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gwen1nnnnn · 11 months

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jealousy🎸 / han x reader

description : Smut

Tw : Argument, yelling , slight crying , nicknames ,oral giving , multiple orgasms , rough kissing , making out, make up sex , cussing

I THOUGHT OF WRITING THIS WHILE DRINKING SOME PEPSI IN MY BED LOL ENJOY IT AND SORRY IF THERE IS BAD SPELLING

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it was about 11:23pm and me and Han came back home from an event standing face to face ,I dont like the way u were touching her Han, I said in a loud voice closing the door behind me, what do u mean bro I wasn't even touchin her in a sexual way?! , he responded in a loud voice , YES U WERE HAN AND IM NOT UR FUCKING BRO IM UR GIRLFRIEND, I said yelling at him , WELL IF U WERE MY GIRLFRIEND Y/N U WOULD UNDERSTAND IT WAS FOR THE PHOTO , he said yelling , OH SO U ADMINT TO TOUCHING HER HUH?, AND I DONT FUCKING CARE IF IT WAS FOR A PHOTO I DIDNT LIKE IT , I said yelling , I WASNT TOUCHING HER IN THAT WAY UR BEING FUCKING INSANE Y/N , he said yelling , IM NOT INSANE UR JUST BEING A HORRIBLE PERSON HOW COULD U CALL UR GIRLFRIEND INSANE , I said yelling , IM NOT HORRIBLE UR JUST A JEALOUS FREAK , he says yelling , UR BEING SUCH A BITCH HAN , I say yelling, I FUCKING HATE U ,he says yelling very loud at me, I was shocked for a second I couldn't believe he would say that to me , I HATE U TOO, I say in a loud way , I go into our room and slam the door behind me , I change into a white shirt and my underwear getting into bed facing the wall so I didnt have to look at Han , on the other hand han was in the bathroom for 10 mins thinking ab what he just had said, Han walked into the room and got changed and layed in the bed facing his back to u , I move around a bit taking thr blanket off of half my body so i could be comfortable , i was laying back curved and legs together I didnt think much of it since I always slept with underwear anyways , han turned around for a bit and looked u up and down he was horny he wanted to squeeze ur ass so badly , he was carving make up sex ,in my mind i was sad did he rlly hate me am I a jealous freak.. I was thinking as some tears fell from my face , Han couldn't just lay there anymore he put his hands on my waist my shirt was lifted a little up anyways , he continued moving his hands up and down my waist and squeezing my thighs and ass , u let out little whismpers as he moved closer to me and started kissing my neck and then my lips roughly and passionately making out with me his hands went up my shirt and he started squeezing my boobs , he whispered in my ear '' im sorry let me make it up to u''

I just nodded as he layed me on my back and removed my underwear tossing it across the room as he starts kissing my inner thigh man this guy loves to tease , he starts by licking and sucking on my clit as my hands went to pull and play with his fluffy long hair , it felt so good and man Han was the BEST at giving head , he slowly moved his tongue around my slit rubbing my clit with his thumb as he whismpered in between, i felt my high coming it was close I pushed his head more down into it as he continued sucking more intense , my eyes started to roll back as my grip on his hair loosened , I felt warm liquid pour down my thighs as he gets up and takes his shirt and pants off and hovers over me , be good for me he says slowly moving his tip and rubbing it on my clit teasing me a bit then puts it in side me like there was not tomorrow he started off slow then picked up the pace , he started whismpering '' fuck so tight for me'' ''so good for me'' '' ur so beautiful princess '' ''im going to make u say my name all night'' , it felt so good and his wismpers were sending me off the top , i felt my high coming so close once again '' u make me feel so good Han '' I say whismpering in his ear as I feel warm liquid pour down me once again but this time it was both of us leaving a bigger mess , he started fucking my liquids back inside of me making me let out some quiet but soft moans , he kept going and I felt so sore , '' come on u can handle one more darling'' he says as he continues to thrust inside of me as his name kept coming out of my mouth nonstop whimpering '' han ah'' ''ah han'' ''han ah '' untill I feel more and more juices pour down me once again , he stops and we get cleaned up and once again end up In the bed but this time cuddling as he constantly whispers apologys in my ear for saying he hates me reasuring me how much he loves and cares for me '' btw I love hearing u moan my name constantly its so hot'' he says smirking at me .

I HOPE YALL LIKED IT I PUT MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS INTO THIS ONE I RLLY TIRED SO YEAH LOL.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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Kinktober- Drabble #12

Characters: Top Natasha, Bottom Wanda

Kinks: Consensual non consent, Intoxication, praise, Double penetration, Orgasm control/denial

Word count: 1851 Wandanat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist Kinktober

You roll your eyes, watching as Tony makes a fool of himself on the dancefloor in a drunken attempt to impress Pepper, who is in fact very unimpressed. But your focus is removed from them when your girlfriend Natasha elbows you in the ribs.

“Ouch. Hey! What was that for?” you grumble, rubbing your side

She smirks at you, “Looks like someone had a bit too much to drink.”

You follow her line of sight over to the bar where your other girlfriend, Wanda, staggers slightly as she gets down from the barstool. She places a hand on the counter to steady herself before she looks around. As soon as she spots you both a smile lights up her features and she waves enthusiastically.

Natasha smiles, shaking her head in amusement as you bothe wave back at her. She goes to make her way over to you both, but she stumbles in her heels. If it wasn't for Bucky's quick reflexes she probably would have hit the floor.

“You alright doll?” he asks with a chuckle

She nods, “Thanks Buck. I’m ok”

“We got it from here, soldier,” Nat tells him, wrapping her arms around Wanda's waist.

You smile at him, “Thanks for saving her from a nasty fall.”

“No problem” he says with a nod before heading off on his way, trying to find Steve, Sam or Sharon no doubt.

“Hiiii moya lyubov'(my loves)” Wanda greets, smiling once more

“Hi baby” you greet, kissing her cheek.

She quickly turns, crashing her lips against yours, causing Natasha to chuckle. The brunette turns, cutting off the Russians laugh as her lips meet hers as well. Making it your turn to chuckle.

“Easy dorogoy(sweetheart)” Nat tells her, “Let's get you back to our room so you can rest, ok?”

Wanda pouts, “But I want you both.”

“I don’t know Wans. You seem a bit too out of it.” you state as Nat helps her walk out of the party and to the elevators with you

She huffs, “I’m coherent....enough. ‘M just not coordinated in these damn heels anymore. Please moya lyubov'(my loves)? You both look so good tonight. Just wanna feel you.”

You and Natasha share a look as the elevator doors close, and you watch as her tongue darts out to dapen her lips, “Do you remember our agreement?”

“Yes.” she nods, “If at any point you deem me too drunk you'll stop and if I get uncomfortable I just have to use my safeword.”

The Russians' eyes meet yours, “What do you think, Y/n?”

“I think we should give our darling what she wants.”

Wanda smiles happily as she reaches out to grab your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours as the three of you wait to arrive on your floor. Once the doors open she awkwardly drags you along beside her as Nat walks her to your shared bedroom.

The three of you walk in and Nat sets Wanda down on the edge of the bed, “Before we do anything, let's get you out of these dangerous heels.”

Wanda hums as the redheads' hands make their way down her soft, smooth legs until they reach her feet. She easily slips the heels off, tossing them aside before squeezing Wanda's thighs. The gesture is meant to be affectionate, but it's clear to both you and Nat that Wanda feels differently as she shudders, spreading her legs further apart.

“Oh, someone's needy, hm?” Natasha teases, looking into Wanda's eyes as she tucks a strand of loose hair behind the woman's ear

“Yes. Need you both so badly, please.” she admints, looking away from Nat to meet your gaze instead

You move closer to them, slowly starting to unbutton your vest, much to the excitement of the two women in front of you. You take it off, tossing it to the couch across the room. You then begin to unbutton your dress shirt, watching as Wanda not so subtly licks her lips in anticipation. You toss it to the couch as well, before moving to remove your pants.

Before you can unzip them Natashas hands grip your wrists, “Let me help you detka(baby), please?”

“Go ahead Tasha” you tell her with a nod.

She eagerly unzips them and her face comes dangerously close to your core as she slides them down your legs. She eyes you mischievously as she eyes the bulge in your boxers, showing off the toy you had decided to wear to the party.

“Wanna help me out of this dress?” she asks, mere inches away from your lips

You breach the distance, kissing her as your hands make their way up her back until they're pulling down her zipper. She continues to kiss you as her dress falls to the floor, pooling at her feet. Poor Wanda was simply left on the bed, watching as she presses her thighs together and a small whimper of need leaves her.

The Sokovians mouth goes dry as Natasha pulls away from you, allowing her to see that you each had straps packed within your boxers.

“What? Did you think that we wouldn't be prepared?” Nat teases as she walks back over to her, “Stand up dorogoy(sweetheart)”

Wanda stands, a bit too quickly, and nearly crashes into Nat and you chuckle, “So eager for us, aren’t you?”

“Yes” she answers as the older woman pulls the dress from her body. Her teeth tug on her bottom lip as you both take in the fact that she hadn't bothered to put on a bra tonight

“Naughty girl.” Nat exclaims, grasping Wanda's plump breasts. She moans, arching further into the Russians hold as she reaches a hand out for you.

You quickly grab it, letting her pull you closer to the two of them. Natasha smirks at you, “I think it's time to give her what she wants, don’t you?”

You nod, “Be a good girl and help Tasha and I outta our boxes, won’t you baby?”

Wanda eagerly nods, and Natasha moves her hands away from the younger woman's chest so she can do as asked. Her hands make quick work of pulling down the redheads boxers. She tries her best to ignore the toy that springs free so she can move on to you. Your boxers hit the floor just as fast as Nats had and this time Wanda can’t help but stare at the toy.

As she eyes your strap Natasha makes her way around to the other side of the bed and crawls to the center of it, sitting herself on her knees. You smirk as you see her take her spot and subtly nod at her.

“Come here dorogoy(sweetheart)” the Russian calls, “Come sit on my cock”

Wanda practically scrambles to turn around and make her way over to the older woman. She hungrily kisses her before turning around to show off her ass to her. Natashas hands grope the plump flesh there before she grabs a tube of lube off the bedside table. She squirts a generous amount into her hands before she strokes the fake cock between her legs, making sure it's ready for her girlfriend.

Wanda sinks down on the toy with a moan as it slowly spreads her ass open, Natashas hands rest on her hips to help guide her until she bottoms out as you make your way to join them.

She whimpers, reaching out for you as you settle on your knees in front of her. Your hands trail over her thighs, pulling them further apart to give yourself better access. As you do so your eyes are drawn to her cunt. She's absolutely soaked, her arousal drips to the sheets below her and you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

“So wet for us baby” you rasp out as Natasha scatters soft kisses against the younger woman's shoulders. Wanda whimpers again and you decide to give into her. You push your hips forward and the strap easily slides into her

“Ooh fuck!” she moans, feeling incredibly fully as she's stretched open on both her girlfriends cocks. You both remain far too still for her liking and she grinds her hips in an attempt to feel some sort of relief, “Please…please fuck me”

Natasha doesn't hesitate, thrusting up into the Sokovians ass with vigor as her hands come to play with the brunettes bouncing tits. Wandas eyes flutter as she moans, her head falling back against the redhead's shoulder. You take advantage of this and begint to suck on her neck's sweet spot, your hands tightly grip her hips as you also begin to thrust up into her.

Wanda quickly becomes a mess between you and Natasha. She's quite literally only capable of moans, whimpers, and whines as a form of communication as the two of you fuck her senseless. One of her hands holds your lips in place against her neck by clutching at the back of your neck while her other grapes One of Natashas tightly.

“ ‘M so close….so close” Wanda mumbles and you smirk, anticipating Nats next words

“That's too damn bad, dorogoy(sweetheart). You won't be cumming anytime soon”

Her eyes snap open and she looks at you pleadingly, "N- no, please”

“You heard Tasha. Don’t you dare cum yet.”

She weakly nods, whimpering and biting her bottom lip as you and Natasha continue to fuck her. Her eyes slam shut as she desperately tries to concentrate on anything other than the immense pleasure in her core that's threatening to reach its peak at any second.

Intent on listening to the Russians orders, Wanda lets her nails dig into the back of your neck and Natashas forearm as she trembles slightly, trying her best to not let the feeling of her girlfriends cocks push her over the edge.

She moans, arching away from Natasha as your strap brushes against her clit, and she knows she won’t be able to hold off her orgasm for much longer, if at all.

“Please please please please” she begs, a few tears building in her eyes, “I can’t…I need to cum Tasha, please.”

Nat places a kiss against the trembling girl's cheek, “Not yet dorogoy(sweetheart). You can give us a few more minutes can’t you?”

She shakes her head, “No! No no no, please!”

“I know you can do it, baby” you whisper, kissing along her jaw, “Don’t you wanna make us happy?”

“Yes” she whimpers

After a few more thrusts from each of you, you can tell by the look on Wanda's face that she can’t handle any more, and you relay that to your other girlfriend with a look.

Nat nods, leaning into Wanda further to kiss along her collarbone, “Cum for us”

Wanda moans loudly, thighs shaking as she finally cums. And she cums hard, practically melting between the two of you as her exhaustion and drunkenness fully takes hold over her.

You both chuckle, deciding to sit there for a few more minutes, letting her rest before moving to clean her up and tucking her into bed.

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aollosjustlurking · 6 months

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This was based off of a sewing related prinxiety prompt given to me by @lemonlinelights

I went a little bit off prompt but not by much

(It's not lettign me link it here rn but it is also up on my ao3, same title. @apolloinspace)

Relationships: Prinxiety Word Count: 1257 Summary: Roman has decided to give cosplay another try, but he's not sure where to start. Luckily for him, Virgil knows how to sew.

Roman had been bored that day and decided that the sanctity of Virgil’s peace was nothing sacred. So he decided to pay a visit to the resident emo, even though he expected to get kicked out immediately. He walked into the dark room, forgetting to knock (much to Virgil’s dismay), and was greeted by the sight of Virgil hand-sewing cross-legged on his bed. My Chemical Romance played in the background as he mended a patch on his beloved jacket.

The Prince cleared his throat which caused the other, who had been well immersed, to jump. “I never realized that you sew on the patches yourself,” Roman commented, ignoring the shock he had caused to the other.

“Well, not all of us can imagine anything we want into existence. I mean, I could summon this I think, but I like the process. It’s, tangible y’know?” Virgil had recovered from his scare quickly and had gone back to guiding his needle through the fabric.

“You make me sound lazy, like I just summon everything and never actually create,” Roman was dramatically offended at this idea, making sure to put heavy influence on that last word.

Virgil met his eyes quickly, giving him a mischievous smile, and questioned, “Isn’t that what you do?”

“No! How dare you! I create! Of course I create! That’s my whole thing! My skill for materializing things out of my imagination does not make me complacent.” Roman was dramatically gesturing his indignation about the room as Virgil watched, amused.

“Alright, sorry. What did you come in here for?” He tied off his thread and looked up at Roman expectantly.

“Well nothing, originally, but now I realize I could use your help.”

“With what?” He was somewhat dreading the answer.

“I’m working on some new costumes, and as we both know, costume construction isn't my- strongest suit,” that last part came out strained, as if adminting a weakness of his was physically difficult for Roman.

“Getting back into your cosplay phase?”

“I guess you could say that.” It had been a while since Roman had tried genuine costume construction as, despite his previous outrage, he did typically just summon up whatever costume he felt he needed. His past struggle with it had caused him to avoid it, but he was trying to get back at it. This new found positivity was great, though it didn’t address the fact that he still had no clue what he was doing. That’s where Virgil came in. “Do you know much about machine sewing?”

“I know enough, I guess,” Virgil answered. Roman figured he knew more than he was letting on.

“Can you teach me?”

Virgil had wanted to say no. He wasn’t a great teacher, and this seemed like a lot of effort. But Roman’s eyes held so much excitement and hope, and he didn’t want to be the one to snuff that fire out. Especially since he had been the driving force in snuffing the original cosplay-fueled fire, and now Virgil found himself harboring guilt. “Fine.”

They decided to work in Roman’s room as the adverse effects that Virgil’s had on Roman was the last thing needed when trying to learn a new skill. There was a small table where Roman had placed a machine and various materials, but he hadn’t started anything. He didn’t know how or where to start. It was a nice machine, a Singer, one that Virgil did in fact know how to use. Roman watched as Virgil inspected his station. He finally looked up and asked, “What are you trying to make?”

The Prince handed over a sketch book with the designs for a Prince Phillip costume. He was great at designing what he wanted to make, amazing at drawing in general really. It was the process of taking it from theory to practice that he got hung up on.

“This looks complicated,” Virgil flipped through the pages, occasionally looking up to inspect the fabrics Roman had chosen.

“I never want to do things simply. You know me! The more the better!”

“Yeah well slow down there, you don’t even know how to thread the machine yet.” He was right. The machine sat, untouched on the desk, nowhere near ready to stitch anything together.

“Well how do I do that?” Virgil grabbed some red thread and began to explain how to spin a bobbin. Roman sat confused as he did not know that one had to spin a bobbin, or really, what a bobbin was. By the time they had gotten past bobbin making, bobbin placing, and threading the top half of the machine, Virgil had gotten frustrated. He was very close to walking away from this little project. Sewing is already a frustrating activity, and trying to teach it was beyond annoying. Right as he was about to give up teaching Roman how to pull up the bottom thread, he realized how close the two of them were physically. Virgil was sitting on the chair in front of the machine, and Roman was standing, bent over, very near in order to have a good view of what was going on. What was the most distracting was how close their faces were. Well actually, maybe the most distracting thing was the way Roman’s eye brows were furrowed with concentration, his entire face showed how much effort he was putting into this task. Or alternatively the most distracting thing was that Virgil could feel the heat coming from Roman’s body, or maybe that was just his own flush. Or-

Virgil's thoughts were cut off abruptly by Roman kissing him. His head had been guided by the Prince’s hand to face the other and then the gap had been closed. If Virgil had not expected the close proximity of the moments before, he had definitely not expected this. Roman pulled away, gently and in no rush, and looked back at him. “You kissed me?” It had taken a few seconds for words to actually leave Virgil’s mouth.

“I- yes. I apologize-”

“No.” Virgil couldn’t begin to think of how to explain to Roman that the surprise element was what was throwing him off, not that he didn’t enjoy it or want it in the first place.

“No?” Roman couldn’t begin to think of what that response meant. Refusal? Rejection?

“Not no as in like, no. No, as in don’t apologize,” Virgil could feel the heat on his face, and this time he was sure of its source.

“Oh. Oh! Good! Great!” Roman, as opposed to Virgil, was not freaking out but rather ecstatic.

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“Why what?”

“Why did you kiss me?” Sewing wasn’t really known to be a romantic activity. Much of it was filled with irritation and defeat, honestly.

“Oh, well. You seemed spaced out, and you were right there. So I figured, ‘how do I get him out of this trance? Oh, I know, I’ll kiss him!’,” Roman said this to Virgil as if this level of confidence and courage wasn’t absolutely foreign to him.

“You astound me.”

“Thank you,” Roman replied, a proud look painted on his face.

“I never said it was a compliment,” Virgil looked back up at Roman, who was standing up straight now, that mischievous grin once again taking residency on his face. It didn’t stay there for long however, as Roman once again pulled him into another kiss. They did eventually get that machine threaded, albeit they were distracted for much of the afternoon. Work on Roman’s costume began the next day.

#virgil knows how to sew prove me wrong #sander sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #prinxiety oneshot

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greencharisard · 1 year

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I'm gonna be real with y'all, this is old art. This has been cooking since 2020, there was a third part that showed Faba with Checko and my trainer with Horus, but it's been stuck at the "barely a legible sketch" phase for the past 3 years. I've accepted that it's never getting done so I'm posting this as is. This was meant to show where all the 4 existing silvally are in my headcanon, and I was gonna ramble a bunch about the situation with the bottom two, but I'll be honest, a lot of my HCs need rewriting and readjusting; mostly for my trainersona. So uh... yeah I'll admint the silvally still hold up anatomy and detail-wise, the humans are a bit more... wonky. Pokemon by Nintendo art by me, do not copy, trace, repost, reuse ecc without my permission please.

#pokemon #Pokemon Fanart #fan art #Headcanon #Silvally #aether foundation #aether branch chief faba #gladion #selene #my art #My characters

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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Hi your majesty! May I request the brothers reacting to Luke having an anxiety attack because someone compared him to a demon? With a sprinkle of hurt/comfort?

( for context: During Luke's birthday event, Leviathan says "for an angel, you sure are acting demonic right now!" Which in turn causes Luke to go into a state of shock and semi panic. And it's my personal Headcanon that Luke is slightly paranoid about seeming even slightly similar to a demon due to Michaels constant instances that demons are eww. Which is why luke is so admint that demons are evil, because seeming even slightly like one would both dissapoint Michael and make him think he's this evil "monster" despite literally being nothing like that. Sorry for the rambling! )

A/N: This request is amazing Anon (I'm flattered you called me your majesty???) I don't know much about anxiety/panic attacks because I never had any (at least, I don't think so-) but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! PS: I like to think Mammon is extremely protective of Luke, and that will be reflected lmao

Tags: @sufzku

Warnings: Anxiety attack, skull crushing, mentions of cannibalism and torture, heaving, mangled limbs/body -----

Short Story:

Luke kept his head down as he held onto Simeon’s hand, walking back to Purgatory Hall with him. Simeon, on the other hand, was extremely worried for Luke. He was going to ask what was wrong until he saw a paper ball hit the back of Luke’s head. He quickly looks to see who could possibly do it, and it was a lower level envy demon. “Pfft- Oh look, I hit Cute Lil Angel Boy” They pout, before howling with laughter. “Please! You’re just as worse as us demons!” Simeon wanted to say something but he felt Luke tug on his arm. When he looks down, he saw Luke heavily breathing as the small angel felt dizzy and sweaty. He lost his vision and couldn’t hear the avatar of sins ready to beat the shit out of the lower envy demon. Reactions:

Lucifer

He was there just in time to see the whole thing unfold, to the demon making the paper ball, to Luke spiraling into a panic attack.

Even if he made fun of Luke, he still cared for him, and he was an exchange student, so he couldn’t just stand by to let this happen

Lucifer glances at Simeon, to which he nods and leads Luke to a safer place so he can calm him down

The eldest stares daggers into the envy demon before casting a binding spell on the perpetrator

He drags them to the, luckily empty, student council office and begins to.. punish the individual

The scars Lucifer had left were both mental and physical

“Filthy rats should know their place.”

Mammon

Listen..

Luke and Simeon was like his second family, so you can imagine he isn’t too happy about this

He saw Luke spiraling and immediately set out to help him first

Luckily the dude who compared him to a demon was too stunned to speak as Mammon helped Luke get grounded before it got any worse

When he did, Simeon led Luke to a safer area, knowing what was about to happen

Mammon then quietly stood up, shooting sharp ass daggers into the envy demon

The eye daggers was almost as sharp as Mammon’s horns as the avatar of greed charged at him like an angry bull, piercing the dude’s stomach with his horns

He wasn’t just not happy, oh no, he was enraged, a protective rage if you will

Mammon dragged the envy demon to an alley and threw them against a big trashcan so hard it bent.

He left them to rot, checking up on Luke and Simeon to make sure they are okay

“Luke, why don’t we go get some ice cream, yea?”

Leviathan

Funnily enough, he recognized this envy demon as one of his soldiers in the Hells Navy

Feeling like he had power there, and honestly he did, he walks over, only to cause panic in the envy demon as he recognized the grand admiral

He looks at the two angels and the demon, like he was inspecting something with a look of disgust in his eyes

He walks over to Luke with a more gentle look and helps to ground him

Once he did, he tells Simeon and Luke to go back to Purgatory Hall

And once they leave, the envy demon knew they fucked up

It didn’t take long for the envy demon to start heaving out seaweed

They continued to do so until Levi thought it was enough and walked over to their hunched over body

He leaned down, Levi looked dead serious as they stare at each other.

“Do that again, and your punishment will be much, much worse, understood?”

Satan

When he sees this, he goes straight to grounding Luke, like most of his brothers, unluckily for the demon, they took this as a sign to book it

When that’s done with, Simeon and Luke leave to a more safe spot

The security the envy demon felt was short lasted as Satan went straight to knocking the dude down with his tail and crushing his skull with his foot

The cries didn’t stop him, it was the dead silence proving they were dead that made him stop

He rolls his eyes and kicks the body a few times before going to check on Luke

“Are you alright now, Luke?”

Asmodeus

Ooh boy, this ‘bout to get dark fast

When he sees this, he feels disgust and pity

Before going to Luke, he taps the individual on the shoulder with a sickly sweet smile before jabbing his venomous tail to the dudes stomach before casting a silencing spell on him

He goes to the two angels to try and help the smaller one ground back to reality, luckily, he learned a thing or two from Satan, as well as his own encouraging words, which helped him

When that’s done and dealt with,and the two are long gone, he goes to the dude and kicks them to the ground, injecting them with more venom

He laughs when he crushes their skull, like it was some sort of sick joke

Asmo leans down and grabs their mangled face, squishing their cheeks as if they were a child, before harshly dropping the face and crushing on it some more

Be it a lesson to all those who try to bully his cute little chihuahua friend

“Awww, aren’t you the cutest~? Too bad that I have to crush your skull..~”

Beelzebub

Protective rage part 2

Sees Luke violently shaking and the demon laughing their ass off

It didn’t take long to put two and two together

He walks over to the demon and their laughing died down as his shadow crept over them

Before the demon could plead any apology, Beel picked him up with ease and threw him against the wall

Luckily the two angels left before Beel did anything too bad

And that part was.. eating the dudes limbs

Yea.. safe to say any witnesses would definitely not be messing with the angels

“Bleh- Not even tasty..”

Belphegor

He was lazing around when he saw it

Belphie groans and mumbles about how much of a nuisance lower level demons are

He wasn’t going even attempt at comforting Luke, instead, he goes to the person, gave them his most deadly glare

“You’re going to regret that.”

The demon laughed and brushed it off, but the way he said it was certainly threatening enough for him to worry

And you know what? A few minutes later, while the dude was napping in the safety of him home, Belphie infested his dreams and turned them into nightmares so real that the dude was afraid to even sleep

The next day, he was amused to see that the person looked ready to pass out, but couldn’t for the fear that those nightmares would come back.

He simply asked Beel to take care of them after that, not having the energy to do it himself.

“Pfft- I haven’t had this much fun for a while.”

Short Aftermath (ft. Mammon, Luke and Simeon):

“.Thanks for taking me out for ice cream..”

Mammon snorts a bit at Luke’s thanks. He simply shrugs and ruffles his hair. “Don’t mention it, kid.” The small angel huffs at the nickname, but it was at least tolerable when it came to Mammon. “I’m sorry you got caught up in this, Mammon” Simeon sighs. “Eh it’s fine” He looks ahead.

He knew how much Luke trusted, looked up and followed Michael; while he didn’t think he deserved that trust Luke has in him, he wasn’t going to destroy his views at such a young age. He knew that all they preached, all they believed in were that demons were filthy creatures, and that wasn’t all true.

He just hoped Luke would recognize that at some point.

#obey me shall we date #om! brothers #om! angels #no mc #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! simeon #om! luke #cw: anxiety attack #cw: cannibalism #cw: torture #cw: heaving #cw: mangled body

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cryptid-pet · 11 months

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Okay but what about Shin or Carla being mad about something with Azusa or Ruki and then it ends in cuddles

cutely making this a headcanon post bc why not?

Long post below >>>

I'll start with the lovely cryptids bc why not:

I'm going to get right to the point with Shin: He physically cannot be mad at Azusa forever (nudging my azushin fic for future chapters, you'll see what i mean then lol)

I can understand Shin not being mad if Azusa did something stupid such as breaking a vase or making the same mistake that grows annoying, but if it's something major? DIFFERENT story

I'll let you imagine what Azusa does (lmao if you wanna really get details with what you think he'd do to piss Shin off, I would love to hear them!)

Shin getting mad at Azusa does hurt Azusa, he's sensitive overally and it's his nature

What's funny is that Shin doesn't know how to apologize on HIS behalf to him, making him feel worse. With being in a relationship, having a bond, Shin can't even go a full day ignoring Azusa- It's that bad for him.

Azusa tries not to make it a big deal but he really puts himself down with thoughts and regret for nothing being "perfect" at Shin's requests

Now the cuddling part? Easily lightens the mood.

Shin even locks the door into the bedroom (there's a 0.01% Azusa would walk out but you never know) as a measure. He gets really touchy and hugs Azusa, nudging and brushin at his hair

Is Shin really sorry? Mhmhmhmggnvnfnvnfvnfn...(He is but doesn't want to admint it)

Okay now we'll go onto the two yall spammed my ask box about for my fic bc apparently yall couldn't attack anyone else but my blog//JOKE (ofc I still laugh at it even when it was 10 days ago, I even scroll through the asks I got and giggle so tytyty for the laughs)

I honestly cannot picture Ruki doing something bad nor stupid to make Carla angry, I really can't (Again, if you can literally come up with smth I'd really would like to hear it because with these two? I got fucking nothing)

If I HAD to come up with something, I could see Ruki accidentally starting a rumour about Carla, whether it's something personal like his endziet or smth that really gives Carla OCD

Obviously, this is adressed between both parties and not much of an argument breaks out (fair bickering is what I like to call it)

These two won't talk for weeks- WEEKS I SAY (when I say week, I mean like three days)

If they see each other in the hall, they walk past each other. Does Ruki ever apoogize? Fuck no, he stands his ground and explains himself, it's Carla not willing to hear it by any means.

The way Carla apologizes is strange. He doesn't really say sorry but does explain how he's at fault for 25% of the fight, very strange. Ruki is fair himself, he knows something like this shouldn't be major and therefore plays along at the final stage of a typical relatioship fight.

#diabolik lovers #azusa mukami #mukami azusa #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #shin tsukinami #tsukinami shin #carla tsukinami #tsukinami carla #diahell #dialovers headcanons #nixxio headcanons #nixxio ask #nixxio reblogs #long post #azushin #carla x ruki #diabolik lovers headcanons

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 1 year

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Bejeweled - II.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Masterlist | Part I.

-But did you think about it Eloise? What if Anthony falls in love with her? YOu have to admint they would make a beautiful pair! - teased Benedict, making Anthony sigh and Eloise roll her eyes as she scoffed.

-Our brother? Falling in love? Do you hear yourself brother? I also think that (Y/N) is much too sophisticated and intelligent for our brother's needs. Even more so as she is not easily fooled.

Their banter was cut short when the footman came in announcing the arrival of your family. As you stepped in behind your parents, Eloise jumped to hug you, only waiting for you to drop a small curtsy before sweeping you away to the gardens. You glanced briefly at Anthony, a small smile appearing on your lips when he beamed at you, bowing a little, as if it was a secret.

-I am terribly sorry Lady Bridgerton! - you shouted as Eloise tugged on your arm.

-El, el, slow down. - you asked her breathless. - why are we running again?

-Benedict teased me all morning that i will lose you to Anthony. He seemed to have quite taken a liking to you at the ball.

You stopped and chuckled. But then you saw that she didn't joke, so you had to compose yourself.

-Umm.. i am sorry. - you said as you fought the laugh wanting to escape you. - I don't think that it is anything more than baseless teasing El. I am way way lower than any title that would be fitting for a vicount, not mentioning my *cough* moderate dowry. Even if those wouldn't be a problem you forget he wanted to dance with you. I was merely saving him from the ladies, and you from dancing with your brother. - you smiled at her - i assure you the vicount will not try to court me Eloise. I might not even marry this season.

-You better not. - she threatened before she sat on the swing, you following her smiling. Then you fell into the comfortable silence of listening to her talking about someone called Lady Whistledown. It was well into an hour when your head shot up.

-She wrote about you and your family too in the last issue. Did you read it?

-What? No, i didn't know anything like that existed. Do you... do you have a copy perhaps?

-Oh yes, it is in my room, come. - she held out her hand for you to take then she ran again. Wherever you two went giggles followed. Lady Bridgerton was delighted to see such a blooming friendship and such cheerfulness, happiness in their home. It was nice to finally see the house lively again. Whenever Anthony saw you he smiled as well. It was the smallest of smiles, but it never seemed to escape his mother's or Benedict's eyes. Perhaps if Daphne was here she would even talk about it by now. He felt somethng inside whenever he set eyes on you. He had to admit you were a breath of fresh air.

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-So dearest, what do you think of Lady (Y/N)? - asked Lady Violet.

Anthony looked up from the newspaper for a moment, before continuing.

-She may be a good influence on Eloise regarding of marriage.

-And how was your dance with her?

-It was pleasant mother. What are you trying to say? - his eyes shot to his mothers as Eloise tried to sink into the sofa, and Benedict smirked.

-Nothing, nothing, i was just thinking about how beautiful of a pair you two would be..

-MOTHER! - Yelled out Eloise, standing up from the sofa. -She is my best friend. She is too pretty, and intelligent for the likes of him and i refuse to give her up to him. - she stomped.

-What if they fall in love my dear? - asked their mother of her.

-I am not looking for a love match mother, i merely want to marry out of my duty to this family. - Anthony stated before kissing the top of Eloise's head and leaving.

-Thank you, - he heard Eloise say after he left.

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In the following weeks you and your family spent plenty of time with the Bridgertons, and now it was time for another ball. You and Anthony kept stealing glances at eachother, but never talked.

Yet, when you stepped foot in the ballroom, he found himself mesmerized. He could not take his eyes off of you.

After his dance with you, more and more gentlemen seemed to want to court you. And you were polite, you promenaded with them, but none of them seemed to catch any of your attention. They were quite boring. As if they all had some kind of handbook on how to act around ladies. It was almost too boring.

Anthony saw you dancing with Mr. Langley, as you mouthed a save me to Eloise, only for her to giggle in return.

He smirked to himself . WHen the dance ended he saw some of the men wanting to walk up to you. He knew them all too well, and he wanted better for you. So he walked up, despite Eloise protesting.

-Lady (Y/n), may i have this dance? - he asked, effectively making the other men flee.

-It would be my honor my lord. - you curtsied.

When the dance started he smiled at you and you suddenly felt shy. Vulnerable under his gaze.

-May i ask why did you asked me for a dance my lord?

-Well, ertainly not to please my sister. - he chuckled. It was a part in the dance when your back was pushed to his front, before he twirled you around to land in the same position again. It gave him an opportunity to whisper the truth into your ear.

-I know them all too well. I would rather upset my sister by dancing with you then to let you fall to the wolves.

Your breath hitched, and when you were face to face with him again, his smile fell, a gaze replacing it, it was so intense, you foundyourself locked in it.

-Thank you for your consideration my lord. - you said as the dance ended and you started to back out from the dancefloor.

Eloise all but kicked her brother.

-What was that?

-Would you rather have her marry Langley or Dankworth? I am merely doing my duty, saving her from terrible marriages. - he said looking at you as you conversed with the new Lord Featherington.

-Oh no, Lord Featherington now? Brother you need to save her! - Panicked Eloise. Anthoy chuckled at her sudden change of mind.

-What would you have me do sister? - he asked with a smirk.

-Dance with her or something. We cannot let this happen. - she said shoving her brother towards you. Anthony walked up, joining the conversation.

-The lady looks quite parched, Mr. Featherington would you be so kind and bring her some refreshments?

-Certainly Vicount Bridgerton. - with that he left.

-Thank you my lord. - you said in a whisper. as he offered his hand to ask you for a walk around the garden, your mother chaperoning you.

-Eloise made me save you this time.- he said with a smile.

-Eloise? Is she ill ? - you asked not quite believing.

-Oh i merely highlighted the kind of men that were around you. I think she is approving of me being around you my lady as long i do not marry you.

-That would be a shame, wouldn't it? - you joked around. - I am glad you did not ask me for another dance. I believe in the next issue of Lady Whistledown, i would already be your betrothed. oh the scandal. - you chuckled to yourself, and he couldn't help but follow along.

-How are you this evening my lady? - he asked softly after some time.

-I have to say, i am grateful for your company. The men were absolutely insufferable. WHen you come of age, do you get a handbook of some sort? - he snorted at the question.

-No, not that i know of, why?

-I am quite certain they did. They all ask the same questions, and to mine they all give the same boring answers. I feel as if i am talking to machines, not people. Not to mention the amount of times they had stoped on my feet during dances.

His eyes widened, then he smiled down at you softly.

-These seems to be the very same problems i have with the young ladies. It seems as if i am only able to converse with you, and your dancing skills are certainly the best among the ladies.

You were thankful for the gentle light of the lantherns and the moondlight for the low light they provided, so he could not see the redness creeping up your neck, making it's way to your cheeks.

-I must say you are a wonderful dance partner as well my lord. - you said to him. - it is quite pleasant to know that someone out there is keeping my intentions in mind, without ulter motives. Your sisters are quite lucky. - you admitted.

-Would you think the ton forgot that we had already danced tonight? - he asked of you, looking towards the ballroom.

-I believe most of them did my lord. - you answered, silently yearning for another dance with him. If dances and walks were all you're ever gonna get, then you'll cherish them all the more.

-Then would you honour me with the last the my lady?

-Certainly my lord. - you blushed as you took his outstretched hand. WHen you went back inside your mother joined Lady Violet and Benedict. Eloise was on the dancefloor with their brother Colin.

-Is that Lady (Y/n) and Anthony? - asked Benedict.

-For the second time tonight i believe. - smirked Lady Violet to your mother.

The world seems to stop as you danced. Suddenly there were noone else around you except for the musicians, as you gazed into eachother's eyes with soft smiles. The steps came to both of you as he lef you effortlessly through the dancefloor. As if this dance was all you ever knew. His hand on your waist, yours on his shoulder, his scent enveloping you as yours him. You knew there was no going back, but also knew you had to distance yourself after this dance, cause letting this develop further would only cause you pain and heartbreak.

When the dance ended you curstyed and abruptly left. Your first instinct was to find Eloise and ran to the gardens, so that's what you did.

-WHat happened? DId he say something? - she asked worried.

-No he was the perfect gentleman... i just.. i needed to get out of there.

-You can tell me you know.. - she hugged you.

-There is nothing to tell El. We seem to enjoy this time together. But that is all that's ever going to be, it is all that there ever could be. I shall quit it while i am ahead. Perhaps i could still find an eligible man to marry. More... more on my family's level. - you confessed.

So when your father recieved an invitation to a picnic from the Bridgertons, you acted as if you hurt your leg while riding your horse, just so you could stay home, while your parents went.

Anthony and Eloise looked at eachother. Anthony with sadness and a slight disappointment, while Eloise looked at him with pure anger. When he asked her what was the matter as they were promenading, leaving their mother behind Eloise couldn't keep silent anymore.

-You are the reason she did not came.

-Do not speak nonsense sister.. I believe her father told us that she hurt her ankle while riding a horse. - he stated.

-You cannot see it can you. You danced with her twice on one ball. Gossip will follow. You are walking with her, complementing her, shooing her suitors whom you do not deem acceptable, all while you both know that even if you'd really have the intention to marry, you would never choose her, cause her title is way lower than yours. - she cried - and now i have lost my best friend cause of you. - then she ran inside the house. Your parents and Lady Violet looking after her, then at Anthony questioningly. Two weeks later, as you had not attended any social outings, your parents decided to invite the Bridgertons over for dinner. You had been sat beside Eloise, Anthony in front of you.

Eloise and you fell into a conversation as you felt Anthony's yes boring into you. When it became too much you stood up abruptly, excusing yourself, the cause: sudden headache. Eloise noticed her brother all but pouting at you., so she kicked him under the table. After dinner everyone went out to the gardens to enjoy the summer night's air. Anthony took the opportunity to find your room. Not entering, but knocking gently, hoping to talk to you.

And that is what you did. You conversed through the closed door.

-You should not be here my lord.

-How could i not when you've been avoiding me for weeks.

-You should be busy finding a wife my lord.

He sighed.

-I'll leave after you've told me the reason of your avoidance. - he asked quietly, pressing his palm to your door.

-I have to be honest with myself my lord. Although i enjoy our time together, i know completely well that nothing could come of it. I wish to not waste my time, or the possibility to develop feelings for someone of your kind.

-Of my kind? - he asked from the other side of the door.

-Of your social standing my lord. We both know this leads to knowhere. - he could hear the muted sniffles in your voice.

-If that is what you wish for my lady, i shall not bother you again. - he said, fighting his own tears, as he stormed out, to join the rest of his family. You walked to the window, looking out on the guests and your family, happy, not guessing a single thing of your apparent heartbreak. As undeveloped it was, it hurt all the same.

Dearest readers...

It has come to my attention that a certain vicount only danced with a certain lady in the last ball... let alone, they had danced twice. If that does not scream scandal to you, then this author does not know what will... Especially since Lady (Y/n) was not seen on any social gatherings since then. The reason seems to be an injury, however this author suspects that it is more of a heartbreak. Perhaps the lady came to her senses and finally saw that with her social standing, a vicount, especially one that is a known rake would only want one thing from her? Momentarily fun?

Lady Whistledown

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton imagine

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zozo-01 · 2 years

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D.A.M.N polycule ice skating AU

Freelancer: finger skater

Damien: their partner, whose really admint about gettin the routine right for nationals

Lasko: someone who used to fingerskate but now manages Damien and Freelancer

Gavin: flirty bystander

Huxley: hockey player

(And kody, fls old partner that used to creep on them alot when they had to get close)

(sorry this took a while to get to but i wanted to give this a proper answer)

*slams credit card* FUCK YES GIMME GIMME

fl and damien being the redactedverse version of tessa virtue and scott moir because I love those two!!! LIKE IMAGINE DAMIEN AND FL DOING THE MOULIN ROUGE PERFORMANCE???? TOP TIER SHIT AND I LOVE ITTTTT

lasko would record everything because damien is sooooo picky and needs to pick out any imperfections in his performance

gavin yelling out all these flirty remarks from the sidelines because its funny to see the two loose their composure on the ice (especiallyyyy damien's reactions)

huxley, damien and fl working out together and training together as well >>>> like damien sprains an ankle so hux has to carry him off the iceeeee

#plzzzzz #send me winter theme redacted hcsss #i live for thisss #this is zo speaking #zo answerin asks <3 #redacted damn polycule #redacted asmr

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mad-madam-m · 2 years

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T&B2 Thoughts: Episode 13 – Constant dropping wears away a stone.

This one is mostly incoherent screeching and me waving screenshots in your faces; I apologize in advance.

- Aaaaaand dammit, they're giving me feelings about the twins again and their weird little family.

- Look. Look. I am a sucker for violent, chaotic characters who 1) enjoy the violence just for shits and giggles and 2) also have someone they care truly and deeply about (e.g., Spike from Buffy, anyone??). And Fugan and Mugan very much fit that profile.

- So Ouroboros wants the world to fear NEXT. But why?

- LORD seeing Barnaby just go fucking ballistic on Fugan gave me chills. And then you have Kotetsu speaking up when the rookies want to stop him, because he trusts that Barnaby has a plan. Because Barnaby always has a plan, always knows what he’s doing, even if it doesn’t look like it to an outside observer. And Kotetsu knows that now.

- And here we are, finally back to the first scene of the season.

- I think this is actually a hint that Barnaby did have a plan and wasn’t just going batshit because Kotetsu was hurt: his power is still active when he lets out his final attack. In order to test his hypothesis, he needed to attack Fugan a lot with the Hundred Power, but he needed to make sure he had enough time left to survive the attack Fugan would hit him with. And he hits that balance, which tells me he was very aware of what he was doing.

- And Barnaby's sacrifice pays off. Fugan’s arms are broken, and they know his weakness: with the way the drug boosted his NEXT abilities, his body literally can’t hold up under the amount of power he absorbs. It’s going to tear him apart.

- And even as hurt as Fugan is, he's afraid to stop here—not for himself, but because Ouroboros could hurt Brahe. We see that they're stuck between a rock and a hard place, too.

- NO SHIT WHO COULD POSSIBLY HAVE FORESEEN THIS TURN OF EVENTS

- If we see Rosicky bite it in the next cour, I will not be terribly upset.

- Fuuuuuuck now that Barnaby and Kotetsu are basically out of commission, we’re down to just the kids.

- And we have Black and Cat working together to protect Thomas because he's the only one with a strong attack. They really are trying, but there’s so little they can do against Fugan and Mugan.

- YEAH LARA'S MOM YOU SEE WHAT THE HERO JOB REALLY IS

- I admint, I was viciously pleased to see her so horrified. I’m not proud of it.

- It does make me wonder if she’ll change her tune in the second half of the season, and try to stop Cat from being a hero, or if she’ll double down that much harder.

- Jeez Barnaby and Kotetsu are in rough, rough shape. And the fight’s not over!

- I knew, I knew that whatever was inside Kid’s charm would be something like this, and I was absolutely not disappointed with the reveal. The drawing is so cute, my heart.

- And it’s her partner’s faith in her that gives Cat the courage to stand up and stop the twins.

- OH LOOK I'VE BEEN IMPALED

- Relatedly, boy Cat is gonna have some PTSD from this.

- I’m fine I’M FINE I’M FINE

- Okay but the way it looks like Fugan is right, that Thomas is using Kotetsu to protect himself, keeping Fugan from attacking...and then the realization hits that Kotetsu is holding himself up, and Thomas is holding Barnaby.

- Three minutes ago Kotetsu could barely stand, but clearly he’s summoned his “I need to hold up my boyfriend” powers from the depths of his soul.

- I love that they try to get Fugan and Mugan medical help *sobs*

- And it’s Kotetsu and Barnaby together explaining how they figured out Fugan couldn’t absorb his own attacks. Even when they were lying there broken and bleeding, they were still paying attention. And it’s a reminder that Kotetsu, as goofy and reckless as he can be, is still very observant; they both are. It’s another reason they’re perfect partners.

- I’m not crying it’s just raining on my face.

- That's how they were petrifying the heroes: Brahe’s NEXT ability. And it only lasts as long as he keeps one hand in a fist, and he let it go so that he could hold his sons before he dies. And it’s for no other reason than he wants to hold his sons. I'm fine.

- I don't see how it could've ended any other way for them, but damn I kinda wanted the heroes to end up with the very chaotic murder twins as weird "violence is our first resort!" cousins. That would’ve been hilarious.

- Mr. and Mrs. Lyle getting a brand-new son-in-law. I’m sure they won’t object.

- KID’S FACE when she realizes Cat saw the silly drawing. Genuinely horrified, never expected that to see the light of day. I can’t even. XD

- I love all the hero partners so much, they’re all so wonderful.

- My thoughts exactly, Kotetsu.

- HOW ABOUT TONIGHT

- LET'S HAVE OUR DATE TONIGHT

- LET'S HAVE A TOAST WITH OUR IVS

- AND THE SEASON ENDS WITH THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER FONDLY AND LAUGHING TOGETHER I'M STILL GOING FUCKING FERAL OVER THIS, MONTHS LATER.

- BARNABY IS LAUGHING. BARNABY. LAUGHING. WITH KOTETSU. BECAUSE OF KOTETSU. GOD.

- THEY FINALLY GOT THEIR FUCKING DATE IN A WAY I ABSOLUTELY DIDN’T EXPECT BUT YET IT’S STILL KIND OF PERFECT.

- And Gregory Sunshine disappears into Stern Bild with a case of the drug that enhances NEXT powers, with a look that says “I’m going to cause problems on purpose.”

Y’all honestly, I was trying so hard to keep my expectations at a minimum with this new season, and the series absolutely blew past them. I got everything I wanted and then some, and I can’t wait to see what cour 2 will bring.

I love this fuckin’ show.

#Tiger & Bunny #Tiger and Bunny #Tiger & Bunny 2 #M watches TNB #M writes meta #M rambles

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