#omg this is long h

[thepastneverforgets]

when miguel o'hara screams 'you're a mistake! if you hadnt been bit, your peter parker would still be alive" he might as well be screaming at himself "i'm a mistake! if i hadn't stolen my way into that little girls life, she and her universe would still exist" and that's projecting your trauma onto a teenager and abusing the future generation because you want to control and protect the current status quo 101

will always be fuck miguel o'hara o'clock.

[ballpitwitch]

Keanu Reeves Me and Will (1999)

[isame-allen]

Family issues

[coffee-rack-art]

Missing :(

[7698]

[moon-draws-art]

Day 28 - Shield

Just some normal battle training going on over here

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

[deus-ex-mona]

my five surviving braincells when something remotely good happens:

[sweet-alt-lillacs]

One of the greatest joys of a tall woman is finding a pair of jeans that not only fit appropriately, but come all the way down til they touch the top of you feet.

I am 5'10 AFAB she/they, I have a 35 inch inseam and and 43 inch Foot to Hip Ratio. My legs themselves are 3'6. My legs on their own are the height of an American 1st Grader. I have the average inseam measurement of a man who is 6'7. At least according to bikecommuterhero.com (the only source I could find).

Today, I was at Walmart browsing the clearance rack with very little time. I saw a beautiful pair of dark wash flare jeans in my size for $21. They looked super long so I gave them a chance without trying them on. I got home and they not only came to the tops of my feetz but they also almost hit the ground on the back of my ankle. I would pay $100 for a pair of jeans that made me feel this beautiful.

[vexic929]

1, 4, 5, 9, 11, 16, 22, 27, 31, 38, 43 for Eoland, Yuqi, H. Wells, and Berrie

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Eoland: Eoland Everard Thawne; Eoland is old Greek meaning "dawn", it was also the closest name I could find to Eobard which doesn't have a meaning or origin (I debated keeping her name Eobard for a while but it just didn't feel right), Everard is a traditionally male name that I honestly just thought suited her and rolled off the tongue with Eoland, Thawne because she's a female doppelgänger of Eobard Thawne

Yǔqí: Yǔqí Lǚ-Nguyễn honestly because I liked the name and it suited her lol

H Wells: Harriett Gene Wells; Harriett because it's close to Harrison, Gene because I wanted more of a callback to HG Wells (HG Wells being the author of The Time Machine and Dr. Wells actually turning out to be the time traveling Eobard Thawne is still one of my favorite references), Wells because she's a female doppelgänger of Dr. Harrison Wells, and Dr. H Wells to allude to the fact that while some of Earth-63 is debatably better than Earth-1 she still has to hide that she's a woman to be respected, at least at the beginning of her career

Berrie: Berrie Elizabelle Thawne; Berrie because it sounds like Barry and Eobard's definitely the name your child after your worst enemy type, Elizabelle because it sounds somewhere between normal and weird-future-name like Eobard, and Thawne because her dad is Eobard Thawne lol

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Eoland: her relationship with her parents was distant at best, they had a lot of high expectations that Eoland never quite measured up to, even if they hadn't tried to stop her from pursuing Barbara she probably would have still killed them at some point

Yǔqí: she came from a very strict but loving family that also had high expectations which she chose to completely rebel against as soon as she was out of their house

H Wells: her parents were very supportive of her scientific pursuits, slightly less so of her choice in partner but mainly because they wanted grandkids, they got over it eventually especially after the adoption of Jesse

Berrie: Eobard was a surprisingly good father albeit extremely strict and controlling in some aspects, Berrie still has yet to meet his Earth's Barry Allen so he only knows one of his dads

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Eoland: she had one sister named Reoin who she erased from existence because she was jealous of her achievements

Yǔqí: she has two younger siblings who she adores with all her heart; Trường and Quý

H Wells: has no siblings

Berrie: has no siblings

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Eoland: animals can detect her evil from miles away

Yǔqí: she gets along with most animals but particularly snakes; she loves snake and snakes love her

H Wells: animals like her and she tolerates most of them lol

Berrie: animals love Berrie and Berrie loves animals

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

Eoland: she subsists on Barbara Allen's tears no special diets except that she had to eat a lot to keep up with her speed

Yǔqí: she is lactose intolerant

H Wells: she went vegan for a while in her college years and still prefers plant-based for many of her foods and takes her coffee with oat milk

Berrie: basically has to be constantly eating due to her speedster metabolism and the fact that he's a teenager lol

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

Eoland: lives flash memorabilia

Yǔqí: snake themed accessories and she wears them constantly

H Wells: vintage comic books which she keeps in a special bookcase she designed to keep them pristine

Berrie: key-chains, they get at least one everywhere they go and keep them all on one massive key-ring which is getting quite heavy

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

Eoland: anything that implies the person is below her, usually insulting their intelligence, and she will be a bitch to your face AND behind your back lol

Yǔqí: "con cặc" she'll call anyone and anything a dick in Vietnamese and she doesn't care if you hear her or not

H Wells: "moron", "idiot", "incompetent", depending on how much she hates you you might hear it or she'll just vent about you to her wife lol

Berrie: "dumbass" it's succinct

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Eoland: will never admit to crying about anything ever (is also a little bit of a stone cold bitch anyway but the last reason she cried was Barbara)

Yǔqí: Vietnamese and Chinese dramas, anytime an animal gets hurt or dies irl or in fiction, emotional music, she doesn't cry in public but she's not shy about doing so behind closed doors with people she trusts

H Wells: she tries not to cry openly as she feels it's unprofessional but obviously she's cried quite a bit since being widowed

Berrie: isn't shy about crying but usually only cries when he's overstimulated or otherwise not feeling well

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

Eoland: drinks but can't get drunk, used to be an absolutely pathetic mess when she could get drunk, definitely teasing when other people are drunk or hungover

Yǔqí: social drinker, extra outgoing and giggly when she's drunk, a miserable bitch when she's hungover lol, also the teasing kind

H Wells: drinks on occasion, usually just a glass with dinner with her wife, she's a cuddly mess when drunk and used to constantly gush about Rodriga, now she just gets sad, if one of her employees comes in hungover she'll do some light teasing

Berrie: is not old enough to drink but has had alcohol with mixed results, sometimes it doesn't affect her at all sometimes he's a complete lightweight lol

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Eoland: she's only ever really admired idolized Barbara and the only talents she's really tried and failed repeatedly are the ability to get the girl and socialize lol

Yǔqí:

H Wells: she admires people with emotional intelligence because she's always felt lacking in that area

Berrie:

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Eoland: thinks religious people are stupid

Yǔqí: considers herself spiritual but not religious, doesn't have an opinion on religious people

H Wells: not religious and doesn't personally understand the appeal but doesn't have a problem with religious people

Berrie: not religious but definitely superstitious, thinks it's all silly anyway

[goldenhypen]

NO SHUT UP I JUST FOUND A SHORT STORY I WROTE FOR AN ASSIGNMENT IN GR 11,,,,, TELL ME WHY I WROTE A FANFIC FOR SCHOOL SJDNDJDKDJEB

[truelove-cafe]

waves !! for your ask game (oops this is a lot ..) Affection, Blood, Cope, Feeling, Give, Ideals, Love Language, Type, Unique !!

hi hi hi hello! another long one :D

affection: how do you show your feelings to your darling, if you do? how intense does it get?

i think i show my feelings any way possible, if thats.. if that makes sense. i write love letters, would write a whole novel if they asked. i make or buy gifts, i offer the world on a platter. id get on my knees and treat them like my church, completely holy. id devote all of my time and attention to them, as well. the only person to hear from me would be my darling. i love to serve, whether im a housewife or a butler or simply an employee to boss around; anything they'd like. so id say it gets very intense!

feeling: how does your darling make you feel? where are you at emotionally right now?

please prepare because this is where i become slightly more down bad and slightly more pathetic /silly

my darling makes me feel.. very hopeful. upbeat, light, excited. its almost overwhelming, and sometimes i start hyperventilating because of how worked up i am. sometimes i feel lost, though, because i dont know if im doing the right thing or if i dont understand whats actually happening. the last thing i want to do is upset my darling, and if i dont understand where everythings headed, if im on the right track, all of that.. i will explode /silly,,, and where im at right now? im so crazy, i think that im quite obsessed, more than id like to admit. i cant take my mind off of them, i sit and wait for them a lot of the time. im patiently waiting for cues and signs, as im both too nervous for initiative and i like to consider their feelings over mine

give: imagine you are getting interviewed by your darling or potential darling to be their beloved. how would your “application” be like, what can you offer them?

cough cough.. hello, mic on? anyways. ive never been in an interview, but i sure can try!

i can offer you my world, darling. i know that sounds like empty words, but i will prove it to you. my heart is already in your hands, my mind is already full of you. how easy it would be to give you my body, my soul, my life. if you're afraid of having to put in extra effort, ill do everything myself even! ill offer my services. call upon me any time, i will wait. i will never leave your side — sleep when you sleep, eat when you eat, write you letters or add to my collection of information youve given while you're busy or with your friends. i will not take up a big spot in your life if you would prefer, mi amor, or if you want i will be all-consuming. you will never have to face a hardship without my help, always. if you dont believe me, why dont you hire me!! /silly

ideals: what would your ideal future or end game with your darling be like?

hmmm, i think that truly depends on what my darling wants — if theyd like to live a country apart, sending snail mail and packages to each other, i can accept that in time. if they want me to drive to see them occasionally, spend a weekend with each other before parting again, that is also lovely. as long as i have contact with them, i will retain sanity. however.. i would love to live with or near my darling, see them all the time. spoil them with gifts, show up on their doorstep.. be allowed to stalk and sweetly keep an eye on them in person. the thought by itself is actually so exciting shdnsndb

love language: what are your giving and receiving love languages? how does this apply to your darling?

my giving love languages are namely quality time and gift giving. however when it comes to my darling, i give every kind of love. words of affirmation becomes especially important when i give to my darling, because while naturally im an awkward speaker, i love to endlessly praise and adore them. "its impossible to tell them how much i love them, but ill keep trying!" kind of mood!! acts of service is another that becomes important, im sure that's easily gathered from my other answers!! but when it comes to receiving, i like quality time the most, i think. i dont ask for much on a regular basis, but when it comes to my beloved ill ask for even less, even if i want more. does that make sense? anything im given i will rejoice in, but i love attention and words of affirmation sososososoooo much

unique: what kind of yandere tendencies do you have?

well.. thats a surprisingly difficult question, because i think that i have a lot of the typical tendencies! i stalk, i obsess, i ruminate and think of kidnapping or stealing my darling away from the world, even if i never would. im not violent, but i do get overwhelmingly jealous and possessive; ill fight with somebody if i have to. i will "take care of somebody," even if it doesnt mean.. killing them, you know? i think im gentler than most yans are portrayed (at least in media), but i dont think that im the typical cute girl that has a dark murderous side. im not very two faced, im outright. i dont like to manipulate, either, though i will if im allowed to, in very small ways that arent noticeable. does this make sense..

ALSO as you saw, i answered blood, cope, and type in the other one <3

[sunkisskim]

https://x.com/sjydaiiy/status/1813577236567769118?s=46

KAY AJABSJSNSNSBWISSHSB

um.... what happened to hi? hello? how are you? 😃😃

IS HE INSANE??????? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. LIKE SIR, I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLIDER I WILL FOLD AND QUICK AS FUCK AT THAT. 😃😃

AHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE MAN YOU ARE SIM JAEYUN....

[7698]

[deus-ex-mona]

the cheese is unreal

[thatskindasapphic]

Just got called masculine everyone shut up I'm in butch heaven

[screampied]

Omg hi can I request like a loving, cozy, domestic pronebone with Suguru?? Like he’s just like “shh be quiet Satoru is in the room next door we can’t wake him up” while pressing adoring kisses to the back of your neck omg😵‍💫

trying to keep quiet with suguru ★

cw. fem! reader, prone bone, unprotected, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise

“. . . shhhh,” he’d shush against the corner of your ear, presenting you deep low strokes. a winded gasp wretches from your throat as a palm of geto’s glues against your mouth. he’s so deep, a free hand of his ghosts against the backsides of your spine. an eye roll overtakes your pupils as he’s giving you such righteous hits against your yawning core. geto’s weight just narrowly hovers over you as he’s pressed right up against you, spit slicked lips of yours gnaw and gnash together before you whine again. “gotta be quiet sweetheart. unless you want ‘toru to hear us. you want him to hear how sloppy you are f’me, hm?”

craning your head slowly, you shake a sweet little no and he chuckles, a kiss going against the crown of your head. “so cute,” he purrs in a husky tone, a hand of his gripping against the very edges of your arced hips. fingertips of his dance alongside the very curvature of your body — he takes pride in the way your body responds to him. you’re flinging back and forth, forward against the screeching mattress. geto’s skin, coated with a sweetened sheet of sweat sticks against your own m with each ruthless thrust. “ugh, h-hey, are you licking my palm? mhm, such a filthy girl.”

you were,

with the flatness of your tongue, it lathers against the very center of geto’s palm — tasting the insipid areas of his hand. it follows the creasing flexion lines that runs against his skin.

not before long, you dig your teeth into his hand as your muffled moans vibrate against his luscious tasting flesh. “ah, let me guess. you wanna suck on my fingers too, baby?”

“mmf, y- yes,” you whine as he momentarily departs his hand away. a nice trail of spit looks almost adhesive, its stickiness pastes against his hand as he pries his hand away from your wet mouth. geto’s sharpened hips still deeply drilling into you in the background. your loving hole flutters as you’re just vigorously being pounded beneath the sheets, each wheezing gasp that snatches from your lungs feels like it’s going to be its last. “pleaseee.”

“my pretty girl,” he whispers, the head of his cock never refusing to hit the right angle. with an easy direction of his fingers attaching to your hips, he makes you raise your torso upward to reach more bottomless areas. oh, your mouth forms into the letter ‘o’ at the way he’s stuffing you full of shaft. it’s almost mouth watering,

it is mouth watering.

as you bury your head into the crook of your elbow, geto leans in to place a few kisses near the indenting lines of your back. “look at this gorgeous body,” he purrs, his hips ultimately slowing its maddened pace down — yet despite his tempo suddenly losing its quickened haste, geto’s chest deflates. as he’s leaning up closer to you, his ravened locks of his dance graze up your shoulders as he moves.

back and forth, back and forth,

his rhythm was purely enticing. your jaw aches a bit from how it’s just idly hanging open before he showers you with more delicate kisses.

this time near your neck.

geto’s slow and precise. he starts by your nape, a tongue gradually rolling out to get a taste of your saline, salty skin.

“can never get enough of your taste, fuck,” he murmurs, you’re still plugged in with a good amount of his dick. geto’s so full, swollen rotund balls of his continues to cuff and cuff and cuff against your slick pussy. your ears knell from the never ending paps your own arousal sings as a response. “open wide, baby. get my fingers wet.”

not even seconds later, your lips happily part in preparation for geto to stuff his thickened fingers into your drooling mouth. he grins, already telling how eager you were—milliseconds leisurely passes by and you’re already relishing in the taste of two of his digits curling inside of your mouth.

“thaaat’s it, get it wet ‘cause i want a taste too when you’re done.”

your long lashes flutter against your own eyes as geto starts to pick up his pace again. his other hand still grips onto your waist as he feels your ass writhe against him. fuck, he’s getting closer and closer by the second. geto groans from how you stick against him — he’s already given you a sweet velvety load already. obsidian-black irises of his leer down at the lewd scene at bay. you’re trying to keep up with his pace, but his girth. the wide end stretch alone has you hearing plethora amounts of fuzz pour out of your ears. “s-shit, you’re so perfect arched over for me, sweets..”

with a tongue still lolling around, you merely prevent yourself from gagging once you feel the tips of his digits prod against the very roof of your mouth. just a few inches away from your uvula, a sheeny trail of saliva starts to dribble down your chin before he leans in to kiss you more against your neck.

geto even creates a little trail of kisses . .

numerous times, the warmth of his lips makes your cunt twitch up in total desperation.

trying your best to stay quiet, a loud roaring whimper tugs out of your throat at the head of his cock thwacks repeatedly against your g-spot. you gasp, two fingers of his falling out of your mouth before you’re just pornographically moaning again and again. “f- fuck, right there sugu. hngh.”

“this spot, yeah i know pretty,” and he’s heaving right with you. the undersides of the bed resumes to grate and screech in harmony. he pauses for a bit, popping his own two wet fingers into his mouth. he hums at your taste, relishing in it entirely. so sweet. as geto’s body lingers over you, your ass continuously rebounds against his. a sharp throaty rasp slides out of his lips and he hisses. “gonna cum, f-fuck, ‘m gonna stuff you so full again.”

“i- inside, sugu,” you whine as he gently delves his teeth into the left juncture of your collarbone. it was all exposed—he couldn’t help but leave a little piercing mark from his pearly white canines. geto loves getting carried away and smothers your entire skin with his own homemade moist, needy kisses. airy hot breath collides against your skin, sending you various shivers before you feel your pussy throb. it’s throbbing only divides and multiplies. he hits you in every angle, the curve of his dick ruptures through you and you moan as you feel the arch in your back perk upward. “don’t miss, wan’ it s’bad, want you.”

“i want you too,” he huffs, though with a deep voice — his voice sounds a bit shaky, a bit needy..

maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but you were almost positive geto just whined for you. you had him so sensitive, his jaw tightens as he continues to ram his fat cock into your compressing, dense walls.

the bed’s sobbing from the hefty weight wringing against the furniture. the same creaking sensations reverbs throughout your ears and the room itself before within seconds. he’s dumping yet another oozy load into you.

with a sleazy wry grin, geto toots your hips up and he starts to grind against you.

your head’s pressing against the silky reddened crimson sheets before you grow quiet. huffs and puffs were the only noises that could be heard, as well as geto’s whimpering that subsides as he starts to finish his longing high. “god, you always know how to m-milk the shit out of me,” he hoarsely titters, wrapping a good amount of fingers around his twitching shaft. geto fists his cock as he’s still gushing a sizable portion of cum into your rapacious hole. still being a tease, you rub up against his lap as you’re still bent over, feeling his hands trail against the very curvature areas your ass. “huh, want more, do ya?”

“don’t stop, sugu,” you mewl out in a desperate plea, craving for more of his seed. it trickles down between your thighs, leaving you so sticky, a mess.

his mess,

geto can’t help but smear the fat of his thumb over your emitting entrance. the print of his finger ghosts against your gooey slit.

the gooey warm cum that streams down and outside your slit makes him groan. “i’ll never stop, baby. y-you can milk me for as much as you’d like,” he pants, preparing to realign himself again. “now let me,” he pants, the entirety of his lungs inhaling air from each second. his lips press against your neck for a final time before he whispers. “let me love you, baby. bend back over f’me, ‘m not done with this gorgeous body yet.”