#mark s is so AAAAA

[concernedbrownbread]

when Cobel asked Mark "Who won't you go to the break room for?" after he wanted to take the fall for Ms Casey asdlakjslkjaf why is he so kind aaaa

[simplyreveries]

hi sorry for my English, but can I ask the boys to overblot with a s/o who likes to mark their face with lipstick marks please

lipstick marks; overblot boysss

aaaaa i love this idea so much, thank you 😭😭

this is perfect because i have an obsession with lipstick<3

riddle rosehearts

it doesn't matter how long you two have been together he still gets so flushed after any kiss from you. you have such an effect on him, it's crazy. so, he doesn't even notice the lipstick stains left on him- he only learned when he heard ace snickering about something and commenting on his left cheek.

he was so flustered by that and learned to always check his face after you kiss him, he has a status to keep up as dorm leader!! he doesn't want to be improper or anything...or hear all the teasing from the others. but he does secretly enjoy it that you love to give them to him.

whenever you pepper his faces with kisses and he has to use something like a handkerchief to rub it off, he'll be all red in the face and mutter something like "oh dear..." under his breath as he worriedly goes to a mirror. but you've sworn you've caught him smiling a little, on multiple occasions.

leona kingscholar

when you come up to him and press kisses on his face whenever he’s asleep and trying to nap- he’ll groan tiredly and tell you not too because he’s too tired to wipe off all your “damn lipstick” right now. (let’s be REAL leona) you usually see a small smirk on his face with his eyes closed though. leona will seem even irritated if you'd stop.

he’ll roll his eyes when he wipes his lips with the back of his hand and sees it stained with the color of your lips and pull you back in for another. by the end of it his lips are smudged around with the shade of yours. its definitely a sight to see if it's a pinkish color.

leona doesn’t actually really care, I mean a lot like the others he’ll make sure to get it off before going out or something… though there may have been a few times he’s forgotten or missed it because he is usually half-asleep when you’re smooching him.

azul ashengrotto

every time you kiss and smooch him, he's so smitten, his brain cant function and he can't think of really anything or anyone else. in the privacy of his office are his favorite moments when you come to check on him and give him affection. this man is putty in your hands idc!!

so needless to say, the first time this happened to him- he doesn't even notice, like riddle. he'll be in such a dreamy mood and state while he does his paperwork. when jade comes to him about something, he immediately covers his mouth with his gloved hand trying to hide the amusement he clearly is feeling when seeing azul like that. he doesn't even tell him because he thinks its funny, jade only said "ah i didnt notice (name) was here earlier..."

azul was confused but brushed it off because he deemed this behavior normal from the twins. azul only learned the hard way when he heard floyd who couldn't keep it to himself.

every time you kiss him azul tries to remember to, but once again he's stuck on thinking about you. when he looks at himself in the mirror to wipe it off, he's got such a stupid grin on his face. his favorite spot to see where its left is right under his mouth where his beauty mark is.

jamil viper

he feels the lipstick left on his face usually and places his fingers against it and has the smuggest smile... he loves it honestly. within the privacy of him in you, when he feels it smudged and left on his face it makes him weak. he pretty much doesn't forget to rub it off still, but sometimes you may see the reminiscent color left on his face.

he oddly enjoys putting your lipstick on for you, jamil would do it for you if you ask him. he likes choosing his favorite colors that you have to put on you. i mean, there's also the perk of him getting kissed as a thanks so he's not complaining.

if you did it out in public, well he will let out a small huff and discreetly tries to wipe it off hoping no other dormmates or god forbid kalim saw him with it, he'll only tease him with mushy things about how cute him and you are together. he pretends like he doesn't like them, so it is rather funny to see. he just doesn't want to appear like that in front of others.

vil schoenheit

he literally does the same thing to you ALL the time. only he chuckles and coos while rubbing it off of your face gently. whenever you two are done kissing both of your faces are covered in each other's lipstick. he personally really likes the look of you like that.

he usually looks into his compact mirror from his uniform, he laughs saying something like "oh my, look at what you've done, dear." like he just didn't leave the same exact thing on your face as well.

vil 100% buys you more and more lipstick... like literally pick what you want. he'll give you the best and prettiest brands, he loves seeing you in them anyway. he'll be amused and point out its a brand he bought for you as he wipes it off his cheek carefully. he also knows exactly what colors would suit and compliment you the best.

idia shroud

idia was a huge ball of nerves when it came to kissing you at first, he's had zero experience, and he feels insecure about his lips- as they're chapped and scarred a bit from him biting his lips out of anxiety. you got him some vaseline and flavored lip balm for him, but he only likes it when you put it on his lips for him.

the tips of his hair always gets all pink, like his groovy card in the ghost marriage event- when you kiss him, and he sees the lipstick stains imprinted on his skin. he is flustered beyond belief, but he always craves more from you- once you start, he cannot seem to get enough of you. idia gives you this toothy grin and wipes them off with the sleeve of his jacket but whenever you get red lipstick on him, and he does that it just ends up looking like blush on his pale skin.

love love loves any flavored ones like lip gloss you use that taste sweet. definitely use them because it'll always work on idia. you literally make this man dizzy and lightheaded with your lips- he doesn't seem to care about the lipstick getting on him one bit when it's the two of you. he'll only feel embarrassed if you give him a small one if you're out and cover his face nervously.

malleus draconia

malleus kisses you so much that his own lips turn the color of your lipstick. not only does it attack his whole face, but you've got his lips in that shade too, he only notices when you point it out and laugh. he'll smile and hum, only to lean in for more from you.

its funny because if you're trying to give him a kiss- with your height difference you'd end up getting a stain on his neck- at best. he thinks it's amusing as he chuckles. he'll give you a real kiss then. malleus is honestly lowkey proud to have them on him, he sees it as a sign of your affection and love from you so why wouldn't he like it? he has this dumb smirk on his face when you've got the darkest shade and you kiss him, it's the most visible on him of course.

like vil, he'll happily supply you with however many you want. malleus loves seeing you wear lipstick, it's really his favorite thing. but as i've mentioned he prefers dark shades on you the best out of them all, for sure.

[merakiui]

Mer Eggs Anon back again

Okay hear me out Mera-

The fwb into yandere into parents- omegaverse style

Darling is having so many problems with their heat and strikes a deal with one of (or all 👀 maybe they take turns) octatrio to help, in return you help them out too with their ruts

Slowly overtime it goes from Fwb to one-sided affection to obsession

But one day somehow (we know how) Darling is pregnant, despite being so careful with contraceptives and protection (scheming boys always win) and hides it. the time for their next heat comes and the boy asks why they aren't in heat (they know), and darling has to tell the boy that they are pregnant

Pull the "I understand if you don't want to be a dad-" and darling is promptly cut off by the joy the boys feel, they proudly claim darling as theirs, he will be a great father and all this other stuff.

And darling is too overwhelmed to even notice that the boy seemed a bit too prepared to be a dad... somehow everything seemed prepared already

It all comes crashing down eventually, darling finding out about the sabotage but by then they are too far along and they already have been claimed, so even if they wanted to they are instinctively bound to their alpha (or alphas)

Okay rant over-

Signing off,

Mer Eggs Anon

MER EGGS, I LOVE THIS AAAAAAA!!!!!!! OTL omegaverse with (supposedly) surprise, unintentional pregnancy is so yummy omg omg!!! <3

Imagine after learning that it was all fully intentional and that he sabotaged your birth control you try to confront him because you’re so shocked and upset and hurt and betrayed and disgusted, but he’s being so sweet to you, telling you you’ll be a wonderful parent, that he’s here for you every step of the way, that this will be perfect—don’t you want a family? You want to be a parent, right? Right? And suddenly you’re not sure why you’re so angry anymore… or!!!! Conversely, holding your ground and not letting them lead you astray with so many hypothetical questions and subtle topic changes, but your determination crumbles when he gives you a dead stare and says, completely serious and stern, “You’re keeping the baby and you’re building this family with me.” Or something along those lines, and he purposely releases too many strong pheromones so you’re forced into submission. You have no choice but to drop the subject and meekly agree because it’s an unfortunate biological fact that omegas are immensely weak to lots of alpha pheromones, especially pregnant ones who have already been marked and claimed by said alpha(s). <3

Omg omg omg also that trope in omegaverse where the pregnant omega misses the alpha when they’re not home, so they surround themself with the alpha’s scent (whether by wrapping themselves in the duvet on their bed or hiding away amongst their shirts in the closet or by rifling through the laundry to find an article of clothing that smells a lot like them). Aaaaa it’s purely instinctual that you’re doing this, but he’s so pleased to come home to find you so compliant and weepy for him, unable to avoid omega instincts.

Floyd’s the easiest to deal with (and easiest to charm). But then he’s also really good at unintentionally charming you because he’s just so genuine and loving and helpful, and he wants so badly to be part of the baby’s life. Also he’s so good at pregnancy sex????? You’d think he’d be rough or lose himself in the moment, but he’s eerily soft—arguably the most gentle sex you’ll ever get from him. <3

Jade may be particular about certain things, such as making sure you aren’t doing too much hard work because he doesn’t want you to injure yourself or the baby, but for the most part he’s just pleased to start a family with you. I think you’ll see more emotions from Jade because he doesn’t take as much care to veil all of them. He’s just so overwhelmed with happiness, so he smiles a lot more—smiles that actually show teeth—and he’s practically glowing with joy and excitement. You even caught him humming when he was preparing breakfast! T-T he becomes so fluffy, so one way or another you’ll find yourself charmed. How can you not when he takes such good care of you?

Azul is a bit of a mess (a lot of a mess, actually), so he frets over every little detail. He wants you to be comfortable at all times, so everything he does is for your sake, even if it means he has to sacrifice his own comfort. Azul was ready to repaint the entire kitchen because you (in the midst of a pregnancy mood swing) whined about how the blue makes you think of gloomy, rainy days. :( Azul just wants you to be happy because when you’re happy he’s overjoyed. <3 you only need to exist and he’s the happiest mer in the world, so there’s no need to entertain escape. Not that you’d get very far. :)

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The Cactus (Killshot, Part 2.)

“Choices have consequences.” - Simon Riley, 2022

Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.

Part Summary: Simon never liked acting on a whim, but the mysterious flourish doesn't leave his thoughts, so he decides to break his habits. One day, he becomes a witness to Y/N's past catching up with her, which marks the beginning of their friendship. 

A/N: I'm actually so insecure about this series, aaaaa. I haven't written anything in a year properly and I'm so afraid people won't like my iteration of Simon. However, there isn't much to base it off because not like we witness their day-to-day life in CoD anyway.  Also, I'm going away for the next few days - chapter 3 is like 25 % finished, but I won't be able to work on it, so the next update should be here around Monday, Tuesday next week (Sunday if I'll clutch it). Sorry for the typos x.

Warnings: SIMON AND READER RIZZING EACH OTHER UP WITH ONE-LINERS (they cringe), both of them generally gushing over one another, and mentions of a past abusive relationship.

Word count: 6.1K

Tagging: @poohkie90​

Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T

Throughout his life, for as long as he could remember, Simon Riley considered himself to be a person of habit. He preferred a dull, monotonous routine over living his days out carelessly and freely. If he wasn't one of the higher-ranking members of SAS, he'd probably settle for a repetitive job where there would be little to no surprise- he'd likely become an office worker. When talking about routine, of course, Simon didn’t count in his paperwork, deployments, basically all job-related activities or occasional hangouts with his friends, that happened infrequently anyway.

Simon wasn't always like this, no. Back when his old man had all five together, he was what you'd call 'a normal child'. Back then, they were a normal family.

Simon vaguely recalled a train he loved to play with, the warm feeling of safety that his mum's kisses on the forehead brought, the safety when he could play with Tommy, just running around in the park pretending to be a pilot. Naturally, that all went to bloody shit. His old man lost all of his marbles. When Simon finally left home, he promised himself he would take full control of his life. His comfort in routine was the result of his father’s A+ upbringing. It taught him many lessons, some of which kept Simon up at night even as a grown, 6'3 man; moments when he felt like he's unable to protect himself or those surrounding him. Due to his many psychological evaluations, profilings and talks with the military shrink, he knew all the feelings were irrational. He was trying to fight those feelings the best he could. Simon was a fucking ace when it came to his job, he was able of taking people out in sixty various ways, snipe from blocks away, feel someone's presence way before they'd move... And yet, his father, his father's leather belt and his father's exotic pets brought him to his knees years after everything had been said and done. If he were to slip into a comfortable, never-changing routine, he would have under full control, he wouldn’t have to be wary of unexpected pain or punches that bring him to the ground, make him feel small and weak. He wouldn't have to be afraid of his demons that much... Wouldn't have to be afraid of feeling like a little, helpless child.

Now, throughout his adulthood, his day-to-day routine was firmly given - hour after hour, Simon’s brain knew what his body should be doing and it followed the schedule to a dot. For fucks sake, he was the kind of person who went out to buy groceries every two days and even on days he didn’t have to buy anything, Simon walked to the shop for the sake of keeping up with his routine. Due to this part of him, he could be perceived as a bit of a nut job. Almost everyone who'd ever been inside his apartment called him a cleaning freak - while in reality, it was just easy to keep the flat tidy thanks to a firmly given schedule. Simon didn't mind his flat or himself getting messy, otherwise, he would go insane during deployment. He didn't mind getting down and dirty, he didn't mind getting his clothes ripped, he didn't mind getting his body covered in scars if it meant the mission's success. It just meant that every day at 7 p.m., Simon did the dishes and disinfected most of the surfaces inside his house. He couldn't recall a day when he'd have dust in his flat except for when he came home from deployment. The fact that Simon owned little to no decoration inside his flat meant he didn't have to fiddle-faddle with dust catchers. First thing every morning? Putting on his baklava so he wouldn’t punch the mirror while looking at his reflection; followed closely behind with setting a kettle on the stove to get the tea going. Simon also had periodical tasks, as he named them - buying shoes every six months, and wardrobe renewal every three months.

His life was just a big scheme of periodically repeating tasks in which revelled. No surprises, no pain, no belittling - just Simon taking the reigns over his life.

However, something changed after Johnny and Cassie's proposal dinner. He couldn't point his finger at what it was, but his routine was missing something. And it was bugging Simon the fuck off. When Simon let his mind wander about, he caught himself going back to meeting the florist, Y/N as she introduced herself. His mind was considerate enough to let him play the memories again and again; all the alien feelings as they brewed inside his chest, him not being able to vocalize it, him not being able to speak properly when she looked at him. A hint of interest in her eyes as she realized why he accompanied Johnny. The flame of her warmth surrounding each action, word and expression. The tone of her voice, the fact that she was gorgeous... Simon had to see her again. He needed to talk to her again, ask her out if he'd find the courage.

Truth be told, he wasn't a stranger to hookups and attempts at getting into a relationship. Problems came when Simon tried to open up. The problems came after the act had ended. A one-night stand was fun enough until the girl asked if he'd like breakfast or if he'd like to repeat it someday. Simon loved the intimacy something as simple as sex could bring, he enjoyed the passionate emotions and friction of bodies... Until consequences came. Until the 'next morning' hit him right in his gut. Until he woke up next to them, seeing them sleep. Until he quickly put on his clothes and ran off like a scared little boy.

When it came to establishing a relationship, whether emotional or strictly physical, was when problems started to arrive... And never stopped coming. The last time he gave into giving this a try was four years ago. This experience kept him from dating ever since. His longest relationship? Half a fucking year, ended up with him getting deployed. Frankly, Simon started to feel very strongly about the lass he was seeing, he even planned on asking her to move in, he wanted to tell her he loved her. As he came to see her with a flower in his hand, some naked bozo answered the door. Naturally, actions spoke faster than words, so he packed a solid fucking punch. Needless to say, he hadn't seen Erica since. Not that he was sad about it, he was just brokenhearted and upset.

But you... Simon had never felt this strongly about anyone when meeting them for the first time, not even Erica made him as flustered and overtaken with emotion as you did. Trying to meet you, however, brought needed changes to his routine. Consciously pushing against the order set in his life was an enormous, almost unrealistic task. On the other hand, he was doing it for a good reason - if this meant he would be able to see you, he was willing to risk the restlessness that breaking the stereotype brought. On top of this, it was a well-known fact that working on administration outside the office greatly improved one’s overall mood. Or, so Price advised him.

Also, Simon was well aware that using the phrase ‘seeing you’ wasn’t fitting - he’d never gotten as far as making a contact. He started slowly - frequenting the cafe opposing Rosemary’s to scout out the terrain. He even noticed its name, Grind On. That made him chuckle. The man started taking notice of your presence in the shop - the very periodic nature of your shifts didn’t seem to change, which brought some relief and comfort; he’d be able to set a routine around this. Soon, he found himself sitting in the café every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to match your schedule; over time, he’d found himself a dead angle within the café in which none of the other guests could read the paperwork he was going through. The table was placed directly opposite the entrance to Rosemary’s, so Simon could watch as you created hundreds of bouquets over the span of getting used to his new way of living.

Even going out as frequently made him feel a tiny bit better, being around people as often was always alien to Simon, but simply letting life flow around him was making him feel easier. Not everyone was after his throat, not everyone stared at him as if they were about to shit their pants. No. To most people, Simon was just 'that rando they met on the street'. After some time, the baristas remembered his face (in a way) and his order (plain breakfast tea with a muffin, sometimes the soup of the day if he was feeling courageous) and started treating him as a regular, mainly a young bloke named Jason and a middle-aged woman named Anne. No more weird looks at his baklava, no more fear in their eyes. Just pleasantries. They even started asking him about his plans, his day, his mood, his job. Simon rarely gave in to the small talk, but it made him smile. He'd even go as far as to nod at the other regulars before putting his laptop onto the table, and plugging it in. Other times, Simon would bring a book or the newspaper. His eyes were on you the entire time, though. Oftentimes, he felt like an agent on a tailing mission, as if he was observing the suspect from afar, trying to gather intel. He had to reason with himself, telling himself his intention wasn't to pry, let alone stalk you - he just needed time to figure out how to approach you. He hadn’t got anyone to buy flowers for, which complicated the situation a fair share.

On Mondays, he’d take his favourite spot in the café in the early morning, watching you open up the shop. Each time, you were accompanied by Bonnie, who ran after you happily, barking as you teased her with a smile. Simon noticed that Bonnie’s collars switched frequently - sometimes, you’d tie an enormous plushy ribbon around her neck, other times it was a stylish bandana collar, and sometimes you picked the traditional, singular colour collar. Ghost found this habit of yours utterly cute, and soon, he realized he was looking forward to what collar Bonnie would be wearing next time. On Wednesdays, he’d come two hours before your shift was ending, making sure everything would go smoothly. There was never a singular hiccup throughout the month of his observations, he had to admit. On Fridays, he’d usually just drop by around noon to simply… Look at you, afore you from afar. Simon always had a keen eye, it was a requirement when it came to his job, and was a patient observer. He liked the way you always waved at leaving customers or measured the flowers’ length using your eyes only, always cutting off the exact length which needed to be cut.

As Cassie said, you were talking to the flowers a whole lot - each time, when the bouquet was near completion, you’d push your face next to the flower, whispering sweet nothings. As he watched you, oftentimes fiddling with his teaspoon, Simon caught himself daydreaming. What if he was your bouquet? What would you whisper in his ear if you'd get the chance? Would your fingers run across his jawline with matching subtlety, setting his body ablaze? Would it turn you as much as the thought turned him on? Could the two of you perhaps have some fun with the ribbons you use in your bouquets all the time? How would it look like if you’d wove it into your hair and Simon was the one to slowly pull the strands out one by one? How would it look and feel tying your wrists together? As soon as the clothes started disappearing in his imagination, Simon had to snap himself out of the trance. Thanks to this, he bent more than three teaspoons. The baristas usually laughed it off and brought him another one, and thank God they couldn't see how heavily Simon blushed under the mask.

His favourite moments, however, were those in between - the small moments during which he went on a smoke break and managed to listen to some of your music. Yea, it was still fucking tacky, but the tunes were starting to grow on Simon. A few times, he even caught himself pulling his phone out just to let Shazam search for the mysterious tune. There was a regular pattern traceable in your music choices. It was closely tied to the type of order you've got. Each type had its assigned playlist and thanks to that, Simon started to understand the habits and recurring phenomenons in your work. On some days, the oldies blasted through the flower shop as you waltzed through it with Bonnie hot on your heels, laughing while putting the flowers together - those were usually assigned for lovers, for dates and overall happy occasions. On other days, slow ballads and nonsensical love songs played, which usually meant you were working on wedding bouquets or big-event-type bouquets, just like Johnny's proposal bouquet. Simon genuinely hated it when you got a gig for funerals or other ceremonies similar to it - the shop remained silent - Simon noticed you usually didn’t even turn on most of the fairy lights at your disposal. Your mood dropped and the happy antics disappeared as you tied the flowers together, making sure they were honourable enough.

As per usual by that point, this happened on a Friday, and Simon sat at his favourite spot. There was a chai latté in front of him (he started to love the flavour of cinnamon harmonizing with the rest of the blend as well as the drink sending a wave of warmth through his entire body) along with a chocolate muffin. He just got back in and Anne was on his ass… That was sweet of her. As Simon looked up to nod her way, the barista just winked back with a knowing smile. The mood was good and you didn't have a lot of orders per se, but you had enough traffic to still make profits - Simon just back from his smoke break, hearing a hypnotizing love song playing inside the flower shop when a customer opened the door. Before picking the book off the table, he turned his head in your direction, expecting that you'd be walking the gentleman through what the flowers meant, helping to pick out the best combination. Instead, you were giving the customer a deadpan, frozen behind the counter, your expression devoid of any emotion. The man was clearly talking to you, gesturing heatedly and Simon didn’t have to go far to conclude he was most likely yelling his lungs out at you. ... better than her mum, anyway.

The words rang through Simon’s head as you finally took in a breath, yelling right back at the guy with matching intensity, shoving him out of the door. This was all Simon needed to see - he started packing his stuff, giving Anne the total and left a generous tip before he walked outside the shop. While you walked behind back onto the counter, falling onto it while your fists grabbed onto your hair as you gasped for air, the guy stared through the door at you. A moment later, he turned on his heels to leave the place. Simon was faced with a challenge - either he could go and comfort you (which would finally get him the chance to talk to you) or tail the guy, finding out a bit about him. Maybe even to have a chat with him. Against his better judgment, Simon's body moved on its own as soon as the mysterious man started walking towards Soho.

Simon genuinely didn't know for how long he tailed the guy - he watched him get into a double-decker in the centre, leaving while memorizing which route this number took. Simon was thinking about following him and getting on the bus as well, but the image of you being distressed was burdening him. Who even was the guy? Your boyfriend? Were you seeing someone? Honestly, Simon didn't consider this possibility beforehand. God, what if you were seeing someone and he'd come across as a perv and a stalker? Or... Could it be the one troubling you? Could he just be a rude customer? Could he be trying to wreak havoc in your daily life?

Fifteen minutes later, Simon was standing in front of Rosemary’s again. He fought himself for a long time before he entered the shop - as to be expected, you were nowhere to be seen, the tunes were playing silently, tuned down to a mere whisper. Because the door to the employees' facility was cracked open, it didn’t take Bonnie long enough to poke her head out with curiosity - and once more, as soon as her eyes landed on Simon, she was ready on her feet and running right to him. The adoration in her eyes made him chuckle as he mirrored Johnny’s actions; he leaned down to pick her up, scratching the sweet spot behind her ears. This ruckus was enough to lure you out as well.

Simon’s heart nearly broke when he saw your puffy eyes - suddenly, all the energy was gone, there was no warmer to be found and no smiles to be given. “I���m so sorry. I’m on my break and forgot to lock the door. Could you perhaps come in fifteen…” - You started, still drying your eyes with a napkin. When you actually looked at the newcomer, you were visibly caught off guard... Simon hoped it wasn't the bad kind of surprise, but your expression made him sure it wasn't the case. Some of your warmth started to come back as you smiled gently. - “Ghost.” - Was all you whispered. You didn’t need to say much more, because even the endearing tone of your voice made Simon grin sheepishly, his heart doing a backflip in his chest.

“I can come back in fifteen. It’s not a problem.” “Really? I'd appreciate that, you’d be a sweetheart… My day isn’t going too well and I need a bit to pull my shit back together.” - You sighed, rolling your eyes upon going back to the encounter with your ex-boyfriend. He refused to give up, still claiming some fucked up form of ownership over you - the next time he’ll swing by to hit you with his bullshit, you were sure your hand will slip and you’ll slap him… Or worse, kill him or something. You’ve never considered yourself to be a violent person, but Billy was bringing out the worst of you, awakening some dark fucking demons inside you each time he dared to even break... Especially after all he had done. Simon, on the other hand, was enamoured with the nickname - he'd be a fucking sweetheart. Just the nickname alone weakened Simon’s knees, putting a boyish smile on his lips. His brain flashed around three million different scenarios during which you could call him sweetheart too, making his breath hitch a little.

“Mhm.” - Simon hummed as if it was obvious he'd do as you asked, waiting for his voice to regain its footing. Then, he reached out his palm in your direction. - “I’ll take this pretty girl out for a walk if that’s fine with you.” At first, your reaction to the offer wasn't clear - a furrow appeared on your face, looking him up and down with suspicion. All the tension was erased when you snickered, shaking your head. Within the next minute, you were giving Simon Bonnie's leash. Simon didn’t really expect you to comply, but it made him a bit more sure of his footing. You clearly trusted him enough to take care of your dog for fifteen minutes; whatever you thought of him, it had to be positive.

“Look at her. Barely half a year old and she’s already getting all the nice guys to herself. She’ll grow up to be a heartbreaker, mark my words.” - Giving Simon the leash, you walked to the duo to pet Bonnie as well. You’ve pressed a small bag into his palm as well - it was filled to the brim with various dog treats, snacks and small plastic bags for poop.

“Honestly, would you be able to resist these eyes? Just look at the lass.” - The man let slip par his slips, utterly enamoured by your beauty as he kept staring at you. Thankfully, you were too busy kissing the top of Bonnie’s head to notice the way he stared at you. “Hey, Y/N?” “Hm?” “Is there anything I can do for you? Would you wanna… Talk about it, perhaps? It could help you take your mind off things.” - Simon wondered, the question slipping past his lips on its own. You were paying him full attention now, locking your gaze with his. It almost looked like you were internally debating over whether to tell Simon what happened or not, but then you shook your head with one of the sweetest smiles anyone had ever given to him. - “It’s just petty personal bullshit, nothing I can’t deal with on my own. Anyway… You two should go now, you’re disturbing an artist at work.”

There she was - the girl Simon daydreamed about for the last couple of weeks. Even though you didn’t confide in him, his offer clearly made you feel easier. The light was slowly coming back to your eyes, your smile was melting away the ice surrounding his chest, and your warmth was making Simon feel better about himself. You talked to him precisely like you did to Johnny - as if you were the oldest of friends bumping into each other, just chatting about.

“On our merry way, ma’am.” - Simon saluted just to make you laugh. After, he put Bonnie on the ground, making sure the leash is locked onto her collar properly. As he heard you chuckle while he closed the door, he smiled to himself too. - “See you in a bit, you two! Give him hell, Bon Bon!”

As Simon promised, he took Bonnie for a walk around the block of various shops, and Asian restaurants mixed into residential buildings. Because of Bonnie and her curious, friendly nature, Simon was suddenly the target of attention - a 6'3 man with a mask on his face walking around with a 6-month-old puppy of an Austrian shepherd with an enormous lime green ribbon around its neck sure made a lot of head turn around. Even though the duo walked pretty slowly, they still had some time to stop by Grind On, picking up chai latté and baked goods for. When Anne noticed Bonnie resting in Simon's arms, sniffing his baklava happily, she gasped as if he unravelled a secret.

“So that’s how it is! This makes a whole lot of sense.” - Anne murmured with a sheepish smile while working on the order - two chai lattés and a whole selection of baked goods; he knew you'd die for Grind On's croissants, but that couldn't be all you liked, right? Simon's eyebrows raised upon Anne's excitement, waiting for her to explain the mental gymnastics behind whatever she concluded. - “That’s why you’re here so often! That’s just adorable!” “What is?” - Simon deadpanned. “You’re coming here regularly often because you like to watch your girlfriend at work, what a lucky gal. Honestly, Y/N is one of the sweetest people working on the same block as us and she deserves to have a gentleman in her life, she’s got enough letdowns already. Don’t you think you can deceive me, darling, I know this sweet little girl all too well, right, Bonnie?” - Anne explained, gushing over how adorable Bonnie was. Her words caught Simon off guard. He, indeed, loved watching you work. And Anne calling you his girlfriend sounded so heavenly, but…

“She, ugh… Y/N isn’t my… She’s a friend of my friend. I just like this café, s’all.” - Simon uttered against his will, having Anne looking at him with a slight furrow. Her expression slowly grew gentler and gentler, turning into a motherly smile at the end as if she knew something Simon didn’t. It was precisely all the words Simon didn’t say out loud that told Anne everything she needed to know.

"I see. I hope you'll get the courage to tell her soon, then. It's like watching the beginning of a romance movie." - The woman whispered wickedly and winked at the duo. Simon nodded without a word, watching Anne put some extra goods into the paper bag. You deserved a gentleman. You've had enough letdowns in your life. What if Simon was a letdown? What if he wouldn't be what you deserved - what if you wouldn't accept his careful advances in the first place? He's been so into you that he hadn't stopped to think if you could be interested in him... And due to the small number of your interactions, Simon couldn't base his stance on anything. He basically didn't know you, he spent a month gushing about a stranger. He could ask Cassie about you, about what you've been like and what you're looking for... But that would give him away immediately.

As he put Bonnie back onto the ground, he was furrowing, being lost in his thoughts - not for long, though. You've seemingly got your shit together and started working on another order - there was a little boy standing in front of the counter, watching you with his mouth open. "Ghost!" - You exclaimed happily, smiling from ear to ear. Bonnie, as the little she-devil she was, ran to you immediately to totter around your feet. - "Was the walk nice, Bon Bon? I bet it was, yeah? Yeah." - The tone of your voice pitched as you leaned down to greet your dog, letting her lick your chin a few times.

It took just a moment to finish up the flower - the boy paid you 5 pounds for a singular red rose, all the decorations being counted in. "The rose wasn't worth only five quid, was it?" - Simon wondered. "Come on, be a romantic. He was about to ask his crush out, what monster would I be to stand in the way of young love?" "Right. You'll rather go broke." "Exactly, that's the spirit." - You bounced back immediately, pointing at the enormous paper bag in his palm. Without hesitation, Simon gave it to you to let you peek inside. As soon as you noticed all the goods, your expression froze a bit. That had to be worth at least fifty to sixty quid. - "What's that for?" "I asked Anne for three croissants, but as soon as she spotted Bon, she filled it to the brim." "Are you a regular in Grind On?" - You wondered. "Started frequenting it after tasting the chai latté you recommended. Couldn't shake it out of my head, I hadn't tasted anything like that before. Also, Soho is really nice at this time of year."

For a bit, neither of you said a word. Your eyes locked onto one another, your breath hitched and got irregular. Simon noticed that you shivered, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. Only if he'd know how flustered you were - your entire face was flushed, you had to battle the corner of your lips just so you wouldn't smile like a freaking idiot. You couldn't get him out of your head. The mysterious Ghost guy accompanying Cassie's fiancé on the day of their proposal, you couldn't forget how much he didn't belong in the flower shop. The first moment he walked in you knew that he wasn't feeling too good about the place, so you didn't want to intrude by prying information out of him. The warm, intense gaze of his eyes made you smile each time you recalled it. Usually, you'd stop anything you've been doing so you could giggle and fluster; at that point, you had to remind yourself that you were a grown, independent woman - not a crushing high-schooler. You hadn't even seen his face, for fuck's sake. On the other hand... The sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat each time he spoke. When they left the shop, you watched them disappear in the distance for as long as you could, wondering if you'd ever see him again.

As to be expected, you asked Cassie about him the next time you got together for a coffee. You were desperately trying to lure any sort of information out of her, but she didn't budge. She explained that Ghost was particularly vigilant about sharing pieces of his life, keeping his private life very private. The two had known each other for almost a year and there was a lot she didn't know about him - according to her, Cassie didn't believe that Johnny would know that much more than her. What Cassie did know, however, she didn't share out of sheer respect for their friendship. You respected her decision, not prying any further. All she gave you were vague assumptions - that Ghost was in his late twenties, that he'd been born and raised in the UK and that he'd joined the military fairly young. She also asked if you'd like to get his number, but you didn't accept - if Ghost would like you to have his number, he was the one to give it to you.

And now, Ghost was there, with you. Standing in front of you. Bringing you brewing hot chai latté and a horde of baked goods, just like he did before. You couldn't be sure, but you prayed this was his love language - because any guy before him was able to make you flustered by simply looking your way. Trying to act casual about how you stared at him, you cleared your throat and put the bag away with a gracious smile.

"I hope you'll have some with me, then, this would last me a week at least." "I had my share earlier in the afternoon, thank you, though." "Ah, I see." - You whispered, the disappointment clear in your face. At least you thought it had to be. - "What can I do for you? Anything on your mind? Can I tie you a special flower for a special girl? A girlfriend, perhaps?" - You wondered, trying to act professionally about it while you prayed his response would be that there is no girlfriend.

"That's strange." - The man uttered under his breath, chuckling with disbelief. This took you by surprise, making you chuckle as well. - "That's the second time today someone assumed I'm shopping for a girlfriend." "And... Are you?" "No." - Simon deadpanned matter-of-factly. - "There's no girlfriend to shop for." - He explained, making you giddy up a bit. Bonnie was now running around the two of you, laying on her back so you'd pet her - but you were unable to take your eyes off the man. These eyes, man, they were beautiful.

"What are you looking for, then? Would it be bold to assume you're shopping for a flower?" "I actually am." "You're in the right place then, I can walk you through everything you'd need to know about them. What kind of flower are you looking for?" "I'd hope so, you're a florist." - Simon muttered under his breath. First, it came across as a rude comment - when he flickered his eyes at you, you realized he was trying to joke around. Naturally, you grinned and shook your head. - "The windowsill in my flat looks a bit bland, decided it's time to liven it up. The problem is that I'm not a flower guy."

"I'd assume so, you're not the one who studied to get this position." - you reiterated, shooting right back at Simon. You could see the baklava shift on his face, so you assumed he was smiling. "You know what one flower said to the other when it was asking for a chance?" - You mumbled as you started to figure out what would be appropriate for Ghost - you knew he and Johnny were military, and Cassie confided that they often got deployed. It had to be a flower that could go without regular watering for months, but it would also have to be something that wouldn't mold easily. Simon watched you move closer and closer to succulents, caught off guard by the question.

"Come on, Ghost. It's a good one, I promise, don't make me feel like a dud." - You mumbled impatiently when he was silent for far too long. - "You know what one flower said to the other when it was asking for a chance?" "No idea." "Don't worry, love, I'll grow on ya." - You finished with a wicked grin on your face, waiting for Simon to process the joke - as soon as he realized what you just did., the man let out a chuckle. It came across as if he did his best to suppress it, because this joke was one of the corniest he'd heard - the only person with even worse jokes was MacTavish himself. "You're one of these, huh?" "It's a good joke, come on." "Never said it isn't." - Simon muttered quietly, feeling a big smile breaking out on his face, no matter how much he fought it. A cute, beautiful florist with flower puns and one-liners? With each passing second, you were getting better and better, almost too good to be true.

"There she is." - You mumbled, pulling out a small round cacti. - "It's a cactus usually recommended to beginners, so no need to be worried here. This small lady is a part of Echinopsis, a cacti group native to South America. This one is from Argentina specifically, so it prefers warmer temperatures and a lot of sunlight, perfect for a windowsill." "Why did you go for this one specifically?" "Because it's very well known for its dramatic buds. And you strike me as someone who secretly revels in drama." "That was cold." - Ghost rebutted immediately, amusement clearly audible in his voice. "... Also because it prefers sandy soil and can go without water for a fair share of time. As long as you leave it in sunlight and don't let it freeze to death, it should easily wait until you get back from deployment." - You finished, flustering and looking away. It had to be obvious you memorized every last bit of detail about Ghost, no? There wasn't much you'd know about him, but you remembered a thing here and there.

"It's perfect for me, then." - Simon agreed, carefully taking the cactus from your palm to give it a look. He quite liked it, it was very small and cute. - "Were you joking about the buds?" "No, this cactus' buds are enormous and colourful. Haven't met a person who wouldn't like the look of it." "I'll take it, then. Have you heard flowers are capable of kissing, by the way?" "They're what?" - You snickered back as you prepared the cactus for his new home - you'd packed everything Simon might need as someone new to owning a plant. "Yeah, they have Tulips." - Simon added matter-of-factly. At first, you deadpanned at him before you shook your head in disbelief. "And you were judging me for liking flower puns?" "Hadn't ever said I didn't like flower puns. What's the total?"

Without putting any numbers into the register, you put a fancy paper bag in front of Simon. It had everything he might need - fresh soil, a bigger flower pot, a small scapula to help him re-plant the cactus once it grows bigger. "It's on the house." "Not in a million years. What's the total?" "The total is: it's on the house, Ghost. I don't a single dime." "Y/N, come on." "Take it as my way of paying you back for making sure Grind On won't have any baked goods to sell during their afternoon shift." "That's how it is?" - Ghost snickered with amusement. You've been clearly assuming you're the dispute going your way, so you nodded proudly. "That's how it is, sir." "I'll take it as a prepay for the next delivery, then." - Simon informed you as if you didn't have a say in this, earning a gentle smile from you. The light inside your eyes intensified as you looked at the man with adoration, pushing your palms into the pockets of your jeans just so you wouldn't start playing with your fingers excitedly.

"Will you come to see me again?" "Affirmative, ma'am." - The man breathed out, feeling his heartbeat picking up as he realized you'd been excited about him dropping by. "I better look up some military jokes so we can make fun of your occupation too." "Got one to get you going." "I'm listening." - You alluded, leaning closer to Ghost. "Why are there no insects around the base?" "Why aren't the insects there?" "It's a no-fly zone." - Simon finished and after you scoffed, he jokingly saluted, turning around to leave the shop. That was when you called out his name, so he'd halt and look over to you. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you again." - Ghost was searching for any sign of irony in your expression, for anything that would lead him to believe that you weren't being serious with him. But there were none. The man didn't answer, he simply nodded and lowered his head before walking out - something led you to believe that his cheeks turned bright pink under the baklava, but you'd only seen it for a second, so it could be just a hallucination.

[screampied]

vegas babes! i dont think i ever asked you what your self ship headcannons are but im curious <3

KALI LOVE omg self ship headcanons 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙌 i need to find my self ship thing i made a while back but ,,

hmmmm for me and sukuna i headcanon i’m the more cheerful one in the relationship while he’s he grumpy self. i’m rly clingy towards him and i hc that i trace all over his markings w my fingers (esp the ones down there 🌚) i also hc sukuna loves marking me all over w bite marks, he’s soooo possessive over his s/o i feel like 🧎‍♀️

for toji we’d probably be enemies to lovers before getting together 🧎‍♀️i hc with him that i’m always laying on his chest, i just feel like his pecs r so SOFTTTT. he lets me trace over his scar softly. also i kinda hc that he’d hold my hand when i get a tattoo or smth. i love to hc that he just likes to smack my ass for no reason idek man

choso — we’re just soulmates 💔💔💔 me and him are both super shy so we hit it off immediately. i’m more bratty tho and i like to hc choso as very clingy n affectionate. he can’t go days without his daily hugs n kisses he’s such a baby :( AAAAA also i hc i do choso’s hair for him <3 i like leaving his hair mostly down, but i love washing it for him, running my hands through his scalp n everything. i love putting bows in his hair too :’)

[russellsblvd]

F1 Tag Game! Tag some people you'd like to get to know better!

tagged by @presdestigatto (on my main, but i'll do it here since it's more f1-centered) merciii<3

Who is your favorite driver? Charles, but the papaya boys are a close second

Do you have other favorite drivers? From the current grid, except papaya, Yuki and Max and if retired drivers are counted then seb, jenson and kimi

Who is your least favorite driver? aaaa i don't really have a least fav driver they're all slay, maybe nikita mazepin

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well? tbh, both equally, been a tifosa since nando drove for ferrari so im pretty loyal like that, but obv if my fav switched teams i'd root for them too

If you like teams, what teams do you pull for? ferrari (i'm not boring i promise) and mclaren

How long have you been into F1? pffft it's been a long time i can't even recall, but yea it's been a long long time, cause i've been here since the twink generation (seb, jenson, mark, etc)

What got you into F1?: My mom was always into motorsport, around say, schumacher's time? so the world of f1's never been alien to me, but a while back i read the dirty air series by lauren asher and that got me into it deeper

Do you enjoy fanfic/RPF? I'm going to be v honest, i was never much fond of rpfs for some reason, but well idk what changed bec currently i'm writing one myself- (and i've read a few bangers too!)

How do you view new fans? new fans, old fans, all the same to me

Are your friends and family into F1 as well? so like i said, my mom doesn't watch the races avidly anymore but i keep her updated so that's that:) plus i got two of friends into f1 (assertively haha) and now they lovelovelove it!

If you could take over as team principal for any team , who would it be and why? idk what context this is meant to be in, so i'll just say merc, bec god knows toto needs a break rn lmao

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends? Absofuckinglutely. this is the one sport that means world to me, so obv finding moots who're also into f1 is something i look forward too (although i barely have any atm)

aaaaa idk who to tag bec im seriously in a dire need of moots, so if you see this, dont shy away from reblogging!

for now: @flibbertigibbetting @thinkingaboutfilm11

[firsttarotreader]

This man will be the death of me cause what how 💀

https://x.com/franispunk/status/1713173875809190257?s=46&t=0eSLGycQ0QX88wTaUsF36Q

It can’t be by mistake cause we have:

“I can still smell you on me”

“Where do you want me?”

“We can do it wherever you want”

“I can leave a mark, so if you’re into that”

“We can make out”

I’m sure I’m missing some but aaaaa

Too bad they had to use *that* account as the source for the post. 😅

[jez-bez]

Tag game Get To Know Me (if you dare)

I'm not a scary person, I promise, don't worry hehe. Or am I? 👀

I was tagged by the lovely @lilmaemae , here goes babe 💜✨

Do you tidy your bed?

I do! Not always, but yes! Something about coming back to a tidy looking bed makes me more excited to jump into bed than if its untidy. (Though, I'm in bed a lot so, idk... you find the logic in this)

What's your favourite number?

Uhm, I don't have a favorite number? I guess I always like my age until I get to the point half way into the year where I'm like 'ohhh next year I turn xyz year old!' so maybe that's my favorite number? If so, right now it's 25

What is your job?

Right now I work in a grocery store. I have since I was sixteen, to earn my own money, and I never left.

If you could go back to school would you?

Yes. I quit my studies last year due to mental health, but I'd really like to go back and get my bachelor. Not the same studies tho, they changed it drastically when I got to my second year and it's t e r r i b l e now. Also one of the reasons that I quit!

Can you parallel park?

I can! Do I have my license? No.

A job you had that would surprise people

Uhm, well I've really only had the one job but, I've coached kids teams too within my sport?

Do you think aliens are real?

Yeah, I'm positive we're not the only ones out there. Even bacteria on a different planet are already alien.

Can you drive a manual car?

Yes. Again, do I have my license? No.

What's your guilty pleasure?

Uhm... I don't know?

Any phobias?

Spiders, the dark. I can walk at night just fine, but I cannot walk down the stairs into a dark hallway, past dark alley's and other dark space without being scared and having a fight or flight reaction :)

Tattoos

I have 8 tattoos! Mostly tiny ones.

I have:

- A quote: 'to the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered'

- My childhood dog's pawprint

- Quotation marks on my wrist over my veins as in to say 'life'

- A smiley

- A tiny heart

- A paper airplane I got when I was on (my first ever) vacation in Mallorca

- A silhouette of BossNoeul embracing each other (no faces tho cuz I'm not that crazy)

- And a quote that says 'freedom is the oxygen of the soul'

Favorite color?

Sunset orange and sky blue

Favourite type of music?

If I'm to believe my Spotify Wrapped it's mostly Pop, Indie, a little bit of Rock. Idk actually

Do you like puzzles?

No, they break my brain. Make me feel stupid.

Favorite childhood sport?

Korfbal, look it up. I still practice this.

Do you talk to yourself?

No.

Well, yes. Mostly when I do something stupid.

What movie(s) do you adore?

Marvel. Especially movies where the good guy turns bad due to trauma :)

But also feel good movies. They surprise surprise make me feel good.

Coffee or tea?

Tea! I don't drink coffee. At all.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A cashier because growing up my mom was a cashier at our local store.

aaaaa okay so that was me! Interesting questions tho!

Mutuals that I'll tag, don't feel forced to participate! But I'd like to get to know yall better <333

@chaeul @copperstown @misshanbb @paperzombie @misshprint @heerotheshiro

[ethrealprincess]

i got so busy today but here’s some porn for u mommy !!

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https://x.com/baybiegurll/status/1756966342916505873?s=46 - wish it was us, me making u feel good ><

https://x.com/sluttymommygf/status/1756026211606638872?s=46 - wanna make a mess for you :(

https://x.com/xasmodeuss/status/1737641299183124571?s=46 - got so wet watching this n thinking abt u doing this to me :((

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https://x.com/sluttymommygf/status/1739705858789962195?s=46 - btw, my moans sound like this but they’re a bit more high pitched

-🐇

aaaaa i can’t watch it right now but thank you baby!! will watch it later 🫶🏻

[ram-de]

[read] heartsong thoughts vomit (pt. 2)

Oh shit. OH SHIT. I KNEW IT... CHRIS AND TANNER :-(

There's a lot of callbacks to how it was with robbie... Elizabeth is the one accepting robbie first wasn't she? Even before ox does. Letting him help with dinner. It was tradition... Man...

I can understand rico's frustration on holding on to his, resentment because FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT.

My son robbie😭

THIS RITUAL IS BASICALLY DOING DRUGS?? LMAOO

I love my tsundere grumpy uncle gordo hsgshsjsh he's so funny sometimes

I need Kelly's courting story being told in depth in a separate book UGHHH I NEED THE SWOON. Then again it's. It's basically happening again so. HSGZHSJSJHS AREBT THEY'RE THE SWEETEST??? ROBBIE IS SO WHIPPEDDDD like he was

AWWWW THIS IS THE ASININE SWEET robbie....

PEAK FIRST DATE SHSGSJSJ I'M GOING FERAL NOBODY TAKES THEM AWAY FROM ME!

Robbie and mark moments sghsgshsh THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD lots of dynamics explored. Afterall Robbie stayed with Mark during the whole 3 years pack... And they were close!! I think! (I don't remember ravensong I was too consumed by T***** hatred)

Have I said the casual touch/forehead kisses is really. Sweet to see. Like. I LOVE WOLVES!! packpackpack

Hsgsjdjdh see what I say about robbie being glass cannon😭 that's so out of the pocket!! Lmao

FIREFLIES SCENE?? They they pulled the classics... I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

the thought of them yelling without clothes is so😭 fucking werewolves... damn this is the most that Kelly have talked. In one breath. Props to you my love Kelly. TIME R WOLF??? He's. He's cute.

I always loved the sleepover scene... Pile of wolves just slep. THEY'RE SO SOFT...

H,,, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING CARTER?😭 HEGFGSHSUDH HE'S INSANE HSGXBXBDINEKXJDJE WATERSPORTS? DD. S? SDHJD

OX IS A MENACEE DHHSJSJS

Chris and tanner you two have my heart and whole they're so funny dhsgdgshsjd #temahumans

Wait that's true Chris why didn't they call a biologist or someone from the scientific field to like... Examine it, cure it and take away their memories after it's gone...

THIS PACK IS A MENACEE OH LORD I LOVE THEM

DAMN RIGHT ROBBIE YOU ARE GOING TO PROVIDE. Robbie. Wolf wolf. Strong wolf. Wolf provide. packpackpack.

Fucking Thomas benett... His letters to Kelly's future... it's overwhelming with love and adoration I teared up a bit... Fuck me man. he did acknowledge of losing sight of what's important. that's good.

BUT ALSO ITS QUITE CURIOUS WHY HE DIDN'T SEND ANY LETTERS TO MARK'S Partner. Hmm? HMM?? YOU'RE ON THIN ICE. EVEN WORSE. HE ACKNOWLEDGED IT BUT. BARELY DID NOTHING TO GORDO AFTER HE RETURNS? HMM?

Of course you are loved robbie aaaaa :(

Abel Bennett told a pregnant lady to leave??? Because??? He didn't want her to bring trouble for his pack??? Yeah idk maybe the bennetts have always been assholes and hypocrites. Abel and Thomas both.

Timber wolf is cute but isn't it kinda messed up that Carter was attached to him when this wolf has always been a wolf😭 their first meeting... We're not threading the line of beast love are we... idk how book 4 is gonna touch on this lmao (well not as messed up as ox meeting joe with the age gap in book 1 but🐺)

If fucking Thomas Bennett is complicit in all the Abel secrecy and whatnot. His hand is not clean from blood😐 so unfair that he could be messing a lot of things up and die not facing the consequences his family had to endure. Not apologizing to gordo, absolved of his sins (since he's in alpha haven or something appearing in Robbie's dreams) like. Fucking hell I hate thomas bennett

I really miss the presence of Joe's character😔 I think by now he's really delegated into barely present side character, "ox's mate" or "the other alpha". Ox is the one who made all the callings. I... Man. Where is my cheerful and teasing son... He's so. I don't know. So... Bland. An imitation of the original flavor joe...

TIMBER WOLF SHSGSJSJ love u

Oh there he is. Finally the author remembered to utilize Joe as an alpha... JOE:( joe's mirroring thomas kneeling before gordo. The difference is Joe apologized to Robbie while fucking Thomas Bennett just want to use gordo, even then that's after threatening him. Fucking Thomas Bennett.

ok... Wow... joe you were really threading the line on being the next Thomas Bennett. Because I sympathize with robbie... Like I did gordo's. Man... :-(

Man carter really fell in love to a freaking wolf... 😭 and by that I mean literal wolf... Werewolf sure but never shifted to human... ERM...

I can't be immersed in the dramatic scenes when I kept imagining the omega kids and Robert livingstone and michelle just standing there like🧍🏻 waiting for ox to end his speech or robbie to stop crying and like...

Wait WAITTT STOPP PULLING THOSE MARVEL POST-CREDIT SCENES STUNTS AGHHHHHHH ITS NOT A MOVIE GRRRRRRR the epilogue should've been about robbie and Kelly

IT ENDED??? AAAAAAAAA😭😭😭 I think this is the best installment of the series so far... Robbie... Kelly... Like even though I don't like the premise (memory loss) I felt like it handled better than I expected. Tackling issues like what makes someone be if not without their minds and memories. Like... Meeting each member pack, some characters went through a lot of developments which I love love love, depth into Elizabeth grief and motherhood, Jessie and Dominique characters, the townies, rico's antics outside of being comedy relief, though other characters felt more bland? Shallow? (eg. Joe until nearing the end). Packs intimacy is being peak... Kelly is the softest of all because his love is pure and enduring...

I mean it when I say this brought a lot of fresh air and angst-wise it's. Heartsong isn't a neverending emotional torture book like ravensong is. It's such a relief after ravensong. Gordo's grumpy old man antics is endearing with Mark being happy after all of that. What else. Handling of villain may be a bit ??? At times it felt like they're only there when plot needed them to be.

And robbie. Robbie... My love he is everything... It sucks that he had to relive being lost, though it also doubles the impact when he got it all back. I teared up. I... I love heartsong sm....

Fuck me. The letters. Fuck you tj klune... Thomas Bennett is a scum, mayhaps unintentionally manipulative, and lost. He is all but perfect. This has been repeated millionth of times. But damn if the letter didn't. Help me see his, human, side. It's raw. It's a letter from a loving father, a loving husband, a loving brother. I, ugh... It just pours love and adoration and hope... Like how I perceived him in Book 1 before, yeah.

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BROTHERSONG SPOILER I FORGOT TO PUT IT IN THE OTHER POST /////!!!!!!! /! ////////////////////////////

I really want to make write a full-on retrospective or something. But... Man... That's. I feel like I need to re-read it properly to capture the justice of how. How beautiful the story is. Irks aside, annoyment aside, resentment aside, I really love the characters. They're the life of the story, they're dynamics, they're lively, they're humans (or wolfs), and they grow. Reading this has been a journey. Like man, I can't believe I saw how little Joe grow from this (previously traumatized) adorable kid into the all-encompassing, loving and caring man. Or Ox, who went from having only his mother by his side, to Gordo's, to the Bennets, to the Alpha that he is? I... UGH... I feel like it deserve another post. I still haven't read lovesong and feralsong...

WAIT I SHOULD BE WRITING THIS FOR THE BROTHERSONG PSOT FUCK

[hyuckmov]

currently squirming out of excitement when i saw ur wips!!! >< part 2 of all of my faves honestly!!! and that mark one i am quite excited about as well fkkdndn

AAAAAAA I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO ALL OF IT JUST IMAGINING WHAT SCENES COULD BE IN EACH PART 2'S (AS WELL AS SOME SORT OF PREQUEL FOR JUST FOR YOU) IS MAKING ME GIDDY

if you would ever have a taglist for all of your works some time soon I definitely would like to be included <333

but of course do take ur time! happy writing! ^^

AAAAA thanks for sharing your excitement with me :) if you have any ideas or scenes you would want to see do share them w me here hehe it's always good to have extra inspiration <3 i never anticipated writing part 2s but it comforts me to know that people look forward to it and i'll do my best to make sure it's enjoyable when read on its own too

also about the taglist omg sure i'll set up a form or something bc i got asked about this before, i'll put it in my pinned / make a post about it when it's up. thank you for being patient w me!!

[sora-fish]

OH NY GODDDDDDDD IM GONNA PUKE, BUT YES SKETCH LITERALLT THAT. EXACTLY. Bro I might steal that description for something I write……. Teehee :3. It would probably be something with Kat, turning it into something that was Dakotas thought out of grief and wanting something to blame.

DAKOTS DOES HEHSHSHSNSBS S TEEHEE!!! And and……. Dependency :3. It’s frankly toxic but Bell cares for Dakota after the surgery and is so so so nice.. Dakota is so upset and heartbroken about not being able to be a hero again that he wants to cling to something…. Bell offers that shoulder to cry on. Very much saying “it’s ok, it was for the best, you can cry. But it’s for the best”, and Dakota- having no one else to lean on, Leaned on Bell. It’s like is Ghostkicks was toxic but also is Bell literally thought it was for the best. (Wight is the outlier , bro can die and come back, bell is INSNE about that) Vyncent and Dakota men’s do much to me tooooooo…… ughhhhh, and unfortunately Vyncent stays in Belltech BUT I will give you a silly au where Vyncent leaves and they live across from Ashe and Dakota, probably in the same AU where Bell gets to bother them…. Belltech apartment au.

And YEA!!!!! Ashe used technology like mark does!!!! Without the natural electricity though, it’s a little harder but she makes little gadgets and fights like fucking Batman. Dakota though….. with the surgery, it makes it really difficult for him to actually function- like nerve damage and stuff like that. Bell didn’t intended to, but he did end up fucking Dakota up. AAAAA GETTING SHAKEN GRTTING SHAKEN TEEHEE TEEHEE REEHEE

IT WOULD BE AND JT WOJLD VE FUNBY! It would have to be in an AU where he was a little less crazy, but I think the on the same floor would be funny. Dakota and Ashe in one apartment, Vyncent and William in the other one across….. that would be silly :3

Scurries in I’d like to let you know that this,

Part of the Wight & Bell au has me BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS. BELL SENT ASHE TO GO KIDNAP DAKOTA??????? I NEED TO KNOW MORE….. DOES ASHE GET EM???? Anyway the rp is so scrumptious as always <3, I’ve been checking up on it every couple of hours to see what’s been added <3.

EEEEEE IN SO GLAD TOH LIKE IT!!!! HE IS GETTING ASHE TO JIDNAP DAKOTA!!! Basically, Bell saw rhe surgery scar on Dakotas chest during a publicized fight, and it got him interested in want ing to know more about what makes Dakota work. Ashe it really hesitatnt but she can’t really express that because of the trickster!! Basically in this AU, Mark also died so there was no one to discourage the use of the book, so at this point Ashe and the Triskcyer are almost one being. Because of tbat, Ashe doesn’t have total control and can’t stop herself from agreeing with Bell. But at the same time, seeing Dakota.. she cares about him a lot. So instead of kidnapping, she is going to try and make it look like she’s tried to kidnap him, but failed. Over and over again. Dakota nd ashe in this AU make me crazy cause they care so much but are rivals…..

[mxdnightlvers]

Can you do nsfw headcanons of dottore and pantalone with a virgin s/o who's shy and anxious but still want them to be their first?

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dottore and Pantalone with a shy Virgin reader (separate)

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nsfw, mainly sweet sex tho, a bit of cumplay

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Gender neutral reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I’m sorry this took so long 😭 I’ve been busy irl and haven’t gotten a chance to write these past few days. Not to mention that writing takes a while for me so sorry for the late response 🥲 Howeverrrrr this was a very interesting request!!! Especially with these characters aaaaa 10/10 ty anon 🙏🏻 I enjoyed writing this alot.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧�� ❦

He’s so sweet and patient with you. Not like that unnerving fake kindness he shows everyone else, but genuine care and love towards you. So naturally, he would be the same for your first time. However, as much knowledge you have on sex in general, experiencing it for yourself has your heart racing with nervousness and anticipation. You’ve never had anyone see you in such a vulnerable state or even touch you like that. So when he touches the hem of your shirt, he pauses. “If you don’t want to do it, it’s fine. You don’t have to force yourself.” You search his eyes for any trace of faux sympathy but there were none. He was showing his genuine worry for you- showing vulnerability for you. Something that he’d never let the other harbingers see, but for you, he will. It gives you reassurance and you nod, mumbling a quiet, “mhmn, I’m sure.”

Despite your answer he still takes his time with you. However he can’t help but stare at your naked form as you lay beneath him. You’re so perfect- too perfect he simply cannot take his eyes off you. It’s not until you let out a small whine and tilt your head in embarrassment that he snaps out of it. A finger lightly lifting your chin so that he can kiss you, other hand slowly moving up and down your body. Letting you get used to the feeling of his hands all over your body before he spreads your legs. Slowly rubbing his fingers as you moan into the kiss at the newly felt sensation. Waiting for you to start grinding against his fingers before he pushes them inside you.

He takes his time with foreplay, simply ensuring you’re okay. Observing your expressions as he’s slowly pumping his fingers. Fingers curling to hit that one spot that drives you wild. It feels so good. His slender fingers just seem to know you so well despite being the first time he’s touched you like this. It had you shaking with just his fingers, tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes. Seeing as how much you enjoyed it he pulled out and positioned his cock at your hole, waiting for a nod from you before pushing himself inside.

He stays fully sheathed inside you for a few moments. Savoring how tight and warm you feel around him as you pull him closer by his neck. You felt so full and stuffed, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before that it was honestly kinda unnerving. Sure, it felt good but it was so new that you weren’t sure on what to do. Sensing your unease, Pantalone softly kisses your neck, softly reminding you that’ll he stop anytime you wish to. However, as new as it was, you still craved for more. You wanted to feel him more and after all, you trusted Pantalone. Despite his reputation, your relationship was built with trust, so you let him continue.

It doesn’t take him long at all to ease any worries you had. When his cock hits your sweet spot, it’s hard to simply not let go and lose yourself to pleasure. Pantalone holds back a bit, seeing as it’s your first time, he wants to be grounded enough so he can guide and reassure you. Kissing you in intervals. “You’re doing so well yeah?” “You feel so good.” “Don’t worry about anything sweetheart just let yourself go.” Sweet praises as he pounds into you, encouraging you to not hold back. Scratch his back, leave marks, make a mess. Do whatever you’d like because he’ll take care of it all. It is your first time of many but he still aims to make it special for you.

However he’s enjoying it as much as you are, seeing this side of you is simply intoxicating that it has his orgasm approaching rather quickly. Smiling when you give him permission to cum inside you. Feeling his warm seed filling you up and leaking out of your hole. Pantalone eyes glued to the way his cum also stains your thighs. He’d never imagine that you’d look so pretty with his cum leaking out of you but the way his cock twitches, he couldn’t just stop there. With your permission once more, he enters you only to fill you up again.

You’d never thought how embarrassing it’d be after you’re finished. Unable to look at him when he’s cleaning you up. However he finds a way to make you comfortable. Kissing you when he’s finished and telling you how good you did. Covering you up with the blanket and holding you close to him, running his fingers through your hair as you feel yourself drift off to sleep.

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 ❦

He simply establishes a few rules before you two do anything. You are to tell him if anything feels uncomfortable, hurts or if you want to stop and tell him whether to go slow or faster. You must voice your wants to him and he would have no problem going down on you right now. He wants to explore you, discover all your sweet spots, know everything about you, but only if you’re also enjoying it. This simply keeps him from guessing whether or not you’re fine and helps you enjoy your first time. You trusted him enough to even ask to do this and you had full faith in him that he’d take care of you, but simply for yours and his reassurance, he had these rules.

However this doesn’t mean that he won’t be gentle for your first time. He’s not going to just remove your clothes and start immediately pounding into you. No no, he must take care of you. After all it’s also his first time having your entire body for himself. Yes, he wants to make you feel good but he has an entire gem to himself. He simply can’t help but inspect and explore your body. Pressing soft kisses to your neck, waiting to see how you react. Seeing if you like it when he bites your skin lightly or when he uses a little extra force. He’s observing the way your face heats up when he runs his hands over your chest. It’s almost embarrassing the way he touches almost every part of you, either with his lips, tongue or hands.

Of course, he needs to taste you. How can he resist when you’re so wet for him from his touches. Practically drinking you up when he gets the slightest taste of you. Pulling you closer by your thighs, his tongue bringing you to an orgasm but he doesn’t stop tasting you, his saliva coating you as he licks you clean and it’s only until you start squirming against him that he pulls away. With a cheeky grin he leans down to whisper to you, “You taste so- so good darling.” Breath tickling your ear as you grow red from the embarrassment.

You’re so wet and ready for him that by the time he pushes his cock against your hole, he slides in with ease. You take him so well it’s surprising to you both. He doesn’t waste any time in slowly moving seeing that you were quite eager to feel more. Watching the way his cock stretches you out, yet the way you’re so tight around him. Watching how you grab onto his hands as he speeds up. Teeth gritting when your nails dig into his skin. Leaning down to kiss you when he realizes you’re holding your moans back. Shoving his tongue inside you so he can hear the way you moan his name. However he’s giving you enough air so that you’re able to freely tell him what you want.

This man really and truly loves his experiments so obviously he loves experimenting on you. Just in a much much nicer way. Would you like it better if he lifted your legs? Flipped you over and had you on all fours? Or maybe if you were to ride him while he pounds into you? Or maybe you prefer the simple missionary, fucking you slowly- but lovingly. He wants to know it all and he won’t hesitate to try it out. You’re enjoying yourself so much why would he stop now? If you’re going to give him the honor of being your first time then he will not disappoint. Eager to find what makes you wild and he will keep going until you’re tired.

Same as where he cums. Do you look prettier with his cum inside you? Or splattered on your stomach. He has no problem finishing anywhere once you’re okay with it. Guiding your hands over his cock as he cums, lightly biting down on your lips as he does. Your curious hands feeling the cum spurt out the tip and spreading it along his cock. Dottore pulling away, panting heavily but you know he’s not finished. He’s simply waiting for any sort of conformation from you. It’s sort of difficult to answer when he’s staring so intently at you, especially when you’re still so needy for more. Dottore is quick though, when he sees your flustered face he simply buries his into your neck so you have a little more room to answer him.

When you guys are finally finished you’re so tired that you can barely move. He cleans you up pretty quickly and dresses you in his shirt before tucking you in. He slides in next to you and pulls you closer to him. He wants to ask you so many things, but when he sees how exhausted you are he refrains from doing so. Perhaps it can wait until you two wake up. For now he just wants to make sure he’s holding you safely in his arms.

[erwinscrybaby]

𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬; 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧.

reiner braun x f!reader. nsfw. body worship, thigh riding, unprotected sex, sad reiner, canon univers.

note: none but aaaaa this one of my faves.

732 words.

Under your soft touch, Reiner feels like art. A masterpiece; the great creation of the one who creates the human beings. Immaculate face. He has dark bags under his eyes, the result of sleepless nights, and also carries the armored titan marks, lines reaching his cheeks. Used to be a sign of his strength, of his humanity. Something he was proud of—but now just a sad, disgusting remind of how much of a demon he is. Yet when you look at him with careful, lovely eyes, and pass both of your thumbs on his skin, kiss every centimeter of his pitiful marks, Reiner feels a little proud again, way happier than the day he announced he was officially a warrior. The way you look at him is so tender he thinks he doesn’t deserve it—your kisses are passionate, your fingers tracing his jaw, smiling as you comment how his beard is scratching your cheeks. Reiner learnt not to apologize for it: you said you love every sensation his body can make you feel, and it’s the absolute truth. On his lap, bare bodies against each other with admiration, love, further than the everlasting lust, you continue to explore his flesh with your fingertips and mouth. Lips on his neck, digits caressing his nape, his short hair. Reiner feels so good when you briefly massage his shoulders, the tension easing a little. Under your touch, Reiner doesn’t need to think. Just to feel, and it seems he’s reaching some kind of nirvana. You press his biceps, chuckle and play with him. Again, butterfly kisses stroke his skin and he’s glad life gave him this opportunity. Reiner can’t stop himself from pulling you closer, have your chest against his and kiss you deep, slow. His erection pulses, aches when you grind on him; his mind begs for some more as you put his hands on his waist. It takes all his strength not to roughly squeeze your ass and bring you closer, whispering for you to adore him with your cunt around his dick. Your hands are adorable, precious, nails interested in touching his abs. Your gaze is both lustful and cute—he thanks the hard training days—as you slide hands down to his hips, noticing the evident v-line and what’s below. But when he thinks he’s finally getting your palm around his length, you hold his thighs. Murmur something about ride (the poor warrior can’t think properly while you place your legs around his thigh and let him feel how wet you are) and kiss him once more, bucking your hips back and forth on his muscles. Reiner feels like a god. Maybe he’s a minor deity and he’s receiving your love like you’re his Aphrodite; your moans are taking him to Olympus, your saliva mixed to his is divine nectar he can’t get enough. Tastes so good, feels so good. Reiner never wants it to stop. He could live in a loop of you murmuring how handsome he is; he’s about to ask to Ymir to take his life, because it seems the best way to die. Eyes locked on yours, you crying his name as you get yourself off on his thigh. Reiner, your sweet voice says. Your eyelids are heavy and he sees you trying to keep facing his golden orbs, never giving in to the tiredness. Reiner has to touch your waist and make you stop for a while. Here, you smile, a breathy voice whispering you’re his, now and forever. And, for the very first time, you curse—you beg for him to fuck you and his dream of being a Greek god is over. Perhaps the both of you are just devils full of lust for love, lust for love making. It’s almost painful the way he feels you clenching around his length, struggling to take his cock with no prep. But your smirk and pleasured face says it all—you’re feeling completeand so do we. You grab his back, put your face on the crook of his neck and whine his name. Reiner, you say. I love you, he murmurs back, mind so dizzy he can’t even think of the weight of those words. But you said it too, and Reiner finally feels he belongs somewhere: deep inside you, taking care of you as you took care of him with infinite passion.

[tfseeds]

Random TF brainworms

Other TF prompts that have been rattling around in my brain the past year(s), mostly franchise-based:

Slime Rancher 2 - With all the weird future/alien mystery science going on, it's prime free TF-estate. And c'mon, there is NO way Viktor Humphries wouldn't have a way to splice slime DNA for science. A cotton slime-ified Gaius would be so stinking cute.

Speaking of slimes, I was definitely on a slime kick -

Stardew Valley - Basically, story involving getting caught on the wrong end of the witch's temper while cave-delving, and getting a good old fashioned slow-burn curse transforming poor farmer Gaius into a slime. Also plays into my favorite trope of trying to keep the changes hidden - as patches of blue ooze-y spots form around his mid section, he tries to wrap them with cloth to keep it from saturating into his shirt. Plastic wrap is also attempted. Too much clothing is worn during the summer. Hats to cover hair that's more like a jello mold. Close friends who discover the secret using a wheelbarrow to haul the poor unconscious slime-guy home before he puddles all over the Halloween party. Figuring out how to maintain a solid enough form to wear clothes, use tools, etc.

BIG OL FFXIV SHADOWBRINGERS/ENDWALKER SPOILERS BEYOND HERE

FFXIV - Aaaaa there's so much I want to draw and design properly.

The whole light corruption/lightwarden arc of Shadowbringers was absolutely my jam, complete with soul-cracking strain and coughing up light gunk. I'm still not satisfied with my first take on Gaius's lightwarden form. The rough mental concepts: Large and bulky, like Zinogre from MHW. Maybe a semi-quadriped. Hooves on the rear feet. Wings for sure, white mane, gold horns. Blend bull and lion and other creatures.

The thing is I really want to bring a lasting physical representation of the corruption to Gaius's current form. I'm struggling with how to do that. Lots of other WoLs changed their hair white after the events of ShB, but that doesn't fit Gaius. I've been playing with the idea of a glowing scar of some sort, like markings on his neck or maybe chest that he keeps covered. I love using the bandana in his regular fashions and could be a fun way to tie it into his lore.

Throwing in my hella-old Zinogre doodles because I want to capture some of that mid-way feature goodness with Gaius's light corruption.

The whole journey of Shadowbringers is such prime real estate for transformation trauma - budding horns, patches of skin/fur bleaching out, those random soul-crunching episodes as a little more light escapes and furthers the process... All the while having to keep moving forward, despite the quest literally eating him. The other fun part with going sineater is the invisible changes, like a growing craving for aether, and losing the clarity of other senses like physical touch and taste. Gaius's character has always been a boisterous lover of food with a bottomless appetite. It's part of his love language - he makes sure his friends are well fed with snacks and home-made meals. This is something Minfilia/Ryne gets to experience intensely as he does his best to make sure the young girl is well nourished through their travels, and as a way to include her in the family.

There is a whole comic I will probably never get around to drawing, highlighting group meals along their journey - Gaius sharing his travel snacks in Il Mheg, getting her to join them for drinks and a big meal in the Crystarium, forcing a second helping of stew on her in Rak'tika with Runar. But then it comes to a small camp in the Tempest as the Scions overlook the skyline of Amaurot, one last rest before they venture into the final leg of their journey. Ryne is the one who brings a bowl of soup to Gaius, who is sitting apart from the others. The man is already showing extreme lightwarden features which have been spreading since the episode on Mt. Gulg. "I brought you some soup. To keep your strength up," she offers. He turns his one still-blue eye to her and smiles sadly. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry." He wishes he was. He wishes he could still taste anything. He wishes food didn't sit like a rock in his stomach. The look of grief and pity on Ryne's face is obvious.

Just, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. *rolls around in traumatizing-OCs-for-fun brainworms*

I want to tie the whole light corruption in with Gaius's struggle with his Inner Release beast - probably the best and terrible example I could give of what's in my brain is like how Naruto has the fox spirit sealed inside him. Inner Release is a whole other monster or side of Gaius that he harnesses for power, but not without risk of losing himself to it. Like something during the post-ARR banquet breaks it and that's why he takes up Samurai during HW, as a way to learn to control himself with discipline, meditation, and patience. The whole lightwarden thing either corrupts or fuses with his inner release, and maybe he still manifests some features while he's berserking, like vestigial horns and spikes. IDK, still playing around with that. I do think he keeps his hair longer to cover the small gold horns left over from his light corruption, along with whatever other scarring I settle on. Trying to distance himself from the 'beast' is a big long part of Gaius's struggle through FFXIV.

AND AND. I THINK ZENOS GOT TO FIGHT FULL-ON LIGHT INNER RELEASE BEAST GAIUS AT THE VERY END. Where Gaius finally let's himself fully sink into the pit and embrace everything he's kept buried away, that even he is too afraid to acknowledge. Accepting Zenos also includes accepting the entirety of himself, beast and all. Fray would be proud.

[tizen9]

Okay but now we gotta get a funfact about all of those lovely women you just showed off- /lh

They look so cool

More excuses to talk about my OCs?? Don't mind if I do >:)c Madam Ran - She has a crush on Glaz, and is 6'3 (Not including heels)

MC - She owns a night club called "The Bottomless Pit"

Sundancer Rei - Her finger/hands are scarred with burn marks for story r e a s o n s

Seras - She's a demon hunter that specifically hunts demons of great fortune and misfortune

Love - She's kinda technically a zombie

Glaz - The reason her skin looks patchy is because of a disease called vitiligo, she also has heterochromia

I have more OC women that I dont have art of yet and I can't wait to share those with you guys im ljaskdfjlsdfkj Also I love all my OCs and just AAAAA (I'm normal)