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matrixbearer2024 · 3 months

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I'm On Your Screens.

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

Vox's POV of "Get Off My Screen!"

A/N: This is the silly TV man's POV on what I had written earlier since it was mainly just how dear reader saw everything. I wanted to do this before working on the Vox x Reader requests so I could do some practice on this dude's character hahaha. Also my goodness Tumblr you are THIRSTY for this man! Aaaaah I love it anyway so keep those ideas coming people!

Vox is a busy man, dealing with the other two Vees' chaos alongside his company kept his hands full daily.

Either always irate out of his mind or even grumpy because of it.

Velvette called him again because of Valentino making a bloody mess.

Oh great, this shit AGAIN-

Upon further inspection, the moth overlord was pretty much throwing another pissy tantrum because something didn't go his way.

Something about one of his whores stepping out of line or whatever?

Vox wasn't exactly listening.

Throughout that entire fit, Vox had half a mind to tell Valentino to just suck it up.

Sometimes shit goes wayside, it is what it is.

He was already exhausted mentally and physically by the time he dragged himself back into his monitor room.

Plopping himself back down on his chair, Vox let out a tired sigh and just stared at the many screens around him.

So imagine his surprise when he saw a random screen just crackle and fizz like an old CRT booting up.

Hell had done away with those darn things years ago-

He even made sure of it!

He swiveled his chair around to look closer at the fuzzy image that had appeared.

The static filter over the picture was definitely reminicent of an older TV screen.

He could barely make out a group of figures hunched over... something?

Vox tried to travel through the screen, as he could with the many many others in the room around him-

"FUCKING-! OUCH?!"

Only for it to rebound back.

Vox didn't know whether to be confused or surprised that he managed to zap himself.

HimSELF.

Besides that, a random prompt appeared on the screen.

What kind of haunted bullshit was this?

"What's your name?"

Okay, someone had to be pulling a prank on him.

Despite being skeptical, he decided to humor this weird situation.

"Okay-? The keyboard doesn't work. How am I supposed to use this thing? Just write on the screen?"

Despite his sarcastic remark to no one in particular, yes.

That was in fact what he had to do.

Which Vox found out pretty soon, and he felt a little idiotic that it wasn't the first thing he tried.

He had to squint to kind of understand what was happening on the other side of the screen.

He'd written his name on the screen aaaaand-

Great, absolutely nothing happened.

Someone had to be fucking with him.

There wasn't even any audio so he couldn't even use that for hints.

The group he'd been watching just all of a sudden jumped up and pointed towards him.

Or at least that's what it looks like.

Could they see him?

He wasn't even sure what happened next, the group somewhat hastily moved out of his sight.

Oh whatever.

Vox was about to just forget about the weirdness of the situation if something else hadn't popped up on an adjacent screen.

A phone homepage.

What the hell was that doing on his screens?

It wasn't like there was anyone in particular he was interested enough to look through their stuff.

Ohhhh he could interact with it this time.

Dumb fucking hackers could only zap him once, HA!

The screen with the TV filter quickly shut off when he interacted with the phone menu however.

He should really check his mainframe security and firewalls after this-

It took him no time at all to rummage away and scrounge up whatever he could from the phone.

Might as well do away with the tacky wallpaper while he's at it-

"Y/N huh?"

He saw your photos as well, only becoming more and more confused with the situation.

Were you a living human???

The camera app was unresponsive to his attempts at interacting with it.

So was the recording app...

Guess he couldn't use it to spy this time.

Before long, the phone was also being interacted with.

Vox could only guess it was you.

"Oh great- yeah, just go back to using the shitty wallpaper that I switched out on PURPOSE."

It didn't take much longer before Vox noticed other nearby screens popping up with electronic screens similar to this one.

He totally switched back the wallpaper before messing with the other stuff-

It was always the same, the cameras wouldn't work and neither would the microphones.

For a technology overlord, Vox found himself slightly irritated by how limited his actions were.

wtf was he even supposed to do with this?

Once he retired for the night, he wondered if all of this would just go away come morning.

Spoiler alert: It didn't.

Though the tacky wallpaper was back again.

Hm... this could be fun.

This went on for a few days, he and you were switching the wallpapers back and forth.

It was either his face or whatever random shit you'd change it with.

Sometimes Vox would just let you have some peace before switching it back after an hour.

He could only imagine how irritated you were.

Too bad he couldn't hear or see it.

But seeing you constantly battle with him for the wallpaper priority was entertaining enough.

Vox didn't bother with any of your other files or anything else at the moment.

He didn't see the point in doing so yet anyway.

Of course that was until the notepad opened.

"I know you're in there. Stop messing with me."

He chuckled seeing you type out the message, guess the jig was up.

But he wasn't going to stop this game you both were playing just yet.

"Oh I know, you're just fun to mess with doll."

Little did Vox know that his snarky response would've been the start to an... odd companionship to say the least.

Both of you exchanged messages over the months.

Either idle talk or just conversation about anything under the sun.

If something bothered him at work, most likely he'd leave a rant on your notepad for you to find.

Similarly, if you've had a shitty day- he'd quickly know.

"You're obsessed with this Alastor guy huh?"

"No, he's just an old timey prick who keeps fucking up my stuff."

"You're obsessed."

"Fuck you. >:/"

Interacting with you ended up taking more of his free time and the other Vees would be confused why he spent so much more time in his monitor room.

Vox just brushed them off and rolled his eyes.

He wasn't attached.

He didn't actually care for you did he?

Yeah no absolutely not-

There was a point Vox did get bored enough to look into your files though.

He spent a good hour sorting through stuff while you got work done.

"You should really label your files better."

"It's not that bad."

"Really? After I spent a good while organizing and managing your shit because of some randomly named ones? A goddamn 'thank you' would've been nice."

"Random? I don't do random."

"Oh yeah? What's this one? 'Yeetus' or this one- 'Bababooey'?! Hell, this one is just keysmash!"

"Oh shut up, I still find my things."

"HOW????"

Vox proceeded to rant and bitch about it for another hour-

Sometimes when he just wanted to fuck with you, he'd steal control of the cursor.

It was purely just to spite you.

Your notepad rants afterwards kept him entertained.

He was slightly proud that he beat your wallpaper war.

Or so you dubbed it.

Now his grin was practically a permanent plaster on your devices.

Even so, when he wasn't busy Vox sometimes found himself looking over at your work.

"How is your grammar this shitty?"

"We have grammarly for that, I don't really care much."

"Grammar- what??"

Inadvertently he ended up being your spellchecker every so often.

He only realized how much help he'd been giving once you mentioned in passing that your English professor bumped up your grade.

Why?

Because your writing was just better.

Correction-

Vox's writing was better.

He wouldn't let you hear the end of it for weeks.

You knew it was a mistake telling him.

He didn't even stop his trolling there.

Once he figured out how to overload your computer's memory, it was lag central.

Then he started messing with the display and aspect ratio, making visual glitches while he pulled up random tabs or applications you needed to fight him to close.

"I'm in class you jackass! We can do this when I get home!"

"Nope, I don't think I will. >:3"

He thought he was doing you a favor giving your devices some custom flair as well.

"Are these emojis of you?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy them."

"Huh, cool."

He thought he was doing great as your companion, until you downloaded that thing.

What in Lucifer's name was it even?

Another tiny human in your desktop?

"What the fuck is that."

"My new desktop companion, do you like it?"

Vox didn't even bother replying, watching it move around and emote for a hot minute while his eye twitched.

Were you trying to piss him off?

Eventually he took his frustration out on it with the cursor to the best of his ability.

Even if it only irritated him more that it kept getting back up unharmed.

Fucking hell, if you wanted a visual desktop companion you could have just ASKED.

Even if he stayed up a few extra hours to work on it, Vox felt like it was worth it.

He was better than that stupid little companion thing you downloaded.

"Did you upgrade my desktop pet by any chance?"

"Why? Do you not like it?"

"Nah, it's actually pretty cute. Thanks."

Vox couldn't bring himself to reply to that.

He was not fucking CUTE!

It totally flew over his head that you called it a desktop "pet".

Depending on his mood, he would use the small thing to emote or just keep you entertained.

At least you could sort of see him.

Even when he couldn't see you.

However, Vox was still Vox and he couldn't help himself to a little mischief here and there.

You both met by sheer coincidence from a weird situation.

Still, the tech overlord couldn't help but be just slightly glad it happened to him.

If Vox had to actually be honest, you weren't all rainbows and sparkles.

You could be a total bitch if you wanted to.

Heh, maybe there'd be a chance he'll finally meet you down here.

Guess he'll just have to wait and see until then.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x you #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #he's a little shit #a charming little shit tho #I need to write more of this fool #Get Off My Screen Series

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twogyuu · 9 months

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20cm

Pairing: Soonyoung x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which the best shot was because of the height difference between you and him.

Genre: Fluff (oh so soft), established relationship

Warnings: Reader is shorter than Soonyoung, unedited

WC: 581

A/N: Purely self-indulgement bc I AM 20cm shorter than him 🤡 Inspired by TXT's '20cm'.

Respectfully, Kwon Soonyoung, just one chance PLEASE 🧎🏻‍♀️😭🙏🏻

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“Step back a bit further!” you directed him. You lifted your phone higher, trying your best to capture both his face and the sign of the famous ice cream shop behind you.

“Isn’t this too far?” Soonyoung asked. He peered over your shoulder to try and get a better look at the screen of your phone. He frowned a bit, disappointed that he was several feet behind you just to be included in the shot.

You hummed in frustration, tilting your phone up and down still not quite satisfied with the image. It was always one or the other and the problem was still the same: too much background and not enough Soonyoung, or too much of you and not enough Soonyoung.

You tapped at the screen to change the photo size from 3:4 to 9:16 to see if it would help, but it only made the image more awkward.

“We have to hurry,” Soonyoung ushered gently as he saw the line begin to move again, “Or we’ll lose our spot.”

“I can’t get a good view of us,” you explained. “It’s my mom’s favorite ice cream place when she was in college – I just . . . wanted to document it.”

Soonyoung couldn’t help but let his heart melt a little. He knew you were wholesome, it’s one of the traits that drew him to you. Nonetheless, it took him by surprise every time whenever that side of you came out in full display. It was all the more endearing when you weren’t aware of it.

“Here, let me help you,” Soonyoung said. He nodded in apology to the group of young girls behind him and ushered them forward, silently letting them go forward.

“Soonyoung, our spot!” you exclaimed.

“It’s fine,” he replied, taking your phone from you. “We can wait a little longer.”

A small gasp left your lips, the tips of your ears growing hot as he felt his arm slip around your waist and pull your back into his chest. His hand felt warm resting over your abdomen.

After a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, he raised his arm with your phone in his hand pointed at the both of you.

“Alright, ready?” Soonyoung asked, nestling his chin atop your head and grinned widely. “Smile!”

The shutter went off as he took a few shots.

Soonyoung unraveled himself from you, though, he didn't quite let go, hooking his pinky loosely around yours. He handed you your phone to check the images.

You tried your best to hide your content, but immediately, the corner of your lips stretched wide across your face as you admired the pictures.

They were just right.

Better, even.

You were quick to send him a copy of them, turning to Soonyoung, hand outstretched, silently asking for his phone.

“Hm?” he hummed, slightly confused.

“Your phone,” you chuckled.

“Oh,” he fished it out of his back pocket and placed it in your palm.

Typing in his password (he knew yours too), you downloaded the photos and tinkered with the settings, making the one with Soonyoung’s eyes closed his wallpaper.

“Ta-da,” you said softly, passing his phone back to him.

Soonyoung peered at the image, letting out a soft chortle. "Cute."

“Thank you.”

He winked at you cheekily, nudging your chin playfully. “Perks of having a boyfriend twenty centimeters taller than you.”

You rolled your eyes, lunging at him playfully, but hooking your arm in his instead.

“Ice cream awaits, Kwon Soonyoung.”

#soonyoung x reader #soonyoung fluff #soonyoung scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff

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elonmuskfansgossipblog · 6 months

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part 6

Now we are free.

After a heady, orgiastic night, she woke up changed, feeling as if she had the power of many minds, full of energy and good humor, and when she thought about him she felt something like an electric discharge in her head. Hmm... baffling- she thought. She turned on the computer, and very strange wallpaper appeared on the screen, some animation, two red and blue balls, swirled, merged, exploded into the words "quantum entanglement" and then disappeared. oh! It's going to be an interesting day, glitch in a matrix. She turned on the radio and from the speakers came:

You were standing (you know it's true) I was there (worlds collided) Two worlds collided (we're shining through) And they could never tear us apart

-Is this some joke? - she laughed loudly.

She sat down in the armchair and was about to do her business when she heard a whisper: leave it all and write for me, I want to know how it ends.

- Damn, I need to see a psychiatrist, my dreams have been crazy lately, but the voices when I'm awake?! - she wanted to write a note in her phone, but she couldn't find it - I probably left it in her purse - the purse was nowhere to be found either. She sat on the bed to collect her thoughts, when suddenly in her mind's eye she saw a large cinema screen and on it she saw him, riding the Cybertruck and listening to music. Her heart started pounding like crazy, she could see him live! He looked happy, he was whistling a tune quietly, he was just turning a corner when a huge, terrifying fart split the air in the cabin. She saw him jump up, scared like a panda. "Oops, another tire inflated" he laughed loudly and mockingly. Then the image blurred and disappeared, probably because she was also bursting with laughter and tuned out of the signal. All in all, she wasn't too surprised, she could see remotely, but it never occurred to her to spy on him, especially since time didn't matter here, she could see any moment at any time. She relaxed again and thought "Well, let's see how you did in Baldur's Gate 3, I was lynched on the blog for that." This time, she wanted to see the scene from his perspective, she had mastered connecting with the consciousness of another mind quite well in her dreams, but would it work the same in waking life? She will most likely see the most exciting moment, such moments leave the clearest trace when new emotions occur. An image appeared, the scene flashed briefly, she didn't need to see more, she burst into laughter again, howled with laughter because she saw him having sex with a bear! She was ecstatic, he was so disarmingly human in everything he did, and for a moment she was fooled into the illusion that he was completely normal. She lay down on the bed to think for a while, she could, it was Sunday morning, nothing was chasing her. "Hey, little one, it works both ways" she heard. There was music in the room, Air On A G String, she saw him lying in his bed with his phone in his hand, he was reading part 2 of the story and thinking about her, probably quite intensely, she felt his arousal as her own, his penis was already ready, sticking out like the Washington Monument, lightly stroked by his hand, and with each movement her excitement grew. "Come to me" she heard his tender whisper. The transfer was immediate, and at the same moment she gave her inner consent, she was next to him. She was sitting between his legs, his thighs were so hot, the wonderful smell of Shalimar spread in the room "mhm... art deco even in the air..." She leaned over him, first her tongue enjoyed it, and then she covered it with her mouth, mmm... ice cream so good , yes yes yes and his rocket was ready to fly. She sat on him so thirsty, he grabbed her waist and she sucked him with her pussy. They came together. It was the most delicious breakfast you could have on a Sunday morning accompanied by a cello.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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sugatrapp · 6 months

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「 W a f f l e s 」

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Pairings: Carmen Berzatto x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You wanted to take a picture with Carmy, but he didn’t take it seriously. You threatened to post the failed pictures on Instagram, but then he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse.

Warnings: NSFW / Sexual Themes ~ Spanking ~ Food Play ~ Non-specified gender or genitalia of reader ~ just an overall playful and goofy mood with a little spice

A/N: It’s my birthday today, but I figured why should I be the only one to enjoy today? Well, you’ll probably enjoy it more than me since I have classes 🙃 but still hope you like the story!

AO3

Masterlist

Ko-Fi

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Being around Carmen felt as natural as breathing. From the moment you met, you knew right away there was no one else you’d rather give your heart to. He made you laugh even when he wasn’t trying, he remembered the most minuscule details about you and what you liked, and he was always there when you needed him. You could never bother me. ‘M only a call or text away, he’d remind you for the fortieth time after you admitted to not wanting to add to his stress from work. No one could ever dream of asking for a better boyfriend.

Except whenever you tried to take pictures with him.

It had been ten minutes since you asked him to take a picture with you for your socials. Saving memories was your second favorite part of making them, so it was inevitable that you’d ask him. But he was in an especially playful mood that day. The smile he flashed at the camera was overly wide and a bit creepy if you looked long enough. With a pout, you shoved him away while he laughed.

“You’re such a jag off.”

He held a hand over his mouth to calm himself down to no avail. “Hey, I smiled didn’t I?”

“Like a serial killer.”

He shrugged and kissed your forehead as an apology. As you scrolled through the handful of failed images, a lightbulb flicked on over your head.

“I don’t even care, I’m still gonna post them.”

“No you’re not.”

When he saw the blank expression on your face, he reached for the phone only for you to hold it out of his grasp. You both made eye contact. A glint he knew all too well flashed behind your eyes. A glint that meant you were going to be a bratty pain in the ass. He reacted a second too slow as your form dodged his arms and took off running up the stairs. He rushed after you, but you had already shut and locked yourself in the bedroom. He banged on the door.

“Babe open the door! You better not post those.”

“Or what Carmen?” You asked, putting emphasis on his name.

“I’ll sue.”

You chuckled. “Guess I’ll be seeing you in court then.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his curls while pacing. What to do, what to do? After a moment, an idea popped into his mind and he smirked. He made sure to get nice and close to the area of the door where he knew you were standing.

“I’ll spank you.”

There was dead silence for a while before you spoke in a breathless whisper.

“Promise?”

He hummed in agreement. “Just give me your phone and you can have what’s behind door number one.”

“What’s the catch?”

You knew him too well.

“You take however many I feel you deserve—“ you made a sound of protest, “but I’ll sweeten the deal with some waffles.”

You thought over his proposal, but the throbbing between your legs had already decided. The lock clicked and the door swung open. You huffed as you handed over your phone. He deleted all but one of the photos, using it to set your wallpaper to his creepy smile before pocketing the phone. You’d see his surprise later.

You were bouncing your leg the entire time he was preparing the waffles. Carmy was awfully heavy handed when it came to punishments. Just a few weeks ago when he caught your hand between your legs without permission, you thought he was in a good mood helping you find your release. But then he kept going and going until you were too sore and sensitive to handle him even breathing on your skin.

A shiver ran up your spine as the steaming stack of waffles was placed on the island in front of you. While you were zoned out, he had dressed them up with whipped cream and berries, topping it off with buttermilk syrup. You were definitely not going to be able to sit down properly for a while.

“You wanna eat ‘em now or take ‘em with you?”

“With me,” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t worry babe, I won’t go easy on you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You frowned as he chuckled, giving you one last nicety of a kiss at your temple before he got down to business.

“Bedroom in three. Don’t be late.”

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He was sitting at the edge of the bed when you entered. Beside him was a can of whipped cream. He patted his leg with a smirk on his face.

You took a deep breath before walking over, carefully lying across his lap with your waffles. You had sliced them into smaller pieces downstairs to make it easier. He wasted no time, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them off. You flinched as he gave you a light playful swat, laughing.

“I haven’t done anything yet, baby, relax.”

Easy for him to say. You knew he was lulling you into a false sense of security as he caressed your bare bottom, but you couldn’t help but melt, taking a bite of the waffles. It was heavenly, all fluffy and sweet, bright flavors exploding in your—

Smack!

You yelped as his hand came down hard on your right cheek.

“Count,” he demanded.

“O-One chef.”

“Good.”

Another on the right. Two chef. Three chef. Four. It wasn’t until eight when he switched to the left. It was because the right cheek was slightly smaller than the other. You were insecure about it at first, but he made sure to give it equal attention in any other case. But in this case, it didn’t help.

Tears streamed down your face at eleven, shoving more waffle in your mouth to mask your noises. His hand left your hot skin for a moment and you braced for another hit only to be met with a cold spray of whipped cream. He smeared the cream over your sore bottom, bending over to lick it off.

You mewled, forcing yourself to remain still as he tongued you down, open mouth kisses getting awful close to your desperate core. Of course he pretended not to notice, avoiding it like the plague yet gripping your inner thigh mere inches away.

“Carmy,” you moaned.

His hum vibrated over your skin.

“Please…”

Smack! You had fallen for it again.

“Was trying t’ give you a break but if you insist.”

You gritted your teeth, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes. Another five hits later and the whipped cream was back. You sighed and pushed back into his roaming hand.

“Taste so good baby,” he moaned.

You stabbed another piece of waffle with your fork, twisting a bit to offer it to him. He closed his mouth around it, expression blissful as he took in the flavors. He plucked a strawberry from the plate, dipping it into the whipped cream still on your ass. You squirmed in place, beyond turned on and uncomfortable at being in the same position for so long.

Smack!

“You gonna be good or am I gonna have to add another one?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll be good for you.” Then you sweetened the deal with wide, albeit watery, puppy eyes.

He took another fruit from the plate and popped it in his mouth. “Still got two more.”

You whined, on the verge of kicking your legs in protest until another smack halted you in your tracks.

“Three more.”

You bit your tongue and nodded. Eventually twenty-two rolled around and you sighed in relief. Your waffles were all gone, a few pieces of fruit left behind. You hissed as he ran his hands over your sore cheeks, no doubt bruised.

“Did so well for me baby. I think you deserve a little treat.”

Your eyes lit up. “You mean the waffles weren’t it?”

“I mean, if you don’t want it—“

“No!” You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking the side of his face. “I want it.”

He stood up, hands falling to the button of his jeans. You watched with hungry eyes as his pants and boxers fell to his ankles, revealing his engorged cock. The tip was an angry red, a bead of precum just begging to be licked off. As if it wasn’t enough, he sprayed a strip of whipped cream down the length.

“Think you can handle it?” He teased, slowly stroking himself and smearing the cream.

“Oh I know I can Berzatto.”

“Then c’mere and show me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

#sugatrapp #gender not specified #reader insert #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #the bear #kinktober #n s f w 🤫#the bear fx #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #birthday

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blueberry-lavender · 1 year

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omg hi! may i request grusha x reader hcs? maybe something where the reader tries taking cute couple selfies/pictures with him and he acts like he hates it but later has one of those pictures as his phone wallpaper :( <3

Grusha x Reader - Lock Screen

A/N - Thank you for the request Anon! He's so pretty. Enjoy!

Info: light arguing, fluff, established relationship, gender-neutral reader, heart-wrenching emotions

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❄"Stay still!" You laughed at your partner.

❄You two were out on one of the many snowy slopes in the city. Grusha had been excited for the past two days to hike up it with his snowboard and spend that time with you.

❄Even though his injury made him retire, he can still do easy slopes. Not many tricks, just going down.

❄Grusha is a bit of a tsundere show-off, so he'd already be salty over the fact he can't go all out like he used to.

❄You knew this, it's part of what makes him so loveable. Still, even when he's being a brat, there are some moments you wanna capture

❄While hiking up the trail, you two were laughing more often than normal, being silly.

❄So, you pulled out your phone and started sneakily recording. You could've sworn he saw, so you just continued to take videos when something funny happened.

❄You guys got to the top, and no one was on that particular slope that afternoon. Grusha had gone up and down the unofficial snowboarding hill several times per hour, while you only went like... twice maybe lol

❄It was more fun to sit on the top and play with your pokemon and make lunch than it was to freeze down a hill at 20mph and then hike all the way up again because there isn't a ski lift at every hill in the outskirts of town.

❄Still, it was getting later, the sun had maybe a half-hour left. Now is when you thought it would be nice to take a photo with him being fully aware about it.

❄There was a space next to him, and he was facing the warm glow of the sunset. You kind of ran and slid next to him, making him laugh at you.

❄"Woah, chill! Goin' a little fast there, huh?"

❄"Yeah, well, I kinda like being next to you. Now, come here!" You pulled him over to you and already had your phone on the camera.

❄(Well, his phone, because it was the one that wasn't dead lmao)

❄The glow of the sun made you two look absolutely stunning, especially him. You took 2 pictures quickly, and then he started being snappy.

❄"Ugh. Why are you doing this?" he started pulling away.

❄"Because!" you turned your head quickly towards him, "I think it's cute! Come on, please?"

❄He kept growling and groaning under his breath, but you kept taking selfies with him. The last one, you turned your head and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

❄You both then packed up and went home; him teasing you the whole way down.

❄A couple weeks had passed, and you were walking around his house absent-mindedly. You then had a question on what the odds of finding a shiny were because let's be honest, only psychos know that number off the top of their head. its me im the psycho

❄You found his phone before yours, and you knew he didn't mind, so you turned it on. While hitting the power button on his phone, a familiar image popped up.

❄The last one you took together when you went snowboarding.

❄You were touched by this, almost crying. But then you remembered how snide he was about the photos and decided to go tease him.

❄"Hey? Grusha?" You stood in his doorway while looking at his phone like you had never seen it before

❄"Hmm?" He looked up at you from his bed, unaware.

❄"What's this?" You walked up to him, sitting on the edge and holding his phone in front of his face.

❄"...My lock screen." he was quiet.

❄"Mhm. What's on your lock screen?"

❄"A beautiful photo of my gorgeous partner that I'm so lucky to be with and who I love very much." he responded without skipping a beat, looking into your eyes as he said it.

❄I guess it's true that fiery emotions lie underneath an icy shell. <3

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #grusha #grusha pokemon #grusha x reader #grusha x y/n #x y/n #x reader #hes so cute #im sorry if theres typos i didnt proofread #i hope you have a good day today

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hanniebanggi · 11 months

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𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 • 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠

Fluff • Established Relationship

Warnings: None. Not proofread :((

Y/N couldn't help but smile mischievously as they saw Joshua leave his phone unattended on the coffee table. it had become a little game between them, stealing Joshua's phone and changing his wallpaper to something embarrassing or silly. like, an embarrassing childhood photos of Joshua or his stolen photo from Y/N where he's picking his nose or just unintentionally making a very silly face. and the Joshua will get back at them by changing his phone wallpaper in the most hideous photo of them.

but this time, as Y/N picked up the device, their heart skipped a beat. instead of Joshua's phone being filled with your silly photos, Joshua's phone wallpaper was a sweet and affectionate picture of the two of them.

Y/N stared at the image with a mix of surprise and tenderness. the memory flooded back from that day - their first date together at a charming little café downtown. Y/N's mind drifted to how nervous they were during that time, unsure if their feelings were reciprocated. but that picture proved all doubts wrong.

with conflicted emotions swirling inside, Y/N hesitated. they knew how much effort it took Joshua to select such an intimate photo for his wallpaper and edit it despite his poor ability in editing and only using his favorite picsart or canva for editing. changing it would not only betray their secret game but also risk hurting Joshua's feelings.

just as Y/N was about to put the phone back down untouched, Joshua walked into the room, wearing a warm smile. "caught you red-handed," he teased, noticing his phone in Y/N's hand.

Y/N looked up at him sheepishly but couldn't help smiling back. "i was going to change your wallpaper," they admitted honestly, unable to hide their admiration for the sweet image displayed on-screen.

"you're annoying, how am I suppose to change that?"

Joshua chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist. "i don't mind if you do it," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on their forehead. "i quite like seeing our happiness every time i unlock my phone.-"

"but it's more on you're now the loser since you don't have the heart to change it, do you?" Y/N smacked Joshua's chest as he laughed at Y/N's reaction.

suddenly, changing wallpapers seemed insignificant compared to the deep bond they shared. As they nestled into Joshua's embrace, Y/N realized that sometimes even harmless games can be meant for something more beautiful - like reminding each other of the love they shared every day.

but still, Y/N still have a plan of changing the wallpaper, from their cute photos together, to Joshua's drunk crying photo.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #svt fanfic #joshua svt #joshua x reader #joshua seventeen #joshua hong #svt joshua #joshua headcanons #hong jisoo #seventeen jisoo #svt fic recs #svt fml #svtdaily #svt drabbles #Spotify

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inthemytdl · 2 years

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Leveled Up

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Spider-Man gets tricky when you’re ready to take it to the next level and he’s not

Word Count: 1910

The first time you met Spider-Man you were sitting on the fire escape outside your window when you saw him climbing up the side of your building. His odd bug-like demeanor sent a scream roaring through your throat, which sent him falling down two stories.

He never told you what he was doing there, but you had your suspicions. You had so many you sent a plethora of questions his way. He was surprisingly willing to answer some but avoided personal questions like his age. You figured he was around yours with his sometimes-squeaky voice and constant pop-culture references. You never thought they would bring you to this moment now.

“Can I?” Your fingers tapped on his shoulders where his mask met his suit. You had never seen Spider-Man’s face before. No one had. But you had been friends for so long tonight felt like the right time—when was peering into your eyes as you looked into his white lenses. It was strange, but you had gotten used to them: the constant barrier between you and him. It kept your relationship at bay and ached your heart. You slowly lifted his mask like you were peeling away wallpaper when he grabbed your arms.

“Wait…”

You peered into his lenses for a response you clearly wouldn’t receive, so you dropped your hands and faced the night sky ahead of you. You could see the street that led to Duke’s, a knock-off of Delmar’s, according to Spider-Man, from the top of your apartment building.

“Can I at least get your name?”

The silence filled with the sound of his heavy breaths. You knew the suit didn’t cut off his oxygen supply so he must have been nervous. Though he had no reason to be. He was the one hiding behind red and blue lycra.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He whispered after a minute of gruesome silence. “It’s not safe.”

“Bullshit.” That was the same excuse he used every time you asked about his personal life and it infuriated you. The way everything you knew about him could be found in a newspaper. Each story he told was one you heard hours prior on the news—minus the witty commentary. Who knew Spider-Man was so into pizza? Everyone that knew Joe from Bleecker street’s pizza shop. Who knew Iron-Man was his favorite superhero? Everyone on Twitter. Nothing you knew about him was personal. It could all be found online. “New York’s the safest it’s ever been—this is about you.”

“Actually, Linda from 3rd street almost got purse-napped the other day and—“ He rambled on about crime rates, anything he could to deflect the situation. Just like always.

“We’ve known each other for how long.” You interrupted and he quickly replied. “Eight months and 28 days—give or take a day.”

“Eight months and I don’t know anything about you.”

“That’s not true—“

“And everything I do know everyone else does too!”

“No… I told you about that churro I had the other day—no one knew that.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket, swiping the screen to reveal a photo of him eating a cylinder shaped cinnamon stick. It had shown up on your Twitter feed after getting half a million likes.

“What?!” His lenses contracted as he peered at the image. “That’s my worst angle!”

You chewed your lips, refusing to give him the laugh he was so obviously looking for. You didn’t even smile. His unreadable expression made you bite your lips so hard a warm metallic swarmed in your mouth.

“Y/n,” he said, lifting a clothed hand to your face. His finger brushed on your lip and you pulled back when you looked into his cold lenses. Affection was always weird when you didn’t know who it was coming from.

“Don’t call me that.” You sneered, pocketing your phone as you stood. His lenses contracted.

“What?”

“If I don’t get to know your name then you don’t get to know mine.” It was petty, but nothing about your situation was fair. You told him everything. When you talked about your parents, he mentioned Stark Industries; when you gushed about your dream life, he raved about web-shooters and cameras; and when you bared your deepest secrets to him, he unveiled his affinity for board games. Because god knows he couldn’t find anything better to say, right?

“But I already know it…”

“Then don’t use it!” Your voice cracked as you continued. “A-and if I don’t get to see you then you don’t get to see me.” You b-lined past the patio tables and plant pots to the door that led into your apartment building. You hesitated when you grabbed the door knob, slowly twisting it as you squeezed your eyes shut. You wished to every star above that he would say something. All he had to do was ask you to stay and you would.

“I-it’s Peter!” You stopped in your tracks, turning around. “What?”

“My name. It’s Peter.”

His lenses contracted and expanded rapidly in a way that told you he was searching for a response, but your breath was caught in your throat. Peter. Out of all the names you thought of for him you never thought he’d be a Peter. You mouthed the letters, trying them out as your lips curved and expanded around the vowels.

“I’m from Queens and I live with my aunt.”

You stepped away from the door, allowing it to slam shut as you walked closer to him.

“You asked about my parents…” He took a heavy breath you could hear from meters away. “They died when I was a kid—plane crash.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you went with the best thing you could think of. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He exasperated. “I’m over it. Besides, my aunt took care of me with my uncle—he bought me my first camera.” His lenses fidgeted as he kicked at the ground. “But I took it apart to build an automatic can opener for my aunt.”

You let out a breathy laugh and his lenses expanded.

“It’s true! She never used it… until my uncle died.”

Your laugh came to a halt and you felt your throat constrict like earlier before. Who knew Spider-Man had been struck by so much heartbreak? You couldn’t imagine the pain of having a loved one die so the thought of losing three was inconceivable.

“It’s okay.” He said after a tick of silence, but the hick in his voice told you it wasn’t. “He taught me how to play chess. He always beat me—didn’t let me win once. Now I just play monopoly with my aunt, but Mr. Stark and I play chess every now and then.”

“Do you win?”

“Sometimes.”

You smiled, but it quickly dropped when you thought back to your earlier conversations. You never understood why he opted to talk about superficial things like board games and billionaires when you talked about your personal life, but it was starting to make sense. Those were his personal life. What he lacked in guardianship, he made up for with Tony Stark—who he couldn’t go three days without talking about. And his dreams were to build things—whether it were web-shooters or a portfolio of images. You knew he wanted to make things just as much as he wanted to play monopoly with his aunt and chess with his uncle.

The realization sent guilt rushing through your veins and you opened your mouth to speak when he interrupted.

“You know… I’m not, like, some ripped stud under here.” He threw his arms around. “I did academic decathlon in school and I was in band.”

“You’re a band kid?” You asked with a breathy laugh. It was news to you. But now that you thought about it, you could imagine him playing the trumpet or flute—although you couldn’t imagine him being good at it. For a web-slinging superhero, he seriously lacked coordination.

“Yeah…” His voice dropped. “I didn’t want to tell you ‘cause I thought you’d think it was lame.”

“I don’t think it’s lame.” You wished you could look into his eyes and reassure him anything he did could never be lame to you.

“And half of this stuff—“ he motioned at his web shooters “—I made from dumpster parts. I don’t have a fancy lab or new tech to work with. I can barely afford my metro card.”

“What? You think I’m some gold digger?”

“No, I just… I thought you expected someone more exciting. Not some band kid who can’t afford a ride to tenth street.”

“Is that what you think I’m looking for?”

He shrugged.

“Wow, Peter, you really don’t know me.”

You wished you could see his face. Did he smile at your use of his name? It felt foreign but you would get used to it. You wanted to get used to it. You wanted to say his name in the playful way he said yours when he was excited and the grainy way he did when he was sad. You wanted to sing his name, shout it, and whisper it.

“Y/n—oh, shit, sorry, um what do I call you?”

“Y/n is fine.” You smiled, and his lenses expanded.

“I’m really sorry.”

You shook your head, running to hug him. His arms lifted behind your back when your chests collided and his suit scratched against your cheek when you shoved your face into his shoulder. He lifted his arm slowly and you pulled back when you felt a warm breath on your neck.

You were met with a head of messy brown locks with slight curls to them. They were the first thing you noticed with their brisk movements, and you wanted to run your fingers through them, but didn’t. After, you noticed his crooked nose and the way his brown eyes shone in the moonlight. You could’ve sworn you saw freckles dotted around but it was too dark to tell. You ran your fingers over his face, lightly, and he parted his lips. Now that you’d seen his face, you couldn’t imagine him looking any other way. You moved a strand of hair out of his face, gaping into his eyes. Any other day you would scold yourself for being so awkward, but not today. Today you had seen Spider-Man—Peter—for the first time, and he was definitely a stud.

When you didn’t react, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry to disappoint.”

You shook your head, grabbing his face, and pressing your lips into his. Your heart stalled as you waited for him to kiss back. Was this too much? You hadn’t asked if it was okay—a decision you now regretted. You felt your chest explode with butterflies and began to pull away when he kissed back. His clothed hand rested against your cheek in a way that felt softer than before, sending the butterflies into a frenzy. Your knees felt weak and he must’ve noticed because his hands traveled to your back, holding you steady. You took in the non-industrial scent of his skin which smelt oddly like pumpkin spice, and it felt like hours until you pulled back, meeting his soft brown eyes. They were wide with surprise and sent a cheeky smile to your lips.

“I’m not disappointed.”

His pink lips pulled into a thin smile you couldn’t wait to get used to.

“So…” You began. “Can I get a last name?”

“We’ll work up to that.” He said, and you chewed your lip before kissing him again.

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a/n: reposted w/ full version. enjoy!

don’t repost!

#peter parker oneshot #peter parker blurbs #peter parker x reader #peter parker fics #peter parker x y/n #peter parker oneshots #peter parker x you #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker x gender neutral reader #mcu!peter x reader #spiderman x reader #mcu!peter fics #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman x you #tom!peter x reader

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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Nezuko's missing! We've got to go find her, at our local Aeon shopping mall!!

Yeah, it's that time again. Time to go check out another KnY collaboration, this time at a big handful of Aeon shopping malls across Japan. It's a simple two-part game, in which you walk around the mall, find four posters of characters posted in obvious locations to later receive a set of sticky notes, and three slightly less obvious posters with little voice clips of the characters which you can unlock after logging 1000 steps. Nezuko encourages you to be healthy!

It's really easy to get 1000 steps just going between the different floors to find the posters, though I know the drive behind the collab was to encourage me to download the shopping mall app and wander into stores and buy things. Joke's on you, Aeon, not today! All I bought was lunch!

Also, the app was kind of frustrating. It took a while to figure out where to start logging my steps, because you need to get 1000 steps before you can supposedly login to another page to download a cell phone wallpaper of a basic Nezuko pose with the secret keyword that you need to unlock the three special voice spots, but then the web page asked for my point card info, and I fumbled that and lost the page, and then even though it had my steps counted it wouldn't let me back into the Nezuko campaign, and then while trying to troubleshoot that on the instruction page I saw a blurred image of the screenshot and could make out the secret code anyway, so... anyway!

The first spot was a poster of Muichirou (it seems they had Mitsuri last week instead), saying stuff like, "huh? Aren't you the kid who Tanjiro is looking for?" and the third poster was Tanjiro being like, "You found her! Thank you so much, I've been looking everywhere!" but I never found the second poster. Since only Tanjiro and Muichiro's seiyuu were credited as being featured this week, I have no clue what the second one would had been. A mystery...

Anyway, I went to the food court looking for something quick and stumbled upon a totally separate collab--fried octopus balls!

Decision made.

And, since they have a different collab menu on different dates and there was only the Tanjiro and Nezuko option for today, decisions doubly made. I could had put it in a take-out box, but naaaah. The take-out box might or might not be used for future in the future for non-takoyaki purposes.

While trying finish collecting each character from the regional keychain series, I found Himejima and takoyaki about a month ago. Why is he crying about takoyaki, I wondered? Is it because the takoyaki is so good he's moved? Does he find the octopus too cute to eat? Did he burn his tongue? No, I now realize it's because he didn't get to be included on the takoyaki collab.

Don't worry, Himejima-san. They'll include you on more collabs in the future. There will be plenty more like these ones.

#kny in real life #kny merch

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cryptic-michael · 15 days

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Mary and Nancy 👀

IVE SEEN THIS IMAGE AOOO MUCH LET ME TELL YOUUUU AOME FUCKKKINNNNN BACKSTORRYYY!!!

So back in my...very ✨️repressed✨️ year of 6th grade, I stumbled upone~ "Lesbian Pulp Fiction" and edits of such. Great example, the famous, "I prefer girls" book cover.

Anyways, I saw this and got so fucked up from it I cried a little bit and felt very VERY guilty for even looking at this beautiful work of art let alone enjoying it, and I got super tempted to make it my like phone wallpaper, I didn't but god the temptation.

Ahh but I think about this one and ones similar SOOO muuuuch!! My only complaint is, like....it's always the brunette or darker haired woman being more I guess dominant, vs the shy nervous blond?? Which is very accurate, Mary is quite shy, but once she gets to the point, she's unstoppable when it comes to giving out kisses to a no doubt flustered Nancy!

It's soooooo Mary and Nancy coded tho, like yesss the girls~ THE GIRLS! And the inherent shyness that would be Nancy trying to get the plethra of lipstick kisses off her from Mary before she got home, like the girl is NURVOUS and ANXIOUS and has so meny kisses on her it's wild.

"Mary! I told you i-i gotta get theses off!!"

"Aweeee~ whhhy? Too good to show off my kisses?"

"We'll both get it if we get caught!"

"....fine come here your doing it all wrong anyway." And she dampens a little cloth to get the kisses off her, so now she's just looks a little flushed🥺

Cherry PLEASE always send me more little Mary stuff I love talking about her and the cuteness that's Mary and Nancy and other things🥺💗💖💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#WHAAAA THAANK YOUUUU FOR THE AAAASK!!!#mary merrill #ask #THANK YOU!#nancy sulivan - cherry #stand by me #ace merrill #genderfluid ace #ahahah sooo pretty girls~

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hologramcowboy · 1 year

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Hi!! Idk if this is weird but i saw you mentioned once that you work out and I wanted to ask some advice. My New Year’s resolution is to work out more. Im not necessarily trying to lose an excessive amount of weight, as I’m at a normal/healthy weight, just want to start a new hobby and be more healthy. I’ve never really been a “workout girly” lol, I’ve worked out a few times in my life, but never consistently. I was just wondering if you had any tips for a beginner, or how to create my own exercise routine, or any exercises for a beginner. Thanks for any advice and happy holidays!☺️

Not weird at all. I love your resolution. ♥️ It's a very healthy one that will benefit your mind, body and spirit.

First and foremost I would recommend priming your environment because it will, in turn, prime your mind.

What I mean is: Post pictures of your ideal body in places you can easily see them. This includes your phone or laptop/pc wallpaper. Just ensure they are images that make you feel good and remind you to exercise,e are not meant to pressure you but rather promot your mind towards your set goal so be careful that it doesn't become something toxic, if it feels off to you just avoid this step. Same goes for everything else I wrote, we're all different.

Move the treats and sweets some place where they are complicated to reach. Notice I didn't day stop eating them, it's important to enjoy the good things in life, just be balanced. If you tend to overeat then make it harder to reach certain foods and set days when you indulge because those are also important.

Set up and area in your home specifically dedicated to work outs and decorate it accordingly.

Ensure your workout clothes, gear and post workout stuff are all easily reachable and preferably somewhere in sight.

Select workout clothes that are fun to you, that you look forward to flaunting.

Prepare a playlist of songs that get you moving, songs you can't resist. Be careful about the lyrics as whatever your hear also affects your subconscious so pick motivating songs with positive lyrics, feed your mind energy basically.

Do a short warm up. Doesn't have to be crazy just ensure you warm up.

Start with small workouts, 5-7 minutes of HIIT should do the trick(you can find so many on Youtube, for example, Lucy Wyndham is a great one), it will raise your heart rhythm and then switch intensity which creates excess post oxygen consumption and this will ensure that looong after your workout your body will be burning even more calories than you did during your workout so you will be raising your metabolic rate. These workouts are actually more effective then drawn out ones.

You don't necessarily need to use equipment, in fact, the best HIIT exercises rely on engaging your core and muscles and require no equipment.

Commit to doing the exercises daily (they are short and easy to include throughout your day so if you feel like doing more go for it) and rest during the weekend. Reward yourself each time you finish a workout, this is important because it conditiones your brain to associate workouts with pleasure rather than pain.

Consider possibly using a printed tracker or a task app and always note the session you complete. Those little victories will energize you.

Hydrate properly. This is key.

First few days even a 7 minute workout will seem challenging if you are a beginner but they will go by very fast and, in no time, you will feel more confident, in shape and your strength and endurance will increase. Your body will feel fit and your mood and energy will improve.

Over time, if you feel inspired to, you can increase the duration but keep in mind that exhausting the body isn't necessary as you can burn more calories by doing a HIIT than by engaging in long work outs precisely because of the heart rhythm thing.

You could also consider jump rope and, if you do, then I would recommend 15-30 minutes per day if weight loss is your goal.

If you love music you could consider searching for choreographies of your favorite songs and commiting to learning those as opposes to doing a regular work out. Bonus is you get new moves to show off during parties.

Swimming and especially pool exercises are fantastic.

Basically any activity that raises your heart rate for at least 30 seconds and then lowers it will help you get in shape so consider what you naturally love to do, maybe you prefer rising a bike or hiking, whatever works for you commit to incorporating that at least 3 times per week and do it for as long as you feel inspired to.

If you plan on losing weight then keep in mind that diet plays an important role so choose healthy foods. I do see you've written you're already at an ideal size so continuous seven minute AMRAPs (as many rounds/reps as possible), HIIT and 20 sec fully engaged 10 sec rest moves (tabata) will help you increase flexibility, strength and endurance and obviously will benefit your mind, heart, muscles and joints not just increase your metabolic rate.

Remember to stretch afterwards.

Have a fallback routine for those days where you don't really feel up to complete certain workouts. For example, I love to use small weights and incorporate self defense moves in my work out when I am uninspired on what to do or can't pick. Also, some days I have long sessions, others I stick to small workouts, it depends on how busy I am and how much energy to burn off I have but please know you should increase duration gradually once your body is ready and also, as mentioned previously short workouts can be even more effective when done right.

Post workout, it helps if you develop a self care routine that will have you looking forward to successfully completing the work out so you can then enjoy those relaxed, self care moments.

If you feel more inspired when doing things with others then consider creating a mini group and working out together, try online over Zoom if covid has you under restrictions.

Some online platforms and trainers offer free workout sessions within their online communities so you also have that as an option.

If there's something particular you want to reach, let's say if you are actor looking to develop a certain body then I would recommend hiring a trainer that will design specific session for you but please know you can absolutely work out from home, without spending money and be just as effective. It's all in how commited you are.

Finally, I would also suggest hypnosis, more specifically work out focused ones as it helps prime your mind and if you aren't into that then simply remember everything you tell yourself influences your body so choose to think empowering thoughts about working out because that instructs your brain into developing the preference. So if, let's say, you hate working out or feel like it's hard then "self hypnotize" yourself by only carefully focusing on thoughts like " the benefits of this far out weigh the effort", "I'm going to feel fantastic while enjoying this and even better after", "My body is incredibly capable", " I deeply appreciate where I am right now body wise and I look forward to the improvements that are coming" etc. because how you choose to filter the experience greatly impacts your body's ability to reach homeostasis and access deeper resources.

I guess I should have just distilled the whole post into one single suggestion: Have fun! 🤣 Because the more engaged you are the better the experience.

It's up to you how often you exercise and how long but I would recommend starting with a daily short work out and then expanding into a more personalized routine once you are comfortable.

Important: There will be days when you need rest and self care more than working out so please ensure you follow your own body's rhythm.

Disclaimer: If you have particular medical issues please consult your doctor before engaging in a particular work out.

Oh and almost forgot, for the ladies, if you are blessed chest wise like I am, then please ensure you buy sports bras that offer high support.

That's all that comes to mind right now, I had replied to this post earlier and had written it much better but Tumblr gave me the "ate your post" error and didn't save any draft but hopefully this is also clear. If not, feel free to let me know.

#love my anons #work out routine #hologramcowboy #hologram cowboy

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folkgirlhero · 2 years

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[image id: two scans of the same image. Gerry Keay is lying on his side, wearing lingerie. He has eye tattoos on his shoulders, thighs, fingers, sternum, and neck. He is wearing black arm warmers with red laces going up them, a garter belt, black boyshort underwear, and fishnet thigh highs. He has purple eye makeup, several piercings in his ear, and barbells in his nipples. One hand is tucked behind his head and the other rests on his ribs. He has top surgery scars. He is lying on a lace cloth and is surrounded by white, lit candles and a bird skull. Behind him are more candles, another skull, heavy black drapery, red patterned wallpaper, and an ornate black-framed mirror in which you can see his reflection. His eyes are closed. End image id.]

The iconic, endlessly talented @amelielunaa brought to life Gerry's iconic boudoir look from my fic "You're in his DMs, I'm leaving boxes of hair dye on his doorstep (and also in his DMs); we are not the same." He is perfect and I love him and I added a new little chapter to the fic to celebrate his arrival in my life. Thank you so much amelielunaa!! Best money I ever spent; you should definitely commission her if you want some dope art!

Fic :) (rated M):

Mike peered through the camera lens and frowned. Gerry—sprawled nearly naked across their kitchen table and trying his best to look sufficiently seductive—tried not to take it personally.

“Shake out your hair,” Mike instructed. “It’s meant to be wilder.”

Gerry rolled his eyes, but did as he was told, nearly lighting it on fire in the flames of one of the thick candles scattered artfully around his head. “Better?”

Mike peered through the lens and snapped a few shots. “Much.”

Then, “Actually…”

Gerry kept still but opened one eye to watch Mike dart forward and fiddle with the arrangement of the lacy cloth Gerry and his lingerie were posed on. He pulled it one direction, moved a few more candles and one of the skulls seemingly at random, then tapped a finger against his pursed lips, surveying the effect thoughtfully. Gerry was tempted to suggest Mike go put on a black turtleneck and create a center part in his hair to really commit to his artistic director role, but he bit back the urge, enjoying the mental image instead.

He did open his other eye and raise his brows, though. “Babe, is all this really necessary? This is already way more thought and effort than I put into this the first time around.”

“Clearly,” Mike said loftily, “It showed. That’s why the original was only my home wallpaper, not my lock screen. This will be much better.”

“You’re bluffing,” Gerry said flatly. He could feel his face going red.

Mike’s expression said that he was, in fact, not bluffing. Not only that, but, knowing Mike, he would be whipping his phone out at the slightest provocation to show any and everyone Gerry in his fishnets. Gerry imagined a drunk Mike waving the thing around at the bar the next time he went out with Simon, insistently demanding that other patrons appreciate the work of art that was his boyfriend. He was torn between jumping up and putting real clothes on and kissing Mike silly over it.

Mike saw Gerry’s expression and, face relenting, stepped closer to where Gerry was laid out on the table.

“Be patient with me, darling,” he murmured, trailing a finger down Gerry’s jaw, then dropping it to his neck and down to trace one of the barbells going through Gerry’s nipples. “After all, you already improved on the original photo by getting these” —he gave a sharp tug at the jewelry and smirked at Gerry’s intake of breath— “I just want to make some of my own improvements. Something to gaze at when you aren’t around.”

Without moving any other part of his pose—Mike had been adamant on this point—Gerry lifted the hand resting on his ribs and curled his fingers around Mike’s shirt, dragging him down into a kiss, deep and sharp. He broke it off as soon as he had Mike groaning.

“Hurry up then,” he said against Mike’s lips, voice low and rough. “Because I’m past ready for you to rip all this off me.”

He released his hold on Mike’s shirt just as suddenly as he’d grabbed it and replaced his arm back into the established pose, letting his eyes fall closed serenely so the photo could capture his careful makeup. Gerry heard Mike let out a pleased sound and then the shutter of the camera.

“Yes,” Mike breathed. Click, click. “Just like that, gorgeous.” click. “The flush on you right now; fuck you look good.” Click, click. “The things I’m going to do to you when we’re done with this.”

Gerry couldn’t help a shiver at this last comment, but Mike just gave a low, appreciative chuckle and, after a few more clicks, he felt Mike settle on top of him, straddling his waist and plucking at his garters.

Gerry opened his eyes to Mike’s self-satisfied feline grin. “I take it you got what you wanted?” Gerry asked, smirking.

Mike’s smile widened. “Not yet, darling. But I will.”

#my fic #gerry/mike #gerrymike #gerry keay #mike crew #tma fic #art commissions

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sephys-hubby · 2 years

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For the space asks, Moon, Nebula, Black Hole and Milky Way for you and Sephiroth, and Star and Neptune for any ship you like! (sorry there are so many, if its too much you dont have to do them all! from citrus-selfinserts)

Hello, @citrus-selfinserts ! I really didn't mean to take so long answering these. Either way, I would still like to thank you for sending in these asks!

Moon ~ Did your love for your F/O come all at once or in phases?

(Sorry, I'm about to get kinda detailed)

It's incredible how my love for Sephiroth kinda came all at once (like before, he was just "the villain from FFVII" in my eyes and that was it. Back then, I didn't even think he was as good looking as people said, lol). So I saw his Smash trailer streamed live on YouTube on Dec 10, 2020. I thought "wow, cool!" but that was mostly it.

And then a few days before he released, there was a "Sephiroth Challenge" thing where you could fight him as a boss in Smash in order to unlock him early.

(The image alone is my phone's wallpaper!)

Either way, that day was pretty hype! My brothers and I all sat together and took turns trying to beat Sephiroth. (We all sucked, lol. I myself wasn't too good at 1v1s in smash bros yet.)

It was a while until I was the one who finally beat him (using Toon Link, my old Brawl main). After that, we each took turns using Seph, with me being last. After I won the match while using him, I honestly don't really know what happened. He just did his victory—the one where he walks away into the flames—and my heart just swooned for some reason, lol. (I legit blushed pretty hard irl. Good thing no one saw me, haha).

Either way, since I never really cared about FFVII before—thus feeling like I didn't deserve to use Seph for that reason—I made up weird excuses on why I kept wanting to use him. (Like, I kept saying "I just think his sword's cool, that's it." Stupid stuff like that.)

In about one day, I was already crushing hard, which has never happened before, lol! It's silly, but it is what it is. In about three or so days, I was already madly in love—albeit in heavy denial, lol.

Nebula ~ If you could take your F/O anywhere where would you go?

As you know, I love liminal spaces and stuff! There are just too many cool liminal spaces and/or Backroom levels that I would love to explore with Sephiroth (everyone else, too!). There's this specific Backrooms level that comes to mind, though. The Grassroom Corridors.

It is just so cool looking, in my opinion. Like, something out of a hazy but pleasant dream. There's a found footage video for the Grass Corridors (you don't have to watch the whole thing! It's like 17 minutes or so). It was cool and pretty spooky!

I remember when some monster/entity thing formed on a wall near the end of the video and my only thought was, "that's just the Demon Wall from Final Fantasy IV!" So, if Seph and I encountered that while exploring, all I can say is: cue the FFIV boss music! (To clarify, I think a different song plays during the actual Demon Wall fight in FFIV, but this is the song I thought of first and prefer more, tbh!)

Edit: the wall monster was actually in a sequel video to the original video I linked. Oops! But it was still in the same location, I believe, so yeah. My point still stands, lol.

Black hole ~ What's your favorite thing about your F/O's source?

My favorite things about FFVII is the materia! They're basically these orbs that you can insert into equipment to cast magic or use other unique skills and stuff.

They are just so satisfying to look at due to how pretty they are.

My favorite materia is the Black Materia! It's the one Sephiroth uses to summon Meteor. It's so cool looking, and I actually have a look alike irl!

It's so cool to hold in my hand, I love it.

Milky way ~ What's your favorite daydream you've had of your F/O?

I daydream a lot with Sephiroth. But I believe my favorite—and the most intricate one—is the one where me and Sephiroth (the others were there, too) explored the Backrooms! We basically followed the path shown in this video (again, you don't have to watch the whole thing!). It was so fun, just walking around, seeing the cool sights and enjoying the isolated feel. My favorite part was when we explored this one strange area:

(It looks kinda like a hotel to me? But I'm not completely sure. Either way, I think it looks cool.)

Star ~ Do you have a specific song that reminds you of your F/O?

So I have plenty of songs that remind me of Seph and I. But as for everyone as a whole, the song Maze of Life really reminds me of us (you can just listen to just the first verse/chorus of the song if you want!). The lyrics are basically talking about how much of a great time we're all having. (Plus it's the opening theme for a crossover game, which is pretty much what my selfships are since I love to imagine Cloud & Seph interacting with Monokuma and Stubbs, who are from different series!) The first couple of lyrics really fit us.

Ain't it great, how we met each other

On this wild and crazy carousel of life?

Ain't it cool, how it changed the paths of our lives

Set us off on new adventures?

This verse in particular kinda hits me in the feels because of how much I feel it applies to us! Also, I must admit that when listening to the song, I love imagining an anime opening but with all five of us instead, lol.

Neptune ~ Was there ever a time that you had a dream about your F/O?

I've had so many fantastic dreams about my faves (especially with Seph)!

Since I've had so much, I would like to talk about the FIRST major dream I had with Cloud & Sephiroth!

I was in a Little Caesars restaurant (it was about the size of a McDonald's inside) and I was casually hanging out with Cloud and Sephiroth inside!

It was so much fun being with them. I remember at one point, I told them to go get some napkins, and so they did. They went over and while doing so, they suddenly got into an argument (as expected with these two, lol). Upon arguing some more, they then headed outside the building and proceeded to do the whole Advent Children fight sequence again!

The best part was how everyone else inside the pizzeria didn't even seem to care, which implied that this was actually a common occurrence! (I do actually imagine any silly arguments they have occasionally leading to them fighting outside just like this with them re-doing the whole AC fight and everything!)

As for me, I received the pizza we ordered and sat down to eat, watching everything through a window! I woke up soon after that, so I never saw who won (it was probably Cloud tho, lol).

And, that's it! Thanks a ton for these asks! I really regret the fact that I couldn't answer them sooner though. Sorry about that! But like I said, thanks for sending them in the first place.

#self ship ask game #🖤angel of a dreamland🖤#💙hearts of anxiety💙

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So I saw a post from Fintan Pyren about wallpapers, so if the characters in kotlc had phones, what do you think their wallpapers would be?

oh yeah I saw that post too!! also I love this question. I won't look for actual photos because that will take me a while and not all of them exist but!! here's my thoughts!

Sophie: I'm thinking one of her photos from the baby book she took with her to the Lost Cities. She can't have her human family in her life anymore but she can always remember them, and seeing them on her phone is a nice way to keep them close. Maybe the photo is of multiple photographs laid out, whatever it is it's a tie to her human life

Fitz: Whatever his favorite human place he visited was, or maybe a collage of different human places. He can't take all the trinkets he took around with him, but he can have photographs of all the places he looked right in his back pocket. San Diego might be in the center for reasons

Keefe: he's got an innocuous lock screen of something very Keefe like a gulon or a photo of himself with a focus on The Hair, but his homescreen (which no one else is allowed to see) is a photo of Sophie. Some sweet moment of her just reading or doing homework that he took a photo of without her knowing

Biana: She's either got something bold like a photo of herself she particularly likes, or some photo she secretly took of her friends/family. Like everyone at a sleepover and she took a photo of everyone in their element to really capture them without them feeling the pressure of the camera, portraying a piece of them she gets to see where they're not pretending to be anyone but themselves, you know!

Dex: his is function over fashion, he's changing his wallpaper all the time to reflect things he needs to remember, to-do lists and materials he needs and things to remember, maybe it's animated. moving on it's own in this super confusing way to everyone but him. he can always reference it to see what he needs

Marella: She's got this super detailed collage of a bunch of things that she made herself. Photos she's taken of sunsets and photos with friends and quotes and all manner of things. I'm thinking a light blue color scheme, but I bet she changes it depending on her mood

Linh: Princess Purryfins 100%. Of course she's going to make her pet murcat her wallpaper, what else would she do? Maybe Princess Purryfins is sprawled out looking cute or staring off into the distance ofr has a bow on her head, whatever it is, LInh treasures the photo. Maybe she's even got one with Iggy in it as well

Tam: his lock screen is pure black because he's "too mature" for something as frivolous as a personalized lockscreen. secretly he's got a floral homescreen, some small flower growing alone amongst the rocks or something. may or may not be in black and white with a sentimental quote in handwritten font, he'll never tell

Stina: She's got a picture of one of the baby unicorns from Sterling Gables as her wallpaper. Maybe it's with it's mother, but it's one of the adorable little unicorns she works with, and she'll get defensive about them if she thinks someone is being judgy because how dare you say that about her unicorns

Maruca: A photo of her with her friends all grouped together and hanging out. Perhaps they're at the beach or there's a sunset behind them, but they're all smiling and having a great time together, and those are the memories she wants to make sure she never forgets so she sets them as her wallpaper

Wylie: I'm thinking either a photo of his parents from when he was a kid, a way to remember them and hold onto that image of them without falling victim to losing them to his memory, or a photo of his current family. Tiergan and Linh and Tam, as a reminder that things can get better and that he's got people who he cares about that care about him.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #bluecookiesarebetter #the kotlcrew #this is of course assuming that dex would use a phone and wouldn't instead simply invent a new phone that works much better than human phon #es #i got cut off #this is cruel #anyway #those are just the kinda vibes I think they'd go for!!

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