#skulls almost dont fit but i love them

[dropsofmercuryinherhair]

the blood of angry men/the dark of ages past

[thepepsislvt]

Also, do you write for Kid or Killer…………? Is so PLEASE SOMETHING ANYTHING I BEG, EVEN JUST HCS FOR EITHER OR A POLY

-🌷 the Eustass and Killer (and barto ofc) obsessed Tulip

I ENJOY THEM SO MUCH AND I THINK ABOUT THEM SO CONSTANTLY YOU ASK I PROVIDE ❤️

nobody will understand how much i miss the pre time skip killer fit like he looks good in post timeskip but GOD.

Warnings: Cursing, kid being a dick

dating both Kid and Killer there will never be a dull moment

Kid is loud and rowdy and Killer is quiet

you and Kid bicker and poke fun at each other like you’ve known each other your whole life

When you and Eustass are at each other's throats it's Killer who comes and steps in to break the fight

Acts like a mom and is like “I don't care who started it I'm going to finish it”

Because you're too damn stubborn and Kid has such a thick skull Killer has to separate you more than not

Kid may not seem like he cares but he does

he shows it awfully though

he pull up to your bedroom door at an ungodly time of night before going to bed himself

he barges in and bangs on the open door just to wake you up

after your initial reaction which was to grab a weapon and hide under your bed you finally realize its just him

you crawl out and give him a nasty glare

“What is it Eustass? cant it wait until morning?”

“i made this for you asshole”

he gives you a new bracelet or necklace he made himself before leaving without another word

he leaves your door open just to annoy you

you slam the door before returning to bed

the noise from the door being slammed woke Killer awake and he knows exactly what happened

when you all wakeup you get an earful from Killer about being quiet at night because the crew needs to sleep in order to function properly

Killer is almost the exact opposite from Kid

any fights you have with him he will resolve in a normal, calm manner

he lets you sit in the kitchen with him while he cooks

you can talk his ear off and he wont butt in or interrupt you

he does get his piece in when you pause for a moment

most nights he cuddles with you since Kid stays awake pretty late

and if you do stay up late like Kid, Killer will sleep on whatever furniture available and just hold you in his lap

Killer is insecure about his laugh and face so when you first started dating he would only let you kiss his hands or mask

but slowly he warms up to the idea of you seeing his face and every now and again he moves his mask up his face more when you want to give him a kiss

when he does eventually remove his entire mask you cover his entire face in kisses and tell him hes perfect to you even if he doesnt think so

Killer loves it when you play or brush his hair

you help him style it and always puts it into a ponytail for him when hes cooking

Kid lets you kiss him only if you can reach his face

he will make you climb on furniture and jump around just to do so

when hes done making you work so hard he squats down only to tease you even more

“can you reach now, Tiny?”

“well now youre not getting a kiss for that”

“WHAT!? NO THATS NOT FAIR! I WANT A KISS AND I WANT IT NOW”

“Im not giving it to you for that!”

“GIVE ME IT NOW I DESERVE IT”

hes so demanding

when Killer sees Kid giving you shit for being shorter than him Killer will push the back of Kid’s head down so you can reach him

You kiss Kid’s cheek and then go hug the blonde while Kid complains that having Killer help is cheating

on nights where Kid is just worn out and actually decides to go to bed when you and Killer do its an amazing cuddle session

Killer has to separate sleep in the middle which he doesnt mind but only does this because you and Kid will Bicker about anything and everything

“STOP laying on me you big red asshole”

“well youre cutting off my oxygen when you lay on my chest” (you dont he just wants to have the last word)

“God you act like you cant bench triple my weight”

“you two fight like children just shut up and go to sleep” Killer had to physically move either one of you to the other side of him just so the poor guy can sleep

there are some nights you and Kid can sleep next to each other without fighting but you two are always up till 4 in the morning giggling and laughing about the most random ass things

“okay would you rather spend 24 hours in an abandoned mall with 10 cobras or 1 gorilla but you cant use your metal arm or devil fruit”

“Well obviously the gorilla because i feel like i could fight it without those”

“i didnt know youre that dumb”

“oh really what would you pick?”

“the snakes obviously”

“you dont know where they are though! one could drop from the ceiling and theyre harder to hurt! at least you can see the gorilla”

“Snakes are more afraid of you than you are of them if you leave them alone you will be fine”

“But if they bite you youre done for”

“Youre done for if you try and fight a gorilla!”

“i personally think i would intimidate it”

“Kid you cannot intimidate a gorilla, you would be better off with the snakes like they said now shut up”

you and kid do shut up for exactly 4 minutes and 56 seconds then start yapping again

Killer and Kid are the best boyfriends that anyone could ask for

[floppyponysart]

Mane 6 redesigns - mlpfim fanart

I made these a good while ago and thought hard about them but no-one cared at the time coz it wasn't a trend but now it is for some reason so I guess I'm gonna try reposting lol -v-'

get ready coz there is a long description of my inspirations and more details about these redesigns coming below. get ready for crazy amount of text

Twilight

This is basically my concept for "what if twilight was like an actual nerd?".

i gave her freckles/acne and glasses coz they are typical nerdy things. i think they look super cute on her tho ^w^. i got rid of her highlights in her hair coz (even tho it is probably meant to be natural in the show) nerds dont have time for adding highlights to their hair. her hair is also shorter to make it look more like the kind of practical hair cut girl nerds often have. she is wearing her comfy clothes coz she wants to be cozy when studying and doesnt care how she looks. she is wearing her favourite nerdy fluffy socks with her fav star constellations on them (i only know the big dipper lol -v-'). she is also wearing her comfy grey plain hoodie. for some reason every nerd seems to have a plain grey hoodie. it has spare pens in the pockets to.

she has a different cutiemark here which is basically my concept for what her cutiemark might have been if she wasn't the fated leader of the elements of harmony. it represents her studious personality and her love of stars. I also gave her a big backpack stuffed full of supplies. i can attest to the fact that studious students never have enough equipment and our bags look like this XD. it is an old but sturdy bag which has even been patched up but still going. there is a pink ruler sticking out coz everyone seemed to have those pink rulers when i was at school lol.

Every badge on this bag actually is meant to have a specific subject although its hard to see so small. now i will go through each one. Top left green one with dark blue what looks like an animal is a picture of an Ursa Minor. Brown one top right is a man holding a bow ancient etching on a cave wall picture. Big blue one is obviously more star constellations. Bottom right is a fire so hot the flame is blue. Right middle one is a skull. Middle brown and green one is an abandoned church structure. Bottom middle blue one is the Milky Way. Bottom left is a nerdy funny quote. Middle green one I actually don’t remember what it was meant to be anymore. I’m gonna day it is a rare plant tho coz that makes sense I think it was something like that. It might have also been an old weapon artefact as I remember that being one of my ideas at the time. Brown middle left was a catapult shooting a melon.

Applejack

This one is simpler than the last one. I already really like applejacks design and I had less ideas but I still like this. First things first, I think it would be more fitting if Applejack was a different species of pony. Here I have her as more of a wild pony which is hairier. I have her hair as rougher and shorter coz a farmer realistically would definitely not have long hair as it would get in the way of work. That has always been something that annoys me. Her hair in the show does look very nice but it just makes no sense. I didn’t change her cutiemark much coz her cutiemark from Pony Life is almost perfect. I just changed the shape of the leaf a little bit. I did add a speckled spot on her thigh around it tho. This is reminiscent of another species of horse and I think it adds a little more detail to make her look nice. It also matches her freckles on her face.

Speaking of her freckles, I added more all over her face and ears coz anyone with freckles will know it doesn’t usually stay in one pretty place on the cheeks. I think she looks cuter this way to be honest. She has cheeks which are a little chubby which makes her look younger than she actually is. Some people have a baby face for a longer time than most and idk but I felt this fit. She looks super cute and I love it. She has a hole in one ear which makes her look a little more imperfect and it shows her tough side. It’s a scar left from her tough working days in the past. Finally, I changed her hat. Yes I know. Probably people are going to hate me for this and I do like the hat but I always felt it was a little too stereotypical. So I gave her another hat which is often used in farming; a sunhat. I think this looks nice on her as well.

Fluttershy

Yes I made a lot of changes here. I started off just wanting to draw her with braids and flowers and longer legs like her childhood self but then I thought she looked more like a deer. Tbh I prefer her as a deer coz it makes more sense. Deers are very skittish and timid so it makes perfect sense for Fluttershy. I like the little tail puff to coz it’s just so cute. Several people have drawn Fluttershy with flowers in her hair and she has even done it in the show. It makes perfect sense to me for her to have lovely flowers, seeds, twigs and saplings in her hair all the time if she is in nature all the time.

Braids make more sense to me for Fluttershy coz long hair not tied up is going to get in the way and braids take a long time but is relaxing to do. I can imagine Fluttershy just slowly and calmly enjoying making her braids in the morning. I also changed her cutiemark to an animal paw. I have always thought this would make more sense for her cutiemark although I do like the butterflies to don’t get me wrong. I have tried 2 different sets of colours here but really I had many different ideas for different combinations of these colours. What colours would you use? Which of these do you prefer? Let me know Btw she does have wings still but it’s hard to see them behind the braids.

Pinkie

It’s alpaca Pinkie! yeah I just thought it would be more fitting for her to be another animal considering I already did it for Fluttershy. Pinkie is the weird one so it makes sense if she is also a completely different species and not a very common one. Plus alpacas are friendly, like to bounce and fluffy so it’s perfect in my eyes.

She has a buck tooth coz that makes her seem more cute and imperfect which fits her personality. She has very puffy hair coz I kinda hate how Pinkie has those nonsensical curls at the ends when her hair is supposed to be super curly and puffy. Curly puffy hair just doesn’t work that way.

She has confetti stuck in her hair coz I mean puffy hair is hard to clean and she has parties all the time so it makes sense. she also has colourful spots which match the colours of the balloons in her cutiemark. A spotty colourful pattern just makes sense for bubbly party Pinkie.

I actually decided to make her a unicorn to but you can’t see her horn coz she is so fluffy. I mean she is constantly doing weird and magical things so why isn’t she a unicorn?! It also makes sense people would think she is strange coz they can’t see her horn.

Last but not least, I like her cutiemark in the show but why does it have to be 3 separate balloons when balloons are often together anyway? So I grouped them together to make one big cutiemark instead and I think it looks better. What do you think?

Rainbow

I couldn’t do much with this one coz rainbow dash is already perfect. I tried some ideas here tho and I still like the results. It’s good in its own way.

I basically focused on the sporty side of rainbow dash here as you can probably tell. I made her thicker with strong cheek bones like an actual sporty person. I also gave her sweatbands coz of course she should be wearing those if she is doing sports all the time.

I gave her shorter hair coz they get in the way when doing sports and gave her the hair she has in pony life coz it just looks better sorry not sorry.

Anyone else always bothered by the fact her hair has half of it one o half of the colours and the other half the other half of the colours? Originally her hair had red, orange and yellow on top of her head and green, blue and purple on the hair on the back of her head. I just always felt that was weird so I made her tail and head have all the colours instead.

I also thought it was always a missed opportunity with the wings to not have them rainbow feathers like this. I mean why not?! It’s perfect!

I am really happy with her new cutiemark. I kept the rainbow and lightning bolt but made it have a football in instead. She’s into football in equestrian girls so this made sense to me and I love how the design came out. What do you think?

Last but not least I even designed an accessory for her. Of course it’s not fashionable or anything. It’s just a water bottle she carries around with her to make sure she stays hydrated when exercising. Hydration is important!

Rarity

At first I had no idea how to redesign rarity coz she is already pretty dang perfectly designed for her personality. But then I had the idea of making her older and more experienced with life kinda like a fashionista which has had kids or a cougar.

So here she is. She is no longer a unicorn but an earth pony instead. I never thought she needed magic tbh. She still wants to look pretty but her fashion sense is not great and she instead is just wearing bits and bobs of things she likes which don’t go together.

Her hair is shorter as she has less time to clean and maintain it and she wants to show off her accessories more anyway. She had a handbag which is a mixture between nice looking and big so it’s practical to use.

She has purple lipstick (just in case you can’t tell coz it is kinda hard to see). I also tried giving her a different eye colour which I think still looks nice on her and is more fitting of this version of her design.

I also gave her a different cutiemark. I do like her cutiemark but it doesn’t really relate to her love of fashion much and didn’t seem fitting to my design so I made this one for her. It’s a heart which represents her generosity and it wears a hat and and an earring which represents her love of fashion. What do you think? I love this cutiemark design personally.

The accessories are pretty self explanatory but just in case (coz I’m bad at drawing objects -v-') I’m gonna explain some of them. There is a pearl necklace with a nice big green gem. There is a gold bracelet with small red gems in it.

She is wearing earrings which are supposed to be green and blue opals. It was hard to get them to look like opals do with different colours merged together but I think I ended up with a pretty good result. It’s more green and murky than I intended tho. It also was difficult coz of how small it is. Any tips for how to make something look like that?

[softhousewife]

Tell me all of your insecurities and I'll tell you why I love each and every one of them. Let me show you the you I see.

You say you dont like your smile and I'll tell you how your whole face softens up when you do. How your cheeks raise and your eyebrows get all furrowed and bowed. How your eyes glisten in the light and turn a beautiful deep, rich brown color.

You tell me you dont like your voice and I'll tell you how a warm feeling fills my head with every sentence. How it resonates in my skull and makes my brain buzz. I can almost feel it in my chest, every word, like a heartbeat that keeps me going.

You say your hands aren't pretty and I'll show you how well they fit into mine, how its like they were made for it. I'll put your hand to my chest and hold it there, running my thumb back and forth across yours until our fingers interlock.

We can go through every part of you, every inch until you realize your beauty, and maybe one day you'll see yourself the way I do.

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Okay, the Pokémon AU is great and it deserves some more thoughts! So...

Which team do you think the League would be on? Team Rocket? Team Aqua? Team Magma? Team Plasma? Other? Are they actually from different teams and butt heads when they meet?

(And Bakugou as the protagonist would get SO PISSED when his quests got sidetracked by Team Whatever and their shenanigans)

The villain lover in me is LIVING for this ask. I’m so tempted to just say all of them as Team Star because they’re almost entirely young folks who hate the system and want a community who cares for them but I had to give it more thought than that

One of the ones I would put in Team Star would be Magne. Her entire reason for becoming a criminal was so that she could live her own life the way she wanted to, free of societal pressures. I think she’d really dig Star’s pro-community anti-society thing, especially where they have a heavy influence on accepting and lifting up outcasts. I think Toga and Twice would likely fit for similar reasons, since they both turned to crime/the league in part because they were outcasts. It’s obvious one of the things that they both want most is to be loved not in spite of their flaws but because of them, and I think Team Star would really appeal to them due to their sense of community and unconditional acceptance

Mr Compress I would put in the Aether Foundation. Theyre professional, a little flashy, and their goal is to help Pokemon, but they do it in a less-than-legal way. Both their appearance and goals align with Compress's, where he and his great-great grandfather aim to help the general population the Aether Foundation aim to help Pokemon. I considered making him Team Flare but I think their whole "blow up the planet" gig was a little too aggressive for Compress

Kurogiri is Macro Cosmo. I know their status as villains is super highly disputed and theyre typically not considered villains but hear me out. Most Macro Cosmo employees are just that. Employees. It can be assumed that they didnt exactly sign up for a villainous organization, they just ended up a part of it. Thats exactly what happened to Kurogiri; he never wanted to be a villain, but now its just a part of his job

Shigaraki and Dabi would both be Team Skull. Theyre similar to Magne, Twice, and Toga in the sense that society doesnt appeal to them, and theyre outcasts who wanted to rebel. The reason I went with Team Skull however is that Team Star feels a bit... too friendly? Theyre both pretty cold, and dont want much to do with a team. Team Skull feels a little less found family and a little more "group who support each other for a common goal" which I think would appeal to them more (not that they wouldnt just become a found family later on anyway)

Spinner is Team Yell because he too spends every waking moment stanning someone more well-known than him, to the point of being a criminal

Giran is Team Rocket because money defies all moral expectations

(Oh Bakugou would HATE these guys. He would either have to be completely inconvenienced (typical "you will die if you dont help" type shit) or be offered WILD compensation for his time. At some point it would become personal tho and he'd be annoyed with them and enjoy beating them for fun)

[iwilllearntowrite]

I miss you terribly. I wonder what you're up to, you seem to have grown so much the past few months and I'm so sad I dont get to be there to watch you grow and transform. It's been a blessing to have gotten to be there for so long... And it really saddens me that a breakup was ultimately needed for some things to move forward in our lives. I kept trying to make it fit with the relationship, but I couldn't and I kept putting it off... And I am so sorry things went that way. It hurts to think you feel I abandoned us, that I didn't try or feel like it. That the relationship is something only you fought for, and wanted. I am so sorry I made you feel that way. I am so terribly sorry. It is truly the opposite of my intentions and it pains me that so many of my thoughts and feeling didnt, and couldn't, reflect in my behaviour. I am so sorry for how I have acted, and how I have not. I promise I tried. I never meant to act in malice toward you, or do wrong by you. I know it is inevitable to hurt and cause hurt. I am not trying to avoid that truth. I just want to make crystal clear I did my best to make sure my intentions toward you always came from a place of love.

I love you infinitely, and I want to keep rooting for you... Missing you is not new to me, I missed you even when we were together, but my longing and heartbreak keeps reaching new depths, each harder to describe. I am trying to untie a knot with my elbows. My love for you is beyond me, and it almost always was... It feels so cruel to both you and me.

I'm so sorry that we had to breakup, it was never something I wished for. And I know you didnt either. It was something that needed to happen and that we needed to face. I wonder how you see it now, what you would say to that statement. You've been so unpredictable... I'm scared to never know you again. I'm sorry. Words really do fail me, and I fail them. I failed you as well.

It was such an honour to get to be with you, to know you, to be in your life and watch you grow. Thank you for the gift of your presence, know that that was always more than enough for me.

God I wish you could've felt my love. You are etched in my skull and the home I made for you in my heart, a castle and its maze, remains. I clean it up and watch over it still. I walk and sleepwalk around it sometimes. There are too many rooms I struggled to open wide, or never dared to.

It paralyses me to think c

[cookie-shmookie]

🎶✨when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 5 of your favorite followers🎶

Oh hai hello hiii! Thanks for sending ask!

Since I have MASSIVE problems with choice, I'm gonna list 10 songs in no particular order whatsoever. I also wont send this to anyone back because... ug.... lazy... And I hate to choose favorites. And besides you don't want to have this ask back at ye for a weird loophole of ask memes.

I completely sidetracked...

Cookie's unorganized and chaotic playlist!(with unnecessary descriptions and thoughts)

Ah! - Jeon Yonghyeon - The whole Mignon soundtrack hits my very sweet spot of techno stuff. And it also EXTREMELY fitting the anime itself, oh the vibes <З

Storyteller and N.S.F.W. - Daisuke Ishiwatari & Naoki Hashimoto - I'd put ALL Guilty Gears OST here if I could, it's just THAT good, but these two just... Resonate with me idk :D8 (Also Drift, but...... Ah..........)

Riot - Hollywood Undead and Revolution - The Score - Hooooly Molly, these songs makes me feel so.... Rebellious! I want to start shit up!

The Wolf - SIAMES - I ADORE their music videos, they're very stylish and have so much meaning in them! Also other songs are very cool too!

ANY Sonic OST made by Crush 40 - Blue Bastard holds me hostage for 20 years and I Crush 40 have a very special place in my heart. I can talk a lot about how influential Live and Learn was for me in childhood or how Sonic Heroes' (my most fav game of this franchise) What I'm made of... was my most fav song for a VERY long time, but I'll spare the rant, lol.

Red Stars - The Birthday Massacre - Not particularly favorite song from this band (that'd probably be Kill The Lights or Happy Birthday ) but oh the RAW... They're also were my first, like, Gothic band I really got into in my teen years.

The more sad/calm songs that wont be for everyone's consumptions:

Breezeblocks - Alt-J - Ah yes, Alt-J... I absolutely adore this music video and the song itself resonates with me on... personal level. That's all I'm gonna say. :")8

Scary Love - The Neighborhood - I love The Neighborhood, a lot of their songs are in my playlist, this one (with Crybaby and Daddy Issues) is my top favs tho. They're like a epitome of my edgy cringy almost-emo teen age era with their songs. I also cant believe they got THE Tommy Wiseau to play in this vid, that's WILD.

Gooey - Glass Animals - Glass Animals are THE band to play on bground while getting absolutely stoned out of your mind bwahaha. I mostly listen to them because I like the... vibes? of their music. Very relaxing.

Sedated - Hozier - Ohhh, Hozier.... DONT turn their songs when I'm around ESPECIALLY when we're drinking together, I WILL cry my eyes out due to some issues and associations they bring to my mind :"З8

And stuff that didn't made it to the list mostly cuz I can't choose favorite and ran out of space:

Daft Punk

Mystery Skulls

Linkin Park

Die Antwoord

Darren Korb (Specifically his Hades and Pyre soundtrack)

Disco Elysium OST

The Cure

Various old-timey songs that make me feel very fuzzy and nice

[adacatlovelace]

I feel like I should do a recap for people who dont follow Hermitcraft just becuase of the sheer insanity of whats going on this season.

1. Docm77 is the resident tech-minded Hermit who repeatedly does ABSOLUTE BLACK MAGIC on the Hermitcraft server (which is mostly vanilla aside from a few cosmetic stuff) Some examples he’s done with the help of “The Hivemind” (the minecraft technical community) include: Resetting a chunk in a way that CREATED 8 spawners, used update suppression to have his inventory linked to a storage block so that it was constantly refilling his inventory, making a lightning storm with hundreds of lightning strikes per minute, as well as making the first charged creeper farm (which is why his skin has a creeper face), creating a machine that fires an arrow with a ridiculous amount of speed (thus doing a ridiculous amount of damage) that goes THROUGH blocks and got a pet Enderdragon. Again, all of this in VANILLA minecraft without commands.

2. This season Doc made a 500x500 perimeter where he used whats called a World Eater to clear out a massive space to optimize his farms as well as a massive tunnelbore (automatic mining machine that uses TNT duping)

3. Resident prankster Grian decides to show GoodTimesWithScar the tunnelbore and accidentally causes it to blow up.

4. Doc retaliates the way Doc usually does: By breaking the game. He turns Grian’s massive and decorative portal into a single portal block and covers Scar’s base in unmoving wither skull projectiles.

5. Grian makes a dragon egg scavenger hunt for Zedaph, another hermit, that involves blowing a small hole in Doc’s base to “poke the goat”

6. Doc then lays a trap at MumboJumbo’s base that causes the entrance of Mumbo’s base to blow up after grian kills a zombie wearing a crown (Reward from Mumbo’s recreation of the reddit april fools Button event)

7. Grian then retaliates by building an automatic chicken spawner in Doc’s base and becuase its constantly loaded, it fills the permiter with LITERAL THOUSANDS of chickens

8. Doc and Rendog then cover Grian, Scar’s and Mumbo’s base in duped dragon eggs. Dragoneggs cannot be picked up normally and instead need to be removed ONE AT A TIME using pistons or making them fall on a torch

10. Grian, Mumbo and Scar form a group called “The Buttercups” with a base on the ridge of the perimeter and Grian makes a giant cursive “LIVE LAUGH LOVE” sign on the wall of the perimeter. They also make a massive Buttercup robot called “The Butterbot” to fight Doc’s Goat robot

11. Rendog makes his own minibase hidden under The Buttercup base to spy on them, as well as making a two person Sniffer costume out of minecraft skins, but this plan almost immediately falls apart as Grian mentions putting more “inspirational messages” on Doc’s permiter, causing doc to yell out in a fit of rage

12. The robots fight and the Bottercup blows itself up leaving the goat robot almost completely undamaged UNTIL Doc launches two tnt dropping butterfly robots, which, becuase of a technical error on the buttercups side, ended up blowing the goat robot up

13. Just when things seem like they couldn’t get any crazier, Doc goes on vacation for a bit and Grian decides to use this time to COVER THE WHOLE PERIMETER using over 250,000 dirt blocks, not just placed flat either but TERRAFORMED AND WITH GREENERY PLANTED OVER IT TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THE PERIMETER WAS NEVER THERE

14. This was SO much of a monumental task that almost all of the other hermits decided to help out just for chance to be a part of one of the greatest minecraft pranks ever done, leading to the above twitter exchange.

if u dont follow them on twitter, u r missing out

[salorade]

Mask, bound, break

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! Asks of tumblr are/were always my favorite most indulgent thing online. >:D

I have NOT done a good job info-dumping (if any at all!) on tumblr about my OCs-- and i have too many to tell-- so I'll use this time to answer about Maso since he and gang are the OCs i havev spent a considerable amount of brainpower thinking about(he is a deepseaprisoner fan oc) -- and also do a double and do Blorbo, who has nothign to do with maso and friends but he is a guy in my icon.

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Maso: Not quite figuratively-- as in, he puts on an act but at the same time he doesn't really put an act on. I wouldn't call him genuine, but I wouldn't say he's hiding a truer self. When he's sad, he'll try to escape it with substances and jokes. The two people who do see under his pretense would be his right-hand demon whom he has spent a considerable amount of time with (unhealthy coping mechanism), and his god whom he used to be in love with (they're a bit of the 'two sides of the same coin' in a very metaphorical way, they can't stand each other anymore but without the other all would perish)

Blorbo: A mask hiding a mask hiding a mask hiding a mask hiding a mask. Figuratively, though if you'd cut his face open there would probably be a hole instead of a skull.

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

Maso: No. He wouldn't be unkind to it though. In the canonical universe, he and his good god broke up because (NoT quite because, more like it was what broke the camels back) maso's demon named Laplace ate sado's head and most beloved angel (laplace had. social anxiety and he wanted to be friends). Sado punished Laplace by putting him into a deep slumber / dream. and so on and so on, maso gets mad at that's almost about it. -- In An Alternative Universe, if Sado were to kill Laplace instead of sleep, Maso would be violent. He would attempt at some point to imprison his god in fits of broken revenge. Sado would say nothing during this time, and would be let go only when maso breaks down further to realize what he is doing.

Blorbo: Ok. I've never really thought about it, but a guy who looks like anyone's favorite character must have been captured at least more than once. Have you seen those One Direction wattpad fics? I didn't but I'm pretty sure one would include kidnapping. Blorbo can probablly receive some damage in slapstick senses, but I don't think he can truly get wounded. When he dies, he teleports all brand-new to another part of the world/universe/whatever. What a guy.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Maso: If his god would get beaten up he'd be really upset. Similarly, he often gets genuinely upset at the words of his god even if sado says something anyone else would say and wouldn't be a problem. I'm blanking out on the exact specifics of how you could get him to break down completely. he has things that gets him mad but they get him mad in a passive aggressive way where he still has control over the situation. I think it really is all reliant on his god, for something like a complete breakdown. I know in a Roleplay , Maso fed his heart to someone. I dont remember why but I do remember Sado almost died due to getting beaten up (IN RP, where these guys interact with outsiders -- they're so weak compared to others. roleplay isnt really canon for their universes except some times). Uhmm has anyone ever seen him at his lowest... yes the same as the mask question, good Othello and dear Sado would be the only confidants to know. I do think Maso (and mr. Sado too in fact) would hate being in his lowest or showing real weakness.

Blorbo: I think if you would push him to have his own identity or strip him of what he is, he would break down because he is in fact nothing outside of his looks (sexyman) -- OR that is how he would feel, adding this as i think about it more. I think he would also get frustrated if the pressure rises about how he's doing. I wonder if he would glitch like a video game! maybe somehow has seen him at his lowest. He'd probably explode and revive somewhere else.

[selsbrainfarts]

Once again I'm sitting here, like any other evening since the last few weeks.

My mind is racing but empty at the same time.

I feel like theres cotton balls in my skull.

I dont know what to feel anymore.

Is it emptyness?

Solitude?

Grief?

Anger?

Or just a combination of it all, overwhelming me beyong sanity?

I guess thats the one.

I dont know what everything always has to happen at the same time, but it always does.

And every time I wish I could just escape this shithole of a planet.

Escape my fate.

But no matter how far I'd run, it will always be there.

I dont have any solution to this all.

I can just wait and try to numb myself on the weekends.

Yet the numbing never happens, no matter how sensless I drink myself, it donesnt go away.

I need distraction from my private life, yet work is just as crippling as the rest.

It seems like its always me, messing up, being involved, takeing the brunt of anger from everybody.

I know I'm a waste of space, I know I'm slow, I know I'm lazy, I know I'm dumb.

I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm disgusting.

I know.

I try to just avoid everybody because my heart cant take any more at the moment, but everybody seems to follow me just to take their anger out on me.

The problems I have just keep piling up, I dont even know what to work on first.

I want to visit grandma everyday, i know she doesnt want to die alone, but I cant bare it.

I love her so much and I owe it to her but my heart feels like it tearing out of my ribcage.

Grandpa believes he will die before her and the thought pulls the floor from under me.

I know he has had a lot of health issues lately but I didnt think...

They are my world, my safe place.

I cant bare to think about losing them.

Not so close together, not now, not ever.

But its part of life.

I know.

And all things that would usually distract me from that pain just pain me even more.

Because everything needs to happen at once.

I used to seek comfort in my animals.

But my bunny died this summer and my cat now has dementia and hates me all of a sudden.

Its rare she wants me near her.

I used to talk to my friends, I still do but I cant talk honestly.

Not sober.

And even drunk, its not the whole truth.

Because I dont want to burden anybody when they have just as many problems.

And then I find myself, sitting in the cold rain, listening to them and feeling my heart rip even more.

The words want to come out.

But I wont let them slip.

Pathetically enough, I'm still in love with him.

Despite receiving no interest shown towards me.

Despite him showing clearly how utterly stupid he finds me.

Despite not having exchanged a single word for almost 5 months now.

Despite being told and knowing it would never work.

He likes pretty girls, and I am not that.

He was in love with my best friend and she is the polar opposite of me in terms of appearence.

Its so pathetic but thats quite fitting for me.

I'm stuck in this feeling.

Wishing he'd be here, hug me close and just tell everything will be ok.

But it wont happen.

My mom is as bad as always, makeing me feel awful whenever she can.

Makeing fun of my feelings, destroying my comfidence day by day.

Reminding me that I'm not enough for her.

And I know when she is feeling low again and is deep in her manic depression, I will be the one caring for her.

But whenever I'm low or sick, I get even more attacked and hurt by her.

Because I cant do everything she wants me to.

And my dad?

He was honest to me, confessing he had a mental breakdown or even suffers from burnout.

Because even the one person in my life I counted on, knew was strong crumbles at some point.

The approaching death of my grandma pulls him back to 10 years agon, when his mother died.

And thats what broke the great wall of built up feelings and trauma.

I cant bare to see him so empty, broken and hopeless.

I want to help him so badly, but how does one help another when they cannot even help themselfes?

[thegetoufather]

NIGHT MOVES • EREN JAEGER

eren jaeger x f!reader

warnings: smut, 18+/minors and ageless blogs DNI, biting, friends with benefits to lovers, medical au (the squad is all residents), surgery bro eren

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: Not the medical eren sequel you were expecting but a continuation of the concept no the less. I dont know what this is exactly but it helped work through a block I’ve experiencing. Soft surgery boy Eren is the new love of my life. Special thanks to @karikarasuno for thinking in the same medical au as me at the same time, and @dilfphobes​ for screaming with me about this as well. I hope you all enjoy <3.

The bed frame creaks with every rock of your bodies, the thrusts sending the wooden bed frame tapping against the thin walls. It’s pointless to think that you two are being silent, that the drone of the ventilation system will mask the wet slaps of skin on skin or the groan of old mattress springs, yet his hand covers your mouth like his life depends on it, as though it will be your moans that would announce the tryst to the entire hospital.

His palm is rough against the smooth skin of your face, weathered down from all the times he’s had to scrub into the operating room. The calloused pads of his fingers dance on your lips, tapping impatiently to get them to part. The index and middle finger dip into the wet cavern when he finds his opening, settling themselves down on your tongue and weighing heavy against the muscle. 

Eren removes his other hand from your thigh, pushing the sweaty brown tendrils of hair away from his face to take in the sight below him. Pretty pink lips parted in an O, spit starting to drip to his wrist. Your tits bounce with every stroke into your sloppy cunt, eyes rolling into the back of your skull when the tip of him pushes against that sweet spot in your walls. The way he’s grinning down at you should irk you, but you can't help but clench around his length when you meet his hazy green gaze. 

He lowers himself, kissing up the column of your throat before settling himself by your ear. “Keep clamping down on me like that and I won’t last much longer, princess.” The steady rhythm he had kept up was starting to slip, growing more erratic as he loses himself in you.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” He murmurs. Your nod is restrained by the digits in your mouth, so he frees you, slickened fingers trailing down the heated skin of your body to play with your puffy clit. You bite down on his shoulder to suppress the scream that comes with your orgasm, toes curling over Eren’s hips as you see stars behind your eyelids. 

He groans as your teeth skin into him, bucking recklessly till he’s spilling into the condom inside you. Eren is hovering inches away from your face now, eyes half lidded and heavy as he focuses in on your lips, almost as if he’s contemplating kissing you. It wasn’t as though it was off the table, but doing it in the afterglow blurs the lines of your agreement, so he settles for resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat slow down in tune with his.

Eren gets off you soon after, walking to the bathroom to throw away the condom. It’s a dance you’ve perfected over the weeks of night shift, he cleans himself up, makes a show of putting his scrubs back on, gives you a mock salute before slipping out the door. And then you two don’t acknowledge each other at evening sign out, and wait for 3 am to hit to find some time to slip away, and the whole thing resets. 

You move up the bed, waiting for the inevitable bend and snap that will come when Eren starts to pull on the navy fabric on the floor, but he strolls out of the bathroom and heads straight for you instead.

“Scoot.”

“Are you serious? There’s no way both of us will fit on a full sized bed. You barely fit on here on your own.”

Eren shrugs, putting a knee on the mattress as he begins to crawl over to you. “We can make it work.”

He moves till he can rest his head on the pillow, a large arm wrapping around you to tilt you towards him. You rest on your side, Eren turning so he does the same, stabilizing your bodies by tangling his legs in yours. His feet still dangle off the edge of the bed, but the position works, leaving the both of you with enough wiggle room if you wanted to move back.

But neither of you do, finding an odd comfort in being a breath away from each other. You're close enough to see the blush of effort that peaks through his sun kissed skin, the stubble that lines his jaw, the red of the bite marks that sit on his deltoid. Eren Jaeger is so irritatingly handsome, and the sight of him looking at you so tenderly is making your stomach flip.

“How was it?” 

“It was great. It always is.”

You regret the words the minute they leave your mouth, the widening of his grin telling of how much you’ve fed his ego. 

“So,” he begins, “Always great, huh?”

“God, don’t start,” you groan, “I take it back.” 

“Uh, I’ve got you willing to scream when we fuck next to the cheiftern’s call room, a risk no one is willing to take. I think that means I’m pretty fucking great.”

You wince thinking about the bowl cut bearing man who sleeps on the other side of the wall, praying that the noise hadn’t woken him up. Marlowe had been the most enthusiastic out of the intern residents this year, trying to go above and beyond to prove his worth to the attendings and seniors while the rest of you focused on surviving the first month. His drive had earned him the nickname Chief Intern, affectionately shortened to “cheiftern” by Connie. While the title bore no actual weight, you knew the discovery of you two would land you in a rather uncomfortable conversation with him about professionalism, something neither of you had the patience for. 

“Fine, you’re great. What’s your point with all of this?”

“Are my legendary skills in bed enough to make you forgive my sins as a surgery resident?” He wiggles his eyebrows for good measure, causing you to snort in response.  

“Oh god, absolutely not. You may be great in bed, Jaeger, but you are still the worst person I’ve had the displeasure of working with.” 

“Yeah? Name at least three things I’ve done that's terrible.”

“You never respond to your pager,” you begin.

“That happened twice, and it's only because the battery died. Why do we still use battery operated things now that's not my fault.”

“You can’t write notes for shit.”

“I consider them to be to the point.”

“Even if they are, there is no ‘k’ in fracture. You’re in orthopedics, this is the one thing you work on.” 

He opens his mouth and pauses, tilting his head as he contemplates what you said. “I’ll give you that, but you probably can’t name a thir—”

“You can be so arrogant, Jaeger. But I guess that comes with the territory.” 

There’s nothing Eren could say to defend against that. In his three months time at Trost Health, he had garnered quite the reputation of being the fattest head in the room. He’d walk in late on his consults and openly question the medicine team's judgment, even if the patient was still in the room. 

It’s that attitude that led to the situation you two found yourselves in now. Venting to Jean about the order overrides hadn’t been enough for you, you had to tell him to his face how annoying he was being. Somehow, giving him a piece of your mind in his call room ended up with him having his hand in your panties instead. Jean never really understood why exactly you were more relaxed when you returned to the resident room, but you were able to pass it off as actually getting through to Eren, the computer screen showing that the medications you had ordered were rescheduled. The arrangement had brokered peace between you two, making for a more civil work environment and an escape from the gruel of the night shift.

“I’m not the worst there is, you know.”

“Please. None of us could get away with a fraction with what you pull, not all of us have —”

“Have the privilege of their dad being the president of the hospital?” Eren supplies.

Your heart stops as you look at him, guilt bubbling in your stomach when you realize he had been privy to the venom you had spewn about him. “Fuck, Eren, I didn’t —”

“It’s alright,” he says, but his face says he’s still hurting. “I mean, it’s true, right? I have been getting away with a lot by sharing the great Grisha Jaeger’s last name.” He lets out a short laugh, but all it does is thicken the tension that hangs in the air. You don’t know where to start with your apology, but Eren speaks once more, walking his fingers up your arm to get you to focus back on him.

“However, I would like to think I am getting better, maybe because a certain someone started pushing me in the right direction.” The pain in his features finally lifts, trademark half grin reappears when he sees the corners of your lips tug upwards. “Maybe internal medicine can do more than just sit behind a computer all day.”

“Hey, fuck you, we do a lot more than that. I can teach a monkey how to hold a scalpel and do your job, I have to use critical thinking with my decisions.”

“I know we’re joking around, but you didn't have to bring my brother into pillowtalk.”

You slap him on the chest with a giggle, and he grasps your arm to tug you forward. You collide into his sternum, the warmth of his skin seeping into your bones. It confuses you, the way he just called you out but drew you closer, the way you hated his guts just a couple of weeks ago and yet right now, there was no other place you wanted to be but in his arms right now. 

“Don’t think I could teach a monkey to stay around in the operating room all day though.” The words are whispered into his pecs, some part of you hoping they would just pierce the muscle and find their way into his heart. But you tilt yourself up, looking up at him so the ones that matter will reach his ears. “So it’s pretty amazing that you do that.” 

Eren looks back down at you, pushing away the loose strands at your forehead. The expression in his eyes is sweet, bordering on loving, but you can’t help but feel you’ve blown this whole arrangement up with the whirlwind of feelings that’s been put on display on the full sized bed. Time freezes when he opens his mouth, but you hardly expect the words he says next. 

“Did I ever tell you I was one of those kids who thought they could fly?” 

“What?” You sputter, brows knotting in confusion.

“Is that surprising?” He asks. 

“No, it’s astonishingly on brand, I just don’t see how it’s relevant.” 

“It is, I promise. When I was 7, I made two cardboard wings and climbed onto the roof and jumped, fully thinking I’d be able to flap my way over to the pool. Instead, I landed right on my arm, in front of my screaming mother. I thought it was all over for me, first off, I can’t even fly, and secondly, I was going to have to get this limp limb cut off me. But, to my surprise, all I needed was a cast, and after 6 short weeks, I was good as new. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, that I could go back to being an idiot kid because Dr. Kruger was smart enough to help me out, and ever since then I knew that’s what I wanted to do. So that’s how I can stand in that operating room all day, so that one day I can help a kid who took their curiosity too far get back on their feet, or even give one who never got the chance the ability to explore. They should be able to have that freedom, right?” 

His question lingers in the air, unanswered because your attention is focused on fighting the butterflies in your belly. You just pray he can’t feel them fluttering against his skin, or the way your heart races as his confession. Against all odds, under the moonlight in this dingy call room, you found yourself falling for the one man in your residency class you didn’t want to touch with a ten foot pole, the irony of it adding another bittersweet layer to the whole situation.

“I hope you get the chance to give that to them,” you reply, dropping your gaze to hide in the dip of his chest. 

“I’ll find out next week. I’m starting my rotation at Shiganshina Children’s then.”

“Oh.” 

You hope the shattering sound is contained between your ribs.

“Do you go back to days after the night shift ends for you?”

“Yep,” you smile weakly, “No fancy rotation for me just yet. So, I guess this is it, huh. Our last night together.” 

Your voice starts to trail off, you figure quieting it down rather than letting it crack is a better way to preserve your dignity. You should get up, leave before it all starts to sink in, but Eren’s hand comes up to tilt your chin towards him again, breaking you away from the home you’ve made against his body. 

He leans down to kiss you, lips slotting against yours in a way you haven’t experienced yet. You never realized how badly you wanted to be savored by him rather than devored, cursing the previous rules for keeping this feeling away from you. The moment ends as softly as it began, Eren resting his forehead against yours as he whispers his final proposition.

“It doesn’t have to be. I think I finally got my stupid pager to work, so I’m going to be calling you a lot more.”

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[icarusredwings]

After about 40 minutes of witnessing Wade try to convince her to take off her metaphorical chasity belt, her having to keep reminding him that she dosn't have that organ, him saying theyll 'make it work' and watching them dance (COUGH stumble COUGH) around on the roof in the red moonlight, Logan finally asked.

"...sooo... are you a Ghost?" Logan asked, just now realizing that Wade's body was about 50 stories down south by now.

"It's complicated." He muttered, letting her drink the rest of the bottle before he threw it over the edge, smiling, love stuck at her with the goofiest little giggle at the "WHAT THE FUCK!?" that cane from the bottom and crash that came with it.

"But.. you dont have a body right now. Because you're dead."

"I cant die, Logan." He states this, like its a known fact, as much as 1+ 1 is 2, except in this case, when it was 3.

"So unfortunate." She says with a disappointed sigh.

"Oh yeah? You think so?" He chuckles, trying to dip her to the imaginary music in his head for her to tug him down too. The loud fit of giggles that they had was enough for Logan to give them a soft smile.. it was always intresting to see him with others.. so different and yet all the same..

He watches as his weirdo of a boyfriend licked up the womans skull, his tongue going in her nose holes as she laughs. What otherwordly flirting with this?

"So are you a spirit or..? And how can I see you?"

"Soul stuff. Technically. You can't always see it, but it's a blood moon. The doors between the dead and the living are open." Wade mutters quickly, then tilts his head. "Right??"

"Not quite. But close!" She coes, laying out against the cold concrete, letting Wade motterboat her, giggling until an alarm went off on his watch.

Beepbeepbeep.

Clicking the button, he sighed heavily, looking at her with such sad puppy dog eyes. "Do you have to go so soon? What if I jump off the building again?"

She chuckles, bringing her hands up to pet his head once again, a soft squeeze of a hug. "I'm sorry, dear. I have to go."

"Wwwhhyy?" Wade whines, pouting the same way he did when Vanessa left... though... now that Logan thought about it? No- that's ridiculous. His head shakes, frowning softly, feeling sympathetic for Wade.

Death held him with soft fondness. So gentle, so soft. This was who he went to see each time he died. To get a hug and a kiss from his eternal mistress.

He wondered, though. What actually happens when death herself kisses you? If Wade's body was taken away in a truck almost 45 minutes ago then how was he going to die a second time?

Or was that the illusion.. was she actually the kiss of life?

"Stay. Please." He begs her, pulling her up as he held her hands, bringing them to his chest. "Please.."

She sighs, tilting her head as her posture softened. "I can't.. Im sorry, baby."

"B-but you're death! You can just.. keep killing me."

"Oh.. my darling.. you know better then anyone that, thats not how this works." She whispers, pulling him in for a tight hug, letting Wade cling to her, tears going into her robe. "Shh.. One day."

"One day.." He squeaked out, clearly very upset about her having to leave him- or rather, actually- Him leaving her.

Even Logan's heart pinged, now understanding why Wade was so eager to die at times, especially when in pain. He had someone to kiss him better in all planes of life.... the fucker. How did he manage that?

Sheesh.. if his words and touches alone for an hour a year could bag death herself as an astral entity, no wonder god took away his face. He'd be unstoppable. A scoff of a laugh came from Logan as he thought about this.

"Why are you laughing, Howlett?" She asks him, her voice slightly colder then before, as if upset she was laughing at Wades anguish.

Swallowing, he sits up. "I-i thought of a joke wade told me from ealier.. I apologize.." he did NOT need beef with this lady.. though.. he wondered.

If she loved Wade so much, why didn't she keep him? Even his healing factor couldn't compete with DEATH, right?? Hm... he'd have to ask that later.

"Wait!" Wade shouts from the floor as she stood.

"Yes, dear?"

"What about the cake kiss? I worked hard making that! Actually, it might be hard as a brick, but it's still delicious!

She smiles softly. "... that's what she said."

"Fuck, you're a tease.."

And before he knew it, Wade was in her lap again, staring into her empty sockets as she fed him a few bites of the cake and a strawberry.

Chewing it up, he tried to give her a slice, but she only put it between her teeth. "..Kiss me like you'll miss me, big boy."

Sitting up, he kisses her, putting his hands through her pitch white hair, sucking that strawberry right out, swallowing it instantly as he puts his tongue down her .. well.. you know what I mean.

Pulling away, he was sure to give her one more lick over her teeth as she snickered.

"Whatta woman!" He groans.

And he's gone.

Disintegrating into hundreds of white moths.

Standing up, Logan feels like he is in a fever dream. "Holy shi- what did you do to him!?" He asks, claws finally coming out of the door as he takes a few steps forward before realizing where he was, crouching, his legs shakey from the height and the fact his heart was pumping out of his chest. It wasn't every day he watched his boyfriend turn into butterflies!?

Most of them fly off, directly towards the big bright blood moon. Some stay on her, the fondess of Wade Wilson sticking to her, following her like a farmilliar.

Smirking, he can swear she has a face, narrowing her cat eyes at him. "He's at Eastern Gotham Health.... Take care of him for me."

And she's gone. Bats.

He jumps, shoving his claws into the floor, shaking as all the hairs on his arms and neck fly up. He pants, terrified. "wHAT THE FU-"

The end.

A date with Death.

Slightly nsfw.

The moon is out. The only thing about this specific moon is that it's a full moon. The Blood moon to be specific.

They came every march. And every march you could count on Wade Wilson to be busy that night.

Currently, he was sitting at the top of a sky scraper, kicking his feet over the edge with earbuds in.

Next to him was a sweet little spread, an expensive wine, two glasses, a couple of sodas, a bag of burger and fries, and a box with a small heart-shaped cake inside it, strawberries lining the top.

In his hands was a large bouquet of dark colored roses, burgandy, black, and reds (of course). He knew the moment he gave them to their recipient, they would die instantly, but he knew so would he. And he was okay with that.

Starting to hum, he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket, glancing at his hello kitty watch. 5 til 3.

Any moment now, he thought, glancing at the things next to him, moving the glasses over to be closer to the cake, wanting it to look perfect.

Look, if anything, he was a lover. A lover who just happened to love fighting and love kiling. But that didn't make him any less of a hopeless romantic, especially for dark harked ladies that thought he was funny.

Sure, Wade had a lot of lovers. Never being able to pin himself to just one. He spent more time with some than others, but it didn't mean he loved them any less. Even if it was only a couple of minutes a week or, in this case, an hour a year. A singular, annual date.

No, it wasn't merely enough for him, not enough for her either, but he enjoyed their little time together. How she held him and replied to his quips with further jokes that turned him into a puppy, head over heels.

It's not his fault his heart was so big. Honestly. But he knew that even if everyone left him, she would still come each March to see him.

"Welp.." He whispers, wrapping up his Ipod, laying it neatly next to the sodas as he stood up.

Turning on the heel of his good shoes (cheap half off dressage from the thrift, slightly tight, but perfect for dancing) he held the roses near his chest, like a corpse he leaned back, letting himslef fall.

This had to be one of his favorite parts. The cool wind on his back, the freshly ironed jeans and button-up flapping in the wind, the soft sherpa lined denim feeling like laying in a bed of sheep.

"Oh my darling.. Must you always take a swan dive off a 50 story building?"

He smiles, opening his eyes to see that he was back up on that roof, the dark robbed woman rubbing her hand on his arm.

"How else am I supposed to get your attention, sugar?"

She giggles, glancing over the side with an inquisitive hum. "Hhm.. always such a lovely color of red for me."

"Of course. Anything for my boney muffin." He takes her hand, kissing it softly.

"Wade Wilson, you flirt."

"My middle name. How was your trip, pumpkin?"

"Mmh... decent. Such a tease you are. You know that?"

"Obviously. Oh! These are for you. Put them on my grave when I finally get one, willya?" He coes.

She accepts the flowers, barley getting a hold on them before they wilted, drying up. Dying.

"They're beautiful.. but.. erm.. Who's that?" She questions, glancing behind them to a dark figure practically clinging to the roof top exist door.

"Oh, that's just Wolvie. He's fine, got him a number 5 meal and a soda. He's scared of heights." Wade grins, giving him a lazy wave but Logan didn't take his claws out of the metal door to wave back, the other hand holding a burger but he did tip his head. "Ma'am."

"Yeah, he should be at the end of your book somewhere. Slipepry one. Just like me."

"Mmh.. Logan Howlett...Wait I thought I've already taken him?"

"You did! He's a different one. The best one." He smiles towards the man, putting his head agisnt her shoulder.

"The man with many names.... Yes, he should be."

"Huh?"

"He should be scared of heights. I've been trying to catch him since the early 1900s. Slippery indeed...Finally caught him a few years back." She doesn't bat another.. well... dosn't move her skull away from him.

Becoming a bit nervous, Wade intertwined their hands. "Y-yeah he uh... he was curious. So.. you dont have to worry about him, though. Oh! Look! The ambulance finally showed up. Sheesh, tough break, fellas. You're too late!" He shouts at them.

"I see.." she turns back to Wade, grinning. "Don't worry.. I won't take him from you just yet.. he IS the one you were talking about last time, Yes?"

Now, Wade wasn't blind. Death was a jealous woman. Possesive of what was hers. Though Wade wasn't hers. Not quite yet. Not for.. awhile.

It's why she was so intrigued with him. So infatuated. She's never met a human that has wanted to die so much in all these centuries. So badly wishing he could crawl into her arms and let her pet his head for thousands of years as eternity went by.

He nods, blushing a bit. "Y-yeah.."

"Mmh.. quite a looker is he not?"

"Oh he so is. And he acts all tough but really hes a bit softy."

"I bet he's not soft everywhere-" She says, cassually, making Wade cough out a chuckle.

"Oh- my- god! My lady's a freak!" He laughs, still kicking his feet some as he grunts. "Not wrong tho.."

"I bet not." He watches as she looks over the small moonlight picnic he laid out for them. "Wade.. what is all this?"

"It's for our date! I made a cake and everything- well actually Wolvie helped me make it but I cut up the strawberries!"

"You did? Aww, you must be tired from such hard work. But my love..you know I can't eat." She says, frowning, not wanting to rain on his small parade.

"Oh I thought about that already. So I can eat it and then you can taste it. Fun right?"

Her black heart swells, running her hand up to behind his ear, holding his jaw. "You're too sweet."

Wade closes his eyes, leaning into hold, her thumb running over his cheek.

"Hopefully, his icing is as sweet as the cake." She whispers as he gasps, genuienly becoming giggling. "Sttaapph! You're so bad!"

"The baddest?"

Somehow, Wade knew she was giving him those eyes. The kind that suggested something.

"Oooh, the baddest. You know it, babe. Good thing I love me a bad bitch huh? Actually, It's a good thing you like funny losers. Guess in the lucky one."

"Wade.." She says, "you're not that funny."

"Ouch!!" He exclaims, hand drimatically going over his heart, shifting to fall into her lap. "You've wounded me!!" He whined, sticking out his tongue, pretending to be dead.

She laughs through her nose, holding his head in her thighs, petting over his head as she grabs his hand, rubbing over his bumpy skin.

"You're pretty hot tho.." she mutters, bringing the hand to her breast with a teasing smile.

Opening his eyes, he looks up to her with a big shit eating grin. "Oh, you flatter me! And apology accepted." Sitting up he brings the hand to her neck, starting to kiss up her jaw, little pecks.

"You really mean that? Me being pretty hot? And which is it? Am I pretty or am I hot? Cause I think you're gorgeous-"

"Wade."

"I mean, truly, deeply the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I don't just mean your killer rack either-"

"Wade."

"Did you do your hair for me? Goddess, forgive me for saying this, but damn, How are you so fine? Half of you is literally bone and Id still fuck ya until your hip needs replaced, What do you think? Right here on the roof? Hm?"

Pushing the food over, he starts to run his fingers down her side, getting to the point where her waist used to be. "Fuck, babe how are you so tiny down here? You know what, We'll fix that. Lemme pump a baby in ya-"

"Wade!" This time, It came from about 30 feet away, behind them.

"Wha!?"

"Let her speak! Damn!"

"oh..." Honestly, he had forgotten entirely that Logan was even here. He was so quiet..

"I tried to warn you, darling.."

"Well, I'm not sorry! He knew what he was getting into when he came here.. I can't believe I even let him come.. cockblocked on my own date.." he mutters, obviously frustrated as he agressivly popped open the wine bottle, starting to pour.

Seeing how upset he got only made her smile, pulling his waist closer, her hand dipping to 'accidently' brush up against him.

"Why would I thought that was a good-" for a second he stopped talking, leaning his head back into her boobs with a big smirk. "Oh but IM the tease?"

"Shh. Your cock dosn't seem very blocked to me."

A small squeal came from him as he handed a glass to her after swirling it a couple of times.

"A nosotros mi carino." He says, rolling his r all fancy like, leaning on her still with such comfortably.

The smiles, smirking lovingly. "A la esperanza de que te rompas el cuello mi amor~" She coes back, raising her glass to his until it made a CLNK noise, dumping it into her mouth.

Wade does the same, chugging the glass only to sit up, crawling to the edge as he coughs, spitting it out. "Oh, that's HORRIBLE! Jesus! White woman drink that shit? Why? I mean- I get it- after having to watch 5 hours of a pathetic excuse for a soccor game, I'd drink that too."

Death giggles, watching Wade refill their glasses.

[slowpoke-fics]

Migraine

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x reader, platonic Sam x Reader

Summary: reader is scared to let the boys in and tell them about the chronic migraines she suffers from, after a hunt the truth comes out and you're shocked with how they respond

Warnings: smut, no a too whole lot, two paragraphs on 3000 words, nothing too triggering I think, medicine, as always, I might have missed something read at your o w n risk

A/N: It might be a little long, tbh I dont know what a long/short fic looks like but it's def one I could've split and didn't. I really enjoyed writing this one, am having a little bit of a block after writing six fics in a day. shout out to my first smut in at least five years.

You had been hunting with Sam and Dean for a couple of months, finally feeling like you had earned your place. You didn't feel comfortable letting them know your weaknesses, which is why you didn't tell them you had migraines. You were able to cover for the most part, hiding it from the family you've come to know quite well. Most of the time. Sometimes you just couldn't, the pain overbearing and you just had to stay in bed all day, "It's just cramps." You lied to the boys, who assumed that you were covering your face and curled up like a child because of your embarrassment and pain. Sooner or later they will find out, and that's just what happened on this witch hunt.

You were the first one back into the motel, just wanting to lie down, Sam and Dean following suit. Dean slammed the door, causing you to jump with a jolt of pain to your head, reminding you of the already particularly bad headache you had. Thank god you'd be home soon. You went into the bathroom, wanting to shower after a long day of hunting the witch down, turning the lights off as you shut the door, you sighed, the pain growing. You turned the shower on, making it just a little warm, undressing and sitting down, putting your knees close to yourself, held together by your crossed arms with your head on your knees just enjoying the relief the water brings you.

You must've lost track of time because the next thing you hear is Dean, pounding on the bathroom door, basically screaming, "Y/n, damn, we want hot water!" You groaned, "Fuck off Dean! I'll be out in a minute," you shouted, much harsher than you wanted. You heard Dean grumble but couldn't understand it. Ignoring him, you finished washing your body, head already hurting bad enough it was too much to have to stand and wash, worried you might puke if you moved around more than you needed.

You came out of the shower, laying on the bed, closing your eyes, waiting to leave when you heard Sam speak up. "Did you get hurt and not tell us?" You rolled your eyes, then rose up and looked at Sam. "What?" You were confused, why would you not tell them if you got hurt? You looked over your body for any marks as Dean spoke, "Why else would you take so damn long?" You glared at him, "Sorry, I guess I won't enjoy my showers anymore." You laid back down, Dean looked at you with a pang of guilt you didn't see. He was just, in his own way, trying to check on you.

When both Sam and Dean had showered, you packed up your stuff, not caring if you left anything behind, you led out the door, crawling into the backseat of the impala. As you started rolling out, you realized it was going to be a long trip when the first wave of nausea hit you. Leaning into the window, enjoying the cold, you closed your eyes, knowing sleep would not come.

About two hours into the trip back to the bunker, after not saying a single word, you finally spoke up. "Dean," he looked at you through the rearview mirror, "pull the car over, Sam you gotta let me out." Dean was a little shocked, "What," he said quickly. "Pull the car over, before I hurl in your baby." At that, the car near immediately stopped, Sam quickly allowing you to get out. Almost as soon as your foot hit the ground, before you were even all the way out of the car, vomit spewed from your mouth. Sam was rubbing your back, not sure why you were sick, as you'd never gotten car sick.

Dean got out of the car, circling it to come to your side, worry written all over his face. Dean replaced Sam, Dean whispering something to him that you couldn't hear over the splashing on the road. You heard the car door shut, and felt Dean pull your hair back. Once you were done, Dean, helping you raise up, asked, "What's going on?" You looked at him, worry still plastered on his face.

"Nothing, I just got car sick," still feeling like you could throw up, you took a deep breath. The pain of your headache intensified by the fit. Dean laughed a little, "You've never gotten car sick in your life," shaking his head and adding, "I mean," down to a whisper, "are you pregnant?" You had to laugh a little, regretting as pain soared through your head, "No, Dean, why would you even ask that?"

"Well, in the same night you take an hour longer showering than you usually do and vomit on the side of the road." He smirked, reminiscing, "I mean after our encounter a couple of months ago-" You had to interrupt him, "We fucked once, I also recall telling you I was on birth control." Dean chuckled, "What can I say? I've got strong swimmers." Smug son of a bitch. "I'm not, can we please just go home? I got car sick, it happens."

Dean got very serious, "Not until you tell me what's going on, I'm worried now." Silently panicking, afraid that if you told them you had chronic migraines they'd think you couldn't go on hunts and you'd be alone again, but really not wanting him to worry, you finally spoke up, "It's just a migraine." Dean's face contorted in confusion, "A migraine? Since when do you get migraines?" You looked away from him, toward the trees lining the side of the road, "They're chronic, I've had them for years." Deans face softened, he reached for his passenger door and opened it for you, allowing you to crawl in.

"You all right?" Sam spoke from the backseat, thankful you didn't have to crawl back there again. You just nodded, bringing your knees to your chest and lying back against the window with your eyes closed. Dean started the car and after a few minutes he couldn't keep his mouth shut, "Why didn't you just tell us?" Sam didn't say anything, also wanting to know why this was such a big deal for you to keep a secret.

You took a sharp breath in, not moving a muscle, not even looking at them, "I was afraid you'd tell me I couldn't hunt with you guys anymore." Dean looks at sam through the rearview, the guilt on Sams face matching his own, "We would never-" Dean gripped the wheel a little tighter, "We would have worked around them, so you can be home when they're this bad. It wouldn't be puking on the side of the road horrible." Dean shook his head, reaching across to you to rub your arm, you looked at him, and he jerked his head in a come here motion. You did as you were told, starting to scoot over, he redirected your movements so your head was in his lap. His fingers running through your hair, his hand finding the back of your neck apply just a tiny bit of pressure right at the base of your skull, rubbing up and down softly, alleviating some of the pain, somehow letting you sleep the remaining trip.

When you woke up Sam was already out of the car, Dean opening your door you sleepily sat at the edge of the seat, head throbbing. Putting your hand on your forehead, elbow on the back of his bench seat, eyes still closed, you felt Dean pull your hands to his neck. "No," you jerked back, eyes filled with tears at how bad the morning light was making you feel, "I can walk." Dean huffed, "Shut up and let me carry you." You resigned and put your arms around his neck, laying your head in the crook of his neck, loving how he smelled.

You noticed as he carried you in, every single light that could be out, was. Sam must've done that for you. Opening the door to his room, you started to protest, "Shhh," he gently laid you on the bed and pulled the covers up for you, "just let me." Dean left the room, you're not sure where, but there was a pang of sadness in your chest, wanting to be near him. He came back and placed a cool rag on the back of your neck and one on your forehead, he touched your lips, slowly dragging his thumb over your lips, speaking softly, "Open up, let this pill dissolve on your tongue okay? It might be a little nasty, but it'll help." You took the pill, as it started to dissolve you scrunched up your face at the nasty taste, causing Dean to chuckle.

Dean headed to he door, it was now or never, "Will-" you started and your voice broke a little, you're not sure out of embarrassment or pain, "will you stay?" Dean smiled at you, coming to the side of the bed, crawling under the covers with you, "As long as you want me." You rolled over to him, laying your head on his chest as he put his arm around you. He started playing with your hair, running his fingers up and down your arm.

You wanted to be able to properly enjoy this, but your head hurt so bad. After about fifteen minutes you couldn't help but cry, silently, wanting the headache to go away. Dean noticed, feeling his damp shirt, he didn't say anything, just kissed your head. "They're not normally this bad," you sniffled, "I can usually push through them." Dean started rubbing your back, knowing how nervous you were to tell them, not really understanding why you'd believe they would say you couldn't hunt with them. "Y/n," he contemplated on what to say.

"You don't have to hide anything from us, you don't have to push through them, if you're in pain it's okay, we all have our faults, you don't ever have to be afraid that we'd tell you to leave. You're our family now, we need you. I need you." Your heart skipped a beat, did he really need you? In what way does he need you? "What do you mean?" Dean had to admit it, had to come clean, now or never.

"I don't mean just hunts," you looked up at him, shocked, tear stained eyes which broke his heart. He gently cupped your face, leaning forward and bringing his lips to yours, you instantly responded, pressing into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, he pulled back, "God you taste better than ever." You laughed, laying your head back down, "Okay, I understand." He couldn't do chick flic, it was hard enough for him to say he needed you, but he needed you to know.

Sam came in, replacing your rags, "You want some more medicine?" You nodded, pushing your hand on Dean's chest so he knew he couldn't get up. "Sammy, she'd love that but doesn't want me to get up." Sam laughed, your cheeks flushing, "No problem, Y/n." Dean placed his hand on yours, "I feel like a bath might help, I can run you one." You shrugged, "lotta work." Dean copied your shrug, "Not really, just gotta start the water and put the bubbles in." You instantly responded, talking over him, "Not you, me," you pause and lifted your head to looked at him, eyebrow cocked, "bubbles? I don't have bubbles?" Dean laughed heartily, "Not you, me. My bubbles and my work, I'll do it all, nothing I ain't seen before." He winked at you, smug bastard. You laid your head back down on his chest, shrugging again.

Sam came back, Dean lifting his hand up to take the medicine from Sam as you lifted yourself up and grabbed the cup from him, "It's coffee, it might help." You couldn't turn to face him, didn't want to, "Thank you so much." Sam smiled, but you couldn't see, "Of course, anything." You heard the door close softly as you took your place back on Dean, resting the cup on his chest.

After a few minutes after you had taken the medicine, Dean slid from underneath you, taking the coffee cup, causing you to groan in displeasure. Dean chuckled, and headed toward the bathroom. Once in there he lit a singular candle, started the water, and put the bubbles in. Coming back to you he wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you move your limbs to where they needed to be.

He sat you down on the bathroom sink, while he took his shirt off you removed your own. He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you. Dean wanted to tell you how gorgeous you were, wanted to touch you, but he knew you were more than not up for it. He knows when to be respectful and when to be downright filthy. You slid off the counter, you pushed your pants down, just enough so they could effortlessly fall off of you.

Dean stepped into the tub first, holding his hand out to you. You happily took it, just wanting to lie back down. Dean put your back to him, wrapping an arm around you he slunk to the ground, water splashing lightly. He pulled you back to him, allowing you to lay your head back on him. His fingers found their way to your scalp, applying a small amount of pressure, taking some of your pain. You had no idea that the Dean Winchester could be this, soft.

You just laid there with Dean, letting the water sooth you, letting Dean make this better. You couldn't think, just lay. You don't know how long you laid there, laid in complete silence with Dean taking care of you. "Do you want me to touch you?" Dean spoke, barely loud enough that you could hear him, you hummed, wordlessly asking what he meant. "I did some research while we were in the bed, lots of women have said that masturbating can seriously help." Still speaking softly, making sure that you weren't going to get overstimulated. You thought for a minute, all the times that you had touched yourself in hopes for the pain to lessen-all the times it worked. "Mhmm." Dean just continued rubbing your scalp, "Say it." A twinge of need pooled inside you, "Touch me Dean, I want it."

Dean needed no further encouragement, he needed to know this is what you wanted, needed you to admit it. He wasted no time, slowly working his hands to your nipples, fingers teasing, tickling their way to touch you. He twirled your nipples between his thumb and index finer, gently pulling them up, eliciting a whimper from you. "Don't worry good girl, I'm gonna make you feel better." Deans hands trailed to your waist, pulling you up a couple of inches, giving him better access.

Dean's right hand tiptoed to your clit, gently rubbing your bundle of nerves, rubbing circles until your hips bucked forward, wanting more. Dean's left hand moving to your lower stomach, resting lazily. You opened your eyes and stared into his eyes, a soft moan falling from your lips, "More." Dean smirked, quickly raising his left hand to push your head back, nonverbally communicating for you to rest, just enjoy this, then returning his hand to it's home.

Dean's thick fingers slid inside you with a thrilling stretch, you gasped, forgetting how good he filled you up. "Good girl, I know you can take it," Dean started to pump his fingers slowly, curling them upwards to hit just the right spot. "Mmmm," you hummed, almost singing, "please." Dean sped up, his fingers hitting your g-spot, palm rubbing your clit, you clenched tightly around him, slowing him down but making him damn near growl. You bucked your hips forward, panting, squeezing his wrist with one hand and grabbing the side of the tub with the other. "Gonna make you cum," Dean nipped your earlobe, a whimper. "Gonna show you that you need me," moved to your neck, a moan. "Gonna remind you what it feels like to gush around me," another nibble, another kiss. A desperate desire pooled in your belly, pussy clenching, clit throbbing. "You gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers like a good girl?" Dean pressed his left hand down, the pressure sending you over the edge, you spasmed around his fingers, legs shaking, juices leaking out of you and into the tub. He let you ride it out, until your legs had calmed and you had stopped pulsating around his fingers. He moved his hands back to your scalp, continuing the previous scalp massage.

You tried to catch your breath, his thick cock resting between your legs, you could almost see it throb. You reached in-between your legs, starting to pump his cock but he moved your hand. "No," he kissed your lips, then your forehead, "once you're feeling better we can discuss it." You moved your hand to rest on his thigh, "can we just lay here a minute?" He hummed in approval, letting you close your eyes and enjoy the moment of bliss.

After awhile, you had almost fallen asleep, Dean started to get up, slowly dragging himself out of the tub careful not to disturb you too much. Once Dean had found the towel in the under lit room he reached his hand to you, helping you stand up. You stepped out of the tub, reaching for the towel but he pulls it just out of your reach. Dean sighs, "You may feel a little better but I still want to take care of you," starting to pat you dry, making sure to get the dripping tips of your beautiful hair, "I want to, please let me." You let him finish drying you off, let him slip his own shirt and boxers on you, wondering when he'd have gotten them. You even let him carry you back to his bed. Once he laid down, you were immediately beside him, filling the perfect spot next to him. "Sleep." He commanded, it was not a suggestion, and you did.

When you woke up, your back was facing Dean, his chest pressed to you, arm wrapped tightly around you like you'd run. You turned a little to look at his sleeping form, surprised when his eyes fluttered open, "Mornin', any better?" You turned towards him, placing your leg between his, your own arm underneath his and wrapped around him, "Manageable." You laid there, for how long you weren't sure. Eventually Dean spoke up, "We should go get some breakfast." You nodded, reluctantly rolling to the side of his bed, swinging your legs over.

You and Dean walked to the kitchen, Sam already cooking, hearing you cross the threshold into the kitchen he spun around. Upon realizing you guys had gotten up he immediately grabbed the coffee pot and filled up the cup sitting next to a few pills on the counter and creamer. You gently chuckled, "What a saint," you slapped Deans arm. "I told you," Dean started as you sat down and he moved to get his own cup of coffee, "we could've helped you manage."

You started fiddling your thumbs, not able to look at the boys, "I know-sigh-I was afraid, I'm sorry, I know it's dumb but-" looking to Dean, "I was afraid I'd be too much, lose the family I've come to love. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Sam turned to you, pausing from the breakfast. "It's not dumb, Y/n. If you're hurting, if you're struggling, if you're afraid, we face it together, all three of us. Because you're right, we're family, and you belong here. Your problems are ours." Dean beside you now, hand placed on your back, thumb drawing small figure eight's, "We can help you, face anything this hellhole throws at us, stick together and say fuck it together," a kiss placed on your lips, pressing into you with loving force, "you just have to let me."

[savnofilter]

Busty S/O w/ Nipple Piercings HCs

Tamaki x Reader // Mirio x Reader // Bakugo x Reader // Todoroki x Reader

warning(s): sexual content, hint of debauchery.

a/n: tumblr had originally decided to delete the whole draft to this after working on it all day. :D also big shout-out to @kingtamakimurder​ since it i(wa)s her birthday so happy birthday my beautiful goddess! i hope you enjoy this one~ but i was so excited to write this. thank you anon! 🎂💖

SFW

Tamaki: 

Tamaki hadn’t seen you in what felt like ages and he was so glad to see you again.

when you were abroad for about 7 months and he missed you so much he was practically bouncing in anticipation to see you back again.

when youre finally at his house and in his arms hes ready to have you in his arms and smothering you in his embrace.

it was when he had finally seen you in his eyes again, in the flesh and he could tell something was... off about your appearance.

not in a bad way, but for some reason he found himself staring at your chest but it isnt long until you tell him the news.

“Tamaki I got nipple piercings!”

“N... What?!”

he’s honestly surprised at first that you got something like that, eyes almost jumping out of his skull when you show him the piercing an immediate erection is brought to his dick.

it was hard enough for him to hold back the need to look at you with your normal shirts, but they were calling his name.

“W-Wow... i-it looks l-lovely...” He mumbles not really sure what to say, eyes trained on the silver studs that allured him more than he was anticipating.

he couldnt wait to get his hands on them.

Mirio:

when Mirio first sees you youre in the healing process.

and it takes him a minute to really process the news, eyes watching pure curiosity as to why and how you would even get the piercing.

“Oh wow... It looks super good!” Is all he can really say, speechless for the first time in his life.

without it having any sexual context behind it, he is one too touch them, curious as to how they feel under his fingers.

“Wow! They feel so cool.” 

he’s a tease so he’ll be one to just come up behind you and feel em’, using them to tease you.

“M-Mirio!” “Oh come on, they were staring at me first~”

hes such a dog, you have to make sure to keep an eye on his hands in public so he doesnt do anything risky.

Bakugo:

welp

same story as before.

“Heh, you better careful before you have get them done again-”

“Katsuki!” 

this boi cannot behave. him. self. basically the actual perverted version of mirio. this boi aint pure, he just likes to mess with you.

lets out an obnoxious whistle when he sees you come around, thoroughly enjoying the embarrassed look you get when you try to shut him up.

always has a raging boner cos’ his hot girlfriend makes it stand up.

hes one to try and convince you some other piercings~

to say in the least, hes very supporting and offering to help you heal!

its only what a horny amazing boyfriend will do~

shamelessly stares and doesnt care if youre in public or not.

he makes sure to be discreet about it, relishing in the feeling of having it under the pads of his fingers makes him so incredibly hard, its basically torture before he can play with them the way he wants to.

Todoroki:

Todoroki is amazed, really.

he cant fathom the thought or feeling of having a needle and some other metals going through his nipples -- for any reason at that.

even with that, he cant stop the small bubbling in his stomach at how it fits you so well he doesnt have really much to say.

“It looks... nice.”

“Thank you Sho~”

but he has the weird impulse to want to touch them?

the way they provactively poke out from your shirt (and emphaszied by your breasts) makes him almost on the edge all the time.

he always had a habit of just admiring your looks and looking at you, but it seems like a much bigger distraction with the piercing teasing at the fabric of your shirt.

admittedly he does get a lil hard looking at your chest-

even though most of thoughts are vanilla about your piercings, theres a part to him that just really wanna how sensitive your nipples are now.

NSFW

Tamaki:

he tries taking it slow but he is so eager to just play with them.

at first hes just softly touching them, trying to help you ease the feeling actual pressure of someone else’s fingers.

“D-Does this feel okay~?”

boi is soft.

likes to flick them and watch how sensitive your bundle of nerves are now that youve got piercings.

is very eager to suck on them and use anything he can to tease you and hear all the noises he can get from you~

his favourite thing to do with them is to suck on them, since he doesnt get too wild (most of the time) he likes to give them good sucks.

definitely moans and groans feeling them on his tongue.

he also thoroughly enjoys fondling them and playing with the nipples because of the way your body responds to him.

you getting nipple piercings are probably one of the best things that you have ever surprised him with.

Mirio:

hes a little careless with his handling, but he doesnt hurt you.

mirio is such a dog, he likes tweaking and pulling at your nipples enough to get small moans from you and presses to get louder ones.

most of the time he doesnt really use his mouth in fear he’ll get too carried away.

“Fuck you’re so sexy like this, Y/N~” 

tit fucks you more often to watch how your tits bounce so alluringly because of your piercings.

if you want to get cock up instantly, just wear one of your see-through shirts because it will give him an instant boner.

(he does prefer thing more tho)

hes just so much of a perv, he likes the thought he has to elude what really underlies underneath the top~

definitely prefers you to be on top so he can see them bounce.

avid fan of flicking your nippies cause why not? more opportunities to hear you whine~

goes feral if you wear his favourite piercings.

Bakugo:

well 

so his emo ass LOVES the piericings on you.

his hands are basically glued to your chest.

is not innocent or soft (unless teasing you), hes usually rough and unforgiving.

likes to pull and bite at them, his cock rock hard when you plead for him to be softer but you get wet anyways~ what do you REALLY want, y/n~?

“You’re so wet~ I bet you like me playing with your tits like this huh~?”

isnt afraid to get rough, is calculated tho -- dont get him wrong.

hes a beast but not a full on sadist.

loves to suck on them and roll his tongue over the studs, sucking roughly on your nipples.

(vocal on how addictive it is to suck on em’)

is definitely a moaner when fucking with them.

likes to poke his dick on your tit to tease them and also increases in tit fucking you.

just know that your nipples may now always be oversttimulated now because of all of the attention he gives you.

be prepared to share the same fate if you ever fall through with him convincing you for clit piercings-

Todoroki: 

hes like Tamaki, is slow, sensual and soft.

so soft it makes you more sensitive without him knowing it.

“Tell me if I’m being too rough.”

no sir, youre being too soft.

unintentionally edges you and makes you so frustrated!

when he catches on he is easily one of the cockiest teasers on earth.

he doesnt really change anything in the bedroom, but he definitely gropes you more.

also loves to *change* your studs and give them a nice rub when hes finished, a suck each one for you sitting and obeying him without any complaints.

yes, change. 

Todoroki’s are a different breed of fucking perverted.

isnt much of a titty fucker but does enjoy cumming on your tits because it looks nice~

Shouto is indifferent, but not really.

just keep on your toes for when he’s ready to pounce~

[pissipaa]

i'll start with some classics i love! sorry this turned out so long xd

the jane austen one is just gorgeous with all the gold accents. the right one is the new finnish cover for little women and i bought that version specifically because of the cover art.

now what i look for in a book cover is not just the graphic design but also how it feels under your fingertips. im probably missing some terminology here, but the little women one feels almost like coarse and stiff fabric when you touch it? i also love it when the covers feel like heavier paper instead of plastic. super glossy plastic covers feel awful on the nails.

speaking of gloss... you cant see it from these pictures but both of these covers have a glossy finish on the details! on the left it's on the pomegranate seeds and on the right it's on the bird. i think it's a nice subtle way to highlight the important bits of the cover and elevate the look a little, especially in these examples where the covers are pretty simplistic. (even tho simple isnt bad i think these covers are brilliant and work super well, i dont like it when there's too many elements in a cover.)

now these ones... they're not the ugliest covers ever but i do want to talk about them because im in the middle of reading the vampire lestat and have to look at it every night. they fit the vibes of the books and i know they're older covers so there were different design trends then but man oh man... maybe it's the huge V and vampire chronicles thing that bothers me? it sort of clogs up the cover, there's no breathing room. too many elements !! also in general i just dont like the photos they've chosen for these

when i see the cover art on other versions of the books it makes me sad i have these!! like look at these:

like the ones on the right dont have much going on with them but i love them. they're effective. the font is so bold you can kinda let it speak for itself.

sorry this has totally turned into a iwtv cover yap at this point but i do want to show the finnish covers for these books. they're not the best covers i've ever seen but i am fond of them and i do like them better than those first english covers i talked about (sorry for the bad quality, these are about the only pics i could find online)

i think the vibes here are a bit milder than on the english versions, a little less on the nose gothic? but i do love the red !! i think it fits the books because uknow, blood, and is also very very eye-catching. i would remove the skull on they eyes tho because i think it looks ridiculous xd and idk if im in love with the font but i guess they were going for that ink on parchment paper look

idk how to conclude any of this and i dont usually add anything to reblogs etc etc but i love book covers and i often go to book stores just to look and touch the covers

judging a book by its cover hours

out of curiosity: what are your favourite book covers (in terms of aesthetics, graphic design, how well it fits the book etc, just how much you like looking at it!) AND what are some books you think really deserved a BETTER cover than what they got? what are your LEAST favourite covers, which book you love was done dirty by its cover?

[yuichi-ro]

at least i chose to do two subjects that arent that boring, but going to bed early is really challenging bc my mentally ill brain is always on "we dont need sleep" setting (that's why i take meds to sleep💀💀, including insomnia)

not only he fits the tsundere category, at some point he even baits me to take his clothes, hisloss really, that closet is mine now hehehehe😋 gotta make him rethink why he enables me to be a little terror. he cant complain i let him do villainy as he pleases, its a balance that has to be done, mutual enabling

i read that the other day, now i cant unsee him as shorter than me jsksjskdjs oh! i almost forgot, the other day i was on ao3 browsing for something to disconnect my brain and opened one drabble collection, halfway through i was like hmmm this writing style feels familiar, i go to the top of the page and it was yours🤣🤣

as i was writing this, hq tweeted a new pic, have this fresh hoshiumi timeskip canon directly from the source

god the sleep thing is too real. I miss that about being pregnant I slept soooo well. Now...I mix a bunch of sleepy time drugs like a witch over a caldron in the hopes I'll fall asleep at some point 🥴

closet full of floor length trench coats? In exchange for evil doing? Mmhm mhm yep yep seems like a good trade off. Not Shiggy going to get dressed for his evil deeds on a monday and realizing he has no clothes bc he lets you wear them 😂😂

asdfghjkl first let me say thank you for using your critical thinking skills to realize it's me. I have legit had people threaten to report me for "plagiarism" because they "saw this exact post on tumblr" and I couldn't get it thru their thick skulls that it was my tumblr they saw it on 🤦‍♀️

YES MY TWIN MY WHITE HAIRED ME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH THERE'S NOT ENOUGH KOURAI IN THIS WORLD I LOVE HIM