#like an angry little dog. at this stupid shit like why does it have to be 6 sources. THAFS a little much i was so busy this semester i

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend, that that dick was a ten out of ten” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — threesomes, sexual objectification, yg and jk are both high, dom-sub undertones, petplay(?) yg just calls oc puppy and makes her crawl, dumbification, protected sex, pussy eating, blowjobs, reader’s in for it LMAO, cum-eating(?), it gets soft i swear

“You remember I told you about Yoongi, right baby?” Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist and gently guides you out of the car, “ ‘s not gonna take long, we’ll be in and out. I just need to pick something up.” He closes the door and tugs you with him with a hand on your ass.

You sleepily look around the parking lot mumbling about how pretty the apartments looked. “Yoongi is the one you said sells you weed?” You softly reply as you follow him into the building, “But I thought you said weed makes you dumb, ‘s why you don’t let me get you any from Jooheon.” You pout.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead, “Jooheon’s a idiot and I don’t want you near him. At least Yoongi actually sells shit worth buying.” He presses the button to the elevator, “You’ll like him baby, he’s a good friend of mine. Plus his roommate has a dog too.”

You step into the elevator with a angry little pout, “You said we would be in and out, does that mean I can’t play with the doggy?” You huff, you’re no stranger to Jungkook taking you out so late to do god knows what, but you really hope he isn’t making this a short trip because then it means you got all dressed up for nothing. :(

Jungkook kisses the pout off your face, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout, I’ll take you out after this. You think I’m gonna let your cute ass go to waste?” He teases softly as he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze.

Well, he does have a point. You ARE dressed pretty cute tonight, you had chosen to wear this pretty jean miniskirt along with your new pink tube top that had little rhinestones all over! You find yourself smiling brightly at Jungkook, “Can we go get fried chicken at that one karaoke place?”

Both of you reach Yoongi’s floor, his roommate Hoseok(?) invites the two of you in and he heads off into his room talking about needing some sleep. You coo quietly at the small dog sleeping by the TV stand all curled up into a tiny fluff ball. “He’s so cuteeee.” You whine as you bend over to get a better look at the dog.

Jungkook chuckles quietly and leaves you be, “Yoongi! Get your ass out here!” he says, disappearing down the dark hall in search of said man.

You’re left all alone in the dimly lit living room with the puppy. You’re too busy cooing over it to notice Yoongi come out from the room opposite of the hallway Jungkook went into. “So you’re the one Jungkook talks about.” Yoongi’s eyes rack down your form until they land right on your ass where your skirt rides up just a tiny bit, “Guess he wasn’t lying afterall.”

You jump a little at the new voice and turn around to look at Yoongi with puppy eyes, “You scared me!” You hold a hand over your chest, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you look like a creep.”

Yoongi snorts, “My bad sweetheart,” he holds his arms up in surrender as he licks his lips, “didn’t know it was a crime to walk in my own house.” He shakes his head and walks to the kitchen connected to the living room, “Where’d your ‘Jungkookie’ go hm? Think you can be a good girl and use that little brain of yours?”

“He went to look for you down the other hall!” You smile cheerfully and stand up a bit straighter. He eyes you silently and you make a confused noise, following his gaze down only to see he’s staring at your chest where a tiny bit of boob pops out. “Oh. Sorry,” you softly huff and mutter about your ‘stupid top’ as you fix your tits.

Yoongi nods, “Nah, nah… you’re absolutely fine..” He trails off and sips his water. Jungkook comes barreling in a few moments later and Yoongi perks up, “Oh there you are, I was just asking about you to your girl.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, “Yeah, yeah dickhead I was looking all over for you. Got my ass yelled at by Hoseok cause I was making too much noise supposedly. You got what I need or what?” He grunts, pulling you to his side.

Yoongi nods, “I just rolled one a couple minutes ago, why don’t we smoke that one first, on the house Kook you know hyung rolls the fattest blunts.” He smirks, “On the house.”

Jungkook raises a brow and looks over at you, you’re obviously lost in your own world as you coo at the now awake puppy which is hiding at your feet. “Fine, but y/n’s not smoking, got it. So don’t even fuckin offer any cause I know your ass.”

Yoongi grins, “Pinky promise.” Jungkook doesn’t miss the wink he shoots you.. Oh, so now Yoongi likes to share his blunts all of a sudden? Generous.

They get situated on the leather couch together as Yoongi lights the blunt up, taking a long drag from it and passing it off to Jungkook. You mostly ignore the two, opting to sit out with the puppy playing around and cooing at it. Yoongi watches you with darkened eyes sitting back in his seat and enjoying the sight of you looking so pretty on your knees.

“I can see you staring bitch,” Jungkook grunts and hands off the blunt back to Yoongi, “you’re not being so fucking subtle like you think you are.” He narrows his eyes.

Yoongi shrugs, all to calm for someone who just got called out, “I know a pretty ass when I see one, I’m only a man after all, sue me. Don’t worry, I won’t go near your precious y/n.”

Jungkook looks over at you, you’re sitting so pretty and clueless at the same time. He looks back at Yoongi who’s intently watching him with those cold calculated eyes which hold something akin to mischief in them. It suddenly dawns on him he’s more interested than he initially thought he was. Jungkook has a vision (which is partly owed to the weed taking over his senses and clouding his mind) and something in him wants to see just how perfect you go with Yoongi..

His beloved Yoongi hyung whose reputation was built far more worse than his own was. His hyung that fucked a plethora of women who all had one thing in common–their shared love for his tongue and fingers which apparently they referred to as heavenly and mind blowing.

“... How bad would you say that you want y/n, and none of that what are you talking about shit. I see the way you’re looking…shameless bastard.” Jungkook smirks as he takes a long hit.

Yoongi slowly tilts his head to look at you as he licks his lips, “Does little Kookie wanna watch hyung fuck his girlfriend into another universe? Is that what you like Kook, watching someone else ruin that pretty thing over there?” He grins, eyes half lidded with desire. Jungkook shivers, he’s possessive sure but something about getting to see you get wrecked right in front of him does things to him.

“You know my answer to that.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek and smirks in return.

The two carry on in silence passing the blunt back and forth. You on the other hand sit there in utter shock, frozen in your spot after hearing all those things Jungkook and Yoongi were saying about you. Yoongi gives you butterflies in your tummy, the good kind too, and hearing them talk about you like you’re not even there makes it ten times more appealing.

You slowly turn around to look at the two sitting across from you. Yoongi catches your gaze and stares right back at you with a promising grin. It has you feeling a second heartbeat down there between your thighs as you shift around and rub them together. Yoongi hands off the blunt to Jungkook and curls his finger at you in a ‘come here’ motion.

As you go to get up Yoongi stops you, “Ah, ah,” he grins evilly, “on all fours sweetheart, wanna see you crawl like a cute puppy.”

You flush under his words and slowly lower yourself back down, crawling towards Yoongi with a sway of your hips. Jungkook’s own eyes are dark and half-lidded, he watches you with close eyes and mutters something about how hot you look on all fours like that.

“There you go sweetheart, guess your little brain does work for something after all.” Yoongi pats his knee, “Right here baby, right where you belong.” The insinuation itself has your pussy creaming, clit throbbing from arousal and neglect. You’re not too sure you can survive this.

“Let’s get this flimsy thing off.” Yoongi pulls you in even closer once you’re on his lap, his (veiny) hands slithering down to your miniskirt as he begins to unbutton it for you. “Up you go,” he slaps your ass, “yeah, just like that baby, I think your Jungkookie likes what he sees.” He motions over to Jungkook.

You turn around to face Jungkook with puppy eyes, pouting even more when you see his tattooed hand rubbing over his growing erection sitting so sinfully in his sweats. He nods at you with a grin, “Be good for hyung baby, show him how much of a good girl you are.” With that in mind you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi hisses under his breath when he comes face to face with your lacy panties, chubby little pussy hugged so perfectly by the flimsy material with an obvious wet patch over the center. “Do a little spin for me sweetheart, nice and slow for me.” He licks his lips sitting back and staring up at you.

You shyly do a spin, making sure not to go too fast since you’ve done this countless times for Jungkook. Yoongi’s hands come up to stop you mid-twirl, holding you still in front of him as he runs his hands over your baby-soft skin, gently cupping your asscheeks and bouncing them in place.

“Shit.” He growls, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He suddenly pulls back to smack your ass harshly, watching it bounce in place as a hand print slowly starts appearing. You yelp softly and chew on your bottom lip, this isn’t fun at all if he’s only looking :( you want him to make you feel good too!

“I bet you’re even prettier over here.” He whispers huskily and gently presses two fingers right up against your cunt, rubbing over the wet patch as he presses in to emphasize his words.

You mewl softly and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster, “You’re being really mean right now. ‘S not fun at all!” You huff angrily.

Yoongi smacks your ass hard, “You’ll take what I give you sweetheart, no need to get fucking mouthy with me. Your greedy little pussy is practically beggin’ for it at this point, look at you,” he laughs which adds further to your embarrassment, “you want me here?” He presses right up against your swollen clit which lies hidden away in those damned panties. “Puppy forgot how to speak?”

“N-No, ‘s just–”

“Just what sweetheart?” He quickly interrupts and forces another whine out of your throat. “C’mon, I don’t have all night to sit here and wait until you decide to use your little brain to figure out what you want.”

Yoongi is cruel with the way he pinches your clit while he nonchalantly talks to you still expecting for you to be able to reply to him. Your lip wobbles and you begin whining again with small hiccups, “Y-You’re being mean..! I don’t want your stupid fingers anymore, you’re not even doing anything and it’s not fair.”

“Not fair puppy? How, if you can’t tell me what you need? Are you that dumb you can’t even figure out your own needs? Has Jungkook fucked you stupid babydoll?” Yoongi pulls you back into his lap as he circles his arms over your waist and holds you still against him, “Hm?”

“ ‘s not true, I know that I want your fingers.” You huff cutely and lick your lips, “And if you won’t do something about it then I’m going to Jungkook, he’ll do something.” You glare.

Jungkook makes a noise since he’s addressed for the first time since this has started. “My patience is running thin Yoongi, if you won’t I will and you’ll single handedly ruin your only chance to get your hands on my baby.” He smirks.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lays you back on the couch, “Brats, the lot of you.” He slides your panties down your soft thighs and tosses them in Jungkook’s direction, “Get yourself off with those loser.” He grunts and lays his eyes over your glistening pussy.

Your breath hitches in excitement and you let your thighs fall open for the older, biting your lip in anticipation. “Actually I got a better idea.” Jungkook muses as he rises off the couch and slowly walks over, “from what I remember…puppies don’t speak.” He grins.

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook and then trails his gaze down to you, “You’re right.”

+

Soft moans and garbled little cries are punched out of your throat with every thrust Yoongi sends your way. His cock punches in deep and strikes a spot inside that has your thighs shaking and pussy leaking. His thighs smack into your over and over again, he practically has you hanging off his cock bent over at a perfect angle with your ass up high.

Yoongi grips your hips tightly and occasionally digs his fingernails into your soft skin, leaving behind marks from his aggression. He releases a series of pleasured grunts and tiny sighs as your pussy tries to milk him of all he’s worth. “Loosen up for me will you sweetheart? Gonna give it to you just the way you need.” He moans.

You’re trying not to tighten up around him but it’s a little difficult with your mouth preoccupied with Jungkook’s cock. You’re trying not to choke up around him but Yoongi keeps catching you off guard with his punishing pace. The pleasure clouds your senses, making it a bit harder to focus on Jungkook.

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” Jungkook grunts as he guides you up and down his cock, watching as you slobber all over him and leave behind a mess.

You whimper loudly and squirm around, your jaw aches pleasantly from the stretch but you don’t find it in you to care much. Not when Jungkook’s cock settles just nicely over your tongue, you easily catch him off guard when you suckle around him and slurp up your spit and precum. Yoongi however, catches your attention again when he delivers a slap to your ass.

“I don’t want a drop wasted, good girls always make sure to clean their messes don’t they? You gonna be good to Jungkook and swallow all of it, or are you too cock drunk to understand.” Yoongi pants softly and re-adjusts his grip on your hips and fucks into your harder.

The sound of your ass clapping off of his pelvis resonates loudly, between your thighs there’s a mess of your creamy slick which seems to form a visible white ring around Yoongi’s cock everytime he backstrokes. Yoongi hisses at the sight, he wishes that he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill your sweet little cunt up and watch as his cum was pushed back in.

“Ah fuck,” Jungkook groans out and throws his head back, “keep going like that baby.” He whispers in pure bliss, “You’re doing so good for me.” He grips your hair tighter.

You gag around his cock in response, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure you look a mess right now, tear streaks down your face and ruined makeup. “Mmm..!” You cry out in a mix of pleasure and some pain when Yoongi reaches between your thighs to pinch at your swollen clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips.

“Go on and make Jungkookie cum baby, don’t be a selfish little slut.” Yoongi purrs as he slows his hips down to a sensual grind. “Hold it in for me sweetheart, good girls cum when they’re told to.”

Jungkook on the other hand loses it when you make eye contact with him, he grabs on to your hair tightly and begins fucking up into your mouth. His balls press snug against your chin as he rolls his hips quickly. “Shit, shit baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he shudders as he tightens his grip, “just a little more for me.” He moans.

Not wanting to disappoint him you swallow around his cock and moan loudly, letting the vibrations travel as you flick your tongue on the underside of his cock where a particularly sensitive vein lies. Jungkook’s poor cock throbs as the first few spurts of warm cum shoot down your throat. He lets out a long moan, eyes slipping shut and head falling back in pleasure, “Shit.”

Yoongi licks his lips and pulls you off of Jungkook’s cock, “Swallow for me.” He whispers, yanking your head back as he watches you greedily gulp down the cum. “That’s a good girl,” he licks his lips and delivers hard punishing thrusts, “gonna cum all over that pretty ass sweetheart.” He closes his eyes and groans.

Your cunt throbs in excitement as you shakily whimper and hide your face in Jungkook’s thighs. “P-Please, ‘m so close,” you sob softly it gets harder to hold your orgasm back, and you do NOT want to be a bad girl.

Yoongi suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as you whimper from the loss. You hear him rip the condom off and toss it on your ass. “Fuck,” he hisses as he strokes his cock rapidly, “turn over for me.”

You shakily comply and push yourself off of Jungkook, lying on your back and staring up at Yoongi with those sweet puppy eyes of yours. He aims his cock down at your lower tummy and spills all over, hissing through his teeth as he tips his head back and sighs. You watch with teary eyes, this isn’t fair! They got to cum but you didn’t!

“Don’t you pout at me, I haven’t forgotten you yet.” Yoongi sighs, utterly relaxed from his strong orgasm as he wedges himself between your thighs, “You did so well for me puppy, sit back and relax.”

His hot mouth ghosts over your pussy until you feel his lips wrap around your clit. You cry out in sensitivity and reach up to hold on to Jungkook’s hands while Yoongi begins ferociously eating you out. He eats you like a man starved, basically making out with your cunt at this point.

“Mm..! Mmm..!” Your head is thrown back, mouth agape as he spits on your cunt and traces your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook gently hushes you, “Just let go for me baby.” He leans down to smooch your cheek and whisper words of encouragement.

The praises are what leads to your orgasm. A loud cry escapes out of you and you’re left shaking on the couch as you cum harder than ever with your clit in Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi slurps up the mess he made on your cunt as he pulls back to pant softly, “Good girl, look at you.” He whispers as he watches your chest rise and fall.

You pout your lips up at Jungkook for a kiss and he easily complies without hesitation. You happily sigh into his mouth and relax under both men. Jungkook for the most part ignores Yoongi and murmurs against your lips if you’re okay. You think he’s so sweet for that and it makes you melt even further.

“Are you guys getting the fuck off my couch anytime soon? I gotta clean this shit before Seok wakes up.” Yoongi says now standing as he smokes the rest of the blunt he and Jungkook were sharing earlier. “I have a magical thing called a bathroom where you can do this thing we call freshening up.”

“Fuck off.” Jungkook snorts as he gently gathers you in his arms, “Leave my baggy out there and we’ll be on our way after we freshen up.” He says as he lifts you up and begins carrying you off down the hall. You pass by Yoongi mumbling a ‘I have to go peepee remember?’ to which Jungkook replies, “Yes you do baby, ‘less you want a STI.”

Yoongi stands there with a unreadable expression, “Get the fuck out of my house.” He rolls his eyes and begins cleaning. (He doesn’t mean it though..)

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[astaraels]

so I know I'm in the no galladads side of the fandom but hear me out on this one—

so it's maybe five years after the end of the show, Ian and Mickey are still going with their security business, maybe they've even branched out and hired some extra help, making good money, swapped out the stolen ambulance for actual SUVs that Debbie has fixed up for them, and they've maybe even bought a house back on the South Side with a dog and a cat and they're close to all of Ian's siblings (Debbie and Carl and Liam all still live in the old Gallagher house, Lip and Tammi are a few blocks over)

and one day they're on a lunch break together, leaving some diner when some rando kid bumps into Ian, turns out it was a pickpocket, and Mickey takes off after the jerk who tried to steal from his husband (he may not be a South Side thug anymore but like hell is he gonna let that shit slide)

he knocks the pickpocket over and it's some kid, like thirteen or fourteen with bright pink streaks in her dark hair and fierce brown eyes, and Mickey is like wtf kid do you wanna die

and the kid is like oh fuck you, very much an angry kitten type because she's definitely a scrawny thing—by this time Ian's caught up to them and his bleeding heart is like look if you give me my wallet back I'll buy you lunch (Mickey complains that "we just ate, Gallagher" but Ian insists)

so they either go back to the diner or find some McDonald's and this kid practically inhales some burgers and fries, and both Mickey and Ian know the look of a kid on the streets, but she's giving off those vibes that say don't touch me don't talk to me don't fucking perceive me

but Ian probably sees something like Mickey, and Mandy, in this girl and we all know he wants to help people, so he asks her if she's okay or if she needs anything, and even though he can feel Mickey starting to grumble next to him Ian still offers her their couch to crash on after she mentions getting kicked out of a salvation army shelter because they found out she was trans

and after some very intense eye to eye communication between the husband Mickey's like okay yeah fine but if one thing is outta place in the house then we're gonna have words

and the girl—they find out her name is Starr, or something like that—is like wtf why are you people being nice (they understand the suspicion, obvs, they aren't stupid), and Ian's like uhhhh we're gay and we've gone through some shit of our own so maybe we just wanna help?? (although he does notice she relaxes a little bit when he tells her that they're gay)

so they drive back home and Starr is absolutely enamored by the gallapets (a beautiful fluffy black cat and a big pittie mix, both of these animals are Ian and Mickey's baby girls), while Ian fixes up the spare bedroom with fresh sheets—usually it's where Franny or Fred stay when they come for weekend visits

and at first Starr is like okay yeah I'll stay one night but then I gotta go, and somehow it ends up that one night turns into two, then Ian and Mickey come home one afternoon and the house looks amazing because Starr is like "yeah your place was a fucking mess so I figured I'd clean" because she's not a freeloader gdi

and before they know it she's been there for a few weeks and Ian's trying to help get her back in school, because one night they were sitting around and talking and she offhandedly said that she does kinda miss school but the last place she went they were assholes about her transition, and Mickey is like just do that homeschooling course thing that maybe Tammi talked about one of her bougie friends doing for their kids

and then it's been a month or two and they bring Starr to a Gallagher family get together—Debbie hosts the family at the house at least twice a month, but everyone's been super busy lately so it's been a while since the last family dinner—and Debs gives Starr a hug and is like "oh so you're the kid my brothers adopted" (she and Sandy worked things out btw and have been back together for a while now, they've even maybe talked about getting married)

and Starr is like oh no I'm just crashing for a bit but by this point Ian has already got her the homeschooling correspondence courses, and Mickey's taken her to find a doctor who can prescribe her HRT ("it was on our route anyway, fuck off, Gallagher") and their pets adore her—Ian jokes that their cat is the one who actually adopted Starr, they just went along with it

and basically I just love the idea of them taking care of a young queer girl, and being like the cool gay uncles, and yeah :')

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #maybe I'll put this on a to write list <3 #galladads #starr verse

[zedortoo]

HAPPY DAY AFTER WEED DAY err here's how I think certain characters act when under the influence of alcohol or weed

Peppino:

Relatively good natured when drunk, can get a bit boisterous at times but never on purpose. Used to have a drinking problem after the war but now drinks a responsible amount.

Usually just. Falls asleep when he gets high. Too much stress on the poor bastard already, his body takes any chance to conk the fuck out. When he's awake he's quiet, almost in his own little world.

Gustavo:

Does stupid shit when drunk. Takes any dare and makes it ten times more dangerous. Also seems to somehow be invincible while under the influence of alcohol, none of his stunts ever go wrong. Often climbs people taller than him.

Laughs at anything while high. He would laugh at a fly spot on a wall. One time he was doubled over barely able to catch a breath because he thought a painting of a duck was the funniest shit ever. Loves to cuddle and pet brick, who takes advantage of his inebriated state to ask for lots of treats which Gustavo gives out without a second thought.

MR STIIIIIIICK:

Very happy drunk! A bit of a lightweight but once he gets a buzz he wants to be EVERYBODY'S friend. It's like his entire personality does a 180. All of a sudden he's laughing at everything and not starting arguments or trying to scam people. Perhaps drinks a bit more than someone his age should but he still manages. Loves to sing and dance even if he has a terrible voice and two left feet.

Gets incredibly heightened emotions under the influence of weed. In most cases this leads to him freaking the FUCK out and having like three panic attacks. Thinks the government put a chip in his skin and considers whether or not to pull it out. He doesnt do this every time he gets high though, when he's with people he trusts he relaxes a lot more. Doesn't talk much. Still dealing with heightened senses but in a more palatable way, a fluffy blanket is like heaven to him. like peppino, often conks out as his body desperately tries to catch up on sleep.

Pepperman:

Surprisingly lightweight for someone his size. Despite being a bigass pepper it only takes him as much as the average Joe to get drunk. Often gets experimental with his paintings, had dipped himself in paint and cannonballed naked (or as naked as he can be) onto canvases to make art with his cheek prints or some shit. Has a taste for nicer alcohol and orders gay ass drinks whenever he goes out. Turns his metaphorical nose up at regular beer.

Mellows out a lot when high. He becomes a lot less self centered and is able to talk about things other than him and his art. Doesn't smoke, only does edibles but likes making ceramic pipes and shit for his friends. Sometimes he can get emotional and go into tiny pepper mode, which is why he doesn't tend to get high alone.

Vigilante:

Can handle his alcohol relatively well. could drink most of the cast under the table any day. If he gets too drunk he begins to melt into a puddle, struggling to keep a form. Makes his own incredibly potent moonshine, which would probably kill a small dog. Loves doing karaoke while shitfaced, is actually good at it.

Literally just fucking melts while high. First time it happened, everyone thought he was dead because he wasn't making any movements or noise. No eyes no nothing. He says he enjoys himself, but noone really knows because. Well. He's a goddamn puddle. Tends to trip sit for the more anxious, has stopped Mr Stick from having a heart attack at least twice. Of course, stick never thanks him when he's sober because he's an asshole, but he has endless praises while high.

Noise:

ROWDY DRUNK. ANGRY DRUNK. BITER. keep a wide berth when out drinking with him, he'll pick a fight with whoever he thinks looks at him funny. He won't attack any of his friends though, in fact he becomes very protective. Has growled like a feral animal multiple times- though to be fair, he does that sober, too.

Like pepperman, becomes less painful while high. You can hold a conversation with him without him insulting your entire bloodline. Actually a pretty chill guy most of the time, laughs at dumb stuff. He does get very cuddly though and will wrap himself around whoever is available. Usually this is noisette, but he'll settle for anyone. One time he curled up and fell asleep in Peppermans arms.

Noisette:

Doesn't drink much, doesn't like the way alcohol tastes unless it's flavoured as something else. On the rare occasion she drinks enough to get inebriated, she's just very giggly but surprisingly quiet. Just loves to listen and laugh with her friends. Surprisingly cooks very well when drunk. Gets very red in the face.

When she's high, she also doesn't talk much. She just giggles and stims alot, likes soft things even more than usual. Gets very sleepy, which everyone thinks is adorable. She's always attached to Noise when she's high, snuggled up to him and hiding her face. She just wants love and Noise is happy to give it.

Fake Peppino:

Alcohol doesn't work on them, per se. They don't get mentally impaired but, like Vigi, fakey becomes very melty. He never seems to mind, in fact it seems to be relaxing to him to let go of his physical form. Although he can't actually get drunk, he loves to mimic the behavior of his buddies when they're shitfaced, which can lead to him doing dumb shit.

Noone can actually tell if weed has an effect on him or not. He acts similar to the way he does when given alcohol, becoming very melty, and seems very relaxed- though, nobody really knows if they're actually high or just pretending to fit in. The one key is that their sclera go BRIGHT red. Almost neon when compared to the regular bloodshot high look. Maybe they're trying to mimic that too, but it's a source of a lot of laughs for the rest of the crew.

Pizzahead:

SAD drunk. Actually, no, not really? Whenever they drink, they start crying, but nobody can place whether it's happy or sad. Very lightweight, two glasses and the tears start pouring. Nobody can figure out if they're happy or sad tears, because Pizzahead just blubbers and tries to hug people the entire time. Has the ability to simply sleep until his hangover wears off, which often leads to him just curling up wherever and snoring away until the afternoon.

Gets even more mischievous when high. Rubs their hands together and plots stupid shit. Practices his evil laugh. Instead of his usual closed eyes, when he's high they bulge RIGHT out and scare everyone because he looks like he's glaring directly at them. Has a habit of lacing the edibles with psychedelics, freaking everybody out, which is why he's banned from bringing his own material to the sesh because it'd be too difficult to just ban him outright.

Gerome:

Literally cannot get drunk. He's a rock, it's not possible. Likes the taste of beer, though, and drinks it like it's water. this has lead to people who dont know him to presume he's an alcoholic, which he laughs at. Dude just doesn't care.

Surprisingly enough, however, weed does work on him. How? Cartoon laws, idk. Gets *slightly* more talkative when high, but it's mainly just nods and mhms, unless he's with John, in which case he'll be yapping his brothers ear off. He only does it in private, though. Nobody can know how talkative he can get.

John:

Can actually get drunk, unlike his brother. it's like a party game to see if he can get even the slightest bit tipsy because he's just so massive. Could beat anyone in a drinking competition and still be sober while the other person is blackout drunk. The only time he got fully sloshed was when everyone worked together to bring him several barrels of liquor. They had to keep an eye on him for the rest of the night because he REALLY wanted to smash pizzaheads skull in. Slept for a week afterwards, everyone thought he died.

Doesn't get high often, mainly because it makes him more emotional. He doesn't enjoy talking about his experiences in the tower while sober, but when he's high it kinda just... Spills out. He doesn't know how to stop it but next thing he knows he's crying and feeling like an idiot, not matter how many people attempt to comfort him. If he's in a good mood pre-weed, though, he's usually fine, just having a good laugh with everyone else and not batting an eye when people use him as a rock climbing surface.

YAYYY hope these were readable uhhh I have never drank or smoked before because I am a good Christian boy (lie) so sorry if these aren't accurate 😢

#pizza tower #cw drugs #alcohol cw #Headcanons #fuck uhhh tags #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #Mr Stick #MR STIIIIIIICK #pepperman #the vigilante #The noise #Noisette #Fake Peppino #Pizzahead #Pillar John #gerome pizza tower

[midnight-talescape]

Deal (Alastor x Reader)

Kinktober day 20: Tattooing

I swear this was hotter in my brain,

Warning: tattooing, overstimulation, mention of cannibal, a tad bit ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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“Why hello my friend! It’s certainly been a while since we last seen each other!”

You looked at the demon in front of you and let out a pain sigh.

“I guess this really is fucking hell if I’m seeing you here,”

Alastor grabbed your arm and twirled you around,

“Don’t be like that, all that is between us is in the past, my friend,”

You broke out of his grip, before brushing your arm in disgust,

“Oh fuck off, Alastor. You’re the fucking reason i’m here,”

“Yes, yes, but stop holding a grudge. How about this we make a deal and all is forgiven,” he hold out his hand with a maniacal smile,

You glared at him,

“Do I look fucking stupid, I have heard of what you can do,”

He seems to think about this for a second,

“Yes!”

“You fuc-”

He put a finger on your lip,

“Now, now, calm down my friend, then how about a bet? You have always loved bet, how about it?”

You smack down his finger, you wanted to say no, but he was right. You do love bet, and you have bet with him before and nothing bad has happened. Well until he killed you that is, but that's in the past. Hesitantly you shooked his hand,

“What are we betting on then?”

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You let out an angry swear as you see the outcome of your bet.

“Seems like you have lost, my dear. Now for the prize,”

“Fine, fine, calm your fucking tits,” with that you angrily tore off your cloth, before pouncing on Alastor,

“Well, it seems like someone is excited,”

“Shut up and let's get it over with,”

Alastor hold down your hand,

“Then as you wish, my dear,”

He flipped you over and licked your neck before biting down on it, drawing blood. He sucked on the wound licking away the blood, before biting down again. He did this over and over again, covering your body in bite marks.

“Shit! Alastor are you a fucking dog?!”

“Awww, I didn't know you were so weak,” Alastor look up, his lip stained red,

Holding your leg down, his nails digging into your skin. He quickly stretched out your tunnel a bit with his finger before pushing his member into you.

You gripped the bedsheet, your back tensing up as you tried to get used to the feeling of having something inside you.

Gripping your leg he started to pound into you, you let out little moan as he started to hit your sweet spot. Leaning down he bite down on your neck as he fucked into your roughly. 

Your eye rolled to the back of your head, as your sense was flooded. You panted as your body was overstimulated. Your body shuddered as you were brought to another orgasm.

Just as you were trying to recover, Alastor gripped your waist and twist your body while his member was still buried inside you, grinding across your sweet spot as you were turned, earning a groan from both of you.

Pushing your body down onto the bed, he slowly trailed his fingers down your spine.

Suddenly you arched your back as you felt something stabbed into your skin.

“Motherfu-”

“Stop moving, bitch!” Alastor said with way too cheery of a tone,

You felt whatever was stabbing you repeatedly pulled out and stabbed in again, you can feel the blood dripping off your back before Alastor licked it away.

Tears dripped down your face as he fucked you from behind, his hand forcing your body back down every time you tried to get up.

Just as you were about to come again, he stopped thrusting his member into you.

“I know i’m fucking your brain out, but stop fucking moving, slut,”

“Fu-fuck you!”

“My pleasure!”

Every single time you were close to orgasming he will stop to edge you, as he does whatever he was doing on your back. Eventually, you broke down crying, as you were stopped from cumming.

“Now now, don't cry, my love! If you will stay still for me and stop fucking moving, when I’m done I will let you cum!”

Hearing that you desperately tried to calm your oversensitive body, hoping he will finish faster.

Eventually, he stopped and he started fucking into you faster and harder. You were quickly brought to a mind-breaking orgasm from being edge on for so long. With a crazy laugh, he pulled out from inside you, allowing the seed inside you to spill onto the sheet. He picked you up and took you in front of a mirror. Turning your back to it before forcing you to look,

“Don’t you love my gift to you!”

You opened your tired eyelid to see what the fuck he meant by ‘his gift’

Then you fucking saw it, and finally, realize what the fuck was that excruciating pain you were feeling was.

“D-did you fucking tattoo me when we were fucking?”

“Maybe!”

The design on your back was a elaborate magic circle with a key in the middle. It was beautiful and mysterious… You have a bad feeling about this…

“It’s my symbol! You belong to me now!”

“You fucking bitch! This wasn't part of the deal!”

“You forgot, my love. The deal is I get to do anything to you, you just assume I meant to fuck you!”

You realized what he said was true, but it was too late the deal was made, there's no turning back.

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Alastor has always wanted you, even when you guys were just mortal. He wants you, your eye to always look at him. But he wasn't unique, so how could he have you with him forever? He smiles as he remembers how you taste as he kept you as a part of him forever. 

But now in hell, he can be with you forever. He smiled as his eyes glow red with desire.

Little Easter egg (it’s more like some info dump for the backstory of the smut)

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Movember Day 2: First time at Therapy

written for @harringrovemovember

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: therapy, panic attack Words: 1018

"I don't want to go." "Billy…" "I don't need to, ok? It's you that needs this shit, ok? I'm perfectly fine. I have a good job, Neil is out of my life, Max and Susan are doing great. Everything is perfect!" "Apart from me." "Apart from… what?! Hey, no! Don't make me say things that I didn't mean!" Billy turns toward Steve, ready to fight, because the fight it's all he has ever known. "Yeah, I'm the fucking psycho who needs therapy, right? You don't! Because you don't wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody hell! You don't get mad when I eat the last cookie and you weren't the one that punched the fucking door instead of my head after we argued!" Billy's cheeks are red with shame and anger. He is fucking fine. If Steve wants to waste money going to therapy, that's fine, he will take more hours at the machine shop, but he will not sit in front of a stranger telling them his darkest secrets.

"What do you want me to say to your fucking therapist? The same shit you say? That a pack of dogs mauled me too? That I'm scared of the dark because I was robbed? This is bullshit, Steve! fucking bullshit!" Billy regrets his words as soon as they leave his mouth. Steve is trembling in front of him, clearly having an episode, and Billy can't even touch him because he knows that things will get only worse, so he tries to talk to him, and tries to drag him out of his nightmare with his voice. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry Steve. You are right. I'm damaged and I ruin everything I touch, but you are the only important thing in my life. Come back to me. Please. I'll do whatever you want. I'll come to therapy. I'll do whatever but please, please, come back to me. I beg you." Steve blinks a couple of times, surprised at finding himself kneeling on the floor "Billy?" he calls confused and scared. Billy rushes to his side, holding him so tight that he must hurt him but Steve doesn't complain. "I'm here, I'm here. You are ok." "What happened?" It breaks Billy's heart having to explain that they argued and Billy inadvertently triggered Steve's panic attack. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." "Billy." "Tell me." "Would you like to help me?" "Everything for you!" he agrees eagerly. "Come to therapy. With me." That's not on the table, Steve can't make him go and… "Ok… Ok. I'll come. For you."

Three days later they are sitting together in a little waiting area, in front of them is a man with some serious problem and a little girl with her mother. "Steve?" the therapist calls, and he gets up, smiling. "Hi, Andrea, this is Billy." "Oh, Billy! It's so nice of you to join us." Billy nods, shakes hands, and sits on the chair but says nothing at all, glaring at Steve and the woman on the other side who seems to be making small talk but keeps writing things on her little notebook. Does she know that everything Steve says is a lie? That there is an entire parallel dimension waiting full of monsters ready to kill them? "What do you say, Billy?" He jolts "Sorry?" "Steve was telling me that he is preoccupied because his needs are increasing and he doesn't want to be a burden to you. That's why I asked him if you could join our little chat." That's it? That's why Steve asked him to come? "He is not a burden." Billy quickly replies. "But he feels like it. Can you tell him what you said to me, Steve?" The boy nods but avoids Billy's eyes "I know that you're doing good, that everything in your life got better after Neil left but I… I feel like I'm holding you down. I feel that everything I do somehow makes you angry, or anxious and I wonder… I wonder if you would be better without me." Billy gets defensive "Do you want to break up with me?" Steve is still avoiding Billy, his eyes fixed on a stupid colorful poster, but his voice is wet when he whispers "I don't want to. I'm too egoistic to break up with you, even if I should. You would do so much better without me…" "That's what she said to you? Is it her that put those stupid ideas in your mind?!" Steve shakes his head "No, she… she tried to convince me that I deserved to be loved and that if you really loved me you would have done what is necessary to help me." Billy feels the hot blood in his veins turn suddenly cold "Tell me what do you need, baby. Tell me and I'll do it." Steve is crying, taking some tissues from the ugly pink container. "What Steve needs, Billy, is a safe environment, where he will feel that it is ok if he has a slip, that being a survivor comes with survivor's guilt, and that if he will ever feel like that you'll be there for him. Can you support him? Can you put your personal stuff away and dedicate yourself to him?" the woman asks with her plastic smile. Billy's hot blood would have answered that yes, of course, he is! He is his fucking boyfriend, he loves him and they have been through so many things together… But that would be his pride talking. The truth is that he doesn't have the tools to help Steve and he must admit it. "I… I would do everything for him. I would like to be anything he needs but…" Steve trembles and Billy obliges himself to finish the sentence before he gets too scared "But I think I need some help too." Steve turns toward him, eyes full of tears and astonishment. Andrea finally closes her little notebook and gives him a smile, a real one this time "I have a colleague who will be more than happy to help you."

#Harringrove Movember #Harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things fanfiction #tumblr prompt #billy x steve #medusapelagia

[ofallthingsnasty]

This is highly unlikely to happen BUT imagine the show Wife Swap (old american reality show from the early 2000s). I never saw a single episode and don’t intend to but the premise is simple (and really weird lmao): two wives from vastly different families swap households for a while. Shenanigans ensue.

Anyways, there is not a chance in hell Crocodile would let his basement wife anywhere near Doflamingo, but imagine some devil fruit fuckery swaps basement wife and the family pet temporarily. Everyone, except for Doflamingo maybe, will be having a really hard time until wife and pet can be located and brought back to their proper places

Oh, anon if only you knew - the German version was a huge part of my tween years, mainly because of one specific meme that came out of it (Frauentausch-Andreas)💀 The thought is so fucking funny, though. Idk what it is about dark content with a crack-treated-seriously twist, but it makes me laugh.

tw. crack treated seriously, noncon (only for Doffy), basement wife is fat + fem, family pet is gn as always

Oh my god, call that basement wife's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. You thought your cartoonishly evil pseudo-husband was bad? Hah, you know absolutely nothing, you stupid little thing. When Doflamingo scrapes you out of the crate instead of his little bipedal dog, he's confused - but he can put two and two together, and quickly at that. Obviously, you're not some assassin (really, what kind of strategy is that? Killing one of his family, making the body disapear and then wait for him to appear? Hilariously bad, honestly), not some spy and you really, really aren't the one who's supposed to sit in that cage. And when you start crying the moment he asks you what the hell you're doing here, he knows this isn't intentional. At all. Another once-over, a look at your weird little outfit, at the clunky stone on your hand and it clicks - he only knows one man with a similar taste in clothing and jewelry. Would you look at that, it's Crocodile's well-kept (and apparently not-so-little) secret. Reality can be stranger than fiction, huh? He's real nice after that epiphany. Too nice. Sits you down with a cup of tea like you're old friends, seats himself across from you, legs perched on the table while he smiles. Chats. Laughs. Acts overly familiar. It's bizarre to witness - but he's trying to glean what exactly you, the little teary-eyed butterball you are, offer Crocodile over him. Really, he's a little hurt: you're drab and soggy and soft in more ways than one, you cower and snivel in front of him like some beaten dog. The only fact that saves you from being mind-numbingly boring is that you're immensely valuable to Crocodile - and it makes ideas pop up in his head. He really likes the way you're stunned into silence when he suddenly uses his powers to immobilize you, right as you're in the middle of talking. And he gets why Crocodile keeps you around when you're bent over the table and he fucks you until you're just a sobbing mess. It's at least a little different from his usual endeavours and he takes his sweet time with you, leaves some evidence for the other man to discover later on. Once the mix-up is solved, Doflamingo hands you back dressed entirely in pink and with a thousand yard stare in your eyes. Will ask Crocodile about you every time he sees him from then on, a shit-eating grin on his face while the other almost loses it.

On the other hand, family pet does pretty well, considering the circumstances. I'd even argue it's the best you've been in years - because someone is treating you like an actual person, for once. Even if they aren't being kind. Crocodile is wary, of course - every single member of Doflamingo's posse is not to be taken lightly - but he also knows you. The fucking bird dragged you into official meetings enough for you to be a familiar face to him. He's furious, seething, beyond angry - but it's not necessarily directed at you. Doflamingo has to be behind all of this, he's sure of it, and you're just the collateral. (Admittedly, weird collateral, as you're the apple of Doflamingo's eye, always kept on his arm, cooed at, just treated like some ghoulish human pet, but who knows how the bird works? He sure as hell doesn't.) He'll probaby try to squeeze some information out of you (and when that doesn't help, he'll just plop you into a seastone cage and try to solve the mystery on his own. Yeah, he almost killed you minutes before - but then again, maybe you're worth something? He can always get rid of you later, maybe you do still have some value... He's feeling a lot of emotions, give him a minute.) Really, it's not that bad. You've been through worse. When everything is cleared up, I think he'd even let you take a bath and feed you a proper meal (on a plate!! A plate! Not a bowl!) before he'll trade you back in for his weirdly apathetic looking wife...

#tw.noncon #honestly crocodile just goes through the stages of grief while you're sitting in a corner. slow blinking at him. bc even if he ends you #- you have learned that your life isn't your own anymore anyway jdkdk poor family pet reader... #/crocodile #/doflamingo #/one piece

[sugolara]

𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙢

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Stupidity

Heavy breathing.

Her eyes only stared at the stall that was closed. It was the only stall that was occupied. Her hands gripped the sink. She then leaned slightly down to see a pair of feet.

Nothing.

She let out a sigh of relief and quickly left. Her mind is playing tricks on her and she didn't know why but she knew that she was beginning to get irritated. Maybe she should have a talk with her parents and figure out a solution, maybe go on a different prescription.

Reaching her group, she let out an apologetic smile, "Sorry I'm late."

Tenya shook his head as he was cutting some construction paper, "It's alright. Next time be a little more aware."

Ochaco looked at her as she helped Tenya. She wondered if something had happened with Izuku. The thought alone made feel a different emotion that she never suspected to feel especially if it's towards her dear friend.

Shoto handed her band aid, "It's a good thing the cut wasn't big. What happened?"

"I wasn't being careful." She said as she placed the bandaid on the wound, "It honestly caught me by surprise."

Tenya then added, "When you get home make sure to apply some medicine so it doesn't get infected."

F/n nodded. She then realized Izuku was missing, "What happened to Izuku?"

"He went to the bathroom." Shoto said and helped the other two.

The sentence alarmed her.

After a while, the class bell soon rang and Shota woke up. He ordered for those who had detention to stay and finish any remaining missing assignments. The rest of the students quickly packed up and left, giving those in detention a pitiful look.

The remaining students waited for Shota to sleep and when they heard the first snore, Denki sat closer to Hanta and Shoto moved towards F/n as she turned to face Izuku.

She noticed a confused look from him, "Every detention Aizawa has, he sleeps through it. He even magically knows when it ends."

Izuku smiled at the attention, "How does he do that?"

She shrugged and gave a quick glance to the teacher, "I think he pretends to sleep. He never seems to care much about detention."

"Or he's on something." Shoto shrugged as he scrolled through his phone.

"Really?" She deadpanned at him, "I'm pretty sure if he were to be on something he would've been fired years ago."

"It was a joke." Shoto blinked at her.

"Lame attempt at making a joke." She received a kick to the shin. She laughed but winced at the pain.

"Like you can do any better."

Watching them interact and hearing F/n laugh made Izuku angry. It made him even more mad when Shoto hurt her. Gosh, did Izuku just want to gouge his eyes out. How would he like it if someone hurt him instead of his precious F/n.

"I triple dog dare you." F/n and Shoto turned their heads to the side and watched as Hanta groaned and got on the floor. They grimaced when Hanta licked the floor. They however failed to notice the glare that Izuku sent Shoto's way.

"What are you guys doing?" F/n asked with a disgusting look.

Denki chuckled as he took a video of his friend, "We're playing truth or dare. Want to play?"

"You dared him to lick the floor?" Shoto asked as he watched Hanta get up.

"Duh!" Denki sent the video to his friends group chat, "Hanta, lick that stain right there."

"Dude, you only said the floor." The boy glared at him, "I'm not licking a stain that could be dog shit."

The yellow-haired boy put his phone away, "Dude, you are so lame."

Hanta rolled his eyes as he sat on his chair, "Lame? You gave me the lamest dare ever."

The four watched as Denki perked up, "Fine! Give me a dare!"

Before Hanta could give him one, Shoto pointed to Katsuki's desk, "Eat the gum he sticks underneath his desk."

Izuku awkwardly let out a smile while F/n and Hanta both shook their heads, "Ew! That's nasty!"

His yellow eyes switched to Katsuki's desk and gulped. He slowly stood up and headed for his angry friend's desk and kneeled down. With his fingers, he picked a few and shivered before putting it in his mouth and began chewing.

"Dude, you are so nasty." Hanta had to look away as he gagged.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Izuku muttered to himself.

"Swallow it." Shoto added lastly.

F/n shook her head at him, "You are so cruel."

With a harsh gulp, he swallowed it and held back a gag. He shed a few tears at the salty taste and the lint in his mouth. When the taste of the gum was gone, he perked up once again and pointed at Shoto, "Now here's your dare!"

"But I'm not play-"

"I dare you to kiss F/n!" Denki pointed at her. He chuckled mischievously as he knew the feelings he harbored for her.

The sound of the chair falling and hands slapping on the desk caused those around him to flinch. Izuku was up with glossy eyes, "What?! But aren't you guys friends!?"

"A dares a dare." Hanta pointed out. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ.

"Yeah." F/n said as she hesitantly looked at Shoto, "We are, which is why we aren't going to kiss. Besides, I'm not even playing."

The colored-haired male nodded and looked at Denki, "Exactly."

Denki rolled his eyes at him, "Just a kiss. It doesn't even have to be on the mouth."

"Oh!" F/n perked up, "In that case that changes everything!"

"Huh?" Izuku and Hanta confusingly stared at her.

F/n let out a chuckle, "We used to give each other kisses on the cheek when we were younger. Remember Shoto?"

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🅆🄷🄰🅃 🄳🄸🄳 🅂🄷🄴 🄹🅄🅂🅃 🅂🄰🅈?

Shoto blushed in embarrassment as he looked away, "But that was forever ago."

Hanta leaned in with a grin, "Nah! You still got to kiss!"

As they laughed, Izuku gripped his desk so hard that his nails began to bleed. He stared at them with wide eyes. He stared at F/n pleading for her to not do it. He stared at Shoto as if daring to go with it. He stared at Hanta for pressuring it and he stared at Denki for making them do it.

He began to feel dizzy the more F/n and Shoto leaned in. How could she do this to him?! How could she betray him after everything he's done?! Why!? Just why?! Can't she see that Shoto doesn't belong to her?!

Oh god.

His heart was hurting.

He feels like he can't breathe.

Like he's beating suffocated.

He wants to grip his head, claw his nails deep until they reach his brains. How did this all start?!

His wide terrifying eyes then looked towards Denki.

Denki.

Denki. Denki Denki. Denki.

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. . .

Denki.

#izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n #bnha midoriya #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku

[soft-for-them]

The pearl of the Queen Anne's revenge - Edward Teach x reader

Summary: Years and years before Stede Bonnet there was you, the bright snarky pirate who wore pearls and a smile that captured the hearts of all the crew. (An Edward Teach x reader with slight Izzy x reader).

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: Gender neutral but written with a nonbinary and/or trans masc reader in mind! The crew are all queer and polyamorous so sorry cis people, read any other fan fic in the world. (And yes this is a re-do from a deleted blog of mine, the old blog has my old pronouns and name so please ignore it.)

It is a cool bright day out at sea, the fluffy white clouds moving in clumps through the periwinkle blue sky so bright and cheery.

Then there’s Blackbeard’s ship so dark and looming with loud jubilant cheering sounding from the ghost ship, said ship drifting off from a now ransacked boat that has been deserted in the middle of the ocean.

“Everyone, smile we have treasure.” You giggle as you hold up a line of pearls with a delicate heart shaped gem charm hanging from the middle of it.

 “Did you take the matching ring as well?” a crew mate clad head to toe in black leather asks which makes you raise the shiny ring up to the sun to your own delight.

The heart red gem, though deep and void like reflects the sun off of it like glitter, the gem yet to be tarnished by years of wear.

You had snatched the rich woman necklace whilst the rest of the crew were maiming, the matching ring taken from her lover who was also on board, his ring finger having to be sadly severed to get the matching set.

“We got so much and I didn’t even have to kill anyone!” you squeal.

“Stop being stupid (y/n).” Izzy snarls as he hangs being Ed like a guard dog, “We should have killed the lot of them.”

You spin around to Izzy, thus also spinning around to face your dear friend Ed, and you grimace with an immature mirth.

“Ohhhhh don’t be stupid (y/n) have a heart Izzy.” You mock as you try to clasp the line of pearls around your neck the tiny thing more like a choker on your bare neck, “They we’re just some rich pricks, nothing worth killing.”

Fang and Ivan laugh at your antics before promptly being shut up by a scolding glare from Izzy Hands himself.

“What do you think being a pirate is, huh?” Izzy has now stepped closer to you his voice low in a growl.

If you weren’t arguing with him you’d say the shorter man, not yet aged by the sea like some men on-board are, was quiet handsome in an angry Chihuahua short of way.

You stride close to Izzy, big black heeled boot rattling the deck, your grimace turning into an annoyingly playful smirk.

“Stealing shit Izzy, not killing innocents-” You reply as you jam you finger into his forehead.

Normally you’d jam a finger into a person’s chest to prove you point but you like to piss off the angry little man by using his height against him, “- not every ship we come across has to be burned to the bottom of the sea.”

Izzy is seething none the less, his eyes concentrating on you.

He may want to deck you right now but he knows not to lay a single finger on you because Blackbeard likes you too much.

You watch as he grates his teeth his eyes sharp and filled with rage, the cogs in his mind working overtime to think of something to say back to you.

“You killed the captain, why kill the rich pompous opera singer who was doing her job singing whilst fucking the second mate.”

You words are low and quite, vibrating in your chest.

Many people forget that you’re a feared criminal, young with the anger of a sea storm in your heart, Izzy most certainly does remember this most of the time, and really you could kill him in one swift motion if you wanted to.

Instead with a condescending pat to his cheek, your fingers tapping the freshly tattooed cross on his face in the most childish way possible, you step back.

Your royal red coat undone to show the knife strapped to you thigh, the sharp thing gleaming in the sun’s rays, you laugh a joyful laugh.

The crew is quiet as they watch on.

Blackbeard stands.

“Izzy, mate, lay off.”

Blackbeard, otherwise known as your Ed, is a bit shaky standing, his knee giving him some trouble despite him being as young as you.

His hair is growing out and still is mostly black, the feared Captain looking more like a Labrador puppy right now than the Kraken.

He smiles and bounds over to pat his angry little friend on the shoulder. Izzy only walks away in a huff.

“And you.” He says playfully, “You need to stop that.”

A song bird like laugh as bright as the blue sky echoes out your lips as you walk back to your captain.

“I don’t know what you mean?” you say when you’re close enough to Ed to see his handsome face up close.

“You know what I mean (y/n).” he so close to you it’s almost too tempting to lean in and kiss him like you’ve always wanted to do.

His eye gleam and sparkle as he looks at you, you’re not sure why, but you like to imagine some reasons.

First he looks you up and down, checking there’s no harm done to you, then he looks to the knife strapped to your thigh, then back to your eyes with a knowing look.

He’s about to open his mouth and playfully tell you off some more but you speak instead.

“Ed-“

“-Yes.” He says a tad too quick, too eager, which you like.

“Help me put these pearls on handsome.”

You pass him the line of pearls held together with fine thread and delicate golden clasps, the type of clasps that are too fiddly to clip together without another person to help.

You turn around moving your coat down to your shoulders and pulling any stray strand of hair out the way so he can put the necklace on properly.

The cold feeling of the cluster of pearls lay on your chest, the necklace laying nicely on display for everyone to see and marvel at.

Ed’s fingers brush the back of your neck.

Maybe there was a stray hair or a bit of fluff, whatever it was his fingertips feel electric.

His fingers keep bumping on the back of your neck warmed by the sun’s rays and that heat travels up to your face making you flush.

The clasp is hard to clip onto the small metal loop but Ed does it without fail.

His hands still don’t move after it’s done, not for a second anyway.

You stand still, the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your skin buzzing in such a way that you want him to hold you, feel you more. When he does move he does so to rearrange your shirt collar and to pull you lowered red coat back up.

“…All done.” Ed whispers.

“Really?” you turn around, still so close to him, “How do I look?”

His breath hitches ever so slightly at the sight of you.

Even with all of your outfit stolen; from the rich red Captains coat nicked from an English sailor to the white flowing shirt that once was owned by Fang, now the pearls too, you look to colourful and bright for the dark crew.

To Edward Teach you look like a painting, one done by a master of art, the type of painting done with oil paints bright and pigmented with brushes fine and expensive. You look like a piece of art that has been perfected, one by a man who has sat down for hours, days, even weeks brushing down the beauty of his muse so gorgeous and sunny.

“Ed?” you smile.

“Yes, yes!” he is pulled out his thoughts for a moment.

“I will need help taking these off later on.”

You step back from him.

“You will?”

“Yes, I’ll be by later on.”

Ed nods his head.

You’ll be in his cabin later on then.

#not proofread #our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death x reader #ofmd x reader #edward teach #edward teach x reader #izzy hands #izzy hands x reader

[criticalfiics]

Bells Hells as a video game group

This has been stuck in my head so enjoy

Ashton

Outside of gaming with the hells he is silent unless talked at. 

Curses ALOT then apologizes right after only to do it again. Type to get angry as shit then reassure everyone hes not actually mad

When playing with the hells he does not shut up and will defend them on mic

Shit talks playfully with friends, seriously with randoms

Has been banned from both voice and text chat before

Defaults tank characters, dotes on the healers, gives the dps shit

Always up to game but is never the first to ask 

Would befriend the enemy team and then team kill them all 

AGGRESSIVELY protects his team and will haul ass to go and save them

Imogen

Gets so short and snippy with people when they start being mean

Basically turns into Ashton when provoked but makes REALLY personal insults

very kind natured otherwise, gives good callouts and reassures everyone its okay to suck

will tell you if you suck though without holding back

Mains either the more annoying DPS or mains the high DPS support characters, can play exactly one tank really well and swaps with Ashton alot.

Is one of the two who normally get the group together to game

would remark at the enemy team trying to befriend her as shes killing them: “Aw, they’re waving at me! guns them down”

has been timed out of the chat before for shit talking someone

Laudna

Pure support

Pockets Imogen and Fearne

just says sorry in chat when people get onto her about healing

not great with comms but super positive

would spectate more than play

encourages the group to get matching skins 

ONLY talks on mic with the hells

would be super aggressive towards the other teams healers and would target them

Everyone eats up her cheering and praise

Chetney

Worse team player to ever exist

wonders off ALOT trying to flank or do something cheeky, gets killed more than he succeeds

would troll a bit in chat 

plays mainly dps or tanks, typically plays high damage characters 

shit talks constantly but really weirdly like would ask people if their mother made breakfast for them or would remark their dog doesn’t love them 

has the worse KDA 

picks one of his friends to annoy at the beginning of each match then hangs around them the entire time, ignoring any objectives 

reminds everyone, right after he gets super tilted, that its just a game and its okay to get a little mad but to remember we are all friends 

Fearne

Support and DPS main but the type that are little shits

plays the most annoying characters to make the enemy team mad then sends :3 in chat when they get tilted at her

some how never dies despite putting her self in harms way CONSTANTLY its mainly Ashton and Chetney keeping her alive

Targets people who kill her friends then tbags them

holds grudges against her teammates and her enemies 

will withhold heals and make you beg or bar for them

swaps off support because “i think we need more damage” then gets one good play and nothing else 

blames the others for getting hurt so much instead of owning up to not healing people

would egg on the others trolling as well as troll herself, BIGGEST troll at times 

would flirt with people on mic and convince them to throw then call them stupid

Orym

Flex main. Often fills for what ever the team needs and can play pretty much anything

Always tries to get the team to work together but will cave if they want to do memey plays

very positive and even apologizes for the other hells

moment he leaves the team vc and is only with the hells is he ranting and going off about their bad teammates/enemies

picks on the hells for doing bad plays or making bad choices

carries the team ALOT 

always checks on everyone as the game continues 

has to be baited into shit talking and will only shit talk the other hells

REALLY good at roasting randoms who are being dicks for some reason. Is the first to mention they have two kills and twenty deaths then really politely asks why that is

the other one who gets the group together to play

does keep the other hells in line when they get to tilted or mean, mandatory break enforcer as well

FCG

Tries to fill, is really bad at it

really good at support but is SUPER good at a single tank character and only them. 

plays the same character and is only really good at them, has trouble learning others

Very nice on comms but super bad at them

When people are mean to him hes kinda naive about it or asks why they are being so mean which usually either results in people rage quitting or shutting up

the rest of the hells use him to gauge how bad the team chats gonna be 

Has the best aim out of the hells

loves telling people to git gud 

can easily be made to say weird or trolling shit by the other hells 

likes to emote/dance when he kills people as he thinks its a nice little victory dance and isn’t him being mean.

is the one dragged into the games by the others when they need an extra teammates

#critical role #critical role campaign 3 #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #laudna #imogen temult #fearne calloway #fcg #chetney pock o'pea

[spilledcoconutwater]

You know what, I didn't want to speak up, because I know people like to misinterpret my words and I know people whose families suffered in Hamas attack and many irls following me is much more knowledgeable about politics of middle east than I am and I didn't want to make some stupid mistake and get roasted to hell and back, but, first of all, I will be screaming free Palestine the same way my mother used to scream free Tibet as a teenager and I also can't stand the disinformation and lack of critical thinking.

1. I genuinely saw someone stating that protecting Israel is important, because every jew from Poland fled there to survive holocaust and there is no more og Jews there, which I guess means half of my friends doesn't exist so good riddance.

2. I hate so many people making it about antisemitism. Like...wtf? If a christian kills my dog and I will get angry at him, it's because I'm an atheist? Please. Antisemitism is a problem, but let's not get carried away. It's not about religion here, it's about genocide and honestly I have very deep if you were victim in the past, now we are in the present and you lost your victim card the moment you did your first war crime against people who weren't even connected to what you're trying to play victim about. Like if my dog bites me and I will go punch my friend's cat years later stating I was just afraid my dog will bite me again, it doesn't exactly make sense, does it?

3. I hate people making it about Ukraine and race. Yeah, racism is awful and way too common and influences too many political decisions, but it's not why reaction to Ukraine was different. I need you all to understand that Ukraine got so much coverage because westerners were shitting themselves about it being too close to their homes, and the USA saw the opportunity to rehush their cold war. They don't care about ukrainians, but they can't let Russia progress beyond Ukraine because it will tangle them in active warfare. West is more than happy to boost their economy on wars as long as they are far from them and won't affect them personally. It's not about race here. It's not about religion. Politics is way less about beliefs and ideals and more about maximising profit than you can imagine.

4. The same goes for why Ukraine didn't vote and didn't support Palestine. I can't pretend to know what ukrainian government believes in but you do get that them going against USA and supporting Russian side and country that "attacked" would be political suicide, Ukraine can't afford if they want to keep USA fundings and get that spot in Nato. Them deciding not to vote is as good as it could be, but this one is just my opinion, since the same would probably also happen in different scenarios, looking at how all Eastern countries voted.

5. Fuck everyone who says they don't want to think about it or that kids are too young to learn about it. What exactly is a difference between them learning about genocide and polish kids writing essays about teenagers dying in uprising and reading books about Gestapo tortures or dying in Nazi camps in a fucking middle school? If official school program for polish, Lithuanian or German kids states its okay to show them documentaries about holocaust and sing songs about kids dying for their land, why it's too much to explain to them what is happening in middle East?

6. I hate how little we learned from ww2. When polish spies were risking their lives getting secret plans and documents about holocaust from Germans before the war and presented them to the west, west said they can't get involved because its too delicate issue and would hurt international relationships. Then billions of people died because the west was too selfish to move a finger. Then they just left East to Soviets because Churchill was too concerned about being on good terms with Stalin. Why is West doing the same shit again? What are these years of learning history good for if politicians can't even learn from it? And going off of this, while I understand we have right wing Catholic government and antisemitism issue that would look bad on us, fuck East for not speaking up and not taking a stance.

7. If one country doesn't have military it's not a war, its genocide.

8. "Ooh, Amanda, what should Israel do after getting attacked by Hamas then?" I don't know, maybe discuss how to get hostages they talk about so much from gaza back to their homes and try to focus on that instead of straight up bombing everyone and maybe go for defense instead of war crime. Maybe not use phosphore bombs and not kill journalists? Maybe not put hostages from their own country in active danger? Hamas, for sure, will give your kids back when you bomb them so hard there will be no kids to give back anymore. What country genuinely tries to completely destroy and bomb country with their own hostages in it before securing the hostages? It should be your first red flag.

9. If Israel really believes they are just protecting themselves, why would they try so hard to hide what is happening in Palestine? Why would they cut off the Internet? Wouldn't it be better for them to just show everything and let the world see the situation?

10. At the end let it be said, I wish celebrities knew when to shut the fuck up. I hate this trend where we expect famous people to speak up. Yeah, yeah, I know traction and influence but one would think we noticed already how dumb and uneducated most of entertainment industry is and that they will just repost whatever their pr people tell them to, so what's the point? I will always advocate for influencers and celebrities whose job isn't connected to the issue, to just go fuck themselves before they open their social media apps. Let's acknowledge that most of them are either upper class dropouts or liberal intellectualists who are living in a completely different world than we are.

Just my random thoughts. I'm not here to get into discussion. Political and humanitarian debates are something I do irl, and I have my international relationship major and history major friends for that.

#palestine #free palestine #didn't know if I should tag it because it's literally just my rant and my own thoughts #but fuck it #also how tf do I restrict comments?

[drgarrisonandpaul]

My Issue With Mask De Masculine...

MINORS DNI, SOME OF THESE ARE NSFW BECAUSE I HAVE ISSUES

The issue is that I'm obsessed, and now I'm gonna dump headcanons on you in hopes it gets me in the mood to write for other characters

Under his mask is the same bright, baby-faced dude but with freckles, and I wanna say cerulean blue eyes. Just a nice vivid, mid-toned, same shade as gatorade-type of blue.

He has THIS hair. Short, messy mohawk, and in the back there's a little star shaved into it

Mans loves fighting but hates conflict, why be so dramatic about it? Just fight me!! I think that's why he (SPOILERS) gets so pissed and drops his act at the end of his fight with Renji. Renji is just DOGGING him, both verbally and physically, so much that it feels personal and he is NOT up for that

Mask and James sleep in bunk beds and treat their room like a college flat, that room is MESSY. I mean- sure, the floor is clear of items, but there's crumbs everywhere, it's darkened because they don't bother taking off their shoes, and the dresser, desk, and nightstand are very casually covered in dishes, papers (like the documents he doesn't read), and little items and trinkets that James brings around. The dishes get taken out once every few days, but that's the most of the cleaning that happens

Big boy loves a glitter beard (or rather, a glitter mustache), he does one every holiday. There is always going to be glitter on his bed, clothes, walls, carpet, everywhere. It is an eternal curse, and he finds it hilarious

Mask prefers a partner with chihuahua energy. Short and short-tempered, doesn't matter the gender. (because we love an Omnisexual king) This way, he can feel like a big, strong, masculine man, but also have someone fight his verbal battles for him (because again, he hates conflict but loves a fight)

More likely than not, he's gonna fall in love at the gym or during any sort of training. Seeing and hearing a small, angry person beat the ever-living shit out of their opponent just turns on the cheerleader in this man, which is more likely than not what he's gonna want in a relationship. You're his cheerleader as is he is yours

NSFW ZONE

However, that's not to say that falling in love is required. I can imagine Mask being pretty promiscuous when he wants to be because it inflates his ego and makes him feel wanted and attractive. If you show a certain amount of interest, dangling the proverbial line in his face, he's gonna take it HOOK. AND. SINKER.

Due to the aforementioned glitter-mustache obsession and the extension of his room and bed being constantly shimmering with residual glitter, if you sleep with him, everyone will know. There's only one class of people in the Silbern that shine brighter than the rest, and those people are just Mask's previous lovers

He likes to grip and grope. He feels like a very grabby person, not constantly, just randomly throughout the day, during sex, or during snuggling. He'll adjust rough/gentle depending on the partner, but either way, you best believe you're gonna get grabbed

AHEM. Size difference kink.

Speaking of size, I think he's average, between 4-5 inches and very proud and confident about it. You don't want this? Cool. Byyyyeee~

He likes it when his partner power-bottoms, getting to sit back and watch them do their thing with that big, stupid grin on his face

He especially likes it if said power-bottoming partner is inexperienced and clumsy, trying to climb over him and hoist themselves up by gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. It's cute

At the end of it, when it's more sloppy and tired, Mask is probably gonna hold you down for leverage, pressing your face into the pillows and letting out happy, growling chuckles at the sound of your muffled voice

Likes to make a show out of stripping down, flexing and posing around like a big goofy idiot as he shows you the real 'star flash'

Probably not great with his hands, but definitely good with his mouth. Again with the gripping thing, holding your thighs firmly around his face and laughing at the sight of your melted form once he's done

Definitely not serious in bed. It's just a funny act to him! Especially with all the sounds it can make and how cute you look when he makes you beg for it

Ok, that's all of my depravity, BYYYYEEE

#nsft headcanon #bleach #bleach headcanons #bleach quincy #mask de masculine #mask de masculine x reader

[chaeyunz]

happy opening, everyone! excited to introduce u to ryu chaeyun, the wolf pack skele and also professional pain in the patoots. more info will be under the cut, and i’ll be around for a while if you’d like to plot. discord is also available (and slightly preferred!)

please be warned that passive suicidal ideation is mentioned in the intro (marked w a *) & will be a general recurring theme with her character, so please proceed w caution, and do let me know if you need a sparknotes/would prefer to plot without that point!

graduated from the national university of idgafistan, with a doctorate's in idgafism and a minor’s in ijbolism. thats it, that’s all you need to know about her.

her life pre-apocalypse was pretty normal: grew up in a family of 3 with her dad and older brother. mom passed when she was young, and at mama's funeral, her grandma tells her she has shitty fate. she's literally 10 though and doesn't understand what gran's trying to say except she doesn't ever see the maternal side of her family ever again x

watched train to busan like right before the apocalypse started and decided she just wouldn't be built like gong yoo. did, and still does not have that much will to survive, but hey, she's still here!

same can't be said for her dad, who d*es in seoul qz because of a very mundane stroke. doesn't get his blood thinners on time... or at all, bc of the kdrt rationing it super strictly. her brother turns angry at the world, and somewhere in their 5 stages of grief, they make the move to the busan qz. his joining the fireflies is the natural next step for someone so full of anger towards the kdrt.

all the unprocessed grief really makes one a great member of the resistance, and he does well within the ranks of the fireflies. he goes on every mission he can, and chaeyun knows he's gone too. his body never comes back somewhere between the 10th and 20th mission. L + ratio + skill issue!

eyes turn to her, then, to carry on his legacy. problem is, she just... doesn't want to. she's happy chilling in the qz, being a silly little 21-year-old teenage girl.

a demented old lady accosts her randomly. the same shit's spouted, but this time w a twist! she's got shit astrological fate that kills the people around her. the lady's family pulls her away and apologises for her, but it lingers in the back of chaeyun's mind.

* she entertains the idea a little more than she should, and thinks everyone around her in the qz might die. has nothing more to lose (besides a delusionship over someone who barely looks her way) and if she does something useful in div4, then maybe she deserves to live.

sorry 2 everyone on the mission, 'cause she's in her terrible twos and so goddamn annoying. like, pretending to convulse and zombify annoying. pull a gun on her and she'll be like omg wow rude..... what did i ever do to u! if u can look past the chronic unseriousness then she's alright. just ur typical gen z-er.

her one strength is bouncing back from just about anything. like, she's been through. a lot. but everyday she wakes up and decides its a new day to choose violence &lt;3

her dog is a malinois named potato (chip). better trained than her, and she loves that stupid dog so bad. classic case of tiny girl & big dog. potato sideeyes people a lot but also. is very excited and gets the zoomies 24/7 when he's not on duty. rolls over for belly rubs way 2 easy.

misc. chaeyun tingz: always has chocopies on hand. don't ask how or where she's getting them. u think she's finished the one box she's brought.. but she just keeps pulling them out. is her bag doraemon's? / very prone to nosebleeds. no reason why / keeps talking about fast food. misses mcdonald's ice cream so much. / hums under her breath. either chopin or 2016 kpop girl groups. what can she say, she's got range /

a couple plots i would like to have wld b found family.. of course. show & teach her that fate can be changed. we will all have these bitches become found family. / someone who knew her in seoul qz. can tell she's different now somehow... but can't quite put their finger on how (it's death babes x), though i'd love to brainstorm & fill any of ur wcs!

#frf:intro #tw suicide

[cycle-hit]

realising ive never put into words character speech/think patterns that ive absorbed while having to write them nd i need to so. here u go.

haruka - guilty of not rly paying attention to how he speaks so i have less knowledge of it. used to stutter over his words a lot in t1, had a poor grasp of vocabulary. in t2 he stutters less/not at all, his vocabulary has improved but because of this i like to think he probably speaks close to how muu does (since she taught him) (i have no idea if this is canon or not)

yuno - lots of usage of the word "bothersome". presents a facade that she cares more than she actually does. i dont have a lot of thoughts on how i write her honestly- she's close enough to myself that i just WRITE her speaking manner as myself but a little different. she has a habit of teasing people. can be sexual (in speech) at times. homophobic dog. can make people uncomfortable with her knowledge of them or her general attitude. warmth.

fuuta - also guilty of analysing him less. i just write him sort of like how i speak to people im close to. has a regular angry anime boy speech pattern thats actually not angry- mixed with twitter user. in t2 he develops cult speak habits which actually makes him sort of hard to write bc i have to google things like "Religious words" "Words like salvation" every time i write his dialogue. hes stupid as all fuck.

muu - she's so fuckign funny. "passive aggressive" teenager in high school. says "muu" instead of stuff like "i" or "me/my" 10x more than mahiru's habit. doesnt "care" for most people she speaks to and it shows (unlike yuno's facade). spoiled rich girl. can be ignorant and not necessarily always on purpose. shes just a mean teenager man idk what much else to say about her speech patterns. in t1 she actually used to trail off a lot and hesitate to speak bc she was scared

shidou - guilty of not looking into him a lot. has a habit of "looking down" on the people he's speaking to with the sole exception of kazui (though he tends to think of kazui solely as Older Man Like Me rather than anything. deeper?? idk if that makes sense). verbose like some other little furry shit that i know. doesnt emote well. i write him like myself as well

mahiru - MAHIRU!!! in t1 she used to say her own name a lot like muu. in t2 this changes- she doesn't say do it as often. she apologises a lot in t2. low self-esteem that she makes known in speech whenever talking about herself. she just wants people to be happy. references her magazines/stuff she reads a lot in t1- im always rly sad she's lost this trait in t2. i want her lit major-ness back. sunshine incarnate that's been extinguished. "airhead" and "carefree" are words that describe her but i also tend to write her as being slightly hurt by them- its likely not a nice feeling to be thought of as "stupid" in gentler terms. i like to write her as more observant than people think though i dont think this is canon- she's lit major.......come on milgram...make her strange!!! let her observe people like those who like writing are so prone to do!!!!!!!! cant handle anyone making fast/unpredictable movement towards herself anymore after t2. also. NANDE, NANDE NANDE? (constantly questioning why.)

kazui - i need to analyse him more. his gaze makes people uncomfortable, notably those who dont like parts of themselves "seen". likely an aftermath of his employment of being a detective- he has to be able to know and analyse people accurately. reminiscences on his younger days a lot. i miss my wife tails i miss her a lot.

amane - guilty of not analysing her speech patterns at all actually. verbose. stuck in a cult. more "childish" than she lets on and tries to conceal this fact.

mikoto - i have to make sure he talks about work. tendency to present himself as more "simple" than he is. john speaks more aggressively. "carefree" like mahiru but less and more self-aware.

kotoko - oh boy. stupid fucking verbose bitch she takes so fucking long to write especially since i have to do her pov you have no god damn idea. she is constantly analysing and overthinking everything around her it doesnt stop. blunt. asks a question in return when she doesnt want to answer a question or gives short statements like theyre fact. struggles to read social aspects bc of her paranoia. uses the word "ridiculous" and "-ne?" ("right?") a lot. as well as "evil" or "sinners" or "criminals". thinks shes sooooo fucking smart when in reality shes stupid as all fuck. i write her very much like myself. theres a lot to say about her speech patterns/way she is that influences her speech that idk how to put into words bc its just been absorbed into my brain like a sponge. sounds like shes analysing you every time she speaks. naturally intense-looking in a way that scared muu even in t1.

#HOPE THIS...HELPS? these are also very much generalisations that have nuance to them. i just tend to think of these things as a quick summ- #-ary whenever i have to write them so theyre closer to canon. i probably also missed a lot bc the only characters i stare at under- #microscopes are um. kotoko 'nd mahiru...bc i only write their povs. i have to know them inside and out but for the others i do not..have to #little guy posting

[danni-k]

“Ken...Kenny!!!”you whispered yelled trying to get his attention. “Hmm..” Draken mumbled while turning over to face you in his bed.

“Are you asleep?” It was a stupid question, it’s 2:00 in the morning of course he’s asleep. Just because you couldn’t sleep overthinking about if Rindou was right about your boss,Mikey, not only knowing Draken but knowing you live together and not saying anything is stressful.

“I'm working on it. What do you want?”

“It's raining” of all the things you could say that’s what you came up with.

“I'm not going out in the rain to get you more snacks Mikey. Go back to sleep.” He said rolling away. “Mikey?” Damn it Rin was right they did know each other. “Shit, I'm sorry what's wrong?” His eyes bolted open, just registering that he was talking to you and not his old friend. When he rolled back over he saw you looking very small and scared.

“I can't sleep... I had a bad dream.” You finally said the thunder making you jump. “Come here. You wanna talk about it?”pulling you bed with him and into his arms. “No I'm good, this is good.” You didn’t know how to even bring it up that you know Mikey much less that Mikey knew that he was here, without then having to tell him what you actually did. “Okay, night little girl.” He said while kissing the top of your head. Why does he make it so hard to stay away.

*the next day*

“Good morning.” You heard Draken talking but you couldn’t quite wake up completely comfortable in bed. If only he would turn off the bright ass lights you could go back to sleep.

“Morning” you mumbled still trying to wake up.

“Did you sleep well? I take it that you don't have to go in early. I'll take the boys with me and you can chill with Artemis. I got everything ready downstairs for your tea all you have to do is turn on the kettle, I'll see you when I get back.”he said as all the dogs followed him out.

“Have a great day  at work bye.” The fuck just happened. This man is trying his hardest to get you, that was the cutest shit that’s happened to you in a while and you could feel yourself blushing because of it. Finally getting up out of bed you looked around his room, and instantly felt bad, this man was neater than you. Without housekeeping your room was a disaster. When did you get a cork wall?! He had pictures of what you believed were all his friends, they were all hot, and he knew your favorite underground designer?! Definitely grilling him about a meeting when he gets home. Who’s little pink bear is this? Not knowing why you got a little angry at an old stuffed animal you go over to his desk. He would be appalled by your desk at work, everything is so neat and in its place, whereas yours has paperwork from last week scattered about. Still liking you see a stack of old pictures at the corner of his desk, before you could look through them your dog barked signaling that someone had come in. Opening the door to see who had come in you were met with your boss who pushed past you into the room. Your nerves getting the best of you, you tapped him on his shoulder asking “is there anything I can help you with today? Sir?”

“He was always clean. Good for him moving out of that brothel. Have you been having fun with Kenny?” Mikey asked.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Bonus

*Part 1 *Part 2 *Part4

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #ken wakui #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers mikey #draken #draken x reader #tokyo revengers ken ryuguji #manjiro sano

[nobodys-muffin]

ok so ik that having siblings has its ups and downs but honestly what seems to bother me most is that you are STUPID and try to act like you're cool or smart or as if I'm the dumb one.

I got this conclusion at last because I'm snapping at my little brother and I'm trying to hard to honestly understand his perspective but he doesn't seem to even try to do that for me and as someone that is also a younger sibling towards my older siblings it's frustrating.

These last few days haven't really been the best since I lost my new headphones which frustrates me because I always end up losing my stuff and honestly it's not my fault I have always have had bad memory and they end up giving me comments I cannot even express because if I do I'd be in trouble, but anyways back to the point lol.... yesterday me and my little brother were playing games like guess what animal I am or person I am at my aunt's home and he did me then I was like ok bet so I did and the end it was 3 him 2 me and then I decided to stop bc what's the point of arguing let's have fun to then today we had church and I had a seat at the corner which I love but my family hates bc they think that makes me less involved to church lol I think it's absurd but I see why they think that way, and so I left for a moment to the restroom and had a small talk with myself to the mirror lol and when I went back I found my little brother sitting on the seat I was on and I know it shouldn't be a bit deal but he saw me sitting there and still decided to sit there even when I came back he could've been like oh sorry and moved to the other seat but no he was like what? you left 🙄 and my sister was like what? it's true.. and so that bothered me a whole lot because you don't just go on around taking somebody else's seat just bc they left you would've told them oh excuse me I'm sitting there or that's my seat or something right?

Not just that I kept giving him the cold shoulder but at the end of the day I decided it shouldn't really bother me he's a kid and I'm not so I tried not to even though they were acting like I was being extra and weird like omg is she angry why idk she's about to get her period probably like B**** no TF I'm not I had it 2 weeks ago it ain't coming till 2 more weeks or so like why does a period always have to be the reason of me being emotional like tf!?!?

When we came back home it was time to sleep I tried expressing myself to my little brother and then again he always tries to make me feel dumb and less. Like is that the only word you know like why don't you say the a word the s word or the f word

Like oh shit my bad but I'm not tryna hurt your feelings bc if I did you would never forget what i said but I hold back my younger for the sake of how much I don't want to hurt you but it bothers me how you try to be a smartass with me when you know I'm right and the fact that you want to be right when you're wrong and it's obvious you are like just shut up.

At the end I didn't want to argue anymore its bed time so why even go to sleep mad so I said out loud you should go and brush your teeth idk why you're still here petting my dog and he was like ok ok ok interrupting me and he said I'll leave you and your phone then yeah you and your phone continuously interrupting me tryna get me in trouble bc he knows we're not allowed to use the phones after 8.

#siblings #sibling problems #sad thoughts #frustración #i wanna leave #Silence to my thoughts

[doxiedreg]

I still have so much school trauma to work through and come to terms with. In general I accept what happened happened and I can't change the past. But on the other hand I'm so fucking angry at the system that failed me and even neurotypical kids. The educational system as it is now is not good. It's just test after test, essay after essay, constant deadlines, constant homework it's just not healthy. Learning should be fun. I loved learning new things as a kid, I was a hard worker. But then school just overworks you, just keeps demanding more eventhough you are at your limit. Even though your mental health is already shit because you are bullied like hell and nobody does something about it. Already shit because you don't have any close friends because you don't even know what to do anymore together with other people your age because you aren't really interested in most teenager stuff. Already shit because you are constantly suffering sensory overload from out of control loud classes, crowded hallways, people invading your personal space and purposeful scaring you by popping lunchbags and drink cartons. Some teachers are just 0 fun to listen to and make the subject they are teaching the most boring thing ever. Dreading whenever it's someone's birthday because it means there will be balloons everywhere which you are terrified of. Having to explain to teachers over and over why you can't do certain assignments or why you need more time. Physical education being the most shitty thing ever as I can never keep up with the others and it makes me feel pathetic. Also the exercises are often not fun for me at all. Just.. school did so much damage to me.. they denied for a very long time just how stressed I was because I still had good grades and behaved in class. My parents kept telling them how stressed I appeared at home. That my hair was falling out, that I was trembling that I didn't want to eat that I was struggling. But they just shoved the concerns away. It wasn't until I had a panic attack in class at school that they assigned someone to me to help me. But it was too little too late. I started going home early because I was just too mentally unwell. They started to question this as me slacking off because I was lazy or something even though I was grossly overworked. In the end I became suicidal and extremely depressed and stressed and hit rock bottom and stayed home. At first this was meant to be temporary but in the end I just dropped out because I couldn't take it anymore. It was a very dark time..and it took a lot of therapy and time to crawl out of it...school had destroyed my self image. I thought of myself as stupid and lazy and not good enough, never good enough no matter how hard I tried. I wondered if my classmates missed me, it they even noticed I wasn't around anymore. I never got closure on that. But luckily I made a new support system for myself online. There were some toxic friends in there at first but it's been a few years now that I've kicked them all out and I feel loved and cared about and seen. In may this year it will also be a year that I've lived on my own, in my own studio apartment without housemates and it also did wonders for me. I mean it's also been tough and brought new stressful things to deal with but I like being in control over my environment..I hope to get a dog in the future to help me with emotional stability (I miss having a dog on my lap and petting them the most I'm so touch starved but I'm not fond of touching people) and getting out more but I'm not ready yet. For now I have my lil fish guys and snail guys to look after and that's already nice

Anyway.. sorry for rambling..I just had to let that all out, it was building up too much. Ever since the sun started shining I feel like my brain is processing so much stuff in the bg i guess the book post triggered some of it to come outward

To my friends: even if we don't talk much, I love you all so much and I'm so happy to have you all in my life. You make me feel loved, appreciated and supported. You make me feel seen. I am so grateful to have a loving support system, even if I'm a lil shy to reach out sometimes still.

Just you guys are all great, remember that

#lena talks #vent #tw suicidality mention #long post #school trauma #ramble #personal #autism struggles