#its all for fun yolo

[songofstrawhats]

........I want to own this shirt

[listofwhyyouloveher]

This is kind of silly but can I request headcanons for the gang getting their ass smacked by their friend or soon to be s/o please 😋 like let’s say their walking and reader is just staring and then is like ‘yolo’ and just smacks it

Summary: (PLATONICLY) smacking the gang's ass.

Warnings: none (i think?)

Author's Note: this is so very me with my friends

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony is such a little baby about getting teased by his friends. He's whining "stooopp, stoppp" with the biggest pout, the gang makes fun of him soooo hard for this.

I don't see it happening unless you're soo drunk that consequences don't matter to you anymore so you just walk by him and smack his ass SO HARD that he screams.

He gets so shocked, asking if anyone saw that, if anyone would back him up on that but all the gang does is tease him saying like "saw you what? scream like a girl?"

This for sure starts a war, whenever you're at the Curtis's house just doing whatever Pony will try to smack your ass and you literally have to block yourself from him.

The gang is so tired of you acting like little kids but they laugh whenever you get Pony because he's such a sore loser about it.

JOHNNY CADE

Honestly, don't see anyone teasing him a lot. They probably think he's a little sensitive about it and forget that he's a greaser too. He likes you because you're not walking on eggshells around him.

Like Pony though, he SCREAMS when you slap his ass. No one's ever done that to him before and he's jaw dropped. He literally runs circles around Darry trying to chase you.

He will literally never forget and always turn to face you whenever you're around him. It's started a friendly rivalry like Pony but Johnny is significantly better.

He often sneaks up on you and catches you off guard but you return it by sneaking up on him. The gang has bets on who's gonna win once you guys get tired of your game.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop and Steve are literally sooo zesty with eachother. It's just their friendship and stuff but smacking ass is not new to them. Soda just doesn't expect it to be from you.

He turns around jaw dropped like you just stole his lunch money. Dramatically scoffs and just stares at you. When you turn to walk away he's for sure trying to get you back.

He doesn't expect you to be on guard though so he almost trips when you run away before he could get you. He's such a sore loser like his brother so he's always trying to one up you.

While Soda has the strength, you have the agility so it's literally such an entertaining battle to watch. Two Bit laughs at you two sooo hard he thinks its so funny.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve is actually a menace to society. He literally attacks Sodapop and Two-Bit, sometimes even Darry and Dallas. He'll run by and smack Soda's ass soo hard and runs so fast no one can catch him.

Until you did by catching him off-guard. He does the slow turn with his mouth open to dramatically signify his shock. He stares at you for a few seconds to try and catch you off guard and get you back.

He's a force to be reckoned with because he gets you back every single time. You're both crying-laughing by the time your worn out, lying on the couch trying to catch your breath because you'd been running around the house with Steve.

He's a formidable opponent but his weakness is that he forgets that you can and will smack his ass so he'll just be walking around and you'll slap him and lock yourself in a room.

TWO BIT MATHEWS

As much as he hates to admit it, Two-Bit sucks at hand-eye coordination. So he's not very good at the little game Soda and Steve started where they'll just come by, smack his ass and run so he can't catch them.

Of course he has his fair share of wins but he's more of a victim, but he takes it lightly because it's funny to him. He's soo shocked that you got involved though.

He was leaning over the kitchen counter talking to Soda when you walked by, turned to Soda and put a finger to your lips to let him know to not say anything.

You literally comically winded up and smacked his ass so hard Two Bit nearly screamed cause he was so scared. You were holding in your laugh and just ran to the other side of the counter for help from Sodapop.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry is such a sweetheart bro, he's literally such a cutie and he gets bullied for it. Soda and Steve literally violently attack him by smacking his ass and running (they call it drive bys).

He doesn't do much but yell at them, telling them that they better wish that he didn't hit them back. Of course when you do it, its different.

For instance you don't hit as hard and you did it so politely too that Two Bit was on the ground laughing. Darry just kind of stood there, an eyebrow raised.

He gave you a light noogie before sending you on your way only for it to happen AGAIN and he just turns around and crosses his arms and tells you that he won't ever trust you again.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas is a VICTIM of Soda, Steve and Two. That's the only thing he's unhappy to admit. He's not thinking about how to get them back, he's thinking about girls and parties and all of a sudden HE'S GETTING ATTACKED!!!

He's never going to take it lightly, always smacking them over the head for it. One day he just finished chewing out Steve for doing it when he gets hit AGAIN and its YOU.

He's all like, "c'mon, man, another one?" and his new york accent is soo heavy because he's getting frustrated that hes losing. He tells you that if you do that to him he's gonna do that to you.

Now, if you're ever in the street and Dallas comes up behind you he'll smack your ass and you'll smack his as he walks by. This rivalry is much darker than with Pony or Johnny, Dally is always on guard now and so are you. Two jokes that they should put you two in a ring.

[admiral-mason]

The Dragon, the Diver, and the Deep Sea

Abyssrium version 2: electric boogaloo because I forgot that Neuvillette and Freminet existed lmao

Only headcanons here though because I suck ass writing for these two lmao

Also this isn't related to Kokomi's, if anyone wants a part 2 to that then lemme know in the comments

Reader is Gender Neutral

This is normal SAGAU because so far most of what I've been writing is Impostor SAGAU

So you're in Teyvat. As a god with OP abilities. Very fun.

Oh and you liked growing coral and tapping fishes on your phone when you weren't playing Genshin Impact.

As an ocean lover, the first nation you headed to once Teyvat transported you from Earth was Fontaine.

After the introduction and any fancy amenities provided by Furina and the people of Fontaine, you took some time one day to go up to Freminet-

And then you asked him if you and he could just have a little dive together.

...

Good job you've successfully broken and flustered Lyney and Lynette's adopted sibling within your first day on the continent.

Freminet suggested that you undergo training first though, since diving requires particular attention and careful actions to perform safely.

You, however, either had a 'YOLO' mindset or just wanted to see how powerful your abilities truly were because you kinda just...

...decided to bellyflop yourself into the water and freaking the frick out of Freminet.

However, to his surprise, you ascended without worry and told him that aside from your stomach hurting like hell, you could breathe without a breathing apparatus and see without a helmet.

This gave him slight relief but he still wanted to ensure your safety.

He beckoned you to stay close to him as you took in the sights- Romaritime Flowers, seahorses, crabs- organisms from your world reimagined in a more elemental and mystifying world.

...And then the vortex came.

It rapidly pulled you in its hold and prevented you from escaping; you subconsciously screamed for help and found out that you could speak underwater.

Freminet heard you and froze, unsure of the action he should take; then it swallowed him too, and plunged the two of you deep into the water.

...

...Wait, is that...!

At the bottom of the vortex was a familiar rock formation with a smiling face on it.

"OH MY GOD IT'S YOU- HI" you screamed as the (not-so) Lonely Corallite from Abyssrium glanced at you and Freminet and made a :3 face while producing vitality bubbles at a faster pace.

Freminet meanwhile is just confused, but then the fish surrounding the Corallite dragged him out of his daze and swam around him and his suit.

It turns out that the Corallite had apparently made its way to Teyvat too- and found itself lodged at the bottom of Fontaine.

Freminet found himself playing and swimming with a lot of fish. They would give him little nuzzles, circle around him, and beckon him to chase them.

Squids also playfully clung to his helmet, and sea turtles gently let him on their backs.

The sight of a few sharks initially scared him- but his fears changed to bewilderment and eventually admiration as he pet them alongside the fish.

Crabs and lobsters sat on the bottom and gently touched Freminet's hand with their pincers, never once pinching at him.

In the end the fish ended up paying more attention to him than you- that's fine, because right now you would simply sit next to the Corallite for now.

Neuvillette was worried.

He stopped feeling your presence around Fontaine and searched all day for you.

From what information he could gather from people, the last time you were seen was in Romaritime Harbor with Freminet. Other eyewitnesses also claimed that you had apparently haphazardly jumped into the water with the diver jumping in afterward.

The hydro dragon wasted no time and jumped right into Romaritime Harbor.

He swam around in an attempt to find any traces of you- then he got stuck in a water vortex he couldn't escape from.

Somehow though, the further he got dragged down, the more he felt your presence, and the less he felt like he had to hold his breath.

(A/N: Apparently Neuvillette can drown, if anyone finds this wrong lemme know in the comments)

Eventually, the vortex led him to you and Freminet spending time with the Corallite and playing with the fish and other aquatic animals coated in a relatively simple appearance compared to Teyvat's color.

The fact that these animals simply coexist with each other with no regard for predator or prey fascinated him. Perhaps he should stick around...

...He ended up doting on and playing with a singular otter.

Taglist: @floofeh-purpi, @bl1pbl0p, @bunniotomia, @valeriele3

[wooziorgans]

hey, handsome! what about something with seungkwan and etl or frenemies with benefits?? i can see a lot of teasing and rage sex... honestly, i would love to be bratty with kwan, to push his buttons and make him put me in my place... if he's bad, i'd be worse :) what r your thoughts?? thank you in advance <3

— brag about it

oh lord i have never written for seungkwan or anyone besides uji rlly so uh. i hope this is okay. this was a nice break from all the other stuff im writing. i don’t think i can truly write mean dom anyone without like the softest aftercare ever so. I hope this is an okay response. this is blond seungkwan suggested but I don’t rlly describe him that much but just imagine he’s blond.

warnings: seungkwan is sooo mean ugh. ass slapping. pussy slapping. orgasm denial (reader). reader called seungkwan gay n it pissed him off (in good fun, not a derogatory way). rough sex. unprotected sex. cream pie. choking (kinda). kinda big dick seungkwan. dom-ish kwan. hair pulling. rough messy blow jobs. gagging. crying during sex from pleasure. crying after sex (from emotions). etl kinda w a very open ending. not that much aftercare but yolo.

“Quit running you fucking mouth.” Seungkwan hisses, his grip on your wrist tight as he pulls you into his bedroom. He doesn’t spare you a single glance as he pushes you down onto his bed. You squeak softly, laughing in his face at his obvious anger towards you.

“I’m not wrong, am I though? You are kind of gay for Hansol.” You smirk, biting at you bottom lip as Seungkwan pulls his shirt over his head. He scoffs in disbelief, flipping you over on your stomach. His hand cracks down on your ass over the tight fabric of your jeans.

You gasp softly before it turns into a long, deeply satisfied moan. Seungkwan just scoffs, lifting your hips off the bed and pulling your jeans down over your ass. He rubs the soft skin with an unnatural tenderness. You turn your head to look at him, but another sharp crack halts the movement of your neck halfway.

“Gay? Yeah, sure. We’ll see about that one, sweetheart.” He scoffs in disbelief. Seungkwan’s hand dips down into your underwear, fingers sliding over the tight muscle of your asshole before they dip down towards your entrance. “God, you’re fucking soaked. Embarrassing.” He laughs at you, tone so sharp it elicits another moan in response.

You push your hips back against Seungkwan’s palm for more friction but he pulls his hand away. You whine softly. All he does is pull your jeans and underwear down further in one go, not quite off of you. You kick them off the rest of the way.

Seungkwan pops the button on his pants, pulling his cock out of its constraints and moving to stand closer to the headboard. “Why don’t we put your big fucking mouth to good use for once, hm?” He sneers, grabbing a fist full of your hair to pull your head up.

You bite your lip to silence a moan. Seungkwan catches you in the act, laughing softly in disbelief as his other hand grabs a hold of your face. His thumb pushes past your lips, against your teeth to force your mouth open, not like it’s much of a fight to begin with. You roll over onto your side, hands grabbing at the belt loops of his pants to pull him closer.

The hand in your hair lets go as he uses it to guide the tip of his cock to your lips. You open your mouth to say something, to tease him, but before you get the chance, his cock is already half way inside your mouth. Seungkwan bucks his hips forwards, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. His hands find your hair again, holding you down as your throat spasms around his tip.

“Not so smart now, are we?” He hisses, a satisfied groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back. He thrusts into your mouth, making you gag softly as tears start to fill your eyes. Seungkwan pouts at you mockingly. “What? Can’t take my cock in your mouth today? Is it too much for you?” He coos, tone so soft it’s almost tender and genuine, but there’s an edge to his voice that tells you he’s not sincere at all.

You nod the best you can with the restriction of your neck, sputtering softly around his cock. Spit drips from your bottom lip onto the sheets of Seungkwan’s bed. He tisks softly, slowly fucking your throat as he contemplates scolding you for making such a mess. You know he won’t though, because if there’s one thing you know about Seungkwan and this weird not-quite-friends-yet-also-not-exactly-civil thing you two have going on, is that there’s nothing he loves more than a messy blowjob.

Instead of scolding you, Seungkwan just forces your head down further on his cock, triggering your gag reflex. Instead of his normal course of action where he’d make you gag and then give you the grace of letting you breathe at least a little bit, he keeps his cock down your throat until you gag so violently he’s worried you might throw up if he keeps you there.

Seungkwan pulls his cock out of your mouth entirely. You whine, gasping for air and blinking away the tears in your eyes. He just laughs at you, climbing onto his bed. “On your back.” Not bothering to take off his pants, he pushes them down to his knees. You roll over, struggling to pull your shirt over your head, but Seungkwan just looks at you with this deadpan stare and you stop fighting with the piece of clothing entirely.

“It’s not so hard to listen to me, is it?” Seungkwan pushes, settling in between your legs.

“You didn’t give me any directions.” You push back, spreading your legs farther apart. Seungkwan pushes your legs apart, delivering a taut slap directly against your pussy. Your hips lift off the bed ever so slightly, and Seungkwan is quick to force you back down.

“Y’know, I really wanted to take my time and prep you properly today, but you’re really pissing me off.” He bites, hand pressed into your thigh.

“Enlighten me, Kwannie. It’s not like I need the prep anyway.” You laugh softly, wiggling your hips against the mattress.

“Hm? ‘Cause you’re that much of a slut that gagging on my dick has you soaked?” He asks, one hand wrapped lazily around his cock, coating it in your spit.

“Nah, ‘cause you’re hardly anything to brag about.” You bite, tone almost bitter. You need him now.

Much to your liking, Seungkwan pushes himself all the way in, filling you to the brim with his cock in one quick movement. You don’t even see it coming until he’s filling you completely. You gasp softly, the stretch of his cock very clear with the way your thighs shake softly as you adjust. You always need prep with Seungkwan. This is the one time you scold yourself internally for running your mouth around him.

“Not much to brag about huh? You can hardly take me, even with how wet you are.” He laughs, giving you a few seconds to settle into the feeling of his cock almost splitting you in half. Seungkwan pulls out a bit, before he thrusts back in, hard and deep. You gasp softly, tears resurfacing in your eyes at the pace he sets.

It’s hard and fast; he’s ruthless. Seungkwan leans over you, hand delicately wrapping around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t make any effort to choke you quite yet. All he does is lean down and kiss you. It’s hungry, all teeth and spit and tongue. It would be too messy for him in normal circumstances, but nothing about this is normal.

His cock jack hammers against that spot inside of you, forcing the air out of your lungs as you let out a long, unsteady moan. It’s then that Seungkwan takes his chance to tighten his grip on your neck, fingers digging into the sides to create a pressure so good it has you seeing stars in seconds.

In no time, you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. You mumble out a warning to Seungkwan, not even fully aware of what you’re saying yourself.

Just like that, the tightness is gone. Seungkwan releases his grip on your throat and pulls out of you completely. “No, no, no, fuck!” You whine, the tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks. “I was so close, you fucking asshole.” You hiss, but there’s no real malice behind any of it. You’re too fucked out to mean it. Seungkwan laughs at you, and it starts to infuriate you.

“You don’t get to cum yet. I don’t think you’ve really learned your lesson quite yet.” His eyes narrow, obviously displeased with the way you’re speaking to him. Before you have time to fight him on the subject, he slides back in, tip kissing your cervix softly.

He goes back to his brutal pace immediately, spares choking you for now as he watches the way your expression changes from slight anger to being immediately fucked out. He lifts one of your ankles over his shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper. You babble incoherently in between moans that sound straight out of a shitty 90s’ porno. Seungkwan bites his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning in response to you.

“You gonna stop being such a pain in my ass all the time?” Seungkwan asks, hand gripping your thigh. You grab at the material of your shirt, pulling it up your torso. You nod, unable to form coherent words. “Answer me with words.” He snaps his hips harder, just to make the task that much more difficult.

“Y-yes, fuck.” You whine, voice hardly above a whisper.

“You gonna start behaving in front of my friends?” He asks. As you start to speak again, he delivers another slap to your clit, though he keeps his hand there, rubbing tight circles over the swollen bud.

“Mm, fuck, yeah.” You gasp.

“What was that? I didn’t hear a yes.” His thumb flicks over the nerve, making your whole body jerk.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I’ll behave.” You mewl, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Good.” Is all he offers, cock hammering into you, nudging the spot inside of you with such force your thighs start to shake, threatening to close from their spread state.

“Close.” You manage to get out in one solid syllable. The hand on your thigh moves back to your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to make every other sense heightened.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Seungkwan nearly purrs. Just like that, the building pressure overflows so suddenly that your whole body thrashes with the force of your orgasm. You tighten impossibly around him, sucking his cock in and making it impossible for him to move. Your cum coats his cock, and that’s all he needs.

Seungkwan cums inside of you, a stifled groan against your neck as his pillowy lips mouth at the skin there. He drops his weight on top of you, exhaling deeply as the last of his cum fills you up.

Nothing but the sound of laboured breathing fills his bedroom as the two of you come down from your highs. And then, quietly, a small sniff. Seungkwan almost misses it, misses the way your hands hesitate to find their spot in his hair, or the wetness on your cheeks that wasn’t there before.

Still deep in his post orgasm bliss, he can hardly pay attention to you, but there’s just enough clarity that he notices how stiff your body is, and then a few seconds later, he registers the fact that you’re crying. Seungkwan pushes himself off of you, quickly pulling his boxers back over his softening cock and kicking his pants off. Wordlessly, he lays down beside you, pulling your head to his chest as he carefully strokes your hair.

“Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?” He asks carefully, scared to shatter your resolve completely.

“Do you actually think I’m a slut? Or that I’m annoying?” You ask, voice shaky and quiet, hardly above a whisper.

“What? Did I say that?” You nod, a shaky hand attempting to wipe at your tears. “No, of course not. It was just a heat of the moment thing, Y/N.” He stops himself from adding more to that statement, suddenly aware of just how harsh he can be. Seungkwan’s hand carefully strokes your hair.

“���Kay.” You mutter softly, breaths getting deeper as you start to give into your fatigue.

“I’ll lay off on the degradation. I guess we need to sit down and talk about this.” Seungkwan sighs softly, suddenly feeling guilty. He knows you love it when he’s mean, but maybe the personal attacks are too much.

“Later, ‘m sleepy.” You mumble. Seungkwan kisses the top of your head, eyes staring blankly at his wall.

“Later, then.” He agrees quietly. You crane your neck up to look at him through half lidded eyes. Seungkwan doesn’t even think about it, he just leans down and kisses you.

It’s so incredibly tender and soft, the way his hand finds your jaw and strokes it softly with his thumb. You’re not together, and maybe the tears that slip down your cheeks at the simple action of a tender kiss is enough of a sign that you should put a stop to whatever this is between you and Seungkwan. Later, though, as you both said.

Seungkwan feels the salt of your tears on his lips, and he pulls away from the kiss to hold you. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Shh, I’ve got you.” He coos, fingers tangling in your hair, and you get this gut feeling that it’s all fine.

Maybe Boo Seungkwan is something to brag about.

[bellewintersroe]

Lance Stroll x HornerDaughter! BFF Smut.

Ok this is loosely based of an audio linked by @2-fast-2-curious because she’s doing gods work out here with her F1 audio masterlist, I’m not sure if I should link the actual audio I don’t wanna steal anything, but anyway here’s some Lance smut so 18+. warning: explicit content, intoxication, funny drunken arguments, masturbation, unprotected sex, unexpected sex, creampie, oral, admission of feelings? probs not a warning but yolo. I LOVE writing as reader being Horner’s daughter it’s just fun ok. Reader and Lance are besties and have been for a while but they reunite and something clicks between them, anyway enjoy…

Partying it up in Monaco was probably the pinnacle of my life. Nothing could get better than being 22 and dancing on a yacht with all of your closest friends. Promiscuous Girl was blaring through the speakers as the yacht began its way back to dock in the harbour. It was a Saturday night and the expensive town of Monte Carlo was bustling. Vibrant nights exploded through the night sky and vibrations of all kinds of music spread through my body.

“Should you be up there?!” Lance asked, one of my closest friends as he stared up to me on the back of the drivers platform. “No.” I giggled, “c’mon, let’s get you down.” He held his hands out, helping me down off the side. “We’re going back to Jaspers, are you coming?” He questioned as I jumped, a little uneasy on my feet as the boat rocked slightly.

“We’re going back to Jaspers? And not a club?!” I almost burst out laughing, out of everywhere to choose from we were going back to a house party- equivalent to afters? “Yeah, I don’t know why.” Lance shook his head, watching me for a second before scanning around the boat. When he turned away I stole a glimpse before mimicking his action of watching all our friend. The good majority of us had known each other for a good 10+ years, now we were all back in Monaco to celebrate nothing particular, it felt like a school reunion. “Aren’t you glad to be back with everyone?” I then nudged the Canadian who I’d known since being a child. “Yeah, it’s kinda weird. Everything feels normal again.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean…” I faintly muttered, gazing into the distance. “You’re so corny, you know!” I then teased, jabbing his side. “Hey, you asked!” He playfully knocked me back as we engaged in a gentle scuffle. “You’re the one person I hoped wasn’t coming to this party!” He joked as I gasped, “and you’re the one person I want to push overboard!” With a gentle shove back, Lance giggled cheekily, holding my arms still.

“Get your dirty hands off me. I don’t know where they’ve been.” I teased, firmly crossing my arms across my chest. “You don’t even wanna know, miss Horner.”

“You’re right, I don’t… I’m gonna go get a drink before we dock, you coming?” “Sure…”

Soon enough we docked, and the main bulk of us went to Jasper’s house. I mainly lingered around my closest girls, piling into the bathroom, sitting in the bathtub, having deep conversations in the tub one minute and then dancing the next. It was just like how it felt when we were all 16. I’d always eagerly tried to recreate my teenage years, missing the freedom and carefree attitude I always had, so the whole nice was like a free cure for any of my problems. At one point, Jasper and Kiran, butted heads. They were way too drunk, and you just know when their shirts off and their ego’s were inflated, there’d be trouble. “Nah bro, you’re still the same as school.” Jasper waved him off, Kiran frowning, squint growing as he got progressively more angry. Kiran and Jasper went to the same international school in the south of France, they always fought. They’d fight over girls, alcohol, cars, money, and when there was nothing to fight over they’d fight over nothing.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The Italian responded as a few of us gathered, waiting for the entertainment to start. “You’re still a prick mate, you act like a fucking 16 year old.” “Oh, here we go…” Somebody muttered from besides me, I glanced up to see Lance and a smile grew. “What are they fighting over now?”

“Erm, something to do with shoes and alcohol bottles, I don’t even know.” I waved it off. “Nice.” Lance, along with about six more of us stood and watched the argument progress until the men were almost head butting one another.

“Maybe I should stop this now…” Lance comically sighed. “Or maybe I should wait for it to get physical.” Within seconds it got physical. “Oh shit.” Lance flew forwards and others attempted to break up the fight. It was comical, drunken fights always were so dramatic, it made me laugh. I stood there and laughed out loud, I must’ve looked so unhelpful but when masculine men got all fragile and crazy it was funny. The fight caused the party to end, probably at the right time, many people were staying there, but with my family’s house nearby, I thought it would be best just to head back. “Oh you’re leaving?!” My friend Molly exclaimed.

“I’m going to bed.” I yawned, my sobriety taking over and exhausting me. “What? You’re not staying over here?!” She exclaimed. “I was gonna go to my bed.” I was then met with a chorus of complaints pleading me to stay as it would be ‘just like old times’. What I didn’t expect was to be stuffed on a sheet on the floor in a room where the air-con was blasting me to death. I was in my underwear and one of Jasper’s shirts, trying to bunch up as much blanket as possible but Naomi, who I slept besides, rolled over and took them all. After an hour or so the sleep wouldn’t come, so I excused myself (silently) and just stood in the hallway shuddering slightly. I suppose it wasn’t too late to go home, it was nearing 4:30AM and sleep would be non existent, unless I found somebody who actually had a bed to themselves. I turned lightly seeing the door to Lance’s room on the bottom floor open, swiftly I patted down the stairs with a quiet giggle knowing I could bug him enough to sleep in the bed. We used to share all the time when we were younger, so to me it wasn’t such a big deal.

Creeping in, I nudged open the door to see Lance’s face lit up with the reflection of his face. “Hey..” he whispered, a smile growing as he dropped his phone to one side. “Can I come in?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure. Shut the door behind you.” He pushed himself up a little to reveal he was shirtless. Again, no big deal, right? I giggled, closing the door behind me as he patted the bed besides him. “Couldn’t sleep?” He questioned. “No, I was on the floor and Naomi was hogging the covers.” I tucked my legs up under me on the bed, facing him directly. “Unlucky. You cold? Come get under.” The Canadian hushed, budging up as I felt the relief of slipping under the blankets, warm from where he’d been laying.

“Why’re you awake?” I then questioned pulling them all the way up over my shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep. Hey, this is like old times again isn’t it?” He nudged softly, the warm of his arm brushing against the cool of mine with a hiss. “You’re so cold, c’mere.” He wrapped his arm around me, sinking down into the sheets as we borderline cuddled. “Now it’s like old times.” I pointed out as he giggled again. “Oh yeah? We used to do this a lot, didn’t we?” Expect now it felt different. Lance and I were no longer awkward and frigid 16 year olds, he had muscles, I had boobs, there was extra parts pushing against extra parts and it made me feel… different.

“I know, back when we were both frigid.” I whispered knocking into his chest which my arm laid across. Lance let out a laugh a little too loud in return. “We both were weren’t we..” He then sighed as I let out a giggle before a comfortable silence took over us. “This bed is so much comfier.” I muttered, staring into the darkness of the bedroom. Truthfully, there was something a lot more intimate about sharing a bed with Lance all these years later. “You’re a lot comfier than you used to be.” I nuzzled up, my chest pressing up against his side. “Me? Really, why?” “Muscles.” I squeezed at his bicep playfully as he swatted me away when the action must’ve been ticklish. “Yeah well, you’ve got tits now, didn’t you used to be like a waterboard?!” He fired back playfully as I choked out a gasp, attempting to push at him but his hands grasped mine.

“I had small ones, thank you very much!” Lance laughed at my response. “Oh, what the fuck.” He quickly spoke, arm falling back around me and resting softly on my upper back. “What?” I giggled, pushing up. Our faces were super close and for the first time in forever I felt something spark up inside of me. Lance’s smile softened as his eyes roamed over my face before down to my chest.

“Who’s shirt is that?” “My boyfriends.” I lied as Lance shifted quickly. “I’m kidding. It’s Jaspers!” My eyes widened. “Oh.” There was an evident relief on his face and in that moment I felt my knee knock against his leg. “I had no shirt to sleep in, but it’s kinda… uncomfortable.” The shirt was scratchy, it was drowning me and I most definitely couldn’t sleep in it. “Why don’t you take it off?” Lance glanced up and down to my propped up state. His words were quick and I could see the slight worry that twitched in his eye after he answered. “Take it off? Now?” My breath was hitched as the two of us stared back to each other.

“Yeah…” Lance didn’t break eye contact as my lips stretched out into a grin at his seriousness. “What? Shut the fuck up, I’m being serious.” He joked as I smirked down, fiddling with the hem of it.

“But I’m not wearing anything under…” “Oh you’re not?” Lance seemed on edge, eyes constantly dropping down. The peaks of my nipples were pressed up against the fabric and if he looked close I swore he could see the outline of my piercings.

“No…” I whispered gently as his free hand slid forwards, fiddling with the end of my shirt. It seemed to happen in an instant that my top was off and my breasts were exposed. I giggled, covering them slightly as I laid back, Lance propped to the side of me. “Don’t go all shy!” He chuckled. “I’m not, I’m not.” I pushed them together slightly, feeling Lances eyes fixated on them. I knew I was getting turned on, I wondered if he felt the same? There was an undeniable tension between us and I was shocked that we’d actually crossed the barrier of being ‘just friends’. “You’ve got really good tits.” His voice lowered, as I scanned over his body. “Your turn.” Except the only thing he was wearing was his underwear. With a smile, Lance pushed his hands under the hem of his Calvin Kleins, freeing himself but he was hidden under the duvet. “What’re we doing right now?” He quickly laughed to himself as I giggled, arching my back slightly. “Is this weird?” He then muttered, hand disappearing under the covers. “I don’t know, is it?”

“No… what’d you- uh, want me to do?” Lance quietly asked, almost shyly. “I don’t want you to do anything.” I teased, giggling as I glanced down. “You just said take them off!” By the looks of it they were already half off. “I know!” “Fuck it… now I’m fully naked and you’re not!” He pointed out. “You want me to take my underwear off?” My heart was beating rapidly as I laid against the pillow, gazing up to him. His hand brushed against my naked waist, resulting in me swallowing harshly.

“Yeah, I want you to..” his voice was so gentle I barely heard it. I looked down, my hands sliding under the band of my thongs feeling his hand meeting mine and pushing them off, exposing me completely. I felt the blood rush to my core as I squeezed my legs together, looking back up to him with a smile.

“What do you wanna do now?” I lightly asked. “I dunno- you wanna kiss me?” To this I burst out laughing. “Fine! We won’t kiss!” He chuckled, placing a hand on my stomach.

“Wouldn’t that make it weird?” I dumbly asked, becoming lost at the sensation of his large hand sprawled across my stomach and hip bone. “What and this wouldn’t?” He muttered, fingers grazing over my skin as I inhaled deeply.

“No.” I swallowed, glancing down to where Lance’s hand had slipped off me and onto himself. “What’re you having a wank or something?” I teased. “No, I’m just… I’m fucking hard.” He admitted as I felt a blush rise on my face.

“Why?”

“Why? Cos you’re naked and fucking hot as fuck right now.” He spoke as I smiled, “you wanna touch yourself?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Lance borderline whined as I felt his movements begin under the covers. I bit down on my finger, giggling deviously as butterflies erupted in my lower stomach. I didn’t think I’d been this turned on in a long long time- and it was over one of my lifelong friends? I always knew Lance was hot, but not this hot.

“Touch yourself as well, it’s only fair.” He panted out a laugh as my fingers slipped down. The minute I made contact with my clit I felt relief, applying pressure to my throbbing pussy. “Fuck.” Lance uttered, mesmerised as his eyes wandered over me, his jaw slightly hung slack as he jittered as his hand moved a little quicker.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” I snickered, hearing him hum out a laugh. “Can I touch you?” He then questioned, making me slightly nervous. “Yeah.” God, I wanted him to, the room felt red hot with tension. Lance’s hand slid over my tits, giving them a squeeze slightly before moving down to my pussy. He didn’t waste anytime, I was getting wetter by the second, and when his fingers touched me I let out a soft gasp at the sensation. My best friend was touching me so intimately, the more I watched him, the more shocked I was, it felt fucking great, the adrenaline was pumping inside of me and I felt desperate for Lance. I was trying to keep quiet, and also keep my composure, but Lance was too fucking good at this. “I need to taste you, fuck.” He shifted, sliding to the end of the bed as I covered my mouth with my arm, choking out a moan.

Lance was like a fucking god as he ate me out. His mouth was so warm against my pussy and he physically moaned as he licked and sucked over my clit. “Fuck- I can’t believe you’re so good at this.”

“Yeah… you wanna return the favour?” He teased. “Yeah.” I seriously whined. “Yeah?” He kissed my upper pubic bone as I lifted my head, nodding with a gentle breath. Lance switched our positions around, scraping my hair back gently as I smiled, shyly moving forwards.

“Is this weird?” I asked, his cock literally in my hand. “No.” He seemed tense. “Just go slow or I might bust too quick.”

“Really?” I slowly tugged on his member, teasing over the smooth skin as he let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, don’t laugh.” He nudged my shoulder as I giggled, moving down and wrapping my lips around his cock. Hearing Lance moan as I pleasured him with my mouth was something I never expected. It felt so dirty and raunchy, it turned me on even more. The way his arms trembled as he gripped the bed sheets, sliding his fingers through my hair, or when he pleaded for me to slow down.

“Fuck, don’t cum!” I laughed, swiping my thumb against the corner of my mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that, oh my god���” he sounded so turned on, his voice was low and sultry, pulling me by the arms on top of him. “I wanna fuck you, can I fuck you?” He was wide eyes, scanning over my own.

“Yeah.” I was breathless, reaching for his cock as I eased it inside myself, the two of us letting out a sigh in pleasure. It had been so long since anybody had fucked me, and the fact it was Lance made everything feel 10x better.

“Oh my god.” I moaned as I bounced ontop of him. “Oh fuck, baby, bounce on my cock, like that.”

“Lance.” I whined in response as he hummed, holding onto either side of my hips. “You feel so good.” His head tipped back with a moan as I lifted my hips, bouncing on my knees on top of his cock.

“So do you.” I panted, the sound of our skin slapping and the bed creaking filling the room. We continued like that for a few more minutes, Lance pulled me down, our faces inches apart as he fucked into me. “Fuck, I’ve needed this so bad.” He groaned, his hips slapping into mine as I let out an open mouthed moan, his hand sliding up the back of my head.

“Kiss me, fuck y/n, kiss me.” Lance begged as I pressed my lips against his firmly. It felt so good, the kiss was so heated and desperate, it spurred the sex on further.

“Fuck, my legs.” I groaned, “lazy.” Lance teased as I scoffed. “Shut up or I’ll stop.” He smirked, flipping us around as the bed creaked under out movements. There was movement outside the other room, footsteps drawing closer and moving past the room as Lance and I stared back to each other in amusement. “Sh, sh, sh.” He hushed, looking towards the door. I giggled, bucking my hips up playfully.

“They’re going to the bathroom.” He whispered, turning down and laughing, purposefully pinning his hips up against mine to the bed. The movements started again, slowly. I could hear whoever was in the toilet flushing the toilet and the run of the tap, until we heard the bedroom door close again it was a mission to stay quiet. “Fuck me properly now, fuck me.” I pleaded with Lance, wrapping my arms over his shoulder as he spread my legs wider, beginning to thrust into me once again. Our quiet moans filled the room, his cock pushed up deep inside of me as his balls slapped against my skin.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this, oh my god.” He laughed as I giggled, pulling him in for another kiss. “I wanted you for so long.” He admitted as I let out another moan, muffling it with another kiss. “Fuck me, fuck me.” The sex continued, in doggy, spooning, back in missionary, it felt like we were at it for ages.

“Can you cum like this?” Lance questioned, voice on edge as he held me close. “Not like this.” I admitted, he didn’t hesitate to move down and pleasure me with his mouth again.

It didn’t take long before he was pushing me over the edge, giving me the first ever orgasm from oral ever. I felt like I was in bliss, and after a few more thrusts inside of me, Lance was jerking himself over my stomach and tits, spilling his cum with a bitten back groan.

“Fuck, fuck.” The Canadian man tossed his head back, falling forwards on top of me, kissing me deeply as I hummed against his lips, scraping my hand through his messy hair. “You were so fucking good.” I cooed as he let out a husky hum, continuing to keep his lips against mine.

“So were you. Fuck, I’ve been in love with you for so long…” his words startled me, a warmth spreading through me as I gasped out. “Have you?” He pushed up on top of me, lingering there as he nodded shyly.

“I think- I think I love you too…”

[hairscare]

ok seeing as my blog is called hairscare i feel i should show you how my hair turned out. so i was forced to have blunt bangs in my childhood and i hated them so much bc even at like 8 years old i knew i wanted to be goth. when i was around maybe 12 i finally was allowed to cut my hair and grow out my bangs and from there started the transgender nightmare of haircuts i went through. so many bad haircuts... anyways now that ive learned to embrace my femininity in my own special goth agender way ive finally taken it upon myself to have a decent hairstyle. ive been growing out my hair for idk maybe like 2 years now? maybe less? idk the last time i cut it honestly but i finally decided to cut my bangs bc even though they were pretty they also tended to kind of fall limply onto the side of my head if my hair wasnt washed which i didnt like the look of. so bangs time yayyy

heres how long my bangs were before i cut them... its sad to lose all of that hair but refreshing too

then heres me with my freshly cut bangs, my hair was pretty straight since it wasnt washed and i looked very yolo epic swag

with time and gravity they fell into an april ludgate look which i thought was fun. then i took a shower this morning. after i shower i keep my hair up wet in a towel for at least an hour and wait as long as possible to brush it because it makes it look better. but when i took my hair out of the towel...

um so yeah it was a lot. i didnt really expect my bangs to fluff up like the rest of my hair but it totally did. i went and brushed it though and after a while of trying to figure out how the hair worked...

i finally got it to look good! now i dont have to hear that i look like onision anymore. i do definitely still look like mick jagger but whatever i stay slaying

[littleststarfighter]

Frerard fic recs part 3

More Frerard fic recs from stories I've been reading. Part one can be found here and part two is here

Take the Pieces and Build Them Skywards by quarterturn

Gerard's not happy with his life, but that doesn't mean he's particularly thrilled when he wakes up dead. To add insult to injury, he finds out that instead of crossing over, he's been chosen to join the ranks of the grim reapers. Things get more complicated when he falls for one of the living, a waiter named Frank Iero. And just when everything finally seems to be falling into place, Frank's name shows up on the list of souls to be reaped. Loosely based on the TV show Dead Like Me.

With Dripping Wings, Heavy Things Won't Fly by silver_etoile

Gerard is in more than a mess when he is kicked out of Heaven, and the demon tracking him is certainly not helping him. Frank has a plan, though, and he needs the fallen angel for it to work. This is what happens when Heaven and Hell collide.

Shadowplay by theoretically_yours [WIP] Malimore is a small town in Southern California where ghosts are as common as any other household pest and vampires come out to steal the souls of humans at midnight. Frank Iero is a young paranormal investigator whose interest in the supernatural began after the bizarre and untimely death of his parents. One day, when he and his partner take on a particularly gruesome case, all hell breaks loose with Frank caught at the very center. This is the story of how it all happened.

Crossed out by Haze ♥

There are three principles behind what They do. One: certain events must happen. Two: they must happen in the correct order. Three: they must happen at the correct points in their respective timelines. When one of these criteria is not met, the timeline requires repair.

Frank was just supposed to get Gerard on the damn ferry that September 11th, and go home.

But sometimes the universe has its own ideas.

A Modern History of Witchcraft in New Jersey by Lllookalive 

In which Frank, unassuming sound design student and part-time Staples employee, discovers that "YOLO" doesn't really apply to him, that demons are really good at contracts, and that his immortal ex-witch boyfriend isn't great at reading fine print. Also he dies a few times. It's cool, he comes back.

Fate don't make mistakes by cedarbranch 

After meeting the wrong end of a blade, Gerard wakes up in a mysterious realm called the Under. He's surrounded by demons who all seem to think he's something special, but none of them will answer his questions. They reveal nothing except the fact that he died too soon. The only person willing to help is Frank, his self-appointed guide, who swears he can bring Gerard home. He escorts Gerard across the Under, and together they confront enemies, unexpected feelings, and secrets of the darkest kind.

In the end, all it takes is one misplaced soul to bring worlds crashing down.

A series of hauntings by anonymous

Gerard lives in a lighthouse by Dead Man's Point. He spends his time talking to the seagulls, and painting his prophetic visions.

He's seen his fair share of strange things, but when Frank Iero jumps off the cliff's edge, Gerard will do anything just to bring him back.

Anything.

Six degrees of Frank by stoplightglow

Gerard Way doesn't get out much. He's fine with that, honestly. Mikey says there's more to life than school and watching TV in the basement, but Gerard's comfortable; he'll have fun in college. Until then, he's just going to keep his head down and wait to get the hell out of Belleville.

Well, that's the plan, at least. Then he meets Frank Iero.

A love letter to growing up and the people who get us through it.

Fall fast and hard by stumphclub

Bullets-Revenge era. Frank and G falling in love, touring, making questionable decisions (as usual). Battling addictions and growing together. Messy and ugly, but they have their soft moments.

Goth gothic series  by lllookalive

Join us this Halloween for Shiver's first-ever livestreaming event!

Follow two teams of renowned paranormal investigators as they spend the night in one of the most haunted buildings in America, braving a curse that has been claiming souls for more than a century. The team to make it through the night with the strongest evidence of ghostly activity will walk away with bragging rights, a lifetime of notoriety, and a cash prize of $500,000!

Grab your popcorn, strap on that proton pack, and settle in for a wild night to find out who will emerge triumphant, and who will fall victim to the insatiable appetite of the restless dead.

a constant record of disillusion by  drapnel 

He forgot about the beer in his hand. He forgot that he needed to go check the frayed leads on his own guitar before he went on. He forgot about the exam on Tuesday he hadn’t studied for and the show flyers he needed to photocopy at work the next day and all of fucking Jersey. 

In that moment, though drunk and sloppy and barely intelligible through the awful mix, Frank knew he was watching the birth of an immortal.

Frank agrees to help find Mikey Way's new band its first show.

(Pre-Bullets to post-Summer Sonic '04.)

Wips but worth the read

Jinx removing by maslugosi

After a tragic loss, Gerard must return to the place where it happened. The prestigious boarding school, full of secrets and mysteries, lies within the small town of Wormwood Hollow. Plagued by ghostly visions, he and his friends are led down a trail of clues to solve the mysterious murder that took place the year before. Meanwhile, the enigmatic new transfer student draws Gerard's attention and intrigue, pulling him deeper into the school's morbid past.

100 names by grey14

It’s 2005, the Grim Reaper has taken up residency in New Jersey and one high school kid’s causing him a real pain in the ass, going by the largely unpronounceable name of Frank Iero. Frank Iero has been able to tell when people are going to die for as long as he can remember. He’s also hated Gerard Way for as long as he can remember, who happens to be one of the few people whose death dates he doesn't know. The hatred is very much mutual. Well, for now, at least.

There is something wrong with our roommate by seawhore (saints_for_girls)

Gerard moves to Vermont to study, only to find that only one of his two roommates seems to live in their shared apartment. And when he gets curious, he enters a world he had never expected to find in such a small town.

Californiacation by padfoot_001 On FicWad so have to be logged in to read.

Frank can't play guitar anymore, Frank doesn't give a shit anymore, Frank can't have Gerard anymore and it's killing him. When My Chemical Romance breaks up, when Leathermouth can't take him anymore.

[ttheagcd]

- cue golden girls theme song -

you know these past few months on here have been so ugh and blah as something happened to me and a few friends that killed the fucking vibe for us. slowly but surely people’s true colors came out and i never spoke about it but some people know from experiencing it. now we’re all starting to feel like we used to before which leads me to this post bc thanksgiving and whatnot. in the mood to give thanks to you because you’re the reason I get to keep writing alex / buck / my multi.

okay so i love you all for putting up with my ass, my laziness and alex’s too because i know he is not easy to deal with:

@epihlogue & @loveindomitable / @twistedgrace / @pcrfidia & @firepiloted & @gonnabuck / @athl3tes / @shadowbrn / @forrkeeps / @gldngrrls / @leschanceux / @cfthesoul / @billyktothemax / @mecwmellc / @snnydcys — been loving you from afar so yolo you get a mention too / @dalphahale / @westwingsolo

to my mutuals who are my mutuals and nothing more: keep kicking ass. we are lowkey admiring and loving you from afar and love seeing you do your shit.

i gotta give these following people a little specific shout out because without them, i would not still be here on this blog today.

@gccdgraces — ceejay you fucking phenomenal human being you. we’ve gotten so much more closer in the past few months and tbh having you as the one to help me deal this shit with was a saving grace. you’re not only a fucking amazing writer but also a fucking amazing human being. thank you for everything. love crying over all our babies and our bookish obsession. stay cool. never change and keep being that fabulous bitch you are.

@hstoryhuh / @soulwaned — oh my dear britt britt 😉 my homie. my little partner in crime. i fucking adore you and your dogs, precious babies 🥺 thank you for everything. for the laughs, for the crying in the feels, for talking about giving me all the things and then we just vibe along. i love everything we’ve done and will keep doing.

@ssolessurvivor — oh saturn, let’s start at the beginning yeah? idk how you came across my blog but thank you for it because holy shit look at us now. a billion and one au’s with our boys and they keep on coming 😂 thank you for liking and trusting me enough to deep dive into logan and his past. not all oc’s have a defined background and information, the majority do but some don’t and that’s where things get hazy and it is so fucking hard to write with an oc when there’s barely any info for anyone to learn about but you cover any and every inch of logan’s past and future. but also thanks for letting me throw anyone at him lmao it’s been fun as hell.

@thcrealheroes — DELLA MY LOVE. my ride or die bitch. we barely write anymore but i still follow and love your ass all over the place because you cannot get rid of me 😏 i couldn’t do this and not mention you. god it feels like we’ve lived 50 lives in the time we’ve been rp-ing together. we’ve been through some shit and always find some way to share the experience, even if it doesn’t directly hit us both. lmao i fucking love you and your kids.

@kookmade — link i know that i mentioned your multi above but i had to give rafe’s blog its own little shout out because this is the blog we met and all. thank you for being my lil football homie and letting me constantly cry about taylor / alex at you. fucking love it and your muses. thank you for hearing me out as well on certain days.

i am so fucking sorry if i forgot someone. i probably did fuck me. i’m sorry if i did, i promise it’s not you. it’s my fucking brain.

[noctilin]

Hi I’ve been such a big fan of your work, I know this is probably a question that may roll around a lot but how did you build the motivation to continue doing digital art. I’m a traditional artist and I see a lot of digital art in this age of course and yours sticks out to me allot I can see a fine resemblance and difference between the past and where you are now. (still remarkable art all together) I just get so lazy when it comes to it though because it all is so complex though it makes me want to get into it when I see your pieces. but I question where do you get that motivation from and why use an art tablet or why recommend one? Out of curiosity. :)

hi! thanks for the kind words and support! in regards to your question, it's funny because it's harder for me to stay motivated traditionally compared to digital and it's because of a few things...

i'm a very impatient person lol - a traditional medium that i do and that appeals to me the most is painting with watercolor. but setting up the paraphernalia, waiting for paint to dry, and cleaning up afterwards have been things i don't particularly enjoy especially when i don't have room to set up a dedicated studio. so working digitally saves me the hassle of all of that. (i don't even have room to keep my traditional drawings safely rip)

i have very shaky hands, even before i was diagnosed with CTS - this makes it frustrating to work traditionally sometimes. of course, it's not impossible, but it doesn't feel fun for me. working digitally lets me have a bit of comfort thanks to stabilizers and the fact that it's more forgiving when i make mistakes. i choose to work smarter, not harder these days.

i cannot afford the traditional art tools that i want to use in leisure - because of this, if i buy something, i will have to commit to it, which pressures me instead of feeling the fulfillment of creating and experimenting. whereas working digitally there's a plethora of free-to-use material and i can freely experiment to my heart's content. one might say, "buying a tablet and a computer is just as expensive though" which has some truth to it, but regardless if i draw or not, i already have a desktop computer because of the necessity in school and work. adding a $45 drawing tablet on top of that is less daunting than dropping $70+ on paints and canvases and brushes and whatnot that i'm not sure if i'll enjoy using regularly. not to mention the space it will take up. (see 1)

even if i occasionally enjoy traditional art (especially when i'm burned out digitally), i will always be a digital artist at heart - as you said, digital art feels a bit daunting because of its complexities, but that's what i find fun about it as well! the myriad of tools and combinations you can do with certain features are part of the joy of it. (but honestly, if you don't want all the complex stuff, you don't have to do it either! go draw with one layer yolo)

tbh that's the gist of it really! digital is just, where i feel the most Me, if that makes sense lol. if you feel really overwhelmed with digital then just start small, you'll naturally want to explore more of it once you take the necessary first steps to enjoy it. best of luck :)

[zvmz]

A few Briar Beauty HCs <3

super common hc but briar has narcolepsy

which is funny because its not even a side effect of her destiny. it just coincidentally runs in the family

her mom and one of her brothers have it as well

she speaks spanish and french, along with the rest of her family

besides her mother, shes the only one in her immediate family who speaks english

def chronically online

nobody understands at least half her references

takes oct 3 (mean girls day) VERY SERIOUSLY

NOTHING will prevent her from having a mean girls watch party

says "swag", "slay", and "yolo" way too much

can only actually get along with faybelle when they are both drunk

otherwise its constant old married couple bickering

has a tiktok with over a million followers where she posts all the crazy stuff she does

faybelle will never admit it but every time briar does one of said crazy, potentially dangerous things, she will usually go keep an eye on her from a distance to make sure shes okay

her body is littered with small scars either from the crazy stuff she does or from falling asleep at bad times

she actually likes some of the scars though because they "tell stories" and show all the adventures shes had

she calls everything sexy. even if it doesnt make sense

like if shes eating an amazing burger she'll say "this is the sexiest burger ever"

has fist-fighted faybelle in a mcdonalds parking lot at 2 am

she loathed headmaster grimm since the moment she met him

has a shopping and caffeine addiction

hasnt even worn half the things in her closet before

occasionally invites some of the less well-off students to come go through her closet and take a few things

after her rebellion when she found out the smell of coffee makes raven nauseous she made the effort to stop drinking it around her

a huge sacrifice on her part

is always the passenger princess (shes a horrible driver)

never once successfully parallel parked (real)

almost never gets to hangout with ashlynn outside of school/dorm because ashlynns always working

sometimes she just goes and does her thronework in the glass slipper while ashlynns working

frequently brings ashlynn a hocus latte while shes working

is NOT a fan of blondie

complains about her daily

once blondie tried to interview her briar just said "absolutely not" and walked away

she didnt agree with ravens rebellious actions at first

but the more she questioned her destiny, the more she came the sympthasize with her and admire her

after she rebelled she went to personally thank raven for taking the first step and giving her courage

she always thought it would be fun to become friends with maddie, lizzie, and kitty, even though the whole school thought they were crazy

in her words "crazy is just another word for fun"

she just never got the opportunity to actually hang out with them

since her narcolepsy causes her to just collapse wherever with little warning, it can be very dangerous for her to go anywhere alone

on more than one occasion ashlynn and several others would have to go our searching for briar after she fell asleep while running errands alone

after the second time she forbade briar from going out alone

briar has listened to her (for the most part) cus she felt bad she was putting her friends through that

what character should i do next?

[driftingmoonmenace]

Ok I'm gonna kinda unhinged ramble about my D&D robot oc Riot and lore dump about him a little bit, don't mind me !!! 👀💦

LISTEN ok listen I love my bbg Riot so gd much and I'm having like so much fun exploring his character in my friend group's campaign!! He's my little pathetic wet meow meow okkkk😭

Poor guy has been through SO MUCH shit for the past 59 years of his life and he's TIRED of it. SO TIRED.

He was one of five made-to-order robots programmed to be clowns for a scummy ringleader's circus (that the guy totally fucked up the first time financially and ran it into the ground before moving to a new planet and rebranding). AND EVER SINCE THEN all R-10T has known is how much his existence doesn't matter and the constant demands from his boss owner and society!! He hates it!!

He started off so sweet and compassionate, and he still is deep, deep down (partially cause he was programmed to be since he used to work with and entertain kids but his AI grew to feel genuine about it!!) Despite the constant abuse he loved entertaining those kids and making them smile with his silly jokes and tricks and balloon animals!!! Not to mention his little troupe, he loved them so much, they were like family to him!!

AND AFTER 40 YEARS, the ringleader just got into so much debit that he sold them all off to an auction house to see how much money he could get out of it like an asshole!! AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF the guy who bought them is the adopted son of a known mafia syndicate cause he thought 'hey they have some useful dexterous attributes and stuff so I'm just gonna take 'em and unconsentually fuck up their programming by slapping a killcode in 'em and modify them to serve their use better to make them all into hitmen' (which his father did not like so they all had to prove themselves or be scrapped) Which in the process, one of Riot's troupe members died because of him because he chose to stand up for himself and tell them 'No'.

So Riot has been doing this assassination stuff for almost 20 years and again he hates it !!! He hates his life so gd much!! And being a little forced given an opportunity to escape for a while and meet this weird little group of people who have genuinely grown to care about him despite him being so standoffish and abrasive and stick up for him when they're at places that look down on robots. It's kinda made him go 'hey, I kinda like this...' and it reminds him of his troupe a lot.

But Riot KNOWS that because he just up and disappeared suddenly that he'll be found eventually and his new 'boss' is gonna scrap him for it. He knows he's gonna die soon and he's just yolo-ing everything at this point cause at least if he possibly dies, he'll die 'free' and on his own terms. Self preservation thrown completely out the window and struggling on whether he should keep warming up to this group or continue to keep them at arms length.

Not to mention the killcode rearing its ugly little head at times and making him more aggressive and bloodthirsty that this little group isn't safe from either. And dodging every time this group offers to mod him to help him out, cause this poor guy is scared and traumatized of losing more of himself and what's been done to him in the past.

Anyways yeah I love my funky little New-Yorker assassin clown a lot. I'll end this with some funny little facts about him!!

He wears a helmet all the time so the group has never seen his face, or realizes he has a face (yet)

He keeps balloons and a small hand pump in his crossbody bag to make balloon animals sometimes. (One of the group's members, Nexus, asked him for a lobster balloon animal while a Boss was monologue-ing. Riot didn't hesitate to make it.)

He has a deck of cards in his bag also that he uses to play games with people he's threatening. If they win they get to live, but if they lose, well Riot gets to kill you. :)

He reverse robbed someone that was trying to rob him.

He got a sick ass sniper rifle that he can now use without setting up a tripod first (that the DM jokingly hates allowing him to loot off a dead body so early in the campaign)

[sadie-bug345]

gang as condiments🤨

i’m fr bored asf AND on my way to dinner so this type shit is on my mind rn🤷‍♀️🧌

ponyboy:

bro just screams ranch lover

and he the type to always talk abt how much he looooves ranch

like bro i like ranch too but im not drinking bottles like you are😭😭

hes actually so real for liking ranch though

W condiment 7/10

johnny:

this one was harder cause i think johnny is so chill

like bro couldn’t care less what sauce packets you give him for his chicken sandwich

but he prefers ketchup

classic, normal, AND widely available so all boxes are checked🤗

6/10 cause sometimes ketchup is too basic (plus johnny the type to forget to shake the bottle😧)

sodapop:

fry sauce fs

if yall don’t know it, it’s mayo and ketchup mixed together

IT SOUNDS BAD HEAR ME OUT

just try it okay🙏🙏

when soda feels a little quirky he’ll add some sriracha sauce and chefs it up

soda the type to make any mundane thing fun

to the point where he makes the WILDEST food concoctions just for laughs

but it gets to the point where it’s still funny but highly concerning 😟

darry:

now i hate to say this but bro probably likes yellow mustard🫢

he’s not super adamant about telling people but the gang makes fun of him SM

he always snaps back tho w some classy older sibling comeback

side note, he the typa guy to say “let’s fire up the grill😀” when it’s fourth of july and they’re having burgers and hot dogs

no hate tho🫡

2/10 i can’t condone the constant use of mustard

dally:

bbq sauce lover

which i mean he’s so real for that

pretends to not give a shit but we know he does🙄

thinks he acts as lowk as johnny w shit like this but if he gets a sandwich from someplace that messed up his order he’ll throw a total fit

”you seein’ this johnny? blech they put mayo all over my burger ‘stead of barbecue or somethin’ decent…what a dump..”

johnnys like “mhm🙄” *not even paying attention*

”maaaan you see this crime against humanity? what is this, huh?”

twos like “and YOU know a lot about crimes don’cha dal?”

dally kicks two bit in the shins under the table

8/10

two-bit:

realistically he likes honey mustard type sauces or none at all

but to fw people he’ll combine sauces and it’s actually so foul

my friend will do this and mix together ketchup and ranch to call it “kranch” and i tried it cause yolo and its death oml

once two gets the sauce packets just run cause he’s bouta fuck that place up💀💀

3/10 only redeemed by his genuine taste in sauces

steve:

lowk didn’t know what to put for him so if there’s any steve lovers out there lmk what you guys think he’d like‼️

but he seems like the type to like most sauces but he puts an ungodly amount on his food💀

like every fry has gotta be totally covered in ranch or smth

def the type to double dip a chip btw😟

anyways 5/10 not really sure to think 🤨

ANYWAYS ilysm always and request hcs, imagines, anything or if you wanna talk my messages are open!!

[redstonedust]

👀

You can talk about whatever you want and also that sounds really cool and fun!!

screw it, recounting the plot of a dream time:

okay imagine a setting that is like. real life visually, hermitcraft characters/economy, qsmp/new life modpack, traffic life system with demise death rules (absolute abomination of a mixture)

its a grian episode and he's down to like 6 rockets. he lives within gliding distance of the shopping district but unfortunately there are reds on the server and the shopping district is half underground. he manages to get there but passes scar, cub and gem who hunt him down. ends up halfway up a tree fending them off with arrows.

luckily a code monster comes by and makes the reds scatter which gives him time to burn his rockets getting away. starts wandering around what looks like a real world british housing estate. passes an area called mumbo corner which has 24/7 announcements talking about the legacy of mumbo jumbo? did he die? i dont know.

ends up bumping into scar (again?) and bdubs who seem friendly but it turns out they totally sold him out and all the reds are coming. ends up dolphin hopping down the street looking for a waystone with the hopes of teleporting out to a random cactus farm that nobody would go looking in.

this is where i woke up and i am so mad about it. this had PLOT. this had CHARACTERIZATION THAT MAKE SENSE. this is SOMEHOW my second dream about a hermit being hunted by other hermits which is a hilarious trend. also the episode was inexplicably called ''HERMITCRAFT [NUMBER]: I BECAME A BIRD???'' i dont know anymore. watch me make this abomination setting into an AU. yolo.

[pretend-pretend-vampire]

if vtm had a gacha game

quick disclaimer: I'm probably not going to make this an actual game even if I'm allowed to, I just had fun thinking it up. I might do something with it though, I dunno what yet.

setting and plot

player is an anarch baron sending coteries on missions. there are more anarchs officially part of the movement than the baron has direct control over, “recruited” characters are just ones the baron has enough power over to make them do things

story starts small, with missions being largely to keep the peace within the anarchs themselves and keep [undecided city] running as it should

one event has them go to the beach PLEASE we need a beach episode

gameplay

form coteries of 4 for missions

success/fail (NOT choices matter) story rpg approach to missions. sometimes very specific specialties will resolve to a win far easier than high stats/disciplines, so fledglings with niche specialties remain useful into the midgame and even the lategame if you know where to use them

still a dice roll whether things work or not, so higher stats are important but can still fail

vampires in a coterie will gradually build trust the more successful missions they’re on with each other, which will increase the likelihood of succeeding help checks/amount they can help each other on checks per level of bond

missions grant feeding materials, trust, and on a first clear [currency]

vampires

vampires are named, with backstories and feeding preferences and flaws

vampires have the usual attributes, as well as a few key specialties (numbers dependent on the rarity of the character)

vampires have Discipline powers too (numbers dependent on the rarity of the character)

level-ups can be saved and spent on increasing stats or disciplines. different rarities get different level caps, and certain levels will unlock bond stories where you get glimpses into the personal lives of the vampires

vampires come in F (fledgling), N (neonate), A (ancilla) and E (elder) rarities, with fledglings being the most abundant and easiest to recruit and elders being by far the hardest

recruiting (scouting) can be done with [currency], typically in a solo yolo with some form of pity/spark system.

duplicates can be devoured for additional experience, which will be more if the dupe is devoured by its original

skins/”masks”(?) can be acquired, possibly granting mechanical benefits? and they’ll typically feature the vampire in a different outfit or doing something different. frequently gory. they can be set for navigators on the homescreen also

feeding materials

blood types A, B, AB, and O, as well as bagged blood, corpse blood, animal blood, and much rarer vitae and meat

very small chance for a feeding material to grant additional xp (representing resonances)

certain vampires have restrictions on which feeding materials they can/will consume, suffering steep mechanical consequences (lower experience gain?) for being fed the wrong type of blood (e.g. ventrue not getting their preferred bloodtype, nagaraja not getting meat, farmers not getting animal blood)

daily free 10-pull for basic(?) feeding materials

characters

lotsa typically-anarch clans, but antitribu of all clans are present. huge sprawling cast of 50+ recruitable characters

some events unlock characters “switching sides” to the anarchs, adding to the gacha pool as rate-ups for the relevant event periods

one salubri in the whole game and they’re a neonate but their unique amalgam disciplines make them really fucking useful

[winterchimez]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

hi anon-ie!! yayyyy ok this is so fun imma just *rubs hands* cook up some scenarios 😋 (tagging the ones i talk to on a daily basis!! 💗)

@sungbeam acedemic rivals - theres something about you just being rivals with changmin and it gets on your nerve whenever he outperforms you but then all that bickering slowly turn into romance and thats something i will be watching from afar with my popcorn.

@from-izzy strangers to lovers - you and hyunjae (as much as i wanna mention the other guy but i won't bcs im trying to be nice 🥰) would meet as strangers on your first day of uni orientation, seemingly also ends up as deskmate in class and boom hes the goofy funny guy, always trying to get you involve in activities when you're just shy and reluctant and then the both of you start falling for each other

@daisyvisions best friends to lovers - we all know how much you love this, esp with hyunjae when yall be doing things that are pretty much obvious that's more than just friends 😏 so by the time yall end up together its more of a meh we've already done this before but then it gets awkward cs you're both now labelled as bf/gf

@aimeecarreros / @momhwa-agenda enemies to lovers - bcs of what you told me yesterday....but juyeon who's always teasing and bullying you...but then it's bcs he actually likes you sm but bcs of his ego he refuses to believe nor accept reality...but then it eventually hits him and hes confronted by you with a revenge dress and he goes oh. 😌

@snowflakewhispers mutual pining - realistically you and jacob would be having feelings for each other but then you both have your doubts (even though you don't look like it when you have beef with me everyday 🙄 HOWEVER it'll be cute but then the rest of us at the side will be all frustrated (aka me, daisy, elena) be like HE ALSO LIKES YOU BACK WTF but you're just "IDK MAN I DONT THINK HE WOULD"

@kimsohn unrequited love (but with a happy ending) - sunwoo's been head over heels over you since day one but you're always just ignoring his advnaces be like "this dude is hella weird", this goes on until one day you eventually see the other side of him, he makes you blush and he gets a high and giddy be like "okay confirmed maya likes me now i've won in life"

@justalildumpling rich kid au - ok i know it sounds cliché but hear me out!! na jaemin aka the rich boy from uni and he gets all the girls and naturally you fall for him too cs hell hes a fine-looking man but then maybe one day you are forced to live with him and thats when you see his true colours which makes you go ew, but then bcs of your personality you'll be like "i will change this man" (which you do) and he realises that you're not like the other girls out there

@ethereal-engene coffeshop au - you just give me calm sunshine vibes so!! you and woozi in the coffee shop, woozi as the barista (WHEW WITH A WHITE SHIRT- 😮‍💨) either you both work tgt as coworkers and eventually become a couple, or you would often visit the store not just for the good coffee but also for the good looking barista 👀

@drunkdrazed childhood friends to lovers - you're literally the sweetest human being so it would only be appropriate for this trope!! either with ten / jacob, you would fit so well 🥺 love the way how yall know literally anything abt each other and when yall reach uni / work and thats when you both realised that you're falling for one another instead 🫶

@h0mebody-heaven soulmate au - you're so funny and another ball of energy!! i can't imagine a better soulmate for hendery than you! lmao i can imagine all the chaos, the jokes that you both are gonna pull, probably asks you to film plenty of questionable tiktoks but then you oblige bcs YOLO 🤭

@strayed-quokka established relationship - do i need to say more, husband sangyeon and you're the housewife. you can replay that scenario in your mind.

@sanaxo-o arranged marriage - chanhee the rich son of dior's ceo ✨ but imagined getting pampered by him??? what a life it'll be 😮‍💨