#singing ‘will happen happening happened. will happen happening happened and…

[winndycakes]

Winndy Rambles And Gushes About Chuck Tingle

Wanted to ramble a little about one of my favorite authors, creators and overall just super rad people; Chuck Tingle.

Like many people, when I first heard of Chuck, I took him as some sort of meme. A troll, a joke, someone not to be taken seriously. After all, the majority of his works are "silly short erotica stories around dinosaurs, cryptids and even living concepts and items". How COULD this be serious? It's a question I asked before, years ago, and one that many still do to this day.

One holiday season, a friend had made a post on FaceBook saying "first five people to comment I'll gift you a book". So I did. The book I got was a physical copy of the "Space Raptor Butt Invasion Trilogy" by Chuck Tingle. Since I had a book of Tingle's now, I really had no excuse to not read it for myself.

Erotica normally isn't my thing (I'm pretty ace and grey aro too), but very quickly, I was charmed by the prose. As you read Chuck's stories, there's a fact that becomes very apparent. Chuck Tingle is a great writer, a really great writer. How he writes, how the words flow together, one sentence going into the next. The characters, the plot, the little bits of lore, dialogue and all he puts in... You quickly begin to see; this is NOT a joke.

It is not a meme. He is not trolling you. It is art. Passionate, sincere, genuine art. And it's beautiful. The more you read, the more definitive it gets.

I will admit, I have read aloud many a Tingler for friends and others in Discord servers, both to share my joy of Tingle with others, but also, it is fun to look at how different his works are. It's fine to laugh along with them even.

The moment that really was like... angels singing, light shining down and there's bishi sparkles and a heavenly soft pink background appearing for me though was the summer Chuck Tingle released on of his first full novella's; "Trans Wizard Harriet Porber and the Bad Boy Parasaurolophus". Like many, I was crushed and gutted at JKR's extreme turn to committing to transphobia (and of course the hindsight of realizing... the HP books and universe were not as kind and welcoming as I remembered growing up). So when Chuck Tingle (in one weekend mind you) came out with a 50k novel affirming trans people and their belonging in not just queer spaces, but being on this Earth, as fellow human beings, it was... affirming. It was the welcoming feeling I had gotten with the original HP books all those years ago, but it was real. (Also please read both Trans Wizard Harriet Porber books. They're delightful, fun and the magic system Tingle creates is so, so cool and interesting).

The next thing that got me just mega hype for Tingle was his first foray into horror; "Straight". "Straight" is Tingle's answer to the ever popular trope and genre of zombies and the apocalypse that comes with them, and what a fun turn of tables he takes on them. Zombies in the Tingleverse are not undead beings, they're not humans afflicted by a virus, instead a strange cosmic event happens once a year, when one night, all cishet people on Earth get this animalistic, violent urge to brutally harm and even kill all queer people. I won't get too spoilery about it but it is a very fun romp, and as someone who has been fatigued by zombies, it is a welcome new perspective.

Not long after this, Chuck came out with two full, traditionally published horror novels; "Camp Damascus" and "Bury Your Gays". Both are very different experiences in horror, both a joyful celebration of being queer and your authentic self even in the face of those looking to silence you, permanently if they must. I had the pleasure of meeting Chuck (twice!) while he was on tour for both of these books, getting my copies signed (along with my copies of the Trans Wizard duology and my beloved copy of the Space Raptor trilogy) and was able to tell Tingle myself just how important he is to someone like me; another queer autistic creator. (I was also one of the few people to win the little mini games he gave, twice, but that's a different story).

Ultimately that is what I am trying to get at. Growing up, and even for all of my 20s, there wasn't really someone like Tingle. Someone unabashedly authentic, themselves, queer, open and imo most importantly, joyously so. One is often told "just be yourself" but that can be hard to do when it seems like the world is against you for one reason or another.

Seeing a creator like Chuck shows how important it is to have such a presence in the world, and I was glad I got to tell him myself. I've had a lot of hardships in life, a lot of losses, a lot of grief, but someone like Chuck is there to tell you to keep trotting and remind you; Love Is Real.

And that's truly the ending message:

Love Is Real.

[seadeepspaceontheside]

I am always laughing on how that ending could have happened like that. Also I found out the ship name for Singed and Heimerdinger...Singerdinger

[cheeseceli]

Late wait

Pairing: idol!Lee Know × Gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, domesticity, drabble

Request: Lee know with a "waiting for us" kinda vibe. Just being together in their own place with lots of domestic fluff. Dancing whenever, seeing movies whenever...

Warnings: mentions of food, Minho is an idol, the cats and the boys are here as well, reader and him live together

A/n: I simply love to write domestic moments | daily click

Minho finds it funny how the most beautiful things in life are always the simplest.

Coming from someone whose life is full of luxuries, he could understand why someone would be skeptical about his statement, but he couldn't be more truthful than that.

He already saw thousands of different people, dressed in fancy suits and drank expensive wine. The places he already went to were sometimes covered in gold, and if not, they'd have a red carpet and sculptures everywhere. He's not going to lie and say these things are bad, or that he despises them. On the contrary, actually. However, when you live a life of "too much", you learn how to appreciate what is simple.

His cats stepping on his face to wake him up. All the times he went somewhere random to camp. Seungmin's burnt barbecue and Felix' brownies. You. All the things that made his life easy.

As much as he loves all those things, maybe he should highlight you a little bit more. It's only fair, since you are the one who plays the major role in making him feel alive.

When Minho thinks about you, he thinks about how he loves to wake up early before some morning schedule and see how you're sleeping peacefully next to him. You always ask him to wake you up before he goes, but he never finds the strength in himself to disrupt your dreams. You have a whole collection of little notes he put next to the bed, apologising for not saying bye, but promising to bring food whenever he's back.

He also remembers dance nights. As he is a professional dancer and an idol, he thought he wouldn't want to move a single muscle the moment he gets home. However, whenever he comes home to you singing some random song on the radio, it's impossible to not hold your hand and start swaying according to the rhythm. You don't know how to dance. When he's with you, he suddenly forgets how to as well. In the end, it's just two fools in love, dancing how your heart tells you to.

Movie nights where none of you had luck picking what to watch, so you'd just sleep mid the boring show. Cooking homemade dinner and noticing you ran out of all the ingredients, so you have to run to the market. Visiting his parents every Sunday. Staying in the entire weekend with the cats because that's so much better than going out.

There are dozens of little moments like those that Minho could talk about. None of them was particularly special - they were all things that happened every day. Maybe that was the magic of it. Living was easy with those moments, with you.

Now he was coming back home. The day was full of different events. Tiring, extravagant, but nice. He was smiling. But now he only wanted to come home to you. He knew you were staying up late so you could welcome him and ask him how the day was. And as much as you've waited, he'd hug you with his entire being and never let go.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: kiss me (more)

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

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Dividers by @adornedwithlight | images 1, 2 and 3

[melliemell]

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Contents: NSFW, penetration (reader receiving), trying out a new position but Dazai gets too focused on staring and teasing than actual fucking (until successful persuasion that is), dazai levels of menace, Approx 1.2k words

“What? Pshhh, it’s a perfectly rounded ass I’ll have you know–”

You groaned, hiding your face deeper into the mattress. “Don’t just comment on it. It’s bad as it is. Get on with it.” Your muffled voice only drew another chuckle from Dazai.

“Gimme a second, I’m still engraving this in my mind,” Dazai said. “Future references and all.”

You hated Dazai. So much. Him and his annoying face and stupid voice and long slender fingers as they kept you in place, ass ceremoniously up as you stood on elbows and knees before him. 

Worst idea possible.

You should have kept to the vanilla sex. You’ve no idea what possessed you to suggest… a change of angles, let’s say. The flash of excitement in Dazai’s eyes only spurred you on, unfortunately–that innocent eagerness for pleasing one’s partner taking hold of your better judgment. 

But Dazai was just looking at you now, one hand lazily stroking at his cock as he trailed feathered touches down your back. Your patience was waning and your steadily kept composure along with it.

You must be definitely quite the sight, one that kept popping in your mind with how utterly embarrassing it felt to you. Your confidence wound up shriveling away with every second, face red but not from the fun type of activity.

“What happened to partner’s pleasure coming first?” you asked, sneaking a judging glance at Dazai's grinning face.

“Ooh, I am known to be very generous, yes,” Dazai said, and you shuddered as his hand trailed down to your pussy lips, teasing at your entrance curiously. As if he weren’t inside you less than five minutes ago. You were still very wet and very welcoming; the idiot only needed to take the hint. 

“Well?”

“Well what?” He pressed a finger inside you, making you arch into the touch. He was quick to find your sweet spot, twisting his finger with just the right pressure to have you breathing hard again. “See? The picture of ample virtue, solely and entirely for the loveliest of beauties.” And he leaned down, chest pressing to your back as he kissed the spot between your shoulders.

“You talk too much,” you panted, pushing your hips back as you sought more of Dazai’s touch. 

“Only truths. The heart sings when it’s in love, you know that?” he whispered against your ear, nose brushing playfully against it. “Seeing your ass up like that really set the deal for me. A man in love indeed.”

“Weirdo,” you said, capturing his lips before he went on with his smart remarks again. You could feel his cock against your under-thigh, hard and still leaking. Dazai was expressing a remarkable level of self-restraint. Too bad you had no such plans for yourself. “Dazai, dear?”

He hummed against you, biting playfully at your lower lip.

“If you don’t stop with your teasing now and get your cock inside me…” You cocked your head away, letting him seek for your closeness. “I’ll just leave.” 

A dramatic gasp. “You wouldn’t.” He dragged his fingers up to your clit, smearing your wetness as he began stroking you. “That would be too cruel.”

Your belly fluttered, the familiar pressure building slowly up again. You lay back down, cheek resting on the mattress as you focused on the sensation. “The cruellest.” Your eyes fluttered.

Dazai kissed your shoulder before he rested his chin on the same spot. Even with your eyes closed you could tell he was watching you. You could even picture perfectly his brown eyes, the way he took you all in. It used to throw you off how much Dazai enjoyed eye contact during sex. Face to face as he held you close to him, soaking every detail, every reaction he managed to bring out of you. It used to trigger a self-consciousness that made you uncomfortable at times, but you knew where his habit spurred from.

As hard as it was to believe this, Dazai was attracted to whatever he saw. Even when you thought you weren’t at your best, he was still there. Looking. 

That mind of his so loved being perverse too, to your immense embarrassment at times. But as long as you felt comfortable–and preferably in the territory of your own home, thank you–you didn’t mind treating him to a pretty view here and there. Besides, embarrassment really did die away once his hand was on your clit making your brain foggy with pleasure.

Sure. Good idea, yes.

You fluttered your eyes open, hooded gaze locking immediately with brown irises. You arched a brow. 

Predictable.

A quiet, barely there sigh shuddered past your lips; enough to slightly pull at Dazai’s attention. Being loud in bed was not one of your fortes, and that’s why it was so… valuable. In times of need, that is.

You built up your sound carefully, shuddering through your every breath as your moans began spilling from your lips with every passing moment. You didn’t know if it was the placebo effect at play here, but you were pushing yourself even closer to your orgasm, the release of inhibitions spurring you forward unexpectedly. 

You found yourself pulling at Dazai roughly, seeking him as your tongue pried his lips open. He kissed you just as fervently, grinning like a fool as his fingers moved faster against your clit. You could barely keep it in.

“Dazai,” you said, voice downright commanding in your desperation. 

Good thing Dazai was a quick read, holding you in place as he finally slipped his cock inside you a second later, groaning against your lips.

It was a blur after that, Dazai’s thrusts sloppy and reaching deep as he fucked you into the mattress. He rose up at some point, using his weight to angle himself just right, the audible sound of skin slapping against skin too arousing for your mind to focus on anything else.

Dazai didn’t stop even as you clutched at the sheets between waves of pleasure, your orgasm passing through your body mercilessly. You were blinking the moisture from your eyes when Dazai pulled you up suddenly. Your body felt limp as he settled you against him, still thrusting inside you as a hand cupped at your breasts. Your thighs trembled from the position, pussy clenching involuntarily around Dazai as you still came down from your high. 

“Ohh fuck–” Dazai laughed, the sound verberating through his ribcage. “Holy fuck of a–”

He stiffened, a low, guttural moan leaving his lips as you felt him spilling inside you. Dazai’s head dropped on your shoulder, breathing hard.

You patted him on the forehead, hand falling back down from the extreme effort. “Please don’t lean too much on me now, being crushed is not fun.”

“I’ll talk to gravity about it,” he mumbled against your shoulder, weight falling dangerously forward. 

Your eyes widened. “Dazai!”

“Ha.” He blew a raspberry on your neck, laughing at your exasperated face. “Gotcha.”

Ass. Absolute ass. But then he nuzzled against you, deep brown eyes looking up at you with so much adoration your annoyance all but dissipated. A smile crept on your lips, accompanied by a feeling of warmth within your chest. 

Oh well. He was your ass, at least.  

[kpop---scenarios]

N.D.A

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Reader

Warning: Smut [unprotected, oral. f receiving, m. receiving, some choking, ass slap etc.] 18+. MDNI

Summary: Your eyes are on Hyunjin, Jeongin's eyes are on you. How can you say no to signing an NDA?

Word Count: 2.3k

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@0325tiny @m1nn1everse

Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared you for what was actually going to happen tonight.

“I'm going to sign an NDA tonight.” You smile at your friend Chae as the two of you walk into the sound check for the Stray Kids concert.

“Oh?” She chuckles. “I would bow down to you for the rest of our lives if you were given an NDA. Especially if it was from Hwang Hyunjin.” She laughs.

“He's my bias, who else would it be from?” You laugh, walking towards the barricade at the side of the stage. You'd been to plenty of concerts before, but never at the barricade and never at a skz concert. To say you were excited was a complete understatement. Your entire body was buzzing, partially from the shots you and Chae had taken before you arrived, but mostly because you were about to see your bias in real life, right in front of you.

A few minutes later, the music begins and the boys come out, starting off sound check with Walkin On Water. Your eyes were so focused on Hyunjin the entire time, you barely noticed anyone else, at first. It wasn't until they were almost done with sound check that Chae decided she needed to say something to you.

“Hey.” She says, nudging you with her elbow.

“Jeongin has not left this side of the stage for almost the entire sound check. You should have seen his face when he first noticed you.” She giggles. You rolled your eyes at her, there was absolutely no way that was even happening.

“They probably just have certain spots they're supposed to be in.” You tell her as they leave the stage to get ready for the concert.

“Then why was everyone else moving around the entire stage, but Jeongin didn't?” She asks. “He was definitely eye fucking you.”

“As fucking if.” You laugh. You watched as the crowd began to disperse. You grabbed onto Chae's hand, dragging her away from the barricade. “Let's get a drink before it starts.” You say, trying to forget what she said but that was easier said than done. Especially when you two made it back to your spots, Just before the doors opened for everyone else and the entire area began filling up to capacity.

As the concert starts you watch Hyunjin, but your eyes also seem to keep glancing at Jeongin, and everytime they do, you notice his eyes on you. You look away each time, a smile creeping onto your face as it blushes bright red. You couldn't believe it.

You?

He was staring at you?

Why?

Your heart began to thump in your chest, and you stopped trying to look away from him. Your eyes remained on him for longer than you cared to admit but you couldn't help it. You smile as he smiles at you while singing and you swore you could have exploded. Shivers run down your spine as he walks closer to your area, bending down, smiling and waving at everyone. Until his eyes land on you. He looks down, slowly trailing your body before he gets back to your eyes. You reach your hand out, he grabs it, rubbing your hand with his finger. You're so focused on the fact that he was touching you, you didn't notice his smile leaving his face as he lets go and stands up, but still looking at you. He slyly sends a wink to you before he turns around, dancing and singing with the others.

“Did he just…” Chae yells. Your eyes are wide as you stare at her.

“He did.” You gasp, looking at the hand he just held.

“Looks like you're signing an NDA for Yang Jeongin.” She giggles.

“I'd sign that in a goddamn heart beat.”

**

A few hours later, the concert ends, and you're still on a buzzing high from the night. Jeongin spent all his time on your side, staring at you, dancing facing you, smiling and winking at you. Your heart rate was at an all time high and your panties were wet. As you and Chae turn, following the sad crowd out of the venue, you feel a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. You turn around, seeing an angry looking man with a STAFF shirt standing there, clipboard in hand.

“Miss, can you come with me please?” He asks, motioning you towards the stage instead of away from it.

Chae leans into you, whispering in your ear. “Sign that NDA and tell me everything at the hotel after.” She says. You laugh and nod your head, going with the man instead of her. She claps as you walk away, your nerves now setting in. You followed the man to the back of the stage, up the stairs where he handed you the clipboard. You smiled as you read the top.

‘NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.’

You didn't read the rest. You didn't need to. YYou signed the bottom of it and he ushered you towards the back. You were getting excited, until he stopped mid step, his finger pressing against his ear.

“Copy that.” He says, turning around towards you. “I'm sorry, but something has come up. You'll need to leave.” He tells you.

Disappointment suddenly fills your body and you're not sure what you can say.

“Okay.” You whisper, you turn to leave as the man walks off.

What a disappointing end to the night.

You made your way back to your hotel, thinking about all the things that could have possibly happened with Jeongin. What things would he have done to you? How would he have been in bed? Would he have had you go down on him?

You shuffled your feet into the hotel, dreading going up to your room and giving Chae absolutely nothing.

You sighed heavily as you pressed the up button on the lobby elevator, completely unaware of your surroundings. Someone stands beside you but you don't look to see who it is like you usually do. You wanted to wallow in your self pity instead. The elevator door opens, you step inside head still down.

“Which floor?” The person asks, his voice is familiar.

“7 please.” You say, looking up.

Yang Jeongin stands there smiling at you, pressing the number seven for you, before hitting 15 for himself. You're star struck. Your mouth hangs open as you stare at him.

“I'm sorry about earlier.” He whispers. “There was a VIP we needed to meet.”

“It's okay.” You say, clearing your throat. “You guys are very popular.”

“You're very beautiful.’” He tells you, walking closer.

Your breath hitches. He stands before you, close enough you can smell his cologne wafting from him.

“S-so are you.” You respond.

“I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you after the concert, y/n.” He says.

“You know my name?” You question.

“You signed the NDA,” he says.

“Without hesitation.” You add.

He leans in closer to you. “Can I kiss you?” He asks.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” you breathe.

He smirks, suddenly his lips are on yours. His body pins you against the wall of the elevator, his hands pressed onto the wall as he slips his tongue into your mouth. The elevator stops, the doors open on your floor. He pulls away from you.

“This is your floor.”

“I'd rather go to yours.” You murmur. He smiles, kissing you once again. The doors close, the elevator goes up, and his hands roam your body, slipping under your shirt, grabbing your tits. You moan into his mouth. His hands move down, over your skirt and onto your bare leg. Once he touches skin, he moves his hands under your skirt, gently caressing your thigh before he moves over, grazing his hand over your clothed pussy, sending a jolt through your body. The elevator dings, and he moves away from you. Clearing his throat before he grabs your hand, pulling you out and into the hallway. You see security wandering the floor, he gives them a nod before he pulls out his key, opening the door to his luxurious suite. You walk in, he closes and locks the door behind him as you're taking in the large and very beautiful suite.

“I've never done this before.” you tell him.

You were nervous, now. You weren't sure how this was all going to work.

“Neither have I.” Jeongin says. You turn, giving him a look. There's no way he hasn't done something like this before.

“You? You haven't? I don't believe that.” You chuckle.

“I've never seen someone in the crowd at a concert that I've had such bad thoughts about, I needed them to sign an NDA so I could fuck them.” He says. “But you. Fuck. I couldn't stop thinking about how you tasted, what you'd look like with your lips wrapped around my cock, how you'd be with my cock so deep inside you.” He murmurs, walking up to you.

“Oh.” You whisper. You're frozen in your spot.

“Strip.” He says.

You stare at him, your mind blanked, you were unable to process what he said.

“I said, strip, y/n.” He says.

You don't look away from him. You take off your shirt, dropping your skirt to the floor.

“Everything.” He says.

You unhook your bra, dropping it onto the pile of your discarded clothes before taking off your panties.

“Fuck.” He groans, crashing his lips onto yours. He moves the two of you towards his bed, never breaking the kiss. He pushes you down onto the bed, licking his lips as he takes you lying before him in. “Spread your legs.”

You open your legs, Jeongin drops to his knees, grabbing onto your thighs, spreading them wider. He leans in, using the flat of his tongue to lick up your already wet cunt. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, twirling circles around it before he latches his lips, gently sucking. You gasp, eyes rolling back as you grab your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“Fuck, right there.” You cry out. “Oh my god.”

Jeongin switches between sucking and licking, making your back arch each time.

“I'm close.” You murmur, and he pulls away.

“Why?” You whimper, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“I want you to cum on my cock, not from my mouth.” He says, licking his lips to clean up your mess. He quickly undresses himself, his cock springing free. You can see the glistening of his precum seeping from his tip.

Jeongin gets on the bed, laying down with his hands behind his head as he watches you hover over him, opening your mouth to take his cock. You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around, lapping up his cum before moving down. You take as much of him as you can, he reaches out, grabbing onto your hair, holding you there as he thrusts up, slamming his cock into the back of your throat.

He moans loudly while you gag on his cock, your eyes filling with tears as he pushes himself down your throat as much as he can. He groans as he lets you up, catching your breath. You laugh, he stares at you, cum and spit dripping down your chin, your mascara running down your face.

“So fucking hot.” He groans. He pushes himself up on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. “Ride me.” He says.

You don't question it. You crawl to him, straddling him before you sink down on his cock.

“Shit.” You gasp as he stretches out your hole.

“So fucking tight.” He moans, slapping your ass. You tighten your cunt around him, his hands move to your hips. He digs his fingers into you, helping you bounce on his cock. As your tits bounce in his face, he lets out a moan, moving his hands to grab one. He wraps his lips around your nipple as you grind on his cock, your clit throbbing, desperate for your release. He leans back again, your nails run down his chest. He reaches up, his hand wrapping around your throat. He squeezes while you continue to ride him.

“Fuck.” You gasp, your orgasm building so fucking quickly.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He asks, letting go of you. You nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut. He leans forward, you wrap your arms around him, holding him closely as you ride him, your tits rubbing against his chest, his hands grabbing your ass, helping you.

“Cum.” He gasps. “Cum all over my fucking cock.”

“Oh god.” You cry, your orgasm shooting through your body. You slow down, trying to ride through your high but that doesn't work for Jeongin. He helps you off of him, pushing you down onto the bed. He holds your legs up as he thrusts inside of you, fucking you so hard as he chases his own orgasm.

“I'm gonna… fuck.” He groans. “I'm gonna cum.” He groans. A few more thrusts, his orgasm flows through his body, his load spilling into you. He throws his head back as he takes a few deep breaths. He pulls his cock out of you and collapses on the bed beside you.

“That was fun.” You laugh, your eyes still closed.

“That was.” Jeongin chuckles with you. You take a deep breath, knowing you'll have to get up and go right away. You don't want to leave.

“Can I use the bathroom before I go?” you ask, opening one eye to look over at him.

“We have 3 more nights here.” He says with a yawn. “Do you have plans for the next 3 days?” He asks.

“No.” You answer, giving him a look.

He grins widely at you.

“Good.” He says. “I wanna see how many times I can make you cum.”

[nerdzanddadz]

The Chain on a road trip

Car Diagram (design by @esthelle-wanders)

Time: You’d think he’d be the driver, but everyone has chosen life instead. Sits right behind the driver though. Typically reading. He either acts as a barrier between the front seat and the back, or actively encourages the shenanigans going on behind him (he never adds to them, only eggs on). He just stands at the door at rest stops to keep track of everyone (he LOVES those pink marshmallow/coconut things though, and gets one at every stop they make)

Wars: actual Designated Driver. Only one that can focus on the road with the ChaosTM that goes on behind him. If he’s in a hurry he can be snippy about pit stops taking too long, but usually gets excited about them like everyone else.

Twi: Sits next to Time. They have relatively sane discussions. Twilight is either actively keeping order in the back, or staring out the window in contemplation. He’s the one who fills the car with gas/washes the windows at rest stops.

Sky: Asleep. The whole time. Even through some pit stops. Will wake up long enough to add something EXTREMELY disturbing to the conversation and then immediately fall back asleep. LOVES road trip snacks.

Wild: Sits next to Wind and has chaotic (and mostly unsettling) conversations. He’s not allowed to go off on his own at pit stops because of too many “accidents” that have happened in the past. In charge of car snacks.

Legend: Navigator. Only because he would heavily backseat drive anyways if not given the role. He has a backpack filled with stuff that people may need (coins for tolls, water bottles, Dramamine for car sickness, etc.) Let’s NO ONE else touch the aux. Takes the longest at pit stops because he actually looks at (and buys) the weird tchotchkes.

Hyrule: He also stares out the window, but to actually watch the scenery. Or he’s leaning over Wild’s chair (or Four) to participate in the conversation in front of him. Also not allowed to go off on his own at pit stops, more due to getting very distracted. He was left at a gas station once, and has not been let out of sight since.

Four: Gets placed in the back middle (short legs) and is very salty about it. Has earbuds in if there’s no conversation, listening to audiobooks. He always brings a craft or something of the like to do while they’re driving. Never listens to Time or Twi when they’re lecturing the backseat (he assumes, mostly correctly, that it’s not for him).

Wind: Can never sit still for very long, usually the one calling for a pit stop. Keeps the conversation going. Knows a lot of road trip games, and starts sing along a with the music. LOVES stopping for fast food. He explores the WHOLE of the area around the gas station. Never gets lost (unlike Hyrule)

BONUS

Fi: the navigation assistant. Sky is the only one that can make it work consistently and has to be woken up to fix it

[catsukkii]

giving katsuki a new years kiss <3

he always thought new years was corny, why have a whole day just to celebrate another year filled with drama, politics, hero work, paper work. It was pointless to him.

don’t even get him started on the stupid ‘new years kiss’ it was all corny and gross. most holidays were to him.

of course that was all before he met you.

suddenly the stupid traditions on what he once considered corny holidays, were some of the things he looked forward to the most. he asks you to be his valentine with large bouquets of flowers, he dresses in stupid matching pajamas with you during christmas time, wears matching costumes during halloween, and once new years came, he was sure to give you a kiss.

“bakubrooo!” kirishima speaks in a sing song voice, “cmon the balls about to drop!” katsuki moves from the kitchen and into the living room, everybody lazing around watching the tv placed in the center of the living room, the ball drop playing.

he immediately walks his way over to you and places a peck on your cheek, his arms finding place on your waist.

“excited baby?” you speak with a big smile, he rolls his eyes playfully but he can’t hide the smirk that creeps onto his own lips. “no, this is corny. You know I don’t like staying up late.” he grumbles burying his face in your shoulder, giving your neck a sweet kiss.

“cmon, you aren’t gonna be my new years kiss?” he scoffs into your shoulder before quickly lifting his head, staring at you with sass. “like hell I won’t be.” you giggle with him before the tv starts to count down.

“10!”

“oooo, it’s happening!” denki claps his hands before sero interrupts. “shhh man!”

“9!” katsuki grabs your waist and looks at you with hearts in his eyes.

“8!” mina starts the countdown, as everybody continues.

“7!”

“I’m so excited to start another year with you baby.” katsuki whispers. “6!” you smile at him before whispering ‘cheesy.’ under your breath, which he pokes at your side for.

“5!, 4!, 3!” katsuki leans in, placing his forehead against yours and with the final count,

“2!, 1!”

“happy new year!” everybody screams with their confetti’s and other silly things, katsuki presses his lips against yours harshly, cupping your face with his hands. you both can’t help but smile into the kiss.

“gross dude, get a room!” you hear denki complain, dramatically gagging causing you and katsuki to slowly pull away.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP DUNCEFACE!” he screams at him as everybody bursts out into laughter at his usual antics, I mean seriously who would have thought katsuki bakugo would wanna participate on a tradition he’s called corny for years, you truly were magical.

he ignores whatever other comments around him and gives you a sweet kiss to your lips once again, pulling you into a hug and mumbling into your shoulder.

“glad you were my new years kiss baby.”

hai this was so rushed but I wanted to do smth for new years! speaking of which HAPPY NEW YEARSSS

[supernatural-hunter1]

Luffy wakes up groaning and rubs the back of his head.

Luffy: "Man, that was a crazy party last night, ow! Why does my head hurt?"

He looked over and saw zoro land on the ground with a bump on his head. He also move tis, head and looked up at Nami, who is standing next to him with an angry look on her face.

Luffy: "Whoa, what's up with you Nami?" He asked confuse?

Nami: "Oh, you don't remember?" She says angrily.

Luffy: "Remember what?" He asks, confused

Sanji: "Well, one minute you were drinking with Zoro." he said before taking a Huff of his cigarette.

Luffy: "And then what happened?" He asked.

Usopp: "You tried setting Nami's hair on fire and then started singing 'this girl is on fire'.." he replied.

Luffy now has a scared look on his face, as he tries to get up off the ground to make a run for it, and Nami chases after him shouting about how he's going to pay for it When she gets her hands on him.

[quintessenceofdust88]

Bucktommy + 46

👀👀👀👀

ohhhh anonnn, thank you for this ask, this was so much fun! 👀 I hope you enjoy this one! I swear I didn't mean to make it NSFW (just slightly! it's not explicit smut or anything, I regret to say D:) at first, but the boys took it away from me and they're horny bastards, so I'm adding a cut:

Buck enjoys coming to karaoke trivia night with Tommy. There's something special in seeing his boyfriend so comfortable in his own element, answering questions about movies (he knows every Oscar winner since 1929 and it's hot) and belting out 80s pop hymns that Buck barely know through cultural osmosis.

There's one thing he doesn't like about it: Nick.

Nick being a member of Tommy's trivia team, he's the brother of one of the other guys. Nick is new, he just moved back from Australia and has been to two trivia nights already. And Nick loves 80s songs, and movies, and craft beer, and apparently he has to let Tommy know all of that.

('Yes, I do love everything that comes from the 80s. Say, how old are you again, Tommy?') "So, Tommy", Buck overhears Nick saying in that insufferable fake accent when he's coming back with beers for him and Tommy. "How about we sing a duet next? Maybe that song from Dirty Dancing?'

Buck isn't that good with movie references, but he knows Dirty Dancing because he watched it with Tommy just last week. And yeah, this duet is not gonna happen.

"Actually, I've already booked us for a duet, babe. We're singing 'The Boy is Mine'. I hope you know that one, Nick" Buck says, putting the beers down and glaring daggers at Nick, then turning to Tommy. " Now come here, I missed you"

He doesn't wait for Tommy's answer; he pulls him close by the collar of his shirt and glues his lips to Tommy's with enough fierceness to bruise. Tommy groans against his lips, but if he had any intention to protest, it quickly melts down, and he wraps his arms around Buck's waist, kissing him back just as enthusiastically.

When they finally break apart, both gasping, Tommy's lips red and swollen, he's staring at Buck with his mouth agape and flushed cheeks and... Buck smirks as he looks down at Tommy's crotch; bad day to wear light pants, apparently.

"Yeah, we're not singing any duets" Tommy declares, voice weak and high-pitched. "We're going home. Right now" "Oh, I'm sure Nick will be more than glad to transmit our goodbyes, won't you, Nick?" Buck says smugly, taking Tommy's hand in his and practically dragging him towards the bar exit under Nick's indignant stare. "Fuck, Evan" Tommy says breathlessly as the cold air hits them when they get outside. "You are so hot when you get all possessive, but that was entirely unnecessary. You know I'm not even remotely interested in him, right?" "Oh, I know" Buck purrs, pressing Tommy against the wall of the bar, pinning his arms above his head and kissing him again, making sure to bite his lip before letting go. "I just love the opportunity of reminding you of who you belong to" Tommy's breath hitches, his lip bulging where Buck bit him, and he lets out a moan, squirming against Buck's strong hold. "I... I think I need a stronger reminder" He says, and Buck chuckles, pressing a kiss against his earlobe. "I'll remind you alright, Tommy" He promises. And by God, does Buck intend to fulfill that promise.

-- (Would anyone be interested in a continuation bc I *think* possessive!Buck might be enough to unblock the smutty writer in me, so let me know, ok?) Send me a ship and a number and I'll write you a kiss!

[danelloevee-sky]

What’s a holiday without drunken karaoke

[aerynwrites]

Familiarity

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Summary: Reader has reached their breaking point and Simon just happens to be in the right place at the right time. Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: **PLEASE READ ALL TAGS!!!** Descriptions of Suicidal thoughts, ideation, and attempted Suicide!!! Thwarted suicide attempt, hurt/comfort, this really is just a coping piece, no romance, tiny bit of fluff at the end kinda. A/N: if you are struggling with thoughts like these please reach out to somone (988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline). The anniversary of a friends passing occurred recently and I was having a harder time with it than usual. this popped into my head and wouldn't leave. I wish someone had been there for them in that moment. If you are struggling with thoughts like these please reach out to someone. there is ALWAYS someone who cares and will miss you. You are loved. You matter. And someones life won't be the same without you.

It’s cold. Colder than you were expecting it to be tonight, but maybe that would make it easier. you heard somewhere once that the cold water would shock the body and make you breathe in and then…

You shiver despite the winter jacket you wear, the only thing grounding you in this moment the paint flecking off beneath your fingers of the decrepit metal bridge, the cold seeping into your bones. The rubber soles of your boots squeak softly on the railing beneath them, the water rushing quietly a few hundred feet below. It had just rained for almost a week straight, the river is higher than normal, the current tumultuous. It would be quick.

You hope.

It’s also more lonely than you expected - as odd as that may sound. In reality you did pick this spot for a reason, not only because you drove by it often, but because it seemed desolated. Less likely for someone to roll up on you in this precarious moment. But you thought there might be birds singing or crickets chirping or…something except your own screaming thoughts and the breath catching in your throat.

Your eyes drift upwards, away from the watery tomb that lies in your future, out to your shitty car parked in the tiny gravel lot by the start of the bridge. You can see the faint white outline of the envelope you left behind sitting on the dash. You didn’t want anyone wasting resources on searching for you, so you left a note behind - and to maybe give closure to anyone who might care.

The cold air sears your lungs as you take a deep breath, knees quaking beauty you as you let it out again, lifting one foot from the railing to lean ever so slightly forward…

——

He couldn’t sleep. Again.

He’s used to that, used to the nightmares and the evil thoughts that taunt him in the early waking hours. But ever since Johnny…they’ve been worse - they never stop and they’re louder. This time he woke up in a cold sweat, Johnny’s voice echoing in his head, a scream he never really let out before he…

Simon clenches the steering wheel tighter, the leather of his gloves creaking with the strength of it.

He’s never taken this route before, but he needs to get away, needs the distraction of discovering and then trying to find his way back. Left, right, straight, left again, go through the stop sign and then…

A bridge.

One he’s never seen before, and on any other night, one he would’ve driven right past if it weren’t for the silhouette his headlights illuminate on the bridge as he turns on the road to pass it. He notices the car next, and tiny little alarm bells go off in his head. And, shamefully, a louder voice just tells him to move on this isn’t his business and he just needs to leave-

He parks his truck beside the car. Gravel crunching under his boots as he exits. His training kicks in without his approval, the part of him that has been taught to observe and gather information. It’s what makes him glance at the interior of the older model sedan, and at first there’s nothing unusual. Trash in the floorboard, mostly fast-food wrappers and…empty pharmacy bags. Articles of clothing tossed in the back seat, multiple old air fresheners hang from the rearview mirror. What strikes him as odd, however, is the handbag abandoned in the passenger seat, cellphone lying next to it, and the white envelope sitting on the dashboard addressed to ‘whom it may concern’ written in shaky script.

His feet carry him towards the bridge before he can think better of it, and the moment he sees the person standing on the railing of the bridge, he feels an almost impercebtible tug in his chest.

Familiarity.

It calls to him, an old friend. The grief, the pain, the anguish, the shame - all of it so consuming and all of it so familiar he can’t stop himself from approaching you. And as he watches your chest heave with a deep breath and your foot lift off the railing as you lean forward, that stupid tug is what makes him call out to you.

“A little cold out for a swim ain’t it?”

———

The voice shocks you, startles you so severely you can’t stop the yelp that slips from your throat as your foot slams back down on the railing, hand scrabbling for purchase against the rusty support beam. You jerk your head to the right to look at the intruder, eyes widening when they fall upon an absolute hulk of a man standing just mere feet from you. His hands are tucked casually into the pockets of his hoodie, stance easy - as if he didn’t just interrupt the most tragic moment of your life-

“What the fuck are you doing?” You practically hiss, indignation bubbling up inside you.

You can’t even manage to kill yourself without something going wrong.

The man shrugs, “Could ask you the same thing.”

He takes a step forward and you bristle, leaning away from him and further towards the water below.

“D-don’t come any closer!” You call, voice shaking despite your best efforts. “I’ll jump. You can’t…you can’t stop me.”

The man just shrugs again, pulling a small carton from the pocket of his hoodie, followed shortly by a lighter. He pulls a cigarette from the box placing it between his lips before lighting it, taking a deep drag before looking up at you again.

“Never said I was tryin’ to stop you,” he says simply, stepping closer to the railing when you don’t protest.

Confusion swims in your belly, heart thundering from the surprise but starting to calm down as the stranger finally comes close enough to lean against the railing you stand on, casting his gaze out over the inky black river.

You finally work up the courage to speak again.

“Then…why are you here?”

The man huffs out a laugh, a bitter dark sounding thing before he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Couldn’t sleep, needed to clear ‘m head.”

You give a snort of your own, disbelief clogging your mind.

“And you just so happened to come across the person trying to dig her own grave,” you laugh this time, a real one. “What are the fucking odds.”

“Well,” he replies slowly. “You wouldn’t really be diggin’…swimming maybe-”

You scoff again, looking over at him in complete surprise. “You…was that supposed to be a joke?”

You swear you see his lips twitch up in a smile.

“Somethin’ like that.”

Your irritation comes back slightly as your lips tilt downwards. You want to snap at him, tell him to fuck off, to go away and just let you do this in peace - but something stops you. Fear maybe. Curiosity. you’re not sure what it is exactly but it implores you to ask -

“Nightmares?”

More paint chips away beneath your nails, falling down into the waters below, your eyes following its descent. You see the man nod in your peripheral.

“Get ‘em every night…but tonight was worse.”

It falls silent again as his words hang in the air, and neither of you say anything for a long while. You stand there still contemplating your demise and the stranger finishes his cigarette before flicking the butt of it away over the railing.

“I get it you know,” he says finally, voice softer than it has been so far, gentler.

You look at him, brows pinched in confusion, and he gestures to you then the water.

“I get it,” he reiterates, lips pinched in a thin line.

His words earn another scoff from you, and that bitter pit in your chest grows blacker. Darker.

Here we go, you think. Another good samaritan trying to tell you that you have so much to live for. Don’t do it. It will get better. Just look on the bright side.

You shake your head, looking back out over the water.

“I highly doubt it,” you say bitterly, eyes starting to burn with unshed tears that threaten to betray you.

The man shrugs and leans heavier on the railing. “Can’t doubt what you don’t know,” he trails off for a moment. “You wanna talk ‘bout it?”

You shake your head, eyes clenching shut when you feel the tears fall.

Goddammit, not now…

But before you can stop it, words come spilling from your lips, like a waterfall that never ends. All of your woes, your anger, your grief, your sadness, the demons that haunt you both awake and asleep. The perceived failures that never end, the never-ending hopelessness and seems to stretch out before you like a yawning cavern.

All of it.

And he listens.

You don’t even know how long you go on for, voice shaking, tears dripping from your chin, knees quaking beneath you as you dump all of this on some stranger who just happened upon you, until you finally stop, taking a deep shuddering breath and facing the water again.

“I just want it all to be over,” you finally whisper. “I’m so tired.”

The man nods, standing a little straighter now.

“My best friend was shot right in front of me,” he says softly, his own eyes now distant when you look at him.

“We’re military - comes with the territory. But he…” he takes a shaky breath of his own, “Johnny was different.”

A beat of silence.

“I went through all the same shit. Ended up in the same place you are,” he gestures to you, “but instead of a bridge I wanted a bullet. Got plastered, was just about to go through with it when I some how managed to get on the phone with my Captain…” he lets out a sigh that sounds so world weary you feel it in your very bones.

“He talked me down. Helped me get things back on track - as on track as they could be without Johnny.”

He looks to you then, and for the first time since he approached you tonight’s you’re able to see the color of his eyes. They’re brown - a deep dark brown that’s more expressive than you were anticipating.

You study him for a moment longer.

“Is that what you’re here to do? Talk me down?”

The man shakes his head, the movement allowing the light to illuminate the scar that runs from his eyebrow down to his upper lip. Yet another thing you missed.

“No. Don’t need to,” he says casually. “You were never going to jump.”

Indignation flares its ugly head again, but it’s quickly tempered by the confusion bubbling in your belly.

“What…how could you possibly know that? I was going to do it.”

The man shakes his head again, this time turning to face you fully.

“If you were going to do it, you would’ve done it the minute I walked up to you. Now-”

He reaches out a scarred hand, and you see the barest hint of black ink peaking out from beneath his sleeve.

“Let’s get you down from there.”

You hesitate, eyes trailing back to the water rushing beneath you before trailing back to this strange man on the bridge. You could jump, you could do it right now and he wouldn’t get to you in time.

So you turn.

And his hand is surprisingly warm, soft even. Despite the scars and calloused palms. His hand cradles yours so delicately as he helps you down from the railing, his other hand reaching out to grip your waist to ease your descent.

“That’s it.”

Shame washes over you the moment your feet touch solid ground, and the man must senses it, because a firm hand settles on your shoulder, squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry-”

“None of that,” he chastises lightly, shaking his head. “Y’got nothing to be sorry for.”

You can only nod, eyes trailing slowly up from the ground to finally look at him face to face. To some people he might seem scary or intimidating - what with his tall stature and the scars on his face or even his demeanor. But to you, right now, all you can sense is solidarity - a warmth. An understanding you haven’t felt in a long time.

So, before you can really think about what you’re doing you’re leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

He seems surprised by the act, his entire body going stiff beneath your own. But just when you move to pull away, a pair of arms wraps around you in kind. The hug is longer than usual, but it would appear that both of you needed it. And when you do pull away, neither of you step much further apart.

“What’s your name?” You ask, breaking the silence that had fallen over both of you.

He thinks for a moment, as if hesitant to reveal more of himself to you than he already has.

So you extend an olive branch in the form of your own name and watch as his shoulder sag ever so slightly before he answers your question.

“Simon.”

You can only nod, and soon a silence falls over you both once again. This one a bit more tense than the others.

What do you do now? There’s no rulebook for this - not step by step; what to do when someone stops you from jumping off a bridge. There’s so much you want to say, but your thoughts are a jumbled confused mess and now you feel foolish and-

“There’s a spot up the road a ways that opens early,” Simon says, interrupting your thoughts. “I could use a bite. You in?”

The invitation startles you. It’s so casual, so…normal, in the face of what just transpired that you can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips at the absurdity of it all. But then you fumble for your phone before remembering you left it in the car.

“Early? What time is it?”

Simon turns a muscled forearm over, tugging at his hoodie sleeve to peak at his watch.

“A little past four a.m.”

You suck in a breath, shock coloring your features. You got to the bridge at midnight. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed…

A gentle pat on your shoulder pulls you back to the moment as Simon turns to start walking back to the small gravel lot.

“Come on,” he says, leaving no room for refusal, “They have good pancakes. Johnny-” you watch as his steps falter slightly before he continues.

“Johnny always raved about them,” he turns back to look at you then. “My treat.”

You manage to send him another small smile, nodding.

“Can’t exactly turn down a free meal, now can I?”

Simon lets out a chuckle, so soft you might have missed it if it wasn’t so quiet out.

“You’d be the first.”

Neither of you say much on the short journey back to your parked cars. Only when you get there, Simon gives you the name of the restaurant to plug into your GPS before turning to walk to his truck.

Your car door squeaks loudly when you open it, and you slide into the drivers seat. Moving to close the door, you pause - the small white envelope catching your eye.

Reaching for it, you take it in hand and eye the shaky writing on the front. Instinctively you want to shove it in your purse, that tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that you’d need it again one day. But another voice, a new one - rough and gravelly with a Manchester accent is just a little bit louder and before you can think twice your out of the car and walking back toward the bridge.

You hear slightly hurried footsteps behind you, and you can picture Simon slightly panicked thinking your rushing back to finish the job. But you stop at the railing, white envelope crushed between your fingers as you look back out over the dark water.

The footsteps behind you stop, assessing, waiting for your next move.

So, with one last glance at the paper in your hands, you take a deep breath and rip in half. Then rip it in half again and again and again - until nothing but tiny scraps remain. The flat between your fingers like sand, falling down, down to the waters below in a manmade snowfall, the wind picking up and carrying pieces away until you can no longer see any evidence of the object at all.

You turn, and Simon is smiling - a real smile.

“Come on,” you say, walking towards him and your parked cars once again. “I want some pancakes.”

And as you both walk together, his shoulder brushing your own…You can’t help but feel just a little bit lighter.

A little less alone.

[goldengirlgalaxy]

Honestly, I think the funniest thing about this AU is the fact that Ozai's knowledge of the future doesn't do him any good, not because of Zuko messing things up, but simply because he doesn't actually HAVE any knowledge that's worthwhile.

He was never on the battlefield himself until the very end of the series. Two of his greatest victories, Omashu and Ba Sing Se, were both carried out by other people, namely Azula. Even if he was able to read detailed reports about what happened, I doubt he would actually remember anything, especially since details can easily get lost.

Even the coup of his father was ultimately done by Ursa.

Sure, he knows that Avatar is a threat and probably is striving to capture him before he can take away his bending again, but he can't actually do anything until his father is off the throne, and he might not even be able to do so if Ursa is off hunting down Zuko, at least not without someone pointing fingers.

It's even funnier to think about his knowledge potentially hindering him, as he may have forgotten why certain things happened. Like, for example, he remembers Azula being "Dad's little monster" and believes she's loyal to him no matter what, unaware that his obsession with Zuko has caused him to forget to hand her the scraps of affection that would bait her into wanting more and slowly turning into said monster.

dumb atla fanfic idea: ozai is thrown back in time—to the time when firelord azulon still sat on the throne. when ursa had not disappeared into the arms of her lover, ikem. when he still had his bending. when the avatar had not reappeared.

when all was right with the world.

ozai’s ready to conquer the world—nine years earlier than planned, nine years before sozin’s comet was set to arrive.

…

what he did not expect was that the one thing standing in his way of success was his eldest son—in the body of a five-year old.

((where ozai and zuko travel back in time and try to thwart each other in every way possible while everyone’s confused by second prince ozai’s great amount of disdain for his only son and said son’s pettiness towards his father))

[tinylilacbun]

c a r e g i v e r j j m a y b a n k a l p h a b e t ˚ ｡ ⋆

A - activities | what is their favorite activity (or activities) to do with you?

Coloring, he appreciates those quieter moments with you, a small distraction from the usual havoc that's happening practically every day.

Or play fighting, he loves to wrestle with you a little whenever you're in a more cheeky mood and feel like you could over power him, you can't, but it's cute to see you try and tickle that thought out of you.

B - baby talk | Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?

He only does it to annoy you a little, or when you're tired and claim not to be.

"What was that? Can't hear you when your mumbling sweet cheeks." "Aww, you're so adorable trying not to yawn, my sleepy princess."

C - cuddling | Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?

OH HELL YEAH!! He cuddles you anywhere and whenever he gets the chance to, his favorite place is in the hammock, the slow swinging soothing for the both of you.

D - dress up | Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?

Mmm, not excessive, and only if you give him those puppy eyes of yours he would agree on wearing a plastic tiara and the matching necklace.

E - entertainment | What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?

Since JJ is more of an action kinda guy, is watching cartoons something he only does for you, trying not to fall asleep during them but he has to admit that the Cars trilogy is kinda cool.

F - forgiveness | How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?

Fast. Like, he folds instantly the second you pout and look at him with tears in your pretty doe like eyes.

G - gentle | How gentle are they with their regressor?

Surprisingly gentle, but there are some times where he underestimates his own strength and grabs you a little too rough, instantly apologizing and kissing or rubbing the spot that hurts.

H - hugs | Do they like to hug?

Definitely, any kind of hug you could think of, normal hugs, side hugs, hugging you from behind, hugging you while he spins you around, letting you jump on his back and wrap your arms around his neck, literally anything.

I - imaginary | How imaginative are they?

He's um... special. He tries to keep up with whatever imaginary play you came up with but he sometimes says things where you look at him like :o BUT try to include it anyway.

J - jokes | Do they like to joke around?

We're talking about JJ Maybank here, that answers the question on it's own :3

K - kisses | Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?

Of courseeee, our boy is love deprived and either giving or receiving kisses is like healing his inner wounds and insecurities.

Forehead and cheek kisses are his favorite (on the lips too, but only pecks when you're little, knowing the limits and respecting them), especially when he's in a funny mood he'll lick the side of your face afterwards only to hear you giggle or whine.

L - lullaby | Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?

Nope, he tried once and never again, simply putting on some white noise on his phone if you're really restless.

M - morning | How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)

All cozied up together in each other's arms and he simply listens to all the things you plan on doing that day, humming and tracing a finger up and down your arm.

N - night | How do they spend nights with their regressor? (when regressed)

Falling asleep hugging each other, ending up all sprawled out on the bed while fighting for the blanket and you trying to save your plushie from being squished by JJ's body.

O - overprotective | Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?

O V E R P R O T E C T I V E. There's no in between, he's protective already over those he loves and when you're little even more so, he's even responsible sometimes when it comes to little you.

Always having you within eyesight and holding your hand when you're out and about, glaring at every kook who dares to look at you for a second too long.

P - petnames | What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor?

Kiddo, sweet cheeks, pretty girl, princess, baby

Q - quality time | How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?

Every day, every minute, every second. Not separating if there's no reason to be.

R - regression | Do they age regress as well?

I said it before and I'll say it again, JJ is a switch in my eyes.

He does it rarely, more liking it to take care of you but sometimes everything just gets a bit too much and he needs to shut his brain off for a while.

S - snacks | What snacks do they feed their regressor?

He'll simply give you crackers or hands you something from the fruit bowl that Kie insisted should always be full of fresh fruits.

T - tea party | Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?

He can't say no to his baby so he has no choice but to sit down on the ground and play tea party with you, giving your stuffies funny voices, flipping off the pogues when he hears them snicker on the other side of the room (obviously making sure you don't look when he does).

U - understand | How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?

He has some trouble understanding you every time, but always makes sure to give you space and let you spill out everything that has been building up.

After a while he picks up on certain things you do which tells him if you want to be touched or not, if you feel like talking or not.

V - visit | What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?

The beach, or going on The Snapper and driving out on the ocean for a while.

W - warmth | Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?

You bet he does, your well being is his top priority that the moment he notices something is off he tries to make it better in any way he can.

X - (e)xtra | Additional headcanons?

When you're both little all the pogues look after you both, mostly John B and Sarah since they're the first ones you both told about being in the agere community.

Y - yummy | What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?

The only thing he manages to cook without it burning are mac and cheese :') but it's always so damn good you always get excited when you see him getting the macaroni out of the cupboard.

Z - Zzz | Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?

JJ takes more naps than you do sometimes, there exists a hundred of pictures of the both of you just snoozing and holding each other.

Alphabet list from: @emodarylz

Inspired by: @jjtheresidentbaby <3

Taglist

For everything:

@my-river-lilly @pauntedblacknails @fanfictioniseverything @buckymydarlingangel @hallecarey1 @daybreakwinter @loveshineslikethesky @vase-of-lilies @white-wolf1940 @simpingbutch @mischiefsemimanaged @alina02 @teddybearsgrr @doozywoozy @angelbabydoll28 @glxwingrxse @lilymurphy03 @veryvaughnny @lokigirlszendaya @youngstarfishdinosaur @little--baby--bear @minideathgoddess @rach2602 @gh0stgurl @flourishandblotts-inc @lovelyy-moonlight @yoruse

@mythixmagic @iris-xoxo-juhu @mylettterstoyou @sunf1ower16 @sweetstars-posts @rafecameronsloverrrrr @rafenroostersgirl

For JJ:

@chiaraanatra @chimindity @flora-eva

[clownzaf]

Tim Drake son of Hermes and Theater Kid Jason Todd.

Tim: Guys, there’s something i wanted to tell you… Jack is… not my dad. I discovered it a while back and I managed to connect with my real dad. This is my dad Herm-

Jason: LIN MANUEL MIRANDA?

[bunniehunn]

“Haha, this is amazing! I feel like a whole new person!”

Flori for the Moonlight Song event by @sunnysidesevenup!!! WHEN I TELL YOU I RANNN to make this when I saw this event— anyway- lines and yaps under the cut <3

Home: The water feels so much more inviting when I’m like this.

Home idle I: It still feels as if my legs are present. Is this what they call phantom limb?

Home idle II: The underwater world is just marvelous! It feels so much more free than land.

Home idle III: Repercussions for taking the potion? Surely, they could not be that bad for such a wondrous transformation.

Home tap I: The competition? Ah, I’m not all that worried about it. With the right amount of preparation I’ll be fine. I sing so much, it’s second nature at this point.

Home tap II: The myth about the sirens and the boy is beautiful… imagine loving like that, so selflessly?

Home tap III: Haha, I’m not sure if I’ll ever want to return to land. I wonder if Arlo’s parents sell these potions in bulk... What? Aha, my, I’m sure you didn’t hear anything.

Home tap V: The clothing is absolutely beautiful too. It’s so flowy and lightweight, sometimes I’m scared it’ll fly away. Ah, I kid, I kid~

Home tap VI: The water washing over me, the beauty of the dark depths, the freeness of the waves- ah, I’m waxing poetic, aren’t I? You’ll have to excuse me.

★彡

AHHDHDHDHD MY BABY SHES SO HAPPY DHHDHDHDHD I based her merform off of a Butterfly Koi. There’s probably some symbolism I can find in there but I’m too lazy to dig it up. When i saw the event I grabbed my tablet and blacked out and suddenly this was on my screen I don’t know what happened—/j

TAGGGSSS!!!! Happy new years guys!!!!

@cheerleaderman @jadelover69 @babyghoul138 @theolivetree123 @the-rini-rush

@chillygourami @puowei @kirans-wonderland @plum-at-sea

@neige-leblanche @satoukki @anonymousplant

@cece-flii @natsukishinomiyaswife @quzen @ishouldrllykillmyself @sheep-gone-wild

@viperbunnies @gingacat @justyouraverageuselesshuman @4necdote @jadenui

@winterillustrates @taruruchi @amai-sakura-chan @day-dr3aming @v4mpiior

@starry-night-rose @mirioho @skriblee-ksk @h0neybane @angelwishess

@fell-e @tsubomisno1fan @screamintoad @scint1llat3 @skibidibabygirl @moonyasnow

[feathers-fins-and-fangs]

im just gonna do all of this at once bc im bored rn lol

⏳ - How long have you known about this kin?

Around two months now, I think?

❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?

I was learning about Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet in my English class, and we had to work in groups and perform three scenes of our choosing.

One of the scenes my group chose is Act 3, Scene 1, and I was originally cast as the Capulet servant that accompanies Tybalt alongside Petruchio (whom we nicknamed 'NPC' - Non Petruchio Character), and one of my friends was cast as Mercutio. Then, I discovered my source (an adaptaion of the play) and all of a sudden I just felt this very strong need to play Mercutio in the scene. Like, REALLY strong. I just HAD to be Mercutio. It was like if I wasn't seen as Mercutio, everything felt deeply wrong.

I asked my friend if she would like to swap roles with me, because she's not much of a fan of theatre and acting and such. She was happy and agreed, and we swapped roles, and the MOMENT that happened it was like the stars aligned and everything in the universe was right. I'm not even exaggerating that is the closest description to how I felt.

I thought what I felt I was just me being a jealous prick, and then I began considering if maybe it's actually because I'm Mercutio in a fictionkin way. Long story sort of not very short, I confirmed it.

❤️ - What's your favorite memory from this kin?

I don't have many clear memories, but I do have a very vague memory of sitting under a tree with Benvolio.

💔 - What's your least favorite memory from this kin?

Definitely my death, for sure.

🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?

Some sort of mix between spiritual and psychological.

✔️ - What details about this kin, if any, line up really close with canon?

Pretty much everything except the stuff I meantion in the next question.

✖️ - What details about this kin, if any, are really different from canon?

Mostly things that aren't mentioned in source. For example, the brother I have in the original play is completely nonexistent in my canon. He doesn't show up and is not mentioned in source, and I'm pretty sure most of the fandom headcanons that he exists.

✨ - What did you look like?

I look exactly like me in the 2010 cast, played by John Eyzen.

👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?

Pretty much anything purple or with purple on it. I don't really care if it's masculine or feminine or the specific shade of purple.

🎶 - What music / songs do you associate with your kin?

Pretty much just all the songs I sing in source.

🖼️ - What sort of aesthetics do you associate with your kin?

Anything purple, really

🎂 - Are there any foods / flavors you associate with this kin?

Gelato! It reminds me of Verona :)

🫂 - Who were you closest with in your canon?

Benvolio and Romeo, of course :D

😒 - Who did you dislike most / not get along with from your canon?

Tybalt.

🖍️ - What hobbies or activities make you think of your kin?

Karaoke! I don't have the singing skills I used to have, but at least I get to vibe to some songs I like.

💥 - What skills or abilities did this kin have, if any, that you can't do now but wish you could? (ie superpowers, languages you don't speak, skills you don't currently have, etc)

I can't speak French or Italian, I can't dance very well, and I can't whistle 😔

🐦 - Is there anything you miss about this kin's body that you don't currently have? (ie basic appearance traits, tails, wings, etc)

I wish I still had my fabulous hair :(

🌌 - Do you ever experience astral limb sensations with this kin? (IE feeling your wings, tail, something your kintype has that your current body does not)

Sometimes I feel like I have my old hairstyle, but aside from that no.

🔮 - Have you ever predicted something about your source material before it happened based on kin feelings? (For example, having a kin memory that lines up with something that happens in your source before you ever knew about it)

Not really, and I never tried to.

👥 - Do you have any canonmates for this kin, and/or are you interested in finding canonmates?

I don't have any canonmates, and I'm a little scared to try to find them. What if later in life I de-confirm this kintype and disappoint them? What if I remember my memories incorrectly and that prevents me from finding the right canonmates?

I definitely do want to find SOURCEmates, though. It's just finding canonmates that feels a bit daunting.

Fictionkin Ask Game

[FACTKIN/FACTIONKIN DNI]

Heya! This is a little ask game I'm designing for fictionkin folks, feel free to rb! If you have multiple kins, you can choose one to answer questions for, or have the asker state which kin they're asking abt when they send the emoji. Have fun!

⏳ - How long have you known about this kin?

❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?

❤️ - What's your favorite memory from this kin?

💔 - What's your least favorite memory from this kin?

🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?

✔️ - What details about this kin, if any, line up really close with canon?

✖️ - What details about this kin, if any, are really different from canon?

✨ - What did you look like?

👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?

🎶 - What music / songs do you associate with your kin?

🖼️ - What sort of aesthetics do you associate with your kin?

🎂 - Are there any foods / flavors you associate with this kin?

🫂 - Who were you closest with in your canon?

😒 - Who did you dislike most / not get along with from your canon?

🖍️ - What hobbies or activities make you think of your kin?

💥 - What skills or abilities did this kin have, if any, that you can't do now but wish you could? (ie superpowers, languages you don't speak, skills you don't currently have, etc)

🐦 - Is there anything you miss about this kin's body that you don't currently have? (ie basic appearance traits, tails, wings, etc)

🌌 - Do you ever experience astral limb sensations with this kin? (IE feeling your wings, tail, something your kintype has that your current body does not)

🔮 - Have you ever predicted something about your source material before it happened based on kin feelings? (For example, having a kin memory that lines up with something that happens in your source before you ever knew about it)

👥 - Do you have any canonmates for this kin, and/or are you interested in finding canonmates?