#like I put it on this post bc booby

[usagiismh]

fem sasgay make my brain go oogaboogah

[hannyoontify]

casual - yoon jeonghan [teaser]

member | childhood best friend!jeonghan x fem!oc

genre | fluff, angst and angst and lots of angst, childhood best friends to ????

teaser word count | 1k (full fic est. 12k)

synopsis | throughout her childhood, jeonghan was the one constant in jeong-ah's life. he was her rock and she was his, but there was always an unspoken tension between the two, something that made jeong-ah's stomach flutter and her pulse race. was it casual, like jeonghan said? or was there a possibility of being something more?

warnings | none (in teaser)

notes | inspired from this post i made a while back! bc this was inspired by events that happened irl, i had to make it an oc so that things made sense (like their names) read the fic here!

“You should ask me why we’re in here instead of sleeping like everyone else.”

I let out a sigh that ended in a laugh. “Okay, Jeonghan. Why are we in here instead of sleeping like everyone else?”

Jeonghan immediately straightened his back and turned his body to face me, and I mirrored his movements. The way he looked at me with shining, excited eyes reminded me of the same 5-year old who enjoyed pulling on my pigtails and playing hide-and-seek.

Despite growing a lot in the past decade together, there were still some parts of Yoon Jeonghan that never seemed to change. For example, that mischievous look on his face whenever he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Wait here.” Jeonghan disappeared outside and I couldn’t help but smile at his excited, almost child-like demeanor. Resting my head against the wall, I looked up and saw the sloped ceiling decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars.

The door soon opened again and Jeonghan reappeared with a single cupcake, a match, a candle, and two mini party hats. “I know we all got in trouble with our parents today so we can’t celebrate New Year’s, but I still wanted to do something for you. I know how much you love New Year’s celebrations.”

It was true. When all six of us had gotten in trouble earlier that evening because Jeonghan convinced all of us to try and help him set up a booby trap in his grumpy neighbor's backyard involving popping firecrackers, I was greatly disheartened when our parents decided that our punishment would be a bedtime of 9:30 and no New Year’s celebration.

I was particularly more upset than others because my parents had promised me a year ago that this New Year’s celebration would be the year where I finally got to try champagne.

“Jeonghan, I-” I faltered. I couldn’t find the words to describe how grateful I was to have him at that moment. 

Jeonghan scrambled to sit in the empty spot next to me. “You can thank me and be impressed later, just put this hat on. We only have a minute left.” He snapped on his own party hat before sliding its identical piece over my own head.

With a shaky hand, Jeonghan struck the match and lit the candle that was stuck atop the cupcake. We had made these cupcakes earlier today, with the help of our siblings. It had always been a tradition of ours.

My family would go over to the Yoon family’s house for the New Year’s and we would spend the night. Jeonghan, his older brother, and I were the older ones so we usually resorted to playing video games, board games, and baking while our younger siblings played with toys or watched TV. Our time together was always fun and a big highlight of my winter break every year.

But two years ago, when Jeonghan and I kissed in the summer, something changed. Our conversations became more stiff and awkward and he seemed to avoid me and my text messages more often.

When I consulted my mother about this situation (minus the kissing part), she had laughed and told me, “It’s because both of you are going through puberty now. It’s okay, it’s natural! Your relationship is going to return to normal in no time.”

Albeit it did take two years and a global pandemic for the two of us to be back on speaking terms again, but I was thankful to have my best friend back.

Jeonghan looked at me with a bright smile as he softly began to count down, his phone propped up against the wall so we could keep an eye on the clock. The single flame of the candle seemed to reflect the hundreds and thousands of stars that Jeonghan held within his eyes. His long lashes fluttered against his pale cheek bone and that tear-shaped mole on his right cheek that I had always been fond of. 

“Five… four…” I joined him in the count down, our hands holding the small cupcake together. 

I’d grown to accept the fact that Jeonghan wanted to pretend that kiss never happened. I did a lot of thinking and reflecting to realize that it was our silly pre-pubescent emotions that had gotten the best of us in that moment. It never meant anything.

“Two… one! Happy new year!” Jeonghan cheered. “One, two, three!”

11 years of friendship helped me to immediately recognize Jeonghan’s intent when he began counting again.

When he reached 3, the two of us blew at the single candle and the flame flickered for a moment before it disappeared, leaving a small trail of white smoke in its wake. Jeonghan pulled the candle out of the cupcake and I dipped my finger into the frosting and smeared it across my best friend’s cheek.

Jeonghan smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes before dipping this thumb into the white frosting and spreading it across my forehead. “Simbaaaaa.”

We both erupted into a fit of childish giggles as I tried to smear another glob of dense, sweet frosting onto his face, but he dodged my hand successfully. But because Jeonghan was blessed by the genetic gods and had much longer arms than I did, he was able to reach over and smudge another spot of white frosting onto the top of my nose.

“Ewww!” I cried loudly.

Jeonghan tried to shush me but it was too late. We heard a door upstairs opening, and a pair of footsteps moving down the stairs. Jeonghan and I held onto each other with bated breaths and when we heard the footsteps slowly fade away, we let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Maybe they’re just grabbing water or some-” As Jeonghan whispered into my ear, the doorknob of the small door rattled and opened, revealing Mrs. Yoon, half disheveled with a face mask.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to suppress the giggle that was threatening to erupt as Jeonghan fumbled to find the right words. “H-hi, mom. We were just-”

“Out. Both of you. Now.”

Uh oh.

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[pollenallergie]

cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

[wildflowerwoodsworld]

So, I figured I should finally get around to doing a post on my four main OCs, bc they keep popping up in fics and I'd like to have a visual reference that's easily accessable.

Starting with my oldest OC and the one that's technically a canon character, my version of Finral's mother, Fiona Roulacase! I've done a Fiona character study here

Fiona is a nice person. That being said, her view of the world is very much "as long as me and mine are safe, I don't care." to save her family, this woman will burn the world.

Not only is she a Spatial mage, one of the rarest types of magic there is, she is a Roulacase and has the family ability of walking/portaling through most wards like they aren't there (this power comes with the price of never being able to use offensive Spatial magic). If she has been somewhere before, there is absolutely nothing anyone can do to stop her from returning there. This shows itself in her personality; she's cocky and her confidence borders on arrogance. She's impatient and finds listening to other people's personal problems tedious if they aren't part of her circle.

Fiona's main spell is her portal spell; Spatial Magic: Seraphim's Gate

Tondra Sturm is, in a word, ruthless. She is Fiona's best friend/girlfriend (depending on the story). I've done a Tondra character study here

She is based on the Evil Scientist/Chessmaster/smartest person in the room archetype, generally five steps ahead of everyone else and she knows it. She often forgets that people are, in fact, people and not just numbers/figures on a board because sometimes the fastest way from Point A to Point B is to just kill everyone in your way (this is generally the point where Julius steps in to stop her from committing mass murder).

She has weg from messing around with forbidden magic "just in case we need it." This woman's backup backup plans have backup plans. She's also the sort of person to put lightning booby traps after water booby traps so if you don't down you get electrocuted.

Tondra has trouble understanding other people and things like emotions. She can come off as cold and even heartless to people outside her circle but does try to listen to the advice of her friends.

Tondra's main spells are Lighting Creation Magic: Thurderer's Spear and Lightning Creation Magic: Lightning Wheel which create a spear and a shield respectively.

Lana Vaude is the least developed of my main ocs, but I love her all the same. She's Finral and Langris' little sister, a Silver Eagle and has a rival in Solid Silva (she has punched him in the face so many times). I've done a Lana character study here.

Lana Vaude as a character is fueled by spite. She's not good enough for her father, her magic is completely the wrong type for him to bother with her, and she's second in her mother's attention after Langris. Finral is definiately her favourite brother, but she and Langris are closer than it might originally appear as Lana wasn't foced into the same competition the boys were and Liliane didn't want either of her children interacting with Finral any more than necessary.

She spends a lot of her time in the Silver Eagles outpost on Raque beach because every time she is in the same room as Solid Silva, they get into a fight and Solid always loses despite A) having the attribute advantage and B) being a year older than Lana and Nozel is tired of listening to his little brother whine.

Lana's main spell is Fire Magic: Starburst which creates lots of tiny fireballs that go flying in every direction

Last, but definitely not least, we have my most recent OC; Lia Bardsley. She started out as a DnD OC (you can find her in @/thoughtfullyrainynightmare's incorrect DnD quotes) who bullied her way into the main story for my Everybody Lives au and expanded from there. I've done a Lia character study here.

Lia is, in a word, chaos. Almost constantly chattering at a speed of five hundred words a minute, this woman cannot sit still and will talk to anyone who so much as stands next to her for five seconds. She has a gift for getting people to tell her their life stories without her giving them a single bit of information about herself; this is very useful in her job as her job is literally to talk to people and catch the problems before they can become problems. This doesn't earn the Green Preying Mantises any stars, but it does mean that the area of Clover they oversee has the least issues out of anywhere in the country.

She's a prankster by nature and her favourite victim will always be Jack, even though he nearly always throws her out a window for her pranks when he's not involved in planning them (the one time he didn't throw her out the window, he threw her off the roof). That being said, Lia has about as much respect for Jack as Yami has for Julius, even if she doesn't always show it. If he tells her to do (or not do) something, then she listens.

Lia's main spell is Air Magic: Chrysalis which creates a platform or barriar made out of air in any shape she choses. She regularly uses this in her day to day life to hover in the air so she's at Jack's eye level when they're talking.

[taeiris]

okay guys here’s my crazy unsupported st5 theory that is mostly just me projecting my need for madwheeler bonding and drama and angst also byler duh

disclaimers: i never make theories so this is extremely messy probably, i know jack dookie abt writing shows i think of this as my own little version of what i would think would be very cool to happen, if this has loop holes dont ask me anything bc idk either

OKAY LETS GET ON IT

so first things first here is what i am taking into consideration for the theory to happen:

• mike pov, self reflection and introspection (he is gay and in love with will byers okay)

• madwheeler bonding, theyre both complex n misunderstood

• the upside down isnt just one dimension, i came up with this bc of how different the ud looks now

compared to when henry arrived.

to me theres like an umbrella dimension (yellow one) and others under it (blue one/hawkins ud, the void, etc)

this is also lowkey supported by the silly boobie diagram the writers posted abt

OKAY PREPARE FOR THE WORD VOMIT

in this silly theory of mine, a new dimension variant of the ud will be revealed in season 5, serving as a parallel to the void. this is where max is

OKAY another thing is this is also heavily based on those “leaks” that were going around twitter (for me at least) earlier when the strike first started. i remember a few of them claiming that we would get a deeper insight into mike and his own things, so this is my interpretation

this would serve as another vanishing, not really bc its shorter, but this time mike will be getting stuck in this other dimension, eventually finding max BOOM madwheeler serve

i mean look at them. the potential is insane

ANYWAYS

this dimension is like a combo of all the other ones, picture it like the hawkins ud, with the void’s wet floor maybe

lets go back to the fact max is here, this is her coma nightmare, its like this purgatory dimension vecna put her soul in

in this dimension inhabit your ghosts

this overwhelming, haunting, tormenting realm in your mind where you are constantly confronting all your bad memories, maybe this is kind of how vecna keeps max under his grasp, no happy memories allowed

okay so, mike gets there. how? when? i dont fucking know this is honestly just word vomit fanfiction to me

at first hes confused, scared but mostly confused, picture him screaming for wills name (the parallels) at first it’s empty and eerily quiet, but as he accepts it, the ghosts start coming in.

he gets BOMBARDED with these bad memories, some of them he cant even remember because come on, bro is always neglecting his internalized feelings/monologue in fear of what they say about him

this is where we get his pov on the whole will and eleven situation, amongst other things (like the way he’s constantly stressed thinking about the safety of the people he loves)

for a moment we see him break, bc these ghosts are LOUD and MANY

but it stops

max is here, she’s like “MIKE?”

“MAX?”

shes been here for a fat minute, she knows how to handle these ghosts in fact shes been going thru them one by one ever since, because shes done hiding. and she suspects that the only way to get out is by confronting them.

max saves mike from his ghosts, explains that this place is seemingly a purgatory with levels of memories and ghosts to overcome

this is how we get our madwheeler bonding we so graciously need, as they are part of eachother ghosts since theyre so similar it makes the other mad

this is how our complex misunderstood characters are broken down, explained to the audience, while also discovering the mystery that is this new dimension where at the finish line they might just figure out how to defeat vecna.

because they will

after overcoming the ghosts they find the place that vecna didnt think they would reach as he was so sure they would break and collapse on their own madness

think of it as how el found the source in season 3

or how max found vecnas lair after running away in dear billy

except this place is vecnas actual mind, they can see hear and feel what vecna is thinking, his plans and everything

mike wonders how will feels being able to feel this all the time

will feels this all the time

will is always connected to this piece of vecnas mind, to this source

he can always hear vecna

until he suddenly hears max… and mike and theyre calling for help

theyve figured out key clues on how to defeat vecna, and they have an idea on how to get out. this is how will’s connection comes in handy

mind walkie-talkie

maybe thats what this theory should be called, idk

-

so thats how we get our byler confirmation, madwheeler bonding like never before, mike focus, and the key to defeat vecna

at least in my head

i know this was messy and all over the place but it was very fun to explain and drop all my thoughts ive been vomiting on the gc for months now

let me know what you think, what you would add, if theres anything you think will support this theory?

its all just a theory, for fun! pls keep that in mind

thank you if you’ve read this far🫶

[dapper-lil-arts]

i love your coloring, its very easing to the eye :) i love as well ppl who draw their sonas a lot, cuz i want to be like that lol. and i love all the memes u draw!! and i really love & appreciate the unashamed sexiness thats not just Sex Horny Art Post but just existing as a sexual being. idk how to put it but art thats sexual in that big tits big ass nipples out etc but its not like "i draw this bc it is sexy and makes money/gets clicks" but is bc its what you enjoy and what u love. idk i just feel like esp with ur sona drawing so much ur art is just bursting with a lot of happiness and warmth and that u enjoy it and it comes thru in the art and it makes me really happy 💓 idk if im just imagining it T_T but i just rly like following ppl who draw what they enjoy drawing, end of story

so freaking true!!!!! i love drawing and art and boobie and the world!!! thank you so much!!!

[degrees-of-fuck]

Thinking about my PCs and their traits that reflect/result from their creacher TFs ! (I know there is no sheep tf, but. I Like Lettie being a lamb girl. it’ just Works and. I like them..)

Clara:

Craves That Mineral. She puts WAY too much salt on all savoury food because she doesn’t want anybody to see her using an actual salt lick. Her favourite dessert is salted caramel icecream lollies. Or popsicles if you’re american ig. Either way, she gets super lethargic if she doesn’t get enough salt.

Gets a lot of pain if her milk is too pent up, so she tends to milk herself and fill bottles with her booby milk. And then sell it at a wildly marked up price with a bunch of listed health benefits of... Dubious credibility.

Clara is... Iffy about being touched for the most part. At best. BUT, if she likes someone and is in a mood for it, petting her head or stroking her upper back tends to make her relax. Elsewhere is whatever.

clara has killed more people in a year than sharks /j

She does like a nice smell! Her favourite is Lavender. (Probably smells like it most of the time, if she gravitates toward it)

Freaked out by new objects. If you put a new thing in the orphanage common room, she’s just gonna deeply distrust that new thing. She won’t SAY it because that’s Weird but. She doesn’t like it.

She has at least once (read: almost definitely multiple times) licked Sydney’s neck while cuddling. Likely Robin’s too. Cow grooming behaviour, man.. embarrassing stuff. I think that being Sleepy makes it more likely to happen.

Likely to sort of lean her head against someone while she’s flirting with them.

I WANT HER TO HAVE EAR WARMERS IN WINTER. To avoid frostbite... : ( And also it would be really cute.

I read that cows aren’t super strong at breathing and are pretty vulnerable to things like pneumonia. So this is leading me to decide that Clara just so happens to be asthmatic.

Overall, I think she’s very Restrained about the whole thing?? She’ll do things on purpose to Endear herself to people if she especially wants to, but otherwise she tries not to show the signs of it much.

Esmee:

I’ve yet to do her later game design, so I’ve not posted what I’ve currently Got yet, but I Will say her feathers are based on those of an Azure Tit. So. That’s the kinda bird we’re keeping in mind here

lmao beautiful birdsong except she’s singing about how she wants to get Nailed, or summoning birds she’s friends with to maul you.

While she’s running around the woods on her way to go do some treasure hunting, she Will snack on bugs on the way. They aren’t Filling bc they’re small, but. Just a lil snacky snack. : ) To the horror of anyone that’s walking past.

Like most tits, she’s sort of chirping and calling near-continuously, whenever she isn’t talking. She only really stops if she’s in a situation where she Needs to be quiet. (Class doesn’t count.)

Based on how knowledge seems to spread from tit to tit (hehe) I think this version of Esmee is a lot more inclined to tell people things, where she’d usually just sort of... Hoard her information. She has a tendency to watch everyone around her anyway? While usually this is just to collect blackmail and stuff, she also finds it makes picking up their skills and things like that easier.

I think her and her twin’s room has a nest in it. Like they have their separate beds and in a corner there’s just this huge pile of soft things that they like to sleep in sometimes. Every winter she goes on a stealing spree, where she takes blankets and scarves and coats from peoples homes to add to the nest.

She’s not very close with the other orphans, but. Based on Tit Nesting Instincts, I can kind of imagine her shoving one of the younger ones she’s more fond of into the nest to keep warm when it’s about Egg Season. She just. Incubates the Children. Thanks, Esmee.

Wing fluttering, plumage flaunting and general showing off of her feathers are Common Flirtation Behaviour for Esmee. Also a Good Dancer!!

Lettie:

Lettie is a Lot better at recognizing faces than an average human - or rather, she can recall a way higher number of them than a human can.

Has kind of an innate knowledge of what herbs will ease what ailments. Which is very useful, being chronically ill and all. Herbivore Powers <3

Her hair grows much faster and thicker than it does in any other universe and has a Different Texture. Still like. Ringlet-able. I’m not giving up the cute ringlets. But it’s sturdier, softer and Heavier. It’s not exactly like sheeps wool, but it’s... Different.

Because it grows so much, she cuts it a lot and spins. Maybe not exactly wool, but some kinda fiber out of it. Bleaches it first so she can dye it different colours and sell lots of it lol. (Is Kylar her best customer? Probably...) Keeps some of it for her Crafts tho.

‘Lil dark, but another way she makes money off of the whole lamb thing is uh. Selling bottles of Lamb’s Blood. Mostly to the church for ritualistic purposes, but also just. To people into the occult. ... Again, Kylar might be her best customer here.

I don’t think Lettie does anything to hide her less human-like behaviour. (Neither does Esmee, really. Maybe Clara’s just like that because she once Was human) She probably uses it to constantly and carefully influence how people see her, ideally as Sweet, Small, Innocent and Malleable (which paired with Power makes her Useful, which gives her more access to people to use and. Yea.) But ya, she is just going around bleating and hopping and being the platonic ideal of lambness.

When stressed or scared, she will tend to hide behind someone else. She herself isn’t much one for crowds (kinda has a phobia of them-) but she tends to feel a lot safer in a Small group than she does alone. She’s pretty much hardwired to find isolation Very Fucking Stressful.

When new sheep mothers make baby, they apparently tend to make a rumbling noise to bond with their young - and also to soothe them when they’re anxious. So if she’s so Inclined to, that probably is something she tends to do when she wants to Soothe someone.

Like a sheep, Lettie is Silent when she’s in pain : ) ... Primarily because she doesn’t want to attract attention, but Also because her instinct is to attack peoples brains with psychic powers when she’s upset, rather than to cry. But yeah, she usually just goes Dead Silent.

If you tilt her chin up and have control over her Head, it tends to make her body Relax. Which. ... Doesn’t always work in her favour to be honest.

[xx-burn1ng-h0ll0w-xx]

sorry I died 4 a bit oops

stuff has been kinda busy 4 me lately and i haven't been getting many asks so i kinda got bored here 4 a bit lol

b ut I'm not stopping from posting here I just get demotivated very easily

I'm working on my next ask rn bc I'm actually putting more effort into the comic things I'm drawing 💪💪💪 pluss it's gonna b a little lengthy so it's gonna take a bit 2draw ghfhfjfjfjjf

Anyways I drew my sona again alot of ppl like him so here's more art of my feral flower man

(boobie warning btw oops)

final warning

this was kindof a positive vent thing at first bc my bf came over and ilove him so much and he makes me happy abt myself fjfjrjelfjdkdjjchdbsh

AND before somebody says this is nsfw omg please don't it's just tits there's nothing remotely sexual about a tit

my sona is a guy (transmasc) and he can have boobs if he wants 2, it's kinda like a shape-shifting thing but not really. So please don't call him a girl bc he's not. Also don't be a creep bc he's literally me omg nasty

[4rthurfox]

(same anon as before, i Forgot about tumblr for a min) OH YEAH INTRO POST! ok so: you can put a basic "about me," yknow? a little description of who you are, what your art is, your fandoms, etc. it's a great way to let people in the fandom see you! you can also link to any other sites or shops you have! i think a great start would be "hi im kei, i posted a lot of rwrb art on twitter and now im on tumblr, yadda yadda yadda." let people know that YOU are the alex claremont-diaz booby artist!

lots of artists also put little examples of their work in their pinned post so first-lookers know what your blog has without having to dig through all your posts! you can also organize your blog with tags if you want

uhhh that's all i have in my brain rn. hope that helps! (don't forget to pin the post too, so it's the first thing that pops up on your blog!) have fun tumblr-ing

HI ANON thank you so much omg this is so detailed - will use this as a template for my post for sure

couple questions: by little examples do you mean the actual images? or like links to them? also is there a more aesthetic format to do it than just typing it bc i tried to do that and it looks ASS 😭😭

[princessgiggles333]

an alternate universe where everything is exactly the same on earth, but the things that are deemed fem and masc are switched. though the gender roles in society stay the same

it doesn’t sound that special in our modern era:

6’2, 260 pound man made of pure muscle posts a tiktok of him dancing while wearing a skirt and a cute lil top with bows and lace on it. it’s viewed as manly and sexy.

but a 5’1 woman with the perfect hourglass figure, long hair, and doe eyes posts a thirst trap wearing slacks and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off her forearms and ppl see it as adorable. nothing exciting, me thinks.

but imagine it in a more medieval setting:

that same man that could probably kill you with a punch if he wanted to? he’s wearing a long, pink dress with a corset, flowy sleeves, and a neckline so tight it squeezes his boobies up for all to view.… but the people of the village know him as their protector who’ll save them heroically from any incoming attacks.

that same cute lady wearing a loose tunic, trousers, and large leather boots? that’s the town whore, actually, because look at the provocative way she is dressing my goodness! put her in a full suit of armor with a sword and shield: how nice to see young women still dressing modest!

if the man were to put on a suit of armor, he’d be banished from the town because who does he think he is dressing all feminine? he is a man! this makes fighting very inconvenient. he wants to protect his village, yes, but he also wants to protect his poor body from swords and axes and whatever else is being swung at him.

the woman was caught wearing a dress one time, and she was berated for trying to be something she is not, told to know her place in the world.

they’re also besties bc i say so. and because it seems like they’re the only ones who think these policies and rules are stupid (they are! give this man some armor my god!)

[sherbovania]

for the artist ask game: 5/9/10/11/12/19/30 (you don't have to answer them all if you don't want ofc)

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself?

i post basically everything i make online save for about 5(?)% that get left behind on the cutting room floor. what can i say i love engagement i love attention :]

9. What are your file name conventions?

i usually name them in the pattern of "franchisename_subject" (ex. bayo_rosalatex.png or mgs_april30.png). sometimes i do not follow this naming convention and then i get really mad about it later because the file isn't where i expected it to be

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw?

baggy/loose tops are funsies

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what?

yep! i'll either listen to the Giant Fucking Playlist that i started 6 years ago on shuffle or put on some long-form youtube videos. like defunctland (he just uploaded today shoutout my goat)

12. Easiest part of body to draw?

probably the torso. faces take a lot of tweaking and adjustment but i can pretty much get the torso right on the first pass

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

weapons! it's a nice change of pace sometimes

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated?

this one! it kinda flopped bc of the community label thing on it (booby jumpscare) but i still really like the posing and the colors. also sami sweep

[kthyg]

; MARKED | JJK [M]

missions suck but you suck better.

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : smut, porn with little plot, pwp, spy/agent au

rating : mature

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

word count : 2k+

warnings: mention of child trafficking, lots of kissing (jk and reader literally eating each others faces out), biting, groping, ass and boobies fondling (🫶🏻 bcs jk is an arse enthusiast i just know), dom jk, sub reader, big dicc jk, blowjob, face fucking, spanking, throat fuck, marking as in carving on skin with knife (jk does it on reader's thigh. dubious consent — if this bothers you, pls do not read this), blood (bloody thigh), cum eating. grammatical errors are bound to be found.

note : IM not SORRY FOR THE SYNOPSIS 🗽 after approximately 2 months of disappearance, im here again with a filth smut 🥰 🥰 ha ha.. i’ll post a oneshot sometime soon🤞🏻 i put deception on hold bcs i cant write it now lol it was supposed to be out by early june like i’ve said but things happened 👍 anyway, here’s a short smut in collaboration with @zyphqr aka my concept supplier 👍

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💌 what is winter listening to? ; Taki Taki by DJ Snake (with Cardi B, Selena Gomez & Ozuna)

Jeon Jungkook is an undercover agent and is now on a mission to hunt down the leader of a criminal organisation. His headquarters recently found out about the organisation’s malicious activity which involves child trafficking so Jungkook and his team have been tracking the criminal’s locations as well as their activities.

Jungkook is an excellent agent, you could say.

He always has his own way to bring down his target and this leader is no exception.

He’s at the bar where his target made his deals and transactions according to the investigation reports. The bar isn’t crowded with people which makes it a tad bit hard to be subtle since he’s alone and it’s hard to distract the criminals.

So, in order to blend in with the surroundings - and for his own fun - he needs to find himself a companion to kill some time with while waiting for the chance to catch them.

He settles down on a not-very-obvious spot to keep a close eye on the leader and orders himself a glass of champagne. Taki Taki by DJ Snake starts to play, filling the whole bar with the upbeat music.

His eyes that are always scanning his surroundings land on the dance floor and on you.

Your body's a body to die for; enough flesh at the right places, curves all in the right places. Hips swaying to the beat oh so perfectly. Jungkook knows his gaze isn’t the only one on you. The men around you are lusting over you as much as he is. Your hands teasingly slither around your body and through your hair.

He brings the rim of the glass to his lips without breaking his gaze on your figure, sipping the champagne. As the song progresses, your movements are getting wilder and sexier that he couldn’t help but to stride towards you.

You’re a magnet. Pulling everyone’s attention to yourself.

Jungkook is quick to place his hands on you - shamelessly. His arms did not hesitate to slide around your waist. He knows you are aware of his presence when you press your arse back to his front. He smirks at that.

You reek of alcohol, he could smell it but he takes it as you are sober enough to send over a daring look to him. Your eyes are definitely not ones that are drunk or tipsy. Your gaze is sharp, dare he says, you are challenging him even.

Challenging what? He has no idea but he’s up for it either way.

His calloused hands find their way to your hips and move it to the beat of the song, grinding your arse over his clothed bulge even more. You let him, of course. You let him lead your movements as your head falls on his chiselled chest. His building bulge on your arse only ignites the lust in your veins even more and it seems like he is no different. His control over your body is getting harder and rougher.

Fuck, it only fuels your sex drive.

It’s only grinding on a hard-on, you are no stranger to this but hell, it made you wet. You want to blame it on the alcohol but your alcohol tolerance is high as you could imagine thanks to years into your career.

So it’s definitely not the alcohol to blame.

Even having a sweet distraction, Jungkook is always aware of his surroundings and he definitely didn’t miss when his target made quick steps into the hallway. The target walks to the hallway leading to private rooms with a familiar face. Their client for tonight, from what he had seen in the report. Sensing as if he’s distracted, you stroke his hardness. The sound that left his lips dampens your panties even more.

“You’re a distraction,” he whispers in your ear.

You squeeze his clothed dick. “Push me away then.”

Fuck, you don’t want him to push you away, not when his bulge is grinding on your arse so deliriously.

“I’d rather fuck you out of my system first, love.”

With that Jungkook pulls you out of the dance floor to the hallway. The target is doing his business in one of the private rooms and no signal is given from Jungkook’s team to attack him just yet.

One, two, three bulky men guarding the door.

“Have fun, Jeon.” One of his teammates tells him through the earpiece. “We’ll leave this to you now.”

A smirk crawls its way to his lips at the free command. He looks down at you who’s glued to his side, already looking at him with pleading eyes. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the nearest wall and his lips crash onto yours. Your lips are just like how he had imagined them.

Soft and sweet.

Tastes like fucking sin.

He would kiss you all day but he can’t so he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow instead. He kisses you fervently and you try to match the intensity.

“Fucking hell,” he growls into your mouth. Your moans and whimpers, all, are swallowed by him as he continues to deepen the kiss.

Hands on his sturdy chest, you push back to gasp for dear air but Jungkook has you under his mercy - or the lack thereof - hence his hand roughly grips your hair, tugging at your scalp and places your lips where they are supposed to be; on his.

His tongue works its way to lick and nibble on your lower lip, trying to pry your mouth open for entrance. Hot, minty breath hits your face as if your body isn’t already feeling hot because of the man. Feeling a bit too feisty, your teeth catch his lower lip, biting it and drawing blood. He grunts out a curse.

But much to your surprise - and maybe a tad bit of dismay - he doesn’t pull back, instead, he takes it as an opportunity and invitation to slip his tongue inside of your warm mouth. His tongue vigorously explores your mouth until you are left with no room for tongue fighting for dominance - not like there are any before. He takes away your breath with just a kiss.

Fuck it, that’s far from a kiss. You’d call it devouring.

Jungkook doesn't do kisses.

He devours.

His hands leave your hair and down to trail your spine and finally rest on your arse. He takes his time fondling your fleshy keister that he had been eyeing for since he first laid eyes on you. Your arse fits perfectly in his palm like a perfect mould. Pulling his tongue out, a string of saliva follows suit. Jungkook takes his time to admire your fucked out face - merely from a kiss.

“I’m barely starting and you look like you’re ready to back out once I let go of you, love.” He taunts.

You glare at him through half-lidded eyes. If he is distracted, he would’ve missed it but he doesn’t. Your reaction only spurs his lust for you. You don’t even notice your dress is riding up, leaving your arse exposed. His calloused hands grip roughly on your bum.

Your glare doesn’t last long nor did you have the chance to bite back any remarks, not when his hands spread your arse cheeks and a slap is pressed on the right side of your bum.

A gasp leaves your throat.

He chuckles darkly. “This arse,” Spank. “Has been asking,” Spank. “To be imprinted red.” Spank.

He lands one final blow before his hands creep up to cup your clothed tits. He fondles them slowly and softly, eyes never leaving your breasts.

All while it lasts, his softness, before he pulls down your dress’s bodice rather roughly.

He immediately attaches his lips to one of your perky tits, lapping around the areola and your pebbled nipple. He distributes enough attention to your tits as his fingers play with your untouched boob. Simultaneously, he pinches your nipple and biting down the other, forcing out a cry and a string of curses to spill from your lips.

His soft lips pull away from your flesh, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reaches your jaw and finally connects back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his hard-on pressing on your abdomen and fuck if it doesn’t make you shiver just by feeling the enormous bulge.

Your hand makes its way to palm on his clothed hardness with an up and down motion. Your hand is getting bolder at each stroke over his dick. In a hasty movement, Jungkook pulls away from your lips and shoves you down on your knees, eye level to his crotch. His half-lidded eyes are dark with lust.

“Looks so good on your knees,” he praises. “At my mercy.”

He cups your chin, raising your gaze up from drooling over his bulge. “Want to fuck this pretty face, hmm?” Thumb sliding in your mouth as he presses it on your tongue, prying your mouth to open wide and slide out. “Will you let me fuck your mouth?”

“Fuck, yes.” You don’t miss a beat to give him full control and consent over your body, to ruin you, overall.

A growl reverberated in his chest at your eagerness. “So desperate for a cock, huh?”

“Your cock.” That seems to do wonders on him as a possessive glint swims in his eyes.

Jungkook is fast to undo his pants and free his throbbing member. His dick is massive, you wonder if it will fit your mouth. Veins are prominent around his thick length which makes you drool at the sight. Your hands reach to feel his angry red tip that is leaking with precum but he is quick to stop you.

“Hands behind, love.” He commands.

You do as he says.

He grazes his thumb on your bottom lip before cradling your cheek ever so softly. He tucks away a few strands of your hair that falls out of place. It’s weird how this man in front of you can be so loving and soft but in another moment;

He’s the beast.

Jungkook doesn’t waste the time plunging his thick length into your hot, velvety mouth. The sound that escapes his throat leaves your core gushing wet as he bottoms up, balls deep inside your mouth. You try to ignore your gag reflex - it would be good if he could fuck your gag reflex away too - as you take him whole, pressing your face further until your nose hits his pubic hair.

You can feel him deep in your mouth down to your throat. He keeps your head in place, his cock buried deep inside to the back of your throat. Your tongue swirls around the huge length.

Praises spill from his lips. “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl, yeah?”

You moan in response. The vibration that follows elicits a deep moan from Jungkook. He pulls out of your heat only for the tip of his length to stay inside before he immediately pushes in everything. It becomes a repetitive cycle as he fucks your throat hard.

He grabs your head, controlling your movements like you’re nothing but a cocksleeve combining it all together with his hips thrusting into your heat.

“Gonna cum in this hot mouth,” he moans, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

After a few slow but hard thrusts, he finishes in your mouth. His hot loads fill your senses as you try to take in everything he gives, like the good girl you are. You end up sucking him off, heads bobbing up and down to milk him dry. You wipe the cum that had slipped out from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, bringing it to the tip of your tongue.

Jungkook pulls you in for yet another kiss and just like before, you’re an utter goner.

He tastes himself on you as his tongue delves into your mouth. His hand brushes through your hair and sits still at the back of your neck to keep you in place.

A cry of pain escapes your throat when you feel a sharp object cut into the skin of your exposed thigh. You pull back - at least you tried to - but your effort is worse than futile. Jungkook sets an iron grip at the back of your neck just to keep you from pushing him away, all while he carves at the expense of your skin.

You bite down his lip until you feel the metallic taste on your tongue.

He pulls away, freeing you from his grip, but his expression is definitely not the one you thought he would be wearing after being bitten until his lip draws blood.

He is smirking.

His tongue licks the wound you left on his lip. Your gaze drops down to your bloody thigh, the one that he had carved his fucking initials on.

“It’s fun hanging out with you, love, but time’s up.”

He turns on his heels. “I’d love to fuck your pussy but I need to take your boss down first.”

Fucking, hell…

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[incorrect-dying-light-quotes]

5 and 12 also :^) (crane--here)

5. who is your favorite character and why?

ok obv my favorite is rais and i am very attached to him but i can't really tell you why i even got attached to him in the first place. hes just so goddamn scrunkly hes like snoogly boogly hes my bestie bae booby beembo boogle bumbo blimple bingo and thats about the best way for me to put it

waltz is second fav character for the same reason <3 except hes also like better than rais. sorry rais

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

i have so many headcanons and ive heard so many headcanons that im not sure i can pick a favorite, so a few (lighthearted ones) off the top of my head:

- rais favorite animal being snakes and him having an innate connection to them will never not be both funny and very sweet

- trans karim <3

- nonbinary rais <3

- crane with tourette's <3

- karim having a big ass tortie cat named godzilla

- tahir's best friend as a child being his pet rabbit

- crane having a younger sister

- waltz letting his wife name their cat tango because she thought itd be funny and he just wants her to be happy

- ace spec waltz <3

- pretty much every disability hc i have bc i cant see a character and not make them disabled (im disabled) (i have so many disability/menthol illness headcanons to put in this post do u want me to male another one for just that)

- i hc aiden is short. like really short and small

- camden accidentally taming three bolters is rly funny and also cute in the same way rais and their snakes r cute

[randombubblegum]

ok the big rubber bracelets and your post about owl city are making me feel OLD. I’m almost 27 now and I remember going to Limited Too in middle school looking for an MP3 player because my only source of listening to music was on our ✨family computer✨, and I didn’t end up buying one but I did get a basic iPod from eBay or something and later got the iPod Touch when it came out (I was so blown away at the fact that the iPod Touch could access the INTERNET and I could SEND EMAILS). And then in like 2008 Fireflies was THE song to play on repeat everyday. Then there were the “I ❤️ BOOBIES” rubber bracelets that everyone wore and Hot Topic sold a million other rubber bracelet varieties. Most of mine were band-related but I had some other weird ones that probably said “ERMAHGERD” or something 💀 I also had 100000 other bracelets that I put on everyday, like you’d see in the Scene Pics of awsten. Everyday. Had to fill up at least half of my forearms for The Look.

LMAO NOOOOO UR NOT OLD!!!!!! GOD I REMEMBER LITERALLY EVERY ONE OF THESE THINGS im having flashbacks……. highlight reel……… first of all #rip limited too where else was i supposed to get overpriced graphic tees of monkeys chewing bubblegum or whatever to look like the cool kids at school. but also ohhh my god when i first heard fireflies on the radio when i was like 12 and made my dad get the mp3 so i could listen on my green ipod nano…….. i think all the owl city albums were the first i ever owned digitally and have probably listened to more times cumulatively than any other music in my life LMAO and i STILL love them. i also got the ipod touch when i was a little older and i fucking loved that thing it was my WORLD…….. i used to get in trouble bc i would lay awake in bed on the internet and talking to people and my mom was pissed but i didnt care omg i didnt even get or want an iphone til i was like 17 bc my ipod touch was all i rly needed. rip u beautiful bastard

im once again heartbroken i didnt have my scene phase at the appropriate time bc i would KILLLLLL to walk into a hot topic now and be able to buy all the rubber bracelets and scene band tees and gir hats my heart desires….. i did have a bunch of them tho LOL i wore a gir hat and stripes armsocks to school more than once which. hmmm. but i REALLY want those thick rubber bracelets for bands…….. i wear 2 wrists full of kandi and rubber bracelets NOW but it would be way more obnoxious and sexy if i could get like a million more and just go wild u__u i wanna be scene awsten level where they click when i move

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

Just for funsies, what about Tom and Maddie for SFSB?

Oooh! This was a difficult one considering we don't have a lot of human runners but that meant it was super fun! I have the chart but I also have notes for each character. And by "each character" I mean I did Agent Stone and Jojo too bc why not

Tom: I chose Strike Out for his projectile- I can't find the post rn but someone pointed out that you can see baseball stuff in his house and the way he throws the ring at the end of the film is a very pitcher-like throw, implying he used to be a baseball player (which means he can play baseball with sonic!!!) so I thought this was fitting. Though if it's too much of a stretch we can just have him throw donuts at people. The Boost was chosen due to him using the ring portal in the film, and the trap was based on vibes.

Maddie: Her projectile should be an adaptation of her tranq gun; as noted by the little boosters I put beneath it, I think it should be a mixture of Fireball and Harvest Time; it would shoot forwards, and when it hits an opponent it would borrow from the Harvest Time powerup and temporarily freeze them. The ring boost would be due to her connection with Sonic and the Chao-nado... honestly she seems like someone the chao would vibe with.

Stone: Either the Balkiry of some similar projectile that looks more similar to the movie!badniks, with the EMT boost brought to him by either Robotnik tech or whatever he's working for now... GUN Explosive Mine is based on vibes.

Jojo: She seems to be a bit of an artist from all her little drawings taped up around the house, so she gets a colorful Rainbow Blast Projectile. Her boost, meanwhile, are the Power Sneakers she shared with Sonic, and her Trap would be similar to the booby trap, preventing people from using their powerups for a short time.

[miekasa]

I saw this tiktok earlier of a girl talking to her boyfriend about wearing a certain top out and she said “do you mind me wearing this? It’s a bit booby” and he said “nah I don’t care, they’re mine anyways” and now I can’t stop thinking about eren saying some shit like that bc HE SO WOULD

LMAOOO I actually just saw that TikTok earlier today what perfect timing 😌 That’s definitely some shit Eren would do, and might I also offer: he’s the type to come up behind you while you’re trying to take your little selfie video, and just be a menace--put his face in your neck, put his hands on your chest, bite your ear. You’re gonna have to cut the video off if you intend to post it later plsss