#k4l

[wbbgetsmewetter]

hi tiniiiii <3333 how have you been!??

hiiii K ☺️. i literally have not had the time to even open up my phone (apparently going to uni is serious😒). i missed being on here smm

how have u been sweet cheeks

[jxitrash]

I randomly remembered these exist and I'm crying again

[therealrodent]

thinking about how humans are social creatures and we crave connections with each other. kal losing himself and playing the worlds biggest game of follow the leader in order to retain whatever friends he had at the time. branch, despite having the black and white thinking that humans are bad and robots are good, pretty quickly grows to like rodent and kal. sleepers whole deal is about how he desperately longed for connections with other people to the point where he ran away when he finally realized OTTO wasn’t going to give that to him. he sought for connections elsewhere, but his pettiness and thirst for revenge made him crawl back to the facility. OTTOs crime against Sleeper’s key principle makes Sleeper go against his own principle in the way that he leaves Banter to pursue his ultimate bounty, only to find out that OTTO did fulfill his desire, just not in the way or at the time he wanted it. rodent’s key principle and desire for freedom and self-determination honestly go against their natural want for relationships. they might try to hide it but she does still long for friends, people they’re equals to and close with, it’s just that classic fear of vulnerability that gets in the way. but at the end of the day their bonds might be the thing that make them turn away from her freedom. looking at it in the worst way, bonds are shackles that keep you from truly being free. eventually, if given the choice, would rodent even choose to leave the facility? because i think they’d stay with the friends that they made and the home that was made for them

[melodymissworld]

K4L / RAFE C. 18+

Summary: like Kiara’s devotion to the environment or whatever the fuck she does, Rafe was down to earth for your body no matter how insecure you felt about your weight.

Tags: body insecurity, intense anxiety, judgment, pathetic!Rafe — (brief segment of oral sex, overstimulation, and praise).

Polished, shiny, and fuckin’ new; that’s all the attributes that he hated in the girls that were picking on you.

The feud began on a regular Tuesday night. You and Rafe were currently attending a frat party that was hosted by his friend, Topper. You withheld a certain distaste for the Kook, because you thought he was an S-tier asshole towards Sarah. True looks won’t show unless he’s hidden behind the shadows.

You were originally sitting next to Rafe on a brown leather couch. Surrounded by a group of Kooks, there were a plethora of drugs and alcohol to go around. You stared at the reflected cocaine that wasn’t-so neatly smeared on the coffee table. By the time you lifted your red solo cup to your lips, nothing poured into your mouth.

“Oh,” you blinked and retracted your cup from your face. You glimpsed inside of the cup, and there wasn’t a single droplet of liquid in sight. It was empty.

Rafe hears your mutter and turned his head around. The once-arrogant expression on his face left and is replaced with quiet concern. He leans over to your side. “You okay, babe?” His tone was hush.

“Yeah... I’m okay. I think I’m gonna get another drink,” you insinuated.

His hand reaches over to curl your hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to get it for you…?” His eyes flickered over your face. You shook his head from his offer. “Mm-mm. I’m fine, thank you.”

Satisfied with your answer, he hums. “Mhm? Yeah? Alright.” Rafe tucked his head down to pepper a few kisses on your neck, sending mild shivers down your spine.

In the kitchen, it didn’t have to take a genius to figure out that someone was eyeing you. And not in a friendly manner.

You first poured alcohol into your cup. Not too much since you weren’t in the mood to getting wasted, but Rafe’s? Almost to the cup’s brim, specially branded. While you were minding your own business, Jessica eyed you, she leaned over to her friend and mutters, “It looks like Y/N blew up like a ballon over the summer.” The comment made both the girls giggle and if it wasn’t worse enough, you were standing right beside them. It wasn’t like they were trying to hide their revulsion against you, anyways.

Their words made your stomach clench.

You were a full-on, born and raised Kook. You’ve emotionally dealt with numerous situations related to your appearance - ranging from the academy to parties - you should’ve been lashing towards their belittlement by now. The behavior wasn’t cute, and yet was totally normalized by your community.

So why, when this time, it bothered you so much?

Your mind repeated their words over and over like a never-ending record player. Your consciousness prickled at the fact that your sweater felt too hot on your skin, or the throat tightening that restricts your air at its own will without your say. You could not ask or confront the girls as anxiety had molded your feet into heavy stone, and your other limbs were no different. There is no plea when your past rewinds itself in your heart, and you remember. You remember everything, down to the definitive speck, and for the first time in forever, you couldn’t breathe.

I don’t deserve Rafe. Why did he choose me? Tears blurred your vision from the haunting sentiment. To even think about him, holding another girl’s waist and gazing upon her face with adoring eyes — oh, it made your heart burn aflame. Like a river, the insecurities you thought you eradicated from whatever healing progress you went through was thrown out and is deemed as useless. Completely and utterly useless, and the unnecessary fear that ran deep throughout your bones had skinned your guarded confidence until your skeleton was bare for everyone’s eyes to witness.

You needed to leave. And by instinct, you were already leaving house with their malicious words ringing in your ears.

You weren’t answering his calls.

You were curled up in your bed with the same party clothes you wore from earlier, staring at nothing but your window. You felt like a dead fish waiting for something to disintegrate you into the sand. You didn’t feel well, and your phone continued to buzz on your bed sheets.

You knew that you should’ve picked up his calls, and yet, the guilt had settled on your chest.

By the time it strikes 15 minutes, the buzzing stopped.

Every sound bounced in between the silence. A small exhale retracted from your mouth, and you turned your head to bury your face into your pillows.

But as you were least expecting, there was a subtle sound of a car rearing into your house’s driveway. At first, you thought it was your parents coming home, but there was no possible way, because they were currently on their honeymoon vacation.

And then, the puzzle pieces clicked together.

“Are you stupid?” He angrily clenched his jaw tight.

“What?” You lifted your head up from surprise. In the five minutes of your conversation with Rafe, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

He frowns and processes a deep crease between his eyebrows. “Why, in any case, would you believe them?” His question exasperated true confusion. “You’re drilling their unreasonable words into your pretty little head, sweetheart.”

“I’m not dumb, it’s just…” your eyes flickered away for a semblance answer. You pursed your lips and sniffles, wiping your tears away from your cheeks. “…if I’m going to be honest, it’s tough when I can’t be the ideal girlfriend that everyone expects me to be. Sometimes, I just think ‘oh, I’m not skinny enough,’ or ‘that girl looks prettier than me, why can’t I be like her?’ When you see me and think I’m okay, I’m really, really not Rafe.” You could feel the tip of your nose growing warm and your bottom lip trembled. “I haven’t… felt like myself in awhile. My self-esteem feels so shit and I can’t—… I just can’t…” you softly shook your head and bowed your head down to hide your face. You were scared for his response. You were uncertain if he’ll scoff at your true admissions and dismiss your feelings, or—

“Hey- hey, hey, no. Look at me.” His fingers brushed underneath your chin and he gently made you look up, his worried eyes piercing down at your face. “I— Y/N. I don’t give a single fuck of what those bitches are sayin’ about you, or, or if they think you’re fat.” His hand motioned beside his head, a lingering habit he does when he’s trying to accumulate his words, and his eyes stuttered a blink. “You matter to me, alright? Not Jessica, not Brittney, but me,” he harshly emphasizes his words. “All me. Fuck of what they have to say; they can blab their mouths all they want, but every crevice of your skin, of you, haunts my head daily and— and there were so many nights where I couldn’t sleep because I craved for you, baby, nothing else.” He shakily exhales as he licked his dried lips, letting your face go to run his hands through his hair.

You were completely enamored from his sudden outburst and your jaw dropped, unable to formulate any coherent response. The anxiety that had once viciously clawed your chest is now gone and from hearing his reassurance, his words soothed the suffocating voices in your head.

“I- I…” your eyes flickered away as you tried to search for an answer. You were unable to when he lifts your hand to his cheek. “Please,” his whisper trailed in a breathless croak and he trails your fingers down his face, brushing your knuckles against his warm lips. “Please, please, please, just let me show how much you mean to me, baby. You drive me insane.” He lowly croaked.

His head didn’t let up. You were desperately gasping for air, and he continued.

“Y’so pretty for me, doll.” He moans a muffled mumble between your thighs and he couldn’t help but flutter an eye-roll back. You were so good, it was so much, and dug his blunt-nailed fingers further into your plush flesh as he ate you out.

Your dazed eyes took a glimpse at your clock for a moment, and it read 2:08AM.

He’s been eating you out for approximately an hour. Or two. Who knows.

All you understood that this was between you, him, and the door lock that glued your dignity all together.

“U-ugh—“ you stammered from your mouth. Everything was spinning in the room and your legs clenched tighter around his head, his buzzed hair brushing up on your skin. “R-Rafe, Rafe— I- I can’t—“ you blubbered a whine as your elbows scrambled to sit yourself upwards on the bed. His competitive nature was relentless and the translation was inscribed all over your body - ranging from dark, bitten teeth-marks underneath your breasts and thighs, to his fingertips digging moon-crescent marks on your hips.

“Cream all over my tongue, angel— there you go.” He groans from pure satisfaction and continuously tapped his tongue on your clit. If you couldn’t had enough, tears rolled down your cheeks and your throat pulses a whimper. You were the picture-perfect image he searched for, and you looked so pretty that it made his head hurt. He reaches a hand down to adjust his boxers, a small noise slipping through his throat as he furrowed his eyebrows, focused. “That’s it… mhm.” He desperately groveled for your dripping essence as you came on his tongue; he was consuming his meal like a starving man, and a certain oversensitivity struck your body at once. It left your thighs trembling and when you tried to pathetically shift your hips away from his face, he only followed and buries his muscle deeper into your swollen, wet folds. He wanted to memorize how you felt squirming underneath his touch, how much time he could use until your body gave up. Spit was drooling from his lips, nasty boy, but he doesn’t mind when he’s tasting you.

A/N: oh em gee, helloooo!!! You have no idea how excited I was to write this!! ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ I think I would’ve fleshed out more of the situational/physical world building in the story, but I was totally hypothesized by the emotional sentiments, so the story takes two heavy hits since this is barely edited and revised, lol.

I wanted to explore the less-intense side of Rafe and how important it is to acknowledge that our bodies aren’t only fragments in the human judgment, but also that we are complex; the human experience is incredibly fascinating, and I find that we aren’t supposed to stay stagnant in a world that is full of possibilities. I apologize if some of the parts were intense, as I’ve observed - especially in the modern reality - that high-class attributions tend to expect so much from women, although they receive so little towards the end.

Furthermore, this is for anyone in general, but it is worth to note that social media has worsened this conserved image of what younger girls should be, even when there is immense struggle to keep this ‘perfect idealization’ for strangers. To leave you with my rambling thoughts, I thank you so much for reading!!! I deeply appreciate the support you have given me to push myself forward in writing. Much love, xoxo💋💋

[cameronspecial]

Insta Connection (Part 1)

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: None of the pictures used are my own. They are found on Google or Pinterest.

Pronouns: She/Her

Masterlist

Liked by drewstarkey, madisonbaileybabe, and 5, 948, 274 others

Y/N_Y/L/N I’m so excited to announce that I am going to be playing Claire Hars in Outer Banks! Kook life, Baby💸

Comments:

stellastarklover oohh, what’s a kook? and is this the start of her villain era? 

madelyncline Yass! Love you queen.

madisonbaileybabe so excited to get to work with you!

y/nandonlyy/n I will watch anything that she is in.

drewstarkey Kook life, Baby💸

     →sleuth4life I detect a love interest.

Liked by madelyncline, Y/N_Y/L/N, and 64, 515 others

drewstarkey i do be livin’ my best Kook life

Comments:

Y/N_Y/L/N K4L

     → everythingY/L/N what does this mean???

     → austinnorth55 we are very kooky

hichasestokes Hate the character, love the man. 

     → jonathandavissofficial Is that a spoiler?

Tagged: @Y/N_Y/L/N, @drewstarkey

Liked by loveY/L/N, megancarlos, and 3, 534 others

allinfoaboutY/N Leaked pictures from Outer Banks

Comments:

amazingY/L/N Let me be a detective. If Y/N and Drew are dating in the show and Chase says Drew’s character is an asshole, then could this be her villain era?

     → courtneymayers OMG! You could be right!

     → belladeeks Yes, we need villain Y/N

excitedforobx i’m so excited for this show. you don’t understand.

Tagged: @drewstarkey

Liked by zendaya, lgray, and 6, 542, 423 others

Y/N_Y/L/N Best way to end the work day. Although, someone put too much salt 🤤

Comments:

Y/Nismine The only person she can date is me

beatriceY/L/N Was that someone you? Bc the sister ik can’t bake

     → Y/N_Y/L/N I can bake! 

     → drewstarkey It was definitely her

     → Y/N_Y/L/N No, it wasn’t!

madisonbaileybabe so rude of you guys not to invite me.

inlovewiththeteenassassin Ahh, what if they are dating? 

gordongram I think Y/N did great

Taglist: @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

it's very funny bc the Perez bits are very close to our Perez bits but ours is better and has plot that makes sense (Master Chief gets dragged to Chiefling family bbqs)

WE ALREADY HAD A PEREZ

WE HAVE PEREZ AT HOME

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[ang31nh3ll]

Happy birthday k4l

Skibdidi toilet rixzlew(stupid ass blurry picture)

[werewolf-art004]

New DnD OC drop!

I haven’t mentioned this on here but I love playing dnd! It’s so fun and immersive! I love it!! So to prepare for an upcoming campaign I created my next DnD character…

Kalvin(K4L-VI.n) Tigursa!

I might make a longer backstory post so I’ll keep this description brief. Kalvin is a bard-barian and belongs to a homebrewed race called Khimera.

Kalvin (or Subject K4L-VI.n) is a Tiger+Bear combination creature (kinda like Frankenstein’s Monster). He was once human before volunteering for the procedure that turned him into the beast he is now.

Some quick trivia is I was inspired and based his design on an obscure creature from the Wizard of Oz books. The creature is called the Kalidah. This is kinda just my take on that creature tbh.

I love him already and can’t wait to develop him in the campaign!

[thewintergirls1]

Day one redo, had 308 k4ls for the day which is a pretty good restart for me, bought a croissant today which was nearly my downfall but gave it to my sister instead so it wasn't a waste.

Just working on getting my steps in for the day, thanks to @sk1nnyb1tchin for restarting with me, can't wait to restart properly!!

[malartifex]

I have some friends who are in a magical girl Tabletop game, and I LOVE designing me some magical girls.

This is all from just 1 commissioner of the same character

Her first design, her second design after going through some character development

and her corrupted form when she fell to her base desires.

Mei belongs to @k4l-am4r1 <3

If you love my designs, you can commission me!

[jxitrash]

I can't believe I'm today year old when I saw your N+K4L post. I can't believe it exists, and it's in the video, I'm going insane. IT IS CANON?? DOES FANGAMER SHIPS KRISELLE??? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?????

IDK IM JUST AS CONFUSED 😭😭😭 I remenber we were freaking out when we noticed in the server, i couldn't believe it jskajs

[therealrodent]

ok what’s up friends (you know who you are) welcome to my Key Observation dump blog where i collect and archive any spare thoughts, ideas, or otherwise miscellaneous neurons that sparked in my brain. i’m mainly doing a blog instead of just dumping this in a discord so i can look back on it whenever and also so that no one has to look or respond or anything, i’m just throwing this to the wind and sometimes it’s good to have an outlet like that. YOU ARE VERY WELCOME TO RESPOND IF YOU WANNA THOUGH I LIKE TO HEAR THINGS YOU CAN JUST HIT MY DISCORD DMS

i feel compelled to say please PLEEAASSEE don’t take these too seriously, i think wayyyy too much for my own good. the only character i have any authority on is, of course, my brain child Rodent so don’t take my words as fact or as holding any kind of weight, especially if unrelated to Rodent. sometimes i just like concepts even if i take them in a way that stretches away from Key Observation

list of tags for my archival reasons:

#Key Observation

#KO OTTO

#KO Rodent

#KO Branch

#KO K4L

#KO Sleeper

#KO Marilyn

#au

#songs

#silly nothings

[melodymissworld]

♡ lollipop shop ☆

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✭ Hello! Welcome to my page. My name’s Melody, and I am a writer/reader fandom fanatic. Don’t be afraid to interact with me! I’m totally an open book and would love to chat about fandom talk + story ideas. 18+. MDNI or you'll be blocked.

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MASTERLIST

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

Oneshots

✭ Beckon To Your Call

✭ Heel to Cheek (18+)

✭ K4L (18+)

✭ Ventriloquist (18+)

✭ Dreams lie, and reality consumes in a quiet, devastating manner.

Series

Dior’s Lawsuit: He Said, She Said

✭ INTRODUCTION

Saltburn

Series

Teacher, Excuse Me?

✭ CH. 1

✭ CH. 2

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