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cgsunny · 9 months

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hello, here is a bit about me! 🍒 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sunny . 18+ . any prns . caregiver & therian 🌸 this is a completely SFW blog.

dms open | anon asks open | requests open ↳ anon/ask/request guidelines

you can call me mama/dada/baba, bubba, mama/dada/baba sunny, mama/dada/baba bear, etc! i am okay with any kind of gendered terms.

i am pretty easygoing. if something makes me uncomfortable i will let you know.

this is a safe space! all ages are welcome to interact with my content as long as you meet my byf/dni criteria.

this is a system friendly blog!

i often use pet names such as darling, kiddo, lovely/love, dear, honey, sweetheart. if any of these make you uncomfortable please let me know!

current anons: 🖍, 🍊, 🧸, 🐸, 🐙, 🦨, ☁️, 🍄, 🍂, 🦇, 🕸️, 🐇, 🟣, 🐺, 🎂, 🐕, 💾, 🪲, 🌩️, 🎀, 🫧, 🐁, 🍦🌀, 🐾, 🦋, 🍥, 🦈, 🐇🦋, 🔫, 🐈‍⬛, 🍫, ☃️, ☄️, 🧶, 🧺, 🐣, 🐤, 💫, 👾, 🌸, 🍭, 🌙, 🌷, 🍩, 🌌, ✏️, 📀, 🧋, 🌂, 🦈🐧, 🦕, 🐛, 🎠, 🍡, 🐀🐦, 🎧, 🍬, 💤, 🧃, 🪐, 🦊, ✨, 💗, 🌴, ⭐, 🩵, 🍕, 🎧, 🥀, 🤡, 💓, 🪅, 🃏, 🩵🎤, 🤴🏼, 🍒, 🖤, 👻, 🎻, 🐳, 🚀, 🥖, 🎧🦇, 🎵, 🍀, 👸, 🐾🎀, 📓, 🧁, 🐉, 💎, 🪼, 🍓, 🍯, 🐝, 🦎, 🏵️, ✴️, 🎨, [|87, 🔮, 🍔⭐, 👒, 🐾🦕💙, 📺, 🦈💙, 🌱, ⛈️, 🐑, ♠️, 🎃, 🍄🐕, 🍃, 🔴, 🦆, 🦭, 𖦹🔮, 🥨, 🦖, 🐻, 🥧, 🍎, 🦊🤖, 🤍, 🪬, 🤠, 🎶, 🎸🧸, 🎀🧸, ⚰️🦇, 🐢💜, 🐺🦴, 🪽, 😴, ☀️🌊, ☆, 🫘, 🕷🍒, 🐦‍⬛, 🐀, 🏎️, 🫒, ❄️, 🫐, 🪦🕸, 🦕🌟, 🍼, 🦦, 🦷🧸, 🃏🍬, 👽, M💚, 🐊🎀, 💫🪐

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☀️ my post schedule !! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

very sporadic right now, as school has gotten incredibly busy! however, i will try to respond every 2-3 days for asks.

new posts come and go depending on how busy i am. i apologize!

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revelisms · 4 months

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A mini-comic on Copia's (ongoing) dilemma of whether or not to shave the 'stache. Terzo is being a...somewhat helpful sibling.

Bonus ficlet with more context on this under the cut. In short: Primo and Secondo are absolute grumps, Terzo is a menace, and Copia is doing his best 🐀

1.2k words | T | Dialogue heavy, crude language, sibling-typical assholery (feat. Secondo's waning patience and Big Brother Terzo)

[You may be wondering how we've ended up in this situation...]

Or, at least, Secondo Emeritus had been wondering the same, glowering at his reflection in his suite's bathroom door.

"Lucifer's taint—the rat has been in there for twenty minutes."

"The what?" grubbles his hawkish elder brother from the window, half-marked with his skull paints.

Secondo ignores him; swings out his fist, instead, battering three knocks on the varnish. "We are due for the induction ceremony in fifteen, goddammit—Copia!"

A dismal sound echoes through the door.

"By the Saints' tits—"

"Ah, leave him be, Brother," Primo sighs, smearing a dash of black down his cheek. "He is putting on his finishing touches, eh?"

"Finishing touches. Finishing—" Secondo smacks out his palm, snarling like a disgruntled bear. "He has hogged the unblessed thing from the moment he entered the room. You would think the squirrel is making a winter's nest in there—"

"Then use another bathroom, yes?"

"It is mine! Fuck's sake—why are any of you in here—?"

And around the corner is dancing a torrent of black hair, face bared of makeup, rings clattering off the wall. "Out of the way, if you please—"

Secondo narrowly misses clocking his younger brother on the jaw, wrenching his arm out of his path. He snuffs when the current head of their church's suave ends up in a flattened grunt against the door, finding the handle similarly immobile.

"Feh—and now you wait your turn, Papa," Secondo snipes, notching his arms across his chest. "The little mouse has chosen an opportune moment to 'scape his every wrinkle, apparently."

Copia's voice barks miserably from the door: "I am not—"

"What is he doing?" Terzo hisses, palming back his hair.

Secondo huffs. "I've told you! Wasting my goddamned time—" His eyes stutter, cut down his brother's simply dressed form. For a pause, he chews on his words. Anger smokes off him like a pyre. "You are not ready."

Terzo swats his hand, trying fruitlessly again at the handle.

"You are not painted," Secondo growls on.

"Brother—hush yourself, eh? This is a matter of urgency—"

"You are due to be present, before any of us. Sister will have your ass—"

"Tut-tut—my chasuble—"

"Is where?"

"—Satan in hell—in the room, with the darling fool." He dances his painted nails sharply across the wood, graveling blandly to Copia: "You will have me in front of the clergy in my skin, little rat. You mean to do your Papa so horrendously, eh?"

From the window, Primo rolls his eyes, giving little reaction to the short-fused glare Secondo shoots at him.

"Just—just a minute," peeps Copia.

"A minute," Secondo gripes. "Twenty more, you mean?"

By the time Terzo has taken to kicking up one foot by the handle, bracing for a break-in, Copia has nervously creaked open the door. Their Papa nearly smashes his teeth on the counter.

"Ah!" Copia bumbles, red to his ears. "Sorry! Sorry—heh—it has been, eh—" He slams the door shut, avoiding Secondo's bouldering stare. "Agh, dammit—"

With some forced attempt at grace, Terzo slumps onto his elbows, fixing him with a dry leer. "Not only you leave me undressed, but you nearly ruin my smile?" He drags a thumb over his chin, with a scowl. "Forget Sister, little Coppie—if you so much as give me a need for veneers, I will have your hide, eh?"

Copia, slouched in his T-shirt and sweats, pouts miserably. "I—I—"

Terzo sighs, flicking his wrist dismissively. "What is it? You have the little pincher yapping a storm, out there—"

"Is it that bad?"

"...What?"

Copia runs his thumb and forefinger over his mustache, turning back to the mirror. "Someone, eh...well." His voice drops to a weary mutter. "They—they compared it to a combover, this morning."

Terzo's teeth flash: half-disbelieving sneer, half-barely contained smirk. "To what?" he chuckles lowly.

His brother sniffs. "This is not a laughing matter—"

"Oh, it is more than a laughing matter." Terzo narrows his eyes, biting his lip. "Combover," he repeats, and clicks his tongue. "Heh—should have compared it to a string of dog-hairs, no—?"

"Brother."

"No, no—a clump of herb-roots, perhaps."

Copia's eyes flash in dismay. "Brother—"

Terzo flicks his fingers. "I jest, little thing, I jest. If you are so concerned about it—"

"I'm not—"

"Twenty minutes, you've been ruminating over this?"

Copia folds his arms, glaring back at his reflection. "What should I do with it?" he mumbles then, looking like a slump of a twig ready to snap. He thumbs over his facial hair, again. "A little, eh...styling gel?"

Secondo's fist batters idly across the door, again. "Ten minutes," he warns. "If you two aren't dressed in five, you'll be dragged out by the hair." He pauses, then directs to Terzo: "And get my paints—"

"Yes, yes," Terzo snarks over his slumped shoulder. "We are having an intervention, your demoted Unholiness—shh. Now," he sighs, turning back to Copia, "who said this to you? Only we get to insult your integrity, you know. I will have the ghouls take care of the bastard, Coppie—you need only give the name—"

"No no no—it is all good, eh, all...all—"

Terzo pauses, furrows his brows. "...A sister?"

Copia welds his fingers over his mouth, giving a wretched frown.

"Oh, shit," Terzo hoots, and grins fully. "Nevermind, Brother. You are doomed. Shave it, this instant—"

"It—it doesn't bother me—"

"So you say, yet all I hear for ages is what to do, what to do, bleh—come off it." He fans his hand against the sink, in plain emphasis. "It is your face, no? Do with it as you please."

"But should I?" Copia whimpers.

Terzo pinches his fingers into his eyes.

"I, er—I just—"

"Just shave it."

In awkward silence, Copia brushes another touch over his mustache, tilting his head. "But—but it looks rather, eh, dashing, right?" he says quietly, in some quick attempt to reassure himself.

"Feh. To who?" Terzo snarks. "The mousettes in your little shoebox?"

Copia sends a fierce glare down his shoulder. Insulting his rats (as Terzo knew well) was often his final straw. "Brother."

Their Papa sighs: mock-offended. "So you ask my advice just to throw it back in my face, eh?"

"Tha—that isn't—"

"Typical."

"Listen here—!"

"No no no," Terzo grubbles, and sends a choice finger skyward. "I see how it is..."

"Lucifer."

Secondo's heavy footsteps sweep back by the door, joined by the hissing silk of his robes. He swings another clap of his fist to the door. "Seven—"

Terzo pops up from his elbows. "Mind my reach, Brother," he says, batting the cabinet doors against Copia's knees, and drags out the gilded layers of his own robes. "The regalia calls."

Copia baffles at the disorganized toiletries beneath the sink. "Why is it under there—?"

Terzo flashes a wink, grinning crookedly, and smacks a hand on his thigh. "Story for another night, little fool. Now hurry your ass up—Secondo will chop us in pieces."

Case in point, he bangs open the door, his brother's sets of paints brandished in hand, to Secondo's towering leer.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Terzo preens, ducking out of his reach.

Secondo gives up the banter: slops a black cassock over Copia's shoulder, instead, and growls, "Get out."

From the corner, Primo heaves out a dreary breath, finishing his paints with a neat click of lipstick. "The best time of the year," he comments, dryly.

Minutes later find the four straggling into the great hall, lead by Terzo's fawning swagger and mitre-capped bowings. Barely on time, to Secondo's stiff-lipped chagrin—but, thankfully, not late.

#the band ghost #ghost band fanart #ghost band fic #writing #ficlet #if it's not clear already: these four are taking over my brain #they're ridiculous #i love them #chaotic siblings being chaotic #papa i #primo #papa ii #secondo #papa iii #terzo #cardinal copia #drawing

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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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Ron Weasley as a boyfriend ♟️🐀

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this adorable food-loving ginger could include:

🍗🧣🧑🏻‍🦰

He loves his food and would eat anything and everything if he could, but he likes sharing his food with you and loves to feed you his last bite of food to show how much he loves you.

Super cuddly and likes to lay on your lap but has to make sure that you play with his hair so he can fall asleep.

Studying at the library? Nah, more like making out at the library and getting caught by Madam Pince and getting kicked out.

Molly and Arthur loves you and encourages Ron to convince you to stay with them at the burrow for half of the summer or winter break.

You would probably fight like an old married couple, but that's what most people find adorable between the two of you.

He's definitely a praiser in bed and likes to compliment the hell out of you and tell you how good you feel or how beautiful you are, and he's just generally pretty dominant.

Makes you play wizards chess with him even though he wins every time, he just like seeing you get all worked up and annoyed because he thinks it's super sexy then pull you into an make-out after, making sure you feel better.

He calls you cute nicknames like darling, sweet stuff, cutie, or doll.

Carry your stuff for you and won't let you hold one thing, not even something light. He always makes sure your hands are free to hold his hand instead of carrying something.

Likes when you call him Ronald (only by you), sweetheart, bub, or baby.

His love language is probably physical touch because he just loves to cuddle or have his hand just touching you somewhere because honestly, he can't get enough of you.

You're definitely the first one to say I love you to him, but then he gets all flustered and doesn't know how to act because he's just out of this world excited.

You would, of course, tease him mercilessly (influenced by Fred, George, and Ginny) but always give him a quick kiss to reassure him that you are just joking after he pouts and cross his arms.

He doesn't have a lot of money, but he saves what he got to get you something you really want and like, not worrying about his own interest as he puts you first always.

He's the best at making the coziest, most warm blanket fort for the two of you to be in.

He likes to be involved whenever you're picking something to wear for the day, not because he's stylish but because he likes watching you change and checking you out (every boyfriend ever, I swear).

He compliments you a lot but asks for loads of kisses in return or payment.

Before both of you even got married, you talk about the future a lot with each other and pick out what names you'll be giving to each of your children.

He loves smelling you. His go-to is to kiss the top of your head. That way, he can get a wiff of of your gorgeous smelling shampoo, but if not, a little peck on the neck doesn't hurt because he knows your sprit some of your favorite perfume on that area too (left & right).

He has no tolerance for people being mean to you or those who pick on you. He's quite protective of you no matter what so he can come off as threatening when he finds out people are messing with you.

A/N: Hey guys so I meant to finish off and post a proper Ron Weasley fanfic today but then I realized that I have so much school work and assessments left and right set all at the same time, and that I haven't started most of them so I have to take the L and post more listing style imagines these coming weeks because I just can't write when I'm stressed over school work. But don't worry proper fanfics will be posted soon because I have about 4 more weeks left until term/semester 1 is over and that I'll have my 2 weeks holiday meaning more time to write so I hope you understand x.

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@milivanili99 @igncrantbliss

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cannibal-auntie · 22 days

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Hi there, everyone! I've heard quite a lot about this site, and I thought why not take time to babysit! I do so love little ones, I'd be happy to have you all aboard!

♥︎Anon list: 🧸🌷, 🍼🐇, 🩸🦨, 🪴, 🧜✨, 🦝🐾, 🦌📻, 🪽, 📺🦈, 🪐, 🎤, 🐶, 🎀, 😇🎸, 🎈🍯, 🦀, 😋🤍, 🍪🍫💙, 🎮🔥, 🦴, 🎧, 🐸🥧, ♧(♣), ☁, 👽🐄, 🧇, 🍭, ⁉️, 🧃🐛, 🥫, 🦈🩹, 🦌🌹, ☕, 👑, ☀️, 🔥, 👻, 🪲, 🐀🧀, 🌟🦝, 💌, 💙, 🧸❤️‍🩹

♡Boundaries: please be kind in general, no disrespecting me or others! I'm quite patient, though, so I can handle a little tantrum here and there!

❢Nicknames I'm gladly alright with: mama, auntie, mommy, Anything else you'd like to call me!

ෆTags:

#auntieanswers - Regular asks

#thefridge - any art you'd like to share with me!

#rosiereblogs - just reblogging things from other lovely people!

Asks are: Open!

❣I hope you enjoy your stay at my emporium, darlings!❣

DNI IF: N$FW, KINK, GENERAL CRITERIA(homo/transphobe, racist, proship)

#hazbin hotel agere #fandom agere #sfw agere

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fantasyandshit · 3 months

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The true monsters

Type:Oneshot

Pairing: Dean and Sam Winchester x sister reader

Summary: The winchesters have hunted monsters practically their whole lives but when the youngest is taken, they find out who the true monsters are.

(I know I suck at summaries)

*****I usually don’t include warnings mainly because I forget but this is graphic guys so please be careful and don’t read if uncomfortable, this includes themes of violence, force feeding, kidnapping, torture, etc.*****

“I’m going for food.” I catch the keys Dean throws at me- my motorcycle of course. I’d never get to drive baby, especially not alone.

Sighing I leave the motel room and head to the 24/7 diner down the road, it’s late, about 1:30 am so no one’s really out except the people at the bar next door as I walk into the brightly lit Diner. “And what’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here alone?” I turn to see a very clearly drunk old man. I choose to ignore him as I turn back to the counter and wait for my food.

Finally after sitting awkwardly with the man staring from across the room I get the food and leave, failing to notice the man that steps from the shadows of the alley behind me. As I pull my phone from my pocket to text my brothers a cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose and after struggling for a moment, all goes black.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Did Yn send you a weird text too?”

“Uhh no? What does it say?” Sam leans over my shoulder as I show him the text from our sister.

Rug rat 🐀

He- foo-

“Yeah that is weird, maybe it’s just a glitch in her phone or something? I’m sure everything’s fine.”

I hesitate a moment, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Somehow even as I say it, I can’t shake the unease that settles in my gut.

———

*Yns pov*

I wake up in a dark, musty room, I’m laying on a table with my arms, legs, chest, hips, and head held down by thick leather straps and a cloth gag sits in my mouth. My eyes move frantically as the fog slowly leaves my head. “Good, you’re awake.” A figure from the corner moves forward before I feel a cool touch run down my torso, that’s when I notice I’m completely bare. My eyes frantically search the man’s face, recognizing the drunk from earlier. “Don’t panic darling, everything is gonna be just fine.”

A muffled scream leaves my lips as his fist connects with my kidney twice before he steps away. As the man leaves I take in the room, in the far wall there looks to be a table, bottles and needs lined across it varying in size and color, I try and fail to struggle in my restraints as the cold metal of the table bites into my skin. “Now now love, no need to struggle.” Another man steps into the room, followed by the drunk from earlier. “I should explain, see me and my boy here we needed a new test subject, and when we saw a pretty lady like you all by herself, well we just couldn’t resist.”

I try to process what he means but my brain is still slow, that’s when I feel it- a prick in my neck before fire burns through my veins, spreading rapidly. I thrash and writhe, muffled screams and sobs leave my lips as tears and drool cover the gag, slipping down my chin.

———

*Deans Pov*

“Ok, something definitely isn’t right, it’s been two hours and Yn isn’t home.”

“You’re right. We’ll go to the authorities later, this doesn’t seem like an us case. We can drive around and look for her though.” Sam seems too calm in this situation, although that’s always how he’s been while me and Yn were always hot headed.

Me and Sam decide to drive over to the diner, “Sammy.” My voice is weak as I call my brother over.

“Oh god.” A shaky breathe leaves him as we see our sisters motorcycle on the side of the road, her keys, wallet, and phone on the pavement beside it.

———

*Yns pov*

I don’t know how long has passed at this point, three hours, three days, I don’t know anymore. My body is numb from all the injections of who knows what and the beatings I’ve taken, there’s currently a tube down my throat held in place by a block to keep my mouth open as food is forced into my stomach because I wouldn’t eat, an IV runs more drugs into my bloody, bruised body. Everything hurts as I lay on the metal table, rats squeaking in the corner.

“We found her!” The door is busted open and people rush to me, “hey, hey we’ve got you.” It’s a man, he has a vest with the letters FBI on him, a hun in his belt as he gets me from the restraints. “This may hurt a bit ok?” He grabs the tube currently in my throat and pulls, causing a spluttering choke to leave my forcefully parted lips before the block is removed after the tube. next to go is the IV before I’m carefully picked up and rushed outside into an ambulance. That’s when it all goes black.

———

My eyes blink open as i feel rough sheets beneath me, panic surges through me as i feel something in my mouth and needles in my skin. I start ripping at whatever my weak body can, not understanding where I am. “Hey, hey. Yn you’re ok, you’re ok. You’re safe, you’re in a hospital and you’re safe. The tube is to help you breathe, the IVs are helping keep you stable. I need you to calm down for me.”

A strangled cry leaves me as I take in my oldest brother, care and concern in his eyes as he looks at me. Nurses and doctors flood the room and shortly after the tube down my throat is replaced by something in my nose. “Dean?” My voice is horse from lack of use.

“Yeah baby, yeah it’s me. I’m here. Sammy uh- Sammy went to go get some food and coffee, he should be back soon.”

“How long?”

“Look kid I-“

“How. Long?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, “two weeks, you were out while here for another week after that. God I’ve been worried sick kid, that doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Surprise hits me, two weeks, those freaks had me for two weeks. I squeeze the hand that holds mine as I look to Dean with teary eyes. “You’ll make it through this. You’re strong. I’ll be here every step of the way. I love you sis.”

“I love you to De.” With that I nod off into a peaceful sleep, my brothers hand being used as a pillow.

—————

I know it kind of sucks but here you go. I hope you enjoyed!

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #supernatural x reader #supernatural #sad #sister reader #dean x sister!reader #sam x sister!reader

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mysicklove · 4 months

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BRO THE WAY I GOT A NOTIF FROM YOU EVERY SINGLE TIME I WAS TRYING TO SHOW SOMETHING ON MY PHONE TO SOMEONE LITERALLY HAD ME FIGHTING TO SWIPE IT UP

-🐀

WHY DO U HAVE NOTIFS ON FOR ME TURN THAT SHIT OFF🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

#💌 - love letters #🐀 darling #LOLOLOLLL

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Romantic/Platonic Yan! Junkrat with a GN! Darling, who also make bombs, but they don't like a Junkrat because of his clingy behavior and his interest at their handmade bombs (and at them).

🐀

I'll spill some ideas on this, sure! May be short but hope you enjoy :)

Yandere! Junkrat with Tinkerer! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Dubious companionship.

Junkrat is already clingy as is.

A Junker with a shared hobby of his? Well now he's just got to know more!

You two are both similar yet different.

You probably don't make your bombs for the purpose of crime sprees.

You may make them for a different purpose, such as selling them for demolition projects.

Junkrat doesn't really care about the motive of your hobby.

He just thinks, as a fellow enthusiast, you two should get to know each other more!

Junkrat would try to start interactions with you by saying you and him like the same thing.

He may even bring out some of his latest inventions to convince you.

Junkrat may even propose the idea of working together as tinkering partners.

You try not to associate with the Junker.

You just make useful tools to sell off for a pretty penny.

You most likely have also heard of Junkrat's... track record.

Not wanting to deal with a literal criminal, you try to keep your distance.

Junkrat, however, has a hard time with distance.

The more you move away and say a project of yours needs work...

The more Junkrat insists on helping you so you can bond.

I'd imagine him following you around like a lost puppy.

He may even rant to Roadhog about you, usually just gushing and frustration that you keep ignoring him.

Roadhog may even confront you... leaving you terrified.

Junkrat adores you... you may even be a big help to their team!

They're both good at inventing... you'll fit right in!

So, what do you say?

Are you going to join their little team...

Or will they have to convince you some more?

#yandere overwatch #yandere overwatch junkrat #yandere junkrat #yandere jamison fawkes

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krenenbaker · 5 months

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for trey:3

oooooooh, thank you!! :D

Ginger:

I'm going to say both, I think. Trey and I both intelligent in our own ways; he has a slightly more science-leaning intelligence than I do, and I'm a bit more artistically-inclined, and we have different ways of showing that intelligence, too. In terms of who's more sensible? again, I'll say both, but maybe at different times. Trey and I are both responsible, but I also think that we both can be a little, shall we say... strange in terms of our choices ^^ (Trey and I also both tend to avoid risk, so sometimes may avoid something that would be sensible to do because it seems too risky)

Calico:

I do! and I think he does, too. we have a lot of things in common - from our backgrounds, to our humour - and can understand one another fairly well because of that. I support him in what he does and in his interests, and he supports me. despite us learning and exploring new things with each other, and disagreeing on some topics, it almost always feels comfortable and safe, which is something that I also feel so lucky to have found with him :)

Tuxedo:

casual dates!! sure, fancy dates are nice, but a casual date, where we're just spending time together in our busy schedules, that's the way for us. maybe we're just taking a walk, or studying, or spending some time in the botanical gardens, or baking, or just watching a movie at Ramshackle... it's perfect, no matter what we're doing. (though, our occasional fancier dates are also lovely!)

#krenenbaker's questions #ask game #self ship #self ship ask game #my darling baker ♡#hgkjafhkjadkl this felt a little weird to do (since I'd never really done something like this before... and also speaking in the 1st person #but it's also really fun!!#luc✧🐀

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what if you wrote reader making arcane characters a flustered mess 👀

Hehehe otay

Slightly NSFW for some adult themes or situations

I am going off of the dictionary definition because I forgot what it meant lol If you meant something different, my apologies anon. I think I made some of them more annoyed than anything. I'm so sorry...

Fluster: make (someone) agitated or confused:

"there's nothing you can do or say to fluster Bernie" · "the false start flustered me a bit"

•🐀Silco

-When you call him on his bullshit or when you're right in an argument.

-Also gets annoyed when you do a power play on him. It is supposed to be his thing and there you are, being so...sexy

"You're not being discreet, Silco. You messed up and you know it." You said as you flipped to the next page of your book. "Just admit that you were wrong, and I was right." You looked up and saw him swirl his drink, giving you an annoyed look.

"If you were right, I would-"

You shut your book and leaned forward. "Darling. The whole bathroom is bright pink. I told you not to buy her that dye-"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, lighting his cigar. "She was making you a gift."

"And I love it, but the bathroom renovations? Not so much." You got up, going to him and sitting on his knee, running a hand over his chest, seeing a slight pink on his face. "Now say it." You purred in his ear.

He huffed and leaned back, hand resting on your thigh. "You were right."

Humming and pulling on his tie, you leaned closer to his ear. "Good boy."

•💣Jinx

-When you fix things that she can't

-Wearing her clothes and looking super cute in them. Why doesn't she look that cute in them?

"Pudding, you're pouting." You said in a sing song voice from your perch on her desk.

"And you're being annoying, sitting there like some hot piece of cake." She snapped back, fidgeting with another one of her gadgets.

"A second ago I was an attractive asshole. Am I being promoted?" You slid off the desk and swayed your hips as you walked over to her, bending over when you got in front of her.

"Promoted to thief!" She huffed, her face bright red. "They're my favorite underwear and your ass is way juicier than mine so now, they won't fit."

So, your ass was bigger than hers and therefore you had ruined her favorite underwear? Oh, this was good. "Then take them off."

Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed at you. "What?"

You leaned in a bit more and licked your lips. "Take. Them. Off-"

Jinx had you on the ground before you finished that sentence.

•⌛Ekko

-Cleaning his workspace. How. Could. You?

-Doesn't take criticism well, even if it is constructive.

You tapped your boot on Ekko's and he turned his face away, still pouting with his brows pulled together in that mean frown of his.

"I didn't say it was ugly, Ekko." You sighed, tapping his boot again.

"'Babe, I don't think that the green was the best choice for our room.'" He said in a mocking tone. "I spent all day painting!"

You groaned as he threw your words back at you. You clapped your hands together. "'Was the best choice'. Not the worst." You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, planting a kiss on his cheek. "And it looks nice, but next time, lets pick the color together, yeah?"

"Hmph." He was still pouting, upset that you weren't thrilled about Firelight Green being the theme of the entire space you inhabited with him.

"Wanna see if the walls match my underwear?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him. "Do a couple of 'swatches'?"

He picked you up so fast and put you over his shoulder as he marched up the steps to the room, still muttering about how he was going to prove you right.

•🦇Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-Compliments, telling him he is handsome in front of his friends

-Really gets to him when you put yourself down. Will not have it, you are an angel on earth

You noticed the glare almost immediately when you were talking to a new Firelight and the guy had put a hand on your arm. Then the arms crossed, and you could tell he was biting his cheek to stop from himself from saying something stupid.

The man was mad. Excusing yourself, you made your way over to Scar, watching as his lip twitched. "You okay?" You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

He growled and looked back up at the new Firelight, then back down at you, lip twitching again. "Oh, no! He was just being nice."

That didn't make him feel better. "Scar..." You pouted a bit. "He doesn't even have cute ears. How can you be jealous of him?"

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes and his arms dropped, hands on your shoulders. Smiling, you reached up on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips. "Well, tonight we can be loud enough, so he knows who belongs to who? Hm?"

You always knew how to cheer him up.

•💪Vander

-Putting yourself in dumb situations without thinking

-Backtalking

The door slammed behind you as you stomped into the room you shared with Vander; jaw clenched, and hands balled into fists. He was hot on your heels, and he had the biggest scowl you have ever seen him make.

"Don't get mad at me." He crossed his arms "You had no business getting between two brawlers to break up a fight."

"We can't afford a new pool table!" You threw your hands up. "And they already broke a regular table. Thankfully we have an extra to replace it."

"I had it, love." His scowl was beginning to fade, but he was still upset. "You could have gotten hurt."

"But I didn't." You held up your finger. "In fact, I got a couple good jabs in myself."

"That's not the point, dove." He took a deep breath and took a moment to get his thoughts together. "One of these days I'm not going to be there to get you out and then what?" He put a hand on your arm. "Please stop giving Vi ideas."

You giggled, not that angry anymore. Yeah, it was a bone head move. "Yeah, she gets all of the bad ideas from me." You said sarcastically. "Never you."

"Never." He kissed your forehead.

•🔥Finn

-Telling him no. Pouty, pouty baby boy

-Undermining him

"No, Finn." You snapped, pushing the contract back at him. "It's a bad deal and you know it."

"Do I?" His eyes turned into knives as he glared at you. "I don't think I asked for your opinion."

"Hm." You crossed your bare legs, watching his eyes gloss over a bit while he watched you do it. "I think you did when you showed it to me."

He stared you down while flicking his lighter, cursing himself for doing this while you were in your silky night clothes. He could see your nipples and your legs were exposed. "Maybe I showed it to you so you would know who really makes the decisions around here."

You clicked your tongue. "Oh, I see. Still seems to me like it isn't you."

Click. Click. Click. "Do you really want to go there?"

A devious smirk spread on your face, and you licked your lips. "I didn't have too. You did it on your own, pretty boy."

Click. "Get your ass over here and we will see who is in charge of who."

•⚒️Jayce

-Is actually a tidy person. So messing with his tools will drive him nuts and disorient him.

-Lying about touching his tools and don't blame Viktor. He knows.

"-did too." He muttered as he set the wrench back in its place. If Viktor was bad, you were worse about keeping things in place.

"Janna, Jayce, I did not!" You spun in your chair, pulling your goggles down. "I put it back in the drawer!"

"It hangs up." He straightened up and pointed at you; he just caught you in your lie. "Try again, sweetheart."

You sputtered and groaned, rubbing your face. "Ok, but I tried to put it back!"

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "In the wrong place."

"I tried! I can't remember where it all goes. This is crazy." You turned around, turning your back on him. "-becomes a counselor and a terror all in one week." You mumbled under your breath and picked up the gear you had been trying to carefully put in place.

"Say you're sorry, baby." You saw two large hands on either side of you and could feel his breath on your neck.

"Sorry you're a clean freak." You sniffed, pretending to concentrate harder.

You could practically feel him tense up and make a face of frustration, making you hold back a laugh. No, you would not do it this time.

"Okay, then." Without warning he had you up on the desk and pinned, smirking at you.

It made you laugh, how he thought this was going to make you say you were sorry. "Now I am definitely not sorry." You pulled on his shirt.

•📖Viktor

-Folding the corners of books to book mark them. Only animals would do that nonsense.

-Unnecessary noises drive him insane. Please, do not-

The tapping was getting louder and louder and now he was barely unable to think, just tap tap tap.

"Darling, would you be so kind as to stop?" He turned in his chair and asked you politely. You probably didn't even know you were doing it.

You looked up from your book and blinked before you looked at your hand, realizing you were tapping your nails on the table. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." You put your hand under your thigh.

He gave you a sweet smile, thanking you before turning around and going back to his work.

Swishswishswishswish- he turned back around and saw you looking at him while running your hand over a textured surface. "Darling-"

"Yes?" You smirked, seeing his eye twitch.

"Must you?" He raised his brows, his jaw flexing as he clenched it.

Swishswishswishswish- you went faster, keeping eye contact. "I fear I must."

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, licking his teeth. "My dearest, most beloved darling- fucking quit."

You burst out laughing, your stomach muscles getting sore with how hard they clenched with laughter. Did he just say fucking? You had never seen him so annoyed with you.

"Oh, this is funny?" He was trying to look intimidating, but you could see the smirk. You heard his chair rolling towards you and then you were trapped between him and your desk. "You think this is funny?"

"-I made-" You wheezed. "You said fucking." Your ribs hurt so bad.

His hands gripped your thighs and pulled you closer before sliding up to more intimate parts. "I'll show you funny."

•🖌️Mel

-Tickling. Why would you do this to her?

Finding out that Mel was ticklish had been a delight to you and anguish for her. You found out by running your fingers down her side as you laid in bed with her. Your eyes lit up and a big smile spread across your face as she wiggled away from you.

"Mel, are you-"

"If you do it, I swear, I will-" You pounced and tried to pin her, but this was Ambessa Medarda's daughter and she was not going down without a fight.

"Darling, you better stop!" She was a lady! A councilor!

You were able to pin her momentarily and get her real good and for the first time you heard a real good laugh out of her. Not a chuckle or a soft, reserved laugh, but a good loud laugh right from her belly.

Stopping, you wrapped yourself around her, smiling like mad as you pressed your face between her shoulder blades. "I like your laugh."

"That was so unbecoming." She looked at you with disbelief.

Giggling, you kissed her shoulder. "I know and I loved it."

•🚬Sevika

-Hiding her cigars. She knows you hate it but babe, stop

-Using her weaknesses against her

"I swear, I put them on the table-" Sevika felt over her pockets and growled when she didn't find what she had been looking for. "Babe!" She turned around and looked at the living room. No, she didn't leave them there.

"Yes?" You called from the bedroom.

"Have you seen my smokes? I left them on the table- damn it, babe." She groaned as you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, smokes in hand, completely naked.

"Oh, these? Yeah, I have them." You held them up and waved them around a little.

She sighed and held out her hand. "Please give them back." Try the honey first.

"Hmmm." You pretended to think. "No, I don't think I will."

She rubbed her chin in aggravation and groaned again. "I do love you, I really do, but you are being such a shit right now."

Giggling before faking a pout, you looked at the cigars in your hand. "You're not even gonna fight for them?"

What did you want? A full-on brawl? "What do you want? I'm gonna be late."

Smug and feeling very empowered, you held out the cigars. "You can have these-" You pulled them back when she went to grab them. "Or..." Your voice got sultry. "You can have me."

Oh, she loved you so damn much. "Hm, I have to think about that." She teased you back and you gasped, feigning offense.

"Ok, fine." You tossed them on the bed behind you. "Gotta get through me to get them."

Sevika was already taking off her cloak. "Oh, I'm coming."

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I LOVE BEN!

I need Ben and farmer darling.

Think about all the animals farmer darling has. Like cows, pigs, chickens, cat, dog and HORSES!

Ben would be in animal heaven!

(Can I also be 🐀 anon?)

(I think that's available so sure)

Ben places the last bag of chicken feed on the barn's floor, fixing his cap as he rises. "Think that's all of them, Y/n."

He streches as he looks out the open gates. It was a real nice place. Plentiful fields, large acres of lands for animals to roam free. It was like a different look at the garden of eden, fit with its own rendition of god. You've single handily run the farm for the better part of three years. It was in shambles when your relative gave it over to you, but you managed. Your one man parade wasn't a solo party anymore with the help of a friend you made not too long ago.

Ben was a part-time delivery driver for the company where you got food for your livestock. You caught him looking over the horses one day after a delivery, and that's how your friendship began. Unbeknownst to you, he was chatting with them about you - not that they could respond. He admired them greatly, but was always looking for the right chance to speak with you longer. Turns out it was them in the end.

You exhale. "Thanks again, Ben. I don't know how they got that mixed up."

Your order had apparently been shipped off along to another farm along with its order. Ben, out the kindness of his heart, bought replacements and brought them over in his truck.

"It was no problem." Pink dusts his cheeks at the expression of gratitude on your face. "I'm always glad to help you out, Y/n."

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to make it up to you? Maybe stay for dinner?"

"Oh- I don't know about all that..."

"We can spend the rest of the afternoon with your girl until it's time to eat."

He couldn't say no to that.

Ben carefully pulls open the stable doors. "Poppy!"

He hurry over to the speckled steed. Poppy was a newer addition to the farm when he first came around and had yet to be named. He unofficial called her Poppy due to her tugging on the sleeve of his jacket with the same color, and it eventually stuck.

He strokes her mane as you approach, cooing. "Daddy's here. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?"

"It's only been a few days since you last stopped by." You chuckle. "If you miss her so much, you should just move here."

Ben goes beet red at the attempt at a joke. That was his biggest dream, and in a way - he already had. He would d take the secret to his grave, but sometimes, when it grows dark, he comes back to the farm - staring at your silhouette in the farmhouse. He'd imagine himself beside you, cleaning up after dinner and heading out to check on your animals before venturing up to your shares bedroom. Absolute heaven.

"Heh, yea.... maybe."

As the day continues on, you eventually head back to the house. After a quick meal you both clean up and chill out in the living room. Ben takes a sip out of your cup when you're not looking, savoring the indirect kiss for the few seconds he came. You decide that it's too late for him to go home and set up a place for him in the guest room.

"Night, Ben. If you're around in the morning, maybe we can get you some riding lessons."

"Night."

You shut the door. Once all the lights in the house go out, Ben creeps to your room. He listens to the sound of your soft breathing. It's almost enough to put him to rest right then and there.

#Ben my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere imagines #male yandere #tw yandere #soft yandere #yandere fluff #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere blurb

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