#ok yeah that would be a little fucked up but if i were a ham i wouldn't be able to feel it would i

[pigswithwings]

what if you were a ham and someone bit into you. that would be pretty fucked up wouldn't it be

thats the rule of the beasts baby if i happen to be on a silver platter i wouldn't blame you at all

[edgeray]

Ray! 🍅 anon here, I said I wasn't going to request but there's one idea I've been really, REALLY itching at.

So you know how you reblogged "cold nights" by beiibeii? Yeah about that... I think I cooked an angst idea of this on a related tangent? (If you choose to write this, ofc)

How about Mother!Reader who is faced with the same scenario of Arle neglecting them to the point that she loses hope in their relationship? Think of the angst when the children constantly remind their Father of important dates but she's away or somehow missing most of them because of work. To the point reader just implies for them to stop trying and accepts the fact that they married Arlecchino but is now simply the Knave's wife? Like even the children can see them losing hope which is why they sometimes lowkey plead with their Father to actually pay more attention to Mother. Mother marrying Father means that Mother is strong but behind their strong facade you can see their sadness! You can feel their loneliness! And their sense of isolation and sorrowful acceptance of their new reality. And Arle does not pick up on the subtle signs until it's Too Late. Like. Reader in the coffin Late.

And as the Knave's wife Reader does need to undertake missions like in "I am Fine in Your Arms" but because reader has lost so much hope in living a wife outside of being the Knave's wife, reader does not make an effort to return alive. The angst of the burial, maybe the children blaming their Father etc. The really young ones aside, I don't think they would be actively angry with their Father, just very, VERY, disappointed. HotH would lose its warmth for a while before Lyney, Lynette and Freminet try their best to build it back (but of course, it never becomes as warm as it used to be)

Whether or not you choose to give this one a happy ending is up to you, but on my end the only happy ending that I cooked up for them is that Arle wakes up in the next Samsara with all these memories of losing Reader and prevents the relationship from going South in the first place. (Bonus points if Reader also has the memories and compares it to how they were treated by Arle previously, makes a comparison, and goes "How I wish this were my Arle" without knowing that it actually IS their Arle, just acknowledging she fucked up BIG time and is now making heavy amends for it. and Arle Knows because of that look that Reader gives her, sorrow and joy in a complex blend.)

...I think by now you can tell that I'm an angst writer too HAHSHHSHA Nobody leaves my fics without getting a knife and I promise it's just for the plot (like we always say).

I've still been keeping up with your writings (Beauty and The Beast actually fits, holy-) (Someone send Siren!Arle a whole farmhouse of ham for her consumption please) and yes I agree that you've been pumping out bangers after bangers. (I mean. Given that, you probably can afford to be a little indulgent? If writing this much quality about your muse doesn't give you the OK to put your hands all over them, abs and all, what does?)

As always, prioritise your sanity and schedule first, stay well rested and hydrated!

Lost Warmth

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N -  Link to my momma's (@beiibeiii) piece right here. If I see you read this before reading the masterpiece I just linked, know that I am a very disappointed axolotl. 😔  Anyways, you might be able to tell just how long this has been sitting in my inbox… haha… my bad guys. T^T. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write more angst. :3 And thank you for the additional comments 🍅 anon. I do have quite a soft spot for siren! arle, seeing that she was my first request (and requested from my momma :3). Wanted this to be a little longer, but I do have to wake up earlier tomorrow, so this is what you get T^T. Hopefully it's still good. Content warnings / info - angst, character death (duh), reader is referred to as ‘Mother’ but is otherwise GN!, 1.4k words

Cold is a feeling you've long gotten used to. Cold is your husband's dismissal of your existence, with every interaction ending with her blunt words and back towards you, leaving you with a crumbling heart. Cold are the long nights as you anxiously wait for Arlecchino's appearance for a candlelit dinner you spent half the day preparing, only for her never to return until you fell to exhaustion on the couch, a flower bouquet that remains unreceived in your hands. Cold is the creeping loneliness in the late hours of the night, when you've finally grown tired of anticipating someone that will never come, and returned to bed alone. Cold is the way you shiver underneath the thickest of blankets, no one's body warmth to sink into, no one's softly whispered words into your ear to drift you to sleep. Cold is when instead of your husband, only dim stars, a bottle of liquor, and the tears that stream your face join you in bed.

When was the last time you had felt warmth? 

You recall when the Knave first started courting you, how gentlemanly she was for such a rumored cruel Harbinger. You were first just a caretaker of the House of the Hearth, this small orphanage which you quickly found to be home for you. You couldn't help but adore the endearing children, watching as you slowly became a staple in this family. Despite your best efforts of hiding it, Arlecchino noticed when you snuck in the occasional pastry or cake from the town's most lavious bakery for the children, out of your own paycheck as well. It was then, your husband admitted, when she first fell for you. It had taken her months of encouragement from her ‘pestering’ children before she asked you out, and it was impossible to not fall for her charm.

How could you not? Not when she held you like you were her world. Not when she viewed you higher than the Tsaritsa herself. Not when her touch was heavenly, her words silky and sweet. When she proposed to you, your heart leapt with levity, and you thought your life was perfect now. A warm house, fitted with warm parents, that was what you had had, you had never felt so content. 

Then came the long nights. Nights when she trudged home later than usual, where she fell asleep without a word but sunk into your arms still. Then she started forgetting, forgetting about the dates and birthdays, and anniversaries more and more. At first, you chalked it up to her demanding Harbinger duties, but as time grew and the excuses started to run out, the perfect life you knew was crumbling. 

You became aware of this two years after your marriage when you had been preparing dinner for the two of you once she arrived home, slow cooking a steak since the early hours of the morning. Just as you exited the kitchen, you heard some children surrounding your husband before she left for another Harbinger meeting, telling her that you had a surprise for her once she came home and how excited you were for her to enjoy a new recipe you created. Your heart swelled with hope and appreciation for your children, especially when Arlecchino promised she would return in time. 

You should have known better.

You ate your tear-ridden steak alone and went to bed, leaving the steak out for her for whenever she returned home. Just like how you fell asleep, you woke up without your husband's presence, and when you arrived at the kitchen, the meat and the note besides the plate were untouched. 

You tried to eat the cold steak for lunch as well. You threw it away at the first bite. That day, you gathered your children, pleading them not to ‘pester’ Father with more reminders, as she was very busy. All that you gained back from the children was pitied expressions, and the agony in your chest worsened. Your children could pity you, but your husband couldn't? Even with your husband's coldness, you still carried out your Mother role, if only for the children. You cannot deny that the children's antics helped you forget the ever-present void inside you, caused by Arlecchino. 

You never learned the reason for Arlecchino's behavior, why she had grown so cold towards you. Now, you suppose, you would never know.  

Red fills your hazy vision as you lay on the ground, your entire body aching and fatigued, desperate gasps for air while your heart pounds in your eardrums. Your side was sliced, and the crimson liquid quickly poured out of the wound while you tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. 

This is your end, you think to yourself as you weakly turn on your side, every nerve in your body protesting against the movement. Your bloodied hand comes into view, your engagement and wedding ring gleaming slightly underneath the blood. The rings bring your thoughts to Arlecchino–oh, how you imagine the common disappointment in her otherwise apathetic expression, disappointment at your mission's failure. Your eyes bubbled and blurred with tears, vivid memories of your wedding flashing through your mind. The wedding ring is beautiful, still polished with that bold scarlet, the same color of her eyes, the same eyes you could never stop drowning in.

Would she even know your absence? Would she ever acknowledge you, treat you properly like her partner even if you did return? You doubt it. Did you want to return a cold bed, to a husband that does not love you, to a house no longer warm? 

It's warm. 

Your body feels like fire courses through your veins as you feel inexplicably hot, yet it's a welcomed heat. It's the first time you've felt this, but it feels familiar, comforting, like a hearth, and you want nothing more than to surrender to it. It soothes your heartbeat and calms your breath, easing your body as if you were to sink into the most plush of beds, swallowed by the thickest of blankets. The warmth coils around you, wrapping you like a cozy embrace, evoking you to sleep. Your eyes flutter shutter, a faint smile plastered on your lips.

It feels just like Peruere's arms. 

— 

Arlecchino receives a letter addressed to her on the third day you've been sent on a mission. The contents make her drop the paper, and she rushes outside, without an additional word, leaving the House. 

The children do not see her until she returns late into the night, a body wrapped in cloth in her arms. Arlecchino raised her children to be smart, to be attentive, to be logical. Whose body it is, they realize with little difficulty. 

The children weep that night. Arlecchino does not. How can she, when her source of emotions is gone? 

The burial takes place soon afterwards. As your body is placed into the ground, Arlecchino can feel the weight of her children's stare on her back. The charged tension between her and the children is palpable without words. She cannot discern which of the two reactions cut deeper. The seething fury underneath the oppressive grief for the young ones, having to lose another parent, or the crushing dismay inhabited by the older ones, specifically the twins and Freminet. 

Their thoughts are clear, even when none of them speak out loud. 

How could you fail Mother?

The House of the Hearth no longer suits the orphanage's name, not with your missing presence. There is no warmth, no matter how much the trio tries to fuel a lost flame. Even with Arlecchin's pyro vision, it is futile.

Arlecchino stands before your gravestone, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hand, and she rests it beside the other bouquets by your grave. Six bouquets in total, for each day after your burial. 

“For all the flowers, I should have given you, my love,” she whispers as she addresses you, glancing up to the heavens. The last two words make her feel like a fraud, undeserving of calling you hers, when she had clearly never shown so. 

Arlecchino, the Knave, the Fatui Harbinger, does not plead, does not beg, does not kneel. However, her knees drop to her dirt, and she grovels. “Please… wait for me one more time, my dear. Once I meet you again, I promise I'll never leave you alone, I'll never let you out of my arms again.”

There is no reply. 

Arlecchino feels cold. 

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 7)

"Better late than never" part 7

Prompt from @cthulhusstepmom <3

Soap and Gaz were sent on a supply run, with lists of things people wanted or were running low on. For Soap, it was nice to get off the base for a little bit and breathe some civilian air even if technically still on the job. Gaz on the other hand was grumpy the whole way to the store, bitching about skipping his training for this.

When they got to the store they decided to split the lists between themselves, so searching for the unnecessary specific things could go faster. Soap got Konig’s list but Garrick also made him take Ghost’s.

“Last time I got him the wrong kind of tea and I swear he is  been drilling a hole in my head with his eyes ever since.” He explained, pushing the list into Soap’s hands. “You probably have it memorized with the frequency you make him his tea.”

Soap chuckled. “Yeah… Yorkshire Gold Black Tea, one and a half teaspoons of sugar, and you are not supposed to take out the tea bag. That dafty’s tea looks like it’s coffee, probably tastes like it too.” He recited not even looking at the list. Gaz looked at him with a knowing smirk. “And God was it a challenge to figure out how he likes it, whenever I asked him he would just ignore me. I had to figure it out myself through trial and error.”

“You are obsessed.”

“I just care about my friends.”

Gaz crossed his arms. “Yeah? What’s my favorite snack?”

“Resees.” Soap mimicked Gaz’s stance.

Gaz softened- Soap did remember.

“And Price likes green onion Lay’s because he is basic, Konig likes chocolate with raisins- which is just ‘ew’, Ghost likes skittles but specifically the tropical ones and if you want to test me I also know Rudy’s and Alejandro’s.” Soap smiled. “I pay attention.”

And that made Gaz feel bad for daunting the Scot, how could he when he was the most fucking caring person on the planet.

“Yeah, ok. Now I know. Won’t doubt you anymore.”

Soap punched him lightly in the chest and walked away to start their shopping.

********

He took care of his things first, then Kónigs. When it came to Ghost he looked at the list and grimaced. There were only two things on the list: tea and cigs. And Soap knew that the lieutenant was missing a whole lot more.

So yeah- Soap grabbed him the tea and the cigarettes but also whole grain bread because he saw him making sandwiches with a toast bread in the morning, which he knew he hated. He got him some good ham because the one always available at the base didn’t even stand next to real meat. He got him some baby carrots since Ghost enjoyed them and then Skittles. If Ghost makes him pay for all of that from his pocket- that’s ok. If Ghost doesn’t know how to ask for things, Soap will figure it out on his own and pay for it in the process.

Soap was heading for the checkout when he saw it- the last one on the shelf, a pure black plushie of a moth man. He went to touch it and- oh, it was so soft that he hugged it immediately. He had to get it. He snatched it and went to pay for everything, Taking the opportunity that Gaz was still searching for things he hid the plushie on the bottom of Ghost’s bag.

*****

When they got back on base Soap and Gaz went their separate ways to deliver the groceries. When he went to open Ghost’s door they were locked- weird. He usually left them open. He knocked and was met with silence.

“Ghost it’s me! Soap!” 

“Our lone wolf went on a mission.”

Price showed up in the corridor and explained, patting Soap on the shoulder when passing.

“Alone?” Soap was already annoyed, he will have a talk with his officer about his way to frequent solo missions.

“You know him, son. Just leave the bag under his doors, no one here hates life enough to take it from here.”

Soap sighed and left the bag.

******

Ghost was exhausted when he came back, it was the middle of the night and all he wanted was to smoke a cig and go lie down. So when he reached his room his already pulsing migraine got even worse. He asked for two things, but under his door was a bag filled to the brim with things. They had to confuse the bags. He took it anyway with an exasperated huff.

He entered his room and tossed the bag on his desk. He stripped down from his gear and got into some comfy, worn-down sweats. 

Everything was fucking killing him, he was sore all over and all he could think of were things he could do better on the mission, everything that he fucked up. He wished he had the balls to go to Soap’s room right now, the sheer presence of the energetic man would calm his screaming mind. But he was a coward, so all he could so is smoke.

Now even that wasn’t available.

He looked at the paper bag on his desk- maybe there were some cigs there. Whoever’s this is, won't mind if one goes missing. Ghost looked inside the bag and was surprised to find his favorite tea and cigs right on top. His brows scrunched in confusion, but then he remembered who got sent on the supply run- Johnny. 

“He really can not just do what I ask for, huh?” He muttered to himself and sat at his desk wanting to check out the contents of the bag, cigarettes forgotten. He couldn't help but smile to himself when he saw skittles- he would never ask for them but of course, Soap knew him better than that.

Ghost went to fish out the baby carrots he noticed, but his hand brushed something soft. He got goosebumps at the unexpected texture. He grabbed it. A very nice, fluffy plushie stared right back at him. ‘A bomb?’ passed his mind but he quickly squashed that thought. It wouldn’t be unusual for Soap to put explosives in weird places, but Ghost believed that he would never threaten him with one of his creations.

He hesitantly caressed the weirdly shaped plushie, he would even say it could look quite disturbing to some people. But for him, the plush’s red eyes were quite amusing. The fur was soft and pleasant to touch, which was new because usually, that kind of fabric made his skin crawl. 

Ghost looked around the room like somehow there were supposed to be people looking at him, judging him. But the only person judging him looked at him from the mirror, Ghost judged Simon for what he was about to do, for his stupid childish desires. Ghost would ignore the plushie, toss it away or give it back to Soap but the plush was for Simon and he knew it. Simon hugged the plush creature.

And ‘oh’ it smelled faintly like Johnny- gunpowder, his grandma's ‘healing’ herbal tincture, and the stupid fucking AXE deodorant. Johnny.

Ghost got into his bed, plushie hugged flush to his chest, nose buried in its fur. He slept peacefully that night.

REALLY enjoyed writing this, hope you all like it all the same <3 I love reading your thoughts on those! I am afraid that in some time the updates will slow down as my winter break will come to end and I will have to focus on my A-levels, but I will try to stay consistent <3 Sorry.

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Stranger Holidays

Some happy holiday Headcannons for our two favorite stranger things boys. To get you through the holidays. Maybe I’ll even do some more for other characters this afternoon. @loving-and-dreaming

Happy Thanksgiving

Steve Harrington

Steve’s own family is… not exactly perfect.

His concept of Thanksgiving was a dry turkey, store bought pie and silent dinners at home just before his parents leave on another trip, and he doesn’t see them again until Christmas.

But then there’s you

You and your large family, and yeah, maybe you don’t get along with all of them, but the house is still full of life and people. And for fuck's sake, better food.

You get so nervous about it too, you and your mom bicker because her and her mom are bickering. The crazy uncle who brings up politics and fights with the very obvious gay emo cousin. The wine aunt who complains that nothing was cooked right, but she only brought napkins, so everyone just rolls their eyes at her.

Steve loves all of it, though, but when he finds you stress hyperventilating in the hall bathroom, he’s quick to pull you into a big hug.

“Going to be alright. It’s just dinner.”

“I know Stevie, but why does it have to be just SO much? It’s like this every year, it's just too much.”

“That’s only because you build up the Holiday to be so important. It’s ok, it's only dinner. Not everything’s going to be perfect, but it will be ok nonetheless. Breathe, breathe babe will get through this I promise.”

And from then on, he would be with you through the whole thing. Holding your hand at the table, standing behind with an arm over your shoulder. Sitting on the arm rest of the couch next to you.

He’ll make sure you always have a filled drink, make sure you get a slice of your favorite pie. And once everyone’s settled down and the turkey is making everyone sleepy, he’ll be cleaning up and loading everything in the car to take you home.

From there, it’s time to cuddle all day Friday and eat only leftovers. No need to do another single thing except be with you

Which is all he ever really wants.

Eddie Munson

Thanksgiving with Eddie is not traditional in any conceivable way. Eddie doesn’t really celebrate Thanksgiving. His uncle always got them some sort of ham or turkey to eat with some canned green beans or some mashed potatoes. Nothing fancy, but it was nice for the two of them.

Now with you, Eddie wants to make it special. He knows you're sad you can’t go visit your family for the holidays, but he wants you to enjoy it nonetheless.

So he works hard, in his tiny little trailer kitchen. Ask Steve and Robin for help on how to make a turkey.

It’s just a small thing, something he was able to scrounge up with some extra money he saved up.

He cooked all the traditional sides he could afford to get, and then put them all in the best-looking containers he owned.

He set the table like one of the classic 1950s posters of a nuclear family enjoying a meal. He’d never been prouder of himself than when he saw your face light up when you saw the table.

“Oh babe, this is perfect. Have you been cooking all day?”

“Actually, I’ve been cooking the last two days, but I would have worked for a week straight to see that smile on your face.”

You smiled and leaped into his arms burying your face in his neck.

You kissed him on the cheek, “I would have loved it even if you had just bought a pizza and some beers.”

“I know, but you deserve the best and that’s what you're going to get.”

He pulled out the kitchen chair for you to sit, he’d light candles on the table. And he'd even reach across it just to hold your hand while you two ate.

“What did I ever do to deserve a boyfriend as perfect as you?”

“Oh please, we both know some cosmic miscommunication occurred for me to end up with a princess like you.”

He laughed, but you'd know you’d never be more thankful for anything more than you were for Eddie.

[vulnonapix1234]

ok I got another au idea

punkflower sleeping beauty au

miles is cursed by the enchanter Miguel to die on the day of his sixteenth birthday, but then spider ham, one of the three fairies that were invited to his first birthday, are able to make it so that he just falls in an eternal slumber until he’s awakened by true loved kiss

I am sorry that i am answering this so late! I had been working on other things and wasn't as active as i wanted to be.

Sleeping beauties aus are fun, especially if the "princess" actually gets to meet the "prince" whilst she sleeps.

I took that concept and kind of twisted it into something that isn't even close to the fairy tale.

I hope that you still like it!

Miles always had been a cursed child.

Or at least, he had been since the celebration of his and his brother's first birthday.

As fate had been, he was born in a set of twins to a queen and a king of an extremely wealthy country.

Normally, this would have promised him a comfortable and luxurious life and the chance to one day rule his lands.

But Fate had different plans.

In the very same moment that he was born, a tragedy happened.

A monster with the wish to make the kingdom he killed the daughter of one of the 13 fairy's that once protected these lands in the hopes of gaining her magical powers.

He had succeeded and for just a moment, he had powers terrible enough to destroy the entire kingdom.

But then, the 13th fairy, the one that created that little girl, found out what happened.

The fairy, once kind and good, was swallowed by rage and in the search for revenge turned into a bloodthirsty monster.

Countless people fell to this righteous anger, as the beast that killed the child had been able to escape.

The fairies' bloody hunt for the murderer continued, as the monster hid from his punishment.

As it was, his father decided to not invite him to the birthday celebration, for he was terrified of what he'd do in his blind rage.

That had been a big mistake.

When the other 12 fairies gave their gifts to the little princes, he appeared in a blood-red mist of hatred and rage.

With a voice of pure venom and agony, he screamed out.

"HOW DARE YOU CELEBRATE THE DAY MY GABRIELA WAS MURDERED ?!"

No matter how much the other fairies tried to calm him down, to make him see reason, he couldn't understand.

He was blinded by his emotions and the feeling of betrayal.

"I will make you feel what it means to lose a child."

This was how he was cursed to die on his 13th Birthday.

The rose-like curse mark on the back of his hand was proof enough.

It was terrifying. Unavoidable. Unfair.

Why was he to pay for something that he had no part in?

But no. It wasn't death that would come for him on his 13th Birthday.

Porker, one of the twelve invited fairies used up all his powers in a try to spare him from his fate.

Mighty as the harvest fairy may be, he could only weaken the spell and doom him to something that wasn't quite death.

An endless slumber that he would only be able to escape with the help of his soulmate.

So yeah. He was fucked.

He often wondered if death would be the Kinder option, instead of just having to wait for his savoir that probably will never come.

____________________________________________________________________________________

Hobie had never had any luck in his life.

As a street rat, no one spared him any kindness or warmth.

He was alone as long as he could remember, with no mother or father or anyone who would keep him safe and warm.

It was always just him, himself, and he.

That was till this... thing started to follow him shortly before his 15th birthday, on the 13th anniversary of the death of that godforsaken fairy child.

A ghost-like being that only he seemed to be able to see, what should have been pretty worrying.

At first, he had tried to ignore it with the hopes that it would just leave him and his sanity alone.

It didn't.

Instead, it looked so sad, or as sad as a flower could look, that Hobie could only comfort it.

This was how he ended up with an otherworldly being as a friend, which wasn't as bad as it first sounded.

Sunny, as its head looked like a Sunflower, was fun to be around.

Whilst he was smart and really silly at times and had a love for art, it also seemed death set on keeping him alive.

Because that was what friends did.

It was also death set on ending that bloody hunt, that this fairy was still doing, as it was the only way for it to stop its misery.

He didn't like how that sounded, because he didn't want to lose his friend, but he still wanted to be as supportive as it was to him.

Even if it meant becoming a Mercenary, becoming friends and accidental leader of a rag-tag group of misfits, going on a wild goose chase for a few years, only to fall in love with the faceless spirit that has been haunting him for years, losing said spirit and getting kissed by a prince.

[bookwyrminspiration]

omg i was anon and it IS orv how'd you guess!! anyways its so incredibly quilcoded you NEED to read it like. yesterday. its so good

firstly!! you would actually rlly adore kim dokja he's a complete fucking loser. picking him up kicking him around like a soccer ball do you catch my drift. he HATES himself he likes reading trashy novels he's concerningly relatable. also you could ship him with anyone if you tried hard enough or he could definitely be aroace if you squint. choice is yours the world is your oyster. also he canonically has a very funny kink that the novel likes to bring up over and over again. like i said. loser

(tbh i think youd also really be partial to yoo joonghyuk or one of the side characters but. idk thats up to you to decide. when you fucking read it)

secondly! the worldbuilding quil you would go HAM on the worldbuilding there's soooo much to explore with the star stream and constellations vs incarnations and its just SOOO insane. ugh i dont wanna spoil a lot but theres just so many different THINGS and it makes me a little bit feral

THIRDLY found family. thats it thats the post. they are all so unbearably lonely and they all find each other and they LOVE EACH OTHER and contrary to kim dokja's opinion they love him too and its just so fucking. ugh. all of their dynamics. (the kids especially get to me they are SO funny and stupid. siblingcoded as fuck)

also would it help if i tell you that there is quite literally no romance in this book! which is kind of unheard of for power fantasy novels! (ok there is like one side couple but its slow burn af and they take forever to get together and theyre rlly cute anyway but i digress)

there's mpreg. will not elaborate but it seems like youd fuck with it

furthermore!! idk the overarching themes......... story inside a story the inherent and unconditional love of a reader for said story reader vs writer vs protagonist OHHH love letter to stories themselves. actually. fuck man the feelings

its rlly stupid sometimes. actual crack. then it kicks you in the balls and makes you feel emotions you never knew you had before

but yeah pls read it!! i will convince you even more if necessary. you need to get in on this before 2025 at the very least bc there is an anime coming out and you have to be able to say you were here before that to assert dominance. anyways

(also WHEN you read it bc you will. pls livetweet in my inbox i love reactions its a fucking ride)

Not only was I right that it was orv, but I was also correct that it was you, Roshan. Though I didn't write that down, so you'll just have to trust me

I do have some understanding of the story beyond this because an irl of mine was reccing it a couple weeks ago, but from that it's also my understanding that learning anything about the story prior will not help me going in. it simply defies explanation and I just gotta read it

I must say though, you do know the right things to say. I LOVE stories about stories I LOVE meta I LOVE love letters to stories! I LOVE worldbuilding I LOVE found family. i LOVE wet rag guys, sopping on the floor pathetic loser men. and no romance!!! that's not to say any romance is bad, it's just nice to have a break sometimes

"there's mpreg. will not elaborate but it seems like youd fuck with it" can. can I confess something real quick. i deadass almost included mpreg in the "keys to get quil to read something." but then I was like no i shant, even though it's true. and then you said it yourself anyway! because it seems like i'd fuck with it! well i DO and I WILL. mpreg is like an automatic read for me. don't worry about that

OKAY okay i will read. where. where do I read it. i've heard of both a manga and a webcomic...maybe..? which should I go with and where should I find it. I am at your command 🫡

(i will probably liveblog instead of directly in ur inbox but maybe i'll do both)

[fairykukla]

Ok, look.

I'm a USAmerican, born and raised in the Midwest.

My father had grown up in a family of 12. He was very explicit that as an adult, he would no longer tolerate food that hid the protein away, like soups, casseroles, pastas, etc. He was also a teacher, in the USA, in the 70s-2000s. So he pretty much demanded a "meat and potatoes" diet on modest budget.

My poor mom defaulted to hambers and French fries most nights. Generally, 5 nights out of 7 we were eating burgers. 1/5 of a pound of ground beef, fried in a pan, and a couple of potatoes peeled, sliced, and fried in oil, then salted. Maybe a side dish of cut carrots, green peppers, or a small salad. (Leaves and carrots.) My father also needs his food to crunch, so those burgers were tiny, crispy hockey pucks.

I'm 100% over it. I've eaten more than a lifetime's worth of fucking burgers.

Then I started developing digestive issues as an adult. (Gee, I wonder why?!?) Once I worked out what my triggers were, I realized that I could no longer tolerate breaded and fried chicken or fish, any commercial seasoning blends, or peppers. Eventually I had to drop tomato sauces, too.

And then I was faced with inelegant choices if I needed fast food. I can't just walk into a Mexican or Chinese restaurant and assume that I can eat the food. I can't get chicken at the drive through. I have to bring my own dressing. I can't eat soup, unless I make it myself. I can't eat 90% of frozen meals. I started to get pretty creative about it, because I can't really afford Sushi all the time. I learned to love Indian food where Peppers aren't a specific ingredient.

Then Covid destroyed my sense of taste and smell.

Oh, I got some of it back, but I cannot even exist in a space where people are cooking garlic or onion. I can't get anything that smells like garlic or onion anywhere near my face, much less consume it. If it still smelled like garlic and onion, I'd be fine, but it's like a literal trash fire to me now.

So guess what I *can* eat?

Motherfucking hamburgers.

Go ahead. Suggest a food. Don't bother suggesting anything with even a trace of alums in it. Skip anything with MSG or free glutimates in large quantity (so no mushrooms, no Parmesan cheese, and no tomato sauces.) this means I'm double damned for all soup bases and salad dressings, btw. Oh, and I no longer have a gallbladder, so I can't do large amounts of fat at one time if you're thinking eggs or cheese.

Roast beef? Only if it hasn't been marinated in anything.

Fish? Sure, but not breaded and fried or seasoned with anything but lemon, salt and pepper. (Not lemon-pepper.)

Pork still tastes... A little off to me, though ham is sorta ok.

Peanut butter? Nope, sorry. Covid stole that from me, too.

So yeah, sometimes I eat burgers. Because I have to. I'd literally rather eat almost anything else. I wish I could eat empanadas, chicken satay, a meatball sub, or a nice salad instead. I haven't been able to eat tacos since the early 2000s. I can't even get a slice of pizza!

it sucks being an American because people from other countries will make fun of you for liking burger and you will try to be like NO! I EAT OTHER FOOD TOO! but you can't get the words out because you're too busy salivating over the idea of burger

[sanguinifex]

So. It turns out having a full dinner before going bar hopping can actually be a bad thing?

Ok normally when I drink I eat salty snacks. I will go ham on cheezits. I will commit misdemeanors for cheezits. But my grandparents were in town and they bought us really good Mexican food and I got carne asada and their marinade was out of this world and anyway I ate a little too much.

So then I go out drinking with one of my brothers and his girlfriend (she is, btw, generally dangerous to drink with bc she likes shots) and I have like 3 beers and a tequila shot right before the 3rd beer. And I’m not eating cheezits or pickles or jerky or anything bc I’m too full. And after that 3rd beer I start feeling kinda off and sad bc I always loose gross motor coordination p quick when I drink bc I’m absolutely failing at playing cornhole. Note: cornhole is like horseshoes but with beanbags so the throwing technique is different. Yes it sounds like a sex act and no texans don’t care. Anyway I gradually start feeling kind of sick and awful and sort of like I’ve got heat stroke except it’s 1 am so it’s like 80 degrees out and dark except for the bar’s fluorescents so I know it’s not actually heatstroke, I just drank too much liquid and my salt levels are low bc they got diluted.

The worst is part is that knowing what’s going on doesn’t actually stop your brain from going into weepy drunk mode and oversharing about your childhood trauma loud enough to clear out the entire bar. (Admittedly, my brother was there for the entirety of said childhood trauma except for the five years when he literally wasn’t born, and he got it worse than me bc our parents thought he was possessed by demons. Fuck Christianity btw and actually Diocletian didn’t persecute them enough. His girlfriend wasn’t, though, and didn’t really deserve to have to hear me go on about that.) And then I get the worst case of hiccups, which slows me down some but doesn’t entirely manage to shut me up, and then the bar closes bc it’s 2 am and they legally have to, and probably none of us should have been driving but mu brother is semi professional BMX so if anyone’s qualified to drive after 2 beers he is (note: I should not drive so much as a safety style kiddie tricycle after 2 beers, let alone after 3 beers, a shot, and acute salt deficiency. The only reason I have legible handwriting even when sober is because of viet cong level torture involving zaner bloser workbooks), so anyway I’m apologizing the entire way home and literally the only reason I’m not crying is bc I can’t breathe properly when I cry so I’ve trained myself not to…

So anyway I get home, realize that I can’t remember when I actually opened the jars of various pickles in my fridge and I really don’t want to risk botulism, and I swear I’ve got an unopened jar of gherkins in my pantry but I can’t find it bc I’m that fucked up, so in a move that would give the FDA apoplexy, I grab my salt canister and pour about a teaspoon under my tongue without even measuring.

So like, you know what you’re supposed to do with diabetics if their sugar gets to low? Yeah. I did that with salt. And it worked about as dramatically.

Sublingual absorption is fast. I got this salt under my tongue. And in about 5 seconds my brain is already clearing a bit but my frenulum is starting to get a chemical burn. Also that was probably slightly too much salt. So I grab a mug and rinse the salt down with water.

15 seconds after that, bc I dissolved most of the salt with the water and bc the human stomach and intestines have special subconscious sensors for how much salt you’ve got in you, I’m my normal happy drunk self thatI usually am after 4 standard drinks. Like, I’m still drunk as fuck, but I love everyone and I text my brother and his girlfriend to tell them I’m ok and send them about 50 heart emojis.

Tl:dr if you’re drinking and you start to feel inexplicably sad, ask your bartender for a spoonful of salt and a water bottle. And if you’re a bartender, keep salt around and offer it to sad drunks.

Also, be smarter than me and order vodka pickle juice after your second drink even if you’re really craving hops.

[dnprenaissance]

x

[charmixpower]

🌊 Aish hairstyles 🌊

Literally oh my fucking god the designers can't think of more than three fucking hairstyles for Aisha, if I never see her with twin puffs again it will be too soon. Put her in a unique fucking hairstyle you assholes. This anger at the complete lack of interesting hair for Aisha is what sparked me to do this series in the first place. Just so I can show how fucking cool her hair could be if they weren't fucking cowards about it. Unsurprisingly this one took me the longest, with all the braids I had to line and color (tho it didn't take as much time as expected), but it was a lot of fun to do. I was easily the most excited to this one for obvious reasons. She looks great. I went a little ham on the gold jewelry but Aisha deserves it ok?? Her hairstyles in the show are so dull, she needs some fun

Side note, Aisha has the second longest hair out of the Winx, longest naturally, but it isn't visible due to how coily Aisha's hair is. My hair goes from barely toucing my shoulders to below my sternum, and my hair is curly as where I draw it Aisha's the 4 range. So yeah, her hair gets like at least 6 inches when straighten, going all the way to her butt. I also challenged myself to style her edges differently with every drawing djsjs which you can probably tell

Anyways on to the individual styles

Classic Aisha: this is the hairstyle I've started to usually draw Aisha in. Sporty and practical meet fun and feminine! I also gave her a nose piercing bc she, Musa, and Tecna have the vibes, and to fit the slight vibe of Andros. Aisha's hair in canon usually looks like it's on the low side of curly, and the reason why is made p clear by the miss magix ep and s8/WOW, so I decided to give her tight coily hair. Btw yeah that's her s2 camping outfit

Twists Aisha: this was my first foray into drawing this hairstyle, I usually draw dreads and box braids in this area, so it doesn't look super good but hey I tried jdnsjs. I wanted to stylized them so I'd didn't spend years trying to finish them, and you can visibly see me give up on that with the next drawing, but I think if I were doing a comic or quick doodles this is what I would go with. Anyways, I did this one because it really makes me think of Aisha athletic nature. Idk they just look super athletic to me, and I gave her a little extra ponytail for the fashion of it. Sporty chic

Mermaid-y: When I first drew these braids with the flat bottoms, they kinda looked like Mermaid tails to me?? So my brain was like, Aisha in her mermaid era <33. So my heart is set on her having this hair during s5, mermaid season, mermaid hair. It's literally perfect. Also I thought this top was super cute. This is where I really went overboard with the gold, but she's in her mermaid era, princess, guardian fairy, and dame. She can have a little (lottle) gold, as a treat. She deserves it, she's been though a lot lately with her family and Nabu being in a COMA. Some fun hair is good for the soul

Date night: light rage. They put Aisha's hair into pigtails for every causal event that happens and it inches across my last nerve like you wouldn't believe. Much like how that uniform outfit ruined one of Musa's hairstyles, pigtails feel ruined for Aisha, but making the. Apart of a braid really lessoned the blow. Half of me wishes I did a head wrap instead, but I can't just not include them. The outfit is super cute tho. She's going on a date!!! Yess!!! So pretty. I'm so happy with her earrings and dress. She and Nabu are gonna go have a picnic together, it's gonna be great

Box braids: I just got my braids taken out this Friday, which was fun (it hurt a lot, especially taking the small ones out ;-;) and I think it's a really good hairstyle for Aisha. I used to think that they'd be super impractical due to being so long, but because they're so heavy they're not actually annoying to deal with at all. They don't move all that much and they don't really get in the way. These would work perfectly for Aisha. Giving her the long hair, and the practicality. Absolute win! Of course I had to go for her outfit from her date with Musa. These kinds of braids always make me think someone has an important event coming up or they're trying to look cute, and a first date is a perfect occasion. I had so much fun with the earrings and braid decorations

Work out: I wanted to go for something simple, less fancy, and that doesn't require braiding, for of her hairstyles to just like her hair be itself and vibe. Here it is in a classic half up half down look, completely unbraided and vibing. Outfit slightly inspired by Serena Williams's entire aesthetic, including the headband. I didn't wanna put her hair over her shoulders, which admittedly looks a little weird but I wanted the high low part to be clear fjsjdnd

Poodle puffs: Personally I think Poodle puffs are really hard to styles, because it's hard to get the size of the puffs right without going too far in either direction. I think I got it right here? I think four is a good number of puffs. This is probably one of my favorite looks, mostly because of how warm and royal it looks. I'm a sucker for shiney jewelry and warm colors. I think this one came out especially well, I love the earrings, and the dress looks really good! I was worried it was gonna look silly but thankfully it doesn't

Bantu knots: She just looks gorgeous here. It adds so much to her orginal red carpet energy. Her hair is now all done up and fancy. Her nose ring also adds to the energy. I really like the earring, despite how lopsided it is lol, but I do wonder if it was a little too much for such a elegant outfit? Idk. Either way I didn't do anything to this look because I love it and she looks amazing. Not thoughts, head empty, bantu knots pretty

Princess Aisha: Hehe this one is probably my favorite out of all the hair. Not the outfit top XD. I don't like poofy European dresses rip. I got to go as fancy as I want!! I feel like Aisha usually tries to stay away from super fancy and complicated one event only hairstyles (which is why she usually goes for protective hairstyles she can wear for a while with low maintenance before needing to change it), but she's making a formal appreances, which means I can loop a gem into her hair. I also got to put big gems on her outfit and earrings which was super fun. This perticualr hairstyle always looked super royal to me and I had to include some proper beads on the look too. They match the gem she's wearing. Extra royal look. Her headgear as a child did something similar, but now that she's older she can just get proper braids put that do what the head gear was doing but better. Also can you tell that I was worried about getting too close to the edge of the page XD

[telestoapologist]

ok strap in i'm gonna go ham a little about these topics. under the cut bc this. uh. got longer than i wanted it to sldfghf

woooo okay yeah, this season has felt. a little bit weird regarding amanda at certain points (the being anti-darkness to the point of not trusting anyone who uses it thing being very specific, but I also don't know of any lore or past seasonal/DLC dialogue that covers how she's previously felt us tampering in it. have we just, never mentioned it to her that we've been using it for a few years now? do we still continue to not open up to her regarding the usage of strand? has Zavala never confided or spoken to her that we've been using it despite their closeness? or just, you know, in general?) like ok, i DO get apprehension because we've encountered enemies in the past who WIELDED the darkness, so it's like, she might not KNOW about it as much as we do, because she's never gotten that chance to cross the threshold like guardians have. she's only seen and experienced what it does in the wrong hands.

so uh, regarding her and crow. I'm actually not overly angry with her about how she's been treating him (especially since she's mentioned she HAS tried disassociating him with his former self, but it's hard). I think it's a rational way of acting considering how stubborn she is, as well as like, how CLOSE she was to cayde, and how forgiving the guy who killed someone who was like family to you is NOT going to be easy, even if he's someone else now. I think if she hadn't flat-out died, over time, she would've come to forgive crow, but not easily or quickly. her establishing that boundary between them and crow going out of his way to respect it after the transparency was incredibly important and good bc he was. uh. kind of forcing himself on her. not out of malice or anything, but because crow is. a needy and emotional guy for understandable reasons, plus that's just, you know, how he is. i get it, people have had to have that conversation with me in the past before and i don't consider them as jerks or horrible people for it, bc they're not, y'know?

crow taking several steps back and hopping into the seat of vengeance again is, honestly, understandable given how he is just full of love and is a passionate guy. sometimes we will repeat mistakes and relapse when facing a crisis or awful situation (i.e Zavala relapsing even though he had a good dose of therapy and reality in Haunted. it's sad, but these things happen a LOT). it's not US that's looking for vengeance, yeah, it's him, and he wants us to help because we're practically his closest friend, but we never openly said "yeah man sure, let's fucking go" like we openly did in forsaken. we KNOW at this point that vengeance is. NOT a good idea in this context, it's why we didn't really avenge rohan in the exact same sense as we did with cayde (that, and, well, we were barely close to rohan). this is where i'm gonna bring in my own personal beef with our guardian hardly ever fucking talking though, because like. it would HELP if we would also be transparent and communicate with other characters instead of only letting our ghost speak or just saying a few things every once and awhile.

personally? I don't know how I feel about amanda panda being res'd. is it possible given her sacrifice? well, yes, and I think it'd be a damn good heart punch considering she's always wanted her family to come back, but instead, it's her? but narratively speaking, idk! if she is, she is, and while she won't be alone, it might be a HUGE hump to get over, and I have no clue how they'd handle it. although if they only make it about her and crow again, i'm gonna be pissed.

Ok I think I've had enough time to like process everything properly.

Amanda dying sucks. For a variety of reasons. It genuinely sad that she won't be around anymore. We lost her, we lost a friend. There's a hole now.

But narratively her death sucks bc of how she was written this season. This entire season I've been annoyed by Amanda. Annoyed by how she was treating crow, annoyed by the fact she's apparently been living under a rock when it comes to the darkness, annoyed by how she's just been acting recently. Season of Defiance lore and story genuinely feels like we've taken a step backwards from where we were. On top of all that, we knew it was coming, we knew she was gonna die, so we had some time to prepare. Even then, her death doesn't really feel impactful? It really feels like it's just something that happened rather then a real hit.

I also just can't get myself to feel angry about it?? Like Crow is rearing up for vengeance Forsaken 2 electric boogaloo style. But it's war??? People die??? What's there to get revenge on??? We didn't "get revenge" for Rohan, we understood it was 1) war and 2) his choice. It's the same situation here. Her death is sad, it sucks. But she chose to sacrifice herself, its war.

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Wonderful Christmas Time

Pairing: Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Words: ~1.6k

Summary: Frank knows he shouldn’t let anything start up with you, but it’s Christmas.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, cream pie, cock warming), neighbor AU, sexually aggressive reader (but Frank’s into it), Mary and Roberta being sneaky, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is my second entry for the always enjoyable happy hoelidays challenge hosted by the lovely @stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @navybrat817. My prompts were Holiday dinner, inconvenient attraction, and “I’m gonna climb you like a Christmas tree”. Writing Frank is such a treat, I really should do it more.

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Frank was gripping his fork so hard he was worried he was going to bend the metal, trying to keep his expression neutral as he watched you laugh lightly at the joke Mary had just told.

When Roberta told him she was going to be inviting another tenant to her little Christmas dinner, he didn’t know what he’d expected. You were the only other person in their little neighborhood that wasn’t traveling to visit family, of course Roberta would invite you so you weren’t all by yourself.

It didn’t help that she’d been trying to get the two of you together pretty much ever since you moved in, recommending him for all the little home repairs of yours that came up and telling you all about Frank’s sweet tooth so every time you baked something you came prancing over to his place in some tiny little sundress and a covered dish that smelled almost as good as you did. Never mind that you were friends with Mary’s old teacher, Bonnie, and that break up had been a spectacular shit show that he definitely didn’t want a repeat of.

But damn, you were so fucking cute. Mary loved you too, especially since you had an extensive library of science fiction and comic books that you were totally willing to let her borrow from whenever she wanted. So now every time she came home with some new book she was also talking about how awesome you were and how Frank should quit being so cranky and just invite you over for dinner already.

He was having trouble coming up with any more good reasons why he should keep putting you off, especially when you leaned over the table to help Roberta clear everything off and gave him a little wink. Mary got up to lend a hand too, kicking Frank under the table until he finally grabbed some of the dishes and followed her into the kitchen.

“Everything was so good Roberta, thank you so much for inviting me.” You grinned at her as you helped put everything into containers while she scrubbed the pots and pans. “Don’t think I’ll need to eat anything else for at least a week.”

“I should be thanking you, honey, that cake was amazing.” Roberta gave Frank a knowing grin when his eyes lingered on you bending over in front of the fridge a little longer than was strictly necessary. “We’re just lucky Frank here didn’t eat the whole damn thing.”

“Well, I’ll just have to send some home with him, then.” You were killing him, squeezing his arm playfully as you moved behind him and huffing out another soft laugh when he just grunted in response. How the hell were you still single? If someone else didn’t snap you up soon he didn’t know what he was going to do with himself. “Oh geez, it’s already 10, I’ve gotta get home.”

“Ok, well take some ham.” Roberta thrust a pile of containers into your arms before turning to Frank. “Be a gentleman and walk her home, Frank. Mary can help me finish up here.”

“Yeah Frank, be a gentleman.” Mary cut him off before he had the chance to protest, giving him a smirk when he grumbled as he took his own armload of leftovers.

The two of them almost shoved you both out the door with a pair of conspiratorial grins, Frank avoiding making eye contact with you as you walked towards your trailer, but failing because of course you wanted to chat with him.

“I didn’t get a chance to thank you for fixing my water pump last week, Frank.” You beamed at him and knocked your hip playfully against his as the two of you walked side by side.

“It was nothing.” He sighed when you drifted close to him again, trying to not be too obvious when he turned his head to sniff your hair. “Your baking is thanks enough.”

“If you say so.” You kicked your gate open and let him move past you to open your front door, still giving him that warm grin that made him feel a little achy in his chest. “But I feel like I still owe a little something, especially during the holidays.”

“No, it’s really fine.” He ducked under some tinsel so he could load the Tupperware into your fridge, trying not to jump when he turned around and you were standing right in front of him. “I… I really don’t mind. I’d do it for anyone.” He lied, he was suddenly very warm.

“You’re adorable.” You bit your lip as you gazed at him, stepping a little closer and chuckling when his breath hitched. “I’m gonna climb you like a Christmas Tree.”

“What?”

The only answer you gave was to literally pounce on him, swallowing his surprised yelp when you smashed your lips to his and wrapped your limbs around him. Frank crashed backwards into your fridge and almost tumbled over your kitchen table before he was able to catch his balance, his surprised whine turning into a deep growl once he came back to himself and slamming you into the wall as he rolled his body against yours.

“Wait… shit, hold on.” Frank screwed his eyes closed as he pulled back, a smile tugging at his lips when you let out a needy little sound and tried to pull him close again. “Should we really be doing this? What about Bonnie?”

“Who?” You leaned forward to suck on his neck and he groaned, his cock aching as it grew even harder while your fingers curled around the back of his head.

“Your friend? My… oh god.” His knees almost buckled when you slid your hands under the collar of his shirt and started to undo his buttons, your fingertips brushing over his nipples and pinching them softly in a way that had his cock jumping in the confines of his jeans. “My ex?”

“Right, Bonnie.” You licked a slow stripe over his throat before bringing your face back to his, brushing your lips over his and purring as you started to undo his belt. “We’re not that close.”

“Oh that’s… mmm, that’s great.” He slid his hands up your thighs and under the hem of your dress while you traced his lips with your tongue, humming at the lovely feeling of your soft skin under his calloused fingertips before dragging your dress over your head. “Fantastic really.”

You moaned agreement into his mouth as his fingers teased over the soaked cotton of your panties, gasping when he pulled them tight against your clit before shoving them to the side at the same time you wrapped your hand around his cock. He hissed when he finally slid inside you, crashing his lips to yours and digging his fingers into your waist as he lost himself in the soft, wet warmth of you wrapped around him.

As soon as he started moving you both whined, your mouths still molded to each other as his hips slowly thrust into you. The feeling of your tight little cunt clenching around him once he finally bottomed out was going to drive him insane, all his self control going into not just slamming into you mindlessly when you let out a soft moan against his lips.

“More, Frank, please.” You wound your arms around his neck and arched your body into his when he ground right against your clit, biting at his lips and groaning when his tongue curled against yours. “I can take it.”

“Fuck, I bet you can.” Frank purred and grinned when you yanked on his hair, giving a singular, vicious drive of his hips that had you keening into his mouth. “Should probably give it to you then, it is Christmas.”

Your pleased laugh turned into a yelp when he finally started pistoning into you, his hands on your waist keeping you in place as he drove his cock into you at a violent pace that made you clench your teeth together. Frank buried his face in your neck and let out a soft grunt against your skin each time his hips met yours, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin in between soft presses of his lips to your throat that were in sharp contrast to the way he was pounding you into the wall but only served to make you melt into him even further as you let go of your control.

He felt your throat vibrate with a small whimper as you started to flutter around him, his lips pulling back from his teeth so he could nip at your throat as you curled your body tighter around him. Your whole body seized when you came apart on his cock, your muscles quivering and releasing wildly as you sobbed into his hair. The feeling of your release soaking his cock had him following right after you, his teeth digging into the edge of your jaw to muffle his shout as he spilled his cum inside you with stuttering jabs of his hips while your sweet cunt milked him for everything he could give you.

As soon as you were both finished you were sagging to the floor, Frank falling backwards to lay down and letting you lean your face against his chest as you both tried to regulate your breathing.

“Merry Christmas, Frank.” You grinned softly when he pressed his lips to the top of your head, nuzzling into his chest hair and purring happily.

“Merry Christmas.” He traced his fingers over your spine lazily as he let his own smile split his face. “Pretty sure those two meddlers back at Roberta’s are gonna say the exact same thing.”

[sailorhyunjinz]

I always wonder how skz would react to an s/o with a LARGE SEX DRIVE SHSBDBS idk like guys r usually super horny but imagine if u were hornier than them HAHA

BRRRAH QUICK REACTION POST!

warnings: mostly dom!skz x gn!reader. impact play, nicknames, hickies, masturbation, exhibitionism, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, sex toys, daddy kink, riding, degradation, dumbification. 

Bangchan: 

The thing is not that he wouldn’t like it,,, more like he would be tired?

Sure,,, he has good stamina but he would more prefer longer sex sessions that are more intimate and romantic rather than a bunch of quickies.

but thats like... 95% of the time, the remaining 5% is dicking you down so hard you won’t be able to walk because “you asked for it, you dumb fuck”

BUT THATS RARE

you would really have to get him worked up in order for that to work

and even then he would only go for maybe 2 rounds

“c-chan... one more time~” you said after cumming for the third time that night. “y/n, arent you sleepy?” he says, chuckling. you shake your head, “just one more time!” you say all giddy to which bangchan sighed. 

Minho:

ok now hear me out, im not gonna mix astrology in here,,, but i am going to mix astrology in here lmao

this boy a scorpio

a scorpio

meaning his intimate parts rule over his body (JUST SAYING TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT)

so he loves this. A LOT

any opportunity to be inside of you he’ll take

he’s hella horny and would like a s/o that matches that aura so HEY! fits perfectly (thats what she said)

show any sign of a sexual act and he wont hesitate to slam you against a table

legit as small as licking a lollipop 

“stop that unless you want my dick in your throat” he says, not even looking up from his phone as the sounds of you sucking a lollipop fills the room. you don’t stop, no, you go even harder. he looks up from his phone. “is that a yes?”

Changbin:

ahh... binnie binnie is head over heals for this

he finds it extremely hot that you initiate the sex most of the time

it shows that you really want him 

and he likes attention and feeling appreciated so this works

also has kind of a firey attitude

meaning that he gets worked up real quick

just like minho it doesnt take much for him to notice your sexual signs

“binnie~ i need you” you whisper in his ear as he’s working on something on his computer. you drag your lips across his neck and nibble on his ear before he turns around and glares at you with dark eyes. “princess/prince wanna play that game huh?”

Hyunjin:

shy to initiate so this makes it easier for him 

his stamina is relativly high

but i feel like there would be kiiind of a gap between the two of you since he’d be completely exhausted after a couple of rounds but you beg for more.

leaving him with no other choice but to give it to you

since he loves you too much to say no ><

i feel like he’d make fun of you for it 

LMAO I DONT KNOW WHY BUT JUST HE’D FIND IT FUNNY THAT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO DESPERATE

“hyunjin,, please!” you says in the nicest tone you could muster but only being mocked by hyunjin copying you in an annoying voice

“HyUnJiiinNn~” you burst into laughter, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “thats what you sound like y/n!!”

but nah most of the time he will take it but always with some playfulness first. 

Jisung:

HORNY TEENAGER JISUNG AGENDA

all the time

no matter where or when

some of yall are about to be real mad at me but it must be said HASHAHAH STOP CHER STOP

he just gives me this hormonal teenager vibe

and so there’s a lot of fucking in a lot of unconventional places

simply because his angel wants it

it even borders to him being even hornier than you but you find joy in that

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve caught him watching porn or masturbating BECAUSE IT HAPPENED OFTEN

and everytime it would lead to heated sex that could last for hours

��h-help me y/n! dont just stand there s-staring” he says, blushing a bit as he openly strokes his dick infront of you. you shrug your shoulders, closing the bedroom door and inching closer to the warm boy.

Felix:

tough one to read... hmmm.... 

honestly he wouldn’t mind

sure he’d be tired 

and therefore he’d rather prefer seeing you ride a dildo or something

because then you’re satisfied and he doesnt have to do much

NOT THAT HE’S LAZY

just that he likes to cuddle and chill more than being inside of you all the time

he’s sensitive which has its pros and cons

pro: easy to get horny

con: easily overstimulated

WHICH SURE you’d find it fun to torture him by keeping him cumming over and over again

but poor boy would be crying in the end

which only added to your horniness OOP

“y/n,, s-stop please im begging you,, ahhgh..” he moans from underneath you, you putting him through his fourth orgasm which is causing him to shake and cry as you didn’t stop riding him. “mhm... but I wanna cum once more, not fair... you can cum so many times but I can’t! be a good boy and shut up, maybe i’ll let you go after this round”

Seungmin:

giving me that same energy that chan has

but this time instead of 95:5 its more like 65:35

meaning 65% romantic puppy that wants to take his time with you, roaming his hands all over your body and really connecting with you

and the other 35% well... more like relentless pounding, all covered in love bites and hand prints (im drooling)

he becomes all hard dom when he’s stressed and soo...

you get him stressed which ok you feel bad about but... he gets to release all his stress (and cum) on you and you get what you want 

DING DING DING! win-win situation!!

so yeah he would like it most of the time especially when you’re stressed and especially when you’re a brat

turning him on by rubbing on his lap but running away the next second

he likes to make you obey rather than you already obeying. 

he was watching tv peacefully when you suddenly plopped down on his lap, starting to squirm about when watching a tv show. he held you down by the waist. “shh stop” he says once with a bitter tone but you didn’t listen, only continuing to move and feeling his member getting harder. “Is d-daddy getting hard?” you coo at him with a mischievous voice to which seungmin sighed, his hands snaking around your upper body and wrapping around your neck, pushing your back against his chest. “little fucker wanna play with daddy”

oml why did this become so aggressive i have a lot of pent up sexual frustration ASHASHS

Jeongin: 

he’d find it really hot in the beginning

but what he didn’t realise was how tiring sex is 

yk teenagers! learning as they go (i like how im talking about this as if im older than him LMAO)

catch his search history being: “is it normal to have sex everyday” 

he’d be sore :(( 

and when he told you that he probably needed to just cuddle he felt bad because he always wanted to please you

but the two of you would find your ways around it

vibrators EHHEHE

especially those remote control ones

he’d just go ham with those I KNOW IT

because just like felix, you’d be satisfied and he could chill for the time being 

beg pretty enough and he’ll give you the real thing

“b-but i need you now jeongin! stop with that fucking controller!!” you try to snatch it out of his hand but fail. “say please” he says, looking at you with sweet brown eyes. “pl-pleaseeee~!” he melts into a puddle of blushes as he speaks “alright but only because you’re a good one” 

HEY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN WRITING!! send in sum more, i’ll make them into short reactions like these because my requests for the “official” reactions is closed (will probably open shortly) but YEEEAH 

thank u anon for your very very smart brain and for requesting HEH >< 

also this is not proof read so ignore any mistakes OOP

[spidernerdsblog]

Hi so I’ve had this idea for awhile. Could you do a Tom Holland x reader but the reader is American and Tom teases her for her American slang as they have totally different meanings in the UK

A/N : Ok I want to make it clear that I’m neither an American nor a Brit so this is completely based on what google offered me about the phrases Brits mostly use. Also I tweaked your request a little, here the reader is learning to adapt to Tom’s British english. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : suggestive themes

When Tom came up with the idea of quarantining together you were all too excited to live with the boys under one roof. But all the excitement faded when you had to practically force them to clean the house, throw out the trash and keep everything organized in the house. You were damn sure the boys have started despising you for bossing them around as you had caught them giving side eyes to Tom on multiple occasions but you did what you had to so that you can continue to live there peacefully.

 Added to that their British sarcasm was another end of the story half of the time you won’t get it and would be clueless. You watched them roll over laughing into fits while Tom explained to you the joke. It made you come to the realization that you need to have a grasp on your boyfriend’s dictionary so you started to observe and make a mental note of all their phrases you were not familiar with.

You, Harry and Harrison were in the kitchen bickering about the ingredients of the soup you were trying to prepare for lunch. 

“You sure this is how we need to prepare this soup? Maybe we should call Sam” you looked at Harry questioningly.

“How hard could it be? Just preheat the oven, pour the whole mixture in a pan then put it in the oven. Bob’s your uncle… your soup is ready” he states proudly

“That’s totally not how it’s done” Harrison disagrees with him.

“But who's Bob?” you ask out of sheer curiosity making both the boys smile at your lack of knowledge of their words.

“Oh it’s nothing just our way of saying voila” Harrison explains it to you.

“Oh I see” you nod in understanding.

“Don’t mind her, she is a few sandwiches short of a picnic” Tom snickers from the back.

“What? How dare you call me dumb Thomas?!” you turn to him visibly offended because in your free time you have been surfing the net and learning new British words and phrases and you know what he meant.

“Oh you know the meaning of that? I’m surprised” Tom raises his eyebrows amused.

“You see, when your boyfriend is a brit you have to start getting accustomed to their vocabulary. But how dare you call me dumb?!” you slap his arm frowning.

“Oww! I’m sorry- I’m sorry I was just taking the piss that’s all”

“Well then it wasn’t funny. I’m just trying to learn, ok?” you cross your arms annoyed.

“Ok darling I’m sorry I won’t make fun of you again, happy now?”

“Yeah kind of” you sized him up skeptically. But little did you know that he would make it a mission to teach you his diction as he started to converse with you in his pure British accent which you thought he had almost forgotten due to the roles he played.

You were in the living room checking your purse if you had taken your debit and credit cards or not while Tom was lounging on the couch scrolling through his phone.

“You are going to the supermarket today, innit?” he questions looking up his phone.

“Yeah why?”

“Don’t bring those ham and tuna sandwiches they’re minging” he scrunches his face in distaste.

“You were the one who wanted them in the first place” you snickered.

“Yeah but they’re really gross, it was a total waste of money” he says disappointed.

“You ready?” Harrison asks coming down the stairs as he was going to drive you to the store.

“Yeah”

“Grab a brolly, it looks like it’s gonna pour” Tom advises squinting his eyes gazing outside the lawn.  

“You can just say umbrella, you know?” you roll your eyes.

“But you only said that you want to learn our vocabulary,” he reasons.

“Yes I said and now I regret it. You yourself don’t say that by the way” you retort annoyed.

“Yes I do”

“No you don’t”

“Ok, ok can we have this discussion some other time? We need to leave now” Harrison interrupts.

“It was he who started in the first place. I didn’t say anything” you complained.

“Ok fine now let’s go” he takes out the car keys and heads to the garage when Tom calls you back. 

“Hey by the way I will be at mum’s place” he informs “when you get back tinkle me in the blower will ya?” your eyes went wide at what Tom just said to you. 

“What the fuck tom?!” you swat his arm with the back of your hand.

“Ow! What was that for?” he rubs his arm with a pained expression.

“You know it very well, why would you say that in front of Haz?” you grit under your teeth.

“What's wrong in asking you to give me a call on my phone after you come back home?” he says in a high pitched voice.

“What?” you gave him a confused look “so by tinkle in the blower you meant to give you a call?” you reassert.

“Yeah what else would I mean?” he scoffs.

“Oh I thought….” you trailed off. Tom actually used that phrase deliberately knowing very well what will come in your mind instantly as a knowing smirk was plastered on his face.

“Oh darling, you really need to take your head out of the gutter” he teased you.

“Shut up! I know you said that just to mess with me” you pestered.

“Well maybe but I love it when you get angry you look extra cute” he pulls your cheek playfully.

“Hmm cute innit?” you narrow your eyes mimicking his accent “how about I don’t tinkle your blower for a month? And by blower I didn’t mean your phone” you smiled and turned to leave.

“What? That’s not fair!” Tom exclaims.

[kuma829]

Wedding Speech＊Strumming Bride Light Translation Chapter Four

Cast: Adonis, Rei, Kaoru, Koga

Author(s): Yuumasu and Akira

Season: Summer

Proofread by: Gelyan

That would be me ♪ I think the real pleasure of karaoke is that you can easily put on a ‘meme’ song

Chapter Four: <A few days later>

Kaoru: (...I called them over to have a little chat, that’s what I said in the ‘Hold Hands’ app, but—)

Koga: ♪~♪~♪

Adonis: …♪ (Hits against the tambourine)

Rei: …♪ (Lightly shakes the maracas)

Kaoru: (What’s happening…? Why am I doing karaoke with everyone?)

Koga: Areee you ready, assholes! We are…

Adonis + Rei: UNDEAD~!

Koga: ….Eeeh? What’s wrong with Hakaze-senpai, is it that hard ta get into~?

ASS~HOLE! Shout like yer life depends on it, put your damn soul into it! We Are…

Kaoru: Ah, UNDEAD~...

Adonis: …

Sakuma-senpai, is this alright?

(Hakaze-senpai doesn’t seem to be having fun… But, what should I do)

Rei: Anything is fine. As long as you,  yourself, enjoy karaoke, it’s all fine.

Adonis: Really…? Is it really ok to have fun without caring about your seniors’ feelings?

Rei: Mhm. If you keep fixating on Kaoru-kun’s every move, he may notice you. Just act natural and let yourself be one with the air.

Adonis: …Understood.

Seems like Oogami’s song is over, next one up is…

Koga: What’s with this fucking stupid song intro? Who put this on?

Rei: That would be me ♪ I think the real pleasure of karaoke is that you can easily put on a ‘meme’ song.

Enjoy the sound of my beautiful singing voice ♪ Here Kaoru-kun, you can have my maracas.

Kaoru: Eh? Me~?

Rei: Kukuku, shake it with all your heart for me, Kaoru-kun… ♪

Kaoru: Yeah, yeah. Boom Shaka Boom~

<Two hours later>

Koga: Ah~ Singing your whole damn heart out is the best way to stop feelin’ like shit!

I’ve been feelin’ like fucking piss for way too long, this stuffs a damn good stress reliever.

Adonis: Oogami, today you were singing different types of songs from all types of rock bands today, weren’t you?

Some of the songs were new to me, I wonder if it was just me being out of the loop when it comes to well-known songs.

Koga: Hm~... Well there were some big named guys, but also some indie guys who performed in side areas.

Adonis: Side areas? How would you go about finding stuff like that…

Koga: Oh, y’kno. Video sharing type sites and social media, rock lovers gather in some places here and there. You can find whatever ya want on the net.

Famous or not~ I try to get a feel for all types of music I’m interested in.

Nothin’ wrong with just listening to artists ya already like~ but…

Rock is a universal language. There's just as many rockers as there are stars in the universe, so it’s sort of dumb to limit yourself, don’t ya think?

Adonis: I see. The number of stars, huh…That’s amazing.

Koga: Extremely super damn cool! Rock n Roll’ ☆

Kaoru: (Koga-kun’s looking like he’s having a lot of fun, huh~ Even Rei-kun just watching them looks like he’s having a good time)

(I missed out on bringing up what I wanted to discuss… I should have laid it on them at the beginning…)

(...But, I’ve still got time. I’ll just tell them now)

Hey, everyone. Wanna go to the coffee shop?

Let’s have a nice little talk as we have some lunch, yeah?

Adonis: No. It’s lunchtime now, but I already have a reservation for all of us.

Follow me, I will take you there.

Kaoru: Eh? Reservation?

<10 minutes later>

Kaoru: (Didn’t even get a chance to catch my breath, but here we are…)

(It’s a buffet-type restaurant that’s focused around meat dishes, it seems to be something Adonis would like)

(After karaoke, it’s meal time huh…)

(What’s this strange feeling in my chest that I can’t put into words? Is it because this is the first time in a while all four of us are spending time together?)

Rei: Kaoru-kun, you’re back.

Kaoru: Aah, hey Rei-kun.

Rei: Alright… Hmm, is that all you got? Aren’t you eating a bit too little?

Kaoru: I’m not the type of guy who likes to stuff my plate full. Makes the food feel more “important,” doesn’t it?

Rei-kun… Ahaha. Of course you just got ham lemons

Rei: Kukuku, it’s because prosciutto is my favourite ♪

Speaking of food, according to Adonis-kun, this place has excellent pancakes.

Kaoru: Isn’t the focus on meat dishes?

Rei: Mhm. Every hour a limited number of pancakes are served, look to how the chefs ring the bell to signal that they’re ready.

Kaoru: Hmm? I’m looking forward to it.

(Why did Rei-kun mention pancakes?)

(Was it because I talked about prosciutto? But even then, it feels a bit forced to suddenly change topics to pancakes)

(Didn’t he say, “According to Adonis-kun?” How did pancakes even come into the conversation to begin with?)

(I think I figured out what all this discomfort is about…)

(I think they’ve noticed something off… Yeah, I think that’s it… During karaoke, it was Koga-kun…)

(But, why? …Maybe they know about the reception…?)

(No, I told Anzu-chan to speak nothing of the reception to the three of them, so that couldn’t be the case)

(She’s not the type of girl to break a promise like that. But other than that…)

(Hm… Nope. Nothing comes to mind)

(If this keeps up, I’ll just ask Rei-kun directly)

Rei: … ♪

Kaoru: (Woah, he’s smiling. That’s the type of face you’d make if you were up to something…)

(And he’s looking right at me… In times like this, no matter what I try to think of, it doesn’t make sense)

(I guess I have no choice, I’ll just be swept along for the journey until they tell me what’s up)

(I feel like an animal trapped in a cage)

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[terezis]

ok actually i do have a little bit more to say about amphibia LOL

one the one hand: gotta give them props for really committing to the bit, like it wasn’t a bad ending and one hundred percent worked for what they wanted to convey. i GET what they are trying to say about escapism and the idea that “you can’t live in a fantasy world forever; at some point you have to face reality” ........

but also i hated it LOL

i would argue that while you can consider marcy’s time in amphibia escapism, it pretty explicitly wasn’t for anne...??? she and sasha didn’t “escape,” they were taken. 

like yeah she had fun but anne spent those five months in amphibia saying how badly she wanted to go home and actively trying to figure out how to do so the whole time. i would not consider that “running away to live out an adventure fantasy” even if she did have a lot of adventures along the way.

also i KNOW the show is trying to say that “family is family no matter the time, distance, or means of separation” but also god i fucking hate the “found family grows apart” trope. family always finds each other... except for when you get permanently separated into two different realities with no chance to see each other ever again!!! ow. the thing about marcy sasha and anne is just salt in the wound tbh

anyways if it were me i would have done the time skip, but ended it with the girls meeting up and going to see the portal that what’s her face built, which after ten years of study is way more energy efficient and ready to be used.* back in amphibia, the townsfolk are unveiling the statue... and then as sprig turns, the portal opens, and you end right there at the beginning of that reunion.

she doesn’t even have to go through the portal. it can be implied! like that part in critical role where keyleth and her momma are reunited. let the viewer’s mind take it from there. boom. girls have both faced reality, coped with big change, and found family finds each other again. there u go

*** i know they said only the stones could power it, but one. the OTHER scientist lady had no problem opening portals to other worlds in HER lab, and two. when anne used her powers to open it, they were under an ENORMOUS amount of pressure and a time crunch, so i think it’d be reasonable for there to be a workaround in more ideal conditions.

also the eleventh hour “btw i forgot to mention there’s a spell that can defeat any enemy but it murders you” deux es machina felt really ham-fisted. like there had to be another way to up the stakes without “murdering your main character and then immediately replacing her with a backup copy of her soul according to the Space Cat but that’s never brought up again”

ANYWAYS THAT’S ALL BYE