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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 3 months

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second, never first

part two | part one | part three | part four

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - mentions of underage drinking, throwing up, swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1k+

my eyes slowly open and i instantly feel pain in my eyes, head and stomach. the events of last night slowly coming back to me and i cant believe i let myself go that far.

i dont event remember getting drunk, one second i was in the party half sober and the next im throwing up and blacking out on the middle of the road.

i rub my eyes and look around my room only to find im not in my room. turning my head to the right i see a shirtless, sleeping chris next to me, i remember him taking me home and taking care of me and-

holy fuck

i fucked up bad

he saw me naked

actually naked

fuck.

i shoot up to sit up and grab the water bottle off the nightstand next to the bed and the second it hits my mouth i begin to salivate.

i rush out of the bed and run around to find the bathroom as i had never been to his house before. i finally find it after what feels like forever and lock myself in there and flip the toilet seat up.

hunching over the toilet and instantly throwing up.

i finally finish and just sit on the bathroom floor thinking about last night.

chris is either going to act like nothing happened or never let me forget about it.

knock, knock

“y/n?” i hear matts voice.

i get up flushing the toilet and swishing water in my mouth. i unlock the bathroom door and im greeted with matt standing outside of it.

“hi so sorry about that” i say giving an awkward smile and pointing at the toilet.

“oh my god no dont even worry about it” matt says. “just wanted to make sure you were ok”

“oh thank you, yes im good now. i just have a pounding headache but im gonna call my mom or anna to come get me so dont even worry about looking after me again.” i say.

“no no dont worry about it also its 7am so just go back to bed and by the time you wake up your clothes will be out of the dryer.” matt says.

“my clothes?” i say shocked.

“yeah i hope thats ok, chris just put them in the wash after you changed out of them since they were covered in vomit.”

“oh right” i say mentally writing ‘everything shower’ in my mental checklist for today.

“well thank you and honestly i do need more sleep.” i say brushing past him.

“no problem, sleep well”

i walk back in to chris’ room and quietly shut the door snd crawl back into bed. apparently not quiet enough because when i turn to face his back i was greeted with him laying face up starring at me.

“sorry” i say

“its ok” he says, fuck his morning voice is hot.

“what time is it?”

“matt just told me it was 7am, i hope its ok if i go back to bed for a bit.” i say quietly

“mhm” he groans turning to lay on his stomach and nuzzling his head into his pillows. i just admire his back and arms as the blanket hangs just below waist length.

i get comfortable under the sheets turning to lay on my stomach and turning my head to the left.

i close my eyes for a few minutes before feeling chris’ arm snake around my waist. my eyes shoot open and i dont know what to do.

i hear him slightly snoring so it wasn’t a conscious decision but part of me wished it was.

i decided to just let it happen and slowly drifted off to sleep.

i wake up to an empty side of the bed and the sound of chris walking back into his room fresh out of the shower with sweats and a black shirt on.

he walks over to his desk and sits down on his gaming chair unlocking his phone.

i push my self up and go to grab my phone and i notice 2 advils and a fresh water bottle sitting on his nightstand. “for me” i say quietly.

“oh shit” he says jumping. “yes for you” he says while doing a hand gesture.

“sorry” i say rubbing my eyes.

i take the advil and chug down half the bottle of water.

“how bad was i?” i question

“honestly not bad at all, you just really scared everyone since you just passed out without warning in the middle of the road.”

i internally pat myself on the back for not acting up.

“yeah im really sorry you had to take care of me last night. wont happen again, im so embarrassed.” i chuckle nervously.

“actually now that you mention it you kept calling me an asshole and were saying i never apologized.” he says making my face go red. “thats strange” i say nervously. “well i was drunk who knows what i was saying.”

“it happens to the best of us dont sweat it kid.” he says getting up and walking over to his bed sitting on the end of it “plus i know you would do the same for me” he says giving me a warm smile. “im gonna go get your laundry and take you home. i bet you want to take a shower really bad.” he says smiling.

“ok” i nod

i get to my house and finally have a moment to myself to really think about last night. not to mention he let me leave wearing his clothes.

i showered as soon as i got home and the entire time i couldn’t stop thinking about how he so casually just got me dressed and ready for bed.

everything with him was strictly platonic but of course, i wished it were more.

last night gave me a taste of what i wanted, and boy was i starving.

i wasn’t only physically attracted to chris, he was one of my closest friends. i cared for him immensely and he did for me too, why else would he have brought me home last night. a normal person would have brought me to my own house and let me get in trouble alone.

he was sweet, knowledgeable, kind, and caring. he was also attentive and always remembered little things about me that i told him.

for example i remember i told him my favourite candy want jolly ranchers gummys once and when i showed up to his halloween party he had a bowl of jolly rancher gummys set on the dining table labeled ‘y/ns treat’.

i always enjoyed talking to him and loved our friendship. i just hope last night didnt change anything between us.

thanks for reading!!

@blahbel668 here you go!

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo edit #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x y/n

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aothotties · 4 months

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Perfect- Reiner x black!reader

Pairing: Reiner x chubbyblack!reader

Warnings: oral sex (f.recieving), unprotexted sex, creampies, body worship, mentions overstimulation, a little fluffy at the end

wc: 1.4k

You laid in bed with your boyfriend, Reiner, as he scrolled to find a movie for you to watch.

“There’s nothing on here” he stated as he continued to scroll

“”Wait baby! Coraline!” you said with excitement as you saw your favorite movie pop up on the screen

“Okay love, let's watch Coraline”. He clicked the movie and pulled you in closer

As you and Reiner were cuddling he used his large hands to rub all over your body, something he always did when you laid with him.

His hand traveled to your lower abdomen where he squeezed the soft flesh. You hated this part of your body and it secretly bothered you that he loved to grab it

“Rei, stop” you whined as you tried to move his hand

“What does that tickle” he asked with a grin then went in to tickle you on purpose

You giggled and tried to escape his grasp as he tickled your belly.

“No babe stop” you said between laughs “no i just don't like when you grab me right there”

He lifted his head to look at you, “what? You don't like when I grab your stomach? Why?”

You let out a sigh, “because Rei, I hate that part of my body. I get upset looking at it and I don't like when you grab it. It's so ugly to me”

You felt yourself fighting back tears. When you first met Reiner you were a few pounds smaller but as your relationship went on the happy weight began to stick. You felt self conscious about it and feared Reiner would find you disgusting

“Awe baby” he said as he turned you around to face him in the bed “im so sorry you feel that way. I think you're absolutely beautiful” he grabbed a handful of your belly again

“Reiner please. I don't like it, I have stretch marks and everything. I wish I was like you and could commit to the gym but I'm just so tired after work most days and i just feel disgusting.” You were crying at this point.

You had never expressed to your boyfriend how you felt about yourself and hearing your confession broke Reiner’s heart. He loved you exactly the way you are and he felt as if he didn't do his job, as your man, to make you feel safe and confident

He laid you on your back and crawled on top of you. He gave you soft kisses on your lips and all over your face. He lowered himself down to your stomach and lifted your shirt. You tried to cover yourself with your arms but he quickly moved them out his way

He started peppering kisses all over your stomach, “i love this so much baby” he says as he gets down to your lower belly.

He starts kissing and softly biting your lower stomach. He licked every single one of your stretch marks and gave each one a soft kiss.

The feeling of your boyfriend kissing all over you sent butterflies to your pussy and a wet spot stained your panties

His kisses trailed lower but he purposely skipped your cunt to be a tease

Reiner began kissing the stretch marks on your inner thighs. He continued the same action he did on your stomach making sure every single stretch mark was kissed and licked

“You're so beautiful my baby. I love every part of you” he stated as he kissed you in between your thighs

He finally moved his head to your pussy and placed a soft kiss on your clothed clit. You whined and squirmed but he held your hips so you wouldn't move.

He placed his large hands on the underside of your thighs and lifted them on his shoulders. Reiner began licking you through your panties

“Reiner please” you begged

He grinned as he moved your panties to the side and immediately attached his lips to your swollen clit. He sucked softly and moans spilled out of your mouth. You spread your legs even wider and you back arched off the bed.

“You're so perfect, baby. so fucking perfect” he said as he started to lick up and down your folds

The vibrations from him talking sent a shockwave through your body.

“I cant believe you’re all mine, princess. This perfect little angel belongs to me” he continued praising you as his sucks became harder and he added a finger into your soaked hole

He curled his finger and rubbed on your g-spot while sucking on your clit. The feeling had you seeing stars. Your stomach turned into a knot and your brain went cloudy.

Your back arched even more and you tried to close your thighs but your boyfriend was too strong. You reached your orgasm and spilled into Reiner’s mouth

He lifted his head to look at you and you loved how his face glistened from your essence.

He licked his lips then came up to give you a kiss.

Reiner was always a good kisser but this one felt different. There was more passion in this one, as if he was expressing all his love in one kiss. Every feeling he had for you was all poured into this one moment and you began crying.

He pulled back from the kiss and gave a confused look

“I just love you so much” you stated as you looked up at him

Reiner gave you a soft smile and started going on about how much he loved you

“I love you baby, so so much” he stated as he hooked his finger under your panties and slipped them off, “ you are the most beautiful woman i've ever laid eyes on”

He moved to your shirt and began slipping it off your body. You were feeling self conscious but you knew your boyfriend loved you no matter what.

Reiner took his own clothes off and then positioned himself on top of you

“God, its like looking at an angel” he said as he lowered his face to kiss you

He sighed as he slid into you

“You feel so good baby” he whispered against your lips

He was moving his hips slowly, taking his time with you. Reiner wanted to enjoy your body tonight, and reassure you that no one in this world could make him feel as good as you.

“You're so amazing, princess.” he whispered as he lifted one of your legs. The angle allowed him to reach deeper and you felt him hitting your cervix

“fuck – that feels so good baby” you whined from under him

His pace continued and he never took his eyes off you. The whole time he was on top of you he was mesmerized with your look

Reiner loved the way your eyebrows furrowed as you reached your orgasm. He loved your eyes as they were filled with tears from overstimulation. He loved the way your curls were spread across the pillow under your head. He loved your lips as you bit them from the pleasure

But most of all reiner loved the way your body looked. He loved your stomach that rolled as he had you folded under him. He loved the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. Reiner loved your body down to every stretch mark

You were his angel in every way and there was no doubt that he loved you the way you are

“So pretty, baby, you're so beautiful” he groaned as he sped up.

He was close to his own climax and his movement grew sloppy and his groans were louder than you at this point

“Cum in me, Rei please” you begged because you knew he was close

He let out one final groan as he released inside of you, filling you with his seed

He placed his forehead on yours as he came down from his high.

“Baby please, don't ever think you don't look good. I love you exactly the way you are and i wouldn't trade you for the world” he said to you as he tried to catch his breath

He slid out of you and pulled you into his chest and with a soft kiss on your forehead he said, “ i love you Y/N, always have, always will”

The lump in your throat stopped you from responding to your boyfriend. No matter how you felt, Reiner never fell short with his reassurance.

You snuggled closer to your man and dozed off in his arms knowing you are loved.

Rachel

#aot smut #aot x black reader #aot #reiner x reader #reiner braun smut #reiner x black reader

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sleepboysummer · 8 months

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rtc hcs i have that most of the fandom doesn't agree with bc i am realizing my perceptions of the characters don't match up with a lot of ppls?

mischa is black

(maybe i just really love abingdon mischa cause genuinely i NEVER picture mischa as anything different than him)

noel is a baggy pants guy. where did we get it from that he ONLY wears super skinny jeans?? cause i feel like everyone agrees on that

speaking of. noel totally loves horror movies what are u guys even thinking

ocean has curly hair

tammy is a little bitch and super popular and randomly decided to take penny under her wing to try and make her popular too. when she realized she couldn't, she tried to pretend like she never talked to penny in her life. the Almighty Bitch of st cassians.

constance absolutely smokes weed and if anyone tells me differently u guys are WRONG!! tired of seeing her being the only 'responsible' person cause she literally is NOT!!

however.. penny.. she tried to smoke once and coughed so hard she cried and threw up. she is too embarrassed to try it again and will choke anyone who mentions it.

ocean has never once questioned her sexuality because she thinks that thinking of Anyone romantically is wrong and against religion. like she thinks even straight romance is bad

noel is asian and does Not look like kholby wardell (i feel like everyone sees him as looking like kholby which makes sense but COME ONNN be creative like u are for ricky and jane :3)

'savannah' wasn't a name for ricky, but the name of his favorite character he wrote about

constance is not short

also. mischa IS short. noel is like 5 inches taller than him

ricky and penny are autistic and mischa has adhd

mischa is not cool. however he has SO much confidence like he thinks he is THE SHIT but he is not at all. the ppl at school all see him as 'the school rapper' and if u have had one of those at ur school u know. that is not good

the most accurate tsia is opera wyoming

ocean and constance have Never liked each other in either direction..i just can not see it..

the only ships im rly into are spacedolls sugardolls and passionflower/mischalia personally :3 others are cool too but those r the ones that i like

ricky doesn't dress super crazy or nerdy, he only has little touches in his clothes of things he is interested in (like a planet bracelet or stickers on his headphones) and he actually is cool as fuck

i only have one genuine queer hc and that is ricky is pan but. i feel like that is basically canon after sabm especially the earlier versions. i am queer myself i just usually dont think abt characters sexualities or anything like... ever? but he is just so obvious

however i also think its super funny to imagine him as this super mega straight guy who is just coincidentally RREEAALY into catgirls and dressing up like david bowie. and some rickys totally have that energy (see: tulane theatre)

i also fully believe that penny lamb isnt a reincarnation or her original life.. she was penny before and after the accident... karnak is literally magical who says he cant let her restart from when the accident happens (but without dying this time)

#rtc #ride the cyclone #jane doe rtc #ricky potts #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #also this is nothing against ppl with the opposite hcs #this is just how i see them and when i learned that other ppl don't i was sort of fascinated #its so cool how everyone pictures such different things from the same source material!! :3 #rtcrot #my choir :3

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shinobus-bonnet · 2 years

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tell my brother she ours

Pairings: Rengoku x black!femreader x Tengen

Warnings: smut. (cant believe I am doing this) 2 big men tearing them walls up. you're basically they sugar baby become girlfie (just read I promise). CRINGE OH MA GOD.

DARK CONTENT CONSUMERS/AUTHORS DNI

this is my first time so please. spare me. it is very obvious that I could not use certain words or phrases because I kept cringing so.

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you never really asked for much in life. You had a decent job at a small bakery and two rich men spoiling the fuck out of you.

It was random. You met one in the grocery store and the other at your job. It came naturally, just the casual flirting and occasional dates with each other which led them to start giving you money even though you didn't ask.

Rent is paid for, they would send groceries to your house and send designer clothes and bags. Anything you asked for you got it.

and you are just sweet as candy to them. Rejecting some of the things they wanted to give to you even though they sent it to your house anyways

but what you didn't know was, that the two men were co-owners of the country's wealthiest company, best friends even

and they didn't know that they were talking to the same woman until the two were talking about their love life and how they liked this girl and always sending her gifts and then they had the bright idea of showing each other on the count of three.

Once they flipped the phones around, it got awkwardly silent.

"no fucking way." Tengen exclamined

they couldn't be too mad at her because they weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend and also, she didn't know she was talking to best friends.

"so what do we do now?" rengoku asked

You were on the way home from closing up the bakery. As you got in your car you received a phone call from kyojuro.

"hello?" you spoke

"Hi my love, how was your day at work today?" he asked

The two of them melted as they heard your sweet voice come through the phone as you talked about your day.

"why dont you meet me at my house sunshine? I can make dinner and we chill for a moment, that sounds ok?" He asked

You chirped up a sure and asked for him to send the address.

The two men looked at each other and left out silently.

You pulled up to this big ass house and seen two cars parked out front and thought that they were both of his. Knocking on the door he immediately invited you in and led you the couch.

You were definitely not expecting to see tengen sitting spread out on the couch with a glass of whiskey sending you a little wave

you grew nervous at the sight of the two fine men you've been talking to for the past 9 months or so sitting there smugly as they watched you sit nervously on the couch

"relax, you're not in trouble sweetheart" Tengen said leaning over to put his glass down.

"so...yall are friends??" you asked trying to wrap your mind around everything

"yes, and business partners."

"makes a lot of sense now, i'm sorr-" you began

"no need for apologies my love. To not waste anymore time we decided to make this a partnership."

"so basically, yall both are my boyfriends now, is this what youre saying to me right now?" you questioned

"yes thats exactly what we’re saying, if you dont want to do that no worries. We just want you to be comfortable." Tengen chimed in

The tree of you sat in silence while you thought about it.

"could it really be that bad? two men loving on you, giving you the world if you wanted it. What could go wrong?" you asked your self

"what do you say sweetheart?"

You simply nodded your head as you played with your fingers. Walking over to your figure tengen lifted your chin up to meet his eyes

"need to hear you say it verbally baby"

"y-yeah, im down"

Tengen crouched down to place a soft kiss on your lips while rengoku attacked you neck with hickies and bites

You let out the softest whimpers and moans. It was all too much for you in the moment. It was getting hard to kiss uzui back seeing that Kyojuro sucked on your neck so sweetly and uzui had his hands cupping your pretty face as he was kissing you.

Sending you off to the bed room the two men took another shot of whiskey and loosened their ties and shirts

"so are we playing good cop bad cop here or no?" Tengen asked

Kyojuro looked at him with a stale face as he held his glass

"What! i'm just trying to get a feel on how we're gonna do this" he exclaimed while rolling his eyes

walking to the bedroom Kyojuro gave a small chuckle to his best friend.

you were nervous. as fuck. if you would've known you were getting fucked you would have wore something more...sexually appealing but you already here now.

your thighs kept rubbing together in anticipation from what's about to go down in this bedroom making yourself even more flustered and aroused.

hearing the door open you popped up seeing the two men come in with gentle smiles

"are you sure you want to do this my love?" Kyo asked sweetly

"yeah, I'm sure" you responded.

Tengen slipped behind you and placed you in his lap while kyojuro sat in front of you with your legs open

Kyojuro began to kiss you again from your jaw, neck, chest as his fingers pulled your underwear to the side and started to rub up and down your folds.

You held in your whimpers and moans to save you from the embarrassment

"you gotta speak up baby" uzi teased

shaking your head no he instructed kyojuro to stop fingering you

whining you threw your head back and guided kyojuros fingers back to where they were

"whats wrong tengen?" he asked confusedly

"our pretty girl isnt being so nice to us. Its almost like... we're not making her feel good"

smacking his lips he brung his hand to your face and asked "are we making you feel good sweetheart?" and then nodding your head for you

"see! she said yes now can I resume what I was doing now?" he asked

"No not until I hear some words come out that pretty mouth" tengen replied

the two of you groaned in response to uzuis antics

"oh now you wanna respond when you dont get what you want" he sneered "such a spoiled girl you are"

"please, just let me touch her uzui" rengoku pleaded

Ren had your best interest in heart. He wanted to make you feel good and see you come undone. but his best friend had different plans.

"cmon sweetheart be good for me ok?" uzui said sweetly in your ear

you softly gave an ok to him and he finally let kyojuro go back to what he was doing.

It was a sight for sore eyes seeing you sandwiched between the two big beefy men , moaning and giving them praises for making you feel so good.

Taking off his shirt kyojuro slotted him self between your legs and began to place little kisses and licks on the inside of your thighs and soon landing on your clit giving little kisses and soon sucking on it making you squrim and wrapping your legs around his back.

Tengen placed little bites down your ear to your neck while he toyed with your nipples

Between him talking so sweet in your ear and kyojuro eating you out like a mad man you were nearing your release.

"oh youre so pretty when you cum my love, makes me want to give you another one" rengoku said coming up to place a kiss on your temple

and indeed he does. plowing into you while saying the filthiest but sweetest things in you ear while your clawing at his back moaning his name so sweetly over and over asking for more.

meanwhile, uzui sat in the chair across the room hard as brick seeing you ger ravished by his bestfriend

he started to slowly undress himself and palm himself in his pants at the sight of the two of you. he grew harder in anticpation for his turn with you

He thought Kyojuro was too sweet. it made his teeth rot.

once you came for a second time kyojuro gave you some water to help your heavy breathing,

uzui got on the bed and sat you on top of him

"how are you feeling pretty girl?" he asked sweetly

"good, im doing ok" you answered back in between breaths

responding with a smile he gave you a deep kiss and slid you onto him

your little whines fueled him knowing he was slightly bigger than Kyojuro he smiled menacingly. He instructed you to bounce slowly but it you were having trouble taking him all at once.

"I need help" you moaned out

seeing your big doe eyes basically pleading for his help he gave you a kiss on your forehead and obliged.

he lifted your hips and started to thrust into you while kissing your neck and talking in your ear.

as he made you a member of the cream team for the 3rd time that night he laid you onto your chest rubbing your back trying to help steady your breathing

Kyojuro ran you a bath as you laid on your boyfriends chest.

"you alright angel? I know this could've been a lot for your first time with us" uzui asked sweetly

"yeah, just sleepy thats all." you responded with closed eyes and a very soft voice

He carried you bridal style to the bathroom where kyojuro was already there waiting for you two.

Placing you in the tub every so gently the two climbed in behind you and laid you on thier bodies

"thank you. for everything." you said softly

the bubbles were floating onto your body the water was warm and your two boyfriends were warmer and you fell asleep in their arms.

you could get used to this.

#demon slayer x black reader #demon slayer x black!reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x black!reader #kny x black reader #rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku x black reader #rengoku smut #uzui tengen x black reader #tengen smut #uzui tengen x reader #demon slayer smut #hot hot hot!

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sleepy-cat-maniac · 5 months

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The Confusion of dress codes

You know you have a constitutional right to keep and bear arms?

let me tell you a little something with the dress codes, it kinda violates this is you look at it a certain way "The Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution- A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed. Think about it "bear arms" The upper arm includes the shoulder as well as the area between the shoulder and elbow joint. Think about it more, why couldnt I show my shoulder blade in middle school? What about my right to bare arms, lol. (That was a small joke, bear and bare have different meanings-)

Some more bullshi, i found this photo on google.

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Im dead, these dress codes got me trippin. Dress codes are low-key greatly overexaggerated by school administrators and school officials, like there is no reason the dress codes should exist. Whos stupid idea was it anyway??????? Who made the dess code become a thing, what stupid idiots made the person that made the dress codes a thing, an idea???? 💀

Its a restriction on students self-identity honestly, it makes you unable to express yourself, restricts your right of freedom.

But im honest here, the high school im in doesnt really follow the dress codes. Well most of the teachers dont care, i believe my middle school was on top of it 24/7.

(o_o)

[(As a article says) ---But more recently, dress codes have come up as an equity issue after reports that Black students, girls, and LGBTQ students across the country are disproportionately affected by school dress codes. Some districts have imposed harsh punishments on those groups of students, including in- or out-of-school suspensions, for violations of dress codes. ]

honestly gimmie a list, ill name reasons why its a stupid bitc ah rule.

Dress codes specifically target clothes typically worn by woman and a few on guys which are only "cant wear sagging pants or muscle shirts" .. but i do have two questions for that. What if a GUY violates the dress code for girls? What if your trans, which way does the dress code turn? What if you have no gender, what then? What if you dont have any clothes besides clothes that violate the dress code, your basically making poeple spend money if thats the case. What if your insecure about the other clothes you have, what if your scared of not being "attractive"?

In middle school i used to enjoy wearing pj's to school, i felt cute and i personally love lounge clothes, it was then ruined by that dum ah dress code that doesnt make any sense. LIKE PLEASE HOW TO PJ'S DISTRACT, REVEAL ANYTHINGGGGGG. ITS JUST A CUTE FIT.

(ovo)

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ngl, u guys beat the system 😭

#dress codes #dumbification #im dumb #like 😭😭😭#I #am #im losing it

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littlegreenplumbob · 3 months

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People you'd like to get to know better - tag!

i got tagged in a tag by @calicosimgirl 😁😁 which is insane to me bc i consider myself just a little tumblr stalker who occasionally posts piccys of my sims. tysm💚 this is my first tag as im extremely new to actually frequently using tumblr so idk how to do these things so i really hope im right with how i do this

Last song you listened to:

safety pin by 5sos. i am obsessed with those guys<33 ive seen them live in concert once and i cant wait to do it again:)

also! blissful ignorance by foxhaunt. im seeing them at a gig in manchester next month after seeing them around on tiktok and this song? it just perfectly scratches my brain in all the right ways

Favourite colour(s):

green!!!! my irl nickname is littlegreengirl, i have green hair and the majority of my clothes are green. i just think its funky. i also wear a lot of black so i guess that too

Currently watching:

superstore! cant believe i never watched it before. and also the new disney+ percy jackson. i also love bad education, b99 and futurama. i am a chronic watch-till-youre-sick-of-it so anything ive seen before that i can just whack on and know its funny.

Last movie you watched:

percy jackson sea of monsters. ive been rereading the books and reigniting my passion, what can i say (even though i have thallasophobia weirdly)

Sweet/spicy/savoury:

savoury. bc i dont think there is anything better than gherkins 🤩🤩

Last thing you googled:

i think it was ‘average amount of teeth’ bc i was on facetime with my best friend and we fell into a rabbit hole of how many teeth people have. if youre wondering, i have 24 (and that is the least amount of teeth out of everyone ive asked???)

Currently working on:

i havent played my nsb save in a while since im back home from uni atm. i go bsck on sunday so im sure i will be back into sim mode the second i step foot on mancunian ground. ive been really interested in posting lookbooks as well, as soon as i figure out how to take ok quality photos and sort out my cc. but if youre talking physically working, im at work on my break rn and i have been slaying at making those big macs.

i fear i have exposed a lot of myself to some people who do not need to know this much about me. but i guess thats the point!!!! i think tags are very fun and if anyone wants to tag me in future ones, hell yea! lets see what other weird things i can google inbetween now and then

im not sure who else to tag as i mainly only follow cc creators haha - pls dont feel any pressure to respond or anything but id like to make friends on here:)

@mooneonthings @simfestation @fayethegray

#Spotify

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gadunkie · 10 months

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spiderverse 2 sucked shit and was performative twitter.com fuckery. hi reddit in this rant Im going to talk about why I think the second spiderverse movie gave me a queasy uneasy feeling after I left the theater. spoiler warning and all that.

Ive been seeing a lot of praise for this movie lately and a lot of fan stuff and while that is cool I think spiderverse 2 really doesnt deserve it. to me it feels like baffling performative bullshit where they checked off certain "woke" categories and forgot about everything else. Im bad at formulating rant posts so Im just gonna randomly bring up my feelings on certain things.

ok so first of all the number one thing that pissed me off was the in-movie dialogue of people telling miles, the first black spider-man, that he was never supposed to be spider-man in the first place. that is incredibly tone deaf, especially when the first movie's message was that anyone could be a hero, regardless of who you are. you could argue that this story beat is used to reinforce that message being that miles' reaction to that line is rejection and finding his own way to become spider-man after all. but thats stupid because, again, anyone could be a hero no matter what, even if theyre not supposed to be 'canonically' a spider-man. what this tells me is that theyre going for the same fucking message, again, but this time its padded out in 2 movies rather than the one that weve already seen.

second, and this one was much more brief, there was a disabled spider-man amidst the roster of the multiverse spider-mans whose only line of dialogue was making fun of their own disability. thats some travis mcelroy bullshit, I thought we were past the point of making disabled character's only personality being their disability. to me that was also incredibly tone deaf and just completely unneeded.

third, there was an Indian spider-man by the name Pavitr Prabhakar whose only personality was that he was Indian. of course theres nothing wrong with Indian culture or just being an Indian person, but to me its like if they had a Japanese spider-man and made them only talk about katanas and sushi. theres no way that indian people act like that and constantly boost about their own nation, it just rubs me the wrong way and makes them feel less human.

fourth, that "gwen is trans" shit is utter queerbait, I cant believe anyone is fucking falling for this shit. it literally infuriates me that I see fellow queer people look at the most basic off to the side decoration in a room / police officer's uniform and jump to the conclusion that what we are seeing is trans representation. like sure she could be trans! but it can also be read as her just being an ally, same with her father. "what ally has a trans flag in there room?" are you fucking kidding me? like are you being serious? hey heres famous content creator Ludwig, who is cis and has a trans flag in his room:

fucking anyone, literally anyone could have trans iconography anywhere in their house regardless of their gender. side bonus, heres how you can have a real confirmed trans character in your art without it being bait! - have them taking transition medication in a scene - have them wear gender affirming clothing, like chest binders - have them tell another character that theyre trans - have them literally look into the camera and say "Im trans." crazy how easy it is to do all of these things and yet gwen did none of it! dont fucking search for crumbs and pretend that its a feast.

fifth, theres a character called spider-punk who goes by Hobie and his entire character is being a punk and making fun of The Establishment™ and Capitalism™. I thought he was dumb because it just reminded me that anti-capitalism is just a form of entertainment now and not a real message to start a change.

sixth, there was so much fucking nostalgia pandering and repetitive dialogue. there were many scenes showing footage of older movies, cartoons, or real life actors that were only there to be pointed at the screen by audiences. next, the dialogue was so expository that any time miles' parents were on screen they would only talk about miles and how worried they were about him. I swear to god that 70% of spider-man 2099s dialogue was about his disturbed past and wanting to capture miles. at several times throughout the movie I thought "ok I get it" and hoped that were was something new to be seen in the next 5 minutes, which wasnt the case most of the time.

seventh, evil miles was fucking stupid. you cant just reveal such an easy counterpart villain and expect me to believe that he has any bearing on the story whatsoever. that shit was so laughably bad that I can easily imagine him getting defeated in the same old hero vs villain shit in the next movie. here let me have some fun and say that miles is going to do the most predictable "Im going to fix you to become good" trope only for evil miles to deny it and fuck off forever in some weird way.

anyway this post is already too fucking long so Im just gonna add personal peeves onto it because Im on a roll. I had a hard time paying attention to several fight scenes because they were mixing with too many visual styles, like the vulture scene at the beginning of the movie was too disorienting for me. I think there shouldve been subtitles, sometimes characters were inaudible for me and the audio mixing during some scenes didnt help either, unless there was a slow moment in the film I just couldnt understand what the characters were saying.

I thought the movie sucked so bad that what they got right in certain aspects (cast diversity, parent and child struggles, etc.) felt like nothing to me after how they treated the parts that Ive listed. its like they fucking checked off a Progressive Bingo Sheet and left everything else in the dust.

I left the theater disappointed and feeling worthless because all I felt was that these movies were just trying to sell me something and didnt push for a change like the first one did. what a fucking shit show.

conclusions. if you liked the movie, awesome Im glad, and you should decide for yourself how you feel about it and what it means to you. Im simply just putting my frustrations into a little text post because that is how I feel. Im not in charge of your enjoyment and you should decide that on your own regardless of my opinions. be responsible with your enjoyment.

but I wont, if you try to argue with me on any of these topics then Im blocking you forever and if you dare type "let people enjoy things" on my post then Im killing you,

#gadunka is fucking pissed

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hell-yeah-satanism · 7 months

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An overview on my relationship with my gods!

Note: what i say is my own experience and what i have learned from them, and feel free to correct me if im wrong, but i think my interpretation and information is correct, without further ado, heres the mythology on my gods

Fenrir, the norse god of chaos and “evil”

Fenrir was Born to loki, god of mischief And Angrboða the giantess with his two siblings hel, and the world serpent, he was destined to kill odin, but in turn he was destined to be killed by odins son, Víðarr, the gods feared and were terrified of him, due to his rapid growth, he was bound by chains at odins command, he shook the firsts ones off, then they made a stronger pair, he agreed to put them on after tyr made a bond, shaking them off again, then they made a unbreakable chain, fernrir wasn’t trusting of them, unsure of them he put them on, and when he tryed to brake free, he couldnt and the Æsir was taunting him and in a result of anger and betrayal he bit of tyrs hand, the one god he trusted, and in a result of them trying to stop him, they caused the one thing they didnt want him to do, he fulfilled the prophecy out of betrayal and anger, and proceeded to kill odin for revenge during ragnarok

The things I learned about him

He is not what they make him out to be, hes a genuinely nice deity, he only did what he had to, and wanted revenge for what happened, what they did to him was cruel and unnecessary, the “evil” was just what they saw, not who he was, he’s also very wise with his words from what he’s said to me, some of the quotes he’s given me is “don’t let others tell you who you are, when they don’t even know who you are” and “every rose has thorns, if people ignore them, stab them, they cant just take the rose without the thorns”

Things I associate with him

Crystals: bloodstone, obsidian, oplite, and jasper,

Alter peices: red candles, black alter cloth, the incense smell in the air

Feelings: the burning feeling you get when you stand up for yourself, the surge of adrenaline

Overview of my experience

So far hes been really nice to work with though chaotic, he is sweet, some of the stories i have from him:

he banged 8 times on the door two inches away from my face while sleeping, as a prank, and we had a laugh together

He switched my playlists while i was praying to him, and he rickedrolled me, and began laughing

He randomly appears, his energy being big, always startles me when he speaks, but we always laugh about it together

Short story: he’s not who people believe to be, he just wanted revenge for he was treated, and i relate to that, hence why we get along so well, hes not evil, just people make him out to be

Hail fenrir

Sorce:

#paganism #religion #norse paganism #fenrir #hail fenrir #norse gods #norse mythology

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kalopses-sonderes · 2 years

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Sonders YanTober Day 5

Me not You

Yandere! Lilac x Reader

warnings/tags: kidnapping, death, manipulation

You always felt like you’re not alone. You feel something or someones always watching you.

“You are just paranoid! I would never let that happen to you!” Your lover, Yogurt Cream, said.

“I mean, maybe? But I swear theres someone always watching, even when Im in the bathroom!”

“Enough with the jokes, this has been going on for months.” Yogurt Cream put his hand on his head and sighs.

“I…” you’re done trying to defend yourself. But you weren’t done trying to find out whos watching you. “Fine.” You walk off, back to your room.

While walking down the corridor, you still felt eyes on you. You look around, theres no one, all the doors are closed. “Who ever you are, just show yourself!” Of course, no one comes out, so you sigh and continue walking. The scent of lilacs lightly filling the air.

You knew of your lovers bodyguard, Lilac, but since Yogurt Cream is back home for the meantime. He let Lilac go of and do whatever he pleases. Ever since they’re been back, someone has been watching you. The scent of lilac can never seem to leave your nose. It just had to have been him! When you both met he was odd, whenever you were alone he kept saying something under his breath. He would always stare at you, no matters who’s around. Yogurt Cream just says ‘he just wants to protect you as much as me. I have many people after me, he wants to make sure they’re not after you to.’

During the night, the scent was stronger, like he was right next to you. The smell was the over whelming, your head felt like it was spinning and you were on the brink of passing out. Your heart began to beat faster and breathing felt harder. A cookies comes into vision and covers your mouth with a cloth.

“Where are they!?” Yogurt Cream yells as he runs out do your room. He expected to see you still asleep in bed, his schedule at home always starts with waking you up.

Lilac comes around the corner. “Lilac! Have you seen anyone odd in the castle? My love is gone!”

Lilac shakes his head, and seems to start a patrol of the castle. Yogurt Cream had everyone interrogated, but not his dear bodyguard, he set up poster around the city.

“I dont know what im gonna do if I cant find them.” Yogurt Cream sobbed.

“I promise sir we’ll find them.” One of the cookie servants said.

“Im back from setting up the posters.” Lilac said as he’s walking in.

“Well..” Yogurt creams wipes his eyes. “We’ll continue the search in the morning… I just hopes they’re alright.”

“You’re finally awake..” You heard a voice say.

you slowly open your eyes, you cant move your arms nor legs, and your laying on the floor. You’re in what looks like an abandoned building. The walls are yellow with black mold spreading across them. The carpet is torn up in certain spots. “Wha- What happened?”

“You’re tied up, thats all you need to know.” Lilac walks closer to you, leaning down to be closer to you. “You’re a waste of my time so I’ll make this short. You are not worthy of Yogurt Cream.”

“What are you talking about?!” You always believed you were a good lover to Yogurt Cream.

“He needs someone that will always he there for him, your just here, i dont know what he sees in you..” Lilac grips your chin and forces your head up. “Just stop trying while your ahead.”

“How could you! He trust you so much!-” Lilac drops your head and it hits the hard floor, you grown in pain.

“Exactly, he trust me but chose you..” Lilac, walks across the room, metal clinks, he walks back.

He drops the items in front of your face, its his chakrams.

“I will make this quick and painless, Im feeling merciful..”

“Sir Lilac! Sir Lilac!” A servant cookie came running to find Lilac throughout the manor.

“hm?”

“Sir Yogurt Cream needs you!”

Like the flash, he was gone to go find Yogurt Cream in a second.

Lilac walked into Yogurt Creams room. Yogurt Cream is holding a piece a paper, hes sobbing worse than he did.

“Lilac….Th-they’re gone..” Yogurt Cream say between sobs. “They found their body this morning..”

Its alright, Lilac will always be there for him..

#sonders yantober #Crk #crk #cookie run x reader #yandere cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run ovenbreak #yandere cookie run #yandere x reader #yandere lilac cookie #lilac x reader #yandere lilac x reader

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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im seeing so many asks on your account about the corrupting ernst thing i sent so im gonna keep it going for the people: obviously you’re both head over heels for another and completely oblivious. and what if one day, ernst pulls you aside after sunday service and asks you to stop by later that evening because he has something he’d like to discuss with you. and you, being clueless, think maybe he’s gonna ask for extra help next week at mass or something, but either way you agree and show up back at the church that night. you’re knocking on the door of ernst’s little attachment house and he answers it and he nearly knocks the air out of your lungs bc he’s got on just black pants and a black tshirt, and it almost makes you feel guilty seeing him in anything other than his clerics clothes. he invites you in and offers you a drink of water and you can see he’s kinda on edge and awkward and he just beats around the bush for a while, making pointless small talk bc he doesnt have the guts to tell you why he actually asked you over. but the guilt of his sin is eating him alive and he chokes down the fear and just says it

“i’m afraid that, while i have certainly enjoyed your company and help around the church all this time, it has… lead me to develop certain feelings… for you. feelings that shouldn’t be there. and i know that even though you’ve not known about my feelings, i felt that i had to… sincerely apologize to you for my…. sins.”

you cant even comprehend what he says at first. it doesnt even register. and when you dont say anything, ernst gets scared that he really fucked up by telling you. maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, at least you wouldn’t know that he’s been longing after you. and he starts to scramble to apologize, to make some excuse as to why he said what he said. but you cut him off with a quiet “reverend.” and he stops dead. and your face feels like it’s on fire. “i need to confess my sins too. i’ve had the same…. feelings. i uh… i’ve thought about you in a way someone shouldn’t think about their pastor. and i need to apologize for it as well.” and poor ernst, he cant believe what he just heard. and after he takes a second to understand, he starts to ramble about why neither of you can act on those feelings, why it’s sinful, why you’ll probably have to spend less time together. but the whole time he’s talking, you find yourselves moving closer to each other, almost like you have no control over your feet. and you stop just inches from one another and ernst has started trailing off, not really sure what he’s saying. you both start leaning in towards each other and hes towering over you, looking right into your eyes and he’s whispering, “we cant do this..” and you whisper back “no we cant” right as he’s finally, finally kissing you hard like you’ve been thinking about ever since you first saw him. and one thing leads to another and that’s how you find yourself thrown onto his bed with his head between your thighs and you whispering his name through tears

Y E S 😤👌

#i love it #Ernst Toller #First Reformed #Ernst Toller headcanons #First Reformed headcanons #Ernst Toller x Reader #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke headcanons #persephone answers

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bamboozled-distress · 2 years

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MY MAURADERS HEADCANONS PART TWO BC IM QUEER IM TRANS AND IM BROWN AND IM PUSHING THE DESI JAMES AGENDA

dorcas and regulus bonded over their stupid but hot significant other (bonus bc theyre both enemies to lovers soooooo)

james wears this (below pic) to their hogwarts grad to piss off racists (sirius wears a matching one in black to support his best bro and they convince remus and peter to have a matching dabata (the scarf that the guy has draped on his arm) so they all have the same dabata))

james and remus got into a fist fight once (do not ask me why or how all i know is that it happened and remus won)

alice, sirius and reg have super fuckin long eyelashes

one time remus and sirius were making out and sirius for some god forsaken reason kisses remus with mouth and just blew into his mouth to see if remus face would look like a little pufferfish (it worked)

regulus can not whistle for the l i f e of him and the only person aware of this is remus

remus reads while he's on the toilet

frank is a pool pisser

alice cant believe she fell in love with a pool pisser

mary has a single tattoo that just says boop

pandora has a bunch of tattoos of different shapes on her arms

regulus and sirius are really fucking good at soccer

and finally on james wedding (with lily or reggie) he convinces his significant other to be the one brought down the isle and in his traditional indian clothes he is brought down but instead he's carried by the marauders, his friends and family as he's sitting atop while traditional Bollywood music is playing and he's doing a little dancey dance

im sorry if youre not brown and i didnt explain this very well just desi james potter is my favorite thing a s a desi brown queer

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levmada · 2 years

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Canal pt.5: Waves

work summary » You think the greatest feat of your career is upon you when a mythical creature is stolen from the sea and thrust into your life—then, stubbornly, into your heart.

You both learn there is more to each other than circumstances, and appearances, let on—until an accident threatens to tear you apart. Soon, both of your fates depend on defending everything you’ve worked to build, or setting him free.

ch.summary: There was no going back now from your choice—but with no regrets.

Hange makes a request of Levi, and Levi suggests an alternative to a life on the run.

content/warnings: letting go of grief, Levi knows Latin, virginity loss, cum-eating, monsterfucking, oral (f!receiving), knotting, multiple orgasms, saying goodbye, breeding/mating, praise, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S OVER

wc: 10.2k

a/n: ahhhhh here it is!!! didn't take a whole month after all. im very happy to be done tho im gonna miss writing for this series. mer levi is just :((

i cant decide, again, if i did the ending justice, so i thank @poisonpeche for beta-reading for me!! youre fucking amazing

previous part・work masterpost・

By the time the first week had come and passed, you were accustomed to the nonstop, subtle tossing motions eating and sleeping on Dad’s houseboat entailed. In fact you learned, as you once had, to find comfort in the chaos.

For much of that week, while Levi, upon your strictest insistence, was in hiding, you dusted the boat top to bottom and did your best to restore it to its previous glory.

Today, you were sat cross-legged on the (now again) white deck, swiping your flowery shawl down the edges of the picture frame. The picture of you and Dad.

The glare off the photo itself would have been excruciating on a sunny day, but it was mercifully overcast. You had sustained some sunburn the day previous fishing for food in lieu of going home for some, in lieu of showing your face anywhere for the past week.

The reason wasn’t for caution alone, although that would have been as good a reason as any for you. The more days that passed, the more Hange’s voice crackled through your radio to let you know the situation.

As they predicted, Levi was presumed to have escaped and you, dead. For the loss of such a “distinguished researcher”, as Hange put it, your work received a huge boost in funding. No dismantling, no trial, no accusations had you returned empty-handed.

But the silence today was excruciating.

It was such a stupid reason not to see the boat, you and Hange’s weird falling-out. To the point where it wasn’t a reason at all.

In every room, you had smelled Dad. Reminders hit you over the head. In the closets were his old clothes, in the kitchen his old dishes, his old knickknacks. On the second day, you had stood in the hush of the little dining room, bracing your arms on the table, chest shuddering and threatening tears.

I miss you, you thought, your forefinger ghosting the photograph. It was your 8th grade science project of a model tsunami, you in goggles and a little labcoat looking as awkward as a preteen does next to Dad. His arm was draped around you, shooting the camera a proud thumbs-up.

No, your reluctance was never about Hange.

It’s fitting someone as impossible as Levi would have you do the impossible itself: facing the ugly, twisted past.

“Hey.”

You jerked up straight and whirled your head back, blinking wildly.

Levi was more sun-kissed than you had ever seen him, soaked black bangs parted evenly and a severe glitter on the blue scales decorating his high cheekbones. They reflected the smoky blue in his eyes.

He was beautiful.

His lips pressed. “Are you just going to just look at me? Can’t I come back yet? For thirty miles I found no boats.”

You should have known he would always be close by.

Like a shot, you advanced on your hands and knees to the stern and all but ran him over. The awkward embrace had his face stuffed against your sternum, but he did hug back… before wriggling away and pushing himself upward to sit with you.

“Levi!”

“Give me a real one,” he said—you gaped stupidly; had his lips always been so pink, his face so pretty?—before tugging on your shirt and bringing you right in his arms.

You sagged into the embrace, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. His skin was slick, but warm like an oven.

You had forgotten how safe Levi’s touch, his voice alone made you feel—like a wall around your heart that protected rather than defended. It had only been a week, and yet you were on the brink of breaking and hadn’t even realized.

If Levi had gone to the refuge in the end… you didn’t know what you would have done. Oh, thank god.

A careful hand, mindful of his sharp talons, rubbed your back in slow circles. He chirped a little, feeling the thin, satiny fabric of your shawl. Spring flowers littered it all over in patterns.

You smiled through your blurry vision of the picture frame clasped over his shoulder. “I need to cut those.”

“Yes.” Levi didn’t move. “There’re lots of things you need.”

There was the matter of basic amenities and food once the canned stuff and backup supplies on the ship wore themselves down thin. The matter of money, and less than that at the moment, the work you still, stubbornly, set your heart on.

But also.

“I can check one thing off that list,” you chuckled, and Levi squeezed you tighter. So much so you were forced to practically keel in his arms, your leg near-straddling his tail.

“...Me as well,” he murmured. “Don’t make me do that again.”

Reluctantly, you wriggled back and press your lips to his, a kiss Levi leaned into the moment they brushed. You tasted salt, and more faintly, veggies.

“Want me to make you tea?” you asked against his lips.

Levi nosed your cheek. “I want to know how you are.”

“...Perfect to discuss over tea.”

He gave you a little snuffle, but agreed in the end.

Inside the kitchen, it took some deliberation for you to hold onto the picture frame for Levi to see. It would mean quite a lot to him, you were sure, and you were tired of running while quite literally running from the law. Or, sailing.

Levi was seated further up on the stern, the lower half of his tail idling lazily in the water when you returned with two hydroflasks. He lit up, or maybe it was the tea he took into his hands as soon as he was in reaching distance.

“I’ve been, thinking. Thinking about a lot of things,” you settled, cross-legged beside him. “Mostly Dad. And how—” you faltered, struck by how Levi might feel. “—how… I don’t regret what we did. I regret making you leave, though.”

“...Don’t regret anything,” he replied, shifting, almost squirming. He was much more awkward than before; you had to wonder just what that time away did to him.

“What about you?” you asked softly, thumbing the photograph in your lap. “How did the week treat you?”

He scowled. “Repeat.”

“You said you went thirty miles.”

“I’ve felt…” Then he stalled, took your hand, and pressed it to his cheek, which was humid and clammy to an unnatural amount.

He had been sick.

“I could be without you,” he stammered, looking away. “I could. But I’d rather not.”

“Me too,” you replied, before he could scarcely close his mouth. You leaned in, and pressed your foreheads together. “Levi. I want to stay with you.”

His eyes searched yours fervently. “You never left.”

You felt, in that moment, you could tell him the way you felt, but the way he pulled away spoke otherwise. Instead, he nodded to your lap. “You’ve been thinking of him.”

“Mhm. You wanna…?”

Like the precious thing it was, Levi took it from your lap, holding it by its edges.

With a tiny snort, he tilted his head. Was that a smile on his face…?

“It’s not funny,” you argued weakly. “I was just a kid.”

“Your kid-ness makes it funny.” Then he tapped Dad’s visage, just softly. “You look like him.”

Indiscriminately, your throat tied itself in knots. “You think so?”

Nod. “I remember. Even when he was older.”

Reverently, he handed it back to you, and licked into the straw to drink his tea. He made a happy humming sound, low in his throat.

You leaned your head on your palm. “I’ve been a little bored, too. I wanna work, but I was thinking, if things could just blow over, I could write papers. What do you think?”

“I think you’re the most stubborn human on earth,” he replied candidly. “Just wait. The future… is uncertain.”

You returned his conflicted expression with worry. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve put you in danger, but I want to rectify that. It’s a matter of your own feelings about your home.”

“My home…?”

The radio beside you buzzed to life. Through the fuzz, Hange said your name. “I have an uppdatteee!”

You give Levi a kiss on the cheek before plucking it up and tugging the antenna for reception. He chirps and leans forward. Between smiles, ruffling his hair while he snuggles your shoulder, you said, “Levi came back. What’s going on?”

“Things are cooling down on my end. At home, I mean. I mean you can’t get away with getting any of your things and you probably can’t ever come back—” they take a big breath, their voice ending on a strained high note, “—but no one’s after your little boat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I’d stay in international waters if you can. Levi?”

Levi perked up. After flicking your hand away, he pressed the button. “Glasses.”

“So…” Hange seemed reluctant. “I was going to say something before, but didn’t. I’ve decided, since you’re going to be around: Keep them safe,” they sighed. “I’m definitely not your favorite person in the world, but they probably are. Know what I mean?”

Levi’s frown matched your own as he took the radio outright, and spoke laughably close to it. “Don’t be a gull. I.” His eyes shot demurely to yours. “Even if I had other plans, I—had no other intentions. Now tell me where they can eat.”

You snorted despite yourself, your heart tender. The two of them… You couldn’t have been more thankful. The only reason Erwin had been much more scarce in his transmissions was the danger of it all; you knew how he felt, too.

Hange spoke of a coastal market a few hours’ trip from your current location. That seemed as good a place as any to eat, and bathe.

“Talk to you soon, hon’,” Hange said.

You smiled. “Will do, Hans.”

You ended the transmission, and quirked a brow at Levi. “You wanna go to a lagoon with me…?”

He deadpanned. “Obviously.”

Your groceries of all kinds, mostly fresh fruits and canned goods, sat aboard Dad’s docked houseboat while you and Levi coddled each other in the nearby lagoon. A sharp click broke the air with every one of his nails you trimmed.

Even though you were nude, Levi, faced towards you with his tail bent, kept his hands to himself.

“I wish there was some way you could come aboard with me,” you hummed. Click.

Levi seemed thoughtful. “I’ve never been on a boat. Make a pool.”

Ironic.

“I bet there’s lots of things you haven’t tried. How about apples? Ooo—” Click, “—zucchini?”

“No,” he murmured, slightly perturbed. “Zucchini… Sounds like Latin.”

You giggled. You couldn’t help it. “You know Latin?”

“Semper fidelis.” (Always faithful)

“Wow,” you murmured, nibbling on your lip. He spoke it like scripture. “Levi, I know Latin.”

“That’s why I didn’t say something more embarrassing,” he scoffed, but you could have sworn a little smile sat on his face, complimented by the sunrays above.

When his nails were done, you tucked the clippers on your bag off to the side. Levi watched you all the way until your lips met.

“Have to be quiet,” you whispered.

A hot tongue swept over your pulse point, vibrated by a deep hum. “What else could we be mistaken for doing—you, and a mer?”

“Yeah, well,” you breathed, guiding his hand down. “I’m—I’m naked.”

His rough palm swallowed one of your pillowy tits in time for him to murmur, “And I’m not?”

You sighed at the squeeze. It dissolved into a gasp as his thumb applied pressure, taking your hardening nipple in circles. Like an electric shock to your core. “Oh. Levi.”

“I know that feels good.” With one webbed hand, he held your neck, and nosed the other side. “You smell…” He buried his nose there. “...irresistible.”

Only he would have said something like that with such meaning.

You scoffed softly, planting his hand directly on your chest. If you leaned in any more, you’d drop into a straddle over his… lap.

“What do I smell like, hm? Seaweed?”

His teeth sank in, both hands falling to push your tits together. Your breaths grew heavy.

“Levi.”

He moaned into the bright mark he’s leaving, and lapped at it to soothe.

He whispered in your ear, “Even if you hadn’t told me, I can smell how sweet you are. Like a virgin.”

Poorly-hid shivers wracked you. A virgin. He made a clean word sound so dirty.

If he has a sarcastic quip in mind, you don’t want to hear it. You pull away, gaping at his eyes, dilated to resemble coal.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” You mold your lips together, your thumb encircling his soft pink nipple.

He grunts, a long breath filling his chest.

“This is how I touch you, right?” you murmured, hot lips sliding together. “Teach me.”

Levi hummed, reserved, and trailed your hand downward. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed, but earnest. “Keep going.”

Down under a shallow amount of water, you gasp swiftly to find a short line, soaked in a thick way despite the water. Tracing it with your pointer finger drags a gasp out of him.

“Fucking—” Levi’s eyes rolled back, abandoning your chest entirely to hold onto your waist. “Put it inside. Now.”

The sudden shift in power balance enthralled you. You barely dipped it instead, not as shocked to find it scathing hot, and licked into his parted lips. “What about a ‘please’?”

“You’re one to talk, sweetheart.” Levi’s palm slid up your thigh and squeezed, just faintly. “I’ll make you beg before you ask that of me.”

“W-We’ll see.”

Curse your stutter.

Rough fingertips wandered further upward until his thumb dipped past your lips, pulling a harsh gasp from you, jaw dropping. That thumb sweeps back and forth, a constant pressure to your clit.

“Mm.”

You parted your thighs outright, chasing a fleeting touch. “Levi—”

“Here.”

The next thing you knew, he was dragging your bottom lip down and dipping his thumb inside. You licked instinctively, only to find his tongue meshing with it as well. They brushed around his cum-slathered thumb.

You watched his dark eyes flutter. “You taste good.”

You turned hot, positively flustered, and lurched forward to swap tongues until you fell in a straddle across his lap. If he wanted to act like that, you could reciprocate.

Two of your fingers dipped past his slit, and finger in and out. Hot breath basked your face, brought on by a beautiful, tiny whimper as you dipped deeper and brushed something fleshy, round and hard.

“Fuck!” Levi gasped, in a tone you’ve never heard from him. Beyond your closed eyes, you find a new color glowing blue, and, confused, you open them to find a beautiful sight: the scales decorating his cheeks hold an ethereal glow, glittering down his neck.

He looked down, as if stung. “It’s—It’s a display. Don’t look.”

You gaped, your fingering picking up proper thrusts. “Make me.

“What am I touching—” Fingers brush that round growth again, “—here?”

“Me,” he breathed. The red on his cheeks compliments the beautiful blue glow. “How about you lay down so I can taste you properly?”

You pinned your lip between your teeth. If he was aroused enough, you knew it would slip out. “If you let me do the same to you.”

“Hah. I doubt it’d compare.”

“That’s your opinion.”

In the shallow portion of the pool, where pure water bled onto your belly and swallowed your calves, Levi made a place with one of your towels, set up between your legs. The very first thing he did, for all his lust, was kiss your belly, dragging his tongue downwards.

“Hah.” Your eyes float closed, clit throbbing. “Levi.”

He growled at the mention of his name and pressed his tongue flat. Through his open mouth, his hot breath beated down on your cunt as it slipped between, and slides up.

A moan was torn from the top of your throat. This, you had never felt before, not ever. His tongue was heavy and searing hot, probing your clit in long sweeps.

“Put your fingers in,” you begged.

He groaned into your pussy.

“Levi.”

“Changed my mind.” He nuzzled the warm crease between your thigh and your cunt, two fingers sliding up, down, then dipping in. He watches with fascination, licking his lips. “You’re a peach. A sweet thing gushing for me.”

You clapped your hand over your mouth, whimpering strained as his two fingers curled.

His hot mouth smeared back on your pussylips, kissing in the same way you were swapping tongues minutes before.

You didn’t know how he did it, but you were gone. Your hand fell down to his hair, hips rolling up.

Levi surprised you when he moaned. You didn’t think he’d like to be yanked around until he squeezed your thighs and his lapping turned rapid

“I thought you said quiet?” he spoke into your clit. Hands venture up and down your thighs all over, squeezing them around his head. “I love these pretty legs.”

You gasped as he actually bit, working the fat of your thigh into his mouth.

Levi took your brief helplessness to his advantage and bent your knee over his shoulder. The angle changed, and your toes curled just as Levi’s fingers did the same. Your pussy squeezed.

“I’m gonna come,” you whimpered over your squelching cunt. Your head fell back, back lifting. “Levi Levi Levi...”

Levi’s tongue pushed up against your clit, those fingers hammering in and out. “Come.”

When you came, it was being thrown up into the clouds, crying out your ecstasy, and breaking out into blind thrashing. Levi held and lapped and fucked you through a climax hard enough to blank, stars flashing, pussy quivering tight to hug his fingers.

His mouth is unrelenting to your clit, suctioning to milk you for all you’re worth. It was animalistic, even, primal in the way he barely slowed when your shivers dissolved into squirms.

You squeezed his hair and gave it a tug. “It’s so—” you tossed your head from side to side, “—fuck it’s too much.”

“...Mm. Poor thing.” Reluctantly, Levi looked up, licking his lips in a comical way, if it wasn’t for the haze settling into your bones. “Are you still intent on making me beg?”

You pinned your tongue between your teeth and took his glowing features in both your hands. The color hadn’t calmed down at all. In fact, you thought it had gotten brighter.

“You’ve been a good boy; I don’t think so.” You nodded towards his eyes, having widened a fraction. “Lay right here.”

You switched places, following around in a straddle over his tail.

Levi raised it, urging you closer to meet him in a searing kiss. The hand behind yourself stroked into his slit, causing his chest to rise, while your free hand scooped up one of his pecs and rubbed.

Your lips smacked, and he growled like an animal; you were nearing the end of his patience.

“This is how I do it, right?” you teased, only to be reeled in by a hand diving in your hair.

You shuffle back as far as the bend of his tail allowed, your soft hands following down hard, packed muscle to his slit. It was even more slick than his scales.

Dipping a finger in stilled Levi’s parting lips. You yourself were surprised to feel him, his cock swell forth from his slit and slap his belly.

Levi squeezed your hip as his cock was fully revealed to you, visibly throbbing and glowing with copious amounts of cum oozing from its round head. It was actually blue, brilliantly hued given how worked up he was because of you.

“...Touch me.” He kissed your shoulder. “Turn that science-brain off.”

“It’s been off. I haven’t seen one before, period,” you drawled, breathless.

“Now you have.”

Levi’s slippery hand guided yours in a tight fist around his base, following up and down.

His blush turned darker. As if in response to that, his mouth took to your neck with a high-pitched sigh.

“Feels good?” you asked lightly, knowing the answer.

Levi grunted. His hand left his cock and squeezed your thigh. “...Don’t stop.”

Enamored, you ran your thumb up along a particularly firm vein, to his slit. At the lightest dip, he groaned, cum oozing over your fingers. It was wet enough to squelch, which you took to your advantage to move faster.

You bowed your head, and suckled his nipple into your mouth. At his approving moan, low and cut at his poor attempts to hide it, you hummed. It felt good to make him feel good.

“Levi,” you murmured, and tilted your hips. “Do you want this?”

His hand on your jaw brought your lips to his in a short peck. “Don’t. Just.” His hips canted up, flopping the water. “Don’t stop.”

You were surprised, but accepted the boundary, and his growing shudders, for what it was.

“Can I do this…?” You angled his cock so your cunt slotted in with his thick girth, and rolled your hips back and forth.

Levi’s jaw dropped with an airy whimper. “It’s hot. It’s too hot.” His eyes rolled back as his hips jerked sharply, making you both gasp. “Ngh. Sweetheart.”

That was all he could say, and you loved it.

Also hot was his breath that hit your lips, and his cheeks when you pressed together. Just right, the ridges of his cockhead kissed your clit with every upwards stroke, so you grinded closer until your chests were pressed right up against each other in a faster and faster rhythm.

“I’m close, s’close, keep, don’t stop. Don’t dare fucking stop.”

That was as close to begging as you could want, because white-hot waves were rising in you as well. With one hand, you reached behind and buried two fingers inside your cunt, using the other to guide his swollen cock through your cunt. Levi held you, and held you.

“I’m gonna come, too,” you breathed, back arching. “Oh, oh—”

“Yeah, there you go, come,” Levi moaned. “Good girl. Good sweet girl.”

His words and your curling fingers had you shaking against him while Levi grunted, his rhythm turned choppier.

The next time you were aware of damn-near anything, he was panting, the light off his scales bluer than ever. He grunted your name in warning.

“Levi,” you breathed, “Levi, please.”

“Mm—” He squeezed you impossibly tight when he came, shooting ropes of cum to your chest and his, head whipped back, features drawn blissed and slack. “Yeah, yeah yeah—”

Your lips slid down his jaw as he moaned, long and low. In your hand, his cock visibly twitched and rose until the last of his load oozed over your knuckles.

He came down with meager little jerks of his hips until all was softly silent, save for his tail swishing the water in slow, lazy flops. The crooning noise he made, muffled in your neck, made you smile as you caught your breath.

In the aftermath, Levi briefly let you go so you could wash off in the deeper end. You didn’t know quite how he did it, so you kept an eye out for him while he recovered. It seemed like whenever he was finished, his sex retracted back into the slit again.

Interesting.

“Quit analyzing me,” he scoffed in your direction. “Perverted of you.”

“Interested,” you corrected him with a well-meaning smirk.

“Worse.”

“I think it’s all good.”

Once you had properly wrapped your soaps back up and tucked them into your satchel, you drifted back over to him. He wasted no time in wrapping his arm around your waist.

Something was eating at you. After his comment back on the boat about “the future”, you decided to ask. “Was there a specific reason you didn’t want to—” you felt your cheeks heat, “—ya know.”

Levi blinked doelike at you. “Yeah. There was. Knot.”

Knotting, Levi went on to explain, was an unavoidable part of the mating ritual within his species. It happened in some mammals, but your lips parted—you hadn’t expected that.

“I don’t think I’d.” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. “I wouldn’t say no.”

Also considering that wide difference, your species, it would be impossible to produce a child, or so you thought. Levi made a face at the mention.

“No. But that’s not why I’m telling you now. It’s not smart as long as your future’s uncertain.”

“Why?”

Above, a seagull crooned, and you tugged your towel tighter against your chest.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you said.

Levi cleared his throat. “What does Glasses like to call what I am? A legendary creature?”

“Myths,” you caught on. “You’re saying some myths are true.”

“I don’t know every one. But some myths…” His tale flopped. “It’s mythical, for sure.”

The more he dodged the topic, the more you wanted to take a notepad and begin to write. Just because you were, for all intents and purposes, fired, didn’t leave you any less curious.

“You want to escape your land-seekers,” Levi said, more to the water below than you. “There’ve been stories. Mers who fuck landpeople, and those landpeople end up different. To an extent. It depends on what you want.”

Different, as in, transformed. Your eyes lit up. “How the hell does that work? I have to know.”

“Why do I glow?” he retorted, a scowl in his brow. “I don’t ask; I do.”

Reality, eventually, did catch up with you, along with what Levi was implying.

It was possible for you to become half-mer.

“But, isn’t that the best of both worlds?”

“We would be bonded,” he rebutted. “Connected without chance of tearing.”

Obviously, this conversation made him uncomfortable. He shifted, almost a squirm. “Consider it marriage.”

Thin-lipped, you watched the water for a while and the sunlight glittering off it, feeling the sun beat down on your back—stewing. A sort of helplessness lifted your belly up, but the idea of Levi set you right again. Levi, doing that to you; Levi, the one by your side.

“You’d scarcely worry about them again. Maybe…” He detested the idea of setting up your future for you. “You could remain close, but that’s your decision. If not, your life is fear, but you keep your landfeet. I won’t choose for you.”

You nodded, but a little late for him. He leaned forward and touched your cheek, head tilted. Shining greys searched your own.

“It’s your decision, remember,” he said. “I plan to stay.”

“Stay,” you echoed.

That, at least, was one decision easily made.

Levi looked like a model out of a summer magazine, the way he was posed on his belly, hands propping up his chin and tail bent—with one exception. As you hopped down from the rickety dock and joined him on a shallow inlet of sand, you withdrew the little aluminum foil ball from your satchel, and threw it. He launched up on his haunches to snatch it midair, causing you to throw your head back, you laughed so hard.

The daggers in Levi’s glare were palpable as you plopped down on a towel. Your shorts would be ruined anyway, sand has been inescapable, but you would get used to it.

His mean look is momentary; it fades as he bats the tightly-packed ball in his hands. It had always been one of his favorites.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, popped it lightly in the air, and caught it when it dropped back down.

You nodded in the direction of the boat. Matilda sang loud and bright inscribed across the side again. “Thank you for cleaning the sides.”

“Mm, it looks like someone actually lives in it again. I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether that’s a positive or not.”

A few more months past leaving, you would like to think it is. But these days, you need to dock just to save research you had typed up, much less send the documents to Hange to be published. Anonymously, of course.

You leaned over and gave Levi a soft kiss before maneuvering onto your back and opening your laptop lid. Beside you, he shifts, and a dark shadow suddenly waves overhead; he was shading you with his tail.

“Thank you, Lev’,” you murmured, unmistakably fond.

“It’s a hot day on a nowhere beach,” he grumbled. Crinkling could be heard behind his tail. “‘Course I’m doing it. You’ll go up in flame otherwise.”

“We’re here because this is the only place I can get WiFi,” you said distractedly.

Levi sounded out the word. “Why-…Fly.”

“Wi-Fi. Internet. The worldwide web and all that.”

Levi didn’t reply, so you rolled your head back and peered around his tail to find his fingers linked in a wiggly web shape.

A laugh escaped you. Cute.

You reached for your bag. “Here, take this. I should be expecting something from Hange soon.”

Your radio was snatched without another word.

You wondered if your paper made it to Hange. At best, you only got two or three bars out here, and it was possible that it had gotten lost in, indeed, the web.

The radio poured static atop Levi’s chest. Not long after, you heard, “Who and what.”

“Why, it’s me of course!” Hange’s jubilant voice rang out of the speaker. “You must be out of water, Levi. What’s up?”

“What? It's the sky, idiot.”

That’s enough fun. You pushed your laptop off your lap and leaned around to capture the radio, which Levi allowed with a thick chirp.

With you on the line, it was down to business. Hange informed you that they had in fact received the paper by some miracle, and that they were on the way with your things.

A feeling both blue and golden unfurled in your chest; longing, sadness, and victory. You were grateful.

“What have you two been up to?”

Levi leaned up, ball in hand, his tail unceremoniously flopping on the sand and whooshing a yellow cloud out towards the shore. “Being a subservient umbrella for this brat.”

“Ah-ah-ah,” you interrupted. “Hange, he volunteered to be the umbrella. He thought I would ‘catch on fire’,” you quoted, snorting like a little kid. “How are you?”

“God, you two are adorable,” they cackled. “I’ll see you soon.”

You bid them a brief goodbye, but that conversation—

You flopped on your back again, frowning. Hange must not have been doing well at all. Selfishness made a home in you.

Levi rolled over to face you, dusting off sand caking his arm with a glare. “They didn’t answer your question.”

“I know.”

He frowned. “They have a lot to feel shitty about. I’ll give them that.”

“I know,” you groaned, squinting up at the sky. In the future, would things get better than this?—How likely was it really that you and Hange would have your Friday dinners ever again? Let alone on that barge in your hometown.

You wouldn’t have died from loneliness. Sometimes your thoughts carried you on a whimsical wind towards charting the world’s oceans with Levi by your side, and pursuing your work along with him. Effortlessly flashing your old badge at a person in a lab coat and getting your hands on some scuba equipment; having Levi try linguini; gliding along a blue whale’s back while Levi swam circles around it; absorbing the ocean’s vast secrets without the stress of notoriety that went with it—

You loved that life. Maybe waking up with him in your window was a good start.

But none of these ideas included Hange.

You got lost in thought. Suddenly a shadow is cast over you, Levi, who flicked your cheek a little.

“Do you need to talk?” he asked, earnest.

Do you want to talk about it?

“...I’m, scared,” you admitted. A trial in itself. “Of losing Hange.”

Levi regarded your frown with a deeper one.

In your mind, it was entirely possible, but he shook his head. “They like you too much.”

“Circumstances may not agree,” you murmured.

“Feelings don’t listen to circumstance. Loss...” He clicked his tongue. “No. When Kenny left me, I felt the way that I still do, but it’s an older feeling.”

You quieted. Levi seldom ever spoke about such things, and you intended to give him your full attention, and then some.

“He never intended to stay,” Levi went on quietly.

You waited, asked gently, “Why would anyone not wanna stay with you?”

Levi didn’t respond at first; he had his thinking face on. Eventually his forearms settled outside your shoulders, where he laid, deep in thought.

“...Our feelings differed, I guess,” Levi answered after your eyes had closed. “He taught more than was family. Taught strength. And once I was fit, or too hopeless to teach any more, that was it.”

“Oh, Levi,” you sighed, and put a hand in his warm hair. He leaned into it like a cat.

He cleared his throat, his head shifting to your chest. “My point is that you and Hange have mutual feelings. Circumstances won’t break a bond like that. Feelings get old, but they never die.”

Right on time, the rumbling of wheels on sand took over the inlet. Hange’s brownish, topless Jeep showed up in a wave of sand that missed you and Levi by mere feet. It was full of your stuff.

“Howdy!” they shouted, cranked the Jeep off, and stooped over the windshield. “Long time, no see!”

You jumped up, only to be nearly knocked over by the hug they tackled you with. Laughing, they reached down and patted an interested-looking Levi on the head, to which he scoffed and batted them away.

“Glasses,” he greeted.

“Mm.” Hange pushed said glasses up on their nose. “Let’s get packed, shall we?”

You joined them up on the dock; merciless work. A whole dune climbed up between your boat and the car while Levi (and that ball) retreated to wash off, leaving you and Hange alone.

Or you wish you were. You went back and forth in perfect sync, to the point that you never met in the same place, so for one round you waited, pretending to look over the boxes until they were forced to approach.

When they did, you grabbed their arm. “Gonna tell me what’s up with you?” you asked, innocently enough.

They tried to wave their hand, trying to be casual, but you knew better. You shot them an unimpressed look. “I’ve known you long enough to tell.”

You left the meaning of that up to them to decipher.

“...It’s what’s been up,” they got out in a long, hard breath. “I’m talking to a dead person. Not your fault,” they were quick to add. “But I may or may not have attended your funeral the other day—I mean, not going would’ve been suspicious—and it was sad as hell, okay?”

They waved again. “Of course, I still see you, so I don’t know what’s gotten into me! Aren’t I being crazy?”

“No, wait.” Your jaw stammered. “Things are… strange now. We have to be further apart. It’s. Hard.”

Your voice was already straining. Hell.

You shook your head at their frown. “Hange, I’m…”

“You know I’ll see you again someday,” they said, just above a whisper. “And more than once.”

“I know.” You swallowed.

But this feels so final.

You went for it. You cupped the back of their head and brought them into your arms. “...Love ya, Hange. See you later.”

That was better. See you later was always better than goodbye.

“Yeah.” They sounded just as fragile. Then firmer, “Yeah, yes,” before they pulled back and patted your cheek. “Enough tears... Wanna round up Levi and make sand castles?”

You grinned, unashamed. “Hell yes.”

You placed your hands on your hips and surveyed the little pool—more of a kiddie pool, in your opinion—set up on the stern of the boat.

“Does it have your approval?” you asked a curious Levi, head tilted where he was sat on the stern’s edge—after all this little project was for his own convenience. You had been itching so much for something to do, it only took a day or two to get the circular siding, baby blue plastic, just right.

Besides, it was for your convenience too. Cleaner.

Levi scooted until his backside fell in, where he stirred the water with his hand and stretched out. The water would have to be warmed by the sun, as it was this late afternoon, but he could fit, at least.

“Well?” Levi extended his hand. “Join me.”

You didn’t hesitate as much as you would have had you been surprised by the invitation.

Maybe this wouldn’t go that far, because as far as Levi knew, you hadn’t come to a decision yet, but… you wouldn’t have been complaining.

You crawl towards the water’s edge and cross your arms with intent to take the hems of your shirt. It comes off over your head in a single fluid motion.

Levi’s eyes glaze, chest rising. Instead of waiting, he’s the one who paddles over. He blinks at you.

“Go ahead,” you murmured, and stooped low. Months had passed, and yet you were still shy. “We’re trying it out, right?”

“I’d try anything if you had to do with it,” he murmured into your collar. With your consent, He worshipped your chest with his mouth, webbed hand following down to tug your underwear down.

“What’s the rush?” you asked, despite your heart doing stomps in your chest.

He suckled one of your nipples in, tongue running flat over it. “You make it hard to resist. That’s on you.”

Your cheeks turned hot to be wanted so much.

You guided Levi’s down with your palm before slipping in yourself. The pool, upon a houseboat no less, was shallow enough so that he could comfortably recline at the bottom and kiss you at the same time. Above, sunset burned out the sky.

“Turn ‘round,” he murmured into your mouth, exchanging breaths. “Let me eat your pussy and touch me at the same time.”

A full shudder made the hairs on your nape to prick up. Levi’s palm slid up to soothe them.

“I won’t hurt you…?”

He quirked a brow. “Never you.”

You bit on a smile as you shifted around, testing the straddle over Levi’s chest. His rough hands steady you, then jerkily slid you back since he deemed you not close enough.

You breathed a curse as he spread you open. Already, your thighs trembled.

A “Relax,” was murmured against the back of your thigh, following up.

You tried, but his heavy tongue, pushing through your slit, made you gasp all over again. His mouth.

You wrangled yourself, and slid your hand down the scattered scales decorating his hips. In order to reach, you would have had to stoop, and as if sensing this, Levi bent his tail, giving you deliciously easy access.

“How’re you so wet already?” you breathed, pushing your slippery forefinger through his slit.

“Your fault,” he rasped, tail fins flicking. He grunted, soft and heavy, against your hole.

His fault. A scathing lick into your cunt made your back curl while you struggled to focus on his slit.

“God, Levi.” You rolled your hips back into his sloppy mouth.

He groaned low, nails digging into your hips.“Yeah.” A thick gulp of air. “Fuck my face. Your pussy tastes so good.”

Gaping, you scrambled for hold on the back of his head, and that was exactly what you did as a third finger dipped into his own cunt.

Levi all but plastered your pussy to his face, his tail bending even straighter to encourage you. A hand reached around, over your hip, and reached between your thighs.

“Shit,” you gasped, grinding on his tongue. Your hand shot down, encouraging his fingers scrubbing your clit. “Shit, shit.”

Levi was a master at many things, including bringing the filth out in you. A cry was tugged from you, just his cock slipped through your palm and slapped your thigh, coated in cum.

Your hole quivered, the water rocked. “Levi, c’mon.”

Of course. His tongue slipped into your pussy instead, and rocked back and forth in fucking motions.

“I’m gonna come,” you cry, and gasped and gasped. You shook. “Oh—faster, please.”

Three long fingers scrub your clit until your pussy clenched tight, and your jaw dropped open. So much attention was being paid to both places, you didn't know whether to fuck forward or back.

Levi groaned into your cunt like a vice, and gave up on fucking you with his tongue and circled your fluttering hole with it instead until the waves washed away.

The strength it took to hold yourself up for so long drained right out of you; your knees collapsed on either side of his tail. His cock, heavy and hard, idled over your thigh, so you took in your hands, one set on top of the other.

Levi gasped like he deeply needed the air, and squeezed your hips. His long hands roamed up and down. “Come here.”

You gave him a coy look over your shoulder, unsurprised to find a faint blue glimmering off his facial scales. Only when reminded you of your choice did your stomach flip over.

“Not close enough?”

“No.”

Without him, it would have been arduous to push yourself around. Eagerly, you drop into his lap, down low in the water so that it pushes and pulls around the tops of your thighs.

Levi sat up some and leveraged your waist steady, but then stopped.

“Are you…” His dark eyes searched yours. “You want this?”

His sudden hesitance, that knit between his brow, stirred tenderness in your chest. You leaned in and kissed him, so close your noses smushed together. You wanted him to know you meant it.

“I’m always thinking, and I’ve thought it through.” You tuck a tuft of loose strands behind his long ear. “You want it too?”

“Do you know what it is to fuck in open water?” he asked.

You gaped. “...I can’t breathe, remember?”

“You will.” His tongue darted over his lips as you raise yourself up. “If I didn’t want it, I would’ve—” a faint gasp as he guided his cockhead to your rim, “—would’ve changed your stubborn mind.”

“Please,” you whispered, mouth dropping open.

That first—oh.

It’s sopping between you. The first stretch pries you open like nothing your fingers had ever come close to before. The blue flares, suddenly.

Levi’s hand dropped into your hair, his lips molding with the bottoms of yours. You just couldn’t close your mouth.

“You feel good. Only you—so tight,” he hisses, more of a whine that puffed your cheek as you worked yourself onto his cock. His head dropped to your throat, and bit.

“Levi!” Your hand dove into his hair.

“Got tighter,” he groaned.

His audacity never failed to surprise you. He was so thick, you had to pause and grit your teeth.

“Fuck.” He all but nuzzled your neck. “You smell so fucking good. Sweet.”

It wasn’t long before he noticed your discomfort, and let his tail down slightly. The movement jostles his cock, pulling it a little, to your squeak.

“Slow down. Don’t hurt,” he soothed. His lashes kissed your cheek. “We’re in no rush.”

You nodded, a little vacantly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for this.” His eyes like coal were earnest as he took your cheek. His other squeezed the fat of your thigh, sliding over to touch your swollen clit.

“Oh—” Your eyes shut.

“That’s a good girl. I’ll make you feel really good,” he murmured, pulled back, then pushed his hips forward again. “Arch your back—good—and fuck yourself, just like that.”

Him guiding you along like this made you freeze and burn at the same time. You rolled your hips, gasping from the feeling of his cock scraping your walls, then lowered down. The burn in your thighs didn’t register until your ass kissed his tail, his soaked slit.

You sucked in a full gasp, lips spread wide and gaping, you’re so fucking full. Gratefully, you whimper as he grinds up, and you grind down, working in perfect sync.

“That’s b-better,” you sighed, taking his hands. You need something to hold onto.

“You can be still. I’ll do the work for you.”

As if on cue, you sagged against his chest and draped your arm across his shoulders as his hips snapped in slow, smooth thrusts, sloshing the water. That faint glow behind your eyelids glowed brighter, and more water rushed over your thighs.

“Don’t—” He kissed your nose as your eyes fluttered open, holding you so your chests down to your bellies were pressed together, sharing heat. “Don’t look at it.”

“But it’s beautiful,” you whined, not unlike a spoiled kid. “You’re so beautiful I can hardly stand it, Levi.”

He shuddered. You loved the feeling. You wanted, just like then, to contain his precious sighs and grunts, but his little fidgets now too, and that crystal-clear look of adoration in his eyes when you opened your own.

“I saw it on the first day. Your beauty,” you went on, gasping to feel his cock slam in a little harder than before, slapping skin and flesh. “Something about you. I didn’t know exactly, but I knew I could.”

“Could,” he repeated. “Tell me what you could do... Tell me why I felt, safe. How I got sick when you left me.” He groaned in bliss. “How I felt death when you got close to it.”

His words made you want to cry and laugh at the same time. You drifted deeper into his caress as his hips picked up, fucking you like he would simply beg for your cunt otherwise.

“Oh, oh, I, I could—” The angle changed.. Your eyes snapped shut. “Love you. I could love you.”

Levi broke out in gasps as his hold went into a full-on squeeze. Somewhere far in the background water splashed over the deck, but closer, he said your name like a gunshot.

“Mean it,” he begged into your ear. “Mean it mean it.”

“I d-do. Meant it when I couldn’t say it.”

His tail behind you takes up an arc, causing his cock to slap as it buried inside. His harsh thrusts kept that rhythm until you’re all but on top of him.

That perfect angle shoots stars through your vision again. Again and again and

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop I’m—”

“Touch your cunt.” His voice is strained just like yours. “Come on me. Give it to me.”

The smack, both of skin and water turned so quick it mingled together in your ears. Your back bent into a perfect arch when you tipped, then fell.

Your jaw dropped with a silent cry, and Levi’s thrusts stammered to keep up. Stars danced in your vision as his hand joined your own, rubbing between your thighs just above where his swelling cock pummeled in and out.

You loved when he came, when his eyes rolled up and a stuttery gasp made his chest rise, when the blue glow peaked and time briefly stopped, flipped, and tumbled undone with his climax. His cock pistons inside, briefly stuttered with your name small on his lips, and fucked back in with bruising force.

Your lips mashed, not quite kissing, just pressed as liquid heat shot deep inside you. You didn’t expect to feel even more full than before, and then somehow fulfilled, like this moment was just the perfect one you had been working towards.

Levi groaned.

Oh.

His cock was growing thicker, or bigger. The haze that had come over you, like longing, but less painful, made it hard to think of anything other than more.

It stung.

He kisses your swollen lips, then your cheek, and smacked one to your jaw for good measure. When your tongues brushed, you tasted salt.

Your hold grew tight on his hair. Despite the water having gone but wavy in his stillness, you still felt like you were getting fucked. Like your climax hadn’t dissipated yet. You squirmed in his arms, mewling out his name.

His eyes were heavy and lidded. “I know it stings. Be patient—” his thumb skirted your cheek, “—please.”

“Doesn’t, much,” you sighed, shuddering. “F…Feels like I’m coming.”

He chuckled breathlessly. His lips were everywhere. “It feels like you’re coming, too.”

“Oh god.”

You shook. Something swollen and hard remained swelling—the knot. Just when you thought it couldn’t have gotten any bigger, it did just that until you could barely stand the urge to squirm and sink into his strong arms at the same time.

“How much more?”

Levi’s lips were parted, eyes closed. You kiss one of his lids, and they flutter open with a small whine. His cheeks were hot, beet-red.

“Levi.”

They shut again. “I’m close again,” he whispered. “I can’t—pull out anymore.”

As if to punctuate that, he tilted his hips, but nothing happened. You were locked together.

“It’s so big,” you moaned. Your pruned fingers settle between your thighs, stirring your clit. “I—I think I’m.”

“Come.”

As you gradually broke out in shivers, Levi held you so there was literally no space left between you. Any closer, and you would have to phase into him.

“That’s a good girl.”

He groaned to the tune of your whine as more shot inside you. “That’s right.” He pet your hair. “Keep coming.”

The squeeze was perfect; no other word for it existed. The apex, the peak, the little death.

He carried you through your next weak orgasm before your head landed on his sturdy shoulder, exhausted, and yet craving.

He said your name in a whine. His hips ground but weakly, and with a gasp, he filled your cunt again, if you weren’t somehow full before.

For each whimper, he whispered a praise into your hair. “You alright?”

“It’s so much,” you managed, just barely. Your full cunt gave a meager twitch, squeezing the knot further. If you looked down between you, there would be absolutely nothing else you could take, or for him to give.

It was everything.

“Look at me.” Shaky fingers brushed your jaw. Compared to the deep blue glow, almost blinding now, his weary eyes looked like diamonds. This must be taxing for him, too. “It’ll take some time. Just feel good.”

You doubt you could feel less.

Three more times, you hugged Levi as his eyes fluttered and crossed, his hips jostling and light glaring for a flash before his knot unloaded more and more.

By the time his knot had slackened enough for some to begin to flow out of you, you were barely half-awake. Both of you knew, but neither were eager to put in the work of flipping you over to keep his loads of cum inside. You felt complete, and Levi didn’t let you go for the briefest pause.

“S’almost…” His hips bucked up. “Fuck, fuck.”

“A little more,” you encouraged, kissing his forehead. You had pinned his bangs back. “Good boy.”

“Ah.” Levi’s heavy head threatened to fall back as his cock gave another spasm, and a meager amount of heat flowed into you. He groaned, almost sleepily.

In the aftermath, you coddled each other. Inside you sat a sense of wholeness you felt you always wanted without being aware of it in the first place; something you needed, but never knew.

You nosed his neck, and settled. The knot had gone all the way down now, leaving room for much of the mess to flow out. You felt… sore.

“Are you okay?” you asked under your breath. Your voice was a little shot.

“Mm,” Levi hummed, and squeezed you. In slow motions, he rubbed your back. “As long as you are.”

“I’m…” You dared smile. “Happy.”

“...Then so am I.”

Today, you woke up on the right side of the bed, more rejuvenated than usual. It had been a week since what happened between you and Levi, but by the way you had been feeling, nothing might as well have happened at all. Nothing extreme had changed. Yet?

You made good use of your energy by scrambling eggs on the stove, but, as always, your gaze was drawn elsewhere, past the fluttering curtains and into that vast, blue, rolling landscape. He would be here soon.

Bacon sizzled. At the perfect moment that you were looking away, a wet flop sounded right in front of you, and you were met by Levi’s soaking-wet visage. As he always did, he visited when you woke up, and he had been right on time lately. He sat up on the stoop so you were at perfect eye-level.

“Hey,” you greeted with a smile. You leaned up on your tiptoes, and he leaned forward for a peck.

“Morning,” he said.

”I can sense when you wake up,” he had claimed, which you would have found fishy if it weren’t for the fact that you had been… having feelings lately. A feeling would open up your chest at a random point or two in the night, waking you.

The tension was a little palpable since you both agreed a week would pass before you tried setting foot (Tail? Would you really have a tail?) in the water.

“Did you wake up at 4:30 this morning?” you asked, trying to be casual.

Levi tutted, head tilted curiously over the sizzling bacon. “I don’t sleep much”

“So that isn’t a weird question…”

Connection, this connection—could it have been cemented when you did what you did?

Levi nodded, as if confirming your thoughts.

“Closer now. It’s…” He frowned. “I feel you,” he told you, loose strands of his damp hair pushing and pulling by the sea wind.

You shivered despite yourself. To feel so irrevocably connected to another person—not even that, a being, a heart—so that you might as well share the same mind, the same blood running together…

You bit on a smile and set aside the bacon slices on a plate next to the eggs, on the side stacked with napkins to soak up the grease.

When you looked up, Levi cradled something in both his hands. He nudged them in your direction.

Expectantly, you opened yours. You didn’t know if it was Levi himself or his instincts, but every now and then he would give you a gift, not unlike the coin he gave you before your life changed; a rusty, twisted tine off a fork, to a blue pearl, a sun-bleached clam, and today, you laughed to yourself and turned the perfectly-preserved tulip shell around in your hands. The bottom meets at a point, and swirls and elongates and enlarges in a swirl of grey until a cleft opened up. The top jutted out, folded.

Usually, there would have been a mollusk or crab that would call this shell home, but today it was a gift from Levi to you.

“Wow, Levi,” you murmured at his pinched little smirk. Even to touch it feels clandestine. “This is gorgeous.”

“I know,” he replied, like he knew all along, even before he found the thing. His tail slapped the boatside, the way it did when he was pleased.

“Where’d you find this?”

“In the deep, buried.”

You should have known such a precious artifact would have resided in the most secret, buried of places.

Like it had for days, the smallest reminder permeated your mind with possibilities for yourself. For him, he had been as limited in captivity as the endless stretch of the sea made him the opposite.

You wouldn’t have called yourself free, but Levi’s way of living surely begged the definition.

“So,” you cleared your throat, “after I eat…”

He leaned past the sill and kissed your chin. “I’ll wait for you.”

Upon that enormous splash that alerted Levi's leaving, you found eating to be an arduous task. A mush entering your mouth and going down your throat in a messier mush. Your nerves wracked/, anxiety sky-rocketed.

What if it didn’t work, or worse in your anxious mind, what if it did? Could you not know how to work around such a powerful organ and simply sink? And you knew how fish breathed, of course you did, but what if you couldn’t?

Stepping onto the deck felt like walking the plank. At the edge, Levi raised his head.

“Are you scared?”

Here, you faltered as you sank to your knees in front of him. Admitting it, you feared would offend him.

You folded your legs a little tighter underneath yourself. “You can’t smell it?”

Levi pushed his nose into your hand. “You told me it was creepy to point it out, no?”

“Maybe a little.”

He snorted. The next time he looked up, his eyes, dashingly blue in the soft morning light, were earnest. “If you’re in for long, then it happens. I told you that, you wrote it down. No reason for fear.”

And when you were out of the water for a long enough period, you would regain your legs. It sounded like the best of both worlds, if only the anxiety itself didn’t make you so reluctant to follow Levi’s lead.

“Could you…” Your cheeks heated at the request. “Hold me. Before.”

“Yes.”

Affection warmed your chest, hearing him take you up on that offer immediately. Stomach light, you crawled closer to the edge, scathing your already-burned knees before your legs dropped off the side. One deep, steadying breath later, you buried yourself in wavy water and right into Levi’s arms.

Your level mind reminded you that nothing was going to happen at first—no explosion of light or color, no bubbling or fizzing—and it didn't. With a swift push from Levi’s tail, you were thrust on your belly with him underneath, like a hammock. Water occasionally bled onto his chin and retreated, but other than that he idled on top of the water like a buoy effortlessly.

He felt, literally and not so much, like the only thing keeping you afloat. So you could lay on his shoulder, you shuffled and laid your head down with your arms wrapped around him.

“How was your morning?” you asked distantly.

He gave a little chirp, the hand messing your hair stilling. Your body rose and fell with his chest. “I almost brought a turtle shell to you, but disgusting barnacles were attached to it.

“My favorite part of the day… is sunrise. Maybe you felt me wake then for that reason. It’s colorful. Warm.”

“Reminds you that night has an end?”

“Thanks to that prison, I happened to miss the sky in general.”

You frowned, and leaned up. “But I brought the sky back to you, right?”

“And the air. Wind, sun, and rain.” Rough fingertips brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “Salty air, clean air, and dirty air. And…” His blush contrasted against blue. “And you showed me things I thought were bullshit.”

Your eyes closed. It came to you, that you didn’t even know who you would be without Levi—enough of a person to not only bring Dad to pass, but to harness bravery itself.

You leaned down and kissed him, moving your lips together with great reverence. It was slow and unhurried, but conveyed all your passion.

“I…” You searched his eyes. “I mean this. I really l-love you, Levi.”

His lips pinched in embarrassment, eyes twinkling under clean skies. “That’s an easier way to say it rather than me rambling.”

A funny feeling began to simmer just under your skin, dragging you downwards. You sucked in a gasp

The next thing you knew, Levi’s voice was by your ear. “Not so hard, not hard, c’mere.”

You floundered in his arms, breathing hard. Levi’s rigid calmness, almost clinical in its feel, served to infuse into you as you stilled in his arms.

Your legs—you couldn’t feel them. Instead it felt like they were one entity, an extension of yourself. Looking down, you spotted hints of muted reds contrasting gently against Levi’s boundless blues.

“Why is it solid?” you whispered in his ear, and squirmed. “Levi I’m shirtless.”

“It’s new,” he said evenly. “Think of it like being young and not old like you are.”

You laughed, the sound bordering on manic. According to him, shirtlessness seldom mattered, and you supposed, since you were out alone like this—that it was a little like skinnydipping.

He pulled back, searching all over your face, then touching your face, down the slope of your neck, and pushing your hair back.

“Not—Not bad.”

“Oh, only the highest of compliments from Levi, I see,” you breathed, reaching up and touching your ear, which… you realized didn’t feel unlike how his own slanted ones looked.

His brows knit a little. He took your cheeks and squished them. “Look… You’re very beautiful.”

The smile on your face rose in your next swift breath. You could be together, now. Setting him free led so swiftly to a drop in certainty, to the guarantee that you would never part again.

He kissed your salty lips, and in-between, murmured, “Kick. You can do it, sweetheart.”

The hardest task in the world, again, was effortless. You parted, but you squeezed his hand tight, and refused to let go. Like a baby, he saddled your waist next to his, and guided you in a push through the top waves. It was a little like navigating a flying submarine, a shaky one at first, until perfect rhythm was found and fresh confidence pounded through your veins.

Could, would, should have—all led to the moment of your heads disappearing under the stretch of the water’s surface.

Together.

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daisyvisions · 8 months

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hellooo!! it's me 🦔 anon. im having thoughts about younghoon again... he isn't even my bias but that man is in my mind 24/7?? he is just too fine this comeback alsoo his long hair is so 😫

idk why but something in me says that he has a lingerie kink. he would get you the prettiest ones and make you wear while he takes you out on a dinner date. he would just get sooo hard just by knowing what you have under that pretty little black dress of yours 🥲

and when you guys get home he wouldn't even wait for you to get to the bedroom, takes your dress off in the hallway right after you close the damn door. he would carry you to the bed while you have your pretty legs wrapped around him. he would lay down while you are still wrapped around him and he would make you ride on his clothed hard cock while you're still wearing your pretty lingerie's until your liquids starts gushing throught your laced panties 🥴🥴🥴 and just know that he absolutely loves it, he could just get off by seeing you like that 😫

aaah you got me with the whole dry humping scenario that's one of my ultimate kinks too asjkdnasdnj even hotter when it's younghoon and lingerie because I firmly believe he's got a major lingerie kink 😮‍💨

Imagine he knows your body so well when he goes lingerie shopping with you he already knows what would fit your body so well, he probably buys how many sets of lingerie every time because of how much he ruins you in them

and every time you soak your panties he uses them to jerk off when he cant be with you or even let you stuff them in his mouth when you're riding him kdsnjkfdnf 😩

(p.s. I MIGHT use this ask as reference to a fic idea if you dont mind hehe)

#Daisy’s 🦔💐#fic idea noted #tbz hard hours #younghoon hard hours

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betchasnatcher · 1 year

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hi pallas ^_^ ! what are your fav hat flairs and color palletes & costume. maybe you have a favorite combo of clothes/palettes. you can show if it's convenient for you. also love the design of this blog

heyyyyy :3 title screen answered for me lol (its right)

as much as i like the default outfit (a lot) my fav costume is definitely the comfy sweater! when i first played my fav hat flair was the dinosaur hood :) nowadays i think the most about the raccoon ears ice hat & default sprint hat. while i never payed any attention to it at all i lately took a liking to the ladybug band :) i dont remember where exactly i found its official, and ive lost the link to the account, but apparently there was an official a hat in time curiouscat account where questions were answered by hat kid? and a few years ago i looked through it and i remember there was something about her wanting to paint her nails red w black dots / the ladybag pattern..? so i think its probably a nod to that! also a flair i LUV is the headphones time hat, although not pictured.

aesthetically, my fav dye is the minty fresh one (pictured on the right), but one i feel the most strongly about is the blueberry pie because its one that always makes me recall an old friend talking about on their private blog. that makes it dear and nostalgic. oh, also, the ribbon is very cute :) i always think about snatcher helping hat tie it, even though shes most likely plenty capable of doing that herself lol

im also very attached to dweller masks, especially the fox and... pink... ones. i used to have a pinkmask dweller on my various social media icons at some point, as well as a blog about kinning it, essentially... i have mixed feelings about it but it was a nice time. in the beta, i believe its incredibly strongly implied that the fox mask belonged to the prince! i mean, its found in the cellar of a place painter/prince used to live in (according to betasnatcher at least), and moonjumpers theme was included in the ost renamed to "fox mask theme"... id say thats pretty explicit. i dont mind people having fun designing their own masks for them, but it really boggles my mind to know im probably the first ever person to publicly talk about this connection...

as for mods! the pleasant parka is adorable, im such a sucker for cute winter clothes ;_; & the miku scarf goes pretty well with the queens dress, with the snowflake motifs, even more so since i hc vanessa to having been a very sickly person. unrelated to mods, i never played w the justice dye but its so sweet seeing hat/bow emulate the way mu looks, i cant not read that in a positive light ;_;

thanks for the ask i luv ahit customization so much. its lots of fun. luv talking about it

#talk

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