#the answer is vor

[strawbyarts]

put them all in a room to fight, who do u think is the last one standing?

#the answer is vor #kingdom hearts #kh #fanart #these tags r about to be atrocious #saix #bragi #riku #marluxia #skuld #hayner #roxas #vor #ventus #luxord #demyx #ephemer #aqua #gula #xion #kh art #strawbs art

[scala-ask-caelum]

Everyone: What are your study tips for finals?

(The variety of answers lessens your confidence in their studying habits...)

#answered #Meg Arts #The Class #Vor #Bragi #Eraqus #Xehanort #Baldr #Urd #Hermod #starlightwayfinder

[rainbowcrowley]

me: mom, can we get ofmd s2? mom: we have ofmd s2 at home ofmd s2 at home:

addi ich kann nicht mehr. ich find das so lustig, es wird schon peinlich 😭

deutsche 'unsere flagge bedeutet tod' be like:

heute abend im zdf, 20:15 uhr mit stargast captain scholz

#ICH WAR IM 'GRMAN STUFF' TAG UND KONNT NICH MEHR VOR LACHEN #es ist so gut man #diese memes sind 👌🏼👌🏼 #ask #answered #ella-doe

[c28hunter]

My mom: I don't want you to take anxiety medications, it affects your entire body, taking pills is not the cure

Me: *enters the anxious, depressive episode again, tired all the time, shitty mood* hm, I want to at least try

#sorry vor venting #but thats kind of the reason im not active now #i am just overwhelmed and kind of nervous now #so im staying quiet #someone make me stop listening to Lorde #she will let me get the medications i know it #she's just worried #and i know that its not the final answer to my problems #im in therapy do not worry #but if that could help calm down ny brain then i want to at leadt try

[recusant-s-sigil]

V SQUAD! Yay I want them to come back and Vor is somehow the most rational one

Look the upper classmen part of the V squad consist of a mostly nonverbal kid, a girl who expected the one searching for her to do whatever she wanted (also possibly flattered her with flirting to try and convince her to???), and the guy who failed to summon Kingdom Hearts (to be fair he intentionally stopped looking for the lights) of COURSE Vor’s gonna be the rational one

#Moon Answers #blazernot #Vala #Vali #Vidar #Vor

[nishibai]

eats you

wtf.....

#nishi answers <3 #this reminds me of when me and the besties were talking about vor-

[oveliagirlhaditright]

What’re your favorite kh ships?

If I'm being honest... I really only true ship SoKai these days (my forever OTP). Mainly because I feel like that's the only one I can really ever see actually being canon (well, aside from Yozora and Nameless Star, and I also ship them: a lot of that for Versus XIII reasons. My heart won't let go). And, I mean, not that a ship needs to be canon for me to ship them. Not at all. But I'll admit that I've grown out of some of the KH ships a wee bit, as I've found more adult ones in other fandoms to get invested one.

That being said, the KH ships that I do still care about are:

SoKai

RokuShi

Namiku

RokuNami

Terqua (though it seem these days the kids call it Terrqua. Or Terraqua?)

Gulava

Skulmera

Playerlitzia

YozoraNameless Star

Xehaqus

AkuSai

SoRiKai

RiKai

Roxiri (though not in canon. More in fanon. More for crack, kind of, actually. And friendship first and foremost)

I'm warming up to Replinami some these days, because of the tragedy of it all.

I've also started to warm up to Rion a wee bit... that past Shanna thought she'd never see.

SoNami in CoM only.

I could do XionRoxasNaminé. NamiXI, too.

VenAqua slightly, but I'd always choose Terra and Aqua over it (but one thing about the Wayfinder Trio for me, if I'm being truthful, is that I prefer the three of them as friends before any romance with any of them. Part of me even really thinks all three of them are truly just meant to be friends.)

A lot of people ship Ven and Strelitzia for some reason. And I doubt it'll ever happen, tbh. Who knows if they'll ever even really get a chance to meet and be friends. But I do get why they think it'd be cute.

And while I don't know if I truly ship them anymore, a part of me will always have a soft spot for Ventus and Naminé. Because for some reason, I really used to ship this crack pairing, back in the day.

I also don't really know if I ship them... but despite what I said above, I do get the feeling that Nomura might be doing something with Lauriam/Marluxia and Elrena/Larxene.

#i used to LOVE vanaqua and vannami. and some of my heart probably always will for that reason (mainly the former). but for the most part i #think i'm over it #i also used to ship ephemer and ava a tiny bit. but i'd pick gulava any day #i also used to get into olette pairings. but tbh. i just can't really be bothered anymore #i also used to somewhat ship ira and invi because of that comment in back cover about them having to see each other less now so the others #wouldn't get the wrong idea (because taken out of context it sounds like they're dating). or aced and invi because they reminded me (and #everyone) of terra and aqua. but i was never really serious about those to begin with and have let them go. -shrugs- #really. at the end of the day. it's sokai. forever and always: sokai #asked and answered #and really the main ones for me are sokai rokushi namiku rokunami and terqua #but mostly sokai -i say. sounding like a broken record- #and while we're mentioning everything (because somehow that's what this post turned into) i used to be big on larxel (like khii days) #but not for many--MANY--years #wait. i do like gulava a lot too. and rikai. because riku and kairi--in whatever form they're in--don't get enough love #there's also a tiny bit of me that ot3s eraqusxehanortvor. xehaqus is the otp and they're perfect together: i know and agree with this #and yet they have an interesting dynamic with vor. i feel like before dark road started they were the SLIGHTEST bit of a trio. not truly #because xehanort and eraqus still spent way more time together but it was there a little bit #and it's interesting to me that eraqus. of all people. gets annoyed at vor snooping on them some at the beginning of dark road #before the game came out if you told me something like that would have happened i would have guessed it was xehanort. but nah. it's eraqus #and xehanort moreso telling him to chill and letting vor tag along (and the eraqus thing wasn't really serious. and more in good fun #because he DOES care about her). and then they're both DEVASTATED when she dies. and vor really cared about them #also a slight ot3 with xehanorteraqusurd because despite what i just said about vor it's URD they spend the most time with in dark road and #i like their dynamic with her too. -shrugs- #vanikai a smidge back in the day

[alintheshitposter]

10 songs / 10 people

I've been tagged by @crazy-walls Thank youu <3

in this game you list 10 songs you've been listening to lately, and then tag 10 more people.

(this is gonna be mostly Eurovision songs🥴 sorry not sorry <3)

Eurovision:

and also

And from Eurovision 2007:

Non-Eurovision:

No pressure tags: @maxwellshimbo @versti-fantur @bruisesandbitemarks @peppsta and whoever wants to give it a go c:

#alin answers tag games #eurovision is love eurovision is life #und Spam ist nach all den Jahren immer noch mein Lieblings-Fewjar-Song #ich kann Tommys Rap-Part im Schlaf auswendig #warum fragst du hab ich erst vor kurzem entdeckt #(weil daniel Sträßer im Musikvideo zu sehen ist🥴) #und ich liebs! #und Frauen regieren die Welt....well....tun sie😌 und das ist einfach so ein krasser Ohrwurm🥴 #Spotify

[verathena14]

fursona jumpscare

#athena answers asks! #me being random #vor #khdr #athena's art #i guess #kingdom hearts #kh

[sergeantjessi]

Auf Twitter geht rum, dass Frank Tonmann und andere Mitarbeiter was mit Fans haben. Hast du davon was mitbekommen?

Ohooo, Florida-Gossip in meiner Inbox? Meine Rolle im Fandom fühlt sich viel zu klein für sowas an...

Bin nicht in der JK-Twitter-Bubble unterwegs, entsprechend höre ich davon zum ersten Mal, aber wenn ich ehrlich bin, interessiert es mich auch nicht. Was die als Privatpersonen machen ist mir ziemlich egal, solange es da also mit rechten Dingen zugeht... Ja, Gott, dann wärs halt so.

#Bin eh zögerlich Gerüchten zu trauen. Vor allem auf Twitter. Ich glaube da wird sich auch viel ausgedacht. #Aber ob's jetzt stimmt oder nicht ist mir egal. Was die außerhalb ihrer Arbeit machen ist deren Ding. #jester answers #anonymous #german stuff

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

The Mouse and The Bear (König x Reader)

(A/N: I'm too drunk to proofread this rn, I tried to keep this GN but it might've ended up being a fem! Reader. I'll come back and fix this later lol

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, mention of injury, slightly angsty but not really, lots of fluff)

"Don't look now, but I think someone has their eye on you." Soap says with a smirk as he walks up next to you in the kitchen. You rolled your eyes in response, knowing that meant any moment now you were going to have some annoying asshole approaching you.

"Spare me." You say under your breath, Soap just laughs in response as he finishes pouring his coffee and heads off. You picked up your lunch, going to find somewhere to sit where hopefully whoever decided you were their new love interest would leave you alone. You were met with a sight you didn't expect. Instead of the usual bombardment of unwanted flirting you caught the almost nervous gaze of KorTac's gentle giant. The second he realized you caught him looking, his eyes snapped down to the mug in front of him. You hadn't had a lot of interaction with König but the few you had he had been nothing but pleasant.  A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you start heading in his direction. "Hey König." You greet him pleasantly, "is this seat taken?" He shakes his head, a look of pure disbelief in his eyes over the fact you were standing in front of him. You slide into the chair opposite him. Normally if there was someone at base checking you out you wouldn't bother indulging their infatuation but König made you curious.

"I'm sorry for staring." He admits immediately, acting like a child getting caught doing something they're not supposed to.

"König I'm not mad." You reassure him.

"It's still rude… I know how much I hate it when people stare at me." He seemed to relax slightly now that he knew you weren't upset with him. Before you could ask him why he was looking at you he answered the question on his own. "I've never seen you without your gear on… I never realized how small you are- not that it's a bad thing of course! I know you're more than capable of handling yourself-"

"König," you cut him off before his rambling got him too flustered "it's okay." You smile at him and he shifts awkwardly in his seat. This was the first time you really allowed yourself to look at him. Bright blue eyes looking anywhere besides at you, he hunched over the table in an attempt to make himself look smaller and less threatening. "Du brauchst keine Angst vor mir zu haben." (You don't need to be afraid of me.) You joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"You speak German?" He sounded shocked.

"A little, I used to live in Berlin when I was younger." You explain. He nods, leaning forward slightly to give you his undivided attention as you speak. You sat and talked with him for a while, you definitely couldn't complain about the company. He was very attentive, asking you questions that prompted you to keep talking. He had a loud, boisterous laugh that made your heart soar everytime you coaxed it out of him

"Mick, we got takedown training, let's go." Your time with him was cut short by Price informing you to head down to the base's gym.

"I'll be right there." You call back. You turn your attention back to König, who was fidgeting with his mug again. "This was nice, thank you for the company." You smile at him, nervous eyes moving down to the table.

"Maybe… maybe we could do this again sometime?" He asks softly.

"Are you asking me on a date?" You retort immediately. His eyes snap up to you, already trying to stammer out a response in his flustered state. You giggle, reaching out and placing one of your hands on top of his, which looked child sized compared to his. "If we ever have downtime together I would love to." He nods, giving you a quiet goodbye as you cleaned up the table and prepared to head to training. You were unable to keep the dumb grin off your face for the rest of the day.

A few days later you found yourself in the kitchen again. You groaned internally as a high pitch whistle met your ears. "You come around here often sweetheart?" You recognized him, some obnoxious Private that often got in trouble for disrespecting the chain of command. He wasn't worth the energy, you just kept going about what you were doing prior to his interruption. "Maybe you didn't hear me," he tries to sound threatening. He steps uncomfortably close to you, "I asked you a question."

"You really shouldn't be speaking to a Sergeant that way." The Private turned, ready to cuss out whoever had interrupted his terrible attempt at picking you up. You saw all the color drain from his face at the sight before him. You couldn't stop yourself from breathing out a laugh. The Private slowly starts to back up with every heavy footstep that echoed through the kitchen. König steps in front of you, blocking off your pursuer. "Are you alright?" He glances back over his shoulder at you. You nod and his attention immediately turns back to the Private. "I suggest you get out of here kotzbrocken (lump of puke) before I tell your superior officer that you were getting aggressive with a Sergeant." As if on cue his Captain entered the kitchen. König very calmly explained the situation to him, the Captain grabbing his subordinate by the collar and pulling him off.

"Do you want to fucking die? Because messing with her is a good way to get there." You hear him angrily mutter to the Private as he pulls him out of the room.

"You're sure you're alright?" He asks in a much gentler tone than he was using before.

"I'm fine König, thank you." You smile at him, turning back to what you were doing before you were interrupted. You groaned as you looked through the cabinet. "He always does this to me, he knows I can't reach that shelf." You stood on your toes, struggling to reach your favorite mug that you knew Ghost put on the top shelf on purpose. König reached over you, grabbing the mug with ease before lowering it into your hands. You turned to thank him only to be startled slightly by his close proximity. You knew he was a big man, being 6'10, there wasn't anything about him that was small. But you had never witnessed your height difference with him this close up. You stood about his stomach height, the nearly 2 foot difference causing you to have to look straight up to see his mask covered face. Seeing your flustered appearance he quickly stepped back.

"Sorry, I just figured I'd have an easier time reaching it." He says bashfully.

You swallowed thickly, the mug in your hands becoming the most interesting thing in the room at the moment. "It's alright, I appreciate the help." You start making the tea you had originally come in here for, both of you sitting in silence. You didn't have to look up at him to know that König had his eyes on you. He was leaning up against the counter a couple feet away from you, just studying your movements as you flit around the kitchen. You hear König chuckle, your eyes drifting over to him. "What's so funny?" You ask him with a smile

"Don't take this as an insult, but you remind me of a mouse. You're so small and fast." You both laugh at his joke, he wasn't wrong.

"I mean, I don't have the codename Mickey for nothing." He studies you for a moment, you could tell he was thinking about whether or not he should say something.

"Would it be okay if I called you Maus?" He asks quietly. Normally you would object to someone calling you that. But hearing it from König, his deep voice that paired so wonderfully with his accent, you loved the way it sounded coming from him.

"I wouldn't be opposed… but only you get to call me that." You see the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile.

"Deal." You searched through the fridge, finding a container of leftovers you had cooked the other night.

"Would you like to join me for lunch?" You ask, holding up the container.

"I would love to." It became a ritual for the two of you to have lunch together. You enjoyed the fact that he was company outside of your team and the usual annoying flirts around the base. Even though you hated to admit it, you had found yourself rather smitten with the Austrian giant. König was kind, but never in a way that made you think he was only being nice to you because you were cute. He was always making you laugh, cracking small jokes and telling you stories. He loved to see you smile, it was one of his favorite parts of his day.

"Good morning Maus." You smile as you hear König enter the kitchen behind you. You pull down a secondary mug from the cabinet.

"Good morning Bärchen." You greet him softly as you pour him a cup of coffee alongside yours. You hear him chuckle as he approaches you.

"Bärchen, huh? Mouse and Bear, that seems pretty fitting." He nods his thanks as you handed him his coffee. "Ready for the debriefing today?" Price had informed you yesterday that Task Force 141 and KorTac were going to be teaming up together for a mission. You were more than happy to work alongside them, the whole team was incredible. But you were still worried. 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You sigh, taking a long sip of your drink. "Just… promise me, wherever we end up tomorrow, that you'll be careful." You couldn't look at him. The fear you were feeling in your chest, it was too real of an emotion for you. You weren't going to say that you were never scared to go on a mission, that would be a lie. This however was new, you had another person besides yourself to be worried about.

König smiles down at you, carefully reaching out to tuck some stray hair behind your ear. "Maus, you have my word." The threat of tears welled up thick in your throat. "I'm not going anywhere, liebling." Someone calls from down the hall that it was time for your meeting. You feel König place a hand on your lower back, keeping you close while ushering you further. You came out of your debriefing feeling even worse than when you went in, this wasn't going to be your run of the mill mission you were used to. This was going to be dangerous for even the most skilled soldier. The second everyone had broken off to try and enjoy the rest of their day König pulled you aside. "Look at me, it's going to be okay." He could tell you were on the verge of panicking, despite knowing that would only make the situation worse.

"König do you know the statistics of how many people get hurt going on missions like these. Do you know how many people die?" You said it, the one word that was forbidden in your line of work. He drops down on one knee, gently taking your face in his hands.

"I know, and I know it's scary, but I don't want you to be thinking about that." He sighs, stroking your cheek. He wanted to make you feel better, he hated seeing you so anxious. "Let me take you on a date… it will give us something to do instead of sitting around worrying." You froze, your mind going blank. He wanted to take you on a date?

"I…I don't have anything to wear. If we're going on a date I want to look nice." You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. König was right about one thing, it would be a welcomed distraction.

"You already look beautiful Maus." You blushed at his compliment. He held out his hand to you and you took it without hesitation. His skin was warm and calloused, his hand completely engulfing your own as he let his fingers completely close around it. The two of you got permission to head into the city for the evening. König had been stationed in this area before so he knew exactly where he wanted to take you. Before you left he changed out of his sniper hood and into a cloth mask that covered the lower half of his face. You finally got a chance to get an idea of what he looked like underneath. You were shocked to find out that König had dark blonde hair that he kept relatively long compared to usual military standards. He had freckles that peaked just above where his mask. You could also more clearly make out the wrinkles by his eyes that shows how much he genuinely smiles. When the two of you headed into town you were honestly a bit surprised when you ended up at a food truck that served some local specialty. He ordered for you and paid for your meal, the entire time keeping his hand on the small of your back so he could ensure that you were still there next to him. You wandered into a park to look for a place to sit and made it just in time to catch the sunset. You let your head fall to rest on König's arm, he sat next to you completely rigid.

"Thank you for taking me out, I needed to keep my mind off of tomorrow." He glances down at you, bright blue eyes trained on your face.

"I'm hoping you'll let me take you on another date after this mission is over." You picked up on the nervousness in his voice immediately.

"König, I don't know if you've noticed, but I kind of like you a lot… of course I'll go on another date with you." The hand that was situated in his lap began to reach out for yours, slowly moving his finger over so it would bump into the side of your hand.

"I'm really happy I met you (Y/N)." He says softly.

You smile, eyes never leaving the horizon. "I am too."

The next morning everyone was on edge. You all sat silently in the back of the truck, the usual attempt to lighten the mood vacant. As you neared your destination Ghost finally spoke up. "Team A, we're going to sweep their safe house, any hostages I want brought to me directly. Team B, you're in charge of sweeping the rest of their compound. This is a capture or kill mission, our number one priority is getting us and the hostages out safely. You glanced across the isle at König. He tried to give you a reassuring nod but you could tell how nervous he was really feeling. The truck came to a rough stop, jolting your body forward in the process. Everyone piled out and began separating into their teams. A giant gloved hand came to rest on the top of your head as König gave you a gentle pat. "Be careful out there, Bärchen." You say softly, unable to look at him knowing it would probably make you cry.

"You too Maus." He runs off to join his team.

"Come on Mickey, we got a house to clean." Soap says as he approaches you. He could tell how stressed you were feeling. Even if he didn't know the extent of your relationship with König he knew how much you cared about him. "He's gonna be alright, man's a fuckin' tank, there's no stopping him." You nodded heading off with him to handle your half of the mission. Team A consisted of you, Ghost, Johnny, Gaz, and a couple of privates from the base. Team B consisted of KorTac, Price and a few other soldiers.

"Mick, I need to know you're here with me sweetheart, you're looking a little spacey." Ghost says quietly as you wait for the perfect moment to storm the safe house.

"I'm with you lieutenant, just another day at the office." You tried your best to sound confident. To give your team the Mickey they needed right now. Soap was right, König would be fine. All of this would be over in less than an hour.

"Move in." You got your cue. You looked at Soap, the two of you exchanging an affirming nod before you made your way up to the safe house. He taps your shoulder, motioning that he'll start his sweep to the right you start to your left. You found nothing but a couple low grade officers guarding the hostages, which meant everyone incredibly dangerous was either not here or in the same building as Team B. You quickly and quietly escorted the hostages outside so you could get them some medical attention "Team A has successfully completed their sweep. Team B what's your status?" Ghost's voice booms over the comms. It was silent for a while… too long.

"Ghost, we've been hit." Price's panicked voice was the only thing you could hear. "They found out we're here."

"Do you need medical? We're heading to your location now." You readied yours as fast as you possibly could.

"Ghost, I need you to listen to me. I don't know how many men I've already lost, if you come over here your whole team could be taken out." You could hear gunfire in the background. You were going to attempt to make a run for it. You needed to help them, you needed to get out who you could. The second you tried to bolt Ghost latched onto your collar, pulling you to the ground.

"Let me go, I need to help them." You say through gritted teeth, fighting back tears.

"Mick, you know that's only going to make things worse." Ghost jumps back on comms. "Price, do you have a casualty count?"

"At least four." Any drive you had to stand back up left your body. That was half of their team, just gone.

"Anyone from KorTac?" Ghost remained motionless by your side, prepared to drag you out of there if needed.

"I don't know, I lost them in the fire fight." You were shaking. Throughout all your years in the military you had never felt like this during a mission.

"We'll rendezvous back at base, I need to get these hostages medical attention." Price confirmed and the comms went silent again. Ghost hauled you to your feet, attempting to steady you by the shoulders when you almost fell over. "Hold it together Mickey, come on." His gruff voice shocks you back to reality. You felt like you were in a fog, you were going through the motions of securing the hostages but you weren't really there. The second you were back to base you made your way to the common room, sat down, and waited. Your teammates tried everything they could think of to comfort you but it wasn't any use. All you wanted was König, or at the very least to know he was okay. After about an hour of waiting, Price finally found you. You stood, hurrying over to him. He looked a little worse for wear but overall he seemed fine.

"Price, is König okay?" Ghost was the first one to speak up. You couldn't bring yourself to say it knowing that there was a very high chance he didn't make it back at all.

"He was hit, but he's okay. He actually asked if I could send you down to him." You thanked Price, telling him how happy you were that he was safe but you had to go see him. You ran down to the infirmary, ignoring the calls from the nurses that you had to check in before you could enter as you pushed through the doors. You just needed to see what state he was in. You were met with the sight of König sitting up in bed, pleasantly chatting with the doctor that was going over what he would have to do for his wound care. The top half of his body was wrapped in a bandage that showed he was shot in the shoulder, sniper hood still on. His eyes landed on you and you saw his whole body relax. You waited for the doctor to leave before you approached him.

"Maus." You saw the corners of his eyes crinkle up. It was hard to be mad with the shirtless mass of muscle in front of you. You had a whole speech planned about how worried you were how he could've been seriously hurt. But now that you saw him sitting in front of you none of that really mattered. You sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, tears pricking at your eyes.

"You said you were going to be careful." Your voice cracked as you spoke. He grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry." You felt the first year slip into your cheek and that was enough to open the floodgates. Your body wracked with sobs, König pulled you to him, wrapping an arm around you.

"I thought I lost you." He quietly hushed you, running his fingers through your hair. You stayed like that for a while, both of you remaining silent until König.

"I think after my contract's up I'm going to call it." You shot up, in pure disbelief at what you were hearing. "I got hit today because I got careless. I was trying so hard to get this over with quickly to get back to you that I let my guard down. I don't want something to happen to me out in the field or have you worried like this all the time. (Y/N), I'm in love with you, I don't want to miss the opportunity to explore what we have before it even starts." Hearing him say that made you start crying all over again. Once you had finally calmed down you sat up, wiping your eyes.

"I think this might be my final tour too." You smile at him. He grabs the top of his hood, fully pulling it off his head. You gently caress his face, "you're so handsome under there." You hiccup a laugh through your remaining tears.

"I'm glad you think so." He chuckles. He holds you close, lips gently finding yours for what was the softest first kiss you had ever had. König gently cradled you in his arms, taking his time to fully memorize every single aspect of what kissing you felt like. 

"I love you Bärchen." You say softly. He gazed down at you with the most loved filled expression of adoration.

"I love you too, mein mouse." He whispers, pulling you in for one more short, sweet kiss.

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[scala-ask-caelum]

(WHOOPS accidentally deleted an ask I meant to edit so here's the ask in an actual post I guess)

Via sabermoonlight1616: Vor, who's your favorite study buddy?

Of course, I appreciate the time I spend with all my friends!

#answered #Meg Arts #sabermoonlight1616 #Vor #Baldr #(can't believe I deleted it instead of editing it smh my head)

[miscreantmelon]

Tagged by @kitthefox to list my top 5 songs from 3 favourite bands ✨ tysm 🖤

Cancer Bats

Sorceress

Bricks & Mortar

Space And Time

Road Sick

Shillelagh

Rammstein

Ausländer

Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen

Keine Lust

Ohne Dich

DRSG

Rob Zombie

Pussy Liqour

Well, Everybody's Fucking in a UFO

Shake Your Ass-Smoke Your Grass

In The Age of the Consecrated Vampire We All Get High

Ging Gang Gong De Do Gong De Laga Raga

#It said 'bands' so I didn't include Sido who is actually the third of my three biggest music loves #But uhhhh if I had put him in it the 5 are: Astronaut. Tausend Tattoos. Unterschied. Leben Vor Dem Tod & Schono Ke #This was hard af btw because I usually have an answer for favourite but once i start listening beyond that i could go until ive listed 98% #of a bands back catelog #tag chain #ignore #not tagging anyone but if you read all this shit... congrats YOU'RE TAGGED do it

[galli-halli]

Hi Nina,

was hältst du eigentlich von der Nominierung von JK bei 7vsWild?

Ich persönlich würde es ja unglaublich toll finden wenn sie die Einldung annehmen, jedoch bezweifle ich dass die beiden Zeit für soetwas haben…

Hi Anon,

das sehe ich genauso wie du! Das Potenzial wäre riesig und herausfordernd und wir würden eine ganz neue Art von Content bekommen. Ich bin aber überzeugt davon, dass sie weder die Zeit noch die Lust noch die Bereitschaft dafür haben, 14 Tage lang für solch ein Projekt ihr gesamtes Leben hinter sich zu lassen. Dafür sind sie zu beschäftigt und stellen ihre privaten Verpflichtungen zu hoch über jegliche beruflichen Herausforderungen.

Ich schätze es also als sehr unrealistisch ein, finde das Format an sich und vor allem die Idee von JK als Team in einem solchen Format extrem spannend.

#jk ask #joko und klaas #vermutlich hätte prosieben in dem fall auch noch ein wörtchen mitzusprechen #aber ich schätze vor allem klaas auch so ein dass er es niemals machen würde #joko fänd die idee vermutlich im ersten moment spannend aber auch bei ihm würde es an der realität scheitern #und ob die YT community bereit für unhinged jk wäre? ich bezweifle es xD #anonymous #answered

[ccbunnv]

idk how these ask thingys work, so bare with

i was thinking of a bill and tom x fem!reader who both share an interest with her and take her to a hotel room, kinda based on Reden?

Could u do it with Bill n Tom when they were both 19? tysm <33 🤍🎀

i daydream abt this sometimes >.<!!

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"are you sure I should do this?" you ask your friend nervously, playing with the hem of your bebe shirt.

"duh!" your friend replies enthusiastically, "they gave you the room number, what else?!"

"I'm not sure," you sigh, "I'm not a groupie and all that, I..."

"just a night won't deem you as a groupie, y/n," she sighs, pushing you over to the lobby door, "c'mon, it'll be fun!"

well, you won't deny the excitement in your heart. you purse your lips before mumbling, "okay, fine! I'll do it!"

"atta girl!" she cheers, "okay, hold on a minute..."

she reaches into her purse and pulls out a lip gloss, and an atomizer with her favourite perfume. she says softly, "pucker up..."

you do so, and she helps you apply the lip gloss. then, you press your lips together to spread the gloss better. she then sprays the perfume all over you, making you cough.

she looks around you for a little bit, before snapping her fingers and handing you a hair tie. she says, "tie your hair up."

"what? why?" you ask, clearly confused.

"it's more sexy that way!" she giggles, "just do as I say!"

you sigh and do so, pulling your hair back and tying it up. you leave your bangs aside to avoid looking like an egg, clearly you wouldn't want to look like that when you're meeting your idols.

she squeals excitedly and says, "go! tell me how it was, okay?!"

you inhale and exhale, before entering the hotel. the inside is lavish, filled with ceramic pots that look like it could cost you an arm and a leg, decorated with faux flowers.

your feet take you to the reception counter, and with almost zero confidence in your voice, you ask, "hi, um, do you know where room 483 is?"

"hm? oh, yeah. it's to your left, down the hallway and take the elevator to the eleventh floor." the receptionist answers with a smile.

you nod your head as a form of thanks before following her directions to the room. you reach the elevator and press the eleventh floor.

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it takes you a little while, but you soon reach. standing before the oak wood door with the numbers '483' hanging there, menacingly, your heart quickens its beats.

there's light seeping through the gap of the door, so there should be someone inside...hopefully. swallowing your anxiety, you ring the door bell to the room.

"Bill! Geh und hol die Tür! (Bill! go get the door!)" a muffled voice calls out from the other side.

"Du bist näher an der Tür, Idiot! (you're closer to the door, idiot!)" another refutes.

"Ja, aber ich bin gerade erst aus der Dusche gekommen! Ich kann die Tür nicht öffnen, während ich nur ein Handtuch um die Hüfte trage, oder? (Yeah, but I just got out of the shower! I can't open the door with just a towel around my waist, can I?)" the voice scowls.

"Du hattest vor ein paar Monaten kein Problem damit! (You had no problem with it a few months ago!)" the other one grumbles before opening the door with a huff.

upon seeing you, his face drops from an annoyed on to a smirk. he mumbles, "well, well, look what we have here."

his eyes scan you up and down, making you feel a tad bit bashful. his eyes settle on the cleavage that's exposed by your v-neck shirt, and he giggles.

"Tom! Sieh dir das an… (Tom! come look...)" he says aloud.

"Was? ist es ein Groupie? deins oder meins? (What? is it a groupie? yours or mine?)" Tom says, walking over with a lousily worn baggy shirt and a pair of sweatpants. upon seeing you, his face turns into a smirk just like his twin's.

his tongue plays with the cold steel piercing on his bottom lip, his eyes studying your body. he eventually says, "you wanna come in?"

"uh, sure!" you respond, trudging in after Tom. Bill shuts the door and locks it once you enter.

"so, uh..." you look around the room. it's relatively messy, but it's not like you mind it.

"sit, sit." Bill says softly, sitting onto one of the two beds and patting the spot beside him.

"you want something to drink?" Tom asks as you sit next to Bill.

"um...what is there?" you ask apprehensively.

"cola, sprite, the works...there's wine, if you drink." he grins.

"oh, I'll just take a cola..." you say quietly.

he reaches into the minibar refrigerator and brings out a can of cold cola, opening the tab and pouring you a glass.

you take the glass when he hands it to you, and drink it down. the carbonation fizzes in your throat as it grows awkwardly silent.

"so, what's your name?" Tom asks, sitting on his bed.

"it's y/n, uh...y/n l/n." you smile at them.

Bill chuckles, "aren't you cute?"

"don't scare her, Bill." Tom snickers, "I suppose you already know us?"

"um, yeah!" you laugh a little.

"so, y/n, what do you think about our concert today?" Bill asks softly, "was it fun?"

"yeah! it's actually my first concert, I'm glad I got to come..." you respond as he stands and sits next to Tom.

"oh, we're stoked to be the first band concert you attend." Tom says with his signature smile. you can't help but grow shy.

"so, do you have a favourite song?" Bill asks softly.

"I like Reden." you say, shrugging.

"it's a fan favourite isn't it?" Tom chimes, looking over at Bill.

Bill grins and says, "well of course it is."

Tom turns his head back at you and it takes him a while before asking, "do you have a favourite member?"

"me...member?" you repeat.

"yeah. among the four of us, who do you like the most?" Bill explains.

"I guess, um..." you look at your thighs, your hands turning the cold glass of cola in your hands.

"is it Gustav?" Tom asks, and you shake your head no.

"Georg?" Bill follows up, and you respond with a head shake as well.

"hm..." they smirk, "well it's either one of us."

you keep silent, not knowing what to say.

"come on, don't be shy." Bill says softly, walking over to you and tilting your head upwards, "it's okay, I know Tom can deal with a rejection."

"what makes you think you're her favourite, huh?" Tom comments snarkily, sitting next to you and bringing an arm protectively around your waist.

"well it's up for her to decide." Bill grumbles, "who do you like the most?"

"I don't know..." you finally reply after a little while, "I like both of you...?"

this renders them silent, before Bill finally cracks up. as he wipes away his tears of laughter, he says, "we were just playing with you, y/n! it's okay."

Tom sighs and pats your head, while Bill looks around. he then snaps his fingers, "hey, how about we play a game?"

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"uh..." you bite your lower lip as you think of an answer to the question the twins thought up of.

the game went like this: they gave a question and if you couldn't answer, you had to strip a piece of your clothing.

you had taken off your bracelets, your kandi, your socks...almost everything off. now you're left in your bra and panties.

Tom and Bill on the other hand...Tom had his shirt taken off and Bill had both his jacket and shirt off.

"three," Bill starts a countdown, his voice nonchalant.

"two..." Tom continues, staring at you up and down.

"one!" Bill cheers, "take off one thing."

you blush, panicking rather silently on the inside.

"c'mon, don't be a quitter." Bill giggles, sitting upright.

you think of a way to maneuver your way around the consenquences, and you eventually succeed in doing so. you take off the hair tie keeping your hair in a high ponytail, letting it fall onto your shoulder.

"hey! that doesn't count!" Bill huffs.

"it does! it's a piece of my clothing!" you chime playfully.

"hey, how about instead of clothes, it's a kiss instead?" Tom asks, smiling, "everytime you can't answer, you have to give us a kiss."

you narrow your eyes at Tom and he shrugs, smiling. thinking about it, a kiss is better than stripping bare, so you nod in agreement.

"alright then, next question!" Bill says, "y/n, do you have a favourite subject?"

absolutely not. you cannot answer this because truth is, there is not one single subject you like other than after school. you find yourself unable to answer the question.

the countdown begins again, this time much faster than the last. Bill cheers, "you didn't answer! now you have to give one of us a kiss."

"on the cheek?" you ask nervously.

"on the lips." Tom chides.

you bite your lower lip, wondering if you should do it or not. positive side is that, these are your idols and you'd definitely kiss them. negative side is that, you have no kissing experience.

so you decide to stomach your shame and crawl over to Bill. you lean in close and give him a quick peck to his lips, which makes both twins pause in their spots.

they never actually thought you'd do it. after all, you were so shy around them, it was probably a 20% chance of you thinking about kissing them and a 10% chance of actually kissing them.

as you pull away shyly, Bill's hand grips your forearm and he, with a dangerous glint in his eyes, says with a smile, "that can't be all."

he stands and pushes you against his bed, and your stomach churns as you realise what's about to happen. you feel a familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, your body shaking with excitement.

Tom snickers and says, "you don't mind me joining in, right?"

you stammer, "y...you? two of you? I don't think I can..."

"oh, hush." Bill smirks, lying down next to you on his side, "you'll do perfect, I know you will."

he slowly presses the pad of his thumb against your cunt, feeling it seep through the fabric of your panties. he leans down and captures your lips in a soft, comforting kiss.

Tom's hand reaches in and they wrap themselves around your soft, plush thighs, spreading them open to reveal the wetness in between.

"eager." he comments, licking his lips. this draws a blush to your cheeks, your mind twisting and turning with embarrassment as he says so.

you really felt dirty from how easily you were letting them fuck you, but c'mon, who wouldn't?

Bill removes his hand from your pussy, and with a swift tug, he somehow managed to unclip your bra and tear it off your body. he doesn't even hesitate in throwing it on the floor.

the cold air stiffens your sensitized nipples, and without warning, Bill wraps his lips around one of them, his tongue brushing against the bud while his other hand draws circles around your areola.

you whimper softly while you feel Tom tug your panties off. before you know it, he had gotten in between your legs and delved straight into your cunt like a man starved.

his tongue delves into your entrance, his nose nuzzling into your cunny, eliciting a moan from you. he ate you out like he had been depraved for so, so long.

his hands grip your thighs, digging into the flesh and leaving dark red, crescent-shaped marks onto your skin. he pulls away from your entrance, a string of your nectar and his saliva connecting his tongue to your hole.

his eyes stare upwards at you, and your breath hitches. he dips back in between your thighs and wraps his lips around your clit, suckling on it and pressing his tongue against it.

you gasp and reach down, grabbing his dreads that was pulled up into a ponytail...but without his usual cap and headband. meanwhile, Bill had his attention focused entirely on your tits.

he's an ass person, no doubt, and as much as he'd love to fondle that butt of yours, your breasts just looked too good to not be pampered.

his tongue presses against your nipple, while his other hand squeezes the bud and tugs on it, which just makes you confused from the pleasure. it's just your tits, so why the fuck do you feel so good?

the contrast of the cold hotel room and the warmth of his mouth was making you dizzy. plus the fact that Tom was eating you out like an all you can eat buffet just made you feel overstimulated.

your legs trembling as you grip the bedsheets harder, your head tilting backwards and your back arching off the bed was a tell-tale sign that you were about to cum.

Tom moans in satisfaction, sending a vibration of pleasure coursing through your veins. you buck your hips upwards, trying to get more but he settles you down via pulling them back down against the bed.

Bill leaves your nipples alone, grinning as he sees them all puffy and wet with his saliva. his teeth begin to nip at your breast, his hand groping your other breast and squeezing it.

he bites and licks, sucking on your flesh until it left a fresh purple bruise there. he seems so proud of his work that he decides to leave a couple more on your tits.

Tom's tongue finds its way back into your pussy and that was the last straw. you let a string of whines leave your lips as you squirm around in his stern grip, your orgasm washing over you while he drinks up every last drop you could offer.

once you had come down from your high, the twins pull away from you. just when you thought it's over, they prove you wrong. they begin to undress, agonizingly slowly.

you can't handle another minute more, but they seem to enjoy teasing you. they finish with taking off the basics, but you're too impatient for them to take their underwear off.

you quickly scramble to sit upright, facing the tents in their boxers. the saliva accumulating in your mouth is quickly swallowed down while you processed the sheer size of their restricted cocks.

Tom had a toned body, fit with a slim waist, broad shoulders, and a happy trail that lead down to the treasure within his underwear. Bill on the other hand, he was more lean but god, that v-line could kill.

you know for a fact someone would be paying to be in your place for even a second right now. Tom grabs ahold of you and spins you onto your tummy, making sure you're in a comfortable position. you watch tentatively as Bill slides his thumb into the rim of his boxers, his hands pressing against the front while he shimmies the underwear off his hips in an agonisingly slow motion.

you can't help it anymore. you needed it, and badly.

Bill's dick juts out of his boxers, hard and leaking with pre cum. each vein crawls to his tip, glossy with his own arousal. your tongue finds it place on the underside of his shaft, licking upwards kittenishly which elicits an erotic moan from the back of his throat.

you soon feel something hard press against your lower back, in between your ass. it slowly glides up and down, and a soft groan exits from behind you. you crane your head slightly to find Tom's dick already out of his calvin klein, and him teasing himself on your skin.

you swallow thickly, wondering if you could take him in. but you digress and move your attention back onto the leaking cock right in front of your face. you lick your lips to wet it, before propping yourself on your hands and knees.

Bill's hand ventures to your hand and he whispers, "alright, you ready, good girl?"

you nod, excited yet anxious. he prods the tip of his cock against your lips, drawing it along the slit. slowly, he pushes only the tip in, just for a little taste.

you press your tongue against his manhood, licking upwards and pulling away just to suck on it briefly. you look up at him, expecting praise, but the expression on his face is enough for your own warmth to pool into your lower abdomen.

he hisses, his perfectly manicured hand running through your hair before settling on the back of your head. before you had a chance to retaliate, he shoved his dick into your mouth.

the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and it makes you gag, your throat convulsing. he only moans louder, throwing his head back. your moans and pants send vibrations along his veins that simply bring him more pleasure.

slowly, he pulls back and thrusts it back in once more. your tongue lies dormant on the bottom of your mouth while he fucks your face, finding pleasure in seeing your eyes roll back.

but you're quickly brought back to reality when you feel something enter you. you were so wet, Tom didn't need any extra lubrication to simply shove it in.

a moan tears through your throat, which in turn makes Bill grunt in delight. you feel something in your stomach, a hardened tip prodding at your womb whilst it enters and exits as it wills.

the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother is doubled as Tom fucks you from the back, enjoying the image of your ass shake as he thrusts into you roughly.

you can't keep up with the pace, your hands are growing sore, and you're sure you're sinking into the bed. your body feels hot and your heart thunders within your chest. your jaw aches from Bill continuously fucking it with his girthy length...

you've never really taken into account on how big they could be. was it even human at this point?

well, whatever. who cares, right...?

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it's been three hours. condoms litter the floor but the twins have yet to be tired out. your body is sticky with both their and your fluids, and you've lost count at how many times you've cum already.

the bed sheets below are absolutely soaked, but the twins don't even care about that. your hands wrap around Tom's cock and lazily, you stroke him up and down. the gloss of your cum and his mixed together froths at his base, creating a white circle.

you swallow thickly as your hands loses its rhythms from Bill's fervent fucking into your spent pussy. your cunt ached from how much it was being stretched, and you were sure that your insides had already memorised each and every vein of the twins' cocks.

Tom hisses and grasps your head, pulling it back so you can face him. his face holds a devilish grin as he asks, "keep going, pretty girl."

you seal your lips and continue your handjob, but once more, it loses rhythm as Bill hits a spot within you. Tom sighs softly, slowly combing your hair back and reaching it to push back the wet strands that stick to your face.

"again, go on." he says with a smirk.

Bill snickers and you jolt awake when you feel his hand smack against your already red ass. the pain is short-lived, and what follows up is a warm pleasure on your skin.

you continue stroking Tom while Bill fucks you, and your hands grow frantic as you near your own climax. your hips jolt and your insides squeeze Bill, as if milking him for his own cum.

"relax girl...we're on our last condom. don't wanna break it now, hm?" he jeers at you, but you're too fucked out to give a damn.

you whine softly, swaying your hips left and right for him. he only laughs and spanks you once more, and a groan leaves your kiss-bitten, red lips.

Tom tilts his head back, his own groans and grunts growing louder by the minute as he nears his orgasm. his cock twitches in your hands, his chest heaving up and down fervently. his arms flex while he grips the blanket, about to accept his climax.

you're close yourself too, the motion of your hands tell you that much. your spine curves, as if welcoming Bill for a deeper position as if he wasn't already balls-deep inside you already.

your insides squeeze him as much as you can, your thighs tremble as it grows stickier from the juices that leak out of your cunt.

Bill moans softly as he nears his own. each thrust of his hips only grows even more frantic while he fucks deeper into you, as if desperate to get you pregnant.

his hands grip your ass even tighter, his teeth grinding against eachother as his pretty black eyeliner run down his gorgeous, pleasure-filled face. it's almost unfair how hot he is.

with a loud scream, you ride out your final orgasm as Bill's ragged thrusting brings you to a pleasure so intense that your entire vision blackens. white spots slowly appear and it's a short while before you finally regain your senses.

by the time you did, Tom had already came. ropes of his thick cum leaks out of his tip, slowly running down his cock and in between the seams of your fingers. the viscous liquid covers his dick in a sheer gloss.

you feel Bill pulling out with you and he sighs tiredly, pulling the condom off his dick slowly so it doesn't spill everywhere. your legs wobble before you completely fall, but Tom's there to catch you.

he pulls you into his arms and his voice coos gently, "that's a good girl...mhm, it felt good?"

you nod tiredly.

Bill smiles as he ties the condom, and throws it onto the carpeted floor for the maid tomorrow morning to clean. he climbs next to Tom and slowly, he strokes your thighs in hopes of soothing them.

you're exhausted, you can barely even support your head upwards for even a minute. Tom's smile is just like Bill's as he supports your head for you. he kisses your forehead, "just go to sleep, pretty girl."

"don't worry," Bill adds, "we'll be here till you wake."

and with their softspoke words, a sort of warmth courses through you and before you even know it, you've passed out in Tom's arms.

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[strictpunishedhubby]

Kennst Du auch das resignierende und angstvolle Gefühl, wenn Du über dem Hocker liegen musst, um darauf zu warten, dass Deine erzürnte strengen Frau Dir gleich Deinen Schlüpfer herunterzieht, und Dir Deinen nackten Po ausgiebig versohlen wird? Du liegst dort nur angezogen in Hemdchen und Höschen wie ein kleiner zu erziehender und zu bestrafender Bub, während Deine voll bekleidete Frau mit dem Rohrstock in ihren Händen spielt, ihn von Zeit zu Zeit zischend durch die Luft schwingt, ihn mehrmals krachend auf den Sesselarm schlägt. Bei jedem Schlag den Du hörst, zuckst Du zusammen, denn Du weißt zu genau, bald wird der Rohrstock Deinen nackten Po genauso hart treffen. Während sie bequem im Sessel sitzt und Dich beobachtet, wächst Deine Angst vor der unvermeidbaren Abreibung, die Dich gleich erwartet. Sie schimpft die ganze Zeit mit Dir in einem Ton wie mit einem kleinen ungezogenen Rotzlümmel und stellt Dir unangenehme Fragen, die Du einsichtig und reuevoll beantwortest. Du hast ihr zu bestätigen, eine harte, strenge Züchtigung ist verdient, notwendig und gerechtfertigt! Vor von Dir gefühlter unendlicher Zeit hat sie Dir befohlen in diesem Aufzug und beschämender und unbequemen Position auf die Tracht Prügel zu warten. Einerseits sehnst Dich danach Deine Frau möge sich endlich entschließt mit der Züchtigung zu beginnen, anderseits fürchtest Du Dich vor der schmerzvollen Prozedur, die Du und Dein Po aushalten muss. Du wirst von ihr zurechtgewiesen und bestraft wie ein kleiner Junge, weil Du Dich auch entsprechend ungezogen benommen hast!

Rebloge, wenn Dir dieses Erziehungskonzept gefällt, und / oder Du es für geeignet hältst, um einen unfolgsamen Ehemann nach dem Willen seiner Frau zu erziehen und zu formen.

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Do you also know the resigned and fearful feeling when you have to lie over the stool to wait for your angry, strict wife to pull down your panties and give you a good spanking on your bare bottom? You lie there dressed only in your shirt and panties like a little boy who needs to be trained and punished, while your fully clothed wife plays with the cane in her hands, swinging it hisssing through the air from time to time, hits the cane several times on the arm of the chair, with a crash. As she sits comfortably in the armchair and watches you, your fear of the inevitable trashing that is about to await you grows. She scolds you the whole time in a tone like a naughty little snot and asks you unpleasant questions witch you answer insightfully and remorsefully. You have to confirm to her, a hard, strict caning is deserved, necessary and justified! She ordered you to wait for the beating in this outfit and in a shameful and uncomfortable position for what seemed like an endless amount of time. On the one hand you long for your wife to finally decide to start the punishment, on the other hand you are afraid of the painful procedure that you and your bottom will have to endure.You will be reprimanded and punished by her like a little boy because you also behaved accordingly naughtily!

Reblog if you like this parenting concept and/or think it is suitable for raising and molding a disobedient husband to his wife's will.