#im talking braces AND glasses

[devourable]

for self care reasons im making a yandere geek. stay tuned

[valentines-wolf]

Im having thoughts

[xmtposts]

i’ve heard little whispers of nerdification with abdl stuff and i literally can’t stop thinking about it, so here’s a guide to making me your perfect diaper dependent nerd boyfriend!

- start off slow, as a gift offer to pay for braces! i’ve always had an embarrassing gap tooth, plus i’ll just look so much cuter with a straight smile! of course tell the orthodontist to make them nice and tight (so i’m a whiny mess), give me pretty color bands (the most obvious and obnoxious colors), and be sure they send me home with plenty of painkillers (to make me more pliable and easier to bend to your will 💕).

- while i’m doped up and easy to influence, start some necessary hypnosis to give me all the most embarrassing helpful habits! watch as i become more clumsy, messy, and overall reliant on you. take away some of that unbridled confidence by conditioning in a stutter to go with that metal mouthed lisp! or even assure me that hygiene isn’t that important, and watch all my acne come back and hair fall greasy and lifeless. and if it’s in your tastes, you can even choose to instill some little piggy behaviors in me, insuring that i can’t keep my hand out of the cookie jar and have no interest in the gym anymore, and watch me ballon into your perfect chubby little porker!

- but that’s not enough is it? of course not! start slipping strong diuretics and laxatives into my food, timing them so i have accidents at the most embarrassing times. after filling my pants at the park, the mall, even out with my friends, you coax me back into diapers. but of course not the sleek or discreet ones, that’s no fun! you find the thickest, crinkliest, bright baby patterned diapers and always make sure to pair them with at least two stuffers, since i’m such a potty pants clearly! it’s hard to hide your laugher as you watch me waddle out the door one day, diaper bulge incredibly obvious and my shirt stuck in the back, showing my cartoon animal printed diaper band!

- at this point, i’m a mess. almost too embarrassed to leave the house, i’m completely under your control, it’s the perfect time for any final touches you want to make! switching out all my clothes for childish striped leggings and frumpy cargo shorts, getting rid of those icky contacts for the thickest dumbest looking glasses you could find, maybe even deciding my lisp isn’t bad enough with braces and adding on 24/7 headgear that forces me to mouth breathe and drool all over myself!

by the time you’re done with me, im the least desirable person on earth. between my lisp and stutter, it’s faster if you do the talking for me, but you always insist i order for the table at restaurants so the waiters can get a kick out of my babyish speech. i’m barely aware of the stares and gawks people give me as a waddle around bow legged in too tight leggings accentuating my full diaper and too tiny cartoon character top that shows off my pale baby fat tummy. i’m perfect, because how could i ever leave you? i’m the lamest loser ever, and it’s all thanks to you (;

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons ..!

warnings : literally none, perfectly sfw 😍😍

content: loser!ellie x reader, more ellie-focused than relationship focused (sorryyyy 😞😞)

authors note: i’ve literally never done headcanons omg 😓 this is js my random ramblings 🔥🔥🔥

pt. 2 ! taglist!!!! masterlist!!

- send you an excessive amount of reels. every 5 seconds. cute cats, random facts about space, stuff she thinks is funny, it all goes to you.

- definitely had a “rock collection” when she was little, but she was so ???? excessive with it??? like every time she saw a rock she picked it up. she walked so weird bc her pockets were just FULL OF ROCKS.

- also, was literally the grimiest kid ever. playing in ROLLING IN the mud, going snail hunting when it rained!!! she was the kid that would go in the bushes and mess w rolly pollies all the time for NO REASON.

- is weirdly good at fishing?? joel took her all the time, and shes a self proclaimed “fishing master”

- WAYYY clumsy. always running into a wall, tripping on air, or missing steps on the stairs (smh its cuz of that damn phone 😒😒)

- im so into the whole “adam sandler” fits cuz its so true. esp during the summer, its some stupid t shirt that says “master baiter” and a pair of old basketball shorts.

- speaking of t shirts, she’s def the type to own an absurd amount of dumb t shirts.

- gets all her clothes from like, walmart and goodwill. she does not CARE!!!

- cuts her own hair too 🤞🏽🤞🏽 shes soooo self sufficient 😍😍😍

- bites. she is such a biter.

- speaking of, i feel like she js has to have something in her mouth constantly. gum, random pieces of plastic, bottle caps, pens, anything 😞

- speaking of mouths (wow sierra so many connections!!!) she def had braces , but she hates wearing her retainer so her teeth are like ever-so-slightly fucked up

- is AMAZING at committing to the bit. she will drag it for DAYSSS if you don’t tell her to stop. once did a (awful) british accent for 4 days until you threw something at her and told her to shut the fuck up

- definitely not shy, just kind of…odd. she’ll talk to anyone that talks to her, she just doesn’t really approach people.

- weird obsession with pickles. has a pickle stuffed animal with a mustache and glasses that she bought from goodwill

- hangs up so much stuff on her walls!!!! tickets, old notes, cards, pictures of people, drawings, old tickets, literally anything she thinks looks cool

- obsessed with rollercoasters!!! she took you to the fair for your first date

- also like- very good at fair games. she’s so cocky about it too, you’ll go home with like 20 stuffed animals she won for you and she’ll carry ALL OF THEM with the stupidest smile on her face

- wears all of joels old contractor-workwear clothes during the colder months

- trys so hard to be “mysterious” but she’s never actually doing anything so she just does stuff like not telling you what movie she’s watching or what she’s eating

- also just texts you 24-7!!! like every time she’s doing something she’s like “i made a quesadilla” “i went to the store” “i took a shower” she just looooves keeping you updated

- tries to raise one eyebrow but ends up just squinting one eye. so funny 😞😞

- really good at solving rubix cubes???

- definitely had a fuck ass bob at one point

- GLASSES. that is all. glasses.

- listens to so much dad rock, midwest emo, indie, she LOVES male manipulator music!! but like she isn’t like thatttt shes so niceeee 😞😞

- mostly calls you babe/baby, she’ll call you really dumb pet names as a joke like “pookie” 😭😭

[spncvr]

waiting room | s. reid

summary: spencer can't seem to escape the girl in the waiting room

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of reid's addiction & tobias hankel, mentions of kidnapping and mass shootings (in, like, a joking way??) my terrible, terrible humour, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE LMAO, this is deffo terrible, pls tell me if i missed anything!!

a/n: ok idk if i wanna continue this and make it a series so lmk lol (also im on writers block so i literally can't come up with SHIT)

SPENCER REID WAS a pessimist.

At least, that’s what he’d call himself. His colleague, Derek Morgan would most likely (and by most likely, he means, definitely already has) call him an overanalysing introvert. But in Spencer’s defense, there has never really been a good reason to go out and “live your life”. Consider this:

Go to the new coffee shop? Mass shooting.

Go to the mall? A child gets abducted.

Leave the apartment for a short while? A stalker finds out where he lives, kidnaps him in his sleep, and, in a nightmarish turn, auctions off his organs to the bidder in the black market.

Besides, his life isn’t some John Green book. There were no life-affirming adventures or poetic moments of self-discovery awaiting him. Carpe diem? A fanciful notion for others, but for him, not so much. Sorry, Mr. Keating.

Yet life—or more accurately, bureau protocol— had its own plans. Ever since the Tobias Hankel incident, a visit to the psychologist wasn’t just a request but rather (unfortunately for him) an order. Which meant, he’d have to risk his entire life to get up and walk for ten whole minutes just to sit and wait, in this glaringly bright waiting room, when he could have stayed at home and read the new books he’d gotten from his team as a get-well gift.

Speaking of which, why the gifts? He was fine. Physically, at least. But really, when have you ever seen get-well-soon cards in an asylum? Well, alright, maybe he was being a little bit dramatic. A visit to the psychologist doesn’t mean he’ll be institutionalised—but then again, Spencer Reid was never one to wear rose-tinted glasses. 

This is his third time in the waiting room, and she’s always there. He isn’t sure as to why she is, because, well, unlike himself, she was very clearly an optimist—and at least, from the looks of it, she hasn’t been kidnapped and drugged in the past month. But she's sitting there again, in the exact same chair for the past three weeks, along with a beacon of smiles where joy usually fears to trend. Maybe, he isn't as good of a profiler as he’d like to think he is.

“Dr. Reid?” the call of his name rips him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see the same kind woman he’s seen the past three weeks—not the one in the waiting room, no, he means his therapist.

Dr. Brown was easy to profile: She wore heels to make herself look taller, and she hated wearing glasses, apparent by how she would continuously place them atop her head instead of her nose. Her teeth were abnormally perfect, which meant, she’d had to wear braces when she was younger—which (from his humbling experience) means she wasn’t exactly the most popular at school. Perhaps, psychology felt appealing to her because she could help people like her. 

“How are you?” she asks, her pen clicking.

Usually, he’d offer her a meek shrug. The kind that could win awards for its commitment to non-commitment. Besides, he’s not one to talk about how he feels—there isn’t much to say, anyway. And let’s face it,  “How are you?” in the grand tapestry of human interaction is almost as genuine as a three-dollar bill. And, get this, the average person asks “How are you?” 6,739 times a year but only listens to the answer about half the time—well, okay, maybe those numbers might have been fabricated, but isn’t the sincerity behind the question also made up? But instead of telling her all this, he remembers what Hotch had told him, one, two, three weeks ago: that he ought to cooperate with Dr. Brown or the board won’t be happy. So, he kisses his teeth before he says:

“Fine. I’m fine.”

And the session went on.

PLS TELL ME IF I SHLD CONTIUE OR NOT LOLOLOL spam my inbox with ideas I BEG.

[jonahmagnus]

TMA IF IT WAS A 2000s CHILDRENS LIVE ACTION SERIES

[Opening narration]

Hi, my name's Jon. Im a 7th grader, and kind of the smartest kid at school. Not that my bullies, Daisy and Basira, see me the same way, or let me have a day of peace, but genius is always underappreciated in its time.

[Scenes of him at school and Daisy and Basira being mean to him, knocking his books out of his hands, tripping him, etc. He has gigantic glasses and braces.]

I live with my older brother, Jonah, who is sooo annoying. All he does is play his keytar, modify his moterbike, hang out with his boYFrIeNd, and make fun of me for being smarter than him. Hes definitely moms favorite, which is totally not fair.

[Scenes of Jonah, a gender neutral young adult, messing around with a keyboard, changing the wheels on their bike, talking to a same-aged Mordechai Lukas, and holding a book above Jon's head and laughing.]

Then theres mom, Betty Holding. Their not really my mom, they dont have a gender, but it said "mom" as close enough.

[Scene of The Eye, a tall white person with long dyed blonde hair, cooking something while reading off a recipe book, before looking up, and winking at the camera.]

Yeah... mom is kiiiiind of the whole reason Im in this mess.

[Scenes of Jon finding a secret passageway in what appears to be The Beholding's offce, him in a dusty libray, and holding a book, with his friends (tim, sasha, martin, all also like 12,) leaning in to look.]

Oh right, did I mention Im currently running for my life?

[Cut to Jon & friends running from a weird monster thing down a hallway, before a freeze frame on them doing funny faces]

Listen, I'll look a lot less stupid if you let me explain it to you, okay?

[REWIND SOUND EFFECT]

[THEME SONG PLAYS, A CHIPPER UPBEAT GRAVITY FALLS ESKE REMIX OF THE TMA THEME]

[skatrambles]

And actually, I'm going a bit insane over all of this - enough that I'm actually posting about my thoughts here, which is rare for me BUT-

So that whole thing with Jayce and Viktor huh (Spoilers for act 2)

I too am dying to know what the hell did Jayce see in the hexcore - like, lbr the whole situation is wild, he's been in there for about a year at least, and he comes out, has no idea what goes on in the world nor does he care, he comes out of it and immediately zones in on trying to take Viktor down. And not only that, he comes out changed, like Viktor did, but while Viktor was changed by the hexcore itself Jayce seems to be changed by Viktor. He has his eye color (I don't have screencaps on hand but in one of the shots he literally had mismatched eyes - one his own, one clearly matching Viktor's original gold eyes) He has his leg brace!!! His hammer's handle looks like Viktor's cane!!! And I'm willing to guess that he has a great deal of Viktor in his head too, perhaps telling him to go and fulfill his failed promise and destroy the hexcore. We see how the hexcore changes people and absorbs them - we see it with Sky, probably Viktor's greatest regret, who, Viktor no doubt feels responsible for - he sees her everywhere after he himself becomes connected to the hexcore. And Jayce? What might be his greatest regret coming out of that core? He didn't fulfill his promise to Viktor, but now he can, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn if he had his own personal hex ghost Viktor to guide him and tell him to pull the trigger... ANYWAYS thanks for coming to my ted talk im chewing on glass as we speak because this show is killing me!!!! And i love it and there's still so much more in my head about it hhh

[wzrd-wheezes]

Riled up. remus lupin x reader

I got it, Remus and reader fighting because she’s complaining about something and he’s in a mood because the full moon is soon and he’s all riled up about it, end it with either smut or fluff I don’t mind either ;)

AN - no this is the smuttiest thing I've ever written so I hope this is okay and not too filthy jsjjfjs. If there's one thing about me.. if ur gonna give me the option to end it with fluff or smut - im gonna end it with smut every time.

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Warnings: kinda toxic!remus like hes just a bit of a prick in this, n this is not a good example of a good relationship. a whole load of sex, daddy kink, choking, smoking and the like. as always minors dni and wrap it before you tap it. Enjoy!

“Remus, you know I hate it when you smoke like that.” Y/N said, looking over to her boyfriend that was chain smoking cigarettes on the balcony of their apartment. 

“And I hate it when you nag at me about it, love.” he replied, tapping ash into the ashtray next to him, “yet, you continue to do it.” 

“I’m just worried about you. There’s no need to jump down my throat about it.” she scowled, turning around and taking a large sip from her coffee. 

“God forbid I want to do something that calms me down when the full moon is soon,” he stubbed his cigarette out harshly, as if to make a point, the glass ashtray rattling against the table with the sheer force of it.  

“Oh, grow up, Remus,” Y/N spat, the grip on her mug tightening as she spoke, “You act like you’re still a fucking teenager sometimes.” She walked over to the kitchen and slammed her mug down on the counter. She hated it when he got like this. The days leading up to the full moon made Remus impossible. He was constantly tired and grumpy. He didn’t have a great temper at the best of times but the full moon only heightened it. It also didn’t help that Remus not sleeping meant that Y/N hadn’t been sleeping, resulting in them both being extremely irritable.  

She heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen and swiftly made an exit, shutting herself in their bedroom.  

“You can’t avoid me all day, darling.” he called out. Even though she couldn’t see him, she just knew that he had that cocky grin on his face. The one that made her feel weak at the knees. The same grin that Remus knew could get him out of anything. They could be arguing and he would flash her that smile and it was as if she couldn’t be mad at him anymore. It infuriated her that he knew exactly how to get her. Y/N sighed, knowing that he was right and opened the door. 

Remus was stood on the other side, leaning against the doorframe, cigarette hanging from his mouth.  

“See? I knew it wouldn’t take you long to come around,” he grinned.  

“It’s like you’re purposefully trying to wind me up today. I fucking hate it when you smoke inside,” she sneered, “and you can wipe that fucking grin off your face as well.”  

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby.” he smirked, leaning back against the wall and taking a drag of his cigarette. “You’re getting all upset over nothin-.”  

He didn’t even have chance to finish his sentence before Y/N had stormed off. She made it all of five steps before Remus swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

“Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” 

“Talking?” she let out a laugh, “You’re such a condescending prick sometimes, you know that?”  

“And you’re a whiny, little, brat sometimes.” he barked, his voice significantly louder now. 

“Fuck you.” 

As fast as lightning Remus had flipped them round so that Y/N’s back was pressed against the wall. Remus had one had above her head, bracing himself on the wall as he towered over her. The grin that was plastered on his face had disappeared. His jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed into a line.  

“You need to watch your fucking mouth before I have to do something about it,” he said roughly, his fingers tangling in her hair.  

“Oh, really?” she retorted, “what are you gonna do about it?” 

 Just as quickly as he did before, he flipped them back around and roughly shoved her down on to her knees. Y/N let out a gasp as her knees hit the floor and she looked up at her boyfriend. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Remus goaded, the infamous smirk back on his face. 

“Not at all,” Y/N smirked back at him, reaching up to unzip his jeans. Remus smiled down at her as he leaned against the wall. Y/N took his dick out and eagerly put it in her mouth. 

“Atta girl,” Remus grumbled, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, “Look so pretty down there with my cock in your mouth.”  

He took a drag of his cigarette while she sucked him off, lazily grabbing a handful of her hair to keep her in place. Letting out a groan, he leaned his head back against the wall, cigarette hanging from his lips as her began fucking her mouth. 

“That’s it, baby. Can’t whine with my cock in your mouth, can you?” he chuckled darkly, “Jus’ what little brats like you need, isn’t it?” 

Y/N looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes. Remus pulled himself out of her mouth. Her lips were swollen and drool was running down her chin. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Remus whined, “Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours, yeah?” 

“Remus, pleas-” 

“S’not my name, baby.” 

“Please, daddy.” she whined 

He smiled down at her smugly and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed, and she scrambled to remove her clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor. Remus followed suit, his belt dropping to the floor with a clatter as he threw his jeans down. Y/N was spread out on the bed, looking at him needily as he stood over her. Remus dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing her ankles and dragging her down the bed roughly so that her core was level with his face.  

“Dripping already, baby?” he mused, “Haven’t even touched you yet. If I knew you’d get this turned on just from sucking my cock, I’d have you do it more often.” 

“Can you stop being a cocky little shit and just fuck me already,” Y/N moaned. 

Remus looked at her, grin instantly disappearing from his face.  

“You just don’t learn, do you?” he snapped, “always have to be such a brat.” 

Pulling her underwear to the side, he plunged two fingers inside of her, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. If there was one thing about Remus, it was that he knew exactly what to do to get his girlfriend going. He knew exactly how to make her tick and he prided himself on the fact that he could bring her to the edge in a matter of minutes. He licked at her clit as he pumped his fingers inside of her, smirking against her as he listened to her moans. 

“Please, daddy, I’m close, I’m-” 

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, wiping them on her thigh. Y/N let out a loud gasp. 

“You fucking dick.” she groaned. 

“Watch your fucking mouth. I won’t tell you again.”  

“I just need yo-”  

He cut her off, quickly removing her panties and shoving them in her mouth. Y/N whined in protest, her eyes widening in shock. 

“I won’t tell you again. You better keep those in that pretty mouth until I tell you to take them out, understand?” she nodded in response.  

“Good girl.” 

Remus positioned himself between her legs, looking down at her as he lined himself up. With one fluid motion he was inside her, letting out a deep groan as he felt her clench around him.  

“Feel so fucking good baby. Take my cock so well.”  

He wasted no time and began fucking into her roughly. His hips snapping against her at a quickening pace. Y/N’s moaned were like a drug to him and he couldn’t get enough. He thought that she sounded so pretty when she was whimpering underneath him, the panties in her mouth feebly trying to stifle her moans. She reached up to wrap her arms around him, legs trembling as she chased her high. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. He smirked as she clenched around him, her moans getting louder and louder. 

“You close, baby?” he asked, looking down at the girl laying beneath him. Y/N nodded frantically and moaned through the makeshift gag. He thrust into her roughly a few more times before pulling out of her again. “Didn’t think I’d let you cum that easy, did you?”  

He reached down pulling the panties from her mouth and tossing them on the floor. He manoeuvred her roughly so that she was on her knees with her face pressed against the mattress. Once again, he entered her, grabbing handfuls of her arse as he fucked her. He smacked his hand against the flesh sharply, earning a loud moan from Y/N, and leaving a large hand print on her skin. Remus’ thrusts became more sloppy as he reached his own climax, reaching round to pull Y/N up so her back was flush against his chest.  

“Want you to look at me when you cum, baby. Gonna come on my cock, yeah?” he said gruffly. 

“Y-yes, daddy.” she let out a strained moan, “so close.”  

Her eyes all but glazed over as she reached her peak, seeing stars as she clenched around him. Remus wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her in place as he fucked into her. Letting a strangled moan, came inside her, her body going limp against him. 

“Fuck.” she gasped. 

“You okay?” he asked, collapsing on the bed and pulling her towards him. 

“More than okay.” she smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled into him. 

[starkeyboy]

coward. | conrad fisher x reader

as series that i’m gonna try and go with! THIS HAS S2 SPOILERS

enjoy ;)

part. one.

i took a deep breath. it’s been 2 years since everything happened. i left cousins for the summer and never came back. not my choice, it was my parents. they got a divorce and my dad could no longer afford the house down here. but here i was. back in cousins. in front of a house i once called home. i barely ever stayed at mine. this was more my home than what my parents bought, and here i was.

my hand was so close to knocking, one millimeter away when i backed out. i didn’t deserve to see them anymore. i left them without even saying i was. true fully, i didn’t know i wasn’t coming back till my dad broke the news that he was selling it. but i have conrad’s number, and i didn’t have the nerve of telling him.

i took a step back as i admired the door. i couldn’t bring myself to knock or ring the doorbell. i really couldn’t. they would be mad at me. they would ask me all these questions when i barely knew the answers myself.

i was a coward. and once again, i left.

…

i was at rosie’s, getting some pies for something that my dad wanted to throw for the first summer back. i was able to avoid the fishers and the conklins for a few weeks now and yes, it’s hard. the amount of times i was gonna knock on that door or purposely go get muffins in the early morning, just maybe running into jeremiah or conrad, or maybe even steven and belly. but i decided against it, i can’t do that to them. i don’t deserve them anymore.

…

jeremiahs pov

“was that your stomach?” i said laughing and looking at belly. she glared at me and chuckled.

“i haven’t eaten since this morning jere,” she said.

“rosie’s is just off the road,” i suggested and she nodded like crazy.

“i think i’ll get-”

“blueberry” we both at the same time, we laughed and ordered our pies.

as we were waiting, i saw someone familiar looking at the fruits. i squinted, trying to focus on who that was. my eyes widened as i pulled belly away from nicole.

“what the hell jere?” she brushed me off and apologized to nicole but i only shushed her as i pointed to the girl. “it’s that?” belly looked at me in shock.

“y/ns back” i said as i immediately moved away from belly and ran over to y/n.

…

y/ns pov

i got startled when a hand was put on my shoulder and turning me around. but when my eyes connected with jeremiah, i stumbled back. how did he find me? was he just here conveniently? oh god…was conrad here? i looked around him for a second when my eyes connected with belly.

“y/n, i can’t believe your back!” i looked back at jeremiah as i was still in shock.

“what? oh yeah, im back” i laughed awkwardly. i looked around again, to see if conrad was here but i saw no one else. just jere and belly.

“are you looking for someone?” belly said as she walked over to us. i looked at them again and shook my quickly.

“huh? no no, absolutely not looking for anyone.” i said as i looked at the fruit. “just looking at getting some more mangos” i again, i laughed even more awkwardly.

“are you okay? you don’t seem like yourself,” jere said. these were the questions i was talking about. soon there’ll be; where did you go? what happened? are your parents okay? how are you dealing with the divorce? which they probably don’t even know about the divorce.

“i’m fine, completely fine.” i said as i smiled. it was a relief seeing them tho. after all these years, they barely changed. other than the fact that jere has muscular arms now and belly has no braces or glasses and a grown women’s body. “what are you guys doing here?” i asked.

“belly’s hungry and not gonna like, i am too. we’re trying to find conrad,” jeremiah said as soon as belly jabbed him in the ribs. i furrowed my eyebrows. trying to find conrad. i thought i saw him at the store a few days ago.

“what do you mean? is he not with the family this year? i saw him at the store,” i told them as belly’s eyes lighted up but jeres down casted to me.

“did no one tell you? conrad didn’t tell you?” he said as he repeated himself.

“what do you mean, tell me? what was he supposed to tell me?” i questioned as i grew more worried. was conrad okay? was he in danger at the store that whole time and i ignored him?

belly and jeremiah looked at each other and sighed. jere put his hand on my shoulder as he brought me close. “moms gone y/n. susannah is gone.”

i don’t think i’ve felt my heart break more than it did in that moment. i felt tears spring to my eyes. i shook my head and i denied them.

“she’s not gone jere,” i whispered. “i swear, she can’t be,” i broke down. jeremiah held me close to him and he let a few tears roll down as well.

…

i was behind jeremiah and belly as we drove the summer house. i guess those times of me almost knocking on the door was bad idea. no one was home. other than conrad but he wouldn’t have answered, he can’t even answer his phone.

when we pulled up jeremiah jumped out the car and pounded through door yelling for conrad. i got out and walked behind belly, slowly. i saw jeremiah talk to someone and knew immediately that it was con.

“jeremiah, the house is being put up for sell.” he said calmly as he put his hand on his chest to push him back. belly looked confused as she came to his vision.

“what do you mean it’s for sell?” she said as she looked at him.

“what is she doing here?” he said as he looked at jeremiah. i finally walked into the room last and i locked eyes with conrad after 2 years. it was like i could finally breathe. he was right in front of me. he looked at me softly and his eyes teared up.

“y/n?” he whispered as jere pulled belly towards him. moving her out of the way gently. i nodded and he walked to me and hovered his hands over me.

“it’s me connie,” i said quietly. that was what got him. and me. he pulled me into a hug immediately.

“i needed you”

[loneliestluvr]

𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒐, 𝒊𝒊𝒊.

i. ii. iii.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron OC

Synopsis: Caught up in a world of hollow grief for her people, her life, and her father, Blair Archeron is forced into a life under the light she wants no part of after ghosting through immortality since being Made. But what she finds, is not what she expects.

Warnings: beron😒, abuse in general(like triggering af please be warned), me being a rhysand hater, brief suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 4.1k— this took me all day to write(from 7-9 am and then 3-now please be thankful😞🙏🏼)

taryn thinks: YES I DID CHANGE THE NAME. IT FITS BETTER. I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS WHEN I STARTED. HUSH. i would like to choose this very moment to tell you there will be a happy ending and to say they WILL end up with babies. still unsure how many parts this will be though 💃🏼 im just a gorl. @readychilledwine this is my payment for that tamlin baby and domestic fluff(smut if you’d like) bonus chapter for lost bonds 🤗

There was glass shattered on the floor by the windows.

Eris’s head was down as he stood before his father, pieces of deep auburn hair hanging by his eyes as he tried not to move and tried not to let any emotion pass over his face. Just as Beron expected when he took his lashings— whether that be from a whip, his tongue, or his powers.

However indignant, the fact his father had chosen his tongue today was a mercy.

“You are insignificant,” Beron seethed, spit spraying from his mouth as he yelled. The deep, cruel, voice booming off the walls of his fathers study. “—a bastard, truly. A bastard because you surely can not be this stupid and be born of me. A worthless excuse for a first son.”

Eris kept his stature wane, making himself small for his father despite the fact he was a few good inches taller than the male.

Sometimes, he thought the High Lord’s need to belittle and denigrate everyone around him, raise his voice and grow violent, was driven by some sort of lust. For power, respect, whatever it may be. Something he lacked.

That maybe the fact he put energy into minimizing his court, his family, his wife even, was because he didn’t even respect himself. That he needed to create room for his anger and hatred by pushing others down.

What had happened to him that made him so cruel? Is this how his father had been to him? Was this love to him?

“How is it that we’ve only just learned there’s a fourth sister, Eris? Tell me,” Beron’s voice grew lethally quiet as he spoke and Eris forced himself to breathe, bracing mentally. “—tell me so I know who better to put on the throne instead of your pathetic fucking excuse of life.”

His words grated against his ears, voice tight and angry and again growing louder as he spoke.

Another glass was thrown, and shattered. Hitting the wall so close to Eris’s head that a piece flew at him, slicing across his cheek lightly. He barely moved.

The crystal thin enough, knife-like enough, that he felt the warmth of his blood start to slowly seep from his skin.

Like moisture collecting on the petal of a white poppy in the early morning dew when he sat in the meadows by the Forest House, Saydee’s head in his lap as he talked to the earth. A small reprieve from the chaos of the palace.

Eris was there, in his mind.

Petting his hounds grey coat as he whispered, just as he always did when the sun came over the horizon and woke for the day. Like he had since he was just a faeling sitting in his mothers lap as she did the same.

His mother had explained it so gently one morning, sat in the grass, about when the sun comes over the skyline to say good morning. Not to speak too loudly or too brash so that he didn’t startle the earth, because she too deserved kindness. The Mother.

So almost everyday for as long as he could remember, he sat in that meadow, lazing in the tall grasses as those vibrant hues of blue and orange and pink and yellow streaked across the sky— and he whispered to Her.

About his hopes and dreams that would never be fulfilled or sought after, talked of the life he wished to have. That he wished his own mother had. Asked for her days to be gentler, kinder, prayed on every wild dandelion he found, for someone to share his days with, to talk to— however boring.

And he had. He had his dogs, and he had the fields surrounded with the creeks that ran through their property, and he had the sky.

He wished he was there most of the time. So he created a place in his head, to escape in moments like this.

Acres of meadows, full of flowers and taller grass than he could dream of. Up to his hips, his bloodhounds disappearing beneath the blades as he strolled leisurely. Hands wading through the soft thicket. Sometimes he dreamed of others with him, his mother, Lucien, someone else.

Locked away that piece of himself to disappear into whenever being in his body became too much.

It’s where he had spent nearly fifty torturous years Under the Mountain, spending every waking moment protecting the female who had raised him for his father didn’t care to. Spending fifty years away from those grasslands and that beautiful savoy grandeur. His meadows.

Throwing stick after stick out into those pastures as he walked further and further, his best girl running every time he threw— chasing bunnies and jumping into the streams. Getting lost in his mind. When he knew it was morning, which was so very rare down in that dark and decrepit nightmare, he prayed. He prayed for some divine force to step in, for Her to save him and his family. To be kinder. The first time he cried and spoke his despair aloud, Feyre Archeron had come three days later.

Eris was deep in fern grasses as the blood dripped down his face, but he still did not move.

He hadn’t even taken his coat and finery off from Hewn City yet, having told his father he was coming from the lookout on the northern border. He didn’t bring attention to it.

He heard his fathers deep breath and the creaking of the chair behind his desk as he sat, maybe seeing reason now that the heady scent of his sons blood filled his study.

“You will go to Rhysand as soon as possible,” Beron started, pinching the bridge of his nose. Eris still didn’t look up, just blinked at the floor. “—do what you must. Find a way in, figure out what else those wretched girls took from us. I do not care if you kill or maim or whatever else takes your interest these days.”

His voice trailed off as if remembering something significant and Eris heard the wood groan again and then footsteps, his heart remaining steady despite the screaming that filled his head. Then he saw the polished toes of Beron’s shoes.

“You always were the smartest of my sons. So much like me, so brutal.”

Male pride laced those words. Eris wanted to throw up, he wanted to scream, and he did want to kill. He wanted to kill the man before him, wanted to kill the ruination that circled this court. That ripped its beauty from her chest, chewed it up, and spat it out.

But he did not move.

A hand gripped his chin, turning his face to the side and up. Eris let his eyes flick to his fathers face and saw the warning there.

“Where did you get this.” It wasn’t a question, Eris knew.

“I was playing with Saydee and tripped too close to a jagged rock, it cut me. It didn’t hurt.”

Beron released his chin if only to land a sharp slap on his other cheek and then immediately grabbed his face again. His grip burned, like molten ire, making the flesh of his cheeks dig into his teeth.

“Where did you get it.”

“I was practicing my swordsmanship with Brenton and he sliced me with his rapier, it was an accident. He got the proper punishment for hurting me.”

Beron released his son’s face and stepped back.

“Get out, don’t let your mother see you.”

Doubtless that the reason he wanted him gone was because he didn’t want his sons blood to drip onto those precious carpets.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice, so he walked. As calmly as he could until he got to his rooms, making sure to take the long way around and avoid where his mother was no doubt waiting by her own door to hear Eris’s footsteps walk by.

To know he was safe, or to know what his father did. Either way, he didn’t want her to see him like this.

Closing the door behind him, he finally loosed a breath, opening his eyes as he shucked off his jacket and draped it over the chaise by the hearth. Walking to his tray of decanters, lightly touching the blood on his face with one hand as he picked a bottle up in the other.

His scarred fingers came back crimson.

A slow boiling rage, like simmering sugar, filled his body. His muscles, gritting his teeth silently. Grip growing tight as he looked at that blood.

And then that was all he saw as the glass bottle shattered into the brick fireplace, sending the flames roaring and him stumbling back a few steps into the post of his bed.

He hadn’t noticed it was lit, vision glazed over.

He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as he watched the flames fulminate, casting an orange glow on his room and his face. So bright and wild he felt the heat from feet away as he watched the fire roar and gutter back down.

Eris thought that maybe he really wasn’t any better than the man that sired him at all.

Spring in Velaris was beautiful.

The mid-day sun warmed the air around the River House, a gentle breeze kissing Blair’s skin and ruffling through her curled hair.

She’d let her little sister braid it back this morning, a thin coronet that made a beautiful pleated flower on the back of her head. Though her loose bangs tickled her eyes, Blair thought she had looked rather pretty.

She wasn’t so outside of her body when she sat in the open air. And she felt… alright.

Though she would have preferred a fir to scale, as they allowed for easier climbing, but the willow she had found herself in made for a good view of Elain working in Feyre’s garden.

It was a welcome change from her window. Like there was no need to run away and hide in the forests of her mind, digging her own hands into the soul of the earth just to make sure her mind didn’t numb away.

She was almost laying down against the bark, the large trunk and spindling branches wide enough two people could have sat up here side by side. As uncomfortable as it may have been, the rough corking crust digging into wherever it touched through her pale yellow gown, it felt like home.

It’d been a week since Starfall at the House of Wind, almost a month since that all too brief introduction she had made to the world in Hewn City on Winter Solstice. Of Prythian’s world, at least.

Blair hadn’t expected anything for it, she had been there for a short half hour and had been… occupied the whole time.

Sometimes her skin still burned when she was alone. In the bath, when she stirred honey into her tea, late at night in the too cool sheets of her bed.

She’d felt her own since Hewn City, able to think and manage conversations, elating to Feyre and Elain and she quite enjoyed conversing with her little sisters now. But she still laid by the fire, night after night just to feel that warmth fill her.

But after that, after the surplus of gifts from their small gathering that followed, presents hadn’t stopped when the Solstice holiday ended— but they weren’t coming from her family.

Baskets and boards and chests and boxes were sent to Rhysand’s palace and then were brought to the House. Welcoming’s and courtiers from every place in Prythian it seemed, branching out to welcome her.

Well wishes, mostly. Some off-notes and letters, claiming that Blair Archeron’s beauty could be used to fix the rifts in this continent and between courts. That had been the most absurd one, a letter for Rhysand asking for her hand in marriage. He laughed as he read it to her, sitting by the window— knees tucked into her chest.

It angered her more than anything. That she was already a prize to be had, or that it was Rhys they were asking.

Slowly, as days passed and she spent more time outside breathing clear air, the anger grew. The realizations came in waves, of things she had missed, times where she should have spoke up and didn’t.

Resentment, frustration, shame, guilt.

She didn’t let it show, bottling it up and shoving it down. Killing the urges inside her to scream at everyone, to bellow and seeth and grow violent. Something so awake in her, gnashing and bloody teethed. The need to give into that voice in her head that told her to let it go.

That she needed to in order to go on, in order to have a sense of normalcy. That exploding was the only was to settle her bones. She felt particularly nasty towards Rhysand.

The betterment he had to achieve and grovel over, should grovel over, was stacked against the High Lord.

The anger was what took her the most, forcing her fingers to loosen the grip she had on her fork at dinner nightly as she listened to him ramble and laugh. Watched Feyre go on like she would not die having his child, closer and closer to being due.

She wanted to watch him bleed as her sister was going to.

Wanted to scream for all he had made Nesta do.

The entitlement.

But Blair buried it.

So she would glare to herself when he wasn’t looking, lip pulled back slightly and passed off as a twitch, before she took in what was sent as an attempt to woo her.

Blair had thought they were for Feyre in all honesty, before Cassian explained that it was bad luck. A few days ago when he walked with her along the Sidra— Elain had dragged her out and in return she made the Illyrian come with her— he had said it was a grim omen and wish of terrible luck to send an expecting mother gifts for a babe that hadn’t yet been born. To the fae at least.

She listened mindlessly. Noting the scent of her older sister that came from him in waves. She needed to talk to Nesta, and soon. A conversation was owed on both ends.

The thin parchment of the book she was reading scraped against the soft pads of Blair’s fingers as she leaned back against the large trunk of the willow.

Vines of cream wisteria flowing in the soft wind that sent the caps of her bell sleeves fluttering, watching Elain out of the corner of her eye as she dug her bare hands into the soil. Choosing not to use the enchanted gloves Lucien had gifted to her as she tended to the flower beds at the back of the house.

Despite the cool air surrounding Blair from the river flowing a few paces away, a warmth bloomed past her skin, not from the sun, but from something else, and her chest melted or sparked or roared as she saw a flash of deep auburn hair— walking towards where she was in the tree.

The second oldest Archeron’s brow furrowed so slightly. That scent— that heated mahogany and citrus, burning embers, floated to her on a soft wind and brushed through her hair in a soothing caress.

Eris’s hand skimmed along the brush of a white rose hedge as he strolled, his gait loose but strong. Blair kept her focus on the pages she was reading, but a sudden pounding in her heart had her unable to focus on any of the words.

She heard him approach, feet light and careless, she wouldn’t have heard it if she were still human. But with her new ears, the new senses she was still getting used to, she could.

The feet stopped, just under her, and Blair flipped the page. The thin and gauzy skirt of her dress draped and hung down the branch she lounged on, leg crossed over the other.

Eris cleared his throat then, and Blair could see his tall stature blurred in the peripheral of her vision. Hands tucked appropriately behind his back.

“I’m shocked Rhys let you come here, especially with my baby sister in her condition.” Blair said without lifting her head to look at him. Eris hid his smile by lowering his head. “Or should I be worried you’ve come to steal Nesta away? She’s not here, by the way.”

The words poured out of her mouth so quickly that Elain lifted her head in wonder, the same furrow as her older sister’s she’d seen play out in her face so many times. Rhys was standing with his arms crossed on the stone walkway when Elain looked to the back doors. Not pleased, but something willing.

“Now, smart, beautiful thing.” He tsked his tongue, amusement lacing every word. “I wanted to see you, and I told you that Nesta was not what I wanted anymore.”

Blair lifted her head at that, looking down at his wretchedly beautiful face and he smiled that wicked smile at her that spoke of pure sin. The level of her belief was in her eyes.

Whatever he offered that was big enough for Rhys to allow him to come to Velaris, she didn’t believe it would be just for her. Eris had given something to gain something— that’s what they all said of him.

“I told him I’d spoil our fun and tell my father of our plans or he could let me see you and I’d send a legion tomorrow for him to direct.” Eris added, as if reading her mind or face or body. She forced herself to keep looking at him.

“I could have met with you somewhere else.”

“Would you have? Left this place?” A raise of his brows.

Blair didn’t know, she didn’t know why she said it. Why her tongue just moved before she could think with him. Her eyes said as much and then a sudden, unknown, panic filled her and the life guttered so quickly from her eyes.

“It is safer here anyway.” Eris said lightly a few seconds later, followed by a quiet sigh.

There was a thin white gash along his cheek, almost healed, but it wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him. Blair remembered every inch of his face whether she wanted to or not. A face that followed her.

“No gift to try and sweep me into a marriage with you?” She said as gently as she could, face a bit flat.

“I thought I gave you one.” Eris smiled and at Blair’s squinted eyes, he continued. She closed her book and tossed it to the ground, narrowly missing him as it thudded to the ground. “Our dances, I did give you three I believe. Is that not the correct number in the mortal realm when a male is courting a female?”

The female blinked down at him, pausing as she swung her legs over the side of the branch, face drawing ever tighter and then she couldn’t control it.

It was the wording that sent her laughing she supposed. The sound rich and full of life, not empty and deserted or even strained, a song that skittered over Eris’s skin. Soft and silky as a fawn’s coat, gentle and easy as a gliding dove.

“I suppose,” Blair started, grunting slightly as she slid on her stomach— using the little strength she had in her arms to hold tight to the trunk she was dangling from. “—if we were in the mortal realm.” Blair panted slightly and Eris’s mouth formed a tight line as he watched the female struggling to climb back to the ground.

Her palms quickly formed indents from the grooves and bumps and ridges she clung to, nails digging into the wood.

“But,” Slipping slowly, trying to find a place for her dangling bare feet to land or stick to so she didn’t drop seven or eight feet right to the grass. The thin sleeves of her dress catching and snagging on sharp ribs in the bark. “—I so graciously have the rest of my immortal life ahead of me,”

“Would you…” Eris’s hands trail off as he watched, hands behind his back and head tilted.

“I have choices, to make—” Blair interrupted, toes splaying as she reached and reached for the next thing down but there was just nothing. “So I think it fair I take,” She huffed, hands slipping and sweating as she tried to grapple. “My,”

Eris raised an amused brow to her backside, arms crossing over his chest as he just watched. Her full body dangling there and then Blair yelped, right hand slipping and then she was falling with a gasp.

Eris was there a second later, large hands firmly gripping her waist as her knees bent over something. Scratching up her hands as she went, skin ripping on the rough bark and she grappled for anything. Body twisting.

It was Eris who caught her, who she tangled herself onto so she wouldn’t slam against the ground. Panting, heart beating, arms around his neck before she looked at him.

Blue, rust-flecked eyes met amber ones.

“Time.” She whispered, staring at his face. He’d caught her. She couldn’t tell if it was her pulse she could feel inside her hand, or his, as it held to the junction between his neck and shoulder. His eyes flicked down.

“Yellow was a choice, my dear Blair.” She scrambled from his arms, dropping another foot before touching the ground as she stood on her own again.

“I like yellow.” She spoke quietly, brushing her hands along her dress and halting when it streaked the fabric with a dirty red. Looking up at him with a breath, she crossed her arms instead.

“Beautiful as a rare star, then.”

Blair rolled her eyes.

“What is it you want, Eris?”

The male nearly fell to his knees at the look in her eyes, the sound of his name on her tongue for the first time.

Out loud, that is. He’d rewatched her beautiful lips play with it in his head for the past month, over and over. Kept it for himself, for when he was alone or bored or…

Eris feigned a pout.

“No polite courtier? I just saved you, my fair damsel.” He said, face serious until he smiled again and Blair started walking back towards the house. Rhys mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk as he watched.

“I do not need saving, the worst that would have happened was a few scratches or a bruise. I would have lived.” Even if she didn’t particularly care to. She didn’t say that out loud, though. But the despair seeped into something, she didn’t care enough to stop and think about the feeling.

“Mm,” He hummed, following behind her. “I suppose so.” He wanted to grab her, to touch and feel her beneath the flesh of his hands just because. Something inside his chest dragging him along behind her, he was not himself.

Blair just kept walking, right up the stones and the marble stairs off the back of the house, feet padding to the doors. Eris stopped at the steps where Rhys made him halt.

“Don’t let them hold you.” Eris called and she looked over her shoulder just briefly before flinging the doors open and disappearing inside the house that was warded off. Eris couldn’t follow after her if he wanted to.

“You saw her. For whatever reason you needed, she clearly did not have an interest in the same.” Rhys sighed, stepping in front of Elain subconsciously as Eris stood there— still looking into the House. “Now leave my city before I kill you, you know not to speak of this place to anyone.”

Eris was still staring after her when he disappeared in a rush of wind and warm light.

Elain looked back at the tree where her sister and the male had come through moments ago, only to find a particular trail of higher grass where Blair had walked and suddenly grown dandelions were blooming.

From the slam of the back door seconds later and the vacant yard that Elain was now left alone in, nobody else had noticed.

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[loseractivities]

do you have any stuilly headcanons

ya heres some

- billy os extremely insecure about his music taste and the only person who actually knows what he listens to is stu

- billy is also an extremely picky eater and stu is again the only person who rlly knows what foods he likes

- speaking of food stuff bakes billy stuff sometimes its always terrible and has some sort of writing in icing on it

- billy = cigarettes, stu = weed (billy only smokes weed for a reason besides being gay to be gay and stu only smokes cigarettes if billys already put his mouth on it) 🤮🤮🏳️‍🌈EW GAY!!!?

- billy sleeps terrible unless next to stu (he just says stus bed is comfortable)

- billy = cat, stu = dog (i will never shut up about this)

- both billy and stu have had braces. billy got them first so stu picked on him and brought it up all the time; "says the guy with braces" etc, till he got them and then decided they were awesome

- both billy and stu got piercings at some point.when idk maybe they gave em to each other dude idk be creative

- (enneagram) billy 6w7, stu 7w8

- (zodiac) BILLY IS CAPRICORN STU IS LEO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do they have canon birthdays? idk

- stu = doesnt read because he doesnt have an attention span, billy = has a good attention span but doesnt read because hes dyslexic

- have been friends since very young like forever

- with that being said ever since they were super young stu has been extremely loyal (devastatingly so) and would pretty much just blindly trust anything billy said or did or told him to do (not to say he didnt wanna do the things billy would say to do, he just wants anything billy wants cus they matched each others 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴)

- rhey uh.. they uh match each others 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 uhh

- billy has no other friends, stu has a lot of friends that he simply just does not care about one millionth as much

- both are (obviously) very rebellious, murder is not the only crime they commit, billy just keeps it more on the down low

- also i feel like billy would be really good at picking locks but stu would actually be so terrible

- billy rambles about horror movies endlessly...stu listens...stu may not be listening...but he loves billys voice(he wont remember anything he said)

- stu also rambles but more-so about random events in life

- stus faster than billy

- they are both privileged white boys but i think stu has more money than billy so he will tease him about that too

- billy = autism, stu = adhd (wow. so original i wonder if anyone has said fhat before /sarc) im jk i love this headcanon

- stu gives billy gifts and stuff way more often than billy gives gifts to him, however when they were younger it was the opposite billy would be leavin dead animals/bugs at his windowsill💀💀(if stu brings up that phase in any sense he gets beaten and gaslighted into believing billy never did fhat)

- bonus i think stu wears contacts and refuses glasses i lovr that headcanon

thank for coming to my ted talk

[paperstorm]

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She likely isn’t supposed to relay a message to anyone else, but Carlos bets on his authoritative tone being enough to sway her and he wins that bet. In a regretful voice, she says, “I’m sorry to inform you that his mother has passed away.”

Carlos’s heart sinks. He’d been clinging to hope it wasn’t true, and the inside of his mouth goes dry as his mind tries to make sense of the fact that it is.

“She was struck by a bike messenger,” the woman informs him. “The ambulance came in about an hour ago but she hit her head on the pavement, she was pronounced dead shortly after the paramedics arrived.”

“Jesus,” Carlos whispers, scrubbing a hand over his own mouth.

In front of him, TK slowly crumples. Carlos watches at half-speed as the love of his life lowers himself down to the floor, feet tucked under him and hands braced on the ground.

Quickly, Marjan is moving toward him. She drops to her knees and touches his back. “Hey, talk to us.”

“My mom’s dead,” TK answers in a tiny voice, and Marjan’s gasp is sharp and her eyes are wide as she looks up at Carlos.

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[sansundertale14x1]

Achy mouth w. Gaz :(

(totally not...cuz somethins goin,...on eith my mouth...not proofread...little drabble...gn reader...one sexual ref...)

Coming home to your roommate, Gaz, whining about your mouth.

You just came home from an ortho appointment, where you finally decided to bite the bullet and get the braces you need so badly. At first, it didn't seem bad, just a slightly odd feeling in your mouth. Now, after driving home from the office, you hate it with your whole soul.

You feel like a nerdy teenager again. It's just so peculiar...and it feels like you're being stabbed by little metal rods (which technically, you are.).

You come to Gaz with your woes, talking about the aching feeling in your teeth, head...and entire face, really. He lets out a soft sigh...

"Did you listen to what the doctor had to say..? Here, hand me that.."

Gaz takes the little bag from your hand, inspecting the contents.

"...Sit down.."

Though you didn't really want to, you immediately obeyed and took a seat on the nearby kitchen chair. Gaz rummages through the bag, pulling out the little package of wax.

"...being poked?"

He softly asks you, and you nod. However, that nod ended up sending waves of pain to your jaw. Gaz starts to mold the wax until it's malleable.

"Listen, just put it over the bracket that's bothering you, and it should help."

You remember the doctor mentioning this, but the amount of sensations in your mouth seemed to have clouded your memory. You do as Gaz asked, softly pressing the wax over the irritative bracket. You try to get used to the feeling, immediately feeling relieved from your piercing pain...however, your head still aches from the unfamiliar tight feeling.

"There we go..."

Gaz smiled, gently leaning closer and putting a small kiss on your forehead.

"Anythin' else?"

He asked, clearly concerned for your comfort. If it hadn't scratched the inside of your mouth, you would've smiled.

"...Head."

You softly mumble, looking into Gaz's eyes. The way his skin went a rosey tone, you could tell you maybe phrased that a tad weirdly...

"...Headache."

You clarify, and Gaz lets out a soft breath of air. He was relieved...which sort of makes you wonder if he would allow you to if you were asking for that. However, he sweeps this under the rug and hands you two ibuprofen and a full glass of water.

"...be careful."

He gently mutters, looking away from your eyes and trying to regain the normal color of his face. By the time you finally swallow down the pills, you nudge at his hand.

"Could we lay down..?"

You politely ask, and Gaz turns back with a happy but flustered smile.

"Of course sweetheart.."

~~~

You end the day cuddling with Gaz. Your mouth is numb from the medicine, but that's the last thing you're worried about. Gaz had drifted off with you on his chest, hat bent down to cover the sunlight from the sunset from affecting his eyes. It's sweet to see him all soft and cuddly...but he's just like that anyway. <3

im tired bye bye

[arcanechariot]

OMG HEADCANONS FOR ANSELM PLEASE im starving without no content of him I will cherish you .

nsfw a-z anselm hcs 👓

bro i will gladly write for this freaky old man 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

note: correct me if im wrong but we dont find out why anselm has his injuries. as that's the case, im just going to make a little hc for that too. i feel like he was probably involved in gas explosion (possibly when he was a kid). that would account for the burn scars, the one blind eye (from heat or flying glass), his crippled leg (from a structural collapse pinning the leg) and occasional breathing difficulties (from lung scarring due to prolonged smoke inhalation)

also i have him at like 55-65 so old man vibes coming in strong with him 🥰🥰

a = aftercare

he's deeply attentive and theatrical in aftercare. he lavishes you with soft touches, kisses and poetic reassurances. he runs you a bath, makes you a drink or wraps you in blankets, just generally making you feel adored and worshipped. if he's having a rough day, he might need you to massage his leg, assist with his brace or get him some heat packs for body aches but he'd never force you, it's just something you learn that he needs

b = body part

he loves your hands. he marvels at their grace, strength and artistry, often holding them, tracing every line and kissing your fingertips. to him, your hands symbolise intimacy, creativity and connection, making them utterly irresistible

c = cum

he cums a regular amount and it's slightly thicker than average due to a combination of his age, health conditions and medication. sometimes (with certain medications especially) it can take him a good few hours to cum so you just have to be patient

d = dirty secret

he has a secret kink around humiliation play, specifically enjoying being playfully teased about his occasional struggles with 'performance' due to his age and medication. he gets pleasure from the teasing, enjoying the vulnerability and the control it gives you in the moment. he secretly craves moments where you tease him (maybe calling him 'old' or making fun of his inability to keep up at times) but always in a loving, playful manner. it's a mix of embarrassment and arousal for him, something he keeps hidden behind his sharp wit and sarcastic remarks, only revealing it when he feels he's in a truly safe environment

e = experience

he's very experienced. given his age, confidence and eccentric personality, he's had numerous relationships — possibly including more casual or unconventional ones — where he's explored many different facets of intimacy. he's be knowledgeable and comfortable in bed, able to read your desires and needs with ease as well as being more comfortable with his own wants

f = favourite position

spooning or a variant of it. he enjoys the closeness and intimacy of being physically close to you, with a strong emphasis on slow, deliberate movements. this position allows for deep connection, affectionate touches and whispered words in the intimacy of the moment (especially seeing as he loves a little dirty talk), all while not being too physically demanding on his body. that being said, if he can manage it, he loves doggy

when his health or leg issues prevent him from fully engaging in his favourite positions, he shifts to positions that require less movement or strain on his body, such as:

seated positions, where he can sit back comfortably while you straddle him, allowing for intimacy without putting too much stress on his leg or body

lying on his back with you on top, where he can relax and let you take more control

positions that focus on oral sex or mutual touch, where he doesn't need to move much but still can give and receive pleasure in a deeply satisfying way

g = goofy?

kind of? more playful but dominant. sometimes things happen and you just have to laugh them off but, more often than not, he finds a way to either incorporate mishaps into the experience

h = hair

he prefers it manageable, at least. a little trim here and there has never been an issue for him but it's been getting more difficult. he's never really been a full shave kind of guy down there but he won't say no if you offer (having you down there with a razor or even just pampering him with warm flannels and shaving foam gets him all excited)

i = intimacy

he's extremely intimate during sex. for him, intimacy goes beyond just the physical act; it's about connection, vulnerability and the emotional exchange. he's the type to engage in slow, deliberate movements, making sure you feel desired and cherished at every moment. he focuses heavily on the sensual aspects, such as gentle caresses, eye contact, whispered words and kissing. it's more than sex; it's an experience

j = jack off

he needs to take care of himself less frequently, partly due to his age and the impact of his medication, which can lower his libido. still, he still has periodic urges that he needs to address. he usually needs to cum every few days or sometimes once a week, depending. when you aren't available or if he's feeling particularly frustrated, he might need to take care of himself but mostly he prefers to wait for you

k = kink(s)

he's an absolute freak so here's just a taste of what to expect;

bondage: he appreciates the control that comes with bondage but with a focus on gentleness and comfort. he tends to prefer using silk scarves or soft ropes to create a sensual, intimate atmosphere rather than harsh or painful restraints (don't get me wrong; he will get them out if you've been bratty). his enjoyment mainly comes from having your full surrender while maintaining a safe, loving environment

dirty talk: he's a master of dirty talk, knowing exactly how to use words to take control and stimulate you. he enjoys verbal dominance, using commanding language to guide you through the experience, even when his body doesn't feel up to it

gentle discipline & punishment: he enjoys giving gentle discipline, where he guides your behaviour with subtle punishment. this might include light spanking, biting, restraints, orgasm denial or simply verbally reprimanding you for 'misbehaviour'. it's always done with care, ensuring that it's more about emotional connection than physical pain (and he always has safewords in mind)

power play & control: at the core, enjoys the power dynamics inherent in his dominance. he relishes being the one to set the tone, make the rules and guide the experience. whether through positioning, ordering you around or controlling the pace, he thrives on maintaining control while keeping everything sensual

sensory play: blindfolds, feathers and silk ties are used to heighten sensations and he enjoys slow, teasing touches that make you ache. the lack of sight amplifies the other senses, allowing him to create this intense, erotic experience where you have to rely on him entirely

l = location, location, location

his favourite spot for it is his 'playroom', a space he's meticulously crafted and perfected over the years. it's a private, intimate sanctuary; tastefully decorated with a mix of luxury and sensuality, filled with soft lighting, velvet curtains and carefully chosen furniture, featuring comfortable restraints, custom art and various displays of toys and other implements

the room has an air of both control and indulgence, with a variety of tools for bondage, sensory play and gentle discipline (as well as regular and more experimental gear), all stored neatly and organised. it's a place where he feels truly in charge and able to explore his power dynamics, creating a space that is as much about emotional connection as it is about physical pleasure

though he might enjoy his lavish bedroom or study for different reasons (the bedroom for quiet intimacy, the study for sex over the desk, on the couch or in his chair), the playroom would be his main spot for really getting down and dirty

m = motivation (turn-ons)

appearance & presentation: though not overly superficial, he appreciates when you take time to look your best for him; whether it's in lingerie, dressed for a special occasion or in an intimate setting that's aesthetically pleasing

intellectual stimulation: being highly intellectual, witty banter, intelligent conversation and the ability to engage in deep, thought-provoking dialogue turn him on. a partner who can challenge him intellectually while also being emotionally available for deeper connection excite him just as much as physical touch

power dynamics: power exchange is central to his sexual attraction. he is aroused by the dominant role he plays in your relationship as well as by your willingness to let him take charge

scent: as one of his hands is numb due to scar tissue and one of his eyes is blinded, he relies on his other, fuller senses, such as scent and taste. he also finds that smelling your underwear tends to embarrass and fluster you, a reaction that he thoroughly enjoys

sensual touch: soft, lingering touches, especially on his scars or his crippled leg, are a huge turn-on for him

submissive playfulness: while he is a dominant, he enjoys playful submission; a partner who teases him, tests his patience and offers some resistance before ultimately giving in

teasing & denial: he loves to create tension by denying pleasure or making you wait for release, all while building up anticipation

verbal dominance & dirty talk

vulnerability: he enjoys seeing you let your guard down, emotionally and physically. when you show a side of yourself that is soft, open and trusting, it deeply arouses him, as it makes him feel more needed and important

n = no (turn-offs)

disrespect & lack of communication

emotional coldness

lack of emotional connection

lack of hygiene or cleanliness

non-consensual play

physical neglect

rushed/careless sexual encounters

o = oral

he has a strong soft spot for receiving oral sex, particularly in more intimate or controlled settings. his favourite scenario however is sitting in his chair in his study, where he can relax and enjoy the sensation of his partner pleasuring him. the setting adds a layer of power dynamics; he's still in control, especially since his colleagues may be around, but there's a sense of vulnerability that comes with receiving pleasure in such an exposed way

when receiving oral, he enjoys being able to guide and direct you, making sure you know exactly what he likes. the mix of praise and subtle commands as he gives directions heightens the experience for both of you. he also enjoys the psychological aspect, the idea that he's being admired or worshipped in the process. the act of receiving oral while discussing with well-known colleagues, where your focus is entirely on him, adds an element of tease and tension that makes the experience all the more thrilling for him

while he enjoys giving oral sex, it's more about control and nurturing than the physical pleasure it provides him. he takes great pride in pleasing you, carefully learning what you like and how to bring you to the edge. he enjoys taking his time, ensuring that every touch, kiss and flick of his tongue is intentional, with a focus on making the experience as sensual and satisfying as possible for you

p = pace

his pace isn't fast-paced or rushed; it's purposeful, with the goal of maximising emotional and physical intensity. he takes his time in every aspect of intimacy, from touch to dialogue to the sex itself, ensuring that every moment feels significant and deeply fulfilling. his pace is about creating pleasure through restraint, allowing the connection to grow, deepen and linger for as long as possible

q = quickies

quickies are more of a fun diversion for him rather than a regular part of his intimacy. they're a less frequent occurrence compared to his preferred slow, sensual encounters where he can take the time to deeply connect with you

r = risk

his willingness to experiment and take risks is more about calculated exploration than impulsive decisions. he's definitely willing to try new things that align with his interests; especially when it deepens his connection with you or challenges his own desires for control. however, he always ensures that the risks are manageable, that you're fully on-board and that everything is done within the context of consent, trust and emotional connection

s = stamina

his sexual endurance has diminished with age but he's adapted by focusing on quality over quantity. he now enjoys one to two rounds per session with the duration of each being shorter than in his prime but still intense and emotionally fulfilling. his dominant nature, combined with the knowledge and experience he has, allows him to remain a highly satisfying and attentive partner, regardless of his physical stamina

t = toys

owning toys: yes, he does own toys and, as a man who appreciates control, pleasure and a bit of sensory play, he has an extensive collection that enhance his experiences, both for himself and you. given his interest in experimentation, his toys are well-chosen to complement his desires for both intense pleasure and power dynamics

what he owns: restraints and bondage gear (especially handcuffs, soft ropes, leather straps, silk scarves and collars), dildos/anal toys/prostate massagers (especially useful for when he can't fully perform), whips/paddles/canes (used for discipline and more intense play) and blindfolds/gags/other sensory deprivation gear

use: while he's largely focused on controlling the experience for you, he does use toys on himself, particularly when he wants to explore sensations that extend beyond the ordinary or to focus on self-pleasure when needed. for example, he uses a vibrator or prostate massager, especially when he's feeling less physically capable. though his primary use of toys is for your pleasure. as a dominant, he enjoys directing your pleasure through the use of toys; whether for teasing, punishment or enhancement. toys like vibrators, restraints and impact toys allow him to assert dominance, set the pace and guide you through a more intense, sensory-rich experience

u = unfair

he loves to tease. in public, his teasing is more subtle and psychological, using small gestures and whispered commands to make you aware of his power. the risk of being discovered only adds to the intensity of the experience. in private, he takes more time with his teasing, drawing out pleasure and increasing anticipation to make the eventual release that much more satisfying

v = volume

not someone who needs to be loud but, when he does make noise, it's more primal; breathy growls (mainly from his breathing problems), low moans and authoritative tones (e.g. "look at me while i fuck you, hm? let me see how much you want it", "such a good boy/girl for me…", "you won't cum until i let you. you'll wait for me", "i'll take care of you, darling")

w = wild card

anselm sat in his favourite chair, the soft light filtering through the curtains, his gaze fixed on you. his body wasn't as responsive as usual but his control over the moment was still absolute. "you've been so good." he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "i want you to touch yourself. slowly. let me guide you." you hesitated for a moment, your hands trembling, but obeyed, shifting to remove your clothing. his gaze never wavered as you began to touch yourself, each movement slow and deliberate. "don't rush." he instructed, his tone steady. "feel every inch of your skin. focus on how your body reacts to your touch. can you do that?" you nodded, your breath quickening as you followed his commands, your hand moving with more urgency now. his voice dropped lower. "you look so beautiful like this…" he said, the words a mixture of praise and control. "but don't cum yet. you'll wait for my word." your hand faltered, your body shaking with the effort to hold back. "good…" he whispered. "now finish. cum for me, darling." with that, the pressure inside you broke and you gasped as pleasure swept over you. his smile was faint, satisfied. "well done." he murmured, watching you carefully. "you didn't need me to touch you. you did perfectly on your own."

x = x-ray

5-5.5" (12.7-14 cm) and uncut. he's lost a little length since he was younger but he's still doing pretty well for himself. he can struggle with getting it up sometimes but he's learnt to cope with it

y = yearning (sex drive %)

75%. while his physical stamina may have decreased with age, his mental stimulation, desire for power dynamics and emotional connection with you still keep his libido strong

z = zzz

he usually takes about 10-20 minutes to fall asleep after sex, depending on the intensity of the encounter

[chichariann]

WICKED

Queer Experience and Friendships and Found Families

Spoilers.... Please leave. To my irl bestie who might see this. Ignore this right now. I will kill u the moment I realize u read this

Please watch the movie or wait til its streaming... Even if you have watched the musical... You could read this? Ill be talking about the additions to the plot

I know Wicked for a very long time has had A LOT of Queer undertones in it... I would not complain if they changed the story to reveal more of Elphaba's and Galinda's potential lesbianism.

But there was something about this movie...

There was something about Defying Gravity that just really... It hit the feels at a level I DID NOT EXPECT! Ive seen so many slime tutorials and I've love em all... But this one... THIS ONE! And I listen to defying gravity like casually... Its just a lovely piece of music that I love listening to.

Listen as you read pleaseee

When Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande started singing this song I was already bracing myself... Everything in the movie was a build up TO THIS MOMENT!

All the back story

All the loathing

All the popular

All the Fiyero moments

All the moments with Prof Dillamond

All the moments Elphaba wondered what she wanted to do with this power she has

And when this song happened it was the most wonderful thing that my lil queer heart had ever witnessed!!!

Something has changed within me.

Something is not the same.

Im through with playing by the rules of someone else's games

When Cynthia held out on that "changed" I knew... Omg. This is not just a song anymore... This is a release. This is an awakening. This is a fucking manifesto now... AND THE CHILLS I GOT!

When I say awakening... Take it as a realization or growth but it was giving "I know what I've been repressing cuz people have been saying shit about how I should live... And its crazy!"

1st few lines and I know I wasnt gonna be singing along or lip syncing to this!

Its time to trust my instincts, close my eyes, and leap

When I say taking over your own life... I mean everything is now yours to live baby

Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I've lost

Well if thats love, it comes at way to high a cost

When Galinda started singing with Elphaba I am not gonna fucking lie I was sensing SO MUCH CHEMISTRY FROM THEM BUT IN WAYS MORE THAN FRIENDSHIP! Yes they are straight but OMG...

Also if theyre straight or really just... Staying friends. This is the most amazing representation of what being queer and being around your best friends

Im just saying... Its giving found family

Galinda's "Elphie you're trembling"

And walks away from Elphies plead to Galinda to leave with her. It is giving QUEER EXPERIENCE WITH FRIENDSHIPS I SWEARRR

Theyre not always gonna be with you, but they're always supporting you kinda feels

When she pulled out that robe and wrapped it around Elphie.

I hope you're happy

Now that you're choosing this

I hope it brings you bliss

I really hope you get it

And you don't live to regret it

I hope you're happy in the end

I hope you're happy my friend

Did no one else feel a different kind of bad when Galinda wiped that tear off of Elphies cheek?

EVERYTHING I JUST DESCRIBED! ITS ALL HERE! I legit thought of all the amazing people in my life that have legit seen all the growth in my own expression. Its like being happy for someone who you may not understand what they're going thru but u push em gurlie... You support them and love them and AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Its meeeeeeee

*you should pause the music after this*

The addition in the movie... I kinda wished they had just added the instrumental into the soundtrack.

As she burst through that window and starts falling... Intense music THEN SILENCE... Soft instrumental comes in

And this is really where it changed EVERYTHING for me

She falls and struggles trying to fly. She's facing death. And she looks over at the reflection on the glass of herself as a child... And they stare at each other. She reaches out to her and she flies.

WHEN I TELL YOU HEALING YOUR INNER CHILDHOOD FOR LIVING AS A QUEER CHILD. Knowing u'll never really be understood. People bully you. And you yourself feel embarassed and ashamed about yourself.

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD THIS WHOLE MOMENT REALLY WAS PICKING AT MY HEART

When she flies up singing

So if you care to find me

Look to the western sky

As someone told me lately

"Everyone deserves the chance to fly"

I tell you... This is all happening and the tears start coming and I just turn to one of my besties and go "BITCH IM CRYING 😭"

And if I'm flying solo

At least I'm flying free

To those who ground me

Take a message back from me

Tell them how I am defying gravity

I'm flying high, defying gravity

And soon, I'll match them in renown

ALL OF THIS JUST FELT SO... REAL???

Reclaiming your life. Accepting all the growth causing traumas. Living with the fact that not everyone wants me alive. That being discriminated is just gonna have to be a part of my life. Of course I'd love for shit to change but its like... This is it.

Living your life when everything is against your existence... So you just live anyway

I think one of the smartest additions to this song was these lyrics they instered

Unlimited

Unlimited

Unlimited

This really was a moment of... Clarity? Idk if thats the right word. Elphie was flying through those clouds and it was so calming, so powerful, and so... Euphoric(?). It really was a moment of like... My life is gonna be shit but I'm like the happiest I've ever been

All of this was really sealed off with that last declaration.

And nobody in all of Oz No wizard that there is or was Is ever gonna bring me down

I hope you're happy!

Bring me down!

OWOAHWOWOWOOAAAAHHHHHH

It was giving I am gonna survive and have survived so nothing yall can do is gonna kill me... And with Ariana's amazing voice singing Galindas line "I hope your happy" really pierced through everything AAAAAAAAAAA

*starts break dancing*

[anachronistic-falsehood]

WHISKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need ur thoughts & notes on visual appearances for all of the greats!!! what do they all look like out of costume & what r their costumes & vibes like & everything................ wgat would u want to see in art of them etc......... for no particular reason........... kicks clip studio paint under my desk.........

HIIIII HIHIHHIHIIII <3 omgg ok. alright. ok this is gonna get long i am SO SORRY in advance my ass is gonna RAMBLE

STRIDER!!! i have a very clear image in my head of him ok. short king. like 5'2. dark skin, lots of scars from various incidents, keeps his hair in cornrows bc he does not want it to be loose and long bc during his trigger event it was grabbed and pulled a lot while he was getting beat up!!! briefly debated cutting it all off but he did just start growing it out after being made to keep it short in foster homes and he doesn't wanna reset that progress ANYWAY after joining the greats he usually still wears hoodies and jeans, but now he's finally got a little bit of Spending Money so he wears some techwear stuff sometimes, and he might throw on some simple jewelry like thin chain necklaces and the occasional ring or two. no piercings tho, does not want things people could yank out of his skin!!!! the simple jewelry does make him feel like he actually stands out a lil bit more. also V IMPORTANT he finally gets some fucking mobility aids after joining the greats!! he wears a knee brace on his right leg sometimes and he also has one of those sword canes!!! it's got a poignard dagger hidden in it!!! his hero costume is like. fantasy rogue shit. black cloak with a hood, scarf over his lower face, and he wears combat boots EVERYWHERE no he doesn't care if they dont go with his outfit GRAYSON, they're good fucking boots and they're COMFORTABLE dammit!!! may occasionally wear platforms. he likes 2 feel tall

grayson!!! honestly i feel like i'm doing him so dirty w the image of him in my head bc he's a tiefling in canon but here he's just a basic fucking white guy. basic as shit kind of nerdy looking white guy. there's practically nothing to work with in canon for grayson all we know if that he's described as stoic so i'm taking that as hes autistic as hell and doesn't know how to fucking Talk to people. nerdy ass white boy obsessed with medieval shit!!! he's got curly brown hair and has glasses and wears like button ups and shit like that. his costume is a full suit of armor with dragon motifs and he fights with a two sided polearm!!! i have decided tho i would like him 2 have some vaguely inhuman traits??? idk how traits like that work in worm yet tho, like idk if it's a cauldron case 53 specific thing??? i don't think it is but PLS correct me if im wrong!!! i just want him 2 have tiny horns or maybe other small tiefling traits like a tail or something if that is in any way possible without him being a case 53. just as a Nod to what he is in canon bc if i just make him a white boy with no inhuman traits whatsoever i would be like That's Not Grayson who tf is this cracker!!!

RAM MY BELOVED. ok. this guy is straight up jesse mccree. idc that mccree's name has changed i haven't been invested in overwatch in a while but anyway ram just straight up looks like jesse mccree 2 me im SORRY!! like. he is not Muscular like mccree is, he was def skinnier in college and then after joining the greats he put on some weight that he def needed. he's latino, he's from texas, he's got that mccree haircut and scruffy facial hair, he wears cowboy boots and jeans and plaid shirts and OFC a cowboy hat!!! sometimes wears sunglasses when his extreme perception is Too Much for him. he's got a couple tattoos prbably, just random shit he got in college that he thought would look cool, like skulls or knives or some shit. his hero costume is kind of like in canon where he wears a poncho and cowboy hat and all that western shit, but he also wears a bandanna over his lower face. basically when he first joined the greats he was a skinny mexican/texan college kid with Trauma and Depression and a really bad vyncent sol style soul patch and then he got better and turned into a bear <3

min ily!!! she's a halfling in canon and i cannot imagine her as anything but Short As Fuck. like under 5 ft. like 4'6 or somewhere in that range. LITERALLY so fucking tiny!!!! squish her like a bug!!!! i always imagined her in canon with sailor moon ass purple pigtails so i think she's got purple hair. maybe she's the reason virion dyed his idk idk!!!! out of costume she dresses like she shops at claire's tbh. mabel pines but grown up. silly shaped earrings and pants with rhinestones on them and silly graphic tshirts and comfy cardigans!! girl WHAT are you even wearing!!! in costume she is SO different though. she has been underestimated bc of her appearance so she wants to make sure people know she is Not To Be Fucked With. i am so bad at cape costume design so idk exactly what it would look like but im picturing like. black bodysuit with bright blue spiky armor that looks like ice over the vitals, the arms and legs of the bodysuit are cut off to leave them bare because she's transforming her limbs into water and ice in battle more often than not, and her head is wreathed in ice to cover her face and hair. she WILL change her legs into tall ass ice spikes and walk around towering over everyone with her featureless spiky ice head. horrifying thing to see coming at u!!! like slenderman but elsa flavoured

GOD im sorry this is so long. jesus. anyway chungus!!! im changing his name btw his name is gus and chungus was just a shitty mean nickname he was given in school. i CANNOT take his ass seriously with a name like chungus so im changing it. anyway!! u thought ram was a bear??? well chungus is like. a fucking BEAR. ram is like a cub and gus is a Real Bear. Large Hairy Man!!! genuinely fucking huge. tall as hell too. u know hafthor bjornsson?? that fucking guy but fatter and hairier probably. he's like over 6ft. has long hair that he keeps pulled back. sometimes he lets min or virion braid it <3 doesn't rly care about fashion!!! lots of athletic wear!!! in costume he wears a lot of dnd barabarian type shit. always shirtless. wears small pieces of armor like shoulder guards and stuff just for aesthetic reasons but doesn't fucking listen to grayson when grayson's like PLEASE wear some proper armor to protect your vitals shoulder guards aren't gonna do shit!! put on a shirt at least!!! and u know those art pieces of ctechnoblade with the pig skull over his face??? gus wears a skull as his mask!! not sure what kind of skull yet. idk. boar maybe so he's got tusks. sick as hell

points at alphonz. white boy. whitest of white boys you have ever seen. before his trigger event he was like. blond prettyboy. good little catholic boy <3 button ups and khakis and nice shoes. and then he went thru The Horrors!! he let his hair grow out after joining the greats but he doesn't really like. maintain it well. min often brushes it for him bc shes the only one who can get close to him in his super bright super heated breaker state. that's not even important 2 his appearance but its important 2 me that you know that. ANYWAY he puts on some muscle after joining the greats and doing physical training with gus!! also doesn't really care about what he wears anymore so it's a lot of like. wearing whatever someone else has left lying around. strider's graphic tees and gus' huge sweaters and grayson's button ups. likes wrapping himself up in ram's poncho and sleeping on the couch. would wear min's cardigans if they weren't too small to fit him but he does wear her jewelry sometimes. he doesn't really. have much of his own. and doesn't really want to get things of his own because it could all be wiped away in a second if another endbringer attacks. yk. GOD IM SORRY IM RAMBLING JESUS his costume is full paladin armor. elaborate as shit with like a cloak and stuff. grayson had a lot of fun making it for him it was like an art project <3 in his breaker state his entire body looks like it's made of light. glowing like a christmas tree!! and ofc yk he's got wings made of light in his breaker state. that simurgh shit stuck w him!!!

ANYWAY. yeah. tbh they all share clothes a lot. gus can't rly borrow anyone else's clothes bc he's the biggest and this saddens him but to rectify this sometimes the others will purposely buy very oversized stuff to wear as pyjamas so he can steal it and wear it. min can and will steal everyone's shit because she's the smallest. she's got a hoard of sweaters and shirts in her room and she only gives them back when she wants to steal something else. they're family your honour