#actually that's a lie ahahah

[tardis--dreams]

What I always fail to consider when I create my absolutely realistic to-do lists and plans is the fact that I'm just. So so tired

#either i am a giant cry baby or there is something wrong with me #(in this house we ignore chronic lack of sleep and other unhealthy lifestyle decisions and questionable dietary choices and habits #that has absolutely nothing to do with my feeling of utter exhaustion #this feeling of malaise is completely beyond my control #no but fr i think i would feel 90% better had i slept 1 more hour last night #idk how i survived the first 3 months of this year where i was getting 3 hours on average #i had at least 4.5 hours last night and i feel like dying lmao #had to lie back down this morning after finishing my preparation for the seminar and doing some yoga because i felt like passing out #but i went to class and it was actually okay today and i didn't faint and i even contributed something #amazing #(i mean we were forced to say something but i did say more than the bare minimum so i think that's an absolute win) #uh anyway i need to work for 2 hours and then study korean and do my homework and realistically that's gonna take 4 hours at least #and i need to prepare for my seminar on Thursday which realistically also takes at least 4-5 hours because I'm so fucking slow #and technically i need to work and catch up with my other 2 courses which would require 2 hours a day #and i need to write my stupid term paper from last semester but i haven't even found a topic yet and i need to prepare my stupid #presentation for one seminar and then start working on the term paper for that as well and then start working on the term paper for my #other seminar and then #I'm just way too overwhelmed lol- idk how people manage life. i feel like a rotten corpse all the time and don't even do anything #i need to clean and do laundry and take out the trash and do the dishes and do laundry and write emails and #i just wanna sleep ahahah #ok I'll stop complaining now. I know how much other people do all the time and my workload is nothing in comparison. #i just like to be dramatic #void screams

[elryuse]

MOONLIT SEDUCTION

MIYEON X MALE READER

Tags : Co-worker, Teasing, Seduction, Creampie

It was late at night, you and your co-workers were busy finishing all of the left over papers that have been given by your boss. Everybody was hella tired, including yourself. Your whole body was so stiff, and your eyebags were so black and lifeless. All you can think about is having a nice cold glass of beer to make all of the stress go away.

So After you're done with your work. You asked all of your co-workers to have a nice drink at a nearby Gukbap restaurant. And without any hesitation, all of your co-workers agreed. And so the night went on. You're currently having a big cold pint of beer, followed by a nice warm bowl of Gukbap, a bowl of steaming hot rice, and a platter of banchan at the table.

The moment the soup and rice touches your tounge, it immediately warms your soul like never before. The feeling was so cozy not to mention, when you followed it by drinking some cold glass of beer. The feeling was just majestic and refreshing. Your co-workers are also enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant as well.

Not to mention this particular co-worker of yours. You kinda forget about her name. But if you're not wrong her name is something starting with Miyeon or something. But not gonna lie. She's looking beautiful af tonight. I mean she's not wearing her usual office look. She instead changes her clothes to something a bit more revealing and a bit sensual.

"Hi there"?

"O-oh Hi".

"Do you remember my name"?

"U-uhmm... I kinda forgot sorry".

"Ahh crap... That's alright... I'm Miyeon... And you are"?

"Oh.. Y/n.. Park Y/n".

"Oooh... You're that new kid"?

"Ah yes.. Ahahah".

"Well... I hope you're doing your best alright".

"You gott itt".

As she sways her way to your other co-workers. You can actually see something that you shouldn't see. Because her dress was so short and tight. Every time she leans on someone. You kinda see her panties and a little bit of her ass as well. You were kinda shy and wanted to tell her, but she was just enjoying her time. So you didn't really bother to tell her.

This party continued, until it was basically midnight. And everybody was pretty much Deadass drunk and tired. So after helping your co-workers to get home safely. You were left out there with none other than Miyeon. You kinda forget that she didn't go home yet, so the whole situation was pretty awkward actually.

"So... It's just us left huh"?

"Y-yeah... ".

"Hmm... Well I think it's time to go home... It's getting late".

"Y-yeah you're right Noona".

"Hey.. Uhm... Can you possibly... Accompany me back home? I swear it's pretty close to here.. I'm scared to go home at this hour by myself".

"O-oh O-okay.. I-if it's alright with you.. ".

" *chukle* I'll be more than welcome to be accompanied by a cute guy like you Y/n... *grab your hand* Alright... Let's grab a taxi".

"O-okay".

WELL... THIS IS AWKWARD.

"What are you waiting for? *chukle* Get inside dummyy".

"O-okayy".

Inside the Taxi. Miyeon was basically holding on to your hand tightly. It was awkward yet comforting for you. Especially knowing that you'll never do something like this in your life. She was very playful and even teased you pretty much the whole trip. She started playing around with her hands by touching and rubbing your hands. Slowly going down and closer to your crotch.

Before she finally stops. And giggles at your cute reaction.

"Are you horny baby"?

"N-noona not here and not nowww"!!

"What's wrong.. The driver won't hear us don't worry".

"Stopp... This is wrong... I don't even know you yet".

"So what"??

Miyeon suddenly grabbed a hold of your erected cock. Before admiring how big it has gotten. She giggles and licks her lips as if a predator was locked on to its prey. She suddenly gets closer to you.. And she suddenly kisses your neck.

" *mwah* "

" *shocked* Whaaa... ".

"Hehe your reaction is so goddamn cutee".

"P-please stop Noona".

"Nuh uhh".

/sorry to bother you two.. But... We're here/

"O-oh Thanks sir".

"Thank you Sir.. Have a good night".

/Hahaha yeah yeah... Have fun.. You two/

After stepping a single foot inside her apartment room. Miyeon immediately pushes you towards her room. Kissing your lips passionately. The way her tounge intertwined with your own was hot not gonna lie. She was very good at this... And Y-you are just starstruck.

"Hmm..... Let's do it".

"... *pant*.... D-do what.. "?

" *smirk* I'll just remove this dress... And then..... Tadaa".

"N-noona"??

Miyeon suddenly undresses right in front of your eyes. Her skin was white and smooth. Her body was petite and so perfect. She Smirked while eyeing your body from head to toe. She smiles, before walking closer and closer to you..

"Let's go to my bedroom".

" *gulp* ".

"It's okayy... Babe... I'll be gentle on you".

As you walked towards her bedroom. You Were suprised by the amount of furniture that was scattered all around her room. It wasn't a cheap piece of decor either, I mean I can clearly see an art piece that would sell for thousands, heck maybe even million of dollars just sitting there on her walnut colored wall.

"Don't let that decoration bother us babe... We're here to fuck not to see some boring art piece... Come here... ".

"O-okay".

Suddenly Miyeon grabs your body and slams it down to the mattress, before plantimg her soft and silky lips down to your own. The kiss was long and delicious, the way her tounge twisted inside your mouth was divine. After the kiss ended, she immediately started to ride your cock slowly and Erotically. She didn't insert it just yet and just playfully teasing you.

"F-fuck.. N-noona".

" *chukle* Do you want me? Do you want to fuck me baby"?

At this point rejecting her offer is just plain dumb and outrageous to do. So without any hesitation you immediately said.

"Yes. I want to fuck you so bad".

" *chukle* beg harder baby.. And maybe I'll let you do it inside of me".

"P-please Miyeon Noona.. Please let me fuck you... I've always loved you.. And I always wanted to fuck you".

"Mhm... *chukle* alright then".

And just like that, Your cock makes an entrance to her now wet and slippery walls. When you went in, Her pussy walls immediately gripped onto your cock. The feeling was heavenly and there was just nothing like it.

"Fuckk...".

"Mhmmm so big... Hehe".

"N-noona You're so tight".

"Mhm.. Do you like it"?

"Y-yes.. Yes I do.. It's heavenly".

"I'm glad... But this is not enough.. Fuck me harder baby".

And you rightfully did. You started to increase your pace and started to give her pussy a nice fucking. Miyeon immediately started moaning like crazy and started to grip your chest harder than before.... The sound of flesh slapping was so loud it started to become music to your ears.

Before long, You're already on your limit. Your cock just couldn't handle the tightness of her pussy. Your cum is basically leaking right now.. And all you want to do now is to release all of your seed deep inside of her.

"Are you close baby"?

"Y-yes.. ".

" *chukle* mhmm... Then cum in me... Cum inside me... Cum inside my fucking womb".

"Fuck.. Fuck fuck... I'm cumminh Noona".

"Yes.. Ahhhh fuckkk... Cumm inside meee".

*Splurttt*

And just like that. You've released all of your seed deep inside her womb. Both of you got tired and just basically cuddled in her big ass bed. She slowly makes her hand on your face before caressing it and kissing your lips.

"Starting from today.. You're mine got it"?

"O-okay Noona".

" *chukle* Just call me Miyeon babe.. ".

"O-okay Miyeon".

~ The End ~

#kpop #sexy content #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #miyeon #gidle #gidle smut #kpop smut #smut

[httpiastri]

good girl – op81

oscar is so slow that it's frustrating.

genre: fluff, suggestive (not rlly smut but leading up to it)

pairing: reader x oscar piastri

warnings: foul language i guess ahahah. almost smutty

requested: yes

author's note: thanks for all the love recently. i've been on vacation with my family for the last few days so i haven't really had time to write. hope you enjoy this!! i've never written anything this filthy lmao so yeah i'm new to the smutty side. also this is consensual and protected because that shit is sexy af.

f1 masterlist

18+ below the cut, minors dni!

you'd always seen it on tv, but you didn’t know how just embarrassing it would be to be caught making out with your boyfriend in the elevator – until it happened to you.

you and oscar manage to just part your lips when the elevator doors open, but you are still quite clearly clinging onto each other so it’s evident what you’d been doing. thankfully, you have no idea who the person entering the elevator is.

the rest of the elevator ride up to your apartment floor is awkward but thankfully short. it feels much longer, though, with oscar’s hand resting right above your butt, the teasing touches of his fingers making you wish you were in bed already.

once you finally close the door to your apartment, his lips crash onto yours again. your hands are all over each other, pulling the other as close as humanly possible. you don't usually feel this needy, but there's something special in your mood today. maybe it's the way oscar's been sending you those looks all evening. maybe it's the way his hand rose higher and higher on your thigh at dinner, stopping right below where you wanted him the most. maybe it's the way he kissed the side of your neck, not caring which of your friends saw.

and maybe that's why you feel extra annoyed once you actually make it into your bedroom.

he’s inexplicably slow undressing you both. at first, he's fidgeting with the seemingly stuck zipper of his own pants. and then he pretends he has problems taking off your bra – as if you don’t know he’s opened the clasp of this exact bra of yours about a million times already.

being with oscar was always the same way; so soft, so sweet.

so lustful.

he wasn’t often this teasing, though. intimacy between you two didn’t have to be rushed, it was quite often slow and sensual. but this time, it’s clear to you that his actions are purely meant to frustrate you and he's happy to see that it's working.

eventually, he’s crossed the line. it’s when he pretends to fiddle around in your bedside drawer for a condom that you break. “just fuck me already, oscar.”

he looks over at you and grins. this state is exactly where he wanted you to be. squirming, longing, begging. “good girls say please.”

“god, you’re so annoying.”

to his complete amusement, you sit up and reach into the drawer yourself, getting the condom up in just a millisecond. it was right there in plain sight, as you knew it would be.

you hold it up to your mouth, ripping apart the wrapper with your teeth before holding it up to your boyfriend. “can you put it on by yourself or do you need me to do that for you too?”

“you know the condom can break when you rip the packaging with your teeth.”

“i honestly couldn’t care less right now.”

he pauses, and then; “you’re wonderful.”

oscar’s grin is contagious, even though you’re so set on being irritated at him. your free hand reaches behind his neck, pulling him forward to lace his smile onto yours. the kiss is slow and sloppy but so so sensual, and you feel yourself getting even more turned on when his hand cups your cheek, pushing his lips even harder on yours.

oscar takes the condom from your hand, pulling away from you for just a moment to put it on himself. then he helps you lie down against your pillows again. his hands reach down to take your wrists in them and he pulls your arms above your head, holding your wrists together with his soft, delicate fingers.

"are you okay? is this okay?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any slightest hint of uncertainty.

he finds none and when you nod and smile, he leans down to kiss you once again.

"you're so good to me, baby. will you be a good girl and take me in? all of me?"

and you nod, because there's nothing you'd rather do than let him have his way with you.

#f1 #f1 blurb #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #fluff #f1 fluff #f1 x yn #Oscar piastri #Oscar piastri fluff #Oscar piastri blurb #Oscar piastri imagine #Oscar piastri fic #Oscar piastri fanfic #Oscar piastri x reader #Oscar piastri x yn #Oscar piastri x y/n #Oscar piastri smut

[liaximagines]

👥KEIJI;SOU(MIDORI)&SHIN(SOU) CONFESSING TO THEIR S/O!~

KEIJI

🔹Ahh our dear mr policeman falling head over heels for you! How sweet huh?

🔹I feel like Keiji's "friendly" flirting with you here and there actually developed into a strong 'crush'! I wish you could see his face when he realized..

🔹Anyway- Keiji likes when things aren't pushed aside for the last minute, so he decides to confess after a week or two from him finding out how he feels about you.

🔹When he was "courting" you earlier you never seemed grossed out nor uncomfortable, and actually you played along. That's a GOOD sign for him since there's a chance you'd actually accept him!

🔹So my dear reader, don't get surprised when a fellow police officer shows up at your doorstep with a rose or two..and that charming smile of his..

"Good mornin', your friendly policeman here is in a need of a company right now ahah..Would you care to accept if he dared to ask you out perhaps?"

SHIN

🔹Shin, Shin, Shin...how pathetic of him to catch feeling..right?

🔹He never thought, that after Midori he'll be able to trust someone so much..but here you are huh?

🔹He's confused, flustered and excited at once. How can a smeary loner like him get his feelings reciprocated? He thinks that he's not good enough for you yet, the thought of loosing his chance still pains.

🔹Finally he decides to talk with you about how he feels. He puts on some clean clothing, nice smelling cologne and most importantly, a true smile.

🔹You two were casually hanging out in your usual spot, you know doing stuff, when he decided to bring up the topic..

"Hey uhh..I have to admit that I..like you more than most people I ever met and..I was wondering..If I saved some extra money, would you like to grab some coffee?"

SOU

🔹Ahahah..Sou sweet Sou..No. Not that sweet let's be real. You two were co-workers for the company of course, and he had to admit..you caught his eye WELL.

🔹He didn't think of it as a crush, just simple adoration and respect from afar. BUT- He could feel his left eye twitch everytime you spoke a bit TOO friendly with other workers.

🔹He has to intervene before someone steals you completely from him, and he wouldn't like that scenario.Then it hits him. It's MORE than just adoration and respect.

🔹He plans every single step on his confession. He's a master of manipulation and act, what did you expect? He'll give you the best speech possible to make you say yes! Most likely..ehem..

🔹Sou won't lie tho, he is a bit nervous but masks it under his usual creepy smile. On a normal day he brings you coffee to your office. There's a small heart on top of it..aww..

🔹When you raise your eyebrow at him, confused what he's up to he shrugs it off..that lettuce head bastard..

"Oh it's nothing truly! Just me caring for my co-worker! Although..no, co-worker is not the word of my choice hmm..How about..we became partners instead? Hm hm?~ Would youu like that?~ If you're not sure please care to meet me in my office so we could discuss it more..privately."

HI HIII! HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE!🩵 FEEL FREE TO REQUEST YTTD CAUSE I LOVEE WRITING FOR ITT!!🐦

#your turn to die x reader #your turn to die #yttd x reader #yttd #shin tsukimi x reader #shin tsukimi #sou hiyori #sou hiyori x reader #midori yttd #keiji shinogi #yttd keiji #keiji shinogi x reader

[forgottenarias]

stafford family swords

... and since we NEVER go down a rabbit hole in comments... everything we went on about re: the stafford family swords

forgotteneithne @giadesstrin OH WAIT NOW WHERES THE STAFFORD FAMILY SWORD?!?!

giadesstrin @forgotteneithne you know stupid roderick seized that treasure 😭😭😭😭 and/or if they gif it he’s desperate to grab it

giadesstrin *hid

giadesstrin Ooooh or maybe Siobhan has it???? And it might be proof she is who she ~says she is? 👀

giadesstrin Like…they snuck it out w her?

giadesstrin @forgottenarias ooooh also what if Evenstar/Morningstar is a meteorite blade like king tut’s dagger, so it’s literally forged from a falling star!!!

forgottenarias @giadesstrin ooo I love that!! … could it be there’s both an evenstar & Morningstar and Roderick’s snatched one maybe not knowing it has a twin blade of some sort that Siobhan is running around with???? @lizzydobbs

giadesstrin @forgottenarias KATE!!! Your mind!!!! I looooove thattttt!!!! The sword of the dawning and the sword of the evening

giadesstrin The sword of the ruler and the sword of the heir maybe? It like matching king and queen swords?

giadesstrin @forgottenarias ok is this ~too much? Maybe there are (or were) three swords originally, since it’s the three stars, and we’d talking abt three brothers founding the house originally iirc? Anyway maybe one was lost asp but it has legends a la Excalibur that only a true ruler of astaira (which to astairans means anyone willing to put astaira first but roderick ofc assumes it means rightful king aka himself basicall)can draw it from the stone/tree and it lies still somewhere hidden or whatever tbc

forgottenarias @giadesstrin ahhh I love this!!! You know Roderick wants to find that legendary sword!!! Maybe whatever Siobhan has is the smallest blade— something that would’ve been easy for her to smuggle out (honestly Aria was such a wreck she would’ve never thought “oh let’s take protection/something to prove who we are!” lbr— she was never leaving that castle. Also we’ve established she has no idea how to use a sword haha) But Siobhan having that blade to prove who she is!! ❤️❤️

margueritedemarigny @forgottenarias not me saying 'tbc' and then never actually continuing klajsdfkjlsdf ok so i ~do think eilia would be like 'here take this' and hand them ~the most significant~ ancestral sword bc she had perfect faith they were getting out and she wasn't letting her father's sword fall into roderick's hands, so my thought is that siobhan maybe has the ~king's sword -- eilia knew ~she couldn't get away but she could at least save her sisters and that sword tbc

margueritedemarigny @forgottenarias tbh i feel like they're largely ~ceremonial swords re: their usage anymore bc i do think astaira was a largely peaceful place till roderick hahah (thanks bud) but yeah!! my thought was that the third one (which was maybe the og kingly sword?) is the one that according to legend is stuck in a tree/stone, and may or may not actually exist???? and meanwhile the staffords have held onto the other two swords laskdjflksdjf oh oops gotta run but i swear ill tbc

forgotteneithne @margueritedemarigny ahahah I get it! I legit earlier wrote 3/4 of an email and then I had emergency go buy a bunch of random show make up 😅 and came back 3 hours late like oh right… probably should’ve sent that 😂😂 But literally love ALL OF THIIIIIIS

giadesstrin @forgotteneithne oh man big moooood honestly 😂😂😂 Ok so I’m three cosmos in atp so I’m either incomprehensible or ascendant but my notion was basically that given the multi sword situation I feel like it’s be pr easy to present the leftover sword as if it were the kingly one so roderick probs ~thinks he has the most important one, but every astairan can take one lion at it and know it’s not the right stafford sword probs — there was smth more to this no lie but idr at present ngl dhkhfdgjjfg tbc

giadesstrin I somehow got thinking abt the likely very different coronations that roderick has had Vs Eilia’s and my mind melted 😂😂😂

forgotteneithne @giadesstrin Yaaaas girl get it (we chugged margaritas on our hour dinner so i get it hahaha) BUT YES I love this!! Secretly tricking Roderick-- which i assume he'll go mental about if/when he finds out-- but just a little thing all the Astarians know and kinda binds them together at his expense! also how overdone was roderick's coronation versus eilias? XD I love how judgey astarians are about how overwrought his ~aesthetic~ is

giadesstrin @forgottenarias right!! I do quite like the idea of Astairans collectively pulling the wool over his eyes! I do think the cat’ll probs be out of the bag when someone perhaps @forgottencassimir claps eyes on it and then roderick will be FURIOUS but I imagine Eilia and Aria always knew that’d happen eventually? I will def do a post abt that sometime bc i ofc got way carried away but it ft stuff like Eilia going barefoot to be crowned vs roderick pulling a Napoleon and snatching the crown away tbc

giadesstrin From the priest to crown himself etc — also omg ikr!!! They’re just like ‘gif he’s so tacky’ while he thinks he’s being magnificent and I love it 😂🙌

#eilia stafford #aria stafford #siobhan stafford

[hanafubukki]

Lilia really went by "AHAHAH ! They thought they could hurt my son and get away with it. Time to remind them why they feared me" and proceed to make a bloodbath.

They thought parenting made him soft. No. Parenting just made him busy and whipped. He's still scary. Even more than before actually. So don't touch cutie human boy.

[Talking about this fic]

Hello Anonie💕💚🌺

YES! Exactly this!

The idea that parenting, that love of any kind, makes someone weak is a lie. The act of loving and to love, to give a part of yourself, takes so much courage and vulnerability.

In fact, the act of loving someone can make you stronger and gives you purpose.

Meleanor having Lilia realize that he is capable of love was one of the best (and worst) lessons she had taught him.

Before, Lilia didn’t think he was capable or worthy (to a degree like Silver and Malleus, the former thinking he owes Lilia something and the latter always being put on a pedestal and not able to show his true emotions, both of which are raised to uphold others ideals/expectation. I can literally write an essay on this topic. They learned from Lilia so I guess the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree after all.)

So this realization not only allowed Lilia to realize what he is capable of but also to learn to fear loss, to aknowledge loss.

Lilia thought he wasn’t capable of love, literally just dived head into everything without worry or fear of himself. Because who was he to others? Nothing but a weapon, and his loss wouldn’t mean anything, everyone he knew was happy. He didn’t matter.

But when it was pointed out that he has always loved and had the ability to do so, he realized the wonders and despair of such an emotion. He realizes how others viewed him and he first hand learned how such emotions can wreck someone, during one of the hardest moments of his life.

And yet

This emotion allowed him to continue living, see malleus hatch, raise silver, teach sebek and silver, and so much more.

He was able to see all that life had to offer him where before you can say he kind of took it for granted.

Now, realizing that and having felt loss himself, the connections he made is what can be his undoing. Because to make connections and love, is to mean to lose eventually. (That why he said Cater was smart to keep people away, so he doesn’t get hurt. Because he understand those feelings.)

And with this comes fear, of losing and being the cause of the very pain he felt. And that is why he runs away. He doesn’t want to face these fears and these connections. Doesn’t want to see these loved ones as they feel pain over his gradual deterioration. Didn’t want to be the cause of such pain.

Because it means he have loved so fully and people loved him return, and what a wondrous but beautiful emotion it is, isn’t it? And why would he want to cause his loved ones such pain? Allow them to see him this way?

Now, someone trying to take that away from him? Those he cherish? The ones he loved so wholeheartedly? He who has suffered so much?

Parenting made him all the more stronger and he’ll show them just how much more brutal the General could be.

(I went into a spiral about Lilia but are we surprised at this point? ☺️💞🫶)

#answered #anonie ask #hanas thoughts #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst silver #silver vanrouge #meleanor draconia #diasomnia #twst book 7 #twst analysis

[builtbybrokenbells]

Picasso | aftermath

Graduating university brings plenty of emotions; pride, excitement, accomplishment, even the feeling of losing adolescence. Before their era of study draws to a close, Sam finds one more way to make the experience unforgettable for Picasso.

Read Picasso here

Pairing: sam kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: literally just fluff!! some swearing, too!sorry if i miss any!

hey so i wasn’t going to do this, but i couldn’t help myself ahahah. i didn’t want to make Picasso into a series, mostly because i loved the characters too much to write anything other than sweetness for them, and i always tend to throw in a bit of tension with longer stories. besides, everyone reads a series for a happy ending, right? but, i did want to write some more fluffiness because i grew super attached to these characters in specific. so, enjoy the little glimpse at happiness i wrote for them! as always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻

~

“Stop moving!” You expelled, a giggle falling from your lips.

“I didn’t move!” Sam shot back, a laugh hidden in his defence.

“Clearly you did! If you didn’t, why is your Bass facing the wall, now?” The question caused a look of surprise to cross his face. He looked down at the instrument, unable to argue the point. “Don’t lie to me, Samuel!” You continued to look over the top of the canvas, hoping to catch his eye for a moment. Redness was riddled across your skin, the constant ghost of laughter stuck in your throat, and the urge to throw your paintbrushes down and run over to kiss him was growing by the second. He glanced over at you, doing his absolute best to keep his body still.

“It’s hard, okay? I don’t think I’ve ever sat still for this long in my entire life!”

“You were the one who insisted we do it this way, so stop complaining.” You reminded him, looking over the glisten of wet paint on the previously white material.

“Can’t a man change his mind?”

“No, actually.” You nudged your fingertip against the spot you’d just brushed the bristles against, smoothing out the dollop of paint that laid on a bit too thick. “In your words, a reference photo is ‘impersonal and boring’. If you want to be a live model so bad, then shut up and enjoy it.”

“You’re mean to me, you know. You used to be so nice.” He chided, but obliged to your request. He kept his position, both of you knowing that the argument was only in good fun.

“Then I got to know you.” You grumbled.

“Ouch,” you ran a few thin strokes of white paint through the mess of brown you’d used for his hair. “I don’t have to take this abuse.” He informed you.

“God, you talk a lot!” You exclaimed, a grin eating away at your lips. “The more you distract me, the longer this is going to take!”

“Fine,” he replied, much like a toddler who couldn’t get his way. You both fell back into silence, your hands working while your eyes familiarized yourself with him even more, if it were even possible.

In truth, you were almost finished with the portrait. You were dragging it out just a little bit longer because of his refusal to comply. You’d been working for a few hours, now, focused solely on your final piece for the semester. Portraits were your least favourite type of painting, but the process was much more enjoyable with him as the subject. This was your seventh and final session, the weeks of hard work finally coming to a close. You were almost sad to wrap up the project, mostly because it meant your uninterrupted one-on-one time would be coming to an end, too. Not that it would disappear completely, though. You were sure you’d both find another way to engross yourself in one another. It was just how you worked; yours and Sam’s lives were almost unbearably intertwined, starting from the very beginning and only worsening as time went on.

The end of your university experience was drawing to a close. This class was your final credit needed to graduate, and you were determined to go above and beyond. There was no doubt in your mind that this would do the trick, but even you had to admit you were a tad bit biased. In your opinion, anything that had to do with Sam was awe-inspiring. The piece was your largest to date; it was nearly half your height and was about just as wide. To you, it didn’t matter. You’d paint murals if it meant you got to showcase the beauty of Sam Kiszka. In the journey of loving him, this was your biggest profession of romance, to date.

Starting all the way back in freshman year, he’d managed to win your heart simply by existing. By chance, you’d managed to catch his attention, too. If Danny had not been such a meddler, you would never be where you are, now. After that first night of emotional confession, your’s and Sam’s lived seemed to intertwine as if it were written in the stars to be that way. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates, late nights at the studio where he watched you work, sneaking into the music conservatory to listen to him play, and many nights spent in each others beds lead to an undeniable connection. You’d fallen in love with each other before you’d ever shared a word, and it only grew stronger as time passed.

In your second year, you’d gotten a tiny studio apartment for yourself and continued on with your studies while off-campus. Sam and Danny moved in together just down the street, leaving an even bigger opportunity for your relationship to grow. By the time third year rolled around, you and Sam were beyond dedicated to each other. Danny had quickly worked his way to being your best friend in the entire world, and you finally seemed to find that sense of belonging you’d spent your entire life searching for. In your third year, it was unspoken that you’d be moving in with them, too. That year, you had the opportunity to meet his family, and with their soaring approval, you solidified your home in his heart. Now, three years later, you were still as in love with him as you were in the beginning.

It had been a lifetimes worth of music, art, and laughter. Never a fear of standing in each others way, because you were both always each others biggest fans. Never a question of doubt, or limitation, because you became professionals at growing alongside each other. He wasn’t your reason to live, or anything as dramatic of the sorts, but he certainly made life better. Every moral, memory, and purpose remained the same, they just grew to include him, too. You’d left your hometown in hopes of self-discovery, and you found it, along with so much more. There was never a need to leave and search for more, because you’d found everything you needed within the walls of that run down-residence building.

“I’m done,” you breathed, a toothy smile breaking out on your face. His eyes lit up, almost as if he couldn’t believe your words. He made a move to stand, but you held your hand up to stop him. “Hold on!” you took another look over at him. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of adoration at the sight. The rays of sunlight were filtering through the window and hitting him perfectly, casting a golden glow over his already breathtaking features. A small smile danced on his lips, but it almost permanently resided there. You were certain he wasn’t even aware of it. His hair was practically shining in the light, and his eyes remained on you, so full of love and letting you know it without even having to speak it aloud. You checked over the painting, ensuring you had every detail perfect. “Yeah, it’s done.” You beamed.

“Can I see?” A glimmer of hope twinkled in his eye. You hadn’t let him see it at all, wanting the grand finale to take him as a shock.

“Yeah,” you nodded, holding your hand out to him. He stood, placing his bass on its stand in the corner of the room. He approached you with caution, scared that you may change your mind. When you didn’t protest, he grabbed hold of your hand and laced his fingers through yours. You gave him a gentle pull towards you, ushering him closer. Before looking at the canvas, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. You gave a hum of satisfaction, happy for the gesture. “Ready?” He nodded, hesitant to pull back from you.

He took a step back, eyes taking in the portrait before him. A few minutes passed before he spoke; he wanted to appreciate it as much as he could. “Y/n, this is… phenomenal.” He said, leaning closer to get a better look. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked that pretty.” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his statement.

“I was actually worried I didn’t do you any justice.” You admitted. You took the time to examine the piece, too.

He was sat on a stool, head tilted towards the ceiling with his hair cascading down his back, giving the best view of his face. The neck of his bass guitar was held in his hand, the body propped on his foot which was resting on one of the rungs of the stool. It was turned towards you at an angle, used more as an accessory rather than a centre. You added some hanging plants in the background, vines standing prominent against the beige wall. On his left, you showcased the window which had been casting the glow over him. He looked ethereal, although to you, that was completely normal.

“Justice?” He scoffed. “This is…” he paused, trying to put his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I don’t even have the right words for this, baby. It looks like you took the picture with a camera.” He let his hand fall on your upper back, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine.

“Worth the wait?” You asked, looking up to him.

“Very much so.” He assured you. “Are you submitting this for the contest, too?”

“I was thinking about it.” You admitted. The university was holding a competition for the upper year art students. The prize was money, but that didn’t really matter to you. What mattered was showing off your work, and your beautiful boyfriend in the process. It was more of a show of luck; bragging, even. “Wasn’t sure if I was going to enter at all, but I’m thinking that I should at least try. If I submit this one, I’ll have to win. Bet they’ve never seen a portrait of someone this beautiful.” You smiled. He let out a chuckle, leaning down and placing a kiss on your head.

“Only way it could have been better is if you painted a picture of yourself.” You felt the familiar blush rise to your cheeks, one he never had any trouble causing. “You know, I’m glad we use this room for this stuff.” He hummed, taking in the overflowing mess of art supplies and instruments. When you all moved in, you and Sam had claimed the extra room for all things art and music. Danny had no issue with it, spending just as much time in there with you both. It saved both of you from having to travel to campus to work, and gave you some extra bedroom space by not having to store all of your stuff in there with you.

“Me, too.” You agreed.

“When we get our own house, I want your art everywhere.” He whispered. “It deserves to be shown off,” you turned your head to look up at him, giving him a smile. “Just like you.” He took your face in his hand, leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“You’re just being nice because you finally got me to paint a portrait of you.” You teased. He’d been hinting at the idea since you’d started dating, but you’d always brushed it off. You vowed you would someday, but you wanted to have all the knowledge and practice you needed before attempting to recreate such a beautiful scene. At the end of your degree, you finally decided to take him up on the offer, feeling ready for the challenge. To date, it was your most prized creation. Less so for the work you put into it, more so because it was a picture of him.

“I’m always nice to you.” His lips turned down into a frown. You pulled him into another kiss, quickly erasing the expression away. When he pulled back, you were almost sad at the loss of contact. Still, years later, you were just as excited to kiss him, or touch him, or speak with him. It was like you’d never moved on from the honeymoon stage; the love and the adoration all the same, just with the added bonus of knowing him completely. He was your best friend more so than your partner. He made the happiness a little bit bigger, and the sadness a little less intense. You were hopelessly in love with him, still pining over him like you used to while sitting alone in your dorm room. The difference though, was now you got to share a life with him. It was a beautiful thing to crush on someone while actively getting to love them. “We better get ready if we’re gonna make that dinner reservation.” He said, noticing the time on the clock behind you.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that.” You admitted, feeling a bit guilty.

“I didn’t,” he smiled, hoping you didn’t notice the hint of nervousness behind his eyes. You got up, removing your apron and hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall. You left the canvas there, figuring it would dry enough to move it by the time you got back. You cleaned up your paints and brushes and put them all away while Sam helped where he could. He knew you liked to keep them in a certain way, so he tried to aid without overstepping or disrupting your organization.

You both went back to your shared bedroom, searching for an outfit suitable for the restaurant Sam had chosen. He didn’t give you much information, aside from telling you it was fancy and your reservation was for 6. You grabbed a dress from your closet, eyeing it for a while before deciding it was good enough. You brought it to the bathroom, showering quickly and changing into it. You blow dried your hair and threw on some makeup, spritzing on some perfume before checking yourself in the mirror. You let out a noise of triumph, satisfied with your work. When you joined Sam, he was changed into a pair of black jeans and a button up, cuffed up to the elbows. He’d thrown on cologne, the smell immediately enveloping you and inviting you in. His hair was hanging down, framing his face, perfectly showcasing his features.

“You look stunning,” he breathed, looking you up and down.

“You look pretty good yourself,” you complimented, approaching him and placing a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head, capturing your lips in a real kiss before you got away.

“Ready?” He asked, giving you a smile. He was fidgeting with his hands, unsure of what to do with them. To busy them, he threw on a jacket, checking his pockets a few times before looking back to you, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” you nodded, grabbing a light jacket for yourself. You picked some nice shoes from the closet, slipping them on and reaching for his hand. He took it, almost immediately relaxing at the feeling. You both left the room with no more words exchanged.

As you made your way to the front door, you passed Danny in the kitchen. He gave a wave, engrossed in whatever textbook he had on display in front of him. He looked up only for a moment to give a smile. “Big date night?” He asked, taking in your attire. You gave a nod, a small smile on your lips.

“You, too, I see.” You joked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “One last exam and then I’m a free man.”

“I just finished my last project, too.” You beamed. Sam was finished a week ago, his degree practically in his hand already.

“We’re all grown up, now.” Danny said, looking between both of you.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” Sam chuckled.

“You guys better go if you’re gonna make the reservation.” Danny said, checking his watch. You tilted your head to the side, curious as to why Danny was so aware of the specifics of your date. “Don’t have too much fun, and be home before ten.” He sent a wink in Sam’s direction.

“Will do.” Sam gave him a joking salute. With that, he continued to guide you towards the front door. As you stepped outside, the sun warmed your face, causing a smile. The wind was still cool, but the essence of summer was knocking on the door, practically ready to burst through. You both walked down the street wordlessly, content with the company and the promise of a good night. The joys of living so close to campus also meant that there were plenty of stores and restaurants within walking distance, too.

It didn’t take long to reach the restaurant, only a few minutes at your casual pace. When you arrived, Sam held the door for you. You smiled to yourself, instantly reminded of the memory of the first dinner you shared together. He entered behind you, wasting no time snaking his arm around your waist. He walked up to the worker who was seating customers and let him know his name. Without hesitation, he led you both to a corner booth. Your eyes took in the sight around you, marvelling at the fanciful decor and structure of the building. You slid in one side and Sam sat across from you. With a bid of a good night and a pair of menus, you two were left alone.

Sam was back to fidgeting with his hands, unsure of what to do with himself. You reached across the table, placing your hand atop of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “What’s up?” You asked, curious once more.

“I don’t know, just nervous I guess.” He let out a small laugh.

“What are you nervous for? It’s just me, Sammy.”

“I know.” He responded. “I’m always nervous around pretty girls.” He smiled. Your anxiety was soothed, happy to hear some normalcy from him. “So, you know how we were talking about moving to Frankenmuth for a while?” He asked. You nodded, wondering where he was going with the question.

“I found a spot, and I think you’ll like it.” He said, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. You grinned, eager to see what he’d discovered. He was incredibly excited to be moving in together, just the two of you. You’d decided you would stay in his hometown for a while, just to figure life out before settling down permanently. You both agreed that access to family was a good idea, and there was no way in hell you would move back to your hometown. Plus, over the years, his family had become your own, anyhow. You both had been apartment hunting with no real intent; neither of you had found one that caught your eye.

He pulled up a picture, showing you the listing. You took his phone, swiping through the photographs. With each picture, you found yourself falling more in love with the place. When you reached the end, you gave an eager nod. “That’s the one, I think.” He smiled, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“Josh actually sent it to me, so we can thank him.” He admitted.

“You had your brothers on the hunt, too?” You laughed.

“Everyone, actually.” He admitted, cheeks dusted with pink. “Wanted to find the perfect spot.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sam. Anywhere would be perfect as long as I’m with you.” You assured him. He caught your eye, giving you a smile. “But, in terms of perfect places, that’s the one.” You added.

“Then it’s settled.” You handed him his phone back. You both agreed that once you had some money saved, you’d travel the world. You were certain you wanted to be with him, but your craving for experiencing the world had never left. You were grateful that he was so supportive of the idea, and that you’d get to share the memories with him, now. Soon after, you both ordered your food. Sam’s attention fell on a bottle of champagne on the menu, not being able to resist the temptation. You couldn’t find it in yourself to fake a complaint, content with his choice, too. When the waiter returned with two glasses, he was sure to fill yours before his. You sipped at the drink, watching him carefully.

“You know, you never told me why we’re on such a fancy outing.” You were begging for just a sliver of information. He was always taking you on dates, never afraid to show you off, but this one was quite different than the others. Much more serious, and he was being awfully reserved as to why.

“Celebrating.” He said, but that was all.

“Celebrating what, exactly?” He gave a shrug.

“Graduation, adulthood… us.” He grinned.

“We celebrate us everyday, don’t you think?” You laughed.

“Is there an issue with that?” He teased. Before you could reply, your food was brought to the table. Instead of continuing the conversation, you both ate in almost silence, not realizing how hungry you were.

The meal was filled with small chatter, nothing of importance but still fulfilling. Mostly just talk about the future, excitement for the new beginning and verbalized happiness because you both could experience it together. As you were finishing your meal, you were also making noticeable progress with the bottle of champagne. Sam threw the idea of dessert in the air, sparking your interest further. “You’re really treating me, tonight.” You smirked.

“Nothing but the best for you, Picasso.” That was one thing that never changed; the nickname. If anything, it grew to become permanent, almost a rite of passage. You were certain you’d never escape it.

You and Sam settled on sharing a dessert, both too full to handle one of your own. It didn’t take long for that to be presented to you, too. As you both picked away at it, you noticed Sam’s aura change once more. Somewhere between the apartment talk and the second glass of champagne, his anxiety seemed to melt away. Now that the dinner was coming to a close, it was back in full force. You thought he might explode, just by the way his leg was bouncing under the table. His nervousness was producing one in you, too, completely unaware of why he felt such a way.

“Okay, you’ve gotta tell me what’s up.” You gave a little chuckle, catching his attention. “You’re scaring me.”

“No! It’s nothing bad, I promise.” He laughed, catching on to what you were saying and stopping his nervous ticks.

“Then what is it?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“God, you’re pushy.” He smirked. “I love you, but you’ve got no patience.”

“Never have, you know that.” You argued, defending yourself. He looked around, scoping out the restaurant and seeing that it was quite empty, now. “What is it, Sam?”

“Fine.” He placed his fork on the plate, leaning back in his seat and taking a long look over your face. You raised an eyebrow in expectation, not willing to play the game any longer. His hand returned to the pocket of his jacket, searching for something. He waited before moving any further, still looking a bit hesitant. After a moment of a staring contest, he pulled the item out and placed it on the table without a word. “I was gonna do it properly, but someone couldn’t wait any longer.” He snipped, humour very evident in his voice. You paid no mind to his torment, eyes only focused on what he’d presented to you.

“Sam…” you breathed, heart drumming against your chest. All other words got lost in translation, no coherent thought process happening in your brain.

“I know.” He hummed.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Depends.” He said, eyeing you with caution. “Open it and find out.” You caught his gaze, all of the nerves in your body calming at the sight of him. He gave you a reassuring smile, likely feeling the same way. Still, you were quite content with the staring contest you’d started with the inanimate object. When you didn’t move, he reached for the small velvet box. He carefully pulled the top open, waiting to see your reaction.

“Sam,” You repeated, voice shaky, feeling the prickle of tears threaten to spill over. The intricate design of the diamond ring was breathtaking. It wasn’t over the top; it was small, but perfectly beautiful in its simplicity. You were certain he couldn’t have made a better choice.

“Please tell me those are happy tears.” He chuckled, but you could tell he was nearly bursting with anxiety.

“Yeah, of course they are.” You dismissed his worry, a tone of incredulity taking over. You were almost angry with him for thinking otherwise.

“Oh, thank god,” he sighed. “Didn’t want to do this if you were going to be upset. Would be a lot more embarrassing if you said no.” He joked, sliding out of the booth and holding his free hand out to you. You joined him, and he wasted no time sinking down to one knee. “I know we’re young, but I’d like to believe we’re a lot less childish than we were when we first came here. And if I do remember correctly, all of those years ago, we promised we would do stupid things and learn from them, together. I don’t think this is stupid by any means, but if it is, I’d be happy to add it to my bucket list of things to learn from, with you.” He started, speaking directly from the heart. He’d written and rewritten what he wanted to say a million times, and finally settled on a simple, short mix between everything he could think of.

“I don’t have a lot to say, because there’s no words that could ever amount to anything I feel about you. I could talk for hours and still never be able to explain it right. You’re the love of my life, you’re Picasso. You’re… everything.” He took a deep breath, the profession hitting him harder than he thought it would. “Falling in love with you was easier than falling asleep. Spending the rest of my life with you is the smallest way I can express how much you mean to me. I don’t know what comes after this life, but every day I pray that it involves you, too. I want to spend every lifetime, in every universe with you. What I feel for you is way beyond the years we get to spend here, and I know that there’s nothing that could ever compare. I have the entire world standing in front of me right now, and I’m lucky to even get to experience what it’s like to love you. So, I guess I’m asking if you’ll let me do it forever. Paint me pictures until I run out of places to put them, let me write you songs until you get sick of hearing them. Do stupid shit with me for the rest of our lives, learn with me, grow with me…” he paused. “Marry me, Picasso?”

“Of course I will, Sam.” You laughed as you nodded enthusiastically, the tears finally spilling onto your cheeks. He let out a sigh of relief, slipping the ring onto your finger. “Get off the floor, you look stupid.” You joked. He rolled his eyes, but did as you said.

“That’s what I get for being romantic?” He teased, snaking his arm around your waist.

“I love you, Sam. More than anything.” You placed a hand on his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. He held you there, finally realizing his anxiety had been entirely misplaced. “How long have you been planning this?” You asked when you pulled away.

“Well, forever.” He laughed. “Kinda knew I wanted to marry you since that first night in your dorm room. You were just… special.” He admitted. “I knew I couldn’t propose then, or I’d look pretty idiotic. But I saved every spare cent until I could afford the ring. Been sitting in my dresser for a few months, now. Was just waiting for the right time. Now that we’re done with school, I figured I was in the clear. We’re adults now, remember?” He grinned.

“You’ve known for that long?” He nodded, still holding you close to him. “I have, too, I think.” You felt another blush rise to your cheeks.

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on doing it here. I was just too nervous, and you were asking questions, and yeah… Danny’s probably got the whole living room decorated for me. He was in on it, too. Was gonna get pictures for us.” He was a bit embarrassed, you could tell just from his voice. Also probably a bit guilty for having Danny do all the work. Even so, the proposal was perfect, and undoubtedly you. The history of your relationship with Sam was long, but mostly based on the heart, and the notion of feeling like you were safe enough to follow your heart. Just as your relationship began, the proposal was in the heat of the moment; the imperfect nature made it all the more remarkable.

“Well… here.” You pulled back from him, slipping the ring off your finger and handing it to him.

“Woah, hold on! You already said yes, and-“

“No, Sammy,” you giggled. “I’m not giving it back, I still would very much like to marry you. Just returning it momentarily. We can do it properly, let Danny get his pictures, have his proud mom moment. Plus… I think I’d like to have the memory forever. Pictures would be great.”

“Oh, okay,” he let out a long exhale. “You scared me.” You both laughed, realizing how wrong the action seemed in the beginning. “You think he’ll know?”

“I’m really good at acting.” You both knew it was a lie; your C in your theatre class looming over your head as you said it.

“Yeah, if anything, practice makes perfect.” He tried to play along. “Actually doing it was much different than practicing in front of a mirror. I practiced with Danny a few times, but he always said no. Was a bit disheartening, really.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the idea, imagining the picture so clearly.

“That’s a shame. He would’ve looked so pretty in a wedding dress.”

“That’s what I said!” Sam exclaimed. You both died down from your fit of giggles after a moment. “I love you, Picasso.” He breathed.

“I love you so much, Sammy.” And you meant it, forever thankful to the university for placing him across the hall from you. You both gathered your things, paying for the bill and returning to the street. The walk home was quiet, both of you content with the company and already daydreaming about wedding planning.

When you arrived home, all of the lights were off and Danny had taken it upon himself to play some soft music through the record player. At the sound of the door, he immediately took to hiding. Sam guided you to the living room, looking to you with real hope in his eyes. Even if he’d already gotten the answer he wanted, he still wanted to please you. As he proposed the second time, it was much more put together and way less nerve-racking. Still, the tears that spilled were very real, and the enthusiasm in your yes was all the same. Danny managed to sneak a few pictures of the actual event, but saved the majority for the end, not wanting to distract either of you.

Although your performance was grand, Danny was quick to catch on to the fact Sam had let the cat out of the bag. The clarity of his speech and lax attitude was a dead giveaway. He knew Sam had been out of his mind with worry since he’d bought the ring. Even so, he couldn’t find it within himself to be upset, even finding tears in his own eyes for a moment. He was more than happy to be a part of the event, spending the last years being nothing other than your biggest fan. Once the commotion died down and all of the pictures were taken, nobody was sure where to go from there.

“Listen to this one,” Danny said, looking between you both. You watched him in curiosity, wondering what he would say. “Billy Joel and Picasso walk into a wedding venue. You’ll never guess who they run into.” You erupted into a fit of giggles, delighted at the knowledge he remembered your stupid joke from so long ago.

“Hmmm… I wonder who it could be.” Sam placed his fingers to his chin, pretending to think about it.

“Shakespeare!” You exploded, causing them both to laugh.

“Yeah, but he’s not very happy.” Danny said, a smile breaking through his look of false seriousness. “Not only did Picasso steal his boyfriend, but they both told him he was ‘too old, and a ‘dude’,” he air-quoted his last word “as if that means anything,” he grumbled quickly. “So they wouldn’t let him be the flower girl!” You all dissolved into another fit of laughter. “Jokes aside, I’m really happy for you guys. Still holding out hope for the flower girl thing, but happy, nonetheless.” He advanced towards you and pulled you both into a hug.

“You can be the flower girl, Danny. I think you’d look awfully good in a dress.” You mumbled, words slightly muffled due to your head being buried in his shoulder.

“Best news I’ve gotten all day.” He teased. You held onto him for a moment longer and a bit tighter, finally realizing that this was your forever. Surrounded by love and laughter, and never feeling out of place. You were certain life couldn’t get any better, completely satisfied with the little family you’d created together, and eager to keep building it.

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Another Lee!Cyno Fic

That I can’t think of a title for lol

It’s dusk and the sun is resting, visibly spreading its pink and orange rays throughout the Sumeru sky. Tighnari and Cyno had been out all day running errands and journeying through the desert. They finally made it back to Sumeru before dark, laying in a grassy field, about a mile away from the city. It was peaceful and quiet, and the summer breeze was nice.

Cyno had placed his hat next to him on the grass, and he lay on his back with his arms behind his head. Tighnari lay next to Cyno, but facing the opposite direction, his book hiding his face. Cyno had also been ranting about something for the past hour, slipping his jokes into his sentences ever so often.

“Tighnari~” Cyno chimes.

“Mm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

Not really, Tighnari’s habit of toning people out while he reads comes in handy when the white haired boy is up to his antics.

“Tighnariii~” Cyno nudges at his friend in the head, but the fox pays him no mind, “it’s very rude to ignore a friend, Nari.” Cyno smirks. He very lightly pokes at Tighnari’s ear with his foot, causing Tighnari’s ear to twitch. The fox had enough, and grabbed Cyno’s ankle. Tighnari sits up, holding onto the other’s foot, and strokes his gloved finger down his sole.

“ACK! H-Hey!”

“You want attention don’t you?” Tighnari glares mischievously at Cyno, causing him to pull at his foot.

“Nonono! Tighnari! Dohohon’t! NOhohoho!!”

Tighnari scribbles his fingers all over Cyno’s sole, Cyno squirms and tries to kick and get his foot free, but it’s no use.

“NOHOhohoho!! Tihihighnari! Plehehease!”

“You thought you could get away with teasing me, hm?”

“Ihihihi was juhust messing around!!”

“And so am I, now!”

“NOHOHO!!” Tighnari pokes his fingers in between Cyno’s toes, occassionally scribbling behind them, making Cyni curl his toes and arch his back.

“NAHhahahat theheHEHERE! AHAH! STOHOP DOING THAHAT!”

“Why? Why don’t you want me to do this?” He pokes at his toes again, “Is it too ticklish for you?”

“NN-NGHHH..!!” Cyno covers his mouth and his flustered face to avoid letting more giggles slip.

But it’s no use when Tighnari traps both of Cyno’s feet in a headlock and begins spidering up both of his soles. Cyno has to use all of what strength he has left to not kick his friend in the face.

“TIHIGHNARI!!”

He bucks his hips and reaches to grab his foot, but it does nothing to relieve the ticklish sensations flowing through his body.

“AHAhahaha!! NOHOT MY FEHEET! L-Lehet gohoHOHO!!”

“Hmm… Okay” Tighnari lets go and turns towards Cyno, pouncing onto his torso and sitting on his lap to trap him more.

“ACK! T-TIGHNARI NOHO! Whatever you’re about to do, don’t!”

“What do you think i’m gonna do?” Tighnari takes off his gloves and wiggles his slim fingers over Cyno’s exposed stomach.

“NAHhahaha!!” Cyno covers his stomach and squirms.

“I haven’t even touch you yet!”

“Ihi don’t care!”

“You know, you should really rethink your outfit choices~” Tighnari pins Cyno’s arms up and tickles his toned abs, digging into each hollow, and feathering the muscles. Cyno can only throw back his head and cackle, still squirming and kicking.

“NOOHOHOHOHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOT THEHEREE!! PLEHEHEASE!! AHAHAH! OHOHO MY GOHOD!!”

“You have really nice abs, Cyno, it’d be a shame to leave them out,” Tighnari blows small raspberries on his abs.

“Ehehehehe!! Noohohoho! Thehey don’t need tihihickles!” Cyno blushes at saying the word.

“You can’t even say the word without blushing,” Tighnari let’s go of Cyno’s arms and tickles both his underarms instead. Cyno immediately brings his arms down to trap the fingers, but it actually seems to make the tickling worse

“NAHAHHAHAHA!! STOHOHOP ITS SOHO BAD! GET OHOFF NAHAHARI!! PLEHEHEASE!”

“Is this your ticklish spot?”

“NNHHHAHAHAHA!! IM NOHOT TEHELLING YOU THAHAT!”

“Well you don’t need to, it’s obvious. I wonder if you have another ticklish spot?”

“NOHOHO I DOHOHONT!”

“I feel like thats a lie,”

“STOHOHOPP! NOHOHO MOHOHRE!”

“I guess i’ll have to find it myself.”

“NOOO!!” Cyno brings his forearms to his stomach, pressing his back as much as he can into the ground.

“Oh~ I think you just gave it away, Cyno.”

“N-NO! Its not what you think!!”

“But I think it is.”

“NONOnono! Nari! Nari please. Don’t. I’m warning you.”

“Aww, how threatening.”

Cyno blushes more. It’s true, he’s rather helpless in this state. Tighnari drawings small, light circles on his sides.

“Move your arms, Cyno~”

“NH! N-Noohoho.. I wohohont!”

“Alright then.”

Tighnari pulls his arms away, which is easy without effort because Cyno has been weakened by the tickling. He quickly goes to pinch around his sensitive stomach and Cyno’s howling laughter returns, but higher.

“TIHIHIGHNARIHIHIII!! THIHIS ISNT FAHAHAIRR!!” Cyno brings his arms back around his torso, but everytime he tried to block an area, Tighnari would tickle in a different spot.

“Really? I think it is!”

“HAHAHAHHA!! OHOHOKAYY! OHOKAY! IM SOHOHORRY FOR BOTHERING YOHOHOHOHOUU!! JUHUST STOHOP!”

“I think we need the grand finale!”

“NOHHOHOHOO!”

“Yessss!” Tighnari inhales sharply and blows ticklish raspberries right in the center of his stomach, squeezing his hips in the meanwhile.

“AAHAHAHAHAH!! NYAHAHAHHAHA!! TIHIHI!! IHI CAHAHANT TAHAKE THIHIS! PLEHEHEHEASEE *HIC* AHAHAHAHA!!”

Tighnari feels that the poor soul has had enough, so he stops his assult and rubs the tingling areas, Cyno clutching his arms around his waist.

“Ahaha… Y-Yohou are sohoo mean!”

“You want more?” Nari pokes his hips.

“NOho! No more!”

“At least for now~” Tighnari smirks. Cyno scoffs, red faced.

“Pfft, whatever.”

“Come on let’s go home, it’s dark already.”

“I can’t walk..!” Cyno whines.

“Fine.” Tighnari puts his gloves back on and lifts Cyno onto his back, putting Cyno’s shoes in his bag. Cyno rests his head on Tighnari’s head.

“Abord the tickle express,” Tighnari lightly strokes Cyno’s feet once again.

“Nohoho!! Nohot agaihian!”

Tighnari chuckles, and teases Cyno the rest of the way home.

Cyno can’t say he hated all of it.

#tickles #tickle #tickle fluff #tickle content #sfw #tickle fic #tickle fanfiction #sfw tickle #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickling #lee!cyno #ler!tighnari #ticklish!cyno

[13eyond13]

Hello, can I ask from this ask game :

https://www.tumblr.com/threecheersforinking/677824836625694720/anime-ask-game?source=share

For anime/manga : Death Note and Berserk.

Thanks 🌻

Hi! Sure thing:

DEATH NOTE:

Favorite Character: L was basically a "love at first sight" situation for me and the main reason I ever checked out the anime (I just really loved eccentric loner sad boys at the time and he just looked exactly up my alley at a glance, hahaha). And he has stayed extremely dear to me and my favourite cartoon guy ever basically since! I actually think Light is a bit more of a complicated/interesting character than L is to think about in-depth, and has become also kind of my favourite one in the series in a different way over time, but L is def the one that I was really obsessed with from the start.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: I love everything up until the Yotsuba arc the most I think, I just find it so much fun in the beginning of the story when everything is so well-written and so exciting and tense and fast-paced. The university arc stuff MIGHT be the part that I just find the most fun and funny in the way that Death Note is known to be, with all the detailed little mind games and bitch moves and shocking reveals every other page, ahahah. I remember laughing out loud so many times during that section of the story just due to how ridiculous it gets and how often everyone is pulling the rug out from under each other nearly constantly.

And my favourite scene is probably the "first ever friend" scene in the manga. I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT IT it's just so funny and mysterious and intriguing and layered to me

Character I Think is Underrated: Mikami is fairly underrated, but at the same time I myself am not the best at intuitively understanding him or creating content about him either...

Character I Think is Overrated: Matt (sorry I actually like him in the manga, but I just don't think he's that interesting really)

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Lawlight! I never needed much convincing about this.... I went straight from watching the anime to going "omg they should have kissed..."

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: The anime's audio elements are just so iconic and so good a lot of the time! It makes some of the manga scenes SO MUCH better just with stuff like the gregorian chanting while Light's writing the names. And no lie, it's really easy to follow as a story without even seeing what's happening onscreen, too. I used to listen to the English dub while drawing or doing my work sometimes and it felt almost exactly like an audio play.

-

BERSERK:

Favorite Character: Guts is by far my favourite! Which was a total surprise to me, because I thought he was going to be a pretty boring macho action hero cardboard cutout type guy going in. I got very attached to him while reading the manga after a few volumes, and now he's one of my all-time faves...

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: I'm going to be very basic and say The Golden Age, but IT'S JUST REALLY GOOD OKAY. It's better than good, it's the reason the series went from just "ok this is pretty interesting" to "OMG WTF THIS IS SO GOOD I'M SO INVESTED NOW"

And my favourite scene?? Hmm.... extremely hard question, but I feel like the sword fights between Guts and Griffith are definitely some of the peak moments. Their first one is iconic in so many ways, but the second one in the snow really got me in the feels and made my stomach drop and my heart beat a bit faster as well!

Character I Think is Underrated: I feel like Casca is just kinda hard to talk about with other fans. She's my second favourite character in the series, but I feel like it's just really difficult to discuss her without it just getting either depressing or into too sensitive territory or something? I love her dearly in the manga, but the fandom space here seems only much fun to talk about Guts and Griffith in for me

Character I Think is Overrated: I am not THAT well-versed in who is overrated or underrated in this fandom, but I feel like mostly almost all the characters aside from maybe Griffith and Guts are a bit underrated and under-explored in fan stuff that I've seen? That might be entirely on me and the fact that I'm mostly looking at griffguts stuff, though...

Favorite Ship/Pairing: griffguts drives so much of the angst and the drama and I think is basically canon to me at this point... I don't think it's hard to interpret Griffith as in love with Guts, but I also think Guts is in love with Griffith too in just a more furtive sort of way

Something I Love About the Show/Movie:

I only partially watched the 1997 anime so far, and the Guts theme song in it is so good! My god that's still such a good fitting song for him and his personality somehow. And I'd never actually heard it before I read the series either!

#ask #anon #p #berserk spoilers #berserk #death note #lawlight #griffguts

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s ASMR Transcript – Ignition Point

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for an ASMR, 燃点, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

Though this ASMR takes place after the mind quest, it doesn’t contain any crucial details from the MQ. So feast on this one first! (´┓`*)

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If you can, I’ll VERY HIGHLY suggest listening to the ASMR. You can go to “bilibili.com” and search “李泽言燃点” and you’ll find the video. And if you have trouble finding it, feel free to send me a PM! (・∀・)

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[ball hitting on the ground + rustling noises]

Alright.

Come on up.

I cleaned up the dance studio yesterday in advance.

You can rest assured of getting onboard.

The floor is a bit slippery though,

even if it’s covered with a yoga mat.

So be a little careful when doing the moves.

[rustling + clicking noises]

Yoga balls, tablet, towel and water...

Is there anything else you need?

...me?

If memory serves me correctly,

a certain someone claims to have gained weight while being on vacation,

and that she has to exercise well.

What?

How can you have someone else do the exercise on your behalf?

[chuckles softly]

I’m just kidding.

For the safety of a certain someone,

I can reluctantly offer a little help.

What do you want me to do?

[tapping noises]

You want to do this move on the picture...?

It seems a bit challenging.

[reading the instructions]

You have to support yourself with both hands on the ground,

and your lower leg is to be rested on the ball while your body is suspended in mid-air.

Can you do it yourself?

[rustling + moving noises]

Mm.

Maintain this posture...

Easy—

[moving nOisEs + MC loses balance]

–– Careful!

Is your knee okay?

Sit down, and turn around. Let me have a look.

...did you sprain your wrist?

[sighs heavily]

Mm.

It looks like it should be fine.

[sighs again + Victor stretching MC’s legs + more sighs]

Relax your legs.

I’ll help you stretch them.

What was the rush just now?

You started flailing about even before the strength was in the correct position.

...don’t make excuses.

I think some people are just anxious to obtain quick results.

[tapping noises]

You set the degree of difficulty so higher right from the start.

Let’s change it to a simpler one.

First, learn how to control your core.

You can try this hand to feet pass.

It looks a bit easier.

[reading the instructions]

Lie on your back.

Clamp your feet around the yoga ball.

Lift your legs to transfer the ball to your hands.

Then, raise it above your head with your hands.

...sounds exhausting?

[chuckles]

How can it be effective if you don’t get tired out?

Lie down properly.

I’ll fetch the ball.

[Victor brings the ball over]

Come on.

Spread your legs a little.

Clasp it.

[NOISES]

Have you clasped it steadily?

Use a bit more force.

[rustling + the ball transferring noises]

Mm, keep going.

Breathe in.

Contract your abdomen.

Lift your legs up.

Stretch out your hands.

Don’t drop it.

If you can’t reach it, raise your upper body a little.

Mm, like that.

Then, lie down slowly.

Lift it above your head.

[breathes in sharply]

Mm.

Well done.

How did you feel this time around?

If there’s no problem,

just do it a couple more times.

[breathes in sharply]

...you want a reward?

[chuckles]

You are the one who’s been clamoring about wanting to work out.

Yet you still have to be rewarded for the ability to persevere?

You’re blaming my cooking for being too delicious?

[laughs helplessly]

You really have every excuse in the book.

What do you want?

Let’s hear it first.

[his dEliCiOuS happy laughter takes over the entire sentence ahahah]

Reward with a kiss for completing each set of tasks?

[chuckles]

You’re actually a fast learner when it comes to this sort of thing.

In that case, you have do it properly and you can’t slack off,

only then can you get the reward.

[rustling noises + Victor breathes in]

Mm. You can check your movements by looking in the mirror.

Observe the state of your muscles’ strength...

For instance, here.

Over here.

Also, remember your shoulders too.

What are you evading for all of a sudden?

It tickles?

Fine, I won’t touch you.

Feel it for yourself.

[ball moving noises + nOisEs]

Don’t bend your knees.

Clamp your legs together.

...why did you stop?

[SULKIIINNNGGG’]

If I don’t watch you,

how am I supposed to know you’re doing it seriously?

Don’t dawdle.

Two more to go––

and we’re done with this set.

[nOisEs]

Mm, very good.

[laughs softly]

Stop giggling.

Sit up if you want the reward.

[KISS]

Happy now?

[laughs softly]

Alright, lie down.

Finish practicing this routine.

Lift your legs.

Catch.

[nOisEs + NOisEs]

Raise your hands.

Slowly.

Hold it steady first——

[rustling noises + MC pulls Victor down]

You——!

[HEAVY, RAPID, URGENT, PRESSING BREATHING + MC kisses Victor]

...you’ve learned to turn the tables?

Dummy.

Always so impatient.

Didn’t I tell you to––

delay claiming your reward?

[chuckles almost inaudibly]

Forget it.

[clotHEs noises + HEAVY, URGENT BREATHING]

This “reward”––

is it enough to finish this set?

And I wonder who’s been provoking whom.

It seems that you’ve already thought through the consequences of what you’ve said.

[CLOTHES + RUSTLING + HAPHAZARD MOVING NOISES + HEAVY, URGENT, RAPID, PRESSING BREATHING + KISS KISS KISS KISS... I LOST COUNT – this goes on for full 40 seconds]

Since you think you can handle it,

[VICTOR STILL CATCHING HIS BREATH]

let’s increase the difficulty of the exercise a little more.

[KISS]

It just so happens that––

this mirror is also large enough,

to make it easy to see every detail clearly.

[HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES]

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[Text]: Here!

[EXTRA]

JUST LOOK AT THEM!!!! ಥ‿ಥ

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#i fell asleep after rushing to translate this last night LOL–– (*´﹃｀*) #the mind quest translation might take a bit longer since it’s VERY LONG and I have assignments to complete and— #I also fear not surviving through the translation of the mind quest cause IT’S JUST SO 💥🧨💣 #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mr love victor #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

[dark--whisperings]

Fandom URL Tag Game!

The rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your url, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

I was tagged by @underacalicosky ❤️ Thank you for the tag! This one looks fun ahahah!

Fun fact: there is absolutely no meaning behind my fandom url. I was just an emo 14 year old wanting a COOL and EDGY online alias. I *almost* changed it recently, but I couldn't bring myself to actually do it... too nostalgic LMAO.

D: Dirty Diana - Shaman's Harvest

A: Airhead - Honey Revenge

R: Ruin - So Below

K: Keep You - The Tech Thieves, One True God

W: Werewolf - Motionless in White

H: Heaven's a Lie - Lacuna Coil

I: IDWT$ - Bad Omens

S: Sick and Twisted Affair - My Darkest Days

P: Prisoner - Miley Cyrus, Dua Lipa

E: Eternally Yours - Motionless in White

R: Rain - Sleep Token

I: Innocence - Disturbed

N: Nocturnal Future - The Word Alive

G: Get My Way - Vosai, REILL

S: So Cold - Mahalo, DLMT, Lily Denning

No pressure tags: @palfriendpatine66, @usakostar, @willameena, @grapenehifics, @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart, @greyghoulclub, @thegingerwrites, and anyone who hasn't been tagged but wants to play! ❤️

#tag game

[babycharmander]

One part I found hilarious in Coco was when Imelda hits Ernesto with her shoe and says "That's for murdering the love of my life!" and he goes "Who the?"

He did find her vaguely familiar at first, but he didn't actually realize who she was until Hector jumped out.

I suppose it does make sense that he didn't recognize her at first. They probably haven't seen each other since he and Hector left Santa Cecilia over ninety years ago. And even if he did return to Santa Cecilia at some point, well, he would've made every attempt to avoid her. Besides, it's still been over seventy years since his death, people look different as skeletons, and they would have had no reason to see each other once they were both dead.

But then she says "That's for murdering the love of my life!" and he still has no idea who she is.

Like. Ernesto. How many people have you murdered that your first reaction to being told "That's for murdering the love of my life! is not something like "$#%* oh no how did Imelda find out quick think of a convincing lie" instead of "Who the?"

Ahahah yeah that's for sure one of the best scenes in the movie.

I think what might've happened was that cuz she just immediately struck him in the head with a shoe, his head was literally spinning so he might not've immediately registered what she said.

Also I definitely think Ernesto avoided going back to Santa Cecilia basically until his death, when his body was buried. It would've been too great a risk.

#ernesto de la cruz #coco #pixar coco #coco spoilers #bc answers nonsense #dragoneyes618

[tksavvy]

⚡Electric Eel Cookie Headcanons👠

(A little heads up, this will contain swearing. If you are not into that, don't read this list! Something else...please heart this post if you want a follow-up fic! I am actually in the mood of writing one...and besides, I feel like I'm probably the only one here who's into Cookie Run...)

Now, onto business!

Notes: Tough Lee, Cheeky Ler

Tickle Notes: My dude is too extreme of a lee to not tickle oh my dear god. His ler side, however...

Another one of my favorites, I loved the concept of an electricity themed Cookie and now we have one and I live for him.

⚡Lee!Electric Eel headcanons🔌

-Remember the last post I made? Yeah? Then, we're going to ignore the fact that Eel is literally Lee backwards? No. You know what that means, boys. He's a lee, and that's that.

-On the tickle scale, he's a 117/10.

-He only wants to get tickled by the people he's formed a relationship with. Example: friends, lover, best friends. Acquaintances are fine too, but moderately. Strangers are completely out of the list.

-When he's in a lee mood, he gets embarrassed more than usual, he gets fidgety and usually tends to lie about it. He gets found out by Mocha Ray and Abyss Monarch most of the time.

-Abyss Monarch: hello there, Elec. I'm gonna wreck you completely!

Electric Eel: (Oh shit, I am going to fucking die.)

*Abyss Monarch then proceeds to obliberate his sides, and armpits...and uses his tickly tentacles on his neck and ribs and restrains his arms with some other tentacles*

(someone draw this please. not forcing you!)

-speaking of, keep the kids away cuz bro has a habit of swearing (especially saying the f word) a lot when wrecked. I like to keep stuff family friendly here, but I gotta do it man...

-"NOHOHOHOHOO---F*CK YOHOUUU! AHAHAH F*HUCK IHIHIT!! HOLY SH*HIT! STAHAHAHAP!!" -⚡

-Eleco (yup that's his nickname now) tends to spurt out jolts of electricity when laughing too hard. For example, grab the ribs and nibble them. Trust me, always works. You're gonna need to remember that later...

-Death spots are his ribs, underbelly, and neck (not to mention his sides also)

-my dude gets extremely flustered over his ticklishness...especially when around a friend of his...or around his fellow guardians...

-also his scars are rlly ticklish. (and a good spot, especially the ones on his ribs and underbelly!!) often squeals and melts into a puddle of giggles when tkled there.

-"STAHAHAHAP IHIT AHAHALREADY GOHOD FU-" -⚡

*[C/N] proceeds to get the scars*

-"Wait, not the scars! Not--THE SCAHAHARS!!" -⚡

-Lobster, Abyss Monarch, and Mocha Ray once ganged up on him. Lobster was in charge of restraining the dude, Abyss grabbed the sides and Mocha Ray restrained his legs and I am not saying anything past that. as you may have guessed, mocha ray got his feet and she used tools. more precisely, an electric toothbrush and a small feather. Yes, they got the scars.

-He tried to get revenge on Abyss Monarch, only to find out he isn't ticklish except for two major spots, and get tickled relentlessly.

-Every single time he does that, it ends in him getting tkled.

-The first and only time he succeeded to catch him off guard was when he did a small raspberry on his neck and also squeezed his sides, and he let out a squeal. (it was his neck.)

-He definitely needs aftercare, no matter how long you did it for.

-Remember that headcanon with the jolts in it? Well, the more electricity he generates, the more sensitive he becomes (unfortunately for him, and fortunately for all the people out there that are in an extreme ler mood today and need a burst of energy. Yo, anybody have some tools?!)

-weaknesses: getting teased (gets even more flustered if it's abt ticklishness), anticipation, nibbling (especially on his weak spots, especially especially when you make that "nonmnomnom" sound), tools(???), raspberries, rib counting

-"...You goddamn son of a biHI-" -⚡

🔌Ler! Electric Eel aka Vagabond Cookie 2.0 headcanons ⚡

-"I'm gonna getcha~! Hehehehe!!" -⚡

-that last phrase was him in one sentence.

-Even though he's a huge lee, Eleco can be a devious ler sometimes. Trust me, he does not know the definition of the word mercy.

-And get ready, because if the mood hits him, he WILL get revenge on you. And it won't be merciful...

-He pokes his lee's sides usually when they're off guard. Three pokes, and you know what happens.

-He plans surprise tickle attacks on Abyss, instantly targeting his neck since it's the only good spot he knows.

-He usually tkls people until he's tired or he feels like they can't do it anymore.

-Loves teasing his lees. (especially when he hits a weak spot)

-"Not there? Too bad, I'm going all out now and you can't escape~!" -⚡

-As I said, he doesn't know who that guy called mercy is. Too bad for you!

-usually tends to poke people's sides just to see their reaction (more commonly Lobster)

-Tends to have tickle fights with Mocha Ray (which he sometimes wins, sometimes loses)

-Smirks and teases with direct eye contact (especially when his lee is absolutely flushed. BRO CAN GET FLUSTERING AF-)

-"Aw, is someone flustered~?" -⚡

-also tends to use the r-word on his lees when he feels like it.

-oh and he also uses that tuft at the end of his long hair to tkl the lee's stomach or sides or behind their knees.

-tools: fingers, hair (sometimes), nibbles, raspberries

-In conclusion, he is extremely devious. Be careful with him.

Any requests for headcanons? File 'em in!

#sfw interaction only #sfw twords #crob #electric eel cookie #abyss monarch cookie #mocha ray cookie #lobster cookie #HELP I ACCIDENTALLY SPELLED MOCHA RAY AS MOCHA RAT😭😭 #sfw tk blog #tickle headcanons #cookie run tickle

[ceilidho]

Running to read Luna and the Lie based off of your recommendation from Twitter - was wondering if you had any other book recommendations like it?

ahahah i wouldn't even say i particularly recommend Luna and the Lie because i disliked the ending quite a bit. unfortunately with romances, i'm actually incredibly picky and i don't really have many favourites. i read a lot but often find traditional published books to be kinda lacking.

i do really like kati wilde if you enjoy fantasy/shifter/mc books!!! she has a new book coming out soon that i'm very excited to read. tessa bailey's new book also slapped, i have to say. if you like scifi erotica, the alphas of nasila trilogy is also quite good. and i love layla stone's 'roommate' series.

if you want my burner goodreads account, you can also ask me off anon - it doesn't have my personal info, but i just don't wanna put a link out for everyone lol.

[sainamoonshine]

Not gonna lie but finding out that one of these incomprehensible english acronyms for titles is actually in actual fact no joking really in real life pronounced MISSUS completely took me out.

I thought that this word was like… a joke. An old-fashionned word pronounced with an accent that people only said when they wanted to sound like a cowboy. « The missus said I can’t go out tonight » ahahah what a goof.

But you guys actually use it???? THAT’S what that particular acronym means????? Unreal.

[killiru]

Not me Rewatch thoughts

Ep. 1

Caution: Obvious spoilers I have to share my muddled thoughts a bit - sorry.

Still love the opening so much, it gives me life.

Omg it looks a bit like the pool where Black, White and Todd are at the beginning is the pool that later is Dan's secret base. Am I imagining it?! Probably, but that's okay with me 

Edit: Nope. It's not the same pool. Damnit.

A little bit it seems like Todd used to babysit Black and White. At least it doesn't seem unusual for him when their parents ask him to watch them for a while while they argue.

I know we dont see much of her, but White's ex-girlfriend is so so pretty.

The River told me lies starts to play in the background and my heart breaks a little.

Hihi you can see Gun's ear holes a bit in White's ears at the beginning.

Somehow it's very symbolic that White is strumming on the piano when he passes it when he's at his father's house. Or that there's a piano there in general - it's actually a mark of distinction in terms of cultural capital (according to Bourdieu).

The soy milk commercial I cant

White's dad is still so hot - kicking my daddy issues

I think the dad is lying when he says he doesn't know where Black is.

Exciting: White's dad introduces him to his diplomat friends at university (social capital) - shortly after, the one dude offers him a job. Not only that, but shortly after he offers him his books to study too.

Todd says at the beginning his new friends are the reason for Black's injuries. And that's not even a complete lie.

Why do they have hairnets on but no masks when they're in the ICU?

That handkerchief thing is so gross omg.

NO, DON'T WIPE YOUR FACE WITH IT, EWWW.

Boy, White looks good in glasses AND Black's clothes. The combo is nice - wish it would have been longer on screen

I just want to note that Todd a) had Black's key and b) hesitated when he said Black wasn't dating anyone. Maybe it was jealousy, I don't know - shouldnt he know he had a thing with Eugene.

Does Black actually have a drawing of brass knuckles and a Swiss Army knife on his pinboard? Am I imagining it ahahah

White asks so reproachfully if Black is still at uni. Rude

EPISODES 1 GRAM WAS SO SWEET

I love Nuch bye

I also love the talk about rule of/by law and the fact that White obviously doesn't have a clue although I would imagine he should have learned that in his studies. It just shows the vitamin B.

Just stealing someone else's helmet is NOT what you mean by redistribution, Gram! xD

AHHHHH YOK APPEARS ON THE SHOW FOR THE FIRST TIME, I LOVE YOU BABY. Your clothes are on point again.

That the bird drawn on Sean's door looks a bit like the one from Panem is no coincidence I think, especially since in Thailand activists have used the sign from the books with the three fingers for themselves. Nevertheless, it is now a funny headcanon of mine that Sean's favourite books are "The Hungergames".

And there he is. Sean my love. Off has never looked better in a role than in this ngl.

Hahaha... he's already washing his future boyfriend in EP 1. That's very kind of Sean isn't it?

The anarchy sign graffiti in the background... wonder who they are from the crew.

How nice the Molotov cocktails were lined up on the tablet.

Result from Ep 1 : I love this show with all my heart and look forward to Episode 2.

(and still. Ew. Dont.)

#notmetheseries #not me the series #not me the series ep1 #not me rewatch #not me the series rewatch #thai bl #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #mond tanutchai #first kanaphan #offgun #seanwhite #toddblack #gramblack #stream of consciousness #god i love this show