#please please please tell me if theres more i can add

[obfuscateyummy]

Late.

Holy shit. Thank you all for the LOVE on my last Robby x reader fic. You sure know how it make a struggling girl feel the love. PLEASE feel free to ask me questions or message me if theres something you think I should write. I'm not opening "requests" but taking idea. and I always am looking for someone to chat my ideas out with.

1,226 words. Slight angst. Mentions pregnancy. Everything medical I know from shows staring Noah Wyle as a doctor.

part 1

The next time you looked at the clock, it was 8:00. You sat down to type some patient notes. You sighed as you sat.

“Rough morning, kid?” Dana asked. 

You shook your head. “I’m just exhausted today. Think I need more coffee, and something to eat. Just gotta update these notes.” 

“I got a granola bar if you want one,” Dana offered. 

“Thanks I owe ya,” you said as you took the granola bar. You opened it up and took a bite.

You looked at the date at the bottom of your computer 5/4/25. “Uh, Dana? Is it really the fourth?”

“Yeah. Exactly one month after Pittfest. Can you believe it?” she said. 

You cursed under your breath. A month? You could’ve sworn it was only two weeks after Pittfest. You were wrong. And it gave your exhaustion a whole new meaning. You began to feel knots in your stomach. Knots you originally took as hungr pains, which also now have a new meaning. You were spiraling up in your head that you didn’t hear the conversation happening around you.

“Hey Robby,” Dana said as he walked by. “We got 2 coming in. One minor head lacerations, one major. ETA 5 minutes.”

“Okay, Dr. Mohan take the head laceration, take Whitaker with you. Have him do the sutures. Dr. R, you’re with me and the major. Santos, you’re with us.” Robby said. Everyone followed to where they needed to be. He gave you a minute and you still didn’t move, lost in your own thoughts. 

“Hey, y/n? Did you hear that?” he asked.

“What? Sorry,” you said.

“Car accident, 2 coming our way. ETA 4 minutes, you’re with me,” he said as he looked at you. You didn’t speak as you stood up to walk. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I told you, I’m fine,” you said. There was a tone of annoyance in your voice.

“If you say so,” he said as he walked away.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You sounded angry. You snapped at him. You were moody, of course you were moody. Add it to the list of symptoms.

“It’s….nothing.”

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey Robby, Kid - they’re pulling up!” Dana shouted.

Michael stared at you. Desperatly wishing you would tell him what was wrong. The two of you had been married almost 5 years - knew you weren’t okay.

“Let’s go,” you said motioning for your husband to turn around. 

The two of you approached the ambulance bay doors as the EMTs rolled in your patient. They ran over his name, vitals, injury details. You breathed trying to calm the nausea rolling in your stomach. Your head began spinning. Next thing you knew, you were in trauma 2 and you heard your husband’s voice.

“He’s gonna need a chest tube.”

“Got it,” you said as Dana handed you the kit.

“I’m in,” you said as you got the chest tube in, but there was blood. There was blood. Not a lot of blood. But it wasn’t the sight of blood. It was the smell. That awful smell of metal. That was what pushed you over the edge.

“Santos, take over,” you ordered. The intern did as she was told. 

You ran out of the room ripping off your gloves and trauma gown, disposing of them in the nearest bin. You headed straight to the restroom. You barely made it to the toilet before unloading your stomach’s contents into it. Tears streamed down your face as you finished. You sat with your back against the stall wall. “Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself. You wiped your tears, flushed the toilet and headed out to splash some water on your face and get back out there. As you were splashing your face, Samira walked in.

“Hey, Dr. R you-” Samira said as you blew past her. You had to find your husband. “Got a minute.”

You booked it for central. Dana approached you on your way. 

“Hey kid, you okay?” she asked.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” you said, avoiding the question.

“Maybe because you’re off your game today. Hell, I don’t remember the last time you ran out of a trauma like that,” she said.

You did. It was the spring of 2021. 5 months before Lucy was born. You had begged your husband to let you back in the trauma room, claiming you could handle it. That day, he pulled you from traumas until after you returned from maternity leave. “Have you seen Robby?” you asked, still avoiding her question.

“Headed towards central last I checked” she said. 

“Thanks,” you said walking away.

“Hey kid, you never answered my question!” Dana shouted after you.

You still didn’t answer her. You passed Myrna in the hallway.

“Hey Floozie, there you are!” Myrna said as you approached. 

“Not today, Myrna,” you said walking past her and up to your husband, who was typing notes at his desk.

“Dr. Robby? Can we-” you started to say as he interrupted.

“You said you were fine,” he said, not looking up from his computer. 

“Can we talk?” you finished the question you were asking earlier. 

He took off his glasses and looked at you. “Oh, now you want to talk?” he said, never raising his voice. 

“Please?” you asked motioning towards the lounge.

He stood up and followed you into the lounge. As soon as the door shut behind you, he started to speak.

“You’re not okay,” he said.

“I know.”

“What’s going on?” Robby put his hand on your arm. “Y/n, you got sick during a trauma. You haven’t done that since-”

“I was pregnant with Lucy.” You looked into his eyes and took a deep breath.

“ Y/n-”

You interrupted him, “Michael, I’m late.” You blurted it out.  

He blinked and looked at you, “What?”

“I’m late. Like late late.” you said as you looked up at him. 

“How late?” he asked.

“Two, maybe three weeks,” you said as you rubbed your arm and bit your bottom lip. “I-I kinda lost track.”

Michael stared at you. You knew he was trying to pinpoint how far along you were, when you were due, when it happened. “Did you-”

You shook your head, “I haven’t taken a test, but do I really need to?”

“You do. And you need an ultrasound. I need to tell Gloria.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shook your head. “Wait.” Robby looked at your confused. When you were pregnant with Lucy, the day you found out, you couldnt wait to tell everyone. “Please. Just - Michael can we just-”

“Dr. R?” Samira said as she opened the door to the lounge. “Can I get you to check out my patient in South 7? All the tests are coming back normal, but I think something is off.”

“Yeah, be right there Samira,” you said smiling at your friend. She turned to leave.

“I have tomorrow off. Hopefully I can get in for an ultrasound. I can stop on the way home and get a test.” You stopped talking because Robby’s lips crashed with yours. 

He pulled away quickly, “We gotta get back to work.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I love you, Dr. Robinavitch,” he said.

“I love you too, Dr. Robinavitch,” you said as you exited the lounge and headed to Samira’s patient.

[pennpenn]

Reblogging this just to increase visibility along with adding a few extra thoughts to this.

If Tosteur or Sunny wishes for me to delete this post then I will happily do so! Please check tags for more rambles lolol.

I mentioned previously that I had gone on an alt account to have a conversation about Zeteroxx and Fey's accusations. Our conversation got a bit heated, but one of the main things I had asked Zeteroxx about is its goal with the constant harassment of my friends. It had clearly stated that it wanted Tosteur and Sunny to 'go to therapy and they would be allowed to come back when they are different people'. There are a few issues with this: it's not up to Zeteroxx or Fey to decide if someone's changed, they have gone way beyond a reasonable and polite solution and instead started asking people to harass and block my friends without clearly stating that they just want Tosteur and Sunny to take a break just to go to therapy, Zeteroxx and Fey aren't privy to the information to see if the parties they've already started accusing are already in therapy or if they have looked into therapy, and also some kids online don't really get to make the call that someone 'needs therapy'. I personally think therapy is beneficial to everyone but trying to diagnose someone mentally unwell(or whatever they are trying to convey by their accusations) as someone who is not a trained professional can be quite damaging.

Also, while Zeteroxx or Fey are now deliberately trying to sabotage Tosteur and Sunny's relationships it kinda goes beyond 'spreading the word'. It is harassment. Not to mention making entire block lists of people who side with the two accused and posting it as a threat to add more people or using the overhanging threat of yourselves blocking them. At this point you are trying to scare people into siding with you.

This has already been brought up. But it's not up to Fey to decide if people are allowed to be a certain person or align with a certain identity. Fey left Tosteur's server because they got into a disagreement with Sunny. Fey made a comment saying that someone they used to know likely was lying about their sexuality because they were a bad person and Sunny called Fey out saying that Fey doesn't get to make those accusations because that is invalidating part of someone's identity. Fey said 'i know when im not wanted' and then left the server with Zeteroxx. Two weeks later the hate posts started coming up. Now, Fey is trying to invalidate Sunny's identity saying that they won't call them the name Sunny because 'Sunny' is a fictive and not the person fronting. Plus the constant use of wrong pronouns when on the server and now after they've left.

I'm not saying anyone involved was blameless. Multiple people have made mistakes in this situation, including myself. But there's a clear difference between people who are using popular Omori creators to constantly spread their hate and people who are trying to just take the hate. Tosteur hasn't lashed back or done anything to aggravate any of you guys after that situation! Why do you feel the need to be lurking on the page of the guy you blocked and screenshot his posts just to post a picture to your following and encourage people to drive Tosteur off the platform??? That's not a decent-person thing to do???

Putting harder to read things below the 'read more'. This mentions Zeteroxx's accusations against myself and a few other people regarding their mental state when they were on the server and mentions of taking ones life. Please proceed with caution.

When I tried to confront Zeteroxx on my alt account it accused me of 'making it almost commit' along with hurling those accusations to the other accused and people in that server. I do not plan on invalidating it's feelings but it is extremely important to make some points clear.

First of all, after breaking the rules on its first day, I offered to help Zeteroxx in DMs so it would not continue breaking the rules on the server(spoiler alert: it kept breaking the rules on the server). My thought process in offering to help it is that I was the oldest person on the server and I thought that the responsibility should naturally fall to me to make sure that Zeteroxx was okay and other people weren't being made uncomfortable. A few days into talking to Zeteroxx in DMs I realized that I truly had no clue what I was doing and started feeling more and more uncomfortable as I felt my own mental health taking a toll so I told Zeter that I didn't feel comfortable DMing it anymore and offered different online resources that would have people better suited and trained to help people. I also offered to help it find alternate resources if the current ones did not work.

Zeteroxx told me that those kinds of resources just don't really work for it and then proceeded to continue ruminating on the server. At that point I only kept my conversations with it public and did not respond anytime it attempted to DM me.

My next point is that while several people can influence a choice, no human can truly make anyone commit. It sounds cruel to say that, but my point is that Zeteroxx is placing all of the blame for its mental health onto other people very publicly in a way to hurt them. It hurts a lot to have an accusation like that made against you and while I understand that it may be upset with Sunny or I, it's not necessarily correct or fair to place us as the pure blame. There are a lot of factors that tie into decisions that impactful, and for someone to be held as the sole reason can take a large mental toll.

Also, its ideation of committing was brought up on its first day in the server. Zeteroxx has been blaming Tosteur and other server members for everyone excluding it and ignoring it, but there were no such conversations like that. Likely, the two reasons people wouldn't always respond to Zeteroxx's message is because 1) most of the server is in an entirely different time zone and could be in school or sleeping when the message was sent or 2) people just didn't know how to connect with Zeteroxx and felt uncomfortable when being in a conversation when the other party started spiraling. There was no consensus for everyone to ignore specific members of the server, people are just allowed to have conversations with who they wish. And we aren't going to make anyone have conversations with someone either.

I apologize if this comes across as harsh, but it was of my opinion that it would be best to be blunt about my thoughts on this subject because this situation has hurt multiple people. And even though the people accused keep trying to ignore and just let Zeteroxx and Fey be angry, the hate posts haven't necessarily been going away.

Making this post because I am so incredibly tired of all this bullshit, with all the stress me and my friend went through.

TW Drama

It's been almost two months, and i've been isolated, under the pretext that I'm a harasser and that I've manipulated and bullied two former members of my server. 

My friend already clarified this on his response post on his now inactive alt, but this is not true. I have almost never talked to Zeteroxx in DMS, and when I did, it was me checking if it was okay after it felt bad after a roleplay session. On the server, i've always been respectful. All I did was reminding it and Fey to respect the rules, which they were both constantly breaking. Venting, bringing out dramas, constantly despite my warnings. I have tried to be understanding, and most of the time I would just brush off their behaviour even when it made several members uncomfortable. Venting is not allowed on this server, and while I understand they'd want a safe space to vent to, it shouldn't have been here. People from the server did want to help it by making a venting group. People were not harassing Zeteroxx.

It got upset when Theoku stated he felt uncomfortable at the idea of Zeteroxx seeing his content. That's it.

Fey did have disagreements with members of the server but again, it was always respectful, and members were always understanding of Fey's past experiences. Their disagreements with Theoku were resolved in DMS and were not heated. At all. Not in any way was it harassment. Theoku had always been trying to be respectful as well.

And again, the proshipper allegations are baseless. Just because I drew my Basil|Stranger character wearing a crop top and flirting with Sunny. They're both 17, and even then, there was nothing sexual about this. It is just a teenager wearing a crop top. What is wrong with you people. And since it is now used as Fey's main argument against us, I find it concerning. They seem to care way more about a drawing they don't like than the actual person who has been hurt. 

It is valid from Zeteroxx not to feel good after someone clearly said they don't like it, in a moment where it was in a very bad headspace and struggling. But I do condemn the constant harassment from their side.  The amount of posts they've been making on us and telling my mutuals and friends to block me is harassment. I have received asks that were clearly the results of those posts. And talking to the artists I've interacted with to "warn them about us", making a bunch of call out posts is a hate campaign. Fey, what you're doing is harassment, and it's not helping anyone. All it's doing is hurting every party involved. I am not happy about losing mutuals, potential friends. I am not happy about seeing all the hard work I've put on this blog crumble.

Fey was the one who had been horribly disrespectful, misgendering Theoku and using the wrong name despite his constant reminders; while insisting on using the right pronouns for you, which we had been doing since the beginning. This is in no way okay. 

Explicitly refusing to use the name that Theoku gave them because “it’s clearly the host talking, not Sunny” despite Theoku clearly stating it is his name everywhere including on discord is disgusting.

I invite you to look at the posts Fey had been making "exposing us", as well as Theoku's response on his alt account ( @theokusobjection ) but you can clearly see that no significant proof was formulated that would prove us guilty of such things.

They have been accusing us while misusing extremely serious and sensitive language, with again, no concrete proof. I am not happy about the image they are painting of us, it has been impacting our mental healths very badly.

And regarding this old friend again, this should've stayed a private matter. I am deeply hurt by this as well as it was a very painful and traumatic friendship fallout. I had been avoiding this person and moving on with life, and that helped me recover from all of this, yet here we are.

I stayed silent for so long to protect myself, not to feed the drama, but I cannot take this anymore.

[philosophicallie]

also being short in the western world is fucking humiliating and not even in a compare your appearance way. its the fucking constant lack of fitting clothing because your proportions are so fucking short because you total up to fucking FIFTY FIVE!!!! 55 inches ONLY

small sized clothing will usually still have 4-5 excess inches for fucking standardization IM NOT THE STANDARD IM A STUPID SHORT ASIAN IMMIGRANT JUST LET ME HAVE SMALLER CLOTHES WITH SOME FUCKING DIGNITY

[carbonfiction]

i know the general census is that frank is gentle but how would he handle if his little bunny that seemed all innocent and shy liked it insanely rough? not just spanking and backshots “rough” but face slapping and grabbing, breath play like holding her mouth and nose, intense manhandling like chokeholds and being held in the air to show how small she is in his arms and lowk clit torture. and she likes to act all delicate because she is and can’t even fit him all the way in after training and also squirts from a few touches to her clit but she likes being broken and wants him to use every ounce of his strength to do that and i need him to skullfuck me with my hands tied behind my back with a vibrator assaulting my clit…and then he slaps my cheek over and over and then pulling out to put me in a chokehold until i’m bruised 🐳 glasses anon i need him to break five pairs monthly from how rough he is i need him to CORRUPT MEEE

FIRSTLY!! 🐳ANON HELLOO<33 I have missed you<3

Please you are so real, it’s like actually a carnal needdddd how bad I need frank to hold my jaw and coo filthy filthy things at me while he blows out my back. And you are SO right on the corruption and skull fucking omggggg. Oh and I also wanna add bc of this ask (and my absolutely foul thoughts on born again bearded frank) I ammmm working on a rougher/mean!Frankie piece rn and I am quaking each time I open the draft. I cannot wait to get a sec to get it finished for y’all <3

im praying this is understandable enough though and not complete waffle😭 I struggle trying to get my thoughts out clearly enough sometimes if ya couldn’t already tell🥲 18+smut thoughts below the cut inc themes of rough sex, breath play/choking, Size kink? Doggy/prone? Was the goal anyway😭Overstimulation, bodily fluids and aftercare (pleeeeease lmk if I've missed anything, i always go blank tagging😭)

Buuuuuuut buckle up! in response to this, I feel like if there’s anyone who can offer the rough stuff it’s him yk? Obviously if you were to let him, no mattwr how embarrassed you could be about it, he'd listen openly. But just know there would be SO many conversations beforehand on likes, dislikes, hard limits, safe words, boundary’s ect, and this goes for both of you! Neither of you want to make the other uncomfortable, especially not in a moment that takes such a level of sexual intimacy, trust and even respect. (Even when being deceptively disrespectful sometimes)

Frank strikes me (and im sure many of you guys) as task motivated so if his baby bun wants something a certain way, he’s going to ensure everything is correct for her to get it. He loves you too much to do anything without afformentioned confirmation. This also includes a lot of discussion on what sort of thing you need for aftercare within those moments when things get heavy too-

And I say those moments bc I don’t think he’d always indulge it? like dont get me wrong, he’d do it, but it’s not going to be every single time you fuck yk? He might incorporate bits here and there like a lil hard tap on the cheek for your attention “eyes on me, yeah, there she is, theres my dirty girl” or a hand on the neck “that feelin good sweetheart? That pretty head gettin all fuzzy?”

Perhaps frank even indulges you with licks of overstim outside of those moments, forfilling it with whatever form is within the mood- vibe, his mouth or fingers. “Shhh, You can take it. Taken more than this before, atta girl, you feel it, aint gotta think, just gotta keep cummin”

But the whole shebang? The whole 9 yards of him getting reeeeal rough, properly leaving marks, really manhandling or getting intensely mean would definitely be different; perhaps even almost planned? Like for example those moments are reserved for say arguments sake, ovulation, pent up stress relief or when your headspace is feeling a specific way?

The way he fucks, the way he talks and touches you? All Completely different to how frank would usually operate in the bedroom and that’s not a bad thing in the slightest!! I just personally feel it would take as much out of frank to do it as it would for you to take it yk?

But That being said he would be disgustingly good with it when he does use it <3

Wrapping his big bicep beneath your chin as he fucks into you harshly from behind, the other hand pinching and slapping at your tits- the taugt buds of your nipples- sharply enough to make you jerk and gasp. Problem is though, the more you jerk and react the more he tightens his hold, squeezing you in the headlock until he can feel the flutters of your cunt and the heaves of your chest. His massive body completely draped over yours, the weight of him pressing you down toward the mattress, hips pummelling your backside in a brutal fashion, punching deep and fast. "Fuckin tight little hole's squeezin my cock, you like not bein able to breathe? feelin me in your tummy?" the hand at your tits drifting to press at your stomach making you squeak, the pressure intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. "Yeaaah, yeah you love all that cock in there dontcha Bun, greedy fuckin girl. Made for it, just lettin me use that pussy how i want"

That hand (sometimes then reaching for your vibe if the mood so runs that way) will then drift further down to your puffy clit, already oversensitive and abused from prior attention. Frank slaps it once, twice, three times before immediately massaging tight, quick figure eights until you practically end up limp in his grip, eyes rolling back as you cum again with a choked, almost gargled moan. Your cunt squeezing him almost as tight as the grip on your neck before he lets go; letting euphoria take over your body with each gasp of oxygen that fills your lungs.

Frank does not stop until he feels you physically cannot cum anymore (or you Safeword!!). He fucks you through orgasm after orgasm (even his own) until you’re nothing short of a mess, practically trembling like a newborn deer and the slightest brush on your clit has your legs closing with a broken yowl. Panting body absolutely covered with various marks, drying spit, slick and cum.

The aftercare, while hes incredible with it generally, is then a complete 180 however- gone is all the roughness of his movements, the sharpness of his words. Replaced by touchs that are feather light and words careful, quiet grumbles as he checks in on you. "Hey pretty girl.. Heads all hazy huh? I know.. But i gotcha, franks gotcha, your safe."

Once you've had a drink and a little bite to eat, some fruit or something simple, he'll always carry you to the bathroom and only leave you to change the sheets as you sit to pee (bc christ forbid a uti on his watch-) then you can lean back against his chest in the warm water of the bath he left running, his broad body sat behind yours as he gets you clean without you even needing to move.

Whispers of soft praise and gentle shushes filling the echoing bathroom as he ensures every sensitive inch of skin is clean even when your eyes droop. "Shhh, i know.. Know its sore baby, just one more moment. One more swipe n' ill leave it alone yeah?" punctuated with a soft kiss to your temble that an hour ago you wouldn't of been able to even dream of him doing.

Frank dries you off with the softest towl you own, of course warmed by the dryer. soothing your skin with a lotion and/or balm you love. Never forgetting to pay extra gentle attention to the red welts on your ass, thighs and chest as he tells you how gorgeous you are in a moment that sometimes, you can feel anything but.

He'll help you into the pajamas you choose (wether your own or one of his shirts/boxers) and not bat a single eye if wearing panties to bed is too uncomfortable for you to handle.

Once fully comfortable his first mission is to then get you a propper snack or little meal. Insisting food is fuel and you need it after everything he put you through as he treads of to the kitchen. Coming back to then execute mission number 2: laying down with you resting cuddled up on his chest.

Fingers softly running over your arm as he presses kisses anywhere he can with little movement. "Doin okay sweetheart? You tell me if you need anything else alright? Nothins too much for my girl." " so proud of you, ya know that?"

"Gettin sleepy down there? I know..shh, you get some rest. Not goin anywhere i promise, Love you sweetheart"

[puphoods]

ive only seen bits and pieces of what happened to predesterone, i know they got deleted (at least twice) and the ceo is making defamatory statements about them, but im genuinely confused as to where I could find this all going down. if u dont wanna gather links or whatever i get it its just that everything popped up on my dash suddenly and i want to know whats happening but i dont know how to find out

theres obviously a lot of people posting rn but ill try to get some links together to sum it up as best i can find- keep in mind i never followed her myself and only distantly knew of her so there are people closer to the situation that probably have more stuff they can tell you though, and searching her url(s) has a lot of info

avery has i think two blogs deleted yeah, unsure about any older ones but predstrogen and avewy/predesterone were both deleted very recently

predstrogen (the first blog) was allegedly deleted for "sexually explicit material" despite any posts that may have been labelled as such being marked with a community label and her blog recently being manually approved as NOT containing adult content. she also talks in this post, as well as here, about how she has had a support ticket open for several months for harassment she was receiving that has not been dealt with

this is an example of the threats and harassment she has been receiving. ive seen a few different people get this ask copy pasted

the CEO of tumblr made a post wherin he publicly aired information regarding her deletion and threatened legal action against her , showing examples of the alleged death threats where no actual threats were made and telling people in the replies to just leave if they were unhappy with the moderation of the site

avery made a post about this and her new blog was again deleted within five minutes of her making it

multiple people who have made posts about the situation have said matt has DMed them and confronted them

this is word im hearing secondhand, so if i get any details wrong please correct me, but posts of hers such as her transition timeline are apparently ones that were flagged. i cant find any screenshots but many of her posts, including one that was a silly edit of a snow leapord wearing shoes, have been completely wiped from the site. if anyone has a screenshot or link to both the original post and it being deleted i can add it to this

again there are a lot of posts going around but these are i think what you really need to know whats going on...

[sproouts-jpeg]

my second claim for the @sanjiartcollab !! outfit 345!!

i definitely took the concept and ran with it lol (like it’s def the same outfit but u can tell i had waaayyy too much fun with it xD)

closeups on my favorite details:

his entire head/face

i don’t know if it’s immediately obvious but i made his face and neck flushed as if he were a little embarrassed. i think it has a nice gradient :)

also very proud of the hair shape i came up with. i originally tried referencing a buuuunch of different artists i like, but coming up with my own style more directly based off the outfit ref worked a lot better

(btw i didn’t forget his pubestache i just don’t like drawing it lol)

the school bag keychains (there was gonna be a merry keychain too, but i wasn’t sure where to put it :/)

uniform id/nametag

not part of the actual outfit, but when i was looking for references for a gakuran jacket there were some with ids pinned to them, so i thought it’d be a good opportunity to add sanji’s official signature on it. which btw, how tf does one make a kiss mark done in pen??? does this guy just smudge ink on his lips???

furoshiki wrapped lunch box (sanji made pirate lunch boxes for everyone :D)

east blue crew!! they’re like cute lil stickers :] (def inspired by @michelmims ‘s art)

+ just sanji and the lineart!

the comic/lunchbox panels all have each character’s favorite food! (meat on a bone for luffy, fish and chips for usopp, seafood pasta for sanji, onigiri for zoro, and mixed fruits for nami)

also i would like to thank god himself, eiichiro oda, cause if i hadn’t studied his art so heavily in my last collab piece i wouldn’t have realized the power of halftones in shading! also also, watching op fan letter helped me figured out how to pick good shadow colors (basically; cool colored shadows on warm colors, and warm shadows on cool colors!) my shading’s not perfect but it’s definitely not flat anymore :D

is it obvious i really like this piece lol xD

AS ALWAYS PLEASE CHECK OUT THE COLLAB SERVER!! EVERYONES SO NICE AND COOL AND THERES GONNA BE NEW OUTFITS TO CLAIM IN JANUARY!!!

[theoriginalkaminari]

Dabi with a healer S/O!

Reader has a healing quirk, anything you touch can start to heal instantly, but slowly

Warnings: Blood, sorta ooc Dabi?

"Hey, you." Dabi speaks, leaning against the doorframe. His deep turquoise eyes look at you up and down, a smirk remaining on his face.

Blood drips from the wounds on his waist and onto the floor. "Mind patching me up?" He says, not really asking. He walks over, sitting on the bed.

You turn to him with a look of confusion on your face that quickly turns to shock.

"Oh my god!" You quickly rush to him, examining his wounds. You grab the bandages, putting them to the side as you dab Dabi's wounds with rubbing alchohol.

Dabi doesnt wince or flinch as you tend to his wounds, not even protesting. He remains silent and motionless, allowing you to do what you need to do. As you work, you notice that his burn scars are extensive and that some of his stitches are coming loose.

You let out a small sigh, knowing you should probably fix those too. Turning away for a moment, you grab the needle and thread. When you turn back to him, you slowly begin to restich the burns.

You try to make it as painless as can be, occasionally glancing up at Dabi's face to see his expression.

Eventually, you finish. Looking up at him, you ask, "What happened?" In a soft and gentle tone.

Dabi is silent for a moment, clearly hesitant to answer. He glances at you, taking in your beauty and soft features. He feels a strange sensation in his chest, as if his heart is beating faster. "It's none of your business." He finally replies, his voice cold and harsh.

You begin to feel a bit frustrated. You just kept this idiot from dying, and he wasn't even going to tell you what happened? How annoying...

"I'm just trying to help." You retort, using your quirk to numb his pain and make the wound heal faster. After a few seconds of silence, you begins to speak again. "Dabi…please. Stop being so reckless." You say softly.

"Your important to the me and the rest of the league…not just because of your quirk." You murmur in a soft voice.

The more Dabi looks at you, the more he sees you as an angel. "I don't need your pity." He waves you off, not seeming to care about the things you say to him.

You give up trying to reach him, putting the remaining bandages away. "I'm done patching up your wounds." You say, turning you back to him as you put your supplies away.

You then look back at him, looking up at him. "Is there anything else that needs to be fixed?" You ask, your voice soft.

Dabi smirks at you, standing up and stepping closer, towering over you with his impressive height. He leans down to your level and speaks in a low voice. "Actually, there is something that needs to be fixed." He says, looking into your eyes.

Slightly unamused with Dabi's antics, you raise an eyebrow. You reach behind you, grabbing the bandages again. "Such as..?"

"You." Dabi says bluntly. "Your too soft and sweet for a villain." He adds, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm surprised you haven't been eaten alive yet.

You begin to feel very annoyed with this. You belong here just as much as anyone else in the league does. "Excuse me?" You respond, stepping back.

Dabi chuckles at your response and stands up straight, continueing to tower over you. "I'm just saying that you don't fit in with the rest of us villains." He says, his voice still low. "You're too kind and innocent for this life."

"I'm not a delicate flower that's in need of protection." You take his hand off your hair and glare at him. "And especially not YOUR protection." You retort. "And if theres nothing broken, I'll be going now." You say sternly, turning and ready to walk away.

Before you can, Dabi grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him, his other hand sliding down to your waist.

"Oh, right, sure. You're definitely not in need of protection." He says sarcastically, pulling your body flush against his own. "I can see it in your eyes, you're not used to this kind of life. You're too gentle and kind to be a villain." He looks at you with a mischievous smile. "I can take care of you."

You narrow your eyes, and move your hand down to his waist. You pinch his fresh wounds, making him let go of you.

"I told you, I don't need your protection." You say, finally walking away.

Dabi watches you leave. He smirks to himself, knowing that you'll come chasing back to him again.

Its only a matter of time before he has you in his arms again.

[delta-hexagon]

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[buckyalpine]

Fic idea - Bucky’s family & time travel

You know how I keep proposing ideas, then adding it to my wips and then I stare at it while it stares at me. Heres another. I'm so sorry. Swear this will end in fluff, you'll just suffer in between. So imagine the most angstiest angst where Bucky gets married and has a child with his sweetheart before he’s sent to war. He's loved her his whole life and now they have a little one together; nothing could be more perfect. He promises he'll be back safe and sound with a kiss to her forehead and plenty of kisses for his baby girl.

Until Hydra captures him and turns him into the Winter Soldier. His first mission is to eliminate any familial ties. He doesn't feel anything when he pulls the trigger. He's successful and carries out hundreds of others kills, each searing itself in some part of his brain but he's constantly wiped before he can piece anything together.

But then he's rescued and he has to pick up the broken fragments of his memories and its too much of a fog for him to understand. At the very least he has his best friend by his side again and he's slowly starting to remember.

His first question is about his sweet y/n and his little girl.

His happiness is short-lived when Steve doesn't say anything. Bucky doesn't understand why he avoids his gaze, why he suddenly looks so distraught. No amount of pleading or begging works, his best friend doesn't breathe a word, asking Bucky to please let things be.

To learn to live with the way things were.

He can't do that though. He needs answers. When the team is away on a mission, he find a way to get into his records that SHIELD kept on him, wondering if they ever had anything on file about his life before he was captured. Every single detail about who he was before the war to after is written with details and camera footage.

He doesn't move from where he's seated, a blank expression on his face while everyone returns. Steve approaches Bucky first, worried about why the soldier looked so pale as if he'd aged 10 years in the past 3 days.

"I killed them?" His broken whisper of a voice breaks Steve's heart when he sees the file Bucky was looking at, a picture of him, his little girl on his shoulders and wife all smiling at the camera. The sheet he's clutching onto has their names along with deceased written write across the sheet.

Bucky is inconsolable.

His dreams are no longer about others he has killed. He's flooded with memories of her; the soft ivory dress she wore on their wedding day, the baby pink lace she had on when he undressed her that same night, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her laugh, the kicks of their baby, the sound of her happy squeals when he blew raspberries onto her chubby cheeks.

Those happy memories are quickly replaced with her pleading for him to remember. To just remember at least once.

Jamie, it's me, please, m'your y/n, Bucky, don't-

D-daddy?

Baby, go to your room-Bucky no-

Mama!

Please, not Bella, James, you love her baby, you love us- please remember me-

I-I love you

The pain of Bucky's cries are too much for anyone to handle. They're a different type of sadness. So much so, even Tony's starting to worry when he doesn't see Bucky for days on end. He begs to be put back in cyro, to have his memories wiped, to have his brain fried, anything to forget. He doesn't care about the pain, he just wants it all to end.

Imagine theres a mission that involves time travel. Steve and Sam stand on the platform, ready to enter the portal, setting their timers for a specific date in the past. When Sam catches Steve adding another date without telling him, he quietly adds it on his suit as well, piecing what the Captain plans on doing.

The mission takes a little longer than anticipated. Steve is surprised when Sam is beside him when he travels back to the 40's, the both of them now with a new mission in mind, alternating the future be damned. If they had a chance to give Bucky the life he deserved again, they would do it. Bucky doesn't ask for much. In fact he never asked for anything. He deserved this.

Imagine the shock everyone gets when the portal opens up at the compound and there are now 4 people on the platform. Steve, Sam, a woman and a little girl no older than 2. She's dressed in a simple dotted dress, still wearing an apron around her waist while her baby stays clinging around her, tucking her face into her mommas neck.

Imagine the way Bucky would collapse with her when he sees his family again, crying endlessly being able to hold his wife and child, something he thought he'd lost forever. Everyone gives the little family some privacy while he hugs and kisses them, cuddling them to his chest, still right on the lab floor. Explanations for everything can wait, right now he can't believe he has his angels back.

Imagine the way they'd fall asleep that night, sleeping in bed for once, now that he's reunited with his y/n and his Bella.

imagine the endless love he'd make to her while Bella spends time with her God Fathers, aka all the Avenger men.

Imagine she's pregnant soon after and they can continue being a family in the present, doing all the things they always dreamed of.

Anyway, just a thought.

[potatoesmoomaddie]

THE BOUND CAST IS COOKING FASTER THEN WE CAN CHOMPP

But I ain’t complaining I mean look at what they have cooking

Here’s everything that I can list is thats currently happening:

-Islands falling

-runes keeping something from atlas (if u know what that is please tell me my brains confused :] )

-virwood

-Glyph (I NEED THEMMM)

-ash is actively being hunted

-CASTREAL IS SO CLOSE

-MAGNUS IS DEAD?!?!? (FROM VOID SICKNESS MIGHT I ADD)

-Erin spirit things??

-Virgil is dying of void sickness

-Mo and Tal are being gay

-no van

-nemos fiancé

-vasts mum is a BITCH

-whatever TF is happening with the obelisk

-RUNTHIAN VENTRUA IS A SPONGE

-Slyph doesn’t have magic

-MARCEL IS DEAD

-ash sent a letter to marcels mum

-the avicsne knows where vast is ish

-no books there the voids now

-VOID SICKNESS

-Mo has a phoenix egg that hasn’t cracked yet

-gaverin has a egg that he needs to hatch

-OH AND I DONT HAVE EVERYONES OPINIONS ON WATERMELON YET

AND I KNOW THERES MORE STUFF IM FORGETTING TOOOO

So…YES IM FUCKING SCARED

[pukefactory]

reading your headcanons gives me warmth and its very enjoyable. but theres a lack of the fish boy finn :frown:

just finn headcanons... with someone who very much enjoys puns. the worse the pun - the more it makes you groan as a smile creeps onto your face - the better. romantic or platonic, either one's fine please

Thank you so much for the compliment! Hopefully this can add to the small Finn pile.

𓆝.° ｡˚ FISH ‘N CHIPS 𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

𓇼 Summary: Finn X Reader Who Really Likes His Puns

𓇼 Character(s): Finn the Fish Bowl (Dandy’s World)

𓇼 Genre: Headcannons, SFW

𓇼 Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

𓇼 Image Credits: @livviespixels

⋅˚₊‧ Finn was already bad enough with the ocean puns, but now? Now that he has you? It’s a never-ending storm of wordplay. Every conversation is like a game of “how long can we keep this going before someone else leaves the room.” He’s thrilled to have finally met his match.

⋅˚₊‧ Finn loves watching your reactions to his worst puns. That mix of pain and amusement? Beautiful. He lives for the moment your groan turns into a suppressed smile, and if you ever try to resist? He just doubles down. “C’mon, don’t clam up on me now!”

⋅˚₊‧ The two of you will just sit there, throwing bad ocean puns back and forth like a tennis match. Someone else might try to intervene, but by then, it’s too late. You’re both too deep. The conversation is sinking fast. “We whale be at this all day.”

⋅˚₊‧ His little toy fish, Barnaby Wilikers, has somehow become part of the pun routine. Finn holds him up dramatically whenever he needs backup, giving him a tiny, high-pitched voice. “Barnaby says you need to scale back the jokes.” You refuse.

⋅˚₊‧ If you’re ever feeling down, Finn considers it his duty to cheer you up. And by cheer you up, he means making you suffer with progressively worse puns until you crack. “Look, I know you’re feeling eely bad right now, but you just gotta wave it off.”

⋅˚₊‧ The two of you have an ongoing competition to slip puns into conversations without the other Toons noticing. Finn thought he was winning, but then you got Vee—Vee—to respond to one of yours. He was speechless. You still consider it your greatest victory.

⋅˚₊‧ You may groan, you may act exasperated, but Finn knows you love this. “You’re trying to tell me you don’t like my jokes? Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?” He wins every single time.

⋅˚₊‧ Oh, you thought you were safe? No. Your nicknames are now a never-ending stream of bad wordplay. “Ahoy, my little tide pool!” “How’s my favorite sea star doing?” The worst part? You’ve started doing it back.

⋅˚₊‧ You and Finn can’t go five minutes without slipping a pun into even the most mundane discussions. “So what’s the plan today?” “Oh, y’know, just going with the flow.” Every single thing devolves into a pun-off, and no one else is safe.

⋅˚₊‧ There was one time the two of you tried to make a deal—no puns for a whole day. Five minutes in, Finn tripped and spilled water everywhere. He barely managed to hold back a joke, but the moment you said, “Guess you really made a splash,” he lost it. The truce was over.

[pardonmymannerssir]

(This wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it.)

Rook enters the dinning room -or what he likes to consider the mess hall- and recognizes all the faces present but one.

Strife steps forward immediately and the stranger follows. He’s tall, a few inches taller than Rook, and has short, curling blonde hair that’s graying at the temples. Theres a scar on his lip that somehow makes him look dashing instead of grizzly, and he’s wearing a breast plate emblazoned with a familiar symbol.

“Rook,” Strife says, “meet Commander Cullen Rutherford, of the Inquisition.”

The Commander extends his hand as if he’s not a legend made suddenly flesh. Rook has read stories about this man. Some of them rather salacious. His smile is crooked. “Just Cullen, please. Since the Inquisition disbanded the only thing I’ve been in command of is a few litters of Mabari puppies from time to time.”

Rook takes his hand firmly, because he’s a professional, damnit. “Right. Cullen. Pleasure to meet you, I assume you’re here to help?”

“Eve- the Inquisitor sent me ahead, I’ve a dozen men with me, the remnants of the Inquisition that we could spare from the South. It’s not much but they are some of our best.”

Rook nods sharply, catching Neve’s eye from across the room and trying to ignore the way his heart skips. The memories from the night before try very hard to distract him. All warm brown skin and breathy sighs. Her expression is unreadable but her eyes glitter.

They just need to get through this alive, he tells himself. Just this last bit. All they have to do is kill two gods. Easy.

“Every little bit helps,” he says finally, though an army would have been nice. “We’re grateful to have you. Now, let’s figure out how we’re going to get to Ghilan'nain.”

—-

Rook, for one, is deeply pleased to see the Inquisitor and Morrigan burst through the door. Especially considering the alternative had previously been either Venatori or Darkspawn.

Commander Cullen is… less so. The large man barrels forward with a grim fury in his eyes as Rook sags with relief against the nearest wall. The Commander has a small cut on his brow that has bled down the side of his face and he is splattered in blight, blood and general grime like the rest of them. The man is certainly formidable with sword and shield, and he may not have brought an army but he’d probably saved Rook’s life a dozen times on their way through the barrier.

The Inquisitor looks pristine in contrast, her nondescript robes are spotless and her coppery hair is carefully braided away from her face. She’s pretty and stately as always, but pale and sharp like a small dagger. She looks to her Commander with steely resolve and the air of a woman who’s been here before.

“I thought we agreed you would remain behind,” Cullen bites out.

Magister Dorian slips past them with an affectionate roll of his eyes for Rook’s benefit. Clearly this is a display he’s seen before.

The Inquisitor smirks but the steel in her eyes remains. “What, and let you have all the fun.”

“Evelyn-“

“Not Inquisitor?”

“You shouldn’t be here. We agreed.”

She sighs, shoulders sagging a little. “Cullen… I have to try.”

“You have tried,” Cullen insists. “For Makers sake, Inquisitor he cut your hand off and left you unconscious and alone.”

Huh. Rook adds dismemberment to his long list of reasons why Solas is an ass.

“Well yes, but he did it to save my life.”

Cullen shakes his head. “So he claimed but in case it’s escaped your notice he’s rather known for lying.”

“It is pretty hard to deny that the Mark had been killing me, love.” She looks at him and there’s a pleading in her eyes. “This time it’s different, we’ve got Mythal and-“

Cullen reaches out and takes her arm and the moment becomes instantly more intimate and Rook can read the anguish in the other man’s face. He should look away but finds he can’t. Transfixed by the devotion nakedly on display.

“Evelyn, please, it’s too dangerous. We aren’t as young as we once were and I can’t bear the thought of you endangering yourself again. Not after what he did to Varric.”

The mention of Varric burns, a fresh and gapping wound.

The Inquisitor reaches up to cup the Commander’s cheek and she mutters a spell softly under her breath, healing his wound. She pulls a handkerchief from her robes and mops gently at the blood left behind. The sharpness in her dulls and her fingers linger at his jaw. “Typical of you to berate me for risking my life while you’re covered in blood. Besides, you’re the old one. I’m a full six years younger than you and in the prime of my life.”

Cullen grabs her hand and traps it against his face. He closes his eyes for a moment with the air of a man praying for patience. “Ten years hasn’t made you take matters more seriously,” he says dryly.

The Inquisitor chuckles. “And here I thought you fell in love with me for my fantastic sense of humor and great a-“

Cullen shuts her up with a kiss. Firm. Desperate. Lingering. Rook finally manages to look away to find Neve watching him. This time her expression is very easy to read. He peels himself away from the wall and sheathes his sword. A kiss sounds rather nice, he decides.

—-

Solas disappears and the veil snaps closed with a sound like a clap of thunder. Silence descends as the enormity of what just happened hovers just beyond Rook’s comprehension.

It’s over. It’s really over.

Next to him, the Inquisitor sinks to her knees, fingers pressed to her lips. There are tears in her eyes. Rook follows suit, though his own decent is much less.. graceful. Neve helps him down and he uses his sword for a bit of support as the aftershocks of adrenaline and pure relief course through him. His entire body beneath his armor feels like one giant bruise, but he throws an arm around Neve’s shoulders and plants a sound kiss to her temple that makes her blush before she sinks into him. It strikes him that he has time. So much time now. To touch, to kiss, to talk. To laugh.

“It’s over,” the Inquisitor whispers. “He’s gone.”

Commander Cullen is rushing across the terrace, worry etched on his face. The rest of Rook’s team is fast on his heels. The Inquisitor must recognize the clattering sound of Cullen’s approach because she forces herself unsteadily to her feet. She turns just in time for her Commander to gather her into his arms.

“Thank the Maker,” he says with the reverence of a true believer and he takes the Inquisitor’s face in his hands, looking her over for injury.

The Inquisitor laughs. It’s a bright sound, like the chiming of a bell, and shoves his hands away to throw her arms around his neck.

Cullen stumbles back a step and then swings her around once, twice, his smile blinding. They kiss, tenderly. When the Inquisitor pulls away, however, she looks toward the space where Solas had once stood and there is sadness and regret in her eyes.

“He went willingly… alone… possibly forever.”

Cullen’s mouth forms a hard line. “He has much to atone for.”

“Yes… I know. I only wish-I don’t know, that we’d had more time to talk. He was my friend once…”

Cullen only squeezes her gently before setting her on her feet. The Inquisitor turns to Rook, an air of formality settling about her like a cloak. It makes him sit a bit straighter. In her simple robes with wisps of hair fluttering in the breeze, she manages to look regal.

“Thank you, Rook, for helping me finish this.”

He manages a nod, not at all sure how to react. “Hard to imagine where we go from here,” he says, then looks at Neve whose heart is shinning in her eyes. “Well, I suppose you two have given me a few ideas.”

[lyrakanefanatic]

hmmmmm

this is an excuse for me to share my controversial tig (and other books) opinions. (BTW IF U HAVE SOME U WANT TO ADD ON PLSSSS DO I LOVED GOING THRU THE COMMENTS OF THAT TT POST AND READING PPLS CONTROVERSIAL OPINIONS SO I NEED MORE)

1. toby hawthorne was a BAAAAD father. (thank you to @beautifulmusicengineer for opening my eyes about this cuz wtf) he came and went as he pleased, (ik he was worried about tobias coming after him… but bae cmon hes all the way in texas and on his deathbed ur fine) compared avery to her DEAD MOTHER every waking second which stopped being cute VERY quickly, and realized that he was a shit father while his daughter was 19 YEARS OLD (eve) and had been invisible all her life, took her into hiding, and then was surprised that she didnt want anything to do with him and didnt like him whatsoever. LIKE BITCH THAT IS THE EQUIVALENT OF TAKING A RANDO OFF THE STREET, STICKING THEM IN UR BASEMENT, AND THEN TELLING THEM UR THEIR FATHER LIKE WTF 😭😭😭

2. i like eve more than i do toby

3. lia zhang wasnt iconic she was honestly just a headache for me and for cassie 😓😓

4. the naturals shouldnt have more books, UNLESS its to pursue that twelve novella plot, AND EVEN THEN THATS JUST THE NATURALS BUT WITH 13 YEAR OLDS 😭😭 im sorry but the series is done. it doesnt need more books. and im sorry but if jennifer were to make a book about agent sterling and agent briggs kids i would actually delete my account and go into hiding because i LOOOVE them but girl. WE DO NOT NEED TO KNOW WHAT UR KIDS ARE DOING, LET THE SERIES REST 😭🙏🙏

5. ill prob read the toby book just bc i get fomo easily and want to be involved with what goes on in this fandom, but we do not need tobys pov whatsoever. like he loves her, we get it, we’ve BEEN getting it every time he sees avery and immediately starts writing a sonnet on how much she looks like her mother

6. i hate michael townsend. like when cassie came back from LITERALLY BEING FUCKING KIDNAPPED AND CHASED AROUND A FOREST BY MICHAEL MYERS II, AND ALL THAT BITCH HAD TO TALK ABOUT WAS HOW SHE CHOSE DEAN????? i was going to throw atrocious hands and considered sentencing him and lia both to a torture chamber xx

7. i hate hate HATE when theres a love triangle snd the author randomly makes one of the people in it WHO WAS BETTER THAN THE OTHER OPTION a TERRIBLE person just because the other option is ass cheeks. no this doesnt apply to grayson and jameson, i actually really liked how jlb made eve come to hawthorne house because it showed avery that grayson wasnt prepared to love anybody aside from emily yet. THIS IS TARGETED TOWARDS LEGENDBORN.

(spoilers for bloodmarked, book two of the legendborn trilogy) THIS BOOK ACTUALLY MADE MY BLOOD BOIL. TELL ME WHY TF SEL (theres a love triangle with a guy named selwyn, a girl named bree, and a guy named nick) IS THERE ALL THE TIME AND ALL HE DOES IS PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. AND OFC NICK IS KIDNAPPED OR SOME SHIT AND HE CAN ONLY TALK TO BREE THROUGH SPIRITUAL FACETIMES??? IDFK AND THEN AT THE END NICK (who was kidnapped for MONTHS and was so skinny he could probably fly away in the wind) RAN AWAY FROM A BATTLE THAT BREE AND SEL WERE FIGHTING AGAINST THIS DEMON OR SMTH, AND THEN BREE USES THAT AS JUSTIFICATION TO KISS SEL (for the millionth time btw, even tho she was dating nick 😁😁) LIKE BITCH WTF???

8. if u cant tell by my last controversial rant opinion, i DDEEESSPPPIISEEEEEE selwyn, and i strongly dislike bree.

anywayssss thats all!!! pls dont kill me you guys 😓😓

[cookie-lore-keeper]

Is there a definitive list of all the cookie types? If so, could you post it?

There is. I've been avoiding it, because it has confused even me. But, I'll try 🫡

Categories of Biology

Please note: Multiple cookies of different flavors and ingredients can be in different categories! It's more common for cookies to be in multiple categories of biology instead if just one. Even so, flavors often overlap as well, even when it comes to simple biology.

Candy

Rock Candy

Popping Candy

Marshmallows

Fruit Rollups

Gum

Okchun

Gummies

Jelly (beans)

Licorice

Lollipops/Suckers

Sugar Glass

Peppermint Candy

Dairy

Butter

Cheese

Cream

Custard

Ice Cream

Milk

Pudding

Yogurt

Milkshakes

Frozen Foods

Literally any food that is frozen (pizza can be classified as frozen food if they were baked with frozen pizza

Ice

Ice cream

Popsicles

Fruits

Imma be so fr rn, I tried my damn hardest to categorize fruits based on their IRL categories, but it never worked bcuz even fruits in the same family are so drastically different. Raspberries and apples are both Rosacae fruits, yet there's obviously a difference in taste and texture there. So, imma just do what I was trying to avoid, and make biology posts on the individual fruits that we see. Not listing EVERY Fruit here btw bcuz that's stupid.

Squashes

Berries

Citrus Fruits

Melons

Fungi

Mushrooms

Truffles

Grains

Wheat

Rice

Oats

Barley

Corn

Buckwheat

Flour

Bread (own category)

Cake

Oatmeal

Crackers

Chips

Pasta

Cereal

Popcorn

Pancakes (in the bread category)

Waffles (in the bread category)

Granola

Noodles

Liquids/Drinks

Carbonated Drinks

Coffees

Juices

Lemonade

Milk

Chocolate Drinks

Tea

Milkshakes

Eggnog

Water

Pastries

Cakes

Cinoman rolls

Bread

Brownies

Muffins

Churros

Cream Puffs

Doughnuts

Créme Brûlée

Pies

Plants

Flowers/Flower Petals

Leaves

Fruits (such a big category and, despite being a subcategory, it's still its own category)

Roots

Vegetables

Nuts

Spices

Pollen

Powders

Flour

Powdered Sugar

Literally anything that has been crushed into a powder. A lot of spice cookies are also powdered cookies

Minerals

Salt

Metals

Neo-Cookies

Wafers

Macarons

Sauces

Hot Sauce

Ketchup

Barbecue

Mustard

Syrup

Molasses

Sea-Food

Fish

Lobsters

Caviar

Shrimp

Oysters

Seashells

Mollusks

Sugars

(Sugar by itself. Not foods that contain sugar)

Pure Sugars (like the ones you can buy at stores)

Cotton Candy

Sugae Glass

Vegetables

(Vegetables are a cooking category, not a plant category)

Peppers

Leafy Vegetables

Potatos

Carrots

Avocados

Squashes

Corn

Beans

Wafer Paper (despite its name, it actually comes from potatos)

Misc/Have their own category

Honey (very similar to syrups)

Eggs

Mushrooms

Candle wax

Feathers

Fur

Ink

Jam

Chocolate (as in the chocolate bars and stuff, not the flavoring)

Fire

Sprinkles

Coral

There's probably more, but like I said, this stuff gets confusing, and theres also a lot of food and ingredients. If you have anything you think I should add, please tell me

[hvseung]

favourite (l.hs)

pairings: dealer!heeseung x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: explicit smut, profanity, nipple play, fingering (?), unprotected sex🥸, minors DNI !

wc: 2.0k

🎵now playing: high for this by the weeknd

✦　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　. ✦　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　. ✦　.　　. 　 ˚

heeseung: “yo, im outside.”

The quick bzzt pulled your mind out of your study-filled daze. He was here. You quickly throw on your slippers and a jacket, not having the energy nor time to change out of your pyjamas, before locking your front door and making your way to his car.

Heeseung parked right outside your apartment complex. Usually, he wouldn’t make late night house calls, especially when the call was at 12am, but for you; he would do it without a second thought.

He would watch from his rear-view mirror as you drew near to the sleek car, so he leans over to the passenger side and rolls the window down. You eye’d his attire as you approach; tight black tee, cargo pants and his deep red hair styled in his iconic mullet.

“Hey, pretty.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Can’t I compliment my favourite customer?” he teases, a cheeky grin across his face as he glances you up and down. “What ya need?”

“Just the usual.” You stuff your hands in your pockets, shielding your blushing knuckles from the biting air. He hums.

“Get in whilst I sort it, you're freezing.” He leans over once again, this time to unlock the passenger door - an invitation.

“Heeseung, its late.”

“And it’s cold.” He had a point. “Come on, we can smoke together.” He adds, his voice softer as he pats the empty seat.

Heeseungs grin grows ever so slightly as you open the car door and slide yourself inside. He watches your every move – even down to the small shiver that accompanies your adjustment to the sudden change in temperature. “Better?”

You nod.

He reaches into his centre console and pulls out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. “Good. Can’t have a pretty girl like you catching a cold, can we?”

He began lighting the joint between his lips. He enjoyed your company, he always did. That’s why you’re his favourite… and the only person he was willing to drive this late to see. He takes a drag, leaning back and exhaling the thick smoke. He passes the joint to you after a moment, his eyes ever leaving yours as you take it with a soft smile.

His eyes flicker downwards, watching intently as your lips rap around the end of the joint. The only light in the car comes from outside, the dim streetlamps illuminating your face perfectly. Heeseung would never admit it, but it was one of his favourite sights. He couldn’t explain it, but it was oddly alluring.

He takes the spent joint from your fingers, throwing the butt out the window. He sees the way you’ve relaxed, your shoulder no longer tense and your eye half-lidded. His senses were dulled, and in moments like this theres only ever one thing on his mind:

You.

Without saying a word, Heeseungs hand makes it way to your thigh. Ht trails his thumb along the exposed flesh just under the hem of your shorts. “You’re pretty.”

You sigh. You hate when he does this; flirts with you. And you hate that you like it even more. “What did I tell you? Just because we kissed one time does not mean you can shamelessly flirt with me all he time. It wont work.”

“You kissed me.” He corrected with an all-knowing smirk, this thumb running over your thigh again.

“Wha- I did not!”

“Are you forgetting? Because I remember it clearly.” He chuckles, remembering how you had shown up to his apartment, drunkly stumbling on your words and the way your hands held his shirt as your lips moved against his. He leaned in slightly, his hand slowly trailing up closer to your waist. “Don’t act all though, I know you like me.”

You scoff loudly. “Oh please-“ but deep down you panicked a little. Were you really that obvious?

“Pretty girls like you don’t kiss people they don’t like,” His tone was almost sarcastic, unable to resist the urge to tease you just a little more. “but yet you kissed me.”

“Drunk thoughts are sober thoughts.”

Oh, you had been blatantly obvious. You mentally curse yourself, your prayers of him forgetting that night having been futile. “Fine, I like you.”

“There you go. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” His smile grew into a proud smirk, the one you tried your absolute hardest to hide the fact you loved. He seems awfully pleased with the outcome, having already known for quite some time. But he wanted to hear it from your mouth. “You like me. I like you. Now what pretty girl?” ──────────────────────

He has you practically pinned underneath him as you splay across the backseat, his lips moving against yours. His hands wander your body as one of his knees moves to spread your legs slightly, slotting it between. He has never been so eager to kiss someone before, to feel the way their lips met his. He moves your chin slightly, allowing him to kiss you better. His other hand wraps around your back, pulling you flush against him.

As he began to pull away, his thumb trails over your bottom lip. “I was wondering when I would be able to get you like this.”

Heeseung leant down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing kisses across your jawline. His teeth sink into the skin where your neck meets your jaw. You moaned softly as he began sucking on the flesh, his mouth curling upwards into a smile. His lips travel across my neck before pulling away. He slides his hands under the hem of your pyjama top – his hands warm against your skin. He lifts the fabric over your head, revealing your bare chest.

He bites his lip before ducking his head, his mouth attaching with your perky nipple. Your back arches slightly at the sudden contact, his lips and teeth working against his sensitive bud.

His tongue flattens as he swirls it around in circular motions, looking up at you. A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, the feeling of you against him enough for the tent in his pants. His free hand lifts to play with your other breast, tugging and rolling your nipple.

You whine loudly as he harshly sucks your boob into his mouth, your thighs twitching as you feel your first orgasm approaching. You really were pathetic. “S-Seung ah-“

Just the way you moaned his name had his hooked. All that could be heard now was Heeseungs wet mouth and your heavy breathing. “Already, baby?” A muffled moan slips from his still occupied mouth. “I haven't even properly touched you yet…”

You whine as his fingers slips into your shorts, pushing them down. He felt how wet you already were, all just from a bit of nipple play. ��Look at me.”

Your gaze meets his, bottom lip smug between your teeth. His fingers slowly start rubbing against the damp fabric, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “God, if I knew you'd be like this, I would have done this sooner.”

“Mmm cumming.”

“Yeah, be good for me.”

He groans softly as his fingers suddenly get wet when you cum. He loves seeing every aspect of you as you do; the way you moaned, your eyes lidded and your pretty mouth mumbling his name. He would give anything just to see you like that again. He soon pulls his fingers away, lifting them to his mouth and sucking the glistening digits.

“Get up.” He murmurs as he sits down on the middle seat. As soon your sat up, he tugs you onto his lap, immediately smashing his lips against yours again He groans into your mouth, his lips pressing against yours over and over again as his hands trailed up and down your back. His lifts his hips, the prominent bulge in his pants nudging against your clit.

“Your so hard…”

“I've been hard ever since you stepped in the car.” His hips buck up just slightly as he tried to gain some sort of friction. You couldn't help but instinctively pushing your hips downwards to meet his movement.

“Do you want me to just take you right here?" He whispered into your ear.

You nod. “Please.”

He quickly shoves his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, too impatient to hold back for any longer. He groaned, lifting his hips even more so you could feel how hard he was for you. “I want you to ride me… show me how much you want me.”

Sinking down on him was an immediate reaction, your teeth clamped against your lip. He groaned, his head falling backwards against the seat and his hands gripping you tighter as you moved on him. You were warm and tight around him, causing his head to spin.

“Come on baby.” He whines, his hand pushing his hips on yours, begging for movement. Your head tips back as he thrusts up into you, taking a moment to slip his arms under you. He sits you up a little, pulling you closer and crashing his lips against yours. He kisses you hard, his tongue slipping inside to find yours, licking into your mouth as he tasted and savoured you.

You moan against his lips, pushing down on his hips to meet his thrusts. You kiss him in a hungry manner, cupping his neck. He groaned into your mouth, his body aching to feel your touch. He met your movements, rolling his hips under you with each thrust. Its as if his hands had a mind of their own as they grasp your hair, tilting your head backwards so that he could kiss you ever deeper.

“Baby-“ He whimpers when you speed up, your ass smacking against his bent legs. It was honestly crude, but you were both too far in to back out now.

“Fuck Seung don't stop!” You cry, holding onto the car roof to push yourself down on him even harder.

“Oh f-fuck!” He was getting louder too, his mouth moving to kiss your neck, sucking in the skin right on your pulse point. Your walls clamp down on him. “Are you close baby?”

“So close!”

“You know what I’m thinking?” He murmurs in your ear, his breath sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“What?” You squeak

“I'm thinking how pretty you'll look taking me somewhere where I can stretch you out properly without this seatbelt in the way" He bites his lip as he holds you close to him, leaving a trail of soft love bites on your skin.

As soon as he says that the coil in your stomach snaps. “Oh my god!”

You cry out loudly as a sudden burst of liquid soaks Heeseungs thighs and drips down to his carseat. The feeling only makes his restraint snap, waves of pleasure crashing down on him with a brick. He gasps, his head falling back as he moans.

He held you close as he fills you up, his chest heaving against yours as he tried to catch his breath and come down from his high.

“God…” He pants, his hands trailing down your back as he gently soothed the skin of your waist. His lips find yours again, his kiss slow and sensual, taking his time to fully enjoy your mouth.

"My pretty baby..." He whispers against your lips, his hands slowly caressing up and down your body and enjoying how soft your skin was to his touch. His breath shudders as he slowly grinds against you, easing both of your intense highs. His kisses becoming less sloppy and more passionate as his tongue caressed yours. He still couldn't keep his hands off you, his fingers trailing down so caress your hips, his tongue slowing down in your mouth. He traces the shape of your face with his thumb before reluctantly pulling away.

“I was hoping you’ll let me take you out for a date.”

That was sudden.

“Really?” You tilt your head.

“Mhm. Would you? Let me take you on a real date?” He tilts his head too in the opposite direction, subconsciously mimicking you.

“Yeah… definitely.”

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THROAM PRINT GUIDE!

This ones for the 20 people who liked my last post🫵lots of love☝️🙏🙏🙏🙏

I printed these using LULU , the quality of the print is pretty nice, and the site was SO easy to use. Like. Seriously. The books need to be flattened a bit more, but that’s presumably because of shipping? Nothing i cant fix though.

Speaking of, that shit was QUICK! Books took 3 days to print and only one to ship because they came from somewhere about 3 hours from my house.

Price wise— these were the price of typical books, individually cheaper actually. In total they were $60 CAD, shipping being the worst at $15, but in all honesty, $60 is the amount you would pay for books at a bookstore over here.

(Ignore the fact that I MISSPELLED THROAM??? These names don’t mean shit, it really doesn’t matter…)

As for the books: they’re bigger then i like personally, but they were pre-formatted to be 6 x 9in (US trade,) and as i took the files directly from Anna Green’s blog, they should be the same size as the OG books.

A kind soul on reddit gave me scans of the covers, as far as im aware there aren’t ANY HD copies of them anywhere online? So i had to reformat these bad boys by myself.

I tried to keep them as close to the original books as possible, this was my first time using lulu and i had really no idea how they were gonna turn out— so PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME AND REFORMAT THEM!!

The print would look wayy better if the resolution was higher, theres nothing i can do about the actual drawings, as those are straight from the scan, but the text is a tad blurred and would look a ton crisper if you upped the size.

(Okay so my cameras pretty shitty, but hopefully you can tell that it’s far from perfect. I have no idea what to do about that aside from redrawing the art, so you’re on your own for that one.)

Another problem is the size of the back cover, it just looks big and not even at all. So just size it down, It’ll look SOOO much nicer.

The last problem you should fix is the side bleeding onto the front. I put the cover together on lulu’s site on my ipad, so i couldn’t really tell, but it should be pretty easy to fix up.

This is where i leave you!

THESE are the files

and you can do the rest….this wasn’t like. A complete guide. But. Um. This is my contribution to the fandom. I love these books so bad and im absolutely psyched about having physical copies. So spread your yaoi wings and FLY LITTLE BIRD!! FLY!!!!!!!

If you do end up reforming the covers, please send them my way to add to the drive! Also, dm me if anythings off or u need help! ^_^