feel his breath on your lips.

“I’ve never been in love, not deeply, and I can’t say that I love you. But I think I may come to love you. All of this is brand new to me, and I’ve spoiled it all. Even worse, I’ve spoiled it for you in a way that may be irreparable. I’ve ruined it so thoroughly that you feel in danger in your own home. Nothing can fix that, nothing can fully take away your pain and fear.” His voice is beginning to tremble, the grip he has on your hand tightening. It’s only been a day since the incident, and part of you still fears him immensely. But now, hearing these things, hearing just how heavily the regret lies on his shoulders, a large part of you wants to heal.

“Itachi?” 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You promised earlier, through the door, that you’d never…you know.” Your head is nudged around as he nods.

“Never. Never again.” Healing has to start somewhere, right?

“Hold on to me. Tight.” He complies, after you feel his brows pinch together in confusion. With your heart in your throat, you force your eyes up to his face. Slowly, you drag your gaze up his features, your hands beginning to tremble. The hand on your neck comes back up to cup your jaw, holding you in place as you stare hard at his lips.

“Don’t force yourself to do this. You don’t have to try right now.” You grip his wrist, blink away some of the panic that tries to crawl over every one of your nerves. 

“I want to.” 

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, really. Not yet. It’s barely been a full 24 hours, you don’t need to push yourself so soon.” It’s strange how terrified he sounds. Still, he’s holding onto you, and if you don’t try this now you might not try it ever.

“I’m sure. Just…I need to try. For both of us.” His jaw clenches, even while he nods, and you take your time pulling your gaze up his face. You can see them, his eyes, in the edges of your sight. They aren’t red without the sharingan active. That blood red haunts you. But the cool, pitch black that gazes at you now is almost calming. Almost. You have to repeat over and over in your head that he promised he wouldn’t, and the closer you actually get to his eyes the more you begin to concentrate on his physical features. There are tiny, barely-there scars littering the skin on his face. No doubt from years ago, possibly from when he first started his ninja training. You force your eyes to follow the slope of his nose, all the way to his lower lash line. The bottom lashes alone are enough to make any girl jealous, but that afterthought vanishes quickly. 

Then you actually look. Directly into those dark eyes of his, back and forth between left and right. You can only hold his gaze for so long before your body wants you to stop. Your breathing becomes ragged, and your vision begins to tunnel, and somehow Itachi catches you before you do and squeezes his eyes shut tight. With his eyes shut suddenly you feel like you can breathe again, and the longer you look at him like this the more you realize just how gorgeous he is. It should be a crime how handsome he is, and his hair just looks so soft. When you try to pull a hand out of his, his grip tightens just like you’d asked him to. So you hold one hand tight and pull his other hand to rest on your thigh, transferring his grip effectively to your leg. Somewhere in the interaction his brows creased his forehead, and you reach up and press your thumb into the wrinkled skin, rubbing circles to relax the muscles. 

“Are you alright?” His voice shakes just a little, his hands squeezing and releasing the parts of you he’s holding in increments like it’s a stress relief mechanism. His throat bobs as he swallows, and you nod until you remember his eyes are closed.

“Y-yes, yes I’m okay now.” Gently, slowly, you let your thumb trace along his eyebrow and down his temple to his cheekbone, feeling his skin beneath your fingertips. Your gaze drifts down to his lips, your thumb follows, tracing the line of his lower lip. The corner of his mouth twitches upward, fighting the urge to smile.

“Do you like what you see?” Beneath the tease is an undercurrent of fear, his nerves coming to peek through the words. It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that he cares about what you think of him. Part of you doesn’t want to answer the question.

“You’re prettier than I expected.” It slips out, unfiltered, and you freeze as you fully process what you’ve just said. You’re about to apologize when his lips pull into a wide smile and a laugh bubbles up out of his chest. It’s so warm, the way he lights up, like a little piece of sunshine. If you’d seen this side of him first, you think you may have fallen in love instantaneously. 

“I’m supposed to be the one calling you pretty. But thank you.” Mildly shocked, you stare down at him.

“You think I’m pretty?” His lashes flutter, and you prepare yourself to see his eyes once again. When they finally open your breath is stolen by the softness, by the adoration in his gaze.

“You’re beautiful.” 

—

Beautiful. Even the way you look in this moment, eyes and lips puffy from crying, nose rubbed raw, cheeks swollen and tears staining your skin. You’re gorgeous. You’re real, and raw, exposed and vulnerable and the most captivating creature on Earth. He regrets not seeing you before, not acknowledging you and backing you into an impossibly tiny corner. Oh, the things he’d do to turn back time and take it all back. Maybe then you wouldn’t hate the way his eyes are always so sharp and calculating, maybe you’d be able to gaze into his soul for longer than ten seconds without trembling and breaking down completely. 

“If I weren’t so hostile, maybe I’d have been able to express just how attractive I find you to be. Even while I was being awful and inconsiderate and aggressive, the first thing I’d thought at the sight of you was that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. I hated that thought. Hated how I’d made you to be a hindrance in my mind only to find you enchanting.” In the midst of his spiel your eyes had fallen away from his, but that’s okay. He’ll wait as long as you need. But he is still Itachi, after all, and those eyes of his pick up the way your chest stutters with your hitched breath at his praise. You’re looking down at your lap, now, not because of fear but because you’re suddenly shy at the flattery. He can tell the difference. He loves that he can, loves knowing that despite his mistreatment of you, you’re still capable of feeling positive emotions for him. He watches, carefully, the way you chew on the inside of your bottom lip as discreetly as you can manage, before you take a breath and half-shrug.

“I’m nothing special, Itachi. I’m no ninja.” He hums, the sentiment not lost on him. Sure, you’re not a ninja, but that doesn’t make you any less pretty.

—

His fingertips are warm where they squeeze into the flesh of your thigh, little shapes being drawn. From your peripheral you can only just see his eyes drag over you, watch his head tilt back and forth.

“I wasn’t aware one needed to be a ninja to be considered pretty.” That’s…oh for goodness sake.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He should know, at least. All the women nin are gorgeous. Fit, badass and always a combination of the best genes. All of which you’re not. You haven’t trained your whole life to become a ninja. You don’t have toned muscles or sharp senses, nor the reflexes or stamina or physical anything they possess. Not that you care, with him. Not at all. You don’t care what he thinks. Definitely not.

“Well the only other conclusion I can come to is that you believe I’m lying. Tell me, my dear wife…” His head leans forward to rest on the pudge of your stomach, and you gasp when sharp teeth nip through the fabric of your shirt.

“Am I lying when I say I love how soft you are? When I tell you how desperate I am to grab your hips and watch your plush flesh spill between my fingers, am I dishonest? Or when I say that in just the last few minutes I’ve imagined leaving bites along the pouch of your belly and thighs, sucking on the softest parts of your body and laying claim?” Holy shit. You tremble as he speaks, the nearly predatory gaze he sets on you making your head spin even though you don’t even look. Heat pools in your belly, and your thighs squish together ever so slightly. His hand squeezing your thigh tells you he knows the effect he has on you.

“I’m no liar, my sweet little wife.” He releases your hand, bringing both to your knees and gently prying them apart to slide himself between. Your chest stutters as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your stomach, just below your breasts, peppering kisses along the pudge there until he simply rests his weight on your thighs. You don’t know what to do with your hands, and you’re still stunlocked when hot fingers slip beneath your shirt and dig gentle shapes into the skin of your waist.

“I find you incredibly tempting, sweet girl, in more ways than one.” He moves once again, pulling away only to stand and tilt your jaw with a hooked finger beneath your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“Do you think you can look at me, sweetheart?” Yeah, maybe you can. So you do, slowly pull your eyes up to meet his, once again shocked by the emotion there. But the adoration sits in limbo beneath the heated lust.

“Do try not to insult my wife again, pretty thing. Just because you’re not in the same physical shape a ninja is, does not make you any less desirable.” 

After the last 24 hours, after the agony and pain, then the stark juxtaposition of being cared for, one thing becomes abundantly clear: You have Itachi Uchiha wrapped around your little finger.And maybe, just maybe, knowing he'd rather launch himself into the sun than bring you any more harm, you’ll be able to heal, instead of piece shambles of yourself together like shards of broken glass.

[losticaruss]

not sure if people have already posted about this but i think it's important to share. i know they've posted follow-ups on tiktok (and maybe ig), including the statement that it is OFFICIALLY happening CHRISTMAS EVE AND CHRISTMAS DAY. DECEMBER 24 AND 25. there's also an official list that includes, but isn't limited to, spotify, tiktok, ig, ANY meta products, hulu, netflix, and the like. genuinely this is SOSOSO important

[ID: a tiktok from @/skyfisherforskyfish.

audio begins:

"i've moved on from feeling spiteful. im officially feeling... diabolical. the next big thing we can do to harm big business- after you've cancelled your amazon subscription, after you've cancelled your audible, after you've moved your money out of big banks and into local credit union, after you've figured out a way to buy local- the next big thing, ladies and gentlemen, is the data strike of Christmas 2024. why would a data strike be effective? because data is the most valuable asset on earth, right after human suffering from denying people who need healthcare, healthcare. that is actually the reason behind the tiktok ban. it's not about national security, it's about the data war that's happening between the united states and china. Christmas is a very pivotal moment, because all of the gifts are purchased, and now companies get to observe what you do with the money and gifts you've been given. your data is critically important right now for training their models and training their campaigns going forward on how consumer behavior is influenced by the holidays. that's not the only thing. following the shooting of the united healthcare ceo, the surveillance state has absolutely exploded in popularity- as you can see, many cities particularly los angeles (where i live) expanding their budgets for next year to use video surveillance on its populations. it's horrifying! it's dystopian! it's entirely preventable. the data strike is one to two days where we simply get off social media. you do not give them a second of your time for advertising dollars, for data mining, for any of it. this would not only kneecap the marketing budgets of big businesses, which have already been spent, they've already been expended, you will only ruin their r.o.i.. you will also prevent them from furthering the expansion of the surveillance state. you could directly say fuck you to zuckerberg and musk easily, with no pain. further, it's a great opportunity because during the holidays, we're pretty busy anyways, and you're there with family. and i know you're like 'oh, i don't want to hang out with my family, i just want to tap out!' challenge yourself. even if you're not having a good time, just have a time, rather than being completely numbed out by your screen, don't you think? one day won't kill you. two days would be a superhuman feat and i would be so impressed, i'd be so proud of you. you could also save on carbon emissions, because it requires a lot of energy to run this app (tiktok) and all of its servers, and every other social media. i have already seen such an enormous amount of collective action taken- people cancelling their amazon subscriptions, people taking their money out of big banks, going to local credit unions, decentralizing their purchases, starting small, local community gardens, going back to their libraries- people are taking action, and just because you don't see it online does not mean it's not happening. in fact, i want you to be absolutely aware that the reason you're not seeing it online is because it is happening. together, we can do the data strike of Christmas 2024. please share this video, please encourage your friends and family to take this shit seriously because the effect and the impact we could have on the market, on the surveillance state, and on the environment is legitimately enormous, and i believe in us. thank you for watching, i know this video is long, i know you've got shit to do. have fun scrolling. talk to later, bye."

/end ID]

[nr1chaedickrider]

'I need you pt.2'

enjoy<3

smut and angst??

im so obsessed with this song lately, listen to it while reading this!!

cw: nothing ig but some swearing and kinda toxic sana, sana bleeding a little??, kinda aggressive sex?, strap use

idk kinda sub sana kinda dom sana????

_______________________________________

You're so sure you have heard something before you left.

Something calling after you.

Someone calling for you.

It was something you've hoped you wouldnt hear because you know it would linger in your mind forever.

Sleepless nights.

Just because of those four words.

_______________________________________

"I love you too" she whispered.

You walk without stopping. Not daring to look back.

You are to scared. What would happen if you do stop for her?

You know what she said. You will know forever.

There is no end to this.

_______________________________________

There is no end to this.

You lay in the bathtub, its filled with warm water.

You wanted to rest.

Rest because of what? It was months ago.

She problably already forgot.

We are talking about the Sana Minatozaki. She definetly has a new girlfriend now. She forgot you.

But you cant forget her. Like never.

Its hopeless.

How can a break up fuck you up so bad?

The doorbell rings.

You sigh, getting out of the bathtub and drying yourself, quickly putting on a tshirt and sweatpants.

You run to the door, opening it.

But you wished you didnt.

Sana looks at you. This time she is the one drenched in water. You looked out of the window, its raining heavily. You look back to her.

"What do you want?" you ask. Acting like she isnt on your mind 25/8.

"I need you" she says.

What did she just say?

"What?"

"I need you" she repeated.

"You broke up with me? You cant just say that you need me." you say. You need her too, of course you do. But you cant just admit that.

"Y/n i-.. that night i said someth-" she says so.. innocently?

"i know what you said. I heard it clearly Sana.."

She sighs.

"Please. I need you." she comes closer, closing the front door while walking.

She knows.

She knows how much you are thinking about her. She can see right through you, it starts to get scary.

Its like a switch flipped in her, from the "i need you back please im so sorry", to the "i want you and i will have you."

She is treating you like some little kid.

"Sana. Please leave." you say. You cant just let her win over you so easily.

"I wont." she says, walking towards you until she stands right infront of you, looking down on you.

You try to take some steps back but your back hits the pillar that is right in your living room.

She has you exactly where she wants you to be.

"Come on. You know how badly you want this to happen, since months." she emphasizes the "months" which makes you even more mad.

Its true, of course it is. But why is she acting like its so fucking obvious??

"Fuck off Sana" you curse, walking past her.

If she wont leave your apartment, you will.

You take your jacket, you take the door knob in your hand, ready to turn it.

But you don't.

Sana stands just right behind you, her hot breath hitting your neck,it makes you so fucking crazy. Her hand holding yours, stopping you from leaving.

You both dont say anything, just standing there. Breathing. In. Out.

In. Out.

In.

Out.

The rain stopped, the only sound is the breathing.

You turn around, looking at Sana.

You smash your lips against hers. It happens quick. The tension is too much for you. She takes off your jacket - which you just put one a moment ago -, you take off hers. Its wet, its bad for your floor, but you dont care, throwing it on it.

The kiss gets sloppier and sloppier, Sana biting on your bottom lip which makes you let out a whimper as she shoves her tongue into your mouth.

Your hands roam on her body as she pulls you to your bedroom, which she knows too well, trying not to trip because you guys are pulling eachother back and forth like fighting kids.

You throw her onto the mattress, sitting down on top of her lap. Sana takes your shirt and bra off with ease. You're so eager, you rip off Sana's shirt.

Which turns her on even more.

Your lips land on her neck, kissing - sucking - biting, so roughly she even starts to bleed a little.

But oh god, its like you're crazy vampires.

Her hands roam around your body, groping your tits. You start to kiss her lips again, she kisses you even sloppier than before.

The room is filled with your moans and heavy breathing, you take of sanas pants and pull off her underwear right after, burying your head between her legs.

"Oh fuck" Sana curses under her breath. You eat her out like a predator that just found their dearest prey. You eat her out like you have been starved.

"You dont know how much i've missed you, god. More-" she moans, her hand gripping your hair, pulling you even closer.

How much i've missed you.

You need her more. Closer.

You stop eating her out, getting out your strap which Sana usually used on you when you were still together.

She watches you with a smirk, its like her plan worked out perfectly.

You thrust the black strap in, hitting her so deep she lets out a loud moan.

You lie down on top of her, thrusting in and out fast. Your arms around her neck, her hot breath hits you.

"I want to ruin you like you did it with me." you whisper into her ear, your strap reaching so deep, hitting just the right places that drive sana crazy.

"I knew-", she moans, "..you could never stop..", her breath trembles, "...loving me." she moans loudly, she shuts her eyes. A tear rolling down her cheek. Her toes curling into your bedsheets. Your thrusts get slower, waiting for her to finish climaxing.

She breathes heavily. Opening her eyes again to look at you.

"You will forever be mine" she says, smirking at you.

"Now come on, ruin me like you said you would."

[spro-o]

i noticed that in your art you referred to gowther as auncle and that had me kicking my feet so may you please spare your nnt gender/sexuality headcanons and fave ships? hope your exams have gone/are going well and that you have a great weekend :D

*laughs evilly* yes,,,, my time to shine,,, >:3

thank you very much for the ask!! indeed i would love to share my queer hcs and favourite ships for the gang!!

hcs (heads up, some references to horny preferences)

Meliodas:

trans man (he/him) (im not projecting, trust) (lie)

pansexual

he has a very high libido/pervy tendencies, yes, but also an equally strong potential for romantic love - i do think of him as quite the possessive/protective type on a very deep emotional level, he just covers it up by acting like a perv all the time (something something traumatised and doesnt want others to see him caring for people since he fears they will take them away from him)

top-leaning switch and much freakier than his appearances may lead some to believe

Diane:

cis woman (she/her)

bisexual

has definitely kissed elizabeth multiple times on their "girl's nights/sleepovers"

the type to blush and fawn over every woman in existence,,,, and her husband too ig

pegs king on the regular

Ban:

masc-alligned genderqueer (he/they) (not projecting again) (another lie)

bisexual

finds men and women attractive at about an even ratio

he picks his clothing to be so slutty for a reason (queer signalling + hes a sucker for that kind of attention, though he might act like he doesnt care) (he cares most when said attention comes from meliodas, which is affirmed every time mel takes the chance to feel him up)

bottom-leaning switch and the most masochistic masochist you ever will meet

King:

cis man (he/him)

bisexual (god damn all these bitches bi ‼️‼️)

i think we all know how king discovered his like of men (,,, cough,, helbram,,)

yeah helbram definitely pull a couple of those 'leaning in for a kiss/doing some other gay shit' stunts as a joke and was like haha got you and king was just sat there, bright red, blood streaming down his nose

denied these stunts had any effect on him whatsoever

gets pegged by diane on the regular

Gowther:

non-binary (they/them) (intersex??? i mean, theyre a doll, probably got interchangeable parts lmao)

demisexual and demiromantic gay/queer

they dont really have a specific label to describe what genders theyre attracted to, its just sorta 'anything goes if we vibe', and its gay either way, so they keep it broad

as mentioned, theyre referred to by gender-neutral titles, but dont mind the occasional "miss ma'am" for comedic effect

tends to prefer bottoming, but not exclusively

Merlin:

nb trans woman (she/they)

aro-spec lesbian

shes never had much luck or want for romantic relationships but has definitely had her fair share of thotin around with women

very skilled at rizzing up said women, but its really a 50/50 whether shes doing so to get someone laid or to acquire her next social-experiment subject (whom she will also probably dick down later, who knows)

Escanor:

cis man,,,, he/him

straight,,

sorry yall, gotta have the token straight ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tho i do hc as being aware of the fact that merlin wont return his feelings, but having accepted that, so all the poetry he writes for her is more of a sign of appreciation of her as a friend, and not as an attempt to hit on her

Bonus!!

Elizabeth:

cis woman (she/her)

pansexual

the type to have gotten so so many crushes when she was younger,,, finding everyone really attractive and charming, and as a result being the most easily flustered person ever

as each sin rejoined the group, shed have her mandatory moment of "oh god,,,, its another very very hot/attractive person"

switch, but very gentle and caring no matter the position

Elaine:

demigirl (she/they)

sapphic

very easily flustered (extremely weak for elizabeth)

pillow princessing all over the place

Zeldris:

non-binary (he/they/xe)

bisexual, with a preference for women

tends to be pretty resistant to flirtatious remarks and whatnot, but is the absolute weakest when its from gelda (professional simp /pos)

,,,, also a massive bottom, but i digest

Gelda:

trans woman (she/her, also doesnt mind they/them)

demiromantic bisexual

knows exactly the effect she has on zeldris, but loves pretending she has no idea

shell say "oh, sorry just need to grad a book from the shelf behind you" and then get her boobs as close to zel's face as possible without making skin contact, and stay there until xe's gone bright red

hung

ships:

Melban - obviously, this one goes kinda goes without saying for me. i absolutely love the dynamic between these two, and their shared history as well. they are both very much sick in the head and have so many issues they each struggle with, but at the same time they cant take anything seriously. there are countless interactions between them which are just so so homoerotic, if not just really sweet. these two quite literally will go to hell and back for the other without a second thought, and i adore that (say its bros bein dude all you want, you cant convince me they didnt fuck in purgatory and on many other occasions)

Elilaine - theyre like melban but less punchy, more of the "normal about expressing love for the other". i know there arent many deep interactions between Elizabeth and Elaine, but i just, once again, think that they have a really adorable dynamic and would just make for the most lovely couple (with equally deceivingly harmless looks, but very much the potential to whoop ass if need be)

Geldris - these two, despite canonically being just a straight couple, are one of the most queer duos in the damn series,,, they just are, man, idk. big fan of them both being very gothic and stuff, and obviously im a sucker for how much zeldris buckles at the knees for anything gelda does,,, love them

Hendreyfus - old,,, old man yaoi my beloved (i just think theyre really adorable and are like and old married couple - very cutes!!) (also yeah old men)

i also do love the rarepair (? polycule) of all time, that being melban x elilaine,,, we should have seen more interactions between mel and elaine, and between ellie and ban!! they definitely got up to all sorts of stuff, i just know it

anyways!! thank you very much for the ask!! thankfully i only have one more exam left on monday and then im free from those :,) i hope you have a lovely day!! :D

[rookiesbookies]

So Im on a minor Soap obsession (Gaz obsession starts when @shotmrmiller posts about him, check out their Needs series bc 🤤) and by minor I mean major bc he and Gaz are my favs.

So i was like… what is Sergeant MacTavish met Captain MecTavish and his wife. Like HOW WOULD THAT GO???

Well dont fret bc I have an answer.

Under the cut

Yall can ignore this part it in italics bc doesnt mean anything but this is just my hc ig? But they dont change anything for what I wrote:

I feel like this woman is the definition of slim thick. She has the nicest birthing hips, a decently small sized waist, busty chest, a nice ass, and the thickest thighs. She has nice calves and is the definition of all natural. There isn’t a fake piece to her. She’s like 5’4” to the Captain, who stands behind her like a giant scary shadow.

I feel like she’s American and they bonded over both “hating” the brits.

She definitely has a size kink. Like has to.

She’s fiery. Like “my husband said no pickle,” type. The Captain knows if his wife goes “you need to handle it,” there’s a problem because there isn’t anything she won't take on. So it’s probably some douches asking to talk to her husband about buying a car or some shit.

Only part that kinda sticks is that I feel like she worked in intelligence? Idk

The good stuff:

The Captain sees Simon and pulls him into the biggest bear hug you’ve ever seen. Simon’s eyes are wide at the size of his once more nimble companion. His wife standing to the side shaking her head. No one knows who this strange lady is yet.

Price shakes his hand. Gaz is gawking at the size of this man, stating something like, “he’s the lumberjack and the whole forest.”

Sergeant Soap, out of habit started flirting with his wife from the future. The woman leans back against the counter top, sipping a water as the young lad flirts with her mercilessly.

“I’m almost old enough to be your mom.”

“I’ll just call you mommy.”

You get the point. Soap is basically purring at this lady as the Captain walks back over to her and wraps his arm around her hips, giving her a peck on the lips and Soap’s mouth falls open for the second time in a row.

Not only was he now the definition of manliness but he has the hottest woman he’s ever seen for a wife.

“That’s our bonnie?”

“That’s our bhean.” Which is Scottish Gaelic for wife. It rolls off the Captain tongue with 0 effort as his wife giggles lightly and presses a kiss to his neck.

Soap about faints.

“Do I miss when you used to flirt with me like that,” his wife turned to her husband and asked. The Captain moved to put an arm on either side, caging her in against the counter and helping her easily move to sit on top of it.

“Oh, I think ya do. Its that charm that won ya over after all. Got ya to marry me, dinnit?”

“If charm is what we’re calling the monster between your legs, then yes. Yes, it was.” The Scottish Captain laughed with his wife, a hearty chuckle that makes her hum in amusement and leave a peck on his scratchy beard. Soap about fainted again.

“WE’RE MARRIED TO A SUPERMODEL?”

“I’m an American Central Intelligence Agent, actually. We met putting Graves behind bars. Told him if he didn’t shoot him when we got him in the heli, I’d return his advances because Graves has some info I needed. Rest was history.” Her voice sounded like the best music Soap had ever heard. She was EVERYTHING. He’d pray to the ground she walked on and lick the rim of any cup she sipped from just to get a taste of her. He had a big fat crush on this woman.

The Captain could see the look in Soap’s eyes and sighed to himself. He forgot how much of a simp he was for his wife. He forgets how much of a simp he still is for his wife. Wondering if he still makes that dorky expression.

Soap tapped the Captain and pulled him into a different room. He got on his knees in front of his Captain self and begged, “PLEASE TELL ME HOW YOU DID IT. I NEED TO MEET THIS WOMAN NOW.” His hands clasped together, on his KNEES.

Captain MacTavish just pats his little mohawk and says “with time,” which makes sweet little Soap about CRY. Gave him some other small light hearted advice about her favorite flowers and that he’ll know when he sees her.

The Captain just makes his way back into the room and over to his wife. He gently returns to her, still seated on the counter, as she plays on her phone, and sticks his face into her chest with a content sigh. Her free hand goes to run her fingers through his hair and his arms tighten slightly around her waist.

Soap waddles in and his FOMO is off the hook. Simon shuffles over to him and in his best serious voice he goes, “I’d offer to let ya put your face in my tits but I don’t think mine are the kind ya looking for.” Before cackling to himself.

He heard the Captain mumble something to her about retiring, her having perfect birthing hips, and chubby Scottish babies which made poor little Soap break down.

She hummed back at comment about her having the job that’s less dangerous and how she’d let him have a whole little futbol team once he stopped doing the dangerous stuff. She pulled his head up, planted a kiss to his lips, and let his head fall right back.

His future is AWESOME.

Sergeant John ‘Soap’ MacTavish is officially excited for his future.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Part 2 here

[steph-anie723]

2 4 5 8 9 11 12 13 14 17 25 27 30 31 32 35 40

HI HI HELLO let’s do this 😈😈⁉️

2. show us a picture of your handwriting?

4. what's an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

..deportes 👼

5. what made you start your blog?

i think i just wanted to try posting my stuff outside of Pinterest and onto other platforms 😊 plus I had been using tumblr for a few months previously but i was just liking posts

8. any reacquiring dreams?

me becoming friends again with someone I fell out w/ in my old friend group 💔 theyre shitty but when we were friends THEY WERENTTT 😭😭☹️ but it’s whatever ig 😜

9. tell a story about your childhood

in 3rd grade all I drew was Bendy and the Ink Machine fanart and all my classmates fw it so bascially everyone got altleast one drawing of bendy that year 😊

11. what do you consider to be romance?

when it’s a mutual head over heels feeling between the two parties and they’d do anything to be together::; whether it means moving the heavens and earth together

12. what's some good advice you want to share?

TRY NOT TO STRESS ON EVERYTHINGG 😻 enjoy whatever good thing is happening now..:; life always has ups and downs and that’s okay

13. what are you doing right now?

answering these questions while listening to Sabrina Carpenter 😛

14. what's something you've always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

uhh probably sing on stage!! i love to sing but it’s more of something i do in the comfort of my own home,, the shower is the only stage I’ve got (PLEASE IM A STARR 😢)

17. name 3 things that make you happy

horror films art and my mutuals 💜

25. fave season and why?

SUMMER 😜😜 i can’t handle the cold AT ALL so i prefer its weather, it’s my birthday month, AND there’s no school so i really just get 2 months of pure bliss.. i love you summer 💗

27. any nicknames?

ok so we got all the steph variations (etc stephy) but my family / filipino family friends call me ate (ah-tee), which is a term that’s refers to big sister ^_^

30. what's one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

WHEN IM PROUD OF MY ART ☹️ it’s such a great feeling because the hours you spent on that actually paid off!! congrats!!

31. are you messy or organised?

I’m quite organized.. if I do say so myself.. heh.. [proud]

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

103 safari tabs 😊

35. do you trust easily?

yes i fear

40. any bad habits?

I BITE MY NAILS 💔💔 i need to quit but.:; ugghh IDK HOW 🙁🙁

ask game here!!

[eyesundernightfall]

some TPOT 17 thoughts hehe

!(MASSIVE SPOILERS OFC)!

okay ngl this ep was like rlly good??? In terms of recent eps I’d rank it between episode 16 and 15 (bc 16 was decent n 15 was peak I do not take criticism/j)

the opening was neat, any eliminated contestant content is greatly appreciated (also SAW MY BELOVED-)

Skipping over a bit, the challenge was rlly goofy (I’d expect nothing less from bottle lmao) although I have a slight fear that bottle will go power hungry or smth and kinda become the new pillow, in terms of her goofiness/spontaneous nature and stuff but she seemed fine this ep, and showed genuine concern for her team being ufe, so I think we’re good fn

also WE GOT PILLOW N YF OUT LESGOOO

I honestly didn’t rlly like either of them by the end. I could see the appeal in others liking them ig but pillow just felt counterproductive on purpose for her “research” and YF was just kinda there. He had a cool partnership w/ PT ig???? But that felt like it was 3/4 off camera w/ not much to it so I wasn’t particularly sad to see either of them leave

I liked the idea of splitting the teams up into representative groupings, and also can’t wait for the merge where we could get more interactions like the ones we got this episode

Also poor tv man the guy had such a valid crash out like honestly-

he got ditched and then got a spider mech suit thing like hell yea u tell them (i still rlly like both grassy n tree but TV was still so justified imo)

btw POOR TWO

THEYRE SO WORRIED ABT GATY WHO I ALSO WANT TO SEE BTW WHERE SHE ATTTTT

My best guess is either Gaty’s locked in some special area for one to maybe use as a bargaining chip in case of emergency or perhaps she’s just lost in the flower field. who knows

now for the 3 main things/scenes I wanted to talk about

1- BOOK WAS ICE COLD AND I AM HERE FOR IT

ok it was more like a lil pissed off and very exasperated BUT STILL IM GLAD SHE GOT THAT BOUNDARY SET YOU GO GIRL

On the other hand tho I do feel kind of bad for pencil, especially since I do kind of relate to her in terms of missing ppl or memories that have moved on (??) ig?? More on that later

I definitely don’t want either of them to go anytime soon and hopefully make it to the merge, but I think there’s a solid chance book might get out next ep ToT (VOTE BOOK BTW WE CAN SAVE HER PLEASE I AM STARVEDDD FOR BOOK CONTENT AND SHE MUGHT GET OUT SOON IN BFDIA TOO NUUUUUU)

Anyway, now that she’s been rejected by her last old ally in the game I think I want to see pencil either get fully ruthless n cutthroat with no room for ANYONE (and do this even more then before) or maybe finally open up to new allies? Idk I just want her and book to stay and see what goes down

2- ONE GOT HER SHIT ROCKED???? BY DONUT OF ALL PPL?????? LETS FUCKING GO??????? To b clear one is easily one of if not my fav algebralien but I rlly wanna c her get her ass beat that was awesome. She’s genuinely a great villain and her borderline psychotic episode w/ Donut showing how desperate she is for these deals was incredible to watch MAJOR props to sonderingemily (I believe that’s how u spell it pls forgive) for the voice acting that was so cool

this also solidifies her status as a villain even further, like it was kinda already pretty obvious, but now we see the lengths she will go to for her plan it is greatttt

I also love donut like 10x more now I already thought he was a great character but this just made him better like wow (plus he’ll hopefully stick around for longer bc of this in the event CY is ufe anytime soon yippe)

lastly, I wanna talk about the pen & pencil scene cuz that shit hit DEEP

I’m not gonna lie, pen’s words n whole situation hit hard for me personally especially when irl I’ve been dealing with some messy social stuff, working through things and emotionally processing some past events as well. I’m wishing for older times, definitely romanticizing them quite a bit but those times were still better than this. now I’m asking myself who I want to spend my time around as I grapple w/ the fact that the people I do still hang around from before have changed, some seemingly for the worse, but at the same time, they’re links to parts of my past I wish I still had, so what do I do with that? The experience of not being able to quite move on from a memory or piece of the past while others have, especially when they were closely tied to those memories before, is a very real and isolating experience that the jnj team honestly captured wonderfully in this scene, and I actually listened to just the audio after I’d finished the episode just to reflect on pen’s words in my own life. I get this is still technically ‘baby object kids show’ but honestly this episode actually felt deeper/more mature in many aspects, and this scene really tied it together for me in a very personal way that I was genuinely not expecting when I put the video on, and I think that’s good. It still had some really well done humour, but it hit home in a very piercing way for me today. I like the contrast of pencil’s near total shut out of the world while pen is @ least trying to be near others more, although you can still see him reminiscing about before, which is also smth I completely understand the duality of

also even though BAGGED is ufe I don’t have much worry of pen getting out (which I rlly don’t want him to) since he’s clearly got a pretty huge arc going atm and I want to see it keep going

closing thoughts on the ep, I liked the challenge, but the characters rlly brought it home today. The challenge brought a nice way of splitting the teams up to basically get a whole ep of cross team interactions to continue arcs that have been taking a while up until now which was rlly nice

I can’t wait to see what one will b up to as she clearly sinks into desperation w/ her deals, and now donut’s a loose canon, likely being able to spread info abt her freely

there was even more buildup to other events that will hopefully get payoffs soon, and I can’t wait for that, but that’s all from me :))