#lemme climb on trees pls

[himbos-hotline]

Mint and babybel wrapper 😊

you promise??

[btsgotjams27]

entirety ~ knj

namjoon is the complete package, except for the fact that he won’t make the first move.

✨ title: entirety | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ word count: 3.3k | ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni ✨ genre: fluff, pwp (there's some plot), smut ✨ warnings: mentions of a toxic ex-bf, clumsy cute namjoon, reader is horny, namjoon visual, kissing, consent is sexy, marking, fingering, big d*ck namjoon, oral (m receiving), protected sex, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, light spanking ✨ playlist (pls listen to these while reading 👀) ✨ a/n: thank you to yaz for the cute, clumsy namjoon bedroom scene. and last but not least, thank you to beautiful beta @here4kpopfics. ily. ✨ a/n 2: no, you're not seeing things and yes, i've already posted this before but i'm reposting bc....reasons.

Today, Namjoon has planned a little date to one of his favorite places, the Seoul Botanic Park. It's been on your list, and he must have remembered you talking about it. You thought it was sweet how much he listened to you ramble about the most random things. Honestly, it was a problem - you rambling, not him listening. He would bring you your favorite flowers or chocolate; you couldn't remember when you told him these things.

"Namjoon, these are beautiful," you said when he handed you a bouquet of sunflowers. You gestured for him to come in and then stupidly stepped forward, wanting to kiss him on the cheek, but he didn't even notice and brushed past you. So, you smiled and faked not being upset at his hot, clueless self.

You weren't sure what the issue was. The pair of you had great chemistry, at least you thought so, and had a lot in common. It felt as though you were on a reality dating show where the girl is super into the guy, but when in reality, he wasn't. Did it irk you a bit? Yes, because all you wanted was to climb him like a giant tree.

"Have I dressed appropriately for this occasion?" You looked down at your blue floral sundress compared to Namjoon's casual yellow sweatsuit and beanie.

He eyed you from head to toe, making your cheeks warm up. "Nah–you're perfect," he smiled, showing off one of your many Kim Namjoon weaknesses - his dimples.

"Lemme just put these in water, and then we'll go." Quickly, you ran into the kitchen, trying to find a vase to fill up. While opening the cupboard, you realized how short your dress was from the back, considering it was riding up as you reached up for the vase.

Namjoon cleared his throat, trying not to become aroused after seeing a sliver of your cheeky backside. "Here, I can get that for you."

The botanic garden was perfect - the atmosphere, the views, Namjoon. He held your hand the entire way, leading you through the conservatory. You caught stolen glances from him when you would squint to look at the information card for each plant, making a checklist of the ones you liked.

"What? Is there something on my face?" You asked, quickly reaching into your purse to grab your compact.

"No, I just–want to look at you," Namjoon said with his dimpled smile. He held his hand out, waiting for yours. You set your compact back in your purse before intertwining your hands with his. You quite liked how perfectly your hands fit into Namjoon's big warm ones. He happily swung your arm with his, wandering into the next part of the garden.

Your favorite part was the plant cafe. If you lived closer, you'd be there every day. Though you'd have to keep Namjoon's credit card because, knowing him, he'd come home with a new plant every time.

While at the cafe, you thought you'd test out a theory to see if Namjoon was physically trying to avoid you. Stupid, yes, but you needed confirmation.

He returned with the iced Americanos in hand, and you may or may not have accidentally tipped yours onto yourself to see if he'd help you clean it up. The most he did was hand you some napkins, with no intention of helping you dampen the coffee stains away. Sigh.

On the subway ride back, the work rush hour had begun, meaning everyone was packed like sardines. The good part about it was you were being smushed into Namjoon's big frame, unintentionally, of course. Still, Namjoon, being the gentleman he is, wiggled away from your ass as others began to crowd around you. Even a subway full of people couldn’t make this man crack under pressure; he'd always find a way to avoid accidentally touching you.

Namjoon did everything right by the book, and you shouldn't complain, considering your ex-boyfriend was a jerk. You should be glad that Namjoon was courteous, which was hard to come by these days.

"Hey, are you okay? I feel like you've been pretty quiet during this date. Did I do something wrong?" Namjoon asked with furrowed brows, taking a seat in one of your dining room chairs.

Yes and no, you thought to yourself. You wanted Namjoon to kiss you finally. Maybe be a little rough and passionate, get a little handsy, touch you like he wanted you–but here you were, twelve dates later, and the most you've done is hug and hold hands. You loved those things, and Namjoon has been a complete gentleman, but you were tired of waiting for him to make the next move.

"Do you find me attractive?" You asked, suddenly being bold in your approach to this gentle giant, leaning against the back of the couch, facing him.

Your question surprised him, causing him to blush and rub the back of his neck. "Of course I do. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," you mumbled, looking away from his gaze. Maybe Namjoon just wasn't sexually attracted to you, but why would he continue to go on dates with you if he wasn't or didn't see a future with you? You were confused and annoyed but didn't want to ruin the nice day the two of you were having.

Namjoon could see your frustration, so he extended his hand to you, and you took it because you wanted to feel needed. You slotted yourself between his legs, feeling embarrassed for being so bold. Maybe he needed to go at a slower pace. Have you ever thought about that?

He flashed a thin smile, softly brushing the back of your hand, "I like you. I do…I just…want to be mindful of giving you space."

His remark took you aback, "Wait, why?"

"Well…I remember you talking about your ex. And how he didn't treat you right, so…I just wanted to be careful not to do the same thing," Namjoon clarified, gazing into your eyes, waiting for you to say something.

Fuck. Was it too early to say you love this man already?

Your heart completely melted like butter. Namjoon was so sweet, and here you were, wanting him to touch you like the horny little slut that you are. He was waiting for you to initiate and feel safe around him. Namjoon was nothing like your ex-boyfriend, the complete opposite; he was everything you could want.

"Is that why you haven't kissed me yet? And have been avoiding physical contact?" It was almost a relief to hear him say that, so you weren't going crazy, and he probably is attracted to you.

His facial expression said yes. "I'm sorry, but I just didn't want to mess this up because I really like you."

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer, eliminating the distance. You leaned down, nudging your nose with his.

"Can I kiss you?" Namjoon whispered, eyes darting between yours. His lips were so close, yet so far, enough to make your stomach somersault.

And you answered by pressing your lips against his. The kiss was tender and sweet, the two of you taking your time to explore one another for a minute or two, hands in each other's hair, pulling and tugging. Namjoon hesitated to wrap his arms around your waist, but you encouraged him.

To your surprise, Namjoon swiped his tongue at your bottom lip, begging to enter your mouth, and you let him, his tongue finally having a taste of yours. He cupped your face as he stood, slightly pulling away from your lips but quickly reconnecting. He didn't want to be away from them for too long.

Namjoon smiled into the kiss, letting out a low chuckle before asking, "Can I touch you?"

Who knew such a simple question would cause you to clench around nothing? Unwrapping your arms, you took Namjoon's hands, bringing one to massage your breasts, and then, taking the other, trailing down to your navel, reaching under your floral dress to your clothed heat, which was already stained with your arousal. You whimpered his name when he rubbed his digits in circles against your clit.

He tilted his head. "Baby…you're so wet for me already?"

Shamelessly nodding at his question. You looked at him with darkened eyes, "You don't need to be gentle with me, Joonie." His eyes fluttered shut, groaning at your words, causing his erection to twitch in his yellow sweats. "But first, can I touch you?" Your eyes wandered to the evident erection.

He hummed a yes, and that's all you needed before dropping to your knees. Your manicured fingers are at the elastic hem, ready to pull down his sweats and find out what's been hiding underneath these twelve dates. You shimmied his boxers and pants, keeping your eyes on the prize–and a giant prize it was. Your mouth was slightly watering, ready to take on this challenge.

Namjoon glanced at you, thinking you looked so pretty on your knees for him. He didn't want to rush anything and was fine with taking it slow, but he wanted this too. He gently moved a piece of hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. "You okay, pretty?" He asked, as his heart was pounding, blood rushing to the girthy length staring you in the face.

You assured him by placing your hand around the base of his cock, causing him to grunt and jerk forward. You put your other hand behind his thigh, tugging him further towards you. He was already leaking pre-cum, and you didn't hesitate to taste it. Namjoon hissed at the slightest touch from your tongue. He couldn't wait until he was entirely inside the warmth of your mouth.

But you didn't take him fully in your mouth, not yet. You wanted to give some attention to his balls first, gently sucking on them while stroking him from the base to the tip. His fingers grazed your scalp, encouraging you to keep going. "Fuck, baby--" Namjoon moaned. And that's when you licked your lips and swirled your tongue around his reddened tip, taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat.

Namjoon panted, chest heaving as you bobbed up and down his cock, your hand around the part you couldn't fit in your mouth. He didn't know how long he would last if you kept going like this.

"Baby-baby-baby--I don't wanna come yet," he pleaded, motioning for you to stand. The colors of your knees matched the tip of his cock. He leaned down to kiss you, tasting himself on your tongue. His hands untie your dress, allowing a complete view of your matching lingerie set. Namjoon's grin in full approval of it. "God, you're so sexy."

He crouched down, hooking his arms underneath your thighs, causing you to yelp. While your legs were straddled around Namjoon's hips, he grasped tightly to hold you in place as he shuffled to the bedroom. Granted, his pants and boxers were still around his ankles, and he was doing his best to maneuver you.

Namjoon, being the cute but clumsy giant he is, stumbled on a pair of shoes at the foot of your bed, unexpectedly throwing you on the bed. You squealed at the sudden jolt against your duvet and pillows. He mumbled an apology. That was not his intention, but you didn't mind—you kind of like being thrown around by him.

Sitting up, you rid yourself of the floral dress and bra, freeing your breasts for Namjoon to see. You decided to keep your panties on–for now. Laying back and propping yourself up on your elbows, you waited for Namjoon to undress. You'd seen his dick, and you wanted to see the rest.

He stood at the edge of the bed, taking every inch of you in, and his shyness began to take over, but seeing you sprawled on the bed in this position, made it quickly dissipate. Namjoon took off his beanie, tossed it on the floor, then lightly ruffled his hat hair.

Growing impatient, you crawled on your knees towards him. He attempted to pull off his yellow sweatshirt, but it became caught on his big 'ol head. The two of you laughed before he finally discarded it along with his shirt.

You sat, feet tucked underneath you, drinking him all in. No one could have guessed that Namjoon was chiseled like a Greek God by his casual, loose clothing. You loved his style, but fuck–you definitely did not want him wearing fitted clothing. He was for your eyes only.

His honey skin glistened beneath what was left of the day's sunlight, his taut pecs ready to be pounded on like he was Tarzan, and god–his abs, you just wanted to run your tongue down every rift and canyon.

"Like what you see?" Namjoon said with a smirk. Your eyes watched as he stroked himself.

You bit your bottom lip, imagining how well he'd fill you up. Shamelessly, you nodded, waiting to see what he’d do next.

Namjoon chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss in the crook of your neck, sucking on your warm skin and continuing to move along to your collarbone and the top of your chest. One hand massaging your breast, causing your nipple to harden - and you’ve decided that you loved having his hands on you. Your body was aching, yearning for him to continue, and he must have read your mind - his other hand pulled down your panties, flinging them to the ground, and gently rubbed circles on your clit, making you gasp at his touch.

Hovering over you, he fully enveloped your breast in his mouth. You arched your back and squirmed underneath, hands threaded through his dark locks, mewling his name along with curses. He unexpectedly pulled away, muffling your moans with more kisses.

Your pussy was already wet, and a mess before Namjoon slipped two fingers into your entrance. An audible whimper escaped when he gathered your juices, spreading it between your folds and pumping his long digits back in. You couldn’t see him with your eyes closed, but he was grinning devilishly at how easily you were unraveling for him. Namjoon pumped his fingers urgently in and out of your cunt, seeing as your twisted expression and little yelps of pleasure assured him that you were close.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” Namjoon asked in a low, husky tone, kissing you again. The knot in your stomach intensely reached its peak, legs unsteady, shaking uncontrollably as your walls clenched around his fingers. He continued pumping in and out of you, riding out your high–your wetness making lewd noises when he finally pulled out of you. He didn’t even have his mouth on you, yet, no other man has made you come so hard by just using their fingers.

You already looked fucked out of your mind, but Namjoon couldn’t resist pushing up your legs so that he could have a taste. “Oh god–just fuck me already!” you covered your mouth when you realized you said your thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry–I just–I didn’t mean to say that out loud for you to hear.”

Namjoon let out a hearty laugh, his eyes taking a crescent shape, causing his dimple to form. "Well, I shouldn't deny my girl what she wants, hmm?" His expression suddenly darkened, dragon eyes now on display, ready to fuck you like he’s wanted to after the first date.

God, he's so sexy, so big, and strong. You just wanted him to do nasty, unspeakable things to you, but that'll come in time.

Namjoon leaned down to kiss you, "Condoms?"

You love a safe king.

Pointing to the nightstand by your bed, Namjoon quickly reached over, pulling out the box, grabbing a foil wrapper, and ripping it open. You watched him closely as he rolled the condom down his length - putting on a condom should not be this sexy. Maybe it was just your pussy doing all the thinking.

He smiled, catching a glimpse of you watching him. "Lay down," he ordered. You did as he asked, legs spread, ready to go. Namjoon crawled towards you, his big frame hovering over you. "You're gorgeous, baby."

Your cheeks warmed up from his compliment. "You know how to make a girl blush right before you fuck her."

Namjoon grinned at your remark. He started stroking himself, placing his cock at your entrance. He looked at you one more time before slowly pushing into your sex, eyes rolling back, mewling at how he stretched you out. When he bottomed out, he leaned forward, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of you, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “You’re so fucking tight–I’m not gonna last long.”

You smiled at his comment, nudging your nose against his cheek, pressing a kiss into his jaw, and encouraging him to continue. His strokes were slow and long, hips rolling tenderly in and out of your pussy, making sure you could feel every inch of him. His eyes focused on watching his cock disappear into your body; it was something he could watch forever if he could.

Namjoon started to pick up the pace, grunting and panting heavily while he thrust into you. Pounding into your cunt over and over, easily hitting your g-spot. “Joon–,” you softly repeated his name, but he was too caught up in the moment to realize you were talking to him, so you pulled him down for a kiss. “Joonie–can I?”

He’d been doing all the work so far; you wanted to show him a little love too–you didn’t want to be selfish. You directed him to lay on his back, his big cock sprung in the air, waiting to be swallowed up by your pussy again. To his surprise, you didn’t sit facing him–but rather away from him. Your ass on full display made him groan in pleasure when you sank back down onto him; the view was enough to blow his load.

Plants. He thought about plants to steady his mind.

“Shit–baby–you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You smirked as you began rolling your hips in a merciless rhythm, leaning forward, holding onto his legs so he could get a better view. He muttered a few curse words before grabbing ahold of your hips and thrusting into you from below, causing you to yelp.

As much as Namjoon loved seeing your backside, he'd rather see your pretty face and tits. "Fuck–baby, turn around. I want you to see how hard you make me come," Namjoon commands.

Can Namjoon be any hotter right now?

With a grin, you obey, finding yourself facing him. You could tell he was trying to hold it together, but you knew he'd come the second you sat back down on him.

Your hands pressed against his pecs as you aligned your entrance with his cock. A breath hitched in your throat as he stretched you out again, the pressure in his belly building to its peak. His hands grasped at your waist as he thrust into you from below like before. Namjoon bit his bottom lip; he really loved watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

His heart was pounding underneath your hand, and his quick, breathy grunts informed you he was close. You decided it was time to help by pushing against his thrusts. The two of you are in a frantic state of chasing his climax.

Namjoon’s groans were growing louder, as were the sounds of your bodies smacking against one another. He began to lose his composure, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening every second, finally building to have its sweet release.

But what really pushed him over the edge was when you straightened up, one hand on his abdomen and the other massaging his balls.

“Fuck–” Namjoon cried out, throwing his head back further into the bed. The shockwaves of his orgasm made him writhe under you, and his expression twisted in pleasure as you milked everything that he had.

When he finally returned to reality, he flashed the biggest grin you’d seen. “That good, huh?” You teased, leaning down to kiss him.

“I have no idea why I waited so long to do this,” he said, removing a stray hair away from your face.

[rigginsstreet]

Um 🥺 every physical intimacy prompt for fredsythe pls but especially 3,8,33,45 for hand holding 👬

Riverdale, 1989

Fred’s always antsy the night before Christmas. Bundled up warm under his covers, but wiggling around, tossing and turning with a grin on his face as he awaits the reasonable hour of 6 am so he can run downstairs and wake everyone up for presents.

He knows he’s eating good this year. There’s a bunch of big boxes under the tree with his name then. He just knows one’s a Nintendo.

He’s just done his fortieth flip of the night, back to his window, when something taps. A lone clink he figures must be a tree branch scratching the glass. Happens from time to time. He’s content to ignore the second time, even the third. But the fourth one seems harsher, and the fifth one comes too rhythmically to be a lone branch.

Fred knows who it is before he even hops out of bed, but the question is why FP isn’t climbing up to his window like he normally does. (A small part of him also wonders why FP’s sneaking all the way over to his side of town on Christmas Eve, but Fred knows in his gut the answer. It’s the quiet part they don’t say out loud.)

It’s snowing out, he realizes as he reaches his window. Must’ve started after he went to bed. And FP’s standing out in his yard, arms folded around himself as he stares up at his friend.

“Are you gonna let me in or am I gonna have to freeze to death out here?” FP whisper-shouts.

Fred can hear the chill in his voice, the wobble to it as he shivers in the snow.

“Meet me at the back door,” he responds before dashing down the two flights of stairs as quietly as he can, just barely remembering to avoid the squeaky floorboard in front of his parents’ room in his mad dash.

FP’s always been pale, but there’s a sickly hue to his skin as Fred lets him inside. Up close, he can see now FP’s without a jacket. Which means he walked across town without one. In the snow. In the dead of night.

“Are you crazy?!” Fred just barely remembers to keep his voice down. Immediately brings his hands to FP’s arms, rubbing them quick to bring some warmth back. He’s like ice when Fred touches him. “Why don’t you have a coat?”

“Didn’t really have time to grab one,” FP mutters through clenched teeth.

He doesn’t need to say anything else for Fred to get it. So he lets it go. Focuses instead on just getting FP warm. Brings his hands down to his friend’s and tries to warm those up, too. But when Fred reaches for FP’s palms, he winces back.

There’s a small nightlight Fred’s mom keeps in the kitchen, just in case. He brings FP over to it, drawing his hands near so he can get a better look. There’s tiny cuts and bits of gravel dug in. Fred looks up, must be a million questions all over his face.

“I tripped running out of the trailer,” FP mumbles, not meeting Fred’s gaze. He pulls his hands down to his sides, shoulders going up to his ears, and Fred lets him.

“We should get that cleaned up,” Fred offers, instead of saying what he really wants to. “Go down to the basement. I’ll go get the first aid.”

The basement’s not exactly warm, but there’s blankets down there for FP to wrap himself up in, and it’s easier to huddle down there than it is to sneak past Fred’s parents’ room again.

Huddled under a blanket is exactly how Fred finds FP a few moments later. He’s sitting crisscross on the couch down there, a quilt wrapped around his shoulders. He looks almost childlike, body curled in on itself and his curls sticking to his forehead from the wet snow. And then it hits Fred - they are kids. Going into high school had made him feel grown up, larger than life. But nothing could humble him quicker than hiding his best friend in his basement because he was running from his father. Suddenly Fred wishes an actual adult were in the room.

“Lemme see.” Fred’s gentle as he takes the seat next to FP, waits patiently for him to stick his hands out from under the quilt. He’s got some color back in his cheeks already, so that’s good.

Fred’s careful as he goes over the cuts on FP’s palm, even moreso when he uses tweezers to pick out the bits of dirt and gravel lodged into his skin. There’s a couple flinches, but beyond that FP doesn’t react.

There’s one deeper cut on the heel of FP’s palm that needs a little extra attention. Nothing too bad, but Fred slips a bandaid over it just to be safe. Lets his finger ghost over it, getting lost in thought as his eyes skim over the older, faded scars that align FP’s hand. Not all of them are from something bad, like the one on his thumb from where he got a hook caught in it the one time he and Fred went fishing. It’s a good memory, all things considering. Fred finds himself smiling bitter sweetly.

“Kind of a shitty way to spend Christmas Eve,” FP’s voice breaks through the silence.

Fred shrugs. “There’s worse.” He lets his fingers dance over FP’s palm, mostly because FP’s actually letting him.

He places their palms flat against each other, notices how their hands are almost the same size, except FP’s fingers are longer. Fred’s got no scars, though. That’s the main difference. The one he’ll always notice. Wishes he could take some from FP for himself, even the distribution. Take away some of the hurt.

He tests the waters further by linking their fingers together. Thinks he hears FP’s breath hitch a little, but he doesn’t make any moves to distance himself.

Fred’s always been affectionate. FP less so. Not in the same ways as Fred, anyway. Takes him longer to open up to people, to let himself be soft. So it’s surprising he’s letting Fred do something as bold as hold his hand, even if it’s just the two of them alone in Fred’s basement. Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle.

“I’m happy you’re here.” The all things considered goes unsaid. Fred squeezes FP’s hand, careful not to irritate the scratches.

“Yeah. Me, too,” FP whispers, like he’s afraid to say it too loud. He’s staring down at their hands, even scratches his nail fondly against Fred’s skin.

Fred would give anything to know what’s going on in that head of his, but one miracle is enough for tonight. He’s content now to just sit in the quiet with his best friend, making sure he’s safe for the rest of the night.

“Merry Christmas, Effie.”

“Merry Christmas, Freddie.”

[aegon]

I don't want to get into the bullying actors for their looks thing but I don't know how else to phrase "how tf could so many people be into Kyle when John Boyega and Oscar Isaac are RIGHT THERE". It's not that Driver is a hideous guy & he seems nice but John Boyeva could throw me across a room but he probably wouldn't because he gives off decent but very funny guy vibes. The presence, the charm, the coolness that just... flies off this man and 5 mil 15 year old girls expect me to like Kyle?

john and oscar are two of the finest species of men I have seen, like what the actual fuck, how are they real????

honestly, how does anyone attracted to men look at either of them and not want to climb them like a tree, someone explain pls because I’m at a total loss

also their characters are just?? so charming??? poe being a sassy shit and biting his lip and oozing sex appeal and finn being a wholesome cinnamon roll and caring so goddamn much and also oozing sex appeal like these two are peak boyfriend material and they’re just....right there.......being sexy..........and I’m supposed to care about someone else??? but why

tbh danielle, it’s kinda the whole “loki effect” happening all over again. tumblr really loves its pasty white, lanky, dark-haired villains with daddy issues - it’s literally the tumblr type. I’ve never been into it so I honestly have no idea what the appeal is but it’s there I guess?

[willowfey]

omgomg i’m losing my miiiiiind. i cannot seem to get a job anywhere, i’m not in school, i can’t walk ANYWHERE from my house, can’t take the car, i have no social life, i’m somewhat lingering between hyperfixations, my bestie has been hella busy and not able to talk which usually distracts me..... like what do i do!!!!! i’m literally just sitting here!!!!!!

[macabreblublu]

You know what I like to imagine sometimes?

(This is about my recent obsession with the ninjago Serpentine btw because I’m not done infodumping/rambling about them jUST YET-)

I like to imagine Pythor, being absolutely great with kids

Now hear me out-

Remember in S1 ep4, where Lloyd first met Pythor? When lil Lloyd was introducing himself and added that “future dark ruler” thing? Pythor just went with it, didn’t even laugh at him despite Lloyd being a literal child

Praised and complimented him even

Lemme quote him, “Oh how deliciously evil! If I had feet, ooooh I’d be trembling in my boots!”

It’s what most parents do when their kids are just babbling on/acting out their dreams, visions etc, they just go with the flow to encourage their child

I know he betrayed Lloyd after that but we all saw that coming no surprise there:/

Now imagine if he (somehow) got locked up with the serpentine after the Stone army emerged from their tomb (in some au of mine shoosh lemme dream dammit-)

Skales has a family and I’m pretty dang sure the other serpentine generals became sort of “uncles” to Skales Jr (oh god my heart is soaring just thinking about the wholesomeness)

What if… Pythor settled underground with the trapped serpentine and was there with the lil young ‘un’s of the tribes?

He would be that one fun enthusiastic and encouraging uncle who just lets the kids do whatever the hell they want

Oh man I can already imagine a scenario:>

[………]

Skales: Pythor where’ss my ssson?

Pythor, with his back to Skales hanging upside down from a branch: I don’t know~

Skales: Pythor… turn around

Pythor: *slowly turns around still upside down with Skales Jr held securely in his arms, also upside down

Skales: …

Skales Jr: Hi Daddy!

Pythor: *shit eating grin

Skales *tired dad tone ™️: … just… don’t drop him

Pythor: Wouldn’t dream of it:) now who wants to climb the tallest trees?

Skales Jr: Me!!

Skales: WAIT-

[………]

Oh a gremlin could dream:’)

Somebody draw it pls or write a drabble on it IM STARVING FOR WHOLESOME SNAKE FAMILY CONTENT-

Anyway, it’s 12am but yeah, that’s all from me about my beloved sneks tonight:>

[barbiewritesstuff]

Still fixated stay with me pls

The TWO BRAIN CELLS I HAVE

Lemme hug you and kiss your forehead and snuggle with you and take all your pain away you sweet lil dork you're such a cutie my heart is so full I could cryyyy

Just snap me in half like a twig please I'd thank you. Look at that. Would you not climb that like a tree?! All the smashing *-* and the tux *-* and that frown *-* and the fists OHHAVEMERCY *-* like wtf babe how is that so hot??? Am i fucked up? Yes? Do i care? No?

Also what even are your legs doing babe what is that stance why xD

Okay I love this photoset because of the lack of context omg, like, Jon baby, Admiral Simpson, what happened? Who hurt you?

Also, what's this gif I found of him?? Jon you weird, adorable, sexy man

[peachiimilquetea]

"𝚝𝚎𝚗chii" 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙!

ok so i was going back and forth on this for a while however... im gonna do it. i have too many ideas to just keep it in my head so here is the masterpost for all the content if youre even interested BFJSKFBDSJKFDS

idk if im gonna gain anymore the more anime that i watch (might collect them from haikyuu like infinity stones lemme be real) but for now this is all ive got

reminder that this is all for fun and i do not actually think i’m dating tenya iida pls

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒. 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

bothering him when he's got work to do, constantly having to give him my aesthetic ass notes bc he can't understand his own handwriting, getting random doordash from him just bc I mentioned was hungry, cultural exchange (i will make iida wear traditional nigerian wear complete with the hat so help me god)

getting embarrassed with how much louder he is than me, being the same person in different fonts, late night political discussions, sneaking into his dorm room to take care of him after some rough training even tho "its against the rules" , painting him things and using him as art reference

days out in the city where we just walk around and enjoy the scenery, competitions on who can eat the most spicy food, teaching him how to dance, flustering him, dragging him to parties so he can watch me have fun with a content smile on his face, cooking with him in the dorms and lowkey starting a potluck with the whole class

fixing his glasses, coordinating outfits (sometimes), climbing him like a tree, listening to city pop in the car and belting the lyrics even tho i cant speak Japanese, him teaching me to speak japanese, letting him pick the next design for my acrylics, packing him fancy/elaborate lunches when he goes on long training/missions, singing him to sleep

𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚜!

magic ways - tatsuro yamashita

love machine - the miracles

8nights - dafna

GUY.exe - superfruit

𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜!

"oh no theres only one bed"

grape vs. orange

"and i love you more, my peach"

𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜!

“i’ll be here when you get back”

[chemicalfics]

jeff w a female s/o headcanons 😚💕 pls

hii ofc!

ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄ jeff with a female s/o! ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

• jeff definitely wasn’t experienced with love at all

• he probably gave subtle hints that he liked you with small nice gestures he wouldn’t do for anyone else

• like one time he let smile sleep in your room because you grew a liking to the dog

• he literally never does this to anyone else

• hes also a tad bit less grumpy when talking to you

• sometimes he gets impatient with others but he’s so patient and caring to his girlfriend omg

• “are you sure you’re ok (y/n)? i’ll get you a bandage”

• i feel like he’d ask her out by pulling her to the side and just saying it because he was tired of holding it in all the time

• “(y/n)..listen i like you, if you don’t wanna be with me that’s fine but i can’t just not tell you i want you to be my girlfriend”

•it wasn’t very romantic but he was relieved you wanted to be his girlfriend as much as he wanted to be your boyfriend

• very chill boyfriend! he’s totally fine with just chilling with his girlfriend listening to music and just talking!

• big spoon but once in a while he does enjoy some small spooning (that’s a secret between you both)

• he’s still kinda stubborn and cocky, if there’s a small argument it’ll take him a while to feel the need to apologize unless you express how upset you are with him

• but he tries his best to avoid any arguments with his girlfriend, he really doesn’t wanna loose her :(

• i wrote this in a ship but he probz calls his girlfriend things like babe, baby and sugar

• he’s definitely not big on pda, he doesn’t mind holding your hand or snaking his arm around your shoulder or waist but when you kiss his cheek in front of everyone he gets all flustered hehe

• he’s the jealous type but only when it’s completely obvious someone is flirting with his girlfriend

• other than that he’s really chill with you hanging out around other guys and doing other things that don’t involve him because he has things to do too and he trusts you!

• jeff is the type to take his girlfriend out in the middle of the night just to look up at the stars

• “(y/n)! wake up c’mon! don’t be a lazy brat i wanna show you somethin”

• that night he dragged you into the woods, helped you climb a tree and just showed you how pretty the sky can be at night

• i feel like jeff listens to nu metal bands and collects vinyls, he takes such good care of them and has pride in his collection

• if you’ve never listened to certain bands he’d definitely put you onto new music

• “you’ve never heard of deftones? lemme find one of their albums for you”

• jeff would be confused if you asked him for one of his sweaters, he would think you asked because you didn’t own one

• “what do you mean you wanna borrow my sweater?”

• “you know..sometimes boyfriends give their clothes to their girlfriends?”

• “oh..”

• he ended up loving the way it looked on you!

ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄ hi thank you for the request! i hope you enjoyed! ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

[yarart4ever]

Heyy♡ if it's not too much trouble I was wondering if you had any headcanons for Li Shan × panda mom? Thank youuuu💝

HUN I GOTCHU!

Li ShanxLily:(name headcanon for Po's mom :3)

mind you these headcanons will be how I perceive them in my "Lotus" AU book sooo... yeah! hope you like them!

also this post is gonna get long so just read the undercut TvT

rivals-lovers. lemme explain...

when Lily was training in the hands of Oogway, she was pretty much like... Tigress if she was a panda. which meant she was smart, level-headed, a natural leader, and bad-ass, but was still very much gentle and enjoyed playful banter. this is where Li Shan comes in...

in the scene when Li was describing how "smart, and beautiful (and had a tremendous appetite)" she was, I liked to imagine that he always had a crush on her (and since they lived in a small village, they obviously knew each other since they were kids), and being the teenage boy he is, he would tease her and mess with Lily during her chi training, despite her annoyance

when they were teens, Li would always pick on her, but Lily, knowing full well it's just playful banter, would pick back, and a rivalry had commenced!

some of the adults and even Li's group of friends had suspected that they liked each other, but being the kids they are, they would always act grossed out

one time, Li took his joking around a little... too far... (I'm not going into detail how it happened bc that would be spoilers.. but I'm gonna write it down in my "Lotus" book tho so watch out for updates! let's just say Lily got... really mad for it...)

Lily was really upset and didn't talk to Li for a week, which was when Li decided to drop his "bad boy" act and make it up to Lily...

while she was reading to herself under her favorite Lotus tree (wink wink ;3) to go meditate, Li managed to climb up when she hasn't noticed and pop out upside down with a bouquet of said Lotus', in hopes it would at least try to make it up to her... unfortunately though, the weight of the branch he was balancing upside down on, did not manage to hold Li's weight... and so he fell.

Lily giggles in amusement while Li gives her a sheepish smile and says, "Okay, karma's cruel, I broke something of yours, and now I broke my back, now do you forgive me?" she thankfully does and accepts the flowers, while saying with a smirk, "with a cute face and gesture like that, who am I to say no?" "Funny..."

gosh they are so cute... sniff... I-I'm not crying okay! you're crying....

Lotus' have always been her favorite flowers (wink wink again ;3) so whenever she's reading or meditating, Li would join in and bring her the very same flower...

they also love travelling and going on adventures together! (this could also be canon! ironic huh?)

they both love reading! especially new works and dialects from the worlds beyond

Li is surprisingly a very good cook, and loves making snacks for Lily!

He also loves to draw, and while Lily is training or going about her day without noticing, he would make doodles of her. they were finally brought to light when his friends were messing around with him, and when it was shown to Lily, she didn't get weirded out like Li Shan feared, she was actually really flattered that he saw her like that, and has even made a personal request to draw her a self portrait sometime

when Lily first came to terms with her feelings, she was at first in denial, not wanting her feelings for Li to be true, for she doesn't know much about love... but after talking to her mentor, Oogway, she has finally accepted how she has felt for Li, and being the competitive leader she is, she has made it her mission to confess first!

and so she did. one day while Li was playing with his friends, Lily comes in and sweeps him away to the Lotus tree, making him very much confused. when they get to the peach tree, she grabs a bouquet of flowers and hands it to him, and before Li could ask any questions, she just straight up says "Listen, I like you! like... like you like you, you are one of my best friends, but I want to be more than that, if you want it too. Do you accept or decline?"

Li just becomes a flustered mess and this comes out, "I-gah-er-uh-mm-you-I-wow-um-y-yes?? yes I very much accept??"

yo can we get some hype for dom!Lily pls? like yes!

mind you this was them when they were like, teenagers, like 16-18, I wanna have more for them when their older but I wanna leave that to my "Lotus" book and my hands are tired ;-; I hope you're satisfied with these headcanons cus I think they're cute!

[miazeklos]

More pics of ur kitties pls!!!

Noted for future reference, haha. Lemme introduce the gang (they're all rescues, so I'm presenting them here in order of arrival):

Ginny! She came into our life when I was nine, about to be attacked by stray dogs (her, not me; I just begged my mother to take her in). She was about a month old then; she's thirteen now and healthy and evil as ever. The apple of my eye. VERY trigger happy. Will scratch anything and anyone, which I assume is residual trauma of having to grow up around an overactive child that loved to overwhelm her with attention.

Loves to sit on old pizza boxes. Don't ask how we found this out.

Izzy/Isabelle for strangers. She's been with us for eight years. People will tell you I have a soft spot for her and they would be Right but I would not admit to it. Loves to cuddle; purrs very loudly. Literally never scratches or bites anyone. Will climb on your shoulders and sleep on your back. The definition of lovable. She was (presumably) hit by a car when we found her and her hind legs couldn't move, but she was okay in a few weeks. We realised around that time that we'd be her forever home.

A Lady™. She's very curious and also loves climbing the Christmas tree, but she's so fast about it that I can't ever catch her at it long enough to take a picture.

Meet Matt! Bonus point for guessing what white guy he's called after! You can't really do much worse than the guy who guessed an actor from Friends!

We got him five years ago during a storm in an October just like this one - freezing and rainy. I was headed to class, my mother was headed to work, and he just ran out on the street and started following us and mewling. Literally couldn't move because he kept wrapping around my boot in his five-ish month old glory. We were in a hurry so we brought him home and left him there with some food and the other cats. Bit of a nasty shock for my brother when he came home.

The tricky bit about him was that he was literally too beautiful to give away. We had too many rescues in at the time and tried finding him a home, but he looks like a Disney-animated cat and a few people were like, 'he's very pretty but we've got to give other kitties a chance because HE'll find a home for sure.'

He didn't.

He's a bit camera shy, as you can see. We love him anyway. He's very polite, too, and about as delicate as a five year old Victorian boy.

And last but not least, here's Rhaegar! We got him two years ago; he was stuck in a basement in some building and we snuck him out. Extremely loud. Literally doesn't ever meow, just Screams at all times. Will eat anything. Will go anywhere, but likes hanging out on top of my library the most. Incredibly unhinged and also very stupid when compared to the rest of the herd, but he's very nice so it's okay.

Just look deep in his eyes. The lights are on but nobody's home. I love him so much.

[weemstar]

Ideas for new minecraft stuff

New fox skins (brown, black, black and white, etc)

A cat toy (maybe a feather on a stick u can use like a fishing rod but its got a set length and then u drag it around the floor)

Slimes being able to stick to walls and basically hop up them (it makes sense from a logical point of view and itd make them the only mob capable of climbing walls without vines or ladders)

Playing fetch with a tamed wolf with items like sticks (let me play with my army of dogs u monsters. If a fox can hold stuff then so can DOGS)

on the note of dogs.

1. More coat colors

2. Pls give them a tail wagging animation for when u have food or theyre just happy to see u

3. Begging animations where they do the two legged, paw waving. i beg of you

4. Dog armor. Lemme protect my fuzzy buddies.

Hat crafting. Please. I wanna wear hats. Maybe even let us make masks or something.

A carryable torch. Maybe it takes two or three coal or charcoal to craft but you get to carry it in your secondary hand. Probably will run out after a few minutes meaning u have to make multiple. Maybe it'll set tall grass and trees on fire if youre not careful.

Cheese making. We have milk already. And maybe it acts like cake and can be in a giant block and just get eaten piece by piece. Also maybe you can turn it into slices like with melons and then use it with bread and meat to make sandwiches.

Mouse or rat mobs. Spawning in mid to low light underground and will eat any dropped food they come across. But give them cheese and you can tame them and keep them as pets. Maybe they scare Villagers or something.

Clothes making? Maybe use wool and you can craft clothes and dye them like banners. Maybe they offer smaller perks like a scarf or coat or boots letting you move a tiny bit faster in cold snowy biomes.

Pls reblog this if u agree with any of it! I would appreciate it a lot!

[aseekerofthegreatperhaps]

In honor of the first snow

Neil Perry x reader

I don't own Robert Frost, you or dps

It had happened over night. The soundless white snowflakes had covered the grounds of Welton knee - deep with snow without anyone noticing in the darkest hours. When you woke up, you couldn't help but be excited when you saw the snow, although it meant that it would be hella difficult to get to your classes on time. But it reminded you of your home, where you had always greeted the snow like an old friend. You dressed in silent anticipation, bathing in the grey light the weather caused. While tying your hair, you watched the shadows of the flakes dance on the floor. This season always caused a slight melancholy inside your heart, but you were looking forward to Christmas very much. Glancing at your schedule, you saw that Mathematics with Mr Wright was your first class for today. "What a waste of time that I could spend outside", you muttered to yourself quietly while putting on a hat. But it wouldn't help to complain, you would just have to do your homework quick after classes. Sighing, you pulled the door behind you shut and stepped into the hallway.

Once outside, you immediately thought that you had underestimated the cold a bit, considering you were wearing a long sleeve shirt and no scarf. Luckily, the main paths had been freed of snow and you didn't have to fight through the tons of snow. Pulling your coat tighter around you , you started the walk through the walls of snow, occasionally marvelling at the sight.

When you stumbled into the class room ten minutes later, your cheeks were reddened and your hair was completely dishelved due to the hat, but you were just glad you had arrived on time. Flopping down on your seat next to Neil, you couldn't - as usually - believe that you were friends with him and got to sit right next to him. He wasn't the most popular guy or anything, but to you, he was the most beautiful human being. And although being the only girl in an all - boys school surely made you somewhat special, you never understood why he chose to be so close to you. "Y/N?" Someone snapped their fingers in front of your face and you spun around quickly. "Are you alright?", Neil asked, his eyes laughing at you kindly. "Sure", you replied, shuffling on your chair awkwardly. Cringe. "The snow is insane, isn't it?" "Yep. Had some trouble not freezing. But the thought of algebra kept me warm." He laughed. "Alright gentlemen, in case you didn't notice, the bell just rang. If you'd be so kind to concentrate on graphs now?" Ugh. Mr Wright had eventually arrived. You groaned quietly and Neil chuckled knowingly beside you. It still happened that teachers just oversaw you, but of course you were also annoyed by the thought of graphs. Neil really was a blessing there. Throughout the lesson, he continuingly explained things to you, effortlessly solving tasks you knew would cause you trouble in the upcoming exam. You dropped your pen, the thought of the exam not helping your melancholy and stared out of the window for the rest of the lesson.

Neil

She seemed a bit more absent today. I watched as she sighed softly and tucked her hair behind her ear, probably not even noticing judging on her stare outside. I had caught her daydreaming more than once lately and wondered why. Maybe the season made her think about her family, or maybe - she was longing for a certain someone? No, I would have noticed, I told myself. She still didn't seem to notice my amateurish efforts to court her. Charlie was always telling me to "Seize the day" and "Just go for it", but it wasn't as easy. She was just - so perfect, after all and I most certainly didn't meet her standards. I averted my gaze from her and stared into my book again, not understanding the task in the slightest.

Your POV

After a gruesome lesson, you were relieved to be freed to roam the hallways with lunch in your minds. "psst, Y/N" You turned around, Neil brushing your shoulder as he did the same. "Knox?" "Sorry to disturb you two lovebirds, but Charlie demanded we meet due to the honor of the first snow". He winked at us and added :" Half seven at the cave", before leaving. Lo-lovebirds?! Was all you could think about as both of you continued walking, casually chatting. What could he possibly mean? Did someone notice your crush? Or did Neil..? No, impossible, you decided firmly. No wrong hopes. "What about we grab a few apples for later?", he asked you in a hushed voice. You hadn't even realised that you had reached the dining hall. "Y-yeah, good idea", you responded, still a bit confused and flustered.

This evening after dinner, you had the weird feeling that something special would happen. It just was a particularly magic one. With it still snowing, a quiteness had settled over Welton and it had gently smoothed out sharp shadows, making everything seem peaceful and asleep when you eventually left at six. You were supposed to meet your rebellious friends outside and so you quietly snuck down the staircase, two apples in your coat. It was dark outside already, causing you to jump slightly when you saw the silhouettes emerge from the shadows. "There she is", someone exclaimed contently, probably Charlie. "Let's go then, shall we?" You nodded and the little group made its way towards the forest. The paths were slippy and it was still freezing. "Anyone brought some more food?", you asked into the pitch black silence, your breath causing a little cloud in front of you. "I convinced Sam to borrow us some bread rolls". "Borrowed?", you laughed. "Aye, he didn't notice yet, so don't tell him sweetie",someone added. You giggled quietly and suddenly felt Neil's presence beside you. He was smiling, it was radiating off him somehow and filled you with bliss. Unbeknownst to you, Neil had had a strange pep talk with Charlie minutes before your arrival. He planned to finally confess to you, but he still didn't know how. "Just charm her, Neil!", Charlie had cried out. "Compliment her! All girls like to hear how wonderful they are". Compliment her. Neil had thought about this mission for the last thirty minutes, but how could he ever able to sum up what you meant to him in an attempt to flirt? He would have to do it spontaneous. "Watch out Neil the entrance!" He ducked just in time. "Heh, head in the clouds today?", you joked. Neil forced a smile and motioned for you to climb into the cave first.

Inside, you immediately tried to ignite a fire. You sat down on your usual spot and weren't surprised when Neil got down beside you. He always followed you in school too, being your invisible shadow, but today he seemed to always stick with you. It grew darker every minute and it was lightly snowing by now, a few snowflakes tumbling into the cave. "Look at that fine snow", Charlie exclaimed, attempting to successfully light a cigarette. "Let's search for snow poems!" You chuckled. Those boys. "Oh wait wait I got one! ", Meeks shouted, adding to the overall amusement. " Dust of snow! By Robert Frost", he said, standing up. "'The way a crow shook down on me the dust of snow from a hemlock tree, has given my heart a change of mood and saved some parts of a day I had rued." He bowed ironically and you clapped for him. That poem described your winter melancholy perfectly.

A couple of hours later, you all decided to head back to the academy to not get caught. As everyone had climbed outside, you realised you and Neil were the last one left. "Well.. We should probably get going", you said, trying to destroy the wall of awkwardness that slowly built up between you. Neil was behaving weird, you thought. "Y/N, do you uhh do you know you have really pretty hair?" Hair? What was he talking about? "I - I never paid special attention to it, but.. thanks?", you said, confused. Where did he think he was going? "I just um- and you're very smart too!", he added, as if he had just realised it. "Thanks?" You were blushing pretty hard right now. Was he just messing with you? Did he know about your crush? "Gosh, this is really creepy! How did Charlie not know I'd be so bad at this..", he mumbled to himself, not looking at you. "Neil?" His head snapped up. "Did Charlie tell you" - you tried to calm your racing heart. It was now and never. - " that I.. like you?" There. You said it. You had just confessed what you had carried with you the past few months. You avoided eye contact. " You probably didn't mean that", you laughed and tried to blink the tears in your eyes away. You failed. "Y/N". His voice was painfully gentle now. Pity. You couldn't bear it and turned away from him. "Neil, I don't - I'm fine, really, just embarrassed and-" You couldn't finish that sentence, because in the blink of an eye, he had turned you around, his hand at the small of your back and the other supporting your neck, as he leaned down and firmly kissed you.

When you parted, he wiped your tears off lovingly and rested his forehead against yours. "That's exactly what I meant". You grinned and bit your lip. "Catch me if you can", you whispered, running outside into the gleaming white.

Ok pls lemme know in the comments what you think of this sappy - af - one shot :)

[cursedcurios]

👀 plz fuck iggy up

// pulls out receipts

b O I

doesn’t listen to her when she says he needs to do smth, and then complains about the thing he didn’t do 

also complains when she uses “fleek” and “meme” wrong

sure, she does it just to mess with him but he doesn’t have to lock her out of the room for it

pulls her by the shirt a lot when she’s tryna fite someone, so she has to buy some more bc they’re stretched out :/

“he called you a freak, lemme go!” / “hazel, pls, he’s a ghost” / “I CAN FIGHT GHOSTS TOO”

throws her over his shoulder a lot

which means she gets a face full of his BUTT 

refuses to bend down so she can kiss him sometimes, so she has to climb him like a fucking tree

hogs the blankets and pillows during naps

is totally cool with watching other ppl do stupid fun shit, but gets all “hell no” when hazel wants to do it

“but iggy it’s gonna be so fleek!” / “....u know what go ahead” 

teases her about her crushes a lot

IN FRONT OF SAID CRUSH

has hit on said crush for her at one point

has threatened to pick her up and drop her if she didn’t chill out

look who’s talkin’ bud

doesn’t let her put elf ears on him during christmas in an ironic twist

only tells her he loves her when he’s A) half asleep or B) trying to get her do get smth for him

and when she tells HIM that she loves him, he always says ‘lmao gay’ 

sneaks out of camp all the time, but gets grumpy when she does it

“you should’ve let me come with” / “no i had to go pee” / “so?”

[kyuuzuchiha]

under cut for length ><

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1. What does your muse smell like?

Naruto is a huge fan of watery scents as far as body wash or deodorant goes. He probably smells like some kinda food though to be honest. He may smell like some type of mint though, because he’s probably nervous about smelling bad.

Sasuke smells like earth--trees, dirt, the great outdoors. He smells like he’s been walking through a field of flowers, or laying in a bed of grass, or climbing a pine tree, or digging in the dirt.

2. How often does your muse bath/shower? Any habits?

Naruto probably showers like once every 2-3 days, unless he’s been training really hard. He’ll shower after every training session, and quite frequently during missions if he can. But if he’s not doing much and he doesn’t have a reason to, he won’t shower for a couple of days. He brushes his teeth almost compulsively though and will do a little “wet nap bath” to stay sanitary as possible between showers.

Sasuke is very clean. He definitely showers at least once a day, more if he has a reason to. He washes his hair like every other shower, but wets, conditions, and combs it every single time. If he can’t or doesn’t want to shower, he will still wash his hair, or at least wet and comb it. On missions, he will seriously stick his head in a stream just to comb it. He carries wipes with him so he can clean his hands and vital parts on missions that would require him to go without. His hygiene is highly on point. Boy is fresh and clean as can be in all aspects.

3. Does your muse have any tattoos or piercing?

Naruto in canon has his Eight Trigrams Seal, which is kinda like a tattoo? In modern aus, the seal is a tattoo on his stomach. In some verses, the whiskers on his cheeks are also tattoos. No piercings.

Sasuke in canon has his Cursed Seal of Heaven for some time, which is also kinda like a tattoo?? In some verses where seals like this don’t exist, the tomoe of the seal are tattooed on his body. No piercings, but I imagine in some modern verses, he’d be into it.

4. Any body movement quirks ( ex.knee shakes )? 

Naruto rubs at the back of his head, scratches at his cheeks, and throws out a thumbs up for almost no reason at times. He tends to throw his arm around people’s shoulders a lot, just to do it, and also elbow people too. He will even elbow the air sometimes, just out of habit.

Sasuke is pretty in control of his body, except his eyes. They’re quite expressive at times. He tends to narrow them a lot, even without obvious cause at times. If agitated or embarrassed enough, he can be caught chewing his lower lip or sometimes (in some verses) pressing against the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger.

5. What do they sleep in?

Naruto sleeps in loose underoos if he can. He’ll throw on a t-shirt for modesty’s sake if someone really insists on it. He generally has no shame about those things though. He is at a high risk of junk hanging out of his loose undies, but boy doesn’t even care.

Sasuke sleeps in nothing but tight-fitting underwear when alone. If not alone, he will sleep in a t-shirt and shorts. 

6. What’s their favorite piece of clothing? 

Naruto loves his orange hoodies my dudes. Seriously, any verse, boy can be caught loving his orange hoodies. I would say canon Naru loves his training gear most though. Naru in other verses just loves his casual hoodies.

Sasuke loves his button-up shirts the most. He kinda likes showing himself off a bit with a few open buttons if appropriate. Though, in canon, boy doesn’t care about being appropriate. Fuck practicality. His shirt is open no matter what LOL

7. What do they do when they wake up?

For Naruto, waking up ain’t easy. He’s gonna roll outta bed and shuffle with eyes closed to the bathroom. His first priority is going to the bathroom. Isn’t it that way with most people though? After that, he’ll go straight for some food. Immediately hungry.

The first thing Sasuke does after going to the bathroom and morning stretches is brush his teeth and wash his face or shower. This wakes him up quickly, and he appreciates that.

8. How do they sleep? position?

Sasuke tries to hold it together even in his sleep, but he has so many nightmares and insomniac nights that he just falls the fuuuuck out when he actually sleeps. His sleep is messy, fitful, and kind of wild. He likes sleeping on his back though.

Naruto is just a mess. He needs his sleep to keep up with his energy when he’s awake. He falls asleep fast, sleeps deeply, and sleeps long. He sleeps on his stomach and just twists and turns himself into a cocoon of blankets usually.

9. What do their hands feel like?

Naruto’s hands are probably comfortably temperatured. If he isn’t being his usual boisterous self, then his body temperature is probably low and his hands are cold. They’re a bit rough, cause he’s careless, and they’re strong.

Sasuke’s hands are warm, maybe even a bit clammy. Thanks to his rigorous hygiene, they’re dry. They’re also weathered from his tactical nature. Though, they’re somewhat soft from the lotion he tries to use, and definitely soft on the tops.

10. If you kissed them, what would they usually taste like?

If you’re lucky and Naruto was on a kick of being mindful, then spearmint or peppermint. If not, then chicken broth. XD

Sasuke would taste neutral I bet, if not like spearmint/peppermint of some sort. He brushes his teeth or rinses with mouth wash soon after nearly every meal so that his mouth is always neutralized. If he can’t, he will at least go use his finger with some water to clean out his mouth.

[fairy-cat-mother]

Part II

Time to take a hiiiiiike~

1. Me being top Dingus on the way to the trails

Hehhehehehh :3c

2. Aaaaaah feel dat sunshine mmmmm~

Taste them fl0wers And plamts yeeeeee~

☀️🌸☀️🌼☀️🌻☀️🌺☀️💐☀️🌹☀️🌷☀️👅

3. Have I mentioned—

I luff trees And Lea fs.

Mmm. 👌

4. Dear Moon,

What if.

I climbed this.

And we say,

Chuuuuuuuuu~

😳🙈😚🌙

aldhwjdjsjxkwhxkwhxakdjqkdje

5. My home. Lemme s w i m PLS.

i wan’ say mmhello~ to feyish pls 😚🐟

6. Hi. I’m sweaty.

7. HNNMMGGGGGGGGGFUCKYESMMMMM

💖☀️🙌☀️💜☀️🙌☀️💖☀️🙌☀️💜☀️🙌☀️

Mini Roadtrip today was Rad

TT^TT 🙌

1. At first it rained. And we went through a bunch of pretty trees.

HNNMG LE AF S

And. Then. The riverrrrrrr yeyeyeyeyeye—

2. And Then…

HONKERS!!!

Look at all those chickens akdjwkjdwldjsj

The B a b i e s. M y H. E. A. R. T.

They’re so f l oo f Y ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

3. Know what else is floofy?

Them Clouds

and my hair after the wind go fshwshfshws 🙌

✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️

4. Seriously. I love trees.

So

M U C H HNMNFGGG—

🌲🌳🌴🌲🌳🌴🌲🌳🌴🌲🌳🌴🌲🌳🌴🌲