#nevertheless it's TOTAL SHIT currently

[octuscle]

Last day I found out my boyfriend had cheated on me multiples times, so now I want to use Chronivac for revenge to transform him into something hot for me and humiliating for him.

I don't know your taste now… But if you give me free choice, I'll just run one of my favorite presets. Transformation duration two days. Start during the morning meeting of your cheating boyfriend.

Your friend stands at the flipchart and explains the status of the current sprint of the software development project he is leading. Confident as always. A seasoned man in his early 40s, but suddenly he keeps losing the thread. He is unfocused. After the meeting, he runs into his office, takes a pack of cigarettes from his jacket and smokes a cigarette outside the building. And another. And plays with his cell phone. He surfs through porn sites he's never heard of before. Only when a colleague calls him and asks where he is, does he get back to work.

During the lunch break, his colleagues all go out for sushi. He says he's not in the mood for that shit. Drinks a beer at the food truck in the supermarket parking lot and eats a kebab with fries. Your friend spends the rest of the afternoon surfing the Internet in his office. He doesn't even go outside the building to smoke, he does it in the toilet.

On the way home, your friend looks at his reflection in a shop window. Fuck, he urgently needs a new haircut. Half an hour later he comes out of a 5-pound hair salon. And happily strokes his short hair. When you get home, your boyfriend is sitting half naked in front of the TV and jerking off. He asks if you can give him a blowjob. He would also immediately return the favor. There is no dinner. But you fuck like rabbits.

The next morning your friend gets up at 05:00. A round of running before work. He saves showering afterwards. He's been working for the security service for almost 10 years now, whether he's showered or not in his polyester uniform doesn't matter anyway after a few hours in the summer. That he wakes you up after the run with a blowjob is really sweet. But to be honest, the smell of cigarettes during the final French kiss with his cum-glutted tongue bothers you a bit.

You have made extra early closing time today. Your friend makes you so horny. The crisp young body this morning, his greedy tongue… In fact, his change has also rubbed off on you… You also had your hair cut short today. And you have also started to smoke. Nevertheless, the sight of your boyfriend almost knocks you over when he comes home at 4:00 pm. After the shift, he was working out. He stinks of smoke and sweat. He sees you lying on the sofa. And when he drops his pants, his hard-on jumps out at you like a jack-in-the-box.

Fuck, it's 10:00 o'clock when you wake up the next morning. Totally overslept! But the transformation is complete. Next to you lies an 18-year-old chav with a sneaker fetish and a sex drive that can hardly be satisfied. It is Friday. Take the day off. And let me know if you want me to adjust you a bit to your friend. In any case, have fun this weekend!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chav tf #revange tf #age reduction #male transformation #muscle transformation

[gellavonhamster]

assigning each straw hat pirate a knight of the round table

because I am currently obsessed both with One Piece and Arthuriana; not any kind of serious AU material, just silliness; I Wrote This for Me but You Can Read If You Like

Luffy: Arthur, not due to any similarities in characterization but purely on the functional level - the boy king, the inspirational leader and, as Sun God Nika, a mythical figure believed to return when people need him the most

Zoro: Lancelot, the perfect warrior who embodies that post that's like "it's not my fault that my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill". There is no Queen Guinevere here, so all the undying devotion is aimed at the king instead. Canonically has massive tits. Mihawk is thus implied to be the Lady of the Lake, and I think that's hilarious

Nami: hear me out: Kay. Sharp-tongued, rather cynical, but loyal to a fault to his king/adopted little brother. Nami as part of the Coward Trio vs. Kay being unlucky on quests and generally the butt of the joke. Isn't known to be a great warrior but occupies an important position (navigator vs. seneschal) that keeps the ship/court going. Besides, looking from the opposite direction, I just think Kay deserves to be the hot girl

Usopp: Usopp, sweetie, I'm so sorry, but I gotta say Tristan. Because Tristan is constantly lying about his identity in the most ridiculous manner possible and it somehow works. That part in Le Morte d'Arthur when he's asked what his name is and goes "Tramtrist" and no one suspects a thing even though "Tramtrist" is just "Tristram" with syllables switched around has big Sniper King energy. Also, can't forget the beautiful blonde healer girlfriend

Sanji: oh, that's the easiest one. Gawain. The Maidens' Knight, the ladies' man, a great warrior and one of the king's closest and most trusted men. If you put together Gawain's characterizations from different texts, from SGATGK to Le Morte to the Vulgate & Post-Vulgate to Chrétien de Troyes to everything, you end up with a contradictory character who is simultaneously the best and the worst guy you'll ever meet, which is how I often feel about Sanji, tbh. Would totally fight at a tournament on behalf of a little girl. Has some kind of an epic gay thing with Lancelot

Chopper: Yvain. Son of a sorceress - ah, pardon, a woman of science; associated with animals; known to be nice and kind (the Vulgate Cycle describes him as the one "whose heart will be filled with every kindness"). Occasionally goes insane in the woods (Monster Point), but, like, who doesn't

Robin: try as I might, I can't pull any direct parallels out of my ass, but I do think that narratively she can be seen as kind of a quasi-Mordred. Since her very childhood she was proclaimed to be bad news and expected to eventually cause a catastrophe, but where Mordred, whom no one tries to persuade the prophecy doesn't define him, ends up becoming exactly what he's expected to become, Robin has people who support her and trust her even after witnessing her be the bad guy in the past, so she never becomes the evil others expect her to turn into

Franky: Sagramore the Desirous (or the Unruly, depending on the text/translation) is a big, strong, good-natured knight who probably has low blood sugar needs to have a snack after fighting because otherwise he'll pass out, much like a certain cyborg needs his cola. In the Post-Vulgate, he and Mordred were raised together, which can be linked to Frobin's fates being intertwined since childhood, because I've Connected the Dots (you didn't connect shit)

Brook: I wanted to pick a character of the older generation who nevertheless isn't a mentor figure to Arthur, and I struggle to think of a better option than Pellinore - not the predatory piece of shit in the medieval texts, but the eccentric but loveable old man in Camelot (1967). Brook is also on a quest focused on an extraordinary beast! Only he's not hunting it, he's trying to get back to it because that beast is his friend 🥺

Jinbei: I honestly don't remember if he counts as the Knight of the Round Table, but I am hereby appointing him Ector - Arthur's adoptive father and one of the nicest parental figures in Arthuriana (and probably one of the nicest people in Arthuriana, period). I've also considered Galehaut for the "(partially) non-human ruler who allies himself with Arthur" angle, but that would imply Jinbei/Zoro and I'm not ready to deal with that.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #god usopp #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #cyborg franky #soul king brook #jinbei #gella talks one piece #talk talk talk #initially this included a line about sagramore being a himbo & franky being a genius engineer easily mistaken for a himbo #but i ctrl+f'd through a couple of volumes of the vulgate & i can't find what prompted me to think of sagramore as a himbo. besides Vibes #wouldn't wanna throw unwarranted accusations around

[onlyseokmins]

Currently thinking about good little church boy Shua who waits for marriage but you make it so hard for him (hehe literally) you always look so pretty in your Sunday dresses and helping with the little kids he just wants you. So once you two do get married he wants to fuck you anywhere and everywhere. All. The. Time.

Ngl I woke up at 7am w/ 4 hrs of sleep, read shua!church boy 👀 and flopped back to sleep BUT now that I'm wide awake and actually read it I'm like omfkgkdooeoeoeoe this is so Joshua??? Haven't stopped thinking abt this all morning tbh <3

NAUR bc I think it'd be sooo cute how in love with you he is and also you're not even trying to seduce him. Seriously. You love and respect your boyfriend-turned-fiancé and how could you refuse when those sparkly does eyes when he asked if you'd help with the Sunday school class and nursery at the local church. Nevertheless his heart (and cock lol) can't help but swell at the way the children flock to you. Tugging at the hem of your dress so you can lean down and let them whisper their tiny secrets that seem so big to them in your ear. When you see him approaching, you're all smiles, taking his hand in yours as the children dance around and giggle at "big adult relationships" and Joshua thinks he's the luckiest man in the _world 😉

But you're soooo right omg. He'd be insatiable. Holy shit. Once he gets a taste of the heaven between your legs and your body against his, oh boy. Making memories now means making love as well. Your friends know better than to look for you if you're missing (Seungcheol found you in his sister's bed... It was all a total misunderstanding don't worry). They don't fail to tease you though. Because even if the intention is pure, Joshua absolutely can't keep his hands off of you - whether it's an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his hand on your waist, fingers intertwined together - he's gonna have you close.

He's also really sentimental. Revisiting all the places you've had your dates before you were married. But this time - he wants to add to the delicate memories with sinful actions.

Instead of bobbing for apples, you're kneeling on his jacket in the ferris wheel as it approaches the top, his cock deep down your throat. You're sure the operator doesn't believe Joshua's story of you getting sick but that's what it'll have to be.

Common courtesy entails that Joshua cannot fuck you on the picnic benches where he bought you ice cream after your first date. But he can slide his long fingers into you in his car, licking them clean afterward and saying you're even tastier than the sweet chocolate flavor.

He's also not a fan of actually fucking in the church... But no one said the parking lot didn't count. Joshua loves car sex ig fjkdks. Pulling into the empty lot at night, grabbing at your hips, and seating you right on his cock. That night he's even a little more insatiable, fully cumming inside you (with your permission ofc) TWICE and makes sure you take in every single drop.

Perhaps the way his mind drifts to Sunday mornings (lololol) of you surrounded by the kids mixed with the lustful haze of you begging him to fill you up riles him up more than he'd like to admit. But if the two of you do decide to have some little one of your own, it may have been because of that night 🤭

#Hehehehe #Josh.thots #joshua hong smut #joshua smut #seventeen smut #ez.thots #nonny 🎭 #kpop smut #svt.thots

[girlzlovinggirlzlovingme]

Infatuation.

An anxious girl shows her love through taking what's hers

CW: kidnapping and cnc

"Oh my goodness, you're up! Please, please, please don't freak out! I promise this isn't as bad as it seems."

You've been asleep for. . . for. . . wait, how long has it been? You try and move your hands to rub the sleep out of your eye, but your arms just won't move. You move your head up, and despite your eyes still adjusting, you see and piece together that you're chained up.

You try harder, more forceful this time, still nothing. The only difference between that effort and the one before is now you can at least feel the metal getting warmer due to your thrashing. Desperate times here, okay, last resort. You start putting your full strength into it, flailing your body in an attempt to get any loose binding to snap so you can get out of whatever you found yourself in.

"No no no no! Please stop! Please. . ." Your eyes dart around to locate the voice that keeps calling to you. In the time of looking around rapidly, you take note of the fact you're laying in a bed. Not your bed, mind you, but a bed nevertheless.

Is this scary? Yeah, but there's hope here. Wherever you are, people will come find you. Even if it's just people who notice you aren't there at work or school, someone's gonna come find you. Just relax and stay strong. You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and let the air flow into your lungs, your mind clearing from the initial panic.

You reopen your eyes and see a small girl staring at you from the foot of the bed. You were so worked up when scanning the room a second ago that you can't remember if she was always there or not. For your sake, let's just assume she was.

"Okay! That's a lot better! I'm really glad you've calmed down now. I know this is all a little bit much, but I promise I'm not gonna hurt you." What she says contradicts everything else currently happening, but she talks with such a soft inflection that maybe she does really mean it. "I work at the coffee shop near campus, the one you usually walk past to get to your dorm." You've been to that place a total of one time. You went there with a friend after staying up all night to cram for a project and needing some caffeine to make it through the rest of tbe day; it tasted like absolute garbage, and you never went back. "You came in only once a few months ago. Looking at you made my heart flutter and knees weak. The second you left, I knew I needed to see you every day for the rest of my life. I've been watching you since that day, staring at you while you walk past the shop, taking time off to watch you during your classes. I even made friends with your dorm neighbor, so they can invite me over. Whenever they step away, I press my ear to the wall and try listening to you. Sometimes, I swear that I can hear your heartbeat, and I know it's beating just for me."

If there was any time for help to arrive, it'd be anywhere between when you got here and right fucking now. All the effort you tried to put into calming yourself down isn't doing shit when you feel like any second you're gonna die. Oh my goddess, you're gonna die, aren't you? This is it. You start hyperventilating, feeling cold air rapidly move in and out of your lungs. It's so hard to breathe, but maybe you'll suffocate before anything worse happens to you.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't freak out anymore. I'm sorry for saying all that stuff, I know it was a bit much. I'm only doing this because I love you, though! I swear I won't hurt you, so please calm down." She starts moving towards you, slowly. As if she was approaching a feral cat, trying not to make sudden movements so it doesn't get scared.

You feel tears start to well up, but you can't show that fear. You need to stay strong. You swallow your emotions, fight back the tears, and try not to sound scared. "If you so much as touch me, then the second I'm out of these chains, I'll make you pay for all of this."

She stops moving closer. "O-oh." She just sits there on the bed. Her lack of an actual response is unnerving, but you can't help but feel kind of bad.

Is. . . Is she crying?

"I'm sorry for all of this. I just love you so much. I needed to find a way to show it to you. You looked so incredible. . . I just needed to find a way to show my love in a way where you wouldn't reject me." This somehow feels worse than the actual kidnapping part. You're just staring, but it's not like you can look away. No, seriously, you're incapable of moving, so you just have to stare at this.

"If you just let me go, I promise we can put this behind us. I'm sure you're a nice girl, I won't even tell this to anyone. Just, please. Please let me go."

She sniffles and wipes the tears away. "I can't do that. You have to know I can't. You might be lying, and I can't risk that. You might just slip away after all I've been doing to keep you here." She starts moving closer again, this time faster. She no longer cares if you don't like it or not. She worked so hard to get you, and now she's going to keep you.

She moves her hand under your shirt and grabs onto your chest. It's so cold that it almost hurts.

"I'm sorry. Just please let me do this."

[sp00ky-scary]

Cranes turn, he's so baby girl coded <3

Design rant time !!

Jonathan Cranes backstory is the one where he lived with his great grandma and she terrorised the shit out of him, especially with birds. And he got bullied and all that too, and it all just kinda fucked him up. Eventually he ended up killing both his bullies and his grandmother, the events leading him to pursue psychology and study fear. Also he's from the south, I still dunno if that's ever been canon but I know it's a popular headcanon if it isn't. So yeah he's southern, although he tries to hide his accent (don't ask what state I don't know enough about American States to pick one).

So blah blah blah he moved to Gotham after university and he eventually became a Professor of Psychology, he then used his position to run experiments on "consenting" university students (he tried to argue they agreed to it, he failed to argue his point but he still made an attempt). Over time he developed his fear toxin (he didn't actually use fear toxin for a good few years) and developed the Scarecrow persona. During this time he also got fired from the University but managed to become a psychologist at Arkham Asylum which gave him ample opportunity to run his experiments. Eventually he expanded his experiments, using fear gas on a crowd at a currently undecided event to test it at a larger scale and a diverse range of people instead of just uni students and the mentally ill. However he got caught by Batman and became a patient at Arkham which obviously also got him fired. Nevertheless he continued his experiments although over the years a variety of factors have resulted in the Scarecrow persona almost becoming a second personality (he doesn't have DID just to clarify, this bit is more of a made up disorder on my part that's unique to him because his fear gas/toxin had a big part in its development, he's not immune to his fear stuff and whilst he tries to limit his exposure it's just not possible to avoid it). The best way to describe it is basically as Scarecrow his personality becomes harsher and under extreme circumstances and/or over exposure to his fear gas/toxin, he'll often disassociate and act more violent, mostly just attempting to do what he thinks is best in order to protect himself, it's similar in a way to a fight or flight response type thing I guess. It's basically just his brain attempting to protect him, it's really hard to explain what I'm thinking.

As Jonathan Crane he's reclusive with very few personal connections to other people. he can be cold and lacks empathy (not totally he still experiences a little), and often doesn't display much emotion, despite this he's still somewhat considerate of others. He's skilled in psychology and chemistry, and lacks fighting skills. He's persuasive and his knowledge of psychology makes it quite easy for him to get in other's heads. As Scarecrow very little is different, although he appears to completely lack empathy, has more violent impulses, and is generally more sadistic. Depending on the circumstances he'll either be more controlled and calm (when he chooses to slip into the persona), or he'll be impulsive and reckless, his actions reminiscent of someone doing what they can to survive (when he's forced into the persona, or further into them intended). Anyway at Arkham he gets the straight jacket treatment, also the mask whatever, he's never actually bitten someone they're just scared of him, he doesn't always wear the mask. When he's brought into Arkham he will often be more violent before calming down after a few days, usually they put him in solitary confinement for the first few days.

He began his crimes in his 30s and continues them into his 50s so he's like middle aged. He's aroace, also he's autistic, why? Because I say so, his special interest is fear lmao. Anyway he's close friends with Jervis Tetch and friends with Poison Ivy, friendly with Riddler (they have their issues), other than that he's mostly neutral with the other rogues. Also a note his body is covered in scars from the whole Grandmother terrorizing him with birds thing, the worst of the scars are on his arms and his back. Also he knits as a hobby, I just think that suits him. One more thing, he's 6'6" I just thought y'all should know that, he's stupidly tall. And that is all I have to say about him.

#dc #comics #batman #rogues gallery #scarecrow #jonathan crane #not a big fan of the nolan trilogy #but weirdly that version of Crane inspired me #not that its rly obvious #i love scarecrow hes one of my favs #also an additional note #when hes scarecrow sometimes he talks in nursery rhymes #only sometimes #ive only seen it in a few comics but i think its rly stupid and i love it #digital art #redesign #au #my art

[ohtobeleah]

Was this the first reveal that Amilia has a hangman tattoo? If not is there a scene you’ve already written where Jake sees it for the first time because it’s missing from my life! The possessiveness would be of the charts.

I feel like Amilia would have been under the influence when she got her H_ngm_n tattoo. I also firmly believe Rooster would have been involved to a certain degree. He wouldn’t have done much to talk her out of the decision once it was made. He kinda just wanted to see if she had enough balls to actually get his ‘Brother In-laws’ Callsign tattooed on her body.

“You won’t—“

“Like fuck I won’t.” Amilia just scoffs as she heads out of the Hard Deck. Bradley Bradshaw is hot on her tail and her designated driver of the evening. “Where’s the nearest tattoo shop?”

“Fanboys Spare bedroom.” Bradley never should have mentioned it, but the lightbulb only glows brighter atop Amilia Fishers intoxicated noggin. She beams up at the moustache having aviator she’d grown closer with over the last few months.

“Perfect! Call Fanboy and tell him I’ll shout his beer for the next week if he tattoos me tonight.”

“You aren’t serious are you?” Suddenly Bradley has his hands on his hips and a stern dad tone evident in his voice. Amilia just laughs almost childlike in her current care free state.

“Mate I’m deadset serious.”

Next thing Bradley knows Amilia has a tattoo of Jakes callsign and he’s carrying her to Jake’s front door like a damn bride. Her mouth is open and her head is thrown back and she’s passed out. Drunk as a skunk and totally unaware of how in love with her Jake Seresin really is.

“Holy shit what happened to her?” Jakes chuckling with a smile so bright it consumes his whole face. “You guys were going for a few drinks—“

“Yeah well.” Rooster shrugs as he carries Amilia past the threshold of Jakes front door. Amilia didn’t technically live there, but she was apart of the furniture enough that Jakes had become her home base. “Leave it to Oz to out drink the entire bar.”

Bradley doesn’t stay for much longer after he’d dropped Amilia on the lounge, he leaves her in Jakes capable hands.

“Okay superstar let’s get you into bed.” Jake sighed as he picks Amilia up. And Jake is ever the gentleman about it too. He lays Amilia down as gently as he can on her side of the bed they shared more often then not.

“I got a tattoo.” It barely comes out as an audible mumble but Jake hears it nevertheless as he wiped Amilias makeup from her face with a few makeup wipes. “Rooster said I wouldn’t so I had to.”

“What did you do miss Amilia?” Hake asks softly as he plants a kiss atop the love of his life’s head. “Where is this so called tattoo of yours?”

“Help me get undress and you’ll see—“ So Jake does exactly that. He fetches some sweats and a shirt of his for Amilia and gets to work. Carefully undressing the inebriated soul lying in his bed. As Jake strips Amilia of her jeans, he pauses when the fresh ink underneath a piece of glad wrap takes his breath away. “Oz you didn’t—“ He can’t believe it. “Is that my?” Before Jake can get the words out that he’s looking for Amilia has him overwhelmed even with her eyes closed.

“You’re forever my Flyboy.”

Jake can’t get it out of his mind. He thinks about it constantly for days after. All he wants to do is run his lips over the ink that’s embedded in Amilias hip. When he finds out who actually tattooed his girl though Jake nearly looses his mind.

“Listen here and listen good Garcia.” It’s almost threatening the way it comes out of Jakes mouth in the locker room. Rooster can’t help but to chuckle at the possessiveness oozing from his wingman. “That’s my girl you had your dirty little mits all over.”

“Should’ve heard the sounds coming out of her mouth when I did too.” Fanboy knows he fucked up the second Jakes eyes darken and Bradley is stepping between the two of them. “I’m sorry! Don’t hit me man! I was fucking kidding! She was getting a tattoo!”

“Jake walk away—“ Is all Rooster says. But that night the sex is possessive and it’s rough and it’s nasty because Amilia is Jake’s and Jake is Amilias.

#terms of endearment // jake seresin

[trippygalaxy]

Hello! Mind if I submit a request? Your Warriors one turned out so well!

As far as gift-giving for each of the chain goes, what kinds of things do you think they'd like to receive?

(Also--and you can totally say no to this--could I write shorts based off of yours answers? I'm genuinely curious as to what you'd think, and I've hit writers block currently for the requests I have in my own inbox 😓)

You're doing great, by the way!!

Courage and Gifts

OMG YES! Love this idea and you can totally write something based off this!!!

(Edit: HOLY SHIT! This took longer than expected! I struggled so much with Four and Legend so I'm sorry if those ones are out of character!)

Requests: Open!

Time

Joke Gifts!

Time has a secret appreciation for gag gifts but will NEVER admit it out loud unless he wants the boys to constantly give him walking canes or the medieval equivalent to Werther's Originals. But nevertheless, he does appreciate the gift/joke when he's out of sight.

Oh, please give him a pun book. His eye(s) will light up when he realizes what it is, but be prepared cause he isn't gonna shut up any time soon.

Ocarina

A new ocarina and new memories. He won't admit it but he chest does get tight at the sight of it, but his heart flutters in the same beat. He's gentle as he takes it into his hands, admiring the wooden instrument in it's construction. Now, he is more used to the 12 holed ocarina but isn't against learning how to use other kinds of ocarinas, magical or not.

Warriors

Bouquet of Flowers

Such a soft and beautiful gift will warm his heart! Being so used to the harsh memories of wars and death, the sight of the beautiful bouquet makes him stutter for a moment. It takes a second for him to register that this is for him. The delicate petals, the vibrant colours, they contrast the bloodied swords and shields. It's....nice.

Earrings

Warriors strikes me as someone who has a collection of earrings. Now, seeing as he is a Captain he can't carry such things around with him. It not because he's embarrassed or ashamed (quite the opposite actually), it's simply a safety hazard and would take up more room than necessary. So he keeps such things in his quarters back home, which means he has had the same simply earrings in for months.

So, its easy to say he got excited when he opened the small box he was handed and saw what was inside. He'll put them in immediately and practically prance around camp!

Twilight

Handmade Blankets

Twilight grew up in a small village, so gifts like this aren't unfamiliar! Most of his blankets back home were gifts to him, so being given a similar gift fills him with nostalgia! He melts even more if he was given the thick woven blanket because the gifter was concerned he gets cold. (Tbh he's probably a living furnace but it's still nice!)

Bandana

At first he's very confused at the gift but still appreciated it! It was a lovely green that went well with his armor and tunics. And as he tied it around his neck, it fit perfectly! It wasn't too tight or loose and it didn't bother his neck. As much as Twilight enjoys the gift he can't help but be confused...and a little suspicious.

He continued to fiddle with the bandana even when you made a hasty retreat. Suddenly, he fingertips ran across something that stuck off from the fabric. Twilight gives a light tug and pulls off the bandana to get a closer look only to find a tag. At a closer look he notices the brand on the tag.

It was a fucking dog brand bandana.

Sky

New Wood Carving Tools

A new set of carving tools would mean a lot to him! I'd like to think that he has two sets that he owns, a very well made set that is back at Skyloft and one decent set that he carries on him at all time. The ones on him have seen almost as much as he has, and have been chipped beyond repair. BUT to be gifted with brand new tools that beat any tools he had at home is truly baffling!

Plushie

Something soft, tiny and comfortable to sleep with?! SIGN HIM UP! The soft fabric, the cute aesthetic and thoughtfulness! He loves it and couldn't be more happy, and if you sewn it yourself? DOUBLE LOVE!! He doesn't care what the others have to say, he is holding that plushie to his chest every damn night! Bonus points if it is a loftwing and bonus bonus points if its red!

Wild

Recipe Book

A BOOK FILLED WITH NEW AND INTERESTING RECIPES?! How could he refuse such a brilliant gift! Now, as much as Wild loves cooking and experimenting with all sorts of food, he also loves learning about the culture surrounding these dishes! It is served with other specific dishes? Is it associated with certain events? How common is it? Or is it considered a cuisine! Bonus points if these foods are from your background! He has many questions.

Masks

Wild certainly has a large collection of masks, so large that it almost rivals the old man's! Almost. But he is always happy to add to his odd collection, especially if its more monster masks! He'll be more than happy to sit down and listen to you as you explain the origin of this mask! The more scary the better!

Legend

A Unique Item (Handmade items/gifts. I.e. art work, clothes, jewelry etc)

What do you get the man who -quite literally- has everything? Something one of a kind! Something that was made out of love and struggle (and maybe tears but who am I to say). Whether it's simply or complex gift he'll love it all the same. The fact you thought to make something from scratch just for him warms his heart. Even if he won't admit it!

Sea Shells

He's very very confused at first. He didn't mean to sound rude as he asked why you give him a sack of shells, but he was quick to regret his tone as you shrink back. But the reason you gave nearly brought him to tears.

You quietly said you've been collecting them for him, collecting them from everywhere the group has been. But as he continued to press, you admitted you wanted to gift him something to that when he left -when everyone left- he'd know that this was real. That everyone was real. And that he had friends from across time and space.

Four

Customized Hammer

Not only would Four love a new forging/blacksmithing hammer but on that customized for him?! He would be so giddy! Now, you may be asking, how is it a customized hammer? What makes it special?

The sides of the hammer are engraved with images! And these images look like a familiar small mouse creature~ They are subtle in their design and from an outsiders view, it'll look like some sort of logo!

Jeweled Bracelet

Something small but strong, either brought or made. Inlaid in the bracelet are four gems that sit side by side. Four gems of vibrant colours, each one representing each part of him. The inside of the bracelet -the part that rests again his skin- holds his initials. The metal is a harsh contrast to his warming skin, he really likes it.

Hyrule

New Flowers/Herbs

A hobby of Hyrule's is pressing flowers and herbs in his journal, which is filled with information about everything single plant found in it (based on this headcanon). Being given something to add to his collection brings him so much joy and excitement! Oh, how he can't wait to find out what interesting properties these plants might have! Bonus points if you gifted specific flowers to him cause they reminded you of him! Bit of a warning, he might get extremely flustered!

Compass

For a traveler, he tends to get lost quite a bit huh? He will be quite grateful for a compass to help whenever he steps off the trail! Though at first he is quite embarrassed and tries to say that, while he appreciates the gift he doesn't need a compass that bad! Hyrule accepts the gift after getting a stern look from some members *ahem* Time *ahem* of the group.

Wind

A Ship in a Bottle

A thoughtful gift that reminds him of home. When presented with the gift he has to contain the squeal of joy! (He fails but don't tell anyone) He turns the bottle over in his hands, trying to see every detail of the ship trapped inside. Bonus points if the ship itself resembles Tetra's boat. (A few tears might fall but that's a secret between you and him)

A Beaded Bracelet

It doesn't matter if it's hand made or store bought, he loves it with his whole heart! Whether the beads are crafted by the most talented craftsmen or by a simple tool, he admires every detail and every nick in the wood (intentional or not!). He can't help but smile as he slips it onto his wrist, it reminds him of the matching bracelets his little sister used to make for both of them.

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[annahxredaxted]

Sickly in love.

Pairs: Aaron/smartass

Tw: medicine I guess/ kinda angsty

Genre: fluff/sick comfort from our favorite asshole <3 (also ADHD comfort; or hyperactivity; call it what you will)

—————

“Here, tea. Drink it.” Aaron said, not bothering to elaborate further.

“Aaron I swear I’m- f-fi-Achoo!” They sneezed mid sentence, on Aaron no less

“Sorry.” They mumbled apologetically

“It’s- ew. It’s fine.” He muttered that line in-between

Smartass had a coughing fit for about 13 seconds straight, when they were done sounding like they were dying, they re-situated themselves on the couch, after they did, they sighed- dramatically no less

Aaron raised an eyebrow. Knowing their tricks; knowing they didn’t actually mean that sigh.

“What?” He asked arrogantly to his partner who was pulling all the strings, stuck in a constant facade.

“If only I had a handsome, sexy, boyfriend to cuddle with me..” they said dramatically draping a hand over their eyes

“If only.” He retorted; the immediate glare was enough for him, to put the tea cup down and slither around, wrapping around his ill partner.

“Mmm…,” they groaned adjusting themselves around him “,you feel nice..” they finally say, snuggling their head on his chest.

“Glad I could help.” He said, running his fingers through their hair.

~~~~~~~

“Elementary my dear Watson!”

The rather sleepy pair of lovers we’re currently cuddled up on the couch. The sound of the great adventures of Sherlock playing blissfully in the background, while Smartass was talking at a mile a minute about the most random shit.

————

“I’m just saying, I think blue cheese is underrated!” They said to their disgusted boyfriend

“I think the meds are getting to your brain.” He said making a weird face, absolutely horrified that they would even eat that, whilst rethinking every time he’d kissed them.

“Aaron!,” they whined “stop being mean to me!” They said groaning, which turned into a high pitched voice whine

“I’m not. Your just being plain nasty.” He said putting his hand over their mouth playfully to shut them up.

“Stopppppp” they said muffled under his big hand

“Not until you stop taking about the most random shit every two milliseconds.” He said wryly

“I am not! Plus it’s not like your even paying attention to the goddam movie!” They exclaimed making hand gestures at the television screen

“I would if you wouldn’t be a goddamn nuisance all the fucking time, Goddamit your annoying.” He said glaring at the tv, avoiding eye contact.

With that noted they shut up, kinda upset he called them that, knowing he was half kidding. Half not so much.

His eyes burst open realizing he’d snapped again, knowing they weren’t gonna say anything, knowing they took that as a sign to shut the fuck up and stop annoying him. And he fuckin hated how he was the only person in the god damn world who could shut them up. He hated it.

He slowly moved his eyes to look at them, not moving his head. Just eyes. Fearing their sadness and anger, probably frustration..

“Sorry.” He muttered.

“S’ okay.” They muttered back

He was working on it okay? His bitchyness he was working on it, he knew being a complete and total asshole wasn’t a desirable trait in a guy. And he really shouldn’t behave like that to his partner, the love of his life, who was sick no less.But nevertheless he was working on it.

At least that was what he was telling himself..

-

And they knew they pushed his buttons to hard. They’d yelled; it was playful but they still got out of hand, got too excited and had been hyper; they’d gotten so caught up in being sick, that maybe they’d forgotten to take their meds. Maybe they were just forgetful in general. But it’s not like they were trying to; They really didn’t want to be this way but they really couldn’t help it, they’ve done a lot to improve but nobody was perfect

‘Especially not me.’

They mused to themselves quietly, looking at the Movie with slightly more focus than last time, trying not to annoy him any more then they knew they already had.

—-

It had been 23 minutes since he’d done that and they’d stopped talking, they’d stopped having playful conversations, they stopped joking about cheese and movies and actually shut up.

Aaron tried to play it off as ‘Maybe their just too tired to argue. Maybe their sleepy. Ya that’s it, their sleepy.’

But they were wide awake. Occasionally chuckling at the screen.eyes widening when a intense scene came on. Making a goofy face anytime someone said something stupid.

Aaron loved their reactions to certain movies. Sherlock especially. But his heart was still pounding with thought of how he should actually apologize. Not some crappy obligatory ‘sorry’ but like actually

7 minutes went by as he thought out what he was gonna say. 7 whole minutes of smartass feeling horrible about the way they were. 7 minutes of Aaron’s remorse pounding in his heart to his stomach.

“S- uh, babe?” He said slowly turning his head to them.

“Yeah?” They said retaliating, a slight pout on their face.

“I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have, called you a nuisance, and annoying, your not annoying I was just annoyed. I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He said as if it were a question, his entire face filled with apologetic expressions

Smartass felt an overwhelming sensation of happiness, that maybe he wasn’t all that mad at them. They smiled a big toothy grin and his heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest.

“I forgive you, it’s okay really I get it. Thanks for being patient with me, sometimes.” They said holding their hands out for a hug.

He quickly hugged them, burying his face into the crook of their neck, leaving a light kiss there.

“I love you..” he whispered into their ear.

“I la-la Achoo!,” they sniffled “,love you too.”

“Ew..” he said wiping his cheek off.

“Opps, Sorry.” They said with an apologetic smile

———-

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[raccoonfallsharder]

✩࿐࿔ take a damn bath [new 11/20]

smut-free | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 1,375.

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. ࿔ reminder one: eat somethin'. ࿔ reminder two: go to frickin' bed already. ࿔ reminder three: get outta bed & get your shit done.࿔ reminder four: take a damn bath. [new 11/20] for @hibataao3 ♡ ࿔ reminder five: leave your frickin skin alone [est 11/27] ࿔ did you take your meds today ࿔ drink some damn water

the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

look sometimes you just gotta take a minute to relax. do whatever you need to do to slow your breathing & your racing brain. luckily for you, rocket's here to help. dedicated to @hibataao3, the most perfect, iridescent, lavender-scented little bubble to ever grace the air.

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume 3, but headcanon however you want ♡

“Can I help you?” you ask mildly, not tearing your eyes away from your current task. There are so many things that still need to be done today – plus you haven’t even hit your doomscrolling quota yet. Nevertheless, you can feel Rocket leaning against the frame of the tambour door leading from the Knowhere streets and into the cantina, thumbs hooked in his pockets and one knee bent while he studies you. “You can barely help yourself, kid,” he drawls lazily, and you raise an eyebrow and stick your tongue out at him without glancing up. He clucks in mock disappointment. “Frickin’ childish,” he adds.  “I’ve got a lot to do,” you tell him pleasantly, “so if you could kindly fu–” “Watch your language,” he interrupts snarkily. “...ya fuckin’ brat.” You snort in spite of yourself and finally look up, giving him the attention you know he so desperately craves.  “What is it, dude?” He tilts his head, studying you. “When was the last time you took a frickin’ bath?” he asks after a moment.

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[huipinkhair]

Hey, Loser - Lee Hoe Taek/Hui x Reader

Word Count - 2.1k

Genre - Rivals to lovers, Hui being Hui, two musicians that wanna be THE musician idk

Synopsis - In the bustling halls of Cube University, two students stood as stark contrasts to one another, destined to be forever entangled in a web of fierce competition and heated rivalry. As the charming overachiever, Lee Hoe Taek clashed with the quiet classmate who always matched his grades, Y/N, their paths continually intersected in a clash of creativity, spirit, and conflicting emotions. Yet, beneath the surface of their animosity, an electric current of undeniable attraction pulsed, threatening to unravel the walls they had built around their hearts. Amidst the chaos of their shared ambition, these college rivals would soon discover that the thin line dividing love and hate had never been more tantalizingly blurred.

Your eyes can't break away from the email you received from your professor. He had sent out the pairings for the full-year assignment for your music production course, worth 40% of your final grade, and your partner was the one person in class you hate the most.

Lee Hoe Taek.

You frantically type back a response, asking to have a different partner, making up a million excuses as to why you need to have anyone else other than him. You begin reading through the assignment, trying not to smash your head on your keyboard.

'Produce a 12 song album with songs of varying styles. No outside sources (vocals, live instruments, samples). One song to be finished at the end of each month, submitted to me to use as a progress tracker.'

For. Fucks. Sake.

As your teacher responds saying theres no way to switch, you bury your head in your hands, greiving for all the time youre going to have to spend with HIM.

Hoe Taek has been a thorn in your side since you started at this University. He was always one step ahead of you in class, even last year when he got a band from his old high school to perform his song live at their years prom, record it, and submit it for an assignment based around audience reaction. Whereas you just had a recording of your group of friends reacting to your song sat around your computer.

But while he could show off in popularity, your grades always battled intensely. Even when you both got an A, Hoe Taek would always check the exact point total, just to see who 'won', as he claims. You never cared for such pointless competition, but the way he acted to smug with you just burned a fire within you.

You snap out of your rage-filled trance to a knock on your dorm room door. As you pull it open, you're greeted with your dorm-neighbour and best friend, Yuto Adachi. You smile at him weakly.

"Hey," you mumble, leaning your head against the door and looking down with a sigh.

"Hey, woah.. you okay?" He responds, immediately worried by your demeanour. He bends down to meet your eyes jokingly, trying to gauge your mood.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. What's up?" You force a smile again, not wanting him to be concerned.

"Me and a couple others are going for a grocery run, do you want to come? Or do you want me to pick you up anything?" You look around your room for your phone.

"Uh, yeah, I'll send you twenty bucks, I need more pasta, and um... shit what do I need..." you trail off, trying to visualise your shelf in the fridge.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll have a look before we go, I'll text you, okay?" He says with a huffed laugh, still showing worry about what has you so frazzled. Nevertheless, he leaves you to your own devices.

~~~

The next day, before your first class of the year, you arrived early, beginning to plan for your year long project, by yourself. As you're typing away, your headphones suddenly get pulled off your head, falling to rest around your neck. You huff, knowing what's about to happen.

"Hey, loser," Hoe Taek greets, planting himself in the seat next to you. You groan and put your headphones back on your ears.

"Leave me alone, asshole," you say, going back to typing. This time he just moves one of your headphone cuffs off, placing it behind your ear.

"Don't be like that~ it'll be a long year if this is how we're going to be~" he coos, getting his own stuff out of his bag.

"Oh, don't you worry, I'm planning on killing myself very soon so you can stay away from me," you say with an innocent smile. He rolls his eyes, as he begins typing on his own laptop.

"Don't talk like that, Y/N," he says seriously, "you'd miss me far too much, hm?" He diverts back into his teasing. You hold back a laugh.

"You wish, dumbass."

~~~

Hoe Taek, or Hui, as he asked you to call him while you were working together, was setting himself up in the recording booth. You had both finished composing the music for your first song, and writing the lyrics, so all that was left was to record.

"I'll start now, okayyy?~" He calls out on the mic, you respond with a quick "yes", and begin recording, starting the backing track.

As much as he annoys you, bothers you, embarrasses you, and makes you feel like shit, his voice is beautiful. You end up staring at him through the recording room camera as he sings, resting your head on your hand.

"Yo, Y/N!" you hear from behind you, snapping you out of your trance, you spin around in your chair to see Yuto, leaning in the doorway, smirking at you.

"What are you doing~?" he singsongs, looking between you and the camera feed.

"Nothing," you say spinning back around, "I'll play it again, okay?" You say through the mic to Hui, he puts a thumbs up to the camera and you set him off again. Yuto walks over to you on the desk, bracing his arms on the back of your chair, leaning over your head.

"So you're doing okay with all this, then? If you're looking at him with such heart eyes." Your eyes go wide, looking up at him from your chair.

"What the fuck do you mean?! EW." Yuto looks down at you, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, yeah? So you're saying you hate that man singing that love song right now?" He gestures to the camera feed, and you glance over to see Hui smiling genuinely as his voice fills your ears.

Yuto moves and sits on your desk, hands resting next to his thighs.

“No, look, telling myself that I hate him is the only way I can ground myself, because I know if I admit I’ve fallen for them, then I will only hurt myself. I know he would never like me like that, he's hated me since the day we both started here.” You didn't want to admit that, since you've felt some form of attraction to Hui ever since you met, but you're convinced he only sees you as an obstacle, so you've pushed your feelings far enough down that he could never tell.

“So, you’re going to continue to pretend to hate him, even though, deep down, you know that’s the opposite of what you really feel?” Yuto questions, not moving from his spot on your desk. You simply nod.

"And then you'll come back to the dorms every day and ramble on about him for ages?" he continues, as if he's trying to egg you on.

"I do not!"

"Do so."

“He's the biggest fucking asshole known to mankind, so why the hell would I ever let his stupid face and stupid smile and stupid laugh and stupid everything consume my brain on a daily basis?” You spit, then go wide eyed, realising what you said. You cover your mouth, not expecting your feelings to re-emerge like that. Yuto simply smiles and hops down from your desk, kissing the crown of your head before leaving, calling out that he's ordering pizza to your dorms tonight. Shaking your head to return focus, you begin editing Hui's recording.

"I'll play it back for you, okay?" You say, your voice ever so slightly softer than before. Hui smiles and nods, listening intently to his own voice. He nods along with the beat, as do you.

As the incomplete song wraps up, Hui claps a couple times before taking off the headphones. "Your turn, loser." He says through the mic, heading out of the booth.

~~~

You're hanging out at the campus baseball field, working on your assignment while Yuto's practising with his team. You and Hui had finished 4 songs already, one month ahead of your professors guide. You were beginning to compose your fifth, looking through the concept notes you had both talked about. You hear a cheer come from the field and look down to see one of Yuto's team mates running after the baseball, looking at the base plate to see Yuto holding a bat. You smile to yourself, proud of your best friend. Looking back down to your laptop, you listen through what you have so far. Your eyebrows furrow, and you can't tell if you like it or not. You end up texting Hui the file -

"Hey, I can't tell if I like this, what do u think"

"where are u? I'll come work on it w u"

"bball field"

"coming loser xo"

You feel your heart flutter, and lightly slap your cheeks, as if you were telling yourself off. You clear your throat as you continue trying to work on the song.

After about 15 minutes, while you were engrossed in working, your headphones get pushed off your head once again, telling you Hui was here.

"Hey, loser." You both say in unison, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Aww, do I say that too much?" He teases, sitting down next to you. You unplug you headphones, shoving them in your bag.

"Yes. Yes, you fucking do." You sigh out, shoving your laptop onto his thighs. You rest your head on your hand and watch the baseball practise as Hui listens to what you've worked on.

"Can I change some stuff?" He asks, and you just wave him off with a "yeah, whatever". You see him looking at you from the corner of your eye, as he pushes your laptop screen down a bit.

"Y/N, what's going on?" you look over at him, and he genuinely looks upset.

"Hm? Nothing, just frustrated, with the song." You mumble, looking back towards your friend on the field. Hui looks down at your laptop, then back at you.

"You really hate doing this with me, don't you.." He almost whispers, and you can't tell if he was actually asking you, so you don't answer. He stays quiet, working on your laptop while you watch Yuto.

"How's your high school band friends?" You ask, growing more uncomfortable in the silence.

"Oh? They're good, you remember them?" He asks, surprised.

"How could I forget the video that showed me up for that assignment last year?" You laugh half-heartedly, twiddling your thumbs. The typing stops.

"Hey~ I didn't do that.." He whines, looking at you again. You face him too.

"Course you did, you have done for every assignment, because for some reason you despise me being just as good at this course as you." You say bluntly. His lips ever so faintly curl into a smile.

"Did my stupid face and stupid smile and stupid laugh and stupid everything make you think I hate you?" He smirks, looking back down at the laptop to avoid your eyes. Your eyebrows furrow, not clocking on to what he meant.

Until you remember.

"How, how did you?"

"I heard it all on the microphone feed that day we were recording the first song."

"But I wasn't pressing... the button..." your eyes drift down to the field.

You motherfucker, Yuto.

Hui gives you your laptop back, pressing play for you to listen through what he had changed.

As the song finishes playing, Hui tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks flush red straight away. You glance over to him and he's looking out at the field.

"Just because we're rivals, Y/N, doesn't mean I don't like you. You challenge me the way no one else can. I actually, really do like you," he rubs the back of his neck, "hearing you tell Yuto about your feelings made me realise I have been harsher on you than I meant." He admits, leaning back on the stalls.

You're frozen, stunned. Did he? Just confess to you? No, no surely not. No way.

You feel a hand hold your chin, and turn you to face him. Your faces are inches apart.

"Stop overthinking, Y/N. I like you, okay?" He smiles, looking down at your lips. You're breathing shakily, and you nod ever so slightly. He sighs in relief and places his lips on yours. His hands hold your cheeks gently, as if he's worried anything could hurt you. It's short, it's sweet. He pulls away, pushing another strand of hair out of your face.

"Hey, here's an idea. When we graduate, lets produce songs together, for real." He suggests, smiling brightly. You return said smile.

"I'd like that. Let's finish this very important assignment before we go planning stuff like that, huh?"

"Whatever, loser." He teases, pushing your shoulder gently. You laugh softly.

After a year of working hard, you both get given an A+ for your album you both decided to title "Losers", a special set at your university's showcase,

and a beautiful, loving relationship.

#huipinkhair #Hui x Reader #Pentagon #PTG #Pentagon Hui x Reader #Hey Loser #Pentagon Hui #Hui

[666writingcafe]

Satan

General Content Warning: nsfw of the smut variety

Specific Content Tags: marking, oral sex (blowjob)

Author's Note: the actual smut occurs under the line of three ۞, so if you want to read until that point and then dip, that's totally fine. I will try to do this for each of the brothers so that the people that don't want to engage with smut can still have some content to engage with, if they so choose.

I'm going to kill Mammon. This is perhaps the most foolish thing he has ever done.

Yeah, let's put a whole bottle of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup in the soup. You know, for fun. Let's see how that turns out for everyone. I know that Mammon doesn't study nearly as much as I do, but I would have thought surely that one of his friends might have mentioned something in passing.

As it turns out, he either has some shitty friends, or he didn't listen to their warnings.

When I felt my temperature begin to rise at the dining table, I quickly excused myself and rushed to my room before my brothers could see me become a mess. Currently, I'm sitting on my bed with a book in my hands. This would be a normal scene to anyone passing by, but what they wouldn't know is that this particular book is one of many erotic texts that I have in my possession.

What can I say? I've always been able to visualize whatever I'm reading.

Except this time, my book isn't helping me. There's something preventing me from allowing the words to truly soak in. Gentle knocking forces me to look up from the pages.

"Hi," MC states quietly.

"Hello," I reply, my voice sounding unusually hollow. I don't know whether to give MC my full attention or to hide behind my book. The truth is, my feelings towards the human have grown stronger in their absence, and I don't want to scare them away by doing something untoward to them.

"I would ask you how you were doing, but under the circumstances, that would be a silly question." Shit. Do they know what's going on?

"What do you mean?" My hand grips tighter around the book as MC walks over to the foot of my bed.

"Don't play dumb." The next thing I know, the book's snatched out of my hand, and MC snaps it shut before setting it on a nearby table. "You ate the soup, didn't you?"

"How was I supposed to know that there was Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup in there?" Their accusatory tone sets me on edge. Are they going to punish me for something I had no idea was going to happen?

"You weren't. Nevertheless, it's in your system, so I'm here to help you overcome the effects." My chest tightens as my heart begins beating faster.

"How?" Now my voice sounds croaky. MC smiles wickedly.

"We're going to play a little game. I already made my move when I took your book away. Now it's your turn." I have no idea what's going through their head right now, but I do know that if I don't follow along, then I might be feeling this way for a very long time. So, I get off my bed and face MC.

"Good," they say. And so it begins.

۞۞۞

MC takes off their shirt, and so I take off mine. They take a few steps towards me, and I walk until our feet are touching. They reach up and touch the side of my face, and I lean in and kiss them. Our arms wrap around each other as the kiss becomes more passionate.

It may just be me, but I feel like MC's gotten a lot less shy in the time we've been apart. First, they prank us by stealing our stuff, and now this.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I dislike this side of MC. It's quite enjoyable, actually. We never got this physical the last time.

Suddenly, I feel my back hit something rather hard. MC breaks the kiss, and I realize that they pushed me against a rather large pile of books. Their wicked grin returns as they ask me what my next move is.

"I...I don't know," I whisper. "One false move, and we'll send the whole thing tumbling to the ground. The cleanup will be a nightmare."

"That's why you need to stay still." The next thing I know, their mouth latches onto my neck and begins nipping and sucking at it. Their hands roam around my body as they slowly move downward, leaving marks all over me.

As much as I would love to reciprocate, they used the power of the pact to ensure that I don't move.

MC's hands grasps both sides of my waist and looks up at me. The innocent look on their face irritates me, for they know exactly what they're doing to me. In a way, though, it's rather endearing.

"May I?" they ask. I can only manage to nod my head. I can't believe this is happening.

MC undoes my jeans and pushes them down, followed by my underwear.

Normally, I don't care what people think about that part of my body. It's just a vessel that's necessary for sex. It doesn't really matter what it looks like; it just needs to get the job done.

However, the delighted look in MC's eyes followed by the approving "beautiful" makes me feel...something. Nice? Warm and fuzzy? Prideful?

MC doesn't give me much opportunity to think about it before they start playing with the tip with their tongue and moving a hand up and down the shaft. Before long, their mouth also begins moving up and down, and low moans fill the room. My low moans.

Have I received blowjobs before? Yes. Usually, though, their purpose is transactional. Someone always get something in return, whether it's test answers, tickets to an exclusive event, or ingredients for a complicated potion. In any case, I normally just go through the motions without any real emotional attachment to it or the person doing it.

But this...this is different. This feels genuine. No wonder Asmo enjoys them so much.

The release is something that I've not felt before. A lot of pent-up anger gets washed away and replaced with a blissful calm. I feel myself smiling as MC pulls everything back up, and once I help them up, I give them a hug.

"Thank you," I whisper.

#obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me mc

[aprillikesthings]

I've been reading a book that's a fictionalized account of a year in the life of a serf woman in the middle ages. There's no real plot in a traditional sense, it's more like a "slice of life" kind of thing? The main point is to teach you about the daily life of an average person.

The author doesn't say when in the middle ages it's supposed to be taking place. It's definitely somewhere in England, but while some of the characters' names imply post-Norman invasion (which was 1066), the way things are portrayed implies a couple hundred years before that. I could quibble with the accuracy of some of it--soap was commonly used starting in the 800's; also they totally had linen before that!, why are they amazed and confused by seeing a piece of it; also England was Christian but people still engaged in a lot of folk religion and you don't see much of it in the book, if any.

But on the whole it's a very empathetic way of looking into the past.

It's a stressful read sometimes!! Which I suppose is part of the point. The POV character, Marion, has two living children. She had a toddler son die, and a 12-year-old daughter die, and three other infants that died; and that was not in any way unusual for that time period.

Life is just incredibly precarious: A cottage burns down because of a child's innocent mistake. A healthy adult man dies from a wood splinter wound getting infected. Marion spends all day spinning wool (the village's major trade good--she's required to give a certain amount of it to the lord every year) and a day's spinning is destroyed by accident by her toddler and she's understandably upset.

(Every spun on a drop spindle or seen someone else do it? That shit is SLOW even when done by someone with a lot of practice. And you have to spin SO MUCH to make any clothing!)

Making sure they have enough to eat takes up the vast majority of everyone's time and back-breaking labor, and a spell of bad weather could cause the whole village to starve. Marion is constantly checking on the peas in her garden, and wondering is her goat still giving milk? How many eggs did the hens lay? (how many does she still owe to her lord?) Have mice or mold gotten into her flour? And that's on top of making sour milk/cheese, and bread, and deciding when to slaughter the pigs, and making sure every last bit of those pigs is used for something or safely preserved for later. A tremendous portion of every day is just growing, preparing, and preserving food; by herself or with other villagers.

The lord and lady of the hall are fascinating, because while yes they "own" a few dozen people (because they own the land they live on, really; the serfs belong to the land, legally speaking) and pay/hire freemen, they're not idle rich people. The lady of the hall is constantly making decisions and is hardly above doing physical labor herself, including making bread and ale. The lord and lady clearly take their role seriously and are trying to make good decisions that keep the entire village fed and clothed and housed, including caring for widows and orphans. Nevertheless, they do have a higher standard of living than any of their serfs, and still have an inordinate amount of power over their lives; including deciding who can marry, and they mete out punishment when they feel it's necessary.

They just own so, so little. Marion has two wool dresses, and for most of the year she's wearing both. She has one pair of shoes, which she only wears in the winter. When the lord comes back from trading their wool thread for (among other things) a year's supply of salt and a few new iron pots, the lady of the hall has to figure out who, out of many families, needs a new pot; most families only have one. Marion's husband is the village carpenter and he knows exactly how many nails he owns, and saves bent ones for the visit from the tinker who straightens them out.

ANYWAY. Tl;dr: It's an absorbing book, and every time I put it down and am yanked back into the current day, I just think: holy shit. I am so comfortable, all of the time. And I have SO MUCH STUFF.

My life is so, so easy.

#my posts #omg there's so much more i could say about this book #the family relationships are so interesting #marion is genuinely fond of her husband for instance #when another villager's husband dies she is just as grief-stricken as any of us would be #being constantly faced with the possibility of death did not make any of them mourn their loved ones any less #I always think about that when I think about 'pre-modern' people: #that whenever we read about them we have to remember that all of them have suffered through immense grief over and over #death and pain were never this distant thing they were always near #things that would be no big deal to us regularly killed and disabled them and hunger was a constant threat

[bklynmusicnerd]

I'm currently fighting a battle against going full "Bah Humbug" to this holiday season, but nevertheless we are going to get into these latest GH Petty Politics results!

This is going to be a long roundup because I did more polls than usual because I weirdly felt bad about how boring these last few weeks of GH have been.

Considering the present state of the show is actually pretty dire thanks to a deeply misguided EP, let's start off with what moratorium you all think GH needs more? The results were actually not close at all as 70.8% of you said:

Violet's random ass song aside, the consensus is clear. The majority are sick of 90% of the dialogue revolving around how the only thing that matters in this world is having babies. Imagine that 😒. To quote my mom, "The songs only last a couple of minutes, those babies take forever to disappear!"

29.2% of you, though, do think all the corny singing is becoming a problem. You signed up for a soap, not Glee.

And along those lines, when asked what you find edgier and more exciting during this holiday season, 84.2% of you said Hallmark Christmas movies officially have more buzz than anything happening on GH right now.

I don't watch Hallmark, so I have no way of verifying this. I made it an option cause I was feeling snarky after that terrible Friday ep, but I suspect this is the truth. From what I'm told, the heroines on those Hallmark movies do sometimes get to discuss things other than babies or when they'll have them, so that's something.

Onto the poll that surprisingly got the most buzz: What do you think of Curtis' ableist Christmas miracle paralysis reversal?

43.2% of you agreed that it is a lazy and offensive conclusion to a poorly done disability story, and that's because it is! Curtis' paralysis was played as a cheap ploy to get quick sympathy for him and in the process promoted the idea that all the lives of the disabled amount to is what they can't do.

Anyways, here's an article on why the "miracle cure" trope is offensive as shit and gross to write in 2023:

38.5% of you could give a shit about Curtis or his terrible storyline and just want to know where Trina's real father, Taggert is? A question that likely won't be answered until next year (but keep hope alive 🥲)

19.2% of you are in an optimistic mood and are open to this story at least having the upside of a potential testing fiasco which clears Trina of these Ashford charges once and for all (again...keep hope alive 🥲).

And a total of 0% of you are happy for Curtis to receive his miracle cure, and honestly...I've never felt prouder looking at a result. There's something really beautiful about us all coming together in the name of having no time for Curtis, I'm tearing up as I type this.

Moving onto the latest Kraze (😉) in GH pairings. I really wanted to know what you guys thought of Kristina and Blaze moving forward at the same time as this surrogacy plot that will not die.

50% of you said that you were too devastated by another pairing already being dragged down by the baby agenda, to put yourself in Blaze's shoes. As a Trina fan, believe me, I get it, and my heart goes out to you guys. The wlw delegation deserved better than this smh

29.2% of you said you would absolutely stay romantically interested in Kristina through her surrogacy story if you were Blaze. Which regardless of how realistic, is actually very sweet and probably exactly what GH will have Blaze do because baby agenda always wins out 😒.

20.8% of you said you'd probably have to dip if you were Blaze cause that's way too much way too soon and I have to say I'm inclined to agree with you guys. I can't imagine starting a relationship with someone who's about to carry a baby but I guess we're going to see what that looks like 🤷🏿‍♀️.

Speaking of "fuck them kids", a certain demon spawn was finally shown the door this week and I wanted your thoughts on Trina's status as a potential accidental homewrecker, and whether or not you gave a shit that Spencer's domestic era is over.

On the Trina homewrecking front:

47.8% of you said, yes, our girl technically qualifies as the cutest accidental homewrecker ever and you think she's a hero for demolishing the Jerry Springer household by simply choosing herself.

39.1% of you think Trina's homewrecking status is irrelevant because Laura's home was simply a training ground for the real home Spencer is already planning in his head with Trina.

And 13% of you, like my mom, think I play too much and that Trina is not a homewrecker and there's nothing funny about the suggestion! And to that I say: 😛

As for Spencer's domestic mourning period (🤢), I'm proud to report that the majority of you (57.9%) have no time for the fake sympathy for Spencer. You can be honest and admit that this story was bad, you're happy this form of it is over and you're hopeful that he can burn the diaper bags and return to dark princedom once again.

26.3% of you do feel bad for Spencer but uh, not enough to mourn this baby nonsense with him.

And 15.8% of you are actually going to miss Spencer the Manny. I can't really relate to such an emotion, but I admire the bravery of being open about your bad taste in storylines.

Setting crybaby Spencer to the side, let's talk about the real Cassadine youth doing real Cassadine things, Charlotte!

In true Cassadine form, Charlotte has the people divided. 34.8% of you agree with Valentin and are proud of Charlotte for her mess. But 34.8% of you also aren't sure about anything except that Anna should have slapped Valentin again (I agree). 30.4% of you are not down with Charlotte's shenanigans and think Valentin is nuts for being this passive.

The people are thoroughly split on Miss Charlotte Cassadine, which means she's doing wonderfully 😘.

Bringing crybaby Spencer back to the front again because it's time to discuss our favorite new pill popper on the canvas, Adam!

I really wanted to know if people were as into the Adam and Spencer friendship idea as @anyathefandom and I and I'm pleased to report the results are hilarious:

54.5% of you think we are nuts for trying to play friendship matchmaker with Spencer and a guy who's about to OD on pills and you know what, that's fair! Maybe our priorities seem a little odd as this kid tweaks about test scores! But we all know the powers of nepotism will save him from anything fatal, so I think some of you need to ease up on the judgment!

36.4% of you are here for the Spencer/Adam friendship idea. You're ready for Spencer to move on from Cali Cam and get a friend that's actually in the same town as him. You also recognize that it's either this or a forced Spencer and Dex friendship, and the lesser evil is pretty obvious here.

9.1% of you have no faith in Spencer's socialization skills and think it's a waste of time to hope he'll get a new friend. You think Spencer will never outgrow his "no new friends" phase, and you might just be right. Depressing but right.

And to save the funniest result for last. No, seriously, I saw this result and immediately lost it.

When asked what do you think will happen first, Adam OD'ing or Dex finally getting a real personality besides sex robot, 100% of you said Adam's inevitable OD is coming before Dex's personality. Because the only thing you guys have less faith in than Spencer's socialization skills, is Dex's character development.

I wanted to save that result for last because that's actually our first unanimous GH Petty Politics result and I love that it was as funny as it was disrespectful ❤️.

And so concludes another round of GH Petty Politics. Once again, you guys are hilarious and your participation is always appreciated!

#general hospital #rest is going under a cut because of course it is #trina robinson #spencer cassadine #kristina corinthos davis #dex heller #curtis ashford (loser) #marcus taggert #anna devane #valentin cassadine #charlotte cassadine #adam wright #first time i ever guffawed looking at some of these results 🤭 #honestly had more fun doing this than watching gh this week negl

[pudgecuddles]

Rich boy Namjoon goes to a furniture store run by Taehyung looking for a new armchair since he outgrew his last one.

Namjoon huffed and puffed as he waddled into the air conditioned store, Kim’s Furnishings. You see, he needed a new arm chair as he had broken his old one just the day before.

He wouldn’t really bother to do this himself, if he wasn’t so picky about the types of furniture he liked. For example, his current sofa is just too hard to get up and off of. He needs something sturdy, stylish and convenient.

“Hello! Welcome in!” A silky, baritone voice called out to him. “Oh dear, let me get you a bottle of water, I knew it was too hot out today.”

It really wasn’t. It was only 75 degrees out. Namjoon was just unused to walking nowadays.

Nevertheless, Namjoon looked up at his savior and gratefully replied, “Uhm, if you have a coke instead, I’ll take that.”

The other man, probably his age or younger, agreed. “I’ve got plain, zero or diet.”

Namjoon blushed, “Plain please. Or cherry if you have it. I’ll pay!”

“No need! Not for a customer.” His name tag said ‘Kim Taehyung’. “Right this way!”

Oh jeez, more walking. At least this time he was out of the sun. The store seemed pretty empty too, so there were no judging eyes to watch him waddle around.

Here you go! Taehyung handed over a sixteen ounce bottle of coke. “I got one with a screw top so you can carry it around the store without worrying about spill-”

-UUUUUURRRRRP!-

Namjoon had already opened and chugged the bottle down before Taehyung even finished talking.

“Ahh, that hit the spot. Thank you, Taehyung.” Namjoon handed back the empty bottle to the owner.

“O-Of course,” Taehyung said. “Lets get you to our showing rooms then. What are you looking for today?”

“A new armchair. Preferably one with a cup holder and made out of anything other than leather, that shit sticks to my skin.” Namjoon shuddered.

“Okay then, any styles you prefer? Modern? Traditional?”

“Modern please, that would fit with the rest of my décor.”

“Perfect, follow me. Our armchair collection is right this way.” Taehyung stopped dead in front of the stairs leading up to the second floor of the showroom. He took a moment to look up and down at Namjoon’s obese body. “Uhm, will you need assistance with the stairs? We have an elevator if you’d prefer to use that.”

Elevators were Namjoon’s greatest fear. He was terrified that he’d step into one one day and break it. That he’d grown too big to take them.

“I-I’ll take the stairs.” It was only about thirteen steps in total, kind of on the low side for the average stair case. This would be fine! “Here we go!”

Lifting even one flabby leg onto the first step made Namjoon want to just turn around and give up. The second step made him want to die. Oh god, he was going to be a panting, sweaty mess by the end of this wasn’t he?

Regardless, he continued. One foot in front of the other, bulging belly slapping against his thick thighs. Soon enough, sweat began pouring down his face, darkening the fabric around his neck and pits. His hands, clenching the railing grew clammy too.

Heaving great breathes, with one final step Namjoon had beaten the stairs.

Taehyung watched on, as his newest client struggled and sweated his way up to the second level, taking solid minutes where as it took him seconds to climb to the top.

“Would you like to sit down?” Taehyung called out hesitantly, not wanting to offend his customer.

“Y-Yes please…” Namjoon wheezed. This was the most exercise he’d had in years, his residence being only one floor.

“Ah!” Taehyung lead him only a few more feet until he was in front of a lovely black denim armchair. “Here, you can take a seat and see how you like this one.”

Namjoon looked up already loving the design of the chair. It would go well with his home décor for sure. “Sure… Just… Gimme a second.” He turned around carefully so that his huge ass faced the armchair, and tried to gracefully lower himself onto the seat.

Predictably, his leg muscles gave out and he slammed his ass onto the cushion.

The thing creaked ominously for a few seconds before quieting down.

Success!

Unfortunately, Namjoon and Taehyung realized at the same time, the chair was way too small for him.

Namjoon’s belly flab overflowed the armrests and his rear was securely wedged into the seat. It was going to take more than just Namjoon to get him off of the chair.

Face bright red, Namjoon coughed lightly to grab Taehyung’s attention. “Ugh, I think I’ll need some help. Uhm, standing back up again. I’m a little stuck.”

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to flush red. Oh god this was the best and worst thing to ever happen to him. This man was awakening things in him that he never knew existed while simultaneously dooming him to forever jerk off to these unfortunate moments. He was totally going to hell.

“Of course! I’ll help you, lemme just…” Taehyung hesitated before reaching out to grab Namjoon’s fat hands. God his fingers were like sausages. “”Here, on three you try to stand and I’ll pull.”

One

Two

Three!

Taehyung had to utilize every muscle in his body to even attempt to lift the behemoth of a man in front of him. Namjoon was just so, fucking, heavy.

Namjoon on the other hand had to rediscover muscles he was pretty sure withered away years ago in order to heave himself up off of the stuck chair.

It took them in total, four tries to get poor Namjoon out of the chair. Both men were ridiculously red in the face, Namjoon from the effort and embarrassment and Taehyung from effort and arousal.

“Maybe not this one then…” Taehyung laughed awkwardly. “Maybe we should look at the armchair loveseat hybrids we sell here. They’re certainly wider than this tiny thing.” That tiny thing was the widest armchair they had in stock…

Namjoon was too out of breath to say anything, so he just nodded gratefully. Sweat dripped down his back and pooled in his crack.

“Would, would you like some help?” Taehyung took a risk and offered his arm to Namjoon. God this was weird, he was being so weird.

Namjoon grabbed Taehyung’s arm without hesitation though. “Thank you.” He panted.

This was the most exercise he'd gotten in ages. All he wanted was a damn chair!

“Okay then, let me show you the hybrids.”

Taehyung lead a very sweaty Namjoon about five yards away to see the hybrid chairs. Every swaying step of the obese young man brushed the side of his overhang against Taehyung’s own side. The feel of soft subcutaneous fat was glorious against his own body… Namjoon’s large jiggly breasts were at mouth height for Taehyung. He could very easily just lean and place his lips over-

“Are these it?” Namjoon asked suddenly, breaking Taehyung out of his titty trance.

“Ah! Yes! Yes, these are it.” Taehyung yelped. He tore himself away from Namjoon in order to go rush over to a particular chair. “Why don’t you try this one? It’s not leather and it has two cup holders, just how you wanted.”

Namjoon waddled his way on over to the chair and yet again, practically fell onto it.

-CRACK!-

The love seat armchair hybrid’s legs snapped, causing the entire chair to sink down significantly. Namjoon yelped as he felt himself lower to the floor than he felt comfortable being. Given that he couldn't remember the last time he lifted himself from the ground solo.

“I am so sorry!” Taehyung gasped as he ran over to Namjoon grabbing his hands and attempting to yank him up. “I f-forgot that his particular chair has a lower weight limit than the others.” That was a lie, it was the average limit of 400 pounds. That must mean that Namjoon was solidly over-

“I-It’s fine.” Namjoon stammered, shocked by the sudden fall. “I just need, uhm, help getting back up.”

He tried rocking himself to his feet, which was how he stood up from all his surfaces, but failed to get off of the chair. With Taehyung’s help though they managed to get Namjoon to a squatting position on the floor and then with a great heave from Taehyung and a weak push from Namjoon, they got him standing again.

God, having all that fat all over his front felt like paradise to Taehyung. He thought this all very guiltily feeling like he was taking advantage of his client. Ugh, he was such a terrible person.

“Again, I am so sorry about that.” Taehyung bowed. “I-I have others with a higher weight limit. I-If you just, uhm, over here…”

Namjoon took a deep breath and tried to shrug off his embarrassment. Besides, judging by the tent in Taehyung’s pants he saw when on the ground, it didn’t seem like Taehyung was disgusted by him…

“What other chairs do you have?”

There was only one left, one that tested okay at a limit of 750 pounds. Taehyung helped Namjoon over to it. Hopefully he wasn’t over 750 pounds…

A small part of Taehyung delighted at the thought of Namjoon breaking this one too. Bad Taehyung! Bad!

Namjoon fell back onto the newest chair with a groan, he wasn’t used to carrying his weight around for longer than 5 minutes at a time… All this shopping was so much work!

-Creeeeeaaaaaak…-

They both held their breath, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did!

Namjoon relaxed into the well fitting, non-collapsed chair. It was cozy and had cup holders like the last. Perfect for fitting his sodas and shakes into.

Taehyung’s shoulders dropped and he sighed in relief. If this chair didn’t work out, he didn’t have back up…

“This one actually also has a charging port for your phone.” He piped up, watching Namjoon’s fat sway as he got comfortable.

“I love that.” Namjoon smiled at Taehyung. “I think I’ll take it.”

Taehyung groaned internally. Thank god.

Time seemed to swim by as Taehyung helped Namjoon back down the stairs, to the register and then out the door.

“Thank you again for coming, we hope that you found everything you needed while at Kim’s Furnishings!” Taehyung said. “H-Here’s my card in case you have any issues with the delivery or wanted to inquire about further furniture.”

“Sweet.” Namjoon sighed, glad that this whole thing was over with. Well, there was one good thing that came out of all of this. “I’ll call you when I outgrow this chair too.”

The fucker winked at Taehyung.

Caught.

“There’s my car.” Namjoon pointed over to a large accessibility vehicle. “My driver’s waiting. I’ll see you later.”

“Later…” Taehyung mumbled as he watched Namjoon waddle away, back fat jiggling, ass swaying.

End.

#pudgeprojects #bts feederism #oh boy #i did it lol #have fun #kinda sloppy work #but I did it fast lol

[bluephoenixdruidicprincess]

Thoughts from CRC1 Ep 33

Vax gives Vex his elven cloak because he had a bad feeling their current state of affairs was going to go bad so he wanted Vex to be safe in some way. And I love this, I live for the twins moments. We don't get nearly enough of them as we should.

The Jenga safeword re-emergence, and Vax at least is getting better about using it! This time he used it BEFORE he went head-first in to danger.

Percy admonishing Vax about charging in to save Cassandra alone when he could've waited for the rest of the group to get there so they could all go in together. But Percy ends with nevertheless thanking Vax once again for taking the risk. I just like the group just telling Vax that he doesn't need to go at things alone and that they do care about him and they don't take for granted the risks he takes for them.

Cassandra being adamant about going back to her room to get her armor, Percy just trying to be protective older brother and failing and Keyleth coming up being all "You have a sister!" and now Percy begrudgingly responds with, "Gods, I do." I love how that paralelled from the last episode to the conversation Vax and Percy had. Last episode he was so excited upon the realization he has a sister and now he's just exasperated with the fact he has a sister. Anyone who has siblings can relate, we love our siblings but maybe we don't at the same time.

I love how Scanlan's "shit-scrying" is actually being applicable within the storylines of this game.

You know, I THINK there's something I'm missing when talking about this episode. OH WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY BE??!!

7. Well duh, THE KISS of course!!! I'm a huge Vaxleth shipper, I would NEVER forget something as monumental as this! Obviously, I came into this fandom from watching TLOVM, so I did know this was coming, I just wasn't sure on the context and when it would occur of it would hit the same as it did in the show (at least the confession side of things, the kiss doesn't actually happen in the show sadly). And honestly, it kind of hits even better here than in the show. Probably because they're not fighting for their lives at the moment so everyone can just take a breath and truly reflect on what just happened and it was amazing and wonderful. Vax almost died and he's just dealing with all this adrenaline from the danger he was in and he realizes that he really could die at any moment and he just cannot let another second go by without telling Keyleth how he feels, if he doesn't say it right in that moment he may never get the chance. And it was great.

8. And of course, Keyleth reacting in her typical awkwardness, burns a 4th level spell slot healing Vax because she's just so flabbergasted at what just happened. This totally awesome, suave, cool guy just told her he loved her, that HE loved HER. She's in so much shock.

But yes, such a good episode. It was difficult trying to focus on work because I was enamored with watching this episode.

#critical role #critical role campaign 1 #tlovm #vaxleth #vaxildan #keyleth #scanlan #percy de rolo

[sinkableruby]

re-reading nozomi golem makes me tear up (musubimonogatari spoilers of course !!)

seeing ougis growth is so nice... the first time reading it i didn't get it so much and i was worried ougi was stuck in a position they might not be able to escape from, but thinking about it in the context of their identity it's actually a really hopeful and nice character arc progression. as araragi says, shes evolved drastically

ougi has grown almost fully separate from araragi. they are still the same person, still mirrors of each other, but growing further apart (again as araragi realizes). and ougi is now "untouchable," even by gaen, so basically they are totally safe now! don't have to worry about any pesky darkness... they get to live... and that's just so nice to see :')

and it strikes me as really hopeful because before this point, we've only really seen ougi doing ougi things as the 'darkness' of other people. looking at this from an identity standpoint, this kinda sucks for like, having a self, bc if you're someone's darkness or other side you're their shadow, you're them. so its kinda antithetical to having your own personal identity. of course i dont think ougi really cares about this as they are more concerned with having a purpose and having meaning to their actions and existence. but nevertheless in nozomi golem the situation is different. ougi is now currently attached to the school itself, rather than any one particular person. rather than being someone's reflection, they've gained their own concept. "being useful to you is my purpose in life, araragi-senpai, or rather it was," as she says. she's grown past him and can actually just straight up move on from him and do her own shit.

that just feels so hopeful to me, that she doesnt have to be tied down to him forever. she can get her own life too... turns out all she needed was a little bit of time

#hehe #ah it makes me tear up everytime i think about it #its like yeah ;-; yeah..... #musubimonogatari #monogatari #naka dont look #spoilers #monogatari spoilers #ava dont look #araragi koyomi #oshino ougi #ougiposting