#grrrr i don't have enough time

[pigeonstab]

Sopping wet little beast in your inbox, he is not amused

It's okay, Killer said he was going to help him get dry really quick!

(Sorry I just love this little guy dearly)

Hahah, he's so cute lmao. I love how you draw him, very unamused

Poor little guy. Killer's like a little kid with a cat, when they don't know not to push boundaries 😭 bitty cross is suffering

Bet he poofs up after (dunno if you've ever seen Zarla's fluffy skeleton headcanon but like that)

(Don't be sorry you make my day) :]

#love little beasts in my inbox #I might draw him poofing up #I need to draw so much stuffff #grrrr i don't have enough time #literally can't wait for summer when I'll have all the time in the world #answered asks

[pupyuj]

g!p fwb wonyoung 😔😔

hehehhahssh wonyyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i missed writing thoughts for herrr send me wony asks grrrr 😗😗🤭

almost the same situation as the other fwb wony thought! campus popular wony and stinkin' cute but moody reader 😈

little miss perfect is a bit insecure about having a dick though ☹️ only a handful of people know about it but it's not like wony's keeping it a secret! she's not very vocal about having a big dick unlike a certain jock who is very loud about being huge🧍‍♀️shy g!p wony covering up her red face when you pull her cute boxers off,, the kisses that you leave on her inner thighs only making her harder,,, and you're just watching as her cock grows bigger, practically drooling at the sight... wony tells you not to stare at it too much but you were completely entranced by it,, shdhsijx having to tell wony to keep herself quiet bcs your roommate was right outside your door studying,, but baby is barely able to hold her whimpers when you start stroking her cock :(((

sensitive wony definitely comes just from a few minutes of a handjob... and yes, of course she's gonna be horribly embarrassed but the sight of her cum all over your hand drives her crazy 😵‍💫 especially when you clean up your hand with your mouth, keeping eye contact with wony while you lick her cum off your fingers,,, "ride me, (y/n)..." wony would say,, her brain empty save for the thought of completely destroying you w her cock 🤭

🫠 wony having your thighs in a death grip while you're bouncing up and down her cock,, her soft whines filling the air, and having to put your hand around her mouth just to remind her to shut up 😵‍💫😵‍💫 wony struggling not to moan loudly when you start to ride her faster and deeper, seemingly never having enough of her cock,,, you were completely addicted with the way she fits inside your pussy just right,, collapsing onto wony's chest as you came close to your climax,,, not really making an effort to shut her up now bcs you were clutching the bedsheets underneath her,,

omg wony begging to come inside you :(( she just really loves the thought of having a personal cumdump!! and she knew you'd love being reduced to that.. she was already using you to blow off some steam after all, why not take it to the next level right? 🤭 letting wony hold your hips down while she dumps her load inside you,, her warm seed trickling inside your walls making you come in return 😳 no doubt your roommate was probably suspicious of what you were doing now.. especially when a switch flips inside wony's head and she decides to just,, pin you down your own bed and fuck you so hard that your bed slams against the wall,,,,

oh oh omg,, wony would definitely like to fuck around during class,, like maybe the two of you were seated at the back together,,, acting like normal strangers whenever wony was swarmed by her friends,, but then the lesson starts and about halfway through, wony's fingers are knuckle deep inside of you.. thrusting very slowly, and she has that million-dollar smile of hers put on, pretending like everything was fine 🤗 but ofc you get your little revenge by reaching over, slipping your hand underneath her skirt and jerking her off,,, mmdjdhskfjsf the two of you just fucking each other in the back of the class, barely being able to hold back your sounds when you came at the same time,,

excusing yourself to the bathroom right after bcs you needed to clean yourself up,,, but then as you left the classroom, you hear wony asking for permission to leave as well,, so change of plans! 😈 the two of you don't even try to hide behind a stall or a janitor's closet or an empty classroom... wony just grabs you, drags you towards a corner, before ramming her cock inside you,,, face hidden in your neck, moaning helplessly into your skin but still somehow finding it in her to tease you?? 🤤

"b-bet you wanted everyone to see your tight little hole getting fucked by me, hm...? so willing... to let me touch you in class.. fuck... don't worry, one day i'll s-show everybody how much of a slut you really are..."

"bend you over the desk.. you want that, baby? w-wanna—oh my god—wanna get bred by me in front of everybody??"

the answer is always yes please wony i need her so BAD—

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[thelurchinghound]

hiii i dunno if id be first request or if u even take them im so sorry if u dont !!! but i was wondering maybe something yandere non con smut? x human male reader !! kink wise maybe somnophilia, knife play, blood? thank u for reading this, have a nice day/night <33

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Gender: Male reader

Kinks/Warning(s): Non-con, somnophilia, knifeplay, blood, drugging.

A/N: Grrrr I love somnophilia. Didn't know if you wanted a monster yandere so I just made it with my yandere slasher oc who has monster traits but its not really mentioned in this fic. This is a really old request that I got 70% done but then forgot about it.

Oc(s) used: Elias (Killer/Slasher) | Words: 701 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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Elias had been observing you for a while now. He was always watching but never acting on his impulses, and fuck did he have a lot of them. How badly Elias desires to see you gagging on his cock, your tears staining your cheeks, his name carved into your thigh. He had even gifted you a stuffed plush of your favorite animal, a camera in its eye to watch over you. 

He had kept his patience for so long, but then you took that fucking stupid punk home. It drove him up the wall. Literally, Elias climbed up your house and into your room through your window. How stupid were you, doll, to leave your window unlocked? Oh well, it just makes it more uncomplicated for him. It was almost like you wanted this. You took that spiked drink without any thought. He thinks to himself.

Elias quietly slinks through your room, mindful not to knock anything over. His cock was already bulging in his pants, just as enthusiastic as he was. Stalking up to you with a broad grin, his gloved hand skimming your cheek. "Hey there, doll." He whispers to you, his slender body shifting to straddle your own. Fuck, he wanted to tear off all your clothes right then and there but no. He had to be patient. "You're so fucking stunning when you sleep," Elias mutters softly, his gloved hands gingerly working down your unconscious form. Black gooey tendrils slither from under his shirt, reaching out towards you. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

He used his knife to cut through your shirt to expose your bare chest. The blade cuts your skin a little. Elias trails his lips down from the nape of your neck to the hem of your pants, lapping at any driblets of blood that well up from the thin cuts. His hot tongue rubs up against your perky nipple, his tongue piercing a stark difference to it. He could feel his cock getting more erect at the thought of you under him now. So pure, so innocent, unknowing of what was happening to you. 

Elias wastes no time pulling down your pants. I've waited long enough. He thinks to himself, his hands trembling while pulling down your underwear. Those tendrils of his wrapping around your legs, spreading them out for him. God, you look so beautiful. 

He takes his time prepping you. The killer wasn't that stupid. It's not like he wanted to hurt you too much. He just wanted to make you his own. His gloved hands ran over your body once he got done prepping you, wiping off the lube he used on his pants. Elias fumbled around his pants pocket to grab a condom he had brought. 

He unzips his jeans, pulls his cock out, and slips the protection on him. Once he gets himself situated, he starts to push into your tight ass. Soft groans leave him with each inch he forces into you. "Fuck, there we go. Just let me in, doll."

The black drooping tendrils slither up your thighs more, tightening around like snake coils. The tendrils hold your legs up higher for Elias as he starts thrusting harshly in you. Soft grumbles leave the killer. Elias was finally getting his prize. He had killed so much competition to get here. Many other guys think they could steal you away from him. No. You were his from the start, from the second his eyes laid on you.

His thrust starts to get harder and deeper, balls slapping against you with each movement he makes. Gloved hands gripping your hips, squeezing the supple skin there, the grip would surely leave bruises afterward. Elias starts to get sloppy, leaving small kisses along your neck and collarbone. But just marking you with his mouth wasn't enough. He wanted something more permanent. 

After finally finishing inside you, filling up the condom with his cum he grabs his knife. His tendrils helped move you around so he could carve his name into your flesh. The cold metal of the blade slices your skin in harsh swipes. "Don't worry, baby. I won't let anyone else harm you. Only me."

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[strwberri-milk]

I got no shame ab this <3 Okay concept. Kaeya with a dog girl S/O with a major oral fixation (biting). Her tail wagging at every flirty remark or being praised with 'good girl', 'good pup' and she barks at him playfully. Buying her pretty collars with a metal tag that jingles so nicely at every buck of his hips fucking her into the mattress. Kaeya having uncontrollable urges to tug at her tail to tease and it just drives his little pup crazy. Crazy to the point of trying to get back at him by biting him all over and he likes it alot, him getting horny off it. ily/platonic and love your writing

valid i love a good puppy every once in a while this is so grrrr i love it

Kaeya knew that dogs loved positive attention, he just had no idea how much you loved it. The way that you were at his beck and call, the grin on your face whenever he praises you, and the way you practically vibrate on the spot whenever he brings you a gift makes him want to love on you even more.

He doesn't mind your oral fixation at all. He loves buying you candies or popsicles that you can suck on to get some of that energy out of you if he's too busy to entertain you. You don't mind because it tastes good and you don't feel bad bugging him too much.

Whenever you do something worthy of praise he loves to pat your head and coo at you so sweetly, adoring the way your tail thumps on the ground. There are times when you wrap your tail around your waist, not wanting to accidentally knock something over. However, he'll praise you for being so considerate that it almost defeats the purpose as you hold tightly to your tail to try and keep it from moving.

His favourite way to praise you is to give you kisses as well, pulling you onto his lap and making you sit on him as he pulls you in for your well-deserved attention. He peppers kisses all over your face, and sometimes, even has a new gift for you!

He likes to give you an assortment of collars or chokers that are a little more feasible to wear in public. You can feel his fingers latching the collar to your throat, the metal tag bouncing against your neck as you bounce excitedly in his lap.

Unfortunately for you, you were practically grinding against his hardening dick, a little oblivious to the groans he's holding back. His hand goes down your back as the other holds your hip in place, tugging on your tail as it makes you yip.

He doesn't stop, brushing his hand up and down the appendage and pulling on it every so often. The whines you let out make him grind up against you even harder, the hand that was once on your hip now slipping into your pants to slip around your clit and tease around your hole.

You start to retaliate by biting him, knowing that it drives him wild. Your mouth covers his throat and collar with teeth marks, grinding and whimpering pathetically as your tongue laves over his skin. Kaeya thinks he can cum untouched like this, obsessed with the way your mouth feels on him.

It doesn't take you much to cum against his fingers, frantically pulling off your pants as you put yourself back in his lap to ride him. Your trembling fingers pull out his weeping cock, immediately slipping him inside of you and throwing your head back in pleasure. You don't even get the chance to adjust before he's got both his hands under your thighs and fucking up into you roughly.

He loves all of the noises you make, using your propensity to be so obedient to him to fuck you silly however he wants. The way your tits bounce in time with the tinkling of the metal on your collar makes him almost as rabid as you, so used to the way you bite him whenever he gets close enough to you.

Every time your teeth close on him it makes him thrust even harder into you, moaning into your ear as his hands imprint on your hips. He loves knowing that his cock drives you crazy as he drills into you, wanting to be covered in the marks you leave on him.

Kaeya seems to have endless stamina whenever it comes to you, getting hard every time you bite him. He could fuck you into the mattress day after day if you would let him, hoping that the next time he tugs on your tail your oral fixation can clean off all the creamy cum he's gathered on the base of his dick.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut

[campcampkirbykirbykirby]

Camp Camp Commentary Notes - Season 1, Episode 1: Escape from Camp Campbell

This is the first in a series of posts detailing the various nuggets of behind-the-scenes info found in the commentaries of the Camp Camp Seasons 1 and 2 Blu-Ray. I aim to cover both the writer commentary and cast & crew commentary of every episode in the set (except the holiday specials because they don't have commentaries GRRRR)

Writer’s Commentary

Writers went back to touch up this episode after completing the initial 10 episodes, before going on to the bonus 2 episodes that were greenlit following the positive reception

This episode went through about 12-14 drafts before it was finalized

Pilots are very hard because they both need to be very good and hook the audience so they will want to watch more, you have to juggle introducing all the necessary characters and telling a single solid story

Doubly so since this was the crew’s first shot at writing for an episodic series, all their other efforts had been story-driven up to that point

Irony in that the title of the first episode is about wanting to leave the camp (or show) entirely

Max and David’s dynamic is perfectly set up within 8 lines of dialogue

In older versions of the pilot, Mr. Campbell never showed up in person, only in the introductory video that was later repurposed into promotional material

Most of what was taken out of the pilot ended up being reused in some way, including the intro and the teaser trailer

One of the primary goals was to establish early on that this is not a kids show, like some people who saw the early promo material thought it was

This is why Max swears less than 40 seconds in, and why the rabbit gets swooped up by Timothy earlier (although I’d argue you could make that joke in a more family-friendly show)

First RT series produced in more of a writer’s room style akin to The Simpsons

The writers would come up with episode ideas, divy up who’d want what story, they’d write a first draft, come back to it, workshop the script several times, rinse and repeat until it devolved into Miles and Jordan doing final punch-ups and trimming

This pipeline allowed for lots of easter eggs and background details to be slipped in

Then they effectively do a table-read of the script which allows them to add more

Starting in Season 2, they started recording writer’s room conversations, so if something funny came up and they wanted to add it, they wouldn’t just have to go off of memory

Putting all the campers in the activities field doing their activities seemed like a good way to establish all of their respective camps.

Challenger II is Miles’ favorite visual gag (as of 2018, at least)

Working with Lee Eddy and Travis Willingham was great, Lee especially since they had previously worked with her for Red V.S. Blue

Travis was the first person who recorded for the show, as part of the aforementioned introductory video, and he was great at riffing and ad-lib

What exactly Camp Campbell was was foggy initially (whether or not it advertised that it was a camp of all camps), and the initial pilot didn’t explain it very well because they had built an internal understanding of what it was and didn’t do a very good job conveying it to the audience.

Mr. Campbell really likes the Quartermaster

Looking back on the first episodes is very interesting, especially when you have been working on the show for years at that point, for example, Max’s bond with Nikki hasn’t been established yet, so he has to ask why she’d help him.

Not enough time for the full theme song (hence why no intro), so they thought having Gwen interrupt it was funny

The scene where Max, Neil, and Nikki are running was seemingly the origin of Neil’s raptor arms (oh, excuse me, T-rex arms)

Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy was used as a reference for things like this because the Eds each had distinct walk cycles befitting their personality

First Day buttons were included so the campers would have a means to get away from the counselors

The music sting as the bus is driving away is a nod to the Back to the Future theme

Cast and Crew Commentary

Michael jokes about a sequel or prequel called “Max Max/Maximum Max”

The scream Miles did when David gets hit by the bus gets used quite a bit

The more Max’s parents push him away, the more he tries to cling to him, according to Maggie

Episode was supposedly recorded March 2016, ironically one of the last ones recorded

Recording for the series started November of 2015

Handheld camera movements in the mess hall scene were added by animator Gil Calceta

Lee Eddy was the only person who auditioned for Gwen, the crew saw it as perfect casting

Laserdisc player is not big enough for laserdisc

Campbell’s lazy wear (for lack of a better term) was only made for the one shot, though it would later comeback in Season 4

Michael initially auditioned for Camp Camp not really knowing what it was, and his script was just some typical Max phrases

Older episodes, Max was pitched up because Michael hadn’t quite perfected the voice yet

There was no helicopter assest created, it’s off screen and only implied by Campbell being pulled up by the ladder

The scene of Nikki throwing the button took 3 days to animate

The line “Go to bitch, jail” in the Camp Camp Rap Rap was an ad-lib/outtake

#camp camp #cc max #camp camp commentary #cc david #cc nikki #cc neil #cc gwen #cc campbell

[fantasynsuch]

"Sweet Thing" - Adam Stanheight x Fem! Reader NSFW

TW: post trap. I refuse to write anything pre-trap, as it implies he isn't alive grrrr. Maybe voyeurism??

As I stretch my full body out, I groan in relief. I've been sitting at this god-forsaken desk since 10 am, and it's 1 now. My boss decided it would be appropriate to drop a week-long project on me two days ago: it's due tomorrow. He's a dickhead, and I await the day he gets fired. Until then, I still have to complete this damn project: and it's taken away my attention from Adam.

He knows that my job sometimes takes away attention from him, and God bless him, he really does understand why. He doesn't complain when all I can give him in terms of attention is a quick kiss on the forehead and a "love you". He usually grabs my hand as I walk away and falls right back to sleep, as he tends to get home incredibly late due to his weird working hours - cheating men don't have a set schedule, he usually jokes.

Like always, this morning, I kissed him quickly and made my way to the office: since we moved, we've had enough room to have our own separate work spaces, which has been incredibly useful.

As I think about him, I notice a cough from behind me, and I turn around out of shock. He doesn't usually wake up this early. His shirt is off and his snail trail is... very tempting.

"Hey, babe! You're up early." I huff out a laugh. He grins at me from the door way and responds to me: "Well, I just couldn't fall back asleep. I have a pretty girlfriend in here who needs someone to keep her company through this shitty work- what kind of man would I be if I didn't keep you entertained with my beautiful face?" He chortles.

I giggle and motion him to sit down in the armchair at the corner of the room as I turn around in my swivel chair. I hear him shuffle his way over to the chair. He plops down and sighs dramatically.

I ignore his attempts to distract me with hesitation, but this project was incredibly important. I can't let him distract me.

"Oh, I-I just am soo bored without you. I just don't know what to do without your hands wrapped around my back while I sleep in, whatever will I do?" He pouts and crosses his arms like a diva who didn't get something she wanted.

I roll my eyes and state simply, "You will NOT sway me from the path of righteousness this time, demon!" I turn my head away from the papers and hiss at him playfully. I grip my pencil tightly and begin writing notes down so I don't forget them. He's distracted me from work projects before, but I will not allow it this time!

He exhales and then groans. I peek at him and roll my eyes. He notices my eyes and grins.

"Oh, you're ignoring me? You're childish!" He pokes his tongue out at me and looks thoughtful for a moment. He smirks evily, but I don't think much of it. He can't think of anything that interesting.

"You won't distract me this time, gremlin." I state simply.

He rolls his eyes and looks around the room in thought. I ignore him for a little while, and I hear small brushing and movements, but I don't pay mind to it. From the corner of my eye, I see his head thrown back, and when I look back at him, my eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see his head resting back on the armchair and his hand palming his crotch through his sleep pants.

"W-what are you doing?" I hiss through gritted teeth and look at his directly. He raises his head and when he sees me looking at him, he smiles in mock victory. He continues palming himself through his pants and groans lightly.

"Tha' got your attention, sweet thing?" He asks me rhetorically, but we both know the answer. Of fucking course it got my attention.

"W-well, you're stroking your cock while I'm working, so yes! It got my attention." I throw out of my mouth before I can bite my tongue.

He half smiles, as he knows he's won.

"Well, you have work to do. Don't let me distract you, sweet thing." God, that fucking nickname gets me every time. He knows it, and he's usually it to his advantage.

Fuck him. Fuck him and his pretty eyes, and his lean, pale form, and his happy trail dusting his stomach. Fuck his thick, mouthwatering cock. Fuck him and his kissable, plush lips. God. The space between my thighs feels more and more uncomfortable as the dampness increases. I try to string some words together, but he startles me by grabbing his sleep pants and pulling them down fully. There, his fully erect cock springs from his bottoms and bounces up and down before settling at attention. He's dripping from his tip. When did he have the time to get this hard?!

"I can't well go back to work now. " I argue, but he stops me quickly and states: " You definitely can, sweet thing. Ignore me." He demands, and at the sound of the nickname, my cunt pulses, and I groan. His eyes crinkle up with his smile when he listens to my reaction.

I turn back to my desk, but I stare blankly at the forms. How could I do anything productive with him stroking his cock right next to me? I peek from my peripheral and see him gripping his cock and stroking slowly. I hear him groan louder this time, as I can make out him pulling out his balls from his bottoms to sit ontop, and it takes everything within me to not tear him to shreds right there.

I grip my pen tightly, as I resist the urge to react. He reachs up to his chest and grips one of his tiny nipples, and he whimpers. He fucking whimpers. His hands carress his cock and move up and down faster.

I can't take it anymore. I turn and face him to watch as he throws his head back from the increased pressure from his hand. His eyes are closed tightly as his breath becomes more and ragged, indicating how close he truly is. I just have to do something.

I silently get up and stride over to the chair. I thank God we have carpets, as they're far quieter than the wood. His cock bobs up and down tauntingly as his balls draw tightly. His strong jawline is all I see as I get on my knees before him, but as I kneel, I feel just how wet my cunt is between my legs. I'll take care of him first, and then I'll see about myself.

As he loses himself in his own body from the mixture of pleasure from pinching his nipple and fondling his cock, I grab his wrist hard and pull it away. He looks down in shock: both from the sudden and distinct lack of pleasure, and how silent I was getting over here.

"Oh, hey sweet thing. When'd you get down there," He smiles drunkenly at me as he realizes what I'm doing.

"Shut up and cum in my mouth, please." I ask, no, beg him.

"I think I can make that happen, " He winks at me, and at this confirmation, I grab his cock with my hand and swiftly position my mouth over the tip. I lick the glob of pre-cum that had made it's way to his slit, and he stifled a sob. Once I licked it up, I lower my head down his dick and begin to bob my head fast. His head throws back again as he wails out. I hear "Please, please, please," and "Yes, yes, yes". His moans sound like an orchestra.

I continue to pleasure him, and I go to gently grab one of his balls. I begin to massage the sac, and at that, he reachs down and grips my hair. His hand rests firmly, but not painfully, on my scalp. That's one thing about him I loved. He was always careful to not hurt me. His hips begin thrusting up, but he manages to control his hips and do phantom thrusts as to not choke me. I can tell he's close. He's so close.

I look up through my lashes, and I see his head is no longer resting on the back of the chair, but looking directly down at me. When I look up at him, we make eye contact and that seems all it took to send him over the edge. His hips thrust into my mouth aimlessly as his grip on my hair tightens. His head throws back and he wails out a "Love you so fuckin' much, swee-" But he gets interrupted, as my head bobs all the way down into his wirey pubic hair, and I swallow. He shouts as his cum shoots deep into my throat. I pull up slightly as his streams of cum become progressively less forceful. I pull away when his breathe evens out, but one last string of cum shoots out and hits me on my cheek.

"W-woah." He whispers simply.

"Don't distract me, and this won't happen." I wink at him, and I go to stand up, but he quickly grabs my arms to pull me into his lap. He winces when my wet cunt brushes up against his oversensitive cock. He powers through and leans up to my ear.

"Oh, you didn't think we were done here, did you? Your dickhead boss can wait an extra day. You won't get off my lap until you've cum at least 3 times, sweet thing," He whispers evily in my ear. I shudder and flush at the nickname, but he smiles.

"God, I love you so fucking much." He declares, as he leans in to kiss me.

I wasn't able to say it back, but he definitely knows. I make sure he does.

@theteabush for you!!! <3 pls reblog if you like!!

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[fatuismooches]

muzzle anon here- thx for HURTING ME SO MUCH :D !!! that dottore fic is 'THE' dottore fic for me now, I will read it over and over and over again, it was an amazing experience. AND I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT

Since you wrote how the raven and sparrow's destinies are intertwined. I was thinking of a reincarnation (modern) au? Idk if you would be interested but I just keep thinking of doctor zandik and fragile reader

Kinda would be ironic if zandik is still experimenting on people to find a cure for reader

Or maybe this time they are actually healthy and happy together?

Oh maybe one day Zandik remembers his past life? How he lost reader? How they both ahem went to the other side haha like the whole "you are as beautiful as the day I lost you" thing

They can also met at an university (like how they met at akademiya) it is giving soulmate vibes but hear me out. When they first see each other, they instantly know each other, they don't know how but there is just this bittersweet feeling. Both are questioning why do they feel this desire to hug each other like they have been apart for so long

(I still cant over the death of the segments, Omega, and the end tho. Beta is my fav segment but ZANDY? GONE? NOO and then Omega also? Considering how reader told Dottore they still loved him, maybe Omega thought reader hated him while dying- Like in the end he thought about how he lost the love of reader. How much he messed up? Ouch .)

Actually wait segments didnt die (delulu talk)

Dottore: it was a prank.

Reader: wha-

Segments: *was just about to celebrate their birthday but now feel guilty they just caused a borderline panic attack*

YESSS GRRRR- Imagine if thousands and thousands of years have passed and Teyvat is unrecognizable from what it once was. Elemental energy, Visions, what makes Teyvat, Teyvat, are no more, and the world is completely modernized. Since Celestia is gone as well, the eternal punishment handed to you and Dottore is finished and you two can finally be reincarnated, and perhaps this time fate may give you a happy ending.

Modern Doctor Zandik and fragile reader... your illness is so mysterious that no medicine or treatment seems to be able to cure it, no one knows what's going on with you despite all the medical advances, you get sent from doctor to doctor, clinic to hospital in hopes of a miracle but nothing... But Dottore, he is widely renowned as one of the best doctors in Teyvat, despite his... attitude. Now obviously you could never dream of affording the money to see him but, it just so happens he hears of your case and takes an interest in you... Now, he never expected to get attached to anyone, much less his patient but, it seems that history repeats itself... (unethical doctor part 2)

Happy and healthy reader... and having an instant connection with Zandik!! Oh my gosh yes. Zandik would be the most confused and annoyed because he had never felt a connection with anyone his whole life, he's always been the one by himself. He tries to ignore it, ignore the building feeling in his chest, but as fate would have it, he finds himself bumping into you far more frequently than he'd like. You've had enough of his pretty man constantly invading your mind, so you approach him one day and it all begins from there. (I imagine if he ever dreamed of his past life with you, it'd teach him not to take you for granted. Especially if it was after a fight with you or something.)

I imagine Omega didn't regret his actions, but he still deeply lamented his relationship with you - he missed whenever you'd barge in and lavish him with your affection, how you'd freely rant to him, how you loved him. All were replaced with stone coldness. But perhaps, this is the price of selfishness, one that he had to pay.

😭😭 Segments pranking you... they feel quite guilty but at the same time, it's really nice to think you care about them so much.

#smooches talks #muzzle anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #IK IM ALWAYS LATE AT RESPONDING BUT THANK U FOR LOVING THE FIC MUZZLE ANON ILYSM #this ask was delicious and if theres one thing abt me im always going to give them a happy ending even if there's angst first #THEY DESERVE HAPPINESS

[sofoulandfairaday]

for @monicafave who asked me about my opinions on Lucius Malfoy.

TW: very brief mention of sexual assault (DE crimes).

Honestly, one of the (few) improvements the movies made on the books. Jason Isaacs is hot. And has so much charisma when playing the villain I cannot see anyone else doing the character justice in the remake. Also, Lucius doesn't have long hair in the books, but it's the only way I imagine him (my headcanon is that Draco grew his hair out eventually too). Also, the choice to make him unshaven in the last movies? Gold. 10/10.

He wore his hair a little shorter in the First War, but still long enough it could be tied back with a ribbon.

Is a victim to one of the worst takes in the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom of all time, which is of course abused!Draco. It angers me more than abused!Black Sisters, or abused!Remus... grrrr, it makes me so mad. If there is one (1) character in the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom, only ONE that we can be sure wasn't abused by his parents, that was Draco. Where - where? - do people get the absurd idea that Lucius was a cruel father and husband, who routinely cheated on his wife and beat her and their son?

(Also, imagine beating/cursing Narcissa Black, who was not only vicious herself, but also the beloved only sister of Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Like. Who would do that? Madmen wouldn't do that.)

Abusive Lucius for the sake of being cruel makes me laugh. It makes me giggle. The man wouldn't be able to correctly use a Stinging Jinx, never mind the fucking Cruciatus Curse, on either of them if Lord Voldemort was pointing his wand directly between his eyes. Although-

Yes, he is a coward. Which, by the way, there is a big difference between being unable to actively hurt your family members and passively standing by when they are threatened/tortured. The big, realistic failure of Lucius, the one that would sour his image in both Draco & Narcissa's minds by the end of DH, is not that he hurts them directly, it's that he says nothing, does nothing, when his son is branded by the Dark Lord and sent on a suicide mission, is that he says nothing, does nothing, when his wife and son are openly mocked by the Death Eaters, who do as they please in his own home. If Voldemort threatened to torture either of them, Lucius would probably fall to his knees, beg for mercy, but he would not, could not bring himself to stand up and dive in front of the curse. He would watch, horrified, as they are tortured- that is what spoils their view of him in the end.

As the author herself has said, the Malfoys' saving grace is that they love each other.

His fault is cowardice, not cruelty (to family at least) and that's the hill I'll die on.

Lucius, as a character, represents the banality of evil. Indifference. Cowardice. Casual cruelty. Upholding of unjust systems. Not sadism. If you don't understand the difference, you're a bad writer.

Moving on.

He was highly competent in the First War. And by competent I mean competent. There is no way this guy was Voldemort's... second in command (?) or at least one of his top-ranking Death Eaters if he acted anything like he did post-Voldemort's rebirth.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh at his character, actually. He's so petty (he tries to ban The Fountain of Magical Fortune from the Hogwarts Library because it depicts the relationship between a witch and a Muggle, which he deems obscene, and when Dumbledore replies “Nu-uh, suck it, I know about all the Half-bloods in your family tree you hide”, the response prompted several further letters from Lucius, consisting of "opprobrious remarks" on Dumbledore's sanity, parentage, and hygiene).

He's a simp for his wife, whom he loves more than anything in the world (except maybe for Draco). He tries to send Draco to Durmstrang, where Karkaroff is headmaster and no Muggleborns are allowed, and Narcissa says “No, I want my son close to home” and that's the end of that. He puts up with having Bellatrix in his house (she really doesn't like him), and the two of them don't kill each other merely for Cissa's sake.

In my headcanons, they didn't hate each other in the First War. They weren't best friends by any means but they respected each other well enough and had a somewhat cordial if a bit prickly relationship (although, I love fics that get their bickering right). But then Halloween 1981 happens. I have a lot of headcanons for that night and I don't think I've ever really detailed them, so I will now.

They have an early dinner all together - Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan - and then the Lestranges leave. After the clock strikes ten, they feel a searing pain in their forearms. The Mark is gone. There are a few minutes of what the fuck do we do now and two very distinct ideas pop up. Bellatrix would rather die than forsake Voldemort, she's willing to battle every soul in Britain if it means finding him. He is not dead, he is not. He is immortal. They have him, they've captured him with some weird trick and are holding him hostage. Lucius, on the other hand, takes a good, hard look at his left forearm and decides well, this fucking sucks but at least we had a good run. He is not about to risk his family name by picking duels with the Aurors. The second after he's waltzing in the Ministry, telling everyone who'll listen that he's just woken up from the Imperius Curse, and blackmailing/bribing/threatening his way out of Azkaban. You must do the same!, Lucius and Narcissa tell Bellatrix. Traitors, backstabbers, vermin, is the reply. She is truly, seriously, hurt and furious that they would denounce the Dark Lord. To her, it's the most horrid of betrayals.

This is when she loses her second sister. It's the moment Narcissa makes it clear that not only she will denounce Voldemort with every breath, but she will stop Lucius from going after a dead master. We have a son, Bella, he is our priority. We have a son, and you do not. You don't know what it means. It's a nice little parallel to the end of Deathly Hallows - I cannot stress this enough: Narcissa's lie to save her son causes her sister's death. Narcissa indirectly kills her. Bellatrix and Narcissa's relationship is never the same after that.

On a lighter note. It's canon that Lucius has little hobbies: peacocks and collecting Dark artefacts!

Also, he has a sick interior designer because the secret chamber beneath their living room is a marvellous idea, I need one of those.

A bit of a germophobe.

Cruel, but again: casual cruelty. Yes, he enjoys tormenting Muggles because they are less than human to him; no, he does not enjoy watching little Mudblood children get bitten by Greyback or Muggle women being raped (and no, before you ask, he would never lower himself to something like that, even if Narcissa wasn't in the picture).

Inspired by the movies, of course, but he has great fashion sense.

He was nice looking, definitely not incredibly handsome (unlike my boy Rodolphus who is hot) but he was very charismatic, so much so that Narcissa Black fell desperately for him, much to Andromeda's dismay and Bellatrix's perplexity.

Elaborate courting ritual (peacock-like, get it? ah ah).

The second most extravagant wedding of the century (Bella & Rod take the cake on that, you have no idea).

I am fascinated by his relationship with Voldemort. By the end of the second war, the two pretty much despise each other (and if Cursed Child is to be believed - which I don't - Lucius had a Time Turner tucked away and never once tried to use it to bring Vold back). But what about during the first war? Lucius' loyalties were always to the Cause more than to the man, and yet he is given the Diary. First War Lucius must have been fascinated by Voldemort - we see a hint of this in GoF when he asks Voldemort to tell them how he managed to survive the Killing Curse.

I think Voldemort saw this fascination and somehow, in his usual arrogance, misunderstood it. You see, the way I think of (and write) the Death Eaters is very Succession-y: everyone wants to be Voldemort's favourite, the one to sit to his right, the closest to him. During the First War, Lucius would have sold his mother to be closest to Voldemort. His entire worldview shifts when Draco is born, and as Lucius grows to love him. The same went for everyone else, including Snape. This is why, to me, Voldemort doesn't see their betrayals years later: he is used to thinking that they would do anything, sacrifice anyone, for him. He doesn't see that the love they feel for others is stronger than whatever fucked-up bond is there.

And, if you think about it, the two Death Eaters that are truly, fanatically, loyal above everything else are the two that are in love with/love him. Bellatrix and Barty.

Stopping now because my head is falling on my keyboard from sleepiness. Hope you enjoyed! I probably have more somewhere.

#hp headcanons #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #draco malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #death eaters

[something-lacking]

Hewie's comment log

A list comprised of everything Hewie says within the comment section throughout the game. Only viewable while playing the hard difficulty.

"You saved me... Now it's my turn to help you. I won't forget this."

"Someone as skinny as you should have been able to do this instead."

"This is the doll that creature was playing with. He played with it so much that he broke it."

"You said 'sit.' so I did. So please... Don't leave me here."

"Every time I bite that guy, the stink is terrible. It makes my nose curl and my eyes water. Yuck!"

"Guess he won't fall for the same trick every time. Oh pooh! Maybe next time."

"Whenever I get pollen on my nose... I can't stop sneezing... Wa-choo! Makes it hard to snag those flowers."

"It's dark and there's not much room. It's really damp, too. Come on, Fiona! Don't make me wait here!"

"Jumping them from behind... Biting their neck... Now that's what I call doggie-style!"

"Arf? He seems... different. Like he's not scary anymore. How bizarre."

"Arf? He stopped moving... Why doesn't he move anymore?"

"Arf!! It feels like I can predict the enemy's moves better now."

"Thought this might be a snack for a second there. Boy is it hard, though."

"Doing this together is fun! What is the name of this game?"

"I've smelled this somewhere before. It's definitely the smell of a vegetable that needs to shut up."

"Didn't hit me! Can't hit me!"

"It smells like 'she' has been through here. I don't like it. I sense danger here!"

"S-She's stopped moving... She looks like... A big doll."

"ARF!!! I feel like I am really starting to connect with Fiona."

"Fiona, why didn't you just try crawling through the peep window?"

"Aww! You found my hidden treasure! Oh well."

"Thank you, Fiona. But I still hurt. I probably can't move around for a while."

"Where did you go? I looked all over for you."

"Did you want to spend some time alone inside the cage?"

"Fiona? Why don't you start running? He's coming! He'll get us!"

"Yay! I love playing games with Fiona."

"We threw him off the edge. Goodbye, bad smell. Goodbye, Riccardo."

"ARF!!!!!! Fiona and I... are soulmates."

"Whoa! Talk about a stinky odor! Moldy rotten wood is just the absolute worst."

"He burned... He melted... He died."

"Oh, come on. Read the memo after we get out of the spooky castle."

If you treat Hewie poorly:

"Aw... M-maybe she hates me?"

"Arf... Arf... F-Fiona? Why is she being so... cold to me."

"Grrrr! Fiona! Why is she being so pissy?"

"Grrrrrr! Enough with the whistling! So annoying! You make me wanna bite you in the ass!"

#haunting ground #hewie #デメント #demento

[sotwk]

Legolas & Tauriel in the SotWK AU

I recently received a Anon Ask asking me about my opinion/views regarding Legolas and Tauriel's relationship, but apparently Tumblr is screwing up a few things for me (including eating up the notifications for some Mutuals that I've tagged in my posts... grrrr!) and that Anon Ask somehow disappeared.

Note: This is how closely I track and value the Asks/Requests I receive. My inbox is pretty full, but I remember them all. Pending Asks burn a hole in the back of my head until they're answered. I never delete Asks, unless they're duplicates or (god-forbid), hate mail.

Anyway! I am determined to answer that deleted/missing Anon Ask because I'm stubborn that way. ;) So before I forget, here are some headcanons about Legolas and Tauriel as their relationship exists in the SotWK Universe:

10 SotWK Facts About Legolas and Tauriel's Friendship:

A Short Answer to the Big Question: Is there a romance between them? In the SotWK AU? NO. Legolas and Tauriel's relationship is mutually and entirely platonic.

However, they have something better than the unrequited pining Legolas had for her in The Hobbit series. They are BEST FRIENDS. In SotWK, these two are even closer and more bonded than they were portrayed in the films.

Legolas and Tauriel are "birthmates": a concept and term I created that refers to a Silvan tradition where Elf children born in the same year are believed to share a special bond akin to that of blood siblings. Elven "birthmates" become best friends literally forever--because it starts from birth and remains endless for as long as their immortal lives endure.

Legolas and Tauriel are devoted to each other, but as best friends, which is love powerful enough that they would give their lives for each other. If anything, Legolas is fiercely protective of Tauriel, so he would be wary of any foreign admirers that may approach her (e.g. Kili).

I gave a brief glimpse into the childhood of Legolas and Tauriel in Chapter 4 of my young Legolas fanfic, "Greenleaf's Day Out".

When they were children, Tauriel was the smart, studious, rule-abiding, well-behaved child while Legolas was the restless, rambunctious, cannot-sit-still mischief maker. But despite their personality clashes and constant bickering, they were great friends, school mates, and playmates.

Tauriel once aspired to be a healer and in fact began training to be one when she reached adulthood. However, her plans changed when the Woodland Realm grew dark and dangerous from the filth of Dol Guldur. Her parents were among those killed in the early attacks of the spiders, and so Tauriel then joined the Mirkwood Spiderhunters before eventually becoming a Captain of the Guard.

Unlike in the movies, Tauriel had known the Elvenqueen, Legolas's mother very well since she was just a child, and so she didn't need to have her death explained; neither would she have ever dreamt of accusing Thranduil of being heartless or unloving. She was well-aware of the family's history and therefore very loyal to the Elvenking and his rule, and rightfully so.

In her youth, Tauriel had a giant not-so-secret crush on Legolas's older brother, Prince Arvellas (who was her teacher/mentor for a time), but she eventually outgrew it. She also had strong relationships with all the Thranduilion princes, who were very fond of her.

Tauriel's fate and actual role in the events of BotFA (SotWK version) actually remains undecided in my head! Does she fall in love with Kili? I honestly don't know, and I will have to cross that bridge when I get there with my Durins Live fanfics.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

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#sotwk headcanon #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #tauriel #legolas #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #the elvenking #lord of the rings #tolkien #tolkien headcanons #tolkien elves #sotwk ocs #thranduilion #arvellas thranduilion

[dreamingdarklyblog]

Extortion!

Grrrr... He won't let me suck his cock again till I tell you about some experiments from... I think last few days?

So he's been playing with using a visualization. I won't go into details on that for safety, just in case. But you know the type, trippy visuals with words overlayed that pop up and cycle through a script.

I have some past history playing with something like it, with fairly mixed feelings. Enjoyed it a lot, but it also caused a lot of problems. So I was pretty nervous trying something similar.

He's been good though, making sure to test things out slowly, reverse things when i get nervous, and trying to make me comfortable.

Anyway, I guess ... today? He got far enough along with his preparations and groundwork that he tried it "for real", and spent a while with me watching them.

He did something. And sent a link. And I felt this... Urge to open it. I could see the words that were going to be in the visual, and it made me panic a little. These were words he was going to put in my head. Thoughts that were going to be in my head. Did I want that? But the urge just kept growing and growing. Until finally I clicked the link, despite some... concerns.

It's a really strange experience. Usually I don't remember trances and such, but this I do. So I guess it's not really a trance? I just sort of fixate. And he had me repeat the words on the visual back to him. I repeated them, and got pretty nervous. I couldn't really think. I was just parroting. But I guess in the back of my mind I was worried, as he left me watching for what felt like hours.

In reality it was about ten minutes >_<

I feel like I should have felt more? Experienced something? But really it just felt like a really long period of time passing by. Like time was slowing down as I just repeated all these phrases I could barely process, because I couldn't think. I just kept repeating. Until I stopped. I closed the visual. I think because he told me to? But I don't really remember that part.

After I closed it I was... Confused. I wasn't sure if I was awake or not. Everything felt strange. Surreal. Detached. I couldn't seem to make my brain form cogent thoughts. But slowly things came back into focus, I guess you could call it.

Once I could sort of form thoughts. Words. It started to click what had changed. Short answer is, lots of things?

I could remember what I had thought. And I knew what I now thought. But it didn't seem to make sense? Like, why did I think that before? It seemed so silly. Why would i have thought that? Why had I been so embarrassed when I was posting before? I couldn't wrap my head around it.

So yeah. That's about where we are now. I still can't really make sense of WHY I used to think some things that I know I thought. I KNOW that I'm thinking differently now, and it's totally because of his tinkering. I Know that. But I can't seem to make sense of why? I can't make the old thoughts make sense? They just seem so... Silly?

So yeah. I think you're all caught up. Time to see if he'll let me suck him off again =)

[captain-mj]

*gnaws on your ankle like a deranged dingo*

BACKROOMS grrrr BACKROOMS

....please?

<3 Also, most likely nearing the end here guys. Also please go vote on @callsign-bunnie poll for Graves to get Dumpling voted in

Felt fitting to post this in (in my time zone) the dead of night

Ghost ate from a buffet he found, scarfing down food. He was starving and starting to regret smashing his radio. Soap's voice echoed through the halls occasionally and he hated it.

Alejandro and Price's voice suddenly echoed through the walls and he hid, balancing high above their heads. He was cautious. If any of the creatures had any intelligence, they would follow one of them. It made the most sense. Infiltrate the group. But Simon was smart. Far smarter than these creatures. They would probably try to group the humans back together. And Ghost would be there.

They wouldn't survive him. He was a fucking hunter. Death fucking incarnate and if they thought for one goddamn minute he'd ever ever let them get close.

Ghost followed them. Nice and slow. Silent.

Alejandro shot all of the balloons they saw and he noticed why when one tried lunging at Price.

Ghost took one out with a knife when one almost caught them off guard. Price noticed the knife and glanced around, but he didn't say anything. He probably knew who their shadow was and Ghost appreciated him not throwing him under the rug.

Price was trying to get a hold of Gaz, but he apparently wasn't having luck. Alejandro had steady conversation with Rodolfo though.

Ghost watched them finally, finally, found a way out of the neon museum. He had already mapped this and the water room area out since he had found a way out. He realized after a while that they had not been here that long. Time was moving weird again and it was hard for him to put a timeline together.

They wandered back into the white tile room that had Soap in it earlier.

The four of them managed to get together. Rodolfo, Alejandro, Soap and Price.

And Ghost. Another Ghost.

"We're still missing Gaz." Price spoke up. "Been trying to talk to him for a while."

Ghost couldn't breath. This... fucker stood so close to Johnny. So goddamn close. It had his white mask on.

"Gaz is here too?" Fake Ghost spoke. He sounded... out of it. Most likely he was mimicking the tone that Ghost had had while frantic.

Ghost followed them silently.

"Yes. He went out a while ago and hasn't appeared yet."

"Have you checked the children's room?" Ghost asked and Simon felt sick. It sounded too much like him. His voice mocked back at him. If the thing took off its mask, it would look like him. Of course it would. It didn't need to see him to know what he looked like. It copied people that had never gone here.

"The children's room?" Rodolfo looked at him, sounding skeptical.

"It's a serious of rooms that look like they're from your childhood. Found it earlier."

Soap looked up. "Oh? Do you think we can see your childhood bedroom?"

"it's an empty room with bunkbeds that I shared with my little brother. Not exactly something you'll find interesting. I'll show you. Want to make sure he's safe." He turned around and started to walk.

Simon perched above their heads, unbeknownst to them. He listened to them.

"How is he?" Price asked while Alejandro and Rodolfo checked each other.

"Uh... I don't.... I don't know. He seems overwhelming fine. I have a feeling he's hiding what's going on in his head."

Price nodded. "We'll keep an eye on him of course." He sounded concerned and Simon watched them. There was no way for them to be able to really tell them apart. He had no clue how much this thing knew. They had managed to trick him a few times so they clearly had enough intelligence to do so. It also tricked Soap.

Price thought something was wrong. He had felt like he was being watched this entire time, but something about right now was even worse. But no matter where he looked, he saw nothing.

So he followed Ghost to the children's room. They were disturbing. It turned into a hallway with no doors in the doorways. It was pretty clear which were Alejandro, Rodolfo and Soap's. He could tell by the fabrics used and the fact that two of them had several posters that were in Spanish. He doubted Soap would get posters in a language he didn't speak.

Ghost didn't have one. "Maybe it can only do it once? I was just in it earlier." He seemed to be wondering the same thing. "Shame."

"Why?" Price asked.

"Just wanted to see it again."

"Place probably feeds on childhood thoughts or some weird shit." Alejandro broke up their thoughts. He looked pissed at one of the rooms. "I hate this place."

Rodolfo nodded, looking uncomfortably at his own room. "Gotta agree with you there." He moved closer to the group. Price noticed that all of them but Ghost had.

Price didn't look at his room. Skipped right fucking over it.

Gaz found them. Or, well, they found Gaz. Something was in the room with him. Saliva dripping from its mouth as he watched him sleep.

Price had never shot something as fast as he did now. He kept shooting and shooting and shooting. The thing disappeared. Price really, really hoped it died.

He grabbed Gaz and shook him immediately. Slowly, slowly, Gaz blinked his eyes. Gaz groaned before yanking away and throwing up on the floor. The dinosaur in his arms fell on to the floor and immediately dissolved.

Price hugged him immediately and yanked him out of the room. He started to quickly back up, watching Ghost as he watched them in turn. He went to speak. Price could see his mask move as if to talk at least.

And then... a... second Ghost? Hit him hard with the butt of his gun and instead of either shooting, they started to fist fighting.

Everyone else had their guns up immediately. Mostly because they were fucking confused.

Soap stared at the two of them. One in just a balaclava with the mask on his hip and one with the mask on it. He immediately moved his gun to the one without the mask. He'd notice if Ghost was fake. He'd fucking notice.

Right?

They both scrambled at each other and started to keep going and going. Unnaturally fast, but that's just how Ghost was.

Fuck.

"Both of you up and apart right fucking now." Alejandro barked with a large amount of authority. It took a moment before they both slowly separated.

As expected, they looked exactly the same. Soap wanted to trust himself. He'd know he was talking to the real Ghost, right? Of course he would.

Partially unmasked Ghost took off the balaclava. Soft blond hair. Big brown eyes with a stripe of blue. All the scars perfectly in place. "Johnny.' He sounded more confident. More him. But that made it more confusing because over the radio, he had sounded so stressed. "You gotta believe me."

"We've been together for hours." The one still wearing the mask hissed. "And I wouldn't take my mask off so willingly."

"Or can you just not copy my face?" Taunts. He was taunting the other one. Why?

Soap slowly moved his gun back and forth, completely lost.

"Fucking hell."

#johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #backrooms cod

[cloudraker]

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Aaaaaa sweet!!

Could I possibly ask for TFP Bulkhead, Ratchet and another other bots of your liking (if you'd like) with a male s/o who absolutely loves how cool they look? Knows all about cars and geeks out seeing them because they just look so damn awesome? Always loves to ride in their alt modes as well because, awesome fucking alt mode, and it's really comfy and he loves to just chat happily with them. Tends to fall asleep in their back seat as well or even on them when I'm bot mode. I just love these robot aliens so much grrrr they're so cool looking

I also hope this isn't too much!! You're always free to decline this request!!

For sure! Thank you for requesting :D please excuse the lack of detail in the title, I wasn't sure how to write it out without it being super wordy ^^' and you're right!! they're insanely cool looking?? like i genuinely think tfp ratchet has one of the best ratchet designs,,,

TFP Bulkhead and Ratchet with a male S/o who likes their alt mode

under the cut :)

Bulkhead

Congrats! You probably know more about the schematics of his alt mode than he does

He isn't used to being fawned over in this manner, and honestly finds all the attention to be a bit embarrassing (in a good way!). That doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it, he just gets rather flustered if you compliment him more than like twice in a short time

Has no issues with you riding around in his alt mode, and even volunteers to drive you places if he's got the time

The first time you fell asleep in his alt mode he was worried something had happened to you and he hadn't noticed. After being woken up by his voice asking if you were okay, he was taken aback when you said you had fallen asleep because you found his seats to be so comfortable

He'll ask if you've been getting enough sleep, and then apologize for waking you up

Having you fall asleep on him when he was in bot mode was quite a shock! He didn't think metal plating would be comfortable enough to sleep on, but here you were anyways

Afterwards you explain that he's just so warm and you trust him to keep you from falling. He really isn't used to being seen as somebody safe enough to fall asleep on; he's a wrecker and an all around big bot, but he's touched that you consider him someone you can sleep around

Will happily listen to you talk about cars even if he doesn't really understand what you're talking about. He's got a few questions, but mostly he's content to listen and absorb information

Ratchet

The first time you tell him how cool you find his alt mode to be, he tells you to go hang out at the hospital

Honestly tunes out your rambling at the start, choosing to focus on his work than whatever it is you're saying. He grows fond of your voice over time, though, and finds a balance between work and listening

Though he'd never say it out loud, he finds the sheer amount of trivia you know about vehicles to be rather endearing

Any questions you have about Cybertronian alt modes and vehicles he's willing to answer, even pulling up diagrams and old texts to support his 'lessons'

You don't often get to see his alt mode, but when you do he can't help but feel a bit flustered at the level of excitement you show

It's even more rare that he'll offer a ride, only having done so a few times in the span of your relationship. If he sees that you're particularly upset about something, he'll ask if you want to go for a drive, claiming he needs a break from work

If he's in an especially good mood he might even offer to drive with the sirens on

He isn't too surprised the first time you fall asleep in his alt mode; it's an ambulance and the seats are surprisingly plush. If there aren't any pressing matters to attend to, he's content driving around for a while until you wake up on your own

He's still gonna chastise you for not getting enough rest, even if you have been. There's nothing wrong with napping, he says, just don't make a habit of it

Ratchet's been the one to pick you up a few times, and each time he can't help the affectionately lighthearted sigh at your obvious glee as you run over to him

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers prime #tfp #transformers headcanons #maccadam #bulkhead #tfp bulkhead #bulkhead x reader #ratchet #tfp ratcher #ratchet x reader

[stemms]

Ive rambled on before about c!Tommy seeing c!Dream as an older brother figure but it is soooo important to me because it makes everything hit so much harder. Somebody he trusted and how that trust was betrayed and and it's just so good. I don't tend to go into full lore infodump on here but if you want to here about my thoughts on stuff, I'd be happy to share. Anyway, c!Tommy looking up to c!Dream as somebody he can be like and getting that feeling back in a twisted sort of way during exile and how fucked up c!Dream would get upon finding that out. Anyway, I'm normal about c!Prime, promise

GRRRR YESSS, c!Tommy seeing c!Dream as an older brother figure is very important to me too! It makes literally any c!Prime interaction hit so much harder because of how much it contrasts with the boy's initial attitude towards him. I mean, isn't it unbelievable that their lighthearted wars and arguments have led to c!Dream stalking, isolating, abusing, and willing to torment c!Tommy eternally?

Not to mention that because c!Tommy looked up to c!Dream, it makes sense why he was willing to forgive him time and time again- at least, until Doomsday and his death in the prison. He must've been afraid of being mistaken and praising the wrong person for so long...

Also, I imagine that at first, c!Dream was perfectly aware of c!Tommy's attitude towards him, and he genuinely appreciated it. However, soon enough, he started seeing it as proof that the boy belonged to him, and him alone :) :) :)

Feel free to share more of your thoughts on this, I'm very excited to hear them!! Also, c!Prime brothers propaganda my beloved <3

#ask #my c!prime thoughts #voidwizardwholikestheshadows #dsmp #tw abuse #tw obsessive behaviour #tw possessive behaviour

[strwberri-milk]

May I request some fluff involving Kaeya's S/O tending to Kaeya's hair? Washing it, brushing it, braiding it or just playing with it in general. Kaeya's hair is long and undoubtedly soft and NEEDS to be touched and caressed so much (much like Kaeya himself).

Bonus points: S/O is very good at braiding and, when they're feeling playful, they do up Kaeya's hair in incredibly elaborate braided styles that get all the people of Mondstadt staring in awe at Kaeya for the rest of the day, and he basks in the attention like the peacock he is while making it no secret it's his S/O's handiwork, and when S/O undoes said elaborate hairstyle at the end of the day, it's a slow & sensual & tender experience, lots of gently running fingers through Kaeya's locks & sneaking kisses on his face & shoulders

cries screams and **** i love that shit so much i fucking grrrr

Kaeya's used to doing his hair by himself now. He's been doing it alone for a while now, so it's not like it's something weird to him.

However, once you started to play with his hair he realised just how much he liked it. It not only kept you so close to him, but it also was such a soothing sensation to him, making him melt into you with happy sighs.

He trusts you enough to not really think much about any potential consequences that could come up from you being given free rein of his hair. Honestly, as far as he's concerned, you're probably going to do amazing, and if you don't it's all water under the bridge because he spent time with you as you did it.

He can hear you shuffling around behind him almost nervously, taking a sip of his drink and reading his book with a hidden amused smile.

"Sweetheart? Is something wrong?" he asks, finally turning to look at you.

"No, nothing. I just..." he can tell you want to ask him something, gesturing for you to crawl into his lap. You do so, maybe less gracefully than he thought but he easily catches you, kissing your cheek.

"What is it? What do you want?"

"Can I do your hair?"

The look you give him melts his heart, your puppy dog eyes are totally unneeded but definitely useful if he was considering saying no. Instead of replying, he just turns his back to you, letting his hair out and chuckling to himself at the happy noise you make as you run off to get your things.

Your touch is warm and lingering, pressing soft kisses against his scalp and resting your hands on his shoulders as you plan your next move, hmming and haahing from behind him.

He laughs whenever he feels you getting distracted, tangling your fingers through his locks and messing with them. It's quiet and you can barely hear him, but he is so happy to know you're having such a good time combing through his hair.

When you're done he can't help but whistle lowly at the sight of himself in the mirror. He preens a little, facing this way and that way to admire the braids and loose curls that perfectly frame his face. He's glad he's got some errands to run now, happily showing off his hair. Every time someone comments on it he tells them how you put so much effort into it, flaunting just how much you love him.

"It was such a long day. I felt like a walking advertisement for you," he teases when he's finally able to relax, sitting between your legs and leaning against the mattress.

"So? Is that a bad thing?" you scold, pulling on his scalp as you undo his hair to mess with him.

"Yes. It was awful telling everyone just how in love I am with you," he laughs, tilting his face up for a kiss.

You take your time taking his hair down, eventually ending up on the floor behind him. You're leaning against him, massaging his scalp as you press kisses against his neck. He hums happily, leaning back against you as well as you brush out his hair, pulling you around so you can work on his bangs.

"Any longer and I might fall asleep," he yawns, putting his arms around your waist.

"You can sleep. That's fine."

You pull him into your chest, cupping his hands in your face and peppering him with kisses. He falls into you, sighing in contentment and letting you spoil him with attention, practically crawling into your lap as you continue to lavish him with kisses until you decide to persuade him into the bed. You finish up as he burrows into the sheets, continuing to mess with his locks until the two of you fall asleep together.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ruggie Bucchi Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 1

"I went through a ton!"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Leona's Room]

Ruggie: C'mon, Leona-san. I told ya again 'n again to please put your clothes in the basket 'stead of just tossin' 'em everywhere!

Ruggie: When you leave things on the floor, the vacuum's gonna try 'n suck it up, see?

Leona: Sigh… I got it, already. Don't screech so much, Ruggie.

Ruggie: I'm tellin' ya, 'cause ya don't "got it"～ Geez, try puttin' yourself in my shoes sometimes.

Ruggie: Maan, you got wrinkles in this 'spensive lookin' cloth. Poor thing～

Ruggie: Ah! There's some over here, too! Isn't this what you wore yesterday?

Ruggie: I'm just askin' ya to put the stuff you take off in one place 'stead of all over! …Hey, huh? A PE uniform…?

Ruggie: Hey, Leona-san. You got a rip in your PE uniform the other day durin' a Magift match and threw it away, didn'tcha?

Leona: Hah? …Yeah, guess something like that happened.

Ruggie: Unlike me, you got a spare PE uniform, so it wasn't an issue or nothin'…

Ruggie: But until your new one gets here, ya only got one extra set, so I'm pretty sure I told ya these need washed.

Ruggie: So then why're these still dirty 'n on the floor!?

Ruggie: Leona-san, you got flight class tomorrow, right? What were you plannin' on wearin'?

Leona: So annoying, already… Just gotta wash those and I can wear them.

Ruggie: …Just for the record, who did you think would wash 'em?

Leona: You.

Ruggie: Siiiiigh… But whatever, I'm used to this now, so it's fine.

Ruggie: Oh but, it's almost evenin', I gotta hurry, or they might dry 'fore tomorrow.

Ruggie: Leona-san, I'll wash whatever else you got, so if there's anything need washed, put 'em out for me.

Leona: Yeah, sure.

Ruggie: You okay if I wash 'em together with my stuff?

Leona: …

Ruggie: Aaand, he's sleepin'. Fine, fine, I'll just do whatever～

Ruggie: And, there we go! Whew～ …It's actually pretty heavy when it's a two-man load of clothes.

Ruggie: Ooookay. Where's the detergent…

Ruggie: …Huh, it's empty?

Ruggie: Oh yeah, now I remember, I used up the last bit of detergent the last time I did laundry. Heeey, Leona-san!

Leona: Mm… Grrrr…

Ruggie: …Yeaaah, it'll be more of a pain for me later if I wake ya up now, huh…

Ruggie: …Guess I gotta go to the Mystery Shop… I'll just have Leona-san pay me back.

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Sam: Welcome to Mr. S's Mystery Shop.

Sam: Oh, you're wearing your white lab coat, did you run out of something during an experiment?

Sam: If you need things for chemistry, it's on the far back shelf. Potionology ingredients are beside that. And for alchemy…

Ruggie: Wait, no, I'm just wearin' my lab coat to do laundry, so I'm good. 'Cause see, if I got my dorm uniform dirty, it'd cost a ton to clean it, right?

Ruggie: Sooo, what I'm lookin' for is your detergent. Y'know, the stuff I always buy; the real nice smellin', expensive one.

Ruggie: I don't see 'em where ya usually got 'em stocked. Rather, it's like they're all gone…?

Trey: Sorry, Ruggie, I bought the last one this morning.

Ruggie: Ehhh～! That puts me in a pinch, Trey-san!

Ruggie: I gotta wash Leona-san's PE uniform before tomorrow.

Trey: Yeah, that's my bad.

Ruggie: You don't sound like it at all. Maybe I'll borrow some from Jack… Sigh…

Ruggie: But still, that's weird. Usually, there's way too much in stock for 'em to all disappear like that…

Trey: It's probably because all of the others in my dorm bought them all…

Ruggie: Eh?

Trey: Oh, it's nothing.

Trey: Well, what about if you use some of my detergent? I can let you borrow enough for one load.

Ruggie: Yoo～ You sure～?

Trey: Yeah. Only, before I go and grab the detergent for you, there's a place I want to swing by…

Ruggie: Sure, that's fine enough.

Ruggie: Ah, but can ya do it 'fore it gets dark? I really need all my laundry to be dry by tomorrow.

Trey: Don't worry, it won't take that long.

Trey: Probably.

Ruggie: Mmkay. Then, let's hurry 'n go get done what ya need to then, Trey-san.

Ruggie: …Lucky me～ I got to save one laundry load's worth of money… Shishishi ♪

Ruggie: Oh yeah, so what were you buyin' here? Weren't you here this mornin', too?

Trey: Yeah… It's just, we ran out of paint.

Ruggie: Paint…?

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by kunoichi101.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #leona kingscholar #sam #twst ruggie #twst trey #twst leona #twst sam #twst translation