#will I ever get tired of drawing them singing and dancing? who knows

[nouverx]

Posting those wips in case I never finish them ~

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #alastor #radiorose #qpr radiorose #sketch #digital art #autodesk sketchbook #I havent drawn radiorose in a long time damn that feels good #I love them probably as much as they love each other #will I ever get tired of drawing them singing and dancing? who knows #also seriously please stop dming me to ask me if it's platonic radiorose or not I legit dont care #art is supposed to be experienced if it's romantic for you then its romantic if its not then its not

[bluejutdae]

you prolly already know who it is but im requesting a little for whenever you feel up to it lovely <3 with either felix or seungmin maybe, hard thought or blurb or whatever. just. a lil something of them being a bit jealous and getting touchy/riled up? hehe

I know I said I don’t take request and I don’t but this is no simple request, this is for my sweet moot, and I do make the rules here, so 😌

Drawing you in my dreams (Close to you - KSM) | Seungmin x you

warnings: nsfw

Best friend Seungmin who spends most of his free time with you, watching movies, going out shopping or buying you dinner. Who insists you’re not going to pay, who stomps like an annoyed puppy when you tried anyway.

Best friend Seungmin who starts to hide you wallet just before you go out, so you can’t pay even when you try to. The first time you think you’re just distracted, the second time you start to worry. On what's probably the 10th time, you catch him dropping you wallet on your couch and you don’t have it in you to confront him cause he’s so damn much endearing.

Best friend Seungmin who insists on being your plus one on a family member wedding you don’t want to go to, who casually slips his arms around your waist and drags you closer to him whenever someone comes to talk to you. Who dotes on you and who is uncharacteristically sweet anytime an older relative jabs at you for not being married yet, who compliments at you and looks at you like you hang the moon. What a fantastic actor, uh?

He’s a terrible actor, he can’t act for shit. He thinks he’s being way too much obvious and tries to reign it in but it’s impossible, it’s like a dam broke and now all he was keeping barricaded has no chance but to flow out.

Best friend Seungmin who insists on giving you a piggy ride from the car to your apartment, 'cause your feet must hurt and 'cause you must be tired and 'cause it’s fun.

He’s terrified by the thought of letting you go. He wants today to never stop, he wants his arm to be draped over you everyday of his life.

Best friend Seungmin who lets you convince him to being dragged on the dance floor, a drink too much on the bloodstream, air too stuffy and hot. Who thinks you look a bit too much sexy in your clothes and with a thin layer of sweat clinging to your neck and upper chest.

Best friend Seungmin who takes a step back to watch you dance, lost in the music, beautiful as always. You body calling to him like a siren call.

He’s lost at sea, swinging side by side in a sea of bodies, moving like the tide is dragging him, but it doesn’t matter to him. Not then you’re his siren, calling to him. And what was that about sirens and singing to men, calling them to certain death? If that’s what death looks like, he’s going down head first. Heart first.

Best friend Seungmin who freezes instantly when a pair of stranger hands places themselves on your hips, the body of another man getting close (too close) to you. Who watches as words are said into your ear, the music loud but the pumping of his blood louder in his ears. A cold shiver down his spine, hands fisted tight.

Best friend Seungmin who closes the distance between you two and puts his hands on the strangers’, grabs them and pries them away from your skin. Best friend Seungmin who stares down at him, the coldest stare you’ve ever seen him give to someone and your breath hitches.

He can accept you paying for lunch, he can get over the fact that you never seem to realize his hyungs often make fun of him for being so smitten for you, but he’s not gonna stand and let someone touch you right on front of him.

Best friend Seungmin who, as soon as the other guy leaves, softly grabs your chin between two fingers and looks into your eyes, intense and serious, with a small frown between his eyebrows. Best friend Seungmin who shakes his head and puts his forehead on yours, who would like to scream but he only manages to say “don’t do this to me”.

Best friend Seungmin who stays still when you put your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the short hair on his neck, a little damp from sweat. Who’s ready to hear you say you’re just friend and want nothing more.

Best friend Seungmin who feels fireworks in his chest when you kiss him, his rapid heartbeats like celebratory drums, strong and constant.

This is what he has wanted since he met you: your lips on his, your permission to call you ‘his’. He already does that in his mind, but he wants to do that out loud, too. To call you ‘his’ in front of friends and families. He has wanted and wanted and wanted so much, now that he’s finally kissing you he can’t really believe it.

Best friend Seungmin who kisses you like a starving man but in a second he’s pulling away, pupils blown back and spit slick lips. And again he says “don’t do this to me”. What he can’t say is: don’t kiss me if it doesn’t mean something to you, too. Don’t make me fall even deeper for you if you’re gonna rip my heart from my chest just after. Don’t make me hope even more. Don’t break my heart. Don’t wrap your fingers behind my neck, don’t drag me down onto your lips if you’re not gonna want to do that for the rest of your life.

Best friend Seungmin who grabs your hand and almost drags you out of the bar, into the cold night, not a word spoken, and pushes you into a corner alley, pushes you on the cold wall and, again, puts his forehead on yours.

“Don’t kiss me if you don’t mean it.”

Best friend Seungmin whose heart threatens to jump out of his chest when you tell him you mean it, that you want him just like he wants you, that you want more, more, more, so much more…

Best friend Seungmin who looks at you with determination and call you ‘his’, out loud this time: the first time but not the last.

Boyfriend Seungmin who holds your hand like it’s made of glass, like it’s made of diamond, delicate but strong at the same time; who calls a taxi and gives your address, who cradles your face in his free hand and looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature in the whole universe, kisses your eyelids, your cheeks, your chin and your nose, your temple, your forehead, your lips. Soft little kisses to imprint his love into your skin.

Boyfriend Seungmin who undresses you slowly, kissing every inch of skin he’s uncovering, a starving man in front of a buffet, kisses and little bites and kitten licks all over your body; hands roaming, his heart beating fast and strong, celebrating. If he has to put his face in the crook of your neck for a moment, to hide his slightly wet eyes and take a deep breath, then that’s between him and god. But maybe breathing so close to where your scent is so strong wasn’t the best idea to collect himself.

Boyfriend Seungmin who’s so hard for you, and he shows it by grinding his hips against yours. He undresses fast and he’s on you not even a second later.

Boyfriend Seungmin who shakes his head and laughs quietly when you insist he doesn’t have to eat you out. “And deprive myself from something I’ve dreamt for years?”. Who places a kiss on your hip bone. “Something I’ve imagined countless times?” Who places a kiss on one of your knees, another kiss on the other knee, and pries your legs open, watches where you’re wet for him. “Something I’ve touched myself to just the thought of?”. Who looks at you, laid open there, for him to devour, and finally gets his mouth on you, moaning the moment his tongue touches your wet folds. Who wraps his big hand around your thighs, his strong hands leaving imprints on your skin and you revels in it, in the idea of being marked by your boyfriend, and he keeps eating you out, tongue and lips and then his fingers too, pushing and pulling and sucking and licking and it’s so perfect, so good you can only scream his name over and over again while you cum.

Boyfriend Seungmin who raises his head only when you grab his hair and push his face away from where you’re too sensitive, too raw to let him keep going, so he winks at you (he winks, and for a moment you think he’s a madman), and then he licks his lips, uses his thumb to gather more of the wetness around his mouth and pops it into his mouth and he moans at the taste of you, like he wasn’t buried in your sweet cunt just three seconds ago (you’re convinced he’s a madman).

Boyfriend Seungmin who covers you with his body and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on your tongue, and can’t help it but grab a handful of your tits and play with them, enthralled by the way they jiggle under his hand. Curious on how it’d feel under his tongue, he laps at your nipple and latches into it, using his teeth carefully, just to hear your breath hitch and all the other sweet noises you make.

Boyfriend Seungmin who pushes inside you and for a moment -an infinite moment- time stops, the world stops spinning on its axis and start spinning the other way.

This is the reason wars are fought, this is the reason wars are won. This moment here, finally being able to be one with the one you love, with the other half of your soul, this moment right here is the best thing he’s ever felt. But that’s too much to say, so he just mutters a quiet

“You feel so good, taking me so well. Like you were made for me”.

Boyfriend Seungmin who fucks you like his life depends on it, focused on making you feel good, on feeling good himself, on enjoying this moment. Who repeats ‘mine, mine, all mine, just mine, only mine’ over and over again and again and again because in this moment, too much is not enough. You’re his and he’s yours, and he tells you that, shows you that. Bites down to leave the imprint of his teeth and sucks on the skin, drawing blood and then soothing the pain with his tongue, kitten licks and soft kisses almost like an apology.

Boyfriend Seungmin who holds you close to him, your head under his chin, his hands cradling the back of your head and his lips on your temple, leaving kisses and words of love.

Boyfriend Seungmin who whispers how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how happy you make him, how he’s never letting you go, how he’s gonna marry you, have a family with you because he knows, he might be young and maybe he doesn’t know everything about the world, about love maybe even, but he knows this: you’re the love of his life, and he has no intention of ever letting you go.

(Husband Seungmin, years later, who holds your hand and watches, happy, the ring on your finger shining under the sun, the material, public symbol of your love. He loves to look at it, but he loves the private symbols even more: the home you share, your bed filled with laughter and happy memories, the kitchen table where you have breakfast together most mornings, where you laugh and share food, the wall filled with photos of you and him, always together, always happy, always in love… )

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #bluejutdae #skz #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #Thiana writes Seungmin #bluejutdae asks: Seungmin

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Skz when their partner can't sleep

i couldn't sleep when i thought of this so

i can't sleep~

teeth rotting fluff,not proof read yet

Bangchan

He probably wouldn't be able to sleep either,and most of stays sleep schedules are wrecked so he would do a live with you.He would go on Channie's room and do whatever.Comments like"Why aren't you guys asleep?","Go back to bed" would fly through."I don't know what you guys are talking about,its 1 in the afternoon.You know time zones?"but stay know thats its 2 am where you are so your attempt on manipulating them failed

Minho

You guys would rate children's drawings,yk those tiktoks where the teacher rates their students drawings.Thats you guys but you're not teachers."Who is that supposed to be?" "Barney","Then why does it look like grimace if took he meth".You guys would probably receive noise complaints for how loud you'll be laughing,but they would laugh just as loud if they saw these drawings

Changbin

Watch rip-off movies,have you guys seen that video where benoftheweek was watching rip-off movies.Yes.Instead Ratatouille your watching ratatoing,instead of the bee movie you're watching plan b."This animation is giving me nightmares","This is torture".Changbin couldn't stop laughing at the names of the movies,"Who wrote this"he would be in tears

Hyunjin

This one is more wholesome than the previous,i feel like he would read poems to you,even better read HIS poems to you,they would be the cutest things ever😭😭,i think he would also make you some tea,massage your head whilst reading the poems.(I need a fanfic on this NOW),he would have such a soothing voice reading them and then scream in your ear(jk...maybe),he wants you to get your 8 hours even though that might mean that he can't

Han

He would eat midnight snacks with you,even though it's not midnight he'll still have snacks.You would try new foods,"This taste likes bbamba's foot","How do you know how his foot taste like?","..." ,you would go late night shopping at those 24/7 stores,han would be scared if its 3am,"why are you so scared","have you not seen those do not watch at 3am videos?"You would just laugh at him,he's such a child

Felix

As we know Felix,is a tiktok king.He would post tiktoks with you,you would explore so many trends and do almost all of them.You would also have a debate why the tiktoks should go on his account or your account,"I deserve this tiktok","No i do".You would do funny tiktoks,dance tiktoks etc.a lot of them would go in the drafts and you would also have a debate on which you should post,"I look like a rat in this tiktok.","Exactly"

Seungmin

This is also one of the wholesome ones,I feel like he would sing you to sleep.His soft gentle voice singing you melodies AHDSUDGDEIURRH that's too cute 😭,he would try to calm you down make you tired because who doesn't want to sleep.Especially with his vocals the song could be rock and he would somehow make it sound soft,he would sing your favourite songs and if you don't say a skz song he would add one in there

Jeongin

He would do skincare with you,you have a bunch of products so it would be quite time consuming."What does this do?","Something".You would take pictures with face masks on because it's a vibe.You would also go online shopping for more products,"Buy the rose jelly one ","No" he would add it to your cart when your not looking,when it arrives and you ask him about he would pretend not to know anything about it

#hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #felix x reader #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz x y/n #han x reader #jeongin x reader #seungmin x reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff #skz x you

[patheticbabie]

The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader

The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader (fem reader)

A/N: I was listening to the feels by twice while writing this, so this is very self indulgent for me to write this. Yep I got carried away writing this, from 2am - 3am. But I had fun, cause I’ve had thots about Dick Grayson for two nights in a  row now. Anyways enjoy 💙

Warnings: best friends who are idiots, friends to eventual lovers, they did this whole thing backwards, smut 18+, NO MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS, dirty talk, grinding, fingering, recording intimate acts, nipple play plus nipple piercings, oral (f receiving), caught in the act. Wow okay I think that’s all the warnings.

It’s finally the weekend, and it was the rare occurrence that everyone was at the Manor, to hang out or do their own thing. Dick had asked his best friend if she wanted to come along with him, and seeing as her weekend was free she thought why not.

“YOU CHEATED! You can’t do that, you can't gang up on me and put down +4’s.” Dick scoffed and pointed at Jason, Tim and his best friend with a scowl.

“House rules Dickiebird, so go on pick up the cards” Jason grinned

Everyone’s competitive streak comes out, with arguments about their stupid house rules, and ganging up on one another. The only players left were Jason and Dick. Both players glared at each other. They’re both down to one card, and Dick picked up a card and hid his grin.

Jason grumbling about how he didn’t have the correct colour was forced to draw a card. Dick laughing to himself, slammed the +4 into the pile. 

“Hey littlewing….uno bitch” 

***

Feeling bored hanging around downstairs, Dick made his way up to his old bedroom, and played something from his playlist, whilst going about tidying little bits and pieces.

She made her way upstairs, getting close to his bedroom, his bluetooth speakers blasting a familiar kpop song, by both of their favourite girl group.

“You have stolen my heart oh yeah, never let it go oh oh, no never let it go oh oh oh” she heard him sing loudly, and watched from the door as he did the choreo in front of his full length mirror without a care in the world.

Making her way into his room, she giggled seeing him and came closer to him and grabbed his hand with a smile and teasingly said the lyrics “you got my attention, so what’s your intention? Tell me baby, what’s the deal?’

He pulled her close to his chest, with a smirk and twinkle in his eyes as they danced lost in a world with just them. His finger gently pushed a stray hair behind her ear, as she watched him with a dreamy look. “Did you enjoy the little show? I do think I could be twices’ 10th member.”

Laughing softly, she loved hearing his little random thoughts. “Hm.. maybe, but there is that one problem, they’re a girl group and you’re a guy. Although I would love to see you perform TT or fancy, that would be amazing to watch.”

Pulling away from her, he laid down on his bed and patted the spot beside him. Laying next to him, he gathered her in his arms and played with her hair. The silence was comfortable, as both of their thoughts were filled with each other.

“Hey bunny, you heard they’re coming here for a concert?” she hummed as her answer

“Do you wanna go together, like…as in a date night thing?” he didn’t know he was holding his breath waiting for an answer.

Sitting up slightly, she looked down at him trying to hide her ever growing smitten smile. He had a sense of panic, it’s only been 10 seconds since he asked her out, but it felt like time was slow, “Bunn-” he didn’t finish the sentence as he suddenly felt a pair of soft lips pressed upon him. Holding her closer to him, his hand tangled in her hair, as they kissed. 

Pulling away slightly from his addictive lips, she whispered, “to quote twice; I got the feels for you. And yes to the date.”

He grinned, “a woman who knows the ways to my heart.” pulling her on top of him, so she was straddling, he didn’t think he could ever be tired of the view in front of him.

She laughed softly and winked at him, before leaning down to connect their lips. His hands roamed her body, as she moved her hips against his ever growing boner, moaning softly into the kiss as Dick softly pulled on her bottom lip. Her hands tugging on his shirt, he reluctantly pulled away from her lips to remove it and throw it on his bedroom floor.

Biting her lips as her eyes followed the hard lines of his body, watching him subtly flex. Unaware of the needy whimper that escaped her throat, and the slight grind of her hips on his cock. He chuckled softly

“Baby, I love how needy you are.” his smug smile got wider as he made sure to grind up against her hard, for her to feel his desire for her.

Tapping her thighs, he asked her to remove her shorts. Not ever being one to deny him of anything, she quickly removed her shorts, throwing it on the ground next to his shirt. Settling back down onto his lap to grind against his cock, she pouted “Why am I the only one in my underwear? Dick you’re such a perv.”

“Because I love this view, wait can I take a photo? I promise it’ll be for my eyes only.” With a nod, he reached to grab his phone, opening the camera, and grinned at the position they’re in. Her on top of him, her hands underneath her shirt and cupping her tits, wearing a blue thong which coincidentally was his nightwing suit colour. Tilting her head to the side with an innocent smile, She lifted her shirt and rested it on her collarbones, allowing him to see the matching lace bra. He smirked, and snapped multiple photos of her. 

“Hm..you know how they say videos are sometimes better? I have an idea, is that okay with you Dick? You know something for your spankbang when you’re away.

Groping her ass before giving it a smack, he smirked at her yelp “Of course bunny. I’ll hold the phone, and you do whatever you’re comfortable with.:

Phone focused on her body, lowering the cups of her bra, he growled seeing her nipple piercings. He had an inkling but never asked her about it. Now in front of him licking his lips as he watched through his phone as she played with her nipples. 

“Are they sensitive?”

“Hm…extra since my nipples have always been sensitive.” her voice airy as she moved the metal bar on her right nipple. Her free hand tilted his head up to watch her, and her smile was mischievous. 

“Do you wanna see what it’s like to suck on them? You know for curiosity's sake, and even better, I’ll record you doing it. What do you think babe?”

“Fuck yes” he handed her his phone, as she pressed record and a gasp escaped from her as his lips latched onto one nipple, as his tongue swirled around the metal bar. His hands are busy cupping and squeezing her tits, his fingers working on rolling her right nipple. Kisses made their way to her right nipple, as he gently sucked on the nipple making her moan loudly. The view she had from his phone was making her lose her mind. Stopping the recording, she threw his phone on the bed, before tugging on his hair and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Need you, please. I want you” she panted in between breaths as his lips made their way down her neck. His fingers made their way to where she wanted him most. Fingers rubbing her pussy through her blue lace underwear, he felt how wet she was.

“Yeah baby? I can feel how wet you are. I’ll give you anything you want.” He growled against her neck as he bit hard enough to leave a mark. Sliding her panties to the side, his fingers ran through her lips, feeling how drenched she was. Slipping his fingers in her cunt, he cursed at the delicious feel of her velvety walls squeezing his fingers. 

He glanced down seeing how her pussy easily sucked his fingers in with how wet she was for him. Thumb rubbing her clit, he groaned addicted to watching his fingers becoming wetter with her desire. “Fuck baby, look down and see how your greedy cunt easily takes my fingers.” looking down she whimpered seeing his fingers work in and out of her cunt with a steady pace. 

“Looks so hot right princess? The way your cunt squeezes my fingers, not wanting to let go. And the sounds this pretty pussy makes? I’m addicted to it, I should make your moans and the pretty sounds your pussy makes my alarm.

“Dickie…can I record this pretty please?” she didn’t have to ask since she knew his answer, as she grabbed his phone, already having the camera ready to record. 

Removing her off his lap, he laid her down on the pillows, spreading her legs. He groaned seeing how wet she was. Looking up at her, he winked at her flustered face “let’s make that recording better, I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal.” 

With a nod, she pointed his phone down towards him, his hands holding her thighs apart, he knew how wet she was, but he couldn’t help himself as he spat on her pussy, and she gasped, behind his phone. Not wasting time, his tongue licked a long strip from her cunt to her clit, fingers gently working in and out of her. Lips sucking on her clit, she felt him making moves with his tongue as if he was spelling something. He was though, spelling his name on her clit, she whimpered as her hand tried to steady as it focused on him.

Moving away from her clit, to press kisses down to her opening, his eyes trained on the camera, giving a wink, finding her entrance his tongue replaced his fingers, and she let out a loud moan feeling his tongue in her pussy.

Her free hand rolling her nipple and playing with the metal bar, feeling weak watching him between her legs. Not knowing where to look, through his phone's camera, or watch the real thing. His groans wracking her body, he couldn’t get enough of how sweet her pussy tasted. 

Pulling away slightly, he panted to catch his breath, he looked at her flushed face and laughed softly, “your pussy is so sweet, so fucking tasty, gonna spend all my days eating your cunt out.”

“I-I won’t complain, getting eaten out everyday sounds like a dream” she whispered breathlessly

His lips wrapped around her clit before moving down, as his tongue entered her cunt. Using the zoom on his camera, she focused on how Dick was tongue fucking her as his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. Feeling her pussy tighten around his tongue, she panted and moaned his name loudly, knowing she was close.

“P-please. Fuck I’m so close.”

Groaning against her cunt, he worked his tongue as fast as he could, as his fingers worked on her clit in the same rhythm. Hearing her scream his name loudly, he felt her squirt on him. Groaning, he worked his tongue lazily against her pussy, groaning as he felt her squirt again.

Unaware of how loud her scream was, and unaware of someone standing by the doorway having witnessed Dick eating his best friend's pussy and making her squirt and her holding Dick’s phone towards the scene and recording everything? might be the hottest thing he’s witnessed.

Subtly adjusting his jeans, he awkwardly cleared his throat. Both heads snapped towards the door. Both of them quickly tried to cover up with the bed covers. “Jay…how long were you there for?” Dick asked breathless, chin shining and dripping with your essence.

“um…I guess…long enough to see you make her squirt twice. And you asked her to record it? Fuck that’s hot. Anyways, I came because I heard a scream so I wanted to see if things were okay, and I can see things are more than okay.” He smirked at both of them

“Hey princess, ask Dick to send me that video if you’re okay with it.” Winking at her flushed face, and he laughed as Dick threw a pillow at him telling him to get out and close the door.

Pulling her into his arms, both breathless from what had happened. “You know he was right, that video is the hottest thing on my phone…well until we fuck and I record us, with your consent of course bunny.”

“Hm…that sounds like fun. A close up of your cock going in and out of my pussy…sounds like a great movie night.” she grabbed his hand and placed it onto her wet pussy, sighing as he ran his fingers lightly through her.

“But not till after our date, because I”ve been looking forward to this concert.”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #dick grayson smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson #candice writes #nightwing

[kisekisreblogspage]

Rainbow friends Head cannons!! 1/3

This is just a head cannon abaut them not beeing the murders machines we all know and love, more like them beeing goofy/silly creatures

Red plays 90's (girlish) music whenever he is cleaning, and he sings and dances."the loudest the music, the hardest i cleans". When he does that he either starts Early in the morning (like a latinian household lol) or in the afthernoon (when everyting gets nasty again)

Everytime this happens Green is the frist one to hear it "A LITTLE BIT OF MONIKA IN MY LIFE-" and Red's voice pretendig to be a singer, and he always goes like "curse you red!... CURSE YOU!"

I like to think that Green is the kind of guy that sleeps the whole day and wakes up tired. Like he had a terrible night cycle, or had a wild party or did a lot of things in the day, but he just loves sleeping, it is not because of deprecion, it is because he is a very sleepy guy.

If you knew him, you'd be jealous of him (even my self) because he is the kind of guy who does NOTHING the whole day and sleeps like he has done a whole day of military training. But the hardest thing he done is walk, eating, playing with Blue or Orange atend Red's checkouts or just beeing silly (ya' know, the basics, treat human kind with nuclear weapons, or pretend that he is some african Prince who needs money)

Also, Green wuld love cotagecore stuff, not becuase of the looks but becuase of the scents! And the comfynes! You know, the smell of freshly backed goods and bread and meals, the confort of many pillows and blankets, the feeling the scents of plants surounding you, the touch of grass, him not able to see but still beeing one with nature while wearing comfortable retro clothes. Idk how to portray him other ways but GREEN BELONGS TO COTTAGECORE AND COTTAGECORE BELONGS TO GREEN! Change my mind

Now, speaking abaut Orange. He has something that i like to think abaut sometimes. His eyes...

You see, his eyes are canonicly just a line, unfocused, but in the drawing of him across the game, his eyes are not a line, but a circle, focused. I have this headcannon that he can dilatate his eyes on purpose sometimes. From just a line, to a big ol'-blak-hole like eyes, and he does this in order to look cute and archive what he wants, the only 2 persons who does not fall for this are Green (because, Blind) and Red, he does not buy this.

He and Puple are besties, they are both have a good relationship, they are kind of Sibling like, if Orange has some dumb aa shit going on, there is Purple over there suporting his shit!

You can hear him ranting abaut how he tinks the word works like and you will be like "tf? Is this guy living in dereality?" And Purple be like "Oh yes yes you have quite a point" and Orange will be like "I KNOW!"

I like to thin that he is the rizzler in the gang, i can see him apearing in a corner in some "handsome" like pose and move his eyebrow and go like "heya" while trying to rizz you up in the rizzles vibes ever imagined and doing some faces. And then treating you like a friend lol. Yea this is Orange for me, some Sassy silly Rizzles little guy who makes fun of manny and hates when the karma hits back and goes like "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!?!?" A drama lizard. He is not a Jerk, he is just a dumbass.

Also, i think that he will mostly joke abaut Red beeing ugly because he thinks that is funny, but he does not belive that Red's ugly, he just like to annoy him

Now if you ask

"Hey Red, is purple a girl or a boy?"

"Its purple"

"Yea but it is a girl or a boy?"

"Its purple"

"But is PURPLE a GIRL or a BOY"

"Its purple"

"A puple girl? Or a purple boy?"

"Its puple"

"You are not gonna tell me aren't you?"

" i told you!"

"Then what it is???"

"Puple"

Its Purple time fellas! Purple belives that the outside world is cyberpunk now, because thats what has been promised for the 2000's to be, poor little Purple.

I like to think that Purple walks araund everywere anytime purple whants, but just choses not to, because Purple belives that socializing is useless and rather be as far away from everyone. But fear not, Purple has get over that phase (thanks to Green) now Purple only walks araund only when Purple feels like so, but still not wanting to talk to strangers, they make Purple unconforfable and overwelmed, so if you are going to try to make friends with Purple, make sure to not overwelm them, go slow and secure, make them know that you are no harm, talk to them, be nice, don't make loud noices, eventually Purple will be interested in you, and you will found out that Purple's very curios and kind of energetic (in a short period of time) and will be a very good friend only to persons who deserves Purple's friendship, and then you will become Purple's favorite Person

I can tell that Purple likes to Wonder araund in a box, like, they just found a box from the deceased person that they just kill the ground and go like "Oh... this is supose to help them hide... i see" and now it is Purple who hide in these boxes, neat right? They think that this is like Red wearing suits. I can also see Purple finding old/abandoned clothes and wearing them, pretending it is some fashion thing. Finding crappy shoes especially, and goes like "yea, this shoes are designer" and the shoes in question are fake jordans. Lol.

Now, lets talk abaut our favorite King. Our beloved Baby, Blue in my headcannons is some kind of funny gentelman, playing roleplays, doll house, making his kingdom out of cardboard taking Green to dance, like he sees Green feeling down and he goes like "NOT ON MY WHATCH!!" And takes Green and hugs him and make him dance with his long as arms untill he starts laugting. They have a very 'favorite cousin' vibe.

To me, Blue is the kind of guy that will give you the best of advises and will tell you those things like he knows way too personaly abaut of why is he saying so, and then give you a pat in the back. You can be talking abaut your most embarasing and childish of hyperfixations one moment and then talking abaut life and your fears in the other moment, like he were your grandpa, or your dad!

"Did someone Hurt you? Friend? Oh... i see... don't worry, i'll make then know that hurting others is bad! Oh don't worry! I wont do anything bad to them! I'll... Just... make them know that they shuldn't Hurt oters for fun..."

"If you are going to Hurt someone there's better ve a reason... like... Hunger... like for now.... 'I' am hungry..."

Yea, he is not going to let that slide.

Start runing

Blue is just like the kidn of charactwr that is neat and cool with everyone! You know! Hiding a deep trauma and dark past and beeing misterious aswell. This is a super cool character to work with to me, it culd be either a murder or a mashmellow, or both at the same time! You can get crazy!

"Yea... he was my frist friend... i don't remember why he is no longer with me... i Wonder if i have been bad or something... but Red tells me that he just gone... but were?"

"Don't you get these gaps in your memories?... like what happened here? Why is this place so ruined? It use to be a happy place! Why is all so abandoned?"

"Don't tell Red... but... i have been feeling a little of Deja-bu some times... it feels like i have seen you before, and i have done everyting that i have done to meet you over and over again... do you understand?"

"Red says that he also has some deja-bu.. thank God i am not alone in this... are you ok annyways?"

Yes, i belive that he will get Deja-bu eventualy in a way. And then freak out abaut this bur then keep it cool at the end. Yea... this remknds me to sans.

Oh well this is just the part one, probably put more abaut the rest

See y'all latter

#rainbow friends #rainbow friends roblox #rainbow friends red #orange rainbow friends #rainbow friends green #blue rainbow friends #rainbow friends purple

[nightcourtreader]

Hi<3 hru?

can I rant with you a little? I feel like you're the most reasonable person in this fandom (and this platform) haha or maybe we share same opinion idk but:

I am so tired of seeing this fandom painting Feyre be bad at everything... her talent in painting? "not very good she didn't have a teacher or anything" (mind you I'm an artist and self-taught). her being a high lady? "she can't even do her job she a bad ruler" her being equal to Rhys and powerful as fuck? "Nesta is way more powerful than her" her being beautiful in Rhys' eyes? "no everyone say Elain is more beautiful than all of them" Feyre being a mother? "oh she will be a bad mom and can't raise her child" to the point I've ppl saying Eris (ERIS OF ALL PEOPLE) who apparently had 6 brothers and knows better than Feyre how to calm a baby and we all know both Feyre and Rhys won't let him get near him at any scenario. or how there's fanfic where Gwyn is the one telling Feyre how to pull it together and calming Nyx and Rhys just sits there and agrees with her... it's funny how ppl want to show Feyre as a incapable mother so some ppl like Eris and Gwyn should come and save the day.

I love Gwyn don't get me wrong (and I'm neutral about Eris since it's obvious he's a another version of Rhys lmao) but to show a softer version of them through bringing down Feyre pisses me off... and in none of this Rhys is portrait as a bad father... interesting! or how I've seen more fanart with E/riel and Nyx more that Feysand and Nyx is bothering me to no end. them babysitting him or a older version of him have a sleepover in their house or them literally raising him bc apparently Feyre is busy being a high lady and doesn't have time to spend it with Nyx. and no one say Rhys is also there being a high lord and have a job like Feyre ruling their court no...

and it won't stop on her being a bad mother she's also a bad painter and that rages me. we have Azriel going through continent to buy her paints, Cassian watching her paint and cries over them and Nesta she also cried when she saw Feyre had a painting of her and lets be honest if Feyre was a bad artist Nesta would've already told her in cabin but she said nothing and let her paint on everything. or how Mor loved what she did to the Cabin but everyone only focus on her drawing on the walls without permission and make fun of it. or how they have always something to say about sjm bad writing means they look deeper in it but never notice the artistic way Feyre describes things...

but we don't see anyone saying Nesta is a bad dancer or Gwyn a bad singer or Elain's a bad cook... Like ever... I've never seen it at least!

it's funny how they bold their fav Character through bringing down another... and think sjm would or doing the same :)

Hiii 💜 trust me you can rant to me all you want! Thank you 😂

I always found it crazy how Feyre was the only character to be made fun of about her hobby. I know people say oh it’s a joke, lighten up, I just thought it was funny. But is only funny to a certain extent, you know?

There are people literally shitting on Feyre for painting. And I think that comes down to not liking the character. You don’t have to like her, but making up lies because you don’t like the character is crazy to me. Like people have to realize that SJM is writer not an artist but I think she did pretty with describing Feyre and her painting.

And like you said. Why is it that Elain is so good at baking even tho she just picked up the hobby in acofas but Feyre is a bad painter. Why is nesta so good at dancing but Feyre is a bad painter? Why is Gwyn such a good singer but Feyre is bad at painting? We see that Azriel also sings, why is he a good singer already and we haven’t seen him sing yet?

Cassian AND nesta said how much the black dress Elain wore to the court of nightmares was an ill suited dress for her. If they can critique Elain’s fashion choice, why haven’t they critiqued Feyre’s painting if she’s so bad? I could have sworn nesta was upset because there wasn’t any paintings of her in the river house.

It has been stated by numerous characters that Feyre is a damn good painter. It doesn’t matter if she’s self taught and so is my nephew who is a teenager and he can outdraw my on my best day.

People get so upset about the cabin but nobody cared. Mor even brought her more paint to encourage her to continue! If it’s Rhysand’s cabin, then in turn it’s Feyre because what’s his is hers and I think Rhysand made that pretty clear. I can even see the IC in the cabin making little drawings around Feyre’s painting like Mor did to mess with each other and add more color to it and laugh about it later.

With the whole Feyre not being a good ruler thing kills me because she just literally got into the role in acomaf. They had a war in acowar where we couldn’t see her be a ruler but Feyre was actively helping in the war. She saved prythian twice by defeated amarantha & rebuilding the cauldron. She saved the damn rainbow of velaris! Nobody was over there but her. She even talked about the paperwork side of being a high lady in ACOFAS, but this is the same novella people say they don’t like.

Tarquin just got to be a highlord in acotar but he’s such a great ruler? Why people are acting like Feyre can’t be further taught? She just got into the role. She’ll be fine.

I do think if nesta had her full power before she gave it away she would have more power than Feyre, some people also have a hard time understanding that nesta literally didn’t want that power and she stated that she slept with numerous men to keep that power away/at bay. But now since she doesn’t have as much of her power I think that Feyre and Rhys are once again more powerful than she is.

I get it that Elain is the most beautiful sister but all the sisters say the same thing about Azriel, does it make Cassian or Rhys less beautiful? Cause I could have sworn nesta didn’t think Rhys was ugly and she didn’t even like him. Aelin saw Rhys and she said he was beautiful too. So why does saying Elain is the most beautiful Archeon sister take away the beauty from Feyre & nesta?

The whole she a bad mother thing is just crazy because we haven’t even seen Feyre be a mother at all in the series! Just because we got that one scene at the end of acosf, that doesn’t tell us anything.

SJM said in CC3 the acotar characters are going to be very protective of Nyx, if they are so protective with him why would he be around Eris when they don’t even trust him? Eris is allies with the night court at best. We’re not even sure if eris himself even help raised his brothers because based off reading it’s clear that the autumn court siblings are not close (they are all killing & hurting each other) and they had a fucked up upbringing.

I love Gwyn but Gwyn is only 28, I know she defended the children in sangravah and I have no doubt my girl will be a good mommy, but I don’t think Gwyn is the right candidate to tell someone what to do when it comes to a baby.

Having Nyx was something Feyre and Rhys wanted. SJM is a mother to 2 kids and just recently had her second one, so I’m pretty sure she’s excited writing Feyre as being a mom herself, so why would Feyre be a bad mother? Feyre knew how she grew up, she literally has all the chance and opportunity to give Nyx the opposite of what she had growing up, so why wouldn’t she?

If they’re only attacking Feyre since she’s supposedly going to be a bad mother and not Rhys then that tells me all I need to know, they don’t like Feyre.

I get being a new mom is hard and trying to balance work can be difficult and no I’m not a mom personally myself, but it has proven time and time again that first time moms and moms who have more than one kid can take care of their mother duties and work at the same time and still be a good damn mom but for some reason Feyre can’t?

#feyre archeon #pro feyre archeron #pro feyre #feyre and rhysand #nyx archeron #nyx acotar #acosf #acomaf #acowar #the inner circle acotar #nesta archeron #cassian acosf #azriel acotar #mor acotar

[thesinglesjukebox]

KANE BROWN - "I CAN FEEL IT"

A sample that’s no stranger to you and me…

[5.18]

Taylor Alatorre: "Even though the song does draw a fair bit from Phil Collins's 1981 song, the tempo is much faster."[1] [1]

Ian Mathers: As is often the case with modern pop country, "I Can Feel It" evokes a rural area; here, it's the Uncanny Valley. [2]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: So dumb! I respect it more for not being coy about using its big sample – Kane Brown and Dann Huff (who actually played on hits from Phil Collins' contemporaries, wtf) hit that big drum fill button over and over again, especially during the second half of "I Can Feel It." Worst part is that it works every time – this is a meta-level arena jam, a crass play that goes beyond the normal nostalgia-worship of so much of the contemporary pop landscape (secularly, across nearly all subgenres in 2024) by virtue of sheer shamelessness. [6]

Isabel Cole: Nothing we haven't heard before, more literally than usual, and obviously it's dumb, but sometimes you don't want smart, you know? It hits all its marks cleanly, and I like the weirdly roiling, tempestuous drama the track brings to a lightweight song about a drunken hookup (possibly why the hilariously incongruous video contains neither whiskey nor dancing — just a mechanic with a past and a dream). [7]

Katherine St. Asaph: The annoying hackwork here isn't the Phil Collins sample. It's that songwriting affectation, rampant in modern country, of awkwardly wording things that are phrases -- in this case "this is turning into a we-should-probably-get-up-out-of-here." (Why does this exist? Is there a thinkpiece?) The Phil Collins sample is, in fact, what makes this not suck. [7]

Mark Sinker: Time for every single song ever released to get its talking-point kinda-cover version. Time for “Weird” Al to become a worm-man god-emperor and rule over the charts for 3,500 years. A Million Golden Hits on the Golden Path.  [5]

Alfred Soto: Kane Brown shows the apparently infinite ways in which "In the Air Tonight" adapts itself to whatever sized foot you stick into it: instead of a cheatin' anthem, "I Can Feel It" focuses on the nervousness of would-be lovers courtin' on the dance floor. Almost everything works except for the guitar solo, an example of premature ejaculation. [7]

TA Inskeep: Theoretically this fusion of banjo, big-ass drums, and an interpolation of Phil Collins' most iconic song should be a lot of fun -- and Brown's winking voice would seem to be the right fit for it. But it all feels awfully forced, especially when Brown actually sings that he "can feel it coming in the air tonight" in the bridge. It's too obvious by half, not remotely country save for that banjo (which would be fine except that it's being billed as, y'know, country), and even though it's a clever idea, never fully gels.  [4]

John S. Quinn-Puerta: I'm tired of interpolations that aren't interested in engaging with their source. It's just so blandly tactical to put on the trappings of a hit to ensure the boring ditty that you've done ten ways to Sunday gets airplay.  [3]

Hannah Jocelyn: Everyone misses the kicks between the toms when they do “In the Air Tonight”! That's what makes it distinctive! "One Mississippi" was legitimately incredible (would have been a [10] from me) and a massive step up, this is trying to be some kind of epic tough country song but that clashes with the uninspired, lovelorn lyrics. By the way, Kane, you’re no mister Kingston. [5]

Nortey Dowuona: Gabe Foust, songwriter/producer for "Trailer Park Barbie" and "Bake It," lets Aaron Sterling handle the drums, and man, does he handle them. His take on Phil Collins's iconic fill kicks the song in the ass and brings it swimming up to Kane's deep baritone, buoying it as the second verse begins, keeping the song steady as Rob McNelley's seething solo dives below the chorus and surfaces on the bridge. The song relies less on the kick of "here's the Phil Collins drum fill, please clap" and more on "here's Kane Brown using one of the best baritones in popular music; leave with him and go steal that money." And Brown is in fine form; his quick trot then strolling delivery of the first verse snatches you up and leads so smoothly into the chorus that you are swept away, your hair flying in the wind, your eyes full of the moon before you can blink. The bass, played by Mark Hill (yes, that Mark Hill !!!?) comfortably purrs below, interlocking with the kick. It pushes Brown into picking up the pace at first, then smoothing out and sliding during the chorus. He delivers spurts of melisma briefly but remains in control of his voice despite the rising waves of the mix. It drifts away into the sky, but you're on a string, lazily drifting behind it. [10]

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#kane brown #phil collins #in the air tonight #music #country #country music #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

[goosebutaustoo]

GOOFY BIRTHDAY SHIT

guess who's birthday is coming up

MEEEE

So anyways, gonna talk about how strange they are

like, you celebrate going around in a circle around the sun, and how many times that has happened, usually ads one candle to your cake. But I find it. so strange that its so widely televised that every birthday is just another party. Wouldn't it get tiring of having birthday bashes every birthday??? I like eating cake. mostly. if it s not too sugary, but like come on man. Most of the times what one is going to do is just vibe, eat some cake, hang out with friends to celebrate you're one year closer to death

and also probably trying to ignore how most of your friends may or may not have already started doing drugs. I mean, I get only one life to live and shit but dude??? at least wait until you're on your death bed and have the most WILD FUCKING DEATH BASH OF ALL TIME

maybe thats jsut me tho. Either way, I'm going to maniacally giggle as I set up a birthday discord call and just spam people with quack quack quack and then leave eating some cake. Absolute baller, have you ever just wanted to some crazy ass shit reserved for a party?? Get free food?? Be born!! It's your greatest acheivement, and BOOM!!! when you make it one year- 52 weeks of your life and you're still at least breathing?? celebrate with a shit ton of sugar and staring up at your ceiling on your birthday and wonder how the fuck you're one year older and how did you make it this far

and be proud

Simply something as simple as a birthday should totally be celebrated! Who knows, maybe you've gone through tough shit. Maybe you're battling an addiction that could kill you. Maybe you've tried some things in the past to cut your time short. Maybe you're battling an illness, no matter the kind. Maybe there are days where you just.. don't know if you can go on. Either way, you don't have to celebrate. Don't have to eat cake or be social. It's your birthday. Be proud you made it 52 more weeks.

I know I am. This year has been absolutely BALLING. It's giving 'holy shit, am I just going to stay this way forever, will things be okay, will I ever recover, will I hold on for just a little longer'

Honestly, I've had days where I was just. ready to give up. Not make it so I can yell at the world that I don't give a SHIT and I am going to LIVE. I've had times and episodes where all thats on my mind is move, move. Make it. Breath. Don't give up. Reach out where you can. but in those times, what got me moving was focusing on moving one finger at a time. Stutter my breathing, try to hum. I don't have to yell physically at the world that whatever fucking walls you shove my way I'll break it down.

Because sometimes I'm not strong enough to move through those. Sometimes I have to climb them. Sometimes I just have to wait. To break one brick at a time. It may not be chaotic, violent, or fun, but on the other side there will always be more. More ways to cause chaos, to have fun. To live, move, breath.

Every day, hell, every week may not be your week. It may not be your month. You may be struggling to even drag yourself out of bed or even eat anything. You may not be able to sleep at night but pass out while waiting for a friend to respond to a message. You may want to draw, dance, laugh, sing, write, play, but you're unable to bring yourself to. But what matters is you made it another day. You may be bored as fuck waiting. Just sitting. Doing nothing but wait.

But before you can have patience with anything, you have to have patience with yourself. break shit down. Know that some things may not last. That some friendships are bound to fade. Some days are hell and back. That one day you may die to anything. but you also have to take into account the joy and happiness you have in the present. You have to cherish who you have now, even if you know, even if it nags you that you two may split ways. However you also have to take into account that one day, things will be okay. Sure, they won't be perfect, but it'd be breathable. It'd be just enough. and sometimes, just enough is enough. It doesn't hurt to strive for better, but it hurts to shame what you have now. It hurts to lose sight of the happiness and life you have now. Rushing into things isn't for everyone. But companionship and support go longer ways that slaving away at life so you can live a 'perfect' life. Sometimes people forget to be content with what they have and strive for better.

So, for anyone who also has a birthday coming up, or simply just need to hear it: Happy birthday motherfucker

enjoy your life while you can, you never know when your book ends, but it's better to enjoy it than wait for impending doom.

#a wild geese speaks to you through a cloud of mist #birthday #deeper than intended #pep talk #note to everyone

[tickleraptorss]

All I Want For Christmas

a/n: HI @ragewerthers !!! im your squealing santa this year!!! i was so happy to be able to write some gladnis for you <333 hope you enjoy ^^ special thank you to @hypahticklish for hosting this year!! @squealing-santa

It isn’t a secret that Gladio loves Christmas. He always has. Probably always will. The second the clock hits November 1st, Gladio scrambles around the apartment he shares with Ignis and pulls out the Christmas decorations as if some sort of daemon of Christmas has possessed him. Gladio’s enthusiasm for the holidays is the exact reason why Ignis has taken quite a liking to it as well, not that he ever disliked it, of course, but the energy his boyfriend brings to the season tends to rub off on him. Plus, it gives him a good excuse to bake.

As the holidays draw closer and closer, the abundance of Christmas music grows, and Ignis doesn’t particularly mind it, surprisingly. While there are a few he dislikes, he thinks most of the songs are quite catchy. He often finds himself humming along to whatever tune is playing while he’s preparing dinner as Gladio sings dramatically (and admittedly not very well) in the background. Despite the confidence he exudes as he sings his heart out, Gladio somehow always, without fail, seems to forget the words at some point in every song.

Ignis thinks it’s hilarious, though he doesn't often show it.

“I don’t want a lot for christmas,” Gladio’s voice is way too deep to be singing All I Want For Christmas Is You, Ignis thinks. And yet, he persists, “there is just one thing I need~”

“Astrals,” Ignis mumbles under his breath, affectionately rolling his eyes at his goofball of a boyfriend as he dances around the living room. He’s only vaguely aware of what’s going on around him - he’s reading a book Noctis had gotten him as an early gift that the prince thought Ignis would be interested in. The advisor had to wonder if Noctis had been paying attention to the books he’d been reading because he doesn't recall ever telling him about his taste in mystery novels.

“I don’t care about the stockings underneath the Christmas tree,” Gladio is now suddenly much closer to his boyfriend, holding an imaginary microphone up to him. Well, so much for a peaceful afternoon of reading on the couch. The advisor can’t help but chuckle.

“If you wanted my attention so badly there are much less dramatic ways to tell me,” Ignis turns to face his boyfriend with an affectionate smile.

“My ‘dramatic’ methods get your attention faster,” the shield grins, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Ignis’ nose.

“How observant of you,” Ignis teases as Gladio settles down on the couch next to him, pulling him in for a warm cuddle. The shield’s strong arms wrap around his chest, consuming Ignis in a warmth and love he’ll never tire of.

“I’m always observing you, babe.”

“Oh, I’m fully aware, but I hope you know I have my own observations as well.”

“Oh? And what would those be?”

“That you still don’t know the words to All I Want For Christmas Is You,” Ignis smirks when Gladio huffs in annoyance.

“I do! I was just singing it!” Gladio argues.

“Stockings don’t go under the tree, darling,” it takes a moment for Gladio to realize that, yes, he mixed up the lyrics again. His brain has a habit of mixing up certain song lyrics and putting them in the wrong places like a mix-and-match puzzle that already has a solution.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right, but I know the words!”

“Of course, dear,” Ignis hums, amused at how offended Gladio looks. “And since you know the words, you should be able to tell me what lyrics are in the bridge of the song.” The advisor shifts slightly so he can look at Gladio, who looks like he’s running through the song in his head to try and remember the words.

“Wait, which part’s the bridge?”

Before Ignis even has the chance to stop himself, he bursts into laughter. The look on his boyfriend’s face was akin to a confused puppy and it was more than Ignis could handle.

“What? What's so funny?” Gladio asks with a slight chuckle of his own.

“A-Apologies,” Ignis manages in the midst of his giggling. “Your expression was just… priceless. The bridge of a song comes before the final chorus, typically.”

“Okay, uhh…” Gladio mumbles the song under his breath, “it goes… ‘all the light are blinding-’”

“No-”

“Whaddya mean ‘no!?’” Gladio exclaims, and try as he might, Ignis couldn’t contain himself again and burst out laughing. “Those are the words, I swear!”

“It’s ‘shining,’ not ‘blinding,’” Ignis snickers. Gladio responds with a huff of annoyance. “So, clearly, you don’t know the lyrics.”

“Hey, it was close enough!” Gladio pouts, which only serves to heighten Ignis’ fit of giggles. “What, you think that’s funny?” The shield’s tone suddenly shifts to one of mischief - one that Ignis recognizes all too well. Before he can act, however, two strong hands begin squeezing his sides. “I’ll give you somethin’ to really laugh about!”

“Wahait - Glahahadio!!” The advisor is immediately thrown into more laughter, though now it’s for an entirely different reason; a ticklish one. He squirms against his boyfriend, attempting to flee from the attack, only for Gladio to swing an arm around his chest. The shield starts to spider his fingers up and down Ignis’ sides, which earns him an uncharacteristic but adorable squeak.

“What’s the matter, babe? What’s got you all giggly?” Gladio grins, his free hand sweeping underneath Ignis’ shirt to scribble at his belly. Ignis makes an attempt to curl up and protect himself, but his boyfriend has no problem maneuvering around his half-hearted protective measures. Gladio’s sheer strength is one of the many things Ignis admires about his boyfriend, though it's sometimes used to gain an unfair advantage, he thinks.

“You're- Aha! Tihihickling-!” Ignis can't even finish his sentence. Anything he tries to say gets drowned out by his laughter.

“I’m tickling you?” Gladio chuckles when Ignis nods frantically. “Huh, I had no idea,” the shield’s fingers crawl higher, to Ignis’ ribs, and he’s rewarded with a yelp, more wriggling, and higher-pitched laughter. “Heh, bad spot?~”

“NohOHO! GlahahAAHADIO!!!” Even though his boyfriend had released his grip around his chest, Ignjs is immobilized by the ticklish sensations on his ribs. Gladio knows the exact amount of pressure to apply - not too rough, but not too soft - and it drives Ignis insane. He doubles over, attempting to curl up once more, only for Gladio to grab both his wrists and pin him to the couch.

Gladio momentarily lets up on the tickling as he straddles Ignis’ thighs. He indulges in the expression on his boyfriend’s face; his cheeks are painted a bright red and a nervous smile is beginning to form. His glasses have become askew, so Gladio gently grabs them and places them aside for now.

“So,” Gladio begins. “You gonna apologize for laughin’ at me?” The shield moves Ignis’ wrists into one hand only so he can taunt his boyfriend with wiggling fingers. While Ignis initially appears stubborn, Gladio detects a slight falter when the advisor is confronted with those threatening digits. Still, he remains silent and averts his gaze. “Alright, have it your way.”

Gladio’s fingers return to Ignis' sides, alternating between both of his sides as he squirms and attempts to bite back giggles. It’s a fruitless effort though, as the advisor’s laughter begins bubbling from his mouth as soon as Gladio’s hand slips underneath Ignis’ back. He squeals, snorts beginning to weave their way into Ignis’ now hysterical cackling as Gladio’s fingers spider up and down his lower back. Ignis certainly isn’t doing himself any favors by trying to arch away from the touch, if anything, he’s unintentionally granting Gladio more room to tickle his back.

“GlahAHAHADIO! NOhohOHO-!!” Ignis laughs, pulling at his wrists in an attempt to free himself. It’s no use against his boyfriend’s iron grip.

“You know how to get out of this,” Gladio raises an eyebrow and moves his hand upwards, now targeting a spot he knew the advisor couldn't stand - the back of his ribs.

“ALRIHIGHT! I’M- AHAHA!! I’m soHOHORRY!” That’s the last coherent sentence Ignis speaks before silent laughter overtakes him, but it’s all Gladio needs to hear. He releases his boyfriend's wrists and wraps his arms around him once again, effectively cradling him in his arms. Ignis pants and shivers at the tingling of his skin leftover from the attack he’d just withstood.

“Y’know, your laugh’s pretty cute,” Gladio smiles. “You should laugh more, just as long as it’s not at me forgetting song lyrics.” Ignis only hums in response as his boyfriend brings him back into a cuddle. Ignis rests his head on Gladio’s chest, still smiling from the tickle onslaught, but also at the warmth, care and love the shield shows him.

“Alright, I won’t laugh at your faulty memory,” Ignis chuckles. “I promise.”

#tickling #boys' night out #raptor writes #tickle fic #squealing santa 2k22 #once again i have no idea how to end fics

[theimperialnuisance]

Know the Mun/blogger

1. Are you named after anyone?

By my middle name, I am! After my great-grandmother <3

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday cause I was just in a lot of pain for reasons :< but I am a lot better today and able to function!

3. Do you have kids?

Do my cats and dog count? :3

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Eh, sometimes? If the situation calls for it but also, I'm sometimes terrible using sarcasm and detecting it XD

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I was in marching band during HS, I did dance before that but I was never really on any sort of team for sports unless you count the neighborhood kids getting together every so often to play hockey in the streets! Other than that, no, no much of a sports person--maybe soccer every now and then but I'm more of a yoga/pilates type person to get the movement in.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Physically: their eyes and smile Overall: how they carry themselves/act around others

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Over the two? Happy ending cause I am a scared-y cat XD I am not one for scary movies...suspense/thriller/adventure, absolutely! But something that belongs at Halloween Horror Nights? I'll take the happy ending over that any day.

8. Any special talents?

Uhhhh I'm ambidextrous? I can braid my hair without a mirror and I can walk around while doing so?

9. Where were you born?

Along the West Coast of the States! :3 ( And that's all ya get ;b )

10. What are your hobbies?

A lot! I like to write, crochet, play video games, do pilates/yoga, sing and dance, cosplay, draw (though I'm not the best at it), sew, and watch the stars and collect seashells <3

11. Do you have any pets?

I have a cat named Zero and my sis also has one named Miyavi. Both are grumpy old men but we love them lots, even if they sing the song of their people at 3 AM in the morning when I'm trying to sleep. Zero is my sweet prince and I love him to the moon and back. I also adopted a dog with my sis--her name is Boba and she's the CUTEST and sweetest pup I've ever had and she owns my whole heart. <3

12. How tall are you?

5'0" :3

13. Fave subject in school?

Creative writing, English, and History of Theatre.

14. Dream job?

I'm working it <3 I've always wanted to work with a professional theatre company and earlier this year, that dream came true!

15. Eye colour?

It changes--anywhere between green or hazel, it depends on my mood. I've been told their more green when I'm sad/tired. and any other time, their hazel.

Tagged by: @sundered-souls (forever ago ^^;; ty for the tag my friend!)

tagging: YOU who is reading this (if you want :3 tag me if you do!)

#ooc #get to know the mun #ty for the tag! #even if it's like 84 years later #I still like doing these <3 #Nico yells into the void

[shelbycompanylimitedd]

beginning / previous / next

Chance: Don't you dare call us thieves, here the only one who steals and now chases and harasses is you.

Angel: Chasing and harassing? I don't even want to be near you, if I'm here it's because they told me in town that Helena had paid you a visit, unfortunately. 

Helena: Ignore them, I am too mad to deal with them. Look, you've missed out on that tasty fish dinner, for being foul-mouthed. 

Angel: I have come to invite you to a party in my old village. Nobles and commoners gather to dance until the last one falls. It is great fun.

Chance: I wouldn't go with him, redhead. I'm sure they're bad people, if this one lived there.

Helena: Enough, now I will send you on your legs back home, you can't even ride my mare. I'll tell her to go home by herself.

Angel: So you have told your mare to go home alone? Is this something you have done more than once? 

Helena: Uh-huh

Angel: Your mare must be magical, I didn't know that kings today still bred magical horses.

Helena: Still? Was there such a thing as magic years ago?

Angel: What a question! Haven't your parents ever told you stories?

Helena: Yes, but I thought they were just that, stories.

Angel: In all stories there is a certain reality, look, there you have the village.

Helena: There are too many nobles! It almost seems as if I am already living in the palace.

Angel: Don't look so frightened, Helena, look here. There are more commoners than anything else. Normally the nobles only come down to the village on festival nights, to get drunk like crazy. Sometimes even the crown prince shows up. Do you know him too?

Helena: No, I only met His Majesty the King and the Princess.  How long did you live here and with whom?

Angel: 10 years, when I turned 11 my mother sent me to the nobles' house to sing for them, they liked me so much that they made me move closer to the palace. It's not that this village is the closest, but you could walk there without getting too tired. 

Helena: Did you go to the palace a lot when you were a child?

Angel: No, I didn't go until I was 17. That's where I met the prince, and his personal guard. They were both very kind to me.

Helena: And what about the king? What is your opinion?

Angel: Enough about me or other people, how are you in your new village?

Helena: Well, it's a good place to paint, my hut. It's not in the centre and not too far away for my chores to get too heavy. The neighbours treat me well, and give me gifts in exchange for drawings and recipes that my parents taught me. 

Angel: Here's to you, then. To a bright future.  Come with me, let's dance with the nobles to get used to it. You'll end up having to do it or everyone in the palace will look at you funny. 

Helena: I don't know if I should risk it. I've never danced in a group before.

Angel: Have no fear, you will only dance with me. Everyone watches their own steps, at least in the first dances. Only when the moon rises do they start to group together, but by that time they're so drunk they're probably doing worse than you. 

#ts4 medieval #sims 4 medieval

[creationsofimaginationsblr]

You called it a station.

I've heard that somewhere before, haven't I?

I'm sure I have.

But a station.

We see different stations,I think.

But the station changes so much,

So perhaps I've been at your station.

Maybe we all have different stations,

And there are those of us like living trains.

The ones who wake 

Breathing the same are we do,

Living similar mundane

Or extraordinary lives, perhaps,

But when we let out eyes close 

We are here.

Another station,

Or perhaps just a different stop.

We lie in what until we wake again,

Somehow lost on all these wrong platforms, where we certainly shouldn't be alone, but here we are.

Or maybe it's not like that at all.

It would be a little foolish to think that way.

A little self centered to think I could ever share a stage with you. 

Or perhaps wishful thinking?

It doesn't matter.

Maybe the station changes a lot.

You knew that trains ran down your worn track ,

Dull amber lights buzzing in a station that seemed to stretch into an endless void in each direction that seemed to randomly produce an old rumbling train.

I never knew trains that ran down these tracks,

No matter how it looks.

The wear and new scratches on these tracks suggest history,

But they merely feel like an aesthetic choice. 

I can taste the metal as I run my fingers over it,

Taking time to memorize the feeling of each million scratches.

I usually see plants when I draw it. 

But most of the time I see an empty platform, bathed in inky darkness.

There should probably be a light source here,

Some sort of lamps or moonlight, or something,

The dull amber and blue white hues suggest lamps and low hung light fixtures, both new and old, but I can't see them.

I see no other faces here,

No trains,

There is noise occasionally,

I know there must be trains that pass through,

Perhaps when i wake,

Because I feel the gust of winds that mark their wake,

And I can see the fragments of light dancing over my glasses and I know across my face, suggesting the idea of zooming windows, 

I know what it must look like,

But I'm not sure if that's just my overactive mind or the actual truth of the situation.

It's cold on my platform, 

The ideas of winter driving through the air,

Forcing each breath to burn through your lungs, like a glass of water after chewing mint gum and brushing your teeth.

I think I have a coat,

But that can only help so much.

I can see my breath,

A low cloud that must blur my face to any passerbys,

If there were any.

But in my art, when I recall outside of dreams,

I find a broken down station,

Sunlight streaming from the broken roof,

Vines climbing across each surface they can,

I am in a train car when im there, 

Sat in a ripped leather seat,

Its not as quiet there,

I can imagine the far off birds,

But it is actually still silent,

But instead of a fear of the loneliness, and darkness,

I see the sun and hop from my little car, set on adventure.

I humm and sing,

I kick stones.

But it's still lonely,

And so so still.

It's always still.

I'm always still.

I am stuck on a platform,

I am stuck in an empty station.

What if you're more right than you know?

Maybe this will be our limbo?

Maybe our hell?

Or maybe I mean it'll just be mine.

A breathing ghost wandering grand halls, with no company other than itself.

It'll humm

And sing

And maybe scream 

And cry a little.

Maybe that's okay.

Maybe I'm already a living ghost,

A tired heart that lies weak in my chest.

I wonder how I got here,

But the question still makes my head hurt.

I'll sit near the edge of these tracks,

And try to catch my breath.

I don't know if i'll keep walking tonight,

Or if i'll just try to get some rest,

Or if i'll ever be on my own platform tonight,

But maybe I'll remember that,

Despite it hurting,

I can still breathe.

Maybe that's enough to continue distinguishing me from a ghost.

Whether that's a good thing,

Or maybe a bad thing,

I don't know.

But maybe that's enough.

#galix #write #free write #blue #wilbur soot inspired

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Hazformers Ships: Blitzdust/Blitzhusk/Huskdust Plus More Part 2

[Note: Mature Audience Only, and Reading This Post Is Optional. also if you haven't watched all the Hazbin Hotel Season 1, make sure to do that first before reading this. also I might make a part 3 for this.]

I had to make a poll first before finally making a part 2 of this, the poll is about which one is the number 1 adorkable apple goober king of them all.

like either Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, or one of the Devils from Cuphead Game or Cuphead Show.

I have no regrets and I would still pick Charlie's Dad as The Number 1 Adorkable Apple Goober King.

but those who do see the poll can pick either him or the two versions of Devil from Cuphead Game or Cuphead Show.

of course my first poll I make on here, will be weird, what you see is what you get, and at times its gonna be weird with me.

Blitzdust might stay in the "I bud it" zone and it's okay if it does, and even if Husk and Angel do become closer like they do eventually in the canon timeline, that would mean that Huskdust would be in the friend zone as well.

I wouldn't mind poly-shipping Blitzhusk/Blitzdust/Huskdust.

it is possible that only some percent of poly-ships work.

and Niffty can be the daughter of those three, because of Angel seeming to be a Helicopter-Dad in one episode, and Husk being the Tired-Dad who has to make their daughter happy, of course I'm gonna "Fam" those three. XD

Blitzwing would be the Fun-Dad.

it could still be possible that Blitzwing knows about Niffty's interest in bad boys, and could end up being very amused whenever Niffty chases Lockdown around and trying to add his fur or one of his snake scales to her collection.

and Blitzwing wouldn't warn Lockdown about Niffty's little habit and how she can smell a bad boy from across the other side of the hotel.

I don't know why I love Megatron x Carmilla, but they just seem well too perfect together, and yeah they might not meet in blitzy-blitzwing's story, but I wouldn't mind writing their ship in the story I'm working on that has Sari as a main character, which by the way has Sari at the age of 23 and later I will have her become 24 years old and the story that involves Sari is still gonna be on hiatus.

I might do another drawing of Sari in her much older form sometime.

and yeah, my drawing the Megamilla ship drawing which was my first ship drawing of Megamilla, was thanks to listening to the song "Out For Love" from one of the episodes of Hazbin Hotel.

I can't help but think that if Megatron and Carmilla Carmine EVER got into a fight, where it is Overlord Vs Overlord, it would be a mix of a battle between two would be both deadly and beautiful, like a very deadly and dangerous dance.

like even if they point some weapons at each other, but it would look like Megatron is dipping Carmilla in the middle of their fight that looks like a dance to most eyes/optics.

also is it weird if the Overlord that Alastor took out, reminds me of Martha from Helluva Boss...?

I wouldn't be surprised if she did become a Overlord, but she shouldn't be allowed to keep the title for long even if she did become one.

Angel could end up finding out a bit too little too late about his true feelings for Blitzwing, which would leave Blitzdust in the Platonic Zone.

and of course even if Vaggie is a Angel, no one could tell, because of her Moth form looking not very different from a Sinner, which might be a good thing, it is a balance between both worlds, like a Twilight or something.

so of course the Autobots that make up Team Optimus, and Megatron and the Other Decepticons wouldn't know that Vaggie wasn't originally a Sinner, and she was a Exorcist and is a Angel.

like picture in a Crossover AU, if The Well Of Allsparks had the same problems.

and picture Emily and Charlie's song, becomes a Trio, with Sari Sumdac singing along with them.

I like the idea of Emily and Charlie forming a type of sisterly bond, and Charlie being like the big sister and Emily being the little sister.

I think it could be possible that Emily, could be around 17 or 18 biologically, which would mean she could be close to Octavia's age.

in the story I'm working on, that has to do with Sari which at first she wasn't originally the main character but then I got the idea to add Transformers into the mix, which works well for the title.

but yeah, Sari now sees that not all Decepticons are evil and there is a reason why they became the way they are.

and yeah, there can be some evidence and proof on the number of planets that the Decepticons have and the high number of planets the Autobots have, and some of those autobot colonized planets may have had organic life on it before they were cyber-formed for the needs of the Cybertronian life that would be the Autobots.

if in a Fanon Timeline in a Crossover AU, where Optimus and Megatron's Team are in the afterlife in a Hazformers Timeline.

Sari could end up becoming a Leader made up of both Human and Cybertronians, to fight back Cybertron and keep them from Cyber-forming Earth.

those who become a part of her Freedom Fighters or Rebellion against those like Ultra Magnus (who I still think is secretly Megazarak, and I still like Transformers Prime Ultra Magnus a bit more than that one.)

the Rebellion, is made up both Earthborn Cybertronians, who would technically be Terrans, and not just the ones born from the Emberstone but also those who were born from the Allspark.

those who would end up being part of Sari's Team and Family of The Rebellion, would not just be Humans, but also Autobots and Decepticons, and the reason why the Decepticons follow Sari might not only be the whole her technically being Megatron's daughter through him going through the budding stage in Sumdac's Secret Lab.

but they also could believe that she is the hope for a better future, because she could of been the first in a very long time, to speak out against those who control Cybertron and have corrupted the spark and processors of its citizens.

like picture one of the Decepticons that was part of Megatron's most loyal Decepticons, falling in battle and ending up meeting Megatron in well the wrong afterlife, and Megatron wondering why they are wearing two insignia (one being Decepticon and the other being Terran but like in the color Green with Purple Highlights.)

the said Decepticon would end up telling Megatron, that he was fighting along side his Ladyship Sari, along side other Decepticons, Autobots and Humans to fight the Autobots on Cybertron trying to Cyber-form Earth.

who knows how Megatron would react to that, like learning that a small human is now leading his decepticons.

well she was a cybertronian first, she just ended up becoming a hybrid and becoming human, thanks to the DNA she absorbed.

I still like the idea of Isaac having a twin brother, called Ivaan and the twin brother being like the Ford Pines of their universe.

and yeah in a plot twist, Isaac would turn out to be the Uncle and Ivaan would turn out to be the true genetic human father.

even if both Huskdust and Blitzdust ended up in friend zone, Angel could end up end up with someone unexpected, besides Megatron.

like so unexpected like the ship that is Mamtella, which the name itself still reminds me of food and that you put on toast.

I'm talking about the whole Mammon x Stella, which I'm gonna call their ship name Mamtella, which still sounds like food.

would it be weird to think if Blitzwing walked in on Megatron and Carmilla making out, Blitzwing would act like Will from The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air.

of course Megatron, would be like the Mom in the situation.

and Blitzwing could be telling Carmilla

"I'm not ready to talk you yet, young lady!" XD

of course the reference would be a bit different, well unless it has them just sitting on the bed and they were caught making-out by Blitzwing....and well, Bumblebee being well himself, he would likely think they are having a sleepover and ends up being picked up by Ratchet and covering his optics, even if he does cover Bumblebee's optics, all Megatron and Carmilla are doing are making-out.

like it could turn out, at first Megatron was going to try to take-out Carmilla while she was sleeping, but she ends up knowing he was there and they did fight, but the fight ended up leading to them kissing, so even if Blitzwing and Zestial wanted to stop them from k*lling each other, they end up walking in on them kissing.

I'm still gonna OTP Crossover ship Megamilla, and it is thanks to that song "Out For Love" I ended up drawing that first ship drawing of those two.

Swindle's true love could be anyone or anything, well he does seem to love money, so him ending up falling for and zinging with someone that isn't money, could be a surprise.

and even if Lockdown tries to get Prowl to like him, but he isn't given the time of day, but right behind Lockdown, there will be Niffty breathing down his neck and wanting to make him her boyfriend.

I would enjoy the thoughts of the Semi-Ship, where Lockdown is being pursued by Niffty, it is interesting and a bit funny.

some Semi-Ships are like one-sided feelings, or like maybe when two do have feelings for each other but are either too scared or shy to come out to each other with their feelings.

in Lockdown's case with Niffty, it would be the one-sided attraction where the other has to run like Charlie's Dad is behind them giving chase. XD

or like if Unicron was chasing them.

and to Lockdown, it would be like Unicron is chasing him, even if it is a small and hyper sinner demon called Niffty.

Lockdown could try to act less of a bad boy, but Niffty could probably smell that he is faking being a good boy, and knows he is still a bad boy.

some ships are platonic and some are romantic, but for the platonic types you don't use "I ship it" you use "I bud it" for the friendship type and the "I fam it", "I sib it" for the family type that is of course platonic.

there are different forms of romantic ships, plus for those who might be in a romantic relationship or might already be so.

ya don't have to make-out all the time or act all mushy all the type to show their affection, I mean most can just respect each others space when needed (which the Adam from our universe should of done for Lilith, and those Three Angels should of done so as well...), like if your partner doesn't want to be touched at times, then it is important to respect that and only touch them if they are okay with it.

I mean ya can watch a movie or show or play a video games together, even if it has a bit of romance in it but also some action in it where their is fighting some bad guys.

not every moment together has to be some heated make-out, and with how some humans are, they believe one attraction has more importance than the romantic attraction.

but at least not every person is like that, there could still be different tender moments between those who are together, and it doesn't have to be well something that is a making-out being mandatory.

and some Crossover ships can start out as friends first that slowly become a romantic type, while still being friends but also more.

Husk's smile in that isn't forced, is really great, and it is nice to see him smile from his heart along with Angel in a episode where they end up forming a Bromance, which it could mean Huskdust is in the friendship zone, even if Angel still has a crush on him.

we could view that Angel had zinged with Husk the moment he first saw him.

so it might be understandable why he would get upset with Vaggie, but Angel still puts on the persona to flirt with Husk.

Angel might flirt with guys that he finds attractive, but there could be more to the flirting, and for those he truly feels a deep attraction for, will be more than just a one time fling.

anyway I think I will wait to talk more about the different type of ships, in both romantic and platonic in a part 3 of this.

which might not be right away or even on the same month as the part 1 and part 2, but I will try to get around to it when I'm able to.

maybe I will talk about Shockkitty in the part 3, of course that is a ship name of Shockwave and Valentino's Robo-Fizz who is called Kitty. and Kitty's being in a episode, would prove that Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss do take place in the same universe but in two different stories happening in that same universe.

Shockkitty could be platonic or romantic, or like a ship that starts out just friends but ends up being more than just friends who end up with romantic feelings.

it's okay not everyone likes the Crossover ship idea about Shockkitty, but I will try to find the time to talk more about it and how it could work in a part 3 of this, even if they might not really meet even if it is in a Fanon, but the idea of Shockwave getting a soft spot for Kitty and being protective of them, does seem sweet.

of course that might be just me, and I still want to view Kitty as being a girl, well nonbinary type, where they go by She/Her & They/Them.

not sure if Kitty will even speak in the show or what type of personality she has, but fans can still love them.

and well besides Shockkitty, I could think about who Lugnut would be ship with, besides Strika, I think he could do better than her...

he's too good for her anyway, plus for all we know she could be in a secret relationship with Obsidian, ya know, the Decepticon, NOT the Gem Fusion from Steven Universe with the same name.

Tigerhawk was technically the first romantic fusion before Steven Universe's OTP Power Couple that form Garnet.

so Cybertronians combining into a new Cybertronian, can either be platonic or romantic. but yeah, Lugnut could end up with someone who could be better for him and it could be possible that Strika could end up two-timing him with Obsidian, even if Lugnut is very loyal and sweet as a gummy-bear to her.

Lugnut is a Sweet Gummy-Bear Bug that must be protected.

well now I have a nickname for the Sinner Demon version of Lugnut from the Hazformers AU...and that is Sweet Gummy-Bear Bug. XD

anyway like I said, when I'm able to I will write part 3 for this and maybe even talk about the thought of maybe a heart-to-heart or like a spark-to-heart talk between Vaggie and Blackarachnia, who if we think about it, kind of have something in common but still being different at the same time.

like one of the things that are different, is that Vaggie was betrayed on purpose, and Blackarachnia was accidentally betrayed.

Vaggie was a Angel, and Blackarachnia was a Autobot.

well technically, Vaggie is still a Angel, but the two could share their past and how they felt when they were hurt by those they trusted.

Vaggie could hear Blackarachnia's story, but also understand that it did seem that it was a accident, but it still doesn't mean that Optimus and Sentinel leaving her behind, didn't still hurt and cause some form of emotional and psychological harm.

and Vaggie, could see that Blackarachnia has a right to be mad but also if Optimus does truly feel sorry for hurting her, than maybe when she is ready, she can try to talk it through, and not just how she had been placing all the blame on him.

if Vaggie and Blackarachnia did form a type of bond, it would be more like a "I fam it" and could be like in a process of Blackarachnia "redeeming" but not in the same way that would turn a Sinner into a Winner, unless Blackarachnia fully accepting a part of what happen in the past was part of her fault, and not just Sentinel and Optimus.

then she might end up transforming into a Angel version of her Original form Elita-1. or she could stay as she is, I'm speaking of a what if type of hypothetical, where if Blackarachnia did accept she shares part of the blame and not just Optimus and Sentinel, it could cause her to transform into a Angel version of her original form.

so yeah, Vaggarachnia would be platonic and be like Blackarachnia being like the Big Sister and Vaggie being the Little sister.

we could view Waspinator being the Little Brother of Charlie, who has become really attached to her, and for all we know, he could be younger than her, even if she is biologically 20, the chronology of the age could be different...but Cybertronians aging is a bit different.

so Waspinator could still be like the little brother, and Charlienator would be platonic just like Vaggarachnia.

I mean if Vaggie and Blackarachnia did bond over their past on how they were betrayed by two people they trusted.

but unlike Vaggie, Blackarachnia wasn't found by someone who would keep her in the light and fill her heart/spark with love.

in other words, Blackarachnia never found her Charlie.

and anyway, maybe I will talk about a romantic ship for Blackarachnia in the part 3...I'm going to check out some art and maybe do another post, and maybe I will wait a few days to make a second poll.

my first poll I ended up making on here, ended up being about Charlie's Dad and the two versions of King Dice's Boyfriend, which I did mention in this...who knows which one of them will win and be The True Adorkable Apple Goober King...we still have time, so it could either be the Devil from the Cuphead Game or Cuphead Show that might win, or Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel.

once again, Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, was the first one I gave the nickname "Adorkable Apple Goober" and even if the nickname stays in the fanon and doesn't become canon, I'm fine with that.

but yeah, I'm still gonna call him by that nickname.

maybe the next poll I make will end up being weirder than that one.

I have no regrets getting weird on that poll, and it was the first one I made on Tumblr, and I'm glad I was able to make it.

anyway besides making a part 3 of this in maybe tomorrow or a few days...

I think maybe if I don't try to do that whole salt thing on my pendulum today or later tonight, I can either try tomorrow or in a few days or maybe wait until next month.

it could still be pulling one of it's pranks on me, even if I did try to get it to reply with "No" but kept going clockwise fast for "Yes"...

well I can worry about that later...anyway maybe I can talk about other Crossover ships sometime.

maybe like Jevil x Pomni, you know like from Deltarune and The Amazing Digital Circus respectfully.

maybe I can draw Jevil x Pomni sometime, which might not be right away but whenever I feel like drawing the ship idea of those two.

I think a ship between Niffty and Blitzwing, wouldn't really be romantic, but it would be the type you don't call a "ship" because it would be the platonic type that you use the words "I fam it" when describing it.

cause Blitzwing would be The Other Dad to Niffty, and have to try to keep her under control when she gets a little too bad boy crazy. XD

so Angel and Husk would probably wouldn't mind handing Niffty over to Blitzwing for him to watch her, because Angel and Husk could be tired from trying to calm her down as well as trying to keep her from chasing every bad boy that catches her interest.

so yeah, Niffty's relationship with those three, would be platonic and her being the daughter they never had.

so yeah, when it comes to Angel seemingly acting like Dad to Niffty without meaning to, "I fam it." and even if that wasn't really the purpose of the episode where it happen, but Angel still seem like a Helicopter Dad to Niffty, and Husk being the Tired Dad. XD

and well anyway I'm going to just hurry up and post this, and check out a few more fan arts on here and then I might just go and lay down and sleep for a few hours before waking up again, and watching a movie later....so yeah, if I don't make part 3 this month, I will try to do so next month and it might not be as long or maybe it will...

anyway if by chance some do see that poll I made that is about Charlie's Dad and King Dice's Boyfriend, I hope some have fun picking who they think would be the Number 1 Adorkable Apple Goober. :)

#not for kids #do not reblog without permission #mature audiences only #hazformers #crossover ship #blitzhusk #blitzdust #huskdust #tfa lockdown #niffty hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #blitzwing tfa #angel dust hazbin hotel #part 2 #february 2024

[rainydaymiddleearthimagines]

What a relationship is like with the Lord of the Rings men:

 Aragorn:

He’s adorable in a relationship, honestly. 

Very affectionate when it’s just you and him, or if you initiate some sort of form of affection first

He’s protective but not over protective

You wanna go out and fight too? Great, he’ll give you a sword and fight next to you

His pet names for you are “Darling” and “Love”

If you join the fellowship he’s definitely nervous about it

He’s worried the whole time about you being in danger, which to be fair you constantly were

But any time there was a battle, he was next to you, fighting side by side, ensuring you were safe

When he finally accepts his claim to Gondor, he will call you “ My Queen/King”

On nights you can’t sleep (unless your elven because from what I’ve read they don’t necessarily need sleep) he will sing to you or tell you stories of all the places he had been too or heard about.

He definitely will make you flustered when your with him on purpose.

He’ll flirt with you and you’ll just stand there with this red face and he’ll act like nothing happened. 

He is not a jealous man by any means, he trusts you with his whole being

His go to means of affection is kissing your knuckles or forehead.

I get the vibes that he adores fiercely independent people so he can sit back and watch you kick ass and be like “Look at what my baby can do” 

When he becomes king, you bet your ass you’re ruling next to him

He loves you to the ends of the earth

Legolas:

He absolutely adores you

VERY affectionate

Will call you pet names in elvish, whispering sweet little things in your ear

his go to means of affection is hugs from behind and holding your hands

You bet your ass that if you’re a human, hobbit or any non immortal race, he will give up his immortality.

He will teach you elvish if you don’t know it

His go to pet names are “Dear” and “My love”

He is very gentle, very loving

He’s extremely protective but that mainly stems from the fact that he has SEEN SHIT MAN.

If you want to fight, he will agree to it but he definitely will not like it

He’s not a jealous man at all, in fact other men’s advances kind of go over his head.

If you can’t sleep he will tell you stories that he’s lived through

Course, some of them are so exciting it defeats the purpose of sending you to sleep

He actually likes it when you go on adventures with him

He loves having you with him 

You definitely tease him for being thousands of years old. 

you love making him laugh

And he does that all the time because he gets to see that gorgeous smile.

Frodo:

The purest relationship. Ever.

He is very affectionate

EXTREMELY protective

He loves hearing stories of outside the shire and he loves sharing his experiences too

He loves hugs and my gods he is GREAT at giving them

He loves it when you play with his hair.

He is like Legolas in the sense that he definitely won’t be happy if you want to go into battle but he won’t stop you

He would prefer you to stay behind out of danger but again, he will not stop you if you want to go

his pet names are “Honey” and “Darling” 

He’s honestly so pure it hurts

There is a BIG difference in personality if you meet him before the events of Lord of the Rings

For one, he’s a lot more bubbly before 

When he comes back he clearly has seen some shit

Sad thing: When there’s a party he can’t hear screaming without thinking its a ring wraith so he has to leave early most times

You love him though and he DEFINITELY loves you.

Samwise: 

LOYAL. AS. HELL.

Has the sweetest personality

brings you flowers every other day

He is very adamant though about you staying behind on adventures, he will get frustrated if you end up going any way but he will not be able to remain upset with you

He also really doesn’t enjoy having to watch you run into battle

Danger in general, ESPECIALLY if it’s around you, terrifies him

You love hearing his stories, him telling you all about some of the crazy things he’s experienced

If you meet him before the events of Lord of the Rings, he will mainly tell you wacky adventures he got himself into with Frodo or Merry and/or Pippin

Hell, he does that even if you meet him after.

He actually refrains from telling you about life outside the Shire because it kind of gave him trauma.

His favorite forms of affection is kissing your knuckles

He will be that guy who works his ass off for you to be able to live comfortably

He loves you and will make sure you know that fact.

Calls you “my dear” or “Darling” 

Merry:

He’s a goofball.

Expect the unexpected. 

He will definitely do really crazy things to make you laugh

little bit of a prankster

By a little bit I mean: He’s a chaotic little shit

He loves you so much though and knows where to draw a line

He LOVES it when you want to go off and do shit

You wanna fight? Great, he’s charging with you

Wanna randomly dance in the woods? He’s dancing with you

He loves spending time with you 

He is SO loyal, always by your side

Watch someone try to separate you, he will kick their ass

He loves dancing with you

His favorite form of affection is holding your hand

Something about it is just so nice

He loves you so much, honestly he could spend HOURS gushing about you

Pippin and Frodo are always over for dinner, along with Sam

They love being around you two, watching their friend be so happy 

He calls you “Love” and “Dear”

He loves cooking for you, mY GODS HE LOVES IT

Pippin:

Like Merry, massive goofball

little more of a crackhead though

He is less of a prankster, more of a cracking jokes kind of guy

He’s totally a goofball and will do all sorts of  things to make you laugh

you genuinely love him and he adores you to pieces

if you meet him after the events of Lord of the Rings, he’s definitely more serious but not by too much

He’ll have a few moments where he’ll space out and you’ll have to tap him to get his attention

He clearly suffered so much trauma while on that trip

He definitely becomes more serious after everything

Yeah, he’ll crack a joke here and there but he’s definitely changed

He doesn’t mind if you want to go off and fight, but you bet your ass he will charge with you like Merry

He loves watching you be a badass

You love hearing the hysterical adventures that he’s gone on with Merry

He loves watching you sing and dance

he will sing to you on nights that you can’t sleep

His voice is hella soothing

He loves playing with your hair

He actually has a talent for making flower crowns

Boromir:

He absolutely adores you

piggyback rides while on adventures are definitely a thing

he loves making you laugh in slightly tense situations

Giant Spider pops out? His ass looks at it and then you “Why can’t we ever encounter giant butterflies?” and then charge like he said something inspirational that motivated him into battle

He doesn’t mind if you want to fight, he’ll just guard you the entire time

He’s fiercely protective over you

He loves being affectionate

Very attentive

Cold?

His cloak will be wrapped around you

Tired?

He’ll carry you

Sick?

He’ll take care of you

He loves you so much

He is kind of jealous. 

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust other people. 

He loves calling you “Princess/Prince” or “Sweetheart”

You love hearing about his life in Gondor

When he dies... oh gods

It breaks you

If you went with the Fellowship you were inconsolable 

His family gives you the horn of Gondor because they all are aware of him loving you

You two sadly have a bit of a tragic love story

Faramir:

Affectionate as fuck

Loves hugs, always has his hand on you in some sweet way

He loves you so much

He was always kind of the overlooked son so when he presented you as “Hey this is the woman/man I love” no one except Boromir notices

Boromir always looked as you as a sister/brother after that, loving the way his brother looked at you with so much adoration

He does not mind you wanting adventure one bit, so long as he’s charging next to you

He does not give a shit about a claim to the throne either

royal life does not suit this man as much as the adventure’s life does

He loves you so much

He is sort of reckless in battle and that worries you

it gets worse after Boromir dies

When you thought he died you were hysterical

Then Pippin made the observation that he was still alive

His father wasn’t hearing either of you

Then he turned out to be alive and you were so happy

Scolded the crap out of him for worrying you

You two love each other till the end

Gimli:

loves a woman/man who can hold their liquor

Oh he’s a complete crackhead

loves telling you stories of dwarven life

you love his wild stories

You keep his mind open

If your an elf he will refuse to be in love with you for a while

Oh you definitely have a kill count thing going on with him

He gets flustered when he sees you being a badass

He ain’t stopping you from doing SHIT

Wanna run into battle? Great, he’s supplying the swords and charging too

Wanna join the fellowship? He’ll complain about having to save another woman’s/man’s ass 

And then later get saved by you

He definitely enjoys watching you in battle

He loves hearing stories of your homeland

sure maybe your life isn’t as exciting but he loves hearing about your life

He’s not big on affection but if he’s excited, hugs. 

He also isn’t big on nicknames but he typically calls you “Lass”

He loves hearing you laugh

He says it’s like music

#gimli son of gloin #gimli x reader #lotr gimli #gimli #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x you #aragorn #aragorn imagine #aragorn x reader #frodo baggins #lotr frodo #faramir #boromir #merry and pippin #merry #pippin #samwise the brave #samwise gamgee

[ncitygirls]

yours - jaemin x f reader

fluff, smut, bffs2lovers, 3k

before joining you to your cousin’s wedding, jaemin had made a big deal about not being properly invited. as always, mark kept true to his habit of innocently causing trouble when it suited him. ‘i’m like family! where’s my invite!’ but it was hard to fault mark, because of course jaemin had been invited. somehow, his parents neglected to inform him that your cousin had rightfully assumed jaemin would know he was included in the na family’s invite. you said nothing though. especially when jaemin had briefly explained the reason for his displeasure. ‘we deserve our own invite, y/n. one for us together.’ which made no sense at all, because you’re just friends. you’re not together. however you had no idea you were alone in thinking that.

you see, jaemin was more acquainted with your family than some of your own relatives. he was invited to christmases, weddings, birthdays. basically any and all occasions your family saw fit to celebrate, jaemin was in attendance. yet surprisingly, even after having grown up alongside you and mark, a few of your more distant cousins were more than happy to express their displeasure with his more forward placed seat. because, like you keep reminding everybody: jaemin is just your best friend. but apparently, best friends didn’t reserve the rights to things you gave to jaemin. not in your extended family’s eyes. not that yours and mark’s family cared.

yet in the end, like most things regarding you, jaemin knew his attendance tonight had been a mistake. but not because of the petty feud his presence birthed in the lee lineage. oh no. it’s because, unlike most nights jaemin spends in your company - with your hair strewn about, mascara permanently smudged, and a lazy grin etched on - tonight, you were his least favourite kind of y/n. the one where he can’t help but follow you with his eyes, watch the placement of your feet, enjoy the shrill tone of your cackle. throughout the night, jaemin had found himself warmed by the way you drag your balled up fist over your made up eye, how you sing along to songs you don’t know the words to, how you wobble in your heels before you cling to him.

jaemin makes the mistake of enjoying you a bit too much. how you scowl as your relatives chat shit a bit too loud for you liking, how you make a scene of conspicuously covering his ears, unaware of how unbothered he is. how you try so hard to make him happy, in the smallest and largest of ways. so he drags you into a dance when you move to walk over, ready to rip your own blood a new one. “i’m gonna kill ‘em.”

“no,” he states simply, one of his hands slipping from your hand to your waist. “dance with me.”

“who do they think they are!” your voice adopts an unsettling shrillness that he can’t help but chuckle at. it even throws his head back. “why are you so happy? you should be mad!”

“because i don’t care,” he shrugs, tightening his hold on you slightly. “i’m here- you’re here. why would i not be happy?”

“you’re such a fucking leo.”

he still doesn’t know what that means, but he laughs anyway, happy that your deduction seemed to satisfy you. you eventually calm down, a peace settling over you as he spins you lazily around the dance floor. there’s some early 2000s track playing, one definitely unfitting for the way he’s swaying you. but you pay it no mind, speaking softly as he presses his cheek to the crown of your head.

“when do you wanna head up?” up, meaning the hotel room your relatives are also wound up about. it was intended for the bridal party and far travelled guests, neither of which they are. and neither of which you are. but you were your cousin’s favourite. and so was he. so naturally, you two had one reserved. even your parents had opted to stay at a cottage a couple roads over. “i think the boys are all gone already.”

he notes the guilt tainting your tone, knowing how drained jaemin grew from both physical and social interactions of any kind. so you knew well what his answer would be. “when you’re ready.”

“okay,” slipping out of his hold, you drag him over to the newly married couple. you exchange brief goodnights and grateful tidings before he excuses himself to find the jacket of his tuxedo. the search doesn’t take long, his eyes landing on the black coat a few seconds after parting. he does give himself a breather though, his knees cracking as the seat holding his jacket readily carries his weight. he doesn’t dare shut his eyes, knowing full well he’ll fall victim to his fatigue. so instead, he let’s them follow the one thing that always occupies his mind, that can keep him up all night. he finds you far quicker than he did his coat, the pink satin of your dress falling half way down your calf as you skipped over to bid some other guests farewell. he sighs happily, glad you never force him into such tedious pleasantries. you learnt a long time ago that while impossibly affectionate, jaemin’s social clock ticked a few hours faster than any one else’s. so by your timing, it had probably expired a little after the vows. it took a little bit of getting used to, but it also meant for quicker farewells and a speedier exit.

it’s only now jaemin realises this was a mistake. because before he ever gets his breather, less from you, but all the feelings that come from being with you, you’re at his side. he’s learned how not to cease up at your touch anymore. instead, linking his fingers with yours when they rest gently on his shoulder. when he peeks up at you, his eyes blinded less by the party lighting and more by your tired smile, he knows not to sigh, forcing down his body’s natural response to your attention. but when you tug at his hands, bringing him to stand, whispering a-

“let’s go home, yeah?”

he knows this isn’t a mistake. this is torture.

it’s how you pour him a tall, ice cold glass of domesticity with every meal. your hand wrapped in his as you lead him through the hotel. you slip out of your heels somewhere between the lobby and the elevator, grinning up at him as he takes them from you. jaemin even curses himself, his body responding to your needs unthinkingly. he tries to calm his beating heart by counting the floors, his eyes following the analog dial as you lean against his shoulder, fiddling with his cuffs.

“do you want them off?” you ask softly, barely a touch louder than the elevator music. he nods, though your gel nails are already picking at the gold, removing them with ease. “gimme the other one.” he inhales deeply, cursing whoever gave you to him. well, not really. you weren’t really his. but god did you act like it.

your hands slip into his pocket for the room key before slipping back into his hand. he just follows you out, caught in a happy daze as you take him ‘home’. you struggle a bit with the key card, trying it every which way before he leans into you, wrapping his arm around you as he reaches for the card. “the arrow’s pointing this way,” his thumb nail presses on the black arrow indicating the direction you have to push it. he doesn’t see you roll your eyes, but he guesses you do. so he presses his lips to your temple in apology. “you’ll get it next time.”

“piss off,” you laugh, pushing the door open when it clicks. he throws the heels and jacket on a chair by the door before collapsing onto the adjacent couch, his body ready to succumb to his dire need for rest. he can just about hear you rustling through the bags in the bathroom, your feet padding around on the linoleum. when it muffles slightly, he figures out immediately what you’ve returned for when you stop between his thighs. “thank you,” you sigh, his fingers already pinching at the zip on your dress. it sits low at the base of your spine, the back of the dress leaving you completely exposed. he’d taken to placing his hand there all night, his fingers gliding up and down the skin whenever he got the chance. when it’s down, his eyes linger on your hips, the top of your panties peeking out before you slap his knee.

“what?”

“the necklace,” your back is still turned, hair blocking his view. “please?” you add, hand smoothing over the skin of his knee.

“come here,” he pulls you down to sit between his thighs, his legs parting to make space for you. you land with a huff, quickly realising you haven’t sat down all night. jaemin realises this too, your neck craning a bit further to the side than necessary as he tucks your hair over your shoulder. “you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum, squeezing his thigh. “just a bit sleepy.”

“a bit?” he laughs, a little breathless as he gathers the chain he got you one christmas. “i think you’ve earned a good sleep.” he surmises, hands squeezing your shoulders gently. “but you know you were a guest today, right? not the planner?”

“yeah?” turning onto your knees, you glare down at him. “someone had to sort my uncle out, he was steaming!”

“yes, true,” he laughs. “just make sure you’re not doing that at my wedding.”

you feign surprise at that, “i’m invited to your wedding?”

“of course,” his hands squeeze yours earnestly before he whispers, “can’t have my wedding without the bride, can i-”

“fuck off!” his cackles chase you out the room. while you wash up, he makes quick work of his tux, throwing his slacks over the back of the couch, his thumbs slowly unhooking each of his buttons. a true man of leisure, he’s in all but his socks and draws when you return. “all done!” you sing, throwing the dress down as you reappear in an oversized t-shirt. he recognises it almost immediately from uni. it’s his soccer team’s jersey. it has his number on the back.

“finally,” he whines, pushing you aside as he makes his way inside, quickly locking the door to avoid your attacks. he goes to reach for his wash bag just to find the reason he did already waiting unpacked. in a small cup on the side is his toothbrush, resting sweetly beside yours. he ignores the hygienic implications of this and skips right to the romantic. because, while jaemin thinks and often dreams of placing your first name with his last, and while he spends most of his free time with you, and while he would take any number of bullets for you, he still can’t for the life of him figure you out. even after he bombards you with affection, praise, teasing, flirting, kisses. you’re still just you. making him just him.

and that’s fine, if that’s what you want. but he’s not sure he truly knows what it is you want. and this gets him thinking about the little things. how his hand is seldom empty in your presence. how you never think of him second, always first. how you want to be with him always. moments like now, when he returns to find you hanging his tux on its hanger, encasing it in its protective sleeve. his arms slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. and you melt instantly, resting in his embrace. “thanks,” he mumbles, lips pressing gently to your shoulder.

“‘is okay,” you hum, hanging it over the back of the door before resting your hands over his. see, hands never empty when you’re near. he sways you back and forth, his heart beating gently into your back as you lean into him. “did you have fun?” you ask, squeezing at his forearms, “i know we probably stayed later than you’d like-”

“it was great.” see, always putting him first. “did you want to stay longer?”

“not without you.” see, how you want to be with him always. he wonders how you don’t see it. how you don’t see you’re killing him. “come on,” you mumble, shutting off the light as you blindly drag him to bed. jaemin has an annoying habit of following you in, his body shuffling in after yours, rather than separating and meeting in the middle. it doesn’t allow you much room, by the time you reach your side, he’s encased you in his arms, legs, even his head, his chin slotting itself in the crook of your neck. “nana?”

“hm?”

“i’m sorry about today,” the apology doesn’t shock him, but rather your disappointment. “you’re more like family to mark and i than they ever were. tonight was just proof of that.”

“it’s okay,” he squeezes you a touch harder, trying to decipher whether your words harm or soothe the growing hole in his heart. “i can’t say i don’t see where they’re coming from.”

“what d’you mean?”

“i dunno,” he starts, thinking as his lips press to the back of your neck. “i guess i’d be confused by us too,” he mutters against your skin.

“how so?” you press, turning in his hold, gazing up at him. his eyes are more than used to the dark now as he gazes back down at you. you’re tucked right up to him, the covers strewn over your lower halves. he rests his temple on his palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you fiddle with his fingers. “what’s confusing?”

he shrugs as best he can, watching his hand in yours. “i dunno,” he repeats, grinning when you huff. “i just- i think it’s hard for people to get that i’m your friend,” he tries, “just your friend.”

“what else would you be?” what else? what else?!

“i dunno,” he repeats for the third time, though he knows exactly what you’d be. but you don’t need to know that. not when you seemed so happy, so satisfied with how things are already. and that’s what’s most important to him. your happiness. and jaemin couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t happy with how things are either, he just knows there could be more to you both, more to this. more to him than being your best friend. but maybe it’s for another night. like he tells himself every time you push a topic you’re not remotely ready to breach. “let’s forget it-”

“no,” he flinches, just preparing to settle down for sleep. “am i missing something? if i am, just tell me.”

“i-” he drops his forehead to yours then. he’s so close, your eyes have to cross just for you to see him. it’s only when he rises you see a change in him. a nervous jaemin isn’t one you’re use to. it’s one that you would rather never see, it truly worries you. especially as he agrees, a small “okay,” leaving him before he kisses the tip of your nose, his lips barely puckered as they meet the skin. he grins as he does, his teeth gleaming in the moonlit room, his eyes open just wide enough to see you. his lips drop to your cheek, warming as your skin does. he hovers there as your hand tightens on his arm, clinging to him. he daren’t move, afraid the slightest jolt will wake him, drag him right out of this sleepless dream. when your grip loosens, he drops his head until he’s right by your mouth, his lips daringly puckering before he presses them to the corner of your lips. he stills as yours do too, your soft lips, now embalmed in his memory, pressing there ever so gently before he rises once more. he waits a second, watching the smallest of shivers rack through you before he dips again, lips falling to your neck. he smiles against your skin, overjoyed as you subtly crane your neck. his teeth drag over your skin as he journeys down the column of your neck, your hands gripping onto him a touch harder when he stops.

his fingers glide along the skin of your side, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist. he stops short of your chest, locked mid motion as he watches you breathe. there is no haste in his movements. no need to rush anything. no need to hurry. all there is, is a beat. a steady one in his chest. one that holds him here, one where he can’t move, can’t bring himself to test the waters you’ve just dared he enter. not even as the pads of your fingers glide along the warm skin of his neck, nails dragging through his nape, silently daring him to move. he pants over your chest, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth as you ask him again-

“what else would you be, jaem?”

he moves unthinkingly. as his dampened lips meet the hardened nub through your t-shirt, sucking on you through the aged material. his rolls his teeth gently, his fingers at your side finding your neglected nipple as you whine out for him. he feels himself slipping into delirium, caught somewhere between a dream and reality, unsure where exactly he’d rather be. he decides it doesn’t matter, not when you’re there. here. with him. letting him touch you in ways he never really thought possible. ways jaemin only ever imagined, only ever let himself surrender to in the dead of night. in the solitude of his own shameful company. he never thought of this. not really.

he had hoped, maybe even prayed, but never truly believed he’d have you whimpering for him. your fingers falling in the gaps between his own, pressing his open palm harder against your thinly veiled heat, your hips rolling against it. jaemin never thought he’d hear your whines, the sound cutting through him like knives, like ice shooting through his veins. he never thought you’d want him. not like this.

“jaem,” he’s with you in seconds, his spit slick lips an inch above yours. he watches patiently as you grind up against his hand, feeling his fingers prod at your desperate heat.

“you wanna know what else i could be?”

you nod. “please.”

“i could be yours.”

#i haven’t got the range #also i have jaemin on the brain and friendship too! #meet me at the altar #ncitygirls #na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut #jaemin fluff #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct smut #nct fluff #needs another proofread #enjoy!

[mingiswow]

Relax | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: Hwasa x genderneutral!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Words: + 1.4k

Warnings: sub!hwasa, dom!reader, fingering (f), swearing, praising (hwasa), a little overstimulation, you call her baby a lot, not proofread,

⚠ If you’re under the age of 18 and/or don’t feel comfortable reading that type of content, I have a lot of other content here.

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

Request: Oh, my god. Can I just say your sub!hwasa fic was just so hot….. can I maybe request another one? Being a soft dom to hyejin after she comes home on a high after a performance?

The clock on the wall kept tick-tacking as you focused on your computer screen, finishing some details and retouches of the pictures you had to show your professor in the next class.

You were more than happy you had an all-rounder girlfriend, who gladly helped you in your project, being not only your muse, your inspiration, but your model as well. Ever since Hyejin entered your life a few years ago, everything changed, you never imagines that THE HWASA was going to fall for you, the clumsy intern that landed an internship at RBW and spilled coffee all over her in the first week.

To be really honest, everything about your relationship felt like a stupid cliche rom-com, from the way you met, how you became friends and were clueless about your feelings until some of your friends squared you two to talk about your feelings, your first kiss, your first time being intimate. Everything. What you didn’t expect was the first time she came to you and asked to dom her. It wasn’t something you expected but you didn’t deny it.

Hyejin was a very… interesting sub. She was compliant most of the time, behaving and doing as you say so. She rarely acted bratty, save for the occasions where she became jealous or felt like you were giving your college more of your attention than to her. Either way, you always got to make her enjoy herself.

You looked at the clock once again, 3 a.m., the time flew by but you managed to finish everything and send it to your professor. Hwasa was in a concert in town that much to yours and her sadness you couldn’t go - but you promised her you’d go the next day -, so she should be arriving in a few. So you decided to prepare some lavender and chamomile tea as well as a warm bubble bath for her, you had just bought this bath bomb that smelled like ylang ylang. Even though the concerts are always tiring and energy-draining, the first ones on a tour for your girlfriend were always the most exciting.

You had just finished melting the bath bomb and were playing with the bubbles when you heard her unmistakable singing voice. Yeah, she was definitely on a high from the adrenaline.

“Honey, I’m home” she sang, extending the “o” in home after she took her shoes and entered the house.

“On the bathroom”

She smiled widely looking at you and the bath, pulling you up for a kiss. “Is that all for me?” you nodded and kissed her lips again.

“I imagined you’d be high on adrenaline, so I prepared a relaxing bath and tea for you” she squeaked, her almost child-like persona always amazing you. “Take your clothes off and take a bath, I’ll grab your tea, ‘kay?” she nodded, already stripping out of her shirt.

You grabbed her favorite mug, a cute coral one that had matching drawings with yours, and served the tea, taking it back to the bathroom.

“You’re so good for me” she said as she heard your footsteps enter the place, eyes closed, neck resting comfortably on the little pillow you put, head thrown back, and a big smile on her face.

“I’m just doing what my perfect sweet girl deserves” Hwasa felt her cheeks burn at your words, the sweet pet names always putting her in a place of adoration and submission, she loved being your good girl, your sweet girl, your princess, your queen, she loved being yours with body and soul. “Take your tea and why don’t you tell me how was the concert”

Her eyes opened, hands grabbing the tea as she took a sip, enjoying the soft, sweet, and warm taste on her taste buds.

“It was great! The second nights are usually calmer because the first and the last ones are the fullers, which is funny because makes no sense-” she fired the words, excitement lacing her voice, even with all the downfalls of being an idol, she still loved to perform, to sing and inspire people.

As she spoke an idea popped into your mind. You slowly dipped your hand and arm in the water, searching for her tights and squeezing. A little squeak left her lips “keep talking, baby, I’m just helping you relax” Hyejin bit her lower lip, her eyes become instantly glossy, as you expected she was entering her sub space.

The singer went back talking as you massaged her tights, hand getting closer and closer to where she was starting to feel the heat rise. Instinctively she opened her legs, a smirk taking place on your lips. “S-so Byulie unnie went to perform her solo, it’s always good for- ahn, y/n” she lost her focus as soon as your fingers touched her clit.

“Keep going, baby girl. Be a good girl for me and tell me everything about today” with the other hand you grabbed her face, turning towards you and licking her lips. “Can you do that for me?” she nodded, lips searching for yours for a kiss, which you gladly complied, kissing her deeply, tongues dancing inside your mouths, breaths becoming more accelerated as you kissed and your fingers playing with her clit.

You two broke the kiss, Hwasa throwing her head back and taking a deep breath before speaking again, her voice as loud as a whisper, her mind becoming cloudy with arousal and pleasure. It was hard for her to properly form her words and sentences, she just wanted to enjoy your touch, but she knew if she didn’t finish you wouldn’t let her cum. And that was her priority.

“A-and… and… y/n I’m close, please, I… cum” the woman announced, her body, slipping into the bath, your fingers following the movement.

“But I’ve barely touched you, are you already going to cum?” she just nodded, eyes closed with pleasure, holding her orgasm the longest she could and your movements on the bud became faster. “Oh baby, you’re so sensitive. You can cum now” a rope of thank yous left her lips as she came, your fingers helping her ride her orgasm.

“y/n… please…”

“What is honey? Are you sensitive?” she nodded, the knot in her stomach building up again. “Can you take one more? Can you be a good girl and cum again for me?” she moaned, her honey voice being music to your ears. “Look at you, baby. Always so good for me, always taking what I give to you. I love you so much, my dear” her hands grabbed the edge of the bath, knuckles white from the strength.

You entered her pussy with two fingers, the water of the tub mixing with the wetness of her genital, a lewd sound filling the room. Hyejin moaned again. And again. And again. All she could do was moan as her walls clenched around your fingers while you pumped them in and out of her. “You pussy seems hungry, baby. Eating my fingers. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She loved your praises, if there was something about the woman is that the more you praised her, the more she would melt into you, do whatever you told her to.

Her torso flew to the front, a deep whine leaving her lips as one of her hands grabbed your arm. “Are you gonna cum again? Go on them, cum on my fingers” like a button was pressed, her walls clenched hard, almost trapping your fingers in. You loved to see her fucked out like that, voice hoarse from the moans, chest rising and falling and heart beating fast with euphoria and adrenaline, eyes glossy and heavy, the sweat drops falling down her beautiful tan honey skin. More than that, you loved Hyejin.

When you noticed her high was coming down, you took your fingers out of her, the woman whining at the emptiness. You gently kissed her lips, savoring the taste of her grape lip balm mixed with the salty taste of her sweat. The kiss seemed to come from two different people if compared to the previous actions.

��I love you” your girlfriend spoke, lips curled in her beautiful smile.

“I love you too. Now let’s get you dry and go to bed” you lifted yourself up, earning a whine from her. “I know what you want but you have one more show tomorrow, I can’t fuck your voice out” you leaned down again, grabbing her chin and looking into her eyes “even tho I wanted to, my beautiful girl can’t have her voice ruined. Be brave for me and wait until tomorrow’s show is over, yeah?”

“Fuck! You have such a good way with your words” you chuckled at her pout when saying the sentence, helping her to dry herself and going to lay together in bed, her body pressed close to yours. You both drift asleep very fast, smile stuck on your lips.

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