#sigh…isnt he just so dreamy

[qpidkitea]

dad!felix who IMMEDIATELY does that hand cup reach back thing in the car as soon as he hears your daughter opening her snacks in the backseat. I mean he wastes no time putting that hand back there

omg dad!felix who can’t help but eat those banana and strawberry puffs for himself and when you catch him he pretends he’s “checking for hard pieces”

girldad!felix who stands with the assorted box of chips under his arm while smoking a cigarette at his daughters soccer games

dad!felix who gets peed on every time he changes a diaper

dad!felix who is still a child himself, throwing pieces of his eggs at his kids across the dinner table

dad!felix who sadly only knows how to cook spaghetti…very poorly

#felix catton #saltburn #felix catton x reader #sigh…isnt he just so dreamy

[dr-wormman]

Ermmmmmm working on something and using a new technique for coloring (at this point I've been trying new stuff for every piece this year I don't know why I bother telling you) so idk if I'm going to like it but we’ll see

#art #my art #wip #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #isnt he just so dreamy….. sigh

[eddiemunsonbignaturals]

saying grace

a slow morning— declarations— breakfast in bed. 3.8k words

eddie munson x reader smut, 21+

cw: pussy slapping, not choking but like if ya squint sure, oral without protection, lmk if there’s anything i should tag otherwise

heat.

stuffy stillness; warm, stale air; the scent of clove and tobacco on his breath, of your rosemary hair oil; itchy sweat prickling the button of your nose and your scalp; long, fine hair sticking to your cheeks and forehead; and damp plush—

you take sensory stock, counting all your fingers and toes as your claw yourself to consciousness, up through this syrup-trap pit of sleep. your sweetheart, your Eddie, stirs behind you as you stretch your legs and he closes the steaming gap between you, pressing as much of his skin to yours as possible.

you feel like a raw boulder, like a bag of sand, each 100-pound limb still too heavy to fight off the massive blanket your legs are tangled up in. some sunlight makes it through the thick shag of the blanket, and your humid little bubble glows a deep dreamy orange. you feel a different warmth in your chest that melds you to him, and you wonder if you’ve been here for decades, wonder if you’re really carved from sunwarmed stone.

you feel Eddie’s breath, a deep sigh gusting hot over your brow. his chin is resting on the top of your head. the hair sticking to you isnt yours; the silk scarf you sleep in feels as secure as ever! as in: its slid only halfway off your head, only mostly useless. but it is still snug enough to keep your curls back and off your face. you know your sweat is reverting the blowout further, but can’t bring yourself to give a shit. his arm anchors you to the bed by your waist. you try to sit up, but he’s not budging.

he’s started to “snore” at your gentle attempts at slithering out of the cocoon you’ve built for yourselves, and your eyeroll must be audible.

the slide of your free arm up towards your head where the blanket ends, just under his nose, selfish bastard, takes a whole minute; the slow crawl of your opposite-side leg to the bottom edge of this impossibly large goddamn blanket takes two. you abort the first mission and try to roll away from this chest glued to your back, but he finally abandons sleepy pretense and grabs your wrist in his notably dry hand. there’s a vent up there you can’t reach, and it makes your search feel even more dire. your eddie isn’t moved.

“don’t remember givin’ you clearance f’r travel.” gravelly, you think. so, his throat’s dry too. when he speaks, you feel the rumble through your whole body like you’re made of jello.

“don’t remember fucking asking,” you mumble, still sleepy. then you sigh, too. you don’t want to unstick from him, duh, its too comfy here frying alive, but you’re afraid if you don’t move now that you never will, and also maybe your teeth are actually growing moss.

“i’m roasting. eddie. edward. eddie, i’m dying, i’ll die.” his next shitty fake snore rattles your teeth its so loud, and then he doesn’t speak again.

yeah, fuck the scarf. eddie groans, annoyed at your fidgeting, but the sound lilts and lightens happily as you reach up to snatch it off with another huff. its basically soaked, and he’s pulled back to bury his face in your now exposed cloud of hair. he moans into it then pushes his pelvis slowly into you, then back, then forth again to settle.

it all feels so good, he feels so good; its too hot. but you’re too in love to even think of peeling all this skin apart. you’re rubbing against him where ever you can, toes gliding along his calf, hand sliding up and down his thigh, legs rubbing together like a joyful little cricket, and you feel the dark chuckle rumble in his chest as you wiggle your ass back—as if theres a centimeter of room left between you.

now, you’re realizing with a giddy thrill that he’s naked, that his cock is smushed between his stomach and your back. you’ve let a man into your bed, love a man in your bed, you cannot believe it. you have to get out of this oven or you’ll fall back to sleep like this—have to shower and brush your stale tongue, have to hydrate, have to figure out your hair, plan the day ahead.

or, not. no, you dont have anywhere you’d rather be, actually. you flex your glutes, he sighs, and you mull on how your purpose in life might end here: on your side wearing eddie munson like a backpack, his knee bent and nestled between your thighs, his heavy arm depressing your waist. his downy forearm is pressed up under your arm and between your breasts against your sternum, and eddie’s broad and callused hand is clasped tenty around your wrist. god, he’s everywhere, you can taste him from last night, smell yourself on his hands. of course you can’t leave, and he tightens his grip on you with the top arm while he winds the one outstretched under your head around your neck, forcing your chin up and back, snuggling even tighter.

but still, “it’s, hoooot,” you whine, and you shoot your free hand out into the world outside and flip the edge of the blanket down and over your hips as far as you can fling it.

fuck, yes, oxygen. you gulp the blessedly cool air into your lungs and wake up for real as if you’ve splashed water on your face; it tickles your nose.

he gasps at the chill, and you both shiver together at the splashing relief, but your little jolt ends while he keeps up writhing against you. you hum into his elbow ditch, eye closed against your sun-bright room, and kiss each little bat there in turn, then lap up the skin before it dries of his salty sweat. he feels your tongue in his sensitive funny bone like its between his legs, and he squeaks at the tickle. so cute, so fucking cute. you reach your free hand back to take inventory of him and keep up licking and suckling at him, up his arm and down as far as you can crane your head. but eddie releases your trapped forearm and intercepts, capturing the questing hand against your chest where his once was.

even with both hands full he tweaks a nipple somehow and you jerk, moaning only a little in pain. you’re twisting your head back to face him, but he’s tightening his grip, so you give up. “le’mme up,” you say to his bicep, and he lets out another ripping bear-snore.

the sweat cooling where the sweet chilly air rolls across your body is refreshing, and you smack your lips again and swallow against the drymouth. “need water, munson, come on.”

munson hums, faux thoughtful, and grinds his stiffening length against the rift of your ass. you do arch for him, you do sigh, but you hope he doesn’t feel your heart skip, and he says, “I think I know what you need, princess,” and releases one of your hands, freeing his own to drag roughly over your tit, then your stomach, then down between already spreading thighs. with the pillow-arm now braced across your collarbone he rolls you both a bit, just until he’s mostly on his back and you’re a little on top of him, both half-facing the ceiling.

the sweat, the heat, should be uncomfortable, unbearable, but eddie squeezes the luscious chunk of your thigh just at the apex ‘til you wince a bit, and its a different heat entirely that wipes your mind of practical thought. he shakes it just to watch you jiggle, then massages his way down to your knee, spreading you open.the cool air against your sex makes you shiver again— he might be able go feel the goosebumps as they shake you.

those ripples of movement through you make his cock jump, and his hand’s on the outer thigh now, dancing its way to the back of your knee, then hitching it up so your foot falls between his legs.

eddie groans again, short and deep like its wrenched out of him at the slide of his cock against your back, his slit already leaking a snail-trail along the curve of your bum.

“okay, good morning, baby.”

he asks, “can we make a mess?” and you answer by sinking your teeth meanly into his rounded bicep. its supposed to be, “yes please,” that’s what you say, but its muffled by all his ivory flesh in your mouth. eddie hears your accommodating, “yeph, pleaph,” and sets out to prepare his breakfast.

he’s hooking his foot around you knee and trapping your leg open, the prickly scratch of his hair lighting up your sugar-sanded skin like tv static. you press into him for the sensation, and before you can register how fucked you are, he tucks two fingers between your lips and spreads them, exposing your inner folds and swelling clit to the cool air. you hum a breathy ‘uh huh’ around his chewed and reddening arm as he rubs a v-shape up and down your wet lips, and he’s a little distracted with how the sound nudges him on, the little high breath it pulls from him. he’s like a furnace, his exhaust against your face makes you struggle against his grip again.

you’re torn between staying latched and turning to gnaw on his tongue instead, but anyway you repeat your encouragement—‘mm-hmm, mm-hmm!” —right there, exactly right, thank you. its like you’re innocent in this, just answering the rhetorical of his sure fingers. then, after like, eight passes? you realize he’s fucking around with you.

eager now, blood pumping a bit faster, you hump into his palm and he shushes you, so you do it again, and he laughs into your hair when your hips leave the bed to chase him. you grow bolder in your need for him every day, he can’t believe how lovely you are, that you’ve let him see you want him so bad. its a long way from the ice-queen he met all those months ago. but you’re still biting him, slithering your tongue along the seam of his locked elbow, needing the occcupation. not hard, not to bruise, jaw loose enough that he can hear it more clearly when you tell him, “listen, listen— i need water. le’mme up!”

no, actually. he doesn’t think he will.

you can hear the smile. “well, which one is it? you need me more? this?” he says, dipping just a bit below your hole and swiping up, making you twitch hard, “or water?” oh, please. “f-mmm,” you start, but he stills his hand over your heat and cups it like he’s shielding you, a warm cover. he’s got you, you’re safe and held, even trapped in purgatory.

then, “release me, heathen,” he has the nerve to order, so now you’re biting down with intent to harm, force increasing incrementally. he feels you try to fuck up into him again, and he’s running out of time before you break skin. eddie flexes his thigh— gets his heel into the mattress, in what you realize too late is preparation— his leg still traps yours down, a bit of a stretch burning in your inner thigh and hips and making you leak, coating your ass, and your other leg can’t unbend fast enough to close before he pecks your cheekbone through your fluffy hair and then delivers a burst of punishing sharp taps against your clit. the wet slap makes you jerk and squirm as if shocked, heat burning over your cheeks anew. you’re almost shy, now you’ve been scolded.

almost. you’re caving your stomach, curling in against the sting, trying to avoid another onslaught and sinking deeper into the heat building in your stomach, and at last you release his arm with shock, your high choked cries stutter and echo through his head, go straight to the root of him—‘ah—hah- ah!’ they’re forcing your mouth open enough for him to adjust so you can’t take another bite out of him, tighter now so you can’t turn your head.

free now, eddie slides down past your button again and you gasp as his callous catches it on the way down. scratchy, so so good, almost like new. you’re shaking one leg a little, craving more friction, so he dips into the well of sap leaking from your aching pussy, then back up to press lightly against the underside of your clit, swiping left and right, then around and around, no real pattern or rhythm. just reveling in the clicking and squelching of your running wetness.

but he takes pity upon your next raspy, “please? baby, please,” and slows his already slow circles, pulls out from between your slit. “still thirsty,” he concludes, and you’re asking so nicely. you’re so sweet for him in the morning, it seems, so much more willing to melt instead of sharpening, more ready to ask for what you need. he’s gentle in gliding up and down your outside lips, pressing down on them, then releasing your leg and arms together. he drops a kiss to your shoulder and moves to sit up, not breaking all contact, but you miss him behind you already. you grab his hand without thinking, suddenly worried he’s leaving the room but he doesn’t break your grip, just squeezes you back, kisses the corner of your growing pouty frown, and sits up to dangle over the foot of the bed, swinging his legs to lay behind your back.

you’re finally unrestrained but don’t move, can’t, except to press your thighs together and rock them side to side, sliding the two halves of you against each other. you knead idly at one breast, and ghost your finger tips across both nips, watching his body bend, his muscles move beneath his skin. you wait as he sits back up holding your full carafe of water and chugging it. he grips the fancy glass pitcher with both hands and gulps down half the volume, and you recall how he had scoffed at it when he visited your room the first time. you think of the meadow you laid in together, in a position just like this: facing each other, legs extended behind one another, fingers clasped in your weird handshake. like you’re about to play a hand clap game, like he’s going to read your palm. so comfortable hunched together from almost the beginning.

you take the carafe, and gratefully sip as fast as you can for a while as he watches your throat move, you naked chest rising and falling with each breath. his wide brown eyes chase the errant water droplets streaming down your jaw, dripping into your lap. he takes his time checking you out, following the line of you down for a bit, then movement catches his eye. you’re flexing your toes, content, and his hot hand finds your clammy ankle to cradle it, and the warmth spreads up through you, down to your soles. soothing, perfect. outside the bubble of that blanket, you’re colder again than he is, but he’ll let you decide to cover up if the spirit moves you.

he smooths up and down your leg, just because he can, because he knows this familiar ease still sends chills into you, primes you. you announce to yourself, “we have to like, get up and do something. can’t just sit here,” then you’re vulnerable, twisting at the waist to place the mostly empty vessel on your nightstand with both hands; eddie isnt one to waste an opportunity.

“that’s what i’m saying! time for breakfast.”

he’s tying back his hair, smoothing his damp bangs all the way back and lying down. you still haven’t placed the water jug yet— even empty, its solid and bottom-heavy— as he bounces to scoot down the bed, pressing his chest against the strawberry skin of your bum and thick thighs, you exclaim your vexation, almost dropping the thing down and then looking over your shoulder.

“eddie, jesus! can you act like,” and the question is forgotten as he slices his hand between your legs again, widening a gap big enough to fit his head through. your own sense leaves you— your eyebrows shoot up, your smile feels feral, but you let yourself be rolled half on your side again so he can lay more on his back, get one arm under your leg, and hook one hand around the outside of your thigh, hoisting you a little over his shoulder. you think of his rings, of what almost happened. then hes yanking you towards him with a satisfied grunt, so your ass is flush against him. he whispers his thanks at your sex, licking at the oozing evidence of your arousal— “there you are—” and he kisses your pussy with tongue, sucks one lip into his mouth, then the other, lets out a stuttering groan of relief like a starved man at banquet.

“eddie, jesus, eddie.” its a ragged plea, you sound wretched to your own ears, and you don’t know what you’re begging for. maybe a moment to breathe, maybe you just want his name in the air, want him to know how much he kills you, wants his —either way, his chest soars with it, abs flex to the beat. he lives for your pretty mouth around him, even like this. he wants to say, you slay me, you’ll never get it, on your sweat and soft laughter and scowls, i’m sated, but he says:

“s’ no time for saying grace, baby, save it,” and his mouth barely moves around the warning, too focused on lining up his nose against your weepy slit and taking in a big cool breath of air before pressing it in and smothering himself. he wants to kick himself when your giggle is cut short, because its he that robs you of breath when he puckers his lips around you ripe clit and sucks only lightly. you make up the difference when you squeeze his head between your thighs. he’s so at home, its silly.

the press of your thighs, the press of his against your back helping to prop you up. his lovely head peaks only a little past your tummy from this angle, and he sighs happily when your fingers rake through the front of his flattened curls, scratching at his scalp. he’s humping the air like a dog, and you just want to feel him. you reach behind again and this time meet fired iron, the generous sheath of flesh easing his way against your palm. he keens into your pussy as he devours it, hips already stuttering a bit as his eyes screw shut, as you squeeze him at the base of his thick, perfect cock, feel it jump as he knees you gently in the back. you pump it with as much dexterity as you can manage. you start words and can’t finish them, pitch climbing higher and higher as he licks you out and pants into you, pushing you further and further out of orbit.

“f—, sh—, gahh— eddie, mmm eddie yes, please, just like th—hng,” that’s you, trying so hard to sing his praises and failing. he’s too much, this early, and it’s knocking you out.

you work his length, and you’re pulling back the hood of it all and swiping the considerable pool of gelly cum around and around the head of him when he spurts hot a wet across your arm, trembling. you know its not over for him though, not nearly, but you abandon tricks and agility for something simple, letting him fuck your tight hand and twisting a bit, gasping.

he loves you, he loves you, he loves you, and he could live off the creamed honey you’re dripping down his chin, grinding into his face. he presses the message into your heat, with the knob of his nose carving the way through your folds, slurping and suckling to your rhythm. so sensitive, so responsive, he opens his eyes to watch your perfect tits tremble and bounce as your body jerks in time with his work. his tongue is almost too slick as he laps at you, flicking back and forth where you like best just under the crest of your puffy clit, so he presses harder, puts his whole face to work. it says, yes, princess, take whatever you need, fuck yourself on me, i’ll take care of you as long as you allow it.

you didn’t vocalize through the great long huffs of breath you heaved out at first, chest rattling, or moan aloud at the feeling of his nose burrowing deeper and lower with each swipe up and down and up again. but now the pressure is deepening in your gut, the snake of ecstasy curling and twisting you up inside as eddies evil tongue goes impossibly wide and flat, spreading your nectar all about, and he then narrows as he presses into the opening of your cunt. you can feel him testing you, not quite pushing in even though you know he feels you clenching around nothing, sucking him in, asking him in, and he won’t go yet. you’re panting now, and losing patience. you need his tongue inside, and have to say so. “eddie, for fuck’s sake,” and you pull on his scalp when you feel him giggle against you. “eddie, hah- please baby, please can i have it?”

baby, finally, “hmm?” you know he wants you to say it, so you have to, you have to push past the last shreds of prudishness and say to the room, “eddie, baby, please. would you please put your tongue in me? i need it, fuck me? fuck—“ and you hiccup another gasp, and let out a long solid whine as he pushes his tongue and two fingers into your sobbing hole, curling them in opposite directions to spread you open and search for the other buzzer, the vulnerable spongey spot inside you that set your whole body aflame.

he’s gripping your leg so hard it almost hurts, then sliding that hand up to cup one breast without looking, and with the fingers inside massages your spot relentlessly. your abs are seizing and your leg begins to spasm, you don’t have it in you to force quiet the short needy gasps he’s fucking out of you, breathy pants that each end in a whine almost like a question.

in the haze, as you approach your precipice, you grab his hand and make him reach up high to your mouth, where you suck two of his thick square fingers between your lips and bite down, just to keep him still. he presses down against your tongue and sparks dance behind your eyes with impending release.

you just need something to occupy your mouth while you come, he had said once. to shut me up? you had wondered, but no—he was right, when you couldn’t talk, or wouldn’t, you wanted pressure. every hole filled at once, to feel full, covered in him. and he could only oblige, ever the gentleman. you’re saying his name around his fingers, crying it,

and then the trembling reaches its zenith, and you’re bending your body around him, pouring into his mouth like a doomed ray of light around a fresh black hole, fucking his chin like its the last thing you’ll ever do. his gravity pulls you in so profoundly that you’re scared you might scatter into nothing. your gripping his hair so hard you know it has to burn, and the deep buzz of his moans, so throaty and mean they’re more like growls, run through you so deliciously it shakes you in the nape of your neck, curls your toes.

his mouth stays the course, but when the plunge of his fingers stretching you to bursting is joined by his thumb finally breaching the gate of your vicegrip asshole, soaked and winking, a thousand thousand tons of your being condense into an inch of space, your universe turns to one bright burst of white heat as you come all over him, gushing around his agile tongue and fingers with a cry that rips rough through your throat, sobbing high and tight.

you draw your knees up to your chest with him still between them, and he moves his mouth against your pussy still, kissing out of you slowly. then, panting himself, he watches his star collapse.

back against the bed, one arm draped over his legs and the other still clasped over your panting open mouth, shocked ‘o’ of your lips shiny with drool. he doesn’t have to pry your legs open because your limbs are back to jelly, and he doesn’t have to shield his arms from your teeth, because you’re still coming back to the world when he lays his weight on top of you, elbows by your ears holding him up. he coaxes you with kisses, reminds you, “come on, danishes,” and strokes your hair back and off your neck as you spread your legs to wrap around him, feeling his hardness settle wet under your drenched thigh. you come back to him with a deep breath and a soft whistling exhale, eyes fluttering open, and he’s kissing the teary corners of your eyes and grinning. not smug or gloating, just happy.

you say it together as he leans in to press his lips to your slick forehead, “love you,” and you can’t help but roll your eyes. he shivers at your nails along his back, your lashes on his cheek.

all your little tasks can wait, you think again. he looks at you like he has the world in his arms; you close your eyes and thank whoever’s listening for bringing you home.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #librastake #ice spice voice you thought i was feelin u!?!?! #this will be an epilogue/ bonus chapter to a chaptered fic i’m putting together soooo lmk if youre into it lol #shuffled around some lines a nd punctuation and yes it will happen again walked home reading THESE COMMENTSSSS THANK YOUUUUUUUUU #mine

[ishhbowl]

hey guys what if i made my ocs have fake tumblr accounts how funny would that be. imagine

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Hey girl are you a bicycle because I wanna ride you. should i send this to a girl i like i don’t even like s*x

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thats genuinely such a bad pickup line omfg im embarrassed for you…

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HE DEACTIVATED

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hes sooooo dreamy…… sighs

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Um whos this about haha

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Him

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why is ops url jizzy stardust. also i thought you deactivated

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So like that guy isnt your boyfriend right

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Isn’t that Dave Grohl??????????

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when ur leader says u have to invade earth but instead u just possess some random earthling to go to the mall like a boss 🤣🤣🤣 gleep glorp!! ✌️

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y does this post have so many notes wtf

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You just don’t get it

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my horny ass could NEVER get abducted by aliens

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Not gonna lie the red hair is kind of growing on me. It doesn’t look that bad to be honest

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Again I’m not reading that

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yeah imagine. that would be pretty funny

#i put so much effort into this post even though i know it’s not gonna get any notes. this post is for me and me only #oc tag #shitpost #fake post #fake tumblr post #oc #original character #io #shel #theo #jaz #sylv #alex #spacegirl

[churomo]

hi its the chiscara anon again.....Chiderer picnic in the forest after they met again (they meet UP! FREQUENTLY!). fatui chiscara stargazing because tha night is peaceful and its one of the few things they can do together under coverrr..Childe pointing out the stars and scara is just like "I know." but he's paying him so much attention and when childes nawt lookin at him he's just staring. it isnt obvious what hes thinking about but he's all "sighhhh...sigh dreamy sigh why does this idiot make me feel so ridiculous!!!!". clenches fist. i like chiscara i perhaps even... Love them?! chscr after a sparring session and taru is like laughing on the ground (typical postfight exhilaration) unable to move because of Course he had to fight the sixth Again and now he'll have to recover Again stupid eleventh wowwww... But scara walks up to him, n childe thinks the guys gonna kick him but, no he actually pats the guys head! and he doesnt process it until scaras like "good." and he walks away (Average childe tartaglia ajax behavior)

ooh… wait i like these actually

personally i hc fatui-era chiscara to be sort of… cold(?) to each other? in my head they have a tense, not-quite-enemies but definitely-not-friends type of relationship, and it’s after scara becomes wanderer that he’d try to be more cordial. idk if he’d tell childe he used to be a harbinger, he’d probably want to leave that bit of his past out in favor of building a newer less-violence oriented relationship wwwww

even then, thinking abt an occasional intimate moment despite all of that feels. right?? esp the sparring one… idk if i’m describing it right but thank u chiscara anon (*´∇｀*)

#ask #long post

[iknaenmal]

tell me about ur new hyperfixation babe

YES THANK YOU OH MY GOD

OKAY. OKAY LETS SEE

theres. well theres this baby who is satans son. and theres also crowley everyone say hi crowley. okay so theres also two demons and actually you know what ill talk about crowley and aziraphale sorry i have been thinkijg about them nonstop for the past four days.

OKAY LETS SEE. (this time for real) crowley and aziraphale have been best friends for like. 6000 years i think? well. more like "best friends" with quotation marks idk if you get what i mean. like uhh off the top of my head i can remember two scenarios. one time aziraphale was. i dont remember where probably england ig. and he said ohh id love to eat some crepes!!!! and he went to paris bc apparently the only good crepes are made there. i think i should also mention that the french revolution was happening then. and so aziraphale went there all dapper and . well french people were decapitating members of nobility and they thought aziraphale looked a lot like an aristocrat. so they caught him and were going to decapitate him but then crowley appeared and saved him. i just mainly thought the crepes thing was funny tbh

AND THEN THE OTHER THING I REMEMBER. well there was a church. and. okay there were a lot of things happening there lets see. i honestlt dont remember exactly what was happening there but umm. aziraphale was hired by some guys to get all the prophetic books he could find including the. the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter which he couldnt find. so turns out those two guys were actually umm. members of a mafia iirc? probably not but something like that. and they well they threatened to kill him for some reason. but aziraphale had been working with some random woman who came to help him. but turns out the woman was also a member of the midnight crew mafia and threatened to kill him as well. oh how the turn tables. BUT suddenly crowley appeared and was walking in quite a goofy manner bc the uhh. christian power of the church burned his feet or something. so well he introduced to the mafia guys and then he said oh yeah btw theres a missile coming right here and the guys were like wtf are you talking about they were gonna throw it somewhere else and oh rhis is confusing let me use quotation marks. so crowley said "yeah it would be very unlucky if it was thrown here. wink wink" and they were like "ummm i dont think what youre saying is true" and crowley said "ok i dont really care. also if the missile was thrown here my good friend aziraphale and i would die as well isnt that fun. we would need a miracle to survive to that. wink wink" so suddenly there was a missile and it exploded but crowley and aziraphale survived. bc of a miracle. probably bc aziraphale is an angel and can do that kinda stuff. and aziraphale is v thankful of that but then remembers the books which were rly important bc they were the first editions of those books. and crowley pulled out the suitcase the books were in from under a boulder and gave it to aziraphale. romantic music starts as aziraphale watches crowley walk away. flutters my eyelashes and i let out a dreamy sigh

Ok im gonna cut it here bc this is rly long but i think its pretty clear that im normal about them. completely normal

#ohh damn. sorry for this i think i went too overboard #oh well anyways #long post #ikna answers #kirboreturns #<OH YEAH TYSM FOR ASKING AHDJKSSNKS

[elithe31st]

little secret

hawks x male!reader {platonic}

req: me

desc: (you probably take tokoyamis place in this, your quirk doesn't get mentioned. quirk isnt important. you're tall n really lanky in this) being on patrol with hawks isn't all sunshine and rainbows, you learned that the hard way.

'kid? hey kid! can you hear me?' hawks shook you around. you blacked out after the no. 2 hero, just asked YOU to go on patrol with him. after a while, you finally came to your senses.

'huh? oh, uh yes! i would like to go on patrol with you.' you beamed at hawks, while he just smiled and pat your back.

'alright then! lets get going.' hawks raced out of the building, you trailing behind. once you two got on the sidewalk, hawks was bombarded with fans.

'oh my god hawks!!'

'can you take a selfie with me!?'

'sign this!! please!!'

'what's your skincare routine?'

'you're sooo dreamy!'

'heheh, are your wings sensitive?'

'hawks could easily beat endeavor, i don't know why he isn't no. 1 yet!'

it was all too much for you. you backed up from the mob, your lanky figure stumbling from everyone. finally, you heard a question that will stick with you forever. someone pointed to you and said,

'hawks! is that your boyfriend!?'

you both paused in disbelief.

'boyfriend? haha, he's my co-worker. i'm still single, ladies.' hawks laughed, almost uncomfortably.

your face erupted with red, shuffling out of the crowd faster than ever. once you were out of the crowd, you took a breather. being tall isn't that easy when you're stepping out of a crowd of mostly children.

hawks noticed you sweating on the other side of the hoard. he chuckled to himself.

'HEY! (HERO NAME)! YOU OK THERE!?' he teased. he put his hands around his mouth as if he wasn't already loud. he laughed as you covered your face.

'they're totally dating.' hawks heard one whisper.

'can't believe hawks has a partner, a boy nonetheless!' you heard another whisper. hawks decided enough was enough.

'welp, sorry to cut this short, my amazing fans, but we have some patrolling to do!' he walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he looked back at the crowd and winked. you both heard fangirling, fanboying and the sounds of cameras as you left.

once you two were away from the crowd, hawks sighed thankfully.

'sorry about that..boyfriend thing, kiddo. my fans can get pretty delusional sometimes, hah.' hawks smiled at you. it wasn't that celebrity smile he put on for everyone else, it was genuine.

'ah, it's fine hawks. there's just gonna be a million articles online, no biggie!' you laughed sarcastically but hawks just looked even more disappointed.

'hawks, seriously, it's alright. you probably deal with way worse.'

'heh, ya got that right.' he looked at you, not wanting the attention on his problems with his fans.

'hey, wanna get some chicken?'

'chicken? isn't that..cannabilism..?'

'just because i have wings doesn't mean i'm a bird. c'mon, if you want we can get it to go and crash down at my place. it isn't too far from here.'

crash down at his place? you mean, going over to his house!?

'um,' you checked the time on your watch.

'if you don't mind, let's crash at your place. if it's alright, of course,' you looked down at your feet while talking.

hawks pat your back—more like slapped—and laughed.

'if it wasn't ok, i wouldn't have offered. now, let's go get some chicken!'

getting chicken was a nightmare. after maybe over 30 minutes because of all his fans. you were ready to fall over and die. hawks opened his apartment door for you. you crashed down on the couch, groaning.

'uuuhhhnn...how do you stay on your feet all day?' you whined, spreading your arms overtop the couch. you watched as hawks set up a little table in front of the couch, the bucket of chicken on the tablecloth. hawks sat down next to you, handed you a plate, grabbed a piece of chicken and almost ate it whole it was so good.

you took a piece from the bucket and you started eating. hawks cleaned his hand with a napkin and turned on the t.v. some soap opera was playing and hawks turned to you and began talking, glancing at your face every few minutes to see if he should stop.

'so there was this one time —'

'and there was —'

'oh, also —'

'hey, i have a joke. —'

you never got bored of him. it was interesting to hear what happened on his many hero adventures. you were just happy to have someone to talk to and it seems hawks felt the same way.

...

that night, you slept over at hawks' house..on his couch..in the no. 2 hero's house. you found it weird that hawks didn't tell you to leave, but you were tired so it just..slipped your mind. it was your guys little secret.

#mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x gn reader #mha x male reader #hawks x reader #hawks #hawks x male reader #keigo tamaki #keigo #tamaki #pro hero hawks #$hawks

[dazesanddoodles]

modern au where ben and dave meet first in a book club (maybe called something ghost related, like the phantom page or smth) and become close friends

klaus drops by one day and dave pokes ben in the shoulder and is all like “ben. ben i think im in love.” and benny boy like “ew of all people, why my brother ‘,:/” and it’s just ben being over the pining from both ends and making them express their feelings

#pls ben just rolling his eyes at dave waxing poetry about klaus’ eyes #dave: *sighs in yearning* isnt he dreamy #ben: he literally gave you a dead flower he found on the sidewalk #dave: *doodling hearts in the book of the month* so romantic #ben dave friendship is underrated and i love them #they deserve the best #dave is the himbo to ben’s... working braincell?? #idk but stan them #tua #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #tua ben #tua dave #tua klaus #tua klave #klave #ben hargreeves #dave katz #klaus hargreeves

[ashiemochi]

Hihihi<3 invading your inbox to say ILYSM and also: how do you think Leon (maybe RE4 or RE2 <3) would react to an MC who likes to visit him when he's at the office to deliver home mademade lunch (cause this dummy never packs one smh) and sitting with him to eat their own lunch with him? Like making sure he's taking care of himself and eating and YOINKING HIS JACKET/UNIFORM JACKET (of re2 leon hehe) WHEN HE ISNT LOOKING EJEBEJDBEID <3

HASJDHAJSD PLEASSEEE RE2 Leon would be so excited to work in the new police office that he'd forget to pack his own lunch. Stomach empty and desk filled with paper work, Leon thought he'd just have to chug water to fill the empty space.

But then you came in like the angel you are, knocking on his door with an excited smile, "May I come in, Officer Kennedy?"

Leon instantly blushed at that and nodded, "You know, you don't have to call me that, y/n."

"Why not? You are one." You pouted, entering his office and Leon noticed the plastic bag you had, eyes lighting up as he sat straighter on his chair. You giggled at his reaction.

"What's that?" Leon asked even though he knew the answer as you stood in front of his desk.

"You forgot to pack your lunch so I made us a little something." You smiled cheekily, taking out the two bento boxes you had packed and offered him one.

"Holy shit, I'm so in love with you."

It felt warm on Leon's hands and his mouth watered then he opened it. Perfectly steamed rice with a cooked salmon on top it was in one side of the bento box and on the other was some chopped up veggies. The smell of the salmon itself made his grumbling stomach just NEED more.

"Just take it slow, they're still hot." You advised as Leon picked up the spoon and shoved a spoonful of rice into this mouth. Your eyes widened at how he wasn't even bothered by the heat and chuckled, beginning to eat from your box.

"Guess it's good I came on time, hm?"

Leon nodded at your words, slowing down to thoroughly chew your food, "You have no idea - even the snacks' machine was out."

You two talked and chatted for the next thirty minutes, him updating you about his first day so far and you telling him about your day. As you were packing things up to leave, Leon stood up and nabbed his wallet as he rounded his desk. You blinked, confused as you watched him.

"Where are you going?"

"Get us something to drink."

"Leon, there's no need, I -"

"Hey," Leon stopped in front of you to cup your cheeks, mushing your face a little so your lips formed a pout, giggling at your reaction, "You fed me, so it's my turn to do something. Do you want coffee or soda?"

"... Mocha."

"Got it. I love you." Leon gave you a toothy grin before pecking your lips and practically bounced out of the office. You found yourself leaning back against the desk with a happy sigh.

"I love you too." You muttered into the empty air then your eyes landed on the officer jacket he had over his chair. You glanced at your watch, cussing under your breath. You were going to be late for work.

It took about five minutes for Leon to get the drinks and was going briskly down the hall only to bump into you. His eyes widened a little with a frown when he knew you were heading out.

"You're leaving already? But I got us some drinks." Leon pouted, hating that you were leaving so soon.

"Awh, thank you," You smiled, taking your iced mocha before leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek, "I've got to go back to work but I'll see you home, okay, handsome?"

A dreamy grin was on his lips as Leon nodded, ears turning pink at your public affection, "Okay, princess. Stay safe."

"You too."

You began leaving and Leon rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, trying to ignore the butterflies going wild in his tummy as he watched you leave. Then he blinked.

Wait. That jacket is a bit too big on y-

No way.

Leon instantly went into his office, finding his chair empty of any jacket and a small plastic container with a folded note on the desk. There were fruit inside; kiwis, strawberries, and some blueberries.

"Much love. Cut them just how you like em <3 Maybe I'll have something extra special prepared for you at home ;)"

God, was he really deeply and madly in love with you.

#leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil infinite darkness #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #cupid answers #leon scott kennedy smut #resident evil 2 remake #leon kennedy thirst hours

[mojwisungie]

hc | boyfriend ♡

req (from: moon-jun) ➥ : hello love! i found your blog a few days ago and i just love it so much! i was wondering if i could request a general boyfriend hc like the one you did for mark and jaemin but for renjun and jisung? 🥺 take all the time you need if you end up doing this and have a wonderful night/day!! 🤍

☄︎ with: huang renjun, park jisung ☄︎ lou.note: no thoughts. just renjun and jisung as cute soft boyfies

ੈ⋆ mark & jaemin ver.

Renjun

the perfect-half, dreamy boyfriend

he’s never had anyone so close to him, so he gives off those magnetic vibes

youre always drawn to him whenever he’s around

and he wont complain about it

because he loves having you beside him

watching movies? you’ll be sitting with him on couch with his arm over your shoulders

cooking in the kitchen? youre gonna be attached by the hip literally

if you asked him to teach you how to paint, you bet he’ll hold your hand

he does things with you on his mind all the time

at the mall, he would see a bracelet and instantly think “y/n would love this”

at the dorms, he’d send you the same food he got for him and jisung bc he knows its one of your favorites

he can be quite stubborn when it comes to most, but besides his parents, its you he listens to

one time he was asked by the dreamies to cook for them since he’s the only one who didnt have a schedule that day

and he paid no attention EVEN when jisung pleaded

the only way they thought of making him cook is by having you ask him

so over call, you ask him “yeobo, have the guys eaten dinner yet?”

and he goes “nope but they’ll cook soon i think? dont worry about them”

what he didnt know was jisung dramatically sighed behind the door bc he thought his plan wasnt going to work

they just want a home cooked meal T_T

you tell him that you think it would be nice if he does it for them since it was his rest day

renjun doesnt even suspect a thing bc the way he answered “hmmm you really think so? alright i’ll go to the kitchen for them” was so innocent

in return though, you had to stay on facetime with him

everyone dropped by behind renjun to and mouthed thank you to you bc of your heroic act

it goes the same to you too- renjun would usually be the only one to pull you away from studies and get you to eat and sleep

your whole family knows him at this point as well

you know that story where he bought his cousin (?) an album and asked who her favorite is from his group?

he’d probably do that with your siblings or cousins

dates with him are chill

museum dates are a thing of course

and he’d definitely tell you youre the most beautiful art he has ever seen every time 

other dates will be in art cafes or at the dorms 

if youre both really free, you two might fly out to see his family (⁰▿⁰)

along the way, you’d be surprised at the number of actions he uses to make you fall for him even more without him knowing

you and him dont really believe in the saying that you need to find your other half

renjun is perfectly whole alone, and you are too, but complete is the word to describe you two

Jisung

the child-like, extra-ordinary boyfriend

as old as he is, he still needs your full attention when youre with him

he grew up with having the dreamies as older brothers who do a lot of stuff for him

and his hands... his big hands are sure to be destructive

he knows about it so he doesnt really mind when all of your attentiveness is all on him

this boy isnt aware on how to do a number of things in his life so he’ll definitely be thankful if you can teach him!

be prepared to be in some sort of communication with him whenever he’s doing something he usually doesnt (washing the dishes, doing laundry, making a smoothie, etc.)

youre the only one allowed to laugh at him. no one else

you do have a time limit though bc one time you laughed at him for more than a minute straight and he kinda got ??? pouty 

jisung is still young, so his feelings are often not handled or brought up well

that one time you laughed at him? yeah that lead him to ask you with 

“do you think im enough to be with you? dont you think im too immature, y/n?” 

and youre like “no baby omg of course you arent!! 🥺”

besides that incident, you have to reassure him that he’s never too naive in a lot more days

you dont mind though bc what you said is true anyway

he really isnt childish, he just needs to know more about adult-ing

you tell him that in your opinion, being childish and child-like can be two very different things

bc one thing you love about him is actually his child-like tendencies

its the thing that helps the two of you have fun and make beautiful memories

jisung is no doubt an exceptional guy to be with

he doesnt know much,,, but at the same time he knows too much as well?

his thought process is:

y/n likes this  ⇢ i should buy an upgraded version of it

you like flowers? there will be infinity roses delivered by your door

you like accessories? here, take this other necklace that he bought so you two can match

he’s also so spontaneous

he loves to see you happy with the plans he suddenly comes up with

he sees a new playground bulit near the dorms? he’ll take you there as soon as youre free

youre bored? well then the sun is up and so is he for a day at the amusement park

nerf guns are on sale? his immediate thought is to buy one for him and one for you 

you even went on a walk at 2 am to buy bungeo-ppang (ง ื▿ ื)ว

and all of those are actually counted as dates by the two of you

but chenle told him that he should bring you to a restaurant and not to a 7/11

so he schedules a monthly fancy date for the two of you

but dates are often just at the dorms or his house

at his house, you two would learn how to cook from his mom 

at the dorms, you’d binge on movies and play pubg or wii

people will say youre both still young and might meet other who are better

but he isnt convinced by that

jisung is more than willing to grow and be better with you- for you

#nct #nct dream #nct renjun #nct jisung #huang renjun #park jisung #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #renjun imagines #jisung imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #renjun scenarios #jisung scenarios #nct headcanons #nct dream headcanons #renjun headcanons #jisung headcanons #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #renjun fluff #jisung fluff #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #renjun x reader #jisung x reader

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

I'm. The new covers, op. The new covers. Gosh. Both of them hold so much symbolism. And technically they both are canon, they are both original ideas that could perfectly be valid. Horikoshi simply found something better. But anyways, I'm going to go ahead and ramble about it because Im- Op, prepare for a long ask! Hope you like it!

So!

On the one where Katsuki's the one in the picture, he's not on his knees like he is in the other two covers. Instead, he has his face down, body forward, one hand on one leg, the other one holding out for something...He's bowing. Bowing in Japanese culture is a pretty big deal. Hes not just tilting his head a bit, his head and body are on full on commitment.

Such a tilted bow means a LOT, specially from THIS guy, Mr dont let anyone walk in front of me. Even more when hes not just bowing, but accepting such an open display of given help, Mr shonen anime lone wolf. Accepting something he always has trouble admitting to. Accepting the past, accepting the wrongs. Accepting Izukus help means so much, and that's what these three covers have in common.

His hand is sctretching out. He's ready to say yes to that hand out in the air.

(Ps. I wonder if he's watching his own reflection on the water in this panel, as well?)

Hes in middle of the picture with those childhood friend at the back, which means audience. It means letting people see what hes done, what he's sorry for. He is being open and exposed and vulnerable. That's no fighting stance.

Remember guys, in case you haven't noticed before, Horikoshi puts lots of metaphorical value in his manga and on his covers. Sometimes you've got to dig in deep and think to get the bigger picture. And in this case, the bigger picture screams regret and wanting to make things right from the start.

This cover occurs in the past, at the moment where everything started, and Katsuki fully remembers this. Katwuki has thought of this, is thinking about this. He's had eye bags for gods sake, he's clearly troubled by all of what it means.

These three covers are the visual explanation of what's going on inside Katsuki's head, because this is clearly focused on him and his perspective.

(Ps. Rivers symbolise the massage of time. If that doesnt add to everything else, I dont know what to tell you.)

So! Next!

Wow, if this isnt one of my favourite things ever. Okay. Christ.

I have two options here. Scratch that, three options. Scream into the void, scream into this post, or actually make a good presentation of my inner turmoil. I'll have to go by the third option. (Haha. Just like horikoshi did. Dont # me, I'm funny in my head.)

This cover melted my insides, froze them all over, and hit me with them like a hammer.

I know they're kids, but let me get this straight-so kids seriously look at their friends with these looks in their eyes and think "ah, yes. This is my very good friend. This gentle smile and kind look I'm giving him as if he was my whole world? Well, hes just a very good friend."

I looked at my childhood crush this way, I dont know what to tell you.

Anyway, let's actually jump to the information at hand.

This panel seems like it's making a reference to what Katsuki wishes could have been. And if that's not absolutely soul-crushing...this cover is Katsuki's feelings, guys. These are probably his very thoughts. This scene has gone through Katsuki's head at some point.

We've got Izuku in his stuck up pose all over again, in just an awkward angle. It's like katsuki isnt looking AT this katsuki right now, but at the spot where the actual past Katsuki, at some point, was. As if this Isuku is frozen in time. Dont believe too much in this paragraph, I still have my doubts about that, but I feel it's a possibility. Izukus eyes seem to be focused on the water, while Katsuki is just the tiniest bit back, reaching for Izukus hand. And gosh.

I dont think I've ever seen older NOR child Katsuki have this look plasted into his face before. He's...sheepish. Kindly, awkwardly sheepish. No hate, no anger, no shame, no nothing. His face is clear and sweet and has this "Whoops. You got me. But thanks." kind of expression on.

The hand behind his head, just the tiniest but embarassed? That little smile? It's all so soft.

Rambling about softness though- I really liked the hand scene in this particular panel. If you close up your view, you realise that theres no effort to pull anyone out of nowhere. In this panel, they are simply holding hands in frozen time for no purpose at all.

Katsuki has his hand around Izuku...simply holding there.

Again, because the angle is awkward, it's kind of messy, but you get the point.

It's all simply beautiful. Horikoshi clean likes give me life.

And lastly. The actual cover.

I screeched so hard when I saw this. My first instinct when seeing this for the first time was to straight up go trigger happy fingers and write about it to my friends. Christ.

Everything is so...SOft. horikoshi made a good decision by mixing both previous drawings in one. We have parts of the two covers in one, which is amazing. In this one, Katsuki isnt alone, as Izuku's there too. But we dont have the audience either. Probably because the main focus on this panel is no one else except them two.

Again, Katsuki looks like he's bowing, but instead of looking all the way down, he's in the middle. Not looking at Izuku nor looking at the ground, like it shows in the previous covers. Instead, Horikoshi found a middle ground. He's looking at his hand. At the gesture.

Hes not holding hands quite yet, but his hand is there. At arms reach. Not close enough but there. Wanting.

Theres so much regret and again, softness.

Again, like you Op said a bit bad, the angle is off here. This is present Katsuki remembering his past. The angle is off because this Izuku isnt holding out for our Katsuki. This is a memory. A wish. Katsuki's wish.

(Ps. Izukus trousers drenched in the rivers water. This detail was so nice. It's a subtle action that describes Izukus characterization so much. Izuku went in the river with Katsuki in mind, not caring if he got his clothes soaked in the process too. For Izuku, only Katsuki was there. And for Katsuki, only Izuku is.

As a plus, I can't believe the cover of this is literally called Bakugou Katsuki rising. They named the entire thing after that one chapter. Actually, I very much, totally believe it. It's the moment so many people have been waiting for, after all. The moment so many scenes have been amounting for, little by little.

*dreamy sigh*

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little thing, I had to get it out of my system and dont want to bother my dear friends anymore than needed.

Have a good day, OP! I'll stay updated!

You kinda just...took my heart and curb stomped it, not gonna lie. Your observations are so beautiful and so accurate. The sketch with little Bakugou taking Izuku’s hand is so...raw, and yeah, that expression is definitely one of love. Those eyes, the way he is HOLDING Izuku’s hand, not TAKING it. He isn’t taking it to stand up, he is literally just...holding it. 

That isn’t the way you take someone’s hand when you’re trying to pull yourself up. It’s an awkward angle and just...wouldn’t work right. No, he is literally just holding his hand, and that’s exactly what Bakugou wishes he did all that time ago. He wishes that he not only took Deku’s hand, but held onto it. Held it as if it were something precious, something to be cared for and protected. 

These are Bakugou’s true feelings expressed in these drawings, and I think Horikoshi released them on purpose, to show us more of what he wanted Bakugou to be feelings through all of this. Since after all, we know that Bakugou expresses himself in action, not so much words. And because Horikoshi is an absolute genius, he thought to give us these other glimpses in how he feels through these actions. 

And the other sketch with him bowing his body to Izuku, and the way the log looks like it’s on his back with his ‘friends’ on top of it. 

The pressure of needing to be the coolest, the strongest, the best. Those kids put that kind of pressure on him, even if they never realized it. They encouraged his behavior and fed his ego, and it never allowed him to see how he was wrong. But now he is realizing it, and he is bowing himself in light of that acknowledgement. He is lowering his head and putting his pride away, so he can get back what he lost all those years ago; the opportunity to take Izuku’s hand.

To take the hand of the only one of those kids that ever loved him unconditionally. Who never pressured him or expected him to be invincible. Who saw all of his flaws and was completely prepared to support him despite all of it. The only one. 

I’m just a mess over all of this, and I am so incredibly thankful to Horikoshi for creating this beautiful relationship. AND IN A SHOUNEN MANGA, NONETHELESS!!  

Thank you friend, for your beautiful thoughts. I think they’re spot on, and I am so emotional all over again because of this. 

#bnha spoilers #bnha #mha #bkbk #bakudeku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #deku #bnha meta #bnha analysis #blackiee-is-heree #asks #basketball idiot #basketball idiot replies

[ccaptain]

Every odd number gogogo

PELTS YOU WITH ROCKS then kisses ur forehead -- @11fatui

Is your muse a good kisser?

kaeya is extremely good at doing ANYTHING with his tongue. i'll leave the answer up to ur imagination :3c

3. What would your muse’s ideal date be?

be courted and spoiled a little bit! his partner could come and get him from his house, a nice dinner with wine that he'll be forbidden to pay for (he will protest. however don't be fooled, he will PREEN if his partner is determined to pay everything) and a nice walk out at night when mondstadt is deserted... push that romantic setting up in his ass, tell him that you want him and all the nice things he's STARVED to hear with honesty and you get him..... assuming that this is yalls third/fourth date. *PLAYS ROMANTIC VIOLIN MUSIC*

5. “How easy is it for your muse to say, “I love you”?

hoo boy it's......... not. love is a commitment kaeya would commit himself fully to, but others tend to be less faithful that he is towards his extreme idealization of love. i mean... he committed to be a son in the ragnvindr family and you can see how that turned out. absolutely ANYTHING that kaeya commits to is destined to go up in flames so hes just like ''.')'' like man, if he had to commit himself to a person who would flake on him i think that he'd get even WORSE than how he is now. if the other person says it first after enough time to understand just how precious these words are for him he'll be in the commitment and you'll most likely never find a partner as devoted as him... say the words too soon, however, and you'll send him running for his life. also, chase him and he'll act like a feral cat that you're trying to feed: be distrustful, and if you push you'll undo any progress with him. romancing kaeya is an EXTREMELY difficult. he's like that fucking secret hidden romantic route you find in a game except that everything is fucking bullshit up until the very end of it, where you yell at the screen for 3 hours then close and uninstall the game in frustration 8D not to mention that kaeya disillusions himself also thanks to crepus, who in my headcanon was that he filled baby kae's head with dreamy words about his ''soulmate'', the ''love of his life'' etc so much that kaeya internalized this and if the spark isn't immediately there and brings him on cloud nine, and if it doesn't he walks away. upsie!

7. What is the longest relationship your muse has been in?

VIGOROUSLY POINTS AT @11fatui. if we count that the relationship has been on since we made our blogs, i'd say they've been in for a good 3-4 months. DAM

9. How physically affectionate is your muse with their partner?

not a lot unless he's extra comfy with physical contact or the other person initiates!

13. What physical attribute does your muse find most attractive?

points at chests. buff. SWOLE. show a bit of forearms and he swoons. he's also into stupidly high-powered people who give him a challenge because these people sure won't risk dying and he won't suffer their deaths if they can kill the other opponent faster! he also like bold and brash types who can back up their words with strenght. also, if you have long slender fingers then that's just a bonus :D

*looks at the description and realizes that it's childe* *SIGHS VERY LOUDLY* he's so fucking gay

13. What personality trait/type does your muse find most attractive?

BOLD PEOPLE. strong types. despite being perfectly able to defend himself, he doesn't mind if his partner is stronger than him as long as he gets to be taught some of their tricks and they don't treat him like a fragile prince who cant handle a little roughhousing. he likes honesty that borders on stupid since if someone isnt truthful he will literally and canonically look at them in the eyes and unravel their lies, so... the truth is attractive to him. chatty people also do the trick because he doesn't have to be prodded with questions as they talk his ears off. if they're morally skewered? he's fucking in. he likes the danger :3

*looks at the description and realizes that IT'S CHILDE, AGAIN* OH MY GOD *PUNCHES THE DESK AND LEAVES THE ASK MEME*

15. Does your muse like receiving gifts from a potential partner? If so, what?

anything???? expecially alcohol or things to collect, or jewels, OR gifts that he can wear. gift him something and see him turn bashful for 0.3 seconds then try to sound smug again. i DARE you

17. Does your muse like being asked out, or do they prefer to do the asking?

being forward and taking the initiative is sexy for him :eyes emoji:

19. Would your muse prefer a spontaneous date night, or a planned night out? 

you know... let's go with both. he likes to have a schedule and savor the anticipation to certaint things, but impromptu dates are also fun! expecially when there's some chaos in the mix and nothing goes as planned. two extremes, and he's both of them

21. Does your muse fall for someone quickly, or does it take a bit to win their heart?

let me copy paste from another ask: ''romancing kaeya is an EXTREMELY difficult. he's like that fucking secret hidden romantic route you find in a game except that everything is fucking bullshit up until the very end of it, where you yell at the screen for 3 hours then close and uninstall the game in frustration''. i'll also add that you may want to delete your existence folder just to be safe and never have anything to do with kaeya again. tl;dr good fucking luck, he's behind several of these black lockets you find on kristoph gavin in the ace attorney series

23. Is your muse smooth when it comes to flirting? How do they handle being flirted with?

he's the smoothest flirtiest fucker in teyvat. he flirts well if he isn't interested up until things get serious... then you flirt back and if he's into you he's stunned fucking speechless. a fucking idiot

25. Does your muse consider romantic holidays  ( such as Valentine’s )  important to celebrate when in a relationship?

remember that headcanon we had about kaeya sending childe some chocolates he made for valentine's day, only for them to arrive spoiled and childe suffering Consequences for still eating them because it was adorable? yeah he's a sucker for valentine's day alright

27. Is your muse one to sit down with a new partner and formally define a relationship, or do they prefer to go with the flow and see what happens?

he'd prefer to EXPATRIATE before trying to define something. he's a flow kind of guy and he's perfectly happy with it c:

#11fatui #SUCKER PUNCHES YOU #THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR LIVER

[casualbatteryoperator]

lucid dreams | part one

Obi-Wan Kenobi X Reader [Soulmate AU]

synopsis: Dreaming has become a meeting place for two people destined for each other. They say you see everything related to your soulmate in your dreams, including your soulmate. Surely meeting someone you’re destined to be with wouldn’t be difficult, right? Wrong. For you, it’s impossible. Sometimes you think your dreams are mere compensations for not having a soulmate.

warnings for this chapter: mild swearing

word count: 1,153

He has a unique and, admittedly, odd name: Obi-Wan Kenobi. Charming with his auburn hair, neatly pushed to one side, eyes resembling a clear blue sky on a summer day, his accent thick and melodious, and a well groomed beard—not too long, but not short enough to be a stubble—he looked attractive under the dimly lit void of dreamland. He captivated you with every bit of his presence ever since the first time you talked. 

You wish to learn more about this man. Usually, you’d work day and night for some commissions which meant, no sleep; sometimes, it’s him who doesn’t show up. It was conflict on schedule and you knew little of him. Coruscant was one thing, he said he lived there. Did you believe him? No. You looked it up right away when you woke; no place or planet like that ever existed. And you swore to talk to him about it, but the time never came. 

You hoped for tonight to be different. You covered up you paints, cleaned your brushes, and left your studio downstairs to go up to your room. Vincent was already sleeping in the new bed you bought for him. Crawling in yours, with your tired eyes and aching back from your awful desk set up, you sank in the soft mattress and drifted off to sleep. 

The void was filling up, but you pay no attention to it. He was there and, as per usual, keeping safe distance from you. “Obi-Wan.” You greeted him, walking closer to the man. “Hello, y/n.” He smiled. “We haven’t talked in a while.” You said sheepishly. “You’ve been busy.” “I’m sure you have as well.” You notice the floating window again, Coruscant. “Tell me more about where you come from.”  “I’m from Stewjon. I do not remember much about my home, I was taken away at a very young age.” He explained. “No, I meant Coruscant. I think you’re lying to me.” You accused, “Why would I lie about any of that?” “Because it doesn’t exist! I’m sure the same goes for ‘Stewjon.’” You emphasized on the name. “Your planet does not exist. You’re telling me you live a non-existent planet, Obi-Wan. No human can live in another planet.” “I assure you, many of us are in different planets.” He said, crossing his arms. “Your archives must be incomplete.” You roll your eyes at him. “How am I supposed to get to know you, if you won’t even tell me where you’re truly from?” You raised a brow at the man. “I’m not lying to you about Coruscant or Stewjon, yet you refuse to believe me.” He said. “I suggest we talk about what we’re seeing.” So, he’s a negotiator. You thought, proceeding to ask him what he sees. “I see you’re well acquainted with art.” He said, walking around the void, admiring things you cannot see. “It’s my job. You like to read?” You asked, remembering the floating books. “I do,” Obi-Wan smiled. “I see you do too. And... you live in an awfully crowded city.” He scrunched his nose. “That’s New York.” You sighed. “I read on my free time or when I need to spark up an inspiration for an art piece.” “You must be very talented.” He replied. “Thank you. Do you like Sci-Fi?”  “What’s that?” He turned his attention, from whatever it is he was looking at, to you. “Well, I keep seeing laser swords and spaceships.” You picked one up, examining the object that held no weight. “You probably can’t see it, but I’m holding one right now. It’s fascinating.” An amazed laugh escaped your lips. Obi-Wan couldn’t see what you were holding, but he could see the blue light illuminating your face. “It’s called a lightsaber.” He said nonchalantly. “You should be careful, it’s a dangerous weapon to yield, not to mention it’s weight.”

“It’s light as a feather.” You said. “You can’t feel anything physical here in Dreamland.” Obi-Wan’s lips formed into an ‘o.’ “Yeah, it’s cool right? My parents told me about it. Their dreams were always my favorite bedtime story.”

You and Obi-Wan wandered around the void, naming all the things you see and providing each other with information. He asked you if you liked animals when he saw Vincent’s collar. You asked him if he made robots or owned any, because you saw a golden human-like robot and a robot with blue details. “That’s C-3PO and R2.” He said. “Do you own them?” You asked him. “No, a good friend of mine does.”  “I really think you like Sci-Fi.” You chuckled. “And I still have no idea what you’re talking about, darling.” You blushed at the pet name, quickly dusting it off with a question, “Are you, perhaps, an astronaut?” This caught his attention, turning his head to you, a confused look in his face, “Definitely not. I’m completely human.”  “Very funny, Kenobi. I meant to ask about your career.” But before Obi-Wan could say anything, a vortex pulls you in.

Darkness. That only meant that your time was over. A few hours came and when the rays of sunshine hit your eyes, you reached for your journal without hesitation. You list down everything that happened in your dream. “He doesn’t like Sci-Fi.” You chuckled lowly, shaking your head. Looking at the gray cat bed in the corner of your room, you notice Vincent still asleep. Good. You smiled. At least you could finish something this morning without any distractions. Or so you thought.  Your mind was filled with images of him. You thought of his perfectly swooped hair, dreamy eyes, and charming personality. Your cheek heats up upon realization. Before you knew it, your hand scribbled a picture of him on the paper in front of you. A rough sketch of your soulmate. You wondered if it was worth showing your friend. You put the sketch aside and worked on rough ideas for a commission. But your mind couldn’t let go of this man.  You managed to finish a few pieces by noon, just the right time for lunch. Walking to the small kitchen, you opened your magnet-filed fridge and grabbed your leftovers from last night, you also grabbed a can of cat food from the cupboard under the sink. You hear the bell on your cat’s collar ringing. You smile as you see Vincent descend from the stairs upon hearing you pull on the can’s tab. “Here you go, buddy.” You dump the cat food in his blue food bowl and pet his head. You heat up the leftovers in the microwave. Heading to your desk in the studio, you look for the sketch of Obi-Wan and snapped a picture of it, smiling while sending it to your friend. 

Your phone chimed from a notification: Is that him? Another chime: He’s muy bueno ;) I’d tap that You replied with: “Please stop being weird”  Tell. Me. Everything!

here’s the new update for lucid dreams! i hope you guys liked it. -mori <33

tag list:  @itsyellow​​ @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching​ @fandom-blackhole​ @marvelunistudent @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @ina-lotta @stargazingcarol

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan fluff #star wars #star wars imagine #obi wan imagine

[planetjisungie]

lucky charms- h.rj

characters; ravenclaw! renjun x hufflepuff! reader ft. gryffindor! mark and gryffindor! jeno (sigh)

summary; with the exams coming up, you need a little help with your charms. well you dont, you just needed an excuse to talk to your long time crush, huang renjun

an; i literally changed this on the spot 🤡 plot holes here i come- (also id like to think jeno is more of a hufflepuff but idk man)

sigh okay this is a long boi

end of year exams were in just a few weeks

yay, your absolute favourite !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sarcasm

now, charms

in room 99, classroom 2E in the south tower

i did my research

you were pretty good at charms, not nearly as good as you were in the care of magical creatures and herbology though

still above averagely good

you know who else was good at charms?

huang renjun

the star ravenclaw prince boy, the pride of the house and a very beautiful boy

best boi renjun

if jeno was being quite honest he was SICK AND TIRED of hearing you two pine over eachother

jeno met you in first year, and you quickly became best friends and even ended up in the same house as eachother

despite having different friend groups (your friend group consisted of you and eunji), you stayed best friends until now aka 5th year

just go with it okay

so as he was saying before i digressed, jeno physically is pained as he watched the longing glances both you and renjun throw when the other isnt looking

but it isnt his business to meddle with your lack of relationship problems

best boi part 2

BUT! but! he will give you both a tiny! eensy! little! minuscule! nudge

that nudge being forming a plan with you

you were slightly reluctant when jenos very enthusiastic face greeted you at the table saying he had ‘a totally brilliant, spectacular, show stopping, wonderful, flawless plan’

this was jeno we were talking about

the same boy who planned the failed midnight snack run a few weeks before

and as soon as he mentioned renjun your eyes narrowed

"proceed."

the plan was for jeno to ask renjun to tutor his friend who was falling behind in charms

said friend was you

and you were ahead of the class

bUT!! you agreed because he wasnt in your class, so there was no way he could know that right?

wrong.

who was in your class?

mark lee. one of renjuns best friends.

also the boyfriend of eunji and the reason you wanted to gauge your eyeballs out everytime you turned around to talk to them

thats right eunji ditched you to sit next to her little markie. bitch.

nonetheless, you agreed because your dumb, spontaneous ass forgot that renjun even knew mark, because if someone said ‘whos mark?’ you would go ‘eunjis boyfriend’

so of course, when all the students were making their way to their class, jeno caught up with renjun seeing as they both had muggle studdies

"hey man, i have a favour to ask"

stage one of operation: stop the oblivious fuckers from pining over eachother (that name may need some revamping) was a-go

"depends what said favour is"

smart boi™️

"is it possible to tutor one of my friends in charms for the upcoming OWLs?"

oh? this piqued china pretty boys interest

"i mean, sure, i could do with some revision too. tell them to meet me at the library after school"

and so jeno walked away with a smug smirk, victorious

and when jeno told you he had agreed later in potions, you were yet you werent surprised

so of you trotted after last period, kinda nervous because youre about to be in the literal breathing proximity of renjun

like obviously youve talked to him before but this time it was just you and him

alone

no get those thoughts out of your head

n e ways u perv

renjun sat at the back table, textbooks and notebooks with his neat writing in both chinese and korean all over the pages

smart boi part 2

so seeing him not looking at you

attention whore

wow why am i so mean today

you sat down and cleared your throat, placing your blank notebooks on the table so the boy wouldnt get suspicious

you had to pray to whatever gods were listening for your cheeks not to flare up the colour of the strawberries you had for breakfast

healthy girl™️

and the gods apparently answered your prayers

because as soon as renjun looked up and into your eyes you swore you were too distracted for your blood cells to even think about moving towards your face

and renjun nearly had a heart attack (by aoa)

poor boy

jeno had NOT told him that he would be tutoring you

he was going to be choked later

"sorry im late"

renjun was nearly offended that you would even apologise to him for being late by

2 minutes and 48 seconds

"no no its okay i havent been here long"

that was a lie he had study period last and has been sat in the same goddamn chair for an hour already but your presence made his ass cheeks ache less

so he started teaching you, but ???

you seemed to fully grasp the concepts

confused boi

excuse me ma’am/sir/señor/señorita whatever you prefer to go by-

you need to brush up on your acting skills dude

appalling smh your drama teacher back from your muggle school would be completely distraught

so for the next hour renjun ‘tutored’ you

things you already knew but this was a dream-

and actually he was a funny guy

he was also muggle born, so you could both relate over things you experienced as a kid

this lead to a raging debate over dora the explorer

that bitch was shaded in said debate, fully annihilated

hola soy dora your asshole

but,, it was fun. because jeno was pureblood and grew up knowing about all his magicky stuff so he was kinda boring sometimes

no tea no shade

but you ended the session with smiles on both your faces, cheeks literally aching with how hard youd been laughing and smiling

so lads

the next day at breakfast renjun was all happy, plonking himself next to mark at the gryffindor table because

man does not give a SHIT about the looks he was getting. he is huang renjun.

"why are you so smiley this morning? and why didn’t you come to my common room last night"

the gryffindor common room was the dreamie hang out

no one dared tell THE mark lee to go somewhere else with his friends

"sorry, last night i was tutoring y/n in charms" smiley boy still

mark seagull eyebrows: activated

excuse him?? charms?? you?? the one who got an outstanding in your report card??

something smells fishy here

"renjun... y/n got an outstanding on her charms"

eunji who had magically appeared next to mark basically said what he was just thinking

confused boi part ??

"wait what?"

but later on he didnt question you about it

he silently observed you

he told himself that anyway

quite honestly if you were spending time with him he was not about to complain

he was staring at you, simply put

my leng bby (thats you, youre my leng bby)

so for the next 2 weeks every day after school you would meet up to ‘catch up’ on your charms

that being said it literally always, every time, ended up with you two talking about something unrelated

like the 5th day you had a conversation about which series of power rangers was better

"SPD, obviously"

AM I THAT OLD?? on god i hate it here

"no, y/n, we all know that dino force is better"

i agree with y/n on this one pal

on the 7th day you talked about muggle sports that you both enjoyed

"i played a lot of cricket"

"cricket? okay tory"

"i am NOT a tory"

on the last day when you should have been, you know, LEARNING

you were having a lovely old chinwag about the x factor

"simon cowell is a king"

"i agree"

legend behaviour if you ask me

wait does chinwag exist in other countries??? translation: chat

so of course the exams came up

but you were dreading them for a different reason

this meant the end of tutoring with renjun

this was super bittersweet, you wanted to spend more time with eachother

you literally could it wasn’t that deep both of you are so dumb smh aint nothing stopping you

jeno agrees with me too, mans pulling out his hair still as you had somehow not gotten together yet

it was like watching snails race, incredibly frustrating but you know that there is the finish line somwhere over the horizon

so you took your exams and both of you passed with flying colours, obviously

smart kids

and you ran right to renjun to celebrate

seeing as he had

not really helped you but you thought that he thought he helped you

oh no honey he knew that you didnt need help

but he didnt know whether to confront you about it?

rip your guilty conscience

so after a long discussion with mark, our china boy decided to ask why the heck you wanted his help when you were absolutely fully capable

unlike mark

and when you saw him approach you first in the halls your heart went

NYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

that was the sound of a fast motorbike

"hi y/n"

‘damn renjun, couldnt have thought of anything better than that?’

"uhh hi renjun"

awkward silence by stray kids

"i just wanted to know why you asked for my help"

okay where is the nearest shovel and what is the most efficient way to dig a large hole-

as if renjun sensed your panic radiating off you in waves

which he did

"not that it was an issue! i enjoyed spending time with you, it was just, you didnt really need help"

he was a pure boy

so you puffed your cheeks and decided to just come clean

somewhere, jeno felt his senses tingling

"genuinely i just wanted to spend some time with you because i really like you"

renjun froze and wanted to smack his head into a wall

bruh

you noticed his expression and panicked yet again

stop panicking man its okay i gotchu

"it was jenos idea"

blame jeno is always a fool-proof plan b

unless you get pregnant, that would not be a good idea

so i guess its not fool proof

BUT I DIGRESS

renjun face palms and groans

"youre kidding me! all this time we wasted doing boringass charms work when we couldve gone on dates"

confusion™️

but?? you felt hopeful??

"i dont think im on the same wavelength"

"i like you too dumbass"

oH so YOURE the dumbass??

yes, yes you are renjun is best boi, accept the L which is really a W bc renjun likes you back

jeno who had found his way to you, listening from around the corner sighed in happiness

"fucking finally!!"

#nct #nct dream #jeno #lee jeno #mark #mark lee #nct hogwarts au #renjun #huang renjun #hufflepuff reader #OWLs #just two dudes deadass pining after eachother

[taeminshomosexualvape]

10 biases tag game tagged by @fruityxuxi thank uuuu this was fun

disclaimer: this is just like my favorite 10 idols with no real preference order anyway lets get funky

1. taemin 2. baekhyun 3. ten 4. boa 5. kun 6. seulgi 7. yeri 8. kyungsoo 9. siyeon 10. jonghyhun

between 1 (taemin) & 4 (boa) who would you rather kiss?

boa pls boa hand in marriage pls

Between 2 (baekhyun) & 7 (yeri) who’d be your best friend?

stop they both have “bff i pine after” energy 😭😭 probably bbh bc of his normal dude energy like he’s always reminded me of my actual best friend and my older brother anyways, idk if i could ever not pine after yeri she's too :dreamy sigh:

Between 5 (kun) & 10 (jonghyun) who has a better voice

jonghyun this isnt fair to kun or anyone else in the world tho :(

Between 1 (taemin) & 8 (kyungsoo) who’s the funniest

taemin being a demon vs. kyungsoo's murder rage i think kyungsoo bc i think he deserves to snap at one (1) exo at least once

Between 6 (seulgi) & 9 (siyeon) who would you date

making me choose is a HATECRIME 😡 they should both date me i have TWO hands

Between 9 (siyeon) & 10 (jonghyun) who would you collab with

i should not be involved with no talent

Between 4 (boa) & 8 (kyungsoo) who’s the best dancer

sdfSKALDLAO boa and literally burst out laughing thinking abt this

Between 3 (ten) & 5 (kun) who would you most likely marry

kun has SPOUSE vibes like he'd take care of me yes he does the cooking and YES he does the cleaning 😭 but also should i interrupt Them

Between 2 (baekhyun) & 3 (ten) who has the best smile

waaaah i hate this. i am not immune when bbh goes :] or when he laughs and his stupid little smile goes all boxy bc he has no sense of decorum. but ten is also literally stunning and lights up every room when he smiles so ??

Between 6 (seulgi) & 8 (kyungsoo) who would you vacation with?

seulgi we should go on a honeymoon together but i think kyungsoo would do a good staycation

ummm i'll tag @lkyoong @noticemedongsaeng @gayrightsten @rosetvler @magicbykylieminogue and um anyone else who wants to just say i tagged u 🤙🏽 no pressure !!!

[butchbred]

(Fem guard anon back) thinking about the prince getting huffy because he doesnt WANT to be married! The woman is beautiful and kind but he oftens leaves her alone with her wife, simply because the situation makes him angry. She isnt nearly upset as she should be by this, because I'm always at her side🥰Maybe one day he hears cries from the garden, walks in and freezes because theres his pretty wife, dress rucked up and tears in her eyes as I fuck her with my tongue. *dreamy sigh* if only

(Welcome back anon!)

Ohhh bratty sulky prince content - my favourite! They'd be so mad about not getting the choice over who/when they marry because they already belong to someone and are v happy thank you very much, and who does this princess think she is when she says she understands!?!

But then they stumble across you both and you bet seeing you like that would get them all needy and so embarrassed about stumbling into this situation that they'd bolt to me, too flustered to tell me what's wrong until they're in my lap, grinding against my bulge because they've missed this while they've been sulking and now it's all come to a head they're aching to be just as blissed out as their wife looked on your tongue.

#anons #asks #fem guard anon #(idk if you wanna pick an emoji maybe?)