#:P nonnie

[hopeluna]

hey apparently you could boop the kitty on the boop-o-meter, and it'd boop back.. I didnt know!! T^T

also... mandatory boop attack!! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅ

:P (just being a little silly-)

ULTIMATE BOOP ATTACK INCOMING!!! ฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅฅ

#Went a little overboard 🤭 #♡! hope's asks #♡! hope's notes #:P nonnie

[romanovthinkver]

ughhh daddy nat would def fuck your plush thighs no one can change my mind 😊

daddy nat doing a thigh job ‘cause she’s obsessed with your thighs.

she nestles her thick shaft between your plush tights squeezing just right. the cock head brushing up from the labia till the butt cheeks due her enormous length, you can feel her pre cum coating your cunt and the texture of her bulbous veins. daddy nat has one arm around your torso and the other busy to keep an hold on your ass.

she start to thrust her hips hard growling like an animal, your ass being abused on hard slaps too.

that’s what she does. her green eyes becoming darker and darker by the sound of your squelching owned cunt and your pretty little sounds as she thrust harshly and fast.

when she feels she’s about to blow, she slips her cock into your pussy, breeding you only to pull out to see her hot semen coating your abused thighs. from her lips rolls down degrading words and praising.

she slowly rocks her hips to make sure once again her semen is spread on your thighs nice and well.

she owns you and every inch of your body, your daddy can’t stop claiming you with her cock in any possible way.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #g!p natasha romanoff #natasha x you #g!p natasha #natasha x reader smut #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagines #daddy! natasha romanoff #daddy!natasha #daddy!nat #anon ask #anonymous #nonnie #romanovthinkver #answered

[getodrools]

GOOD AFTERNOON LAVIII !! hwo are ya :3

i might js make an everyday appearance but HEAR ME OUT !! a year ago or so i made a lil joke saying i want toji to fuck me with his gun but like.. what if he actually did > 0 <

just wanted to share that :333 IM SO HUNGRYYY, im cravin pancakes but im pancakeless :( you could he sleeping so if you are i hope ur sleeping well and dreaming of super cute things :D : D TA TAAAA (that’s a fancy bye)

— pearl anon

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ omg gm, i was dreamin’ ! ♡ ‘n i’ve been well, which i hope you've been feeling the same too pearl ! <3 besides the no pancakes disruption ;( ( ! ! but i do hope this feeds ur cravings in some way ??! sob — chocolate pancakes ( >> ) or fruit-based ??

★ ┆ CONFESSIONS .ᐟ ───── TOJI FUSHIGURO ‧

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, dub con ( coercion ), gun / fear / and power play, interrogation, degrading, slight praising, squirting, choking / asphyxiation, humiliation, &’ dacryphilia. ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.1K + |

“Tell me where your brother is.” The silencer attached to the sauntering man's gun was cold – at first… The teasing against your ridden hood was no longer enough to set you straight – to spill out any more information he coveted for, solely wreaking a mess out of you; a spill of only silky cum ran down the table he interrogated you on, all shame flowed into a glistening puddle below…

Now the slim, steel barrel between the quaver of your thighs was scolding… “This’ll all end if you just open more than these pretty legs and tell me where my scared little target is. Alright?” And he jams it deep, no hesitation in plugging you up with a loaded gun to the hilt…

Slippery folds spread wide to make room ‘till the invading metal eases in – ramming through your cum-soaked embrace. It hilted in your steaming depths with shocking ease before dragging back with a slight roll; he'd twist at the handle to slide around — left and right, left and right like a q-tip swirling around.

Eyes squeezing tight, “Sir… Please, I told you–” You hiccup, “Told you… I don't know…” You didn't know him, or even knew your brother had a damn hitman chasing him down. Well, it’s a slight explanation as to why he abruptly vanished last week… but you still had no clue of the exact reason!

You didn't know anything!

But you do know, you couldn't risk your brother's life any further. Damnning family loyalty.

The scar lined down the broad man's lips wrinkled stiffly as he frowned, “Where did you see him last goddamnit.” You shake your head, almost a sob falling through feeble lips in response.

Still not good enough. He clicks his tongue.

“Sweetheart,” The mix of gentle words and a pistol shoved up your pussy was… odd, “Before he left, did you at least see him take a scroll?” Raspy voice drawing out slow for you, he tilts his head, “Think real hard f’me, ok?” You barely could muster up words! How in the world could you even remember a stupid piece of paper while a gun is lodged inside you?!

Oh fuck…

Your eyes fill with light, and so does the killers, believing you were about to spew out the truth, “Yeah, yeah, I know that look, tell me.” The only truth spewing out was your cunt reacting vividly to the twisting pole splitting through you.

Another, milky mess splatters at his grey pants and around his gun. Runny with a shimmer – damp and soiled, he soughed as you tremble embarrassingly along the tabletop… Cunt clenching around the working barrel, you cry out; the trepidation, adrenaline, and coerced pleasure from a — truthfully, a hunk of a man was all foreign, shaking a deep rattle in you.

Gasping ‘till the shady room fell silent…

The man's shaggy hair falls with his head, dropping it low with a sigh followed, “It’s just a simple yes or no. Use your words this time, honey.” Patience running eerily low.

Toji had a damn job to do. He was ranked highest in his field of work for a reason. He never cared to show mercy when it came to his money, and that's exactly what his consumers loved. Toji always got the job done one way or the other... Even if working his gun with lethal strokes inside your pussy ‘till you couldn't bare another rumbling high was undoubtedly a way… Anything to get what he needed to get what he wanted.

And before you could reason by catching your breath, your interrogator leans over your feeble body; a stiff leg booted between yours as the other crowded you in on the side. Hovering over you full flush, Toji fills his free hand with your throat, as if he was trying to stifle the very answers out of you.

“I’m giving you one more chance,” Those same words he's said a good handful of times rang through your ears, “Speak up.”

“… I–I…” But the firearm pulling and twisting around your insides was forcing your lips to clamor.

You haven't had room to properly suck in a fresh breath of air in the past three hours…

Verdant eyes scanning your face, so close, you could feel the flutter of his lashes tickle at the stained, wet cheeks that puff out. Welting in tears, you shiver, “I don't… I don't remember…—!” You hear the stiff pistol driving through your silken furrow cock back.

Oh fuck.

“Heh. You really don't now?” Burying all inches of glossy metal inside tight walls, then retracting and slamming down harder, Toji’s grip tightend too, “ ‘Cause I feel like you do. A little birdie told me you even helped him out, huh.” Fuck.

Cum churned with sappy liquids; dragging a translucent milky ring around his suppressor, nothing was going to impede his assignment.

All brisk motions left your gummy insides shivering potently and brain to slosh into a mushy pile… Toji kept at it ‘till you seemed fucked out of your mind. ‘Till you actually couldn't give him any more answers...

<– BACK : PINNED ⊹ ࣪ ˖ NEXT : MORE TOJI –>

#i HAD to write more on ur lil joke !! :p #i might've gotten carried away tho :c sob ♡ #🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮! #ᝰ toji fushiguro! #tw dub con #tw coercion #tw gun play #tw asphyxiation #tw dacryphilia #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #📮 [ nonnie : pearl ]

[jewreallythinkthat]

Could you kill a Palestinian child yourself? Or do you prefer when it’s done with bombs and snipers? Personally, any dead children brings me to tears. But for yourself it seems to me somewhat enjoyable? Or at least you appear indifferent.

I've said over and over I want this to stop, I want Gaza rebuilt, I want an international effort to support this and I want a Palestinian state established alongside Israel so both peoples can live in security and dignity. Where do you get that I want people to die in this?

In terms of my tone, I don't have the privilege to get emotional when talking about this. If I show any emotion, I get tone policed and ignored. I have no choice but to be calm when talking about it so the idea that you are trying to tone policed me into a position that you can dismiss me for being frustrated upset is laughable. Do better.

#jumblr #antisemitism #i/p #ask answered #youve clearly not read replies or other things ive said so im gonna just assume youre trying to find jews and upset them #let me ask you this nonnie #is there anything i could say or do outside of calling for the destruction of half the jews in the world that would have been enough?

[oldworldghost]

Are requests still open? If yes could we maybe see a jealous P please? Like he’s learning his emotions and he learns he doesn’t like jealousy or something

Jealous Pinocchio! ☆

↳ Hello nonnie! Requests are indeed still open, and I love jealousy prompts >:3 also sorry to everyone who has sent in a request that I haven't answered yet, I have been sick and busy, well, playing the game </3 Under the cut because this is a long boy

➸ Okay so jealousy with Pinocchio obviously depends, much like you said, on how human he is; how much he knows about not only his own emotions, but emotions in general. It's because of this that, at first, there really isn't a lot of instances of jealousy on his part, and what instances there may be are not going to be immediately recognisable as such. And of course this is due to the fact that Pinocchio just doesn’t have a good grasp on his own emotions initially; he knows he’s feeling something and that that something is almost unpleasant, he just doesn’t know what to do with it or even what to call it.

➸ The main way jealousy at first manifests with Pinocchio is a little off putting, almost. You could probably mistake it for a sort of increased protectiveness; when he sees you talking to someone he stands close, glares at the other person or just watches like a hawk for the duration of the conversation. He doesn’t say anything or really do anything and it gets a little creepy. Don’t get me wrong, Pinocchio doesn’t mean it in a bad way whatsoever – he just wants your attention – but to everyone else it looks like he’s waiting for whoever you’re talking to to suddenly attack or something. It’s his eyes that do it, they’re so dead that is just doesn’t inspire any form of ease when it happens. Luckily, these instances are rare and fairly easy to handle. Just give him your attention and he’ll relax. And of course, as he grows this habit of his simmers down and changes.

➸ [Honestly though this could be so funny too because like, despite the fact that it’s both unnerving and rare I imagine that everyone would eventually end up catching on to what’s happening and god they have a field day with it. Especially Venigni. He doesn’t mean any harm but seeing Pinocchio look like he’s going to combust on the spot is a little bit funny. Do the rest help enable Venigni and this habit? Maybe, maybe. Eugénie is the main co-conspirator here.]

➸ As Pinocchio changes and becomes more human he settles into his feelings more, he learns and grows to not only feel them but process and identify them. And this, of course, goes for jealousy as well. Through both his own experiences and talking with humans Pinocchio is able to realise that yeah, he’s felt jealousy. That that's what that uncomfortable tightness was. However what is most interesting is that the more human Pinocchio becomes the more jealous he finds himself getting, and on a more regular basis. A part of this is because there is an increasing depth to his character and emotions, so naturally they grow more intense, but the more important part is the growing cause of his jealousy; that being his nature as both puppet and human.

➸ Now I do believe that Pinocchio never had an inherent desire to be human, and that it was something he strove to become because he believed that his father would want him as one, and because as a “special puppet” it would only make sense for him to try and change his nature. And so what Pinocchio was or should be never quite bothered him at first - more just filled him with a sense of confusion – but as he grows more human the more he genuinely wants to be one, and your relationship with him plays a major part in that and his jealousy. You see, Pinocchio wants humanity so he can truly love you, but it is this growing humanity and desire that places the weight of what he really is on him; a puppet and as such not enough.

➸ It is jealousy born of insecurity, the more he tries to change the more his faults become apparent to him. His perceived inability to emote, to understand; the disconnect between himself and you, the gap that Pinocchio wonders if he will ever be able to truly close. He is worried, very much so, about being replaced or cast aside, because if the choice came up between himself and someone fully human, well, why on earth would you chose him? This insecurity is only heightened post game, where – and of course spoilers – Pinocchio has been betrayed by his own father, the person he thought loved him despite his being a puppet. I don’t want to build it up too much, but being told you’re only there to be replaced and that you’re not enough by someone who you trusted has to leave its mark, especially when you share memories with the person you were supposed to be only to realise that they were never enough either. Like, yeah. Ouch!

➸ Of course as Pinocchios’ emotions grow so do the rest of his abilities, including being able to tell what he truly does vs doesn’t like feeling. He could always kind of do it, but now he is able to fully articulate the why of it, and jealousy has landed itself into the category of “I Do Not Like This”. Now that itself is fairly obvious, no one likes being jealous, but the main reason its there for Pinocchio is because it makes him feel bad, almost guilty. To him jealousy indicates a lack of trust in partners, but the kicker is that he does trust you. Despite everything that’s happened Pinocchio places his full trust and faith in you day after day, or at least he thinks he does, and on top of that even if you did end up finding someone better and/or leaving he would have no right to stop you. If you wanted to it would break Pinocchios heart, but he would let go because he would hate to try and control you; to force you into something you don’t want to be in. And so not only does his own jealousy make him feel bad but it confuses him greatly, because Pinocchio knows that he can’t control you and that he can trust you, so why does he still get that sinking feeling when he sees you with someone else? [It’s the unresolved issues, but you didn’t hear that from me]

➸ On a lighter note though, while Pinocchios jealousy is heightened and most frequent post-game it will naturally simmer out, much like how the whole protective-jealousy phase did. That is not to say that it is a fast process, naturally it is slow and time consuming - and that in part is due to simply how many things there are to do now that his father and Simon are dead - but with the support of yourself and a few makeshift therapy session with Gemini and Sophia [i.e. literally just talking about what he’s feeling], it ends up being something that he can handle a fair bit better than before. Still a slow process, but manageable [also PAUSE imagine Gemini on a table and Pinocchio laying on a couch like they’re actually in a therapists office with Sophia taking notes].

➸ Anyway yes, the main thing that helps is through talking to you. It gets to a point – and rather quickly at that – where Pinocchio finds that he just really needs to tell you what he’s feeling. He feels bad about it, of course, but I think what he really needs to be told at first is that it’s just natural. People get jealous even if they don’t want to or mean to and sure maybe not like he does, but that is something that can be worked on. Pinocchio needs support in his own ways and for his own things, even if he might not necessarily want to admit it, but luckily Pinocchio can also a very transparent lover, especially after becoming human.

➸Okay to drag this whole thing on let’s back peddle a teeny bit. How jealousy manifests at the heightened point actually shares similarities with how it initially manifested. However instead of coming off as protective it very obviously comes off as jealousy mixed with something akin to fear, for reasons already discussed. He also develops the habit of just quite literally pulling you away from whoever you’re talking to and taking you somewhere else. Pinocchio does this under the guise of “I’m human now so I want to spend as much time with you as I can to bask in it” but it is very obviously just Not That. Or more not fully that, anyway. It does retain a little bit of the humour it originally had, and yes there’s still a little bit of poking fun and riling him up [especially from Venigni] but that is rare, mainly because it’s kind of also just sad that he feels the need to do it after everything they’ve all been through together. And Pinocchio knows rationally that none of them are going to try and “steal” you off him, for lack of a better word, but that rational thinking just doesn’t help much here. However this is also not the only habit that develops, sometimes Pinocchio will simply avoid you for a little, a sort of self pitying isolation mainly because he doesn’t want you to see him upset or jealous. None of the hotels residents know which one is worse to witness, honestly it might be a tie.

➸ Okay so on an actual actual lighter note [and because we cannot be here all day], once both Pinocchios’ relationship with his humanity is better his jealousy becomes something fairly rare, much like at the start. And by that point Pinocchio has also come to terms with it too, it’s a part of him he can accept and make peace with. After this, a lot of instances of it are just kind of cute. Like I will be absolutely real with you he is playing it up to get your attention; you’re getting puppy dog eyes, pouting, and in private Pinocchio’s going to go on some very light hearted spiel about how you no longer love him, all “woe is me” on you. As a human Pinocchio has grown a rather mischievous and sassy yet still gentlemanly personality and it so fucking shows here. A lot of these instances of jealousy are caused by, you guessed it, Pinocchio not getting enough attention, which is a little funny because by this point he’s very able to be alone by himself for a while. The other instances are people just getting too close [i.e. Venigni and Eugénie] or things of that ilk.

#HELP NONNIE THIS ENDED UP OVER 1.7K I AM SO SORRY SJKKDZFHG #also I am thinking of writing some fucking uh #pinocchio or venigni kink hcs would anyone be interested in either of those #Of course this is all a lot more complex than I have made it out to be but you get the idea #I really don't want to make an analysis here so sdkfjhgsdhf #also if this isn't coherent just do not tell me #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #pinocchio #my writing

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Lmao. Why would I EVER dream of being Captain Carter?? Natasha was the one I wanted to be like when it comes to facing the harshness of reality. She is #queen. Captain Carter on the other hand? Cringe. She is, after all, from a country that colonized so many other countries, and the effects are still there as of today. No way I'd admired Captain Colonizer 🙄

But that's how these kinds of characters work, 'Nonny...

It's inconceivable that someone could love them less than they love themselves!

#anti what if #release the cracken #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #antipeggy #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #mcu meta #captain coloniser #remember folks: REBLOG 🔁 / DON'T JUST LIKE 🤍

[aiqingdemeimiao]

Ben in Susie Hall’s last insta post if you squint

i'm p sure he's wearing the same shirt as he was for dinner with his family so where did his ugly vest go??? did evie make him burn it before leaving the table or something

#ben whishaw #he knows i hate p*dro pascal so refused to be in any of the other group pics just so i wouldn't have to post them on my blog <3 #what an ally to the anti-pedro community this man is #(before anyone asks: pedro was in a terrible han propaganda chinese film (長城) like 10 years ago and i've hated him ever since haha) #my grudges never die #thanks nonnie 😘

[ask-bellringer]

did you hear? there's a rumor that the Trains at the Cashbot Headquarters are planning a revolt.

(sounds of train blaring and screaming in the distance)

#asks #toontown corporate clash #benjamin biggs #bellringer #chris p dolair #chief financial officer #ask blog #[ooc: catching up on these... sorry for the wait nonnie LMAO]

[maybeimamuppet]

"For the record this is self-destructive/ For the record I'm aware of that" w rejanis

send me a song lyric and a ship and i’ll write something based off it!!

tw for self harm/scars

mentioned outing/general homophobia

-

“I need a second before we go in, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick. I’ll meet you inside,” Janis says just before she and Damian enter the doors for Spring Fling.

“Ew,” Damian eloquently responds before he shoves her off in that direction and goes parading through the double doors. Janis rolls her eyes and clunks her way down the hallway towards the ladies’ room.

It’s kind of weird, being somewhere she’s been so many times before this late at night. She can hear the music from the gym thumping all the way down the hall, and all the lights but one are out. Almost like she’s in another dimension.

The one constant in every dimension is Regina George.

Janis is reminded of this as the blonde steps out from the stall furthest away from her and struts up to the mirror. She’s still unfairly gorgeous even in that spinal halo.

Janis tries not to let her shoulders tense as she pointedly refuses to acknowledge Regina’s presence. She touches up her dark lipstick, combs through the ends of her straightened hair.

“Janis,” Regina says, sounding almost surprised. Janis sags against the sink a little. Shit.

“Hey.”

Regina pulls a tube of glittery lip gloss out of her purse. She puts the tube in between her lips to unscrew it and swipes it on that way. She’s put her lip gloss on like that since they were in sixth grade. It’s almost comforting to know that some little details of her former best friend are still in there. It’s muffled around the tube when she says, “You look nice.”

Janis blinks in shock. Did-did Regina George just compliment her?

“Seriously?”

“I just said so, don’t be thirsty,” Regina tuts. So Plastic Regina is still there too.

“No, I mean- thanks, I guess,” Janis says. “But after everything you’ve done you’re just gonna say that like… nothing ever happened?”

“Yeah,” Regina shrugs. Well, as best she can with the halo. “Look, I know I have to change. I know I’ve been a bitch-”

“You can say that again.”

“But how am I supposed to start?” Regina says softly. “Unless it’s with you. I’m also, like, off my face right now, so I don’t really have a filter and now felt like a good time.”

Janis blinks at the pink-tiled wall behind her. Someone has brilliantly sharpied ur fuckin gay across it. And in a strange way, it makes Janis smile.

Because she is fuckin’ gay, and she’s proud of it now. And all it took was… the worst experience of her entire life, and the girl in front of her.

“You never cared,” Regina continues softly, knocking Janis out of her trance and back to the gross bathroom they’re in. “About anything I did to you.”

“What?” Janis says, unable to contain a dark laugh. “You seriously think I didn’t care? Did you miss the part where I tried to kill myself and was out of school for a year?”

“…You what?” Regina asks.

Janis shakes her head and undoes the buttons on the cuff of her navy blue sleeve. As she rolls it up she sighs, “Unbelievable.”

Regina reaches out a tender, immaculately manicured finger to run over the white, raised scar tissue permanently etched into Janis’ flesh. Space dyke. Cut as deep as the words did.

“That’s why you were in art therapy,” Regina says. Janis looks at her in confusion when she notices her voice is thick with emotion and sees tears rolling slowly down her face. “And I made fun of you for it.”

“Yeah,” Janis agrees softly. She feels like she’s dunked her head in a bucket of ice. Regina George is touching her scars. Janis hasn’t even let Damian touch them.

“I loved you too,” Regina says suddenly. “I-I panicked when you told me you liked me. You were so brave, and I’ve always been… such a coward. And I took all of it out on you. And you never deserved any of it. I’ve always loved you. And-and I still do.”

“I have too,” Janis says softly. Regina looks at her, icy blue eyes reddened by tears and probably a significant amount of painkillers. “Do you have any idea how fucking irritating it is to still be in love with the girl who ruined your life?”

“No,” Regina says. “But I know how much it hurts to hurt the one you love.”

“Then why did you keep doing this?”

“I couldn’t stop,” Regina says. “I got… hooked.”

“For the record, that’s self destructive.”

“For the record, I’m aware of that, thank you very much,” Regina huffs. “You’re a fucking boss, Janis Sarkisian.”

“You’re high,” Janis scoffs.

“Hohoooo, yeah,” Regina agrees with a goofy huffed laugh. “But I’m serious, too. You’re a fucking phoenix. You rose above everything I ever did to you, and now look at you.”

Janis does, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She can’t really see in the weird lighting, but she… likes what she sees looking back. She hasn’t felt that in a long time. Since the before time. “Phoenix.”

“And I wish I wasn’t the one that set you on fire, but I’m glad it made you who you are now,” Regina continues. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” Janis says. “For everything Cady and I did this year. I know Cady’s been eating herself up about it, too.”

“Does that girl ever sleep?” Regina chuckles.

“I don’t think so,” Janis laughs back. “But hey, first apologies for both of us are done. Makes letting her apologize easier.”

“True,” Regina says softly. “Can we be okay?”

Janis is quiet. She’s hit with wave after wave of memories and feels like she might drown. She looks in front of her and sees a life preserver.

She surges forward and kisses her. Regina gasps, but carefully maneuvers the halo to a good place to kiss her back.

“I think we can be okay. If we work on it,” Janis gasps when they break apart.

“For the record, this is self destructive,” Regina teases.

“For the record, I’m aware of that.”

But I don’t think it is.

#FINALLY GETTTING TO THESE WHOOPSIES #also i didn’t proofread these #and sleepy ezzy really likes italics apparently so sorry not sorry #anyway thanks nonnie!! #entropy with ezzy #swear tw #mean girls #mean girls the musical #rejanis #also sorry this is p long

[sommerregenjuniluft]

i will peel an orange for you

dont play with me rn

#if you feed them to me i promise i’ll suck the juice off ur fingers all sexy i’ll make it so good for u #anomnom #i’m beginning to think this is all one anon #nonnys do you maybe want to sign with an emoji so i know who i’m talking to?: #:p #no pressure thoo

[hopeluna]

(p.s.. r we kinda like.... ice cream n waffles? ///) :P

ICE CREAM !!! I would love waffles cause it sounds delicious but i tried making it once and it came out so bad i cant- 😭😭😭

#♡! hope's notes #♡! hope's asks #:P nonnie

[dovesndecay]

Firstly: your dog is adorable, and you're handsome, so thank you for that (gay gay homosexual gay)

Secondly: I'm having a good day and thinking about playing more Lies of P, where all the puppet disarticulation is definitely a metaphor for something, and all the weird crystal mutants are...catholicism? I know I don't like them, so maybe that.

omgosh thank you on both counts!!! <3 *blushy swishy face*

I had to look up Lies of P because I hadn't heard of it before but it looks really cool, so you should absolutely play more. (I'm definitely adding it to my someday game list to play! It looks gorgeous, and the plot summary gave me Alice: Madness Returns vibes with a Dark Souls aesthetic)

#hey nonny nonny #askbox #lies of p

[askedwardelricanything]

♚ Carrd ♚

#Edward Elric #fma #fullmetal alchemist #full metal alchemist #fmab #fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood #{Nice try Nonny XDD #{I half assed the title of the book :P But it says Super complicated book

[incensuous]

almost went off anon just to share images but i’m too much of a coward 😭 i apologize for the discord link. anyway, this is copy pasted from the wiki of what ephraim says in jp for that bit (i can no longer get the japanese button to work on the wiki so this is an old screenshot lol): https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1067293931433381918/1110747625726169118/IMG_3586.png

obviously google translate is Questionable but it’s hard to imagine what else “strange rumours” could mean lolll.

this bit was from a little collection of maps that had a few sets of siblings, some of which may be normal, but it also contains eldigan and lachesis from fe4, whom you…. may have heard of. she’s canonically in love with him (says a lot that she can’t see herself getting married because no man will ever compare, and if you make her daughter marry eldigan’s son, the daughter says lachesis was in love with him lol). in the game it’s not ever shown how he feels about that, but in the official manga (by oosawa if you’re curious) they very nearly have sex. the only reason he doesn’t sleep with her isn’t because they’re siblings, but because he knows he’s likely about to die and he’s not willing to let her “live with that sin” on her own. this franchise……………..

the chapter where that happens, if you’re curious :) https://mangadex.org/chapter/92ae5c75-5700-4d07-a569-f01a6a92c798

[LINK]

THANK YOU FOR LINKING THIS

I. AM.

FUCKING.

S C R E A M I N G

sobbing crying throwing up why'd they have to make it so heartwrenching. but it's only so sad and tragic because they present the two of them so beautifully in love with each other, that the audience cares and is sad they can't be together <3 i'm shook that i actually haven't heard of these two and WOW, they're amazing.

i read up until the part where lachesis is told her brother is dead (feel free to point out more great moments if i should continue reading) and goodness... so many amazing moments between them in just the few panels i read. i find reincarnation so sweet yet tragic, but hey, wild idea, CAN WE JUST LET THE SIBLINGS KISS AND BE HAPPY FOR ONCE.........

this is a work of fiction, let the man have fucking titanium bones idgaf!!!!! he man-of-steels that sword and comes waltzing home like hey funny story i think i'm part-wolverine, anyways let's continue where we left off!! my theory for why they didn't let eldigan talk about his true feelings for lachesis in the game is because they were afraid of the absolute incest bomb that would've happened.

as for ephrika ... <3

i have ABSOLUTELY NO CONTEXT FOR THIS, BUT:

"WHEN IT COMES TO BROTHER-SISTER LOVE, I HAVE NO INTENTION OF LOSING. AFTER ALL, OUR RELATIONSHIP IS ENOUGH TO MAKE STRANGE RUMORS." -Ephraim, 2023

SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST EPHRAIM!! in this translation, he sounds so proud!!! he's like "you think you love your sibling? well people think my sister and i are having sex! TAKE THAT!"

#shipcest #ephrika #eldigan x lachesis #canon #pls what is eldi x lach's ship name.... pls. there's no god if they have no fans/fandom #also nonnie no worries if you feel nervous being offanon #my inbox is always open #and if u ever feel like it my messages r also open i think im p judgment free #i mean. look at me #who tf am i gonna judge lol #i get the fear too it's why i made this whole separate blog lol #long post #im so sorry this is monstrously long im vomiting my feels #replies #anon

[oldworldghost]

Telling stories to Pinochio fron Lies of P about Fairytales or whatever crap reader made when reader is bored !!

[Preferably former librarian Reader x Pino :3]

Tell me a story and I'll tell you I love you

↳ Anon I absolutely love this prompt, so I had to write a little something for it. This is definitely more focused on Pincchios' feelings for you as opposed to the actually story telling bit, and I think by the end especially it kind of stops being about the request a bit I am so sorry LMAO. Let me know if you want hcs or something else instead! :D

↳ This is currently unedited, I’ll do that tomorrow!

Pinocchio sits beside you, head resting limply on your shoulder as he finds himself falling deeper in love with you.

You’re sharing one of the many stories in your knowledge with him, something old and undoubtedly picked up from your time as a librarian. Something – Pinocchio thinks – that only you know now, expect maybe Antonia, but he’s seen you catch even her by surprise with fanciful worlds and characters. It’s an insurmountable act of love, to hold so much in your mind and with such care. No details [at least from his knowledge] forgotten, no characters left aside for fear of boring the crowd. Every bit just as important as the other, no matter how minuscule it is.

Some part of him wonders if you do the same for everyone else, collect the lore of the hotels final inhabitants with the same wonder you share for characters. What do you remember about him? Pinocchio likes to think that you hold onto everything he’s shared with you, sprinkle him across the stories of your own making. Maybe he’s something that inspiration can be found in, someone you admire more than anything. Built up in your mind like the greatest of heroes. You could care that much, he thinks, and he could even be your favourite.

Maybe you’ve even found Pinocchios’ love for you spread across his pages. He doesn’t see how you could miss it, there’s so much that he doesn’t even know what to do with it except sink in it. Day after day, night after night. He’s sinking even now, nestled into you side in one of the hotels many unused rooms.

It’s your voice that keeps Pinocchios’ attention. You’re onto the part of the story where a great battle takes place, the last defence of mankind against a dark and terrible lord. Both the lords strongest servant and a king have been slain, and yet despite the story nearing its peak Pinocchio finds himself unable to focus on your words. He catches phrases, can understand your tone and the pronunciation of speech, but it’s difficult to put the meaning together. Any other day and he’d be engrossed in it, hanging of every syllable like a starving animal, but today his mind is preoccupied.

The feeling in his chest is growing unbearable, and he wonders if his gears will simply cease to work as a result. It might not be the worst thing in the world, to die by your side. He might even be able to call it a pleasure, a privilege.

Still, Pinocchio doesn’t particularly care for the idea of his own death, especially not when there are more pressing matters on his mind, and so with a bout of almost uncharacteristic boldness he sits up. You don’t pay him any mind, not until hands – rougher than he means them to be – turn your body towards his. Lamely your sentence finishes, head tilting to the side and eyebrows knitting together in a look of confusion and mild amusement.

Pinocchio takes the opportunity to look at you, really look at you. Blue glass eyes take in every detail, every curve and dip and mark, your breathes growing shakier as he leans in. There is a mole under your left eye, he notes, a faint scar running across your mouth. He traces it with his finger and your breath hitches, an incoherent mumble of something that feels like it’s his name. Moonlight shines in above your head like a halo, and Pinocchio thinks you couldn’t look anymore gorgeous than you already do. He wonders if he looks as beautiful to you as you do to him. The sparkle in your eyes, the glint of what could be called awe suggests that he does. Pride and love fill in Pinocchios’ chest until he’s moving without thought, leaning – sinking, always sinking - into you. Lips, clumsy and adoring, press against your own in a fleeting kiss, pulling away before you’re given the chance to respond.

You see the man before you grow from confident to timid in the moonlight, as if coming to the realisation of what he had just done.

“I-” Pinocchio cuts himself off, going to speak only to be met with his own silence.

He doesn’t know why words aren’t forming, and for a moment he wonders if something malfunctioned in him during the kiss. You can see the gears turning in his head, a question forming on the tip of your tongue. This time, Pinocchio cuts you off instead of himself.

“I’m in love with you. I’m sorry to be so sudden, but I,” he takes a moment to steady himself, “I could not be quiet about it any longer.”

A breathless laugh bubbles in your throat in response, a smile curving its way on your mouth as you go to speak, “I was wondering if you did. For a puppet you’re not exactly the most subtle person I’ve met.”

It’s Pinocchios’ turn to be surprised.

“You knew?”

“I was hoping I did. Never said anything because I didn’t know if you felt that way or if it was wishful thinking on my part. Hell, didn’t even know if you could actually feel such a thing. I mean, I know my stories are good, but I didn’t know if they were that good.”

“You... feel the same.”

“Of course,” the smile on your face is crooked and it takes everything in him not to kiss you again, “you’re a very hard person not to love.”

“Say it, please.”

You laugh once more. It is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

“I love you, Pinocchio. More than anything,” his heart feels fit to burst, “now can I please get back to my story? We’re nearing my favourite part and I’d like to be done by morning.”

“Yes, please. I would like that.”

As Pinocchio settles back into your side something in him clinks into place. He is unsure what it is, but as your hand slides into his and your fingers intertwine Pinocchio thinks that this is what it means to feel at home. The feeling of love only deepens, tearing it’s way further still into the recesses of his being. It will leave him bare and broken before you, he is certain of it.

Listening to you speak; Pinocchio can’t think of a better way to be swallowed whole.

#sorry about how long this took nonnie!! #still trying to get the writing juices flowing properly #anyway enjoy nonnie :D #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio #pinocchio x reader #my writing

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Yeah, now I realize that Peggy embodies "white feminism". Which I never liked any way because I'm an Eastern woman, and I've watched a lot of Eastern media that has strong ladies that are VERY well written compared to how white Western women are written. I wish Hollywood could stop this "white feminism" bs and watch a bit of Eastern media to see how feminism actually works, but it's obvious that they won't do that...

(Link to other Anon ask about this very subject 👆)

It's even worse than white feminism with Peggy because white feminism implies she at least sticks up for other white women, but instead Peggy really only cares about herself?

You've got her, for example, telling a male colleague not to speak up for women (plural) getting recognition in the workplace because she (upper class white woman, singular) knows her value, and hers is the only opinion that matters.

You've got men (Steve and Edwin Jarvis) realising that, because of her ego, the only way to make her go along with a plan is to kiss her ass / make her think it was her own idea.

In her show, you've got her not befriending a whole floor full of female (white) blue-collar agents in favour of putting civilian (white, blue-collar) women's lives in danger, unncessarily and repeatedly, because she wants someone to serve her. (Her only female friends are servants or villains. And they never address it in-show, but the real reason non-white women don't appear in AC is because their mere existence would reveal Peggy's whining about being discriminated against as deluded.)

In What If... they've got her stealing the plots and agency of other (white) female characters, (whose only job is now to kiss her ass and be sidekicks in what was previously their own story), as well as her relegating WOC to the role of her sidekick, etc. in stories there was no reason for her, specifically to be in.

(Plus there's the tradwife-ism of her entire existence centering on a man and that man's interest in her and her getting that man at the expense of all his other relationships. Take Captain America away and she has no significance at all.)

After What If...?, she now fully embodies the Mary Sue self-insert of a white woman who believes the universe should revolve around her.

#anti what if #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #antipeggy #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #mcu meta #remember when t'challa was starlord #and they had people fangirling when they met him... as a JOKE? it was supposed to be FUNNY? #like they knew it was preposterous for a character to be treated this way?? #not with saint margaret. with saint margaret they treat that same idiotic thing as if it's completely rational. #they think they can make a character competent and impressive just by having (actually competent and impressive) characters kiss their ass #but that's not how that works