#this was long af oops

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Actor Au!

Where Batman and Co. are the most popular TV series and they’re currently filming Jason’s death.

Only Bruce goes so deep into acting he breaks down for real upon the part where he arrives at the warehouse and digs through the rubble for his child.

[slink-a-dink]

LobCorp Egotober Day 1 - One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds, Tim

[rnaeborowski]

i hope the scar will look cool at least

[13eyond13]

CAN I FINISH SOME DOODLES FOR Y'ALL THIS AFTERNOON WHO REQUESTED THEN YESTERDAY? I AM SURE GOING TO TRY

[visionkept]

HC 7: DUEL THOUGHTS (pt.1).

"I heard that my friend had challenged the VISION HUNTERS to a duel before the throne."

There’s still the big misconception that Tomo CHALLENGED the Shogun when in reality, they went for the VISION HUNTERS all together. It is said by Kazuha in the cutscene and even has a voice-line that confirms that Tomo fought Sara and not Raiden, the Shogun was there just to witness the outcome and PUNISH the loser.

KAZUHA. ABOUT KUJOU SARA: “She defeated my friend in a duel before the throne, which I accept as proof of her great strength”

Besides this confirming that TOMO FOUGHT SARA and NOT the Shogun, the rest of the fight is left heavily AMBIGUOUS and so were the conditions they set. 

Yes, the winner would get a second chance but what did that even mean ? Would the vision hunt decree disappear if Tomo had won ? Would it continue though Tomo had beheaded their general ? There’s so much to unpack here and yet, the only thing we have for certain is that the winner would SURVIVE to see another day.

But did Tomo ONLY fight Sara ? I don’t think so. BESIDES fighting Sara, I do believe Tomo had to go through an ENTIRE SQUAD first. After all, the cutscene does show us a clear view of the BATTLEFIELD:

I do find it a bit strange that it was filled with katanas in a position given to fallen soldiers. And though we could assume these could be from previous fights against the throne, I find it rather unlikely considering that we don’t see them in game nor were there any other duels mentioned. And another important detail I noticed ( and that does seem intentional ) . . .

The PATTERNS in the fallen blades are similar to the ones we see with the Shogun’s soldiers. A black / white pattern that contrasts heavily with Tomo’s katana ( white / black ). Kazuha suggests in many occasions that Tomo was, indeed, very STRONG. That’s why he ACCEPTS that Sara is too - because she DEFEATED THEM out of all people. 

The absolute madman CHALLENGED a whole army KNOWING it would be too much for them. And yet they were able to defeat AT LEAST 25 SOLDIERS in combat to the point that either Sara had to step in and stop them or they managed to defeat all the men assigned that it was HER turn to do something about it.

If Tomoya ever does become a playable character ( there’s hope ), I do wish they could expand more on what exactly happened through that duel, if their battle with Sara was tight to the point that they almost got their victory.

They went with the mentality of dying in the ATTEMPT but. . . what if they had been so close to win. . .

[dawnedon]

Dawn hadn't slept at all for the night, not even after the clock had struck midnight. For her, her New Year's didn't end there. Color was already beginning to bleed into the dark skies, hearkening the sun's eventual arrival.

She could feel the chill in the air from the frigid seas upon her face, the cold keeping her more awake and alert than normal. The rest of her body was cradled in a wetsuit, insulating her from Sinnoh's unforgiving sea.

Emperor stood next to her, eyeing the inky waters. As rough and cruel as the ocean could be, she was calm this morning. The waters along the southern edge of the region battered rocky outcrops, being a treacherous length of sea for even the most seasoned of sailors to traverse. Today, it was almost as if the ocean was welcoming them.

The pair made their way to the water, Dawn tossing her braid over her shoulder. The sea hummed around her as she made her way further in. Lighter blues and teals danced along the rippling waves as the sky lightened with each passing moment. Dawn situated herself on Emperor's back, and the Empoleon cut through the ocean with unmatched grace.

They traveled eastward, Sunyshore passing by on Dawn's left. Light from the lighthouse cut through the remaining bands of darkness, a silent and solitary beacon that kept Sinnoh's sailors safe from the rocky shores.

Throngs of cold-water dwelling pokemon made way for the duo. Separating to let them through, and then converging back together once they'd passed. It was a sight to behold each and every time, despite Dawn having witnessed it several years in a row.

Neither of them ever made any attempts of communication when they were out here like this. They didn't really need to in the first place - they both understood one another on such a deep level that it was unnecessary. It was a time for them both to reflect on themselves, and to bask in the quiet.

Golds and oranges began to bleed into blue hues, pushing the cooler colors away and towards the west. The sun was just about ready to make its entrance, it seemed. It wasn't long before Emperor would stop. Sinnoh was long behind them now, Sunyshore a mere blip on the western horizon. Ahead of them stretched nothing but the endless sea, no other landmasses to be seen.

Dawn could feel a frigid pang in her heart, veins turning to ice for a moment as her head swam. Midnight eyes couldn't help but peer deep into the sea; her gaze was met by bands of glowing red far, far below.

Giratina.

Suddenly, the ocean being so calm made much more sense to her. It was only calm because Giratina willed it. Dawn knew what the goddess of chaos was capable of. She could bring a cataclysm upon this earth with a mere breath, a mere fraction of her power, if she so wished. But instead, Dawn could see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back up at her as Giratina's titanic figure slowly meandered beneath them.

There wasn't the same fear that gripped Dawn's heart after her second run-in with Giratina alongside May. Instead, there was a mutual understanding between the two now. The bottomless gap between the two of them finally had been bridged, though how strong the bridge was was yet to be seen. However... Dawn could only feel a sense of awe as she watched her patron deity, her bonded legendary.

Dawn closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her mind connect to Giratina's. Suddenly, Dawn wasn't in the ocean anymore. They stood before one another, Giratina in her human guise.

'Passing through?' Dawn would question, the words echoing in their shared mindspace. The woman before her would merely nod. Piercing crimson eyes stared into Dawn's very soul, but she did not shake this time.

'Yes,' she'd respond after a moment. Giratina had clearly been gauging the Champion - what she had seen and felt was yet to be determined, but Dawn could tell that Giratina was much more relaxed. 'This is the year of the dragon, after all. I figured showing up might bring you some good luck this year. I think you need it.'

It was hard for Dawn to tell when Giratina was joking, with how dry she usually was. She couldn't help but smile either way, a pleasant feeling tickling her heart. 'That, and I was curious about what you were doing. Going this far east so early? Do you do this every year?'

Giratina definitely had strange ways of showing that she cared - something that Dawn understood very well. They were a lot more alike than she'd thought previously. Despite everything that happened with them, their bond was starting to make more sense to Dawn. She wondered if Giratina could say the same.

'The first sunrise of the year?" Dawn finally replies, before nodding, 'It's part of my New Year's traditions. It's something I've done since I was a kid.' She pauses thoughtfully, eyes meeting Giratina's again. 'Real quick, before I go. Do you... have a shrine, or... a temple, or anything like that? Something I can visit this morning once I get back.'

It was a question the goddess genuinely seemed taken aback by, as if this were the first time anyone had ever asked her such a thing. Giratina's reaction made Dawn feel a bit sad, in a way. A sadness she didn't want to feel too deeply or strongly, lest Giratina be able to tell through their bonded souls.

'There should be one near Sendoff Spring. It's... been so long, though, the path is more than likely overgrown. The shrine itself is probably in total disrepair. It was one of the only structures dedicated to myself that Arceus didn't destroy because it was so well hidden.'

Dawn finds herself nodding solemnly. In her ancestor's journal, Dawn recalled reading an entry detailing three statues of the Creation Trio, with only Giratina's being totally destroyed.

'That's okay. I'll go there later. I can help clean it up a bit.' A sensation of surprise washed over Dawn, though it was not her own surprise she was feeling. Giratina could only blink, before the briefest, tiniest of smiles appeared on her lips. 'You're too much. Every time I think I start to understand you, you do something that makes even me confused. I think you're going to be an enigma to me forever, Dawn.'

The Champion lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. 'An enigma to the most eldritch and unknown legendary out there? I'm flattered.' Giratina could only roll her eyes, but the feeling of mirth between the two was palpable.

'I know I'm so much fun to talk to, but you should go before you miss that sunrise of yours.'

And just like that, Dawn would slowly open her eyes. It was like she woke up from a dream. The sea around her was bathed in golden light, and the first few rays of actual sunlight crested over the horizon. Any remaining darkness in the sky was banished as the sun appeared to rise out of the ocean itself. She felt Giratina's presence slowly retreating back to the shores, and she and Emperor were alone once again.

The first rays of morning light felt warm on Dawn's face despite the freezing temperature of the air. It warmed her very heart and soul, instilling a deep sense of peace in her. It was the strangest, most interesting start to her New Year by far - but it wasn't unwelcome. If anything, it only made her more confident that this would be a good year after all.

[snnydcysarchive]

starter for @ofblackskies​​ ( chad dylan cooper )

the last thing sonny expected was to receive a guest role on mackenzie falls. never has she imagined it ever happening. especially having to work along side her EX BOYFRIEND again. it was a whirlwind of emotions. a part of her wanted to say no and forget it, but the other part of her knew she couldn’t turn down this opportunity. she could be professional. both her and chad can. however, after rehearsals and filming, it was filled with an awkward void that everyone could feel. and that only increased today. their kissing scene. something she was sure that they were both nervous about. but again.. they’re actors. they can do this.. right?

reading her script while getting her hair and makeup touched up, she couldn’t help but glance towards chad’s direction. only to look elsewhere whenever he would almost meet her gaze. you can do this. it’s just acting. sonny attempted to convince herself. soon, the bell run around the studio and everyone prepared for the scene.

lines being delivered almost effortlessly. just like the other scenes they have filmed. but it was time. arms moving to wrap around his neck and suddenly her lips was on his.

if it were possible to hear her heart pounding out of her ears, that’s all she could hear. since their breakup, she almost forgot what his lips felt like against hers. the spark they once had creeping back onto the surface. or at least, what she believed. everything about him she missed. but she’s been too afraid to admit it. and just as the kiss could linger, the director yelled cut and the bell rung once more. causing the two to pull away.

sonny clearing her throat, “uh..” nibbling on her lower lip, she quickly looked away as if to occupy herself, “um.. good job on the scene..”

[luckyemo]

do people know what extension and what setting hides pinned blog posts lmao

[puppy-the-mask]

I have an au i've been referring to as 'Magus' or 'Layered Reality' in my notes, idk what the story will actually be called but i've been brainrotting over it particularly hard recently so i'm gonna talk about it

Namely because Blue is a little FREAK and I love him :3

So I love soulmate aus, and I love Yanderes, but you know what we need more of? MUTUAL YANDERES so you know this shit is gonna get wild when the entire premise is combining all three. Be aware, most are gonna be low-key about their obsession or it's only going to show up later on so some of the characters may seem like normal well adjusted individuals... they are not

Y/n, or 'Magus' as they're know to the wider public, is a prominent masked public figure that showed up out of the blue and broke the barrier. And then Kept showing up randomly when the underground seemingly re-filled with monsters with a new barrier in place. They're like a volunteer firefighter, but for the royal guard. They aren't officially hired or anything, but they most often work directly with a team of guards or are often called in as backup by others if Magus is in the area and able to help. Technically the only calls Magus has to answer/missions they have to attend are any having to do with the barriers.

See, in this world a cluster of universes collided, the effect being imperceptible as the humans of said universes were all the same and fused into one person. The difference lied underground, where because they're so different the universes couldn't merge seamlessly like they did up top and so, thanks to the barrier keeping the underground isolated, the undergrounds became isolated instances layered on top of each other. With the breaking of the barrier and emptying of the underground the mountain destabilizes and the next layer of the universe fills its place to rectify this now that the space is open.

This mean that Magus, being the fusion of all the versions of themself, is soulmates with ALL of the skeleton brothers. Now, soulmates are kind of a forgotten art in this world, it's a type of magic and most humans, having forgotten magic, don't know they exist. Most monsters don't pay much mind to it either since it's more nebulous than media makes it out to be. Your souls draw you together to meet, no matter what a meeting Will happen as that is destiny, but what happens after depends on if the individuals can hold onto that connection or even notice it in the first place. People who specialize in soulmate magic are like fortune tellers, they can't tell you specifics but they Can tell you what kind of mark your destined will leave on you or what their mark on you says if it's a word/name/sentence.

Magus has a special connection to soulmate magic, being naturally attuned to it as they see their soulmates in dreams (I have the same soulmate system set up in other works), it's actually how they learn magic and Become a mage in a modern post-magic world. Rus (sf!papyrus) teaches them via dreams because he's also a dreamer and the connection lets them talk! That is until they grow up and become teenagers and suddenly Rus cuts Magus off, creating a literal wall between them whenever they meet in dreams so they can't speak. Magus believes this is because they've become a mage and that he hates them for it. That's not why, but it's what they assume. And they hold that assumption for Years.

I could go more into Magus' story and why they become a Yandere, but the crux of it is that they are so starved for love and so single-mindedly focused on protecting their soulmates and being with them someday that morality kind of falls to the wayside. They think the only way they can show their love for the time being is by ensuring their soulmates are safe and happy from the shadows. They are a protective and doting yandere, what their love says goes. Of course, they can keep it cool and are very good at acting like they are perfectly normal to the point nobody suspects they so much as care about the skeletons, much less favor them over others.

Bringing Magus' job back up, they mainly work for the Underfell branch of the guard. Their direct partner is Fell Undyne, who is very obviously trying to kill them or at least get them hurt. The animosity between the fell monsters and Magus is especially obvious, as lots are still pretty iffy with humans and of course would hate mages especially. Why does Magus work with them then? Because it's safer working with obvious threats then one of the other branches filled with people who may try to get their guard down before leaving them for dead. They know to keep on their toes and won't slip up. Of course, not all fell monsters are assholes or hate Magus just for being a mage, just like not all tale monsters are nice. So there are some people Magus is chill with. The one they trust the most in their group? Red (uf!sans)

This dude is too busy and tired with his own shit to care. This friendship actually comes about in the strangest of ways thanks to a forgotten closet office. It's a small office that was obviously a closet before being renovated, nobody uses it so it's the Perfect secret nap spot. There's a beanbag chair in there and everything! Neither knew the other used the office until Red teleported to the beanbag and landed right on top of a napping Magus. They agreed to keep quiet about it and share the office. (Either that or it's Red's office but he almost never uses it so Magus had no idea it was his office until he dropped in on them)

Edge (uf!paps) is also chill, he doesn't care so long as you prove yourself and don't get in his way. Magus simps for has a deep respect for him as coworkers, though they don't work with him often as he's not on their team, they do see each other in the office. (It's not all action, someone has to write those field reports!)

Now onto Blue(us!sans)- yanberry will forever be ingrained into my heart and mind so you cannot tell me he wouldn't be BATSHIT as a yandere. This man craves blood. So anyways, Blue believes in soulmates- having the type where when you lock eyes you can see colors. He's been Red-Green colorblind all his life until meeting Magus, his fascination with blood kind of stemming from it. From the moment his eye's met Magus' he was hooked and is Always trying to call them whenever his team needs backup. He is a Magus supporter, if Magus has no fans assume he is dead. Everyone close to him knows him as the #1 Magus Fan and he is tied for the most devoted to finding out who Magus is. This man has a whole conspiracy board covered with colored string and news snippets about them as well as blurry pictures and whatever he can find related to them. It's his shrine in disguise except there is no disguise but he insists everything on it is imperative to his research.

When they do work together Blue and Magus are Absolutely. Fucking. Terrifying. This is not an exaggeration, this is an action drama aside from the romance and they mow through people like it's nothing. There is a specific joint move in my head where Magus traps a person in a barrier box with a floating lid and Blue runs up, jumps, and slams his giant hammer on the lid and it crushes the victim like a fucking hydraulic press- like a fucked up game of whack-a-mole. Magus is chill as ever and Blue is smiling and cheerful like always as they high-five a job well done. They look at the others like 'What? Did some get on us?' I swear Blue is normal around other people, he's actually really good at pretending to be normal, it's just that sometimes you're in the middle of a shootout and a brawl and the place is covered in red and the adrenaline gets to you and your crush is Right There so Of Course you gotta impress them! Y'know? The fells are terrified and also respect it. Blues own team? He might be sent home and put on probation with a psych evaluation pending.

Then there's Black (sf!sans). He's the one tied with Blue in trying to discover Magus' identity. He was originally ordered to follow Magus in secret and find out where they live as well as their true motive to helping the monsters, this of course led nowhere as Magus has multiple failsafes and waypoints to teleport between to get home that prevent them from being followed. But now it's become a game, a challenge, even after the order drops Black continues to follow Magus at every opportunity, even enlisting Rus' help to follow them for him and report back anything interesting (which is everything, he wants to know Everything.) Magus is, of course, Aware of this as they've recognized the siren's call of their soulmate's souls. Even if they don't know exactly whose it is until they meet face to face and memorize the signature, they at least know a soulmate is around and following them.

And that's the true purpose of this au, i thought it'd be hilarious if the skeletons were being creeps in the shadows and MC already knows. They can tell when the guys are around and following them, can sense their magic on anything they let them borrow, can sense the residual trace of their magic on the table they left their missing pencil on. Magus Knows, and finds this development and behavior absolutely Adorable. They hold all the cards and have just as much power and sway as the skeletons, but the skeletons don't know that Magus is stalking them back. There are things the skeletons put together or know that Magus doesn't, but in this regard Magus is the mastermind.

Not everyone falls for Magus though, some fall for the sweet human Y/n that they met at volunteer events. Y/n is very active in the community and is a staple for all the charity projects whenever a new mountain is opened. Since Ebott isn't stable the monsters have to move out fast before the next underground takes it's place, but often don't have anywhere to go yet so the community comes together to provide things like blankets, food, and other resources for the first couple nights camping out. Of course, over time the monster government has learned and prepares housing in advance but sometimes it isn't enough quite yet or it takes a couple days to get everyone moved in. Some may just take the opportunity to camp under the stars for once. Either way, Y/n has been at every one and quite a few skeles have fallen for them after meeting. In fact, most of them have! It's only Blue and Black that have fallen solely for their Magus persona, Red is in the middle as he fell for Y/n but also has been getting closer to Magus. He is fully ready to chat up both before realizing they're the same person. He only partially laments the loss of two hot partners but, according to him "they're sexy enough i can let it slide" lol

Magus' daily life as Y/n is where we see the skeletons trying to cozy up and flirt their way into their life the most as well as most of the yandere behavior as Y/n has Sans, Stretch(us!paps), and Red all actively stalking them. Papyrus too to a lesser degree as he knows Y/n as Undyne and Alphys' human friend that he always seems to just miss whenever he goes over. There is more story to that but this is already long and I haven't even gotten to all of the aus in play because for one time only- we've got dusttale in this bitch

Dust? Oh no dear reader- Magus fucking hates him and he feels the same! At first. No no, in this story his dead brother is one of THE main characters :3c I call him Phantom. See, Magus has 4 main types if magic they specialize in. Soulmate and Healing magic is what they're naturally attuned to, but Barrier magic is what they've studied the most. And when they learned The Barrier required the power of 7 human souls to break, they thought to themself 'you know what type of magic is perfect for acquiring human souls? Necromancy.' So they learned the basics of necromancy to gather the necessary soul power to break the barrier from the outside. But summoning the undead kind of leaves your soul open to possession if you aren't careful, wandering spirits may latch onto it as a source of energy to feed off of. Can you guess who latched onto Magus' soul? They later worked out a genuine pact and contract where Phantom could be called upon whenever and would also get more access to magic in exchange. But yeah, i meant it when I said soulmates are destined to meet no matter what, not even Death can prevent your fated meeting.

Phantom is very smug that he's already soul married to Magus before the others even got a date. He's The Worst, I love him with all my heart and soul. He is bonkers from the isolation of death and doesn't want to share with the living because they're alive and he's insecure. Only he puts this on Magus like 'hey you should totally die and join me as a ghost so the others can't have you :3' and Magus just sighs and grounds him from cuddles for the day. If Magus is in a life threatening situation he is completely chill about it because 'oh hey ghost time! =D' and then he'll pout when they make it out alive. Magus has to remind him there's no guarantee they'd be a ghost and that both of them would basically up and dissapear if it happened. He's a little delusional that it'll work out perfectly and they'll be ghosts together in the afterlife without all the struggling to stay together to not fade away he'd gone through before 6-6 =_='' he has redeeming qualities I swear. To be clear though, Dust seeing his brother's ghost is a hallucination and manifestation of his grief as in canon. Because Magus is a necromancer i thought it'd be interesting if he's just Also an actual ghost at play in the story. So like, Dust will be looking off into space talking with his brother and Y/n will be across the room with Phantom at her side and looking between them because they can't Say anything, but Magus being a necromancer reaffirmed that ghosts are real so people believe Dust that his brother's ghost is haunting him. It's a whole thing. Dust please get therapy. Magus doesn't like him because he killed his brother, yes they're taking sides in this, that's their husband. Don't expect much from dust, he's gonna get sidelined hard if I actually write this, I just wanted his brother lol. He'd rather die than date a human mage anyways after all he went through which is fair.

The introduction of the Horror bros is where things start really kicking off (though i have like 5 different concept timelines, this is the main one) it's when Blue first meets Magus and falls head over heels seeing them covered in blood and dust, it's when Black sees part of Magus' face and decides to put their mask back on rather than taking a closer peak and a picture- as Magus is unconscious and he feels he hasn't earned it. He didn't do anything, he just showed up. It was too easy. He wanted them to show him. It's when the horror bros show up obviously, and Chef (ht!paps) Immediately leaves his mark And sees under the mask so he's leagues ahead of the others right off the bat. Bones (ht!sans) is a little behind him in the uptake, i'm not sure he's realized they're also his soulmate too yet- they just seem kind of familiar in a way he can't place but he's glad his bro is happy. It's also when Magus and Phantom either first meet or create their pact. I need to refresh my memory but lots of things come together and start falling apart when the horrorbros come into play :3

Eventually they'll all live together in concerning unorthodox harmony but for now there are secrets and drama to be had!

[untitled-space-project]

[The crew is playing DnD together.]

July: You're walking down a hallway when you see a door.

Aster: Can I seduce the door?

July: No you cannot.

Shale: Can I seduce the door?

July: Also no.

Thrix: Can I punch Cassio?

July, sighing: Cassio, you take five damage.

Cassio: Well, I transform into a beaver.

July: You... do that.

Aster: Now can I seduce the door?

July: Still no!

Thrix: I want to punch Cassio again.

Shale: Could I fight the door?

July: No!

Aster: I also want to fight the door.

July: No one is fighting the door!

Thrix: Is the door dead or alive? Can I enslave its soul?

July: IT'S A DOOR!

Cassio: Can I build a better door?

July: Do you want to do that?

Cassio: I gather wood from the surrounding forests to build the best door.

Shale: Wait, is the first door locked?

July: No!

Shale: I open the door!

July: Good! Inside you find a small treasure chest.

Aster: I seduce the treasure chest.

July: OH COME ON!

[bunny-norris]

TEENAGE DREAM, L. NORRIS.

Word count: idek but it’s long af (oops)

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) i also can’t write smut too well so enjoy this monstrosity.

In which, his best friend was there all along, he just never realised it until it was almost too late. Best friends to lovers.

From the moment you were a little girl, motorsport was a big thing in your life. Your father and brother grew up being Formula One fans; it ran through your family. Your brother had decided he wanted to go karting, and ultimately you wanted to join him, wanting to compete against him.

It was on one of those early Saturday mornings at the local karting track, the air buzzing with excitement and the smell of petrol filling your lungs, that you first met Lando Norris. He was a scrawny kid with a mop of dark hair and a cheeky grin, looking just as eager to hit the track as you were. At first, you thought nothing of him, just another competitor in the line-up. But as the weeks turned into months, and the karting sessions became a regular part of your routine, you began to notice him more.

Lando was fast, really fast. But more than that, he was kind. In a world where everyone was trying to get ahead, he was the one who’d stick around to help you with your kart when it faltered, or share a laugh after a particularly tough race. Despite your fierce competitiveness and tough exterior, Lando seemed to see right through to the part of you that loved the sport not just for the thrill of victory, but for the pure joy of racing.

One rainy afternoon, after a particularly grueling session where you'd spun out twice and felt like giving up, it was Lando who came over and offered you his umbrella and a hug. "You'll get them next time, I believe in you, always." he said with that infectious grin, he wrapped his arms around you and whilst Lando was not the tallest boy you had ever seen, but he was much taller than you were, to the point that you hid your head in his neck as he hugged you.

"I'll never be as good as you Lan, you'll be a Formula One star one day I just know it." You told him, even though it was a tough day for you, you were happy for Lando, who had succeeded in winning the race.

"You're better than me, Y/N. And even if I do ever get into Formula One, i'll take you to every race, we'll always be together, always be best friends, I promise."

And just like that, from being just 11 years old, Lando kept his promise to you.

--

At just 18 years old, Lando Norris found himself catapulted into the world of Formula One as a driver for McLaren and you were with him every single step of the way. You were always his plus one to everything, every event he would beg you to go with him. Many people thought you were his sister, following him around everywhere, you were in every family photo, every red carpet photo.

But as you both grew older and Lando's career skyrocketed, your relationship began to shift. It was subtle at first, the way his touch lingered a bit longer, the way his smiles seemed warmer. Lando had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a kind of intensity that made your heart race. He would cling onto you like you were his anchor, hugging you from behind, holding your hand in crowded places, and giving you soft kisses on your temple that left you breathless.

It felt like he was treating you like his girlfriend, and for a while, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, he saw you that way too. But then, there were the other girls. Lando was charming and handsome, and the attention he got from the opposite sex was impossible to ignore. He would bring home different girls, be seen with someone else on his arm, and every time it happened, it crushed your heart a little more. You tried to bury your feelings, to forget about the way he made you feel, but it was easier said than done.

Max, Lando's other best friend, was one of the few people who saw through your façade. He knew how you felt about Lando, and he never missed an opportunity to encourage you to go for it. "You should tell him," Max would say, his eyes serious. "You never know, he might feel the same way." But the thought of risking your friendship with Lando was too much. The fear of losing him completely if things went wrong kept you from saying anything.

So, you focused on your work, throwing yourself into your career and avoiding getting involved with boys. It was easier that way, not having to deal with the pain of seeing Lando with someone else. But deep down, there was always that glimmer of hope that one day, he would see you as more than just his best friend.

Your life revolved around him, and as much as you tried to deny it, your heart belonged to Lando. Every time he took the wheel and raced around the track, your heart raced with him. You were there for his triumphs and his defeats, always cheering him on from the sidelines. And through it all, he was your constant, the one person who made everything better just by being there.

You remember the nights spent talking until the early hours of the morning, sharing your hopes and dreams. Lando would often tell you how much he appreciated having you by his side, how he couldn't imagine doing any of it without you. Those words kept you going, even when it felt like your heart was breaking.

One evening, after a particularly grueling race, you found yourself alone with Lando in his hotel room. The exhaustion was evident on his face, but so was the relief of having you there. He pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your head. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion.

You wanted to tell him right then and there how you felt, how much he meant to you, but the fear held you back. Instead, you held onto him a little tighter, savoring the moment and the warmth of his embrace. It was moments like these that made it all worth it, the pain and the longing. As long as you had him in your life, even as just a friend, it was enough.

But Max's words lingered in your mind, a constant reminder of the possibility that things could be different. "You're always going to wonder 'what if' unless you say something," Max had said once, his voice gentle but firm. And he was right. The fear of losing Lando was strong, but the fear of never knowing if he could love you back was even stronger.

—

The 'what if' thought became true though, soon enough you still hadn’t worked up the courage to say anything to your friend. You carried on as normal and that normal turned into him getting a girlfriend. Sure, Lando had been out with girls before but nothing serious, it was never serious, until now.

She was beautiful, kind, and perfect for him. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Lando still acted like your best friend, still hugged you from behind, still gave you those soft kisses on your temple, but it wasn’t the same. You could feel the distance growing, a subtle shift in the way he interacted with you. He wasn’t as close to you anymore, and while you respected his boundaries, it saddened you deeply.

You tried to be happy for him, to support him in his new relationship, but the pain of seeing him with someone else was too much to bear. So, you started to distance yourself. You didn’t go to his races as much anymore, making excuses about work and other commitments. You told yourself it was for the best, that you needed to give him space to focus on his new relationship.

One night, after a race in which he made the podium, there was a knock on your door. Surprised, you opened it to find Lando standing there, still in his race suit, his face flushed with emotion.

“You weren't there, why weren't you there?” he demanded, his eyes searching yours for answers. “I wanted you there, I needed you there.”

Your heart ached at the frustration in his voice, but you couldn’t hold back any longer. "It's not a big deal, Lan. I've missed other races before, I'm sorry I wasn't there but i've been busy." You told him, but he didn't want to accept that.

"You haven't been the same recently, Y/N, have I done something wrong? Please baby, just stop avoiding me."

You know deep down that you weren't everything to Lando, yet he treated you like a princess and treated you that way all the time. You'd had enough of the heart-stopping leap that occurred each time he called you "baby," "darling," or "sweetheart." He was using sweet nicknames for you, ones he should be addressing his lover, not you. Even though he may consider you to be his best friend, the nicknames weren't meant for you; they were for the people he loved.

You turned to face him quickly, something in your mind snapping with hurt. "You can't call me that anymore, Lando, do you not understand that? You have a girlfriend now, we've always been close, but maybe it's sometimes too close for me, it gives people the wrong impression."

"But you're my best girl, Y/N, we've always been like this, I don't understand what the issue is. It doesn't change anything between us."

“It changes everything between us, don't you understand that? You have a girlfriend now, Lando. You don’t need me following you everywhere. I have my own life, and I don’t want to get in the way of your relationship with her.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. “You can’t have it both ways,” you said, your voice trembling. “I can’t act like your girlfriend when I never will be. I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt to see you with someone else. I love you, Lando, and I understand that you’ll never love me back, but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep breaking my own heart.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Lando’s face twisted with anger and hurt. “You love me?"

“What does it matter now, Lando? It never has done before, so it doesn't need to matter now."

Without another word, Lando stormed out, slamming the door behind him. You stood there, your heart shattered, believing that your friendship was over.

You watched him leave, the weight of unspoken words and broken dreams pressing down on your chest.

--

Weeks passed in a blur of heartache and regret. You buried yourself in work, trying to forget the look on Lando's face when he stormed out of your apartment. The silence between you two was deafening, a constant reminder of everything left unsaid.

One Friday night, Max invited you out. “It’s just going to be a few of us,” he said, his voice casual over the phone. “No Lando, I promise. Just me, my girlfriend, and some friends. Come on, you need a break.”

Reluctantly, you agreed. Max’s girlfriend, Pietra, was one of your closest friends, and you missed her company. Besides, a night out might be exactly what you needed to get your mind off things.

When you arrived at the club, the music was loud and the lights were dazzling. Max’s girlfriend greeted you with a warm hug, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. You didn’t see Lando anywhere, and for that, you were grateful.

You joined your friends on the dance floor, letting the music and the rhythm wash over you. For a little while, you felt free, lost in the moment. A man approached you, charming and handsome, and you found yourself dancing with him. He was a bit too close, his hands lingering a bit too long, but you tried to enjoy the attention, anything to distract from the ache in your heart.

Meanwhile, across the club, Lando stood at the bar with Max. His eyes scanned the crowd, and when he finally spotted you, his heart clenched. Max noticed the shift in his friend’s demeanor and followed his gaze.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Max said, his voice cutting through the noise.

Lando tore his eyes away from you and glared at Max. “What are you talking about?”

“You love her,” Max stated bluntly. “You’ve been stringing her along for years, being best friends for years without telling her how you really feel, treating her like a princess but never actually telling her how much you want her. And now, you’re losing her.”

Lando’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Max sighed, shaking his head. “Yes, you do. I've been both of your friends since we were young, i've lived through every looking look, every pda sessions. And now look at her.” He nodded towards you, now laughing as the man you were dancing with moved even closer. “She’s trying to move on, and you’re just standing here like an idiot.”

"You're delusional," Lando says, rolling his eyes, sipping some of his drink. Max just huffs at him, "sure mate, really explains why you're just burning holes into the back of that blokes head that she's been getting quite close with tonight."

"He just shouldn't be touching her like that," Lando mumbles. "I think actually, if she consents, he can touch her how she and he wants him to. Looks like she'll be getting lucky tonight, at least one of us will." Max smirks, turning away from his friend, knowing his words will light a flame under Lando's arse.

And it does, before Lando even knows where his feet are taking him and stands just feet away from Y/N, and before he knows it, he's pushing the guy she's been dancing with all night. As he pushes the guy away he turns to Y/N cupping her face and pulling her lips onto his.

For a moment, the world seems to stand still for both Y/N and Lando. Y/N's mind went from dancing with a man she had met that night to now all she could think about the fact that Lando's lips were on hers in a way in which she never could've imagined.

Lando put his hands up in your hair and swiped his tongue across your lips, pleading for permission to enter, which you granted. You held onto his waist and drew him in closer, unable to let go of this moment. The fact that there were people around—both familiar and unfamiliar—did not concern you. You wanted all of him right now, so nothing else mattered. You never wanted this to end.

"My girl," Lando mumbled in between kissing you, going back to your lips, bruising them a little more with his mouth.

"Yours, always yours."

Lando let your lips breathe, learning his forehead against your own, his hands making their way up and down your back, getting close to below your waise almost towards your backside. "I love you, i'm sorry I stormed out, i'm sorry for everything. I've been in love with you since the moment you stepped onto that karting track, I never thought you'd ever want me so I never asked, and that was cowardly of me. But please believe me when I tell you that you truly are everything to me." He breathed, as you just stared at him, not quite sure what to say.

"What about your relationship?"

"The moment you told me you loved me, the moment I walked out your door, I ended it." Lando stared into your eyes, he chuckled slightly. "You think i'm going to stay with someone who I don't love when the girl i'm been dreaming about since I was a teenager told me she loves me. Do you know how many time I layed in bed thinking about you, about what I would do to you if I had the chance. I'm not letting that opportunity slip through my fingers."

Your eyebrow perked up at his revolation, wanting to know more. "You thought about me? In bed? Were you having some naughty thoughts, Mr Norris?" You joked, your hands going up to the back of his neck.

"All the damn time, I thought about your body every single moment, whenever you came to the races I would see you in those summer dresses, you have and always will be the most gorgeous person in the room. You have no idea what I want to do to you."

At Lando's words you felt a sensations rush right to your core, you had made him feel that way. Every touch he had ever given you, every kiss on the shoulder, on the head, every time he had wrapped his arms around your waist was now meaning something different.

"Then show me, you want me, I want all of you."

"Are you sure?" Lando asked, always the gentleman, wanting to know you were okay before anything else.

You felt brave, a new sense of confidence surrounding you. You weren't the most confident when it came to men, you never spoke your true feelings to them, you never spoke about your sexual desires with them. But now, something had lit a fire in you and you wanted nothing more than to have everything with Lando. "Positive."

You had both made a swift exit from the club and back to Lando's apartment, a place you knew so well, you had spent endless nights there, together as friends, cuddled up to one another. Some nights you would even join him on his stream, laughing with each other. But tonight was different, his apartment was no longer a hangout place.

The ride back to the apartment was full of sexual tension, and you felt it immensely. Whilst you felt surges of confidence, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Lando’s hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, making small shapes with his fingers, every so often getting higher and higher. Every time he would get to the point where you hoped he would finally touch you, he moved his fingers away from you.

You let out a whine, desperate for his touch. After all these years of pent up desire, you needed him to do something, anything. He rubbed your thigh, smirking at you. “Soon baby, just be patient, i’ll give you what you want soon enough.”

“Don’t wanna wait Lando, want you now.” You weren’t quite sure where what you were saying was coming from, but the way he spoke to you made you want more, you wanted more than what anyone else had ever given you during sex.

You pouted slightly as Lando just raised his brow, “carry on with that attitude and you won’t be getting anything.”

“I’ll just get myself off then, been doing it for years, i’ve gotten pretty good at it, you know.” Now it was your turn to smirk, though it seemed Lando didn’t find it too funny, his possessive side coming out even more.

He slapped your thigh slightly, making you gasp. “You’ll never do that to yourself again, the only person making you cum will be me, whether it’s my mouth, fingers or dick, only me you understand?”

“Only you.” You nodded, as he kissed you lightly, smirking knowingly to what his words did to you.

Arriving at his apartment, you both practically ran to his floor all the way to his door.

Opening the door, he pushed you up against the wall, slamming the door behind him, his hands cupped to your face, kissing you like it was your last night on earth.

His hands were everywhere, as were yours. His hands made their way to your breasts, spilling them out of the dress you were wearing, pinching your exposed nipples. Every piece of you he wanted to feel, and you wanted to feel all of him.

“Please Lando, want you inside me, please.” You moaned as he kissed down your neck, making sure to leave little marks in each spot he kissed.

“So needy,” he mumbled, but you just huffed again, trying desperately to get out of your dress. You felt hot, like your skin was on fire, wanting to feel your skin against his.

You pulled on his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head, finally being able to touch him after longing to for so long. You weren’t new to seeing Lando without a shirt, it was common when you both went on holiday or even in the gym, but this time it was different, you knew he was now yours and you were his.

Lando led you to the bed, pushing you on your back as he climbed on top of you, getting rid of the last of the clothing on you. “Dreamed of you for so long, dreamed of your pussy, how you’d feel, filling you up.”

His words spurred you on, you had never expected him to be like this, but god, this was better than you ever could’ve imagined.

He wasted no time in attaching his lips to you, something you had never really had the chance to experience. His tongue moved in ways you never knew were possibly, sucking on your clit, dipping his tongue inside your pussy. You felt like you could practically explode, coming close to your release.

Arching your back, gripping the sheets, Lando finally came up for air. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

Before you could even think, he flipped you over so he was on his back and you were on top of him. “Gonna fuck you so good, darling, gonna treat you so right.”

You felt practically drunk at this point, you lined up his cock with your core, sinking onto it slowly, feeling him fill you just right.

“Fucking shit,” Lando cursed, not being able to take his eyes off you, mouth slightly agape unable to find the words to say from the pleasure.

You started moving slightly as you got use to him inside you. Your breasts bounced as you moved, Lando’s eyes never leaving yours.

“Can’t believe I never did this sooner, so many years I could’ve had you all to myself, had you like this every night. Never fucking letting you go, gonna fuck you everyday, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Lando purred, encouraging you to go faster.

You nodded, barely being able to form the words to reply. “Yes, yes, please.”

“Good girl. My dream girl, so good for me.”

Lando’s pace quickened, making you both come close to climax. Both saying incoherent words of love and pleasure, Lando chanting over and over again about how good you felt and how he never wanted to let you go.

“Lan, i’m gonna..” You said, as his hand gripped your backside, you knew there would be marks there in the morning.

“Me too, baby. Come with me,” he said as you both looked in each others eyes.

Coming together, you fell against his chest, exhausted.

“I love you,” Lando said, pushing your hair out of your face, kissing the side of your head. Even after everything that had just happened, he still managed to treat you like the princess he always had done.

Your teenage dream had turned into something real.

do i know how to finish fics? no. Bon Appetite.

[xbinksc]

nsfw smut detailed alphabet with nicholas chavez plsssss

Ahhhhhh I’m so happy someone asked for this😵‍💫

LETS GAURRRRRR

Not proofread and very rushed do not come for me

Warning nsfw duhh

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

It takes him a second to get back into his body (if that even makes sense) but that doesn’t last long cause as soon as he regroupes himself he’s making sure you have what u need to be comfortable and of course the pillow talk is his fav! He does what he can to show how much he adores and appreciates you.

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

This man has worked hard for his body so naturally he’s proud of every part of himself but if he had to pick one it would probably be his thighs (and how u look riding them Oop-). Nicholas is an ass man at heart but is obsessed with your collarbones and your lips.

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

He’s messy af😫 when he’s not finishing inside you (with ur consent duh) he’s finishing on your face,your mouth,your stomach, your thighs or your chest.

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

he’s so obsessed with you that he can’t get off unless it’s to a video of you or has something of yours somewhere near him you laugh about it but you secretly love that you have that kinda hold on him😈

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

It’s no secret that before he met you he was getting around so he’s definitely experienced and knows what he’s doing but he’s also learned a lot from you considering he doesn’t see you as another one of his flings so it’s different for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy is y’all’s go to for sure he loves the view and grabbing u by the neck while slowly bringing u close to his chest😵‍💫 nac does appreciate a little missionary or cowgirl moment tho.

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

There are times he’ll throw in a few jokes mid fk but he’s quite concentrated making sure u feel good for the most part.

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

Very well groomed but he’s not very hairy in general

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

No matter what mood he’s in sex between you both is very intimate Eye contact, soft whispers, moaning in each others ears and hands linked together.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t jack off as often since you guys started dating but when he does it’s nothing out of the ordinary just a quick spank sesh lmao

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Off the top of my head edging,doing it in public, ice play,slightly masochistic

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

literally everywhere. He just loves the idea that he can pick u up and bend u over anywhere and anytime (with consent😋)

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

Doesn’t take much for him ur mere presence turns him on but if he was to describe a scenario it would most probably be seeing you do really “wifey”shit like something as simple as u sweeping the floor lmao

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

do not ask this man for a threesome���

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

A GIVER THROUGH AND THROUGH AND HE IS GOOD a little too good the view of you throwing your head back at the feeling of his tongue is equal to a Picasso art piece in his mind.

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

Usually starts off pretty slow but progressively gets faster and rougher

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

Quickies all day everyday🙂 jk but I’d say due to both of your busy schedules quickies are quite often between the two of you.

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

He’s willing to experiment but more vanilla leaning typa stuff nothing too hard core

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

2-3 rounds max but it’s rare y’all hit the 3rd round cause he lasts long and as I said takes it slow in the beginning so 1 round can last like a little over an hour

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

He’s willing to an extent but y’all never tried them nor made it a priority. You’re bodies are enough for eachother.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he absolutely loves to see u squirm under his control😵‍💫🫠he’s the biggest tease

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

He’s not very loud he’s more of a moan n groan in your ear type of guy

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

One time y’all came home from a red carpet event drunk and h0rny as hell so the second u hit the door step y’all got to it removing your clothes piece by piece while making out making your way up the stairs and unbeknownst to you his tie that he removed fell right under ur foot and you slipped and hit ur head leaving u with an open gash on your forehead so y’all had to make your way to the emergency room but fortunately you were fine just a couple stitches although having to explain to the doctors the situation was verrrry awkward and to this day Nicholas refuses to not carry you up the steps.

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

A good 8.5-9 inches and not very thick

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

It depends how many projects,interviews,etc he’s juggling. Naturally he has a high sex drive but he’s able to suppress it for the most part if needed.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s hype immediately after so during that time he’s usually taking care of you and getting glasses of water and the whole schtick but very often once he’s back in bed laying down it’s as if someone tranquilized him he just knocks tf out once the adrenaline is gone

[kaluxsims]

It took me a moment to figure out what to call this top. It's the shirts from my 4t2 conversion of @pixelunivairse's Samantha outfit as a top, without the shorts. But that outfit is an edit of EP15LayerJeans (which I think PlatAsp converted), and I converted a bunch of recolors for it by Standardheld/LadyFu. I wound up calling it SamanthaTop, but it could have been EP15LayerTop or something. I plan on doing a version with a longer undershirt eventually, but for now it's a crop.

It's TF-AF, Everyday only, standard morphs. Like most of my long tops, I didn't want to bulk it up too much, so it will clip with baggier bottoms.

The trouble I run into every time I convert Standardheld textures is there are just so many. I narrowed it way down, from 137 to 88. That's still a lot, I know. They're numbered, but this time I ditched Standardheld's numbering and they're just 1 to 44 for both the Country and Solid textures, same order as in the swatches. There are also the same 15 textures as my Pixelunivairse conversion, for a grand total of...oops...103.

Pixelunivairse + my recolors:

Standardheld solid:

Standardheld country:

Download:

REPO: SFS or MediaFire

Standalone: SFS or MediaFire

Credits: @pixelunivairse for TS4 mesh and textures, Standardheld/Ladyfu for TS4 textures

This somehow posted itself early, so...here it is, I guess. I'll reblog it later too.

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

Laughing, Asli shook her head. "Not exactly like that, but I would love to answer that! Ancient Egyptians believed that magic was a core part of every day life, whether that be using specific amulets for protection or to go spend time in a certain chamber of a temple--such as pregnant women, for example, who may be facing complications spending time in an incubation chamber within a Temple of Bes, who was a god associated with fertility and childbirth--to help. Magic was considered more so as a ritual instead of a parlor trick, like what we're more so accustomed to today. However, there were Egyptians who would commission for magic wands made out of hippopotamus tusks to use for protection when they're dead and journeying through the afterlife and to also keep children protected. We have two of those wands, if you'd like to check them out!" Leading the way, excitement coursed through her. It'd been a moment since she got to guide a tour herself, so she found herself happy to have this unexpected opportunity. "It is, yes. I grew up in Egypt and while I am a specialist in both the eastern Mediterranean and Near East region, especially ancient history, I primarily have a focus in Egypt. Though we do have to train our tour guides to ensure they have knowledge all throughout the museum. I'm the curator of this specific wing, the History of Egypt, and I personally love to teach our tour guides more about this section when it comes time to training them over here. I use to be a professor at the university as well." At his new question, Asli shook her head. "From what I know, the movie is based on a children's book of the same name. There are plenty of Egyptian tablets made out of stone or clay, and their magical properties were mainly believe to be for protection or to tell a story, whether of the gods or an Egyptian noble. I believe that the movie took inspiration from that, in a way, but wanted to elevate it more to make an interesting story, much like The Mummy films with Hamunaptra, a made-up City of the Dead the movie created specifically for the franchise, and having two versions of the Book of the Dead, which the book itself is real but is one book and is entirely different from the versions we have in the films." ||📜@cjwelford

For a split second, CJ was worried that the woman was going to call security and have him escorted out, just like that time at the science museum. But thankfully, she seemed to take his very serious question very seriously indeed. Whilst he was a little sad they didn't have the magical tablet, it was nice they had other stuff. "Oh, so they didn't have like...magicians pulling bunnies out of hats?" He asked, grinning widely, "Don't worry, that one wasn't serious." Look, the lifeguard knew people thought a loaf of bread was smarter than him, but he knew when to poke fun. "Yeah a tour would be great, thank you! So, like, is Egypt your thing specifically or do they have to train up everyone here to know everything?" It wasn't exactly a question related to the history surrounding them, but hey, she did offer the invitation to ask more. "And where do you think Night at the Museum got the idea for magical tablet anyway? Like is there some truth to it, like...urban legends?"

@draslihanxfahri-bailey

[undeadcannibal]

Summary: Headcanons for what the Task Force 141 crew, Alejandro, Rudy, and König got goin’ on below the belt. Part 2 can be found here!

Genre: Headcanons

Characters featured: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, Rodolfo, and König.

Warnings: explicit content

A/N: Forgive me, for I wrote these quickly when it was very late. Enjoy? ( Gif credit: xxx )

Ghost ― 8 inches, cut, thick af, and damn proud of it. *cough*Has a tip as pink as his lips oops*cough* Keeps things trimmed up a bit, but overall doesn't really have a preference. Smells purely of his natural scent yum

Soap ― 7 inches, uncut, and thick as hell. Feels like 3 to 4 fingers inside you. Doesn't trim or shave often, prefers leaving himself natural. Dark, thick, curls that carry the scent of his naturally thick musk wowowow

Gaz ― 7.5 inches, uncut, girth that stretches you out just right. Prefers to keep himself trimmed pretty short and clean when he can. Though, is willing on skipping a trim or two if his partner asks him to. Clean linen, and sometimes a little musk and sweat if it's been a long day.

Price ― 8.5 inches, cut, nearly as thick as a can, woof. Strongly prefers the natural look but will trim or shave on occasion. Always smells like a mixture of his natural musk, his cologne, and sometimes even a bit of his cigar smoke as well if he's had a stressful day.

Alejandro ― 7 inches, uncut, and fits snugly inside of you perfectly. Trims things up, but not much, we love a man with a nice, dark bush in this house. Smells purely like his body wash and cologne, though not to an overwhelming extent.

Rudy ― 6.5 inches, cut, perfect amount of girth to 'im. Trims up only when he feels he's getting too wild for his personal preference. Smells clean like linen or his body wash, will sometimes smell like his cologne too during special occasions.

Bonus! Konig ― 9.5 inches, dunno how the guy manages to walk normally with it. Hm… I'd say he's part of the cut crusader squad, too. Also so thick he leaves you aching for days meow <3 Trims and cleans things up when he can. Has cute sandy brown curls, imo. Natural & sweaty musk~

[fandomzwriterk]

Can you do a hc of Smoke/Tomas Vrbada meets female s/o who is a Kitsune? She can shapeshift into both her fox form and human forms, possess mystic fire, and likes to be mischievous.

A/N: abso-freaking-lutely I will! (This is coming from a Kiriko main who also uses Mercy) I friggin love Kiriko! I also apologize if this is long AF but I got carried away on this one🤣

-> You two met because of Hanzo

-> You had turned into a small fox, your 5 tails bouncing behind you as you crawled under the wall

-> So, you slowly and carefully made your way around the Shirai Ryu

-> It’s around this time that Hanzo is starting training under both Tomas and Kuai

-> So you stay in the shadows while you keep your eyes on all three men

-> Hanzo sees you, and you know it’s too late

-> You run, Hanzo chasing after you with the other two chasing after him

-> Hanzo calls to you as he corners you within a training room

-> You use your magic to make a flamethrower of fire come from your mouth

-> You basically burn everything

-> As you go to run, it’s Tomas that catches you

-> As Tomas holds you in a tight grip with you under his armpit, your back legs flailing in the air

-> Kuai Liang calls out your five tails

-> Immediately Tomas put you down

-> He knows what Kitsune’s are, having heard stories from Kuai and Bi Han before

-> Hanzo offers you a small piece of fish, as a payback for not realizing what he had done

-> You honestly didn’t mind, as long as you were free to roam

-> You left after that

-> You kept coming back over the next couple of months, your presence became the new normal

-> Hanzo treated you like a pet while the brothers treated you like you were a god

-> You didn’t hate it… you just wanted a friend

-> So, as you were walking through the door into Tomas’ room, you spied his clothes on the top of his bed

-> You jumped up and snuggled underneath them just right

-> And poof! You were human

-> Your fur had become soft and fluffy hair on your head, your eyes still the same and that mischievous look in your eyes

-> Oops, Hanzo found you in the room and he was confused

-> He attacked wondering where the “fox” went

-> And boyyyy did the brothers come running while you tried to run out the door

-> As you came around the corner, you and Tomas collided and fell to the floor

-> He almost attacked you, but hesitated when he saw you on the ground dazed and defenseless

-> He quickly knew it was you

-> Hanzo was confused and Kuai (for once in his life) was shaking

-> Hanzo then asked you to light something on fire

-> You aimed at a small tree outside and fired, a giant blast coming from your hand and turning the tree to ash

-> It was then Tomas noticed his clothes on you

-> You apologized and asked if he needed them back, but he said to just keep them

-> Kuai, Tomas, and Hanzo take you to dinner and Madame Bo’s with Harumi and Liu Kang

-> This became a regular thing every day, and sometimes Tomas and you would go together or with Hanzo or Kuai

-> He thought you were fun to be around, not just because of you being a kitsune, but because you and him had fun screwing around instead of training

-> Unfortunately, this did not amuse Kuai Liang, who was often the subject of your “pranks” with Tomas

-> You would still switch but one time, while you were in fox form, Tomas walked into his room and completely missed you sitting on the bed

-> Granted, it was dark, but as soon as you lit a candle with your fire breath, Tomas jumped when he saw your fluffy form

-> You might’ve given him a heart attack

-> Most of the time you stayed with him

-> Hanzo was nice to watch over while he slept since he had nightmares and you would make sure he slept comfortably and safe during the night

-> But Tomas was sweeter than Hanzo, Tomas would make sure you were in the softest spot on the bed even if it meant he had to move

-> No joke, you had started living there for about a year before Tomas asked you to turn human before bed

-> He said you brought him safety, just your presence was enough to calm him

-> You asked if that was because of your powers and he said no, that it was just you being with him that made him comfortable

-> So you turned human before bed (in some of his clothes), and that night you and Tomas woke up with him squeezing you like his life depended on it

-> He said he thought you were cute while he was half asleep

A/N: hope you enjoyed!!!!! I love kitsune things and I love learning about everyone’s different mythic taste! I went overboard on this one I think