#the will they wont they but they will they just need to work out some stuff

[dancingaliensfics]

Remmick NSFW Alphabet

This is pretty self explanatory. I haven't really formatted this or proof read it, I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm tired and need to sleep lol but I wanna get this posted since it just came to me. Wrote this in my notes app bc I couldn't be bothered opening docs, thats how quick this came to me lol so theres not even spell check really.

I do personally prefer sub remmick but I've tried to have a mix in here of both because I think it's more realistic to him as a character. I might add some more stuff it tomorrow idk.

Warnings: nsfw content, mentions of drinking blood, one section with gore mention that you can skip, idk i can't remember tbh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn't like to clean you up after sex. Not because he doesn't care but because he likes how you look all dirty and messy. So cleanup is out of the question unless you're willing to wait 30 minutes for him to have his fill, by which point he's usually ready to again lol. He does like to cuddle though, he's quite a physical guy and keeping contact with you is important to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes your hands. I've made a post already about how he likes to have your fingers in his mouth and i stand by that. So i wont say too much about it again here.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's nasty guys. He like to cum on you. His favourite place is probably your stomach but he doesn't really care where as long as he can see it dripping down you. He cums a lot and because he's a vampire he can go again pretty quickly, probably after like 10 minutes, so by the end of the night you're covered. He also likes to spread it around with his fingers cause he's a weirdo.

He will absolutely eat his own cum. When he cums in your mouth make sure to kiss him afterwards because he loves it, it gets him hard so quick. Or you can just scoop it up with your fingers and push it into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok I have two things for this. The first one isn't particularly scandalous but it is something I think he'd be embarrassed by. When he's alone and feeling himself he imagines you and him back in his home town from when he was alive, living a quiet life in his childhood home. He loves to imagine you in the dresses the pretty girls used to wear when he was young. Honestly he creates pretty vivid scenarios, bringing you flowers back after a day working on the farm, putting your children to bed after dinner, undressing you slowly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. Climbing into bed together and just making gentle love before falling asleep in each other's arms. He keeps this a secret because it goes against his whole philosophy that vampirism is a gift. You two can't have children, atleast not in that way, and he'll never be back in that little house on the farm.

Now for the actually dirty one. I'm not really sure how to explain this but I'm gonna try my best. Basically he likes being told to use parts of you. Like for example, being told he can only use your thighs or your hand to get off. There's something so degrading about it that just really gets him going. It's another one that he wouldn't be able to verbalise, but having to make himself cum while only being able to rut against the sole of your foot or the space between your thighs is humiliating in a hot way. He doesn't have specific body part fetishes, he's not into feet or anything specifically, it's just being told he can only touch that part of you i guess.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very but also not. He's had a lot of sex and he's very good at it, but he doesn't have much experience being vulnerable and having that Intimacy he would have with you if you're in an actual relationship. Remmick is also not very experienced with being cared for by someone and wanted in a way that goes beyond the physical. So yes, he can give you the best night you've ever had, but hold his hand and promise to stay with him forever and he's a bit stumped.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to look at your face so you'll often find yourself in some variation of missionary. Tbh I don't know all the fancy names and neither does remmick, he just wants to look at your eyes. He's quite fond of prone bone though and anything that let's him look up at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely goes back and forth. I think simply through his nature or being a vampire, sex isn't always serious for him. He's very old and doesn't view sex in the same special way mortals might, especially in the 30s. But that doesn't mean it isn't special when he's with you. He always values your Intimacy together and often will be quite serious, especially if he's in a more melancholic mood. But he's a Goofy guy, he doesn't take things very seriously and he makes jokes in inappropriate situations that don't usually land. Obviously a lot of his silly guy persona was fake, but i think it's also clear from other interactions where he's trying to really connect with people that remmick is quite an odd guy and that does bleed through into sex. Sometimes he just does weird or random stuff. So yeah I think sex with remmick is a real mixed bag when it comes to seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not groomed at all. He is quite hairy and doesn't see a problem with that. He does trim every so often, but being from a time where shaving body hair just wasn't a thing, he doesn't often think about it. He has a lovely happy trail that leads right from his navel all the way down. He has thick dark curls down there that run wild. If it really bothered you, you could ask him to groom more but I don't think he would. He likes a hairy bush and doesn't get the modern fascination with hairless pussies and balls so he has no interest in it on himself. I just really isn't something he thinks about.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with remmick is always very intimate. Even when it isn't serious, the Intimacy is always there. There's a few reasons for this really. The first is that sex with remmick using involves one of you bleeding, and the exchange of blood is something he sees as very meaningful. It's not only his food source, the thing he survives on, but he also still has many old world believes about humours and the transfer of energy through blood. The second reason is that sex is one of the few times remmick will be vulnerable. You can really break down those walls and see another side of him, especially if you've been at it for a while. And the last is that if you're also a vampire, you and remmick have a mental link that connects all of your feelings, sensations and thoughts. There's really nothing more intimate than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it a lot lol. Being in a relationship does nothing to slow him down. Whether you're away from each other, in another room or sat right in front of him, it doesn't matter, he loves to feel himself up. He actually is quite a voyeur and loves to Jack off while you watch, especially if you give him instructions on how to do it. He also loves to have your smell around him while feeling himself, whether it's by just straight up sniffing you or from something of yours he has with him. He always takes something of yours with him when he goes on trips away, usually underwear or a scarf since those have the strongest scent but he'll even take a handkerchief if you offer it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it's probably easier to list things he isn't into. But I'm gonna touch on one isn't haven't really seen or talked about before. Remmick is a masochist. He's also a sadist but there's plenty of fics about that. He loves being hurt. Honestly sometimes he goes too far with it, and he really needs a partner who cares about him enough to draw that line. He talks a big game but he has a lot of self hatred he refuses to acknowledge and pain is a good way for him to ignore that. So its good to put him in a control environment where you can make sure he doesn't go too far. Slap him, choke him, bite him, scratch him. He loves it all.

He also likes to be treated like a dog. I've mentioned this a few times on my blog now haha so hopefully I don't become that girl, but he is really into that. Make him crawl on his hands and knees, tell him to pick your hands, let him hump your leg, he loves it. He likes to lick your face a lot which can be a bit icky but indulge him. He like to be punished and rewarded, it's a good way to keep him in check. And he likes this dynamic outside of the bedroom as well. Send out on errands and call him a good boy when he does well. Give him head pats when hes good and smack him when he's bad. Ah I can't get carried away here.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. I've already talked about this but he will fuck you on the side of the road or in the middle of a bar he doesn't give a shit. He likes for people to watch and he likes to be dirty. But there is something special to him about a private bed, it's somewhat nostalgic and makes his old man brain feel good or something I guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Again, anything and everything. This man is so horny, he is ready to go 24/7. But simple things like the wind blowing through your hair, watching you walk barefoot through a field or the smell of you as you walk past, are often the ones that do it the most him. Oh and watching you perform, if you're some kind of artist. That really drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't thing he likes the thought of really degrading someone he's actually in love with much. Don't get me wrong, he can be a mean dom when he wants, but I don't think he would ever do something that would actually make you feel bad. His whole world revolves around his partner, they're his god in a weird, possessive way, and he wouldn't do something like brand you or insult your physical appearance. He would also never make you feel bad about your personality. While he might call you a slut or pathetic, things like insulting you for being needy he just wouldn't do. I think he also would be interested in others degrading you. So while he enjoys bringing others into your sex life, it's purely for them to service you. He'll never tolerate someone insulting you in anyway.

He also won't let any of the fresh vampires near you because he doesn't think it's a good idea. Even if you're also a vampire, they can be too rowdy and he doesn't like it so yeah there's a waiting time for anyone freshly turned.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HES A MUNCH.

Cmon we all know that. This man loves eating pussy, day and night. If it was possible he would never stop. He loves the taste, the smell, the feeling of your legs squeezing his head. He just can't get enough. He eats like man starving, and he laps that shit up like a dog. He also moans so loud while eating you out. He honestly doesn't like 69 very much because he wants to focus on the task at hand lmao.

I also have to say, he loves sucking dick. He find it so relaxing, he could honestly fall asleep with a dick in his mouth. He loves to struggle on a big cock and he loves to take a small one fully into his mouth. The one thing I'm sad about is that I don't have a dick for this man to suck because it really is one of his favourite things.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ah it really depends. His mood changes quite quickly and that influences how he fucks. A session can start out one way and change up half way through. There's not much consistency with Remmick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Remmick loves a quickie. He'll ask for them all the time, at every opportunity. God forbid you have to be somewhere on time because he will stop you at some point to ask for a quick fuck. Most of the time he asks for a quickie though, it isn't so he can fuck you, it's so he can get a taste of your pussy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes yes. He will give almost anything a try atleast once, although most things he's already done. He's also a massive voyeur as I said before so he doesn't care about getting caught. I mean he shares a hive mind so it doesn't really matter to him anyway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a vampire so his Stamina is very good but not impossibly so. He can if he wants to last a long time each round but remmick is not a patient man so he usually doesn't. You can tell him to hold out though and then he's happy to. But to him it doesn't matter because whether he's cum or not, your fussy is getting eaten. He can go for quite a lot of rounds honestly, probably 4 or 5 most days but stretching up to 7 if he pushes it. But he still needs time between and he doesn't like to over do things so most days it's gonna be more like 2 to 3.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

What toys did they have in the 1930s? I'm not sure i need to do some reading on that. But I think remmick quite likes involving toys both on himself and you, whatever they are. He especially likes bondage on you both although he keeps breaking all the pretty rope you get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the king of teasing. Good luck if he gets in one of these moods because there is no escape. It will start at dusk as soon you're up, with light touches and coy looks and continue right up until dawn when he finally let's you cum after hours of fucking you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Remmick is so loud jesus. If you have neighbours, they hate you. And if you're trying to stray hidden you'll have to gag him. Even then you can still hear his panting and muffled moans. He also talks none stop during sex, I mean really runs him mouth. The man does not know how to shut up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Big gore warning here, i personally feel a bit sick reading stuff like this even though I wrote it so just warning you guys first.

He wants you to bite him. Ok yeah that's obvious. But not just a few times, he wants you to cover him all over in deep, bloody bites. He wants it to hurt. He wants people to look at him and think he's been attacked by some wild animal. Honestly he wants you to eat him. To tear chunks off and swallow them. To crack his bones and tear parts off him. Break open his ribs and pull out his heart and rip pieces out with your teeth. He finds the idea of being consumed deeply erotic and also very intimate. It makes him feel very safe, knowing pieces of him are inside of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice and thick. Probably a solid 6 to 6.5 inches with a good girth. He stretches you out just right. Uncut and a red tip. Heavy balls that hang low.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

All day everyday, ask and you shall receive. He really is hungry as a dog lol.

You know he's ready for it when he starts drooling. The drool really isn't something he can control, it just happens when his body decides its time to eat which often gets mixed up with being horny. So yeah, it's pretty common for you to look over and see him covered in drool, mouth open and shameless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall  asleep)

Depends. Some days he's straight to sleep while others he gets kinda sad and wistful after sex and stays awake watching you. He also gets kinda stressed you're gonna disappear or leave if he closes his eyes sometimes so you might occasionally find him staring at you for a long time. But your presence is very comforting for him and he always sleeps better with you.

[starlockheart]

Never lose me

kk Arnold x reader

summary: You and kk are teammates who are dating on the low. You both are going to the WNBA draft together, and after you accidentally make a TikTok and post it online for y’all fan base to see.

A/N: i havent wrote something in so long and i will get to work on that hazel fanfic i just been ….. busy with smtg 😅

april 11

You and the team had just won the natty and it's just been an amazing time. Especially since you had won it with your girlfriend kk, but only the team and some mutual family knew about it since u wanted to keep it casual.

You and kk are now on live before the draft since it was in two days. The livechat was roaring with excitement as everyone was happy about the win and the draft coming up since everyone knew about Pagie being the #1 pick.

“When is yall gonna make them tiktoks 😒”

“oml they such a cute couple”

“i'm wlw and love them together but we need to leave these girls alone!”

“are yall going to the draft?”

kk had read all the comments, they were funny, to say the least. “Yes girly pops we are going to the draft and we know yall can't wait to see our outfits.” kk was very giddy which didn't leave the fans eyes. 

lanihopps: “why is kk so giddy?”

mayra🦋: @lanihopps “because she got that good pussy from Y/n after the win.”

The comment got taken down very fast but everyone in chat definitely show it, including you and kk. You look to your left and saw kk holding back a laugh as you both made eye contact you both burst out laughing.

The whole chat was eating this up as the commets were going by so fast to the point where you guys couldn’t even comprehend what was being said. So you ended the live not even trying to deny the comments shipping yall.

It was now later and the clip had blow up on tiktok which isn’t a shock so as anyone would do when anyone is waiting for them to address the comments and shipping, yall stay silent. But who doesn’t stay silent is the team gc.

payless page: “did yall see the live these two dumbasses had.”

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nonchalant alpha sarah: “just dumbass doing dumb shit.”

influencer era morg: “HELP??? did nobody notice what the comment sais?”

thirst trap aubrey: “i think thats the whole reason for the video morg…”

kk read the groupchat as your head laid softly on her lap. She knew that you both mutually agreed to keep the relationship on the low since the media was very batcrazy about the relationships at Uconn. But sometimes she wanted to show you off to the world.

You had woke up as you looked up at kk staring at you which was romantic but in this case she was looking a little out of it. “baby whats wrong, you’re staring at me like i killed ur dog.”

“i just wanna post you without having to stress about if the post sends the wrong message.” kk had started stroking your hair looking at you with the most authentic expression.

You wanted to say something but no words would come out or maybe the right ones wont come out. So you stayed silent which kk took as an answer. She took your hands out of your hair and stood up walking away from the bed, or you. The emptyness filling you as you got up to follow her.

“kk come back.” Was all that could leave your mouth not wanting to say something too much or too little. You followed kk to the bathroom as she laid on the sink hiding her head.

crazy to think that something that started as a funny life led to something so serious. Kk turned her head to the side you were as she just stared for a good minute. “Do you not want to post me publicly because you're scared of being known as gay?”

The question had thrown you off guard, but you knew you had to answer the question so you contemplated what to say so you said the right thing. “Kk I'm never concerned about being known as gay, I just believe it's the right time for things to happen.”

You stepped behind her pulling her into a backward hug. This calmed her nerves a little as she melted into the hug. “Trust I would love to post you but it's just not the time.” You said as you started to wrap your hands around her waist.

April 14

It was now the day of the draft and you and Kk were in the car taking pictures, and feeling yourselves in your outfits. As you scrolled on tiktok after posting a photo of you and Kk on your instagram story you heard the “never wanna lose me audio.”

“He dont never wanna lose me.”

“He dont never wanna —wait .”

“Pussy so good make him do what i say”

The Tiktok was a girl hard launching her and her man's relationship which was cute and an amazing song so you saved the audio in your favorites.

As you scrolled on a couple of more tiktoks and made a singular one with kk you finally made it to the draft. As you and kk left the car the photographer and interviewers were eating it up. Everyone knew you guys were going together even if they were convinced it was two friends.

The draft itself was amazing with the photographers, some interviewers, pagie being the number one draft, kaitlyn being unknowingly drafted, and aubrey getting drafted. It was truly a night of success and drinks, a lot of drinks.

As you and kk left the afterparty from the draft you and kk wouldn't stop giggling as your driver drove home. “Kk let’s make this tiktok I I saw.” This lead to “Never lose me” by flo milli to start playing as you started lip syncing the lyrics as kk smiled drunkenly in the back.

“She dont never wanna lose me.”

“She dont never wanna —wait .”

“Pussy so good make her do what i say”

At the last lyric, you focus the camera on Kk’s face as she stumbled the last words out trying to hear the phone. “Make her do what I say” As the TikTok ended kk looked over at you as you looked at it smiling without knowing what you were about to accidentally do.

“Are you… posting that?” kk voice snapped you out of your glaze. “uh no just wanted to uh capture the moment.” You smiled as kk noticed how perfected you looked under the new york city lighting as the windows were down blowing your hair all over your face making you look majestic.

kk pulled you into a kiss as your hand accidentally pressed post instead of draft. Your phone was dropped on the car phone as kk pulled you onto her lap. Your dress rolling up as kk’s hands were gripping onto your ass, your legs straddling kk’s lap.

The intimate moment getting heated before kk’s phone in her bra blowing up. You broke the kiss looking at kk before she nodded and you took her phone entering her password and look at her Groupchat.

“Are you two hard launching🥹🙌🏾”

“wtf are you guys drunk🤨”

“Yall finna lose ALL them interships😭”

You were confused as your eyebrow raised kk looked at you with an expression that had “What was going on” written all over it. “Your friends are talking about a video we posted, we didn't post anything..”

As you opened TikTok you saw the video you accidentally posted with 80k likes and 8k comments in only ten minutes. Your eyes widened as you put kk’s phone down and grabbed yours. “Bae, tell me what happened?” You tried to reply but you were to stressed trying to take the video down as your notifications were blowing up.

“i p-posted the video, im sorry i just always talk about when would should hard launch but i just posted that a-.” kk cut you off with a kiss, a warm and gentle lip to lip connection that brought your frown to a smile.

“its fine just take down the video of us drunk, and we will announce it tomorrow.” kk voice sounding comforting as it made u smile. You toke down the video as you laid on her lap while the city nightlife was all around.

guess kk could never wanna lose you.

A/n: soo this was shorter and worse then i intended for so sorry if its bad!! and this was something to start off, also kk is 19 and u have to be 21 to drink so… i believe it was underage drinking… whoops..

[saveahorserideaneddie]

alright it’s rant time bc i saw a post that made me wanna rip my goddamn hair out so yall have to put up with the rage it gave me so buckle up fuckers:

“it doesn’t make narrative sense for them to kiss right now it’d be rushed” my fucking brother in christ it’s been seven fucking years are yall stupid?

like not even respectfully at this point

i keep seeing people say “i want a slow burn” WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS HAS BEEN????

like i see some takes i disagree with but like sometimes i’ll just see a blog make the absolute most dumbfuck post about what they want and talk about how “it wouldn’t make narrative sense for x to happen bc it’s unrealistic”

It’s fiction???? it’s not meant to be realistic???? since when has anyone in this fandom wanted realism??? didn’t everyone JUST crash out over “realism” two weeks ago??????

it’s absolutely baffling to me how people who have only been here like a year or two can sit back and be so daft enough to say “the slowburn hasn’t been long enough” or “this is actually paced so well” when they’re not the ones who have neen waiting for this for SEVEN. YEARS.

like there are certain opinions that you can agree or disagree with in this fandom, but we are absolutely fucking beyond the time for “major hints” and shit like that. there either needs to be a BLATANTLY clear in-text confirmation that they have feelings for each other, or there needs to be a kiss.

also- to all of you out there who seem to think this- a kiss does not equal them getting together

they can absolutely kiss or have an almost kiss and then ignore it bc they’re idiots which would stir up angst without leaving plausible deniability for the show to backtrack again

yall are putting way too much trust and faith in these writers just because you want a “realistic canon arc” (mind you, buck’s canonical bi arc took approximately five minutes and no one batted a fucking eye bc it was a- about fuckin time and b- setup by subtext for SEASONS beforehand)

this show does not need to spoonfeed us development, this is not the time for baby steps- this has been building for well over half a decade now and stalling it sny longe just increases chances of the show getting cancelled before they actually go canon, people quit watching bc they’re tired of them dragging their feet/tired of the repetitiveness of the will they wont they that they’ve been setting up again for SEVEN YEARS whether intentional or not, or the writers (cough cough Tim Minear cough cough) just give up entirely and chsnge their mind snd we get a redo of s6 where they’re thrown w two shitty chemistyless LI’s.

the show is not fanfiction. there’s no guarantee that it’s going to end up exactly how we want it to end. it can’t drag the story out over 60 chapters and 100,000 words at this point. we already have eight seasons of canon to work with. the show is finite, and will end eventually, and unfortunately it’s becoming increasingly unheard of for procedurals that aren’t grey’s to make it past a s10 so if we do that will already be a miracle.

some of us actually would like to see payoff from the years of waiting. idk about yall but i haven’t sat here for 7 years just for them to go canon in the series finale bc someone who only started in s7 thinks that the slow burn wasn’t long enough.

anyway, rant over- i just genuinely do not understand how people’s brains work when they say they “don’t want a kiss in the finale” bc what are you even talking about right now?

[vickylq31]

My firewind headcanons 😈

-when wind archer realised he have feeling for fs, he buried that feeing deep inside just so that he wont get distracted with his mission and he probably thought it wont work out since both have their own things to protect.

-Fire spirit is def touch starved. He is literally the guardian of fire, I doubt that he can even touch cookies without burning them. Plus if you listen to his old dialogue (korean ver) he often offer a hug

-Fire spirit always careful whenever he touch wind archer. Like if he almost put his hand on wind archer's shoulder, he quickly pull it away and act like nothing happened. He just dont want to accidentally hurt him 😭

-Fire spirit and Wind archer have fought side by side b4 that they know each others fighting style and synchronise when battle

- Wind archer always calms Fire spirit down whenever he got angry

-Whenever they want to meet up, it's always somewhere that is not in the forest (to avoid fs from accidentally burning the forest) But if they do meet up in the forest, Fire spirit would cover his fiery hair with his cape and tied it up like those grandma headscarf.

-Fire spirit always try to make wind archer rest because of how overworked he is. Wind archer agreed at first but then went back to work 5 minutes later.

-Both Fire spirit and Wind archer looks like the type of person that's afraid to be vulnerable.Since Fire spirit hate to be seen as weak and wind archer have to be on guard 24/7 (not to mention selfless too) so they both have trouble communicating with their feelings to each other.

The list goes on brah but Imma write it until here 🔥

More headcanons 🥳 what a great day

Yes. Just yes. Both Wind Archer and Fire Spirit hides their emotions but like for completely different reasons. Wind Archer wants to focus on his job and can’t let something like love get in his way and Fire Spirit just hates the thought of being seen vulnerable because he is THE Fire Spirit, the guardian of flames, the guy who got the favor of the Legendary Greenish Red Dragon, so even tho he doesn’t suck as much to show his emotions like Wind Archer, he is still so oblivious and such a loser. Like yeah, he will go around flirting with Windy and following him around, but he doesn’t need him, he just likes the company of someone as great as him, and he definitely does NOT want to touch Wind Archer like at ALL, so if you saw Fire Spirit reaching to touch WA and just looking like he was holding himself from physically combusting because he can’t even touch Wind Archer’s hand without burning him… no you didn’t.

But seriously, imagine when Fire Spirit finally finds a way to touch Wind Archer, being it a potion or just some gloves of some sort (and when they finally accept that it’s okay to have feelings like a normal person), that guy is going to be attached to Windy by the hip. (Also I did not know about the Korean translations thing, that’s super fun and sad as well, poor guy he just wants a hug)

Also, even if they don’t say it a lot with words that they care for each other, their actions speak volumes. Fire Spirit will be up on Wind Archer all day for him to finally get a break and rest because holy shit does that guy ever stops?? And while Wind Archer doesn’t need to tell Fire Spirit to rest because… well, he doesn’t really need a reminder, whenever they fight together (which happens a lot, to the point both they can easily go to battle together because it just works so well, and it’s not like they need help to fight, but it’s just more fun to have the other near) Wind Archer will patch Fire’s wounds and scold him whenever he makes a move that was too dangerous for himself or whenever FS is just about to burn everything because of stress Wind Archer will just… be there and calm him down. They both hate being told what to do, but they feel really cared for and loved whenever the other does something like that for them.

I loved the idea of Fire Spirit just protecting his hair with his cape whenever he goes to the forest.,WA almost loses his shit every time because it’s so funny to see Fire Spirit looking like a grandma but at the same time starts loving him even more every time because the only reason he is doing this is to protect the forest. Bonus point if the forest has some sort of magic that Millennial Tree made to protect it from fire because he noticed that Fire Spirit started visiting more and wanted to make sure that nothing bad would happen (so basically he is using that cape for nothing). Bonus point again if Wind Archer knows about this spell and is just letting Fire Spirit humiliate himself because it’s hilarious.

[lucydixon]

Drunk Dial

Imagine him looking at you like this while you drive him home, just absolutely lovesick 😭

Summary: Faust calls, you from a party, shitfaced, and gets all sappy with you. Warning: Sickening fluff

You jolted awake to the sound of the phone ringing at three in the morning, one hand clutching your chest as you tried to find the phone in your disoriented state. 

A late-night phone call was never good, and you were acutely aware of the fact that Faust was out partying with his friends.

He’d planned on crashing at the Mayhem house so you didn’t have to go pick him up at an unreasonable hour.

But now, you were frozen, just about to grab the phone off the hook, thinking about the possibility of it being a cop on the other side of the line, about to tell you that Faust had tried to drive someone else’s car home and wrapped it around a telephone pole. 

“Hello?” your voice was a little shaky, full of concern. 

Immediately, you could hear muffled metal music coming from the other side of the line, and slumped over in relief. 

“Faust?”

“Oh good!” he slurred into the phone excitedly, very clearly off his face. “You’re awake!” 

“I wasn’t.” You couldn’t help but laugh, lowering yourself into the chair next to the phone “Everything okay out there?” 

“I just really missed you,” you could hear the pout in his voice, “I always miss you.” 

“I miss you too.” You muttered, “Do you want me to come get you?” 

“No, no- you should be sleeping.” 

“I was sleeping, baby.” You reminded him, “I think you’re the one who should be sleeping.” 

“Oh fuck- did I wake you up? I’m so sorry, Angel, I-” He rambled, but you cut him off before he could get too worked up over it. 

“It’s alright, Faust.” You chuckled into the receiver, “I really don’t mind. It’s nice to hear your voice.”

“Faust, what the hell are you doing?” You heard one of the boys shout on the other side of the line. “Get off the phone!” 

“What?” He shouted back drunkenly, “I can’t talk to my girl on the phone? Fuck you!”

You grimaced at the volume and held the phone a few inches away from your ear. 

“She’s probably sleeping!” You were pretty sure it was Occultus arguing with him, “Man, hang up!” 

“Why?” Faust huffed, a little further from the phone “She picked up! Leave me alone!” 

“Then why don’t you just get her to come get you?” his best friend groaned in the background. 

“Cause she’s sleeping!” 

You could hear a scuffle and some muffled grumbling from both sides, and you guessed they were wrestling over the phone. 

“Can you please come get him?” Occultus must’ve won the grappling match. It was his heavy breathing and voice on the other end, “He wont shut up about you, and if Øystein hears him, he’ll never hear the end of it!” 

You could hear Faust trying to get the phone back, and tried to picture whatever was going on over there. Occultus was probably sitting on him if he’d managed to keep the phone out of his grip for this long, but Faust had a good foot and a half on him and eventually snatched the phone back. 

“Did you hear that, Angel?” He was breathing raggedly into the receiver. “I’m getting beat up over here.” 

“My poor baby,” You played into it. “Do you want me to come get you?” 

“I want to see you.” He groaned dramatically, “You’re so pretty and I wanna look at your pretty face and your pretty hair and-” 

“You just hang tight and try not to drink anymore, okay?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I can be there in thirty.” 

“Why not?” He pouted. 

“I don’t think I can carry you to bed, my love. I’m gonna need you to work with me here.” 

“Oh man,” He sighed dreamily, “I love when you call me little names like that. Fuck, I love you so much that it hurts.” 

“I love you too, baby.” You couldn’t bite back your smile if you wanted to. “I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

“Okay.” 

You rolled up to the house, unsurprised to see that things had died down considerably by the time you got there. 

It was pushing four in the morning, yet a few stragglers were milling around the yard, just as drunk as Faust had sounded on the phone. 

You kept your distance on your way to the door.

You heard a gasp to your left as soon as you walked in, and before you could even turn all the way around, you were lifted off the ground and being clutched to someone’s chest. 

You could tell immediately, based on just how high off the ground you were and the long inhale as he smelled your hair, that it was Faust, and not a random stranger.

“Angel!” his voice was soft, but excited. “What are you doing here? Oh, your hair smells so good.”

“You called me, baby.” You draped your arms over his shoulders and gave him a squeeze back before gently nudging him to put you down. As much as you liked being in his arms, he was swaying a bit, and you were scared you’d both topple over in his drunken state, “remember?”

“Do you want a drink?” He slurred, clutching your hands in his, “I can get you a drink, come on.” 

“No, thank you.” You chuckled, tugging him gently in the direction of the car. “I’m here to take you home. We’re going this way.” 

Faust stared at you lovingly the whole drive home with a goofy little smile on his face. He held your free hand over the centre console and pouted cutely every time you had to wiggle it out of his grip to make a turn until you were pulling into the driveway. 

His eyelids were drooping by that point, and he was obviously struggling to fight off sleep. 

You got him into the bed while he pawed at you clumsily, tripping over his long limbs while you kept him steady. You’d turned to go get him some water, but yelped when you were dragged into bed instead. 

Faust pulled you under the covers and tiredly clutched your back to his chest while you giggled softly. 

“I was going to get you some water,” you told him, turning around in his arms so you could look up at him with an amused smile tugging at your lips.

“Fuck the water,” He groaned tiredly, still slurring a little “just stay here with me.” 

“I can do that.” You reached up to brush some hair out of his face, then cradled the side of it in your hand, gently brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “You’re real cute, you know.” 

“I’m cute?” he scoffed softly, looking down at you with hazy adoration, resting one of his big hands over yours,  “you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t even know how much I love you.” He sighed, shutting his eyes 

“I love you, too, Faust.” You smiled, coaxing his hand to the side so you could bury your face in his chest, sure that he was falling asleep. 

“I’m gonna marry the shit out of you.” he mutted so softly into the top of your head that you could barely make out the the words. But still, you did, and stiffened, eyes widening as your heart rate picked up slightly. “I’m gonna get you a ring and you’ll wear a pretty dress and my parents will come.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Stop it.” You breathed, “You’re drunk.” 

“I don’t care,” he rambled quietly. “I am gonna marry you and we’ll have babies, lots and lots of babies. I hope they all have your eyes, wouldn't that be nice?” 

“Shut up.” 

“What? You don’t want little metalheads running around?” He chuckled breathily into your hair at the thought, full of warmth. 

“I haven’t really thought about it.” You lied, curling into him, a little overwhelmed.

In all honesty, you’d never even considered having children until you met Faust. He had you thinking about lots of things for the first time. 

You couldn’t deny the almost giddy feeling that came with hearing him talk so confidently about the future of your relationship.

You knew that Faust loved you, of course you did, but it was still reassuring to hear that he couldn’t picture an expiration date for the two of you. 

“I have.” he sounded half asleep but clutched you to his chest harder “I think about it all the fucking time.”

“You’re all I think about. I miss you right now and I’m holding you.”

You wrapped your arm around him and smiled into his chest. 

“Go to sleep, you big softie.” You muttered, “I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Angel.”

“More than anything.”

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

ok, going to be looking at this again today or tomorrow (not sure how my work day is going to go w the AC out and its 85 in here...) so i can get it wrapped up and tested finally!

if it turns out how i want and it works how i need it to, ill obvs share for anyone who's interested ofc. but this also means ill have to make a lil umbrella business again...just not in natasha una's house lmao

idek who id get to run the place yet but hey, got some plans here! i kinda dig the name: Macabre Parasols for a comm lot.

i need to remember to set the kiosk to have higher attraction or the townies wont be drawn to the kiosk ofc. hmm

another mod idea, maybe:

a kiosk but for umbrellas bc still trying to figure this out. townies need umbrellas so they need to buy one right?

ok, so kiosk would just sell an umbrella for idk, $15 and then its IN their dang inventory BUT:

how do i make it so:

does sim have umbrella already? DO NOT BUY AGAIN

any guidance on how to make this a reality? i do not want townies to buy up the same object over and over again, i need them to buy it once and then never buy it again.

[rozenphox]

c’MON dick

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Riz has counted four casseroles this week alone. Five, if one goes by the method of cooking, but Yelen's scary when she's crossed, and calling her burek by its proper name is important to her, so Riz does her the courtesy and doesn't include it in his mental tally.

He holds the tupperware over his head to keep it out if the way as he takes careful steps over the piles of notes in his path. The dockman case just closed, relevant documentations handed over to relevant personnels, evidences dealt with as needed; all he has lying around now is just record of the process and traces of himself thinking through it. Unsurprisingly they still haven't invented a surface more convenient for people under five feet who like to pace to put pieces of paper on than the ground.

Actual records go into the case folder with the other documents. Anything else with at least one side still blank is going to the school kids in the block - they chew through an astounding amount of paper just learning arithmetic. The rest is for the recycling basket.

Later. It's his mandated lunch break right now.

Riz sits down in front of the corner file cabinet. In an office often overrun with papers and strings and sometimes even thumbtacks, he's never really managed to clutter up this exact square of surface like every other ones. Ever since the bottom drawer rattled for no discernible reason a day long past, his eyes have always just kinda decided to slide across the space without acknowledging it.

It's years out, now. Riz doesn't know why he thought it such a big deal anymore, back then. He wasn't scared, he doesn't think. Not anymore. Maybe just uncomfortable with the idea that certain things persist despite all efforts to change.

He opens the tupperware. Dame Carabelle's experiment greets him with enough spice in the aroma alone to knock out a small mammal. When he chopped the vegetables for this casserole he couldn't really imagine the eventual heft of it, evident even through just these few ladles' worth, maybe weighing heavier for being still warm. His folk eat more through the smell and the textures and the aftertastes than the taste itself. His folk's meal is really the cooking rather than the eating. The eating is the meal's end.

"Hey," he tells the file cabinet's bottom drawer. "Um."

It's the anniversary. Riz doesn't know the exact date of his dad's death; nobody currently alive does. He and Mom both use the date of the funeral, though as he moved out to Bastion and then got more directly involved with Interplanar he hasn't really been going to Dad's grave as much. Doesn't seem like very efficient use of his time, catching a train or borrowing a car or spending a whole spell slot on going somewhere he knows Dad isn't at. They're sorta coworkers now. They talk on and off every other week between missions. When he goes now, it's just to clean up the place, keeping the landmark tidy and respectable.

Without that work to mark the date he doesn't really know what it serves anymore. But he still remembers it. Still takes note, absently or not, when it comes around.

There's not really a good way to tell the drawer that. Riz looks for another way to start the... conversation, hopefully. The question at play, he'd guess, is why he's doing this. He's been pretty content ignoring all the rattlings and the knocks from inside and the times it sits slightly ajar without him ever opening it himself; hell, he still uses the three drawers on top of it. Space is fucking precious in Bastion.

Precious enough to finally fix this damn drawer so he gets his turn to use it? Riz asks himself. Is that what we're getting to? Then he dismisses the thought - he didn't manage to fix it the times he actually tried, let alone-- now. When he doesn't really care that much to.

That's probably a good place to start. "'s fine if you keep being in there, turns out," Riz says.

The lunch hours are quiet in the block, sleepy and bright with the brief window of sunlight that manages to break through roof overhangs and extended balconies and laundry lines and climbing vines. Riz's work isn't loud here (the loud parts happen away from his office, if everything goes right), but the fragment of early summer heat reflected in the steady warmth his meal still carries compels him to lower his voice even more. It makes the words feel intimate, in a way he's never been familiar with - if he says something he just says it. He doesn't whisper. If he gives his friends something, he gives it open-palm. He's found out, along the way, that people usually don't think of rituals and courtesies the way he does.

Small voice for a diminished monster. "You know why I think so?" Riz asks. "Because almost two decades ago you kidnapped me and almost killed me, and now you rattle a drawer in my office."

It doesn't sound as much like a taunt as Riz wanted it to; the drawer has made a lot of noises again this morning when he checked the calendar, and he was definitely annoyed at it. Now, though, facing it like this after cooking the whole morning with more grandparents and peers from the block than he can count on both hands to cater for a tenant union meeting, he thinks the annoyance has morphed. Changed shape.

It has the shades of something like pity. Riz is not prone to pity, and especially not at these kinda matters. It's slightly maddening that he coheres perfectly outside of this one spot. That he commands his spaces, except for a drawer.

He puts the tupperware onto the floor between himself and the cabinet. "I know we're aware it's the anniversary," he says at the drawer. "You do this every year. You make a ruckus every time I decide to go do my job instead of mooching off my friends' aircon, and every time I get an invitation to some stupid social thing I want to turn down, and every time one of the old people tries to introduce me to a child or a nibling, because being a bachelor over thirty is weird," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I have three fucking jobs. I love doing my fucking jobs. I'm forcing funds into infrastructures. You're never leaving, are you."

The drawer vibrates lightly. It's a very, very mild acknowledgement, considering the history of reactions Riz has gotten from this thing. Riz thinks it's emanating joyous agreement, or satisfaction.

It only sharpens the pity. Riz doesn't like that, but it's how it is. That's, ultimately, the lesson he's been taught over and over and over again, just by existing as himself, turned every which way by space after space that don't see him eye-to-eye: it's not like he'd quit living over any of it. It's not like any of it can sand off these fundamental pieces of him.

He's outgrown a lot of things, he's found out. Again, and again, and again. A childhood home, a yearly trip, a monster.

"'s probably scary for you, huh?" He asks. "Because I left."

He thinks he hears joints creak that sound like you did. Probably the way a scorned lover would say it, in a movie or a yellowback. He has no more connection to the idea than he did as a kid. Less, because it doesn't even scare him.

"That's what it is, right? That it's the anniversary, and I'll never be like Dad." He raises a knee from the floor, pulls it back closer to him. Slings an arm over it. "You love to remind me. The thing is, Dad also left. He loved Mom and he loved me, and none of us wanted it to happen, but it still did. Because love does fuckall to make anyone stay on its own."

He's long past being bitter about it. It's just the facts. Once upon a time he looked into the future and the specter of his friends' happily-ever-after casted lightless, fathomless shadow over him. Love, marriage, that kind of devotion, to a fifteen-year-old with more solved cases than friends seemed so eternal. Final.

But you can only watch your friends build up apps' worth of jilted lovers for so long before getting over it.

"You know what I learned?" Riz tells the drawer. "Love doesn't make anyone stay. Project management does."

He stands up, and picks up the tupperware of Dame Carabelle's casserole, that he helped make, that he helped share with a block's worth of neighbors and members of a community he's at home with, and goes sit at his desk to eat. "Last chance to get any," he drops an offer over his shoulder as he walks away.

He doesn't eat all of his share in one go. What he's spared he leaves on the desk when going outside for a smoke break. Baron looks the exact same as when he saw them last, when he catches a glimpse; they haven't grown at all. They aren't there when he comes back inside, but the leftover has gone days-old cold, like someone's sucked the future out of it.

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about robby/langdon hate sex ngl

robby punishing langdon for his drug use, for not coming to him for help, for letting him write a letter of recommendation and potentially putting his career in question when he’s stealing from the er… fucking langdon with cruel, vicious thrusts while langdon just takes it in the hopes it’ll be enough to make up for everything and robby won’t report him…

[ispyspookymansion]

bosses r basically trying to get me to take on at least 12 maybe more like 20 more hours of work per week (not including another 5 hours of commute time per week) by adding one extra 8 hour day . this is crazy and not sustainable without my actual engagement in my job and the products i put out becoming much worse but i need this extra day to happen or im never gonna be able to quit working at the grocery store . lol.

[phobiaexists]

He wonders who this is.

[blazingauraheartworld]

Does anyone know why the Kazumi Magica artist went AWOL like you said to dreamerwitches?

That’s the fascinating thing, right? I can’t seem to find anything about them deciding to. I feel like someone would have likely noticed if the artist had put out a ‘I’m deleting everything.’ or any sort of similar vibe before it happened. 

The Cuddly Despairs event ran in October, 2021. The artist did the CG art as well as art for the newly unlocked *5 stars + new Kazumi. Sometime between that event and potentially July/August ish of 2024 ( since there was no ‘goodbye’ art piece made featuring Kazumi characters when Magia Record EOS when everyone Else did one) is when the artist seemingly deleted their online presence. 

Now, the rest is under a read more just because I find this situation fascinating, but is really just pure speculation on my end.

Kazumi Magica is such an interesting existence in the catalog of madoka spin-offs, precisely because it seems as if both the creators ( writer and artist) of the manga aren’t very interested in involving themselves further in the Madoka Magica series as a whole than the story they made. I can’t tell if it’s because there’s two people who worked on it vs the other spin-offs, where the artist And writer were the same person, that’s created this sort of vibe where Kazumi keeps getting excluded from the cool magical girl club. Tart also was a two party team with Masugitsune & Kawazuku (under Golden Pe Done), but Masu alone was plenty active in helping with designing new characters and doing multiple Tart events.

I had a whole thing here getting into it the thick of it, but very much every spin-off artist that had their story shown off in the Exedra trailer (GAN, Masugitsune, Kuroe Mura) have all given some form of contribution to Magia Record during the game’s run, if not still doing artwork for the main series, like the MagiReco anime end cards and other miscellaneous works. 

I’m not expecting Masaki Hiramatsu( Kazumi Writer, still around) to have picked up a tablet pen and done something in place of no longer having an artist for his series. He seems to be plenty busy writing for the Bleach anime right now by the looks of things. I want to make it clear : I do not think he does not care for Kazumi. He clearly does with how he didn’t like how the first Magia Record Kazumi event was written, and then seemingly assisted with it on the second go. I feel as if the same would likely happen for Exedra too to ensure the story is properly retold. 

anywhos!

Simply put, I believe the artist of Kazumi Magica, for one reason or another, retired from being an artist or does not want their art to be available online. 

This is slightly unrelated, but to give you an idea where I’m going with this, I occasionally buy adopts and customs from other artists, and if I had a nickel for every artist I’ve worked with that has scrapped their existence from the Internet entirely due to AI concerns, I would have eight nickels. Again, I cannot confirm nor deny that is why the Kazumi artist decided to scrub everything, as we do not have an official confirmation. However, it would not surprise me if that was the case.

Even if unlikely at this point, the artist could always make a comeback to work on Exedra! I feel like they might leave Kazumi as the last spin-off they'll add, just to sorta see if they could maybe Find said artist. I’m just…not holding my breath for it as of now.

Which comes to another question: When Kazumi inevitably gets added to Exedra, who is going to do the art? I know there’s someone on the f4 team that can do a good impression of Ume Aoki’s art style, but I’m not sure if they can do the same with Kazumi…? I feel like there are many artists around and involved in the series now that there’d be someone who wouldn’t mind picking up the task…

[0rchidm4ntis]

We'll be alright.

[vanityangel]

"Jacob Fatu is what WWE always wanted Solo Sikoa to be." The same 5 songs. The same 5 songs. Wrestling fans, they play the same 5 fucking songs. Anyway, this is my incredibly long-winded rant about wrestling fans and Solo Sikoa's character.

To me, I think if Solo Sikoa was presented just like Jacob Fatu is now it would make zero fucking sense to his character. Even, or especially, to the parts they haven't really touched on much yet. Jacob is immediately presented to us as cold, emotionless (except like. anger.), a monster incapable of morals. He tears apart whatever stands before him without thought, just destruction in its purest form. As though this is just who he is and how he always has been. Solo wasn't always completely cold and merciless, not in NXT and not when he first joined The Bloodline. He was very closed off, but he was still human. There was still warmth to him. He still gave respect to his peers who he felt earned it, laughed and joked, he made friends or at least allies he was willing to trust enough to team up with. Solo wasn't a lost soul. He slowly became more "emotionless" in time after joining The Bloodline. The more he was left alone around Roman. And big notable moment of shift in his demeanor is when Sami left. Even when Jey at the time HATED Sami and Roman was still demanding him to prove his trust, Solo took to this weird little guy anyway. They became an odd couple pair. If Solo was always presented like Jacob, his progression into becoming so frustrated at Roman that he started to raise his voice and yell at him would have been nothing worth noting. Solo was quiet, Solo was calm. Solo operated like a machine; he took orders with seeming no regard to his own feelings on the matter and thus no expected pushback. Jacob is so like a ticking timebomb with everyone always on edge when he will explode. So chaotic and dangerous that even when he displays undying loyalty people expect him to pushback at any order at any given moment. Unhinged and unable to be leashed. Jacob is reactive. Solo was not. As Roman's enforcer, if Solo ever did seem to have his own opinion on something, he would look thoughtful and considering but kept it to himself. He has started off more vocal in the beginning, carrying into when he joined The Bloodline, but over time he retreated into a shell. He said nothing more than what was needed to be said. Despite being a family outcast Solo was brought to the main roster by the Elders orders, then acknowledged Roman without hesitation. Even when he propped himself as Tribal Chief he stated he would acknowledge Roman as the rightful Chief if he were to take the Ula Fala back, as if Roman had to earn it. Though where Solo's loyalty lies is always unclear, a loyalty no one can return in kind to him, he still seems to have his own idea of being loyal and earned respect. A system he believes. And Solo still has a vulnerability to him, one he even weaponizes. For Jacob's very debut Solo fell to the ground, pleading, eyes wide and doe-like enough to create pause before breaking into a maniacal laughter. Even talking about how the streets hardened him in his early NXT promos he had a vulnerability. A "hurt people hurt people" type who still seemed stung at being left behind and going forward is trying to prove his worth, that he does have value, to the very people who discarded him. He can bring gold to the family, he can keep them at the top no matter the sacrifice. What's best for the family above self. Jacob is unpredictable because no one knows what will set him off. Solo is unpredictable because no one knows which face is sincere. Solo and Jacob are not interchangeable.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Pet store clerk gives Charles a bag of free treats for his ""dog"" all while Charles can feel Erik Looming in the BG

the real mortifying day is after months of getting small bags of dog treats one day the bag of dog treats has like. perfectly normal human candies/pastries or something inside

Of Course charles is confused and impulsively asks what it is/how it's different from the usual only for the clerk to reply theyre Whatever Erik's Favorite Treat Is and its that day forward erik is adamant they just do their shopping online

[bmpmp3]

now im learning. phoneme editing for english is fun as FUCK in sv2