#and ill jsut put it down for a bit

[moonchildstyles]

oh we’re talking about aster having quickies okay

i haven’t read the new blurb yet but i already know it’s gonna be incredible… but… i don’t see aster as the type to have quickies in like semi-private spaces, like in his office (even though… that kinda happened) or in his car, and if it did i think there’d be a reason but idk what that would be

BUT i definitely see them having quickies pretty much anywhere around their new house, especially when they’re still pretty new to living there- like taking her over the kitchen counter because she came out of their room a little later in the morning than he did and he’s about to make breakfast but she changed out of his shirt into something silky and pretty just to lounge in and he cant help it because… that’s the love of his life walking around with her legs and a little bit of her tummy showing; or on the sofa while they’re watching a random film and he’s got his head resting on her stomach and when he gets bored he starts pushing up her shirt and kissing down her thighs and eventually the film is loooong forgotten, and i see it being pretty late and it’s the weekend and neither of them work the next day so they curl up with the blanket on the back of the sofa and doze off there, and usually he’s so adamant on taking her to bed but something about just having the house to themselves forever now and being able to sleep naked on the sofa is enough to have him falling asleep with his head tucked into the back of her neck and ill literally cry - 🍓

no the idea of him taking her over the kitchen counter is literally going to make my brain leak out of my ears like are you KIDDING!!!!!!!!!! bc I can so see that like including even the bathroom counter or something too like he just sees her looking so pretty in his clothes or something pretty liek you said and hes gotta get to work soon so he cant take care of her like usual but its def still worth it to them for him to take her shorts down or put her panties to the side and bend her over and just fuck her super quick kissing the back of her neck and holding her around her waist and just letting her make all the noise she wants in their empty house together like that is SOOOOOOOOO real to me and then like the idea of him jsut like fixing his hair and everything and then he just goes to work like that evil.........or even the movie idea I love that so bad :((( like idk why I think its so cute but like why if they had little living room sleepovers sometimes like esp when they first move in and everything and they spend the night out there w blankets and snacks like a real sleep over and they cant just....fuck there before dinner and like idk im getting so off topic I just love this bad truly

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept #🍓 anon

[thebrightestlodge]

@nishihii Saw your tags (thank you SO much for the commentary!)

I have ....MANY DISJOINTED THOUGHTS on them ...considering there is absolutely nothing beyond Amelia's cutscene and suggestions based on Henriett's locations. I am going to be nice and put it under a read more so apologies for rambling. I'm the person who made that one flayed BSB in Old Yharnam my own OC at this point.

Thots on "Violently Ill and Tragically Catholic" and "Emotionally Distant Through Distrust of Anyone That's Not Her Person" (this jsut rambles into a chunk and I apologize as I realize this right after sdfgfgdg)

I mean, Amelia has three details, she's a Vicar left behind, she's clutching a pendant in the Grand Cathedral, and she's bowed and praying in front of Laurence's Skull. That's ...about it. So a lot of this is jsut my brain going "This is my interpretation to the point of 'my city now' "

Unknown what sort of special thing Amelia has to her, maybe it's a secret that never spreads to anyone beyond the upper echelons of the church, but she is chosen and groomed to serve as a high ranking member of the church. Sickly and paranoid and seemingly on the edge of a breakdown constantly, thinking gods are judging every move. Her illness came before the church, and people jsut deal with it coldly, but she's used ot it at this point. Not to say she is inept or withheld, she definitely has earned a place, her faith and her intelligence holding her up to the title of Vicar. She comes into the title in her early 20s, I like to imagine after the Halmet, so she knew Laurence before and after the descent to madness. Not any relation but she's being set up to take over whenever Laurence steps down/is indisposed/goes crazy goes stupid, so there's a decent connection. A soft intelligent man who wants to help slowly getting more frenzied and wild discovering what lays beyond blood and fluid, and the part unattached to the church wants her to leave, but her faith shackles her. As Vicars begin to disappear and beasts fill their halls, Amelia is slowly becoming more panicked and paranoid of her eventual hour of beasthood. Constantly check her mirrors and asking others to see if her pupils have started blistering, if her blood is now different, if the smoke is driving her away more than usual. She's never left the Ward so knows nothing of the world beyond who comes to prayers and what Henriett tells her as Amelia settles into another dreamless sleep ...

Henriett has even LESS lore, but a couple things I find interesting. She's the main and ONLY summon for Amelia, but she is an optional boss for Ludwig (and I've heard Laurence but can't get info for this bit). She also wields a Kirkhammer, a known church weapon, a repeating pistol, and torch

With the Ludwig and Kirkhammer, I always imagine Henriett as a former Tomb Prospecter, (the only other prospector we meet is Olek, who also uses the Kirkhammer, repeating pistol, and torch). She for some reason decides to cease descending into the dungeons, even if the great Church Hunter Ludwig insists on invites, seeing her as skilled at what she does. With her being a Church Beast summon, perhaps she's like Djura and discovers the true secrets of the church, and decides not to be involved in their schemes. The Hunters have no secrets, they're jsut former gilded heretics who wander in the honesty of their brutality. Somehow she's formed this very very close connection to the Vicar Amelia. For some reason, she sees it as her task to tend to Amelia, making sure she's comfortable and cared for, and able to handle herself when Henriett is not around. Perhaps her secret knowledge of the blood means she knows why Amelia fears beasthood. She and her friend have their contingency plan. It is spoken of as intimately as one shares a secret to a lover, but no one quite knows their association with one another, no one can tell if this is an inappropriate church connection.

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Amelia is alone when we fight her Henriett only a few blocks away. Perhaps she wants her last human memory to be when she and Henriett were close, and not her seeing claws grow from her finger beds and her friend swinging stone to break her apart. She asks Henriett to leave and only come back when the blood breaks. Henriett thinks much the same. The new Hunter invites her to duel with a beast in the Cathedral, the floors are cold and cruel and Henriett remembers when she used to warn Amelia about walking across them barefoot and catching an illness.

Ludwig is an afterthought. A man she respected, she's here to give him the dignity he deserves. She wants him to see what a church hunter has become, someone who can carry a task for others. She performs it well and even if he sees the Hunter isn't part of them, she is the one to tell him (be it truth or lie) that his dear spartans have always fought for their honour. She doesn't know The Harrowed but she respects him enough to leave him with the beast's head

(if the Laurence summon is true (I've never found her summon)), She's there for her own fury. Her closest confidante, the closest she's ever been to a person. She had to kill her with the kindest mercy one can bestow on a Hunt. Laurence birthed monsters, Laurence made her friend a slave to a cult born from amniotic anguish of an underworld. Henriett's kindness is going to make this murder as cruel as she feels it needs to be. She finds a bed in the Hunter Gaol afterwards and takes the first rest she has in years. When Henriett wakes up, she'll decide to bury Amelia's amulet in the Upper Ward.

#bborne #my writing #vicar amelia #old hunter henriett #do I put this in the main tag? We will see

[arrowsinmyskull]

waiting :) (WORD VOMIT TIME)

the somewhat hornier parts were inspired by ayesha erotica because yeah

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yandere ! childhood best friend (with benefits) x gn ! reader

tw: shitty writing and atrocious english grammar

a/n;; i’m lazy to put this in a proper format i jsut wanna PUKE PARAGRAPHS. yEAH.

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hi i know this is like basic but these songs really do resonate w the situation rn and like… idk. your bsf is haunted by their jealousy every time you end up with someone rhat isn’t them lmfao

the twinge of jealousy lingers in their gut when you look so dreamy when talking about ur new crush

“this is your FOURTH LOVE INTEREST this month” (this is meant to be lighthearted teasing about how easily u fell in love again but it’s also a bit of a poke because you keep loving people left and right even tho ur bestie is RIGHT HERE.)

they’ve always loved you and they keep waiting. and waiting. and waiting. but the chance to love you like you deserve has never arrived :’(

it hurts so much, fornicating with you and worshipping your bare skin with the thought in mind that.. you two are just keeping it casual. you’re still into someone else. you’re not doing this because you love them, no, it’s just that you both needed to let off some steam.

…is that really it? they keep counting down the days until you finally admit that you’re not fucking them with shallow motives.

they want to hear your declaration of love, to hear you gushing about your love interest, where they’re the object of your affection at last, instead of anyone else.

like, seriously. when will you choose them over everyone else? did anyone ever love you like they did? has anyone ever treated you the way they have? do your other partners look at you so fondly, eyes watery and brimming with admiration of your beauty, just like they always have? is your actual lover the one that makes you cum all over the sheets whenever you feel stressed?

...oh, right. it's your best friend doing all the work. but no matter how much effort they put in, you never looked in their direction with that same fucking smile you showed to your fleeting romantic interests.

they just wished they weren't second best anymore. they can't settle for silver medals. it has been years of pining, but it only takes a month or two for a stranger to win you over.

ok that's all fine and dandy BUT what if u feel the same ????

so so like um i think that they would be like super super fucking stoked like all their efforts paid off which. honestly thank whatever supreme being may or may not be there because THEY WORKED THEIR ASS OFF FOR U

their idea of a celebration as soon as y'all hit it off would be like major cliches similar to movie endings

running off to a secluded place to have your homie latch their legs onto your waist then have a wholesome little kiss and cue the nonexistent fanfare

no matter how basic it sounds they would want nothing more than a wholehearted embrace and kiss in the middle of a clearing while the setting sun illuminates your pretty face <3

well honestly regardless of how much they want that shit they'd probably ignore their wishes and do whatever YOU want to do like on an occasion like this they want to focus on your happiness instead of asking you to follow through with their desires if it's different from your idea of a pleasant evening together

so this part is actually up to personal interpretation lmfao ill just follow requests n shi

sorry this is short as fuck i gave up midway hdebdhg

#[ciaran chats] #yandere #so silly #yandere oc #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #yancore #yandere oc x reader

[enden-k]

Hi Youn! I've got a quick question about your art process, I hope that's okay!

When you're working on a piece or have an idea for a piece, do you put everything that you think will be in the scene down before working on a sketch? Or is it more along the lines of like, the idea forms more the more you work on it? Also, do you draw something every day?

I'm sorry if that's a lot to ask, I'm trying to get back on my art journey and am just a little curious on how others keep up with theirs!

ofc its ok! no worries

depends on what im gonna work on actually. when its smth lengthy like my omegaverse au comic, i do write a script at first whats gonna happen in specific parts and when i have some scenes clearly in mind i sketch them out real quick so i dont forget the exact angles or postures etc. so usually all is planned out

when i draw small things i dont write things down and it often happens that an idea i had suddenly evolves into more as i get more ideas while i sketch or when i jsut finished smth.

rn i draw smth every day, almost all day. i wouldnt take this as goal or compare that tho bc my productivity is a bit different than others i guess, its heavily influenced/linked with my mental illness (e.g. when im manic i draw several things with same quality or more work than i usual put into at once, all day everyday whenever i can without eating or sleeping enough. WHICH IS NOT GOOD, sleep etc is important. no one take inspiration or smth from that pls !!!)

so you shouldnt aim to draw smth everyday, draw whenever you feel like it without pressure and with enough breaks ! i hope you will find back to your art journey!

#reply

[cl00udyyanan]

Heyy! I just saw your work and fell in love with it! Especially the last ask (the one with scaramouche)

Can I have the same thing but Virgo x Wanderer or Xiao? Thank you very much!!

Also! Remember to drink water!

another scara and xiao ask,, ill do both since i have time :)

aries and virgo

okay,, xiao. this is gonna be a weird one. basically, your relationship can go two of ways, it can be so gorgeous, just true real love. or it can be hell. you both have to understand eachother, which i beleive you two can do. xiao is an aries, which means once you get through his high walls, he loves you so hard and passionatly, in his own quiet way. he emmits a strong energy being an adeptes and sorts, it comes off on you whihc may make you feel some type of way. usually a good away. you two are great partners, you make the plans and ideas, wherest xiao goes out into the battle for you, brains and brawns. you two trust eachother so well, xiao believes in honor. honor for the people he cares for, especailly you. virgos are known to be loyal and faithful, its a perfect match.

wrong,, sadly this relationship has more downs than ups. you two fight alot, basically piss eachother off all the time. when xiao gets mad, hes so impulsive, he'd never do anything to hurt you, but his voice holds no bounds. you on the other head lowkey kinda xrazy when you're mad. its just not good when put together. you two don't have the qualities to bring one another up, you two do not have good emotional balance at all. you probably don't have many emotions, and xiao has too many and cant handle them well. you to just bud heads so much that you two repell eachother.

in the end, its better for both of you two not be together. it will bring you all down honestly, i know thats not much you'd want to hear but its how it goes.

compatibilty: 35

capricorn and virgo

now with scara,, first of all, you two trust eachother with your lives. you two have nothing to hide from one another and theres no worry. scara will give you what you need to be a better person (in his own weird way ofc) you both have a very complex mind, you two can talk about the most boring things but they'll be so fun to the both of yall. its cute? little scuffles can be resolved so easily. you two are able to help eachother with your emotions, that is you can come to evolve and build them up together. you two can learn anything together. you both value the peace in your relationship, its not enough to cause chaos but its jsut enough to keep things together.

i really cant think of many cons. the only thing i think could be wrong is that your relationship could be a bit boring, so try to spice things up in a good way.

in the end, this is a nice relationship. your perfect match really

compatibilty: 80

#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #scara x gn reader #scara #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche fluff #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche #xiao #xiao scenarios #xiao headcanons #xiao angst #xiao x gn reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao fluff #xiao x you

[moonys-love]

i know this is abrupt and wild but GENLOSS?? I NEED TO TALK ABT THIS

CW GENLOSS SPOILERS, MENTIONS OF DEATH, BIG INFODUMP TIME (most if not all of this is without proper spelling or grammar, and in caps :)

(for the ppl who followed me for wh content IM SORRY VERY SORRY IVE BEEN SICK AND OVERWORKED IM GOIJGNTO WORK ON IT SOON) (ALSO ILL PROBAVLY MAYBE WEITE GENLOSS STUFF??)

FIRST OFF, LOVED THE EPISODES

the acting was amazing, especially ranboos seeing as in the first episode they literally got injured bc of a wire, AND THE FINAL SCENE?? had me crying bro i did not expect my streamer to be begging for death!! nikis crying in episode two was also MARVELOUS

ALSO HE HAD A CHANCE TO LIVE WHEN I FOUND OUT (the behind the scenes gl account said that there was an actual live option!) GUT ABSOLUTELY WRENCHING (like patient charlie!! too soon?)

WHEN THE VOTE ENEED AND THE BOX CLOSED, THEY SIDNT DIE IMMEDIATELY. YOU CAN SEE THEM FUCKING TWITCH JUST A BIT AND SECONDS LATER THEY GO LIMP

seeing him crying for us to let him live, then to let him die, and the pure fucking emotions you can hear in their voice AND THAT YOU CAN SEE

the point in episode two when sneeg FIGURED OUT WHAG WAS HAPPENEINF AND ALMOST ESCAPED JSUT TO BECOME PART OF THR MACHINE MY JAW WAS ON. THE. FLOOR. AND WHEN NIKI DIED? THEN VINNY(??) DIED?? THEN IT WAS ETHAN (i believe that was the first blood that’s wasn’t a “glitch”!! AND ENDING IT WITH SNEEG AND AUSTIN GETTING CRUSHED

I DID NOT TRUST THE HUTCH GUY (?? the hacker dude??) THE WAY THEY REFUSED TO LET RANBOO JUST ESCAPE AND THEN WAS ALL LIKE “oh they’re safe!! yeah the weird spaghetti ennard wire monster that is actively trying to get you won’t!! and neither will the security “people” who are just standing there!! why are you shutting the door you’re fine!!” PLUS THEY REFUSED TO ANSWER ANY OF RANBOOS WUESTIONS ABT STUFF LIKE HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN HERE YADADA

RANBOO WAS TAPPING SOS IN BOTH EPISODE ONE AND TWO (AT LEAST ONCE FROM WHAT IVE SEEN)

IN EPISODE 1 WHEN HE WAS LAYING DOWN ON THE COUCH (i believe from intermission?) THEY WERE TAPPING IT ON THE SIDE OF THE COUCH

ALSO, IN EPISODE 2 IN THE FASHION ROOM WHEN I THINK THEY WERE TURNED AROUND FOR THE SECOND TIME, HES STANDING NEXT TO ETHAN NAD THEYRE ZONING OUT TAPPING IT, THEN THEIR HAND STOPS HIM. ???

i truly believe that the bow from the exit to reveal (whom we thought was dead) hutch was cinematic. absolutely disgusting to know that i was right abt my feeling abt them, but it was still a great twist.

I HAVE NOT TALKED MUCH ABT EPISODE ONE OH

the painting? that’s in charlies room?? he’s able to put his fingers together, unlike the demon charlie earlier when ranboo was making food. my thought was that it was charlie before he got turned into the slime demon, but now idk what to make of it

CHARLIE WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGSTTI!!

I LOVE THAT DEMON CHARLIE WAS STILL ALIVE IN THE RAG THE ENTIRE TIME HE JUST DIDNT SAY A WORD

ALSORHAY IT WAS SPECIFICALLY CHRISTIAN HELL

WHENEVER RANBOO BROKE THE FOURTH WALL I WOULD JS STARE AT HIM ONCE I WAVED I WAS JS LIKE “hello!! i am not trying to murder you!!”

ALSO THIS ONE IMAGE FROM THE TEASER STUFF

LOOK FAMILIAR??

AFTER I WATCHED IT I LOOKED AT THIS SCENE AND WAS JUST LIKE "this is very familiar. OH WAIT-"

THERES NOT MUCH ELSE FOR ME TO SAY (if there is i’ll make another post :) EXECPT FOR RANBOO

IF YOU ARE IN FACT, READING THIS (if so, hello :) but also) SCREW YOU /j AND THANK YOU FOR CREATING THIS MASTERPIECE I CANNOT WAIT FOR MORE ABT GENLOSS (i can guarantee you it’s becoming a new hyperfixstion ppls help me)

anyways i have no more slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime-

#SORRY PEOPLE WHO WERE NOT EXPECTING THIS POST #GENLOSS WAS SO FUNKY #THE BRAINROT IS REAL #RANBOO I WOULD TAG YOU (probably not) IF I HAD THE BALLS #WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SO SAD THOUGH #ranboo my good sir just one word #what. #so no head? /j #genlosers #gl #genloss #generation loss #ranboo #ranboolive #gl!sneeg #sneeg #sneegsnag #gl!slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #slmccl #gl!ethan #ethan nestor #gl!niki #niki nihachu

[klonoadoortophantomile]

i have this issue where like. i feel like my art is weird. not even like weird in an intentional kinda way  or a ‘cringe’ way or whatever judt sometimes i feel like its weird. doesnt quite translate whatever my ideas were or even make much sense to anyone that isnt me. i feel like i spend. so much time like. isolated from other people  and ill just be making art and coming up with ideas in this weird feedback loop with my brain that it just keeps getting distorted from what the idea originated from and starts only making sense to me. and i have no clue if any of what im saying even makes sense or is even true its just something i think about a lot and kinda? worry abt sometimes too? i feel like this kinda stems back from . okay so i have this massive bin in my room where i tend to put old sketchbooks and stuff in and this goes all the way back to when i first started really grtting into art as a hobby, and i like judt sitting down for a few hours sometimes and looking thru a bunch of shit in there. but sometimes i come across stuff from where i was drawing in one particular style for a while anf it was just startingn to like… become more and more distorted? this ties into a whole other side tangent i could go on abt but basically i have this problem with Art Styles where i feel like i have to follow certain rules and criteria with the stylization blah blah blah anyways so my original point js that after id been sticking with a certain way of stylizing thinggs for long enough it starts to become more exaggerated, and slowly ljke unrecognizable from whatever the fuck its supposed to represent or what it was originally supposed to look like. like uhh for a while i drew eyes in this very particular way where they were just little dashes. but sometimes id draw the dashed a bit closet than normally or kinda tilting towards each other and i though it looked cute so i kept doing this intentionally. until it would get to the point where in some drawings you couldnt even see the eyes. theyre judt one weird mark on the page. or sometimes i would have one eye a bit higher than the other and id keep doing that until theyre super misaligned. and this is jsut a really mundane example thrres others i feel whre like really bad looking back. like ‘how did anyone think this was even passable’ levels of bad.. and just. idk i have no clue where im going with this post its just this stuff has been bothering me for a while now and just. i dontknow. this isnt even entirely what im talking abt there weird patterns in my art constantly and its not in an interesting way its just. why do i do that. why is that Like That. and like this isnt somethingi should worry about so much but again i just think abt it a lot!!!!

#did not mean for this to get so long.fitting i guess #sorry for this post btw i dont know what im doing it just feels nice to complain soemtimes i guess. #<- thats not even what im doing here what the fuck am i sayinggg #inquisitivewaltz.txt #long post #i dont even post most of my art online so like. the stuff i have up on here isnt even the tip of the iceberg of what im talking abt #although i do kinda get the feeling more strongly with things i DO post sometimes since people are actually looking at it.. #and i worry how people interpret every little detail... and then sometimes someone makes some stupid ass comment on something and its #abt a thing i never even considered and it just makes me feel even more shitty abt things and paranoid and this is kinda different thing #butlike whatever all this stuff correlates anyways

[apexart-journal]

Caitlin Hespe in NYC - Day 26

Slightly ill feeling, and it is raining, so farming feels a little out of reach.

But I will make it, just a bit late.

Havent really been putting down here all of the more vulnerable feels. Theyre brewing

Farming was lovely, and felt nice to be able to ‘say good-bye’ to some people, who remembered my name.

Came home exhausted and planned to jsut rest a little, ended up napping 2 hours. Went out walking around east village, to people watch and found a place to drink and read my book.

Kind of anxious about early morning tomorrow.

#Caitlin Hespe #Inbound from Sydney

[orphankin]

my friend hosted a bad fanfic drinking night so I wrote this specifically for that. please don't think this is genuine or that this is how I write. I will explode. anyway it's about Solas and the Herald of Andraste

Author bio:

Hi! :3 im the future best writier in America! I don say the world because of rr martin teehee. Heres a little something bive been workin on :) its about solas in high school! au. I don’t really know that much about him as a character but hes got like that dad teacher vibe goin on so I wanted to know what hed be like if he was son student instead! Here is is , my masterpiece

Soals: this isn’t my first day in high school, just so you now. Im actually in my third year, so ive prety much got this down pat. Every high school has its clicks. Weve got the mages and the red crystals that walk around. They’re scaryi on the football team. Weve got French club and the guildmaskers . hell theres even at emple just aross the way. But most importantly we have the herald of andy. Theyre sooooooo dreammy ~~~ every time thy walk pasty me int he hallway, I nearly FAITN . everyones had a hrush on them since forever but today is the day I make my move ,’;)

Salas: hey hot stuff hows it goin?

Hearld of andy: woah isn’t that a bit forward?

Solas: oh sorry itsj ust that youre on fire so I wanted mto make sure youre ok

Herald of andy: omg am i? -screams_ holy shit thanks for telling me im glad I put that out

Solas: yeah im glad youre safe! But maybe I should come over to ours later to make sure youre eally oka?

Herald of andy: um well imsupposed to have football practice after school

Soals: yeah but like youre prefect so I mean. Do you really need to practice?

Herald of any: oh I guess youre right@ ill meet you atmy place then/

Saolas: hell yah babey cant wait! *kissy fasce*

~~~

Back at their palce

Solas: omg your castle si sooo nice thanks for having me over

Herals of andy: yeah no problem

Soals: so let me check on that wound, hot stuff

Herald of andy: oh yeah! -removes jacket-

Soals: so youre just a litle singed on the jacken here but I need ot see yhour skin so make sure

Herald of andy: oh~ okay -blushes- -takes off shirt-

Solas: wow youre so warm. Maybef rom the burn

Sherald of andy: and youre like greally cold _gassps- at finger touches fromc old

Solas: if only I had someone who caould wrap something around me to be less cold -shivers-

Herald of andy: I mean my cloths are right there..

Solas: hee hee oh ya ok thanks! -peace sign fingers-I don’t know actually if this isenough im relaly cold -shivers but pretend this time-

Herald of andy: oh I mean I guess I can get closer . for the inspection too right?

Solas: omg yasss pelase do -puppy dog eyes-

Herald of andy: -puts check on bald tattood head_ actually this is really nice maybe? Do you tihnk?

Solas: yes omg I feel like im everything you need, do you tink? – casts spell-

Herald of andy: woah ! what speell dod you jsut cast?

Solas: oh uh iltll help you on the test omorrow! Tee hee

Herald of andy: oh I guess that s liek really cind of you actually omg thank you I was worred taht I wasn’t conna do well tomororow

Solas: well ic an help you sudy too your hormwork if you dlike?

Herald of andy: oh sure! Its in m room tho, I don’t know if that’s like weird or anything

Solas: -blushes- blushes ahah no its okay! Im already in your cloths so like whatver you know?

Herald of andy:hee hee -picks up solas and takes in to room- alryugiht! Heres it is. Do you oike?

Solas: omg its so spaceous, and what  a big bed you have!

Herald of andy: omg are you like a wolf or something? Aha grandma jokes

Solas: -bluishes- I mean I am wearing your clothes

Herald of andy: well we should fix that then shouldn’t we

-both start takin goff each others cloths and panting real hard-

Hearld of andy: are you sure you didn’t cast like a horny hot dog spell on me?

Solas: if I did, do you mind now?

Hardl of andy: oh I guess not, I just really need you inside me rn

o.O fade to black yuckkos!!!!!

~~~

Next day at wcool:

Solas; hey! Herald of andy! Omg last nigthw as so fun

Herald of andy: -is with friend group- um who are you?

Solas: we uh -whispers- did the nasty last night?

Herald of andy: uh I don’t remember anything about yesterday. Im gonna go now

Solas: shit! I think I made that spell too strong, they don’t remember antyhing abotu yesterday. But our special night! I guess ill just hve to di t again

_finds herald of andy in the lucnh room-

Solas: so uh youre one fire

Herald of andy: no I don’t think I am

Solas: -casts a spell- no like you are

Hearld of handy: um why is my jacket so cold

Solas: -shiti wrong seplle!- uh I mean I could wamr that oup for you if youd let me wear it later tonight -wink-

Hearld of andy: sorry I have tennis practice

Solas: aren’t you the best tho?

Hearld of andy: not in tennis! Only if football

Solas: well ahwat if we played frotball instead?

Herald of andy: um that sounds gross I coulld never play frottball with you

Solas: we’ll see baout that – winks-

-later at tennis court-

Solas: wow! Look at hour strong they are! I wish I woas that ball – blushes- oh their strong arms could do som uch to me! -cheers herald of andy on- whoo hoo go yeah!hit that thang!

-after rpacetice-

Herald of andy: wow it was actually so nice taht you came to practice omg thank you, no one else cheers for me even tho iave got a lof of friends

Solas: ill always be there for you bb

Herald of andy: hey do you cthink you can warm of me jacket for me?

Solas: oh totally! -grans hold tightly-

Hearld of andy: oh haha I meant back at my ;ace ;p

Solas: -blushes- ok~~

-at hearsld of andy house again-

Heralds of adny: -picks up solas- ive got you now bitch.

Salas: is chocking- whats the fuck?

Hewarld of andy: I asked me frinds what happened yesterfday and they said that I skipped football practice for some tiny little eplf dweeb. What did yo u do to me! Why cant I remember?

Solas: we sahred a really spaceal ngith together ok? You really enjoyed yoruself and said youy wanted more!

Herald of andy: then why don’t I remember it! Why would you make me forget it! No you’ve got too fair! -atatacks-

Soals: woah… the full puwer of the herald! – cums-

Herarld of andy: oh my maker fucki! Tahts groosss!!

Solas: are you sure you don want to play frotball? Now?

Fade to black~~~

 ~~~

Beginin=g of sendior year

Salas: hey herald of andy..

Herald of andy: what do you could passibly want?

Solas: I juwast wanting to tell you that

Herald of andy: I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT -they said while being loud-

Solas: -says while bing quite- im pregnant..

Herald of andy: what?? That’s not how frotoball works you can t be pregsnat

Solas: well I just am ok??? And……………………………… I miss you

Herald of adny: I don’t think that s my problem actually

Solas: - starts crying-

Andy: herald, what are you doing?

Herald of andy: andy?????? I thought your voice went out and that’s why you sent me to high school cause you couldn’t talk cause you’re voice went out??

Andy: thatw as last year herald but im back now and you better talke care of that kid in solass belly

Herald of andy: again tahtws not how frottdogging works like he cannot be pregnant. He just cannot be anywhere close tot hat state of mind of or body like don’t test me or ill sotp being your hearld

Andy: well I don’t need you anywmore anwyay cause my voice went back in babey so you know what im gonna do? Im gonna be the pasrent you referuse to be. Come to me solas

Solas: yes daddy 0runs into arms crying-

Andy: me and my boy girlfriend soals are gonna take a trip to Canada for our honeymoon and youre NOT INVITED

Herald of andy: well im gonna go marry football nd YOURE NOT INVITED

Andy: well were gonna play frotball and its bonna be so much better than you gould ever

Herald of andy: ew in front of the child? Ew

Solas: its not like theyre here yet!!! Stfu byu the maker fuck

Herald of andy: -is making out with a football-

Andy: -grabs solas and burst thoruight the ceiling flying away to quebic-

Football: -cries, is incomfortbale-

#dai #mine

[lepidopterann]

More stuff for my Connors:

The one singular thing I shall take from Shed (and then discard that arc immediately) is how the Lizard talks and how it almost seems like an intrusive thought at first. For example, my Connors will just be taking care of the lab rats and the Lozard will just be like "eat it" and Curt (assuming hes had a non stressful day and isnt being influenced by the Lizard) will immediately put the lil guy back in his cage and back away. If hes had a strssful day or the Lizard is working it's way in his mind, well... we may need another rat and a bit of clean up.

..okay that was a long one- ANYWAY for something a bit lighter: he gets ugly Christmas sweaters all the time, and he will shamelessly wear them in public. He has one (which I saw once in a store and my mom almost got as a joke for my bro) which has a raptor on it, which he got from Peter and he wears a lot.

He also has a scarf, a nice red one with tassels, from May Parker, since she knew that he and Petey were friends n all. He wears this all the time when its even a little bit chilly, and even when it isnt

This mans is touchstarved and if you were to say, play with his hair or just casually touch his face ? You now have a slightly clingy lizard man, sorry I dont make the rules... i do when it comes to this actually-

Hsikdjdk he might occasionally stick his tongue out like how lizards do, and sometimes it happens when hes close to someone else.. he might accidentally lick someone and then go hide under his bed from mortification

#akkskdkddjdj I LOVE #hhh the intrusive thoughts one is both kinda based on Shed #but also sometimes when im doing dishes ill be cleaning knives and get intrusive thoughts about stabbing my hands #and ill jsut put it down for a bit #im good tho dont worry #anywho this is about CONNORS not ME #i find that some adaptations of Connors are kinda... bland? so i just have decided No Were Not Doing That Anymore #....is it bad that my fav adaptation of him all time is from...... the amazing spiderman game specifically- #the game mind you #not the movie #i hate the design for the lizard but? #the game vers of him is pretty feral (him spending a credit card he found until it didnt work ; going through the sewers and fine with it) #etc. #i just liked HE #anyway #curt connors #curtis Connors #marvel

[lolita-lollipop]

Hey there you said you needed an idea for Kirishima fluff. So maybe you can do a scenario of him (force) cuddling his darling. Romantic maybe if you want I am fine with platonic too. Where the Darling is just pouting but is still letting him cuddle them ( like the one fic where you did where mic and Aizawa treated you like a little baby). Him using the kangaroo method or tucking you under his shirt with the"pacifier" in your mouth

SOFT YANDERE KIRISHIMA X READER

Kirishima loves physical affection, you knew this very well, as he constantly had some way of touching you lovingly, wether it was laying your head in his lap while he read, or swooping you straight off your feet and pulling you into his chest, he always made it very clear. Sometimes you liked it, the times when you were falling asleep on his chest, him humming a soft tune, you clutching onto the back of his shirt. Then there were times you didn’t like it, the times when he would baby uou so much it felt humiliating. Of course, it was warm and cuddly, and if you were dressed, you might’ve liked it, but you weren’t, and so you didn’t.

This was one of those times, it’s not like he actively saught out to make you feel flustered and embarrassed, he just “knew this was good for you”, it’s stimulating for the brain to hear the heartbeat, and forces a closer bind when skin to skin contact is involved. He’d form this pretty much since the first day you’d been here, stripping you of clothing, only leaving the soft cotton underwear Ron you lower half, as you’d cried and begged long enough every time he’d tried to take those too. And set you straight under his shirt, he would sit in his office chair, or on the couch, or at the table, jsut anywhere, doing his work, reading you a story, rocking you to sleep, letting you press your little head close to his heart while he stroked your back.

Today in particular, he’d come home unhappy, an uncucessful business partnership had put him in a sour mood, and he was just so excited to go home to his little girl and hold her right while he cooed at her. You were the little thing that couldn’t make him happy at any time, even if he was furious previously, you never ceased to wash his over with cuteness and make his day a million times better. The moment he’d seen you waddling your way down the stairs (as he keeps weights on your hands and legs after your previous escape attempt), he just had to scoop you up and hold you close, it was just instinct at this point, ignoring you while you whines when he tugged the cotton t shirt over you form, then the pair of his boxers you er wearing as shorts.

“Ohhh- I know I know, it’s cold, I bet you were waiting for me huh? Sorry I was late bubs, people are meanies” he cooed, tucking you right under his stretchy shirt, letting you wrap you arms around him the best that you could, before making his way down to the couch, and laying back against the cushions, you jsut huffed and let yourself get absorbed by the warmth, all your wanted to do was go get your cat from the downstairs, you’d been so determined to do it too, you’d actually gotten up! And then this man comes and just runs straight through your plans. This is kinda nice though… kinda

“I want my kitty, where is she?” You questioned, looking at him through the neck hole of his shirt, he chuckled, rubbing your back with soft pats. Of course that’s what your thinking about right now, your best little feline friend, he’d gotton her for you almost a year back, jsut a poor little kitten cast away on the side of the road, he couldn’t just leave it, as she reminded himself so much of you. She had also grown quite attached, becoming quite protective whenever she felt that kirishima was of ill intent, even bit him once.

“Oh I bet she’s sleeping right now, it is kinda late isn’t it? We don’t wanna wake her up now do we? Then she’ll be grumpy, just like you will be if you don’t get to sleep soon, sleepy little thing” addressing the small white ball of fluff snuggled into her cat bed, you couldn’t see it of course, being fully sorrounded by fabric, but you could guess. A small “mm hmm” made its way out of you lips, not wanting to even fight right now. His eyes scanned the sorrounding tables, hoping to find sight of the small rubber pacifier he would place in your mouth, it had moved from its original spot, meaning you’d actually used it! Aww how adorable that is!

Picking up with a grunt, he reached over your figure to grab the object, latching his finger onto the loop of it, and pulling it closer while you snuggled up in his shirt. He reached under, cooing at you when you looked back up at him confused, and popped the rubber piece straight into your mouth. With a small pucker noise, as you were suprised at the sudden movement, the piece of rubber slowly went up and down over your lips, signaling that you were in fact, sucking on it.

“Awwww, how sweet is that? Aren’t you jsut my sweet little things? Uh huh- I think you are. Such a sweetheart.” He played with you, your legs were bunches up around his bare waist, and your arms were locked firmly around his neck, it was so comfortable, and warm and fluffy, just great. He brought his hands up into his stretched out shirt, pulling a blanket up behind him, slowly rubbing up and down on your back, you just cuddles closer to him, xuzzling your face into his upper chest, flustered at the baby talk.

“Stooooopppppppp” you whines like a child, dragging out your words in a nassaly tone that he found sis for able, you threw your head back to look at him, he acknowledged the visible flustered appearance, and the way you were trying to hide your face, awwww! Did he make you blush? How cute is that?

“I’ll stop when you got to sleep bubs- but for now. For now I get to call you my little sweetheart all I want!” He continued on with his (intensely embarrassing) coddling, it internally made you want to facepalm, or just gouge your eyes out, but at the same time is was almost… ALMOST, endearing. He egged on the idea of you going to sleep, he had told the enihbor, a sweet old lady who approved if you, to help you get some stuff out of the fridge to eat. So your tummy was full, you were all set for the night, and right now; he just wanted to hold you.

You just gave up, completely melting into a puddle of y/n, hiding your face back in his chest, absorbing his warmth, just letting the snuggle feeling take over in a wave of pure bliss. The pierce of rubber in your mouth wasn’t gonna fall out (as you’d learned), and you were just a little bitty bit tired, kindof a lot tired, and it’s not like you have anything you want to do. So might as well enjoy this fuzzy feeling that washed over you as you lsiten to his heartbeat, letting it be the only thing you were able to focus on, you zoned out any of his coping, or the fire spitting flames, consumed entirely by the warmth, and the steady thumping of his heartbeat, and that fuzzy feeling spread.

You nuzzled into him one last time, before your eyes dropped close, the pacifier continued to no inside your mouth, as you’d gotton used to it and now it naturally happened, you grew to be more relaxed, your limbs completely dropping while kirishima wrapped his own arms around you, smiling down at you, guess this method really does work huh?

How sweet right? His little sweetheart

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Thanks for requesting! It was super fun to write and I enjoyed it quite the bit.

*unedited

Havea wonderful day today! Goodbye

#yandere my hero academia #platonic yandere kirishima #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #platonic obsession #soft yandere #yandere cuddles #yandere fluff #yandere kiri #yandere kirishima #yandere ejiro

[therapy-ghost]

Why am i here?

Twisted wonderland x persona

Chapter 3- aesthetic talk

chapter 2

1st pov (Ghost)

A new voice came into the room, pulling everyones attention to it, the boy was a bit shorter then me, he had a hood over his head, so it was a bit hard to see what he looked like, all i ould really see was a pair of red eyes looking around the room.

"No matter, who ever was assigned to house diasomnia, come with me, i just hope he wont sulk about it" the boy said, before everyone left with their house warden, leaving me and Dire Crowley, in the large empty room.

"So um... what are you going to do now, like about me?" i ask, trying to get a answer as to my sutiation, Crowley then turned to me.

"Dont worry, we'll get you home, besides, non magic users arent alowed in this school, now, step up to the gate and visualixe where you came from" Crowley replied, making me turn to the mirror, i then closed my eyes i started to think of my home.

'Finally, this dream will be over, and ill go home to my familly' i sighed in my head, smiling softly at the thought of being able to see my friends and familly.

"Dark miror, Return this soul from once she came from" Crowley demanded, only for the miror to stay quiet, Crowley cleared his voice, trying again, "Oh Dark Mirror, Return this soul-" Crowley was then interupted by the mirror.

"There is no such place" the Drak Miror said, confusing and surprising both Dire Crowley and Ghost.

"What?" Both Crowley and I questioned, tilting their head to the side, not fully understanding the situation.

"There is no place where this soul belongs" the Mirror said, its deep voice speaking the results i didnt want to hear.

"Th-this is impossible, events like this should never happen" Crowley paniced, gripping his head in agony, not sure what to do with me, as i jsut stood there, confused as to how fricking Canada isnt one even one map they have.

Crowley walked off, i wasnt fully sure what to do, but i followed, and we ended up in a giant library.

it had books flying around and the shelves were so big, im really going to like this place.

" your homeland is not listed on any map at any point in history, are you sure its real? are you lying?" Crowley asked, a squinted my eyes at him.

"it is the second largest contry in the world, what do you mean 'are you sure its real'? im not lying" i said, getting kinda pissed with the scenario.

"well, im not sure what to say, if anything, your probebly from a different planet, or you were sumoned from another dimension, or planet" Crowley shrugged, i took a step back, confused.

"Ok please, why would i be from another planet or dimension, thats weird, besides, i dont even look like i would" I added, trying to prove my point.

"Do you posibly have an Identifaction card, or a phone on you, even a shoe will work" Crowley said, stretching out his hand, waiting for me to hand him anything, but i noticed something.

"Come to think of it, i dont have my phone or wallet on me, and these are my shoes" i explained, sifting through my pokets then lifting up the ends of the robe a had on, to reveal i had no foot coverige.

"well, i cant have a non magic user in my campus, but as a educator, i can not just expel a young person without any idea who they are or any ability to contact her guardian?" Crowley questioned himself, before i though of something.

"Dont you have some sort of old dorm or apartement on the school campus where i can stay till we find a way to get me home?" i questioned, putting my hands on my sides, turning to crowley with the sugestion, making him perk up.

”Actually, yes, I do have a place you could stay, come with me” Crowley dashed off, leaving me confused before I ran off to catch up, finding out that he can move a lot faster.

As we walked down the halls of the campus of Night Ravens College, Crowley broke the silence.

"Might you explain how you did that?" he asked with out context, i just turned too him, squiting me eyes at him.

"The fuck do you mean?" i asked, tilting my head to the left while stairing at the older man, who stopped in his tracks and turned to me swiftly.

"I mean you not having a single scratch from the flame you got to your face, the is definetly not normal, especially humans" Crowley explained, even with me not being able to see his face fully, i could tell he had a look of agony and confusion.

"Im not fulling sure, i dont remember being able to do that back home so its either one of 3 situations, i was brought to this world and on my way here i got weird abilities, Grims magic was having a issue, or im dead, the third one seems a bit more realistic but im keeping my opitions open" i anwsered, staring at Crowley who thought for a moment before continueing walking to where ever we heading.

After about 16 more minutes of awkward silence, we were at the place i was going to stay.

It looked like a old dorm that was used but was then left to fall, there was multiple cracks in the windows and there was a few spider webs, just think of the inside, "There You Go, Isnt it wonderful?" Crowley was a little over excited about this place, but it was nice.

"Yeah, i like it, i mean, it does need work but i think its a good canvas to start with, and besides, the location is seculded and judging by the condition of the dorm, its been empty for 7 to 10 years" I shrugged, walking up to the door of the dorm, opening it, and i was right, it was alot worst on the inside.

There were holes in the roof, spider webs and boxs every where, and most of the floor boards and curtains were torn up, a lot of the wallpapers were pealling and most if not all of the furnature was broken.

"well this is you new place, and dont let me catch you around campus, ta ta!" Crowley left, slaming the door shut behind him, leaving me along in the dark, just me and my thoughts.

I then tried to find the power, which didnt take long but it did surprise me that this place still had it.

"Well... i should start with this whole situation, I have no clue how long im going to be staying here” I explained to myself, stepping out side to see the gloomy skies as it started to rain.

I walked back inside only to he a voice complain, a voice i never wanted to here again.

"GWAAH! Its Pouring Out Side" Grim said, i turned swiftly to look a him and he walked into the lounge where i was stationed at the moment, with out his collar.

"What are you doing here you little pesk?" I said pointing at him while glaring, he made eye contact with me before stopping.

"Its You!" He shouted, also pointing at me, his large blue eyes staring in a stunned matter into my sage green eyes, "Yeah its me, now answer my gosh damn question" i crossed my arms, still glaring at grim.

"You really think i wouldnt break back on to campus once im out of prying eyes" he smirked, i only looked at him in confusion as to why he would want to go to school so bad?

"Why are you so kine on going to school, none the less a school that seems extremely fancy that you might as well call harvard at this point with how fancy it is" I hummed, wanting a answer from Grim.

"Are you joking! I was born to go here, Im a Magical prodigy and will become one of the greatest Mages to ever live" He yelled with pride laced in his voice, 100% not realizing what he did a few minutes ago.

"Let me guess, you have been 'waiting for the day your chance would come and let you shine'?" i said, sitting down on one of the old arm chairs.

Grim got excited, nodding his head rapidly, "Exactly! Ive been waiting for so long, you and i must be on the same boat, huh?" grim explained, making me shake my head in disaggrement.

"Nope, i was just straight up draged here by the Black carrage"

Im so sorry for taking so long to write this, ive been very busy with school and ive been so tiered and unmotivated, but im back, please also check out my other post for this series like my incorrect quotes, and please make request for more content, bye

#Twisted wonderland x oc #Twisted wonderland x persona

[joculatrixster]

i feel i should mention i dont mind if ppl who follow any if my accs r on any side of sea fairy is a lesbian discourse but i feel yall should know im very much against shipping her with a man lol i made a few posts a while back explaining why but to boil it down i rlly do blame the devs for keeping it vauge but ignoring the wlw aspects of their characters or just calling sea bi or straight is very much feeding into ignoring wlw in fandom spaces

ik i made a post about why calling mlw stight us wrong, and this can seem like a contradiction rlly, but the issue is while their is tons of mlw rep in media and tons of mlm rep in fandom spaces, wlw is left on the wayside and way under represented woch is why many fond seamoon to be important, a healthy and loving relationship between 2 womannwho dont fall into the lesbain stereotypes in media is something we still lack greatly

im not telling ppl they have to agree with me im just letitng any new ppl know cause ivebeen seeing some uh yeah bit of a yikes posta on my dash recently where ppl dont seem to understand the importance of codding when it comes to censorship and subtlety letting the audience see the meaning

i mean some ppl look at a mlm ship and swear its canon cause they looked at eachother but sea calling moonlight beautiful multiple times and them both sharing a very close bond is not enough for yall apparently to see it

this is all rlly tiering to see so yeah thats all block me or unfollow me or whatever i dont rlly care jsut wanted to put my 2 cents into it ill rb my old posts if yall want to see my more indepth thoughts on why its seen as bad to ship sea with a man

(oh and yall who call sea creepy unfollow me right the fuck now because calling a womans pining for another woman creepy IS lesbainphobic i dont care urreasonings moonis claerly not uncomfortable with sea fairy stop projecting ur interlized bullshit onto them, i dotn care if u dislike the ship but calling it creepy or toxic no thats gross bye)

#pop dont look #cookie run discourse #seamoon #mod trix #i need a nap lol

[sleevesareforlosers]

could you perhaps elaborate on kobra and cherri’s dynamic in twitterverse with regard to their like. soft-ish moments of respect and why they keep coming back? maybe???

ah! i can! (and again i know i get rambly feel free to follow up if any of this isnt clear)

okay yeah so as you (im assuming ur the same person thats sent the other twitterverse asks) mentioned yesterday, so much of twitterverse is about like. reputation and perception. and cherri and kobra are somewhat equal in terms of how theyre treated by the rest of the zones.

theyre both addicts, theyre both known to be lethal, kobra's got a bit more of a sociable reputation from racing and sleeping around but hes still like. not necessarily seen as a person by other joys? i touch on it a bit in. i think chapter two or three? when kobra's smoking with that roller after the race and they go "i cant believe im smoking with the kobra kid" (or whatever they say) like. its a weird celebrity worship. cherri has a bit of a worse time of it because waveheads are SO stigmatized in the zones whereas sweet tooths are like. ehhh theyre partiers that took it too far

so like. theres a lot for them to respect about each other and theres a lot of understanding that can come with being these kind of. highly stigmatized individuals and having a way that people do expect them to act. you arent really gonna have the same expectations from a person thats on the same footing as you. and most of their softest (imo) moments come around when theyre having sex bc theres a lot of intimacy inherent in that Anyway (especially once it happens more than once). im Really going benefit of the doubt that ur an adult but i still wont be too graphic here

so for instance, theres a moment where cherri asks kobra if he Actually likes having sex bc up till then (and after still but i think to a lesser degree) kobra is. really performative about how he fucks. and im not gonna say whether or not kobra having this many hookups is good or bad for him bc it varies, but cherri's pretty good at getting a read on people and it can tell that kobra isnt being 100 percent genuine. and this is like. a big moment for kobra bc its a guy that, really has no reason to actually stop and care abt what kobra wants but it still does. its a moment where kobra gets that cherri isnt going to take advantage of him (an earlier draft also touched on this when they were at the radioshack and cherri established that there was something it wouldnt do with kobra while he was high)

so ig thats like. (apart from the fact that it is really nice sex) why kobra keeps coming back? bc he consciously or unconsciously knows that cherri sees and respects him as a person and doesnt really look up to him OR look down on him. just kinda looks at him

as for cherri, its also a lot of being able to feel like its more or less an equal to kobra. like, im not sure how much it came across and if/when i do a followup ill probably explore this more but newsie and chimp (cherri's two closest relationships other than whatever it and kobra have) are SO much more put together than it is. its the black sheep/wavehead/ultraviolent/bad at talking to people/cant even really get itself around the zones without asking for a ride/fuckup of the family (affectionate). theres not really a sense of inferiority that cherri has from this but it is like. newsie takes care of it in a lot of ways and sometimes you're jsut tired of that! kobra isnt gentle with cherri, he treats it like an equal and like someone thats dangerous and capable and desirable and (going back to how stigmatized waveheads are) he treats it like its a person. (i dropped an essay abt cherri and personhood in regards to gender a LONG time ago like before i even started publishing SOA that kinda ties in)

i also hope im not spoiling things for u bc idk how far youve read but i really tried to make sure i never had kobra and cherri insult each other based on obvious insecurities. once cherri clues in to how much kobras reputation as a 'slut' bugs him it never throws that at him, neither of them really throw the waveriding and sugar at each other to try and rile one another up. like yeah, they'd probably be justified and it wouldnt be punching down bc they are, more or less, equals, but i think both of them would feel a) shitty and b) hypocritical for using shit like that as an insult

so um. to sum up its on a shallow level bc they can have really good sex with each other and on a deeper level its the kind of understanding that comes with being outcasts in different but still deeply similar ways.

#danger days #tlotfk #twitterverse #kobra kid #twitter cherri #kobracola #? #drug ment #addiction ment

[warmau]

☆ rich kid!au hyungwon ~ happy birthday! | other mx aus 

an uproar of applause makes hyungwon’s head ache more than before

he watches, bored and irritated gaze focused on the figure of his father - the ceo of south korea’s largest automotive manufacturer - take pose behind the podium at the front of the large ballroom

it’s the twenty anniversary of the business founding and so, of course, a gala was thrown in the chae family’s honor

the custom would require then, that hyungwon join his father and mother up on that stage

he knows it’s what they both would have wanted, seeing as he’s the obvious choice for an heir to this multimillion-dollar machine

but hyungwon just cannot bring himself to care

about,,,,,,,,,,,,,,anything

he barely got himself to this event on time, the maids scurrying around him in a blurry circle an hour before

pulling his long and languid body out of his bed and dressing him in the expensive ysl suit his mother had pre-prepared

now he’s listening to the drawl of his father’s voice and the whispering at the tables around

some people are mumbling praise and awe - others are stricken with jealousy that hyungwon finds deplorable

but at the same time, he doesn’t say a word against

altercations and all that just doesn’t fit his style

instead, he drapes one hand on the back of his chair, an unmannerly way to sit for someone of his social status, but most people who know him are used to it

and scans the faces for someone new - someone unfamiliar

at first he skips over you, because you’re dressed and posed like everyone else, but then he double takes

narrowing his eyes just a little bit he notices the pile of petals beside your right hand

the flowers in the middle of every other table are gone from yours

and he sees you blink back the boredom he’s also feeling

you realize someone is staring you down quite quickly, their gaze doesn’t waver off you for almost an entire minute

you just don’t expect to lock eyes with the son of the chae company

shouldn’t he be paying attention to his dad?

hyungwon almost reads the expression you make - shrugging his shoulders as if to respond

my dad and all this shit isn’t really interesting

you stifle a laugh, not that you need to 

the sound wouldn’t make it over the voice of hyungwon’s father anyway, the deep tenor booming throughout the expansive and golden room

it looms like a shadow over hyungwon, which is why he so desperately wants to get away from it

tilting his head toward the exit in an attempt to ask without using words; wanna escape with me?

you’re not really in a position where getting up with the heir in the middle of a speech by his own dad would be the best look

so you nervously shake your head and decline

but hyungwon isn’t hurt by your shyness, instead he waits till the speech is over and done with

and everyone gets up to applaud once more - the clapping and the ruckus of voices gives him jsut the perfect excuse

to slip his lithe figure past everyone else and slot his way in beside you

he leans down and whispers against your ear

“how about now? or are you still scared?”

the vague mocking at the end of his sentence sets something up in you and you twist your way around him and everyone else - making a strategic line for the catering door

you and hyungwon burst through it, into the empty room beside the crowded ballroom

and the door shuts with a loud noise that leaves you both frozen for a moment

expecting someone, your parents or other gala goers or even security to pull you two back into the festivities

but the drowning sound of applause is still going so you two are safe, you exchange a glance that makes both you and hyungwon double over in laughter

hyungwon moves closer to you - and suddenly you’re staring at him only feet away 

not from the photos the news takes of him, not from across a grand ballroom 

he’s as handsome as everyone in the country swoons about

with blonde hair slicked back to show off perfectly proportioned cheekbones and jaw structure

big, dark eyes that seem to harbor an expanse as big as the ocean and lips coated in a natural, jealous inducing pink

you almost skip a breath but stop yourself from looking like a fool by flicking at the lint on the shoulder of his blazer

“so what should we do now?”

you ask and hyungwon puts a hand down on one of the many empty tables in the room

they’re all covered in white clothes and look exactly like the room you both were just in, just without the people and the stage decorations

“how about we play hide and seek?”

“you’re telling me that you - the son of a millionaire - would rather play hide and seek than just suffer through another party with your family?”

hyungwon grins a little

“yeah, why - do you wanna go back to the party?”

you pause but there isn’t much for you to think about

“close your eyes and count to ten - no cheating, ok?”

hyungwon promises he won't, covering his face up with hands much bigger than most peoples

you try to move past the cramped tables and pick one to hide under - finally settling for one when you hear his melodic voice hit number 3

the shuffle of his footsteps makes your heart beat a little faster as you hear them closer

and you’re transported back to your childhood - if only for a small moment - until the tablecloth is being pulled up and you see hyungwon

smile big and bright - hand reaching out toward you

“my turn!”

he exclaims as you crinkle your nose - he definitely cheated!

you two spend god knows how long chasing each other around the tables, abandoning the expensive footwear in some corner of the room and forgetting the fact that you’re rolling under tables and on the floor in clothes well into the thousands

at some point, hyungwon finds a vase with leftover floral decorations and scatters the petals over you when you’re supposed to be counting with your eyes closed

one of the petals sticks to your cheek

staying on even when you and him end up falling backwards against one of the tables and hyungwon moves so you’re pulled against his chest so you won’t get hurt

you can still hear the party from the other side of the wall, and you’re surprised no one has coming look for hyungwon

when suddenly the knob turns and the sound echos up toward you

“hyungwon!”

you call out - in something just above a whisper, but hyungwon sees it too and tugs you under on of the tables in an effort to hide

the space is even smaller with his long body folded as it is, so you find yourself between his legs 

hyungwon’s hands are pressed against the underside of the table - and the other is sort of clutching you too

but when he realizes it

he pulls it off to instead hover awkwardly below your elbow

the sound of his father's guards make the two of you freeze as they seem to scope out the room and grumble with the lack of any presence

the door shutting with that loud thud on their way out

you let out a sigh, upset to turn and tell him, “i think we should head back before it becomes a big deal.”

the lack of lighting that seeps through the heavy cloth doesn’t hide the fact that hyungwon’s once joyful expression is back to a more pained one

you don’t know why hyungwon seems to hate muddling around with the elite - especially with his parents - and you don’t know if you should ask

“ill escort you to your table.”

he finally agrees and you nod

moving to carefully crawl out from his lap and the table when you turn back

hyungwon is still sitting scrunched up - eyes downcast at the floor

i don’t want to go back either, so why am i saying we should?

the answer is obvious, you’re both from backgrounds that expect you to partake in these kinds of things

but

“actually, i don’t want to go back. is there anywhere else we can go instead?”

hyungwon’s eyes seem to sparkle, just like they had when you’d first caught them resting on you back in the ballroom

you’d actually been a little embarrassed being caught plucking petals off flowers, nearly yawning at the words of hyungwon’s father

but that had faded as you saw that spark

let’s waste my time with him, it looks like he wants to waste his time with me

you’d been right, and now you’re running out of the hotel where the event is being held

the front desk warily asking if they should call security about it 

but you and hyungwon are faster and happier outside in the cold january air - free from the stuffiness of your elders and status

he leans in close, closer than he’s gotten before, and for a moment you think he’s going to tilt your chin toward him

but instead, he peels the petal off your cheek and chucks it over his shoulder with a grin

“let’s go down to the river!” he motions and you’re stuck - the warmth of his touch rapidly fading away

you join him, trying to fight off the butterflies sprouting their wings in the pit of your stomach

hyungwon notices your new and bashful look, smiling to himself

he doesn’t care for much

but that could change, actually, it has, as he thinks to himself that he’ll do anything to see you make such a pretty expression just for him again

#monsta x scenarios #mx scenarios #hyungwon scenarios #monsta x au #mx au #hyungwon au #member: hyungwon #sfw #monsta x #hyungwon #happy birthday my telephone pole of a boy!!!!!!!!!!! statuesque worthy of the moma boy!!!!!!!!!!

[docholligay]

What hobbies or activities would your OW crew each try and pick up during corona quarantine?

Tracer

Lena is going to try and learn a second language. She took French in school, didn’t she? And didn’t she graduate school? Right! So this should be an absolute walk in the park. French it is. Her first choice was Arabic, as it was, in fact, the prospect of Amari drama that made her embrace the wisdom of being a polyglot in the first place, but Mercy’s gentle suggestion that she start with something a bit closer to home base made her try for French. Arabic could be her third language. 

And it isn’t that Tracer is stupid, so much as she has the full confidence that she can try hard and find success. This has been true so many times in her life, that she was simply the one most dedicated to the outcome, and so she managed to wrench it from the hands of fate. She is quick, and clever, and capable! What’s FRENCH got that she can’t handle. 

Lena, five minutes in: Oh, right, I hated school. 

She tries, god love her, but it just doesn’t hold her attention. She’s trying so hard to write verb forms and study and study, but she doesn’t honestly care much to KNOW French. It reminds her of Amelie, for starters, and that always gives her a little bit of a pit in her stomach, and without Amelie, there seems very little reason to know it. Only one in the house who speaks it is Mercy, really. 

So she takes account of the languages her team knows. 

Hana...Korean, of course, and at least some Japanese, mostly for promotional reasons. Lena takes one look at the Japanese rules of politeness and deference and gently sets the language to the side. She thinks about Korean--Korea’s been so much help since the omnic crisis, and it’s a good thing to converse with your allies--but the daunting aspect of having to ask Hana, who seems not even to know herself whether she likes everyone in the house or not, overcomes her. 

Fareeha, well, that’d be Arabic, and that’s it, so far as Lena knows, and Ang’s already warned her off of that one. Fareeha’s feeling a it pricky about the whole Arabic situation since her mother’s come back, anyhow, and all her workout music has turned to English, and Lena’s not certain why she seems to be blaming the entire Arab world for Ana, but then again, Lena doesn’t understand Fareeha in the best of times. 

Winston, he’d of course help her, but a lot of his knowledge is tied up in Latin and Scholarly Greek, and she’s not sure why anyone would take all the effort when you couldn’t even properly go on holiday. He does know a fair amount of German, she figures, but if she’s going to do that, she may as well go to Ang, and besides all that, Winston dos so much for her. No need to throw in another thing. 

Ana: No. 

Jack: No, but a bit softer. 

Angela seems the natural choice, as she knows so many languages, comparatively. Her father was a linguist of sorts, to hear Ang talk around the edge of it, and so German, French, Italian, Latin, Hebrew, at the least, all come to her quickly and easily. It’s English she likes the least, and she’s better at it than she gives herself credit for, near perfect but for a few stange tenses. It really only Ang who notices. But Angela is, well, Ang, and with all the troubles of the world, she’s lost her mind, a bit. 

So there’s no real help to be had, and Lena buys a few Muzzy tapes in French and learns how to say “I am a young girl” and “I like apples” before deciding that her quarantine time is better spent ensuring that she can actually climb the drain to the roof, jump from the roof into the pool, and other extremely valuable information. No one was hiring her for the language department anyhow. 

Winston

WInston is more used to solitude than the rest of them, and as far as he’s concerned, it’s not really loneliness if Tracer is with him. THough he feels bad for her, and how stir crazy she’s getting. It makes him sad to see her so bored and glum, though she is trying to make cheer of it. 

And so Winston has a genius idea. Tracer LOVES gymnastics, and Winston loves a project. So the idea for the super bounce trampoline is born. 

You cannot tell Winston this is a bad idea. You cannot tell Winston this is a bad idea, because, on some level, he already knows. He knows, but he sees Tracer doing her little cartwheels in the yard, running laps, trying to create little games for herself where she creates time trials around the house, trying to improve on each activity lap. At the time where she breaks three plates trying to see if she can beat her time for table service, it even starts to sound like a GOOD idea. 

He’s fine making little picnic lunches together and watching TV and having her ‘help’ in the lab, but she is becoming despondent with the boredom of it all. It has been ten days. 

And so, he looks at the metals he’s engineered for use in his prosthetic limbs. Couldn’t they also be used to create a spring that would double your strength and energy return of a normal spring? Than Lena could do all kinds of maneuvers on the trampoline, and besides, it’s always important to know the limits of engineering. 

Angela tries to remind him hospitals  are full. 

Dva

The first day of quarantine, Hana Song pops a soda in her pj shorts and says, “It’s a pandemic! Why do we have to improve ourselves? God, isn’t it enough to be alive?” She takes a deep sip. “I’ll do some charity streams, okay?” 

As she’s walking away Tracer asks her if she’ll help paint the upstairs den. Tracer is making little physical projects for herself in varying levels of horror, sometimes while watching the Muzzy tapes to convince herself she hasn’t given up on the bilingual dream. Painting seems tame. Hana stops for a moment, then agrees. 

She is the only reasonable person in this house. 

Mercy

Angela is in a panic. The entire world seems to be crumbling at her feet, and though she is no epidemiologist, she knows that none of this is good. She wants to go. Pharah begs her to stay. She is afraid for Angela. To put her in some ICU where she could get the illness, where it could be, as such, that Fareeha would not be able to come to her. She understands Angela’s need to help, but also, she says, what if something happened to you? You are the only doctor with any real knowledge of Tracer. What would be come of her. 

Angela only looks at her for a moment before her face darkens, and Fareeha shakes her head, ashamed. “I was using Tracer to excuse my own fears. I am selfish. You should go.” 

And in that moment, Angela does not leave not because she is the only physician who can properly work with Tracer’s condition, but for the great love of Fareeha Amari, who for the first time since Angela has known her, is truly afraid. 

The days pass with difficulty. She is writing guidelines and ideas to anyone she can, coordinating donations and writing out thank yous and pleas, sitting in the bay window of their bedroom as the sleeting snow and rain fall against the window one bleak afternoon. The sun and storm come in patches, she’s noticed, but the grey seems to speak to her most all. 

Fareeha comes to her one day. She has a mug filled with hot chocolate and whipped cream and brandy and love. She gently places her hand on Angela’s knee. 

“I hear you crying in the night,” she says, though she cannot look to Angela’s face, “You should go. You must go.” 

She loves Fareeha so very much. 

She goes. 

Pharah

Which immediately drives the sort of disconnected and floating morass of ennui that is the Overwatch household into Von Trapp style whistle blowing order. 

Pharah’s project, you see, is everyone else. 

Fareeha is a lovely person in most respects, all of them would say in one way or another, but she has certain control issues, and these never become more pronounced than when her life seems, well, out of control. 

No more laying about. There is a kitchen to be reorganized, there are drills to be done, when was the last time you lifted? There is a color coded schedule posted in the kitchen and we should all take note of the way Fareeha has scheduled our time. Tracer balks, of course, that she’s the leader as well, and Fareeha has a terrible habit of assuming that it’s her who’s the leader entire and complete, and you know what else--

Winston pulls them apart. Neither of them, he tries to say, are actually angry with each other. He shakes when he says it. 

And so Pharah tries. God love her, she tries SO HARD. She improves herself, and tries to let others be. She reorganizes the entire kitchen. She labels every bulk container, She scrubs every floor in the house to a gleaming shine. Her clothes, and Angela’s all washed and organized by sshade and season. 

One night Lena comes downstairs and sees her looking out the window, drinking a Labatt, rubbing at her wedding ring. Lena wouldn’t embarrass her by asking, but her eyes seem to beglistening, jsut a bit. 

The next morning, all three of the rest of the OVerwatch team are lined up, at the bottom of the stairs, at 6 am sharp. 

It’s true that Fareeha takes herself on three hour runs across the prairie in all weathers to give everyone some down time where they don’t have to be doing anything, but they broker a sort of peace wherein they spend a certain amount of time doing Fareeha Amari’s Twelve Point Improvement Plan every day, and time doing their own thing, and Fareeha seems genuinely cheered to be plotting out their workout and meal plans, their online seminars to listen to. She and Lena even watch a few Muzzy tapes together. 

She even forgives Tracer when the first test of Winston’s trampoline finds Lena sailing through Pharah’s (Thankfully open) bedroom window. 

Ana and Jack:

 They spend all of quarantine watching 90 Day Fiancee and eating TV dinners.

#creative ask day #moonlight1130