#like hi hello person i've never spoken to in my life

[honorhearted]

trick? 😎👉🏻👉🏻 or treat? 👈🏻👈🏻😎

@awynter

Benjamin hummed, pretending to genuinely mull it over. "Well, I'm not sure," he said. "Are the options in question presented by yourself, or the delightful young Frances? Because even though my answer will always be the same -- treat -- it stands to reason that her treats might teeter along the cusp of a trick. And I'm not so keen on finding myself n.aked in a pond again."

[c1phra]

... ❝ MAKING WAVES. ❞ ft. robin x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : your quiet seaside town is surprised with a fresh face: one with a goal in mind, and her eyes directly on you.

꒰ contents ꒱ mermaid!robin x human!reader. kind of a little mermaid au? gn!reader. fluff. wc : 915

꒰ notes ꒱ i don't think i like the way this one turned out but i've been trying to keep this series drabbles :( this is the second part of my mermay series <3

There was a new girl in town.

That fact in itself wasn’t an oddity; Reverie Bay might be just a small town, but its name was firmly fixed as the #17 top destination spot in Dreamscape Monthly’s ‘underrated gems’ ranking. The area saw its share of sightseers flock in every year, eager to visit the famous seaside coves, and bask in the scenic views of the ocean. The place was practically built around its tourist industry, with souvenir shops, and cheap food, and plenty of attractions to keep vacationers entertained.

The presence of a new face wasn’t unusual, but it was the timing that made it strange—right in the middle of the off-season, during a particularly miserable patch of weather. Outside of summer, there were hardly any visitors at all. It made your job—working the counter at the local swim shop—an easy, but boring one, indeed.

When the bell rung overhead, you didn’t even look up from your phone, only calling out a “Hi, welcome to Reverie Surf, let me know if I can help you.” It was almost dusk, with less than an hour to closing time, so whoever had entered was likely just a regular; no need to move from your seat. Either that, or your coworker returning from her break a half-hour late, arriving back just in time to not get scolded by your manager.

“Hello there.” A sweet-sounding, unfamiliar voice calls out. It was much closer than you realized, making you startle. You blink up at the girl, your eyes immediately widening in surprise. “I’m new in town. Could you point me in the direction of somewhere to stay?”

Word of the new girl’s sudden appearance might have spread fast, but nothing could have prepared you for seeing her face to face. She was beautiful, the kind of stunning that left you speechless; soft eyes, soft lips, soft lilac hair tumbling down her back. Her outfit was the typical tourist’s regalia: an ‘I ♡ REVERIE BAY’ t-shirt with denim shorts, completed with a cheap pair of sunglasses resting on top of her head. She looked everything like the typical college student visiting on summer break; a sight that wouldn’t be out of place if it was any other time of the year, and if she wasn’t the most gorgeous person you’d ever seen.

“Hello?” She repeated, a touch of concern crossing her features. “Did you not hear me?”

You snapped out of your daze, face growing hot as you realized how long you’d been staring at her. “Oh! No, sorry, uh… there’s a hotel right by the beach, or–or a bed-and-breakfast if that’s more your style, but the cabins are pretty popular too—”

“Bed-and-breakfast…” The girl echoes, savouring the word like a piece of candy. Her expression is woven with fascination and intrigue, as if you’ve spoken a language she’s never heard before.  “What a novel concept… a bed, and breakfast too.”

“Uh… yeah.” You stumble out. “I-I can show you around if you like. Um… they’re all pretty closeby. If you want, of course.”

The offer sounds feeble, even to yourself. It almost makes you wince, hearing your own words ringing back in your mind, but the girl is unphased. She tilts her head, seemingly in thought, before nodding decisively with her hand outstretched to grasp yours. 

“My name is Robin.” Her smile is almost blinding, warm and bright and stretching across her face. “I would be honoured to have you show me around. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

—

Robin was doing fine. Better than fine, she was thriving.

She never thought life above the surface would suit her much, but feeling the sun—as weak, and cloud-covered as it was—felt nothing short of heavenly. The moment her tail melted away, replaced with two slender limbs extending down her bottom half, all of the scales chipped off too, leaving her skin soft and soaking in the light overhead. The webbing between her fingers was gone, her nails now short and unsharpened, and all of the inhuman features smoothed out to a perfectly normal, human-like face.

It was almost uncanny to peer down at her reflection in the water. So much had changed, and so little at the same time. But she couldn’t ponder over it for too long, she had work to do.

A week, she was given. A single week to sway a human into falling in love. The task itself was simple, but the time-limit made it… difficult. Humans were fussy, and prone to indecision, and love was the most fickle decision of them all. If it was just anyone, she never would have accepted a risky deal like this on such terms, but you weren’t just anyone. If ‘love’ is the goal, then she was already halfway there.

She could still picture you; the feeling of your body pressed close to her chest, wet hair plastered over your forehead; how hard she had fought against the currents to pull you from the depths, how low your limp body dragged down in the tides. And she remembered the moment she broke the surface, hauling you ashore onto the sand. It broke her heart to leave you there, but she couldn’t risk staying, not when she could already hear shouting voices breaking through the night. 

Robin’s breath caught in her throat at the memory. It would be alright. She would reunite, after which ‘love’, as it were, was an inevitability.

It was only a matter of time.

©c1phra 2025 : do not copy, translate, repost, redistribute, or use my work to train ai. reblogs are appreciated <33

[hazbinhotelreimaginedproject]

hi there! I'm a fellow artist and hazbin hotel fan..i just wanted to ask if you have an Velvette redesign? Also, can you follow my account please? Only if you want to. That's all I have to say rn. Love your work!!☆

Part. 7 The Vees

Hazbin Hotel reimagine/redesign! (For fun!)

TW/// Mentioned Sex trafficking & ED

🌐🦈Volt (Vox)🦈🌐

Reimagined! Vox desc:

A sinner with a shark form who replaced his face with his alias' namesake, The Television Demon was a TV salesman in the 1950's, obsessed with technological progress and a proud transhumanist. Imagine his surprise when it turned out the afterlife exists. ↓↓↓

The TV demon has the reputation of a coolheaded businessman, but his personality is neurotic to say the least. He is very loud, overly enthusiastic, and treats everything, no matter how minor or petty, with the highest level of seriousness.

He tried to get Alastor on his side, to show him that radio is outdated and he'd be much better off replacing his face with a monitor as well. Needless to say that interaction didn't go so well, and his clueless ass still has no idea what he said to make him so angry in the first place.

(Keeping the description vague so it can be expanded upon once s2 comes out)

💷🐅Valentino🐅💷

Reimagined! Valentino desc:

The biggest critique I have for both HH and HB are their weak villains. Much like Stella, Valentino feels like a shallow caricature of an abuser that adds nothing to the story besides 'abuse bad', and does little to warn or educate audiences about it. To me, his character is ultimately worthless. Which is why I overhauled him and made him into an abuser people could actually encounter in real life.

An exotic pet trader sent to hell, The Predator Demon began to shift from animal to human trafficking. He is friendly, soft-spoken, reads poetry, plays chess, and never talks about work in his free time. If you were to meet him outside the studio, it's easy to develop respect for him.

It's only when you see firsthand what he does to his employees that your beliefs would be shaken. Still, he'd assure you that it's necessary to discipline workers when they're not doing their job right. A part of you truly believes such a pleasant man would never do something like this without a reason, so you're inclined to believe him. He doesn't find Angel or even most people he works with attractive, he just does what he has to do to keep them in line.

💋😻Velvette😻💋

Reimagined! Velvette desc:

The youngest overlord to ever raise to the title, The Vanity Demon is a social media obsessed 18 year old fashionista. She comes from a rich family so she knows how to rub shoulders with the elite. She also knows how to make people insecure and dependant on her to 'fix them', so she quickly amassed enough souls to be one of the big 3.

She was the one who founded hell's social media where she promotes EDs, look shaming, and toxicity. While she likes to present herself as a diva, she is actually very preppy and unoriginal, stealing her workers' ideas and passing them as her own.

While she is tied to the angel's head plot, she gradually gathers more information on the who and how of the event. Eventually when the angels come to attack the hotel, she finally learns about angelic steel and who is skilled enough to weild it - Vaggie. Rest assured that little angel won't be leaving her sight any time soon.

Hello! Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like my stuffs!! I've been very selective in who I follow recently so I won't be able to follow unfortunately 😔, but this ask finally gave me the push I needed to redesign the Vees! I think their desighns fit them really well but with the AU evolving I wanted to fully me-ify them! Hope you have a great day!!! :33

[sergentreckless]

Jake Seresin Princess AU

Author's Note: Hello my little chili babies, I cranked this one out a while ago and I'm posting it right before going to a class, woohoo. It is the first thing I've written in this form, so don't be too mean please. I hope you like it!

Edit: I did not proof read this

Kisses,

Reckless

Warnings: It's pretty tame, AU, implied stuff? Let me know if I missed any please, love you

WC: 736 (super short)

Summary: You're a princess and Jake is your devoted Knight

Jake is your personal Knight

It is his job to protect you, to make sure you’re safe

And oh boy… did he love his job

Your curly hair bouncing off your shoulders as you frolic through the palace gardens. Running through rows of daisies and tulips, he can’t help but stare wondrously at your gorgeous smile. She looks so happy, he thinks, watching you.

As you continue to explore the grounds at your second home, only reserved for spring, your loyal knight will follow you everywhere. He is quite stoic, not talking much, but always observing. After all, it is his job to make sure you are safe; he certainly wouldn’t do it for any other reason. Not because he had fallen in love with you since he’d become your guard.

Your glowing personality drew him to you, and he had never been happier for a job placement in his life.

He had become an extremely respected and trusted knight after being a major lead in securing your countries victory in a war that seemed hopeless. He had been promoted to be the princess’ personal knight

Though he had never met you, he heard stories of your beauty. From the other knights that had protected the balls and parties your kingdom threw; he had been told all about the princess who glided effortlessly along the ballroom floor

How her hair fell loose on her shoulder

How she looked so natural and it was no wonder she was the kingdom’s pride and joy

After he had gotten called in by your father and appointed to be your knight, he could not wipe the smile off his face

And you…

Well, you were mighty suspicious of this new guard of yours

He is so pretty, too pretty… what brought a man like him into knighthood? Maybe he had an unstoppable dedication to protect his kingdom

As you get to know him, you learn to trust him more

You come to terms with the fact that he will be with you everywhere

You talk to him and joke with him, getting to know him more and more everyday

And he falls in love with you more and more every day

As you run through the fields of flowers, you dash towards your knight, grabbing his hand and dragging him along with you

He picks up his feet and follows along the pace you set, running behind you, desperate to keep up

He cannot lose you, but more than that, he does not want to be away from you, to lose the feeling of your touch

The cold gloves of his armor ward off the normal heat of the world, but your hand wrapped around his warms his soul

As you drag him through the grass and flowers, he recognizes just how far you are getting from the palace grounds

And as he opens his mouth to protest, you bring your lips to his unexpecting ones, still agape from the words stuck on his tongue, starting to process the new warm feeling you introduced

His princess was kissing him

He shouldn’t do this, this is inappropriate, this is wrong, he could be demoted, or hanged

But nothing he could do, no thought he could legitimately fathom, ever included him rejecting your kiss

It’s so warm, so inviting, so… everything he has thought of since he met you

He returns your kiss with little hesitation, so little so that you know he has never thought of truly rejecting you

After all, it is his job to listen to you and follow your orders, whether spoken or not

As you pull away, he can’t help but reach for more, a gesture that only gets met with soft giggles

Your foreheads rest against each other’s as he catches his breath from the intense grasp you held him in

“Sir Seresin, I desperately need your help with a problem I have been facing” you whisper into his ears, leaving him with goosebumps

As you bring yourself to lay in the thick grass covering the plains near your palace, you grab Jake’s hand, guiding his form on top of yours

He lets you bring him to the ground, gently pressing his weight on top of yours

Beautiful green eyes peering into your own, you bring your hand to his hair, nails scraping along his scalp, giving him goosebumps

“What can I do for you, Princess?”

[artsymeeshee]

Hello! I just found your laundry list of art last week, and I have to say…I LOVE IT! Love the instinct comics, Ford being cool never ceases to make me giggle, and I loved the autumn drawing. I’ll admit, that one had me in tears…made be believe in the what-if’s of my own family. What they…could be like someday. Or what I wish they were. Thanks for the tears, they were much needed.

 Anyway! This is what I came to message you about! Although,…I am extremely sorry for the late message. I tend to check back into tumblr at…weird hours of the night. Heck, it’s almost the next day as I type this. I seriously need to sleep more. So! I had a few thoughts on Stan and Ford relationship, and I wanted to hear your thoughts on it. Just a disclaimer, I’m kinda basing this off my actual life as I find these characters mirror personal events very closely! I am also a writer and soon to be author! Might post some archive of our own content about these two soon. Also, and this is the most important, I have NOT read book of Bill yet. So plz…no spoilers. Anyway, long introduction aside, let’s begin!

In my personal head cannon of these two, which I don’t imagine is ���too” different than how anyone else could see them, Stan and Ford have an extremely awkward and emotional conversation after Weirdmagedon. Why? B/c they’re both, to some degree, emotionally numb. In my opinion, why wouldn’t they? They haven’t spoken to each other in 40 years, properly, and they have repressed a ton of their emotions since then. It’s hard to bring that back up. (Speaking off of experience) I’d say even harder for Ford. Stan, thanks to the twins, has learned to loosen the locks on his heart while Ford kept running away from those emotions to defeat Bill. Just like his ambitions, that was the main priority, and everything else later. To me, this would explain why Ford never bothered to talk to Stan properly since coming back during the show. He wouldn’t know how to. If they were to talk, and this is where the writer in me comes out, I’d write Ford as the one that needs it most. He’s been traveling dimension for decades, running from the past that held him back…but he has no anchor now. Stan becomes that anchor, paralleling what he wasn’t when Ford was lost. And Ford…he just breaks. Like, completely breaks. And Stan is there with him, breaking like he is, but still there for him brother. Finally back after all those years apart. And as someone who has been on the side of neglect from one’s own brother…nothing would be me happier if we went to connect. Just like Stanley and Ford. And eventually, soon to be sailing on the seas to connect even more.

Phew…that was a lot. Sorry for the rambling. Told you I had some ideas! So, what do you think? Do you see Ford acting like this? If not…why? Genuinely, I’d like to know. Anyway, thanks for taking your time to read this. Again, sorry for the ramblings. Oh! One more thing, I know you aren’t taking art request right now, but would you be open to take them in the future? Say in 2 months time? Anyway, bye!

Well first off, thank you! I appreciate it! :D

And to answer your headcanon, I agree on it. Stan is definitely more open to talking, especially thanks to the kids. I mean there's still moments where it's hard and awkward for sure. And Ford would for sure have a harder time opening up, especially with the constant guilt and mistakes that replay over and over. And there's always that lingering feeling of "well, Stan has to hate me for what I've done" and it's always so surprising when Stan tells him differently and he never once hated Ford. Sure, was angry but never hated him. He had too much self-hatred to feel that way with Ford. And as many times as it needs to be said or repeated, it really makes all the difference when they tell each other how much they love and care for each other. As Alex said, "they're both so damaged, they desperately need each other."

As for the requests thing, most likely not. Only because I'm entering the busiest time of year for my work so it's gonna be a miracle if I even have enough energy or motivation for drawing if I'm not completely burnt out.

[jackiepackiee]

Hello, I hope you're having a splendid day!

If your requests are open may I ask for the flags x single parent reader romantic headcanons? I've seen the other one with the mad scientist and I just found it so amazing!

But of course, only if you are comfortable, I don't want to pressure you.

I shall say my good byes now as I have to leave.

Take care of yourself and rest.

Goodbye.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝔁 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Warnings- parent struggles

Type - headcanons

Of course I added Chuuya.

Albatross -

Did someone say the fun dad?

He admires how responsible you are

Quite literally watches in awe at anything you do

Making a snack? Wow. Hushing your kid from crying? He’s shocked by your skill

Your kid likes cars? He will have an entire lot for them.

Trains? Look, now the port mafia has a and it’s trained named after your kid

Almost like a brother, sorry

He’s immature and has never been around kids

So so gentle however

He’s not dumb, just eccentric after all

You’ll definitely walk in on him covered in paint by your kid, laughing and letting it happen

Tea parties? Tea parties.

7/10, congrats, you have a second kid

Pianoman -

Thinks the absolute highest of you

Will never pry on what happened to the biological parent

But if they hurt you? He’s pulling piano strings

The kid is babied, no matter the age

He’s a leader, and a protecter

The port mafia doesn’t even know you have one

He likes a quiet personal life

No nanny’s, he will clear his schedule if needed

It’s his kid now, and he’s ready to try his best

Smart man, makes sure to let you get plenty of rest

Knows it must’ve been hard being alone

So he wants you to recover from however long you missed the rest you’ve needed

You kid wants a new toy? He will counterfeit money and buy hundreds

9/10, a great dad

Lippmann -

Why the hell is your kid suddenly speaking other languages?

It’s Lippmann. He’s too smart and will make sure to compliment you in French, or Spanish, or German

Your kid becomes so well mannered

“Look, daddy is on TV!”

It’s always fun to have a movie night and watch his newest film

Your kid is an actor now, yeah

Expect many private shows staring your lover and your child

His favorite? Princess/prince with him as the knight

Such an incredible comforter to both you and your child

You’re stressed? He’ll make sure you’re okay while also dealing with whatever’s freaking you out

10/10, just perfect

Iceman -

So goddamn gentle

Your heart will melt, watch out

He’s soft spoken and it must be magic at how well he can console your kids whines

You may know of his work, but only what he does

Not the victims, days, times, anything

But you kid? Doesn’t know a single thing

“My daddy is a superhero”

Yeah, depends on who you ask

He is technically killing bad guys (bad guys to the pm that is)

When you lay down your kid he’ll pull you to the kitchen and play a record

Slow dancing and lifting you up with immense ease

9/10, you may have death of a overheated heart

Doc -

…kinda awkward

He is good with kids, of course

All his years in med school? He had to have seen some children

He’s shy with you, but not shocked you have a kid

Will never judge you, not for a second

Makes sure your body has healed correctly

Back pains from pregnancy (if you are the mom)? You don’t know how but he will heal it

Your kid is like a walking dictionary, muttering words that would only make sense to a surgeon

For a doctor, it’s ironic how much he offers candy to them

“Be good and you’ll get a lollipop from daddy.”

7/10, your kid is always healthy, but he’s a bit childish too

Chuuya -

if you’re a teen parent he won’t care

Supports you and your child with his new pm check

Remember that one wan episode when he said that he would spoil a puppy if he had one?

That’s how he is with your kid and you

You want to take the kid to a new amusement park but the lines are too long for the kid to wait?

He will rent the entire thing, boy has connections

A lot of the sheep were young, so he is good with kids

Won’t be great as a role model, but an amazing protector

Nothing will ever hurt you or the child

If you want, he will definitely let you move in

Warning, the house will be filled with toys that the two of you won’t know what to do with

Overall 7/10 his heart is in the right place but he’s so young

[drawingdroid]

That damn teal armor! I

A Din Djarin x Transmasc Mando Reader Story

Major spoilers for The Mandalorian Season 3 ahead!

Masterlist

Series summary: Din adopts not only Grogu but Ragnar too after the events on Mandalore. This is The Way. The three of them are living their little life in the cabin on Nevarro when you arrive, claiming the right to raise Ragnar because you are Paz’s younger sibling, who has been away for years, reuniting the other Mandalorians scattered around the galaxy. But there's something else: while you were apart from the tribe, you transitioned to be a man. Would Din recognize you? Could you get to an agreement and raise the boy together? Wrong! There's a problem: Din kriffing hates your guts.

Warnings: Reader is a trans man, goes by he/him pronouns, and had top surgery; angst, humor, and fluff; slow burn; pinch of enemies to lovers; eventual smut +18; grief and mourning; happy ending.

Series word count: 16k+

Chapter word count: 2087

Read it on Ao3

Author's note: Hello Din Djarin cult, I hope you're doing well. I'm still busy trying to stabilize my financial status, so I haven't been active. But I've been writing this for myself, and today I decided it was time to share it. There are very few Din Djarin x Male Reader fics out there, and even fewer for the transmasc folks. So in a moment of need, I had to write this to stay afloat. Currently, I have 8 finished chapters and drafted 18, so strap on for the trip!

Chapter I: The other Vizsla

“He had a warrior’s death.” You were sitting in the temporary forge, trying not to sob under the helmet. Paz was your big brother, and now, he was gone. The Armorer put a gloved hand in your teal pauldron. “You have done a great job reuniting the clans out there, you may rest for a while.” You nodded and got up from the crate you were sitting on.

“Wait, what about Ragnar, how’s…” You had been far away for years, but in one of your rare holocalls, Paz had spoken to you about the little boy with pride. And now he was all alone without his buir.

“Din Djarin has taken the youngling under his wing,” she declared, grabbing her tongs to start her work again. “You should talk to him, he’s trying to be strong, but he’s just a kid.”

Your jaw dropped under the helmet. Din kriffing Djarin had adopted your niece? Last time you checked, the guy was a laserbrain and a reckless, ruthless bounty hunter. And you were…a very differen person too. You felt how your blood started to boil inside you.

“I’ll do it, thank you, Armorer.” Tightening your fist, you stormed out of the forge, looking for the offending Mandalorian who had adopted Ragnar without checking with you.

After wandering for a while between the camp, you didn’t find a trace of him, so you decided to ask around. Reuniting the clans meant that a lot of Mandalorians from different backgrounds and customs were together under the same roof, so you could always find warriors wrestling here and there. It was chaos, but you liked it. The clans you had brought with you were starting to mix with the other ones and getting into fights: it was the first step towards blending. After asking some of the Mandalorians, a blonde Mandalorian woman, who didn’t cover her face as your clan, revealed to you the location of Djarin. She also warned you about the reserved nature of the man, who didn’t like to be bothered, especially at his own home, but if you wanted something, it was to annoy Din Djarin.

You borrowed a speeder bike and went to look for the little cabin the woman had described. The lava flats were barren but beautiful, and with the protection of your helmet, the dust didn’t get into your lungs, so you enjoyed the ride. It was recognisable even in the distance, the cabin stood on the horizon on the outskirts of Nevarro City. It was kind of cute, and a place you would never have imagined for Din. In the past, he didn’t look like the settling-up type. Maybe he had gotten old?

The first thing you noticed was the two little figures next to a pond. One of them was wearing a teal helmet like yours, shiny and new. You were aware that Ragnar had just sworn the creed when Paz died. It had to be pretty traumatic for the poor kid. Parking the speeder bike at a prudent distance, you approached the cabin, observing that Din was nowhere to be seen. But you forgot about him soon, because something else caught your eye. Ragnar was playing with another creature. You were aware of the foundling Din had adopted, but didn’t know a lot about them. The kid next to Ragnar was green and sported huge ears. Apparently, your niece was telling them something hilarious because their little teeth showed in a giggle. Weird, but kinda cute. You were ready to speak to the children when you felt our breath abandon you.

“Don’t dare to make another step.” A rough baritone voice, a strong forearm pressing your windpipe, and a blaster digging into your lower back. Did he not recognize you? Well, even if he did, he had his motives to aim a blaster at you.

“It’s good to see you too, Din Djarin,” you said just before kicking him on the shin and turning in your heels to disarm the bounty hunter. The surprise factor being on your side, it was easy to have him in his hands in a matter of seconds. After all, your voice was raspier, lower, and you could tell he was startled. 

“Vizsla,” he hissed like a reptile, feeling the venom of his stare through the visor. You stood nonchalantly, towering over him while you twirled his blaster in your hand.

“I may keep this.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked drily, getting on his feet, but without addressing the bantha in the room. You took a second to assess the novelties in his appearance. The shiny armour, the signet. The nerf herder looked even broader. 

“Looking smart, Djarin. Things have been working out for you?” He grabbed his blaster from your gloved hand and put it back in the holster.

“Why are you here?” He repeated, ignoring your question. Okay, straight to the point then.

“I came to speak to Ragnar.” You crossed your arms against your chest plate, trying to look intimidating.

“You’re a stranger to him.” 

“But he is my niece.” 

“That doesn’t give you any right over him,” he deadpanned. The man was as annoying as always. 

“Look, I know you were pissed about me leaving, but I just want to talk to him. He may not know who I am, but we both have lost the same person.” Your voice became a little strangled, and you could tell Did had noticed with how he tilted his head.

“About that…I’m-”

“Save it up, Djarin,” you respond, suddenly defensive before the prospect of being vulnerable in front of him. He changed his weight to the other leg, and you looked away, both uncomfortable. After all, it was the first time you had seen each other after you left the covert, except for that time that’s better left forgotten…Well, things weren’t going to be easy.

“I’ll speak to him,” he surrendered after a deep sigh. “Wait inside.”

You obeyed and walked towards the cabin while he went to the kids. Not wanting to admit it, but you felt nervous. You weren’t a stranger to taking care of kids. While reuniting the clans, you had to deal with a lot of foundlings and younglings running around your ship. Taking a liking to them, little mischievous creatures. 

The interior of the cabin was as barren as the lava flats, and you didn’t expect anything different from Din. However, toys were scattered here and there, and a nice fluffy carpet lay on the floor, giving the place the warmth his owner lacked. How had the covert confided in Din with two kids? You didn’t have a lot more time to think insulting stuff about him, because the hunter appeared at the door with his hand behind Ragnar’s back and the little green thing in the crook of his arm. This close, you noticed that the critter looked like a baby. You waved awkwardly, but Ragnar didn’t reciprocate. To your surprise, the green bean did, and you chuckled to yourself. What a curious kid.

“We’ll give you privacy, let’s go, Grogu,” Din said, and then he left the cabin with the little one, leaving Ragnar alone. So the kid’s name was Grogu.

“Hi, uhm… You don’t know me but…I’m your buir’s brother.” You gave him your name and then sat to look less menacing. “I’m so glad to meet you. Paz spoke a lot about you. He was so proud.” The kid lowered his helmet, and you felt so bad for him. “I just came here to tell you…you’re not alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have Din and Grogu.” Ragnar finally spoke, and it was like you were struck by lightning. You knew he didn’t mean bad, but you were feeling sensitive. And you may or may not have had some expectations about how this was going to be.

“Yeah, of course! I just wanted to tell you that you have more family, and I’ll be sticking around in case you need me.” Ragnar nodded politely, and you approached him with care, then you knelt to be closer to his height. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Ragnar. I loved Paz a great deal and I can tell you did too.” He nodded again, and you could tell he was trying not to cry. You put your hand on his shoulder, and he flinched for a moment before starting to sob. Your heart broke into a thousand pieces, and you wanted to hug him, but you just rubbed your thumb, caressing him.

“Your armour…is just like his,” he managed to say between hiccups. 

“Yeah, because we’re Clan Vizsla and one day you’ll have one identical,” you explained softly, on the verge of tears too. The kid nodded, and after a while, he calmed himself. “Let’s go find Din and Grogu, okay?

You found them not far from the pond. Din was crouching next to Grogu, and it looked like he was teaching his oldest son to balance rocks to make a little tower. 

“You have to choose the flat ones, you see?” The man demonstrated it by grabbing a flat volcanic rock and putting it on top of the construction. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Ah!” Grogu turned around and with his little claw he chose an interesting-shaped rock. Din sighed, and you had to restrain yourself to avoid laughing. The scene was both cute and hilarious. Your brain still couldn’t reconcile that the murderous man you met the last time was the same one you had in front of you. Din then noticed you and straightened from his crouching position.

“I’ll help you,” Ragnar said, and he left your side before locking his visor with you one more time. “Look, if you put this rock here, everything on top will fall…” The teal-helmeted kid explained, demonstrating how physical laws work to the small one.

“Ooooooh!” Grogu cooed, eyes huge with realization. He then picked a more suitable stone, and Ragnar nodded in acknowledgment.

“It looks like they get on well,” you commenced, hands on your hips, while he approached you on the porch.

“Well, you should see them at dinner time…” His voice was that of a tired dad, but there was a spark of affection and pride there that you didn’t miss. Din Djarin loved his kids.

“Haven’t you looked for…help?” 

Din tilted his head but said nothing. It was normal that you wanted to know about your niece, wasn’t it? “They train every day with the other kids…Greef Karga keeps an eye on Grogu if I’m off-planet, he knows how to manage him…and Ragnar stays with the covert.”

You changed your weight and crossed your arms over your chest plate. “I meant help from a riduur, Din.” 

His back straightened, and he locked his visor with yours, looking threatening. Now, this was more like the man you used to know.

“That’s not your business, Vizsla,” he practically hissed, obviously trying not to be heard by the boys.

“It is if you’re out of your depth in this,” you hissed back, adopting a defensive stance. By no means did you have the violent relationship Paz and Din shared, but you were as hot-blooded as your brother and knew Djarin was up for a fight too. He despised you, after all.

“After all, that’s what you want, taking him with you?”

“He should be with his clan.”

“He should be whenever he’s most comfortable! He’s suffered a great loss!” Your voices were becoming louder, and your fists were tight under the gloves. Your body was screaming: fight him. 

“We are Mandalorians, haven’t we all suffered great losses?” Din actually growled at this. He looked as on edge as you.

“Ragnar is not going with an inconstant, unstable, hothead uncle who can’t even take care of himself!” Okay, so maybe he was a bit remorseful about last time. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you hurt by his venomous words.

“That’s not up to you to decide.” And with that, you turned around and returned to the camp, trying to walk as your insides weren’t churning.

Inconstant, unstable, hothead uncle?

Who can’t even take care of himself?

You stopped in your tracks for a second without turning. Din had used masculine pronouns with you. You tightened your fists.

Did someone tell him? Did he assume it? Or maybe he did know all along?

Confusion mixed up with anger, your armor weighing more than ever, one question drilling your skull.

Why didn’t he say something?

Next chapter

[zapreportsblog]

I love it. I felt like Jasper need to realize the animal diet was not working for him. He needs to learn sometimes trying something new does not always goes as planned.

Twilight

Jasper x Mom reader

The reader is Jasper's mom from when he was human. She was turned after he left for the army and believed he had died. She has long brown hair. She has the ability to speak any language just by touch. Garrett is her mate.

feel free to add anything..

Awww

❝my sweet boy❞

✭ pairing : jasper hale x reader x garrett

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : jasper keeps his past very tight lipped but when his mother turns up suddenly and get this she’s engaged to his adoptive fathers old friend, Garrett.

✭ authors note : fast as i can real delulu yelling out my man!

✭ twilight masterlist

In the heart of the forest, (Y/N) stood with her mate Garrett, a bond that had grown stronger through centuries of shared experiences. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, a stark contrast to the shimmering silver of her eyes. (Y/N) possessed an extraordinary ability, one that allowed her to understand and speak any language simply by touching the person. A skill that had come in handy during their nomadic existence.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, (Y/N) felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. She often thought about her human life, a time when she had been a mother to a young man named Jasper. He had left for war, only for her to receive news of his tragic demise shortly after. It was a pain that had never truly healed.

"Garrett," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of memories. "There's something I need to tell you."

Garrett turned his gaze toward her, concern etched into his features. "What is it, love?"

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) began recounting the tale of her human life, her voice tinged with sadness. "I had a son, Jasper. He left for war, and I was told he never returned. That he died on the battlefield."

Garrett's expression shifted from concern to surprise. "Jasper? I think I know him."

(Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean? How could you know him?"

Garrett's eyes met hers, his voice laced with a mix of uncertainty and realization. "I think he survived, (Y/N). I believe he was adopted by an old friend of mine after he was turned."

(Y/N)'s heart raced, hope and disbelief warring within her. "That can't be true. I was told he died. Are you certain?"

Garrett nodded, conviction in his gaze. "I've seen him, (Y/N). He's part of a coven, the Cullens, and I've crossed paths with him. He's a vampire now."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)’s eyes, emotions swirling as memories resurfaced. She felt a mixture of joy and sorrow, the prospect of seeing her son again too overwhelming to ignore.

"Take me to him, Garrett," she implored. "Please, I need to see him."

Garrett's expression softened, his fingers gently brushing against (Y/N)’s cheek. "Of course, my love. If he's truly your son, you deserve to reunite."

With a newfound determination, (Y/N) and Garrett embarked on a journey to find the Cullen coven. As they approached the house, (Y/N)’s heart raced with anticipation. The prospect of seeing Jasper again, even in his immortal form, was almost too much to bear.

The door opened, revealing a strikingly beautiful family. A tall, blonde vampire with a strong yet gentle demeanor stepped forward.

"Hello," he greeted warmly. "I'm Carlisle Cullen. How can we help you?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around Garrett's hand. "I'm (Y/N). This is Garrett. We've come to see someone. Someone named Jasper."

Carlisle's expression shifted from curiosity to understanding. "Ah, you must be (Y/N). Jasper has spoken of you."

Emotion choked (Y/N)’s voice. "May we see him? Please."

Carlisle nodded and stepped aside, allowing them entry. (Y/N)’s heart raced as she caught sight of him. Jasper stood a short distance away, his golden eyes meeting hers with a mixture of shock and recognition.

"Mother?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Tears streamed down (Y/N)’s cheeks as she took a step forward, her fingers trembling with a mixture of longing and joy. "Jasper, my sweet boy."

In an instant, they were wrapped in an embrace that transcended time and pain. (Y/N) held her son tightly, her heart finally finding the closure it had desperately sought for centuries.

As the Cullens watched the reunion unfold, a tangible bond of family and love, they understood the weight of the moment. (Y/N) had unearthed a piece of her past, and in doing so, had forged a new chapter in her immortal life.

Jasper's eyes remained locked with (Y/N)’s, disbelief and shock written across his face. He had thought his mother was long gone, lost to the ravages of time and the cruel circumstances of his transformation. And yet, here she stood before him, a living testament to the unexpected twists of fate.

"Mother," Jasper managed to choke out, his voice trembling with a mix of emotions. "Is it really you?"

Tears glistened in (Y/N)’s eyes as she nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, Jasper. It's me, my dear boy."

Emotion washed over Jasper, the floodgates of memories opening wide. His human life, the love he had for his mother, the pain of parting, all of it surged to the forefront of his mind. He stepped closer, his arms hesitantly encircling her once more, the years of separation melting away in that simple embrace.

"You were turned," Jasper murmured, his voice a mixture of wonder and realization. "You've become like me."

(Y/N) nodded, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek. "Yes, after I believed you were gone, the pain was too much to bear. Garrett found me, and he changed me."

Jasper's gaze shifted to Garrett, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed the man who stood beside his mother. Garrett, for his part, met Jasper's gaze with a mixture of understanding and respect.

"I owe you an explanation," Garrett said calmly. "Your mother and I are mates now."

Jasper's eyes widened, the gravity of the situation settling in. "Mates?"

(Y/N$ nodded, her fingers intertwining with Garrett's. "Yes, Jasper. Garrett has been by my side for centuries. He's helped me heal, helped me find a new purpose."

Jasper's emotions were a whirlwind—confusion, surprise, and an underlying sense of happiness for his mother. He glanced back at (Y/N), his eyes searching her face for answers.

"You're engaged?" Jasper asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

(Y/N) smiled softly, a blush touching her cheeks. "Yes, we are."

Garrett added, his voice filled with genuine warmth, "Jasper, your mother is an extraordinary woman. We've found strength and love in each other."

Jasper's expression softened, his initial reservations giving way to a growing acceptance of the situation. He had been through enough in his immortal life to know that love could be found in the most unexpected places.

"I'm glad you found each other," Jasper said, his voice sincere. "You deserve happiness, Mom."

(Y/N)’s smile widened, relief and gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Jasper."

As the trio stood together, the weight of the past and the promise of the future intertwined, Jasper felt a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in a long time. The reunion had brought about an unexpected twist in his immortal existence, one that would forever change the dynamics of his relationship with his mother and her mate.

In that moment, Jasper realized that even in the world of vampires and eternal life, connections could be mended and new bonds formed. And as he looked at (Y/N) and Garrett, hand in hand, he knew that their love story was a testament to the resilience of the human heart, even in the face of immortality.

[mononijikayu]

buono san valentino, 2025;

i went to the garden of love, and saw what i never had seen: a chapel was built in the midst, where i used to play on the green. and the gates of this chapel were shut, and ‘thou shall not’ written over the door; so i turned to the garden of love, that so many sweet flowers bore. and i saw it was filled with graves, and tomb-stones where flowers should be: and priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, and binding with briars, my joys & desires. - garden of love, william blake;

hello this is kayu!!! i write to you to thank you for your amazing love and affection towards me and my writing. my heart is full because of your love and your lovely comments and your interactions!!! i know that i still have a lot to do in order to improve as a writer, so i will do my best over and over again, in order to be someone that would bring you the best stories i can!!! valentines day is just around the corner and to give you all my affection for all of you - i decided to do another special of romance, which you guys voted on!!!

the stories are going to tell tales of love and tell varieties of stories that i've thought about over time. as you know, from the vote - nanami, sukuna and megumi won. and all of them, are going to be reflections of love i have felt and seen and enjoyed and wrought over. so i hope you enjoy it!!! these fics will post from february 6th, february 10th and february 14th!!! thank you so much once again!!!

i love you all!!!

i'll see you then!!! <3

It’s in the little things that were hard to notice at times.

It's the way he loves you in the quiestest and yet loudest way all at once. It’s the way he waits for you after class, leaning casually against a wall, trying to look indifferent even though you know he’s been there for a while.

It’s the way he keeps track of your favorite snacks and quietly slips them into your bag when you’re too busy to remember eating. It’s the way he insists on walking on the side of the road closest to the street, his hand brushing yours like a silent promise of protection.

It's the way he would take off his coat and press it against your body, his warmth protecting you from the winter cold. And it makes your heart beat over and over with love. It was easy to see, how much he loved you. Fushiguro Megumi isn’t great with words, you knew that much. He has always told you this, even from the beginning. But he always makes sure to that he was there to make you feel his devotion, every single time — always. He always loves you, like a good old fashioned lover boy.

[ R E A D H E R E ]

“You know.....” you said to him all the sudden, looking at the distance with your ghostly eyes. “Sometimes it feels like you’re all I can hear.” He turned to you, brow furrowing in curiosity as he watched you carefully. He was trying to get what you were saying, so nothing was left unknown. That's how it was. That's how he wanted it. “What do you mean?” “In this world, everything else is so quiet." you said, a small smile on your lips. "The birds are gone, the hum of life faded. But you....The sound of your breath, your voice when you choose to speak—it cuts through the silence. All the time. It always keeps me sane.” Kento’s hand slowly found yours, rough fingers curling around your palm. He looked at your face, smiling back at you. His caramel eyes shining brightly against your blurry own. Even if he couldn't hear you whatsoever, you were certainly the best person to understand him most.

He could watch your lips blossom the words that needed to be spoken brightly against his tender eyes. Words he held dear closest to his heart. “And you’re all I can see." he admitted, voice low but steady. “Everything else is gray in the world somehow and to be sure, quite too empty. But you—you’re vivid. You are technicolor. You are....."

He stops himself. He was lucky, how you couldn't see how pathetic he was. You wouldn't notice how red he is all over.

Everything. He thinks to himself. You are everything. To me.

[ R E A D H E R E ]

General Ryomen Sukuna slowly kneels before you, his imposing military uniform tarnished by streaks of mud as the thick fabric brushes against the soggy ground.

The scent of heavy rain and brutish burnt iron lingers in the despotic air. His long gloved fingers, rough yet commanding, pressed gently beneath your weary chin.

He was tilting your face upward, even when you didn't want to. You fought back but it was futile. His palm touch was firm.

And yet, eveything aboht such touch was familiar. It was all too memorable. It was all too eager to seep back into your life.

Ryomen Sukuna wanted meet your eyes. More than anything, he wanted to see your face. Ten years, he had waited for this. Ten long years. And he won't wait any longer. The whole world narrows to the sharp gleam in his scarlet eyes. There it was, that same cruel beauty of his smile tugging at lips that have long haunted your dreams.

Just as when you were kids. Just like when you last saw him. The boy he was, you were truly certain, was no longer there. Perhaps he never was. But you mourn for it all the same.

You knew him once, after all. "It's been a while, my flower." he murmurs, voice low and velvety, each word steeped in familiar history. Your heart thrums wildly, every beat rattling against your ribcage as your breath falters. Time feels fragile in his presence—like that heavy glass on the verge of shattering ever so easily. "Did you miss me?"

[ R E A D H E R E ]

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

i had an idea about Death Seeking creator! So imagine Kaeya is the one to find our diary.

Kaeya Albreich. Mr. Cool as ice, flirty McFlirts-a-lot, the second character we get automatically (and hardest to C6 HOYO RERUN HIS ASS ALREADY ITS BEEN 4 YEARS <_<)

The guy who already feels immense guilt over how things ended with diluc because of his heritage, finds his entry and it's just...so much hope and potential from the creator only for it to come crashing down in a fit of despair, because he was the FIRST TO KILL US

can you even begin to imagine how much MORE guilt he'd feel because of it?

an example: "I saw kaeya today! he's always been my favorite character, seeing him at the angels share makes this feel all the more real! I still don't know how i came here, but maybe with his help, he and i can persuade the knights to try and understand whats going on?"

*suspiciously dark red hand print stains the end of the page*

"i don't...i don't understand? did i do something wrong? i went up to talk to kaeya, but the moment i said hello, his eye narrowed at me and he attacked me with his sword! i ran, i ran so hard, all the way to starsnatch cliffs! but he kept following me, throwing shards of ice every chance he got. And that look on his face, it was so angry! it was like i had personally offended him, but i've never spoken to him before now! he backed me up to the cliffs edge, and with a single slash of his sword he...

...why did he kill me? what did i do wrong?"

MY WORD/pos

My mans can't catch a break can he? HE WOULD FEEL SO GUILTY

Though I don't think he would go guns blazing (or sword swing I should say-) immediately at the first encounter. I've already written on how I feel Kaeya would be with "imposters" (it's somewhere in the Death Seeking tag).

But with the diary idea added onto this the amount of guilt he would feel when reading the entry about his manipulation, seeing them curse him thinking he was different and actually wanting to help. GOD THAT WOULD TEAR UP HIS INSIDES.

And then seeing the more scribbled entries mentioning the next encounters they had where they freaked him out enough to attack out of fear and such. MAN

The amount of begging for forgiveness he would be doing is just incomprehensible. Like he would actually look like a dying pathetic man begging for his life. Omg my head is swirling over this its so good.

[deadpool15]

Sugarbaby vibes ✨️

I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.

Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.

But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.

"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.

I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."

I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.

After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."

Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.

Rule 1: Don't question anything

Rule 2: Don't talk back

Rule 3: Don't touch yourself

You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.

"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.

"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.

"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.

"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."

[transformers-spike]

hello it's Starscream feet anon again. So pleased to see your poll. Anyways.

I always fail to remember Airachnid because she frightens me. That tidbit alone probably gets her off like the freak she is.

Airachnid very much gives me mean and snarky dom vibes. But then again I could be wrong I don't know anything about this woman but she's freaky therefore I would confide in here because she's freaky.

Anyways². Here's the list I pulled out of you know where about different factions and iterations that are into feet of the human variety.

G1.

Decepticons: literally just Megatron. That freak. You will catch him oiling his humans feet and you will be jealous.

Autobots: Beachcomber. Hound. Bumblebee. Wheeljack.

Beachcomber and hound fall into the same category of stocking fetishism. Bumblebee enjoys the complete removal of all/any garments on the feet. Shoes, socks, anklets, you name in, bumblebee is pressurized and ready to get a closer look. And wheeljack likes toes SPECIFICALLY. Not ankles, soles or the top side or any combination. Toes. He's such a freak.

2007 animated.

Decepticons: BLITZWING!!!!! And Megatron.

Blitzwing you freak. And I'm not just talking about his "random" personality. Oh no. Icy, Hothead, and Random all have their own sub fetish. Icy would be more domineering. He'd pick the heels and stockings and no you don't get to complain. He doesn't care if they fit correctly either. You will suffer for his pleasure and you will keep your mouth shut. It's not like you'll be walking in those heels anyways. Hothead is an avid enjoyer of rubbing his spike all over his human. Including the feet. When he discovers foot jobs it's so over. He'll make his human lotion up and rub him up and down until he's done. Goes crazy seeing his human's feet covered in his trans fluid. Random. This fucking guy. He's just nasty. He's gonna lick your feet till you're crying his weird serpent tongue is so unpleasant. He also sniffs shoes.

Oh Megatron my beloved. There is a reason you will have a foot fetish in most iterations. TFA Megatron is such a bitch. He's simply too busy to indulge his human with interface. But you can hump his pede like the pathetic pet you are. Work yourself up while begging for him. but he will NEVER admit that it gives him gratification.

Autobots: bulkhead. Sentinel Prime.

Oh bulkhead my beloved². He's so sugar cube. He discovered foot fetishism through internet pornography. Enjoys the aesthetics of foot bondage done with ribbons and other delicate things. Bulkhead is, however, ashamed of this fetish due to reading human opinions on the topic online. Sad face :(

Ah sentinel Prime. This fucking guy. We all know this guy fucks humans, so why wouldn't he like feet too. Sucks feet and toes while cranking his spike. Also likes when his human paints their toes to match his paint job. Pays for all sorts of foot care. Pedicures, massages, ridiculous amounts of lotion. Buys expensive ass stockings for his human to wear under their clothes too.

Transformers prime.

Decepticons: STARSCREAM!!!!!! Soundwave. Shockwave. Knockout.

Oh Starscream my beloved³. I've already spoken on the topic of Starscream and his foot fetish, but he just enjoys massaging his human's feet. enjoys the aesthetics of heels as they mirror his own elevated heel struts. I could write an essay.

Soundwave is a bondage enjoyer all-around. Yes he uses his tentacles for bondaging his human this is a known fact. Will tickle the feet until his human is begging, crying and hyperventilating. He thinks it's so endearing how his little human jerks away from him.

Shockwave would dissect his human's feet if they didn't need them for quality of life. So many tiny, delicate bones.

Knock out likes to keep his human in tip top shape. Therefore he's keeping his human's feet pedicures and done up. Toe polish options include the specific shade of his paint job or nothing. Yes he makes the rules and yes he enforces them. Puts a teeny anklet on his human that has a Decepticon brand hanging from one of the chain links. Will kiss up his human's feet and legs when he massages them.

Transformers ONE.

I'm just gonna give the run down on Orian Pax, D16, and Sentinel Prime. Because I know we have Decepticons at the end of the film but I can't remember if the Autobots got named or not at the end of the film as well so this is. More like protagonists and antagonists.

Uncogged Orian and D16 probably didn't even know they had interface arrays so leaning into non genital based kinks does make sense. Given that they're miners, they can't afford luxuries such as polishes for themselves, so obtaining human lotion is out of the question. But they can wash their human. (Canon be damned they have water on Cybertron ok.) They'd massage their human and take care of them to the best of their ability with warm solvent and gentle servos.

While cogged, however, it makes sense to myself that they would have more genital based kinks since they are having so many new sensations that I'm sure they would love to share with their human.

Sentinel Prime.

Oh this fucker again. He got a human they was a toddler gets a puppy. For it to be taken care of by someone else. Like animated sentinel, he also buys his human lavish thing, like the aforementioned pedicures and lotion and toe polish and lotions but not so he can enjoy applying them. No. So that he can up keep his image as Iacon's precious prime. He loves the aesthetics of finely woven socks and stockings on his human, but that's it. Will accept a footjob if he's that curious. But this guy's foot fetishism is performative and not reflective of true foot freakness. Poser.

And if you noticed that I didn't mention the bayformers that's because I hate them. No piggies for them. They got weird faces. Except maybe knightverse bumblebee. He's a cutie.

Sorry this is so long I don't know what came over me it's like I blacked out and when I awoke this mess was on my screen. Feel free to add or take away as you see fit I'm all about hearing your thoughts on different transformers and their (foot) fetishes. For some reason.

Absolutely fascinated by this - I'm learning more and more about sections of this kink - and lmao I missed your presence, bro This is so well-described I don't think I have anything to add. At most I can say I had no idea fake feet enjoyers were a thing so I'm laughing thinking about TFO Sentinel Still think these bots probably prefer feet over pedes, mostly because they're so soft and we typically cover them, so they're not tracking dirt/grime. Also what do you mean you have lotions specifically for it????

[natashasbitxh]

Okay so for people in diff timezones, it's around 4am on the 13th April for me, so the 11th was about two days ago

But I've been meaning to make a little post

Thursday marked the year anniversary of Smosh's tntl with Starkid. Now I know to some that means absolutely nothing, but to me it's a little special because this means I've now been a proper smosh fan and on smoshblr for around a year now☹️

I would say I REALLY became apart of smoshblr around November when I became shaynse anon and I don't want to sound cringey but I actually believe that I have changed quite a bit since then blogwise and even personalitywise even though its been a couple of months

I guess I just wanted to make a post to say from the bottom of my heart thank you, the mutuals and anons I've gained the past couple of months is a lot compared to me pre shaynse anon. I really found my footing on tumblr and gained a lot more confidence all thanks to this little community 🙂

I will never forget shaynse day, its still CRAZY to me that even one person thought of me, never mind multiple. I remember when that happened (people reaching out to me), I was giddy for days and I was ready to explode because I had nobody in real life to talk to it about😭 So thank you SO much

To anybody that has even liked or reblogged a post of mine, thank you. To anybody that has clicked on my blog and had a little look around, thank you. To anybody that has given me a follow or sent in an ask, THANK YOU. I know it seems small, but even a little interaction truly makes my day. I love this little corner of the internet☹️🫶

Theres a few mutual that I absolutely HAVE to thank, because you guys truly are such a big part of tumblr for me.

(Now, please understand that these are people specific to SMOSHBLR🙏)

@jovenshires, hi bestie🙂 you've genuinely done SO much for me since I sent that silly little ask to you, indirectly or not. I definitely don't think I'd have my little place on smoshblr without you, shaynse anon was A MOMENT. I still think about the Christmas gift you gave to me daily, it genuinely warms my heart sm that you'd think to create something for me☹️ AND YOU THOUGHT OF IT WHILE I WAS STILL ONLY A LITTLE ANON☹️ Thank you SO much for helping me be welcomed into this space🫶

@lilac-hecox, I don't think we've directly spoken a lot? But we interact with eachother quite a bit, and ur blog?? OBSESSED. Anyway recent memory on April 1st I just remember booping the HELL out of ur page and u booping just as much back😭🫶

@wallpaper-inside-my-heart, I genuinely think about the smoshblr december asks SO MUCH. That was such a sweet thing for you to do and I rlly think it brought the fandom sm closer, and it was so kind how you acknowledged like almost everybody's posts almost EVERYDAY. It was so fun talking to you abt our interests🫶

@ancientvamp, hello to my shaynse SOLDIER OMG🫶 We both fill up the shaynse tag SM and I LOVE IT😭 Ur like my no.1 shaynse blog probably, like sometimes I feel we are SO on the same wavelength. I just think ur rlly neat!! 🫶

@bomikalover, HELLO TO ANOTHER SHAYNSE SOLDIER!!! My shaynse bestie!! Your edits are SOOO iconic, and I'm so happy to have been able to let you know chanse saw ur edit, that was literally insane and I was so happy for u☹️ ur just so 🫶🫶🫶

now there are SO MANY PEOPLE I'd LOVE to tag, but I thought I'd narrow it down to just a few that I've properly interacted with. To any mutuals that see this, please don't take offense, not my intention AT ALL!!! In fact, HI HI HI!!! If you'd like, PLEASE reach out or interact with me!! I'd always love to communicate, whether that's in reblogs, comments etc!!

I do actually have a project I want to do as an almost celebration, but I kinda had to scrap and restart my whole idea because it wasn't going how I wanted😭 so bear with! And also I'll probably do something for the anniversary of shaynse day, cause why not🤷‍♀️

ANYWAY, long story short THANK YOU to all and to smoshblr for being such a welcoming and sweet area on the Internet when everywhere else is often not🫶

-love, shaynse anon

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hello again!

Reading some interviews I’m curious about the teaser that “Dubai will be explosive/spicy etc.”

What do you think will happen in Dubai this season- if you were to speculate freely? Will there be violence? Do you think there will be horror and even frights? What kind of horror in that case? Truths seem to be coming to the surface - from maybe all of our main characters? Also how(!) do you think stuff will play out - I feel there’s been a lot of good speculation and of course the books are there about the what - but I’m getting more and more curious about the how of it all - if that makes sense?

Would love to hear your thoughts! Thank you!

Hey!

I've spoken about this before, but... I expect some kind of Merrick-esque fallout in Dubai, coming also with some kind of reveal wrt to "The Groan".

So - emotional impact and also lore-story-line explosion: 1000% :)

I just reblogged a bit of a discussion-meta wrt the revisit of episode 5 here, and I really am nodding along there, because I also feel that one of the big emotional gut punches will be that Merrick-diary-reveal (that was also a sucker punch for book readers back then!). And the attempted suicide after that.

Now, if that is really Marius in the trailer... then "Those Who Must Be Kept" are likely near. IF that holds, then they could be connected to "The Groan". That said, Lestat has to show up for s3 in some kind of manner as well, soo...

I think that Dubai will be increasingly painful. Memories will come back, years of memory, as was said in the trailer. Both Daniel and Louis will be deeply affected. Truths will come out. About their lives, about what they believed of themselves.

About what happened, and why.

The why will be the horror I think.

And the who.

Now, there are a lot of possibilities flitting around my brain as to how the season could end, tbh, but it's a bit difficult to pin down:

There's

Lestat waking up to save Louis , literally shaking the tower's foundations (which would be in line with Merrick, but might be too much "white savior" for the show, however, there was a version that Anne thought about writing first that the show might play with). This is what I think will happen.^^

Akasha waking up in the basement, literally shaking the tower to pieces (she did destroy the tomb under the ice when she rose)

Lestat coming from somewhere else and crashing the party

or Lestat coming onto the radio/TV/internet after all with his rock career

or something entirely new which has to do with the "great conversion"

Personally I think the rockstar career happened in the 80s, it just didn't lead to the same events, in a way proven by Daniel being old now.

We will need to have Lestat "there" somehow for s3.

I think Daniel will continue the interview for at least the next season. I think he will also remember something wrt Lestat.

I do hope for a 4 person play in Dubai in s3.

Imagine Armand, Louis, Lestat and Daniel on a couch, all aware of what the other knows (well, apart from life stories). The bitching, the pettiness, the hidden aggression. Glorious. I would love that.

I do not think there will be violence. Armand loves both Daniel and Louis way too much for that, and Marius would not hurt them either. IF there is violence then that is coming from another source, and if it isn't Akasha... I cannot quite see someone becoming violent, not really. Self-destructive, yes. But against another there? Mhhh. The books coming down on Daniel will most certainly connected to a cataclysmic event, and that... will likely be connected to "The Groan", imho.

And that cataclysmic event will then carry us into s3 :)

Sorry if this isn't... precise.

There is a LOT they could play with and while I see the arc building they might choose to pull something else in, maybe, like the threat by Rhoshamandes, maybe. Or even a Talamasca threat, something Anne toyed with, but never really wrote up.

So there are... possibilities.

The only sure thing is, imho, that it's going to hurt, and that it will bring us to s3 :))))))

[memento-morri-writes]

hello haply sts! is there a character dynamic you've really been thinking about lately? why?

HELLO!!! Thanks for the ask!

I mean, there's dozens of character dynamics I've been thinking about, but mostly for my dnd characters.

However, one that I've been playing with in my mind for a while is the two main characters from divinity wip. The protagonist is a (trans) woman who is slowly being turned into a god against her will, complete with divine powers that are destroying her (mortal) body.

The deuteragonist is her best friend and qpr partner who is hopelessly devoted to her. They basically end up becoming her first paladin, but it begs the question "is there any future for a mortal who loves a god?"

The woman-who-is-becoming-a-god wants to tell her friend to leave, so they don't have to see her losing her humanity, slowly dying in all the ways that matter. But she also is so afraid of being alone that she can't bring herself to ask. And it wouldn't matter anyways, bc her friend would never leave her, not in heaven or hell or anywhere in between. And yes, this is a tragedy, so... we'll see how that ends up for them. :)) (god/paladin, god/martyr tragic (platonic) love story anyone?)

The dynamics that really fuck me up though are my boy Rook and his two mentors never ever fails to fuck me up. Also Carrion and his mentor, and one of his party members.

[putting this under the cut bc as always when I talk about these two it got ridiculously long.]

Rook's first mentor, Zara, was the first person to ever truly be kind to him. She was the captain of the pirate ship he sailed on for 6 years. Because of how important she was to him, both as a figure of authority and as a mentor, and also just as a good influence in his life, Rook ended up kind of idolizing her. And after being trapped aboard the Sea Snake for two years, a lot of mental escapism and maladaptive daydreaming made that idolization even stronger. So at this point she's practically a god in his eyes, and he would forgive her for anything. He gets to see her again in a few sessions for the first time in 3 years, and I'm not kidding when I say that this is going to be the most important session I will ever play as him, I think. He never got to say goodbye to her the first time, and she's been feeling guilty as fuck over him getting captured, but she never came to rescue him. oh it's gonna be so good. I can't imagine that his idolization and his willingness to forgive her for anything and do anything for her will help with the guilt she's feeling...

And then there's Sigmar, Rook's second mentor, who he met during the campaign. He taught Rook some fun combat moves, and promised to help Rook defeat Captain Wolf (the vengeful pirate captain who was kidnapped him twice now). Sigmar told the party bard while Rook was sleeping that if he had been in Zara's position, he would have killed Captain Wolf and burned her ship to the ground to get Rook back, or died trying. He also was helping Rook hide his demon curse from the party. HOWEVER, he turned out to actually be a corpse being controlled and spoken through by the BBEG of the whole campaign, and the party ripped said corpse to pieces in front of Rook's eyes. Oh, and the wizard had known the whole time and just let Rook continue to get closer to this man. (His reasoning was "if he's obsessed with Rook, that means his people can't be hurting us.")

And the most insane part is that he really truly did love Rook, as much as he's capable of that. He ignored his own daughter in favor of Rook, and when Rook searched his house after we killed his controlled body, he found a book where Sigmar had been taking notes on how to be a mentor to him, using a fictional character as a guide. And now someday Rook is going to have to face him again, this time in his real body, and they're going to have to hurt each other, but both of them are going to have a hard time doing it, and it just makes me-- AGH.

The rest of the party didn't like him in or out of character, but to me out of character he was everything I could ever want handed to me on a silver platter even before I knew he was actually a literal war criminal. (I still love him, though. It's kind of a problem, actually.)

My shifter barbarian, Carrion, also has some crazy character dynamics going on. He used to be a paladin, and while he was in the Order, he had a mentor and kinda-sorta father figure named Theodore. However, bc of Carrion's monstrous transformations as the result of coming into contact with Delirium (essentially super radioactive magic crystals), the paladins chained Carrion up and left him behind. The last thing Theodore said to him was "Soon you'll be nothing but Carrion" and that's how he got his name, bc he survived and he plans to kill Theodore and tell him that "I may be Carrion, but I am not nothing."

BUT the sad part is that Theodore was so regretful and sad and fucked up over leaving Carrion behind, over failing him, that he literally lost his divine magic for years. And I'm just in agony waiting for when Carrion sees him again, because Theodore doesn't even know that the boy he knew as Reverence is still alive, let alone that he's planning on killing him.

Also, there's the party's warlock, Valeska, who completely and utterly disarmed Carrion by reacting with nothing but pure and naked curiosity upon finding out about his corruption and transformations. No fear, disgust, not even pity. And at the end of the first session, she asked if he was afraid of his transformations, and he said no, he's more afraid of other people's reactions to his transformations. And she said "I think you're lying. Why else would you call yourself a monster?" and Carrion hesitated and then said "Because no one has ever called me anything different." She didn't respond right away so he panicked and thought he had said to much so he was like "go to sleep" and then Valeska said "Carrion?" and he was like "What do you want, Valeska?" and she said "Nothing. Just saying your name. See? I called you something other than a monster."

WHEN I TELL YOU I SOBBED... The irony is, ofc, the backstory behind his name, but she didn't know it in or out of character, and he wouldn't go by the name if he hadn't found some measure of power in it. But holy SHIT, this whole man's world has been unbalanced. And when he finds out the truth about Theodore... it's going to fall apart completely. And I can't fucking wait.

[rose-greenhouse]

Hi Ari! 1, 3, 8, 10, 12, 16, 18, 20, 21, 23 for the ask game! <3 (@pixel-comfort)

HELLO MOTH!!! i actually answered most of these with fu so for you, i'll talk about goku black cause I've never sat down and actually spoken about him before.. here-

questions utc cause again, it's a lot

1. "What animal does your f/o remind you of?"

MAN i never think of this sort of thing for goku black at all LMAO. the first thing i thought of was a peacock (yeah.. cause he's dramatic and flashy with his rosé form.../loving) but then i also thought of a panther because he's one of the unhinged ones HAHA-

3. "What is your favorite hobby to think about doing with your f/o?"

goku black would enjoy going on road trips, whether it's for something or not. if he can spend time with his only exception, then he's honestly content to do so.

8. "Does your f/o believe in soulmates?"

goku black used to think he didn't need anyone else. he was a "God", why would he need another? he could literally watch the world burn for he cared, and yet... he would yearn for someone by his side. THAT'S when he would start believing in "soulmates". the only person he would want by his side is the one he dubbed his "only exception" (which is.. me-).

10. "What's the first scenario that comes to your head when you think of being with your f/o?"

so you know those rose gardens?? i often imagine goku black and i walking through those and just having the time of our lives by each other's side. he's the type of person who rather spend time with his s/o instead dealing with people who irritate him, though he goes out when needed. rose gardens would be his number-one date spot.

"these roses are indeed beautiful, but none of them compare to you, aria." "that's your second compliment today, black." "oh, there's more where that came from, my sweet~"

12. "What color do you associate your f/o with?"

since this is going to be a pain in the ass to explain lemme get a picture

yeah, this is the only color i associate this guy with. it is pretty and he flaunts it every chance he gets or if i say anything about this color.

16. "What does your f/o call you in their head? What do they call you aloud/to others?"

i never thought i'd have to share this/j/aff- so he has a TON of nicknames he likes to call me. most of it he says out loud with no shame and tons of pride.

in his head: "my goddess, my love, my world, my anchor, my everything..."

out loud: "my goddess, my love, my rose, my sweet, my minx, my everything"

18. "How does your f/o show their love best?"

words of affirmation and acts of service. the man would literally praise me for days on end and never get tired of it. he would do so many things for me and half the time i'd just stare at him for a few seconds before praising him for the thing he just did

".. okay, good job black, you did the.. dishes for me?" "i want you to relax my love~" "thanks-"

20. "What're your f/o's favorite personality traits of yours?"

oh man... besides the unhinged behavior, one of the traits he possesses i personally love is his ambition. if he has something on his mind, he will do it and see it through til the end. the only time that he would drop something is.. me- if i tell him to stop he would stop he acts like a puppy dog that way-

21. "If your f/o drew you, how would you describe the art piece?"

okay goku black cannot draw to save his life BUT if he commissioned someone to draw a portrait of me, this is how the conversation would go:

me: "huh, the art piece came back. i gotta say i love it. the colors work well with the theme-- what theme did you tell the commissioner black?" goku black: "what do you think? i wanted the mortal to portray you as a goddess. i must say, i am not disappointed, they did a marvelous job~" me: "well, i'm glad you did comm them. i love it. the colors work well together and i actually look decent." goku black: "'decent'? no, no, what you mean to say is that you look marvelous, as i always know you'd be~." me: "... sure, black. i look.. like a goddess." goku black: "there we go~"

23. "What color does your f/o associate you with?"

there are so many colors that goku black would associate me with. one of the colors is his rosé form (yes that color because I've told him it was pretty) but also burgundy and the color of red wine.