#popping up everywhere and just being wack

[wintersera]

G!p mean girl Giselle 😍😍😍⁉️🔥

cw: dubcon, oral (giving), public bathroom sex, exhibitionism, choking, g!p giselle

g!p mean girl BULLY giselle- her dragging you out of class because she suddenly got a boner while your teacher was teaching some boring ass shit and she let her imagination run wild.

people in the class, and the teachers, not really caring bc miss giselle was a rich ass student, and punishing her wouldn’t really do anything- and if she were to be scolded she could just buy her way out of suspension bc yk the school system is WACK. you were bullied by her sm to the point of where nobody cared anymore, and no one could do shit about it anyways bc everyone feared her- so they all thought ‘ah, i bet y/n is gonna get bullied again’

WRONG!! giselle shoving you in one of the bathroom stalls that were usually secluded (like at the top floor bc who the fuck would walk up that many stairs to go to the bathroom) furiously telling you to suck her off. slapping her hard cock around your face bc at first you would decline, multiple times. getting pissed off bc she had to get her cock sucked NOW- she forces your head down her entire shaft making you gag around her in surprise, she laughs at you but moans when she feels your warm saliva coating her length.

thinking you were a total loser, nerd, virgin, LITERALLY JUST A COMPLETE LONER- she thought you would be bad at anything sexual, but ohhh noo she was wrong. taking her dick so easily down your throat, using your tongue to tease her tip and the rest of her shaft. you being you, you let her grow closer and closer to the edge, her moans beginning to grow louder and quicker- but then you suddenly take her dick outta your mouth with a pop.

LMAO her looking at you with disappointment, she was so close and you stopped right before she was about to cum :<<< aww she’s so mad that she forces herself onto you 🫣 pinning you against the stall door, flipping your skirt up and moving your panties aside. coo’s at you when she sees how wet you are. grips your ass and spreads them apart, your arousal dripping everywhere.

slams into you so hard that it shakes the door- like really fucking loud that you swear people walking past the bathrooms could hear continuous loud banging. lmao the students probably thinking it was one of those rumoured ghosts. but anyways, she’s gripping onto your waist so hard that it leaves long lasting red marks on your hips-

SHIT and then a couple of randos come into the bathroom. both of you panicking, but too turned on to stop. giselle takes two of her fingers and shoves them into your mouth, which didn’t do shit bc it made you whimper almost too loud. thankfully they were a rowdy bunch of friends, gossiping about this and that, so loud that you couldn’t hear the wet and sticky slapping coming from one of the mysteriously closed stalls.

whispering in your ears, “don’t you dare make a sound, i’ll fuck you up if you do”

you smile around her fingers teasingly “aren’t you already fucking me?” she couldn’t believe how cocky you could get given the situation you were in, but that didn’t make her shy away from shoving her cock deeper into your pussy. and of course you couldn’t keep quiet. you felt her fingers dancing across your abdomen and down to clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in fast circles. it felt too good where you just had to moan out loud, causing the entire bathroom to quiet down.

“y’all heard that???” one girl said, “yeah we better get out, like, it could be that weird ghost rumour” you heard a series of squeeks from their shoes, in a panicked way. hearing them whisper in horror bc they thought there was a ghost in the stalls “what if there’s a ghost in the closed stall?” you heard another girl squeel out in terror.

YOU THOUGHT that it would be over for you, giselle slowling down her movements. thinking that they were coming, hearing the sound of a group of girls footsteps come closer to the stall, but thankfully they left out in terror-

continuing from where you were before, giselle quickly changes her pace from slow to fast again. taking her fingers out of your mouth just to slap your ass as a punishment for almost getting caught in the act “you dumb bitch, fuck- almost close”

she’d never admit it, but she loved the way how you slutted yourself out to her. makes her ego grow a little bit tbh.

feeling your cunt squeeze even tighter around her cock, she moans out in pleasure, her hands that were on your hips and ass were now tugging your low ponytail, exposing your neck so that she could choke you with her other hand.

her warm cum painting your insides white and mixing with your own arousal made you orgasm hard as well. one of your hands resting on the door turned white from the way you were balling your fist. whereas giselle tugged at your school blazer.

and then you just walked out the bathroom like nothing ever happened- people were pretty convinced that you two fought once you returned to the class. your hair was all out of place and giselle just looked tired LMAO.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! I read/saw one of your writings (Steeljaw and his pack reaction to Bot Buddy with the personality of Perrito from "Puss in Boots the Last Wish") and you did a good job and I love it!

If it's okay can you continue or do this same request with other Steeljaw's (previous) pack members, as well?

Also Thank you!!!

Let's see what other horrors Buddy will unleash on the unsuspecting Con's.

Steeljaw and pack reaction to Bot Buddy with the personality of Perrito from Puss in Boots the Last Wish (continuation)

SFW, platonic, Cybertron/ Bot reader

Scowl

Scowl stumbled quite literally on Buddy.

He was going to go to what seemed like an abandoned lot. He wacked a bin when he heard a yelp.

Surprised, Scowl went to the bin and saw a mini con pop out.

"Oh! Thanks for the help friend! I've been stuck there for a bit. Steeljaw wanted some more steel beams so I was trying to get some, but I got stuck! So, thank you again!"-- Buddy

"... Umm you're welcome?"--Scowl

He helped Buddy out a bit after seeing their pitiful attempts to drag any of the beams.

Scowl ended up bonding with Buddy while getting the materials for this Steeljaw guy.

That being said...

He gets attached really quickly.

Buddy is just so small and fragile looking. If he'd sneeze he was sure he would send Buddy flying back a couple yards. Scowl was bigger, stronger, and much bulkier than they were.

As much as he hated to say it... He has to remember how Grimlock handled smaller things.

He was not prepared for the untold backstory Buddy had to tell. He doesn't know what was worse. Hearing the story or hearing it in such a casual form.

"Wow! You're so strong Scowl! You remind me of one of my friends. He was so strong that he put a ton of scrap metal on me! I found a pretty slab of ions from that day!"--Buddy

"... You're friend... They tried to bury you?!?!"-- Scowl

"Yeah! But I'm telling you the slab was the prettiest thing!"--Buddy

Scowl has told Buddy if someone hurts them, to let him know so he can pay them a visit. That bot will be nothing but scrap metal when he's through.

Drag Strip

Drag Strip has had his fair share of peculiar friends.

Look at Wildbreak.

He met Buddy while trying to look for Wildbreak and the others. And he might have had another incident with ice again. Thank goodness it was just his pedes.

Bad news was it was his pedes. He couldn't exactly move well.

Enter: Buddy

"Hello! Wow you seem to be in a bit of a pickle!"--Buddy

"Yeah I know... Why don't you pass me that crowbar over there?"--Drag Strip

"Sure thing friend! Hey after this you want to go out for a drive? I know the best spots around here and the best shady parts too--"-- Buddy

"...what did I get myself into..."--Drag Strip

The next thing he knows Buddy becomes a third shadow. Second being Wildbreak. He is starting to think that he might attract weird bots.

Drag Strip is unnerved hearing some of Buddy's backstory. It's not something he expected.

You're so lucky you have friends that stay with you all the time Drag Strip."--Buddy

"I guess, but he can be such a pain in the afterburner,"-- Drag Strip

"Maybe, but I have to follow my friends everywhere. They usually end up running. They like playing tag a lot of the time."--Buddy

"They run from you?"-- Drag Strip

"Yeah, but I always find them eventually. Where are you going?"--Buddy

"I need to tell Wildbreak something."--Drag Strip

He is ready to throw down with anyone who decides to treat Buddy like a lesser bot. Drag Strip makes sure that Buddy is either with him or Wildbreak at all times.

Wildbreak

Wildbreak was looking for Drag Strip when he found Buddy.

They had gotten separated when the Autobots had ambushed them.

He ended up under an abandoned bridge when a storm came by. It had started thundering when he felt something touch his pedes.

"Excuse me? You're kind of crushing my tail."-- Buddy

"What? Oh! I'm sorry!"--Wildbreak

"It's okay! I don't like the storms either."--Buddy

"...It gets too loud..."--Wildbreak

"You can hold me if you want. I'm trained in the arts of therapy cuddling."--Buddy

"No I'm --"--Wildbreak

CRASH!

"... You sure you don't mind?"--Wildbreak

"Not at all. Just don't dent my armor too much."--Buddy

"Right, sorry."--Wildbreak

After that night, Wildbreak is now best friends with Buddy. Even after they find Drag Strip, Wildbreak doesn't leave Buddy alone. If he is going somewhere, Buddy is going with, and he doesn't mind at all.

His spark breaks when he hears some of Buddy's backstory. He could never imagine his friend in these scenarios.

"You have so many stories Wildbreak!"--Buddy

"Yeah it's been a crazy time. But bots like Drag Strip make things a bit better."--Wildbreak

"Oh! That reminds me a story! One time a had this friend who put me in a box and, and threw me off a bridge! It landed in the acid wastes, but I got out of there before it landed in the acid. I saw the prettiest sunset that day. And --Wildbreak are you crying?"--Buddy

Wildbreak full on sobbing holding Buddy close.

"...no ..."--Wildbreak

If anyone came near Buddy with intention to harm, it is on sight. Wildbreak is ready to drop kick anyone who comes near Buddy. No one is going to hurt them while he's around.

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I'm ill again because I have the immune system of a sickly victorian child. Therefore I must project onto the harry potter next gen kids

What i think (some) of the next gen kids are like when they're sick:

Scorpius: I've already done a whole post on this but I have no idea how to link posts despite being on this site for years. the short version is, he was a sick child and constantly in and out of hospital so now he cannot gauge when he's actually really sick and needs to just rest, so albus has to forcibly keep him in the dorm or hospital wing otherwise he will still try and go to class even if actively dying

Albus: he's lowkey so dramatic. if he has a small cold you WILL be hearing about it, BUT he's super subtle. he will casually tie it into conversation to make you feel sorry for him and just keep bringing it up until youre like aw no, im so sorry man. he doesnt try with rose anymore, because she will just mock him, she knows what hes doing. he's most obvious about it to Scorpius, he'll start pouting and be like I feel sick 🥺🥺 and Scorpius is immediately like oh poor baby 🥺🥺/gen and does in fact baby him until he feels better

Rose: does not get sick and its infuriating. when there's some kind of bug going around the school, you can guarantee this girl will not get it. she thinks everyone is just being dramatic and trying to get out of class. don't come to her for sympathy unless you actually look like you're on deaths door. the most sympathy surprisingly goes to Scorpius because she has seen this idiot try to attend class whilst not being able to function properly and be escorted out

Hugo: he doesnt get sick often, like a slightly below average getting sick, but my version of hugo is so unbothered by everything, he would end up in hospital or whatever but wont tell anyone, not on purpose, he just never goes out of his way to mention anything until it specifically comes up in conversation. Hes the random kid that pops up, says he has a relevant anecdote, tells you the wildest story youve ever heard so casually, youre left like???? what the fuck?? and how has that never come up before????, then he just dissapears again

James: gets so mopey, he gets so restless and hates having to sit and wait to get better. he'll enjoy not having to go to class for like one day but when you tell him he can't go anywhere or play quidditch or anything he's immediately over it like, 😟😟 wdym??? wdym I have to just lie here until I'm better??? lemme out!!!! LEMME OUT!!!!

Lily: lowkey whiny. she's not usually super whiny but she acts like a little kid when she's sick and will constantly frown and pout and cross her arms and kick her legs. collateral of being the youngest sibling lmao. she wants people to do everything for her and will shout for people to come get the TV remote or something that's only like 2 feet away from her and just shake her arm at it until you pass it. Ginny and Harry do it for her, her brothers do not lmao

Victorie: doesn't usually get sick-sick often, but I headcanon her as being a general athlete, she likes to do triathlons in her spare time, and if she gets injured she literally has to not be able to walk before she stops. she will just keep going. have you seen female footballers? the way they will be wacked in the head and start bleeding everywhere but then be like meh I can keep going. so her.

Louis: cannot stand the wanting to throw up kind of sick. he can deal with anything else, he has a pretty good immune system, he can pretty much carry on with normal stuff, and you won't even realise he's sick, but the second he feels stomach sickness, he is pale as a ghost and out for business. lowkey has emetaphobia, he will just sit so still until he doesn't feel like that anymore trying to make it go away by just 🧍🏻‍♂️if I don't move it won't know I'm here, yk lmao. hates throwing up so fucking bad

Roxanne: takes the sickness as some kind of personal test. is dramatic in the sense that she will go full warrior mode and be like 😈 i will survive 😈 I will not be beaten by these pitiful germs 😈 and will absolutely just rock her way through it, she talks like she's on some kind of quest, and that this is some kind of evaluation of her perseverance

Fred: just lies there. will not move until he's better. doesn't get really dramatic or complain but god forbid you try and make him do something, he'll start going off about how normalised it is for people to push themselves when sick because society wants people to work themselves to death, and doesn't actually care about anyone's health, and everyone just gets so sick of hearing him, they leave him alone

Karl Jenkins: will purposefully cough on people to get them sick too "as a joke"

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Killers when you catch them masturbating (Pt.4)

Requested: Yes! [Sorry! I just saw you answered now, I wish to see frank and Joey too if you can! And some other killers of your choice] + [So, uh- about catching the killers masturbating... May I please get a third part featuring Kazan, Kenneth and Kaleb if it's not too much to ask? Thank you... (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)]

Warnings: Spice

A/N:

Frank

Frank is someone who masturbates anywhere and everywhere, as soon as the need hits him. If he ever postpones it, he gets pissed and loses his head too easily. And that causes him to lose trials. So he’s sitting there, up in the second floor rooms in Ormond, stroking himself hard and fast, too tired to take his time, when he spots you. Crouching just outside on the balcony, trying to shut up a crow. Clearly, you had gotten stuck there after he barged into the room mid trial, unable to make an escape with him still there. That’s when he decides that his hand isn’t enough and he’ll cage you in on the balcony, taking you on your belly, his hand over your mouth to shut up your screams as he fucks you from behind without a care for your pleasure.

Joey

Joey, unlike Frank, doesn’t really have a high libido. Pretty average, maybe a little on the less side. And when he does feel the need, he just wants to get it done with as soon as possible. He’s sitting on Adriana’s bed in shelter woods (because he’s a guy that likes to be comfortable when he’s doing his thing) in the middle of a trial, something unusual for him. But he was throbbing in his pants and he knew every survivor he picked up could feel it. He was getting sloppy because of it too, so he couldn’t resist any longer, stroking himself when he managed to catch sight of you, wide eyed as you stood on the other side of the window, crouched behind a pile of boxes with just your head peeking out. At first he was pissed, wanted to hurt you for spying on him when clearly you weren’t invited. But the longer it went on, him watching you watching him, the less angry he was. It was….nice, almost. It had been so long since someone looked at him with desire. The Entity should stop putting you in trials with him from now on, cause every time he gets a look at your face, he can’t help but hope you’ll find him in whatever corner of the map he’s stuck himself in, just so he can see you watch him. And maybe, after a while, he’ll get bold enough to snatch you up. And then you can show him.

Caleb

Caleb’s an old man so the need to get off doesn’t strike him as often as it used to, though it certainly does come more often for him than for others his age. He’s grumpy about it instead of happy like many other older men would be at that age. He finds it annoying to have to deal if it pops up in the middle of the trial. The only time he really feels comfortable indulging in it is if he happens to be on his home turf. Now, that doesn’t mean that he’s like some of the others that only get off outside of trials. He’s wacked it plenty of times in trials, it just has to be a time where he’s on Dead Dawg’s map. This being one such time, leaning back against the poker table on the ground floor with his cock in his hand, grunting and growling as he tries to reach that finish line. That’s when he spots you, creeping past the window just across from the open door, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He took a puff of his cigar, watching you freeze as he starts to step closer, not knowing where he is until he’s right above you. And when you look up, that’s when he cums, his seed going all over your face. It’s a good look on you, he thinks.

[mcxcuseme13]

I'm on week 3 of being indoctrinated into the F1 (Lando Norris) fandom. Obviously, being 21 days in, I don't know much, so I've come here to learn anything I can. But also find a space to vent, as my mom doesn't care, and my essentially only friend only cares about how good Lando and Charles look. Unfortunately, said friend also compared Oscar to a Gregg's Sausage Roll, which my American brain can't comprehend.

I don't have much to add about my journey other than 21 or so days ago to now. 6 months ago, F1 started popping up everywhere, but it got real bad 3 weeks ago. My friend DMed Lando asking to be him because that's her dream job. Not being an F1 driver. Being Lando Norris. From then Lando was appearing everywhere so I bought a Lego car hoping he'd go away but he didn't. I suppose this is the part where I say my favorite f1 things are. My favorite drivers are (in specific order), Oscar, Lando, and Logan. I don't have a favorite team. I guess there's a debate online about not picking a team for it's drivers so I'm neutral. I guess this might also be controversial, but I didn't pick my drivers based on looks or ability (obviously). It was more of a personality thing.

What I already know/have learned:

I'm an Oscar & Lando fan, not a McLaren one. Apparently, strategy and ownership is pretty wack, but Oscar still won today, which makes me very happy

People aren't ever happy when someone wins

But I feel like we should just be happy that the same person is winning over and over again

Max Verstappen wins a lot

He also has a theme song, so that's pretty cool

It's pronounced Sharles Le-clare, not Charles Leclerk

The Monaco Curse (very scurry)

Leclerc Family Tree

Fans are more interested in 2 dogs' lives than the 2 drivers they're attached too (still sold separately)

It doesn't matter how much Logan Hunter Sargent may suck, he is still everyone's baby bald eagle

And the technical stuff is still iffy. I'm pretty good with teams, drivers, etc. though

I'm sure I'm missing some stuff, but if anyone would be so kind to explain anything to me, I'd be very grateful 🫶

[corcarel]

diary of Jane Doe

(wip sneak peak of my creepypasta au. It’s wack I like it)

I was five when I saw death for the first time. You hear about people’s brains blocking out traumatic events from their youth all the time, but I wasn’t so lucky. I remember it vividly. The details are fuzzy but the pieces are all there. Momma and dad were good to me. All I ever knew of them was the love and kindness they showed me, so I could never wrap my head around why something so horrible would happen to them. I guess that’s life. Shitty things happen to good people. I remember I was asleep when gentle hands shook me awake, my mother leaned over me in the dark. 

     I was so young I don’t remember the words she said to me. Something about a game. It was a hiding game. I hid in the closet under a pile of blankets and stuffed animals. Momma was going to hide somewhere else. I wish I could remember her face better. I knew it was soft and warm. I wish I could’ve stared at it forever before she closed the closet door and left me for good. The next thing I remember is a blur, but then the closet door opened after what felt like a minute and forever at the same time. It was a man. He spoke to me in a hushed gentle voice and I knew I could trust him when he picked me up to cradle me in his arms. 

        “Dont look,” he said as we crept out of my bedroom. It was dark, but I could see momma laying on the floor. Dad was sprawled on the couch. There was… blood everywhere. They weren’t moving. The man carried me outside into the hot evening. I could still smell blood. 

         “Janey Bug, get up kiddo,” knuckles rapped on my door, rousing me from a restless sleep. Wirh a groan I rolled up and onto the edge of my bed, my toes brushing the cold hardwood floor. The sun peeked through the blinds and I could see the dust particles dancing in the beams of light, distracting me momentarily before the knocking started again. “Come on girl, let’s go!” I groaned dramatically and slumped onto my feet, padding out my bedroom door and into the living room. We lived in a small but comfortable sized cabin for two people, in the woods a few minutes outside of town. This time of year the AC was still on full blast despite fall being around the corner. Fuck Texas. I shivered a little and peeked around the corner into the kitchen where Toby was already serving breakfast on the table. An involuntary shudder caused him to throw a fork across the room, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. He grinned awkwardly at me, the crows feet around his eyes crinkling in the way that made him look a little closer to his age despite the serious case of baby face syndrome. 

          Toby was the man who saved me. That’s all I know, that’s all I need to know. He’s raised me ever since then. Sometimes my real parents are a distant memory and all I know is Toby, and sometimes that’s okay. He ruffled my hair as I passed by and I grumbled at him in the way a teenage girl is required to grumble at her father figure. Toast, eggs, bacon and fruit were plated before me in the breakfast nook where we ate every meal together. He made sure to feed me- i think growing up he never had much to eat and now he’s over compensating for me. He slid into the booth across from me and picked at his food, popping a blueberry into his mouth with a content sigh. 

         “Did you sleep okay buddy?” He asked me, his voice gravelly but always soft and warm. I shrugged, not wanting to go into too much detail about my newest nightmare I suffered. “Hmm.” Was all he said with a pitying look. I shrugged again. 

         “When do I start school again?” I asked, changing the subject quickly. Toby had a habit of picking people apart and finding their weaknesses. I wasn’t in the mood to be psychoanalyzed this morning over a bad dream. 

        “Just a week of freedom left kiddo, then it’s back-brrrrp! Back to being a nerd,” his sentence was interrupted by a jarring noise and a jerk of his head. I grew used to his tics and odd conditions as I got older. Growing up around it I was accustomed to it. We’re all a little fucked up in some way anyhow. I’m not one to judge. I sighed into my toast. As much as I loved having a break every now and then, sometimes helping out on the farm or hanging around town was tiresome. I actually loved school. I like learning new things and showing what I can do. I like feeling good at stuff. 

       “What’s the plan today then captain?” I said, saluting with my half eaten piece of toast. Toby’s dark eyes crinkled again. 

       “Well I’m gonna be In the Shh-shh- shop most of the day, but later do you want to run into town?” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, “we can get ice creaaaaam,” even though it was early in the morning and I was disgruntled from my bad sleep I couldn’t help but smile. 

         “Sure Toby, sounds great.” 

         At around 2:30 pm after I decided I was bored of reading and cleaning my room I went outside to trot across the front lawn(which was really just a small clearing in the woods) to fetch Toby from the shop. The shop was a smaller tin roof building adjacent to the cabin where he did most of his work. To make money for us and to provide for us he did a lot of odd jobs around town, but his pride was his Taxidermy work. Deer season was about to start so he’d be busy soon skinning and tanning bucks to mount. I liked to help him sometimes, but I couldn’t always handle all the blood. Toby however always looked like himself when he was covered in gore, like he was meant to be. I never tried to think too hard about what that feeling meant. I swung open the door and sighed in the refreshing blast of AC, Toby turned around in his swivel chair where he was painting the eyes of a bobcat mount. Despite his tremors and tics that occurred almost constantly throughout the day, he was still and quiet whenever he worked on his art. Whether it was his painting or sewing or sculpting, he could create the most lifelike animal mounts with only a few twitches here and there. 

        “I want ice cream,” I declared, swiping sweat off my brow with the back of my hand. Toby looked at the clock on the wall and nodded. 

        “Let’s go then, wanna do the honors?” He reached into his pocket and tossed me a pair of car keys that went to the busted old blue pick up truck he drove. I grinned and nodded, and he followed me out the door with a chuckle. I started up old blue and with some instructions from Toby we began to coast down the long gravel driveway through the tall thick oak trees that lead to the main little highway. It was one road to follow down before we ended up in town, and soon we were pulling into Dave’s Diner. An old ass neon sign on the front window declared they had the best milkshakes in town, but that’s because they had the ONLY milkshakes in town. 

[lexicorp]

Sesil is /very/ antisocial

He would rather stab himself Juliet style than talk to another person for more than two sentences (very dramatic boio lol)

Would prefer to be beak deep reading romantic dramas and yell at the pages as the ppl do stupid things, as well as those mideavle (can't spell djdbdjbd) fantasy novels

He is a writer himself, and the times when he does have to deal with people for publisher or art for the book or movie people: he is VERY dismissive and stiff on how he does things and acknowledges people. The blunt and doesn't understand sarcasm type, and would usually jus get offended or confused/annoyed

His sense of humor is /ironically/ very irony based though

Things that are absurd or contradictory, so it's kinda the silliness of this dude saying how stupid something is while finding it funny. Or jus deadpanned humor when he tries to attempt sarcasm, which then other ppl don't pick up usually.

But yeh, his dismissiveness and tendency to not recognize someone getting particularly attached to him and then being freaked out when he realizes: is something that Moe hates, cuz it reminds them of their fellow gods who abandoned them

Moe is the MR demigod of space, dealing with gravitational forces, matter, etc

as a young god he was manipulated by nix, the chaos god, to engage in rather damaging activities to say the least

they became out of control with solar systems out of wack, flinging planets everywhere, to there being too many black holes or strange matter. the balance of order and chaos was tipped, so Pheo, god of order, created a containment cube for Moe.

Moe's memory was selectively wiped and power restricted to their box, while Pheo took their role outside. Moe was very childish, and still holds a disconnect empathically to people having been extremely isolated and abandoned by their peers. Itri, demi god of Time, visits the most, although it is hard for them to keep track how far apart their visits are at times as they are clouded by timelines.

presently and related to the last pic, Moe had managed to learn how to move their containment field and found a planet. they watched the people below and sesil was the first in their scrolling to stick out.

Moe saw sesil constantly push others away and appear rather cold, and that annoyed them with how badly they craved companionship.

so Moe took it upon themself to push this introverted bird to be a social bird and pressures him to be more blatantly friendly to people. they often teleport sesil up to their cube to have more of a talk or just to have a little fun. Sesil just really wants to be left alone sjfbjdbfjd

buuuut yeah they got problems, and the other gods needa figure they shite out lel

As for Viv, they are gonna be a barista who is a constant presence at the small coffee shop sesil frequents

It's one of those small places with wood or loveseat style chairs with checkers/chess boards

Sesil gets the same thing each time, tho sometimes Viv can convince him to try something else other than a vanilla cold brew lol

He's usually there to write for a bit after taking a walk in the woods, and maybe play some chess against himself- to which Viv pops over on a break sometimes to bug him with a challenge.

Viv is a very bubbly, will talk to anyone type, but appreciates sesils rather chill energy and doesn't view his standoffishness as rude

Also has a fear of large bodies of water, and gets a bit embarrassed by it since she loves the rain

Buuuut yeh, their story would be mainly around those two and Moe having a bit of a breakdown untill the two actually come together and itri collect his crazed tail XD

[blade-that-was-broken]

The JD that actually spent 20 years traveling the world before reconnecting with his brothers has got to have some real Wack stories to tell.

Like not just survivalist stories imagine the people he must have met, the shit he must have done. He could have had periodic breaks where he settled down and joined like a hippie commune or something for a few years. He went out into the world with the only goal to explore and discover who he was without the parentifaction.

Angst is good but the idea that He went out traveling the world with nothing but survival skills and an elementary school level of education and he fucking thrived is better. He’s seen and done so much stuff has held so many odd jobs has so many friends and is probably a local cryptid of several communities. Not in like a moth man way tho in like a Johnny Appleseed kinda way. he just shows up and gives good advice for things like hunting fishing or music writing. Buys local goods maybe sells you something and then leaves and you don’t see him again for years.

HAHA YES

Absolutely 100%

Like him just swinging around and being all like OH! That looks kinda cool! And then just chilling out with people for a bit. Or him being like hey, can you teach me that? And then him spending six months learning to make pottery or something.

I dunno, he just seems like the type to get distracted by just doing things. And yes, probably teaching too. Which is funny because he probably would think of himself as a crap teacher. I love this entire idea. Kind of that whole mix between a hermit and some dude that just goes around that everyone kind of knows about but doesn't really know, know.

You know that trope with the guy that always seems to know a guy? (Aragorn Lotr, Eliot Spencer from Leverage etc. ) I feel like JD would kind of be that guy. He brings out this absolutely random knowledge you wouldn't think he would know (and he knows by experience rather than books/etc) and wherever you go, he seems to know a guy. (Everywhere I've gone with my dad, we almost always meet someone that he knows. It boggles my mind)

So you know, tribes start visiting each other and someone comes to Pop Village and be all like oh hey! John Dory! Thanks for that fishing tip; I keep catching these wild sized bass or whatever. Or someone just being like "dude thanks for finding that really hard to find thing for me a couple years back, that's awesome" and his brothers are just like what in the world is going on?

Okay, that one ran off with me. Idk what I was thinking now.

It's like he could just cycle around the tribes or whatever, showing up every few years and then leaving after a while. The concept entirely cracks me up

[spinthewheelofromance]

Meet the LI's

As a BIG point of reference. The colors are off because tumblr is restrictive haha. Lex:

Full Name: Lex Bergstrom (Lex Burg-strum)

Pronouns: Xey/Xem/They/Them (genderqueer)Sexuality: OmniAge/Birthday: 19 (Jan 1st)

Height: 6’3”

Ethnicity: Norwegian/Swedish 

Position: Switch 

Likes: brunost, improv, acting, cooking, baking for others, being a bastard (damn bitch, you lanky and have an attitude), romance novels/manga, gaming, cousins (best friends), Vocaloid, rain, Nightcore (understandable but damn.) Their lizard named Brann

Dislikes: talking shit, ableist comments on eye, xyr body, carrots (ew), sarcasm (although they do it, wow hypocrisy), band kids (it's mostly a joke….maybe), xyr Christian parents (told them they're sinning for how they changed their name), basketball (played it in high school)

Love Language

Giving: nothing Acts of Service/Quality Time

Receiving: Words of Affirmation 

Rania:

Full Name: Rania Habib (Raan-ya Haa-beeb) 

Pronouns: She/Her (trans) Sexuality: Demi/Omni Age/Birthday: 19 (July 21st) 

Height: 5'1 (Lumi height lmfao) (rude </3)

Ethnicity: Cyrpus/Egyptian/Japanese 

Position: Power bottom/Switch

Likes: halloumi cheese, very gen Z humor (fried memes make her snort), fashion! (Decora; japan), studying (English literature student but works part-time at the in-school bookstore), koshary (dish), plushies, her books <3, cats, long naps, societal issues, her cat BiBi

Dislikes: being told she's over-cluttered, being held back in her studying (she wants to finish it in one go if she can, although she takes breaks), being owned things, popping candy (surprisingly), her fucking shit and wack ass classmates, existence, girl can't cook sorry

Love Language

Giving: Words of Affirmation 

Receiving: Physical Touch

Darius:

Full Name: Darius Harris (Dar-ee-us Hair-is) 

Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Pan Age/Birthday: 28 (October 26th

Height: 5’6”

Ethnicity: African American

Position: Service Top

Likes: laughing cow Cheese, his kid. His kid very much, loves his kid (will do anything for her), his job, surprisingly! He actively likes knowing the town and speaking to the regulars every day, DND! (Nerd), jazz (plays a few different instruments;) ), fruit loops (on God he eats it uP), coffee snob, his apartment decorations, hockey, dad jokes

Dislikes: smoking, Starbucks, newer pokemon games, Mcdonald's fries (they really went downhill in recent years), garbage not put on the curbside (PLEASE PUT IT IN THE RIGHT PLACE HE TRIES HIS BEST), people who tell him he works a shit job :( (he likes it a lot how dare you insult his trash), glitter (that shit gets everywhere), (monarchy shhhh secret)

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time/Gift Giving

Receiving: Acts of Service 

Perkins:

Full Name: Perkins Arsenault (Perk-ins R-sen-o)

Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bi Age/Birthday: 21 (April 22)

Height: 6’2”

Ethnicity: Québécois/Canadian

Position: Switch

Likes: oka cheese (blue cheese is second best), his mom's <3, cheese. His cows!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Millie <3), calligraphy, nature hikes/long walks, road trips, baking bread, yoga, gardening, sunset/sunrise, fruit snacks, those pamphlets you get when you travel 

Dislikes: Animal cruelty, large crowds, the cold, pineapple on pizza (IT DOESNT BELONG THERE), peaches, hotel mints (he’s been tricked far too many times thinking it was just chocolate), doing nothing

Love Language

Giving: Acts of Service 

Receiving: Quality Time

Milo:

Full Name: Milo Davis (Mee-lo Day-vis)

Pronouns: He/They/She (Intersex/Genderfluid) Sexuality: Bi Age/Birthday: 25 (September 1st)

Height: 5’11”

Ethnicity: Australian

Position: Top (youre welcome Lumi)

Likes: goat cheese, strawberry milk (secretly), his tattoos, oil paint/acrylics, rock, leather clothes, BBQ fanatic (cooks really well), specific paint brushes (Rembrandt), quietness, fucking with people (will make you believe stupid things), ex-wife (1 year). Mom <3, AAA meetings, yellow, punk fashion and ideology 

Dislikes: hot dogs (will kill on sight), alcohol (ex ad.), Fighting, fake rock fans, watercolor paint, math, pickles (has cried before), mocking. Loud noise. 

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time

Receiving: Physical Touch

Andrés:

Full Name: Andrés (Roberto) Rodríguez (Han-dre) (Rode-dre-gaze)

Pronouns:They/Them (amab) (agender) Sexuality: Pan Age/Birthday: 20 (July 7th)

Height: 5’3”

Ethnicity: Cuban

Position: Switch (Top leaning)

Likes: queso nabacoa, guayaba, dancing (hip hop), family!!! Big time especially his grandfather, soccer (inter Miami CF), photography, cigarettes, caffecito 

Dislikes: puns (sorry for your loss in humor bro), water (can't swim for shit, will drown), horror movies (horror in general), anyone who says bullshit about his team <\3, being dismissed when he talks about his interests 

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time

Receiving: Acts of Service 

Merry:

Full Name: Merry Winsterfield (Mare-ee Win-stir-field)

Pronouns: She/They (enby) Sexuality: Omni Age/Birthday: 25 (May 5th)

Height: 5’5”

Ethnicity: American/Irish

Position: Bottom

Likes: cheddar, video games, Instagram-worthy dinners, social interaction, skateboarding, mom's side of the family, beer!

Dislikes: unfashionable people, being criticized, overworking herself, ducks. Hates ducks (they scare her), her dad, panic attacks

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time/Physical Touch

Receiving: Gift Giving

Liam:

Full Name: Liam Hugon (Lee-am U-ong)

Pronouns: He/Him (trans) Sexuality: Pan Age/Birthday: 22 (March 17th)

Height: 6’1”

Ethnicity: Vietnamese/American 

Position: Switch (Bottom leaning)

Likes: brie, designer clothes, big-time fashion nerd, sewing!, Drawing (has to do with fashion but has drawn other pieces), reading, Bún thịt nướng (good AF tbh, pop off Liam), high-end restaurants…like reservations are impossible to get in I mean bro, does work out (has an in-home gym ;) ) and helps out at the community garden, providing for loved one's, has a dad who was very supportive of his transition (although he's a traditional man)

Dislikes: one of the aunties that keeps telling him that he's not "a real man," and etc. Good old transphobia from old traditional people, am I right, lads, yelling, cucumber (will fight you if about how gross they are), ex (toxic mf? Can't imagine), anything that's pure wool….just ew. Being recognized in the streets/paparazzi (although not famous famous still has a following important enough)

Love Language

Giving: Gift Giving

Receiving: Words of Affirmation 

[bakatenshii]

ok but futakuchi is one of those bitches where he hits on you and you say "im lesbian" and he just says "thats hot" and keeps trying to force himself on you. tendou and teru do that shit too dont lie to me (skate rats or otherwise)

MMMMM YES YES, @ksakusa spoke about this a lot a while back but futakuchi is totally the type that keeps pushing and pushing even when you tell him you’re lesbian.

He’ll say some dumb shit like ask you to prove it to him, he’ll just watch on the side, he promises; scummy dickwab totally grabs your hand and places it on the tent in his crotch over his trousers if you so much as even peck another girl in front of him, telling you to take responsibility for getting him all hard.

Futakuchi is that insufferable painfully heterosexual scumbag who does not give up until he gets his dick wet.

[lotusseedguy]

Twisted wonderland Angst

are you ready to read some angst i made at 2:am bc i was high on caffeine? I HOPESO SO LETS GET INTO IT.

TW- major character death (Yuu dies) heavy angst no comfort, bad grammar, basic angst trigger warnings FYI-Yuu is using he/they pronouns(like mine.), but i'll try to use they more.

this is going to suck but who cares? please do read the TW, I don't wanna trigger anything

A BIT OF INFO-a blot phantom started to attack the school,IDK how but just go with it I guess

3rd person POV-

Fire scorched throughout the collage campus. Bodies were everywhere Yuu stepped, and the cries of the damned echoed through the chaos, like a never-ending melody of pain and suffering. Yuu ran and ran, their breath growing heavier with each passing moment. Blood poured from their wounds, almost like popping open a bottle of blood-red wine. Yuu's feet seemed to have a mind of their own, for they kept running, even though each step felt like walking on broken glass. None of that mattered to Yuu, for all they cared about was finding Grimm.

Yuu finally came across Grimm. But he was in no condition to fight the monster.Grimm's right ear had a piece missing, and lots of gashes and wounds bleeding. "Oh gods, Grimm! "Yuu murmured to the cat, "Let's get you healed. "Grimm's blue eyes peered at the person holding him."Y-Yuu? Are you alri-"Grimm got cut off by yelling. "YUU!GRIMM!"Called Ace. He surprisingly looked unscathed. "Ace," Yuu said," take Grimm the hospital wing. Get him healed as soon as you can.I need to go do something." Handing the cat to the ginger, Yuu took off, leaving Ace to help Grimm.

. . . . . . . Yuu staggered, running as best as he could, as far as possible from that monster. It held a dagger with swords floating around its distasteful head. The beast roared, following. There was nobody to help Ramshackle's Prefect, with nobody but them around. With a sudden movement, a sword came down, piercing into Yuu's back, Knocking them down. Turning their head just in time to watch the beast float away, most likely to find its next Victim, Yuu crawled over to the nearest solid surface, which happened to be an apple tree. Propping themself into a sitting position, Yuu pulled off the locket that they held a picture of the first-year gang in. "heh, I’m gonna miss you guys,huh."They chuckled to nobody. Memorys washed over Yuu, as if he was watching a movie. . . . . . . .". ACE! "Deuce yelled, "WHERE IS MY HISTORY NOTEBOOK! I KNOW YOU HAVE IT" "Uh,Duece,bestie,"Ace started, "I kinda,sorta lost it..." "YOU WHAT-" . . . *BOOM* Epel blinked,"well, that ain't good." Jack groaned"our alchemy assignment just blew up Epel,of course its not good," . . . .. . . ."YUU~YUU~"Ace sang."What Ace?"Yuu asked."well," Ace started *SMACK* The ginger wacked Yuu across the head with a textbook. . . . . . . . Yuu wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, knowing that they were going to die and will never see their friends or family again. And yet.Yuu was..happy,They smiled faintly before whispering to themself,"I'm going to come back as a ghost and kill those idiots...."A single tear ran down Yuu face as they slowly lost conscious. Listening to the ballad of screams and sheer pain, and panic of the people who were being pulverized by the monster, Yuu had one single thought,'Time eats all in the end..”

With one last deep breath,Yuu's pulse came to a stop.

this was shorter then i planned

[junniepop]

JJK men and domestic life with them.

Warnings: Aged up, Gender neutral, language, and slight NSFW.

Characters: I. Yuuji, F. Megumi, G. Satoru, N. Kento, R. Sukuna, F. Toji

If you’d like to request something check my masterlist

I. Yuuji

Always cooking. You guys are constantly trying new recipes together, most of the time they turn out fine, but there are rare occasions where your whole kitchen is a mess.

Yuuji is the type of person to buy things that reminds him of you. You’re always finding little trinkets in his clothes or around the house that oddly looks like something you’d buy.

Yuuji loves physical activities. He wants to jog with you, he wants to go to the gym together, he wants to try things that are labor intensive and rewarding. Yuuji has unnatural physical capabilities, so it might be hard for you to keep up, just ask and he’ll slow down a little.

This man loves scary shit. Homeboy thrives on horror movies, ghost stories and weird curses. He will take you ‘ghost’ hunting aka some wack ass curse most likely trying to eat some children. If you like horror games, Yuuji is the type to sit right behind you as you play, often you two trade off if the other dies.

In the same thought with video games, Yuuji gives me big gamer energy, like he’s always up to date on his favorite titles. He’s the type to ask you to co-op with him too. He most definitely has made you two a house in a game before. The type of guy to get you to his level so he can play with you too.

Living with Yuuji means dealing with Sukuna. This man makes so many untimely appearances that you have a fear he’ll pop up when you wanna do something with Yuuji. I’m talking in the middle of cuddling and suddenly you’re shoved off the couch or making out and Yuuji is a lot more aggressive than normal. This man lives to annoy the shit out you. He fuckin cackles when something he does gets you. Sukuna would definitely blurt out whatever Yuuji is thinking to tease you both. “You know you make a real pretty face when your bouncing on our cock.” Like seriously a mood killer.

Enough about the demon spawn that takes refuge in Yuuji’s body. Yuuji is a physical affection type of person, the second he’s home, he’s curled up on you fast asleep. Yuuji also holds your hand everywhere and sometimes you have to remind him to let go so you can use the restroom. Yuuji loves kissing too, he’d honestly kiss you for hours if you let him.

On weekends, you can expect Megumi and Nobara over. Most of the time it’s movie night and sometimes it’s game night, where Nobara is screaming about her luck 75% of the time. You’ll be spending a lot of time with these two since they’re his best friends, but you’ll see Toudou occasionally as well. Most of the time Toudou is over it’s to ‘train’ with Yuuji. I pray for the well-being of your home and yard.

Shopping. Always going to the store for something, he’s the type to wander off and bring back random stuff that caught his eye. “Yuuji, is that a family sized bag of kitkats?” “Uhhh yeah… can we get it?” *cue puppy dog eyes* “Well… ugh fine just put it in.” You can’t say no when he does it. It’s his ultimate trump card to get you to say yes.

Yuuji tries to eat both breakfast and dinner with you, he thinks it’s important to eat together as a couple. It’s like a promise that you’ll always have time together regardless of how busy both of you are.

Yuuji definitely had a shitty skincare routine before he met you, honestly you’re surprised he had almost zero acne with his routine. Now, he knows what he should be doing with his skin and is always trying new face masks with you.

I don’t care what you live in, You and Yuuji sit on the roof vibing to music. You guys sometimes sit there for hours just enjoying each other and the music.

Conclusion

Being with Yuuji is almost almost like being in a constant amusement park. Yuuji somehow makes everything fun, even something as mundane as laundry. Man simps for you in the most respectable way.

F. Megumi

Megumi is probably the most peaceful person to live with in this whole group aside from Namami. He’s a naturally quiet person and it’s honestly a nice balance from your hectic work life.

He often comes home later than you, so you make sure to make something for you both. Sometimes he’ll say he’s picked something up, but he enjoys the food you make more. Definitely is the type to subtlety buy groceries so you don’t have to worry about not having an ingredient.

Megumi is the type to do things for you and not bother telling you, he gets too embarrassed to admit it. He’ll do the laundry, make breakfast before he leaves, leave little sticky notes for you.

He likes to take you out on small dates. Sometimes he’ll do in home dates, he’ll pick a day where you’d be out most of the day to set up the house. A large selection of your favorite movies, your favorite snacks, brings out one of his hoodies for you to use.

Megumi loves doing things together, like chores, you guys usually pick a day out of the week to do them. Or grocery shopping, most of the time Megumi like I said- buys ingredients, but sometimes when you guys need a lot of things, you always go together.

You guys have a designated cuddle time. Megumi is a very touched starved individual, so you started implementing a time specifically for cuddling. Normally this after dinner, he’ll sit on the couch and motion for you to join him, typically you end up asleep on him too.

Megumi is definitely the type to start dressing similarly to your sense of fashion. It’s not that he tries to, he just subconsciously starts to do it because he’s so used to looking at the way you’re dressed.

Skincare Sunday. Megumi cancels all events happening on Sunday, unless it’s important, to have a self care day with you. Just you two taking care of both yourselves and each other. These really help you two reset before the dreaded Monday morning.

On some weekends, you two spend time with Yuuji and Nobara, probably out somewhere so they cough cough Yuuji cough cough don’t make a fat mess in the house. Typically having a picnic or walking through the nearby shops.

Conclusion

Being with Megumi is soft and quiet. He likes a peaceful environment at home and intends to keep it that way. If Megumi wasn’t a sorcerer, you two would live a very quiet life, most likely growing old together.

G. Satoru

Rest In Peace to your sleep schedule. Gojo is a crackhead and is somehow able to be up at all hours. This man is poking you at 3 am and telling you some dumb shit he read. Sometimes you wake up to demonic sounds coming from outside the room and just as you’re about to wake Gojo, you realize it’s his dumbass.

This man has been banned from the kitchen on the count of trying to light parchment paper on fire and covering the kitchen in random splotches of what you can only assume is a type of pudding? Hopefully pudding. Every time you cook, you have to keep a sharp eye on him, who knows when he’ll just decide to fuck with you.

Gojo is well usually not home, which does suck- not that you’d say it to his face, his ego would bust a nut if you did. Seriously though, you miss him a lot and often curl up in his clothes on his side of the bed. One time Gojo came home to see you like this and immediately took a million picture while squealing how cute you are. Sometimes, he’ll just look at you apologetically, “I’m sorry I can’t be around all the time cutie.”

He’s the type to buy multiple expensive gifts to make up for it, but every time you tell you only want his presence. Gojo really does hate being away from you for long periods of time, he usually calls like every hour of the day or texts to check in on you.

Despite his reputation, you don’t have to worry about someone else catching Gojo’s eye, he’s holds the emotional attachment he has for you above casual sex.

Now onto some more domestic headcannons.

Gojo lovesss to share meals and I mean that literally. You order something, Gojo is going to take some of it. He gets something and he’s giving you the rest. Gojo loves home cooked meals, he never really got them growing up, it just felt like he was eating the same old shit.

Gojo is the type to remodel the house just for shits and giggles. Your studio? Now a ball pit. The master bath? Converted into a room sized hot tub. The kitchen? A museum dedicated to the one and only Gojo Satoru.

You nag him about his spending habits. Man just doesn’t care, he buy what he wants when he wants. This man commits tax evasion simply because it’s too much work to do. You’re always having to deal with his taxes. Tries to claim Megumi- even tho Megumi makes his own money now.

“SATORU DID YOU JUST SPEND 12K ON A LIFE SIZED NICKI MINAJ FIGURINE?!??!??”

“Dnejeuekwbwu N-no I didn’t.” That grin says otherwise.

You and Gojo do have a movie night if he is home. It’s usually the night he gets home or the night before he leaves. You always fall asleep after the third or fourth movie.

Gojo like I said, is almost never home- which means surprise packages to your shared home. A truly hated surprise. One time you made the mistake of opening a box facing you and a shit ton of confetti popped out, all that was in the box was that and a little note from Gojo to you. “Surprise (Y/n)-chan, did you like my surprise?” A menace in every sense of the word.

A surprisingly long skincare routine. You’re were kinda shocked he even tried that much, he just seemed like someone who had nice skin naturally. Definitely do face masks together. He always gets the ones with animals printed on them too.

The type of guy to just have sex toys around the house, doesn’t use them, they’re just to fluster you that’s it. And he leaves them in wack places, once you found a double ended dildo in a kitchen cabinet, to say you were shocked would’ve been an understatement.

Conclusion

Living with Gojo is like living with a fucking teenager. Horny 24/7 and whines all the time. He is an overgrown child with too much power in his hands.

N. Kento

Most peaceful to live with. Seriously Nanami likes to live a quiet life outside of work. He comes home at 6:30 sharp. Always greets you when he walks in and expects both goodbye and welcome home kisses.

Nanami is the type to cook dinner with you, he enjoys it a lot. There are times where he is too tired and you tell him to go sit down and rest his eyes while you cook.

Nanami like to do everything together. You two often sit side by side while doing taxes or the dishes. Everything is like a two man job now. In that same thought, you’ve only recently started doing Nanami’s laundry, recently because Nanami likes his clothes folded in a particular way. Idk Nanami gives me intricately folded clothes energy, like everything must be folded in a certain way and placed in a certain drawer.

Definitely the type of guy to put his food in containers like he’s Khloe Kardashian or something. Like homeboy loves to label the food and make dedicated spaces for them. Your pantry is alphabetized. Same with the fridge, everything has its own spot.

Nanami enjoys playing board games or card games with you, 9/10 he wins, but hey you won that one game like… 4 days ago. Like even tho he gives me “games are childish” energy, he’s a mastermind at most table top games.

You two read together too. Like not really watching anything, just reading the same book or enjoying each other’s presence. You guys have a room filled with books both new and old.

Nanami gives me “bathing together to relax” energy. Like he comes home and won’t have his shower or bath without you. He often asks you about your day during this time, while he’s scrubbing your head with shampoo.

Nanami’s skin is p e r f e c t. You don’t know how, but one day you’ll learn his secret. He’s the type to have an immaculate skincare routine, like a full on 10 step minimum routine. He is good about doing it every day too and despite its length, it only takes him about 20 minutes to do.

This man is a coffee addict. Nanami drinks so much coffee, you often buy several boxes worth of the same coffee. He is particular about his coffee, he will notice if it’s even slightly off. He mostly likes his coffee black with a very little amount of cream, and sugar if he’s dealing with Gojo that day.

NANAMI LIVES IN A MODEL HOME. You can’t tell me this man’s house isn’t perfect. Like come on, everything is perfect- the lawn, the garden, even the fucking siding on the house is clean. There’s nothing out of place. You honestly don’t know how because you’ve never seen him actually do anything outside, maybe magic? Does he secretly have a perfection technique?

Conclusion

Being with Nanami is like living the picture perfect life. Everything is done perfectly, honestly it seems a little too good to be true and you know what? You’re right. It is too perfect… something is about to go wrong you just know it.

R. Sukuna

I- child do you wanna be homeless? This man doesn’t understand housing of today’s age, like what the fuck is a microwave? He’s the type to start a fire in your home both on accident and on purpose.

Very messy, like you genuinely don’t understand how he can live like a fucking gremlin, just dirty clothes and dishes everywhere. He prances around around like a god, but his living standards are equal to a sewer rat. The amount of shit he’s okay with just isn’t human.

You complained about it once and even though he said deal with it, you noticed he’s been a lot cleaner recently. Rarely you catch glimpses of him trying to cook in the kitchen too.

Sukuna gives me “will eat anything edible” energy. Like as curse he doesn’t really need to eat, but like he was human once. Really really likes your food, too prideful to tell you he sucks at cooking, but he’ll inhale yours.

The type of guy that can’t be trusted doing anything domestic. Like groceries for example. “What the fuck is that?” “Sukuna that is instant ramen” “wtf? Instant? That shit must be nasty”

One time a person looked at you funny at the store and it took everything in your power to keep him from ripping them apart. Needless to say, you haven’t take Sukuna grocery shopping again, you just ask him what he wants and pray he hasn’t burnt down the house while you’re out.

Sukuna has the driest skin in the world, like man is so confident in himself he just thinks his skin is perfect. You’ve forcibly held him down and put moisturizer on him, I’m surprised he even allowed that tbh. Now, he does attempt to do the most minimum form of skincare.

This man does love cuddling. He will never say it, he will avoid the topic, but he loves touching you so much. He’s the type to touch you but will say he knew you wanted to cuddle. Like wtf he just gaslights your ass if you mention it.

Sukuna hates going out. Period end of story. Like why do you have to leave the house? He can provide you with everything you need human. Doesn’t understand the concept like at all. Gets incredibly whiny when you have to go out too. “Tch why? We have that here.” “Sukuna we have zero milk, there is no milk in the house.” “We have milk” “where? Like honestly point it out to me.” “….” “That’s what I thought.”

Conclusion

Good luck honestly. I genuinely think living with Sukuna is just a constant state of having a toddler, just constantly testing your patience any time he can. He’s a softie occasionally, but for the most part just a little shit.

F. Toji

Man is never home. Like maybe maybe like 2 days every two weeks honestly and it does strain your relationship a bit. I mean he is a fine ass man, what’s stopping him from cheating? You. This man, L o y a l, he’s alright with having to wait a bit to rail you tbh. In saying that, you better be an Olympic gymnast because this man- he’s getting you in every position in every corner of the house the second he’s home.

Toji gives me motorcycle energy. Like his only mode of transportation is a motorcycle no ands, if’s, or buts about it. It makes grocery shopping the literal worst but hey it’s fun to ride on. He never goes the speed limit either, this man is weaving in and out of traffic. He hates being out of the house for like more than an hour when he’s home.

Because he’s never home, this man checks up on you like all the time. Like calls, texts, and what not. It’s also his way of letting you know he’s not dead yet.

He’s always having shit shipped to the house and you’ve learned it’s probably better if he opened it after the first time. That time you decided to open it and put it in his ‘office’ aka a roomdedicated to Toji’s weapons and expensive illegal things ✨ it turned out to be what you could only assume to be the corpse of a high level curse.

By the way, you’re not allowed in that room either. In fact he refuses to speak about what he does to you, you just know it’s dangerous. He just doesn’t want you to be scared of him, so that’s why he doesn’t let you know.

Toji always brings home souvenirs, just some little things from places he’s been. They’re everywhere around the house too, simply because you have so many

Toji loves dates too and they’re always fancy. Likes to see you all dressed up for you dates and what not.

Toji is the type to always be tinkering around the house, like constantly fixing or upgrading something when he’s home and sometimes he’ll leave things half finished, which drives you crazy.

This man enjoys his alone time tho, so he does sit in his ‘office’ for awhile when he’s home and it makes a lol sad but you understand.

You introduced him to skincare, tho to be quite honest, his skin is naturally perfect. Like wtf? You like barely do shit, why do you glow naturally? He likes to sit you on the sink and stand between your legs when your doing stuff to his face tho, he likes the closeness.

Casual sex. There’s no avoiding it honestly, man likes to watch you squirm under him. He definitely thinks a couple should fuck like everyday and you two are no exception.

Toji is a shit for cuddling too, just wants to do it for hours. He’s got some trauma so you have to bare with him tho, but he’ll eventually want to cuddle on the couch for hours.

That reminds me, when Toji usually gets home it’s really late, so a lot of the times he’ll sleep on the couch so he won’t wake you up.

Conclusion

Toji is well a complicated individual to date let alone be in a functional relationship with. You have to respect that he can’t be there 24/7 and that he himself likes his alone time too. All in all he’s a good person to live with, just kinda never home.

[stylistiquements]

Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath

𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears

Masterlist | Previous | Next

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・　　 .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.

“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.

It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.

And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.

George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.

“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.

“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.

A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."

You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."

"That sucks," George probably adds.

“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”

It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.

You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”

He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.

“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.

Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.

“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”

“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.

“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.

“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.

“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.

“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”

“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.

Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.

“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”

“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.

“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.

“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.

“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.

“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.

“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.

“Dream, quit it!” You demand.

“Quit what?”

“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”

“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.

Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”

“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”

"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.

"But I like him. He's funny."

After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”

“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”

“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.

Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.

"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.

"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.

"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."

"True," you note.

"She'll go absolutely batshit."

“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."

"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.

It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.

"Sap, check your DMs," you request.

Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"

“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.

“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.

"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.

"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.

"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.

"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."

"Hi," he chuckles in return.

Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.

"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.

"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.

But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.

"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."

"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・　　 .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge

A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

[shiggyscumrag]

Okay but like Sakusa Kiyoomi...let's talk about it-

Sakusa is a germaphobe with social anxiety which is honestly valid- people are gross and scary so honeslty I can relate.

How he deals with Bokuto, Hinata, AND Atsumu all day is beyond me, but pop off king. Not because they're bad people but just because they have such big vibrant personalities and all of them together can be utter chaos, we see that a lot in the manga

So like good for him, I'm sure after awhile he just got comfortable around them and kinda put down his walls but still man- wack

I love the canon him and I love the fanon him just as much-

Like canon and fanon are very similar, they are both witty germaphobes that don't like crowded areas, we love that. Fanon sakusa is just a little more confident and snarky.

Which honestly is amazing. So this was basically just a way for me to state some of my headcanons for him and then a scenario based around those so uh yeah enjoy :D

Sakusa Headcanons👹

[Sakusa, Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Reader]

Always carrys a bottle of germix everywhere, it just makes him feel cleaner (he has those nice smelling ones too)

"Oooo what flavor is it gonna be this time?"

"Bokuto it's not a flavor it's a scent-"

"I hope it's that green apple one! It smelt really good last time!"

"Shut up and get in line so I can un-germify you gremlins-"

Its seen in the manga that he really only takes off his mask when in the court so I feel he has a different mask for every occasion and has 30+ different styles of masks. Like that's just what his obsession was. And cleaning supplies.

During quarantine he started making and selling masks on etsy or some shit-

I feel for being a germaphobe he sucks at cleaning- like he likes when things are clean and tidy but kinda sucks at it. Like he hires people to clean for him jslfjdhskl

He would have that adam sandler comfort aesthetic. But instead of shorts he would wear sweatpants and hoodies 99.9% of the time. And then 0.1% of the time he would dress nice. And that's not even fancy just casual dude.

Sakusa would have a very expensive skin care routine cause mask acne is a real thing bro

He likes apples. It's just his favorite snacks idk why they just are.

"Dont touch my fucking apples." Sakusa glares at Atsumu whose hand looms over the plate of apples.

He likes to get pegged. He hates the idea of sex in general except he would get down dirty with one specific person. Gives me demisexual vibes for sure.

"Omi Omi you never let us touch you!" Atsumu pouted

"Yeah cause that's y/n's job."

I feel like he'd be a subby brat jskfkshs like listen

He would ride your thigh and hold on to your shoulders while he leaned down to hide his blushed out face while whining in your ear- AHH AWOOGA AWOOGA HOLY SHIT

"You okay bub?" You asked. Sakusa could only nod at first, fingers digging into your shoulders. You continued to rock his hips back and forth against your clothed thigh.

"Y-yeah, just feels really fucking good."

[fandomficsnstuff]

Guardian Angel - Part 3

Daryl Dixon x Reader

(Warnings: some gore and time skips and character deaths, but other than that, I don’t think so)

-Alright ya'll, I'm thinking smut in the next one, not sure how much, but it's gonna be there!-

You let out a grunt as you climbed over a big log, you had somehow ended up in a clearing, one you didn't exactly recognize, and it was getting dark, fast. You looked around the clearing from your new vantage point, trying to take in anything that might seem familiar, and you were about to give up when you saw the faintest line of smoke in the distance, without really thinking you jumped down off the log, letting out a small whine as you landed wrong on your foot, but you didn’t have time to think about that, you bolted in the direction of the smoke and finally, finally, you arrived at camp, panting heavily as you saw the familiar head of Glenn, and he was the first to see you, his smile fading as he got up and rushed over to you, hugging you tightly, babbling on about how worried he had been when you hadn’t returned from the hunt with Daryl, you could barely understand him, but you were just glad to be back, hugging him as tightly as you could before letting him lead you to the fire.

You winced as you sat down, you felt like your ankle was burning, but no one noticed in the darkness that had overtaken your little camp. You glanced at a new guy who sat with Lori and Carl, and he met your gaze, giving you a soft smile “hey there, I’m Rick Grimes” you smiled and gave a little awkward wave “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you greeted, your eyes flickering between Lori and Rick, they sat so close together, cuddling up to each other like a couple, but you thought… Lori and Shane? Maybe you thought wrong. You shrugged off the thought as Dale patted you on the shoulder, letting you know it was good that you were back. You couldn’t help but look around, usually Merle would’ve commented on where you’d been and what you’d been doing, but there was nothing, and you couldn’t really find Daryl either, leading you to look at Andrea who had a sullom look on her face.

“Andrea, not that he’s missed but where’s Merle?” you frowned as you saw the sad look she gave you, making you let out a silent ‘oh’ as you leaned back in your seat on a log, staring at the ground.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You couldn’t help but scream as a walker grabbed your arm, your knife immediately finding it’s way into it’s skull through it’s eye, but you couldn’t get it out, leaving you with no weapon as you quickly moved away from the now dead walker, running as fast as you could with your injured ankle over to Sophia and picking her up and out of the way as a walker tumbled after you, Sophia screaming and crying in your arms as you continued moving away from the approaching walker, your ankle burning as you limped as fast as you could. You let out a scream again as a shot rang out and you saw Rick with his revolver raised, smoking, and the walker dropping dead as you moved to Rick, putting down Sophia but still holding her hand as you spotted Carol, quickly moving over to her so Sophia would be more safe.

You hugged Carol briefly as she cried, thanking you endlessly for saving Sophia, but you didn’t really pay attention, seeing Daryl kill a walker, another approaching fast behind him. You quickly picked up a shovel, limping over and wacking it over the head, inches away from Daryl who quickly turned around, wide eyes staring at you in shock as you kept bashing the walker’s head in, slamming the shovel down on it several times until it’s face and head was more puddle than solid, after which you looked up at him, you were still angry about him leaving you, so once you made eye contact you just turned around and went back to Carol, shovel still in your hands with walker blood and brains on it.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You let out a short cry as you watched Andrea sit on the ground with Amy, this couldn’t be happening, this wasn’t happening. You limped closer, seeing Andrea clutch Amy in her arms as she cried and screamed. You felt your eyes burn as you watched her, it was almost daylight now, you could see the sun peeking over the horizon, bathing you all in a golden light, it was almost ironic, this golden, almost heavenly light, bathing bloodsoaked people in it as they were surrounded by death, makeshift weapons and guns in hand, like the world was playing a joke on you all. On any other day you would have felt at peace, being bathed in the colorful light, the chirping of birds and frogs quaking down in the quarry, maybe some of the fires would still be burning, kindling, but not today, not now, not here.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You helped load as many supplies into the cars as possible, wincing once again as you put too much pressure on your foot. You were so lost in thought, trying to make everything fit, that when you felt a tap on your shoulder you flinched, barely still standing as you spun around, a part of the night still lingering in you, how close the walker had been to biting your arm before you stabbed it, the pain you felt in your ankle as you carried Sophia, how you killed that walker with a shovel, everything in your head was running a thousand miles, spinning out of control, adrenalin still pumping through your veins, making you ready to fight again as you turned around, but all you were met with was his eyes, though downcast and shy. You snapped yourself out of it, sighing as you looked away from him “what is it?” you didn’t see how he cringed ever so slightly at your hostile tone, but he guessed he deserved that. When you didn’t get a response right away you looked back at him “what?” he nodded towards your ankle “ya alright?” you scoffed at his question, turning around to continue pushing the supplies into the car “I’m busy right now, you wanna leave someone in the woods, go find somebody else” you snapped, about to turn away from him when he gripped your arm, it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t gentle either “sit” he nodded to a rock, making you frown but you still did as he told you.

You watched as he kneeled down and took off your shoe and your sock, he was surprisingly gentle, his fingers moved in such a soft manner that you had never even thought was possible for him, how he carefully slid off your shoe, how his fingers barely touched you as he pulled off your sock to look at your ankle. You winched again as the sock was finally off, seeing your ankle red and swollen surprised you, you hadn’t even looked at it yourself. Daryl sighed as he gently turned your foot, making sure not to hurt you too much as he did, checking all around your ankle to see how bad it was.

“ ‘tis alright, ‘s just swollen and bruised, take it easy and it’ll be alright in a day or two” he carefully helped you put your sock and shoe back on, and you couldn’t help but blush, he was so gentle, so careful, it was unbelievable. Afterwards he helped you get up, pretty much picking up all your work by packing the cars from then on, which made you smile even just a bit. You got ready to get in the car with T-Dog when he stopped you, gently pulling you aside from the others, his eyes downcast again and shy as he stared at the ground “so uh… if you wanna you could ride with me on my bike…” your eyes widened just the slightest, watching him pick his gaze back up to look at you, clearly regretting it as soon as he saw your face “or whatever” he were about to leave you when you grabbed his arm gently “sure, my ankle could use not being packed into a van” he nodded and gave you the faintest smile before going back to his bike, Lori approaching you from behind as she carried a box “Daryl and (Y/N) sitting in a tree…” she began making you turn around and slap her arm “it’s not like that!” the two of you laughed as you continued to pack the cars, Lori nudging your shoulder a few times, every time Daryl glanced at you, and every time you looked back up at him and gave him a small smile, he still had to make up for leaving you in the forest, knowing full well you couldn’t find your way back, but he was well on his way, you thought.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You kept your eyes downcast as you swung your leg over his bike, settling in behind him as your arms wrapped around his midsection, you didn’t want to leave Jim behind, but it was his choice, a choice you could respect, even if you didn’t understand it. You pressed your cheek to Daryl’s back, his leather jacket digging into your skin, but in a comforting way, and just as he were about to start his bike, you heard the faintest voice say ‘I ain’t gonna let that happen to you, I promise’ coming from the man in front of you, which just made your arms around him tighten, which he didn’t mind, a hand coming up to gently stroke your arm around him before he started up his bike again, the engine roaring to life was enough to clear your head, if only for a moment, and you decided to instead try to focus on the things around you, not behind you. You didn’t want to think about Jim, you didn’t want to think about how sick he looked, how pale and fragile he was, you wanted to focus on the words Daryl whispered, on how it felt to wrap your arms around him, of the wind howling in your ears as you clung to Daryl, how his leather jacket felt against your cheek, that’s what you wanted to focus on.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You held your knife like Daryl had shown you as more walkers came pouring from - well - everywhere. They seemed to pop out of nowhere, and it was getting dark, Rick was shouting at a broken camera like someone could see you, Shane wanted to go and you stayed with Daryl, his crossbow raised as his target shifted from one walker to another, keeping eyes on as many as possible. You had already taken one walker down, your group, your friends, retreating as much back as possible, you were getting cornered, and for a brief moment, just a moment, you lowered your knife and hugged Daryl from behind, which clearly surprised him, and you quickly let go, raising your knife again, but you kept your eyes on him, a few tears in your eyes as you smiled “I didn’t want to die without doing that first” you whispered, his eyes widening and his eyes went back and forth between the walkers and you, your eyes still on him, and after what felt like eternity, but was probably more like 15 seconds, he swung his crossbow around his shoulder and got out his knife instead, his hand intertwined with yours, fingers locking, still ready to fight but not leaving your side either.

You let a tear fall down your cheek as you clutched his hand tighter, when suddenly the closed off entryway into the CDC opened, your eyes widening as everyone hesitated, but eventually Daryl all but dragged you inside, moving as fast as he could, not letting go of your hand for one second, your ankle still burned, but adrenalin made it hard for you to notice.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You let out a giggle as Daryl challenged Glenn, and you had to admit, you were curious yourself as to how much he could drink. You laughed even harder at something Glenn said while drunk, unintentionally leaning into Daryl as you leaned back, doing a full on Chris Evans laugh. Daryl’s eyes stayed on you as he smiled, watching you like you were the most beautiful person in the world, and to him, you were. Your smile, your eyes, god, your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, and your hair, you were beautiful, perfect, which was why he felt bad feeling like this, you didn’t deserve him, you deserve someone who treated you like the beautiful woman you were, you deserve someone who can take care of you, love you the way you’re meant to be loved, someone who wouldn’t leave you in the woods because they got flustered and scared of showing how much they care. Your smile faded as Daryl leaned away from you, your hands had previously been interlocked but he slid his hand out of yours, avoiding your gaze as you looked at him confused, but eventually you leaned away from him as well, taking a sip of your wine as you stared at the table, your good mood suddenly dampened, which felt like a punch to Daryl’s stomach, maybe he should’ve just stayed by your side, it made you so happy, but it was too late now, Shane ruining the potential for a good mood returning and soon you all left the table, being shown to your rooms.

[luminary-gremlin]

Magnum’s Escape Room

           “Ay, ye ain’t a REAL adventurer if ye can’t git through some silly escape room fer little ones!”

           “Oh yeah? Well then I’d like to see you go through it tough guy. Tell you what. I’ll wager with you, even though I’ll win. We’ll race. If you win, you can have my entire treasury from all my adventures over the years. If I win, which I will, I get to have the Googles set your new feet to 10 for a whole day and you have to do what I say, or else~”

           Illinois grinned confidently. He swung in a makeshift hammock out of the Captain’s sail. They were talking about their tales throughout their adventures and the treasures they found and how one has it so hard than the other, playfully mocking that the others isn’t so bad.

           The moment Magnum heard treasure his fist slammed down, effectively and accidentally breaking a barrel of mead. “Deal! And no cheatin’! Oh, and add that if I win, you’ll be me little prize for the day with the boys!”

           “Yeah, yeah no cheating.” Illinois rolled his eyes and shook his hand, crossing his fingers behind his back.

           Magnum stroked his beard happily and made his way to get changed, peeling off layers and layers of coats to reveal the beefy man. Illinois sat by his escape room, inspecting his nails for dirt when Magnum barreled through.

           “Glad to see you pops. You’re looking mighty fine all exposed. Wonder how you’d look when you see that I beat you.”

           Magnum sputtered with a growl, “Ye well I wonder what ye face will look like when you see that I beat ye!”

           “Sure pops, here I’ll make it even fairer for you.” Illinois stripped off his shirt to reveal them pecs and abs and rolled up his pants above his knees. He even grabbed some rope and tied his hands behind his back.

           They stood at their escape rooms, conveniently right next to each other. They got into their starting positions.

           “Ready, set, go!”

           Magnum barreled in with a yell and entered his large room. It was as if he was at sea again, the air smelt crisp. The sun felt warm on his skin. He thought about sailing without his jacket after that. Maybe rough around with his crew more. Magnum walked around deck for a bit, dipping his feet in the ocean, mewling at the chilly water and giggling when the fish thought his toes were bait.

           But that enjoyment was soon over. The sun began to go away, hiding behind the darkest of clouds, a harsh wave crashed the boat causing Magnum to fall off. Thankfully he grabbed onto the boat. With most of his body in the water, more fish came by to nibble at him. They were everywhere! The fish nibbled his feet, his thighs and knees, his hips, one tiny one fell into the crater that was his navel. So much nibbling was driving the Captain mad, especially since he hasn’t adjusted to his new feet. Eventually he felt something wrap around his ankle. He looked over to see a gigantic eye ball next to him.

           Magnum managed to pull himself up and brushed the fish and the tentacle off his ankle. His heart dropped when he realized what his test was.

           “The Kraken…”

           The Kraken slowly began to grab onto the ship, clinging and squeezing it to try and break it apart. With a shriek, it attached itself to the boat, the waves being too harsh for the Kraken to swim through.

           Magnum had trained himself for a day like this. He grabbed harpoons, which in this case were incredibly dulled down to be like toys. Magnum got too work and grabbed too anchors, licking his finger to find the direction of the wind and throwing the anchors in the wind’s direction. He began to take down the sails, as by now the storm was way too rough to sail in, along with a cranky kraken could throw the ship off. Magnum knew what he would have to do.

           Defeat the Kraken.

           “I’ll crush ye barnacles, savvy?!”

           The pirate cried out. He started bonking the harpoons on the tentacles and the kraken would react as if it was stabbed. Magnum was doing pretty well until a tentacle wacked him, causing him to drop most harpoons into the great sea. Magnum gasped and charged after the Kraken, another tentacle picking him up by the harpoon and trying to shake him off. Magnum held on like his life depended on it.

           That is, until the first tentacle made his way at him. It wrapped around him and Magnum thought it was the end until…

           “W-waHA? H-Hehehehey! Q-quihihihit it ye fihihihish brehehehath!”

           The tentacle traced his belly teasingly, the Kraken letting out a fond coo. Yes you see this was a tickle monster Kraken! The Kraken cooed and continuously tried to shake Magnum off, and when he wouldn’t the tentacle traced his outstretched underarms. On top of the tracing, the suction cups gave his belly and underarms mini kisses and giggles.

           Poor Magnum simply couldn’t hold on and let go to protect the hidden pits. Usually his coat was so thick that it made him invulnerable and because of that, his pits were rather tender. The Kraken tossed the spear away into the sea and gurgled pleasantly.

           It threw Magnum in the air and caught him by his ankles, effectively holding him upside down. Magnum sighed defeatedly, that is until he saw one final harpoon on the ship. He kept his eye on it as he tried to figure out a way to get to it.

           Of course Magnum didn’t see the Kraken touch his sole, uttering a squeak out of the man and he covered his mouth embarrassingly. He’d giggle as it would trace up and down his large soles but he had to focus! He grabbed a net and wrapped it around the support beam of the ship, slowly pulling himself towards the deck.

           The Kraken gasped and began to increase the intensity for its playmate. Using its suction cups to kiss the balls of his feet.

           Magnum stumbled a bit but kept headstrong. Slowly and surely he was making his way to the harpoon, his body stretching considerably as he reached for it. The Kraken noticed his stretched out form and used it for an advantage. A tentacle slid into Magnum’s undershirt and teased his large belly and waist evilly.

           Magnum let out a hearty laugh, the hardest he’s laughed in ages. On one hand he just wanted to succumb to the laughter, but then he remembered his wager with Illinois and there was no way he was gonna let Illinois get away with winning!

           The harpoon was inches from his hand. Magnum could taste victory and he was starving for it. Until a tentacle teased his underarms, wiggling as fast as possible. The tentacles at his feet stretched out his toes and teased the tender undersides. Not to mention the evillist tendril wormed its way and teased the base of the man’s outstretched bellybutton. Magnum had broke and curled up. The final harpoon being tossed away.

           The Kraken had positioned him in a hogtie position, forcing his back to arch. Its tendrils working between his toes as the Kraken delivered raspberries on his hips. Magnum fell into laughter, becoming one with his mirth. Wait, mirth. That’s the answer! This whole time Magnum has been fighting with his tickle monster when really he needs to show it love!

           Just as the Kraken went in to deliver another raspberry, Magnum stopped it with a kiss. The tickle monster froze and blushed with a gurgle. Letting Magnum go. Magnum lied on the deck, recovering from the tingles. The exit had opened. Magnum was about to enter but stopped and turned around.

           “Ye, are a beaut. I’m sorry about the rude things ah said befor. I promise I’ll be back. I really needed a good laugh today.”

           The Kraken blushed and waved a tentacle that said “Oh stop it you.” And Magnum left the escape room with a grin.

           That grin was quickly wiped off when he saw Illinois resting on a makeshift hammock, not a hair out of place.

           “Oh hey pops! Did you have fun? I could hear you squealing in there. Now come on, let’s go see Google and finish this bet!”

           “How did you get out with nothing on you? No blush? No markings. Nothing? Not even a spec of dust or water?”

           “Ah well, not everyone can be as talented as me.” Illinois shrugged and got off his hammock, making his way. “You on the other hand, might wanna stay where you are. Wouldn’t want Harold joining me with getting you after tracking water everywhere.”

           “I’ll have ye know I was on a ship in the sea facing a Kraken! What was yours about?”

           Illinois paused for a moment, thinking on the spot. “Ah you know, adventuring, traps, and…stuff.”

           Magnum let it set in for a moment, noticing Illinois walk pattern is different and that’s when it hit him.

           “YOU DIDN’T DO IT AT ALL! YOU CHEATED!”

           At that, Illinois booked it and ran.

           “GET BACK HERE YE LANDLUBBER COWARD!”