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Heeey just so you know you wrote Farther instead of Father in that comic

English is hard besides you're all intelligent people you get what I was trying to say so it's fine

[tzyunaes]

HOLD ME , CONSOLE ME ⟡ CLINGY S/O

𝖲𝖴𝖢𝖢I𝖭𝖢𝖳 ‎ ✷ ‎  𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.

[ 형선 ] 𓈒𓈒 bf!엔하이픈 ˖ 𝑓em!r g. fluff established relationship ──── EPHEMER𝒾S ( 74O ) cw. skinship && kissing.

jennifer says .. really mid and only hyung line cause i kinda ran out of ideas ://

LEE HEESEUNG──────the sun shone in its innate manner, basking a tranquil atmosphere. your head resting on your dear lover’s chest like it wasn't an annoying monday morning instead of a pleasant lazy sunday morning with your boyfriend.

he chuckled slightly when he saw you groaning by the realization and pulled you close, his arms curled around your waist, his eyes as observant as ever, “is my baby pouting?” he teased, not to mention how it only made your pout grow bigger.

“no. can you not go to work today please can you just stay here with me”, you murmured under your breath, drawing circles on his chest subconsciously and that's when he catches himself smiling faintly like a fool in love.

“you want me to stay here with you, doll? how about i give you two hundred and twenty two kisses and get out early from work tonight?” he whispered, already planting kisses all-over your face.

maybe to the point where he will achieve kissing your pouts away and exchanging into giggles.

PARK JONGSEONG──────you stare at your boyfriend from the couch as he got ready for office with a subtle pout on your face. he looked behind to face you as he fixed his tie for the last time, holding back the faint smile cause he didn't even need you to say it out aloud and already could tell what you were up to.

walking close to you, he cups your face with adoration in his eyes, “what, princess? don't want me to go to work?” he states rather than asking, noticing the frown on your face.

“no...why would i—” he cuts you off midway by leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. “you know i would oblige if you just said the word, doll. anything it takes to wipe that pout off your pretty face.”

you looked away from him, a pink ray visible on your cheeks, “stop you're too cheesy.” you retort, sighing when you realized that he was being serious.

“you don't have to skip, baby. just bring me boba and—” “cuddles. and as many kisses as you want, baby.”

SIM JAEYUN──────your sigh fell warm on jake’s chest, he patted your hair in a tender and devoted manner when you nuzzled closer to him. he loved it when you were more affectionate than usual cause it gave him chances to express more of his clingy side. who could blame him, you were too adorable.

“why do you need to go to work...” you mumbled under your breath and he smiled, “i know right. that's exactly what im saying like fuck you mean i have to leave for work instead of cuddling my pretty wifey all day!” he murmured, his body pressed against yours. you giggled, his arms around your waist grew tighter.

“stop—” your words are interrupted by him planting dozens of kisses over your face. trailing down to your throat, he buried his face on the crook of your neck.

“okay i made my decision. i’m not going anywhere today,” he muttered between kisses and the seriousness in his voice would never let you second that.

PARK SUNGHOON──────sunghoon stared at you as you climbed on his lap facing him with amusement prepped on his face but his arms reached out to be wrapped around your waist. you stared at his eyes for a moment as if it was a staring competition before leaning in and prepping a peck on his cheeks.

a chuckle left his mouth when he finally understood what you were trying to do and pulled you closer for another kiss.

“trying to distract me from the fact that i have to go soon, baby? you know you don't have to try, right? i get distracted by you even when you're breathing, princess,” he says as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, your cheeks soon turned into a shade of pink by his teasing.

“that's not true, hoon. you're so wrong.” he just chuckled without another word and continued leaving kisses, although he was ready to leave for work.

with the last peck on your forehead, he got up, not forgetting to whisper, “don’t worry, angel, i'm gonna get out early for you.”

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𓈒 ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN THEY GIVE YOU A HICKEY˒

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HEESEUNG (이희승)

you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing your hair, when suddenly you feel a presence behind you. before you can react, strong arms gently wrap around your waist, pulling you close. You recognize his scent even before you turn around—heeseung.

his warm breath tickles your ear as he leans in to leave a soft kiss on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. a gasp escapes your lips. his lips linger for a moment, imprinting a gentle mark on the side of your neck.

turning to face him, cheeks flushed, you meet his eyes  "baby," you murmur softly.

his arms tighten around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "so perfect," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "i want everyone to know you're mine."

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JAY (박종성)

you and jay are wrapped up in each other's arms. his fingers trace gentle patterns on your back.

as you tilt your head slightly to rest it against his chest, jay's lips find your jawline with a feather-light touch. his kiss lingers for a moment longer than usual, leaving a subtle mark.

you can't help but blush as you feel the warmth spreading across your skin. "jay," you whisper.

he chuckles softly, his breath tickling your ear. "oops," he teases playfully, his fingers trailing along your cheek. "I guess I got carried away."

JAKE (심재윤)

you and jake are spending a quiet evening together, lounging comfortably on the couch. out of nowhere, jake leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, catching you pleasantly off guard. his lips linger for a moment before he pulls back slightly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"you know," he says in a teasing tone, his fingers tracing light patterns on your arm, "I've been thinking about something."

"oh?" you reply, a smile playing on your lips as you meet his gaze.

"yeah," jake continues, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leans closer again. this time, his kisses trail from your lips to your neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses. you feel a slight shiver run down your spine as he finds a spot on your neck and playfully sucks, leaving a hickey.

"jake?" you breathe out, a mixture of surprise and excitement in your voice.

jake grins, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek. "Can you blame me?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "You're just too irresistible."

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

the party buzzes around you, but your attention only on sunghoon. you find yourselves in a quiet corner, away from the crowd. sunghoon's hand rests gently on your waist as he leans in to whisper something playful in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

suddenly, sunghoon pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a gentle yet intense kiss. his tongue sneaks out, gently flicking against your bottom lip. he can taste the sweetness of your lip balm, the faint hint of your favorite lipstick. when he finally pulls back, his lips linger just inches from yours.

sunghoon's gaze intensifies as he leans in to press a trail of kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. he pulls back slightly, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement as he takes in the marks he's left.

"you know," he murmurs, a playful smile dancing on his lips, "I think I might have kissed you more than I should've tonight."

You chuckle softly, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks. "maybe," you tease back, unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips.

SUNOO (김선우)

you and sunoo are lounging together on a lazy afternoon. sunoo's arm is draped casually over your shoulders, his fingers idly playing with a strand of your hair as you lean against him, feeling completely at ease.

as you talk, sunoo suddenly leans in to press a kiss against your neck. Ii's not just a gentle peck; it's a bit more intense, leaving a faint mark on your skin.

"sunoo," you say softly, a mix of surprise and amusement in your voice.

he pulls back slightly, his eyes widening as he notices the mark he's unintentionally left. his cheeks flush slightly, but a proud smile spreads across his face.

"oh," Sunoo says sheepishly, his fingers gently tracing over the mark. "I didn't mean to... um, leave that. but it looks good i guess,"

JUNGWON (양정원)

you and jungwon as you stand together in a quiet corner of the park. his hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin tenderly as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss

as jungwon pulls back slightly, his eyes meet yours, filled with a mischievous glint. a playful smile curves his lips as he leans in again, this time pressing a kiss to your neck. his lips linger just a bit longer, deliberately leaving a mark—a gentle hickey.

he chuckles softly, his breath tickling your skin. "sorry," he says with a playful grin, his fingers tracing the outline of the mark he just made. "couldn't resist."

you playfully swat his arm, though you can't hide the smile on your face. "I can tell," you reply teasingly.

jungwon's grin widens as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips. "well," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice filled with affection, "a pretty mark for a pretty girl."

RIKI (西村力)

you and riki are spending a relaxed evening together, sitting close on the couch while watching a movie. riki's arm is draped over your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm as you lean against him.

during a particularly intense scene in the movie, riki leans in and presses a soft kiss to your neck. His lips linger for a moment longer than usual, leaving a gentle mark—a hickey—next to where he kissed.

"Riki," you say softly, a mix of surprise and amusement in your voice your hand instinctively touching the spot where his lips just were. 

he looks at you innocently, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "hmm? what's that mark?" he asks, feigning ignorance and pointing to the faint hickey.

you raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. "oh, I wonder how that got there," you reply, teasing him back.

riki chuckles softly, leaning closer until his lips are inches from yours. "maybe I should kiss it better," he suggests, his voice husky with desire.

[salemsuccss]

You're Gonna What!?

[Synopsis]

In which your gf of 5 months says some diabolical shit to you after her first win as a Dallas Wing.

[Warnings]

Reader is poc coded sorry not sorry, reader is also on the chubby side sorry not sorry, reader is around 5'6, suggestive, cursing duh, im dyslexic so chill on me, wlw duh

"I'm gonna get you pregnant."

"You're gonna WHAT!?"

~past

You were setting with a majority of UCONN students in Mohegan Sun Arena, watching as the Huskies finest, rule the court against Iowa State. It had been a few months since the devastating loss against them in the final 4, and boy, were they eating them up. The score read 101-69 as the final buzzer hit.

They had won by a landslide. The crowd went crazy, and so did you... maybe a little too much, but who cares. You were jumping with your bestie, Kayla, as you locked eyes with a certain blonde hooper.

It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like hours. You look away, ignoring the burning feeling of your cheeks lighting up your brown skin. "Hey, we should go get drinks," Kayla shouts in your ear after getting a text from her friend on the team. She looks down at her phone before squealing and looking back at you with a glint in her eye.

"Aurbrey said the team's gonna be at the Husky Den, aka Ted's." You giggle at her reaction and agree to go with her.

Y'all finally arrive at the infamous Huskey Den after blasting music and belting. Kayla parks as you check your makeup and fix your French curl braids back into an updo. You shudder as you hop out the car, the December air nipping at your exposed skin since you chose being hot as fuck over being warm (not blaming you). Fixing your black jean mini skirt back over you ass, just barely covering it, grabbing your phone, gloss, and sliding your ID into your case.

You get a few stares from men and lovely yet flirty compliments from the ladies. Y'all head straight to the bar and immediately take down a shot of tequila before ordering a bubbly drink to sip on. Your eyes flicker to the entrance as the Huskies walk through the door, eyes locking with the blonde hooper again. But this time, you don't look away from her, the liquor in your system giving you courage.

Paige keeps her eyes on you as you and Kayla greet Aurbey and the others. You greet the girls before they run off on live with. A giggle leaves your throat before you bring your attention back to Paige, who's now standing closer to you. She stares down at you with a lazy smirk.

But now that you're standing here…you can't escape her.”It's nice to finally meet you, though you were avoiding me.” A light blush grazes your cheeks as you look away from her, "I haven't been avoiding you." You say lightly, quickly taking a sip of your drink. “Bullshit, Azzi, and KK told me you disappear anytime I'm in the vicinity,” her tone sharp, eyebrows raised at the end of her sentence.

“Hey Ma.” Your breath catches in your throat, “Hi Paige.”A soft quiet envelopes both of you despite being in a noisy bar. You've never met Paige despite having almost the same friend group and hanging out at their dorms a lot. For the sheer fact that you had a crush on her, everyone knew, but Paige…so you assumed.

Anytime the team tried to get you to hang out with her, you bailed. They even tried to trick you into being alone with her. You turned into houdini, surprising Kk and Azzi when you blasted into their dorm, cursing them for setting you up.

Her voice hits you just right, you catch her eyes before looking away again, ”Okay maybe I have been avoiding you,” you open your mouth to justify yourself, before closing it immediately, “I'm gonna hit the bathroom um brb.”She chuckles as you dart to the bathroom, snatching Azzi on the way with some protest.

“You left me with her!” You whisper scream to Azzi as I rush into the bathroom. She huffs with a shrug, “We were getting tired of you ditching hangouts just cause you won't just confess to her. You know she already knows, right?” She crosses her arms. You stand of a second taking in her words, feeling guilty for a second…before it hits you.

“What do you mean she knows, yall didn't tell me, I don't even talk to her, I barely see her. Omg, was it that one time in the lecture hall? No wiat, we dont have a lecture together, I basically treat her like a vampire,” You ramble on before Azzi stops you. “Shush, she sees you at games a lot. She's also in your class, but she lays low to not spook you.” Flushing at that last part, hand rubbing the back or your neck as Azzi continues,

“Go take a shot and get your confidence back. You're too hot to be running from her.” Nodding, you agree with her. Quickly, you fix your keyhole top and skirt again. You admire how some of your chub peeps under your shirt as Azzi hands you her back up gloss and liner.

A few fixes and you head back out to Paige. Azzi pats you on the butt before going back to the girls on live. Hitting the bar quickly, you grab a shot…well two. Paige sees you down your shots quickly before making your way to her. Her eyes glance over you, taking in your short skirt paired with a keyhole top with black strap wedges. Your french curl braids were in a half up half down, the purple and black curls framing your face perfectly.

A giggle leaves your throat as you finally stand in front of her, “You look like you wanna eat me.” Pagie licks her lips before answering you, "I do. I've been waiting for you to stop running so I could." Her words hit you to your core…both of them. As your words get caught in your throat, you feel Paige grab your hand and you into her. She leans down before whispering in your ear, “Are you gonna run or can finally get to know you?” Not trusting you voice you nod when she pulls back away from you. “I'm staying right here.” With that, she pulls you out of Ted's and straight to the dorms to talk...definitely.

After that night, y'all were inseparable. You went to her practices whenever Geno didn't ban her from them, she came to the library with you to watch you write fics and do homework, y'all went to new restaurants, she randomly surprised you with picnic dates after practice to your favorite garden. It only took Paige 12 days to make yall official. She was not playing about locking you down. She had you get all dressed up, pretty black jellyfish dress and heels, before taking you to dinner and ending at a garden she rented out for you.

Life was perfect, and ‘calm’ until May 27th.

It was the game of the year, in your opinion. Paige Bueckers back in Mohegan Sun Arena, the place you first met. Then, as a UCONN Husky, now a first pick Dallas Wing. This was a big game for Paige. She never lost a game in this arena, and she sure as hell wasn't today.

You were with your sister, little nephew on your hip. Paige loves when you interact with your nephew, Shawn, it brings something out of her. Something so soft, it's actually so sweet. Your nephew loved Paige, vice versa. He reminded her of Drew, a sweet goofy soul, just like hers. She smiled as yall waved at her during halftime, taking that as a sign to go hard. And go hard she did. The final score was 109-87, another win for Paige at Mohegan Sun Arena. The crowd was crazy, and so were you. You handed your nephew to your sister before heading to the tunnel to greet your sweaty lover.

~present

“Paige!” I yell her name when I see her, towel around her neck, freshly out of the locker room, backpack on. Looking oh so fine after throwing down on the court. She turns to see who's calling her, her eyes locking with mine as she lights up. I run over to her, wrapping my arms around her tall frame. “Eeek your first wnba win baby. I'm so proud of you!” Felling her arms wrap around me, hand tapping my thighs to jump up. Her arms lock under my legs as she lifts me and takes me further down the tunnel, away from all the yelling and cameras. “Thank you so much, ma. I had to do my big one being in the arena we first met in,” She says as she lightly kisses my head.

We reach a slightly closed off area and she sets me down with a kiss. Still holding me tight, she lays her head in my neck.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant.” She whispers in my ear.

I feel Paige let go of my hand as she doubles in laughter. “[Y/N] baby, I love you so much but shut the fuck up.” I giggle watching her, hands on her knees, cracking up. “It was a valid thought “, I say with a shrug. I turn as a hear a small pattern patter of feet coming up to us. “Paige!” A little voice screams out. Paige quickly stands up before catching a tiny Shawn in her arms. “Hey lil dude, did you enjoy the game?” I watch as he nods and interacts with her.

“You're gonna WHAT!?”, I whisper shout as I pull away from her in shock. “Paige Madison Bueckers, what the hell are you on!” I look at her sideways as she laughs. “M'sorry I just love watching you and Shawn interact. Makes me think of our future.” I lock eyes with her, mine slighty glossing over as she holds my face.

“I have to be ovulating or something, thats so fucking sweet baby. But we're 5 monthes in, lets come back to this in a year or two.” Paige pouts but nods, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. Grabbing her hand, I lead us back to the main part of the tunnel, I start thinking, “How would you even get me pregnant, your strap is good but not that good. Kinda magical, actually.”

“Makes you want one, hmm?” My sister says from behind me. I side eye her for scaring me a bit, “ Yeah, she said she was gonna get me pregnant, and I told her in a year or two, but I want a family with her real bad.”

A smile reaches my eyes as Paiges eyes meet mine, her smile reflecting mine. It's one of a hopeful future, a family.

sigh it's finally done. it's my first actual onshot on here since my wattpad days. any feedback is welcomed, but keep it so cute

~bye byeeee :3

[erinsturniolo]

i don’t want you like a best friend - M.S

summary: bestfriend!matt and “bestfriend”!reader at a party with unknown desires for eachother.

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, lots of smut, shower sex, swearing, underage drinking, very few uses of y/n (I tried to put it in here no times but I couldn’t!! I’m so sorry omgggg I hate it too dw 😭)

may make you get mad: “that’s not fitting.” “I’ll make it.” I know. I hate this too but his dick is like seven inches and tbh any girl would be lucky to have all seven inches regardless of height. also I’m new to smut writing so I may suck at explaining shit and have horrid grammar. I myself don’t know what (juno) position they are in but I’m too lazy to fix it so.. finally, “pretty sounds” cringy af but I used moan and groan and idk what else there is

if u wanna take inspo from this (thank you!) idc as long as you don’t copy my entire thing. but if your under 18 fuck off, no smut for you 👎

word count: idfk?? find out yourself xx

(this isn’t gonna be realistic, I’ve never been to a party or hooked up with anyone before so 😭 I feel a lot of us here on Tumblr haven’t. we’re saving ourselves for Matt 😭😭😭)

(this is my first time writing a smut fanfic, first sturniolo fanfic and first Tumblr fanfic! sorry it might be bad, not proofread. just trying out writing instead of reading!)

(english is NOT my first language. if I spelled a word wrong or something DONT BLAME ME, LOVE MADE ME CRAZY. (iykyk))

I ACCIDENTALLY CHANGED IT TO I INSTEAD OF YOU HALFWAY THROUGH OH MY GOD IM SO FUCKING SORRY IM DUMB AF

You were just hanging out with one of your friends, gossiping about the latest rumors around your school when you got an invite to the biggest party of the year. Thrown by the one and only sturniolo triplets, they were known for throwing the most lavish parties and sneaking in drinks for everyone to have. Their parties also earned the reputation of the place to hook up. You and the triplets were best friends, but you were especially close with Matt. You secretly have a desire for Matt that no one knows, not even your best friends. When you saw the invitation you squealed. “f/n, we need to go shopping for dresses, right now!” And so you did, you went to every store when you found the perfect dress. A short dress with a black dress part and gold straps and trim. It was perfect, but you could only imagine Matt taking it off.

you and your friend arrived at the part around 9:00pm. The lights are on and music is blasting, even from outside. You and f/n park at the end of the 50-ish line of cars. You finally step into the party and are immediately greeted with booming music and a drink to start, you take the drink and glance around at everyone. The party had only started 30 minutes ago but people were already on the dance floor. You scanned the crowd specifically looking for one person. Matt. “Girl who are you looking for? You’ve been to these parties before, come on!” F/n yells over the loud music, yanking your arm and entering the dance floor. You started having sips out of your drink, and sat down at the kitchen island. “Hey! I’ve been looking for you for so long, where were you?” You turn around to see Matt, in a leather jacket and pants, you glance up and down at his body. Shocked on how good he looks. “oh, my friend just pulled me to the dance floor, I was looking for you too!” You giggle, while your hands begin to shake trying to maintain eye contact and not dick contact. “you? on the dance floor?” Matt teased “don’t even right now.” you tried to hide your grin as he kept teasing and laughing at you.

the time with Matt went by so fast. Your conversation lasted around an hour before you both realized how long you had been talking, and the party was livelier than ever, you and Matt had been pulled back onto the dance floor. The amount of people in the crowd was making your body be thrown around like you were in a washing machine. You finally caught up to matt, who was significantly taller, making it easier for him to get through. “Jesus Christ, it’s like a mosh pit in there.” You laughed “that’s because it is a mosh pit.” Matt informed you. You glanced up at Matt when you heard yelling from behind, you turned around to see Nick and Chris fighting for approximately the 1989th time. “No, cause-!” Chris was cut off by Matt’s yell for them to stop. “whatever, I’m gonna go get some a drink, you guys want any?” I said in annoyance by the mosh-pit-like crowd. “nah- jinx!”Nick and Chris said at once, then continued to fight over who said “jinx” first. “I’ll come, I’ll have to protect you from the crowd or else you’ll get trampled.” Matt chuckled. I chuckled back, but what he didn’t know is that that sentence sent butterflies through my stomach.

I opened the cabinet to grab another bottle of liquor and was only a centimetre away from the bottle, even in my tippy toes. Matt was on his phone, and I didn’t want to bother him, so I just tried to get it myself. I groaned in annoyance at the fact I couldn’t grab it myself, so I climbed onto the counter. I finally caught the bottle and was about to climb down when my foot slipped and I fell, but I didn’t fall. someone caught me?

Matt. motherfucking matthew sturniolo caught me, he is my best friend but still. I was in his arms looking up into his eyes like a dumb puppy. I was so stunned that I didn’t even realize the entire bottle of liquor emptied onto my dress. “shit- sorry.” I say as I try to stand up and clean myself off with the nearby paper towels. “no it’s fine, I should have helped you-“ Matt tries to say “no no Matt it’s okay, my fault entirely. how dumb did I have to be to climb up there?” I apologize, Matt chuckles “we don’t have much paper towels, let’s get you cleaned up” Matt says as he grabs my arm and pulls me toward the bathroom. “here you go-“ Matt says as he hands me a handful of toilet paper. with any other person I would be fine with the setting, but not with Matt. being in the bathroom with Matt probably seemed normal to everyone except me. it seemed like a fanfiction, a dream. I’m so lost in thinking about how romantic it is that he - MATTHEW STURNIOLO is in the bathroom with me, that I didn’t even think to look up. But much to my surprise Matt was staring right at my eyes. “oh-sorry. your eyes are just really pretty, whoever is your boyfriend in the future would be lucky to have you” Matt stutters, I freeze. did Matt just say, I’m pretty? “o-oh! thank you Matt” I smile blushing like a ripe-RIPE tomato. Matt giggles, I glance over and I realize that 10 seconds ago I swear the bathroom door was open, but now it’s closed. I look back at matt and he must have saw the lust in my eyes, and I saw the lust in his. I could tell that look, even if I haven’t hooked up with anybody before. the look of lust, wait no- love.

I stutter “m-Matt? why’d you close the do-“ “you know y/n.” Matt says while putting his hand on my cheek. I lean into him, he leans into me. and in that moment, I kiss him. I know, me, kissing Matt? but no, it’s happening. right now, I close my eyes and just stop thinking. it feels like both me and Matt are stunned at what we’re doing, but it both feels magical. He pulls me in and turns so my back is leaning against the sink counter. we let go of the kiss and Matt moves his hand toward my hip, and placing the other on my shoulder, fiddling with my dress strap. I place one hand on the back of his neck and one on his belt. I lean in again but Matt leans into my neck and starts playfully kissing it. I let out a small groan and start fidgeting with his belt. “matt-“ I try to say but matt cuts me off. “shh” matt whispers, and pulls my strap of my dress to the side of my shoulder. I fidget with Matt’s belt, but what I didn’t know is that it comes undone easily, and his pants are only held up by his belt. all of a sudden Matt’s belt crashes onto the floor and so does his pants. “fuck sorry Matt” I whisper. Matt pulls away and suggests me “how about I make us even? hmm?” I nod my head as he pulls a strap of my dress off, then the other. I put my hand under his shirt and slowly lift his shirt. Next thing I know my dress is on the ground and Matt’s shirt and pants are on the ground and Matt is turning on the shower.

Matt steps into the shower and throws his boxers off and out of the shower, I undress slowly but get pulled into the shower by Matt, still in my underwear. “I couldn’t wait.” Matt says seductively. I glance down and freeze. “like what you see?” Matt chuckles “that is not fitting.” I speak “I’ll make it” Matt whispers. he places his hands on my underwear and glides it off grinning. Matt grabs my hips and pins me against the foggy, cool glass. I place my hands on his checks and start kissing him. Matt pulls me closer and bites my lip, making me groan. He takes a hand off my hip and onto his dick, and starts teasing me with his dick, I can’t help but moan. My lips let go from his as I bite my lip. “there you go, keep making those pretty sounds for me.” Matt moans as he slides his length into my pussy, I practically scream at how good it feels, my head flings back in pleasure as he wraps my legs around him. He holds my body and bounces it to reach maximum pleasure, with each bounce, he goes faster. And so do my moans. I’m moaning as fast as I can and as loud as I need, I’m positive other people can hear but I don’t care. I can feel the knot in my stomach start to build up. “m-Matt g-gonna c-“ I stutter before creaming all over Matt’s veiny, throbbing dick. Screaming at how good it feels. Matt keeps me bouncing on his dick, just waiting for himself to cum. He starts moaning and I knew what was about to come (see what I did there 🤭)”shit y/n I’m about to co-“ Matt gets interrupted by my moans of his cum filling my walls, painting them white. “oh my fuck- I” I stutter before Matt lifts me off his dick and onto the ground. I land on my knees, panting like a dog. “oh my god, that felt so good.” I moan, Matt puts his hand on my chin and pulls my face towards him. “just wait for the car.”

[spinjitsuburst]

I just saw that art u rbed to here from ur main and like while its an amazing peice of art its in own right MY EYES ZOOMED ONTO ONE ARMED LLOYD im so curious where that hc comes from if u wanna ramble abt scar and injury hcs id love to hear genuinelylike. I love scar hcs yeah

I'M SO SORRY THIS ASK TOOK SO LONG BUT OH MY GOD I LOVE TALKING ABOUT DESIGN AND SCAR HEADCANONS SO LIKE GHDFSGHKJFDG

generally i draw the ninja in a pretty vague "around or after crystalized but before DR" timeline so that's what i'm operating under with these headcanons

also i didn't draw zane here cuz android bodies confuse me and i also got. lazy hgkfdsghkjf but i'll do his someday

lloyd's 20~ and the other ninja are mid 20s~

FIRST UP MY FAVS

starting with lloyd i give him a dragon tail and oni horns, as well as pointed ears. he's got a semi-grunge/goth style so i usually draw him with piercings and stuff. he lost his arm during the events of hunted to me but i dont really have a set event in mind for it. his back was SUPER damaged during the sons of garmadon fight and sometimes has to wear a back brace, and his ankle flares up from time to time

jay kept a lot of his scars hidden for a while because they came from skybound (some of his worst injuries lingered from the timeline). not sure whether he's come clean to the ninja yet or not. the marks on his wrist and ankle are from vengestone cuffs on the ship (blame hat because they gave jay vengestone cuffs in bbnb and it broke my brain so my jay has them now). the wound on his side is from skybound as well. ironically his face scar is NOT from skybound, but he was blind in that eye after skybound and hid it from the team. the current scar is from a fight where an enemy sliced a knife up the side of his face, and his lightning reacted badly and struck him while also striking the enemy. he almost died it was NOT a fun day for anybody. also he's a trans man so top scars!!

nya's scars are fun, she obviously has the tiger widow venom scar from skybound (kai finds out about that one after it gets infected cuz she wasn't taking proper care of it after the timeline reset, and he was NOT happy about it) but she also has lichtenberg scars on her hand from a time jay was holding it and accidentally shocked her badly with his powers. he starts wearing gloves after this incident. she also, of course, still has the markings from her time merged with the sea. they glow blue when she uses her powers, and her eyes are more glowy now as well (she kinda looks like a cryptid)

kai's deceptively scrawny. he has basic muscles but he's super skinny, so a lot of people think he isn't as strong as the rest of the ninja. however he's CRAZY strong and has a solid core. He also has a bunch of scars all over his hands from his time as a blacksmith. They're mostly little burns and nicks, but there's one that stretches across his hand from when he accidentally grabbed a hot blade. he also has a lot of body hair

cole is chubby but INSANELY strong, even without super strength. he has a bunch of scars, especially on his arms, from being tanky and blocking blows with his body. most of his scars are ninja related, but he does have one on his leg from a dance accident. nothing major, but the scar stuck around. he also has his ghost scar that goes over his eye somewhat, causing his pupil to be an unnatural green

also a height chart for comparison! one day i'll do zane too but i got lazy. hard to figure out scars for a nindroid, but i imagine that under his plating, the side of his face will ALWAYS have glowing gold scars from the overlord, no matter how many times he makes a new body or tries to fix them

[menelaiad]

Hi! I know your favorite character is Menelaus (mine too) and I wanted to ask you, what is your opinion about him in Euripides’ Oresteia? And in Euripides’ Helen? Because as I see, the Homeric Menelaus is a little different, and Euripides didn’t despict him as a nice character.

Thank you for your answer in advance! :)

hi, there!

heck yea! fellow menelaus stans unite, let's make jackets or smth.

UHHHHH i spoke about this a lot in my recent MA thesis and it's the foundation for my phd (or at least a big chunk of it) and yes i'm sorry this bitch is going off about her academics again.

so. euripides was athenian and it's fairly safe to say that the athenians altered menelaus characterisation on a HUGE scale and it was mainly euripides as he wrote the most works featuring him. and it's also fairly safe to say that euripides didn't like menelaus OR helen OR hermione simply because they were spartan and given the context of his time, he couldn't really be pro-sparta. so, he used menelaus' family in a myriad of ways to just mock ALL spartans and spartan culture. i won't go into that too much now and i'll focus specifically on the plays you asked about! :)

ORESTES (i assume you meant orestes? aeschylus did the oresteia but euripides just did this one?): so here we see .... menelaus being not very great with his family. but not in a mean way he's just .... useless .. coward like almost? he's a big fence sitter tbh. he doesn't wanna get involved in orestes' shit and that is painfully obvious. again. that's meant to make menelaus look shitty that he doesn't care about his family and his brothers death and his nephew literally having visions of hell BUT. personally? i dont blame him ASDFGHJK. man just got his wife back. got home. dealing with grief and loss and survivors guilt and maybe ptsd and shit .................... and then orestes turns up like 'help me fix my problems' BRO HE GOT HIS OWN DAMN PROBLEMS. and THEN they're like 'ok uncle that's cool. we're gonna kill ur wife and daughter though' LIKE LEAVE THE OLD MAN ALONE. i LOVE menelaus and agamemnon's dynamic. so i'm not saying menelaus didn't care about aga and aga's family. im NOT saying that. but (and i KNOW its my modern perspective) i can see why menelaus couldn't be arsed. and he wasn't even mean about it? he was just nonplussed. AGAIN the ancients would have HATED that, but my modern ass can relate tbh. and lets not forget. he's caught between a rock and a hard place. if he helps orestes, he risks greek wrath. which (in this play anyway) is already strong enough against him cause of helen and troy. so like. euripides has kinda put him in this impossible situation and then makes him the 'stupid funny lazy ass not helpful uncle' guy when he just backs out. which i think is unfair. AND TO TOP IT OFF. APOLLO COMES AND THEN TAKES HIS WIFE. AFTER EVERYTHING HE DID TO GET HER BACK. justice for this old man i s2g.

HELEN: OH HERE WE GO! SO helen is often referred to as a tragi-comedy which i think is very accurate. and euripides is using it to condemn war as a whole (athens had recently suffered a big loss) like if helen wasn't even in troy what was the point of the war? he makes menelaus very .... pathetic, for lack of a better word. and helen seems to take the reigns in their relationship, which would have been a huge no-no to the athenian audience. it would have made helen look domineering and unmanageable and menelaus weak and foolish. he also has menelaus cry a lot. cry and lament his losses as a king. again, the athenians would have hated a man crying. a GREEK HERO crying. but we have our 21st century vision and tbh ................ menelaus is fantastic in this play. he is so. real. he is so human. he is a man who is tired. who is lonely. who is heartbroken. a man who meets his wife who isn't his wife but actually is his wife ... and we're supposed to laugh at him because he's confused? he gets lambasted by so many characters and it's supposed to be funny and i think it is! i do think menelaus in helen is just .... an incredible character. he's so funny. he's so NORMAL. he reacts how you would expect a man to react. you see so many menelaus' in this play. menelaus defeated. menelaus in love. you see a menelaus in action when he comes up with the plan against proteus but also a man who respects his wife and knows when to shut up. i, much like the athenians back then, do have a giggle at menelaus in this play. but i don't hate him. it makes him all the more endearing to me and i love him.

these two menelaus' are (shockingly) two menelaus' that i like! i love helen's menelaus and i'm indifferent to orestes' menelaus tbh. but i think they're fine as portrayals and they make sense to me!

overall, me and euripides have a complicated relationship. some of his menelaus' i cannot tolerate. and some i adore. and i can actually connect his helen menelaus and his iphigenia in aulis menelaus to homeric menelaus. they're not identical by any means, but the way he behaves and his choices and stuff. you can see homeric menelaus in there somewhere, which is why i love them so much.

[08melancholie]

Coated. — Micah Bell/Reader

tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Feelings, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook (Red Dead Redemption 2), Location: Valentine (Red Dead Redemption), Short & Sweet, Short One Shot, Soft Micah Bell, Pining, Pining Reader, reader is lowkey a bit of a freak, Female Honorifics and Terms, a bit ooc but you can't blame me i just want him so bad, Obsession, Obsessive Behaviour, Unresolved Sexual Tension

summary: It felt unreal; the smell of musk, gunpowder and smoke, the leather fabric dragging over your undershirt, the way it hung over your body, threatening to slip off with every movement from the size difference. A storm always ruined your plans, usually. Though, you were finally glad for the change of weather, seeing how much it benefitted you tonight.

a/n: micah bell fluff im sorry guys cant help myself lawd....... i want him to give me a bear hug and tell me itll be ok

Not proofread !!!!

words: 3,288 | AO3 LINK

Valentine always smelled the same, and it would instantly attack your nostrils when you'd exit the almost run-down saloon after a night out. Today, a fraction of the gang had one of the more successful jobs, and decided to treat themselves to a drink out in the nearby town instead of in camp, like they would usually. You were part of the fraction; having accompanied them on quite a few jobs as of recently.

It was a high-risk robbery, and it went so much smoother than any of the men you did the job with expected it to. So, it was obvious drinks would be needed. Maybe getting yourself drunk is exactly what you needed; whether or whether not you did, you were going to do it. And get drunk you—somewhat—did. You were a bit cheap, so you stopped yourself at tipsy with four shots of whiskey and a few rounds of beers that Arthur generously paid for everyone. Most people actually tapped out before you; surprisingly. Your guess was that they were simply too tired. By the end of the night, the only members left in the saloon out of your little group were Arthur, Dutch, Micah and yourself. You tapped out at your limit—more-so your wallets limit—and decided you'd also head out, saying so to the men deciding to keep on drinking. They told you to have a good night, and you returned the words before walking out.

And so, here you were, on the porch stairs a few feet before the saloon door, a cigarette held in your hand while you waited for the storm to die down a bit. The air was undeniably hot; seeing as the storm was happening late-July, which was odd. Your undershirt wasn't providing much warmth, and you hoped that the cigarette would do the job for you instead—to no avail.

You took shaky drags of your cigarette and blew the smoke out before yourself, hugging your body with your free hand. Seriously; why the hell was there a storm right now? At this time of year? It puzzled you, that much was sure. You just hoped it'd settle, even if by a bit, before you mounted up and left for camp.

The saloon doors creak, the old wood far past being an easy oil-it-up fix by now, and the owners too stingy and lazy to replace them. Spurs clank against the boots of the owner, that stops next to you.

"Hell you doin' out here, still?" Micah Bell. He had a very distinct voice; thick accent that muffled some of his words, just barely coherent when he spoke to you. A small drawl to it, like he was dragging the words out with him when he spoke them.

You explain your unfortunate situation—the coldness and wetness providing no sustainable condition to go riding right now—before you toss your cigarette into the muddy surface at the bottom of the stairs. He seems confused by your words, though. "So you'll shoot up half a town but is scared of a lil' water an' cold?" He teases you—like he does, every day. Everyone, at that. He always seeks his victim-of-the-day out easily, and that has been you today. What an honor.

You replied with a small scoff, shooing him off with your hand. "Oh, don't be like that girl," He lowered himself to a crouching position, now almost on level with you. "gotta let me tease you sometimes." His breath told you that he's had much more to drink than yourself, reeking of liquor and matching the usual scent of the saloon. But, that smelled seemed to match him.

"Quite a storm, yeah..." He watched the rain splash down onto the dirt road ahead, his forearms on his bent knees. "You ain't dressed for 'ts hellish weather either, huh?"

He's damn right; you're still shivering and hugging yourself for warmth, the cigarette previously in your hand providing barely any warming to your body.

But here's something you need to know; drunk Micah and sober Micah are two separate people.

He hummed in thought for a moment before clicking his tongue and standing back up, looking down at you. "Get up." You gazed up at him, creasing your eyebrows in confusion. You waited for some sort of explanation, unmoving—until he repeated himself, and you knew he wouldn't say it a third time. You stand up reluctantly, turning to face him and waiting for whatever he had in mind. The next action is one only of drunk Micah Bell; starting to unbutton his coat in front of you, every button revealing more of his red undershirt. He shrugged it off his body and took a step forward, draping it around you. At first, you really just assumed he was messing with you, trying to provoke a reaction before snatching the article of clothing right back. But no, he slipped it around you and took a step back, taking a moment to look at you. "It's a bit big.. but it'll help 'ya get home without'a sickness of some sorts."

You were dumbfounded. You knew Micah was much different when he's had some to drink—but this? This felt like the line was being blurred.

"Get home safe, and give it back when I'm in camp again, darlin'." He looked out at the road before turning back for the saloon, disappearing into the building with another obnoxious creak of the doors, leaving you silent and still in your spot outside.

Micah Bell gave you his coat.

Micah Bell told you to get home safe.

Micah Bell used a pet name on you.

Darling. Darling; he's never done this before, none of this, matter of a fact. Hell, he barely spoke to you, only ever interacting for job and mission-related purposes, or simple and brief small-talk. So, yes—this was goddamn shocking.

Your little trance was broken up by a brief thunderclap, lighting up the sky for barely half a second. You blinked a few times—clearly still processing whatever just happened—before you looked down. The leather coat hung very big on you, the sleeves hid your hands fully and it almost dragged on the floor. He wore it often, so it wasn't a surprise that the scent he usually carried plastered itself onto the jacket; gunpower, proof of many shootouts where he walked out victorious; smoke, the consequence of his bad smoking habits; musk, his usual scent that, honestly, you always connected to him. You liked the smell. Your body definitely appreciated the gesture, as it's stopped the goosebumps climbing up your arms and subsided the shaking of your body. You seemed to just accept the situation, wrapping the coat around yourself with one hand and keeping your other over the hat on your head, making a quick sprint to your horse. You mount up and urge it to start trotting towards camp, holding onto the reins with the hand previously on your hat.

Your steed definitely didn't appreciate the weather, much like yourself. She whinnied a lot, her own form of complaint. You promised her many treats as apology for putting her through the storm—despite you not being a weather forecaster, so really, how could you have known? Well, she won't care. If she could speak, you know you'd never hear the end of it. You just want to get home, as much as she does at that, and encourage her to keep riding. You've subconsciously brought your chin down to your chest inside of the coat, instantly getting yourself a whiff of that scent you felt earlier while still at the saloon. It's a fairly nice smell, you'll have to admit so. Your nose is right on the rim of the collar, and you can smell everything that you previously described.

Despite the acceptance of the current circumstances you've gotten yourself into, your mind is foggy—filled with unkempt, messy blonde hair; greyish-blue eyes and uniquely white eyelashes that make him stand out more than any camp member; a messy attractiveness linked to him. Boldness, secrecy, cockiness, vulgarity, degeneracy—very Micah Bell. Now, why is it that you're thinking so hard? Is it the coat—are you still stuck on the fact he would do such a thing? It shouldn't matter this hard; but it does. Nothings ever mattered more to you than figuring Micah Bell out.

He's truly a character, and you've caught yourself voluntarily wanting to talk to him, do jobs with him—all things that had the other girls in camp telling you to back off and not start with him. But it was never that simple, no. You felt obligated to seek him out, take a deeper look inside. You needed to know what his deal was, why he was the way he was.

Despite many protests, your horse gets you back to camp in a matter of minutes—ones that felt like hours to you, when thinking of the outlaw; whose scent is wrapped around yourself, his imprint all over your undershirt and on your body. That goddamn scent, it's doing things to you.

You hitch your horse just outside of camp, being extremely quiet while also quick to get out of the rain pelting down, just as hard as before. The last thing you both needed was someone seeing you wearing his coat—God knows what these people'll assume about it. You make a b-line for your tent, closing the rest of the camp and world out as you tie your flaps shut, the tent lit up by only a small oil lantern above your bedroll. Your hair is soaked, dripping to the ground and coat as the small water droplets race down the leather material. You find yourself subconsciously walking to a mirror, backing up and looking at yourself, in his coat. Your eyes trace your own form, intently. After a moment, you break yourself out of your space-out, shrugging the coat off and gently draping it onto a chair in your tent, to dry off. In the meantime, you change out of your own outfit, really not looking forward to getting any sicker than you probably are.

The water took it's time fully evaporating out of the coat, leaving a few small cracks in it and brittle slightly; more than before already. You felt mildly guilty—but he gave it to you, clearly already aware of what water will do to the fine material, so he shouldn't be upset. You hope. You're sat on your bedroll, watching the last few drops of rain fall off of the rim of the jacket. All you've been thinking about has been goddamn Micah—almost to the point of getting tired of it. And, just where was this coming from? You were lost. Maybe it was the tipsiness catching up to you—to be truthful, you hadn't had a true drink in weeks, so it might just be a... odd, new side effect. That's the excuse you'll go with, it seems.

Well, you assumed only alcohol consumption would make you want—no, need the coat on you again. It felt like it was beckoning you closer; luring you to itself like a siren does with her hypnotic voice, or as the fantasy books you see Jack read say. And, damn it, was it working on you.

You slowly got up, leaving your bedroll and strolling over to the chair, looking down at the piece of clothing. Your hands carefully pick the jacket up, running your fingers up and down the material, feeling every story-telling crease and cut, sometimes even finding little bullet wounds he never got sewn back up. Maybe he liked it that way. Then, one arm slips into the first sleeve—then the other, and you're wrapped around the coat again; around the scent; around Micah.

You look down at yourself, inspecting how the coat fits you, as if you haven't already done that enough times. And then, the goddamn scent again—you feel it creep around you, going straight for your nose. And damn you and your alcohol consumption, because you find yourself grasping the collar on both sides, and lifting them to your face. A delicious whiff of the smell, so memorable; so sweet; so unique; so Micah.

Jesus, what the hell are you doing?

You drop the collar from your hands and scrunch your nose up—at your own choice of action. Oh, but it only gets worse for you, as it always seems to. You go to take the coat off, ready to simply walk to his tent and toss it onto his bedroll, finally be done with all this. Yet, you hesitate. Your body protests, instantly showing it's against the idea when your hands freeze up, unable to slip the damned leather off of your bare shoulders. You hear yourself huff, getting frustrated. What was going on—why were you acting so goddamn weird?

Yet, you find yourself so easily accepting this, just how you accepted the coat to be wrapped around you by Micah, how you accepted the impulse of smelling it, and now the action of not taking away the article of clothing that's all over your body. You seem way too fine with all of this.

More-so with your body walking itself back to your bedroll and laying itself down—wrapping the coat around it tightly and simply basking in the aroma that's surrounding the leather over itself.

Your nose is pressed to the collar, acting almost as a weighted blanket on your frame. God, you feel like you're being lulled into your slumber. The smell, the feel, the weight of the coat—everything is like a goddamn drug to you. You're high off of it all; off of him.

Your eyes flutter closed, your breathing slows down, your arms tighten the coat around you.

Alcohol always made you a bit more sleepy than you'd have liked it to—so now, combine that with the heavenly feeling the simple item of clothing is giving you; you've never felt yourself fall asleep faster. You feel contentment, security, infatuation. And you decide that it's a welcomed feeling.

You never understood just how he functioned so well, so early into the day; especially knowing he was a heavy insomniac most nights. He never slept and always was and about by early morning, somehow. All you remember is waking up in his coat.

You decided to give it back early, be done with it for good. After your little display yesterday, you wanted nothing more to do with the coat. You knew he was awake, mostly by the one open canvas flap of his tent, a welcoming gesture, almost. Would be if we were talking about anyone but Micah.

You walked yourself over with the coat draped over your arm—not yourself, for once. You approached the small abode of the outlaw, kicking your boot against the canvas to announce your arrival. He grumbled something, only part you understood being a small "yeah, come in", and so you did. You hadn't yet been in his tent, for some reason. Guess it never interested you until yesterday; when you realized many things about yourself whilst wrapped around the leather material and distinctive aroma of Micah. Get it over with, you hummed, stepping inside.

For a man like Micah—and what you knew about him—his tent was pretty clean, surprisingly. He was sat on his bedroll, slowly rising as he noticed it was you coming to his tent. "Mm, mornin'." He drawled, walking up to you. "Finally here to return this, huh.." He quipped, looking down at you with one hand on his hip, the other extended for the coat. "thought you'd just keep it." He added quietly.

You were confused by the statement, asking him why you would just keep it. His answer had goosebumps reappearing all over your body, this time not from the cold, though. "After your little display; sleeping with my coat on, I thought you'd have just kept it alllll for yourself." Your blood would have run cold; if it didn't all flow right into your cheeks. Oh, God. Oh. God.

You knew you were turning red, looking like a beet, fresh out of the ground, plausibly. You couldn't look at him, not after that. You swore that your tent was tied oh-so-tightly, but it seems you were still sloppy with how you tied those damn flaps together. "Oh, don't be embarrassed," He leaned down closer, his hands on his knees as he got down to your level, not too fond of speaking down at you. "just ask me next time you want a little.. whiff." He hummed, taking the coat out of your hands and slipping it onto himself—with you watching like the little goddamn pervert you seem to be making yourself out to be.

You felt something stir in your stomach—why in the holy hell was he looking at you like that? That goddamn smirk; no anger about your weird display; nothing. And damn him for staying leaned down so close; probably able to see the sweat forming on your forehead. You were wishing for the earth to swallow you whole now.

His hand found your shoulder, squeezing it to get you out of your little trance again. "Go on about your day, girl;" His breath ticked the side of your neck, hitting a part of your ear as well. His voice was low, and the tone he was using with you as of right now? Your knees felt horribly weak. "but I might just have to keep my eye on 'ya, hm?" Oh, sweet Jesus.

Maybe it really was time to accept this—and fire back.

You blinked a few times, your eyes finding his beautiful blues. A small, murmured "thank you" left your lips; lips that then pecked his jawline and scruffy little beard. And, unable to control yourself, you did take in the smell of him again; the raw, unfiltered smell. Oh, it was the best thing you'll have ever gotten a whiff of. He was basking in cheap cologne—surprisingly—and gunpowder, his breath lingering about as he exhaled a noise of surprise breathlessly, his breath still soaked in the alcohol and liquor he had downed at the saloon. You had to brace yourself before you pulled away, unsure how he'd react—this was Micah Bell, after all.

You saw yourself in him, at that moment; shocked and red as a beet, trying to physically comprehend your move on him. Oh, if only boldness wasn't his biggest weakness. His hand squeezed your shoulder, gripping at it. Your body froze when he began to pull; drag you closer to him.

You couldn't stay in there for that—not until you sorted yourself out. And so, you detested and moved away, walking back and out of the tent, red and embarrassed—and feeling like a dog in heat, not to forget.

Micah was.. dumbfounded. Like yourself, when he offered his coat up. He managed to shut his mouth, but still, his eyes couldn't help lingering on the spot you once stood at, in his grip and kissing his jaw. When he finally broke himself out of the moment, he buttoned the long coat up to hide the obvious tightening in his pants, slipping his hands into his pockets. Though, the left pocket had an unusual item inside itself. Micah fished out a little box; ammo. You had left him a box of ammunition, 'for his troubles'; as the small note you scribbled onto said.

Damn you—and him for getting involved, because he knows he's not making it out of this unscathed.

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[st4rswrld]

content has been lazy and hard to watch recently. all the pre filming is insane. like we were watching months old content where they were tired and exhausted. i know people on here are coming for matt’s attitude and stuff but i really can’t blame him. they prefilmed SO much, went on a TOUR, and then came back and immediately pre filmed more so they could go home and see family + have a stress free holiday. i know that i was miserable to be around when school gets really intense and i’m studying all the time- i can’t imagine how they feel. and honestly i’m shocked chris/nick have such good of attitudes as they do. laura could’ve planned better for them and spaced everything out. that’s her job and she lowkey failed them and now their content is suffering. like i don’t even know how i got through some of those car videos lol.

and maybe i am out growing them. i’m not discounting that. i’m a different person than i was when i started watching them and both the triplets and i have changed. but honestly, their content really isn’t as fun for me to watch anymore.

i honestly agree i feel like them going on tour the second time in a year was too soon and such an obvious cash grab. They could have done so much more to connect and grow their fanbase rather then a glorified meet and greet. They could’ve actually put out the “individual projects” they say they’ve been working on for the past year or so. Fixed their shipping issues and just overall better content w collabs like sam and colby.

laura’s been failing them (i’m pro laura hate sue me). i hate to be that person and say “i miss boston them blah blah blah” but im just being honest when i say that their early content like 2021 - 2022 ish was just peak content and so much better then now. and i honestly don’t blame them like 3 videos a week ur bound to get burnt out a year into doing ts.

[sethdomain]

Okay, don't answer this but ya, I don't know what that anon is on about you're completely right. That ending was bad, really really bad, and attempting to approach it from a centrist's viewpoint when c!Dream is genuinely at fault for everything that ever happened to c!Tommy rubs me the wring way. Liek, that's victim blaming, you're blaming c!Tommy for being abused by c!Dream when it's fully the fault of his own deluded obsession with him. There is no, "Oh, they both were wrong." because HE WAS HIS ABUSER AND HE WAS HIS VICTIM. The only reason it even ended that way is because cc!Dream was outed for being a vile evil little man and the story hit too close to home and he needed good PR and to pretend as if he wasn't exactly what his character was. Anyway.

Oh definitely, with that short amount of time trying to go for the centrist point of view for the ending just feel like undermining the story we've gone through. It's shit and it feels lazy for an ending and it just doesnt bring any intresting message to the plate. Like yeah lets just nuke everything bye-bye nothing matter. It's so bad...

You get it, c!Dream is fucking insane and somehow c!Tommy is somehow always blamed for his action and c!Dream is excused because c!Tommy does not act 'right' or in other word does not act in a way that is palatable to people.

I don't get it, why do the narrative in c!Dream and c!Tommy relationship is made with mixed signals, i feel like its that way okay. The narrative always switch up side like sometime it sides with c!Dream and sometimes its c!Tommy, but its done in a very icky way where if its c!Dream sides it always weaponize c!Tommy minor wrecking of building or anything 'annoying' that he has done, but listen its not as awful as c!Dream done. What c!Tommy done is mostly repairable and easy grounding or apology can fix it and most of his action was just him actually goofing around, like what an actual unruly child would do, but then you have c!Dream a grown ass man exiling this kid isolating him, manipulating him, physically abuse him, depriving him of food(sometimes), etc and then im supposed to like think, hmmm yeah sometime c!Tommy is also awful to c!Dream and that he need to fuck off like??????? I dont get it here, I just do NOT get it...

I think the DSMP should have just embraced c!Dream as a fucked up, creepy little villain and maybe it would have been awesome

And LOL, bro was not roleplaying!! Bro is actually obsessed with minor!! But for real, if thats the case that just sucks and scummy of him to use a very passionate project of many other creator to just use as a PR cover up.

[pumpkinsy0]

My skin has been horrific over the last six months. But I visited the dermatologist to try and get it fixed and— I got the products. BUT I can’t eat a lot of sugars like candy and soda cause it could make my skin act up again. 😭

Currently mourning this loss and as such I need headcanons surrounding Sodapop,Curly, and Two-Bit going through this.

omfg my acne used to b baddddd it pissed me off am, characters w acne u have my heart

•curly got acne at a pretty acerage age, two got his a lil late, and soda got his a lil late too, ik he thought the world nerfed him for good😭

•for soda ik he hated the acne so bad he was just willing to give the sweet treats ALL up and i say that bc ik soda would pick at it and so darry had to find a way to get him to stop and said whoever saw him do it could slap his ha d away REALLY really hard, and to give him credit it did, but sodas hand was just always red as a result, the gang ABUSED that rule

•the ointment my dermatologist gave me i had to put it on at night, but its not that i barely put it on but i didnt use it ad much as i rlly shouldve bc i was so lazy, and i knowwww curly wouldve done the same. especially bc oce i went outside not knowing the oitment makes ur face ASHY so i went outside all the way to school w an ashy face and i was so embarrassed im also giving that to curly

•w curly, he would ALSO pick at it and he did try to care for his skin more and angela is rlly good at skin care so shes ESPECIALLY tried to stop him but he wont and now even if he did he would still already have scars, but on the bright side, the sweets thing isnt that hard for him cause in his house theres barely anything sweet. however that also means that when there IS angela is on his ASS

•two bit aint following those rules at ALL he dgaf,most of his diet is sweet treats, its either his body agrees w him or it sticks w him through his bad decisions, “u either go big or u go home” as he says

•pony kissed curly after having REALLY sseet candies and u would think that its ok bc curly didnt eat them himself but nooooooo, curlys body reacted as if he did eat them himself and he broke out bad, he was so annoyed pony cant even touch his face anymore

•pony and steve thinks its soooo funny to wave chocolate in front of sodas face, soda tells pony “just wait till you get acne” and just prays that steve gets his acne worse than he does

•ik curlys pissed bc he genuinely got the worst out of every other siblings like his is pretty bad, they started calling him delivery tim (its cause tim and angela teased that he had a pepperoni face, so everytime he walked i to a room he was “delivering pizza”)

•two bit mighta cracked the code bc he was tease himself about his own acne, he still eats bad, and yknow what, good on him probably, his acne would take THEE longest to go away but it does go away regardless

•there were points where curlys acne just got worse before it got better again, and for those times, he was the angriest person ever and u CANNOT blame him, hes scaring the hoes away w his pimples and atitude💔💔

•two and soda would waste food trying to make face mask they saw in magazines, they thought maybe they can find an alternative to the stuff the dermatologist gave them as a #lifehack but they never did find one that worked as well so darry came home to a mess for 3 weeks straight for NOTHING AT ALL

•darry and pony tried being nice and made sugar free chocolate cake but it tasted so SHIT dawg, that was a one time thing all of the gang had to force themselves to finish it

•if its anyone, two bit totally has bacne and THATS probably the most embarrassing thing for him bc he cant reach alllll of his back so he has to call for a lil help and thats soooo degrading he would rather that go away on its own😭😭

[mrstsung]

I laughed at a comment stating that fighting game fans love mk12/mk1.

Haahahahha! That's fucking rich.

To who? Who?!

Who are these fighting game players you speak of?

True and older Mk fans hate this game with a burning passion more than they hate the old mk annihilation movie (and thats saying a lot because that movie sucks) and special forces game alike.

Non mk fighting game fans sure may lioe the game for like....a few months and then get bored. I've seen it,heard it from the grapevine that on average most players dont stay for more then a few min at a tike because it's ridiculously frustrating to get online and boring after a while because there's nothing actually exciting about it anymore.

So.....what are these mysterious players and numbers people keep getting? Why are people lying to save this game?

It sucks. It's been sucking because they knew that they fucked up their whole franchise and series for a quick $$$

I feel they knew after mkX that it was going down the shitter. Nrs and wb spent so much money on a nothing game(suicide squad,that apparently nobody wanted btw) to make an even more nothing game(mk12/mk1,which also nobody wanted,they wanted a remastered game either shaolin monks or mk9 was the most requested)

Like nrs got the money,wb got plenty the money at the time. But nope wasted on poor decisions and poor business practices.

Now they are preying on people's stupidity,short attention spans and the people who have money to throw at this bloated paperweight of a game.

People are either going back to old games. Or jumping ship to other fighting games because of these things.

This is facts and actual reality. Not make believe numbers ceos wanna tell you,or wannabe bootlickers of companies that could care less if their fans hate them so as long as they have their money.

Even bad press is good press to them.

This is the sign of a greedy corp and a capitalist mentality that ONLY money talks.

So yeah...mk12/mk1 is shit but not for the reasons people think. Superficial personal reasons dont really play much of a factor why i fucking hate that game with every fiber of my being.

I absolutely hate it's fans. Specifically the fans of that game in particular. None of the other mk games have made me feel that way. Even when i had problems with mk11,which i did. But seeing how nrs handled mk12/mk1? Yeah,I'll take mk11s problems over that anyday.

Just only mk12/mk1 to me is a hot peice of trash. As well as it's "fans". But again due to the greed and gross business practices behind it. And whenever you actually point out to others about it. Suddenly they have sand in their ears and or can't read or heard. That whole "nahnahnah,cant hear you" type thing.

It's not even about the arguably shitty story anymore. No. Mk12/mk1 is hot Garbage because it singlehandedly convinced it's players it's ok to buy an incomplete game so as long as it's pretty enough and not much work is put into the game to have people keep buying the same game over and over and over just title it differently and suddenly people have amnesia. And only minor bugs and "fixes" suddenly people think this saves the game. No this fixes problems in the coding that should have already been there. You're basically paying for a shitty made game made by lazy people. More likely lazy higher ups but some game devs are lazy too. But some are just underpaid,so i give them some grace. But mr.boon should know better bu now due to the midway days. Mk had it's fair share of crap,im no stranger there. I was there in real time kiddos.

But....now.....they have no excuse but themselves to blame at this point.

Does this mean i will stop playing mk or loving it? Hell no! Does this mean i will be smarter about my purchases from this series and company? Yes. Because out of all the games ever released,movies,tv,etc. Mk12/mk1 is the only game i lothe and the only time i would say truly mortal kombat took a big fat stinky L. Loss. Take it,learn from it.

But apparently they dont want to.

Even the shittiest,most horrible thing to come from mk doesn't compare to how much that game sucks.

But...My rambling aside.

Kontent will be up later today,something cute and festive. Possibly Christmas/new years (both lunar and annular)/holidays hcs.

Not sure yet.

[fraemlingg]

im just gonna freestyle this text so this is not gonna be very thought through or whatever but literally i am so incredibly sick of social media i am sooo sick of that ugly AI slop everywhere and algorithms and ads and everything being designed to keep us glued to our screens no matter the consequences

i am sick of monetarisation i am sick of posting my art online literally begging for people to like my posts in hopes of being able to make at least a lil money with my art one day it feels like im selling myself out and its so fucking far from authentic like im a tattoo artist and so i follow a bunch of other tattoo artists and although they all have such amazing unique styles everything feels so performative and i KNOW that every single one of them feels the same and its so fucking sad that we cant really do anything about it

and im not trying to sound pretentious but i?? kinda hate meme culture?? it pisses me off?? can we not have normal inside jokes anymore why are 10 people sending me funny little posts even though they know i will not look at them (and like rlly truly no offense bc i know they do it bc they love me and think of me and i love them for it and i appreciate it in one way or another im not being judgy rn thats not my point). i want to write letters not dms but i feel like if i were to say that i might be called "cringe" which yknow is a concern i already expressed in another post and might be a me-problem but as ethel cain said it so fantastically nothing is taken seriously anymore and i hugely blame social media and meme culture

and like pls keep enjoying ur memes im again not judging just speaking from my subjective experience and that experience is that it caused me brainrot im not sure i'll ever be able to fix and that SUUUUCKS dude we all got dragged into phone addiction without a fucking choice and it will just get worse and worse and worse

i watched LuvstarKeis youtube video on why you should make a website and i think they (i looked everywhere for their pronouns sry if i got it wrong ;w;) have such good points i rlly enjoy their youtube videos in general. so yea in the long run i think im gonna create a website (or two to separate tattoos n music), post it to instagram with a statement, and then im gonna "leave instagram". putting that in "" bc im gonna keep my instagram but only so people can dm me for appointments or other things bc i dont wanna give out my telegram and people these days are too damn lazy to write a single email (even dj bookers lol it pisses me off a bit like what do i have this mail for then). like why are people using AI to write emails pls make it stop sometimes we have to do things that are inconvenient and that is actually a GOOD thing my fucking god, same thing goes for physical media like dvds nd such like fuck streaming services but thats another topic for another day

im probably gonna keep posting on my priv instagram just bc like. theres so many photos on there from so many years ago that would probably be lost if i deleted that account nd like i go on there like every 3 months or so to dump my photos there and then i log off so whatever. i am mostly pissed off about sharing art on social media and feeling so unauthentic about it and being glued to my phone when i could do so many other much better things liKE UGHHHHHHH

i think dead internet theory is scary and depressing but lowkey i hope the internet is actually dying bc i am so sick of this internet society. i am so goddamn sick of everyone being addicted to their phones. remember when we had a life like?????? how did we end up like this

i also wanna get a flipphone one day but yea i gotta plan that shit

i just needed to vent i could probably go on for ages about this but imma choose to shut the fuck up now

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

Find the Word Tag

My words: rough, spice, fix, and nature

(I couldn't find spice in the draft of HO I'm working on, so I had to grab a snippet from MG lol)

(Edit: I see now that those were your words, @somethingclevermahogony, not mine. Aw well, I'll blame the dyslexia. Im too lazy to retype all this, so I'll leave it as is. I got one of them in there at least)

Your words: design, radient, fish, faith

I'll tag @ryns-ramblings @deanwax @carrotsinnovember and @bard-coded!

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While Sepo had been focused on the broken base of the stone, he had completely neglected to examine the upper part. All of the stones were carved with intricate designs matching the thorny motifs of the arrows that had led them here. From what he could make out, the detail was impeccable; it must've taken a master mason decades to achieve such artistry. However, the patterns were now nearly unreadable due to the rough, four-pointed stars scratched over every inch of the thing.

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Again, she spun the barrel of her new gun and got into position to watch the battle unfold. Perhaps, for the second time in her life, her stepdaughter would swoop in to fix everything. Perhaps not. Either way, Oyanna was ready.

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Mierka was a Yewbury staple and, in Astra's opinion, one of the best things to come out of the gods-forsaken city since the invention of the microscope. It was a sort of flakey dumpling filled with all manner of fruits and spices, tapioca binding the whole thing together. Scholars, lords, and errand boys alike ate mierka on their way to work; it was the perfect food to eat while busy.

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Bi'em nodded hesitantly. "The pattern is pretty scattershot, so it took me longer than I would've liked, but I was originally built as a code breaker, so these things are second nature."

"A code breaker...." Twenari cocked her head. "In the Dwarven Alliance?"

The robot nodded again. "Privately owned. I lived there for years before I gained sentience. And I see that look in your eyes, young Miss Devaris. Don't bother. No one knows how mechanical sentience comes to be, least of all us who experience it."

[stzrgirl4norris]

Hi love !! Saw your ship posts and they were absolutely ADORBS loved them and wanted to try my luck too

So first I'm an Intj Gemini (even tho I don't believe in star signs lol)

People describe me as the smart helpful friend , I always take pride in being a source of help and be depended on, as well as a person with a lot of ambitious , potential and dreams but am too lazy

I am the person who wants to try everything and anything (to which f1 happened to be one of those interests) thus i value anything intellectual or sports and anything captivating really

I'm a very bubbly person yet I tend to be a fiery person who gets easily mad and loud when someone/myself is wronged , my sense of justice is always alert lmao

(omg ik this is long sorry) in the end people say I'm kind and a very loveable person who tries her best to be at service and I like to maintain that image as much as I can , even if I were to be self deprecating sometimes

And thank you in advance , no pressure <3

hiiiiii george girl - yes you’re definitely a george girl, match made in heaven here (im jealous)

“You say you’re just trying out F1 as an interest, but you’ve memorized my entire telemetry data from Monaco.”

You (loudly, mid-argument): “I will burn down Mercedes HQ before I let you take the blame for something you didn’t do!”

You (while fixing his tie): “I’ll always help you look perfect… but never forget I like it better when you’re a little undone.”

You definitely debate over a sports documentary

George wakes up at 6am, runs 10K, eats oatmeal, and reads the Financial Times.

You’re on the couch in his hoodie, half-asleep, watching Formula E highlights with one eye open, and solving a logic puzzle on your phone.

Someone at a media event tries to make a dig at George’s performance. Before he can answer with calm PR-perfect grace, you cut in—fiery, eloquent, loud.

“You think placing fifth in a car that’s clearly underperforming is a failure? Try doing your job with a tenth of the scrutiny and a quarter of the pressure.”

You drag George into your “try something new every month” habit. First it’s fencing. Then it’s salsa dancing. Then it’s pottery. He pretends to protest, but secretly loves how alive you look.

You’re trying to cook. He’s trying to organize the spice rack by color, country, and brand.

You end up burning the onions because you were too busy arguing about whether cinnamon is sweet or savory.

You’re quiet until someone tries to downplay George’s hard work. Then you’re loud—fiery, articulate, and unstoppable.

You drag him through every single exhibit, naming obscure facts like your life depends on it.

He pretends to be bored—until he gets competitive and starts correcting the plaques.

When you’re overstimulated and burned out, George pulls you into bed, wraps his arms around you, and tells you exactly three facts:

1. You’re brilliant.

2. You’ve done enough.

3. He’s not going anywhere.

Your version of flirting is sending George unhinged 3am voice notes like:

“What if snails had anxiety?”

“I just remembered the Roman Empire again and now I’m crying.”

“Do you think I could win a race on vibes alone?”

• You: “Just because I don’t wake up at 6AM doesn’t mean I’m not an unstoppable force of nature, George.”