#min ooc

[threetrollsandadryad]

If my eponymous homestuck OCs ended up in Gensokyo: Ventos would try to join up with the Grassroots Youkai Network. He might adapt his activities to providing a hideout for weak youkai to stay out of Reimu's way during incidents.

Mauthe would buy wholeheartedly into Biten's LARPing and get kicked off the mountain for proselytizing in her name to Moriya Shrine visitors. Dosime would keep trying to sneak into the underground to hang out with the oni. She would do this even if this version of her was a human and not some form of creature.

Min's desire to learn danmaku so she could acquire ability cards would be thwarted by her reluctance to ever actually throw something. Maybe just follow the actual combatants around and pocket expended projectiles.

[winchester101]

The way Sanji was so jealous that Luffy was giving another cook attention

​Luffy: mm food food food

Sanji: *stomping his foot on the ground* Stop looking at other cooks!!!!!

[outofcontextdanandphil]

Dan and Phil react to Phan Twitter 3 - OUT OF CONTEXT

[seraphiism]

❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐯 ) ;

characters : wriothesley • neuvillette fandom : genshin impact ╰┈ pt i. • pt. ii • pt. iii

↬ wriothesley ࿐ ࿔

wriothesley is far too familiar with getting injured on the job. it's nothing new, not really-- what's work if he doesn't get a little roughened up, anyway? it's certainly not a big deal ( to him, at least ).

he'll admit that some days are worse than others, but he's got too much to do, too much to protect. he can't afford to let anyone take him down. so all in all? he'll be fine. end of story.

you, on the other hand? he's not really sure. he's warned you from time to time that he's bound to run into trouble here and there; the fortress is not a place of innocence, after all, and you are both all too aware of that.

still, that doesn't stop you from mentally combusting every time he walks through the door, cuts and bruises all across his body. unfortunately, tonight is no different, even if his injury ( if anyone can even consider it to be one ) is a small cut on his cheek.

"jail. jail for a thousand years."

it's three in the morning, and yeah, he's a little sleep deprived, so he's not really sure if he heard you correctly. he blinks a few times, brows knit ever so slightly as he tries to register your words.

huh.

he's far more used to a lecture, but he'll take this instead.

"a thousand years?" he grins, though the amusement fades slightly as you use a washcloth to wipe the blood away. "that's a little cruel. seriously, do you think you could survive that long without seeing me?"

"guess we'll see."

he lets out a chuckle, though he sees through your annoyance. it may be a simple cut to him, but to you, it runs deeper and he knows that. he chooses to keep his silence instead of continuing the banter, only watching you carefully as you study him in search of other injuries you may have missed.

"i miss you when i'm gone for a thousand minutes." he leans in, closes that small distance between you two. "don't send me away." he murmurs. "i won't survive."

you don't say anything for a long while, a small sigh escaping through parted lips. it's his unique way of asking for forgiveness; of course you'll grant it. but you're just as stubborn as he is, so you don't quite give him the satisfaction or peace of mind that he expects.

you kiss him for a moment too short, then speak.

"how many hours is a thousand minutes?"

↬ neuvillette ࿐ ࿔

neuvillette is not accustomed to the woes of human emotion. it is a fickle thing, he muses, and the nature of one's heart is a complexity he wishes to understand with ease. he tries, but there are so many variables and constants that even the ludex of fontaine cannot grasp it.

he is, admittedly, always a little doubtful of himself when it comes to such interactions. he is careful in his approach-- certainly not wary, but careful in the means of not causing offense. he is learning with time, after all, and though he has learned much through experience and through you, there is much he still remains naive to.

but this-- this, he understands : the silence that weighs heavy in the air, the lack of words so often spoken when you are together, the way your eyes won't meet his. your gaze is focused elsewhere as you throw all concentration into putting away the antiseptic and spare bandages, carefully organizing the supply kit in the most optimal manner in case of emergency. he is not sure how long you spend rearranging it, but surely it is a means of distraction to distance yourself from your feelings.

"thank you." neuvillette speaks up after a long while, notices how you pause at his gratitude. your body tenses up for the slightest moment, but you are quick to force yourself to relax.

"you're welcome."

he is unsure of how to proceed at this point. it is not often that he gets injured; such occasion is truly rare, but it is not something always in his control. he understands you are worried. he understands that you are afraid, that you might be angry. he wishes to speak, but when he hears that little sniffle, he freezes.

"please, look at me."

you listen. when he looks at you, there is something strange that stirs in his heart-- something so softly devastating at the sight of your sorrow. he hesitates, wonders if he will do the right thing to comfort you.

his hand cups your cheek, thumb wiping away the tear that trails down your face. there is the gentle curve of the lips-- a subtle reassurance, quiet in its nature, but deeply resonant.

"do not waste your tears on me." he tells you, gentle. "i'm alright. so long as the tides continue to turn, i will be here."

he presses a kiss to your forehead, smile growing ever so faintly as your tears continue to fall. it is something that cannot be helped; he knows this more than anyone, this weeping dragon. he pulls you into his arms, and until the tears are no longer shed, he will not let you go.

[rinneverse]

@mydiluc this is dedicated to u bc you put this evil evil thought in my brain. cw for f!reader + daddy kink + creampie :)

the first time you call chifuyu matsuno “daddy,” it takes all of his willpower not to spill his load inside you right then and there.

his hips stutter and his hand, interlocked with yours, squeezes just hard enough that your eyes flutter open to look up at him. they’re foggy with lust, drunk on the taste of him, and if it were humanly possible he thinks that your pupils would be in the shape of hearts with how much adoration swims in your gaze.

he’s breathless as he asks, “what did you say?”

you grow shy, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you look away from him.

chifuyu suddenly stops. his blue eyes narrow as he leans closer to you, chest pressing to yours as the hand holding your hip squeezes gently.

you’re cute flustered, but he wants answers. he asks again, lips brushing yours: “what did you say, princess?”

“f-fuyu…” you whine in embarrassment. when he clicks his tongue, you squirm even more before you relent. “daddy, please.”

“please what?”

chifuyu rocks his hips slightly, keeping you on that precipice of pleasure that draws a hazy fog in your head. the way you grip his cock makes his eyes furrow with pleasure; it’s taking all of his strength just to keep himself from fucking you into the mattress beneath you already.

“need you, daddy. please—fuck me, i was so close, need your cock to fill me up—”

he makes a satisfied noise in the back of his throat at your desperate plea, lips attaching to the column of your neck as he finally pulls out far enough to thrust into you again, long and deep strokes that send you reeling. you keen as your back arches into him, broken sobs of “more, more, daddy, please” tumbling from your lips.

“again, baby. call me that again.” chifuyu murmurs, breath catching as you squeeze deliciously around him.

“daddy, m’ gonna cum…!”

“that’s my girl, taking me so well—fuck—gonna pound you until you’re filled up with my cum. how’s that sound?”

and when you tip over the edge, cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm hits you hard, he falls over with you, hips pressing flush to yours as he cums deep inside you.

as he comes down, his lips press gentle kisses up the slope of your jaw, works his way along your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, until he finally presses them to yours, sweet and loving.

when the pleasure-filled haze in your gaze lessens and you cup his face adoringly, he smiles down at you. he hasn’t pulled out yet, too content wrapped up in the embrace of you to even care how wet and slick you may be together.

“i didn’t know you were into that,” chifuyu hums, pressing a chaste kiss to the palm of your hand. you swipe your thumb across the apple of his cheek slowly.

“i didn’t know either,” you respond, bashful. “it just kind of slipped out.”

he chuckles, pressing his forehead to yours. “well. dunno if you could tell, but i liked it.”

you titter. “i know, baby.”

he nips at your lips playfully, drawing another giggle out of you. “would you be mad at me if i wanted you to say it again?”

you smile coyly. his hands wander your body, gentle caresses that hold the promise of a second round—you know chifuyu, and you know how insatiable he is once he gets started.

“‘course not, daddy,” you purr. “and you promised to fill me up, didn’t you?”

“i did, baby. i promise you’ll get exactly what you want.”

[ruegarding]

we do not have five entire books full of percy's philosophical thoughts for rick to pull this shit. if annabeth was in character, she would be looking at this architecture and consider what she'd do different (and since she's redesigning olympus, she'd maybe also consider if she'd use any designs there). her fatal flaw is hubris and it should be a staple characteristic of hers.

[jeanmoroses]

tsc social media au part eight (mostly the trojans hehe)

haoyu to travis (they’ve watched ponyo like five times together)

the lightly fried fish filet is inspired by a marauders tweet i came across on pinterest that i very unfortunately forgot to save

[ask-jibril-rp]

so much interaction, so little time

@dark-side-of-a-sunset

Diaz: “Lookin’ pretty fine there if i do say so myself lil’ bo peep.”

He smirks.

Jibril blushes intensely, finding himself a little drawn to the other boy. "Yeah, huh...You're not...too bad, yourself," he says, smiling and discreetly flashing his pretty pink nails and pushing up his chest in his cami a bit.

[puckpatti-and-co]

Are you really silly? 🤨

🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[mintypsii]

i wonder how zeff would've reacted to sanji's bounty poster changing to "only alive" and then later to sanji "vinsmoke" (well known former conquerors/royalty of the north blue)

whether sanji's told zeff about germa or not, zeff would be stressed OUT

[count-alucard-tepes]

Me: “let me have your babies!?”

“…if that is what you wish…”:

Kaolan Wongsawat🥊

Adam Dudley😬

Sekibayashi Jun🤼‍♂️

Hassad❤️‍🩹

Muteba Gizenga🪖

Himuro Ryo🤍

Yoroizuka Saw Paing😜

Takamaya Minoru😷

Misasa😎

Takeshi Wakatsuki 💪

Narushima Joji 🍺

Shen Wulong 🔌

Xia Yan🪱

King Rama XIII👑

Nikaido Ren🤩

Rolon Donaire🎖️

Arashiyama Jurota🤼

“Ewww no…get away from me”:

Raian Kure👹

Kiryu Setsuna🥰

Kiozan Takeru🤼‍♂️

Sawada Keizaburo 💅

Long Min🥷

:

Kanoh Agito😁

Inaba Ryo🖤

Retsudo Katahara🕵️

Hatsumi Sen😍

Kureishi Mitsuyo 🦴

[riggedtraps]

❪ so funny how im obsessed with amanda and then as soon as it comes to role-playing her im like...erm..give me a minute guys...i forgot literally everything about her... ❫

[kaisollisto]

i imagine beatrice refuses to wear a cap (especially backwards)

"it's quite frankly unprofessional and tacky." Beatrice grumbles tiredly. Ava waves away her insistence, scoffing, muttering, "who even uses the word tacky." She flattens it on Bea's head careful to tuck the bun underneath the hat. Her hands roam at the back of her neck and Ava blames it on the height difference. She can't tell if she's pinching bea's hair from their positions. Beatrice is sat with her paperwork crooked on the table and Ava hovering above her. "C'mon bea you can take a power nap, i know you're sleepy." Ava nudges her softly, the source of bea's exhaustion weighs on Ava's heart heavily. "Just a tiny one, I'll wake you up in 30 minutes, promise." Beatrice's face twitches, Ava can see her face fluctuating between a range of emotions before she settles on resignation. She relents but not before questioning the validity of the hat. Ava laughs and fixes it so it covers the top of her face, "It's a good disguise, no one will know it's you." She tidies her table up as neat as she can with Beatrice shifting. Beatrice's ears peek out from her head and Ava has to restrain herself from doing something utterly unhinged (like rubbing them softly), "See you in 30 boss."

[jumioxox]

drdttober day four - regret

[yourfavoritetiefling]

Reaaally want to reblog that 'send _ to catch my muse masturbating' meme but honestly, Benny would be so cringe. I don't even think he would act ashamed like....

Like what you're seeing? Wanna join in ;))))

[x-malitae-x]

{ A small baby pink axolotl in a bucket is sent in a black and yellow gift box, there's a small note on it saying}

"To: Malitae

From: Prince Icarus"

{The Axolotl swims around happily}

:D

I need to give this little one a name … Orchid!

A lovely name :)