#like i was very much shook when i saw this on twitter

[killlerfang1]

After all these years the original Owl House trailer and test footage with audio has been found!!!

(idk who found this or how they did it btw, I'm just reposting this from twitter)

[666soulz]

rapper!connie first run in with fashionvlogger!reader was…interesting. you answered a question from a fan on twitter who asked if you could style one rapper who would it be? you replied saying, ‘connie springer, his music don’t match his style. he dressing like a regular hood nigga when he should be dressing like a bad bitch with a dark lair. pisses me off.’

eren snorted when he seen the tweet and sent it to connie. at first he was a little offended and was about to clean you right on up, but when he saw the comments agreeing??? he had to find out why your opinion mattered so much. so the the first thing he did was tap that instagram link. 550k followers. hmm. he seen that plenty of his celebrity mutuals followed you. 

                           hollowsoul

followed by thegirljt, gunna, liluzivert and others. 

when he tapped on your pinned photo he almost drooled at your beauty, your body, and the outfit you were wearing.  you indeed had that shit on to the T. connie caught himself scrolling through your feed as his anemic ass shook ice into his mouth. you sure did have a love for all black outfits. 

he taps on that message button and types in two words. ‘style me’ 

your phone lights up as you stir around the meat in the pan. you put your glass of wine down to pick up your phone. 

instagram 

new message 

you tap on the notification and it takes you to the dm. you didn’t really have a shocked reaction, but you were surprised that he even bothered to to dm you. connie was semi private. he has moments where he’s very active on social media then he becomes a ghost. 

‘sure long as your okay with me vlogging’

connie puts his cup of ice down beside his feet warning his dog, Choppo, to not touch before replying to you. 

‘i don’t mind. you free on friday?’

   ‘i am’

ight let’s meet at the outlet mall on Lafayette @ 1 then. you mind if me, my friends, and security come?

 okay sounds good and i don’t mind at all.  see you on friday x

trust me you were less boring in person. connie was lacking in first impression as he was late to you guys shopping date. 

you didn’t mind though, you were right in dior trying on sunglasses. “how these look y’all?” you ask your camera. “i don’t know they’re kinda cunt..” you say looking in the small mirror. you didn’t even notice connie and his crew walking in and walking towards you. 

“i like them.”

you look behind you, seeing connie and his friends. connie took you in while you were distracted and you were better in person. you were in an all black outfit, of course, and you looked fucking beautiful. 

“they’re cute right?” you smile looking up at the 6’1 FINE ass dominican man. one thing that  also irritated you about connie’s style is that it doesn’t emphasize his face. connie face card was something different. He had beautiful features, hazel eyes, low lids, some pretty plump lips, and he was pulling off a buzz cut like david beckham in the 2000’s. not many people can do that. 

“yeah, sorry I was late. had to drop my sister off to her dance practice.” connie says you wave him off, “oh I'm not worried about it. it gave me time to think of what stores i want to go to.” you say taking your glasses off. “hey it’s nice to meet y’all,” you said looking at the two men behind connie. eren and ony. they weren’t a group but they put out some collab albums. those albums were heat, and was always playing when you were working out or cleaning. 

“we’re starting here by the way. can’t go wrong with dior. do you have a favorite fashion brand or designer?” you ask connie as you walked over to the men’s section. 

“uhm nike?”

“nike..? you know what i’m just..i’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.“ you say shaking your head in disappointment. ony was laughing to himself in the background cause he could hear it in your voice. 

“what’s wrong with nike?” connie smiles as you picked up a dior sweater. “well first off all nike is a sports brand i’m talking about a fashion brand like rick owens, true religion, moschino. 

“what’s a moschino?” connie scrunches his face and he was dead serious. 

“do you know who jeremy scott is? law roach?”

“are these random white people?”

you looked at connie like he was a little lost baby, pouting your glossy lips. “aw you are so cute.” you pinch his cheek. “this is my favorite part. teaching you the ins and out of fashion.” you smile pushing an outfit into his chest. “go try this on.”

connie found out that you were a bossy little thing. if he didn’t like something, “oh well too bad you’re getting it anyways.” ony and eren enjoyed seeing him get bossed around as he was usually the demanding one in the studio. you had fun telling connie stuff about fashion and how to put together a good outfit. 

connie left that outlet with a new wardrobe, friend, and crush. a very big crush that his friends noticed. the way connie blushed like some nerdy school boy every time you’d hype him up. you noticed as well and found it absolutely adorable. 

“do that lil pose that you do. period!” 

you enjoyed Connie's presence. He was a mix between laidback and hyper. like when he got comfortable around you, he got to cracking jokes. even joking you. picking up some ugly ass cowgirl boots and saying, “this looks like something you’d like.” and you’d just give him a little playful glare telling him to not play with you. 

you left Connie with a homework assignment. learn how to use pinterest and make a pinterest board. 

[lqvesoph]

There‘s no place I‘d rather be - LN4

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lando norris x sainz!reader

summary: after a tricky qualifying session, you go to comfort your secret boyfriend

a/n: inspired by today’s quali in qatar

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Your heart broke when you heard Lando‘s radio message through your red headphones.

"It will get deleted", your brother spoke next to you and you looked up. "He was off at Turn 14", Carlos sighed and your heart sack further.

Lando will be so disappointed, was the only thing on your mind.

"I‘ll be back soon", you mumbled, put the headphones down and hurried out of the Ferrari garage. The paddock was quite full, especially now after qualifying but you managed to make your way to the Mclaren hospitality, slipping in before anyone could notice.

You‘ve never been inside here so you could only assume where the drivers rooms were but it did look kinda similar to Ferrari‘s hospitality.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?", a voice asked behind you, making you whip around. Oscar stood in the hallway, his race suit hanging low on his hips, with his bottle in one hand.

"Uhm- could you please show me where… Lando‘s room is?", you asked, unsure of how the 22 year old was gonna react.

A smirk found its way on Oscar‘s face. "Lando said he’s with someone from the paddock, I just never imagined it‘d be you", he grinned and shook his head.

Your eyes fell to the floor. Lando and you had agreed to hide your fairly new relationship for a while because both of you knew, that your brother would be very hard to convince.

"Follow me", Oscar smiled and waved you to him. He led you up a flight of stairs before making a left turn that led into a white painted hallway.

"This one is Lando‘s", he said and pointed at the right door. "Thank you so much, Oscar!", you gratefully spoke. Before you pushed the handle down you turned around again.

"Could you maybe not… tell anyone I was here and that Lando and me-", you asked but was interrupted by Oscar. "Don‘t worry, my lips are sealed. And I don’t really feel like getting caught up in this when your brother finds out", he chuckled.

"Thank you", you smiled and quietly pushed down the handle to open the door.

Lando sat on the couch, his head in one hand while looking at his phone.

"Baby?", you spoke, making his head shoot up. "What are you- How did you-", he stammered. You quickly made your way over to him, sitting down next to Lando and taking his phone out of his hands. With one glance you saw the layout of Twitter, so you exited the app and turned the phone off.

"We don’t look at that", you reminded him before pulling your boy into a tight hug. Lando’s head fell to your chest and his eyes fluttered closed. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

"I heard your radio and wanted to see you", you started answering his earlier questions. "I‘ve never been in here before so I had no idea where to go but Oscar found me and led me here."

Lando huffed. "Guess the secret‘s out", he muttered. "Come on, you told him everything apart from the fact it’s me", you chuckled and squeezed his shoulder teasingly. A small smile formed on Lando’s lips, making your heart skip a beat.

"Okay, guilty", he whispered. "He won’t say anything", you told him. "However I don’t know if Carlos caught on. We were watching Q3 together and I basically hurried out after he told me they‘ll delete your lap", you recalled recent events.

"He’s not smart enough to connect that", Lando fired back at his friend, which made you chuckle.

"Thank you for being here", he got serious again. "Means a lot!"

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his messy and sweaty curls. "Trust me, there’s no place I‘d rather be!"

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[sweetestcaptainhughes]

48 with Trevor zegras pls ☁️

Drabble Challenge. Drabble Masterlist.

"We've become that clingy couple that you used to complain about"

Neither you or Trevor were very big on PDA in general, especially when you started dating. Both of you did at first did find it hilarious soft launching your relationship and have random girls on social media speculate if you were dating or not. Neither of you ever giving them even a 'breadcrumb' of evidence that you were dating as far as PDA, all they had got was a few likes on Instagram and comments on posts. Even after six months of dating when you 'hard launched' your relationship, you still weren't big on PDA especially if it came to posting online pictures of you together.

Trevor asked you one night why you hated showing PDA even in front of small crowds because in private all you wanted to do was cuddle. All you told him was that "One I don't wanna became one of those clingy couples that you can never do anything without the other one present and two I don't want someone posting a private moment thinking it's cute. And then my entire face is all over Instagram and Twitter it makes me uncomfortable."

He made grabby hands at you at you pulling you into the couch. "Aww baby." He said in a little high pitch voice, almost like a baby voice. "I love you and if that's what you want okay." And then he teased you by leaving nasty wet raspberries all over you cheek until you were able to wiggle out of his embrace.

That only happened 6 months ago, but now everything has shifted. It started small, out with the team you both would hold hands under the table so no one could see. Then it became out with friends in a crowded bar and he would have a protective arm around you. By the summertime, visiting family you would sit in his lap because their wasn't enough seats and Grandma had to sit somewhere. By Labor Day it was game over, after spending an entire summer together Trevor was your shadow. If you moved 3 feet away he deemed it was too much and he didn't give a shit about what any of the boys had to say. He knew that the season was about to start and he needed to soak in all the time he had left with you before he had to go sometimes weeks without you.

But you didn't even care, all your friends and family knew not to post online about you guys, even on what they deemed their 'private accounts' after all the boys Goodreads accounts were found this summer. Honestly you didn't even notice that Trevor and you were so attached to eachother until the first week long roadie of the season. After sleeping in the same bed every single night for the past 6 months after not being able to sleep for 2 days straight because you didn't have Trevor's warm body heat. Whether it was giving into an intrusive thought or sleep deprivation you found yourself booking a ticket to fucking Utah to surprise Trevor. It was worth it when seven hours later he saw you during warms-up. His teammates were thankful too because a clingy sad Trevor without you was even more unbearable than a happy yapping Trevor.

Later on in his hotel room you guys were laying down. Both you finally felt relaxed and able to get a good night's sleep for the first time in days. Turning your head towards Trevor you couldn't help but comment at how malicious smile on his face. "Trev what?"

Turning his head toward your voice he said "I just can't stop thinking about the fact that in only a year of dating. We've become that clingy couple you used to complain about."

Gasping loudly at his confusion, slightly sitting up in the bed now leaning your arm to support your weight. "We have not! Take it back!" you exclaimed as Trevor just laughed and pulled you back down to hold you against him.

"Nope." Making the popping p sound for emphasis.

"We have not!" Lightly jokingly hitting him on his chest, that now shook as he laughed so hard at your reaction.

"Then what are we?" A big smile still on his face that it probably hurt his cheeks.

"I said I didn't wanna became a couple that couldn't still go out with their friends by themselves OR all over social media constantly showing PDA which we aren't." you agrued.

"baby. You flew to fucking Utah because you wanted to be able to sleep in the same bed. And the only reason we aren't all over social media even in our friends posts cuddling and shit is because YOU told people not to. " Quickly stealing a peck from your lips as he turned quickly to turn off the light craving a good night's sleep more than he would care to admit.

"yeah well that's difffernet." you grumble. "plus we can still go out without each other to hangout with friends."

"hmm" Trevor answers half asleep, pulling you tighter into him. "I still think it's funny. Now let's sleep babygirl I'm tired."

[bangtanhoneys]

Seokjin & Grace - Seokjin's Angels

It was hard to have a life when you had back-to-back schedules, and it was even harder to support your boyfriend around these schedules as he finally released his first solo material. Seokjin had been hard at work the moment he walked out of the military gates, and he hadn’t stopped, apart from a couple of days of rest here and there, when all he wanted to do was either sleep, spend time with Grace or his family, or play a game. 

Grace’s schedule was just as hectic as her first concert date was fast approaching. Meetings after meetings, costume changes, adjustments to songs and set, changing of two dancers who had to leave due to personal commitments and one venue change in Asia. But against all odds, things were in motion and she managed to get two spare days to attend Jin’s Happy Special Stage in Jangchun Arena. 

She had been there for some of the album’s recordings and she had provided a little bit of vocals, but like Grace had stated from the very beginning, she wanted the boys to have their moments of glory on their own without any involvement from her. And that was the exact same promise when it came to Jin’s solo career - she’d be there to provide support in the background as much as she could. 

“Are you nervous?” her mother asked in the backseat of the car.

But the question wasn’t to Grace but Seokjin’s mother who was also in back. 

“A little but I’m more excited to see what he’s bringing to the stage. Has he told you anything, Hea?”

Grace glanced up at the rearview mirror so she could look at both mothers and shook her head. “He’s told me nothing in terms of the setlist though I’m pretty sure it’s going to be the full album, the Astronaught and probably Super Tuna. Other than that, I have no clue. He’s kept me in the dark about what’s happening over the next two days.”

The car they were in pulled into the underground parking and security followed them from the parking all the way up to the little area where they could be seated away from the crowd but with full view of the stage.

The arena was filling up nicely of ARMY and it made Grace smile when she saw them all wearing Seokjin’s merchandise whether it was merch from the album, RJ or Wootteo or even just BTS merch in general. 

She had somehow managed to convince her mother and Seokjin’s mother to wear merchandise in the form of t-shirts and before the concert started, the three of them took a picture together with the stage in the background. It would later be uploaded to Grace’s Instagram with the two mother’s faces hidden by heart emojis and the caption: “We’re running wild!”

Of course, social media would have a field day and Twitter exploded in what they were calling Seokjin’s Angels. 

For Grace, who had heard the songs back to front, it was a chance for her to watch Seokjin do his thing while watching his mother beam happily from where she sitting to watching her own mother dance around while waving an ARMY Bomb in the air. 

A little selfishly, it gave Grace a sense of comfort to watch her man back on stage and absolutely kill it with every song and every interaction with ARMY on stage especially when they were screaming ‘B!’ when picking a photo of Seokjin working out. 

And backstage, when they went to see him get changed from Jin to Seokjin, Grace immediately felt a sense of relief exhale from his body when his arms wrapped around her and she took all his weight. They were both finally where they belonged, on stage and with each other.

[pray4saint]

hihi i'm here to pick that massive brain of yours 😼

can we have some headcanons (or anything really) of george having a crush on a popular streamer!reader and maybe all his friends tease him about it bc he's just so smitten and has negative rizz around them? (sorry if this is basic but I can't get the idea out of my mind)

smitten

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. popular streamer!reader. fluff. george pining after reader. bsf!larray bc i felt like it. use of 'y/n'. swearing.

a/n. this has been rotting in my inbox for almost 3 weeks soooo here we are lmaoo. started writing 8/26/23, finished writing 8/29/23. crazy right??

”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” those were the first words george ever heard you say.

george had heard your twitch handle – your username – float around twitter for awhile since you had another big project coming up. but the first time he saw you was in larray's newest youtube video. you'd opened the door to the room larray was pacing around in, talking into this phone's microphone, and you had two coffees in hand. ”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” the cut off was when one of the coffees spilled a little bit out of the lid and onto the floor. larray let his jaw fall slack, looking between the camera and the floor by the entrance. ”oh bitch how did that happen?”

”shut up.” you start, stepping over the spill to put the coffees down on his desk. ”do you have paper towels?” and then the video cut to him driving alone in his car, singing along to another song as he did almost ritualistically during these cuts.

it was that video that sent george down the rabbit hole. it started with your youtube channels, your main which was mostly your shortened streams and those very rare vlogs you did with friends. almost two hours had gone by when he realised just how long he'd been watching your videos and laughing every few minutes because you had said something funny, or you added to a joke someone else had started.

then there was your twitch, which had him travelling over to your twitter, and after reading like ten of your tweets, he followed you. after shaking his head and closing twitter, he found himself scrolling through your instagram. starting with the most recent, which he liked, that was safe enough, and he just kept going, at least until one of his roommates knocked on his door, and he accidentally liked a really old post. it was late and he didn't understand what could possibly be so important.

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george didn't bother telling any of his friends about you as he didn't feel it was necessary. ping. that was weird. george could've sworn he'd silenced his phone. then again, this wasn't his stream and he could afford to check it right then.

twitter – 1 new notification @ yourusername followed you back!

his lips parted, a heavy exhale leaving him. it was weird, but he smiled at it. ”ooooh george, what's, or who's got you smilin' over there?” sapnap half-turned around in his chair, wiggling his eyebrows at his roommate. george's eyes snap up to his friend. ”uh, what?” sapnap just sort of laughs it off and goes back what he was doing prior.

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”hi george, i'm y/n.” you extended a hand out to the brit and after what felt like forever, he put his hand in yours and shook. ”hi.” was the only word he could manage out. as much as he wanted to make a good first impression, the only thing he could do when he looked at you was smile. it was something easily picked up by the rest of the group; sapnap, dream and larri. there were shared looks between the three, ones neither you or george saw.

you'd of course heard of the dream team, they were popular streamers, but you'd also heard about them from larri, who knew them a quite a bit better than the internet did.

larri was the first to speak up to get everyone back on track, to record the video. ”anyways so–”

god, george was a goner for you, and he didn't even really know you. at least not yet.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[smolwritingchick]

That Could've Been Me

I'm still working on the brainstorms but I found this in my documents and hoped it would hold you. A random idea I thought of. Maybe Jennie's private dance practice videos would leak when one of her dance friends gets hacked on Instagram and the hacker posts a few videos of Jen dancing sexy to expand her skill. This is just some randomness. Not sure when I'd put it in if I decide to :)

Maybe a part 2 down the line??

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"Ah, shit...here we go..." Jennie groaned, feeling her face flush with embarrassment as she scrolled through the comments of her latest Instagram photo regarding her dance videos.

The list went on with likes from fans, celeb friends, nonceleb friends and everyone else coming through to her page out of curiosity. So many people were liking the post on her friend's page with the various dance videos and it was NOT supposed to happen. Sure, it was just her dancing but she didn’t want them posted. Especially when she was still in practice mode and was not up to her standards for dancing this type of style. She wanted to post something about her progress but not yet. The leaks gave her whiplash as her notifications began to blow up.

Lifeofdesiigner- hey big head! 

Justrandomeveryday- OK JW! 

Jessicah_o- ummmmm yasssss! 

jacksonwang852g7- WOW!!

bensimmons- I could have been your dance partner Ms.Walker

bambam1a- MA'AM!! 

marktuan- Jennie!!!

She even saw her best friend, Angelina’s comment, 'Lmfaoooo hey big head!! You look like a snack in the videos! Don't sweat it!'

Even her sister Alani, ‘You are sooooo extra with that grinding, ahahahah, go tf off!’

And also her sister Vienna, ‘Someone PLEASE check on Jungkook!!'

Various other comments included:

'I love you!'

'Oh my!'

'And this is all Jungkook’s! Lucky man!'

'Anyone know if she still taken?'

'So are you SINGLE SINGLE? Can I shoot my shot?'

'Dayum look at my mom!'

'Can we learn that choreography and dance together?'

'Jungkook is lucky af.'

'Hey uh…can you open my DM?'

It amused her to see how they were all going on about it. She had planned to post some progress when she felt better about her technique with it. Now everybody knew she was learning a more sensual way of dancing. 

Buzz Buzz Buzz

Jennie checked her phone to read her friend's text, 'Jen omfg I'm so sorry about all this! Idk how I got hacked!'

She sighed. No point in getting angry about it. It wasn't her fault. People have no respect for privacy these days.

Jen: Gurl it's fine...it's pretty much out of our control now. PLEASE do that two step factor for your log in lol. 

Her mind wandered to the guys. Oh man, she hoped Jungkook didn't see them. Or the members. The last thing she needed was to hear their reactions to it all. 

Trying to ignore the chaos, she avoided social media and went about her day like normal. She managed to avoid the members who went about their day freely, out of the dorm while she stayed at the dorm, chilling in her room. The one person she wanted to avoid the most about it was Jungkook and it seemed like perhaps she had been spared by his reaction.

However, she would be very wrong.

Jungkook knew. 

Earlier that day, scrolling through Twitter he saw that Jen was trending. Shooked, wasn’t even the best word to describe his reaction as he leaned in close, tilting his head, focused on the screen when it showed her leaked sexy dance covers.

He couldn’t help but feel envy overcome him when he saw that a lot of male idols had seen it before him and posted some flirty comments on her Instagram page thanks to screenshots from ARMY on Twitter to document how people were reacting. 

How come she didn’t ask him to dance with her? All that grinding looked like it could use a partner and could lead to something much more physical than dancing if they wanted to go that far.

As Jennie walked into the kitchen, her stomach dropped when she saw Jungkook sitting on the couch, on his phone. It looked like he had been the only member to return from going out.

"H—Hey! You're back. What's up?" she blurted out, trying to hide her nervousness.

Jungkook looked up and smiled. "Hey, I just got back. You all right?"

"Yeah! Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He nodded as he watched her closely. "Anything interesting happen today?"

"No, no, not at all. Things are fine. I'm just...playing the sims," she nervously laughed.

"I see. I'm going to make noodles. You want some?"

"Yes, please. Thanks," she smiled and went back to her room to continue playing her game.

'Ok...maybe I'm in the clear...' she thought to herself as she started to relax a bit more.

After eating with him, the two hung out in her room with him sitting in her chair by her desk while she sat on her bed, watching a Marvel movie with him. Distracted was an understatement as Jungkook's mind continued to wander back to her videos and he finally decided to speak up about it.

"So, film any dance covers as of late?" he asked out of nowhere, causing her to almost choke on her water.

'Shit.' she thought in alarm, stiffening at his question.

She placed her water down and turned to him. "I—I can explain!"

"I'm listening," he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

"I was just messing around,"

"Yeah, that one video of you messing around with that chair was very interesting,"

"It wasn't anything, okay? It's not a big deal,"

"To everybody else on your Instagram, it seems that it is,"

She groaned. “It wasn’t even that great. I didn’t want them posted because it wasn’t up to my standards, yet. I still wanted to practice,"

“It wasn’t that great? Do you understand how crazy those videos were driving me? My girlfriend’s dance covers get leaked and it’s nothing but sexy dances and I have to see all these male idols commenting under her page.”

She watched him express himself. The jealousy radiated off him as he poked the inside of his cheek and shook his head.

“That could’ve been me on that chair, too," he went on. "And that could’ve been me you were grinding on. I want to see it. Right here. Right now,"

"Right now!?" she exclaimed as her eyes widened. "Are you for real?"

He bit his lower lip softly and leaned back against the chair with his gaze on her intensifying. 

"Yeah...lock the door," 

[thomotomo]

Accidental Reveal - Faker x Male Reader

A/N: Once again coming back from the dead to drop you a lil something~ My current hyperfixation is Faker (and T1 and the LCK as a whole too) and I have a few more ideas in stock so maybe I'm gonna drop some more stuff soon! If you wanna request for any League player don't hesitate, I'm absolutely down :D

You were a rather well-known streamer, mostly known for playing Osu and a variety of games such as sometimes league of legends. You had been dating Lee Sang hyeok, better known as Faker, for the past 3 years. The two of you had recently decided it would be good to start living together and for the past two weeks you had slowly been moving your stuff to his house.

You hadn't been streaming during that time, chilling and hanging out with your boyfriend whilst installing your stuff. You had been lucky it was the off-season so could spend most of your time together.

But today, Sang Hyeok had went out to meet up at T1 Headquarters for some work so you decided it would be nice to stream so you had spent most of the afternoon catching up with your chat, telling them about your move with your partner (obviously omitting with who and where exactly you had been moving).

You had been playing Osu, it had been a while and you had been itching to try out new maps so you were rather happy to be able to do so once again. You were having so much fun that you hadn't noticed your phone going off quietly so you jumped, when, right after you finished a song with a nice grade.

You took off your headset as you saw your boyfriend grinning face. You exhaled loudly before standing up to greet him, giving him a peck, completely forgetting that you were live,so in the meantime, your chat was going wild, even though your camera's angle wasn't super wide, they still had seen Sanghyeok's face.

You were in the midst of telling to him what you were doing when suddenly your face decomposed as you realised that you were live and that people now most likely knew who you had moved in with.

"I was streaming...", Sanghyeok's face froze too and you winced before quickly seating back on your chair.

"Hey everyone thanks for stopping by today, I er... gotta go do something quick so we'll see each other very soon! Bye."

You waved at the camera and ended the stream, keeping an eye on the chat, who was still yelling and typing "FAKER?!?!?!!?", you knew you had fucked up. You shut down everything and turned towards your boyfriend, after all he was the bigger celebrity out of the two of you. You knew that you weren't 1000% in the shit as T1 and the management alongside both of your respective families already knew about your relationship so it wouldn't come off as a surprise to them but to the rest of the world and especially to the whole country, it was another thing.

"Fuck Sanghyeok I'm so sorry. I was happy to see you and I forgot to tell you..."

"No it's okay I should've knocked." He said as he sighed and shook his head. The two of you stood there in silence, you were dreading the panicked phone call that would ensue. You stepped towards your boyfriend, kissing his cheek, trying to soothe him at least a bit.

"Hey, we can't do anything about it at the moment. Do you wanna eat something? We can order."

He nodded quietly, he was still frowning, you could feel that he was stressed by everything that was happening. You took out your phone out and, ignoring the DMs coming from some of your friends, you ordered comfort food for the both of you and waited for your order to arrive.

You could see that he was glued to his phone and you could only guess what he was reading. As if he could read your brain and hear your worry he spoke up.

"Don't worry it's just the groupchat with the guys. They're worried about us."

You couldn't help but let out a quiet breath. At least he wasn't letting shitty comments online get to him. You were itching to take a look at Twitter but you knew it wouldn't be good, looking at the timer for when your food would be delivered, you couldn't help but bite your lip in worry. Sanghyeok chuckled quietly and grabbed your face, peppering it with gentle kisses.

"Stop frowning and worrying we're going to be okay. Even if people don't like it. What do you want to watch?"

You smiled softly at him and both of you checked Netflix to see what show you'd be watching tonight. Soon after you had started the first episode of this show you had been wanting to watch the delivery person called you up. You went to fetch the food and as soon as you came back, the both of you settled and dived into your dinner, opting to enjoy it quietly and ignoring the storm you had created. Once you finished cleaning up the dinner the two of you laid down on the couch, him laying down on you.

Whilst you were really into the show you had turned on, you had moved to replying to your friends and family who had discovered the situation or were worried about you, reassuring them that the two of you would be okay.

Once that was done you turned back your focus on the show and on Sanghyeok, caressing his hair gently. You were just basking in the presence of each other, after all you it was late at night and worrying about what had happened was useless and you would deal with the consequences tomorrow.

[creedslove]

Pedro is so much not my type, yet I'm so in love with every character he plays.

Like. He is not my type of handsome, but oh my god he is so handsome sometimes. Like. The smile?! Nose wrinkles?! Crows feet around his eyes?! Patchy beard?! How someone can be opposite of what you like, and be at the same time this beautiful handsome person you just LOVE to look at. So weird.

Anyway.

Marcus with and without a beard is stunning!

Can you imagine you see him for the first time with a stubble and you just can't stop staring. Touching his scratchy face. You kiss his cheeks, because it's a new feeling, and you like it. But Marcus is little shy about all the attention 🙈

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: I understand it completely anon, as I said here a couple of times, before liking Pedro, I never thought he was the kind of guy I would like when it came to his looks; I never really paid attention to him, but the little I had seen him on Twitter or passing by when my dad was watching tlou was that he was a normal looking guy. And then once I started really liking him I got more and more used to his features and to me there isn't a more handsome man in the world! I agree with everything you said! He's the whole package, everything about him is beautiful and the best part is knowing he's beautiful inside and out, so it's not only looks, he's also a great person and idk I just really like Pedro and I don't mean to be NFSW but I want to hug him so tight lol 😆

Also, I'm sorry but your ask exceeded the cute limit™ so I had to kidnap it and turn it into a headcanon ❤️

• you couldn't wait to see Marcus after nearly three months of going undercover; you hated he had to do that kind of job, not only was it extremely dangerous but you hated that you completely lost touch with him

• so you were very excited to meet him again after all that time, your feelings for each other were growing but were also unresolved and you deeply regretted not coming forward about it sooner

• the moment you walked into the office and saw Marcus there, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest; his hair was longer now, you could even see some curls forming at the same time he let his beard grow a little

• you'd always been used to his clean shaven face and you loved it; you loved his sharp jaw, his dimples, his beautiful lips, you loved all of him, but you were also so mesmerized by his stubble, though he looked more mature with it, his boyish smile hadn't changed one bit

"Marcus!!!"

• you squealed running to him, he held his arms open for you, but you stopped inches from him, your hand carefully stroking against his cheek, feeling it underneath your palm and loving it

• he was a little shy at first, you had never stroked him like that, but he also enjoyed it

"I was going to shave it as soon as I got home..."

• he blushed softly but you shook your head

"leave it for a couple of days at least, it suits you"

• you giggled and kissed his cheeks, loving how your lips felt against the burn of his recent beard, you knew you had never taken such liberties with him before but at that moment, it didn't really matter, it felt very good

• when you were finally done with his facial hair, you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him for a tight kiss, burying your face into the crook of his neck, you felt so safe and so happy to have him back

"please, never go undercover again, I missed you too much"

• you gave him the puppy eyes and he nodded, his arms wrapped tight around you as he thought that maybe his feelings for you weren't as unrequited as he thought they were

____

[maoam]

Does Sakuna have feelings for Megumi? Why he is so obsessed with him?

Yeah... he certainly has some feelings... Someone might say "he just wanted to possess him for his technique" but it's not so.

Gege actually puts a lot of wordplay/innuendo in his manga. Sukuna says “魅せてみろ伏黒恵” in chapter 9 which is often translated as "show me what you've got" but since Sukuna uses the kanji 魅 instead of 見 the actual translation is like "bewitch me/enchant me/charm me. Viz doesn't surprise me because they have botchered translations before, but even some other translators have made it that way. Maybe their brain just can't comprehend the actual meaning. Thankfully, many good translators in the fandom came to the rescue, which is how I also learned about the real meaning.

And in chapter 118 Sukuna says “魅せてくれたな” which is sometimes translated as "you've showed me the way" but again the accurate translation is "you've enchanted me/bewitched me/charmed me. It looks like the anime subs went for "you've fascinated me".

I have seen Japanese fans also talk about these moments. Someone said "he is flirting lol".

So these are more accurate versions.

Then we have this interview part from Gege:

I have seen the video of this interview and yes he did use the word 'attractive'.

唯一の好奇 was also mentioned, which means "sole curiosity" referring to Megumi in Sukuna's mind. And Sukuna also said he likes Megumi's face. However I think it's more Megumi's character/personality that attracts Sukuna.

There are also some other weird things. For example, when Megumi lowers Sukuna's cursed energy output to 10%, which allows Yuuji to punch the hell out of him for a while, Sukuna isn't angry. English translation translates his line as "Damn you Megumi Fushiguro" but the original line is not a curse, but more like a fond complaint. Like if someone misbehaved a little, but you're not really that mad, just scolding them fondly. Sukuna doesn't talk like this about other people, he's usually very harsh, so the fact he doesn't lose his temper with Megumi and is more 'soft' is something to be noted. This is something one translator named ziteemo pointed out on twitter. He also smiles, which shows he is impressed.

Something I didn't even think about but saw some people wonder about. Sukuna was losing control to the point his hands shook. So he carried Megumi with shaky hands instead of letting Yuuji carry him to safety (which he knows Yuuji would have done without a doubt). Why? And the fact Megumi's previously messed up face is clean afterwards, like he's just peacefully sleeping. Is it because he likes his face? Lol.

It has become even more baffling now that we know even more how much Sukuna doesn't like humans and how in the past he told Kashimo that love is worthless and he doesn't need other people to satisfy him. But Megumi seems to be the exception now, for a reason we don't know yet. Gege only said there is something Sukuna finds attractive about Megumi. And despite what Sukuna said about not needing other people to satisfy him, he was shown to be satisfied whenever Megumi did anything, even with his domain, despite the fact domains are innate, and Sukuna wouldn't be able to use it himself. So 1000 years ago he didn't have any ideals or goals, he was just killing time, yet now is he is fixated on one specific individual. Sukuna and "love" have been linked more than once, with Sukuna saying love is worthless, to Yorozu saying "I will teach you love". The name Megumi is strongly associated with "love". So high chance Megumi will somehow bring Sukuna down or tame him, or something like that. Kill him, or shut him down somehow, I don't know how.

They recently published an official MV using the manga panels and this last part just strengthens this idea. They took panels from different moments (Megumi's smile is from one chapter cover, then there is surprised Sukuna during fight, then there is Megumi telling Yuuji he doesn't regret saving him, and then there is... originally Yuuji smiling cheekily at Megumi, except they put a Sukuna filter on him (those tattoos weren't on Yuuji originally as we know since they appear only if Sukuna is in control). And then it cuts to Sukuna's hands over Megumi's neck/decoltee chapter cover.

So what this collage of panels makes it look is Megumi is smiling, Sukuna is surprised, Megumi is telling Sukuna he doesn't regret saving him, and Sukuna smiles. So yeah. I think this has to have some signifigance. But yes, the fact Megumi asked Gojo for Yuuji to be saved also saved Sukuna.

I know Gege said Sukuna is one of his faves and the main character in his previous oneshot had a similar personality and abilities (while the girl in the story was named Megumi, so that's also a name he has wanted to use) so he clearly has a lot of passion for Sukuna's character. I'm not sure what Gege is planning. But Megumi and Sukuna have been linked to each other since the beginning of the story so Megumi will play a vital part to Sukuna's ending, whatever that will be.

But yeah, the memes joking how Sukuna is a simp for Megumi or has a crush on him aren't really wrong... Gege did intend that innuendo to be there.

[wishitweresummer]

Now Admit It (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 3746

Warning: Very intense tickles!!! There’s the tiniest bit of angst. Mouth tickles.

(This series is called Glass House! Next part: Now How Do You Want It)

Dream and Sapnap were still learning all the adorable layers there were to George's secret. One that was still very confusing was the length at which George was comfortable speaking about it directly. It seemed to shift with his mood, and never was really even that much. The words 'I love being tickled.' or 'I want to be tickled.' actually haven't left the boy's mouth at all. Instead, he would find other ways to express he wanted to be tickled. Some sweet, but mostly just George being a brat.

The two's current favorite way that George would say he wanted to be tickled was when he shared whatever tickle content he was looking at. It was a lot more peaceful than him just antagonizing them and they also got to see some cool fan content they normally wouldn't. This was always done from a distance though. Dream or Sapnap would receive a message with some adorable art or fanfiction of George being tickled and would have to hunt him down through the house to find the flustered mess of a boy waiting and ready to run.

Today, George must have been feeling bolder. The plan had clearly been set in advance; tempting the other two into Dream's bed by being as sweet and cute as possible. The lazy cuddle session has lasted about an hour before George seemingly kicked his plan into action.

George had one hand interlocked with Dream's while he relaxed his head on Sapnap's warm chest. He scrolled through Instagram on his phone with his free hand in clear view for Sapnap. He swiped over to Twitter and the image already pulled up was an intense tickle scene. Sapnap only saw a flash of red-flushed cheeks and their signature colors before George locked the screen and rolled away, right into Dream's chest. Dream coo'ed happily, unaware.

Sapnap huffed and sat up, eyeing down the mischievous boy.

"You're not slick George, let me see that again.", Sapnap nudged him. Dream opened his eyes and blinked into the dim light of the room.

"What's going on?", he asked, playing softly with George's hair and holding him protectively. Sapnap shook his head, amused. He wormed his hand between the two, searching for the phone. Dream and George both burst into giggles at the intrusive hand.

"Hey!". Dream shoved George away like a tickling offer for Sapnap. "Him, not me! What's going on?".

"He had tickle art on his phone! I want to see it!".

"No way!", George held his phone to his chest with both hands. He was on his back between the two and struggling to not smile. His mouth flicked between a scowl and a little grin as a blush started to overtake him. Dream laughed and shook his head at the adorable sight.

Quickly, he sat up like Sapnap and loomed over the excited boy.

"Ohhh you better hand over that phone right now Georgie.", he slipped into a sing-song. Sapnap smirked, leaning over him as well. George squeaked and tried to roll over, but Dream caught his shoulder and pressed it back down so he was flat on his back.

Very adorably, and with a surprising lack of fight, George dropped the phone on his chest and covered his face with both hands. Dream and Sapnap exchanged a knowing look.

'Wow.', Sapnap mouthed.

'He's so bad right now.', Dream mouthed back. An even more silent conversation passed between them as Sapnap's face lit up in excitement first, then in questioning. Dream nodded. The plan was in place.

Sapnap grabbed the phone and unlocked it. With Dream's big hand on George's chest to hold him down, they both looked at the art.

It was their characters. Dream with a green hoodie and his smile mask clipped to his belt. Sapnap had his flame shirt and a white bandana. George was a lot more disheveled than the other two, but was recognizable. His light blue shirt had ridden up and the clout goggles on his head were knocked out of place. Dream had one hand holding both his wrists down above his head and was sitting on his knees next to him. The smile on his face was fond. He looked love-struck...which was pretty common with Dream Team fanart. Sapnap was straddling George's waist with a devious grin.

The tickling looked brutal. Sapnap had a hand behind him latched to George's thigh while his other leg was kicking out into the air. Sapnap's other hand was clawed and tickling into the poor boy's side. Dream's large hands had black fingerless gloves and his free one was digging meanly into the side of George's ribcage.

     The George in the art looked beyond gone. His face was twisted into a scream and his cheeks and nose were beet-red. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hair was ruffled.

The two took in the art for long enough that George started to squirm in anticipation. Sapnap let out a low whistle.

"Damn, George.", he laughed. Dream grinned and collected up the boys’s wrists and started pulling him into the position. Sapnap quickly followed suit, straddling George's waist.

     The fight George put up was so weak and fake, the other two couldn't help but scoff and giggle at it.

"No! Guys!", George whimpered, shoving his blushing face into his arm.

     Then, the room was quiet.

     George peeked out to find the other two smirking at him. He hid again.

"Is this it Georgie? Is this the position?", Sapnap purred. He squirmed at the words.

But, neither were tickling him. George let his head fall back against the pillow and furrowed his eyebrows at the two.

"What are you doing?", he asked softly. He tugged lightly on the hold Dream had on his wrists.

"Tickling you.", Sapnap said plainly and jerked his hands towards George's tummy...but didn't actually touch him. George burst into giggles anyway.

"Don't!!", he cried, shoving his face back in his arm.

The bed shook lightly with his little squirms and giggles, but they slowly calmed as he peeked out again. His cheeks were red now.

"You're teasing me.", he whimpered.

"Do you want us to tickle you?", Dream tilted his head.

"No.", George responded quickly. Sapnap laughed softly.

"Just looking at art of you being tickled by us because...", Sapnap trailed off expectantly. George's blush flushed darker and he whined, shoving his face right back into his arm. The other two coo'ed.

Okay, so Dream and Sapnap had been discussing ways to get George to admit out loud that he enjoyed being tickled since it all came out the other day. This little stunt George pulled was so blatant that they were hoping he was desperate enough to actually do it. But, god was George stubborn.

"Shut. Up.", he growled. The poor thing looked flustered beyond belief. Clearly, he saw this going a much different direction.

"Actually, if you want something you should just ask nicely.", Dream smiled. George looked at him in utter disbelief. The level of shock on his face was comical.

"C'mon Georgie. Since when do you have trouble telling Dream when you want something?". George let out a long high pitched whine and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"This might be harder than we thought.".

     Dream and Sapnap exchanged looks over the flustered boy. Luckily, they could still see a hint of a smile on his face from where it was visible. They could tell George was enjoying himself. The issue was that he would apparently never admit it.

     Sapnap started squeezing George's sides and he squealed, squirming wildly under them. The two smiled as he burst into loud laughter. He seemed electrified by the touch.

"You're a dick!!", he cried. His legs kicked up the blankets behind Sapnap.

"Oh, is it worse now?", Dream teased. George could only shake his head through his cackling.

     Dream tased his fingers a few times into the Brit's ribcage until he was screeching and thrashing. The two tickle monsters exchanged a look and nodded, evidentially deciding to drop the plan to force the boy to admit his true feelings about being tickled.

Sapnap put his hand back and grabbed a hold of George's thigh, and suddenly they were recreating the tickle art. George screamed and fell into hysterical laughter easily, squirming and bucking under the ticklish hands. Now, he fought back. Desperately tugging against Dream's hold and failing.

"Stop!!!", he squeaked out. The laughter was overwhelming his ability to speak and he mostly just gave in. Dream and Sapnap watched fondly as the ticklish boy fell into pieces under them.

"Want me to get your death spot?", Dream asked teasingly, crawling his hand up a little higher on his ribcage. George shrieked and shook his head 'no'. "Uh oh I'm getting closer!".

"George he's gonna getcha!". George threw his head back into the pillow and wailed with laughter. The teases shooting through him just as shocking and jolting as the tickles themselves.

"No!!", he cried.

     Dream spidered his hand fast up into the waiting underarm and tickled him through the thin t-shirt. George fell into silence and convulsed at the overwhelming sensation. Sapnap smirked evilly and jerked his own hand up into the other unsuspecting underarm before George could even adjust to the original attack enough to laugh. The two watched in amusement as a shuddering wheeze wracked George's body before he let out a piercing scream. Sapnap's other hand just gripped his side to help hold him in place as the ticklish boy completely lost his mind. Loud and panicked cackles tore out of George as he struggled underneath them.

"Please!", he begged. "Fuck, guys c'mon!!". The desperate gasping between each round of laughter was squeaky and adorable. Tears streaked down his beet-red cheeks. The blankets became a twisted mess behind Sapnap as George kicked through them and braced against the bed in an attempt to buck him off.

"Does it tickle?", Sapnap asked, sing-song.

     George's shoulders were shaking with the force he was using to try and tug free from Dream's pin. He was just so...helpless. A tingle of excitement shot up his spine at the realization, forcing him to tilt his head back into the pillow suddenly as the laughter just kept pouring out. The other two were insatiable for his laughter and weren't giving him a moment to collect himself or breathe. His head spun in the most pleasant way. No thoughts could stick in his brain. Instead, he was forced to give himself over to the demanding feeling of being tickled.

     The torturous hands finally abandoned his underarms, but they didn't seem to be anywhere near done. Past begging, George let the squealing and laughter take over him entirely.

     Dream and Sapnap played with the ticklish bones of his ribcage together. The combination of the large and small fingers working between each and every rib sent George into a frenzy.

"Watch this.", Dream said as he shook an entire clawed hand into the side of the ribs. George screamed.

"Tsk. Watch this.", Sapnap said as he used both hands to rapid fire poke along the other side of the ribs. George squealed and barked out a sharp laugh.

"I'm dying!", he wailed. His laughter shot up multiple octaves as Dream and Sapnap smirked and combined their techniques. "Fuck!!", he screamed.

     The hands left him after a few more seconds and he whined through giggly gasps. He opened his eyes to see what Dream and Sapnap were up to when he felt his shirt moving. Horrifyingly, they were tugging his shirt up above his ribcage. Sapnap caught his eye and smirked.

"Hungry for ribs.", he explained. George squeaked.

"No! Sapnap, please!". Sapnap scooted down and brushed his evil lips in the middle of the trembling ribcage. George squirmed as he desperately tried to catch his breath while he could.

"Left side or right side?".

"Neither!".

"Left side.". A smirk was pressed into the middle before Sapnap started drifting down to the left side.

"You can't do this!!", George begged. Dream and Sapnap watched in awe as a twitchy grin overtook George's face before he bit his lip and dropped his head back, whining in frustration. Silently, they looked at each other and thanked the universe for making George so bad at hiding his giddy feelings. Otherwise, they might feel a little bad for wrecking him.

     A tortured shriek flew from George's lips as Sapnap finally started nibbling along the bottom of his ribcage. He collapsed into a frantic laughter. It was a satisfying noise. It bubbled out of him quickly as the nibbles traveled steadily up his ribcage. Dream coo'ed softly, watching George's face. His body jerked left and right against his will, clearly just making things worse as he grimaced every time it forced the ticklish teeth against him more. Sapnap growled playfully as he continued nibbling, closing his eyes and getting into it. George shivered at the sound and fell into cackles.

"Stop it!!". Dream laughed and shook his head fondly. He wormed a finger between George's neck and shoulder and relished in the squeal.

     Sapnap sat up and licked his lips, smacking them obnoxiously.

"Appetizer was delicious.". George squeaked at the implication, immediately falling into panicked giggles.

"No! Sapnap please! No more nibbles!". The giggles were breathy as he squirmed. Sapnap opened his mouth wide and faked like he was about to start in on his bare tummy. George shrieked in terror. Dream and Sapnap laughed.

"What are you gonna do Gogy? Huh? Laugh some more? You're not going anywhere.", Dream spoke as he pushed the sweaty hair off his forehead for him. George's giggles were near hysterical at just the threat of Sapnap's mouth on his tummy. Dream couldn't help the soft tone of his voice anymore at just how precious George was like this. "Here, I'll wipe your dumb little tears.". George stilled so Dream could follow through, still giggling uncontrollably.

"You two are the worst.", he muttered weakly, clearly flustered.

     Sapnap rolled his eyes at the little love-fest and dropped down, delivering a wet and loud raspberry to the left of George's bellybutton. George yelped before falling back into gasping laughter. His tummy flinched and jumped helplessly. Sapnap grabbed his hips and blew a raspberry directly into his bellybutton.

"Sapnap!!!", he wailed.

"Yeah?", Sapnap murmured into the ticklish bellybutton nibbling at the edges of it. George squealed. His legs kicked at the bed in frustration and desperate laughter took him over again. Horribly ticklish shocks wracked his body as Sapnap teased his bellybutton with his teeth. Dream whistled lowly next to him at the brutality.

     A warm and wet tongue wormed it's way into his bellybutton and George screamed in horror.

"Idiot!!!", he cried. "Get out of there!!". His voice was high pitched and panicked. Sapnap sat up with a smirk. Dream dropped his forehead down into George's forearms and wheezed painfully loud next to his ear.

"Sapnap...you're so weird!!", he laughed. George squirmed and whined.

"It tickled! I was tickling him!", Sapnap cried over-defensively, clearly just proud of himself. Dream laughed harder, shaking his head as he sat back up.

"Well, it worked.". They both looked at George, who couldn't stop giggling for the life of him. He was trying to hide his face in his arm again.

     Dream wiggled in place and took in the entire scene again.

"Ready to switch?", he asked Sapnap. George gasped sharply.

"What!?".

"What?".

     The two laughed as they easily held the squirmy boy down as they switched positions. Now, Sapnap was above George holding his arms down to the bed straight up with his knees between them and Dream was straddling his waist.

"You doing good, pretty boy?", Dream asked with a poke to the bare tummy in front of him. George squealed and tried to buck his hips.

"No!", he cried. Dream grinned wolfishly.

     They had discovered pretty quickly that George only got more and more sensitive as they tickled him. Even George hadn't know. Now, he relished in it.

     Dream dragged a featherlight touch along his sides and he shrieked at the electricity he felt sparking from Dream's fingertips. Normally, a touch so light might be annoying and giggle inducing, but now he was lit up like a live wire.

"Really?", Sapnap teased softly above him.

     It was satisfying how George fell apart. Happy-sounding laughter bubbled out of him at the light pinches and squeezes at his hypersensitive sides. A pinch at his hips forced a squeal out.

Big hands crawled slowly around his squirmy upper body, stopping to squeeze and tickle suddenly wherever they saw fit. George was hysterical.

“So ticklish.”, Dream coo’ed. George whined through his laughter.

     Dream suddenly gasped.

"Are we neglecting your ticklish thighs?", he asked.

"Nonono!".

"We totally are!". Dream and Sapnap grinned at each other. Dream reached back with both hands and grabbed both of George's flying legs. He got a ticklish hold of both and massaged into them. George screamed at the initial touch, then collapsed into hysterical laughter. He squeezed his eyes shut and let the feeling take him over.

      The legs twitched in Dream's grip, but not nearly enough to shake him. George spasmed against his own will. His head was titled back as the laughter forced it's way out of him.

     Dream and Sapnap could tell he was probably nearing his limit before the safeword came, but they trusted George. They met eyes over the ticklish boy and smirked as Dream continued the merciless tickling. George’s laughter clipped as he tried to stay strong for a little bit longer.

     "Skeppy!", George croaked. As soon as the word passed his lips, the tickles stopped. In a whirlwind, he was moved. George blinked his eyes open and could barely tell what was happening in his tickled-out haze. He found himself cuddled between Dream and Sapnap, warm and safe.  His body was buzzing. He didn't know it, but there was a dumb smile plastered on his face. ‘Skeppy’ was the last word uttered from the ticklish boy for the night. He was nothing but a rag doll between the two he trusted and loved most. His eyes slipped closed and he faded away into a satisfied sleep. His brain vibrated with the events of the night, but there wasn't room inside now for any worry or insecurity.

                                          ~•~

     Something interesting happened the next day.

     Dream and Sapnap woke to the sound of blending and a lack of George in the bed. They sleepily entered the kitchen and a smoothie was pressed into both of their hands.

"Strawberry banana.", George said as he pointed at Sapnap. "Strawberry mango.", he pointed to Dream. It was a little alarming, actually.

Dream and Sapnap sat at the counter and enjoyed their smoothies as they watched George buzz around the kitchen. 'Wait...'.

"Did you clean? And you did those dishes?", Dream asked incredulously. George nodded as he put away a plate. He left to his room, leaving the other two stunned.

"What is going on?", Sapnap whispered. Dream looked thoughtfully after George, then back at Sapnap.

"I don't know...let's just enjoy it while it lasts.".

     George's strange behavior didn't stop there. A few hours later, Dream was editing in his room when George knocked. Knocked.

"Come in Sapnap.", he called. A familiar cackle sounded behind him and he whipped around in his chair. "George?". The boy was grinning back at him.

"You thought I was stinknap.", he said amusedly.

"Well you uh...nevermind. What's up?", Dream dropped it quickly. He knew if he called attention to it he would risk influencing George's behavior in the worst way.

"I was editing and got hungry, so I figured you probably were too.", he held up a bag of chips.

"You're editing? And you brought me food?", Dream asked, unable to hold back the shock in his tone. George smiled, but there was a hint of blush crawling across his cheeks. 'Shit.', Dream thought. He really didn't want to embarrass George and make him lash out. "Sorry! Of course you are! Really excited about the new video, right?". George grinned and nodded quickly, grateful for the out. Dream couldn't even remember what video was next on George's roster, but he was starting to pick up on what was going on.

     They spent awhile in his room eating chips together. Dream showed George a bit of his video and he laughed, pointing out things he liked. Dream tried his best to not startle at every compliment and light touch George gave him. When George used a napkin for his cheese-covered fingers instead of wiping them on Dream or slurping them into his mouth, he had to resist praising him. George eventually left him alone and he stared at the closed door behind him. It was the only time he could remember George not leaving it wide open just to annoy him.

     Dream finished up editing soon enough and ventured back out into the house. He didn't get far before stumbling into a startled Sapnap.

"There's something wrong with George.", he informed him, staring up with big eyes. Dream laughed.

"Nono, I get it. Come here.". He pulled Sapnap into the confines of his room and explained his sweet theory.

     It really made sense though. George always had trouble expressing his feelings. It was like how he had only muttered the words 'I love you.' a small handful of times to either Dream or Sapnap, but had moved over an entire ocean to spend his life with them. How he never quite said it, but showed it in every way. Last night they had pushed him to tell them he loved being tickled, but he couldn't. Now, he was trying to show them how thankful he was for indulging him anyway.

     It was all so horribly endearing that Sapnap had to calm Dream down before they went back out to find George and find something fun to do for the rest of the night. They stayed quiet about their knowledge and let George shower them in kindness and affection.

     Maybe one day they could get George to open up and say the words. Maybe it didn't really matter. They all relished in knowing each other so well. In and out. A thousand things went unsaid everyday as they moved around each other and predicted each other's moves. This was just another thing.

[nekoannie-chan]

Catch me

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Cat burglar!Reader.

Word count: 598 words.

Summary: Where Steve Rogers finds out that his soulmate is a well know cat burglar.

Warnings: Reader is a cat burglar, soulmate AU.

A/N: This is a request by anon.

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Steve Rogers had felt strange; in the previous 75 years, he had never felt like this. It reminded him of himself before the serum; sometimes he felt like he was sticking, but he had no bruises or anything.

Also, another thing that seemed strange to him was that a name was going around in his head, a name he had never heard before, but the first time he said it out loud, he felt it was music to his ears; the name was Y/N, although, on the other hand, he didn't have the slightest idea where he had heard it; he never knew anyone with your real name before.

You cursed when you realized there was an alarm that, at least until the day before, was missing; it took you two whole weeks to plan how to get in; you didn't think something like this could happen; people never set more alarms.

You ran; you knew it was only a matter of time before the police arrived on the scene. However, you knew you had to hurry when you saw that the problems had only increased and you could recognize the Avengers. Of course, who wouldn't recognize those heroes?

You had to hurry; you were not going to step on the prison because of them. You jumped, but something hit your leg, and you turned around, confused: Why did the man who had thrown the shield at you appear to be in pain in the same area where his shield had hit you?

You shook your head; you didn't have to be distracted; you should have used that moment to run away. You took a deep breath to try to ignore the pain, and you started to run.

"Y/N! "Steve shouted; however, you didn't stop.

Your breathing was agitated when you reached your hiding place; you couldn't hide your surprise. No one knew your real name; how come he did?

It didn't matter that you had been investigated; even in the records, there was a false name. You knew you were very wanted for your crimes, but at the same time you were proud of that; at last, you had the fame you had dreamed of so much.

Something weird—too weird—was going on, or maybe you were just being paranoid and it was all a coincidence.

Maybe Steve Rogers was shouting out random names every time he faced an enemy to see if he could get them to lower their defenses, distract them, and catch them.

You took off your wig, yes, and that's why they couldn't find you; they simply had a false image of you as well as the data. The only thing you had to do now went unnoticed for a few days and look for a new target to continue your criminal streak.

Three days later

 You left the cup of hot chocolate you were drinking when you heard the doorbell ring; no one was visiting; you forgot your gun in your bedroom; the doorbell kept ringing so insistently that there was no way you could go get it, although maybe it was the landlady; you have been very nervous lately.

You opened the door; your eyes also opened exaggeratedly; you couldn't believe it, so you immediately closed the door and locked it.

"Y/N, please open the door; I promise I won't give you away; I just want to talk to you," Steve said while knocking on the door. He needed to see you and get to know you; he had understood everything.

You were made for each other.

[tobysbliss]

birthday tickles

this was both a prompt from my two weeks of lee tommy & just something i wanted to do in itself. soo here we are

summary: it’s tommy’s 19th birthday, and his friends believe they know just one more present to give him!

CC lee!tommy(he/him), CC ler!phil(he/him), CC ler!wilbur

word count: 1197

so sorry this is late:’)

Tommy woke up much later than usually— he was suprised to see the time say 12PM. How late did he fall asleep last night?

He sat up and opened his phone, scrolling on twitter and immediately saw thousands of birthday wishes. Jesus, he forgot it’s his birthday! How the hell did he forget his own birthday?

“Oh my god, I’m nineteen,” Was all Tommy could mutter before his door burst open. Tommy jumped, looking up terrified but relaxed upon seeing Wilbur and Phil enter the room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMYYY!” The older men yelled in unsion, to which Tommy flinched at as he’d just woken up a few minutes ago. Wilbur threw a small box at Tommy’s head, giggling at the whine and complaint that came from the younger, even more when Phil scolded him.

Tommy tilted his head and opened the box. It was a note, clearly written by Wilbur;

There’s nothing in this box. We are taking you out to lunch, birthday lunch. Let’s go.

Tommy looked up, a very disappointed look on his face which sent Wilbur and Phil into a fit of loud laughter. Tommy couldn’t help but smile, and he faced down to hide it.

“Come on, Tom! Get up, let’s go!” Phil made his way over to Tommy, and literally dragged him by his arms. Wilbur was at the edge of Tommy’s bed, incase Tommy fell off amidst the dragging.

“Alrihihight! I’m uhup, Phihil let gohohooo!” Tommy whined through giggles, he found this amusing. The eldest of the three let go of Tommy, and he and Wilbur left the room so Tommy could get ready.

Around ten miniutes later Tommy was out the door with Phil and Wilbur. Wilbur settled on carrying Tommy around to get to their destination —which earned a few odd looks from people who walked by, but they didn’t care.

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Hours after they’d gotten back to Tommy’s place, the three men were watching a movie. Of course, the movie was of Tommy’s choice because it’s his birthday.

Tommy was sat in between Wilbur and Phil, but he was huddled very close to Wilbur and his head was rested on the brunette’s shoulder. It took a lot in Wilbur to not aw aloud, and he kept looking over at Phil with a look that pretty much said holy shit i’m going to explode he’s adorable.

Wilbur noticed the teen yawn, and he smiled. “Getting tired, Tommy?” Tommy shook his head.

“No, not tired,” He yawned again despite his words.

“Well,” Phil started, “If you’re not tired, perhaps it’s time for that little birthday tradition we’ve got for you?” Wilbur caught on immediately, smugly grinning at Tommy. It took Tommy a few seconds to process, and when he did? He got up and ran.

“I’ll get him,” Wilbur spoke before gettung up and running after Tommy. Phil stayed put, listening to the footsteps and screams from both boys.

It didn’t take long for Wilbur to enter the room, carrying Tommy —who was thrashing and squirming as much as he could, anything to get away despite not wanting to— in his arms. “Let go of me! Get away!”

“Hard pass,” Wilbur smiled, setting Tommy down onto the floor and quickly pinning him down. “Phil, get his arms for me?”

Phil nodded, holding Tommy’s arms up with one hand. He made sure he didn’t hold on very tight incase Tommy actually wanted his hands free. Tommy looked up at Wilbur, then at Phil. He tried to suppress his smile, but inevitably failed.

“Plehease, we can tahalk about thihis?” Tommy giggled nervously as Wilbur held up his hands in the shape of claws, right above his sides. He slowly moved his hands to get closer and closer, until they rested on Tommy’s sides. Phil was grinning at the sight, and Tommy was giggling like mad in anticipation.

“I don’t think we can. I mean, this is tradition! We do this every year, how did you forget?” Phil grinned, looking down at Wilbur before sitting next to Tommy, pinning his hands under his knees. Tommy whined out of embarrassment, “Noho.. not bohoth of you..!”

“Yes, both of us! You ready?” Wilbur spoke with a smug grin, slowly starting to wiggle his fingers where they rested on Tommy’s sides. The teen broke into light giggles almost immediately, turning his head to the side so he wouldn’t have to face his brother. This was far too embarrassing.

Without warning, Wilbur tazered both of Tommy’s sides with his pointer and middle fingers before suddenly scribbling and squeezing up and down his sides, sending Tommy into loud laughter. “WihIHIHILBuHUHUR!”

Phil giggled at the boy next to him, bringing one of his hands to pinch at Tommy’s ribs. Tommy shrieked, tugging for his hands to be free but was already weakened too much by the tickles.

“WHYHYHYHY!?” Tommy whined through his loud laughter, kicking his legs at the best of his ability with Wilbur having him pinned.

“Tradition, Tom! You know how to get this to stop,” Phil exclaimed, moving his hand to quickly scribble into Tommy’s underarm to get him to shriek before going back to his ribs.

Tommy was too focused on Phil to notice Wilbur had lifted the teens shirt to right below his ribs. He didn’t notice, until he felt a poke to his stomach to get his attention.

“Surprise!” Wilbur exclaimed before lowering his head and blowing a raspberry right on the center of Tommy’s stomach, causing the blonde to shriek and arch his back before slamming right back down onto the floor.

“WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR!” Tommy screamed, managing to pull his arms free and push Wilbur off and away from him. Tommy quickly curled into a ball next to Phil, breathing heavily with a wide smile still on his face. He was already tired to begin with, so he didn’t have much stamina.

“Plehease.. nohoho.. noho mohohore…” Tommy was still giggling from the phantom tickles, his face and ears bright red.

“Toms, we’re done. Don’t worry,” Wilbur’s smile became fond, and he gently lifted Tommy up and carried him bridal style to the couch. He pretended to drop Tommy twice, scaring the life out of Tommy as he shrieked and wrapped his arms around Wilbur both times he did it. Phil lightheartedly scolded Wilbur as the brunette let out his hyena-like laugh.

When the three were sat on the couch, Tommy stayed cuddled closer to Wilbur. He was squished between him and Phil, but he stayed closest to Wilbur. “You guys are mean,” Tommy muttered.

“You agreed to have that be tradition,” Wilbur and Phil reminded the teen in unison. Tommy rolled his eyes.

Tommy soon found it hard to keep his eyes open, and once he fully closed them he was out like a light. Wilbur cooed aloud, as Tommy wasn’t awake to hear and couldn’t kill him for it. Phil found it adorable, but didn’t express it verbally. Wilbur could tell through the look in his eyes and the fond smile on his face what Phil was thinking. And he thought the same;

Tommy is by far the most adorable teenager on this planet.

[the-clockwork-three]

woe, the entirety of 'the happy prince' be upon ye!! :)

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.

He was very much admired indeed. “He is as beautiful as a weathercock,” remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; “only not quite so useful,” he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.

“Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?” asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. “The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.”

“I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,” muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.

“He looks just like an angel,” said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.

“How do you know?” said the Mathematical Master, “you have never seen one.”

“Ah! but we have, in our dreams,” answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.

One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.

“Shall I love you?” said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.

“It is a ridiculous attachment,” twittered the other Swallows; “she has no money, and far too many relations”; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.

After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. “She has no conversation,” he said, “and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.” And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. “I admit that she is domestic,” he continued, “but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.”

“Will you come away with me?” he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.

“You have been trifling with me,” he cried. “I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!” and he flew away.

All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. “Where shall I put up?” he said; “I hope the town has made preparations.”

Then he saw the statue on the tall column.

“I will put up there,” he cried; “it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air.” So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.

“I have a golden bedroom,” he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. “What a curious thing!” he cried; “there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.”

Then another drop fell.

“What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?” he said; “I must look for a good chimney-pot,” and he determined to fly away.

But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw—Ah! what did he see?

The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.

“Who are you?” he said.

“I am the Happy Prince.”

“Why are you weeping then?” asked the Swallow; “you have quite drenched me.”

“When I was alive and had a human heart,” answered the statue, “I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep.”

“What! is he not solid gold?” said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.

“Far away,” continued the statue in a low musical voice, “far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.”

“I am waited for in Egypt,” said the Swallow. “My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.”

“I don’t think I like boys,” answered the Swallow. “Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.”

But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. “It is very cold here,” he said; “but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.”

“Thank you, little Swallow,” said the Prince.

So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.

He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. “How wonderful the stars are,” he said to her, “and how wonderful is the power of love!”

“I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,” she answered; “I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.”

He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. “How cool I feel,” said the boy, “I must be getting better”; and he sank into a delicious slumber.

Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. “It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.”

“That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.

When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. “What a remarkable phenomenon,” said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. “A swallow in winter!” And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.

“To-night I go to Egypt,” said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, “What a distinguished stranger!” so he enjoyed himself very much.

When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. “Have you any commissions for Egypt?” he cried; “I am just starting.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”

“I am waited for in Egypt,” answered the Swallow. “To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.”

“I will wait with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. “Shall I take him another ruby?”

“Alas! I have no ruby now,” said the Prince; “my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.”

“Dear Prince,” said the Swallow, “I cannot do that”; and he began to weep.

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”

So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.

“I am beginning to be appreciated,” he cried; “this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,” and he looked quite happy.

The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. “Heave a-hoy!” they shouted as each chest came up. “I am going to Egypt”! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.

“I am come to bid you good-bye,” he cried.

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”

“It is winter,” answered the Swallow, “and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.”

“In the square below,” said the Happy Prince, “there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.”

“I will stay with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, “but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”

So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. “What a lovely bit of glass,” cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.

Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. “You are blind now,” he said, “so I will stay with you always.”

“No, little Swallow,” said the poor Prince, “you must go away to Egypt.”

“I will stay with you always,” said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.

All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.

“Dear little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.”

So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. “How hungry we are!” they said. “You must not lie here,” shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.

Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.

“I am covered with fine gold,” said the Prince, “you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.”

Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. “We have bread now!” they cried.

Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.

The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.

But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. “Good-bye, dear Prince!” he murmured, “will you let me kiss your hand?”

“I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.”

“It is not to Egypt that I am going,” said the Swallow. “I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?”

And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.

At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.

Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: “Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!” he said.

“How shabby indeed!” cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.

“The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,” said the Mayor in fact, “he is little better than a beggar!”

“Little better than a beggar,” said the Town Councillors.

“And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!” continued the Mayor. “We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.” And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. “As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,” said the Art Professor at the University.

Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. “We must have another statue, of course,” he said, “and it shall be a statue of myself.”

“Of myself,” said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.

“What a strange thing!” said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. “This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.” So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

“Bring me the two most precious things in the city,” said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

“You have rightly chosen,” said God, “for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.”

Well you see @berkeley-mews, you may have principals and not post my annoying spam, but I do not.

Mutuals, attack this harasser!!!!!!!

[cherrychilli]

sylvieeee!! the audiossss oh my fucking god!! dude sounds so close to steve im shook! the audios reminded me of a p*rn clip i saw on twitter and the guy sounds like joe k so much when he cummss ! he also has the hairy thighs i- ok i' ll just leave the link and have fun lmao

https://twitter.com/NudezFeed/status/1672186537503514625?t=3Fl3xE5eOYN_UQmHj-uspw&s=19

I would have posted about it sooner but I kind of had to sit there and wait for my pulse to return to normal first because I couldn't believe just how similar he sounds to Steve. I encourage you all to check out his more whimpery audios on soundgasm too because they are CRIMINAL. 12/10 stuff right there.

Oh honey, I am very familiar with the couple in the link😉 I've got a wip in my drafts inspired by one of their car sex videos and you're so right- those thighs remind me of this picture of Steve

I think it's a good time to also remind people of this amazing link sent in by a lovely anon to the even lovelier @stevenose's blog.

That video altered my brain chemistry. That's Steve. The look, the hair, the sweet sweet sweet out of this world tenderness. Soft Steve girlies, this one's definitely a must watch!

[eziojensenthe3rd]

Midnight Gaming: A tale of Horny Furries

So I played The Crown Of Leaves past midnight, checked socials to find... Silksong confirmed to NOT appear in tuesdays games onl.

So Geoff Keighley cleared the air on twitter, letting hollow knight fans know not to hold thier breath for silksong this tuesday.

I havent played hollow knight myself but im aware that a lot of people enjoyed it and were waiting for the dlc-that-got-changed-to-a-sequel game. Send a prayer and hug to any hollow knight fans you see, y'aint all back quite yet.

So heres a lil story, I started following an artist few years back when I first saw their artwork and it enchanted me. Thier artwork contained characters in scenes just looking fantastic, different little details that were enjoyable to search, you know the term a picture is worth a thousand words? Theirs were worth a whole novel each. All of it wrapped in a world that you only get a glimpse of with each picture, accompanied with a description that tells a very short story. You know how dark souls had a lot of its lore within item and weapon descriptions? Same vibe and I loved them. It was the kind of world I wished there was some media, like a book, an animation, a game perhaps, where I could explore that world more.

So I followed this artist for a while, got excited for every new bit of art they posted, and over time they changed some things. About their characters, about the world. It was gradual so I paid no mind at first but eventually it got to the point where I realised I enjoyed their art less than I did before. The art was still good, the quality was still fantastic, I just dont feel as interested in them as I did before. They changed their characters and world so much, it just didn't do it for me. I could show you two images of what looked like two characters and hear me explain to you that they're infact the same character, ones just a more recent characterisation.

Now let me make this clear here, this is purely my personal opinion here. If the artist is happy with thier changes, then thats fine, more power to them. Its their world and characters to do with, my thoughts do not override that. I am not demanding they revert those changes just to suit my taste, i'd rather they didnt do that and just do what appeals to them. To make art for themselves. And if you happen to figure out who I'm talking about, please keep it to yourself. I do not want this artist harrassed on my behalf so please dont, this is a me problem.

Now as I said, I loved the look of their world that I wanted something like a game to explore it. So one day as I browsed the steam store, I managed to stumble across this game that had me shook. The screenshots, the characters, the enviroments. It looked a tad similar to the artist I followed but it was an entirely different world, tho it carried the spirit of what drew me in with that previous artists work in the first place and I checked to be sure, that artist's name was nowhere in the credits so they werent involved at all in this. Needless to say I picked it up just on that principle alone and... didnt play it until last night. Funny how that works.

So The Crown Of Leaves is a visual novel/point and click hybrid with following different routes and talking to folks like a visual novel and collecting items, solving puzzles like a point and click. Your just following a simple day as roui, trying to get by until some weird shit happens. And thats all im gonna say on the story without spoiling it. Listen, when I started playing, it had me hooked. The art just gut punched me right in the very place I felt was missing. It drew me in like the art I used to study with that old artist. Clicking on various objects just to hear little snippets, grabbing lil pieces of lore about the world I was in, seeing the characters and hearing them talk, their personalities just fleshed out and fascinating. Man, I was practically in love all over again.

In fact, im just gonna fill the rest of this post with some of this games art just so you can see what I mean.

Now, I do recommend this game but there is one thing you should know. The game isnt done, so far theres only two chapters with chapter three in progress but bare in mind it is a small indie team so take my recommendation with a grain of salt. Regardless you should definatly pick it up.

Maybe 18th century furries that live in a fantasy world that have a sort of gothic/mystical vibe do be one of my favourite genders.

See you all tomorrow. Feel free to leave game suggestions and feedback. Anons are currently on.