#s p (its meee!)

[sotogalmo]

I SAW IT EARLIER BUT FORGOR TO SEND SO for flors bday !! sorry if it's too much dhfjsjfbf

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

�� HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

NAH NAH ITS FINE AMIA. YOU ARE SO SWEET AND KIND TO MEEE. GRRRRRRAAA, kiss kiss to amia/p (sorry I answered this- not on her birthday- grrrr. Still tho. You are so amazing amia)

💭 answer; I think her MBTI type would just be Captain SpaceBoy's; ENFJ- 7w6 in enneagram. Tho ... Euh. Have her personality thrown at you

💯 answer; I remember that @paperstarry asked me about this (along with 🐷 & ☕)- so yh. Three random facts. Okay! / Flor's rabbit antics are like. A stim for her. Flor is actually very heavily autistic coded;; autistic clownnn :3 — Flor moreso bakes then cooks actually, she likes baking cookies!! — Flor is a physical stimmer, and so she. Randomly mimics "glitching" movements!! She's very interested in games.... Or the idea of one (she possibly visits Lang for that)

☕ answer (adding this in for the hell of it); Her favorite beverage between coffee, tea, chocolate milk, milk, water, etc— I think she would be a.. chocolate milk drinker out of the example. But for the "etc" part would DEFINITELY BE THE RAMUNE SODA. RAMUNE SODA FOR THE WIN. RAMUNE SODA 🔛🔝‼️

🐷 answer (to which @chevalperd asked me along with 🍝 for my other ocs, but imma still tag them in this); favorite animal. I'd like to think it's the ones she acts like (a rabbit), but then again she could most definitely like much smaller animals. Like rodents! Hamsters, guinea pigs, rats, mice, etc. I think in a modern au, Flor would def buy a pet guinea pig

💘 answer; the most important to Flor, is what's stated in her personality— she values a lot of communication and connection and overall attention. That's why she has her band of friends, and a larger range of acquaintances.

🍝 answer; favorite foods! Oh. It's a hard pick, since I didn't really fully expand on what she ate before she went to ANAKT. But I do think that she likes a lot of meat (lamb, pork, beef, etc). She would most likely say that they taste better raw (but that's only because she was a scavenger and didn't have time to eat the finale of the meal but doesn't matter as she at least helped chew some things and made it easier for pet humans to at least eat that type of food, should their owners give it to them)

🤔 answer; the biggest thing you can always know it's certainly Flor, is the whole rabbit thumping. It's semi-iconic I suppose.

[clancyismylover]

"I’ve heard stories abo[u]t the ide[a] of “home,” and its depiction has always seemed warm f[r]om the storyt[e]llers’s de[s]cription. [T]here was a romant[i]c ownership of the p[l]ace they inhabited that I admired, but cou[l]d never relate to."

NO SHUT UP NOT CLANCY CANONICALLY NEVER FEELING AT HOME IN DEMA but imagine me being there and his only exception is when he's with meee and I'M AOFGHHG TOT

[viridian-tay-leaf]

Some of the early quotes:

"Possible Senior Quotes"

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I have no hope I'm not luke Skywalker -♍️Jon 2018

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Cory in the house is my favorite anime -♏️Viridian2018

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When push comes to shove, sometimes you just gotta sit on people and hide in trunks -♏️Viridian 2018

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You look like headlights on a car. You look like a Honda -♐️Gabe 2018

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I wanna be sponsored by arizona, not the country -♍️Jon 2018

Im never taking anything from a man who thinks arizona is a country -♐️Gabe 2018

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My friends are malfunctioning can i get a refund? -♍️Jon 2018

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It's like a snake that's slightly wet (Describing ♋️Chris' hand) -♍️ Alex 2018

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I bet its a horse pill -♌️ GG2018

Wtf! You're a horse pill! -♏️Bry 2018

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He's red & has a skull & his name is red skull (in regards to Infinity War pt1 ) -♏️Viridian 2018

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We stole JA----PAN -♍️Jon 2018

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The quick pratt! AHHhh wildpratts! -♍️Jon 2018

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-♏️Viridian 2018 : *exhausted* Jsgsjsn....

-♍️Jon: What?..... *silence*

-♏️ Viridian: *inhale* y e s (quietly)

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Chicken butt ...(silence)....idk its something my dad said once -♍️Jon 2018

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-♍️Jon 2018: Atlanta where aquaman is

-♏️Viridian: *pause* .....thats atlantis

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Where's my dude donny depp? -♍️Jon 2018

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*zoning out & muttering* Gotta catch em all......i gotta catch Jamal

-♉️ Brooke 2018

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I wanna go house -♌️ A. Parker 2018

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I go to camp and I woke up at the hospital -♍️Jon 2018

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*dead silent* *whispering* I'm gonna get a piercing on my skin -♉️ Brooke 2018

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I Doooooooo! That's MEEE -♌️ A. Parker 2018

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-♍️Jon 2018: I wish i was British.......

*confused silence*

-♍️Jon: ....And named Ryan or Jeremy

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I just snorted your grandparents what are you gonna do about it *gremlin stance* -♍️Jon 2018

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-♏️ Viridian 2018: Ew its an orange!

-♍️Jon: Whats wrong with asians!?!?

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This person is a riot.....literally, he was in the detroit riots -♍️Jon 2018

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-♏️ Viridian 2018: *Whips* (on way to lunch)

-♍️Jon: Did you just twip!? °\(●O ●)>

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👏🏽 She 👏🏽 HAS 👏🏽 C R A M P S 👏🏽 -♉️ Brooke 2018

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Oh my God, you're like the cookie monster with vegebles! (not a typo, he was speaking fast) -♍️Jon 2018

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My nose bend!....Oh my God is that Neil Tyson! :0 (in science class) -♍️Jon 2018

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-♍️Jon 2018: We all started as plants (monotone whisper)

-♏️ Viridian: U okay?

-♍️Jon: We need to go back to our original forms

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-♍️Jon 2018: What were the 2 fairies in Fairly Odd Parents? Window & Wanda?(Jon)

-♏️Viridian: *pause & evaluates sentence*....Cosmo & Wanda? (Said with confusion)

-♍️Jon: Oh yeah!

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-♏️ Viridian 2018 : Hey 😊 (passing in hallway)

-♍️ Jon: *Gasp* India! :0

-♏️ Viridian: What?!

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I dont take naps I take S l e e p s 😴 -♐️ Micha 2018

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-♍️Jon 2018: *struggles taking out tissues for a whole minute*

-♏️ Viridian: *watching struggle* 👀

-♍️Jon: *pause* ....You never know when you need a tissue 🤷‍♂️

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-♏️ Viridian 2018: Stop trying to put ketchup in my pocket! (Towards ♍️ Jon)

(This is something that became a reoccurring bit between us. It went throughout high-school & sometimes shows up today. I once found 2 ketchup packets after cleaning out my bag a year prior, I was so shook)

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-♏️ Viridian 2018: *taps shoulder*

-♍️Jon: Ahh!! Jesus was a carpenter! Trump was a dad!....Viridian! Startled!

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-♏️ Viridian 2018: *Struggles putting leaf in ♍️ Jon's hair* Ugghhh! White people hair!

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*eating chips & pointing* ☝🏻 You fucked up there -♏️ Bry 2018

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-♍️Jon 2018: *running with a cup*

♏️♍️♉️: *Visible confusion from group*

-♍️Jon: I'm getting an ice cube!

-♉️ Tee & ♏️ Viridian *in sync* ...why?

-♍️Jon: Portable water! :-)

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Keep in mind most of these will probably be ♍️Jon or ♉️Tee just cause they're my best friends & I'm around them more often

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(Honorable mention: ♍️Alex, only cause they're the lurker of our group)

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That's all for now~

[pangatron420]

i somehow started getting into the mha fandom

dw Im not gonna be some toxic shipper i just like the characters and think its neat. don’t ask me how I got into this, idek I never even watched the show

but i saw a clip of sad tsuyu so

b a m

draw her

[waywardwept-blog]

Put on your Sundays, We’re gonna dig a hole

[kerasiphobia]

guess who's prolly gonna go to a psych ward today??

[pebiejeebies]

OMG SHE HAS MY TIGER STRIPES TOO AAAAA

AND THE PAWS

THIS IS THE BEST

I LOVE IT SMMSMS

ITS MEEE

iTSM MEE YIPPIEE (gif below)

*C A P T U R E S*

dddraw cabby (don’t ask why) (this is a warning)

Cabster!!!

Made it a transparent png cuz why not :P

[awfulwhumpsideblog]

ive decided to make some wharacters (whump characters) for basic archetypes for me to use because “whumpee” and “whumper” are dumb words. heres the start of my list:

-Tobias. its a name starting with a “t” for “timid”. its the whumpee whos all like “uwu nooooo plz plz plz dont hurt meee!!!” and is a sobbing mess.  

-Dimitri. it starts with “d” for “defiant”. its the whumpee whos all like “tch... im not fucking scared of you...” who is, inevitably, broken down over time

-Samson. “s” for “smart”. its the whumpee who doesnt bother resisting if its hopeless and is always planning an escape. very cooperative and tries being detached, but it gets to them eventually.

-Aaron. “aa” for “abusive asshole”. a whumper who is... well... an abusive asshole. does it for the power trip i guess

-Clyde: “c” for “creepy”. creepy whumper who has an obsession with the whumpee and wants them all to themself. 

-Percival: “p” for “patient”. a caretaker whos super nice and patient for the whumpee

-Isaac: “i” for “impatient”. a caretaker whos sick of whumpees shit and is fed up with their whining. 

might add more later idk 

[jordanstrophe]

meee again...(((i might as well give myself an anon name at this point))) but i was wondering if i could...have some cin content...he’s one of my favorites...and i find myself projecting onto him a lot...so could i please have some miscommunication with him and richard??? i hope this doesn’t...bother you cuz it feels like i ask you...for stuff a lot...

Why hello there! Not bother at all! I completely agree on the anon name, It would be fun! Miscommunications happen all the time between Cin and Richard, mostly because he’s is still leaning how to be a functioning human of society. 

Just like me

CW: Conditioned whumpee, accidental trigger, emotional/angry reaction, defiance, offering themselves for punishment, overptorective caretaker

Masterlist

Richard slapped his alarm quiet and threw on his fluffy robe and slippers. He gripped the handle before hesitating, his brain finally remembering he no longer had a normal home. Who knows what Cin could be up to this morning, every day he found more triggers that would snap his conditioning into survival mode. He took a deep breath as he pushed the door open, hoping for the best that the young man would just get some much needed rest and- ....

The house was spotless, the floor was stained with way too much cleaner and every decoration had been adjusted to be symmetrical.

"Oh, good morning Mister Richard." Cin grogled, creeping into the kitchen while hugging a rather large vase. He was still wearing his pajamas, shorts and an oversized t-shirt. His legs trembled as he struggled to hoist the vase onto the table.

"Cin..." Richard put on his parent voice as he crossed his arms. Cin instantly froze like a deer in headlights, you could almost see his hair standing on its end. "Darling, we talked about this. When it's night time, it's sleep time, remember? How long have you been awake?"

Cin didn't answer, he didn't even turn around. "I-... Am just doing my duty as a guest in this house." He quietly murmured.

Richard let out a groan as he held the bridge of his nose. "What duty?! Cin, you don't have to do all of this! I keep trying to take care of you, and you keep jumping up in the middle of the night and-... Cin... You need to rest. You need to recover. I don’t think you understand how much you’re hurting yourself when you do stuff like this! This has to stop, today.”  He grabbed his shoulders, turning him around to find tears pouring down his face, his eyes blank. 

“Oh Cin-....” 

“Well ho-how am I s-suppose to pa-pay you back then? After everything you-you've done for me, I just can't keep up with you! I don’t want the payment to be taken in b-blood anymore!” He sobbed, burying his face in the palms of his hands. 

“No, no no no, that’s not what's happening, Cin please!” Before he could calm him down, Cin turned around and shoved the vase to the floor. The shatter blasted through the room, causing both of them to cringe. 

“Th-th-there! Is that what y-you want-t-ted? You sh-should have just s-said so!” He sobbed, collapsing to his knees dangerously close to the shards. “Cin, get up! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Richard shouted. 

Cin’s eyes went wide with confusion, his head slowly cranking up until their eyes meant. “But... Isn’t that the p-point?” 

Richard was far past the stage of calming him down. Right now, he was just trying to keep him from hurting himself. He ignored Cin offering up his scarred arms for punishment, instead, grabbing them and pulling him around his neck bridal style in his arms. He yelped in surprise, but instantly latched on.

“M-mister Richard I do-don’t underst-stand!” He sobbed into his neck. “I know, sweetheart... It’s okay. I’m sorry.” He whispered, sitting down on the couch with him on his lap, brushing his hand down his hair. Cin just kept begging ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ over and over again as Richard let him cry it out. 

Eventually, he laid slack against his chest, occasionally sniffling with a tiny whimper.

“Mister Richard?” He rasped. “Yes dear?” He took a shaky breath, knowing Cin could probably feel it from his position. “...Why are you crying?” He asked. 

“What?” Richard blinked, realizing a cheek was wet with tears. His face went red when he noticed Cin had poked his head out, staring up at him with wide concerned glossy eyes. Richard quickly wiped the tear away, nervously chuckling. “I um... I’m fine, I’m just..." He stuttered, finding it hard to look into the man's eyes that watched expectantly.

"Well I’m scared. I’m scared that I’m doing the wrong thing, and I’m hurting you more than I’m helping you.” He sniffled, having to wipe another tear that came.  

Cin got quiet as he cuddled back up against his shoulder. “I’m scared too. ...  I’m scared that being in your life, I'm nothing but trouble for you. A burde-” - “-NO! No, Cin, don’t you even think like that.” Richard instantly pulled him tight against his chest, holding him protectively like the world itself was a threat towards him. 

“You’re so precious to me, more than anything in this world.” His voice cracked at the end, the first time he had ever broke in front of him. He realized at this moment, there really was nothing he wouldn’t do for him. He knew him best and he wouldn’t dare trust anyone with even a hair on his head.

“Uhh, M-mister Richard?” Cin muttered.

“yes?”

“You’re suffocating m-me.”

“OH! I'm so sorry!” He gasped, instantly letting loose as they both couldn't contain their laughter. 

@milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101  @happy-whumper @as-a-matter-of-whump @alien-octopus @unicornscotty  @yesthisiswhump @flower-whump @whitebluebell @shokuhoemisaki @thewhumpwolf

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ  Thank you for reading!

[night-rhea]

An Angel/Demon au but more like im remaking whole HP universe that no one asked for but i did it anyway because i simply just h a d to...

Under cut for now because its just me rambling about it with no proper art. And its...long...

Okay you are here, are you ready??

At first, i wanted it to be some regular A.D. au that demons in hell and angels in heaven and they are enemies bla bla you know all that beautiful aus like that already

so welcome to my version of it, kinda crossover like.

In hp universe we have muggles - wizards/witches. I turned this into humans - angels/ demons. So humans are like muggles, living their life with no magic and no idea about it. Angels and demons are like wizards/witches, have magic and knows about humans. Angels and demons are not holy creatures, they belong in Earth and lives there.

Angels have light magic. They have white, bird like wings and that light magic comes from wing's feathers. Only most powerfull angels have ring on their heads (i really dont know its name...)Demons have dark magic. They have black, bat like wings and that dark magic comes from wing's scales. Only most powerfull demons have horns on their heads.

Light magic is creator, dark magic is destroyer. Simply, an angel can create a light, but cant make it disappear. A demon cant create a light, but can destroy it.

Because of that, most demon and angels works as team aand lives with each other. And a note, Hybrids cant exist, they simpy just demon or angel. Because dark and light magic destroy each other, one dominate other in every situation. (Also pureblood supremacists? They are still here, turned into all demon or

all angel families. Kinda still purebloods??)

Normally, angels and demons doesnt need to use wand to use their own magic. But they have it anyway. Why? To be able to use other magic kind that they dont have. Let me explain.

I thought it would be pain in the arse to live with not being able to basically cast Lumos but not Nox. Or opposite. So, im sure they would try to find a way to use other magic kind. Then i thought how???

Basic. An angel will have a wand that uses the power of demons wing's scale. A demon will have wand that uses the power of angels wing's feathers. Most impostant point is, actually that wands are just like in normal hp universe. To be able to use it as other magic kind, person need to power it up with feather/scale regularly. Because of that, every demon and angel has to donate some in periots, to Ministry. But some people like families or Aurors, ones that works as teams, they doesnt get it from Ministry, they get it from their partner. Because emotional bond between users makes is more powerfull. ıdk how, it just does because i want it jhgfdfghjkl also ✨magic✨

I think now i can move on Hogwarts and our Hphm characters. Thats where things gets exciting jhgfdfghjk.

There is just two houses now, for demons and angels (I couldnt find a name for them so if you have l e t m e k n o w p l s).

Demons, main color on uniform is black, as a second color person can choose one or two of cold colors (basically shades of blue,green and purple). House symbol is Dragon SİMPLY BECAUSE İ WANT AND İ CAN?? but also it has similiar wings with demons.

Angels, main color on uniform is white, as a second color person can choose one or two of warm colors (basically shades of red, orange and yellow). House symbol is Abraxan because wings and its light colors

Here a simple drawing of Talbott as angel and Rowan as demon, just because i wanted to see something about au. Also i didnt think about uniform much, so there is a chance i can make it more beautiful. ALSO i made Rowan demon because how they are mc's house, i mean they need to in mc's kind, but you feel free to change this if u want

. Im not happy with drawings b u t i didnt think about them much. so. dont judge meee.

And no robes OR different dress code based on gender. No one wants robes or skirts while flying. NO ROBES AND SKİRTS AS UNİFORM. Thank you :)

Nooow are you ready to learn what i think of who is angel who is demon??? İf you have another ideas let me know plss

Demons: Night, Cordell, Tonks, Tulip, Andre, Merula, İsmelda, Bill, Jae, Skye, Murphy, Snape, McGonnagal, Madam Hooch.

Angels: Penny, Chiara,Diego, Badeea, Talbott, Barnaby, Charlie, Ben, Liz, Erika, Orion, Dumbledore, Flitwick, Sprout.

Normally student get sorted by hat in their house, in first year. İn that au, student get sorted in their team.

İn hogwarts, every demon has one main partner, an angel. And one secondary partner, another demon. Same goes as angels. And anegl have one main demon partner and secondary angel partner. Main partners makes the real team.

İt sounds little complicated, so allow me to give an example.

Night is demon. Their main partner is Talbott -angel- and secondary partner is Rowan -demon- The team is Night-Talbott. Rowan and Talbott has really nothing jhgfghjk.

I come up with everyones teams, but telling it like this would be hard, i will just write it like that:

Night-D-: Talbott-A- and Rowan-D-

Simple right??? Okay im starting, it might be confusing so maybe take a break before it?? Idk i felt bad for making this post s o long...

Night-D-: Talbott-A- and Rowan-D-

Talbott-A-: Night-D- and Badeea-A-

Rowan-D-: Ben-A- and Night-D-

Ben-A-: Rowan-D- and Diego-A-

Badeea-A-: Npc-D- and Talbott-A-

Cordell-D-: Barnaby-A- and Andre-D-

Barnaby-A-: Cordell-D- and Liz-A-

Andre-D-: Npc-A- and Cordell-D-

Liz-A-: Npc-D- and Barnaby-A-

Tulip-D-: Diego-A- and Tonks-D-

Tonks-D-: Charlie-A- and Tulip-D-

Charlie-A-: Tonks-D- and Npc-A-

Diego-A-: Tulip-D- and Ben-A-

Penny-A-: Skye-D- and Chiara-A-

Chiara-A-: Ismelda-D- and Penny-A-

İsmelda-D-: Chiara-A- and Merula-D-

Merula-D-: Npc-A- and İsmelda-D-

Last thing i wanna talk about it is, classes! İn that au, classes are karma -angel and demons are together- but differently than original hp universe, there is one angel and one demon teacher in class.

İn charms, while Flitwick teaches Lumos to angels, Mcgonnagal teacher Nox to demons. Sooo

Charms: Flitwick-A- and McGonnagal-D-

Transfiguration: McGonnagal-D- and Sprout-A-

Herbology: Sprout-A- and Snape-D-

Potions: Snape-D- and Flitwick-A-

Madam Hooch-D- teaches every first year to fly properly and she still quidditch referee

I think thats the everything i have in my mind. For now. I hope i explained it good, aaand i hope i didn't explode your brain with all details :((

If you read aaaall of it,tell me what you think about it! Au's are more fun if more people knows about it!

[pebiejeebies]

ITS ME

IT MEEE

ITS CABBY

ME IS CABBY

CABBY

*C A P T U R E S*

posts are hopefully gonna be active again. anyways, Cabby's design for the ii rw au!!

[45paperplates]

More about Olivia Rodrigo: On her Voice

It’s been almost a month since Olivia Rodrigo’s album came out and since my obsession shows no sign of fading soon I might as well put it to good use. From the beginning I’ve been captivated by her uncanny ability to express emotion through her voice but now I’m starting to realize how fully strange her voice actually is, that emotional dexterity requires originality which is necessarily weird. The strangeness is subtle because it is centralized, and so the songs can have an uncanny core with a very familiar pop ballad shell.  

In the final chorus of “traitor” she holds the last syllable of that word through three ascending notes, starting with the “er” sound of the word’s typical American pronunciation and through the next two beats progressively opening the sound to an eventual hard “ah,” effectively leaving the word behind altogether and never fully pronouncing it. She often seems to insist, against conventional wisdom, on incorporating speech sounds into her singing, talking when she should be singing, and here, screaming when she should be enunciating.

I must assume that this is because of an intuitive need for specificity in expression, a particularly tricky and treacherously precise specificity here. This song is about her dissatisfaction with what is truly a very normal occurrence, an ex-partner moving on to another relationship faster than would be expected: a common human behavior and always ripe to be explained away by whomever might find comfort in doing so. The perpetrator never feels they have done wrong and so she risks attacking her listeners themselves if she missteps. It’s as if her despairing, elemental sense of unfairness is being squeezed through the tiniest of openings, between petulance on one side and self-doubt on the other. The word “traitor” itself isn’t specific enough to get through this hole, and therefore must be refined further. The same goes for her pronunciation of “paranoid” earlier in the song.

She plays around a lot at the low end of her voice, often touching the unsingable, and if not quite doing so affecting a strained raspiness and phlegmy chest tone that I can only describe as something like a groan of mourning (the descending “said it first to meee” on “happier”), an utterly inappropriate, almost perverse inclusion in a teenage heartbreak ballad, enough to upset the dignity of less empathetic and more socially-experienced listeners.  

She begins “deja vu��� with another kind of breathy low voice that slides around over the vocal cords and at times ceases to vibrate them entirely, a sort of wide-open piecemeal mixture of air and depth I personally associate with (in a much more pronounced form of course) Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World,” another perverse reference juxtaposed sound-collage style against the eye-wideningly unprompted falsetto that follows it, an acrobatically angelic sort of performance that would be sweet in a more expected setting but is here I think almost sickeningly pitiful in its objectively unjustified strain. Taken altogether this jump-cut from repose to borderline cringe must be diabolically calculated to exist at all, expressing the long-ruminated-upon pain of a supervillain, the kind of supervillain that people are always identifying with. The pregnant “huh?” just before the drums kick in isn’t really a question at all, although it is written into the song that way, because it is so overwhelmingly automatic, trance-like, involuntary. Olivia sings this whole first verse and chorus as if she has no other choice but to be wrong, as if she knows there is something fundamentally false about her accusation, as if she really doesn’t want to know at all the answer to the song’s question, but she is broadly compelled by her nature to ask against her will, by fate, by the self. It’s cosmic tragedy, not necessarily lyrically, but definitely vocally.

In case I sound like a nutjob I can provide proof of her interest in performing on just such a cosmic stage. “Rebel Without a Clue,” apparently written and performed when she was fifteen years old, apes a certain kind of singer-songwriter yearning so well that it took me a while to realize its lyrics are so vague as to border on meaninglessness. That is not bad at fifteen of course, but I think it is also proof of a voice-before-words tendency in her songcraft that will only benefit from further simplicity of lyrics and complexity of expression as she matures.

The song centers around “will I ever shake hands with time?” a line too louded and conceptually labyrinthine to carry the weight here that it could, but appropriate completely to the elevated intensity of the performance. She begins the song around a single held high note that she bends every which way, rather stubbornly refusing to turn it into a substantial melody, as if that would be crass. When she says “drink up my friend, my potion of emotion” or “I’m a rebel without a clue,” I don’t really know what these have to do with shaking hands with time necessarily, but they are related purely by the sustained tone in which they are sung.  

If anything though, the song’s vagaries can only suggest together an existential subject, about the pain of participation and the struggle for an alternative:

Let’s sit, watch the trains all derail They want me to learn Well they can sit and watch me fail

Here is an almost joyous refusal to accept the parameters of one’s existence, and the palpable pain of the song comes from the reality that this voyeuristic pleasure at the expense of the world cannot be maintained statically but has to be achieved by an act of renunciation that is sometimes impossible or cruel. She feels, in other words, guilt. Pleasure and rage come from the temporary success and inevitable failure of any attempt to avoid fate, and sadness swallowing both comes from the regret of having attempted to do so in the first place. “I don’t really know who I am / And now you want me to change.” She sounds guilty for having even asked the simple question, “sitting in my room, what’s it all about?” as though questioning one's surroundings weren't one of the most basic human behaviors.

It is the mixture of this search for pure identity and regret for its failure in all of her best vocal performances--focused so far mostly but by no means necessarily around an attempt to find identity in another person--that makes her sing in the subtle but erratic way that she does, because to regret the past and yet simultaneously repeat it in real time is both fundamentally absurd and extremely normal. Just as I described her initially, the stranger she sounds, the more she sounds like herself. Thusly she can make this obtuse metaphysical quest sound as it should, like the most obvious and deeply relatable thing to hear in the world; like an image of basic, unstoppable, irrational desire; like pop music.

[dolls-self-ships]

Hey! It's me, the anon who told you I was planning on making an nsfw blog. I still haven't done it but I'll give myself a nickname for now anyway, is candy anon taken?

Anyway, man that rlly sucks that the actor for hades is like that, im sorry :( sometimes i go to my f/os' actors when I get tired of f/os (since I think about them every day for weeks on end fjdjdj) and I just simp for them instead. They're both sweet guys and man someday i'd like to tell you all the deets if it doesn't bother you because I s i m p lol. But also because theres not much content for my f/os in canon or online selfship stuff (havent found any imagines for them whatsoever) I watch the actors' movies and sometimes they'll do a little thing and I'll be like "OMMGG could you imagine MY BOYS saying that to MEEE" and close my eyes and pretend it's them :3 its good for when my imagination or love for my f/os decides to take a vacation (thats something I feel bad about happening but what can ya do :( ) anyway I hope you have a great night/day wherever you are

sure thing! I think you’d be the first anon to give yourself a name, so yeah go ahead ❤️

Personally I can’t relate with the actor thing, but you do you my love! Sometimes I do listen to interviews of my f/os voice actors to pretend it’s them talking though <3 As for James, don’t worry about it (even though everything he stands for repulses me).

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Officer Cutie Pants

Anon Request: Can I do a request on our sweet little detective, where he frisks, cuffs, and has a lot of physical contact with the reader, maybe some light hearted smut at the end? :P

A/N: This became a story, but I hope it still satisfies your request. I tried some third person for a change bc I get bored with “Y/N” and “you.” However, there are some places where I had to use a “Y/N,” but I did try to limit it. Feedback welcome, as always, especially if you are like omg stahhp this is way too much “she/her” and “you” flows better sis👏

WC: 6087

Warnings: Reference to a jackass in a club who doesn’t know what “no” means, minor physical violence of said jackass, SMUT (18+ please)

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Mike hides his laugh behind his hand as Baxter’s girlfriend pushes her ass into her boyfriend, grinding back into him as he tries his best to still her hips. His forearms are strained with effort as he holds her at bay.

“Y/N. Get. In. The. Car,” Baxter growls out before adding a quiet, “Please.”

“Youuu are gonna have to cuff meee,” she sings, twirling in his arms and wrapping her hands around his neck. “Andstuffme,” she loudly whispers, causing Mike to laugh as Baxter looks ready to die on the spot.

The night had been a fairly quiet patrol, so when Mike and Baxter got a call for a drunken disturbance outside of a nightclub in their area, they both sat up a little straighter as their adrenaline kicked in. Baxter’s breath hitched as he remembered something, his palms all of a sudden very sweaty; he rubbed them over the starchy fabric of the uniform pants that covered his thighs, and Mike glanced over from the driver’s seat.

“What is it?”

“Y/N is there tonight—I just … I’ve got that feeling. Something’s happened.”

Mike’s foot pressed harder on the accelerator as he flipped on the siren.

“Hey, Mike!” she calls, suddenly aware of his presence. “Bax is bein’ a loatboad of nofun.”

“A loatboad, huh,” Mike says as he walks over, his arms crossing as he looks down from his substantial height of 6’5 at both Baxter and Baxter’s girlfriend.

“I can handle this,” he says, glancing up at Mike before returning his eyes to his girlfriend’s face.

He grasps her wrists and removes her hands from his neck, gently pushing her back. She giggles and leans against the cruiser, her head tilting up to look at the night sky.

She is absolutely drunk off her ass, along with at least three of the five friends she had been partying with.

“I wanna press charges against that bi—”

“Careful, sir,” Mike says, cutting off a guy who is almost the same height as himself, except it looks like this guy currently ran his nose into a doorframe. “You wanna tell me what happened here?”

Mike maneuvers his body to block Baxter from the view of the guy who is now insisting that Bax’s girlfriend assaulted him.

“I’ll tell ya wha’ happened!” she interjects, raising her head from its spot on the car and struggling again.

“Tell me what happened,” Baxter says, moving so that his back is to Mike’s, further distancing her from the man claiming assault.

Her eyes are filled with a wild anger until she realizes her boyfriend is the only thing she can see. She blinks, then grins at him.

“Le’s go downtown, Officer Baxty-Babe. I’ll take my pants off ‘n you can do that thing you do that makes me—”

“Please, please stop, sweetheart. You need to focus and explain what happened, or I am going to have to arrest you. Which means mountains of paperwork,” Baxter explains, moving to try to capture her gaze long enough to hold her attention. “Which means it will be a week before I can do that thing to you again,” he adds in a low voice, pulling a wide smile from her as her bloodshot eyes finally settle on his again.

Staring intently into Baxter’s eyes always makes her feel like she is being scrubbed raw. His eyes look dark in the dim light of the street, but they still hold that same pull that had initially attracted her. She quickly found out that dating a cop was hell, constantly worrying about what might happen to him, and after an initial few months of swearing she was going to break it off, and Baxter showing her why she shouldn’t, she acquiesced and let herself fall ridiculously in love with him.

Which suddenly occurs to her to say.

“Iloveyousomuch,” she gushes, her eyes filling with tears. “You’re so sexy ‘n smart ‘n officery ‘n I jus’ looove you.”

Baxter blinks, a long, slow blink of patience, and releases his grasp on her wrists. He moves his hands to her face and asks her not to cry.

“‘M not cryin’!” she declares, laughing as she flings herself into Baxter’s arms, finally able to make full body contact with him, her hands travelling south to grasp his ass at an incredibly high rate of speed before he snatches up her wrists again.

“Stop!” Baxter says loud enough to make her freeze, the tears she swore she didn’t have in her eyes returning.

“Okay,” she mumbles, stepping back and going slack against the car, so slack that she just keeps sliding until she’s sitting on the ground, her ass suddenly cold as it connects with the asphalt.

Gracie and Kendra move forward to help their friend, but Baxter holds out his hand, stopping them.

With a sigh, he kneels, thankful his girlfriend can’t make any more sudden moves.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently. “Please tell me what happened.”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Can’t.”

“You can’t remember?”

“I re’mber.”

“Then why can’t you tell me?”

She finally looks up, sniffling but not yet crying.

“You’ll kill ‘em.”

Baxter’s fingers flex as he suddenly realizes he should’ve trusted that feeling in his gut all along. He looks up at Gracie and Kendra, and they are frowning.

“Did you see what happened?”

“Not until after she hit him—but it was for a good reason, Bax,” Kendra answers.

Baxter turns his attention back to his girlfriend.

“If you told the girls, you can tell me, too.”

“Gonna kill him ‘n you’ll lose your job—”

“I am an officer of the law, Y/N,” Baxter says, his voice even and soothing, the exact opposite of how he really felt. “I took an oath to protect and serve. The least I can do is protect the woman I love.”

Gracie hiccups as tears fill her eyes and she softly says, “He won’t kill ‘em—ya gotta tell him anyway.”

Too drunk to have felt Baxter’s shift in demeanor from one of embarrassment to controlled anger, she feels reassured by Gracie’s appeal.  

“Tell me what happened,” Baxter requests again in the same soothing voice, his eyes trained on her face as she looks slightly over his shoulder and into the small crowd that had gathered.  

“We were dancing. ‘N it was fine. All the girls. Guys too. Some guys, couple a guys. Some guys started dancing. Yes. Wasn’t even really payin’ attention, just dancing ‘n then one of em was pullin’ me away, tellin’ me he was taking me home ‘n I said no ‘n he wouldn’ listen so I hit em—just like you taugh’ me,” she finishes, suddenly happy again as her face splits into a wide grin as she mimicks her upward, palm-flat punch toward Baxter’s nose.

He grabs her hand in time to stop her from accidentally hitting him, but this time, instead of restraining her, he presses a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Good girl. Now, can you stay right here for me? Don’t move?”

“I like it here. ‘S comfy,” she says patting the ground and leaning her head to the side.

Baxter’s movement is a blur as he brushes past Mike and starts in on the guy who apparently couldn’t understand the word no.

“Turn around. Put your hands behind your back,” Baxter says as he pulls his cuffs from his belt.

Mike is on immediate alert, ready to back up his partner. He acknowledges the backup officers who had arrived only a moment ago, and they work to push the crowd back.  

“What the fuck, man? I’m the one with the busted nose!”

“I said turn around,” Baxter growls as he steps forward, his eyes fixed on the guy’s face. “In my area, no means no.”

“I never touched her,” the guy says, an edge of panic creeping into his voice as he realizes he’s not going to be able to use the sympathy of a few fellow men. Neither Mike nor Baxter have any tolerance for men who don’t respect women, especially intoxicated and vulnerable ones, although it turned out that this guy’s target was not at all vulnerable.

“It was loud—I didn’t hear her. I swear, Officer,” the guy babbles as he complies to being cuffed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes dart back and forth

Mike steps forward and hooks Baxter’s elbow, angling him so he could lean down to his ear, “Bargain. Get him to drop the charge against Y/N if we let him off with a misdemeanor disturbance. Guy doesn’t have a record.”

Baxter’s eyes turn up to Mike’s and they are hard, unwavering, but Mike doesn’t look away. Under his partner’s gaze, Baxter’s anger falters and logic takes hold again.

“Interview Y/N’s friends while he cools his heels in the backseat. I’ll check in with the bouncer to make sure he’s never had an issue with the asshole before.”

Mike nods and is once more greeted by a cheer as he approaches Baxter’s girlfriend, a few of her friends joining in this time, making Mike grin and shake his head yet again. Meanwhile, Baxter walks the guy in custody to the backup’s cruiser and puts him in the backseat.

At least she’s okay, he thinks before he begins to clean up this mess of a night.  

*  *  *  *  *

Groaning, Baxter’s girlfriend lifts her head from the mattress between the two pillows she had fallen onto when she passed out. She has a vague recollection of her friends helping her into bed, but at the moment, much of the night was a blur.

Rolling over, she thinks hard.

Dancing. Lots of dancing.

Shots. More shots than dancing.

God, what got into me?

There is a rustling and a few thunks from the kitchen that make her sit up in bed, her heart picking up speed as she listens.

“Hello?” she calls, wondering if Gracie, Kendra, or Eliza had spent the night.

Clutching her blanket to her chest, she holds her breath as heavy footsteps scuffle down the hall.

Baxter appears in the bedroom doorway, a smile on his face and an apology for scaring her on his lips.

“You did scare me! Last night … bit of a blur,” she sighs as she lays back down.

“How much of a blur?” he asks as he moves farther into the room, his hands settling into the pockets of his gray sweats. He still has on his sneakers, and he’s wearing a black, LAPD t-shirt from the 5-k run the county hosted a few weeks ago.

She’s quiet for a moment and then sits up with a gasp, her eyes wide as she begs Baxter to tell her she’s wrong.

“I didn’t … oh my god. Please say I didn’t. That guy’s nose. OH. MY. GOD. I tried to—while you were on duty. Oh god, Bax. I’m so sorry!”

Baxter only smiles a little.

“So you remember it all?”

“The details are a little hazy—what happened to the guy I … bopped?”

“It was a little more than a ‘bop,’” Baxter says, pulling his hands from his pockets to make air quotes.

“I think I may have overreacted,” she says as she bites her lip, realizing that her mouth tastes like a drifter took a bath in it.

“The bouncer corroborated that he got pushy. It’s club policy to kick anyone out that makes physical contact, though. Apparently, you didn’t like that.”

Closing her eyes, she thinks back and remembered issuing quite a string of profanity as the bouncer escorted her out.

“Who called the cops?”

“The guy you slugged. Guess he has a modeling gig next week and no insurance. He wanted the ‘crazy bitch’ who hit him to pay for the damage she caused to his livelihood.”

“He was a model?” she asks, her lip turning up in confused disagreement. “No way.”

“Way,” Bax replies, sitting down gently on the edge of the bed.

Her eyes squint as she thinks hard about what transpired, frowning as she looked to Baxter’s face. It is still fixed in what she calls his “cop face.” His features neutral, his mouth closed and his eyes alert as he waits for her to talk—he has the patience of a saint, which makes him a damn good policeman.

“We were all dancing—a big group of us. The guys came up and pulled a few shots from the floating tray for us. I was feeling pretty stellar by then anyway, but I remember the feeling of his fingers closing over my wrist—tugging me away from the dance floor. I told him I had a boyfriend, but he shrugged. It was that fucking shrug. He pulled on my wrist again, and the rest is a blur—I do remember the way it felt when my palm connected with his nose—shit! I have a bruise!” she exclaims, looking at the bright patch on the heel of her palm.

Baxter’s eyebrow rises and he scoots closer, reaching out to take her hand in his to examine her palm.

“Are you mad at me? I don’t blame you if you are.”

Baxter closes his eyes for a moment, then raises her palm to his lips, pressing gently into the bruise.

“No. I’m not mad, sweetheart.”

“Am I in trouble?”

Baxter chuckles, his lips vibrating against her palm.

“Would I be here about to cook you a big hangover breakfast in my sweats instead of my uniform if you were?”

“I feel like I’ve sullied your sacred uniform,” she says, her grin shy before splitting into one of joy. “Wait—did you say breakfast?”

“Mmhmmm.”

“You are the best boyfriend in the universe!”

“I know. And I also know you will somehow think of a way to repay me for the merciless roasting I took at the station when Mike opened his dumbass mouth.”

“I will kill him. I don’t care how big he is.”

“You’ve clearly proven what a tigress you are,” Baxter replies, his face becoming more open as he relaxes, knowing that his girlfriend really is okay after the ordeal.

“Just you wait,” she says, her headache momentarily forgotten as she darts toward the bathroom.

“I shower … you cook!”

Baxter smiles and shakes his head as he stands and makes his way back to the kitchen.

As soon as the bathroom door shuts and she flicks on the light, she remembers her hangover. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pops a few ibuprofen and scoops up some water from the running faucet. Unable to take the dirty feeling any longer, she brushes her teeth as she turns the shower on and lets it get hot.

About 20 minutes later, she emerges from her bedroom, showered, comfily dressed, and feeling mostly human, to the smell of bacon and coffee.

Baxter is pushing around eggs in her skillet as she walks over to him, bacon on the burner beside the eggs, and another skillet of potatoes sizzling on the back burner. Standing behind him, she pops her chin onto his shoulder and slides her hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“You smell good,” Baxter says through a smile that she can only hear.

“So do you,” she purrs as she turns into his neck and nuzzles, enjoying the slight stubble along Baxter’s jawline that meant he had gotten ready in a rush to come and see her.

“Is that so?”

“Shut up,” she bites back playfully, her hands moving to grip his strong thighs from the inside of his pockets. “You know you smell better, look better, and are an infinitely better human than any idiot fuckboy in a club who thinks ‘I have a boyfriend’ is a challenge.”

She feels Baxter chuckle again, and as he steps slightly to the right, she pushes her hands deeper into his pockets, inadvertently exposing a strip of his stomach between his boxer-briefs and his t-shirt.

“Hey—if I get a third degree burn from bacon grease on my junk, I am going to be pissed at you.”

Laughing, she relinquishes her boyfriend and moves to pull down two mugs for coffee.

“You are so sexy, Mister Officer. I can’t help myself—as we clearly learned last night,” she banters back with a slight eyeroll at her own behavior.

“Can I ask you something?”

She puts Baxter’s coffee on the counter closest to where he’s scrambling the eggs, and then leans into the edge before replying, “Of course.”

“Why were you so shitfaced last night? I’ve seen you have a good time, but that seemed … out of character. Or maybe not? I’m just curious.”

“It’s a very legit question, Bax. And you’re right … a little out of character for me.”

Pausing, she takes a sip of her coffee. Baxter turns the burner off for the bacon and moves it from the heat. He turns the potatoes down before running his spatula through them, making sure they don’t burn. Sitting her coffee down, she moves to a cupboard to grab a plate and a few papertowels.

“Sometimes I just want to get fucked up. I wanna not worry for a night. Not overthink. Let the constant yammering in my head take a night off, ya know?”

Baxter nods and asks for two bowls for the scrambled eggs and the potatoes. She moves to the cupboard again and pulls out two white bowls, ones that are just a little bigger than the cereal bowls.

“Any particular worries?”

“Work, always.”

“I feel you on that one,” Baxter replies as he looks around for a serving spoon.

She reads his search and reaches into the drawer to pull one out.

“Toast?” he asks.

“Oh yes. I need all the carbs to quell the queasy.”

As she carries the bacon and eggs to her small in-kitchen table, she says quietly, “And you. Pretty much always.”

Baxter clicks the toaster down and turns to look at his girlfriend, his eyes narrowed and his lips a little tight.

“Me, huh?”

Chewing slightly on the skin behind her lower lip, she crosses to the toaster and leans on the counter opposite of Baxter.

“We talked about this when we first started dating, but I didn’t realize how consuming it would be. I think about the what ifs all the time. I love you. What would I do if—"

“Hey, hey,” Baxter says, cutting her off as he moves into her body, his hands coming up to cup her face.

In return, she slides her arms around his waist, her fingers moving under his t-shirt to touch the bare skin of his back.

Baxter and Y/N look at each other for a long moment before he closes the distance and kisses her, his lips forming perfectly against hers in a tender moment of genuine affection.

When Baxter pulls back, he holds her gaze as he says, “Imagine how I felt hearing that call come in for a club I knew you were at. When I saw you standing outside, I thought I was gonna be sick.”

She looks into Baxter’s eyes, and then both of them jump as the toaster pops, both of them uttering a soft giggle.

Bax presses a quick kiss to her forehead before pulling the toast out and setting it on a plate. She lines herself up behind him again and kisses between his shoulder blades over his t-shirt.

“Let’s both try to worry less.”

“I’m more concerned for any … what did you call him? Idiot fuckface?”

“Boy,” Y/N says, laughing. “Idiot fuckboy.”

“Fuckboy who tries to steal you away.”

“Never, ever gonna happen.”

“Even though I make you worry, like, all the time?”

“You’re worth it—you just may have to answer a few more what are they called? 213s?”

Baxter laughs, his teeth flashing, “Shit, sweetheart. If I had to answer a 213 for you, I think that would be the end of our relationship.”

“What’s a 213?”

“Use of illegal explosives.”

“Oh! Well, then. Nevermind. What’s the whatever I was code?”

“You came in as a 415 and a probable 390.”

“Oooh two codes! Yay me!”

Baxter is still smiling as he sits down catty-corner from his girlfriend.

“A drunken disturbance—pretty typical for a club call. Sorry to disappoint.”

After scooping half of the scrambled eggs onto her plate, she looks at Baxter with sincerity and says, “Thank you for not arresting me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong—technically.”

“I’m still thankful.”

“And you’re still gonna repay me,” Baxter says, his voice low and his eye shutting with an exaggerated wink.

Laughing, she shakes her head as she takes a big bite of eggs and reaches for the bacon.

“I’m more inclined to fuck you into next week for making this amazing breakfast.”

Baxter’s lips pull down in an exaggerated frown as he shrugs before declaring, “Or we could read this as two separate thank-yous from the tigress. She can feel free to make an appearance whenever she likes.”

“As if I need a reason, Bax.”

Their eyes meet for a moment before Baxter clears his throat, grinning as he tucks into his breakfast.

Conversation flows easily between the two of them, and soon enough, both are leaning back in their chairs, sipping the last dregs of their coffee.

“How’s your hangover?”

“Mostly cured, I believe,” his girlfriend says from over the rim over her mug.

“You going to the gym?”

Baxter shrugs, his fingers drumming on the table.

“In that case,” she says, standing up slowly from her chair, “I think we oughta treat ourselves to a lazy day … in bed.”

“I like … the sound of that,” Baxter replies slowly, taking his girlfriend’s proffered hand. “I did have a really long night. Some drunk broad came on to me while I was arresting her.”

She spins around, feigning offense, and Baxter laughs, his hands whipping to her sides to tickle her. She bats at him and speeds down the hallway to her bedroom, pausing to turn only to be met with a body full of her boyfriend as he tackles her onto the bed.

Still laughing, they look at each other for a moment as their smiles quietly slip into an intense kiss. They both taste like coffee and bacon, their shared meal a reminder of their shared lives.

Baxter settles between her legs, his growing hardness evident through the forgiving material of his sweatpants.

She is dressed only in sleep shorts and a thin t-shirt, so when she pushes her hips into his, she moans at the friction when he bucks back into her.

Baxter’s lips kiss at her chin before he nudges her jaw up by tangling one strong hand in her hair and pulling.

Her lips part with a silent sigh as he kisses down her neck, soft, slow, long kisses where he presses the whole of his full lips against her skin before moving down a fraction to repeat the action. The feeling of his lips on her skin has always driven her wild and today is no exception.

She knows she’s already wet, but she doesn’t want to be needy for him. She keeps thinking back to Baxter’s banter in the kitchen and wondering if it really did hide an insecurity: perhaps he needs some reassurance that he is the sexiest man she has ever been with, that no “model” will ever turn her head when she knows she is coming home to Baxter. Her drunken teasing last night outside of the club meant nothing; she was out of her mind.

But right now—right now, she is here and more than willing to show him how important he is to her.

With a growl, she pushes at Baxter’s shoulders causing him to look up with heavy, confused eyes. With every ounce of lust she feels, she flips Baxter over and straddles him, thrusting her hands in his hair and mimicking his earlier tug of her own head.

“I want you.”

Pulling even tighter on his thick curls, she flattens along his body and starts to nip along his jaw, the stubble chaffing her lips and scratching against her teeth as she mouths at him before moving down his neck.

She licks along the strong muscle and settles into the indentation between the muscle and his windpipe to suck at little patches of skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for Baxter to shiver as he wonders if it will.

She works her way down to the exposed skin at the neck of his t-shirt, pulling on the fabric with her teeth before sitting up so she can maneuver him out of it.

Baxter lays back slowly, propped on his elbows as his girlfriend swirls her hips against his bulge. His mouth falls open and a sigh escapes as she pushes him down again.

He’s fit; his lean muscles standing out enough to make her lick her lips in appreciation and run her hands over his pecs, kneading them before lightly pinching his nipples into stiff peaks. He’s sensitive, everywhere, which always makes their time in the bedroom all the more satisfying.

She flattens her body along his again, his cock now pressing into her stomach as she leans down to kiss across his chest, moving to his right nipple to pinch it between her teeth.

Bax moans and reaches to run his fingers through her hair, pushing it out of the way so he can see her lips on his skin.

Flicking her tongue, she plays with his nipple before moving to the left one to repeat her ministrations, her right hand back to kneading that strong muscle before sliding up to his shoulder and back again.

He has soft skin, mottled with freckles that make her want to kiss them all every time she sees them and a thin smattering of hair on his chest that scratches lightly against her lips as she continues to kiss his chest before following his happy trail to his stomach.

Humming in the back of her throat with pleasure, her tongue swirling through the trail of softer hair, Baxter can barely control his hips. They are desperately trying to rut against her body, and she has a strong feeling he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.

Sitting up slightly, she places her hands on his hips and pushes down.

“Behave for me or you’ll spoil all the fun.”

Baxter looks down, his face the perfect picture of debauchery: cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, and indentations on his bottom lip where he’s been biting.

He blinks, long and slow as if coming out of a fog, then huffs out a tiny laugh, his hands moving up to run through his hair before settling behind his head.

Her eyes trail over the way his biceps flex and she can’t help but reach into the course hairs of his underarms, scratching just enough to make him twitch before she smirks and returns her hands to his stomach.

Moving her body lower, she’s straddling his lower thighs now, Baxter’s thick cock clearly visible beneath the grey fabric, and at this point, she’s barely able to stop herself from stripping and mounting him on the spot.

But she wants him to know how much she needs him and from this angle, he can watch her face, also flushed with swollen lips from kissing his torso, fill with an unabashed desire as she grasps the bulge of his dick.

Slowly, she squeezes, not quite wrapping her hand all the way around his covered length, but pressing into him and sliding upward, jerking him off in the most teasing manner she can manage until a spot of precum leaks through his underwear and stains the grey of his sweats an even darker grey.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me,” Baxter mumbles as his big blue eyes are flicking between her hand and her face, almost begging but not quite.

She takes hold of the waistband of his sweats and works them over his hips, Baxter lifting his ass off the mattress to help.

They repeat the process for his underwear, but she scoots down the bed to tug his clothes off. After pulling his socks off, too, she scratches her nails along the bottoms of his feet, making him jerk again, his face grinning as she pinches the big toe on each foot.

“So sensitive,” she breathes, her voice sultry.

She runs her fingers through the thick but soft curls of his leg hair, sliding them up and over his knees, slowing down only to push his thighs apart so his entire package is on display.

He’s so pretty, perfectly proportioned, and she reaches out with both hands to lightly grasp each testicle. She plays with the soft skin and watches Baxter’s cock jump as she applies more pressure, switching his balls to one hand so she can give them a good squeeze.

She takes the base of his dick in her other hand and very lightly begins to stroke him, once again watching the way her boyfriend responds to her touch and feeling the ache in her pussy which has become so pronounced that it feels like its throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

Sliding the thumb of her hand that was playing with his balls beneath them, she presses her thumb into his perineum and begins to move in firm, tiny circles, massaging him until his thighs are twitching and his chest’s rise and fall quickens.

She bends over now to take the tip of Baxter’s cock in her mouth, licking the precum from his slit first before closing over his head and lightly sucking. She slides her mouth over him, taking as much of his shaft as she can until Baxter begins to breathlessly plead.

“Stop—stop. I want to come inside your pussy.”

As if she couldn’t get wetter, the way Baxter’s mouth moves as he pleads sends a fresh wave of arousal to her center.

“Ride me, please. Wanna watch you.”

With a quiet groan at his words, she slides off the bed and strips out of her clothes. Baxter’s head turns to watch and he licks his lips before pulling on his worn, bottom lip, doing that thing that always makes her feel like a teenager again, crushing on the cutest boy she’d ever seen.  

Baxter shifts on the bed, adding another pillow behind him so he’s sitting up a bit more as his girlfriend straddles his hips. Still holding herself over him, she reaches between her legs and slides her fingers through her slickness.

Holding them up, coated in the evidence of her arousal, she murmurs, “Look at what you do to me, Bax,” before slipping them into her mouth.

“Kiss me,” he says, his eyes trained on her lips as she removes her fingers, the intensity of his gaze a bare beacon of his desire to taste her.

Leaning forward, she braces her palm on his chest as she kisses him, and with her other hand, she maneuvers his dick to her entrance, sliding down onto him, pulling his groan of satisfaction into her own mouth as she deepens the kiss.

“You feel so good,” she groans out as she breaks the kiss and stills her hips so she can just bask in the sensation of being filled up by the gorgeous man underneath her.

“So fucking good,” he answers.

After grabbing onto a fist full of dark curls and tilting his face up, she gives him a wicked smile as she starts to move, rising up and falling down at a teasingly slow pace.

She loves the feeling of control, but what she really loves is watching the way Baxter’s mouth falls open as he pants out his pleasure, his hands sliding over her hips and reaching up to grasp her breasts. He pulls on her nipples before he lets his hands fall to her hips again, silently encouraging her to bounce on his cock before asking again.

“Fuck me. Show me how much you want me.”  

All teasing is dispatched with as the room fills with the sounds of their pants and moans, both of them lost in the bliss of good sex between people who know what their partner likes and what their partner needs.

Her clit is swollen, aching for his touch and as he nears his orgasm she waits, patient, wanting him to come inside of her, wanting him to get lost in his own pleasure.

Baxter’s hand slides around and tries to touch her, but she grasps both of his hands and brings them to her breasts, squeezing them with him as she grinds into him, swirling her hips before rising and falling, repeating the motion until she can tell he’s about to come because his chest is red and when she steadies herself with one hand over his heart, she can feel it beating hard.

His hips buck up erratically into hers as his lips purse with an exhaled breath and he begins to groan, his face twisted into a magnificent ecstasy as he lets go, his hot cum shooting thickly all over her inner walls, the feeling something she would struggle to explain but nonetheless it’s a feeling that causes her eyes to close at the intimacy of it.

His heartbeat is slowing as she opens her eyes, unable to stop her smug grin at the way she’s left him damn-near cross-eyed after coming for her, but as he begins to wiggle out of her body, it’s clear he knows she needs him, really needs him, so Baxter pulls her to him as he flips her onto her back and quickly moves to between her thighs.

He admires his handywork for a moment, his thick fingers playing in their mixed arousal before he latches onto her clit and sucks. He glances up and her head is thrown back as her hands grasp her breasts; she looks like a goddess to Baxter as she pulls on her nipples and bites her lip, finally giving herself over to his mouth.

He releases the pressure and flicks his tongue rapidly over her clit before sucking again, this time, his suction pulling out her orgasm in a near-violent wave of release as his name echoes off the walls of her bedroom.

Baxter licks lightly at her clit, coaxing her down until her thighs press against his face, signaling him to stop. He presses a kiss to her mound, then to her stomach, right beneath her belly button before he presses a final kiss to her sternum and lays flat, his head nestled between her breasts.

She reaches down and swipes at the sweat along his hairline, running her hands gently through his hair.

“Mmm. Mmhmm,” Baxter sounds, and she can see his eyes are closed, his dark lashes resting prettily along the skin beneath his eyes.

“I think that was the best cure for a hangover I’ve ever had.”

“Not the bacon? Or potatoes?” he mumbles.

“No—definitely just you. You are the ultimate cure for a hangover.”

“Box me up and sell me. We’ll never have to work again.”

“Like I would ever fucking share that with any other human on earth. You’re mine, Officer Cutie Pants.”

Baxter laughs, his breath a warm puff across her skin. He twists his position, his chin now resting on her chest so he can smile at her, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“I’ll be only yours as long as you’ll be only mine.”  

“Hmm,” she replies, pressing her lips together in mock-thought. “I think forever sounds like a good amount of time.”

“Forever it is,” Baxter answers, pushing up to lean over her face, his kiss full of a gentle, loving warmth.  

* * * * *

Our fancy bean never wears sweats, so this is all I’ve got for reference material:

Special thanks to @sherlollydramoine for nurturing my muse at 2 am 💞 

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FLUFF

1.“Cuddle with me?“

2.“Baby are you drunk?“

3.“Aww“

4.“Can we get a Cat/Dog?“

5.“Please?“

6.“Good Morning Love“

7.“How was your Day Baby?“

8.“I love you“

9.“Will you Marry me?“

10.“Can we have a Baby?“

11.“Its Okay Baby“

12.“Calm down“

13.“I missed you“

14.“You are so cute“

15.“Are you sick?“

16.“Period “

17.“Showering“

18.“You are Perfect the way you are“

19.“You are Beautiful/Pretty“

20.“Don´t stare at me! / Stop staring at me!“

21.“Why are you awake?“

22.“Don’t worry“

23.“I just lost all my Uwu´s“

24.“Why are you sad?“

25.“Lets have a Movie Night“

26.“Lets go on a Date Baby“

27.“Give me Attention! Please?“

28.“5 more Minutes“

29.“I Love you more than I love myself“

30.“Stay. Please“

ANGST

31.“I’m sorry“

32.“It’s all your fault!“

33.“I hate you“

34.“I’m always wrong in your Eyes!“

35.“Please“

36.“Just listen to me“

37.“Cut the bullshit!“

38.“I don’t care!“

39.“Don’t fucking touch me“

40.“Stop being a bitch!“

41.“Get out of my sight!Now!“

42“I was wrong“

43..“Are you okay?“

44.“Are you going to keep ignoring me“

45.“Lets talk“

46.“I miss you“

47.“I can’t keep doing this“

48.“Why are you here?“

49.“How Many hours did you sleep last Night?“

SMUT

50.“Strip“

51.“Daddy“

52.“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad“

53.“Wanna Shower with me?“

54.“Behave“

55.“Baby Girl/Boy“

56.“Such a good Girl/Boy“

57“.Don’t Stop please“

58.“Does that feel good Princess/Price“

59.“Fuck, baby you’re so tight

60.“I can’t hear you“

61.“Don’t you dare to make a sound“

62.“P-please s-s-stop!“

62.“T-to M-Much...Daddy“

63.“Be patient“

64.“Open wide Baby“

65.“Stay still for me, princess“

66.“Tell me Baby....what do you want“

67.“On your knees...NOW“

68.“Swallow“

69.“You feel so good “

70.“So fucking pretty“

71.“Mine. Only mine“

72.“Scream my Name Baby Girl/Boy“

73.“Don’t you dare to cum until I say so“

74.“Cum for me, Baby“

75.“Choke me“

76.“Harder Daddy“

77.“You’re drooling“

78.“Who do you belong to?”

79.”You are so sexy”

80.”I Need you...Now“

Sleepy/Cozy prompts

81.“The bed is cold without you”

82.“I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long”

83.I’m sorry my bed is so old

84.“Carry me up to bed?”

85.“Can we at least still sleep in the same bed?”

86.“When you sleep, you snore.”

87.“You look so much softer, so much calmer, I wish you could see yourself as you sleep.”

88.“We could…take a nap together?”

89.“Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.” 

90.“I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it’s embarrassing but you made me feel safe.”

91.“You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?” “Of course”

92.“Your pillow smells like lavender”

93.“Goodnight love, I’ll see you in my dreams.”

94.“You smell like vanilla.”

95.“Will you carry me to bed?”

96.“Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep.”

97.“Stop moving I’m trying to sleep”

98.“It’s just a nightmare, it’s nothing real.”

99.“You should sleep in my bed more often.”

AUs

100.Historical 

101.Future 

102.Coffee Shop

103.Bar/Restaurant

104.Florist 

105.Tattoo Artist

106.Hospital 

107.Library 

108.Royal

109.Ghost

110.Time Travel

110.Neighbor/Roommate 

112.Bodyguard

113.Criminal 

114.Police

115.Prison 

116.High School 

117.College 

118.Teacher

119.Singer 

120.Dance/Ballet

121.Actor

123.Soulmate

124.Magic(Dragons,Fairy,etc...)

125.Werewolves/Vampires

126.Mermaids/Sirens

127.Angel/Devil 

128.Gods

129.Hybrid

130.Poly Relationship

Tropes

131.Sick/Injured

132.Scars

133.Baby/Child

134.Vacation 

135.Fake Dating/Married

136.Arranged Marriage 

137.Accidentally Married

138.Friends to Lovers

139.Enemies to Lovers

140.Masquerade Ball

141.Locked in a Room

142.Making Out

143.Bed Sharing  

144.Twenty-Four Hours to Live 

Kisses

145.'Kisses under the moonlight

146.Bloodstained kisses

147.Kisses in the dark

158.Soft kisses

159.Forehead kisses

160.Hair Kisses

161.Kisses in the Rain

162.Nose Kisses

𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

163.I think I am in love with you

164. can I kiss you

165.say that you like me back

166. you are too much for me

167. you are the only one for me

168.“ we need to breakup ”

169. “ can I have your number ”

170.“pleas don’t go ”

171. “..where do you want my hands ..”

172.“.. you are mine ..”

173. “.. he has no chance next to me..”

174. “.. you are my everything..”

174.“.. nothing is holding you from going ..”

175. “.. I don’t like you anymore ..”

176.“.. I am not happy anymore..”

177.“.. can I touch you there ?..”

178.“ … you love me don’t you?..”

179.“..i love your smell ..”

180. “… I have been waiting for you..:

181. ”..you are so beautiful..“

182. ”.. don’t call me baby girl ..“

183. ”..I am her boyfreind..:

184. “.. damn you look so sexy ..”

184. “ .. did I turn you on ..”

185. “..cuddle mee.. ”

186. “ it’s time to say goodbye then..”

187. “..can you be my first..”

188.“..I need you ..”

189.“.. you deserve better ..”

190. “.. I can’t stop loving you

191.”.. you make me weak..“

192.”..stay please ..“

193.”.. don’t talk to other boys ..“

194.”.. do you want to go out on a date with me..“

195.”.. you are the only one in my heart ..“

196.”..don’t compare yourself to them they aren’t you love..“

197.” I see myself in your eyes ..“

198.”..i love it when it rains..“

199.”..let’s take a break..“

200.”.. let me show you something ..“

201.”..can we just talk ..“

202.”..we are running in circles..“

203.”..pleaas talk to meee.. “

204.”…aren’t you snowing a lot of skin…“

205. ”..you are so comfy..“

206.”..I won’t break your heart ..“

207.”..I want us to be more than friends..“

208.”..dont ignore me ..“

209.”..you are just soo cute ..“

210.”..I ship us..“

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a reconstruction of the zoom chat during my geography class

im just representing everyone with like a letter (besides me) bc i dont wanna put actual names lol

me: we could probably have everyone be pretty ok if we eat the rich

s: lol

a: I would gladly eat the rich, although eating them defeats the purpose and human meat isnt that great. It would be easier and more sustainable to build a catapult and yeet the rich

me: yes absolutely

k: i agree ^^^^

e: yes

s: This is great

p: I just hope im dead before the world “ends”

k: nah mate if the world ends anytime soon i wanna see it

me: I mean the worlds already kinda ending but I’m hoping for zombies

p: I would agree if it was quick but its just slow and crippling

k: zombies are probably coming on halloween

me: that’ll be fun

y: yeah

k: heck yea im excited

a: theres got to be a sweet spot for the end of the world, too long and it just sucks after a while, too short you cant enjoy it. Then end of the would should be zombies for about 3 months, and then the sun blows up.

me: I wholeheartedly agree

a: painless, quick, and fun

e: yes

y: that would be both epic and terrifying

r: honestly the apocalypse sounds so fun

p: something like mad max will be cool

a: ANARchY

p: WITNESS MEEE

me: YES

r: ANARCHY SOUNDS GREAT

l: so what do we do tonight

k: arson (:

h: [K’s NAME]

r: yes <3

me: ARSON