#this is very messy but i was in a time crunch lol

[viscerax]

Hey I'm back agian with another ask lol sorry if im being annoying but I was just wondering if you could do a finney x fem!reader where he had wrote a letter to the reader trying to confess his crush to her and as he's walking over to her locker to slip it into her locker but one of his bullys take it and read it out loud to the whole hallway so he's super embarrassed and he starts getting teary eyed but reader is listening to the whole thing so she gos and tries to stop it but he didn't know that she was listening so he gets embarressed and runs away and hides and starts crying out of embarrassment and the reader finds him and comforts him telling him she feels the same way (sorry that was really long and probably dosnt make any scence my grammar isn't very good)

Love Letters

Finney wasn't really a "romantic love confession under the moonlight" kind of guy. He was always nervous, and talking to girls definitely wasn't easy. His palms would get sweaty and his cheeks would flush, and his words would come out in a messy and stuttering slur.

So, he opted for the second best option, which was to write a letter, slip it into your locker, then turn heel and run. Gwen practically sat on his shoulder at home, coaching him in what to say, and letting him borrow her glittery gel pens and stickers.

And today was the day. He walked down the halls, head hanging low as he read the two words written in fancy calligraphy on the front of the envelope, "For Y/n."

Just as he approached your locker, he felt someone rip the envelope from his hands.

"Hey, Finney! Whats this, huh?" Matty, one of Finneys most common bullies snickered as he observed the envelope. "Oooh, is this a love letter! I didn't think you were into girls." Matty snickered, and Finney tried to snatch the letter back, but Matty quickly moved it away from Finney, causing Finney to slip and almost fall onto Matty. Finney was shoved back, and he almost fell flat on his ass.

"Let's see what this says, hm?" Matty tore the envelope open, and Finney already felt tears begin to well up.

"No! Don't!" Finney cried but it was already to late, as Matty and his goons were snickering.

Matt and Buzz pushed Finney back again when he tried to grab the letter and he fell backwards and onto the ground.

Matty snickered and put on a high pitched, girly voice to mock Finney. "Dear Y/n, I'm writing this letter to tell you something thats been weighing me down for a long time! I've had a bit of a crush on you ever since 5th grade, but I've always been to shy to say anything." Matty looked around at the crowd that was forming, and Finney felt his chest get heavy as more tears spilled. He was practically frozen in fear as he looked around at the faces looking at him, mocking him and laughing at him. "Oh man, Finney! This is rich!

"You are so beautiful! The way your eyes sparkle, and the sun shines down on your skin. I always love hearing you cheering for me during my baseball games. If you want, maybe we could hang out soon. As a date. Sincerely, Finney Blake." Matty laughed loudly, and it felt like the room was closing in on him. Finney immediately stood up, breaths coming out in panicked huffed as he grabbed his bag, pushing people aside and running away from the crowd. He didn't care about where he would end up, he just had to get away from everyone. He had to get away from the prying eyes, and the laughs, and everyone laughing at him, for what? Having feelings for you?

He had never felt more embarrassed or pathetic then now, as he sat with his knees pulled against his chest, back leaning against the scratchy brick wall. The back of the school seemed to be his safe space, ever since the bullies found him hiding in the bathroom stalls, he had to find a new hiding space, and this is where he found himself. The gravel beneath him was uncomfortable, but that was the least of his concerns.

Tears spilled down his cheeks, making little wet spots on his jeans. He heard crunching of gravel and looked up to find you slowly approaching him, his tattered up letter held delicately in your hand. Finney quickly wiped the salty drops that welled at the corners of his eyes, trying to pretend like he wasn't just crying, although it was very obvious to anyone with eyes.

"H-hey, Y/n. D-did you n-need something?" Finney murmured, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Finney..." you sighed and quickly plopped down next to him, staring into his eyes with a remorseful expression sprawled across your face. "Are you okay?" You frowned as Finney nodded, plastering a smile across his lips. You handed him the note, and Finney immediately cringed. "This was a really sweet note, Finney."

Finney sighed and took the note,nervously fidgeting as he looked away from you. "I-uhm, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you in person, but I ended up chickening out. So I wrote this and I was just gonna put it in your locker. But then Matty-"

"I know what happened. I saw it. I don't think Matty or his goons will be messing with you anytime soon." You chuckled and held up your fist, which was bruised and irritated, and bleeding a little bit, the remnants of a fight. "I wish I just could've read it, instead of you having to be embarrassed like that-"

"I get it if you don't like me back! I m-mean, I'm just kind of a loser, a-and kind of a nerd. A-and you're just s-so perfect! S-so if you don't return the feelings, I get i-it." Finney sighed, his smile slowly fading into a frown as he stared down at his shoes.

Suddenly, he felt your thumb run across his cheek as you wiped a tear off of his face, and his face warmed up, a red blush accumulating across his cheeks as you gently cupped his face. "I really really like you, Finney. I would love to go on a date with you sometime." You smiled and turned his face to look at you. He had a shocked expression on his face, and you leaned in, gently placing a swift kiss on his lips.

His heart was racing, and for a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming. He just couldn't fathom that in any real world scenario that you liked him, and that you just kissed him. But here he was, staring into your eyes, a warm smile spread across your perfect face, and he knew that somehow, this was real. That somehow, by the mercy of whatever God was up there, you reciprocated his feelings, and Finney could not have been happier.

[astroluvr]

Tired

summary: jack has been working hard without giving himself a break, so when he comes home, you help him work through it.

a/n: i'm doing my best to get out of a writing slump (and thank y'all for being patient and understanding, i appreciate it), so i'm getting back to my roots- short, sweet, and mediocre, but i still hope u enjoy!! hopefully, i can get into a better groove and write something better, but in the mean time... this is all i got lol!

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Jack was tired.  

Truthfully, he was exhausted and he could feel it in every capacity. He was tired of his nagging headaches from the moment he woke up to the moment he laid down, he was tired of hearing the airplane safety speech every other day, he was even growing tired of trying to perfect the same beat for days on end while he was being fitted for this or that. He was just tired, in a way that a nap or long slumber couldn’t fix. He was tired and needed to rest- and the only remedy was you.  

When Jack came into your shared home, he could see the blue light from the living room with your feet propped on the couch. Your giggle sounded from the dark room and he trudged closer to you, feeling an almost magnetic pull to you. Even his wedding band seemed to tighten around his thick finger. 

“Baby?” Jack asked, as if you weren’t right there, underneath your favorite weighted blanket and a much-too-big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch balanced on your healthy, swollen stomach.  

There were bags under your eyes- much less than his own, but they were filled with love and surprise as he entered the room, toeing off his New Balances between a few steps. A grin broke out against your face, as you set the bowl down on your coffee table and waddled towards him in one of his old shirts that strained against your stomach and gave him the perfect view of your stretch marks.  

“Hi, baby!” you giggled, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips repeatedly. The small flakes of cinnamon finding a place on his pink lips. “Hi, I missed you. I didn’t think you were getting home until tomorrow afternoon. I was supposed to pick you up and everything.”  

“I took the earliest flight they had. I didn’t want to be there any longer.” he rasped, hugging you close. You frowned at the way he spoke, but the attention you were about to give it was cut short by a few thumps against your stomach and nearly breaking down at the feeling of your baby’s feet against his lower stomach.  

“There she is.” you smiled, splaying your hands against the sides of your stomach proudly.  

Jack mustered up the energy to squat down- like he always did, and lift up your shirt to press firm kisses onto the skin. Your hand found home in the messy curls on his head and you massaged at his scalp gently while he cooed.  

“Missed your daddy, huh?” his voice was usually cocky from being an expectant father, but tonight it was more solemn and slow. “Yeah, he missed you, too. Missed you so fuckin’ much, baby girl.”  

Your heart pattered and your grip in his hair tightened as you urged to pull him away, but he only wrapped his arms around your lower back and pressed his forehead against your bump. “Jack?”  

“How’d the ultrasound go? The entire appointment, tell me.” he sniffled, purposely hiding his face even though you could feel his tears running down your skin.  

“Um, it was good. She’s just a little over the average weight, so she’s very healthy. Next time I go, they’ll do the 3D ultrasound. I’m so excited. Do you think we’ll be able to tell which one of us she’ll look like more?”  

You tried to offer a cheerful subject change. Any time the two of you discussed your baby, it almost always turned into a playful debate about who she would look more like. Of course, it always boiled down to a sickeningly sweet series of compliments about what you both hoped she inherited from the other. Jack was firm in his stance that she would look more like him, and if it wasn’t for your pride, you would admit that you did, too.  

Jack didn’t give in, though, he just kissed your stomach and looked up at you with his watery blue eyes. “And what about you? Did they say anything?”  

“Nope, I’m healthy. Except for the fact that I’ve been worrying about how she’s going to come out of me. It was much easier to get her in.” you laughed softly at your own joke, but Jack didn’t budge as he took a deep breath and looked down at your stomach again. 

You knew your husband like the back of your hand, so you knew that during times like this, he needed time to get used to his emotions. He needed to feel everything in its capacity before he could let it go, and no matter how hard- or sometimes frustrating, it was for you to wait those days or weeks for him to give in, you knew you had to. There was nothing more you could offer him than the quick swipe under his eyes or gentle kiss to the top of his head until he was ready.  

“Why haven’t you been getting enough sleep?”  

“What do you mean, J?” you asked, playing coy even though the evidence was all there.  

“You’re up at two in the morning eating cereal- which better not be your dinner,” he said firmly, causing your cheeks to warm when he pinched your thigh gently. “And your eyes are dark. I can tell you’re tired.”  

“I can tell you’re tired, too. Much more than I am.” you rebuttaled as your husband stood up and towered over you. His body was slightly leaning into yours with his hands steadying to your stomach.  

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one carrying our child.” he responded, his face growing stern. “And I know this isn’t the first or second time it’s happened.”  

“I just haven’t been able to sleep very well. I’m seven months pregnant, I’m huge.”  

“You never had trouble adjusting before, so why now? Last time I was home, you were just as big and sleeping perfectly fine. What’s the problem now?” he pushed, and you sighed.  

You could sugarcoat it, but that would only make it worse. Or you could lie, but there was no good outcome for you, given that Jack hated when you lied about your wellbeing. You didn’t have any way to effectively weasle your way out of the tension-filled conversation, so with soft eyes meeting Jack’s, you shrugged.  

“I just can’t sleep without you.” you murmured, and watched Jack’s face drop in a way that made your heart break.  

He had already felt so much guilt the past few months with your pregnancy, no matter how many times you told him that you were going to make do. There was so much Jack had pushed together to make sure he could be the best possible father when your daughter was born.  

“It’s not anything to do with your schedule lately, I’ve always just been attached to you, J. We both know that. I just miss you when you’re not here.” you explained gently, feeling overwhelmed by the sad look in his eyes. “Jack?”  

Without saying another word, Jack just shut his eyes and let his chest cave before he broke down into sobs. Almost instinctually, you were wrapping your arms around him and pulling him to the couch. You hated the way he sounded, the way his body trembled against yours, and the way he clutched the shirt you wore. You rocked him gently and pursed your lips to contain your emotions.  

“I’m sorry.” he cried, pulling away from your neck and shaking his head. “I’m not here enough, I-I don’t do enough, I’m sorry.”  

“Stop that, Jack.” you murmured firmly, wiping his face free of tears. “Don’t beat yourself up.”  

“You can’t sleep because I’m never home!” he exclaimed, tears brimming over his eyes. “Fuck, I’m something to everybody and I don’t even care about that shit- I just want to be enough for you. And for her. That's it.” he choked out, and you were sure that you were starting to cry yourself. “I don’t even care about anyone else except you and our family, baby, but I still owe everyone something.”  

Hearing Jack talk about himself in such a way genuinely hurt you. You could only imagine how long these thoughts had been troubling him.  

“Jack, you’re enough already. You’re more than enough.” you tried, and he sniffled before wiping his eyes on your shoulder. “But you’re also one person.”  

You kissed his nose when he finally looked at you, narrowing your eyes at him to push your point. “I don’t want to lose you.”  

“You couldn’t ever lose me, so don’t even start to worry about that.” you pulled his face back and gripped his face. “What would make you say something like that, J?”  

“I’m never home. You treat me being in another country for three days like it’s a normal workday. Every night I’ve come home late, you’re knocked out on the couch, and fuck, I missed my baby girl’s ultrasound. You deserve better than this.”  

“I can’t get better than you, Jack. I know you’re having a really tough time believing that right now, but I genuinely can’t.”  

“Maybe before, b-but now, with all the touring and the press.” you heard the strain of his voice as he continued to list out.  

“Jack, how many times have I told you that you’re the first man I’ve ever loved? And not because you’re my husband or I know you’d flip the second you realized that there was anyone before you-” you stopped to smile at Jack’s soft laugh and the kiss he left on the hand that he was holding. “I say that, because I mean it. Because you’re funny and talented and driven and I’ve never met anyone like you, so how could I love anyone like you? Ever since I met you, I have laughed and smiled, and been so, so happy. I love you.”  

Jack wiped a tear from his eye and shook his head before coaxing you to straddle his lap and face him. Your stomach left a gap between you, but Jack only looked at it lovingly as he rubbed his hands against your warm skin. 

“I love you, too. I-I just can’t stop thinking about how much I’m missing. I feel guilty.”  

“You need a break, Jack.” you said, pressing your forehead to his as he let go of a deep breath. 

“I can’t right now. There’s so much to do and if I don’t do it now, it’s just going to come back later.”  

“It doesn’t have to be a long one. You just need some time, baby.”  

“I want to.” he admitted, and you knew it took a lot out of him to say so. “I’ll make some calls tomorrow. See if I can take a couple of weeks off before she’s born.”  

“If you need me to, I’ll do it.” you offered, and a grateful smile graced his face.  

“Thank you, Y/N. And I mean for everything.” he pulled you impossibly closer and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “For being there, putting up with me and my shit even when it’s the last thing you should have to worry about.”  

“I know the man I married, and I love him for all that he is.” you reassured, pecking him softly and Jack blushed.  

There was a moment of silence where you bathed in each other’s presence, your hearts beating in sync with the other’s as you melted into the couch. Before you could even give Jack the kiss you were both yearning for, the scent of your soggy cereal caught your nose and you couldn’t help but give in. Jack laughed and shook his head as you rolled off of his lap and grabbed the bowl.  

You crossed your legs and raised the bowl to pat your lap invitingly. Jack took you up on it without a beat of hesitance and kissed your stomach as he looked up at you lovingly. “You aren’t going to be allowed to have dinner at one in the morning when I’m home- especially not if you’re eating cereal.”  

“Take that up with your daughter.” you talked around a mouthful of cereal and rubbed your stomach. “Not my fault.”  

“Mmhmm.” he lifted up half-way before his tired body gave out.  

“Ready for bed?” you asked him softly and he shook his head before cuddling into you. “You’re exhausted.”  

“I’m just going to sleep right here. We’re going to stay here.”  

“Whatever you want, J.” you said as you leaned over to kiss his temple and rake through his tangled curls.  

[musekicker]

(Warning for multiple prompts today lol. Always feel free to skip any ideas too)

Prompt for srmthfg: one of the monkey kids birthdays?

I'll have to write a actual birthday party fic for some of the kids. But here's a Eclipse birthday related drabble.

Today was Eclipse's birthday. Eclipse made this known at the breakfast table. The other kids were already a bit annoyed with Eclipse. There was no real complaints though up until the moment with the cereal box prize.

A new box of cereal had ended up opened. Which meant a new cereal prize was available. The rule of not opening cereal boxes until the last one was finished, not even to get the prizes in the other boxes sooner, was a well enforced rule. As was the rule of taking turns on who got the prize. For this box it was Blaze's turn. And he was about to pick up the prize. But then Eclipse made a grab for the cereal prize. Being closer to where the prize had fell out of the box he succeeded.

"Hey! It's my turn for the cereal prize." Blaze said.

"It's my birthday. I make all the rules." Eclipse said. "King for the day."

"Not how birthdays work." Cooper added in.

Eclipse was not listening to Cooper. Rather he pulled the prize closer to himself.

Mira, who had long since opted out of getting the prize from the cereal boxes was watching the interaction. All while crunching down on the sweetest cereal they had in the pantry.

As the oldest of the kid group, Mira often times was the one to help make sure small squabbles did not get out of control. As they often did with Cooper and Blaze. This time she was more worried about the growing possibility of there being a squabble between Eclipse and Blaze.

"I didn't vote for you." Blaze snapped.

Cooper opened his mouth to say something. For sure about the fact that you didn't vote for kings. He decided against it and closed his mouth.

Eclipse meanwhile still had the prize in his hand. Blaze scowled deeper before slamming his palms on the table.

"I say we revolt." Blaze told the other kids.

"Your reign is falling into anarchy already, Eclipse." Mira noted.

Eclipse frowned.

"You can't revolt!" Eclipse cried.

"Of course I can. And I bet no one else here is on your side." Blaze said.

"I'm on his side." Quasar said.

Blaze glared at his brother.

"Why are you on his side? You're my brother!" Blaze cried.

"Free agent. I do what I want." Quasar said.

Blaze scowled. Eclipse was grinning now. Things were going more his way after all.

"I know Cygnus is on my side." Eclipse said.

"Welll-" Cygnus said, fingers drumming softly on the table edge.

Eclipse gasped.

"Betrayal!" he cried.

"Hah!" Blaze said. "Revolt time!"

Before the situation could spiral out of control, Sprx entered the kitchen. Clearly he had heard at least a bit of the conversation considering what he said as soon as he got into the kitchen.

"No revolts. Those get messy and no one wants to make a deep clean on the kitchen." Sprx said.

Blaze and Eclipse were still glaring at each other. And though the very short lived call of revolt seemed to be called off, Eclipse still had the prize.

"And oh, because of the last birthday we had, I want to make it clear that no one can order people to fight for your amusement." Sprx added in.

"I only did that once and now it's become a rule for everyone." Quasar grumbled.

"Kiddo." Sprx said to his middle child. "You started a lot of rules."

Quasar thought about it and grinned a bit.

"Guess I'm ahead of my time." Quasar said.

Sprx, despite his sighing, was not surprised on Quasar's take on this news.

"Not the lesson you should be taking from that." Sprx said.

As Sprx was moving to the cupboard to get his own quick breakfast, Eclipse poked Blaze in the arm.

"Here. I'm getting presents today. And it IS your turn I guess." Eclipse said.

Blaze blinked in surprise at the sudden turn. Soon that surprised look morphed into a smile and he took the offered prize.

Not long after breakfast Sprx brought the kids out into the city for a outing. Though clearly this was a outing to get Eclipse out of the robot so that the birthday party could be set up, the other kids joined into the outing. One parent keeping a eye on a group of six kids as a challenge but one Sprx was taking on.

The plan was to head over to the arcade. A good place that would keep all the kids busy for hours. Once they arrived no one was surprised when Eclipse made a beeline for the toy capsule machines.

Capsule toys were a interest of Eclipse's after all. He had a sizeable collection of them at the robot. And normally he would try to get at least one different toy from each of the toy sets that were put into the machines. However as of late Eclipse was set on one of the toys in this set of capsule toys in particular. This was because this set was for a show that Eclipse was a big fan of.

He had all of the set except one. This character in show was also the one that had the most dramatic story line. And because of that they were Eclipse's favorite character.

By this point Eclipse had a army of the figures of the shows cute mascot character. Mira had taken one of those figures off of Eclipse's hands. The others doubles figures fates were for either to replace lost game token pieces or to get lost somewhere in the robot and for someone to accidentally step onto.

Today Eclipse was sure his luck would shift.

"Okay capsule machine." Eclipse told the machine. "Today's the day. It's my birthday and I demand you give me the toy I've been trying to get for months."

"I don't think capsule machines react to orders." Cooper commented.

Eclipse grumbled at that comment. He kept his glare on the capsule machine though.

"I could use some shape shifting and-" Mira said.

"Nope! No shape shifting to get the toy." Sprx said quickly. "Remember when you shape shifted your way into one of those claw machines? We ALL nearly got banned."

Mira frowned a little as she thought back to that moment.

"Yeah well, those machines are a joke. I had the claw on that plush. Then it dropped right before it reached the prize slot." Mira said.

Sprx didn't disagree with that point. Claw machines had cheated him out of money more then once too. But he kept that opinion to himself right now in case Mira decided that she would still would try to use her shape shifting powers for the gain of a specific toy.

 "You actually may be able to get that toy if we're lucky." Cooper said.

Cooper reached into the satchel he had brought along for their outing. After a bit of rummaging Cooper pulled out a plastic baggie filled with coins. All quarters it seemed like.

"We know that you've been trying to so hard to get that one toy." Blaze said.

"So we all saved up." Cygnus added in.

Eclipse stared at the bag of quarters for a moment.

"That's a lot of quarters." Eclipse said.

"We've been saving for awhile." Mira said.

Armed with so many quarter it still took at least about a half hour and about fifteen dollars worth of capsule toys to finally get the toy that Eclipse had been wanting for so long. The whole group had cheered the moment that Eclipse had opened the capsule and there it was.

There was still time before they had to get back and they had enough money left over for everyone to get a small, frozen treat on their way back to the robot. And after that, time to go back to the robot for Eclipse's birthday party.

The party itself was as nice as the day out itself. With gifts included.

[eldritch-spouse]

Heya, hope u have nice, sunny day here👋

Should I say I'm blessed that I found ur blog? Prob yes cuz thanks to you, i got out of my artblock hole first time in three years 🛐 God is a woman truly, in Pinnie I trust- No jokes, thanks dearly. Let me throw some quick messy sketch on idea I got after crunching on some good stuff at your blog and by this morally prepare myself to throw some little drawings of ur ocs later lmao

Some visuals: https://ibb.co/album/LrrXvv

Looks like here's a strange new visitor, huh...

Meet Double Trouble!

First impression.

It's hard to tell that here's a monster in front of you – after all, "main" body looks 100% human! Ah, yes, for sure, Eve is true femme fatale with this charming looks of hers. It's no surprise she steals attention easily with this seductive eyes and lovely lips- And what about her long, luxurious hair? Perfection as it is!

Ah, but she looks kind of sick, you know? And it's not even about her deadly pale skin- Sometimes it seems like she's talking- even arguing with herself- And her hair moves strangely even without any wind from times to times. Sometimes she can even puke out very strange things... Hmm, have you ever seen her eating them, actually? Or just eating at all?

Of course, pretty ladies never walk alone – and in case of Eve, her guardian dog is glued to her... Well. Quite literally. Grghaath never delays his early introduction, opening his massive jaw on the back of her head just to slip in some comment every time he hears something intriguing without thinking twice. Or, for example, when he can sense some food nearby- And, well, with amounts he's consuming, here's no surprise Eve doesn't have to bother herself...

How he decide "what is food" is a different story tho. Pft, what a brute.

"I'm hungry, so hungry... Eve? Eve? Look, this thing looks delicious..."

"... Please, don't take him seriously, he is definitely not a brains in our duo."

What are they?

Joke of nature Very strange case of symbiosis between human and... Well, something non-human. Roughly speaking, they're closer to changeling in the matter of literally turning inside out if they feel the need to swap. For the most of the time, Grghaath hides inside Eve, letting her communicate with outside world; in cases of danger, they change, since in terms of raw power Grghaath is a clear winner. It's needless to say that their harmony and teamwork are impressive – no-no, what is truly shocking, that even after years of being in such unique alliance, sharing thoughts, etc., both of them saved their original personalities and clear lol minds. For now, they are like roommates, but with different sides of body... Bodymates? Side neighbours?? Inside-outsties??? 🤔🤔🤔

Grghaath looks like giant, constantly wriggling and moving mass of flesh with a lot of mouths full of sharp teeth (prob will remake it lol). Eye on his body belongs to Eve.

Eve looks like human mostly, no special features aside from long "scar" on her back and big mouth at the back of her head.

Both can use tendrils(?) masked as hair; both can talk with eachother in thoughts if needed, share senses/thoughts/memories/etc. Eve become much stronger after their fusion, Grghaath gained higher intelligence for those of his kind and brighter emotions.

Quick description.

Eve: maneater😏

Grghaath: maneater😧

Eve, as been said before, brains and beauty, face of the pair and the main reason both of them haven't gone insane honestly – mostly because of her incredible self-control. She has realistic outlook on life and strong personality, and she was already mature enough at the moment of fusion- This is why she successfully asserted dominance over her at that time new neighbor in a shortest time possible. Not a mothering type, but "cool elder sister with knowledge behind her back" type – smart and reliable one, doesn't afraid to take responsibility for her actions. Can be overly pushy and even suffocating tho-

Grghaath, well... He's not a baddest neighbour for sure. If you will ignore his bad eating habits, he's pretty chill dude! Can and will talk with people around him about some silly random shit. Usually mistaken for the some type of parasyte, which makes him so offended........ And leads to funny and emotional protests. Scarily fast learner! Will laugh it off if someone points it out. Very good hunter, adapts to every condition so quickly– well, yes... He doesn't like to get scolded if he gets catched for eating some lame loser. It's a need to be smart and fast enough. Still too animalistic to clean up his meals perfectly, so he still gets scolded :(

What's their motivation?

Grghaath wants to find truth. Both of them has no information about what in the goddamn world fused them nor who they were before their meeting, all their memories are foggy. Must say, it's not a "i want to get rid of her" thing, mostly just interest.

Eve doesn't have any strict plans for life, she goes where wind blows. For now she tries to find someone like them- well, like Grghaath. She knows that he feels lonely. Sometimes she wonders if it's better for them to be separated, so he can live normal live for his kind.

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Phew, this was exhausting- Anyways 😔🙏 hope it wasn't too bore for you lmao. Maybe I will polish this idea later. Only best wishes, I will come back with some sketches again soon-

Oooooooo-wow, that is a giant wall of text. Your general writing style reminds me of someone too. Hm 🤔.

I don't really know if this oc is connected to anything regarding my narratives or you just decided to show me them? In which case thank you, but I would really suggest you post this on your account because it's likely to get swallowed in a cluster of other asks here. And you deserve visibility, honestly.

I'm glad I broke that 3 year artblock that's one Hell of a fucking badge to wear! 💪👀

[firespirited]

Overdid it on Saturday so chose to take Sunday off but the bowels have locked up as they do when too many spoons get used so today's going to be a truncated slow day too.

I had a brief moment of clarity in the middle of the night and was able to write a To Do list that includes more broken down To Do lists. Stuff that had been overwhelming became a messy but clear-ish path.

The past two weeks I've been repairing, destaining (or frogging) one or two found items of clothing per day to give back to charity. The red cross donation bin was broken again and all the clothes left beside the container to rot in the rain got tossed. I saved a few yarn items from the rain soaked pile then a leather jacket for helper C and a denim handbag for roommate M from the bins. Thankfully they've replaced the container for a working one (with all mentions of the county next door blacked out with tape LOL). I haven't got photos of most. It's harder to find the space and remember to photograph large things.

The kids' hoodie is from Peru and just needed a couple of seams redoing with yarn and a stain covering with a decorative X stitch.

This guy was from the same batch as Furby Domo. The motor mechanism was broken so he blared "you make me want to shout" while making crunching clunking sounds like his neck was broken (I mean it was).

I removed all the electronics, sewed him back up (ladder stitch is your friend for plushies) and put him through the wash as he's high quality fur and fabric, super soft and huggable.

The electric trimmer was on its last legs wrt its tiny motor so I used it to shave the bobbles off two beloved jumpers I've been saving then used the rechargeable NiMH battery to fix a solar LED garden light whose battery had corroded. It's currently serving as the nightlight in the sitting room but we're considering getting some (and water proofing the batteries with hot glue) for the front of the building, the grannies have been having trouble with the steep driveway, if there were lights it might help a little bit, we're still fighting to get that railing installed and a wheelchair ramp... It's a start.

This is our new neighbour and now friend. He seemed curious so I stood still and got Talia very calm and we just stayed against the wall chatting to him for 15 minutes while he slowly circled. He was very friendly and affectionate with me but a little confused about the creature that is not a cat but cat sized, definitely not as big as the dog that lives at his house. They ended up playing chase and orange boi only used a closed paw to gently tap and we've met three times now (unsure as there are two of them, identical in age and very similar patterns) so I think we're good.

[nothorses]

honestly I really appreciate you sticking out there for public education, and while you're focused on k-12, I see a lot of negativity towards college in the disabled community and it really disheartens me my own dad works in a public uni, and he's constantly crunching numbers to make sure student support knows where to focus their resources. he and his colleagues care so MUCH about making sure students succeed and that they have everything they need to

I myself had a very meandering and haphazard path to my degree but just graduated cum laude in my bachelor's program and am working on a master's. I also have severe, unmedicatable ADHD. and while I've had some really bad experiences with professors, I also wouldn't have gotten here without the support and understanding of my profs and the support of the school. the fact that I've been able to secure that kind of support is something I'm deeply grateful for and something I KNOW doesn't happen everywhere. I don't want to invalidate anyone's experiences with college. but ultimately schools, like every other organization, are made of people. and that means they're messy and imperfect and if you've got institutional resistance to things it can be really hard to budge.

but ultimately painting those institutions as irredeemable completely ignores the work of people who are working really hard to make them better. folks like my dad and his colleagues. folks like you. folks like the overworked and underfunded disability services folks I met at the community college I got my associate's at who were still trying to do their best to help me out despite everything. every teacher who gave me a bit of grace in a time I was falling apart thanks to [waves hands at world events]. there's a lot of people out there who care more than anything about trying to expand access to education and make sure people succeed, and if people really want to make things better, they need to draw attention to that work instead of talking about how colleges just hate disabled folks.

no matter where you are, or who you are, you have more allies than you think you do.

anyway idk I just wanted to say that I absolutely appreciate how insightful you are and your presence on my dash makes my day

When I was starting research for my current project, I found, like, truly a MOUNTAIN of research into how to better support disabled students- particularly undiagnosed- at a college level. (K-12 is not as much of a focus, but that's kinda the point for me. lol)

Like, my undergrad university also had "wheelchair accessibility" that required wheelchair users to roll through the fucking admin cubicles on the 4th floor to get to the counseling center. It sucked. And there were people at that school actively fighting (and succeeding!) to improve that shit- particularly within student organizations- and their work is meaningful and important.

Point being that you are so right and I have seen it too, and it's so fucking important.

[exghul]

GRATUIOUSLY DETAILED DISLIKES.

muse name.   damian al ghūl wayne.

least favorite nickname.   anything that is a shortening of his name such as dami or ian. especially ian. no one likes ian, dami doesn't like ian. dami is more tolerated than ian. dami is accepted only by siblings.

least favorite season.   the winter. damian spent a great amount of his early childhood in the heat. given his small frame, he's not super fond of being cold in general: gotham winter is particularly cold.

least favorite  –––  hot or cold?   cold, for all reasons above + these.

least favorite holiday.   western holidays, the louder the less he likes them. if the holiday is shorter than a full week, damian probably won't be there for it.

least favorite food.   fast foods. despite eating a lot of it now that he lives in gotham, anything prepared directly from a freezer will get a nose turned up at it (but depending on how hungry he is, dami will eventually eat it).

least favorite flavor.   anything considered unsavory or bland. foods without a specific flavor will be the quickest to be tossed in the trash.

least favorite drink.   coffee, actually. dami is a tea extremist to the point of drinking leaf water more than plain water.

least favorite scent.   any smell that resembles an office space. cheap air fresheners, strong perfumes, paper reams, cheap coffee, any of it.

least favorite sound.   crunching sounds. anything from the snap of a twig or a cracker to actual bone snapping. unexpected crunching sounds specifically: if he knows it is coming, he'll just look away. if he doesn't, he might cringe physically a bit. if he creates the sounds himself, the most he might do is grimace. any of those sounds remind him of the absolute worst moments for him: his spine snapping and his actual death.

least favorite tv shows.   dami isn't a tv watcher overall. at any point where he must be in front of a tv, he tolerates action shows the absolute least and will loudly complain about the lack of realism.

least favorite area of school.   dami is very vocal about how school is unnecessary for him as talia flew in the best tutors throughout his childhood to teach him about the world and how it works. any class with a focus on a stem subject, dami will quickly grow frustrated as he believes that his education and knowledge is wider than any middle-school to high-school teacher can offer.

least favorite aspect of their job.   as a minor with the only ' job ' of vigilante, his least favorite part is finishing the night and having to introduce a balance of a ' personal life ' as again, he deems it unnecessary. justice doesn't have a social life, you know.

least favorite trait in others.   liars. white lies that seem harmless especially get under his skin. lying about minor details for no real benefit is annoying and frustrating, he will get angry.

least favorite place.   anything to do with batman inc. (i havent re-written that part of his canon yet, its in a no-fly zone rn - we'll talk abt it eventually lmao)

least favorite thing to talk about.   his own failures.

least favorite thing about themselves.   failure lol. after his revival for a short period of time, dami was bulletproof and could fly. after the chaos shards short term effects wore off, these faded. he has been chasing that power high ever since: he would not fail today if he were still bulletproof, obviously.

least favorite daily chore.   batcave cleanup duty. it gets messy. alfred isn't a roomba. the kids have to be able to clean up after themselves. hosing down the batmobile sucks. dami sticks to that.

least favorite type of clothing.   loosely fitted clothes. sleeves that cling tight against his arms, compression socks, anything that really holds on is where he feels the most comfortable. if a breeze can move his innermost layer of clothes, it makes him uncomfortable.

least favorite superpower.   a tossup between super-strength and tactile telekinesis. anything a superboy can do that he can't: he hates.

least favorite thing about falling in love.   the act itself. dami feels barely a sliver of romantic feeling toward anyone at all (currently the headcount is: mar'i grayson, ..., .... verse dependent: flatline, jonathan kent) so it's not one that he cares to linger on or delve into.

least favorite thing about death.   that no matter what he does, it never stops. no matter how good he tries to be, death is always in step with him and waits for any chance to take and never give back.

tagged by @banschivs ♥ tagging @starignite, @thirt13n, @qynzel, @yrghostie, @dcmonshcad, @batcowmaster + anyone who hasn't done it yet! ♥

[dominicsorel]

Wanna redo my old Bleach autism post as it’s pretty much gone anyways due to my remaking and I’m older but I’d like to do it with multiple characters this time. HOWEVER, I’m already so far into my reread I’ll go fucking insane if I do it right away as I’d have to GO BACK and reread again. Anyways, the focus was gonna be Ichigo, Orihime, Chad, Kisuke, Byakuya, Mashiro, Kensei, and Riruka. I tried to branch it out a bit so there’s main characters and then random ones but a few more is fine. I have more headcanons than this I just don’t wanna overdo it by including TOO many characters. This could be a fun project if I do it with someone else that feels the same way! Maybe get a person per character? Ichigo will be...a LOT, I’m sure. I don’t wanna forget that I wanna do this so I’m typing this out. I am VERY focused on Digimon right now and my one track mind shows but I do actually intend to do this. It won’t be an edit or anything like that. A long post more like? I can talk a lot but I’m not writer, y’know? But feedback and advice will be something I’ll take from my fellow autistic Bleach fans, naturally! Please look forward to it! And if anyone wants to join in on this, hmu!

Under the read more are some messy notes I made to get an idea...

hyper empathy (blood left over from hollow attack in the special ch n orihime healing menoly, crying for ichigo and riruka and the shinigami hurt by mayuri)

ichigo calls teachers instructors/doesnt use special titles/ says ojisan and toshiro and byakuya

ichigo that time he wondered if the water would heal a cut in his mouth (hypersensitive) also him crunching on ice was stimmy imo

ichigo prefers wearing tight clothes / orihime likes comfy clothes / kazui loves his hoodie!!!

fusiform face area: - ichigo w/ urahara / tatsuki talks abt this too / yumichika / a lot of other ppl including arrancars / idt he ever even met szayel but new oneshot he says wtf is this lmao

cognitive rigidity - ichigo doesnt like fighting unfair n believes firmly in an eye for an eye, byakuya also has this big time

taking things literally oof

kenpachi w a special interest in fighting...perhaps we add him

impulsivity - orihime jumping out windows, ichigo jumping over a fence or wtr bc he thought grandfisher was a person in trouble, kazui hopping out windows (im sorry for the window fixation its just so funny 2 me)

one track mind - ichigo planning to wait all night for ganju to return so they can fight forgetting that hes there to help rukia not double die

overstimulation

not getting social cues right / bad in social situations...self explanatory

routines, lack of eye contact, self isolates

ichigo avoids eye contact w orihime sometimes n its kinda cute hes shy...i noticed he does it a bit more during tybw w hime n i guess its cause hes aware of his feelings or smth at this pt??? not to make things abt romance but i did lfsdjakdjlkdsds he avoids eye contact w other ppl too i promise i just wanted to talk abt this bc its adorable

uneven cognitive profiles - oh big time but with what mister “black swallowtail butterfly” that thinks cutting a hollow into slices like pancakes...adopting u

uh. food stuff. TEXTURE

orihime not realizing her leg hurts much worse than her arm, chad in gen, ichigo going ‘im fine’ with blood pouring down his head

selective mutism and the variations. we know chad doesnt talk much. at all

orihime stress infodumps to ichigo (v cute) n so does mashiro n proceeds to overstimulate kensei in return lol

lots of stimming o: lots of...attention to ppl doing these things kubo...hm!

a lot of interactions simply feel like theyre between two autistic ppl who just. get each other n i like that (ichigo reassuring orihime its not a bad thing to be teh way she is - i think chad reassured ichigo that arc too! as an autie i tear up a lil)

wandering makes me think of hime wandering away from tatsuki after seeing the fireflies or dragonflies(?) / ichigo wandering away from home upon reaching there in tybw myb and him wandering alone by himself without direction at other times also...autism grief is real

scripting (KISUKE the night before becoming captain, v hime of him...what was up w/ that i’m rlly starting to believe he’s the yuzu to kukaku’s karin)

comfort items - hairpins and sub shinigami badge

not knowing their own strength pm? like ichigo using too much power during the invasion of ss n orihime having to tell him that w him responding w sorry D-:

hot heads r us

ichigo has shut downs where only ppl who know him well enough notice imo ive always looked at shutting down as not just smth that happens in one place but smth that u can carry w you all day bc thats just how it was for me going to school as a kid myb its called smth else but id block it all out so i could get thru the day after shutting down n ichigo on the day before his moms death anni felt familiar to me n i rlly like that hime notices hes tense ofc u can write this off as “just depression” but...autistic ppl can be depressed sigh -_-

baby shutdown

orihime def has meltdowns n shut down moments like so reasonably i get if ppl think “anyone would react that way” but its her whos reacting and she is autistic so...yeah haha

miss zone out ok thats all my notes for now later

[golbrocklovely]

You’d figure if he really had the answer to great editing that they would be winning editing and cinematography awards but they’re not. They’re always nominated for simply being a duo. They have single camera usage with low quality sound because you can never hear when they type “listen”, weird unfinished cuts, grainy imagery at times, no drone footage, reused stock footage, loud score music, over the top jump scares, rushed scenes that seem misplaced. Nowhere in that will he get nominates for any award at any film festival. And for someone who claims to love editing because he has many times on snap, xplrclub, twitter, he sure struggles with it a lot almost as if he DOESNT know what hes doing. I like their content but his insistence in micromanaging aggravates me and reminds me of Shmelton Shmastee.

If he wants it to be an apprenticeship like you said, make that into a xplrclub contest win, get an exclusive one on one class on editing with Sam Golbach. Doing this to already professionals is such a slap in the face. And we thought the notes he showed on his snap story last time were bad but 20pgs!!! The apprentice caption worried me because usually apprenticeships aren’t paid or paid after a certain amount of hours. They’ve never said how much it pays, if its remote, if they provide benefits, if this is entry level or advanced yet he’s already dictating their work? Other creators do list everything out there, i’ve seen postings for some streamers and even youtubers on industry websites.

He better not try to sale this as another money grab because i see people in the fandom always convincing them to film and sale everything they touch and i can very easily see his ego get inflated by this.

something that i have always noticed, especially when snc are in a time crunch, is that's when they try to pull out all the stops and do something new with their editing. and it now makes so much more sense to me when i realize that all of the weird edits usually boil down to sam and his…. ideas lol

that's not to say that colby is some fantastic editor. god knows he has his fuck ups too.

either way, i think the thing that pisses me off most about all of this is just that both of their parts are crucial to the editing process, but sam is the one that bitches about it the most and makes it seem as if he is doing all of it at once. like his part is complicated, i have no doubt it is, but clearly if he is constantly running into the issue that a) he can't train someone to do what he does or b) it is taking so long to find an editor…. maybe the issue is him, and not the crazy genius work he is doing lol

and hilariously that you mention mr. L10 bc me and @xplrvibes were saying the same thing sksksk

and while i do keep saying that at this point they should just hire a fan to edit their content, i'm only really saying that out of convenience and not bc i think it would be the best idea out there. turning it into a contest might end up badly, and also using a fan could actually become a shit show bc you would have to make sure they are trustworthy enough to not leak anything or freak out at the mere amount of interactions they would have to have with snc. also god knows this fandom would throw some form of a hissy fit about a fan winning a chance to be their editor…. it would just be messy.

however, if there was a "fan" out there that had at least some background knowledge of after effects, then that might be their best bet. it would make more sense to hire someone that knows the program but isn't really an editor since clearly sam doesn't want someone that has their own style of editing and will just copy what he does.

and they probably hide all of the details away just so they can weed out the fans that probably applied for the sake of wanting to talk to snc or whatever weird bs. realistically, it would probably be remote, possibly entry level or a bit above (depending on how much prior experience they are looking for) and little to no benefits. maybe i'm wrong tho, so don't take my word for it lol

as for his 20 pages, i would pay a solid dollar to read whatever shit he wrote out. but highkey i don't think anyone in the fandom will ever see those 20 pages unless snc plan to hire them. but please, sage samuel, tell me of the ways to edit your finest spooky videos. i must know how you do it lmaooo

[helaenatargaryens]

Winter Holidays with Geralt & Yennefer -> Day 4: pale colouring

Before we met, the days were short, and the nights were restless. But now… you’re important to me.

[onlyswan]

punisher | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: smut, strangers

→ warnings: oc likes stealing lol, exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving), use of the word slut, hairpulling, mouth fucking, penetrative sex, protected sex, overstimulation, cum eating, squirting

→ word count: 3k

summary: either i’m careless or i wanna get caught.

note: started thinking of silver jk during my insufferable class today i’m sry sue me

~*~

you dig your hands in the pockets of your hoodie as the familiar smell of the convenience store welcomes you. other times it makes you feel sick, but tonight’s the kind of night when familiar is somehow comforting. sparing a glance at the newly-hired cashier (you go here everyday without fail and this is the first time you see her), you head to farthest shelf and browse through the snacks, getting a feel on what you should get for tonight’s all-nighter.

running your hand through them, the faint sound of plastic crunching and creating friction with your fingers, you smoothly grab whatever you land on at the count of five and dig your hand back in your pocket to leave it there. you turn around to slide through the third row, doing the same thing before moving on to the next aisle.

you purse your lips together as you stare at the selections, contemplating if a bag of chips can still fit in your small treasure chest. do i take my chances? “i saw that,” your heart almost jumps out of your chest upon hearing a deep voice so close to your ear. the man beside you dumps a gigantic bag of cheetos in his basket before looking at you with an amused glint shining on his wide doe eyes. this guy, he isn’t so bad. very good looking.

but see, you don’t get nervous easily. you socialize on a daily basis to take advantage of opportunities and create connections, like incase you pass out while doing your assignment and your hardworking seatmate you’ve been charming since the first day of school takes pity on your pouting and exhausted face per se. or how you’ve been gathering dirt on your dean and professors because you love chatting it up with the librarian who shushes anyone who breathes as she tells you about who she saw together at the sauna. but don’t tell anyone i told you about this. you just giggle and playfully zip your mouth before you gather the books you checked out in your arms, waving a small goodbye to her and make mental notes as you walk through the hallways.

“you saw nothing.” you say casually, heading to the refrigerators to find something that will quench your thirst. you’ve always enjoyed the cool air harshly blowing on your face, taking too long to close the door as if you haven’t already decided what to get. he follows your footsteps, facing you as he leans on the fridge beside you with a mocking grin painted on his face where a strand of silver hair dangles. the rest of his hair is in a messy ponytail. his black shirt also sports his tattoo sleeve that’s so hard to peel your eyes away from. his big arms are also bulging. yeah, a fucking cocky good looking tattooed silver haired bastard who is physically incapable of minding his own business.

“you know the kitkat is peaking out, right?”

your eyes immediately drops to check it, and he is right. “fuck you,” you grumble as you push it deeper in your pocket. “i’m a broke college student. let me have a break.”

“a criminal record for stealing kitkat wouldn’t exactly look good on a college student.” he points out, raising his perfect eyebrows.

“who said anything about criminal records? i’m not gonna get caught.” you quickly snatch an iced tea and start to walk away but he blocks your path. you huff and roll your eyes in irritation, crossing your arms as you stare up at him. okay, very tall, too. wouldn’t mind climbing, just saying.

“i literally just caught you. you do know i can tell you off right now?”

“are you blackmailing me?” you gasp, pointing your index finger at him in accusation. his lips slightly part as he stares at you in disbelief.

“no! what i’m trying to say is-”

you smirk, training your eyes towards the counter. you cut him off. “if you rat me out, she’ll most likely lose her job for being asleep while i snatched shit off the shelf.” he follows your gaze and sees the clearly sleep deprived cashier whose face is flopped down. there’s only the two of you inside the store.

“how is that my problem? she shouldn’t have been hired in the first place if she can’t stay awake to do her job.” annoyed because you cut him off earlier, he bites on the inside of his cheek as he looks back on your unwavering presence.

“ah, you’re so tense. have some conscience. life is hard. people need to eat and sleep.” you offer him a sweet smile and advances in another attempt to leave, but he obstructs the way again.

“you’re the one being tense, babe. i’ll pay for the shit you snatched off the shelf.” he imitates your words. you inwardly grimace at the pet name and blink up to him in pretend surprise. you take out the snacks from your pocket and drop them on his basket, a ‘i-can’t-believe-this’ smile once again making a way on his face with a slight shake of his head when he sees that you took more than he initially thought. she is definitely sly.

“well, i won’t say no to that. will you buy me ramen too?” you don’t wait for an answer. two packs of ramen fall on top of his precious bag of cheetos. he watches your every move as you explore around the store, the sway of your hips and how good your ass looks in those leggings hypnotizing him. he starts to feel uncomfortable in his own pants and he secretly adjusts himself. you appear infront of him again with a pleased expression.

he clears his throat. “so, anything else you want? none of these are healthy. you know, considering you’re a college student.” he curses himself when your face brightens.

“oooh, now that you mention it yogurt also sounds nice.”

fuck, i was just supposed to buy cheetos and leave. what the hell did i get myself into? maybe i should’ve kept my mouth shut.

he peers at your smiling face, your eyes following the every move of the cashier who had a meltdown in front the two of you when she realized she’s been asleep for only god knows how long, the beeping of the barcode reader filling the devoid store. once all been’s paid for, you slide an iced coffee towards her, ignoring jungkook’s unreadable expression. he told you his name when he took out his credit card, by that way. it suits him well, you think. jungkook. it slides off real nice on your tongue. “that’s for you.”

“h-huh?” the poor young woman stutters.

“fighting!” you cheer for her before turning away to leave, a small ‘thank you’ dying in her throat as you’re dragging jungkook by the hand and the warmer air outside envelopes you once again.

“aren’t you going to thank me yet?” he can’t believe you had the audacity to give other people a drink that HE paid for, he doesn’t even know when you took the coffee, but then again you were about to steal. he shouldn’t be surprised anymore. frankly speaking, he’s more amused and a bit of lost.

“no, because i will pay you back.”

“you don’t have to. you said you’re broke.” he responds in confusion. “just say thank you.”

“it won’t cost me money, that is if you’re fine with it.” you shrug, hooking your hand over shoulder that is carrying the plastic bag. “do you want a blowjob?”

jungkook almost chokes on his own spit. “what the fuck?”

you giggle at his bewildered face. “what? you were checking me out!”

and in your own words - well, i won’t say no to that.

and that’s how jungkook ended up having his cock down your throat, your head bobbing up and down as you suck greedily on his long and thick length.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he moans out, hips jerking unconsciously to make you take more of him. you roughly pin him to the wall as you close your eyes and envelope the entirety of his cock in your mouth, challenging your gag reflex ever than before. damn, is he packing.

his hands find your hair when he felt your tongue swipe repeatedly on his balls. he chokes out a gasp, the pleasure overpowering his senses. he twitches inside your mouth as you work diligently on his shaft. the streetlamp’s faint glow shines on your seductive figure, and he’s sure it doesn’t do your beauty justice. “oh, what did you just- ah shit, you’re a fucking sin.”

he shoots up again, making you gag and your throat deliciously constrict around him. you pull away and quickly resort to jerking him off as if someone’s going to take him away from you, ducking down to ravish his balls with your tongue. his senses are heightened as his heart is pounding against his chest, the deserted dark alley you’re at oddly making this entire situation more enthralling for him. he can feel everything - your saliva soaking his cock, your small and soft hand stroking it with just the right amount of pressure that makes his head spin and knees pathetically tremble, and your mouth, giving and torturous as you lick and suck on his balls.

“holy fuck, you’re so eager for my cock, hmm?”

you moan in response, purposely making him vibrate with more pleasure. once you had your fun, your lips trail up from his base to his tip, teasingly licking on his head.

“such a good fucking slut for me.” he mutters out a praise that makes you wetter. damn it, you’re dripping through underwear, your neglected center crying out for stimulation. with hazy eyes, he angles his hips and makes you swallow him again.

your eyes widen when you feel a slight sting on your scalp, his hand gripping your hand harshly as he keeps you in place. “i’m gonna fuck your mouth. be a good girl and stay still for me, okay?” your soft and teary eyes looking up to him almost makes him come right there and then. what a goddess.

you moan around his girth and nod, holding on to his thighs for balance as he starts thrusting his hips. “oh fuck, you feel so good. so fucking filthy, offering to suck me off out in the open like this.” he picks up his pace, your jaw remains slack as you try your very best to keep up with his relentless assault. the lewd sounds makes your eyes roll back, feeling unbelievably horny from giving a goddamn blowjob. he’s so fucking hot. and rich, too.

“i’m so close. god, oh shit - you’ll swallow all of it. all of it.” he demands through gritted teeth, movements teetering as he nears the climax of his pleasure. upon hearing his desperate whines and curses, you fondle with balls to help him get closer to the edge.

“ahh, holy fucking shit! slut, take all of it. i know you can.” he shoves his entire cock down your throat, you choking around him finally triggering his release as spurts of cum explodes in your mouth. he feels like his body is on his fire, pure euphoria running in his veins as he still fucks you through his orgasm, you feel him twitch until he blisses out and empties himself. he slumps back on the wall, panting hard as sweat trickles down his temples.

you stick out your tongue to show him that you swallowed every drop of his cum. he smiles and tucks the hair that sticked to your forehead behind your ear. “good girl,” he’s ashamed to admit he feels himself harden again at the sight as he pulls up his pants.

you stand up, wincing as you at last register the pain from kneeling. i should’ve worn sweatpants. leggings are so fucking thin. my poor knees.

“you taste very nice.” you tell him with a giggle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“oh really?” jungkook grins, arms snaking on your waist to pull you closer to his body. you moan softly when he starts nipping at your neck. “i want to taste you, too. let me return the favor. that was amazing.”

you lightly push him away and he looks at you in confusion. “i sucked you off as payment for earlier. if you return the favor, won’t that make it null and void?”

he huffs a breath. “i don’t give a fuck about that anymore. i want you.” he groans with extreme need, slotting himself back to your neck to leave hickeys on your skin.

“okay, fine. do you have a condom?” your voice comes out quiet as you savor the feeling of his ministrations, his tongue soothing what he previously bit.

“yes, i do.”

“i’m already wet. please, i need you inside of me.”

he doesn’t waste time. your legs are around his waist as he insatiably fucks your pussy into another orgasm, your back pressed to the wall as you make out sloppily, swallowing each other’s moans.

“oh god, so big. you’re reaching so deep.” you cry out as you surrender to the pleasure he’s giving you. he purposely grinds on your clit every thrust, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. the squelching sounds of your wetness and his balls slapping against your eyes. the scent of sex hanging on in the air. drunk on his lips, his tongue. completely enamored by the tattoos inked on his skin as your nails dig in his arms. jungkook and everything he’s doing consumes your entire being at that moment.

“are you gonna come for me again?” he smirks against your mouth, driving his cock rougher and faster as your scrunches up in divine rapture, never been fucked this good before that you hold on tighter to his broad shoulders not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet. but it’s too much. too much. you uncontrollably tremble in his arms as your orgasm hits you harder than the one before this, clenching around his length like a vice. through gritted teeth and hisses of curses like a forbidden prayer he spits it out, he fucks you through your orgasm before spilling his load in the condom not long after.

jungkook doesn’t give you time to breathe. you find his head between your thighs, almost forgetting that he mentioned he wanted to taste you, too. his warm and wet muscle makes contact with your slit, sliding up to your clit with a flick before diving down to feast on your juices. you jerk at the overstimulation, but you didn’t want him to stop. “fucking hell, your tongue is incredible.”

you swear you can feel him smirk as he wraps his plushy lips around your clit and sucks greedily, eyes closed and head moving from side to side. he laps at the new wave of juices that gushes out of your core and comes back up to torture you with other wordly pleasure. without thinking, you take off his ponytail and it slides off smoothly. might have to ask about his conditioner. you grasp his shiny silver hair in your hands to shove his face closer to your core, grinding your hips as you slowly become devoted to his wicked tongue.

your heart thunders in your chest as an overwhelming feeling blooms in your belly, “oh, oh god, shit, wait. stop! jungkook, i’m going to-” but you cut yourself off with a squeal when he shakes his head, covering your face as you squirt all over his face.

despite the ringing in your eyes and dazed mind, you see his shocked face soaked with juices. “see? i told you to stop!” you croak out, shakingly tugging off your hoodie to wipe him with it, leaving you only in a cami top.

“are you shitting me? that was goddamn hot. i want to see you do it again.” his wide doe eyes shine with mischief, licking his lips to taste more of your essence. “you taste very nice too, by the way.”

it’s your turn to look at him in disbelief, but you quickly recover to hide the smile growing on your face. “getting ahead of ourselves, are we? buy me a coffee. you tired me out, you horny freak.”

he looks around the alley you’re at, almost forgetting where you are at the first place. there’s no way no one heard the two of you, he thinks to himself. he helps you fix yourself before making himself presentable again. he redoes his ponytail twice.

“sure, then let’s do it again?” he asks excitedly, intertwining your hands with his and picking up the plastic bags you hastily dropped a while ago.

“no! i need to study for my test tomorrow. i have priorities.”

“oh, come on.” he whines, opening the door to the convenience store again.

the cashier looks at the two of you with big eyes, now fully awake.

being only in a cami top, the countless marks jungkook left on you are uncovered. oh well.

you smile at her and wave until the man before you drags you towards the coffee machine. quite literally. you wince as your legs are still shaky. “can you calm down?”

“do you really need to study?” he asks for second time as you wait for the plastic cup to be filled.

“we just met. why are you already so fucking needy?”

“you gave me the best blowjob of my life! and you’re really pretty when you squirt. i need to see you do that under good lighting. this town should invest in better streetlamps.” his unholy grin binds you under a spell, and you notice a mole under his bottom lip.

you gulp as you recall the previous events that occured earlier. i really need that coffee.

your staring gets interrupted when you both turn your heads towards the cashier who gasped scandalously, and is now covering her mouth in embarrassment.

you sigh and blow on your piping hot beverage. “you dumbass, i think we broke her.”

[chainofclovers]

Ted Lasso 2x10 thoughts

GOOD GOD.

“No Weddings and a Funeral” is like being hungover but also coming out of a hangover. Having a terrible cold but also feeling better and appreciating every breath that comes through your nose. Embarking on an organizational project and accidentally falling into a photo album and crying about the pictures and organizing almost nothing tangible but making a few things more clear in your brain.

So much of this episode is about the AWFUL POINTLESSNESS OF DECORUM. How loud is too loud when you’re drinking stolen wine and shrieking about sex in a church right before your father’s funeral? How should you feel--thirty years later, as an accommodating, anger-averse person--about having been too angry to attend the funeral for your father who killed himself? What expression should you make when you show up really late to a different funeral? Why must you wear uncomfortable shoes just because someone died? What happens in your mind between standing up to give a eulogy for a man you’re still angry with and choosing to Rick Roll your mom and everyone else as an act of complicated love, humiliatingly incomplete until someone else starts to sing? Should you worry about your therapist seeing your normally tidy flat in a full-on state of depression mess? Is it okay to be offended that your boyfriend is so uncomfortable about death that he can’t stop making morbid jokes? Should you care about other people caring that you’re crunching an apple in church or squealing with joy to be reunited with a friend you’ve not seen in awhile? Are you obligated to explain your behavior if your kid doesn’t understand how you could stay with someone unfaithful? How far behind the counter should you sink when your [undefined relationship person]’s mother has just let you know she can see your dick through your underwear? Is a funeral reception an okay place to find a hookup? Is a funeral reception a decent spot for a break-up? Is a funeral reception a good time for a love confession when you know the person you’re confessing to is happy with someone else? And who do you make eye contact with when you can’t look directly at the person asking you if you’re okay when there’s so, so much about you she doesn’t know yet? Even if--for this tiny little moment within a vast swath of many okay and not-okay moments--you’re honest when you tell her that you are?

I fucking adored this episode because it answers all these questions very simply: Show up. Show up for yourself. Show up for your friends. Try not to harm yourself. Try not to harm your friends.

I love that this episode is about the messiness of adulthood and the things we bring with us from childhood and that it takes place partially in Rebecca’s childhood bedroom, and in Ted’s childhood memories. Dwelling in those places (whether physically or mentally) isn’t an automatic recipe for regression, but it does get everyone closer to the things that made them who they are, to the unresolved and half-buried parts of them that still make them tick today.

Forever obsessed with every single detail about Rebecca’s childhood bedroom.

Forever obsessed with Deborah’s decision to Rick Roll herself every single morning of her life.

Forever obsessed with Rebecca’s decision to Rick Roll her father’s funeral as a way to not have to make up a single word about her father and to do something very vulnerable and kind for herself and her mother and everyone.

Forever obsessed with Ted’s decision to Rick Roll Rebecca Rick Rolling her father’s funeral.

Forever obsessed with an entire found family backing it up.

I love that it is Isaac’s leadership that ensures every single member of the team attends the service for Paul.

I am very, very interested in Jamie’s love confession to Keeley because I do think it will spark some reflection in Keeley but I do not think it’ll go the cliched love triangle route.

Each scene with Rebecca and Sam struck (for me, a human being sharing a subjective perspective on the internet) the tender-awkward-beautiful-stressful chord I was hoping it would. I think it’s wonderful that Sam is honest with Rebecca about how difficult it is to keep their relationship a secret, and I love that Rebecca has a million mostly-unarticulated reasons for why she’d much prefer the secret to continue. I like that Sassy, Keeley, and Nora respond to the revelation as friends; they might be tempering their judgments in part because they’ve all gathered to bury Rebecca’s dad, but I don’t think their reactions would’ve been that different even on a happier occasion.

While there are a million and one different reasons why a continued relationship between Rebecca and Sam could cause serious ethical problems, I really love that when people share big news on this show, the people who care about them generally react by trying to see why the person is doing what they’re doing. Doesn’t mean they shouldn’t also hold each other accountable, but in my book it’s OK that Keeley’s first reaction was to feel happy that her friend is having some fun.

Also everyone has been making weird judgment calls this season, and this episode felt like a moment of real breakthroughs in terms of people telling the truth about things that happened to them and leaving themselves open to honest responses from others.

September 13, 1991. It’s so tenderly, beautifully, overwhelmingly meaningful that there’s still so much Ted and Rebecca don’t know about the things they have in common in these parallel lives they’re leading. The scene between Sarah Niles and Jason Sudeikis is so beautifully acted, and so is the scene between Hannah Waddingham and Harriet Walter. The way they intertwine to communicate that Ted and Rebecca basically lost the ability to trust their fathers simultaneously, from an ocean away? In the hands of lesser storytellers, it would feel too perfect a mirroring, but here it feels heartbreakingly imperfect. All the things they still don’t know. All the questions they try to ask each other. All the things they don’t dare ask yet. And then the storytellers are holding a candle up to all of it and letting the audience bask in the glow of this connection even if Ted and Rebecca can’t fully understand it yet.

I am so proud that Rebecca and Deborah were able to embark on the beginnings of a conversation about the ways Deborah and Paul’s relationship might have resembled or not resembled Rebecca and Rupert’s. It feels possible that they could get to a point where Rebecca truly internalizes her mother’s pride that she broke a cycle by leaving Rupert, and could maybe even understand why her mother made the choices she made. I love that in the final scene, they’re still relying on their old mother-daughter conversational patterns—the frustrations, the snippy shorthand, the passive-aggression. Mothers and daughters!

I am also proud that Ted—albeit via a joke about Sharon charging him for the house call—indicates that he understands the value of Sharon’s work. He’s changed a lot, all in realistic ways for someone who loves learning and really does want to meet people where they are and appreciate them. I’m very moved that instead of putting himself in a real harmful situation by showing up to the funeral on time at any cost, he did what he needed to do to take care of himself and accept care from someone else. And then Sharon’s suggestion that he think about things he loved about his father? And the way he’s able to share a positive memory of Rebecca’s own father at a time when she really needed it? Gosh.

Awkward, undecorous transition from 1991 to present-day incoming...but SASSY! She’s just, like, a whirling dervish of loyal friendship and not giving a fuck and penis size discussions and being casually, delightfully cruel to Rupert, who so deserves it. Rebecca was going on a real face journey when Sassy goes off with Ted at the end, and I’m sort of *eyes emoji* about all of that, but I continue to feel like Sassy is the most imperfectly wonderful friend-from-the-past kind of person and I love everything she and Nora get to do in this episode.

Keeley saying “That baby is whack” might be my favorite line in the episode? Maybe the whole show? Not really but really.

FUCK YOU, RUPERT. Bex and Diane, y’all are fine. And I truly feel for Nate...whatever scheme he’s getting suckered into. Whatever insecurity Rupert is preying on. I want Nate to go to therapy, too.

I feel like it was an unpopular opinion at the time, but I loved Rebecca’s 2x1 revelation about vulnerability and fear of getting hurt and needing to let someone love her. Sassy doesn’t always word things in the most nuanced way, but I think there’s a real possibility that she did ask Rebecca to really consider what it means to feel either safe or unsafe with a person but to know that in either circumstance, that person could end up causing her pain. Standing in that closet with Sam, managing to make it clear that she’s not asking for a break because she knows he will hurt her but because she has to figure out how to be with a wonderful person who could cause her pain...the growth, man. Makes me emotional.

I emerged from this episode feeling, of course, stunned by all the amazing parallels and revelations and beautiful acting and Rick Rolls and just, everything. I also emerged feeling sad/raw/tender because messiness and decorum and growth and coping mechanisms and death and dramatic irony and not knowing things about people and not knowing what you don’t know...it’s a sad, raw, tender place to be.

To quote a guy who got a whole sitcom (lol) named after him, life is real hard.

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW Alphabet- Joe Toye

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

 Ok, so here’s the 411- Joe gives it his all when y’all are fucking. He’s flipping you around into different positions, he’s gripping whatever part of your body he can get his hands so he can reach deeper faster harder better, Joe is fully prepared to do all the work. 

That being said, the boy’s EXHAUSTED by the time he’s done with you. You’re lucky if he doesn’t collapse on you in a sweaty, sleepy mess. But after he’s had a second to regroup and rally- he’s totally down for some pillow talk. 

WARNING: it’s going to be in that sexy husky voice of his, which means round two is imminent.

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

 Ok, so our Joe’s hot. Like, really hot. He is fully aware of how good he looks- sometimes to the point of arrogance. If he had to pick just one part of himself, it’d probably be his arms. He likes knowing that he can always fight his way out of a sticky situation, but what he really likes is how your hands feel when they clutch at his biceps while getting sexy. (He also really gets soft when you run your fingers up and down his arms/forearms while sitting around and talking with the guys shh shh shh)

On you? Your hands- this boy never thought of hands being sexy until he watched yours dance across a map while discussing plans of action. His eyes followed their motions like a moth follows a flame- and when they touched HIS HAND for the first time? Boner city. Population: this guy.

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

MESSY BOY. OH MY GOD.

He’s BIG into marking you, and if you gave him the ok (he always checks first) he’d gladly paint you in it (he gets very caveman when it comes to marking you as his ffs what a horndog). 

But if you aren’t into that? Not a problem. Simply seeing his cum on your hands (which we’ve established he’s super into) is enough for him. Inside of you works too, FYI. He’s very accommodating.

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

 He once secretly got off in class while watching you disassemble and reassemble your rifle. Your fingers moved so fast and confidently that he couldn’t help but wonder what ~other~ confident things they could do (his mind instantly pictured you fingering yourself and he’s only a little bit sorry about how depraved he is). He’d kneaded the heel of his hand against his cock under the table and to this day he has no idea how he wasn’t caught.

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

Experienced is a good way to describe Joe, bc in cruder company he’d be called a fuckboy. He’s had more partners than the average Joe (lol sorry) but not nearly as many as someone like Tab or Nix or Liebgott have had. He just lived a full-ass life and, due to him being a stud, he’s never been wanting for company.

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Anything with him on top is his comfort zone. He likes feeling in control, and he really likes being able to see how good he’s making you feel. 

Bonus points if he can grip your neck a lil bit.

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

 Joe is goofy in the sense that he likes to tease you, maybe antagonize you a lil. He knows that you get off on it- that you like when he points out how good he’s making you feel, or lightly chastising you for how quickly you’re going to cum. He doesn’t mean it, and if you were ever to tell him to back off he’d be totally down.

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

 Dark, curly, trimmed but not ~groomed~, you know?

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

 Personally, He seeks to establish intimacy during the afterglow, curling around you once the sweat has cooled and your breathing has evened out. Face touches, greedy but sweet kisses? Joe Toye’s your guy.

HOWEVER!: If he thinks you could use some during the act, he’s game. If you ask for it? HE’S WHATEVER MORE THAN BEING GAME IS. Get over here, hot stuff.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 He does it whenever he feels the urge. It’s not a huge deal for him. 

He’d prefer sex with you obviously, but if you’re not feeling it or it’s not a good time then he’ll take care of himself. In a perfect world, you could both do some mutual masturbation. He absolutely thinks of you while he does it, tho.

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Choking kink. Wow wow wow. Nothing extreme- he doesn’t feel comfortable cutting off your airflow or anything, but a hand around the throat certainly adds a nice primitiveness to the experience. 

If you choke him, however: different story.

Joe finds that EXTREMELY hot. Oh my God. It plays into his weird obsession with your hands/touch. It reminds him that you’re just as into him as he is with you, and he is a big fan of you getting a lil rough with him now and again. 

Pin him down by his throat as you ride him? He’s done for.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Any time, anywhere- as long as he can be sure that you won’t be interrupted. There are exceptions to this (see Risk). 

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

 Little touches from you can really get him going. Lacing your fingers with his as you both ride in a truck from location to location. Your eyes finding his as you talk business with someone else. The gentle scratch of your fingernails through the shorter hairs at the base of his skull. You also get a certain look in your eyes when you’re feeling frisky, and the moment he sees that, sexy with you is all that he can think about.

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

 Doing anything to you that leaves more than a bruise. Hickeys? Awesome. Speckles of bruises on your hips from where his fingertips dug into your skin a bit too hard? Hot.

Deep shadows around your throat left behind from him holding you a little too hard? NO NO NOPE THAT’S NOT OKAY.

It reminds him too much of violence, of someone trying to escape the touch of another and being denied freedom. Once, a German soldier had tried to choke you out so you wouldn’t alert anyone of his presence and Joe. Fucking. Lost it. His brass knuckles were nearly fused to his skin by the time Joe was done with them.

Tl;dr- deep marks on his girl? He’ll kick someone's ass. He’ll kick my ass. He’ll kick his own ass

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

 He’s a fan of both! When he’s going down on you, he’s all about results- what will get you off the quickest and hardest. Overstimulation King (but in a good way).

When you go down on him and make a point to draw the process out as long as you possibly can, he just about cries with need. He’ll beg you to give him more so he can finally cum, but secretly he’s hoping that you’ll keep edging him bc dear god you’re so beautiful and evil and wow your nails scratching down his stomach feels good.

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

 FAST. Like I said before, he’s all for getting you off quick and hard. He likes the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he pistons into you with ruthless speed, likes the way it makes your body shake and bounce and sheen with sweat. He really likes being able to just fall asleep with you afterwards, so his goal is to tire out the both of you.

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

 Ok, so here’s the thing- before you, most of his sexual history could be considered quickies. He didn’t like the idea of lingering too long after doing the do, so a quick fuck in the closet of a bar was his bread and butter. Remember: the quicker the better.

But since you, he’s decided that he’s good with both quickies and...slowies(?). If he’s feeling frisky while you both are out or just about to go out or in any sort of time crunch, he lets you know by coming up to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, gently pulling you back until you can feel his hardening cock against your backside. 

If you rest one of your hands on his forearm and squeeze it- then you’re not feeling it rn and he backs off (or excuses himself to take care of it bc he’s practical like that). If you lean back into him or turn your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek- it’s go time. Meet him in the bathroom, bc someone’s about to get their world rocked.

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

 JOe is fine with public sex as long as he knows/can predict who or what could possibly figure out what the two of you are doing. And even then, it’s going to be sneaky. You sitting on his lap with his dick in your pussy? Nice. pretending to lean over and whisper something to you while sitting at a booth (but actually fingering you? Dope.

He’ll basically go as far as you let him, but his big thing is not letting the two of you get caught by someone who will hold it over your ehad. Do’t fuck with his girl.

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

 Two and a half rounds- he always starts with getting you off with his hands, thigh, tongue (that’s the half round), then he cranks out the next two fast and unwaveringly. Ideally, the outcome for him is two orgasms for him and three for you. Bonus points if he can wring four out of you, but he’s not going to push it.

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

 Probably didn’t own any of his own, but if you have a vibrator or something he’ll definitely use it on you. Would probably consider letting you use it on him, but only once he’s used it on you a couple times.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 Not very much in terms of edging teasing, but verbally he can be very antagonistic. 

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

 Loud and proud, but tries to keep the sounds in for as long as he can. You can always tell when he’s close by how vocal he’ll become. Huge whiner whenever you suck his cock or give him a handjob, bc you are so perfect and wicked that it literally overwhelms him.

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

 Has at least one copy of the Kama Sutra. Bill gave it to him as a joke gift but Joe absolutely uses it for inspiration.

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

 Average length but girthy. He’s pretty proud of it. 

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

 Pretty high, but something he can control. He knows it’s unrealistic to be able to fuck you whenever he wants (bc otherwise, you’d never leave his bed), so he’s able to channel that desire into anticipation for the next time he gets the chance to fuck you.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 SO FAST, OH MY GOD. But he doesn’t sleep long- it’s more like a power nap and then he wakes up and helps you clean up/cleans you up himself and then gets cuddly. Then he sleeps again. What a nerd.

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[smashboxgirl26]

Erwin smith and his beloved raking leaves together <3 They end up making a huge pile and Erwin picks up reader and ends up throwing her in the pile lol

autumn colors

erwin smith x gn! reader modern au! contains: FLUFFFFF a/n: yayyayyayayay - sorry about the long wait 'nonnie, school's been killing me but i finally did it <3 masterlist

Along with the beautiful weather and pumpkin spice lattes that autumn brought came the trees that were stripping themselves bare in preparation for the cold months that followed. The colors of the leaves were beautiful as always, but the mess they made in the yard was quite an annoyance.

And for new homeowners such as Erwin and yourself, raking the leaves that fell from the trees in your yard was technically an important job. Even if it really wasn’t, that didn’t mean that you didn’t find it exciting. You saw it as the first mundane task in the long line that you and Erwin would have to perform together as newlyweds and homeowners.

And it was an exciting thought.

The beginning of forever.

You couldn’t help the smile adorning your face when you reached into your coat closet by the front door as you grabbed a jacket, and it easily caught Erwin’s steady gaze.

“You look a little too excited just to go outside in our yard and rake the leaves,” he commented as you slipped your light jacket over your shoulders.

“That’s because it’s fun,” you grinned at him playfully. “And I get to hang out with my amazing husband at the same time.”

You watched as his eyebrows shot upward before a teasing smile rested on his lips. “Well now you’re just flattering me. What do you want?” he looked at you suspiciously.

“Apple cider,” you smiled cheekily.

He rolled his eyes with the smile still staying in place, “Of course, you couldn’t just love me unconditionally.”

“Nope,” you giggled. “I only married you so I could boss you around.”

“Apple cider after we finish raking,” he sighed as he opened the front door. “Or else we’ll stay inside on the couch all day.”

“Fine..” you pouted as you followed behind.

Yeah, so maybe your yard was worse than you had originally thought. Or the trees had just decided to lose most of their leaves over the past day or so and your overly orange and yellow yard was the consequence. Either way, it meant that the two of you had more work to do - even if it wasn’t necessarily hard.

“That’s a lot of leaves,” you commented to basically no one. Erwin had walked to the shed in the back to grab the rakes.

It almost looked like the sunset had exploded or thrown up all over your grassy front lawn with the amount of red and orange that lay on the ground. It looked very pretty though, like a picturesque scene of an orchard in the fall with autumn colors all around. Plus, it was fun because basically every step you took made a crunch underfoot.

“Here’s a rake,” Erwin held it out to you once he came back.

“Thank you my good sir. So, how are we going to tackle this messy yard?”

It was funny to see him stand for a second as he contemplated the answer like it was a very difficult math problem. It was cute to see the overly serious attitude he had applied to mundane tasks like this one.

“I could just do one side and you could do the other, and then our piles could meet in the middle,” he suggested with a shrug.

“Works for me,” you smiled before you walked over to one side of the yard. “I can do this side then.”

“I’ll be over here then,” he sent you a thumbs up.

“Last one finished with their pile has to do the dishes tonight!” you yelled soon after you’d started.

Erwin almost began stuttering in response to the way you were now quickly shoveling leaves into a small pile near the middle of the yard. And now that you were extremely determined to win the little competition (even if it was unfair because your side was smaller and you’d started before calling it out) he decided to put the same effort into his side.

It took a little over twenty minutes for the two of you to finish your sides, but even if you’d gotten a small headstart and less work - you were still a little bit too late.

“Finished!” Erwin yelled out as he smushed the last little bit of leaves into his ginormous pile.

“Fini- No! That’s so unfair!” you called back as you added your last few leaves to your heap.

“How is that unfair?” he asked with a gloating smile. “I don’t have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Well actually,” you said slyly as you inched over to his pile. You quickly grabbed a handful of leaves from his pile and scattered them around. “You still have some leaves left on your side.”

Erwin’s expression changed within an instant and you were already squealing and giggling as you ran away from his “attack”. With the cold air biting at your nose,ears, and fingertips, it was hard for you to run fast and he was easily able to catch up to you.

Without another word, you were slumped over his shoulder while you wriggled and kicked your feet playfully as he went. You could hear the laugh that was burning in his throat, a low and breathy tone, before you were flung forward onto the big pile of leaves the two of you had made.

“That’s what cheaters get,” he smirked brightly.

You only huffed in annoyance as you sat yourself up, a thin pout resting on your lips as you stared up at him.

And even though you were slightly annoyed at him, he only thought the sight in front of him was beautiful. Even with the few leaves that were now sticking out of your messy hair, you looked absolutely perfect with the autumn colors surrounding you.

“You owe me two apple ciders now.”

[justletmeplayminecraft]

It doesn't happen often, but sometimes Mumbo will find himself frozen in place, struck down with fear and doubt.

He'll find his mind echoing with the "but what if" and "you're not good enough to stop them leaving" and he'll begin to lose his vision as his eyes become clouded with tears.

He'll take out his communicator and, with shaking hands, send a message into chat;

<MumboJumbo>: Hey I need some reassurance, could someone stop by?

And the hermits will always stop by. Sometimes just one, sometimes many, but he'll always get at least one hermit at his side in a matter of minutes.

"It's okay" they'll tell him. "We'd never abandon you" they'll say.

"Wherever we go, you'll always be welcome. Until the end of time."

oh my gosh this is so good ;-; hold on lemme see what i can write

warnings for self-doubt, fear of abandonment, implied anxiety attack

Mumbo knows what caused it this time. A combination of late nights, feedback on the HCBBS and being in Scar's base. Everywhere he looks is an incredible creation, more amazing than he could ever hope to achieve. He's felt the thoughts building over the past few days, shoving them down as deeply as he can. Which is always a mistake.

Ironically, it all spills over when he's looking at those same tiny mushrooms that excited him so much before. It's just so clever! It's so smart! And it's something Mumbo would never think to do. He's not smart like this, doesn't have Scar's creativity. He has no idea why the hermits keep him around when they could have more people like Scar. Probably because they know he has nowhere else to go, because they're good people and-

No, no. He tries to remember Xisuma's advice. He needs to breathe. Don't spiral. Long breath in, hold, long breath out. In, hold, out. His vision is blurry, eyes stinging with tears.

He keeps that mantra in his head as he pulls out his communicator. Hands trembling, he manages to navigate to the global chat. He doesn't bother reading the previous messages.

<MumboJumbo> csb somebody come over? need somrone rn

<Xisuma> mumbo? where are you?

<GoodTimeWithScar> Mumbo?

<ZombieCleo> where are you mumbo?

<MumboJumbo> msgic village

<ZombieCleo> omw

<Xisuma> let me know if you need back up

<ZombieCleo> will do.

By the time Mumbo hears rockets overhead, he's curled into the base of a tree. The bark presses hard against his back, his face hidden in his knees. He focuses on his breathing. All of those thoughts are blocked out of his head. He knows they're stupid, he knows. The hermits must be so tired of this by now-

"Mumbo." A voice calls, derailing that notion. "Where are you?" He raises his head, rubbing his eyes with a sniffle.

"I'm over here." Mumbo's voice shakes as much as the rest of him. There's a crunching of grass, and he flinches when he hears a twig snap. Soon enough, a wave of red hair falls in front of him, Cleo crouching to his level. She has a gentle smile that is in such contrast to her usual sarcasm.

"Hey, Mumbo. You want to go inside?" He nods. He can't quite find the words to say, so he accepts Cleo's hand as she pulls him to his feet. His suit is crumpled, pulling in all the wrong places and it only feels more stifling. Cleo walks with purpose, searching each building until she finds one that's mostly liveable, with a fair amount of grumbling about Scar and chestmonsters.

It is nicer inside the house. She sits him down on an old sofa, ruffling through already messy locks. The suit jacket is discarded and laid carefully over an armchair. Mumbo tucks his feet onto the edge of the sofa, wrapping his arms around long legs. A blanket is soon wrapped around his shoulders. Mumbo snuggles into it, disappearing until he's a head and two black socks in a pile of blue fabric.

"There you go, do you want some tea?" Mumbo nods. Tea sounds nice right now. He gets a good hair ruffle before Cleo vanishes in search of the kitchen. He can still hear her moving around, cursing under her breath as she tries to navigate Scar's overflowing storage. Mumbo laughs softly, more air than noise. He closes his eyes, resting his chin on his knees.

Cleo's good to him. She came here so quickly, like she often does. If not Cleo, then it would've been another hermit. They always drop everything to come help him. He just- is he really worth that effort? He doesn't do anything in return for them. Maybe it was a mistake calling someone over, he should've just dealt with this on his own, they're going to get frustrated he keeps doing this-

"Mumbo," Cleo calls. Mumbo blinks as he finds himself back in reality. "I can hear your thoughts from here. Do you want honey in your tea?" Mumbo squeezes his fingers into the soft material of the blanket, listening to a distant kettle boil. He breathes in a scent similar to a library. Something old, with a hint of magic.

"Yeah, honey would be nice."

"Got it!" He occupies his mind by looking around the room, naming each of the things he can see. There's a bookshelf against one of the walls. The top two shelves are decorated by various trinkets. Little statues and toys, sentimental items that Mumbo doesn't know the meaning of. The bottom shelves are filled with books from various designers. Scar showed him some recently, pouring over the art with a bright grin. Mumbo hung onto every word he said. A solitary redstone book sits amongst them, and Mumbo huffs an amused breath.

When Cleo returns, he's looked at the curtains, one of them pulled tied open, the forgotten mugs on the coffee table, the various doodles scattered in sheets of paper, the plants that are somehow alive and Cleo, who isn't. She smiles, passing Mumbo the mug. He curls his hands around it, pleased the heat isn't unbearable.

"So which ones do I need to fight this time?" She asks. Mumbo chuckles. The blanket has slipped further back so his hands can stick out.

"You don't need to fight anything," he replies. Cleo crosses her arms, dropping into the space next to him.

"Really?" He looks into the steaming tea. Cold isn't a problem in the jungle, not during the day. But the heat is a good grounding point. Though he could get lost in the way the steam catches the light, shimmering white patterns painted in the air.

"It's the usual," he finally concedes. "With some added 'I'm only bothering you and you're all going to get tired of needing to help me.' You know." Cleo hums. She does know. Mumbo sometimes wishes his doubts would get more adventurous, and then remembers what a terrible idea that would be.

"Do you have the book?" She asks. Mumbo shakes his head.

"I think I left it in my- no, Scar's base." He would usually keep his book of affirmations in his enderchest, but he was a bit flustered with the whole move. He thinks he left it under his pillow.

"I'll ask Scar to bring it over later."

"You don't-" She gives him a look. "Okay. Thank you," he amends. Taking a sip of the tea, he sighs. Cleo knows just how he likes it. The honeyed taste is a much-needed treat.

"So, you know what I'm going to say?"

Mumbo smiles, telling her, "Say it anyway."

"Mumbo, you could be the biggest spoon in the world, and we'd still keep you around, right?" Mumbo laughs, falling into the script with ease.

"Right."

"You're our family. We don't care if you don't achieve these incredible feats, though you do, by the way. We're lucky to have you here, and it makes me smile everytime I see what you're up to. Big or small." He hides his wet smile behind a sip of tea. There's no hiding the tears gathering in his eyes. "Mumbo, you're an amazing person, alright? The best annoying baby brother I could ask for. Wherever we go, you can come with us. As long as you want to."

"And if that's forever?"

"Then it's forever. And I'll consider myself lucky everyday you decide to stick around." Mumbo sinks back into the sofa, finally letting go of the tension he was subconsciously holding. "Right. Now let me read all the chat messages."

Mumbo laughs, reaching up to wipe his eyes, "Seriously?"

"We care about you, you dork." Cleo sits forward, holding her communicator up. She takes a deep breath, continuing in her best gameshow voice, Mumbo laughing the moment she speaks, "And first up, we have Xisuma! Asking me to tell you that he cares about you and he's always here if you ever need to talk." Mumbo settles back, a wide grin on his face, content to listen.

-

Cleo carefully takes the mug from Mumbo's hands, the redstoner offering no resistance as he yawns. His eyes are half open, blinks growing longer every time. She brushes hair from his face, gently lying him down until he's resting in her lap.

"There you go," she soothes. Mumbo quietly rearranges, hugging Cleo's legs. "You've done so well. You can rest now." Mumbo's sleepy hum brings a smile to her face.

She watches as Mumbo's breath evens out, his body growing heavier on her. She carefully tucks the corner of the blanket in before pulling out her communicator, snapping a quick photo.

<ZombieCleo shared a photo>

<ZombieCleo> mission successful

<Xisuma> :-D

<Stressmonster101> awwwwwwww <3

<iskall85> some much needed sleep i'd say

<GoodTimeWithScar> I'll be over with the book when I find it

<ZombieCleo> don't worry, i think he'll be out for a while lol

She smiles at her communicator and the lanky redstoner in her lap. There are very few sights that warm her undead heart more than this. She leans back, and settles in for however long Mumbo needs her.

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Out of curiosity, opinion on Coco and Up since they're post-Ratatouille?

LOL when I say I don't like pixar movies post-Ratatouille, I mean it.

Up was basically a pixar short drawn out for 2 hours. Like how is it that you have a fun idea for a short, which is an old man flying in the house he and his late wife built together, and decide to pad it out by having him meet his still-alive disgraced childhood hero who has talking dogs that make him multi-course meals and fly air planes, while saving a bird? How did any of the creators arrive to this particular set up with that initial pitch? You have an entire film based around a simple concept, a balloon-flying house, but you can't POSSIBLY have a simple traveling movie in that house, because you now have to figure out how to have the main characters traverse the land with a house??? WHY? Now the plot device is a liability! Aside from the idea just being too ridiculous to make a feature-length film, the main characters don't even bond? The old guy doesn't earn either relationship he gets by the end of the movie, with the kid or the dog. He just arrives at very logical conclusion that flying your house to the untouched wilderness was a bad idea and maybe make an attempt to have relationships outside of your wife, and get an animal companion?? And don't get me started on the character designs. Because once again, the main characters are Shapes, while the rest of the humans are. Human shaped. Why are you like this, Pixar? Are you tapped out at 2 characters, that you don't bother to figure out how to stylize characters that aren't the protagonists? God I hate this movie...

As for Coco, I won't get into how Disney literally tried to buy Dia de Los Muertos, I'll just talk about how inane the plot is. The starting point is, the family hates music.... Ridiculous. I can literally buy into an afterlife way easier than believing a single group of people is so unified and unwavering in their hatred of something that is a staple to what makes us human, that is music. (Hating music is like hating food that has flavor.) And it ends up being a messy game of tug-o-war between loving your family and loving your passion. Like they don't want you to root for the family, the family is treated like an antagonist, and then a misunderstood antagonist, but then Miguel is just awful to them? So I can't root for him either.

So okay he gets sent to the land of the dead because he... stole from the dead... (but it made it look like specifically strumming the guitar is what sent him there. So did it only count as stealing if he played the guitar and not when he took it off the display or what, like it looked cool but why tho.) Now he has to get back to the land of the living, but he can only do that if he gets a blessing from his family, but they'll only give him a blessing if he promises to never do music again, but he doesn't want to do that so he goes to find his estranged grandfather, but then he's not actually his grandfather, but this guy is his real grandfather, but oh no they're on a time crunch also, but oh no the mechanics in this world are so specific that if you don't get the blessing on time, you die, and yet all of this was solved with basic communication skills, and none of this would've happened realistically anyway because no one actually hates music???

And it's not just the plot that doesn't make sense, the world itself doesn't make sense. Like why is there a fucking class system in the land of the dead??? Why are there "rich dead people" and "poor dead people"? Why are people working on a holiday? A holiday that the movie establishes is detrimental to your mere existence? What kind of world is set up to where even when you're dead, you're bound to your capitalist gods??? As a joke??? And also how uncreative can you get? "OH THE AFTERLIFE IS JUST LIKE OURS BUT WE'RE SKELETONS" like no thank you? I would literally rather die.

And the set designs are just a fuckin mess. It's so busy and yet nothing is happening within it. Which is a problem with most recent Pixar movies. But this is meant to be this large extravagant, supernatural place, where we live out eternity. And its. Just our world but not really? And what decade is this anyway? They have tv's, cassettes, and box computers but they have facial recognition technology??? Even tho the people who aren't on the ofrenda are magically unable to leave the land of the dead anyway?? And if they try, they're DETAINED??? IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE! THE PLOT DOESNT MAKE SENSE!

Also the absolute disrespect towards Frida Khalo was just unforgivable. - Cat