#look at my girl T.T

[beansnpeets]

Words spoken more than once today: "That little pink harness at the front sure is moving!"

[venriliz]

Portia Montez for @rainymoodlet's Rock of Love Bachelor Challenge! <3

in depth info + full wardrobe below the cut! ↓

✮ Portia was born and raised in Evergeen Harbor, an industrial port town known for it's huge import/export businesses and even more so - it's heavily polluted environment especially at the shores of the sickly brown-ish sea. The early death of Portia's mother directly caused by the affects the bad air had on her health has instilled somewhat of a love-hate relationship towards Evergreen Harbor into the then 8 year old girl.

✮ Her father tried his best to raise his daughter by himself but despite his long working hours in a local shipyard the money was barely enough for them to survive, the possibilty of moving away far out of reach.

✮ Early in her youth she found her talent and passion for skateboarding, winning many prizes in junior competitions all over the country. After barley graduating from highschool (some ppl just aren't made for the educational system lol) she became a promising professional and quickly made a name for herself in the skating community all over the world. Her biggest successes were two back-to-back street skateboard world championship titles and several self-invented tricks where named after her. Life was good for Portia not only professionally but personally too after meeting Davide Montez who became not only her manager but als her husband.

✮ Sadly, as the saying goes though - nothing lasts forever and about a year ago, Portia found herself forced to retire from competing professionally because growing up in the bad environment of Evergreen Harbor finally started to catch up with her own health. Her retirement caused her marriage to suffer as well and soon after she announced the end of her career as a professional, Davide called it quits and they agreed to divorce on good terms.

✮ Now with her financial stability and free time to pursue new things, Portia took the chance and applied for the bachelor challenge to win Jackson Roth's heart. This is mostly thanks to her friends pressuring her to try after catching her gawking at one of the billboards with Jackson's photo on it (i mean HELLO?! he's hawt! °-° she just... doesn't like the music lol). Portia is (somewhat) ready for a new adventure and maybe, just maybe she'll find love again! <3

likes:

colors: orange, red, black music: electronica, hip hop, latin characteristics: family-oriented, hardworking, idealistic convo topics: flirting, deep thoughts, affection, talking about hobbies fashion: rocker, streetwear activities: fitness, dancing, wellness, rock climbing decor: industrial, mid-century

dislikes:

music: metal, cottagecore, ranch characteristics: egotistical, argumentative, ambitionless convo topics: evil interactions, arguing, gossip fashion: polished, country activities: fishing, cooking, mischief decor: farmhouse, cute

wardrobe:

[esote-rika]

Red is Your Color | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader

Category: smut 18+ MDNI

Summary: You just committed perhaps the most atrocious wrongly sent message ever. By some trick of nature, your coworker is more than willing to play along. (This is from @imagining-in-the-margins Wrong Recipient prompt list. Character receives scandalous selfies from a coworker; check out her prompts, they're really fun!)

Content: softdom!spencer, fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), p in v, creampie, reader is on the pill, Spencer calls reader a naughty girl and pretty girl, tenderness and lots of checking in, vaguely Christmas themed. 

Word count:  3.1k

A/N: I read something really poetic and profound yesterday and it inspired me to write, but my mind was in the gutter, so this happened. lmfao happy holidays. UNEDITED, I wrote this at 2 in the morning T.T

Do you think Santa would bend me over and punish me?

Spencer Reid was almost too scared to even open the following messages—he’d already made the mistake of opening this one. And there was a barrage of them, sent a few minutes after the very first one, in quick succession, one right after the other. His phone buzzed and buzzed, matching the distracting hum in his brain at the moment. He should probably read the next messages, because surely, surely those contain the explanation to this one.

Unfortunately, his eyes were glued on this first one—it seemed like it was the only one that contained a picture, after all, and what was that they said about a picture saying a thousand words?

What could it mean then, this picture his coworker had sent to him? What did it mean that he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from it? (What did it imply if he didn’t want to? That he liked the picture? That it made his pants uncomfortably tighter?)

He stared at the picture, his eyes greedily taking every inch of smooth skin exposed by the short, strapless sexy Santa dress his coworker was wearing. It wasn’t explicit—she was fully dressed, after all, but the caption, paired with the way she had been posed… Sitting on what he presumed was her bathroom counter, her legs artfully crossed, the fabric of the dress hiked up to reveal long, luscious thighs. With her pursed lips painted crimson, it was obvious what the message was meant to imply and Spencer felt his mouth grow dry. He shifted on his seat, both hands gripping his phone because he didn’t trust them not to wander down, to give himself relief.

No, he should not be jerking off to his coworker. He shouldn’t even be fucking looking at this photo. He should delete it, call Penelope and ask her to rewire his cloud or memory or data or whatever it was called. Just to get rid of it from his phone. That would be the decent thing to do, and Spencer had always prided himself on being a gentleman. 

He knew that would be futile; knew his mind would be treacherous and have the image of her with those supple thighs, and red mouth in his dreams, his nightmares, in every fantasy—

His phone was ringing.

He stared at it, wondering how she was sending so many messages so quickly, before he realized that she wasn’t texting anymore.

She was calling.

His thumb found the answer button without his consent. The next thing he knew, her voice was pouring from his phone’s speaker. Soft. Contrite. Embarrassed. He frowned. What on earth was she embarrassed about, he wondered. She, who looked stunning, who looked good enough to be worshipped—

“—Please say something, Spence.” she was saying, pleading, and something in his gut clenched. That nickname, coming from her lips. That nickname, coming from her lips, while she was wearing that dress.

“Spence—”

“It’s all right,” his voice was strangled. He cleared his throat, “It’s all right. I’ve deleted it.” Lie, what a liar, she deserved better than hastily told lies.

“Okay,” she sighed, relief palpable even without seeing her face to face, “I just didn’t want to get in trouble with HR, on top of everything.”

HR. He almost laughed. They wouldn’t care (unless someone blabbed, like what happened with Derek and Penelope, but he would never do that to her, not in a million years.)

“You wouldn’t, I promise… it wasn’t even that explicit, if I’m being honest.” he heard himself say. He rubbed his eyes in frustration—why did he have to add that?

Her laughter floats from the phone, nervous and low. “I guess not. I wasn’t about to send a complete nude to my friends.”

He straightened up, confused. “Your friends?”

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice still wavering nervously, “Like I said in my texts, it was wrongly sent to you, I was talking to my friends.”

In other words, it wasn’t for him. He would have known that, had he opened her texts, had he not been too busy ogling the picture she had mistakenly sent, the picture that wasn’t even for him. Something unpleasant burned in his chest, but he ignored it in favor of the curiosity that lingered.

“You send explicit pictures to your friends?”

“I thought you said it wasn’t that explicit,” she chuckled, “But, uh, yeah I do… I dunno, maybe that’s weird, but we were joking around.”

That was something new he learned today. That friends could casually send sexually charged photos to each other. The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them. “So you don’t actually want to be bent over and punished?”

Dear heavens, sometimes he understood why his teammates gave him weird looks. If he had a mirror, he would give himself a weird look. Still, he held his breath for her answer, surprised by the wave of disappointment at the thought of her saying no, it was just a silly text.

The pause grew between them, and Spencer was almost about to apologize, when she spoke again.

“I mean, if someone were willing to do it…”

He swallowed. His pants felt tight once again, and he had to force himself to take deep breaths. This was not an invitation, he thought, she had not asked him, she was not saying if you wanted to do it (which, he does, desperately so.)

“Right.” he managed to croak. Another pause, as if she was contemplating. 

“Spencer,” she was whispering now, “Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“How fast can you get here?”

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

You’re not sure what possessed you into inviting your coworker over, but you did. And now, you’re sitting in your living room, in that blasted sexy Santa dress, panic texting your friends about it. He had said fifteen minutes. Eight minutes had gone by, and you knew he would fulfill his promise. He would be here in seven minutes.

Perhaps you weren’t expecting him to agree. Your perception of Spencer Reid has always been of a sweet genius, wholly brilliant and too preoccupied with academics to even give a second thought to sex and romance. He was a germaphobe, for crying out loud, you had thought it would make him have some sort of aversion to the inevitable sticky, sweaty mess of two bodies coming together. 

But you’d heard it in his voice. Strained, low, and riddled with desire. 

So you had mustered enough courage to ask. And now—

Your doorbell cut through your thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you shoved your phone into a drawer, not wanting to see the offensive piece of technology for the rest of the night. You looked out through the peephole, and there he was, still in his office clothes. Tall, and slender, and dishevelled and yours for the night.

You pulled the door open, ignoring the heavy thump in your chest. 

He smiled. “Hi.”

“You’re early.” You teased, standing aside to let him in. His eyes were glued to you, pupils dilating as he took you in.

“You’re still wearing the dress.”

Right. Once you had realized you sent the text to Spencer instead of your friends, you had spent the next several minutes in agonizing anxiety, sending text after text to Spencer in an effort to explain. In your utter mortification, you had forgotten to change out of it.

He seemed to like that. It gave you enough confidence to surge forward, blindly, recklessly.

“I am.” You said, red lips tugging into a smile you reserved for handsome strangers at a bar. You lowered your voice, just enough for the next words to come out breathless, “Honestly, it’s a little itchy.” 

“Is it?” He stepped forward, crowding you into the door. It creaks as it moves with your weight, the knob clicking in place. He reached forward, and you held your breath, anticipating his hands on you, gently running over your skin, but instead they closed over the doorknob, locking it. He didn’t miss your reaction, though, his eyes a glittering night sky of sweet, utter want. “Maybe I can help you with it.”

You nodded, mouth parted in silence, whatever words you wanted to say have died in your throat.

He brought his hand up, caressing your jaw, and you marvelled at how large his hands are, long fingers reaching the nape of your neck. “Red is your color.” he murmured, before leaning in to capture your lips.

His lips were cold and chapped, and you returned his kiss eagerly in an attempt to warm them. Your mouth opens at one swipe of his tongue, moaning as he leans his whole body into you, pushing you harder against the door. Tonight, you learned that Spencer Reid, the sweet, unassuming genius, kisses like he wants to crawl into you. It’s a sloppy mess of tongue and teeth, and a whimper escaped your mouth as he bit your lower lip.

“Too much?” he asked, pulling away for a moment. 

As an answer, you wrapped your hands around his neck, and returned the fervor of his kisses. You heard him chuckle, felt it on your own tongue as it happened and it made your knees buckle from sheer want. 

His arms wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up into his embrace. You felt him move, stumbling across your apartment before setting you down again. The blunt edge of a drawer hit your lower back, just as he pulled away. 

A whine left your lips. You didn’t know if it was from the pain, or the loss of his kiss.

“Turn around, darling.” he murmured, but your brain was so damn distracted you just stared at him blankly. He grinned, hands at your hips gently maneuvering you to face away from him. “You said you wanted to be bent over.” 

Chills went down your spine as he pushed you forward, elbows landing on the smooth, wooden desk. 

“Y-yeah, I did say that.” you managed to reply. This time, the breathless quality in your voice was not an affectation. You felt his nose on your neck, pushing away the stray locks of hair, before his mouth landed over the skin, open and wet, traversing the expanse of your flesh with reckless ardor. You moaned, craning your head back in a wordless plea for more.

You felt teeth, the sting of it clamping over your flesh. You didn’t even realize you’d yelped until he stopped.

“Sorry,” he whispered, soothing the bite with his kisses.

“It’s okay,” You replied, one hand reaching up, running through his hair. “Do it again.”

The rumble of his laughter made your stomach warm. He sunk his teeth into your neck again, sucked at the spot he bit, and you would have face planted into the desk had it not been for his hands holding you up. 

“You’re a naughty girl,” he purred against your skin, “Aren’t you? Sending that picture to me, I bet it wasn’t even an accident.”

“It was,” you protested, but then he grinds his crotch into your ass and any indignation was stifled by the feeling of how damn hard he was. “It was - I didn’t mean to—”

“You didn’t mean to make me this hard?” he asked, rolling his hips against you, “I think you knew exactly what you were doing, naughty girl.” Before you could answer, you felt something digging into your ass. He was tugging at your panties. To the side, as if he couldn’t even be bothered to strip it off of you. 

It was hot as all hell.

“My god, you’re absolutely soaked for me.” he groaned into your ear, and you gasped as the rough pads of his fingers ran through your cunt. Somehow, his fingers have remained cold, and the sensation sent a shudder down your spine.

“S-Spencer,” you whined, knuckles finding leverage at the edge of the desk you’ve been sprawled over.

“Mhm? What is it, darling?”

“M-more.”

His laughter filled the room once again, “And I thought I was being needy.” he said, but he obliged your request easily, slipping two fingers into your pussy. His breath fanned over the overheated skin of your neck as he buried his face against your shoulder, “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you moved your hips against his hand, chasing the rhythm of his fingers. You’d never enjoyed this by yourself; your own fingers were thin, too short to cause any sort of pleasure when you touched yourself. But Spencer’s hands were large, his fingers long and elegant and perfect. They curled inside you, hitting a spot you’ve never been able to with your own hands, and you cried “Oh, fuck yes!”

It was everything. Quite literally. His arm was holding you against him, his body a solid, lean mass behind you, pressing into the slopes of your own, digging in wherever your softness yields to his hard angles. You moaned and moaned again, as his fingers quickened, as his thumb found your clit and rubbed fast circles until your arms gave out and your entire upper half was splayed on the desk. 

He didn’t stop, cooing soft words into your ear, his tongue and lips and teeth a whole other dangerous territory of its own. You knew you would have hickeys tomorrow. You knew the team would ask questions. You didn’t particularly care.

“Can you take more?” he asked, and you nodded, eager to take whatever he was going to give. A third finger slid into your dripping cunt, stretching you in ways you haven’t felt in a long time and you groaned, head buried in your arms. He paused, his other hand rubbing circles on your hip, “Are you all right, darling?”

“Yes.” you sobbed, and you knew he wouldn’t believe you because you sounded sad, and everything that Spencer has done up until this point proved that, despite it all, he cared. 

“You can tell me if it’s too much, you know.” he murmured. His lips laved featherlight kisses along your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, bucking your hips. The idea of being slightly incoherent from the pleasure he’s been giving you was a little too enticing, and you were in no mood to stop, “Please.”

“Okay,” he resumed his ministrations, slower this time, dragging his fingers in and out of you with a precise rhythm, now that he’s figured out your weak spots. “You are so pretty like this, darling. Dress hiked up, your lipstick smudged.”

A mewl came out of your throat, and you would have been embarrassed if you still had the presence of mind to feel an ounce of shame. He coaxed a second orgasm from you, and you marveled at the fact that he could elicit responses like these with just his fingers. It seemed unfair, but a large part of you reveled in it.

“That’s it,” he whispered, slowly pulling his fingers out, “That’s my pretty girl.”

You lifted your head from your arms. The sight that welcomes you is a blurry one, impeded by the clumpy eyelashes and messy tears that had gathered in your eyes. You knew you looked a mess, far from the pretty girl he kept repeating, but you ate up the praise all the same.

As if by their own accord, your hips move back, grinding into his erection. You wanted more. You wanted him to be in the same daze you were in right now, wanted to be one. “Spencer,” you whined, and he laughed, and you wondered if it was possible to get drunk off of a sound.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” he replied, playfully chastising, but the sound of his belt buckle reached your ears and you grinned.

“Just wanna make sure you get something too.” you mumbled.

“Is this a bad time to tell you that I had forgotten a condom?”

Now it was your turn to laugh, bracing yourself on your elbows again, and looking over his shoulder.

“Wow, isn’t your whole thing the complete opposite of forgetting?”

“I was a little distracted.” he said, his smile sheepish.

“I don’t mind,” you replied, “I’m on the pill.” 

“You’re sure?”

“Mhm-hmm.” You nodded, one arm moving and blindly grasping for the zipper of your Santa dress. His hand gently encircled your wrist, placing it back on the desk.

“It stays on,” he said, as the blunt tip of his cock pushed past your pussy, “I told you, red is your color.”

Your mouth dropped open as he sheathed himself inside you in one thrust, and wordless expression of pleasure. He had spent a large chunk of time fucking you with his fingers, and the necessity of it dawned upon you now.

He was big.

The stretch made you groan, eyes squeezing shut as your pussy fluttered around him. He pressed his body over yours, pushing you into the desk as he began to rock, in and out of you. Involuntarily, you clenched around him, earning a sharp hiss.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, holding you tightly around the waist with one arm. The other went to the desk, steadying himself as he found a rhythm that made you writhe beneath him, “Oh god, yes.”

You couldn’t even respond, your body moving on autopilot, meeting his every thrust with your hips. The sounds your bodies made were obscene, wet, sloppy noises of flesh meeting flesh. It filled your head, made you dizzy with pleasure. 

“Spencer,” at this point, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve repeated his name. The world has anchored all meaning to that one sound, and you said it, over and over again, “Spencer.”

“Mhm,” he responded by snapping his hips, pushing his cock so deep into your toes curl, “That’s it, darling, say my name.”

“Spencer,” you said in your broken voice, every repetition turning higher and higher in pitch, and it seemed like the higher your voice went, the harder he fucked you. Your desk banged against the wall from his rough thrusts, joining the cacophony of sounds from your coupling. 

His pace grew rougher, faster, his grip on you reaching the point of painful and bruising, but it made your head spin in the most delicious way possible. You clenched around him, squeezing his cock in an attempt to find your peak, and instead initiating his.

“Fuck—” he groaned, as his load exploded inside you, somehow filling you even more, and you dropped your head to the desk again as your own body shuddered with release. 

Panting, and exhausted, you both stayed there, bent over the desk half upright, like a tower about to topple. He kissed the back of your neck as you fought to catch your breath. Looking over your shoulder, the sight of him fills your vision, hair tousled and sticking to his forehead, his lips smudged with your lipstick, and you couldn’t help but think that red is his color too.

[earphonejackx]

AN: I’m back!! I decided to make more makima fics cuz I’m crazy for soft makima :p this is a part 2 to part 1

⊂⊃ Soft! Makima x f!reader

⊂⊃ WARNING- slight manipulation, possessiveness

⊂⊃ Makima is an absolute baby when it comes down to you treating her as her lover more often, she likes to be babied by you! but somewhat likes to keep control

⊂⊃ When Makima finally starts warming up to you more she tells you more about her past. This is a completely new vulnerability she has showed you and she would like it if you’d do the same

⊂⊃ Makima has picked up a new hobby for watching movies every Friday night with you. After work she’d be right at your door ready to spend the rest of her night with you. “[name] what movie shall we watch tonight? I have so many recommendations.”

⊂⊃ Makima loves going grocery shopping with you! She loves helping you pick foods for you and her to cook. She likes having organized foods in her kitchen so it’s very interesting to see her picks of food

⊂⊃ Makima hates TV dinners. I’ve fucking said it, she refuses to eat anything that even looks close to sloppy food. When she first saw you eating a TV dinner for lunch she was upset “[name] you have very interesting picks of food for lunch, not very pleasing.” She definitely stopped letting you eat those T.T

⊂⊃ NOW obviously I like to make my girl Makima have some flaws so here we go.

⊂⊃ Makima still at times tries to control you or the people around you, unfortunately this is something you’ll have to get used to. She is a control devil, her main purpose is to control so she doesn’t really care if you like it or not that’s just how she’ll always be. You’ve learned to accept it overtime but obviously you occasionally need to have talks with her about it

⊂⊃ Makima doesn’t get social ques sometimes so she’ll be a little off put to some people or even you at times but that’s just how she is

⊂⊃ Makima has a very hard time expressing her feelings outloud so at times it feels like she doesn’t even love you

⊂⊃ This lady has definitely tried treating you like a dog once☠️ but she sometimes does it to fuck around with you or toy with you. It does calm down overtime tho

⊂⊃ Please expect Makima to go days without texting you sometimes, sometimes she’ll forget she even has a phone and leaves you worried sick!

(You) Maki are you okay I wanted to check up on you? | Today 6:40

(Maki) yes. | Today 12:00

Next day—

(You) good morning makima! Hru?? | Today 8:30

(You) Maki you wanna go to the store with me today?? | Today 4:00

(You) Maki wanna do movie night?? I have your favorite movie~~ :3 | Today 7:01

3 days later —-

(Maki) ah sorry [name] I just forgot I had a phone. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back. | Today 5:00

(You) seen…

(Maki) [Name?] | Today 5:07

(You) BLOCKED

⊂⊃ After you blocked Makima she tried to make it up with you with a movie night. She tried apologizing (which she’s very bad at.) and she said sorry once. maybe you could forgive her?

⊂⊃ Makima definitely starts to get possessive with you overtime. She wants you. She needs you. So please let her have you. You definitely have to stop her sometimes but it’s fun seeing her get greedy for something that’s hers “What? What do you mean possessive? Me what? No.” She still denies it.

⊂⊃ There are times where Makima wants to prove that she isn’t just some control freak. She wants you to trust her and love her. She wants you

⊂⊃ Makima definitely likes to keep you away from her work life. But if you work with her I’d be no secret if she immediately switched your division or lowered you down to safer missions with easy pay

[tinypandacakes]

Panda, I have to ask: When did König realise/decide that our Häschen is The One? Would he have settled for just any cute little thing that fell into his (literal) trap, or was there a specific moment that made him got "It’s Her"?

(Ofc only if you want to/can answer!!)

I love this series so much and some specific moments will rot my brain for months to come! ❤️

Also good luck with your surgery and a speedy recovery! ❤️‍🩹

(Sorry this is late, I was working on it before surgery and forgot it in my drafts)) Thank you for the kind words and the ask!!

a lot of his motives/background are still unclear to Häschen, but a few moments stood out to him early on after meeting her that made his chest swell with happiness and feed the possessive thoughts

Mild spoilers below for those who haven’t read, but —

1. When Häschen was lost in the storm and König touched her cheek and she just melted into his hand (after being terrified but still). Her big scared eyes looking up at him 🥺 how could he NOT take her back and pamper her and care for her.

2. when he undresses and warms her up. Yeah she fights it at first and bites him (which angers him but you know he’s secretly half-hard at her feistiness T.T) but when she gives into him, she just fits so perfectly against his body. Small and sweet and shivering tucked against his chest…abandoned like a stray…clearly needs him to take care of her…yeah…he could get used to that…

3. The first time she smiles at him after he tucks her in by the fire. (Early on, after she asks his name) Like a pretty girl willingly smiled???? at him??? A nice real smile??? Basically a marriage proposal in König’s book…

4. And of course later when she ruts against his thigh in the throes of her sickness — I feel like it just sort of sealed it all for him there, too. If he wasn’t sure before…just look at her. cute little thing so sick but still so desperate and needy — and wants him bad enough to cum all over his leg??? Good luck getting rid of him after that…

There are more moments over the development of their relationship, but in my mind those are the main early things. But winter will end eventually…and he did say he’d help her leave the cabin in spring… we will see ☺️

[iolaussharpe-24]

Barbie in the Mojave - Weird Barbie's Chapter

THE FIC IS STILL ALIVE!! Some junk is happening on my end, but here's a mini chapter that I've been meaning to do. Thank you so much for reading chapters one and two and for being patient with me!

❤️Taglist❤️

(Let me know if you want to be added or taken off for chapter three. No feelings will be hurt.)

@waywardrose, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @lunar-ghoulie, @ominoose, @reallyrallyauthor

@steven-grants-world, @clemdango04, @have-you-seen-my-sanity, @missdictatorme, @angelitawings

@outey-spacey, @autismsupermusicalassassin, @mandytrekkie @soft-persephone

Feel free to ask questions about anything as well. I'm happy to talk about my process with anyone that's interested.

“Hey uh… what’s this doing here?” Weird Barbie asked as she picked up the map that Teen Talk Barbie was supposed to give to Stereotypical Barbie before she left for the real world. “T.T. what the heck? She’s not going to know where to go without this!”

The blonde looked at the map and said, “Well, I looked at the map and it’s just a straight line so I thought that,” her voice changed halfway through to a loud, gruff man’s, “any old jarhead could figure it out. Even if his head is shoved up his own-“

“Dang it T.T. I thought I fixed that!” Weird Barbie groaned as she topped the map aside.

“What’s wrong?” asked Oreo Barbie.

“Well, like Mattel when they did your collaboration, G.I. Teen Talk over there wasn’t thinking too hard." She showed the map to the unfortunately branded doll and traced the path into the desert from Barbieland with her finger. “It’s a straight line until about here. Then it turns slightly left. Just slightly. It’s a very acute angle. But it’s there and it makes a world of difference. Literally.”

Earring Magic Ken walked over to glance at the map too, curious to know what could go wrong. In fact, several Barbies and Kens did. And Weird Barbie found herself in the middle of a small crowd so tight that she couldn’t even do a split.

“You guys aren’t going to back up until I tell you, are you? Okay. Look. If she makes that left turn, she goes to the Real World. If she goes right, she goes to see some of the larger Mattel family. My Scene, Monster High, American Girl, you get the idea. If she goes out far enough she’ll go all the way out to meet Major Matt Mason and Captain Lazer. Honestly, going right is the best of the worst case scenario. If she goes straight, which is most likely to happen now, thanks to someone,” she added, turning to face Teen Talk Barbie. “She’s going to go somewhere we can’t follow. She’ll end up in a place where no doll belongs. A wild west of chaos where anything can and will happen. Turning human’s going to be the least of that doll’s problems.”

“Where did she go?” asked Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds Barbie, the three crows attached to her head, shoulder, and hip actually still and silent for once.

“A place I like to call…. Fanfictionland.”

A couple of the dolls exchanged worried glances. They had a rough idea of what could happen there. The movie collaboration dolls especially.

Romance novel Ken spoke up next. “Maybe she’ll end up somewhere pleasant? Not everything that happens in-”

“And what if she ends up somewhere terrible?” asked Black Canary Barbie, sounding angry. “Do you have any idea what could happen out there? Humans are crazy. They write pure insanity. And that’s not accounting for the ones that don’t get anything for it and just want to have fun!”

“Is there a way we could save her?” asked Earring Magic Ken.

Weird Barbie shrugged. “…. We can hope she finds her way back out.”

[aruanism]

The Ocean Blue and Bloodied Hands

1.0k words | ooc, self indulgent aruani ff :33

(I'm not fluent in English T.T + I'm still taking creative writing classes)

Since when did you start looking at me that way, with your pretty sapphires and ever-so-curious gaze?

Because I'm a monster—a mass murderer with blood on her hands. I was trained to kill; I murdered countless people for the sake of missions. Yet, you still stood by me. When our gear was inspected that one day, you called me a nice person. Why? During an expedition, I was trampling comrades without hesitation. And you, you looked so scared under my gaze. I knew you'd figure me out soon enough after that, dearest. Yet when you did, you kept my secret for a whole month. Although I'm wounded, my dear. You gained my trust and betrayed me afterward.

Though I'm glad I could be a good person even just for a while. At least for you.

I was trapped in a crystal with my thoughts for four long years due to your betrayal. And yet, you still talked to me—looking up at my still form with your pretty blues, as if I would reply. I stood there, my eyes closed, still encased, wishing I could; could see the look on your face as you talked about your explorations or the way your eyes sparkled with each word spoken from those precious lips I wanted to kiss so badly. And when you said you understood me, do you really? I can only hope that I'm still a good person to you.

While countless colossal titans trampled over millions of people, it was also the first time we talked to each other properly, uninterrupted. The ship’s engine roared beneath our feet, the ocean’s waves humming its continuous rhythm. I pressed my knees close to my chest before patting the space beside me. Please, I need you. Awkward silence and unsaid feelings lingered between us until I remembered I had to thank you.

“I realized…that I hadn’t said thank you yet.”

“Huh?” Is that all you have to say?

“For coming to talk to me over all those years. Thank you.”

“Oh.” I missed you, more than I’ll ever express.

In truth, I was so lonely. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Four damned years of being hardened, I could see nothing while my thoughts were louder than ever. I had to look forward to hearing you and Hitch’s voice, just to remind me that I was alive and breathing. Even if those stories were as stupid as Hitch talking about her bad taste in men, it gave me a sense of normalcy that I yearned for. I remembered the story you told me—that day you visited the beach. You told me that you even found a beautiful conch, though I bet it's as beautiful as its beholder. I may not see the wonder in your eyes when you told me your experiences, but I can see it so clearly now, in those deep blues that I fell for since the beginning. How I wish I was there to hold your hand, gaze into your eyes, and...and...

"Oh, Annie." Hearing my name on your lips…sounds so right.

“Tell me why?” I need to know something.

“Why bother talking to a rock that couldn’t so much as grunt a response back?”

“Huh?” Give me a response, please.

“I mean…There must’ve been girls out there more fun and cheerful than me, right…?”

It’s true. There are girls out there more deserving of your attention than I am. Some girls might even give you the world if you asked them to. Of all the women in that island, you chose the terrible Female Titan under the name of Annie Leonhardt, whose presence is but a living nightmare. She's a traitor, a bloodstained Marleyan warrior candidate, a horrible being who deserves—

“Annie, I did it because... because...I—” I want to….no. I need to know.

“...I missed you.” What?

Three words, three syllables. A combination of words I never thought I’d hear in my whole life, spoken from the lips of the man I hold so dearly to my heart—Armin Arlert. Suddenly, the hardened warrior I was crumbled to a million pieces. I felt so vulnerable, so real, so human. My cheeks reddened as the unfamiliar yet felt-so-right feeling of being oh-so-loved spread through my chest. I never felt this way, not in my 20 years of living in this God-forsaken world.

“...Why?” The only thing that came out of my dried lips.

“Huh? Do you really not get it?” I don’t, Armin.

“Even after Hitch teased me so much?” Yes.

“...I don’t. ” I’m being honest.

Because for years, Armin was talking to me, an enemy. He’s a good person compared to myself. He was willing to visit me, knowing I might wake up at any moment to strike once more. When I stood to stop the conversation, he held my hand. Those hands that belong to the man I've felt human with for years...

“Sit back down.” Alright.

Squeezing my hand even tighter, I sat back down with him avoiding his gaze. He's holding my hand so tenderly, the same hand possessing the ring behind multiple people's lives lost. Besides, why should I stay? I already said what needs to be said. I had thanked him for being there. What's more to be talked about?

“And I know I’ve told you this before.”

“But I’ve decided I really don’t like being called a good person.” Huh?

“I’ve killed a lot of people. Not just soldiers. Regular people, children…” So have I.

“I’ve killed comrades…” I know.

“I’ve been a terrible monster myself for a long time.” Then let’s be terrible monsters together—you and me. I want to be there for you like you were for me.

Hours after our conversation on that ship, I could only wave goodbye as you rode the flying boat with the others. I decided I wouldn’t fight anymore. To spend the final moments of my life in peace…with you. Even if this is a selfish dream, I want to enjoy every year of my life with you, not worrying about anyone else. I could look into your eyes every morning and run my fingers through those golden hair strands on your head.

Because I love you, my dear Armin. I loved you, and I still do.

[witch-hazels-musings]

HI! I would like to request an event for mah Boi wriothesley!

um wormwood, feverfew, and hellebore? If i did it wrong im sorry, it's my first time requesting

Wormwood (nightmares), Feverfew (sickness, accidents), Hellebore (anger, wrath) Wriothesley x gn reader | Curse Ritual warning: Wriothesley nightmares about his past (emotions: panic, discomfort, images: blood, dead bodies, hints at torture (this nightmare is dark**)), relationship angst - NO COMFORT -- This is my first time writing for Wriothesley. I asked people for help on this and it broke my friend T.T

"Mom? Dad? Where are you?" Wriothesley called into the darkness, his hands sliding along the slick walls of the dim hall. A steady drip of water echoed somewhere in the distance, like a leaking pipe or a faucet left on. "Mom?" He continued, eyes squinting to better see the blurry shapes that appeared from corners, through cracks in the foundation, but every time he approached they were gone. Like specters seeping from submerged shadows.

Ahead he heard voices. Pleasant, filled with a love he recognized. He picked up the pace but before the amber light touched his small hand, he tripped and slammed face-first into the soiled ground.

"Ouch," he mumbled, rubbed his wet nose, and blinked through the pain. The light illuminated the ground he lay on but it wasn't the color of polished wood or grey stone, it was red. Caked. Coated. He pulled back his hand and found the shade painted on his palm.

Wriothesley screamed, scrambling backward only to collide with something soft, fleshy. A soft bell jingled, one he had gifted to his sister on her last birthday. He knew that sound. It rang out through his house every time she ran to show him a drawing she had made, or a gift she had scrapped together from bits and pieces found around the house. So when he looked at the face of the girl lying in a pool or red, he knew it couldn't be her. She'd never look so lifeless.

"It's alright sweetie, everything will be okay. Mommy would never hurt you."

Wriothesley turned toward his mother's voice. It floated down the corridor like a song she used to sing to him when he woke up from a nightmare. "M-Mom," he said, fear coating his weak voice as he crawled to it.

"Sleep, little darling. Lay down your head. Sleep, little darling."

Blinking in the light, Wriothesley struggled to make sense of what he saw. His body trembled, and involuntary tears dropped like rain below him as he watched his mother, the woman who took him in, who held him when he cried, who cared for his wounds and tucked him in slowly caressing the hair of his older brother while his father, the man who taught him how to stand up for himself, the man who reminded him of rights and wrongs took apart a member of his family.

His world tilted. Flashes of contorted faces rushed by him. The bite of metal in his hand, the crash of Cryo exploding again and again, and again, the screams. The violent, rumbling screams of betrayal and lies tore through him while darkness and blood-stained hands shielded his eyes.

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"Wriothesley!" you screamed and shielded your head as flecks of ice cascaded around you. Prying your eyes open, you stared at the blank expression of the Duke towering over you. His fist flush against the wall, his hand caging your own beside your head. Fire and rage burned deep in his eyes. "Look at me, look -" You reached for his chin but flinched when his gaze met yours.

He was breathing heavily, as if each one was agonizing. Whatever nightmare he was having, it seemed he had yet to be free of it.

"It's me. Can you see me?" you asked, unable to stop the brutal tremors commanding your body. "Wriothesley."

He blinked and jittered like a gear dislodging from rust.

"That's it. It's me, it's me."

The agitation in his eyes faded only to be replaced with horror. He stumbled backward, shaking uncontrollably as he stared in disbelief at his hands. "What have I -"

"It's okay, it's alright," you explained and held out your hands to him. When you took a step toward him he took one back.

"Step back."

The pain in his voice broke you. You weren't sure what was worse, the whimpers that alerted you to his distress, or the way he looked at you now.

Agony in human form.

A tear rolled down your face so you quickly wiped it away. "It's okay-"

"Did I do that?" he asked, pointing to the red mark on your wrist. The sweltering truth of his actions.

You covered your wrist and stepped toward him. "It's nothing, you were afraid. It was just a nightmare. It wasn't -"

"Stay back. I - I warned you. Nothing good will come of me."

"That's not true."

"Allowing you to be here was a mistake. You'll be happier on the surface, far from where I can touch -" He snapped his jaw closed and breathed before turning for the door. You chased after him and when heard your voice, he stalled, turned, and moved toward you until he was inches from your face. "I -" His brows furrowed, his lips curled downward while his eyes searched you.

"You can't chase me away," you said defiantly. "I won't run."

"And I won't be the reason you get hurt."

"You aren't."

He rolled his eyes and reached for your hand, you flinched. "Then what would you call that?"

You squeezed your hand but all he could do was look at the mark he had left on you. "It was an accident."

"I cannot live my life with accidents. They get people killed. They hurt - hurt people I love," he said through gritted teeth, with pain and strain as if the words forced their way through without his permission. He was tormented, you could see it in his muscles, his expression, his eyes.

"Wriothesley-" he cut you off with his lips. It made you jump but not out of fear, instead, you leaned into it, held onto his lapel as he slid his hand through your hair to bring you closer. The kiss was feverish, desperate, and ended far too quickly.

His boots echoed in his office, met the rhythm of your beating heart as you stood there speechless while he fussed with a set of nobs and levers by the door. When he returned to your side, you breathed in his scent and hummed at the feeling of his hands near your outer hip.

"I like signs of strength and hope," he began as he ran his fingers over your ear, his eyes dancing between your lips and the discoloration forming on your wrist. "They give me reassurance that tomorrow will be better than today. I have lived many days with that hope, and come hell or high water, I will ensure your days forever remain better."

His voice broke but before you had a chance to speak the metal doors to his office roared to life and he shepherded you toward two Gardemeks waiting for orders.

Wriothesley cleared his throat and composed himself. "Escort them to the surface. And commit to memory that they are never allowed to return."

"What? Wriothesley, no, take it back - wait, let go of me!" The Gademecks held your arms and hoisted you off the ground. You flailed and screamed but they didn't listen to you, they never would. "Please, don't do this!"

"Live your life in the sun," he said as he held up your access card and watched, silently, as you were taken from his sight for the last time.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[tremendousmiraclecherryblossom]

<<FIND ALL THE COMICS HERE!>>

Ya know after having to spend a vast majority of panels in Marked having to draw Alastor, Husk, and Boss I'm really looking forward to this arc being more centered around the ladies. I remember having to take breaks to draw cute chonky girl pinups to decompress after drawing old men for multiple panels in Marked. What's more I'm really excited to FINALLY show Charlie and Mimzy interacting more in this arc. Both of them have been shown defending each other to other characters in previous arcs but despite Mimzy being Charlie's oldest friend in Forgery they've barely gotten any scenes together. I'm going to stick to my rule of never forcing a character into a scene where they don't need to be there, but I REALLY hope I don't end up streamlining Mimzy out of this one. I think she's had more scenes cut than any other character in forgery, despite how much i love drawing her butt. T.T

Hazbin Hotel belongs to @vivziepop.

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What would happen if Darling showed a little jealousy towards the girls who flirt with Ezra?

Oh my goodness! i am so sorry covid kicked my butt and i’m still not better lol, but anonie ily, idk if you’re the same nonnie that’s been sending all or at least most of the ezra asks, but i am working on them all!!! i promise i just haven’t even touched this app in DAYS. T.T

anyway, Minors DNI as always 🥰 plz and ty

CW: GN/READER, no body or genitalia descriptions for reader (other than hole lol), kissing, biting, sex in whatever hole you have luv u bb, creampie, indecent exposure, public sex, ditching the body type beat

Status: Not Dating (but close to it)

You stab your pencil into the knot in the wood of your table. It’s so hard to listen to your professor next to Ezra. Today’s a little different though…

“Ezraaaaa~” a gorgeous peer touches his arm, and fawns over him. He’s watching you with some weirdly satisfied expression on his face. You roll your eyes at him. He chuckles back and your brows furrow ferociously. What? did he just— “When are you gonna come back over? we’re having a party this weekend…”

Now a few guys are walking up and one of them pushes another forward, He sputters for a sec before speaking up “H-hey Ezra! um, wanna go out this weekend again?”

“Oh my gods, can I please just focus!? leave him alone! the professor is literally speaking!” The pencil snaps, half of it stuck graphite first in that same wooden knot. It’s been ground a little deeper than it was earlier.

“Ew. You can always—” The gorgeous one starts, before Ezra cuts her off.

“Nah they’re right. This is boring as shit.” He leans over to your ear, “‘sides, I like you mad,” He’s wearing a beaming grin as he pulls back.

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you outside, the professor doesn’t spare either of you a glance.

As soon as you’re out in the hallway, his raw strength is forcefully slamming you into the lockers, rattling the metal doors.

“Ezra??” You never see him this passionate or nice? Sure he’s still rough, but he isn’t hurting you.

He lifts your legs and wraps them around his waist. “Owch,” One of the latches is digging in your back, you laugh a little “sorry, my back”

He moves you both down an inch or two, his lips crashing onto yours before he pulls away to take in the sight of you.

“Why do you make me feel this way…?” It’s like he didn’t mean to say that… You feel like you’ve seen something you almost… Shouldn’t have? You look down and away. “No. Look at me.” He pulls you back roughly with his hand on your jaw.

“Fuck, Ezra…. I don’t know… Maybe you shouldn’t” You choose your next words as carefully as you can. “have been so mean. Prolly feelin guilty or somethin’”

“That too.” His lips assault your neck now, teeth biting and air puffing against you. Your body is a whirlwind of sensation.

“too?”

He either doesn’t hear you or just doesn’t answer.

Your arms are locked around his neck but your fingers tingle with yearning. Youdecide to trust him with your weight and let go in favor of tracing his muscled arms. You both sigh into eachother. The Ozone and forest scent of him comes through and fill your senses once again.

Even the smell of smoke is starting to welcome you back. You don’t let yourself think twice. You deserve some feel good sex after everything he’s done to you. He owes you. “Yeah.”

“What?” He pulls back with glistening lips to inspect you his expression quizzical but still smiling.

“You owe me. a lot. actually.”

“Oh? hah! fine whatever. now open up.”

You push your crotch against his bulge harder, “I have been, just waiting for you.”

“Fuck, good” He pats your head affectionately. His hand falls down your face almost… Lovingly.

You try and shove those fluttery feelings down. This is Ezra after all.

Once inside he’s bouncing you desperately on his thick pulsing cock. His hands are wrapped around your throat getting you so close to blacking out it hurts. You try to tap out but he continues pounding furiously into you.

You deliciously sloppy hole stretches around his width perfectly. His grunts fill your fading and popping hearing.

“F-f-ff” you can’t speak at all. Finally you feel him shuddering and filling you with his thick streaming cum.

He drops you.

You slump unceremoniously down onto the smooth waxed floor. Cum leaks out of your still exposed hole.

You have to catch your breath, and while you are indisposed you see the flash of Ezra’s phone camera. Then he leaves you there. His walk a satisfied swagger down the hall away from the classroom and toward the front doors.

Asshole.

[wolfinshipclothing]

Rewatching Avatar: the last Airbender (WITH MY MOM!)

Ok so i convinced my mom to watch ATLA with me. she's 68, but with the mind (and the looks mind you) of a 40y/o woman who loves cartoons, so it was quite the blast.

i'll go Book by Book and tell you guys her very amusing (and accurate) thoughts.

So here i go.

MY MOM WATCHES ATLA: BOOK I

-first coment is when she saw Zuko and it was like "ooh, he's hot!" and i was like "he's a teenager" and she was like "he's also not real" so point for her.

-IMMEDIATELY after learning the Avatar has to learn the four elements, she already knew Zuko was going to chance sides and teach Firebending to Aang.

-First episodes were a bit slow but she caught onto it because of the fantasy elements. she had a bit of a hard time picking the whole bending thing. not the bending itself, but the fact that not everyone who lives in the earth kingdom or wears green is an earthbender, but she catch it up quickly.

-she pointed out that Aang's airbending is not very consistent. "Why doesn't the Avatar just blow them away?! he did so in that other episode" and well, its kinda true.

-when it was Haru's episode i said "you're gonna like him". and when Haru showed up she was "ooooh i like him! not as much as the prince tho."

-"you realize its the brother (sokka) who things all the plans, right? he's the brains" she said, halfway through Book One. she's a smart one my mom.

-"when is the earth master going to appear?" "aang has to learn waterbending first" "well but he could appear!" "just wait, mom -.-"

-she is dumbfounded and amazed at the creatures of the Avatar World. "i don't know what the heck that is but is cute/ugly as fuck".

-"this girl Katara is gonna end up with the prince right? Fire and water, perfect match" oh mom. you're in for a dissapointment.

-in the fortune teller episode "but aang's too young for katara! he's twelve right? and she's, fifteen or something?" and i said "yeah, it was kind of a thing at the time" and she said "makes no sense. also, the Avatar is like a superhero. those people... belong to the world, you know? they cant be with anyone". she's pretty wise my mom.

-"I LIKE JET!" then Jet tries to kill the old man "i dont like Jet" then Jet tries to blow up the dam "i hate Jet."

-She thinks Uncle Iroh is the best, specially after he was kidnapping. "He sure knows how to fight" she said. "he's a bit of a goof chummy guy but he gives good advice" (remember this is still Book One).

-she was mindblowed by "the storm". "poor prince. no wonder he's always so mad. still, i like his scar. it looks like a flame."

and i was like "what?" and i realized that, yes, zuko scar sometimes looks like a flame when looked from the side. my mom had to point that out to me T.T.

-"WHY IS KATARA PRACTICING WITH THE WATER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT-?! AND SHE SCREAMING TOO! SHE'S GONNA BE FOUND!" right you are, mom.

-after roku's episode "poor aang. he's gonna do all that, learn all the elements, fight that son of a bitch, and all that before summer? its too much" :(

-during Bato's episode "nah. nah, you can't do that Aang, come on." "he feels left out" "but that scrolls is important right? its about the guys father!" right she was. also she didn't stop laughing at Uncle Iroh flirting with the bounty hunter girl.

-she was having none of Master Pakku bullshit. when katara confronted him she was "hell yeah, show him whats good!" and when we found out master pakku was gran gran old 'boyfriend' "OH, now he's gonna teach her just because she's the grandaughter of his lost love. right. -.-" and i was laughing mad because dont we all know its the truth? XD

-when she saw the fire nation armada she was like "O.O HOW DO YOU EVEN BEAT THAT?"

-and when zuko ship exploded "noooooo! dont kill my princeee, he's so preety! :("

-she doesn't know why sokka felt in love so fast with Yue, and neither do I.

-she got repeatidely frustrated by Aang not taking serious the situations that should be serious, but she shrugged it as "he's twelve".

-at the end of the season, when we see Azula for the first time i told her "i cant BEGIN to tell you how long we had to wait to see how this turned out, because season two took forever to air (we live in latino america)". she was just as excited as i was and wanted to see more.

-as a personal note, i watched this series as a kid and its wild to rewatch it as an adult becase, like, you can apreaciate how well paced and well thought everything is, and how the characters actions NOW reflect what we will learn from them later.

All in all , my mom liked it Book I A LOT, and we waited little in watching book II.

its late so i'll talk more about the other books in other posts. let me know my thoughts so i can pass them onto my mom! :D

[eliavraay]

"The Suit Episode" - Part 3

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Scroop gets deprived of his repelling looks and the sudden positive attention makes him try to gain back some fear, only to fail miserably and being uncomfortable about it.

About the characters here. The girl is called Trava and she is the cook of the ship. She is from the same rocky species as Mr. Arrow. She is actually Mr. Onyx's daughter, who was Jim's first mate during the procyon battles. But he got retired. Trava is cheerful and brave. She is an excelent cook and makes her way into people's hearts with her meals. Scroop is usualy mean to her, until she puts some good food in front of him to make him shut up.

Luca was already here on some comics. What I didn't tell about him is, that his full name is Lucadious, and he was born nobility on his home planet. He left however, as he wanted to work for his own happiness and not feel guilty about being born into luxury, when others suffer. He wants to see the real world and experience it himself. He wants to be friend with Scroop very badly, because he admires his resilience and life-experience. But they rarely get along, as Luca simply can't understand some of Scroop's habits. Scroop himself just sees him as a spoiled, naive kid, who is easy to push aside. He is often angry at him for no reason. Luca just rolls with it and smiles, because that's exactly the experience he wants. Also, he hates when people call him on his full name.

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This took longer to make, that it should have. I am sorry. My drawing habits are uprooted a bit. T.T

[skubean]

Omg hiiii. I was wondering if you could do a Saiki K request? Basically he meets another psychic that’s not attracted to him and she’s in the grade above so she practically acts like his older sister and fights off Kusuke AHAHAHAH

Thanks again💜💜

hello, anon! thank you for the request. i thought this idea was really funny since it's random but i like it a lot!! i'll try my best and hope u liked it! (i'm also really sorry it took me so long to do this)

psychic! reader fighting kusuke ft. kusuo saiki (hcs)

notes: fem reader, platonic, reader acts like saiki's older sis, just crack

kusuo was unamused, to say the least. here he was, listening to you rant about how powerful you were in comparison to him, in which he absolutely disagrees. but who was he to say anything? you clearly weren't listening to him, nor did you care.

he should've acted quicker when he felt your presence in his school, a senior a year older who was looking for him. knowing that kusuo could hear your thought, you told him to befriend you if he wanted you to keep your mouth shut over the fact that the both of you were psychics.

which is why kusuo is stuck with you after classes, and during recess (in which kokomi was not pleased).

a part of kusuo thought that you were one of the girls that were chasing after him (you were so offended he thought of you like that, the disgusted face you made was enough to serve as proof that he was wrong).

to add insult to injury, kokomi came across you ruffling kusuo's hair once, so now the misunderstanding just keeps getting worse.

tbh, you were doing it on purpose since kusuo was always so stone-faced and it just intrigued you.

in all truth, the reason you approached kusuo was to stop his older brother, kusuke from wrecking the whole entire world.

although kusuo doubts his brother's capability in doing so, he knows it's possible. he knows. because it's kusuke.

but what kusuo wasn't expecting was how much he liked having your company around, much to his dismay. having you around made him feel like he wasn't alone (in terms of being psychic)

and to be honest, you liked hanging out with him too! as much as he tried ignoring you, you just couldn't help but be around him.

and then the day came, and you had to face kusuke.

kusuke was 100% annoyed that you existed T.T like wtf you doing around my brother typa beat.

and you were actually right, the man was tryna destroy the world! so you and kusuo had to play kusuke's little game of hide and seek and eventually managed to win.

kusuke was amused, the least to say.

now imagine him tryna research on you bcs he's never seen someone on the same wavelength w his bro.

to conclude, now kusuke was constantly on your ass and kusuo is the least bothered by it.

your everyday life just got more crazier

-end-

a/n: i am so SORRY this took so long i actually passed out mid writing bcs i was so sick KJSDKSAHDK and then forgot i was writing abt this and im sorry this just dont make no sense T.T

[ehhh2000]

Tekken 8 - Anti Reina Mishima Stamp(Rant) Huge Tekken 8 Spoilers!

This is gonna piss off Reina fans, but just a friendly reminder..... this is my opinion. If you love her, go on a page that praises her. You won't get it here. Alright here goes.

I was playing Tekken 8 at my friend's house. It was a fun time, and the story has improved from Tekken 7 (with the bland, monotone narrator gone, thank god) and..... Tekken 6 (ugh!) but has a few flaws.

The biggest flaw which almost ruined Tekken 8 for me, was this character, called Reina Mishima.

This is without a doubt, one of the most poorly written female characters I have ever seen in my entire life.

You mean to tell me that Lucky Chloe gets shit from Tekken fans, but Reina Mishima gets a free pass? WTF? I mean I am not a fan of Lucky Chloe (ok her character design is cute, but she is abusive AF to Eddie T.T) but at least she wasn't a forced and contrived, plot device character like Reina, and is just a dumb troll character from the creator, as a middle finger to their haters that really hated her guts.

Like you think Rey from Star Wars, Disney Remake Mulan, Bella Swan, or Captain Marvel were bad?

Well, that is nothing comparred to this DeviantArt OC, Mary-Sue reject.

So Reina is the daughter of Heihachi Mishima. (Oh, so we are doing the Lars Alexandersson plot-twist, from Tekken 6 again, in 2024... aka lazy, repetitive writing for Tekken 8 when it comes to introducing new characters... got it 👍) 

My issues with her that makes her a poorly written character is that:

-She is a flawless fighter, like Disney remake's Mulan bad. I know she is suppose to have flawless fighting moves like Heihachi, but good god, this is just embarrasing.

Edit: Ok, I understand that it is a fighting game, and the Mishima's are suppose to be powerful, badass fighters, so Reina should be no exception. Fair enough. I still think she is a self-insert character because she was just thrown into the story, with no buildup or references from previous games (Same issue I had with Lars in Tekken 6 btw, he just exists to replace Jin as a MC, and they made him a Mishima to make him more relavant, instead of him just standing out on his own as a character. I don't hate Lars btw, he has a cool character design, but the hair is riduclous, and I felt indifferent towards him at first, but now I kinda see him as a potential father figure to Jin in Tekken 8.)

-She is trying too hard to be a hardcore, edgy, tomboy, cool-looking version of Asuka, so I will call her the poor man's Asuka Kazama.

-Her character design and oufit is uninspired and too modern for my liking (Black boots, black short-shorts and A black and purple hoddie, huh.... how creative... -_-) oh and short black hair and purple streaks to add to the edgy, tomboy look. (Or the Karen look as I like to call it ^^)

-She is younger than Jin Kazama, YOUNGER! Despite being Jin's aunty. Yes, you heard correctly. I think the creators wanted a self-insert character to have some sort of sex appeal, which is why they made her look younger and prettier, and show off her legs (which gives me the ick.) And her calling Jin "Senpai" didn't help either.

(I also didn't like the fact the creators made Kazumi Mishima and Jun Kazama look younger than their own sons, like what is wrong with looking a bit older, mature and graceful? I actually want to see a badass, old lady in Tekken that can fight! Kazumi felt like a missed opportunity in that sense.)

-She manages to beat the shit out of Kazuya in her ending, despite her looking like a twig. Reminding me too much of something out Inuyasha, when that abusive, unbearable, bratty, girl Kagome would do the same thing to her love interest Inuyasha, for comedy! 🙄

I will admit that Kazuya is a shitty father (Sorry fans 😭 don't kill me) at least Kazuya has flaws, he is a damaged man, blinded by hatred, rage and has an obssession with power, like it's a drug to him. A wrathful devilman, but not completely heartless, otherwise he would just be another mini Heihachi.

Reina has no flaws, no personality, no interesting backstory and is just a pathetic Jerk-Sue Character (a Mary-Sue that is a Jerk, with no consequences for her actions.)

-She is also not a good plot-twist character either, again, she just ripped off Lars' backstory, so there is no originality from her.

-And to add to the cherry on top, when it comes to her being a poorly written, fanfic-styled Mary-Sue character, she is also....... a devil! 😈 Unless if it is revealed that she is Kazumi's daughter or something, then why the hell does she have to devil gene? And she wants to be the new Heihachi, huh? Wait till she finds out that Heihachi is the OG devil hater.

Terrible twist, terrible story, and a terrible first impression of Reina. 🤬 Fuck this character!

[youaremycosmo]

《cream series part one》 taemin x reader scenario

as always i'm thankful to everyone who like it, hope you'll enjoy these scenarios too ^^ my plan was to publish more this year cause i have so many drafts and it's a mess but it's already 21st *rolling eyes* and if you're new to my world of scenarios, i invite you to check the MASTERLIST Word count// 1,300 words Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// After two years of your rather innocent, friends-to-lovers relationship, Taemin decides to delicately push things forward. And it means reeeally delicately. This is a part of boyfriend/fiancé/husband scenarios, but cream (gonna change it but can't find better name T.T) series will focus on entering the new level of being a couple (XD).

Genre// fluff

Warnings// none, this is so innocent XD you&taemin are in 3rd class of highschool so he patiently waited till being adults lol and yes, he's going to bleach his hair just to look more sexy

You were sitting on Taemin's bed, leaning comfortably on the pillow against the wall. There was a math book on your lap because that was the last lesson today. At the end of it, your teacher quickly said how to solve the homework and you decided to do it right after returning from school to get it over with. It was literally 20 minutes of work, but apparently Taemin had other plans by kissing you right now.

His hand continuously for a long moment fondly caressed your cheek, and the other one was somewhere on your waist, squeezing it gently. It would be a lie saying you had any resistance looking at how you wrapped your arms around his neck and responded to his lip movements passionately, occasionally sucking lightly on his tongue. The entire room was filled with the sound of wet lips brushing against each other, but you didn't have to worry because his parents will be home from work in a few hours.

Taemin finally slowly pulled away, allowing you both to take your first normal breath in the last few minutes. Even though it was refreshing, deep in your heart you felt sad that the kiss had just ended. His gaze was affectionate as always, and his fingers brushed your hair over your shoulder. However, you felt in the air something different than usual.

- What? - you asked with slight amusement, seeing Taem hesitating over something. You twirled the pencil in your fingers impatiently, waiting for his answer.

Taemin gazed at you for a long moment, biting his lower lip. Finally, he decided to move closer again, placing several smooches on your neck. 

- You're tickling - you giggled under your breath, pulling back a little. Tae chuckled softly too, leaning on either side of your body.

- Could we… - he glanced at your sweater. - Could we take it off? - he asked, taking a deep breath. 

You smirked, guessing what he meant, but you knew you had a great opportunity to prank him. And it would be a real pity not to use this occasion.

- Sure - you agreed without much resistance, grabbing the ends of your sweater and taking it off. You were wearing a tank top underneath and you could see immediately the huge disappointment in his eyes. He didn't say anything though, just stared at this unnecessary material.

Taemin has seen you wearing a bra a few times, mostly in fitting rooms when you two went shopping together. It wasn't very uncomfortable for you, in fact you were more amused by the thought that he might be the first boy among his friends to see a girl in a bra.

- What is it about again? - you asked playfully, teasing him. - You wanted me to take off my sweater, didn't you?

- Yes… - he looked extremely intimidated. - It's warm in this room, don't you think? - he cleared his throat quietly, looking away. The atmosphere got a little awkward, which was… rather odd. 

- Yeah, actually... I'm even too hot in that tank top - you admitted after a moment, because you enjoyed his embarrassment so much. Taem was always so bold and basically did whatever he wanted, so these types of situations were incredibly precious. This time you painfully slowly reached for the fabric and lifted it up, pulling it over your head. You tossed it aside, smoothing your hair slightly. There wasn't really much to look at. You were wearing a navy blue soft bra, completely plain, nothing special.

Taemin blinked nervously, examining your whole body with his eyes. His hands very gently found its place on your ribs. It felt like a feather. You actually had the impression that he was afraid you were going to tell him to take this hands away at any time.

- I... could I kiss you lower than usual? - the next request left his lips, with a huge uncertainty in his voice. 

This made you giggle uneasily, since Tae was making it so embarrassing. There would be no problem if he just did it, but instead he started to ask about every little thing. On the other hand, you appreciated it as a sign of respect to you. 

- Well… - you glanced down at yourself, thinking briefly if this was something inappropriate. - I think… you can try… - you shrugged your shoulders, giving him permission. 

Taemin cautiously came closer and pecked your collarbone as if to gauge your reaction. You didn't do anything though, sitting politely, which made him give a few more pecks there before switching sides and doing the same. This wasn’t particularly new, but you were more undressed and it made these kisses special.

His next sharp breath was before he slowly lowered his lips to your cleavage, but quite high up. This area also soon was covered in little smooches, to which you can’t help but smile.

- What a beautiful baby you are, really - he admitted, shamelessly staring at your breasts. This made you laugh, as you corrected yourself on the pillow to sit more comfortably. 

- I don't know what you're excited about, you saw me in a bra already - you mocked him, feeling more brave again. 

Taemin just rolled his eyes. - Because you can't enjoy the little things, duh - he answered playfully and brushed your hair behind your ear. - But okay, if you're looking for adrenaline... - he reached for your arm and more boldly slided the strap down. Then Tae got closer and kissed your skin. This peck was different, more like licking.

- Ah, what are you doing? - you whined in amusement, slapping lightly his arm.

- I'm taking it off - he grinned, brushing your hair from the other side and doing the same. You were left with a bra that was still pretty tight on your breasts, but showed a little more. Taemin came back with pecks on your cleavage and you couldn't lie, you were starting to feel something weird in your tummy. It was hard to say what exactly, like a mix of stress but also curiosity. 

- How about giving one kiss to your breasts? They must feel neglected - he giggled heartily at his own words as he glanced in your eyes. 

- You're an idiot, I swear - you snorted hearing his ridiculous question. - One. And we do math.

- One - he repeated, licking his lips slightly.

This strange feeling got even worse as you felt his breath on the skin of your breasts. It was like a sudden switch, it wasn’t an innocent joke anymore, but uncovering something that was hidden till today . The imprint of his lips was very delicate. You sensed his caution, almost as if he was afraid you'd fall to pieces when he touched you there.

- Hey, but you said it’ll be just one - you immediately pointed out to him when he pecked your second breast.

- One for each, you can't be so ungenerous - he smirked with a gleam in his eye. - What if the other is sorry? - he asked, sliding your straps back into place and reaching for your top.

You sighed heavily as he turned it over. - I won’t be better, i’m just  warning you - you said whimsically, letting him put it on.

- I'll take it as a challenge - he raised an eyebrow slightly, giving you a lovely smile and slid a sweater over you.

He sat next to you and reached for his notebook. - What did she say there? Do we need a quadratic function here? - he asked completely seriously, writing down the data from the task.

[merriclo]

this might be weird but the bathhouse episode of WAN really got me thinking about Atsushi’s hygiene because in it he said that he only uses a bar of soap to clean himself, a habit left over from his time at the orphanage. and now i can’t stop imagining Atsushi’s first solo-trip to the grocery store where he had to go and buy stuff for his hygiene

outside of the bar of soap, he does strike me as the guy who would use dish soap for his hair in a pinch because “soap is soap,” or he would buy the 14-in-one shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothpaste, motor oil, etcetera is. tbh Dazai probably told him to use it (either as a serious recommendation or as a cruel bit, nobody knows). it also wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t know anything about cologne either and (A) doesn’t wear any, (B) bought the cheapest most basic one available, or (C) was gifted some by Kunikida. tbh he probably smells like whatever laundry detergent he gets, cause that’s the only real scented thing he’s got T.T

but my main thing is.. what the fuck does he buy for Kyouka?? because they live together, and he’s pretty much her primary caretaker, so obviously he’d also be the one shopping for her. but this little girl was mentored by people like Kouyou, Verlaine, and Akutagawa, so obviously she’d have excellent hygiene. but what??? the fuck is he supposed to buy her??????

honestly he’d prob panic and call up like. Naomi or someone. and ask what to get her, to which she’d be like “uhhh shampoo, conditioner, and body wash?? some lotion if you’re feeling fancy???? Atsushi this is common knowledge why are you asking me this.” in the end he’d get her some sweet, cutesy scent like strawberries or cherry blossom, and bring it home and be like “hey!!!! i tried my hardest!!!!!!!!!” and Kyouka, used to the Port Mafia paycheck and Kouyou’s doting, would look at it like “what the fuck is this. thank you dearly but what the fuck is this.”

it’d be many moons until that girl got her hands on some nice perfume, either by getting Atsushi to buy it for her or getting it as a gift from a member of the agency. i could also def see her spritzing her stuffed bunny with her fave perfume

uhm. anyways Atsushi smells like laundry detergent and cheap cologne, and Kyouka, little miss spoiled-by-Kouyou, is surviving as best she can