#sweet and lil shit alike

[feelingtheaster99]

So far (in the D20 canon I have watched) Zac Oyama either plays the sweetest most himbo-est man or a deceptive lil shit, I love both these types equally 💕

[christopher-bryant]

Nothing bothers me more than fans swapping their personalities. Jason is this calm, centered and surprisingly friendly nerd and Dick is the angry, zero patience anti social one. People seem to think that Dick is just the happy one full of quips and Jason is a menace but like...for the love of god read ANY issue of any run and you'll see page after page of Jason saying the dorkiest lines and Dick saying the bitchiest remarks often unprompted.

"Jason Todd was a menace of a Robin"

WRONG Jason Todd was a sweet lil lad who liked to read fucking Shakespear

DICK GRAYSON WAS 11 YEARS OLD AND LOOKING FOR HIS PARENTS KILLER TO MURDER

He also beat Joker to death after Jason died, Dick is probably the most angry Robin to ever traffic light his way through Gotham.

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Toji and His Plus-Size Baby

Headcanons!! (NSFW MDNI, mentions of body image issues 💕)

... For my babes with a lil xtra meat on 'em... me too, sweetheart, you fine as hell! 😘🤭)

During his "young and dumb days," Toji almost always dated and slept around with size 0 girls. He never really considered being with a bigger girl, only sweet talking the girls that moved in packs during 'ladies' night' at the bar he would frequent.

Toji just assumed they were what he preferred... why not? They're beautiful and young, but it doesn't really matter their build, as long as he's getting his dick sucked at the end of the night.

He didn't realize how much he loved bigger women until he met you. After spending his younger years fucking and flirting with teensy-tiny girls, he met you.

You're young, beautiful, and smoking fucking hot. Just his type.

Toji doesn't mind the size of your body at all. He doesn't even think twice. He knows you're the most gorgeous girl he's ever seen, and as far as he's concerned, your body only adds to that.

He was so confused the first time he saw you visibly insecure about the way your body looked.

"Doll, you've been gettin' ready for over an hour... just pick any dress, it'll look fine. I'm surprised they haven't given our reservations away." Toji sassed as he cracks open your bedroom door slightly, nosey to see what you're even up to, bending down to peek his head in.

"Aw, Jesus Christ, sweets..." The sight that meets Toji causes him to be slightly taken aback and mildly concerned. Dresses, pants, and shirts alike have been carelessly tossed about, the clutter tarnishing the previously spotless room. In the middle of the mess, the eye of the storm, there you sit on your knees, hand covering your pouty mouth.

"What happened, bub?" Toji sits down next to you, immediately moving to pull you onto his lap.

His muscles tense, heart panging as he feels you push him away, tears cascading down your round cheeks.

"Nothin' -hiccup - nothing looks good on me." You mutter out oh so quietly, embarrassed that a man as stoic and built as Toji is seeing you in one of your most personal fits.

Sharply inhaling, you quickly stand up, aggressively wiping your tears, stalking around your messied room almost maniacally. The anger of not feeling beautiful over takes your body, blood boiling inside your pulsing veins. You pick up and put down shirts, tugging them from their place, before angrily folding them.

"This makes me look fat... this dress gives me the figure of a fucking refrigerator. Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me, none of this shit looks good. Fucking hate it. Hate my body so fucking much." You huff and puff, fist clenching at your sides. You rush around your room, picking articles of clothing up, briefly displaying them to your beefy boyfriend, before throwing them right back on the ground. Speaking through gritted teeth, you're unsure if you're rambling to Toji or yourself.

"Hey, hey, pretty. Calm down okay, let's just take a deep breath." Toji's thick worker hands grab at your shoulders, forcing you to stop your anxious outburst. He rubs up and down your broader shoulders as you feel a nip of embarrassment, and disgust reach your system. Staring at your feet in shame, you let yourself regulate, closing your eyes as you grab onto the soft fabric of Toji's shirt.

"For the record, that dress is beautiful on you. It brings out your curves."

This man and your thighs. Unbreakable bond, let me tell you. His hands are always on the thickest part of your upper thigh. He loves the way his fingers leave small indents in the soft flesh. While you two are laying in bed, he always props one of your legs over his hip, pulling you as close as possible to him .

The extra bit of chub on your hips is something he could eat for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner. Toji loves doggy and missionary for this exact reason. He loves pulling on your hips, engulfing as much of your side in his hands as humanly possible.

Cuddling. Cuddling. Cuddling. Holy shit, he can't get enough. He thinks you were made for snuggling and being held at night. He loves to squish the fat on your thighs, hips and tummy, praising you when you whine for him to stop.

"C'mere pretty, get on top of me." Toji grabs for you body, rolling his eyes when you put up a fight.

"I'm gonna flatten you." You giggle out, settling on resting your head on his chest.

"Tch, yeah, right... You sayin' I'm not strong? Think I can't handle my girl?"

You sigh moving half of your body to rest on his. Toji's hand immediately flies to the dough of your ass, rubbing circles into the skin.

"Mmm, much better. Fuckin' perfect, sweets."

As much as he loves all of your body, his favorite part is the little pudgy part of your lower stomach. Whenever he's hugging you from behind, his hand's designated spot is your tummy. Thinks you're cutest when you're wearing a little cropped shirt and your tummy is just peaking out... my goodness 🥰

Is a little suspicious when you ask him to take you to the gym with him, but happily obliges. It's so much fun when you take an interest in his likings, but...

"This isn't because of that damn Victoria's Secret Angels comeback, right?" Toji glances at you through his peripheral vision as one of his hands commands the steering wheel, the other resting on your yoga-pant clad thigh.

"Huh?" You snort out, tilting your head in confusion.

"I like ya' goin' to the gym with me, just hope you know what a pretty girl you are. My pretty girl."

This man makes sure you're eating your meals. The two of you have a date night where you stay in and cook a recipe you picked together.

Toji often fantasizes about how your soft body would only get softer while pregnant. Your plump tits swelling up, your belly rounding. So beautiful.

He loves your body, whether you gain or lose weight, because he loves you. Plain and simple.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[h8ani]

A Gift For You

Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x Reader

Anime: Tokyo Revengers

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Nothing really, Emma isn’t really canon in this, Sano!Reader, fluffy cute as shit, her and Emma argue 🤣 lil sister tingz, afab! reader in mind!

A/N - I just wanted to say thank you @kkittycries for proofreading and helping me revise this because I most definitely would’ve trashed this 😭😭

“God, you’re so in love with him.” Emma says before taking a sip of her drink. She watches you stare off with hearts in your eyes beside her as you two sit by Hina at the shrine. Your eyes were zoned in past Mikey and on the vice captain of the first division, Chifuyu. His focus looking up as Mikey speaks aloud to all of Toman, his body straight and center, you could see his hair sway with the crisp fall breeze that came every now and then.

You weren’t listening as Emma spoke to you, barely hearing the giggle Hina let out until she nudged you to get your attention. “Huh- what?” You look at the two girls who were just smiling at you.

“Stop gawking at your boyfriend and listen to me, we need to talk about your party.” Emma says. Your eyes narrow before turning fully to her. “At least I don’t have a Draken shrine in my room.” A gasp leaves her as she sits up, slamming her canned drink on the ground.

“You didn’t!”

“Oh I did.”

The tension rises as you two stare daggers at each other, Hina uncomfortably clears her throat before speaking up. “No family fighting please! The last time you guys fought you two tumbled down the stairs.”

“That was her fault!” You both say in unison while looking at Hina causing her to shrink up at the outburst.

You and Emma were close in age which more than likely reasoned with why you two argued so much. She was a year younger than you and Mikey yet you out of all of the siblings look the most different. You had darker hair like your older brother Shinichiro and you were taller than both of them as well, standing a few inches taller as your siblings were just under you.

Emma and you were very alike aside from constantly bickering and wrestling around from time to time. You both were really sweet, caring about your friends the second you grow that bond, she has a big heart for those she loves and you’re just a bit more reserved. You’d rather like someone from afar while Emma goes and gets what she wants when she wants it.

You sigh and bring your attention back on the blonde boy you were fawning over earlier. You spend most of the nights you come here with Emma and Mikey doing this, staring from afar and not doing anything but thinking of how cute he is. You’ve been introduced to him when you were younger, always knowing all of Mikey’s friends and most of the members in Toman yet you still knew nothing about him. Sometimes you wish you could trade places with Emma, at least she’d know how to catch his attention. “Hey (y/n)?” Hina speaks up, “do you ever talk to Chifuyu?” She asks.

Your thoughts about said blonde were cut short as you feel yourself deflate. “No...” you mumble, tucking your knees against your chest.

“She’s too scared he won’t even know who she is.” Emma teases, “she’s too chicken.”

“Am not!” You whip around, glaring once again at your younger sister who’s snickering to herself. As much as you love her, you want to tackle her down the stairs once again. The bickering between you two never ceases to stop even once the meeting ends and others pass by you sparing glances at you both.

“Just go talk to him!” Emma shouts

“Who does (y/n) want to talk to?” A voice speaks up from behind you, you turn to see your brother walking up the steps of the shrine with Draken following close behind.

Your mouth drops open slightly, how much did he hear? Does he know of the feelings you’ve had? No, he couldn’t. You’ve only told-

“Oh she wants to talk to Ch-” you whip your head around to send another set of daggers at her, a sly smile spreading across her lips before she can finish her sentence. “No one, she doesn’t want to talk to anyone so nevermind.” She smiles up at Mikey, her attention now settling on Draken as she stands up.

Your eyes stay on your sister as Mikey’s stay on you, a smile threatening to form on his face as he says his next words. “I’ll just tell him to go ahead then leave then.” All three of you girls look at Mikey, curious as to who it was.

“What?” Emma asks while glued to Draken’s side.

“Who?” You raise your eyebrows, curious as to who wanted to speak to you.

A small hum came from beside you, Hina’s features riddled with confusion as to everything that’s been happening. Poor girl.

“Chifuyu, he said he wanted to talk to you but I’ll just-���

“Where is he?” You interrupt making Emma snicker and Hina lets out a small gasp. You rise to your feet and look at Mikey who can’t help but let a smile across his face. “He’s waiting by his bike, better go before you’ve made him wait too long.” You’re gone walking down the stairs before Mikey could even finish his sentence, his head follows you as you keep a steady pace trying to walk too fast to the boy who wants to talk to you.

As he watches you a smile stays formed on his face, seeing his 2 minute younger little sister who’s clearly walking like she’s on a mission was heartwarming. You tried to be tough on the outside despite you keeping everything bottled up and being one of the more sensitive siblings; you’re sometimes the spitting image of his older brother and it does something to him. Yes he’s protective over you, that’s what brothers are for, but with the similarities you give he can’t help but give you a push in life and especially in the love department, god knows Shinichiro needed it.

Your thoughts were everywhere as you made your way towards all the bikes, what did Chifuyu want to talk to you about? Why’d he send your brother out of all people? Did he catch you staring at him? No he couldn’t have you would’ve seen him look back at you there’s no way that’s the reason. But what if it is? Someone else could’ve told him and he wants to talk to you and tell you that you’re a creep. You grab onto your fingers anxiously pulling on them as your mind goes in high gear. If you turned back now you could highjack Mikey’s bike and never look back-

“(y/n).” A voice calls out ahead of you. You glance up and see Chifuyu and realize that you made it to all of the bikes. He smiles at you as he’s leaning against his own, his hands tucked away in his pockets, cheeks a light shade of pink, the weather did drop a bit since being out here. God he was just so cute. You were staring again, no words able to leave your lips as you gawk up at the boy in front of you. Embarrassment quickly takes over once you hear him chuckle. “I wanted to give you something.”

“Huh?” The word came out before you meant for it to as you were snapped out of your mindless stares. “I heard it was your birthday.” He speaks again while standing up from his bike and walking closer to you. You blinked standing there dumbfounded as you put two and two together of what he just said. Did he just say a gift?

He pulls his hands out of his pocket and raises a small necklace up in front of you. It’s a small moon pendant with a little green stone in the middle of it. Your eyes widened upon seeing it and he swore he could see the stars in the night sky sparkle in them, a smile graced your lips as you looked closer. The relief he felt once he saw your smile relaxed him a bit. “I know it’s your birthstone but if you don’t like the color then I could always return it-”

“I love it.” You interrupt while clasping your hand over the pendant. “Thank you Chifuyu. I really do love it.”

“Want me to put it on you?” He asks, you look at the necklace and hand it back to him and turn around, pulling your hair to the side so he can clasp it on better.

The necklace hangs perfectly, it’s not too big but not too small either. You turn around and meet his eyes, he smiles seeing you wear his gift.

“So um I’ve been meaning to actually ask you something.” His cheeks deepen in color as he scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. “It’s stupid really and I’m sure whoever told me is just joking.” You tilt your head in confusion but still nodding nevertheless “Do you stare at me like Mikey says?”

Emma is going to only have a sister soon enough.

[madame-fear]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— pairing : jacaerys, lucerys, helaena, aemond, aegon ii x sick!reader

ೃ⁀➷ Jacaerys :

: ̗̀➛ Jace, as worried as he is about your wellbeing, would be extremely mature when dealing with the situation.

: ̗̀➛ His focus would be constantly on your wellbeing by calling all the best of maesters he knows so they can give you a proper diagnosis, and treatment.

: ̗̀➛ Whatever you need, he'll be the most attentive, and would have you whatever thing you crave/need in that exact second you're wanting it.

: ̗̀➛ If he has to drop his duties and responsabilities as future King, he'll do it in a heartbeat. You're his top priority, and will be wholeheartedly concerned for you to get better from your sickness.

: ̗̀➛ Expect him to ask his mother Rhaenyra about some advices on how to take care of you while being sick, idk why but I can see this happening kekfkfklslsj

: ̗̀➛ Jace doesn't really care whether or not he gets sick at having close contact with you, but he'll sneak at night to your chambers just to cuddle and fill your precious lil' face with a shit ton of kisses.

: ̗̀➛ ^^ Literal definition of showering you in love, and he will do anything to make you feel protected and taken care of.

: ̗̀➛ Cuddles cuddles cuddles — the tightest of them all —, kisses all over your cheek, forehead, lips, absolutely everywhere.

: ̗̀➛ Would hum you songs in High Valyrian while playing with your hair so you can sweetly fall asleep and he watches over you like your very own personal guardian.

: ̗̀➛ ADORABLE GENTLEMAN HIMBO THAT JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU SAFE AND LOVED EVEN IF HE GETS SICK FROM BEING THERE WITH YOU FRFR

ೃ⁀➷ Lucerys :

: ̗̀➛ Sweet boy Luke would be the most clingiest when you're sick 🥺

: ̗̀➛ Literally, the second he finds out you're sick, Luke would drop all his responsabilities just to rush to your chambers and check on you.

: ̗̀➛ Cuddles to max, even if you don't want him to mostly because Luke will get sick too. But does he care? Not at all.

: ̗̀➛ Sweet whisperings in High Valyrian while he allows you to tiredly rest on his chest, and his fingers plays with strands of your hair.

: ̗̀➛ Always making sure your needs are met, basically. You need medicinal herbs? Don't worry, he'll get it for you. Want to eat a soup to calm your sickness? Luke will call a servant to have it prepared for you. Want a warm bath? Also, summons a bunch of servants just to prepare the best bubbly, sweet-scented warm bath for you.

: ̗̀➛ Also, Lucerys will take some of your favourite books when he goes to your chambers so he can read to you until you peacefully fall asleep on his shoulder, and he gets to admire your beauty.

: ̗̀➛ SWEET LITTLE PUPPY HAS HEART EYES FOR YOU FR, and his heart would drop at seeing you so ill and fragile </3

: ̗̀➛ Never leaves your side until you feel better, and will make sure to provide you with whatever you need to feel better. Luke just wants to see your healthy and well 🥺❤

ೃ⁀➷ Helaena :

: ̗̀➛ Please, Helaena is such a sweetie lovebug when it comes taking care of you. She would get so worried when she learns you're sick.

: ̗̀➛ I think she would be the most delighted to take some of her books about insects and bugs so you can read them together, and make you forget about how ill you are.

: ̗̀➛ Her fingers would always be playing with strands of your hair, and mostly braiding them.

: ̗̀➛ Making sure the servants bring the most pillows, warm sheets, and silky clothing for you to use while you're sick. She'll make sure you are as most comfortable as possible ♡

: ̗̀➛ Proudly goes into your room everytime with cute little insects that will make you feel mesmerised, and delighted as to make you feel better.

: ̗̀➛ Expect her to always be constantly asking you questions like: are you hungry? how are you feeling? do you need anything else? — and questions alike.

: ̗̀➛ Our lovebug would also constantly call you nicknames and delicately take your cheeks in her hands, while she kisses you all over your cheeks and forehead too.

: ̗̀➛ Cuddles your sickness away, literally. Probably will get sick afterwards due to the close contact, but it doesn't matter — it was worth it. Plus, you'll be the one taking care of her now, and she loves it ♡

ೃ⁀➷ Aemond :

: ̗̀➛ I think Aemond would be quick to realise you'll fall sick from the day zero.

: ̗̀➛ Like, he can see by your facial expressions, your slight redness, how weary you seem, and by the way you complain about your body being heavy that you will eventually fall in sick.

: ̗̀➛ He also realised that you'll fall sick because he planted a kiss on your forehead, and it was too hot.

: ̗̀➛ His suspicions were right when the following days you, indeed, fell in badly sick.

: ̗̀➛ Aemond would be the sweetest, and most careful when you fall in sick. Though he'll try to not have too much physical contact with you — even if he so badly longs for it — he will find other ways of being there for you.

: ̗̀➛ For example, he would place a chair next to your bed, and would take something in High Valyrian to read with himself. Or maybe, he'll simply sit next to you, admiring every single inch of your features and making sure your condition doesn't worsen.

: ̗̀➛ Even if he occasionally calls in servants and maesters (for obvious reasons), Aemond would make sure he's the one providing you with whatever you need to feel better.

: ̗̀➛ Makes hot teas/soups for you all by himself, delicately covers your body when you're shivering from sickness cold, feeds you, is the one that bathes your body when you give yourself a warm bath, etc.

: ̗̀➛ If you want to hold his hand while he's sitting next to you, feel free to do it. Expect him to constantly caress the back of your hand with his fingertips, or kiss your knuckles while he's reading something to you.

: ̗̀➛ Best health and love service because he will be both attentive and extremely loving with you, 10/10

ೃ⁀➷ Aegon II :

: ̗̀➛ It's most likely that you got sick thanks to him. You had to take care of him when sick, and he whined and complained too much to have you cuddling him and being in close contact to the point that he got you sick too.

: ̗̀➛ You'd give this dumbass a death glare, but don't worry, he's such a sweet treasure when it comes to you that Aegon will take proper care of you.

: ̗̀➛ Obviously, much like Jace, he'll summon all the best maesters from the entirety of Westeros just so they can check on you, and give you the best treatment.

: ̗̀➛ Expect Aegon to be 24/7 calling all the maesters and the servants so they can always provide you with herbs for your wellbeing, comfort, foods that you'll like, warm baths, and all things like that.

: ̗̀➛ Also don't be surprised if he threatens a maester or someone of service just so they can treat and cure you well, and so they can do things as he commands them to.

: ̗̀➛ Whiny teddy boy would be horny even when you're sick, but since you don't want it to be an endless loop of one getting sick from the other he'll have to learn to control himself, and simply hold your hand, or even give you some tender kisses either on your cheek, or forehead.

: ̗̀➛ Worried to the max about you, and secretly being nervous about your health, deeply hoping you feel better soon. Though I think all his actions for you — constantly calling maesters and servants — are enough for you to see how Aegon genuinely worries for his beloved darling treasure. A bit of a drama Queen, though.

: ̗̀➛ And, don't be surprised if once you recover from your sickness, he fucks your brains out. *coughcoughCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH*

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[dootznbootz]

What's something your Odysseus admires most about Penelope? And something Penelope admires about Odysseus in your writing/heandcanons? :0

Okay, soooo :3

my goobers are Likeminded. and like, very much so. They are basically mirrors of each other, in all the best and worst ways. So in a way, a lot of the stuff they love about each other is something the other ALSO does.

They are basically doing this all the time. (except basically completely different appearance lol)

It kind of plays with a goofy idea I have where they're both so prideful that ofc, the person that they'd become so so obsessed with is basically them in personality. It's not uncommon for them to instantly understand what the other is getting at.

And it's not from the fact that they're both Athena's pets. >:3 Like they've met other pets of Athena's and it's still not what they have. they're just LIKE that.

I always like, try to write them with the idea of "If I were to switch the roles of OdyPen in this scenario or in a scenario that fits what's happening, the outcome should not change. And if it does, there is always a reason."

example: Odysseus isn't too much of a weaver but he'd do something similar with what he can with his abilities. same with Pen. They think alike in terms of what they're capable of in the moment... anddddd they're both capable of being stupid, stubborn, reckless, arrogant, etc. Both make mistakes.

In general, after they meet and fall in love, they feel like they only have "half their minds" whenever they're without each other. :3

like I'm not really joking. Their differences are in what they've experienced and hobbies and other needs. Like, Pen grew up with a shitton of older siblings in a big place and is naiadborn compared to Odysseus who has one lil sister and is on a small island and is mostly mortal.

for example, my goobers first meeting, Penelope tricks Odysseus after he thought he could pull the wool over her eyes when he didn't have all the information, and she basically knocks him on his ass, and he's stunned. Then after scuttling about and being able to read each other perfectly, he's smitten. While she's distrusting still.

BUT! If the roles were reversed, and it was on Odysseus' island, with the same motive? Pen would try to do the same to Odysseus and then Odysseus would end up tricking her in a way that makes HER fall quick and hard and then the opposite would've happened. They're just like that.

and ofc, there ARE occasions where one does something dumb and the other has to step in. This mostly happens when it comes to the other's safety as they're both reckless and dumb sometimes :3

I guess some things are a lil hard to explain. I'm kind of stuck because like, SAME PERSON. As like, I guess you could say that I would just then be describing their personalities then in a way. In general they appreciate that they can be each other's rock and/or know that they will have the other's support when needed. When one falters, the other usually can step in. They are very good at compromising and even if they have a fight, they usually can come back from it understanding the other's thought process eventually.

They admire each other's intelligence, humor, stubbornness, sharpness, sweetness, etc. they're BOTH a "person of many twists and turns", it's just that those turns are often insync with each other.

some like, silly shit with my goobers though :3

Pen really appreciates how attentive Odysseus is to her needs as a naiad. Reminds her when she needs to soak her scales when they start drying up, understanding that she has a few clusters of them that need it more often (some got ripped out by older bullies as a young girl). And with Telemachus (and eventual daughter(s?)), he's just as adamant and caring about him. "He can't drown, the reason why he's crying is because his scales hurt. Dunk the boy."

Odysseus appreciates so much how protective Pen is of him, especially after his return. Any talk of the Goddesses that makes him uncomfortable gets shut down by her as how dare you talk to him like that? And how she's just genuinely so loving and understanding for him with his PTSD.

Since it takes them around like, idk 11-13 years to have Telemachus, it saddens Pen but means a lot to her that Odysseus takes the blame on any sort of question on their fertility with how long it takes and the miscarriages they've had. In my stuff, the boar also "damaged his goods" R.I.P. Left nut so he's basically like "It's my fault anyways. leave her the fuck alone." (...technically this is a way that Odysseus is protective of Pen. but yeah, you see what I mean with Likeminded? different circumstances, same reaction basically.)

Odysseus actually is a picky eater and has a lot of allergies in general. She will often save what she knows he enjoys more for him, as she can basically eat anything. (Teeth and jaw strong enough to cronch through bone and stomach strong enough to handle it. Naiad shit.) He gives her his bread crusts :3 With the allergies, he's also allergic to bee stings (Polites is half-dryad and like 5-6 years older than Odysseus in mine. his family is really proud of their beekeeping, and Odysseus got stung at like 9 and Polites saved him. friendship did not start then (started when Odysseus was like, 17 and Polites 23-24. Polites gave Odysseus meaningful advice and it meant a lot to Odysseus, and Polites is just a sweet man in general.) but eh. Lore. :) ) and Pen is very much standing in front of her taller husband like "You fucking stay on that flower >:( "

Both appreciate their attention to detail, as they're both creative with their hobbies (weaving, woodcarving, etc.)

He finds it super cute that she loves dressing him up all pretty with her weaving often having lil minor things so they have something that matches. whether like a belt or jewelry. (yes they steal each other's jewelry)

Like there's a lot of things that they both do for one another that like, if the roles were reversed it'd be the same. which.....makes things a bit harder to explain I guess?

[moonlight-tmd]

Hi! I just want to say that your headcanon and aus are so cool! I love reading every one of them! I'm really glad i saw your blog, because my favorite character is bumblebee and blitzbee is one of my otp.

The idea that bee is more than what his team think he is really excites me (like your celestial, electro, spark-eater, and warframe bumblebee aus), because i can read bee being a badass or have some hidden trauma.

I do wonder if electro bee have any side effect with his power?

I hope you are doing well! :)

Thank you so much!

I do enjoy giving Bee more than they expect him to handle- which he handles just fine in secret. The thrill of hidden danger is too good. And yes, angst is the best.

As for electro Bee- as I mentioned in earlier posts about it, he gets his power via EM field or touch, that's why he likes being in the city- it makes him more energetic than if he was in the forest.

He can drain of electric energy anything that has it- machinery and mechs alike. He wasn't aware he was doing it until Ratchet pointed it out to him after her handed him a tool with full battery and it shortly died after Bee gave it back. Guess that's why mechs always seemed tired when he hung around for too long.

He also gets hyper during thunderstorms. You can't get him to sit still at all.

For the "bad side effects"- before he had his stingers he was struggling to keep his ability under control- he still does sometimes, if he's holding in too much emotion his static charge will rise and make electric arches across his frame and to nearby things that conduct electricity. He accidentally zapped his teammates few times when they were arguing, they try to do less yelling and more reasoning in behavior so Bee won't get too mad and get the point across.

Since Bee's circuitry is fucked enough to not make him take shock damage I imagine he wouldn't notice if he has high static charge, he's just go about his business and it often ends up in his frying something/someone's circuit if it/they are too close. Ratchet has started checking his EM field everytime Bee comes back from somewhere so they won't get hurt nor something gets broken.

A funny one- Bee is essentially a walking battery. He has a lot of energy stored for such small size, if need be his teammates will sit him down plug those weird car battery clippers to his horns and make him the backup power supply for the plant. He often just plays games on his pocket console while sitting near the braker box all upset, Optimus always gives him baked sweets to make up for these situations.

That's all I can come up with for now, thank you for the ask! And ye, I'm a lil iffy from all the shit blooming rn but I'll be fine! Have a good one yourself!

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Rate TF2 characters fave to least and why

OH JESUS CRIMINY THIS IS GONNA BE SO HARD SINCE I LOVE ALL THE MERCS EQUALLY FOR THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL REASONS!!!!!!

I'll try my best lolol!

FAV TO LEAST

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The Soldier

My Loud Autistic American Darling...

He's Literally Fucking Hilarious

Soldier in Expiration Date is Peak Autism and Solly at his Best!

His love for raccoons and other weirdo animals alike

Has a Fantastic Smile

The Sniper

Tall Hot Autistic Aussie..... (he's so hot why??)

His Voice is Fucking Peak and Could Listen to it All Day

He Takes Psychedelics (LSD and Shrooms) and is Awesome to Trip With

He's a Smooth Talker Who has AMAZING Lines

Also a Lowkey Animal Lover (even if he hunts them too)

The Medic

Meet the Medic and Emesis Blue were HUGE culprits to this placement!

Archimedes is the Best Birb!

HE'S FUCKING HILARIOUS MY GOD!!!!!!

AND HIS VOICE IS CREEPY AND ITS ADORKABLE!!!!!!

Plus he and Heavy's relationship is so sickeningly sweet and I love them!!!

The Engineer

He's Super Smart and I LOVE how he's Basically Study Partners with Medic!

His Accent and his Speech Pattern are to Die For!

HIS GUITAR PLAYING AND THAT HE MAKES MUSIC!!!!!!

His Giant Ass Ego that He Somehow Keeps More in Check than the Others

He's a Goofy Goober Yall!!

The Demoman

HIS LORE AND HALLOWEEN STUFF ARE SO RAD!!!!!

He's Actually a Hard Fuckin Worker and Deserves a Lot of Credit for It

HIS LINES!!!!!!! HIS VOICE MAN!!!!!!!!!

The Angst about His Childhood, Losing His Eye, just an ANGST MACHINE

LOVED DEMO IN EMESIS BLUE!!!!!!!

The Spy

He's so Fucking Fascinating and Intriguing, Makes me Wanna Learn More About This Fucker

Is Lowkey a Snarky Shit (like his son lolol) and I wish they would showcase that side of him more ("Oh Scout, please, go fuck yourself"!)

Would LOVE to see how he is as Dad!Spy (Either to Scout or another kid he has in the future)

I WANT this man to say Fuck and Shit WAY MORE OFTEN!!!!!

I Like that He Does Actually Care for the Mercs (Just in his Own Secret Way)

The Scout

He's a Funny, Snarky, Lud Lil Shit!!

He's Actually Lowkey Hilarious

HES FUCKING PEAK IN EXPIRATION DATE!!!!!!

He and Ms. Pauling are SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND TWIDASH CODED FITE ME!!!!!!!

I See Him as a Brother Figure of Sorts and I Really Like Him for That!

The Pyro

A Sweetie Pie, A Cutie Patootie, A Little Guy...

....Will Still Burn Down a Village with No Hesitation!

Even Though They Have Their Setbacks, They're Still Very Intelligent and Successful (hello comics)!

They Have AWESOME music tastes!

Pyro is a Force to be Reckoned With!

The Heavy

A Big Man with a Giant Heart (Literally and Metaphorically)!

This Fucker and his Sandvich will NEVER cease to amuse me!

HEAVYMEDIC ARE THE PEAK CANON TF2 COUPLE RAGGGHHH!!!!!

Super Intelligent and Super Sweet

He, Like All the Mercs, is Fucking Hilarious, My God!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS TOOK FOR-FUCKING-EVER!!!!!!!!

This was a LOT of work and fun that I had here, I really hope you enjoy reading through it all!

I hope you come back here again and have a wonderful night my friend!!

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Fun Facts Tag!

Thanks for tagging me, @thecomfywriter (here)!!!

Let's go with Aelia and Emrin from The Crystal of Ash, and Tarah & Kye from Supernova Initiative for this one!

Aelia 🍂

She is the daughter of a man who once was the most successful thief and the most wanted man on the continent across the sea. Once he amassed wealth to rival that of most, he changed his identity and moved to the main kingdom of the story, where he posed as a powerful merchant and became a very influential man. Thus, Aelia both has thief skills and knows upper-class etiquette - as she was raised in both environments.

She is a wild spirit at heart, spending most of her time sparring in the chateau's courtyard, riding horses, exploring the woods, studying secret magic, and trying to learn more about the other kingdom, where she was born.

She thinks that Declan is endearing, though at first when they met he used to be concerned, a bit creeped out by the fact that she could sneak like a spider anywhere without being noticed.

She has a flying cat (those creatures are called Gryphers in their world), who is just as much a menace to society as her, and who adores stealing tarts from the kitchen because he knows he'll get away with it.

She has shown some talent for magic, though hers is a bit foreign to the local scholars when compared to the usual magic in Callonor.

Emrin 🏹

Emrin is considered an aberration both by the humans of the continent and the Levaethia, the draconic elves from beyond the mountains because she is of half-human, half-Levaethia blood.

She was taken in by a young Levaethian outcast, who had been banished by his tribe for disagreeing with their people's Way - since he believed maintaining peace with those invading their land would only lead to their people's death. He was a leader of a rebel movement, and along with his friends - became like siblings to the young Emrin, who was an outcast too, and taught her to be a ferocious assassin to any humans who invaded their land.

She's a talented archer, who rarely - if ever - misses her mark, and has a strong tie to earth/nature sorcerer, being considered a very powerful and dangerous Caster.

When she was around twelve years old, she saved a dragon pup from a trap. Much like her, dragons were seen as murderous monsters by humans and Levaethians alike, and so, after she saved the young dragonling, they developed a close bond and friendship based on that understanding.

Emrin loves wildberry juice and has quite a sweet tooth.

She blames her human blood for her being considered an outcast, which makes her alliance with the main cast very fickle, born out more of necessity than trust.

Tarah 🪻

She loves making woven bracelets with her best friend, it's their little tradition.

She's the daughter of a genius Junction scientist who had his life's work stolen from him and then found out the corruption the Director was involved in - and made the mistake of threatening to expose it. Which got him killed.

Tarah has anxiety and does not know how to properly interact with people she doesn't know, gravitating between a people-pleasing personality and a skittish one.

She has a love and a talent for learning languages.

She likes to gift people unique gifts on their birthday but often forgets her own. Not because of any self-esteem issue. Just because she is forgetful.

Tarah loves music but hates loud noises.

She has a big dog who follows her everywhere and looks like an alien version of a pitbull.

She is actually pretty good at baking.

Kye 🐍

Kye's "weapon of choice" against his enemies is poison, and he is an expert on lethal chemicals and the deadliest poisons in the galaxy. The reason why he chooses to use poison for his enemies is that poison was the cause of the death of his Dad (something that traumatized Kye deeply) - so it's kind of a way for Kye to make his enemies "suffer like his Dad did."

Kye is incredibly sarcastic and is capable of being a sassy lil' shit when he wants to.

When he was a teenager, Kye met Artemis Zreeth and they temporarily became best friends, but after an unfortunate string of terrible circumstances and misunderstandings, they went their separate ways and became rivals.

Kye hates the smell of roses - especially the artificial ones - and one of his triggers is the sound of platform heels (because his abusive mother, Eldora, used to wear rose perfume and platform heels)

Kye loves animals, especially weird ones, but also puppies and kittens. He really has a soft spot for cuteness.

One of his hobbies is embroidering, and his favorite designs to embroider are flowers

He starts out as incredibly morally grey and ruthless, but through his friendship with the main cast, slowly learns how to be kind and honorable again, while not losing his dangerous side towards his enemies.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

[lwdegarbagedump]

Renora

Ren begging her to smother him with that legendary badonkadonk. He feels like the happiest guy in Remnant for a while when she sits on his face.

Nora's ass is so squishy and jiggly, she could seriously make Emerald do a double-take if she chose to show it off.

Settling in to life post-war, Nora gets a lil chubby, Ren gains a little weight too, he thinks she's more gorgeous than ever. Her voluptuous figure has him drooling, begging for him to put a baby in her.

Nora's booty cheeks clap so hard when he fucks her that it sounds like thunder!

Nora enjoys anal sex, it feels amazing, especially with his hot breath on her neck as he cums inside her then kisses her shoulders. His panting and grunting and calling her name is incredible.

Ren shaking his ass in her face so she'll destroy his bussy, it feels wonderful to have such a close bond with her that he can trust her to take care of him.

Each kid makes her sexier, how the fuck is that possible?

Nora's strong arms cradling his head as he sucks on her tits.

Worshipping her swollen belly and fingering her while she's heavily pregnant. She's nurturing new life in there and he's showing his appreciation.

Occasional threesomes with friends or partner-swapping, Nora entertaining Emerald or Weiss while Ren entertains Jaune or Mercury.

Nora's short, curvy figure belies that she is strong as fuck and can throw him around like a ragdoll (which excites him).

Ren's onlyfans page is extremely popular thanks to his androgynous beauty and cute bubble butt, he has guys and girls alike questioning everything from a clip of him twerking in basketball shorts.

Nora fanning her face and trying not to touch herself watching him do yard work shirtless, even when he's swearing at the ant infestation or threatening to shove a rake up the stray cat's ass for shitting in his herb garden he's just so attractive.

there was graffiti in a bathroom at Beacon about Ren's sexual abilities but it wasn't Nora who left it...

Guys who have to yap about their dicks all the time ain't shit, several lucky exchange students from Haven and Atlas learned this lesson in the best possible way.

Reminiscing about when they were young, getting stoned or having a few drinks they obtained illegally, exploring each other's bodies. Nora remembers the first time he went down on her and how he was lapping up her juices, Ren remembers the first time she touched him with her calloused hands and brought him the most incredible pleasure.

Nora might be strong and tough but she's still the sweet girl who melts for him when he kisses her with tongue or blushes when he grabs her ass.

Nora's fat tits press against his back when she fucks him with a strap-on.

Offloading the brats on Em and Merc once a week so they can go on a date and enjoy each other's bodies without the kids fighting, whingeing, crying and cockblocking them.

Nora's still fucking got it going by the admiring glances from men and women when they dance together at a club, scars and all she is still one of the most gorgeous women in Remnant! Her fat ass, fat tits, wide hips, cute jelly roll tummy, hourglass figure and thunder thighs steal plenty of attention wherever she goes.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Inspired by THIS.

Was I hoping for bullet #3? Yes.

But most importantly, #1.

I NEED ME SOME PLOKIT ROMANTIC COMEDY BECAUSE I NEED ME OVERLY DRAMATIC UNHINGED KIT FISTO AND REALLY, CHILL, "BABE STOP PLS YOU'RE EMBERASSING ME" PLO KOON.

THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO KISS. I JUST WANT THEM ASJDLKAJSDALKDJA ALL OVER EACH OTHER LIKE THE SILLY LOVEBUGS THEY ARE.

But like Imagine tho:

Kit Fisto jokingly biting his lip all suggestively, squinting and Plo be like 'wtf is wrong with your face'? And Kit just taking his sweet time only to respond with charming wink all "the fact that you're not sitting on it'.

I just want Kit to be like vs Plo:

So I can and heal trauma, yanno?

Sparring session between Plo and Kit where Plo says 'prepare yourself, Master Fisto' and Kit starts to strip and Plo either panics or just shakes his head while rubbing his temples.

Plo having an existential crisis on buying a really nice tunic for Kit but remembers, green fish boii likes to go shirtless half the goddamn time.

Kit getting hit on by men and women alike with a very unimpressed Plo Koon walking beside him. Kit remedies the situation by politely redirecting interested applicants and their incident proposals to Plo Koon, all the while introducing him as his sugar daddy. Mind you, it works — in spite of how conflicted this makes Plo Koon feels.

Kit swooning over Plo for no apparent reason. Plo lowkey loving the shit out of it.

Kit defending Plo with, "just because Master Plo is old it does not mean... blah blah, right Master Plo?" And Plo's just, "Or you could say it's because I... *insert even more valid reason not concerning his age here".

Plo just casually falling asleep on dates or holovid nights.

Plo constructively criticizing Kit for not eating his greens because it feels like I'm eating myself — all the while Kit also mumbling and mimicking Plo to say 'or I could eat you, Kit' — to which Plo would repeat in a calm, convincing way "Or I could indeed eat you if you finish your greens, Kit." — in which is always effective and Kit eats his greens.

The banter would be so golden, I'm probably gonna cry each time they speak like, sirs pls. Plo and his dad humor plus Kit and his charms? GOLD.

And no. I cannot write a PloKit fic because my stupid lil heart can't handle it. All thoughts just ksljdlsakjdlakdj all over.

[tiredassmage]

so there's a lot going on in act iii of baldur's gate. that's not news, lol. but if i don't start writing down my blorbo thoughts about it somewhere, they're gonna become as murky as my quest log trying to complete it all.

and ambrose has really, really become my blorbo for the game i think. which is fantastic, i missed him, she unlocked new gender since her first iteration i had a while ago, he is not having a great time!!! but there's some really interesting things coming together as companion questlines come to their close with her and. i need to gnaw on it like a bone. [so, spoilers naturally ahead.]

part of it requires me to do a lil bit of a setup since i haven't put a lot about her backstory in posts. i don't think i've really done any of such things, so! ambrose is my wild magic sorcerer, my sweet darling angel, my sweet bean finally attempting to leave the abusive teachings that raised her right as the whole mindflayer abduction business was seeing a massive growth spurt, and so thus added tadpole problems to trying to unlearn apologizing for existing wrong related to her magical talents in addition to changing his name and having an identity exploration era shorn of the master that raised her and trained her and her talents for a very specific purpose.

in short, ambrose is more familiar seeing himself as an ice- and lightning-magic inclined runepowder bomb who is somehow both... dangerously competent at her own magics as well as inherently incapable of truly controlling them. in short, a lot of internalized feelings of never being good enough, regardless of which path or action he decided to take. his one bastion of trust in it all was a paladin that grew up with her named ysabel - and ysabel is the one that got them both out of their home (if you can loosely call it such) and to baldur's gate in the first place. [you're going to ask me what happened to her and i'll admit right now, i have... not decided. which i also thought i would've done by this far in, but... here we are. <.>]

naturally, becoming the leader of a merry band of tadfooled misfits didn't exactly factor into that plan and it was... frankly overwhelming. and terrifying. as if everything they were encountering wasn't terrifying. ambrose can be timid. she's used to saying "yes" to things on reflex, because "no" wasn't particularly allowed. or feasible.

and in an attempt to keep nearly the whole game's worth of experience semi-short as just an introduction, ambrose has been particularly gifted at haphazardly discovering ways to do things i had not found in the previous like 200 hours of playing, lol. so, he's been challenged plenty. and a lot of it has been "do it downright fucking scared."

he fell first for shadowheart, which is not what i would've expected, but i think her 'take no shit' attitude, for... a failure on my part to think of a better way to describe it in this exact moment, does a lot for ambrose and i think... might've been part of the appeal. ysabel's guidance was... similar, though a bit softer. but they share a quality of not being willing for ambrose to simply lay down and take whatever is pushed on her. [it did, admittedly, intimidate ambrose at first. i almost didn't think they'd quite get along.] but then ambrose is also... well, kind of a sad puppy, tbh. and just. genuine in asking questions, when he does. i think... it's a slow process of trying to give to others the space she didn't quite have, growing up. this whole process of... being able to share freely that she cares, what he likes and doesn't like is... still pretty new. so it's... as helpful for her as it is trying to be helpful for his companions.

and then... gale and her are so painfully alike in circumstance, if not motivation. ambrose sees mystra's request and his battle with the orb in his chest a lot like her own training. ambrose's content of study still makes her feel more an acolyte than a soldier, but there's no denying that he was a weapon, meant to be handled as thing of war [with the resulting backfired fireball-related injuries concealed under long sleeves to accompany it]. it breaks her heart when gale sounds so resigned and defeated. ambrose doesn't want gale to resign himself to being what she was made to be by choice. but he also doesn't want gale's own ambition and rose-tinted askance of forgiveness to turn around and bite him. the fate of the crown of karsus is their most recent point of contention.

and astarion and her have been butting heads for a while now, but they've also made progress. i'm not sure they ever had a great understanding of one another, but ambrose figured enough to at least think astarion was hurting, too. just... being a vampire's snack pushed on her own fears and traumas around autonomy and control of her fate. again, astarion i think... did scare her with that whole... little incident one night at camp, but. it was important for them to have a conversation for ambrose. astarion at the time i think was still a bit allergic to being so open and vulnerable with feelings, but ambrose didn't ask to speak with him after really expecting that to change. she just needed to get across why she'd said no, and why that was important to her. he wanted astarion to stay - they are all in this together - but. he... might've gotten a fireball in the face if he'd tried again. he got a little lucky she didn't smack him with one in fright the first time. she didn't want to have to, but. she would. if it kept her feeling safe.

and i think those are the three stories i've touched on lately in act iii that are really getting me in my feelings. after a very unceremonious and startling entrance into the city that saw ambrose sign a deal with raphael - which just. agonizes me, honestly. because it's a decision she made absolutely fucking terrified. a decision he knows has no good consequences for anybody in the end. but i think it's one that came down to ambrose being more afraid of the emperor than of raphael. to be clear, he's terrified of both. but they've dealth with hellish types before on this little journey, right???

[she does not, actually, have a plan for how that's going to work out. it does, in fact, hurt and scare him that such a decision disappoints practically the entire camp.]

karlach especially oh my god i don't think i'm done crying about that reaction. ouuuuggggh. anyway. before i get entirely derailed wailing off a cliff about it. karlach thankfully has an idea and ambrose somehow pulled off the actual performance of her life lying to the emperor about making a deal at all, so stay tuned for our future visit to the house of hope to see how that all goes down.

but! we have concluded... the house of grief and cazador's palace now, so! i can now say with certainty ambrose has killed someone for her girlfriend, which is kadnfl;dsfnl; not a sentence i ever thought i'd be writing. sure, they've been in plenty of battles, but shadowheart left viconia's fate up to ambrose and... i admit i'm a little surprised he went in for a definitive kill, but also... thinking about it, i think... it is because she's seen how shadowheart has hurt so much and for so long under shar's gripping hold, and here is the person that helped facilitate that. here is someone that treated shadowheart... not exactly like how ambrose was raised, but far too similar to ignore.

and that sort of... taken with continuing to push back on gale, to question more and more plainly if that path to the crown really ends in anything good for gale, let alone the rest of them, and... still pressing astarion about right and wrong and who are we, really? is all just... a culmination of the journey. asking wyll to break his contract so soon after she caved to one with raphael felt hypocritical, but it's advice given out of a place knowing ambrose didn't make hers for the right reasons - if there is such a thing in dealing with the hells.

that deal might have been rock bottom, and i wonder if seeing these places where maybe he can still help his friends is... sort of the switch back to hope she desperately needed, especially right now. part of what i think i'd already had to start slip in regards to ambrose's deal with raphael is... it was also made in a place of there was no one 'better' in the party but her for such a role. he was already raised in a role far beyond himself, something sacrificial in one way or another. she doesn't like it, he'd been trying to finally free himself from those shackles when this all started, but she hadn't really felt like she'd made it. so it was... resignation, in a lot of ways. before the horror of what it was got a grip back on her.

and then orin got her claws around gale, and ambrose i don't think has before reacted so strongly with anger and desperation. it didn't matter in that moment what orin was capable of, only that she had gale, and ambrose needed to see him safe again. and she wasn't keen on taking on gortash - not yet. the foundry is... a lot to go up against, and... somehow strolling into a den of murderers felt really possible in that moment of anger - more so than strolling into gortash's office for more than a chat or taking on the entire city, it felt like, in going after the steel watch. and this... came up before i'd turned sights on actually going after viconia and cazador, so that. might have played into those decisions, too, i reckon.

maybe ambrose has finally given up enough. maybe she's done with being scared, being bound to that expectation that she is, that he should be. sure, plenty of enough of what they have yet to do is scary, it is no walk in a park with cake, but... these are his friends. none of them have turned away from him even with a less than stellar choice this far in. she still has shadowheart, and halsin and them have grown closer.

and i just hAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT IT. MY SWEET ANGEL... GROWTH! I THINK!

the idea of defying raphael is still. ouu that's. that's terrifying. but. but they've taken down orin now, too, right? something would have to give eventually between this deal and seeing gale's mission through anyway, right? right??? i'm rooting for her to nuke raphael. she's got this. might not know it yet, but she's got it.

[bees-not-boys]

Hey you, it’s me. We are on day 2! Back into the LIKES…

I actually lost our place and the page completely refreshed 🙃 but I trusted the process! Scrolled back down! Did a bit of drawing to pass the time! And here we are again.

Worth noting is the interesting fact that I cleared our enough likes yesterday to have us at 10001 ✨ new beginnings indeed. Love some good ol’ fashioned numerology. Like a lil god wink.

just a few posts in and I come across a post that I would have ‘liked’ in present day. Discussing working on ourselves, questioning our beliefs/conditioning. Recognizing that doing that work/questioning is hard but should not be seen as Too Hard! I’m questioning my belief that I Don’t Finish Things by going through this archive of likes. I am unplugging from anywhere I bought or sold that belief, right or wrong. I’m aligning myself with a Maria who sees things through. Work worth doing

"someone else’s hope is hanging on your follow thru" of that hits. What great timing for that message. The synchronicities man…. // "no tree, it is said, can grow to Heaven unless it’s roots reach down to Hell" from Jung. That feels like a similar message of inner work, community work and collective effort to grow

so many posts with architecture, free information, factoids, beautiful objects. Wow I learned so much thanks to this site and the internet

I saved a vides with a beautiful cover of “she keeps me warm" set to a music video of a queer relationship blossoming. And now, 10 years later, I have my own beautiful queer love who keeps me warm! There has to be some inner child healing happening there! (I’m not crying you’re crying)

starting to see a lot more fandom posts - Zelda and HP and FMA alike. All of that is still so close to my heart haha that did not change!

finding fun posts from 10 years ago to show my partner. What sweet bliss. (Makes me think of the post "baby girl, I know so much fandom history you wouldn’t give a shit about"

in and among the funnies is also great poignancy: seeing full images from artists and exhibitions that I have forgotten about, but small details that I sketched out or I tried to mimic at one time or another. Those details lived on with me even when the memories and first impressions did not

[theemporium]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a bit of a fic of clingy Billy Hargrove at a party with his girlfriend and super fluffy and sweet. Like maybe he isn’t too big on PDA but for some reason at this party he gets superrrrr wasted and just gets really clingy and attached to his gf and keeps hugging her and kissing her in the middle of the party and she’s just like all giggly and like “Billy what has gotten into you”’idk I feel lie that would be so cute hahaha. Super fluffy and she takes him home and takes care of him

And maybe could you write one like this about Eddie Munson as well??

Only if you want to of course

Love your work btw xxx

hiya, baby! thank you so much🖤this was so soft, i hope you enjoy!!

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You were never much of a partier yourself, if you were being completely honest.

You enjoyed the odd party here or there, the excuse to get dressed up and put a little more effort into your appearance than usual. To have a couple of drinks, blast some music and dance with friends and strangers alike. 

Billy was far more sociable and outgoing than you were, he always had been even long before you two got together. And when you did get together, you found yourself attending a few more parties than usual, tucked under his arm for the night. 

So, it was fair to say you had dealt with drunk Billy Hargrove more often than not. 

You didn’t mind, especially when you yourself weren’t in the mood to always drink. You didn’t mind sitting back and letting your boyfriend enjoy himself, usually taking notes of all the embarrassing things he said and did to tease him about it in the morning. 

But this—this was something new to the both of you.

“That’s my baby!” Billy’s voice was unmistakable over the music as he shoved through the crowd towards the couch you were currently sitting on. “My pretty girl!” 

You raised your brows in amusement as your boyfriend came barreling towards you, falling onto the couch until he was pressed up against you. “How much have you had to drink?” 

Then, Billy fucking Hargrove giggled. 

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured as he stared up at you with glossy, starry eyes. He wasted no time in all but pulling you onto his lap, his arms wrapping you in a steel grip and the little curls of his tickling your skin. “Why did you disappear?” 

You frowned a little. “What do you mean? I’ve been here for the last hour.” 

“No, you disappeared,” he huffed and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “Don’t do that again, I don’t like when you’re not with me.” 

“Christ, Billy, maybe the question is what did you drink,” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers fiddling with his curls.

“Nothing,” he huffed out, a loud smack placed on the base of your neck. 

“Maybe we should get you home,” you murmured as he continued to place kisses along the column of your neck—a little sloppy and wet. 

His head popped up with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Got some other plans?” 

“Calm down there, handsome, we are getting you into bed before you crush my ribs,” you snorted a little at the pout on his lips, his bottom lip jutting out comically. 

“What can a man do to get some lovin’,” he grumbled, letting out a whine as you wiggled your way off his lap and stood in front of him. 

You reached out for him, your hands grabbing his as you tried to tug him off the couch. “C’mon,” you spoke as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his like a teasing promise. “If you cooperate, you might get a lil’ treat.” 

His eyes darkened. “Yeah?” 

Your grin was feline. “Only if you’re a good boy.” 

Your laugh was lost among the sea of partiers as Billy quickly pulled you towards the car, eager and ready to go home.

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[forever-rogue]

Thoughts on Marc/ Steven reacting to the reader trying to seduce them

Obviously Marc would be a lil shit but Steven would be clueless I think 😭 my sweet babyboy and he'd be blushing the whole time arghh

AN | These two really just live in my mind rent free 🥰

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader; Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Marc and Steven were…interesting to say the least. Not that it was a bad thing, they were just such different people yet so alike. Then again, they really were two sides of the same coin. Over time you’d learned to love them both in different ways, but the warmth and happiness they instilled in you was constant and never ending. But they loved you in all the ways you needed and in turn you gave them everything they could ever need.

You’d met Marc first, or rather he’d spotted you out at the bar and decided to meet you. He’d caught your eye when you’d first walked in but you would never have approached him. No, someone that gorgeous was surely out of your league. You weren’t even going to waste your breath. 

But then he came and introduced himself and the two of you had hit it off…enough that you convinced him (or maybe he convinced you to allow him) to come home with you. He was gone when you’d woken up after sleeping in - he’d kept you up till the early hours of the morning - but he did leave a note with his number. At least it wasn’t designated to be a totally one night stand. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing you’d fallen right into his lap, but you were curious to see where this would go. 

You’d texted him later that day and he’d responded after a while, leading to the two of you exchanging messages on a somewhat regular basis. You were pleasantly surprised to find that this man actually seemed to be into you. You didn’t see him for a few weeks after that first time, but the next time you decided it was your turn to take him down.

“Hey gorgeous,” you managed to sneak up on him as he sat at the bar, wrapping an arm around his waist. He stiffened in your grasp for a few moments before he realized it was just you. You turned your head so you could press a few kisses to his neck before whispering in his ear, “you smell delicious. It’s good to see you again, Marc.”

“Fuck,” a shudder ran down his spine as you continued to tease for a few moments before you let go of him and hopped onto the stool next to him. You could see the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he shook his head in amusement, “you enjoy your little moment, sweetheart?”

“Well, last time you seemed to like being in charge so I’d thought I’d see how it felt,” you flagged down the bartender and ordered your drink while he watched you incredulously. You were still getting to know each other but there was something about you that had him wanting to know everything. It was a strange, magnetic pull that you had over him, “what? Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” he answered as he tapped the neck of his beer against your glass, “I’m kind of surprised you came to be honest.”

“Me too,” you replied in earnest before shrugging, “I’m not…I’m not usually the type of person that just meets someone and immediately has sex with them but…apparently I am. But yeah…I dunno, there’s something about you I liked.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” you found yourself leaning in, hanging on his every word as you nodded, “I’m not usually like that either.” 

“You?!” your eyes widened in surprise at his words as he just laughed, “I mean…no..it’s just that…you’re gorgeous. I’m sure people throw themselves at you all the time.”

“Sometimes,” he admitted with a shrug, “doesn’t mean I just want to have sex with everybody. Only the right ones.”

“Consider me flattered,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the silly wink he offered up, “but at the same time, I’d like to actually get to know you. If that’s something you’d be interested in, but if not…that’s okay too, we can just leave things where they’re at.”

He leaned against the bar, giving you an effortless smile. He was so handsome and you knew he wasn’t even trying. He regarded you for a moment and you immediately feared that you’d crossed some unspoken boundaries, “I’d like that too, pretty girl.”

“Yeah?” your surprise came out before you could think about it as he just nodded and slotted a leg between yours, “well, then, I request to be wooed and romanced if you’re up to the task.”

“Consider it done,” he motioned for the bartender to bring over another round of drinks as he leaned his body into yours, “do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Marc passed your drink to you before moving his frame away from you, “I hope you don’t mind me buying you a drink, miss. Hopefully your boyfriend will be okay with it.”

“What are you…” you raised your eyebrow at him before you realized what he was doing. You couldn’t help but grin at him, “well, I don’t have a boyfriend so that’s no matter. But I don’t mind either.”

“Come here often, gorgeous?” he took a long drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours, “haven’t seen you around before.”

“No,” you shook your head, “this is my first time. What about you, handsome? Are you from around here? I’m sure I’d remember a face like that…”

And that was how you'd gotten to know (and fall in love with) Marc Spector. He'd won you over instantly, and despite your effort to seduce him after that, he still managed to one up you. Typical Marc, you'd learn, typical. But you wouldn't have changed a thing.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

You met Steven only after Marc had told you about him. It had taken some time for him to fully admit the truth to you; the fact that he told you everything showed that really did have faith and confidence in you. You knew it must have taken a lot of courage to confide something like that to anybody. And in turn you vowed to be there for him and support him however he needed. Which at some point led to you meeting Steven. There was only so long it could be before you’d encounter him, so you wanted to do it on your terms. 

You'd met one late afternoon when he was working at the gift shop, putting up a new display of stuffed plush toys. You knew Marc had told Steven about you, but there was still some doubt that he would actually like you…what if he somehow felt completely opposite to how Marc was towards you? Either way, you were going to find out for yourself.

"Hello there cutie," you walked to him and caught him unawares as he jumped slightly. He knocked a few of the plushies down as he turned to look at you with wide eyes, "sorry, Steven-with-a-v. I didn't mean to scare you!"

"How do you know my…oh. Oh," you'd both leaned down to start picking up the fallen animals. His hand brushed against yours and sparks jolted through your body, "its you."

"Yes," you grazed your fingers over his as you picked up the toys and stacked them back up how he had them. He watched you in silence, a flush of pink creeping into his cheeks, "me! Its nice to finally meet you. Marc's told me a lot about you."

"He…he has?" he studied your outstretched hand before taking it and letting you help hoist him up, "I didn't think he would."

"Considering that we're dating, it was going to come up at one point or another," you hopped onto the counter and watched him closely. He was clearly trying to process all of this, "you're cute. Funny how different you are from him when you share the same body."

"You…you think I'm cute?" He was biting the inside of his cheek so hard that he was surprised he wasn't bleeding. He'd never had someone say that to him before you and yet here you were. His whole face felt warm as he started at his feet nervously.

"Of course, silly man," you reached for his hand which he gave after a few moments of hesitation and pulled him towards you, "would you like to grab dinner with me when you're off?"

"You want to go out for dinner with…me?" He seemed stunned at the fact that you wanted to actually spend time with him. He hadn't exactly had the best luck in love or had a lot of people interested in him. When someone did show interest his walls were up and he questioned their motive but there was something about you that put him at ease. He knew he could trust you. 

"Yes," you grinned at him, putting your hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek before brushing a few unruly curls out of his face. Despite his best efforts, he made a small sound in the back of his throat and subconsciously leaned into your touch, "you can even pick the place."

"O-okay," he agreed with a small nod, "that sounds…nice."

"I agree," you slid off the counter and wrapped your arms around him in a small hug, letting him have the option of returning the hug or shaking you off. It only took a few seconds before he returned the hug; and oh, was it ever a good hug, "I want to get to know you better too. Not just Marc, but you, Steven."

"Wow," he pulled back, a nervous but giddy little smile on his face, "I…you're wonderful."

"That'll be something you decide later on," you laughed and he looked at you with what could only be described as heart eyes. You pulled out your phone and passed it to him, "put in your number, Steven."

He did so, his hand almost shaking with excitement as he saved his information before passing the phone back to you. You quickly called his phone so he'd have your number as well, "I-I'll call you when I'm off, yeah?"

"Sounds perfect," you leaned in and kissed his cheek, which caused him to turn almost bright red,"whenever you're ready, let me know. See you soon, love."

"See you soon," his features were so soft as you waved at him before turning around to head out. You'd called him love. You'd kissed him. If he hadn't already pinched himself he would have been convinced this was a dream. But instead he realized that this was sweet, sweet reality, "wow."

And that was the first time you'd met Steven. They were so very different, but you learned them both in their own ways. 

[tierra-paldeana]

☠🌏– She can't blame him for being curious - if anything, it was a guarantee that most people did wonder about her past, since she barely brought it up in conversation except for the more 'normal' anecdotes here and there. This made her rather mysterious and attractive to people, something she was very aware of... but so far, not even her closest coworkers or even her favorite trainer knew much about it. This... was a risky move.

But one she was willing to take, because it was Grusha. Someone she respected, admired and... cherished. More than he could imagine...

She thus nods, her expression one of understanding. She looks down at Clodsire again, who now had his eyes closed in relaxation as he relishes in the feel of her gloved hand on his head, before chuckling.

''Yeah, he is.''

There she goes...

''When I was a kid... say, five, six years old, I'd go to this swamp-like area near my house all on my own. I found it by pure chance, looked super secluded 'cause all Pokémon there acted super surprised t'see a human when they first saw me, heh. And... I was always... fascinated by this pond of Clodsire n' Wooper that lived there. They weren't afraid of me, n' I'd spend hours upon hours runnin' around and playin' with the pups. One of 'em was this lil' guy over here.''

She smiles, reminiscing, as Clodsire nuzzles her hand. But her smile slowly weakens as she looks down into her mug. The sweet brown brings back the wet mud to her mind.

''The reason why I wandered off that first day... My... ''parents'' had seemingly left me locked outside by accident, n' they weren't at home... or so I thought. So I jus' got bored n' walked away for several hours. At first I didn't think much of it, but...''

She takes a pause. The wind outside, albeit briefly, seems to howl quite aggressively.

''...To make a long story short, they were horrible people. I can't remember a lot 'bout them, but... they hated each other about as much as they hated me. Always leavin' me alone to fend for myself, lookin' at me with disgust n' indifference, arguin' n' screamin' at each other, lockin' me outside, leavin' for days, talkin' shit 'bout me behind my back n' sayin' I was the reason their marriage was a lost cause...''

Although her tone doesn't falter for now, the hand holding the mug seems to start to tremble a little, so she leaves it for the time being on the short table in front of her. As liberating as talking about these things was, she couldn't deny how much it hurt to take a look back and remember the fury as well as apathy in the eyes of the people that were supposed to care for her...

''...Durin' that time, I was goin' to an elementary school in the South which no longer exists, n' for good reason. It was a rather... dodgy place. It was constantly a mess, n' both teachers n' alumni were problematic to say the least. The good ol' Rika ya see here is quite different from the one back then, I was a real rascal, heheh. N' because I was never given any proper supervision... I jus' did whatever I pleased. It's not like anyone would care, 'fter all.''

''One day... I finally realized that. That nothin' mattered, that my parents didn't love me, that I was... alone in the world. N' so, I ran back to the pond I always had fun in, n'... cried by the shore. I was lonely, I was hungry, I was hurt, n' I felt... hopeless. Useless... worthless.''

Her lips tremble a little, and her eyes get glossy as she once more looks down at Clodsire, who looks back at her tenderly. She blinks away the tears as best she can. God damn it Rika, you're not even halfway done tellin' him n' yer already about to cry...?!

''But... hahah, w- wouldn't ya know it, he n' his siblings... they all saw this lil' girl cryin' at their home, woke everyone up n'... Clodsire and Wooper alike started bringin' me tasty berries, comfortin' me n' even lettin' me sleep among them. That... that was the first time I ever felt... s-so loved.''

As she lets Grusha process what she's said so far, she takes a minute to compose herself, finding comfort in Clodsire's nuzzles. It'd be... very uncool if she just started crying right there, after all.

⠀so he was just being paranoid, then.⠀that gets him to relax as if he's stiffened up on reflex, sighing a held breath;⠀people prodding into his business would've happened for sure by now, but rika was anything but a regular, nosy, frankly insensitive person.

⠀“ oh . . .⠀okay. ”⠀he pauses for a sip of his coffee, brief punctuation before he speaks again,⠀“ I've been curious about you, actually. ”

⠀and that was putting it mildly.⠀here was arguably the most popular elite four member of the region in his living room, and yet—⠀what did he know about her?⠀where did she come from, what was she like years ago, before the league wormed its way into their lives?

⠀hard to deny with such little knowledge about her to go off of, his mind wandered on nights where she just couldn't get out of his head.⠀those seemed to be happening every night, lately.

⠀his thumb rubs over the cubchoo decal printed onto his mug, staring off to the darkened window, simply listening to her talk.⠀saying such personal things like that, how she trusts him and seemingly few else . . .

⠀it would've made his heart race on the average day, face reddening and tongue forgetting every paldean word he knew.

⠀but today, when he looks back at her, watches the glow of his fireplace dance in her eyes, it just feels . . .

⠀right.

⠀“ clodsire was your . . .⠀first pokémon, yeah? ”

⠀and wherever she trails him to in this conversation, he'll simply let her take the reins.⠀it'd be best.