#my beloved crumbs are my favorite

[heretherebedork]

Mawin my BELOVED this poor boy is trying so hard but he's so nervous and I love him so, so much.

MY BABY. Mawin! Beloved child! This boy has such a crush and he's trying so hard and I just want to give him a hug and promise him he's good enough.

And Ton is such a good friend. He's doing his best to build his friend up and support him!

[tumblebumblebee-63]

Nalu sketches because I'm still at the restaurant

[psin314]

You've shown us your other DA OCs but not Hawke yet (unless I missed it) Can we plz get some Hawke crumbs??

default hawke my beloved... da2 is the only da game where i didn't create my own design for a protagonist cus they're already pretty okay. default hawke is popular, there was a lot of content that i needed, so i didn't draw anything myself... i was well fed. i wasn't struggling at all.

also da2 is my fav da game. i played it once. i spent 100+ hours in dai and datv. and da2 is still my favorite. (also i don't remember anything lmao. expect flemeth in the beginning and helping aveline with donnic.)

BUT i tried to find at least something (hawke's boobs under the cut)

from 2019

i have some more pics (2 or 3), with handers and fenhawke but i can't find em sorry :(

[darkmatilda]

CAT FEVER!

in which one you try to convince your husband to adopt a second cat using a multimedia presentation (and kisses)

drabble, 360 words, written with my beloved diva!chemist reader in mind, but you can assume literally anyone else :3

ฅᨐฅ

Cat fever.

It happens to the best, the strongest, even the most sweet-resistance-trained among us.

And you were none of those things.

You lost the battle the moment you saw that commercial on TV with a tiny, fluffy kitten. And then your spy-phone algorithm took care of the rest, making sure you were thoroughly convinced that you needed a second cat.

What was standing in your way?

Nothing.

Well—except maybe it was worth checking in with your husband first.

You and Spencer Reid already had one cat. Marie, rescued by him from a dumpster and named after the brilliant chemist and two-time Nobel laureate (in two different scientific fields!)

Yoou both loved her with your entire hearts.She was your little crumb, your sweet tiny fluffy baby, your omom, the kind of creature that made you want to eat her like a cupcake with a cherry on top.

Anyway

You started slowly feeding kitten propaganda to your husband, quickly realizing he wasn’t quite as sold on the idea as you were. Sure, his eyes would soften at the sight of kittens—but he didn’t exactly leap off the bed where you were cuddling, shouting LET’S ADOPT ANOTHER!

It broke your heart.

You had to convince him.

Or adopt a kitten and hit him with the reality later. But that was Plan B.

While considering your strategy, you came up with the idea of a presentation. A few quickly made slides, calling your husband over to the couch, projecting them onto the TV.Notes in hand, hairbrush as a microphone, his favorite lipstick on your lips.

You cleared your throat and began presenting your arguments.

Lights, camera, action.

You, alone on stage. Your performance, your conviction, and one clear goal. You lowered the brush—ahem, microphone—from your face to cross your arms over your chest and fix your gaze on your husband.

Spencer was resting his chin on his hand, eyes glinting softly with amusement and the glow of the TV screen. You couldn’t quite tell if your presentation had convinced him. But even if it hadn’t, you weren’t too worried. You knew another foolproof method.

After all, that’s exactly why you’d put on his favorite lipstick.

Before he could even shout OKAY LET’S ADOPT ANOTH— you launched your attack.

[22ayla21]

Sweet Mischief

A little bit of mischief between father and daughter landed him in trouble with his beloved wife.

Years flew by like petals carried on a spring breeze, leaving behind only tenderness and fragrance. She and Hugo, whose fates had once intertwined so intricately under a veil of mystery and danger, were now husband and wife. Their home was filled not only with the scent of freshly cut flowers, which she still adored, but also with cozy warmth, laughter, and, of course, the sweet aroma of baked goods. For they had a daughter—a little princess with her mother's eyes and her father's golden mane of hair. They named her Serena—in memory of the one who had once been Hugo's only light in impenetrable darkness.

For Hugo, Serena was the center of his world, his little universe. He cherished her madly, protected her from any troubles, and was ready to move mountains for her smile. In her, he saw the continuation of all the best in his life, the embodiment of that pure kindness that had once drawn him to his wife. And, of course, he couldn't miss the opportunity to pass on some of his unique "skills" to his precious little one.

One of Hugo and Serena's favorite rituals became "Operation 'Cookie'." His wife, knowing his struggle with sweets, tried to bake things that their daughter would like but that wouldn't cause Hugo cravings or aversion. Usually, it was delicate fruit-filled cookies or light biscuits. And so, when the woman, having finished her culinary masterpieces, went to another room for her own affairs, the real fun began.

Hugo, with a cunning glint in his multicolored eyes, took Serena's hand and whispered his lesson.

"See, princess? Mama's distracted," he dramatically whispered, putting a finger to his lips. Serena, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, nodded, mimicking his serious expression. "A true phantom thief must be as inconspicuous as a shadow and as fast as lightning. First, reconnaissance."

He carefully stretched his neck, peeking around the corner as if surveying an impregnable fortress. Serena, imitating him, also tried to peek, but due to her small height, she could only see the wall. Hugo suppressed a chuckle.

"Now—under cover. Crawl, my little accomplice, crawl!" He got down on all fours, and Serena happily crawled after him, giggling. Their path led through the living room, past sofas and coffee tables where books and vases of flowers usually lay.

Upon reaching the kitchen, Hugo again put a finger to his lips. "There it is, the treasure!" His gaze fell upon the plate of cookies on the table. "The main thing is to act silently. Carefully, like this."

He demonstrated how to silently climb onto a chair and how to gently take one cookie without disturbing the others, and how to just as discreetly put everything back in its place. Serena, with her tiny hands, repeated his every move, and her face glowed with pride when she managed to snatch her own cookie.

"Well done, my little Mockingbird!" Hugo whispered, winking proudly. They were about to retreat with their bounty when a soft but firm voice came from around the corner:

"At it again, my dear little thieves?"

Hugo and Serena froze, caught off guard. The mother of the family stood in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, that familiar cunning smile playing on her lips. There was no trace of annoyance on her face, only endless love and tenderness.

Serena, caught red-handed, quickly hid the cookie behind her back, but the crumbs on her cheeks and her satisfied smile gave her away completely. The woman shook her head, walked over to her daughter, and gently took her hand.

"Let's see what you're hiding there, my little bandit?" She gently tickled Serena, who, with a squeal of delight, handed her the cookie, which immediately melted in her mouth.

"And you, my dear?" His wife turned to her husband, whose eyes were now full of guilty but charming pleading. "I don't seem to see you with a cookie in your hands. But the plan was yours, wasn't it?"

Hugo put on the most innocent face he could manage. "I was merely teaching our daughter important life skills, my dear. Knowledge is power, you know."

"I know, I know," his wife smiled. "And for those very 'important life skills,' you're going without kisses until the end of the day."

Hugo's eyes widened in horror. This was the harshest punishment his wife could devise for him. The absence of her tender touches and kisses was more terrifying to him than any prison sentence.

"But, my dove! That's... that's cruel!" he exclaimed, trying to embrace her, but she deftly dodged him.

"Not this time, my dear Mockingbird," she replied with a smile, heading towards Serena to wipe the crumbs from her cheeks. "And you, my little princess, can have another cookie if you promise to share with Mama."

Serena nodded happily, while Hugo, sighing resignedly, watched this idyllic scene. He, the phantom thief, the leader of the "Mockingbirds," a man who could steal anything from anyone, was utterly powerless before his wife and daughter. And in this powerlessness, in this unconditional love, he found his greatest happiness. For despite all the complexities of his past, all the wounds he carried within him, his life was now full of light, warmth, and sweet, though forbidden, moments shared with his family. And he knew that for them, he was ready for anything—even to go without kisses until evening.

[yenhan]

“S’i’ Fosse Soap”

Thoughts on TF141 & International student neighbor

Part One - Masterlist

a/n: f!reader

Synopsis: Soap & the very bad, horrible Italian poem.

You sent them a text. Did it sound like a poorly worded order from a hobbit half their size? Yes. Nothing screamed “girl power” more than a panicked invitation typed at midnight on an overdose of Cheetos, deleted twice, and sent with one eye closed for emotional damage control:

Lunch at mine, 1PM Saturday. Nothing fancy. Pls pretend to be normal :)

To your surprise, all four of them showed up.

You’d cleared the clutter off your tiny table, whipped up a savory pie with loads of leftover vegetables and meat, and added the closest thing to a centerpiece you could find: a half-dead bouquet of tulips and a candle that smelled like disappointment. It will have to do, you thought. Everyone knows you're on a budget. You were hosting four former elite soldiers with the table manners of well-trained raccoons. Upon witnessing Simon inhale the tray of lemon crumb bars you'd baked to celebrate his garage opening, the raccoon comparison felt generous. Everything was going great until Johnny and Gaz presented their “welcome gift” with stupid, toothy smiles. Mind you, regular adults have 32 teeth… Your beloved sergeants would lose all their incisors if they didn’t remove that monstrosity from your humble abode in the next 5 minutes.

Jellied eels. Ew.

You stared at the wobbly mess, blinking like a confused owl or a murderous hyena; it’s all about perspective. “This is a joke, right?”

Gaz beamed. “Traditional British cuisine!”

Soap bounced with enthusiasm. “Delicacy, lass. Cultural exchange an’ all that. Dinnae ye trust yer Johnny-boy?”

You muttered something not fit for polite company in two and a half languages before plotting your vengeance with a smile that should’ve worried them. “Fine, but as punishment, you’re reciting S’i’ fosse foco.” You hummed sweetly.

Johnny’s grin died instantly. “Whit’s that?”

You pulled out a battered paperback from your bookshelf. “It used to be my favorite Italian poem. It's a middle school classic. He’s an angry little man who wants to burn the world. Very relatable.”

—

Price leaned back on the couch, amused; he’d fetched himself a consolation drink after you actively prohibited cigars in the house. Ghost, on the other hand, crossed his arms, clearly resigned to another descent into chaos. Soap cleared his throat, ready to give the performance of his life. You pressed record on your phone.

“S’i’ fosse foco, arderei ‘l mondo…” he began, absolutely butchering the pronunciation with a Scottish-Italian hybrid accent so atrocious it made your ears weep and your ancestors cry out in horror.

You lost it somewhere around “s’i’ fosse acqua, i’ l’annegherei,” where he pronounced “acqua” like “ack-wah” and made dramatic tsunami movements with his hands. Kyle was the only one cheering for him.

“Eh, no one can say I didnae put my heart into it,” Johnny puffed out his chest.

You wiped tears from your eyes, still convulsing with giggles as you hit stop on your phone. “That was something, Johnny.”

Eventually, Soap knighted himself ‘Sir Butchersalot.’ “A self-proclamation of power, lass,” he insisted, and your cheeks ached from smiling. Ghost paused at the door, gave your shoulder a pat that nearly dislocated it, and grumbled a “Good lunch.”

You stood at the threshold as they walked away. What a bunch of weirdos, at least Johnny matched your freak.

Translations for reference:

“S’i’ fosse foco, arderei ‘l mondo…” - If I were fire, I would consume the world

“s’i’ fosse acqua, i’ l’annegherei” - If I were water, I would make it drown

Set somewhere between part one and two. I apologize, I'm obsessed with the boys and this trope and got too much time in my hands.

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

THERE'S A CASTLE ON THE HILL, AS THE STORY GOES...

As promised, some initial thoughts on the things I loved about seeing this show. Spoiler free, since most of us haven't gotten to see it yet, and under the cut since I do wax a bit poetic...

Cinderella’s Castle is, in a strange way, an exercise in irony. The show is a retelling of an ancient story that is beloved and recited throughout so many cultures, and yet somehow feels completely fresh. The modern take on glam-punk lighting, a score infused with styles from 80s synth to anime, a high fantasy set with the costumes to match, the spirit of Jim Henson lingering through both the puppets and some larger and intangible vibe, a script combining that Starkid humor and Hatchetfield darkness with a whole different style of speaking… all of these beautifully executed elements melted together into something that I’ve never before seen. To take a tale as old as time and make it unique is no easy feat, but Starkid did so with magic and charm to spare.

Like any good Starkid show, Cinderella’s Castle is relentlessly dynamic: fun and tragic and exciting and just-plain-silly, with many twists and turns and character moments will make you gasp or cheer just as often as you laugh. It simply rollicks. The story clicks right along, especially in act 2, but the characters are so distinct and fun that I found myself almost wishing the Langs had sacrificed their plotting and pace just to spend more time hanging with every single member of this ensemble of personalities.

And that’s also a tribute to the actors themselves. Jeff is David Bowie reborn as the impish and fabulous narrator. Jon and Joey bring Hop A Lot and Crumb to life with so much charm and presence that they practically had the audience eating out of their hands from the very first second. Like, seriously, you will not believe how invested you will immediately become in these talking animals. Kim’s Fairy Queen is as radiant and terrible as promised; her portrayal of immortal inhuman power compels and commands and stands fully distinct from the Lords in Black. Lauren and Mariah are delightfully disgusting as the vile but deeply lovable troll step-sisters; you can feel the fun they’re having practically radiating off of them. Curt’s Tadius is dryly funny and put-upon, but also provides a vitally grounding and centering presence in the larger-than-life world of the Lands That Are. His big scene with Bryce is probably my favorite part of the whole show. James Tolbert is nothing short of an absolute STAR as the Prince, stealing scene after scene after scene with ease and charm and more jokes about genitalia than I think any of us expected. Angela once again displays a completely different facet of her never-ending range, exuding such elegance and control even in trollish filth that I do fear that the kids on the internet are going to start calling her “mother” with greatly increasing frequency. "Facade" was an absolute highlight of the night. And of course Bryce anchors, propels, and heightens every scene she’s in with such apparent ease you forget she’s been rehearsing for weeks and isn’t simply Ella herself. Ella is this world’s bruised, brave, and angry heart, and you will absolutely root for her every step of the way as she wrestles with who she is and learns what it means to claim her own power.

This was Starkid’s biggest budgeted show to date, and you could tell. This group of Michigan Wolverines and friends have accomplished incredible things since the Very Potter days of a single door and some cardboard columns, and I’m so proud of how far they’ve come. And yet Cinderella’s Castle, the fifteenth musical in the fifteenth year, still retains some of that core Starkid magic that I’ve always believed boils down to love. You can so often see that love emanating from the performers on a Starkid stage: love for the show, for their friends, for their craft, for the audience’s energy pushing them through. And the sense of love and support and community radiating from the audience is just as palpable. The man sitting behind me last night was at his first ever Starkid show, and afterwards he remarked in awe how that was the best audience he’d ever been in. And all that love isn’t unearned—it is built and it is nourished by a proud history of creativity, of song and of dance and of laughter and tears. And Cinderella’s Castle, I think, is going to prove an installment worthy of both Starkid’s past and future.

Starkid family, Bogs Hollow grants thee Starlight.

[ybklix]

stargirl

black hair felix my beloved, just felix my beloved₊˚⊹♡

★ pairing: idol!felix x fem!reader one shoot.

✦summary: After a fashion event in Paris, Felix decides to visit you at your apartment, you two are best friends, you have kissed before but you don't know how to take the next step even though you both want each other badly.

♡notes: 2022 felix in ysl event outfit.

✭ content - tags - warnings: smut / only 18+ / reader's pov / oral sex / unprotected sex / fingering / masturbation / foreplay / needy reader

word count: 6.1k

one shoot (masterlist)

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ I had a vision A vision of my nails in the kitchen Scratching counter tops, I was screaming My back arched like a cat My position couldn't stop, you were hitting it.

I gently placed my fingers over my lips, removing the crumbs from that cookie bite I had just taken. Followed by several bites, I would occasionally run my tongue, while, standing in front of my kitchen island, I flipped through the pages of my previous month's Vogue magazine... I had to confess that I was a little nervous. My mind was all over the place and my stomach seemed to drop with every passing second... still, the cookie was sweet and delicious, I couldn't stop eating it.

The sudden message notification sound distracted my attempted attention from the magazine. My cellphone was right next to it, and that's when through the screen I managed to read his name, and a message telling me to open the door, that he was outside; once again my stomach dropped with nerves and my breathing was short. This used to happen to me when I really liked someone. I think I really like him.

I didn't bother grabbing my cellphone, I just nervously smoothed down my pajama shorts and ran for the door. I was so nervous, I knew he was coming, but I didn't expect it, inside a part of me was begging for him to say I'm getting tired, I think I'll get some sleep, see you tomorrow.... Only then maybe I would feel calmer.

I didn't take any more time to think and simply opened up, finding his slim complexion dressed all in black, in front of me. He smiled at me. I smiled back and let him in.

His scent reached me in his soft breeze as he passed, every passing second was killing me, I really didn't know how much longer I would have to survive like this.

Disappointed that our greeting was just a shy smile, I followed him with my eyes. I was tired of neither of us making the first move, it's not like we hadn't kissed before... I just felt like he had this thought that there wasn't enough trust yet, or maybe he thought we couldn't cross that line yet. Agh, if only he knew… it was what I was looking forward to the most. We had spent an excellent afternoon, touring the city, I took him to my favorite places, talked like I had never talked before, showed him every useless thing in my apartment, my favorite paintings, my favorite restaurant, I was near him for hours… and still, no little kiss. I closed the door after his entrance, he walked a few steps in the foyer and turned to me, looked me up and down, frowned and said:

“Oh sorry, were you going to sleep already?”

I felt my cheeks burn. Embarrassment took over me; the truth was that after a hot afternoon, I wanted to take a bath and make myself as comfortable as possible, but in a… sexy way, to tell the truth the bare shoulders and perfectly loose pajamas were quite cute, just right, why would I feel embarrassed… a part of me knew exactly what I was doing, however the me of the moment, standing in front of the man I liked, didn't have the slightest idea. In fact, I wanted to give the relaxed appearance, as if I didn't care so much in his presence, when in reality I spent hours fixing my hair knowing he was coming, I used concealer under my eyes and richened my lashes by placing a clear mascara, light liquid blush and my favorite perfume on my neck.

“No, I just wanted to be comfortable, although you know… it is a little late” I answered awkwardly, I didn't know how to keep a conversation and he knew that, “Do you want a drink?” I tried to make him comfortable.

“Sure.”

We went to the kitchen where, in two glasses, I served us wine, because I was nervous and didn't really know what I was doing.

“I drank it quite a lot today”, he said.

I looked at him, surprised that this might not be what he wanted to drink. He was sitting on the other side of the kitchen counter as he watched me pour the drink.

“But it's okay” he hastened to add when he saw my reaction, “Champagne, wine, people, basically it was all like that.”

I opened my mouth in amazement, I was just about to ask him how that designer campaign meeting had gone. I must admit, it was quite attractive to seet him at that kind of event.

“Really? And how did it go?” asked him and took a small sip from my glass. I walked around the table, to approach him and hand him the drink.

“Good. Sit here” he suddenly ordered, pointing to the chair next to him on his left side, then stared at me.

Where had that come from? It was so sudden and so… good, I really liked it. Hearing him order me in that voice, I wasn't at all upset. He knew perfectly well that I would do everything I could to push him away, no matter how much I wanted him to, I just couldn't. So I obeyed, and like a good friend about to overhear a friend's conversation, I sat down next to him. Our knees bumped, and he kept staring at me. Quickly realizing his tone, he cleared his throat and tried to take it back.

“Ahh, to talk more comfortable.” I smiled. I liked him too much, couldn't he see it?

We were facing each other. My breath was starting to hitch again, my heart was racing and it was enough just to see the beauty of his face.

At times like this, I pray for him to go away, only then I could breathe. “So, how was your night?”

I used a soft tone and tilted my head a bit to listen to him, just acting like everything is fine. Felix let out a sigh, frustrated, puffing out his cheeks.

“You know well I was nervous, but I enjoyed it, people were so kind” he laughed softly. “It was fun, a lot of people came to Hyunjin and I, they were nice, the atmosphere was good, I guess.”

“That's good to hear.” I saw him pass his gaze to my lips quickly, then quickly divert to the counter, where he captured the cookies on the container.

“From where?” he pointed them out.

“Oh, from the bakery nearby, didn't you see it when you came here?”

“I think so, it looks nice” he smiled at me.

“Do you want some?” I asked him, to which I hurriedly stretched out my hand to reach for the container.

Felix nodded, and gently stretched his neck, opening his mouth. He waited for me to feed him. I unconsciously smiled like a fool at his action and took a cookie, handing it to his mouth, Felix laughed between mouthfuls and took it. From a sweet and innocent act it went to tension, as I suddenly felt his heavy gaze, fixed on me, as he delicately licked his lips. Felix. Making me go from one emotion to another. Does he know how nervous he makes me? I'm sure he does and I'm so embarrassed.

“Tastes good.”

I smiled at him. With nothing more to say, I thought for a few seconds until he spoke again.

“So you didn't go out today?”

I shook my head.

“I came here and wanted to rest a bit.” Felix let out a light chuckle, then took a sip from his glass. I must admit, I memorized every little detail of something that only lasted three seconds… it was like in slow motion. Him, with his elegant build, dressed in a way he regularly doesn't, his shiny black button-down shirt, his formal black jeans, his hair still perfectly groomed despite hours of a tedious social event… the way his arm came up and the glass came to touch his mouth, gently closing his eyes and stretching his head back. I was absolutely lost. Absorbed. I averted my gaze as fast as I could when I realized he wanted to captivate mine.

“And… Hyunjin… didn't he want to hang out?”

Felix looked down for a second and gave a half smile.

“Not really… he said he wanted to rest. But I did want to come and spend some time.” He looked at me once more. This time I could feel the tension and the incredible magnetism in our flimsy bodies. Under the glowing light of my kitchen. Just the two of us. Was it me or was his breathing getting heavy? I smiled at him. Again, out of words to which he added:

“I wanted to see you.”

I froze, I swear if he touchs me I can turn into a liquid state. Still, I pray for him to do it. Now. I watched his fingers play with the cup, and the seconds seemed eternal. I didn't know what to say.

“Wanna listen some music?” he suddenly interrupted, clearing his throat and putting his hand over his fingers.

He quickly stood up on his seat. I looked at him confused; Felix headed for the turntable in my living room.

I soon realized, he may have felt uncomfortable, unrequited. I should have said something, silly me. Why doesn't he just take me, can't he see that? Why doesn't he just...

“I listen to it a lot for my French class” he said cheerfully, showing me the cover of Edith Piaf's album.

I smiled warmly at him as I approached him. One thing about Felix is that he would act as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago, just like me, one of the few things alike that we shared.

“It's fun to learn with music.”

“True... but I don't feel in the mood for Piaf's...”

“How about…” he turned, searching through the albums until finally showing me one, “Yes.”

My smile widened so suddenly.

“Lana? Really?”

“You say it's always a good time to listen to her.”

I wanted to capture him in that moment. Him holding my favorite album, with a smile, taking it gently.

“And it is.”

Nervously, without thoughts, I sat down on the couch. The first few seconds are a kind of crunching sound emitted by the record player, it's so... satisfying, then the best part started: the guitar of cruel world, the song. I closed my eyes tightly, hiding my excitement.

Opening my eyes I found a smiling Felix, approaching me, then sitting down next to me. If I thought about it, Felix's all black outfit, his dark hair, matched the album aesthetic completely.

“I love that song” I told him.

“I know. You love all of them.”

I looked sideways at him as I blushed. The song with that slight crackle was so special, I hadn't heard it in a while. I'm obsessed again.

“I'd do anything to hear it for the first time. To erase my memory and... experience it again.”

Felix laughed. I was so happy to hear Lana that I unconsciously moved closer and closer to him.

When the song ended, suddenly it caught my attention that he got up from the couch to go get his phone from the counter, where he stayed for a while, apparently just texting. I sighed, and decided to approach him. He was acting strange out of the blue, I thought he liked me back... I have to prove it before I build up any more stupid expectations.

Felix laughed and kept on texting. It was no big deal. He was confirming his schedule with someone on his staff for tomorrow. Or so I read. As I steped back, slowly, I saw his relaxed expression, and his adorable profile. Well, if I didn't do it now he would leave with nothing but a void in me.

I tried to pretend to check my phone too, but nothing was getting my attention.

“Felix” I called for his attention.

He raised his eyebrows, as a sign that he was listening, but he wasn't. His eyes were glued to the phone screen, his fingers typing nimbly. He looked so good doing the tiniest thing, still, I wanted his attention.

“Felix” I called him back, to which he unexpectedly locked his phone, placing it on the table and stared at me.

He folded his arms, looking relaxed. He was leaning on the edge of the table, facing my living room. Good. Now I had his attention. It took me a few seconds, I tried to captivate him, to let him feel the atmosphere, to which, then, feeling the blood rise in my cheeks, I let out a small laugh at the phrase however I dared to tell him:

“Do you want to kiss me already?”

He thought about it the shortest second and the next, finally, he drew a shy smile on his face, moved closer to me... and I felt his lips on mine. I could die right there.

His hands took hold of my waist and pulled him closer to his body. We were pressed together, moving our lips slowly, enjoying ourselves. I tried to stand on my tiptoes, as my arms wrapped around his body as well. We lasted like that for a sweet minute, his right hand ran from my waist to my face, where he placed his hand on. We looked at each other. The glance after the act was always….

I didn't have time to think. He interrupted my thoughts as his lips crashed into mine again, but this time it was more passionate, quick, desperate. I think we had only kissed like this once before, and it ended up leaving me totally craving something more.

I felt the warmth and softness of his fleshy lips brush mine; this time his grip was stronger, and his hands torturously roamed my body, my back, waist, caressed my hair, I felt his hands touch my flimsy silk pajamas, and I noticed the coldness of his shirt buttons and belt sticking to me. I tried to keep up with him, but suddenly his tongue made me open my mouth wider. He was initiating it.

I just wanted a piece of him tonight, before he walked through that door, before I went to sleep sad that I didn't tell him how intensely I felt...that I wanted him. But this felt so intimate, special. I hope he can finish what he's starting, my legs don't respond, I can hold on because of his strong grip and I feel my temperature rising.

Our breaths shorten. We manage to separate, but Felix looks serious, focused. Then the torture continues, he follows with light kisses, at the corner of my lips, around my face, my lips, the tip of my nose, at one point in his actions, our hands intertwine and he continues, teasing me. He knows I'm impulsive and may take his lips in a desperate act; but I didn't feel like doing it now, that little moment felt so right, lovely, warm, perfect.

Slowly, his kisses came down, each brush felt like a prick, it's sharp, startling, pleasurable pain. My breathing was getting faster and faster and I can hear the throbbing in my ears... for a second I thought if he is feeling the same. But I couldn't get a good look at him. He deposited kisses on my jaw all the way down to the neck. So this was how it was going to happen. I thought.

I couldn't help but feel the sudden violent throbbing in my lower part. Shit, this time I was already wet. I was aroused and I was dying to know if he was feeling the same.

His perfume overwhelms me and the brush of his nose kills me. For a second it's not about sex, it's not about the incredible urge I have for him to take me, remove my clothes and have him do with me in sudden frenzied actions of his, to cry and scream... for a second... it's about the art of touching skin to skin. I needed him. To feel him close. So close. To breathe in his scent as I lay my head on his shoulder, making me his. It was almost as if this whole process was so tedious, I wanted to be under his skin already. To feel wanted by him.

I was about to regain my composure until he came to give me kisses on my shoulders. I was just asking over and over again in my inner thoughts and cries, please take off my blouse.

He grabbed my butt and again pulled me into his body. That's when I opened my eyes a little in surprise as I finally felt him and, I realized, we were both aroused.

His cheeks were colored with a slight reddish tinge and his hands traveled from my ass to the inside of my blouse, where he roamed my waist. The cool touch of his rings against my warm skin made me let out a soft moan, one that managed to make Felix smile broadly.

Once again we found ourselves kissing, but now slowly, delicately and passionately. His hands were finally touching my skin, sometimes he would bring his hand up and I felt his thumbs play with my nipples, he would squeeze my breast and, I had to admit, I loved it. But it frustrated me at the same time.

As we parted, in a quick act due to my frustration, I boldly removed my blouse and threw it on the floor, letting Felix see part of my naked body for the first time and, giving him the green light, that is absolutely happening tonight. I wanted it so badly. I wanted him to see it all if it's possible.

He opened his mouth slightly in surprise, I let him watch for a few seconds and before he could make the next move, I stepped forward, giving him another quick, passionate kiss, then I was the one moving down his neck and then to his slight bare chest. As I did so I could hear Felix's heavy breathing close to my ear, followed by sighs of frustration, exasperation and the occasional slight moan in his deep voice, which really turned me on more and made my legs lose the strength to stand there, standing in front of him. My bare breasts brushed against his silky shirt and I felt the pressure of his hands caressing my bare back, occasionally pushing my loose hair away from my face.

Finally I managed to unbutton his shirt, I stretched it a little to get it out of the grip of his belt and left it open; I saw his flat and worked abdomen, stupidly I ran my hands over it, feeling it; Felix let out a chuckle with an arrogant tone, to which I quickly raised my eyes and he stopped laughing, even so, he returned a sweet smile, one that ended up melting me.

Unsure, I started moving down, depositing kisses on his chest then his abdomen... if I kept moving down this would have a consequence, so I hurriedly and nervously, directed my hand to his erection, where I gently touched it on his pants. I looked up to see Felix's reaction, but he was already closing his eyes, letting himself go. I squeezed it some more, massaging it, this time Felix moaned. From one second to the next, I was on my knees. In front of his notorious bulge, about to do what it's excpected.

Felix leaned back agains the table a little, relaxed his body and with his left hand began to gently stroke my hair.

When my breathing was becoming uncontrollable, choppy and irregular I was starting to like it more. Just like now. With trembling hands, from excitement and nerves, I unbuckled first his belt... then the button of his pants, his zipper... before pulling it down, I looked at Felix, who was watching me from above, even at that angle he looked so good. I think I had fantasized about seeing him in this position... me pleasuring him.

“Do it” he said to me, in a frustrated tone, almost in a gasp.

His voice became deeper than normal. He licked his lips and waited to be satisfied.

My knees were losing resistance, and the pulsations in me were getting stronger and stronger. My mouth began to produce more saliva and I felt my cheeks burn intensely.

I finally pulled down his pants where I found his erection on top of his underwear, more prominent.

I wanted to play his same game, and I kissed slowly over the fabric, stuck my tongue out moistening him a little and used my hands. It was soft and hard at the same time. Meanwhile, I heard Felix cursing in a low tone and sighing. But I couldn't resist that little game anymore, so I pulled the elastic of his underwear, and I had to turn my face away, otherwise he was going to slap me. I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them to finally see him. I blushed instantly, perplexed that this was actually all happening, me about to give him a blowjob... and I used to be so shy around Felix.

It was perhaps, better than I had imagined, perfect length —I think even a little bigger than I thought— perfect thickness, color and obviously kept the area clean. Shit, it looked so good.

I directed my left hand to his straight, firm manhood, feeling the texture of his skin, going up and down, stroking his tip with my fingers, until I reached the other end. Meanwhile my best friend lifted his head back in pleasure with muffled moans.

Before I felt it in my mouth, I wanted to feel it on my lips. I wanted every end of me to feel his texture... I was pretty sure this was going to keep me happy for quite some time... and of course, his love and understanding, I hoped.

I kissed it once, then opened my mouth, closed my eyes and ran his length across my lips. His warm, stiff, throbbing sex was finally at my disposal, his pleasure was now up to me and the thought was enough to make me wet again. I could be on my knees, below him, but I still felt that all the power belonged to me now.

Without further ado, I held him with moderate force and began to lick him, moistening and lubricating him... from his glans to his base, tentatively taking his balls from time to time and at last, I was ready to take him into my mouth. Concentrating on not ruining it, I sucked hard, using my tongue and making him rub the softness of the inside of my cheeks. He seemed to love it.

That's when I noticed a weak Felix, surrendered and letting himself go, holding more and more to the kitchen counter with his hand and the other one not letting go of my hair.

I continued my work, in, out, from shallow... to trying deeper, pulling him out, flicking my tongue and when I felt my jaw hurt, I used my hands.

Felix's moans and gasps were getting hotter and hotter. But nothing compared when he moaned my name in his voice, or when he let out little whispers, like this, it feels good, it was the best music to my ears, even better than the one that was playing in the background... it was priceless, the feeling was on another level. I wanted to be his already.

The atmosphere was burning, nothing around us could turn us off, he was totally lost to the pleasurable sensations and desire. His moans were so hot, blending together with the music and the grotesque sounds of his penis in my mouth, it was all too much that I couldn't help but run my hand slowly over my body, traveling over my tits, pressing them, imagining it's him, finally him, until I reached my wet spot. I was dying to be touched, but I had to stop myself. I really wanted it to be him this time.

Felix noticed my groping, bit his lip and, between the incredibly deep look of lust —a dark, piercing, serious yet brilliant look, my new favorite look of his— I noticed his intentions to stop me and take me. To touch me.

But I didn't want to. I didn't want to stop until I saw him cum. Climax. For me. And only for me. I wanted to see him made a mess just for me. If that included having to hold out a little longer for his touch, I would hold out.

I kept up my work for a while longer, keeping a rhythm, speeding it up, feeling every outstanding vein, his skin texture and fat vibrating cock inside my mouth and sliding down my tongue. Tears were starting to come out of my eyes, my nose was about to get runny… I was so turned on that if he didn't cum, I would at any moment. I swear his moans, the strong grip on my hair, loud sighs and gasps as he called my name were enough for me. I was going crazy.

I could tell how much he loved to be pleasured, the movement of his hips was slight, and his little pushes and pulls on my hair were gentle; just Felix always being so considerate.

Until I felt salty droplets of his pre-seminal fluid coming out of him, lubricating the area more, making it slippery, I knew he was going to cum soon. So I continued, harder.

Felix's moans began to change suddenly his ahh was getting deeper and steadier, his legs were getting weaker and that's when I suddenly felt something warm shot my mouth, followed by a loud exasperated moan from my best friend, fuck, he yelled. He filled my mouth, dripping semen on the edges of it.

I was surprised, but I couldn't help but smile in satisfaction, seeing him fully yielding, with his head back, I was just looking at his bare abdomen, his long neck and marked jaw. I withdrew my mouth and hands slowly, still a mess was made, one that didn't bother me at all, after all it was what I was looking for. His semen fell a little on the floor and there were drops on my chest; I didn't know exactly what to do so I thoughtfully swallowed it. After all Felix was a guy who kept his diet healthy, just someone to trust I guess.

I looked up and found Felix staring down at me from above, at a fucking hot angle, with a cocky grin, he said with a husky voice:

“Did you just swallow it?”

My cheeks burned in embarrassment, I was already hot, and my face already had that pink tinge to it; but for some reason I felt the intensity of the color rise, I didn't know what to say, I was suddenly back to my shy self; was it wrong?

His hands searched my cheeks and lifted my gaze. Quickly, I stood up, never breaking eye contact.

“You're too good. Good girl.”

Still, I was still so horny and wanting so much more. Felix smiled at me, moved dangerously close to me and with his thumb wiped the semen beside my mouth, ran his finger across my lips and made me open my mouth, tasting him one last time. I would never have thought Felix would do something like that, I was surprised and delighted. At the end of the day he was just a little older than me, I guess there is more sex experience in him than I know; I was dying to know.

Without hesitating, he took me by the waist and sat me on the table, the cold, hard marble stone it was made of made me moan. This time Felix had no time to waste, so he pulled hard on my shorts and panties, leaving them lying on the floor and me, completely naked and vulnerable in front of him. I quickly glanced down at my body and then stared at him, his chest still rising and falling from heavy breathing, his gaze turned darker than usual and he still looked focused.

I blushed, he only moved closer to me, separating my legs to accommodate his body and began to kiss me, but now his hand was holding my neck tightly and the other was squeezing and playing with my breasts until he reached my wet pussy, where I put my legs together a little and gave a little jump of surprise when I felt his fingers pass through my area.

I confidently opened up more and more to Felix and wanted to enjoy his touch. I felt two of his slender fingers run up and down, until they found my clitoris, which made me moan in between the kiss, making me shudder, making my nipples hard and, by uncertainty, bringing me closer to his body. Finally he squeezed it and began to make movements, up and down and then circularly. He pulled away from me, but his face was inches from mine. I saw in detail his serious countenance, his pink lips with their perfect heart shape, the freckles scattered across his face and the hair falling a little to his forehead beginning to unkempt, our eyes meeting again.

I held myself with both hands, placed firmly on the table, but I felt small in front of him, I felt like he was now in total control of me. My muscles were contracting, my stomach was enlarging and shrinking from my breaths and constant sighs of excitement… his touch made me swoon. He continued like this, a few painful minutes in which I felt more and more of my climax until he moved down and inserted two of his fingers. It felt so good, with his thumb he kept caressing my clitoris and wet labia; he kept his rhythm, without being rough, it was perfect. I closed my eyes and let myself go, still wanting more of his touch.

“Does it feel good?” he said in my ear in a husky voice.

He smiled broadly. I knew it filled his pride and he liked knowing he was good at what he did, if not the best. At times I was afraid this would happen, Felix can be a bit of a perfectionist, yet he seemed to handle it very well, he cum for me and just now I was watching him masturbating himself. His hand was going up and down and pulling hard his cock, he seemed to be a little rough on himself. He looked so good. I suddenly realized, I wanted him inside me right now.

Felix caught me watching him, removed his fingers from me and began to tease me, rubbing the head of his erect penis over my wet, throbbing lips, pressing and slapping it. I just groaned in frustration.

“Do you have a con…?”

“Do it like this” I interrupted him, aroused.

Felix frowned, confused and unsure of his next move.

“They're in my room. But you can really do it like this” I tried to calm him down and persuade him.

I didn't want to walk to my room for a condom and I didn't want him to come off me right at the best time of night either. Yes, I was thinking stupidly and one little mistake could be forever but those were problems of the future, now I was here, next to him, ready for him to fuck me.

Then, the thing I craved so much, he pushed it into me, slowly until it was all inside. Felix grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to his body, feeling his length deepest in me. I let out a moan. Him inside me felt so good, so right.

And then he started with the non-stop movements, the thrusts. He started slow and when I felt it, I asked for him to do it faster. The sound of our bodies colliding was beutiful. Felix in one swift movement gracefully slid his shirt off, throwing it to the floor, leaned towards me and I couldn't help but touch his naked torso. His arms his back, and his thin silver chain dangling, moving. It felt so good I had forgotten what an incredible dancer he was, he had amazing control in his hips. His thrusts were strong, deep and steady, each one deteriorating me, destroying me, in the best possible way.

My breasts were moving up and down and Felix was moaning and panting freely near my ear. Everything was wonderful. I managed to wrap my legs around his body and stroke his soft hair, I was feeling so full and full that I could predict my climax at any moment. He felt it, my legs trembling, my muscles shrinking, my back arching and my eyes watering with my grip on his back tighter, my inner walls felt so hot, wrapping his hard dick tightly.

So, before I could cum, he kissed me, caught my lips, passionately. And I climaxed, this time moaning louder than the previous times and one more time… calling his name.

Felix didn't cum yet, but he seemed happier for my reaction as a half-smile appeared on his face. He continued inside me but now in a more delicate and slower, almost romantic way, until he pulled his erection out of me, resting it on my belly and came.

I was trying to catch my breath, as was he, for a few seconds we said nothing. Until we looked into each other's eyes and we both burst into laughter. It was bit funny because evidently we both wanted to have each other so badly.

I got off the table, thinking, this doesn’t have to end yet, I feel sticky for the fluids and a little embarrased. Since we were here, there was one more thing I wanted to do, well, hundreds, but right now I was only thinking of one. I want to jump on his dick.

“Let's go to my room”, I said, taking his hands, almost in a plea “Take off your clothes.”

Felix still had his pants and underwear on, only they were both pulled down. Without looking back I walked to my room, almost jumping of happiness. I waited for him, sitting on my bed. I was wet and ready again just thinking about it. Felix came in a few seconds later, shy, blushing and covering his area, as if I hadn't seen it all before. I laughed slowly and he sat down next to me, on the edge of the bed, so with a nod I told him to settle in nicely, with his full body to the bed.

Finally we were both naked, ready to give ourselves completely once again. I spread my legs apart one on each side of him, putting my body in front, and kissed him again. That unique kiss that we loved to give each other so much, passionate, strong and intense. My hands went down from his abs to his already hard cock, playing with it a little. As we parted, I looked at him, and confessed:

“I want to feel all of you again, Felix; is that okay?”

That meant I wanted to feel every raw texture of his hard cock inside me, every inch rubbing all over my guts.

He looked at me, so fucking cute with his big brown cat eyes; he nodded shyly.

I smiled and put it on. Slowly, teasing him. I played a little, rubbing it in my area, rubbing it, just like he did. Letting myself fall gently on his cock, stroking it over my cunt without putting it inside of me yet, moving slowly back and forth, Felix closed his eyes in pleasure, and I couldn't hold back any longer, I was just getting wetter and wetter, my area was was throbbing, ready to ride my best friend's cock.

So I stared at him.

“Now it's my turn” I said.

I had this theory that Felix liked to be slightly dominated and, evidently he liked to have the attention to him and I seriously liked to give, so it was a perfect dynamic. And without further ado, I settled him right into me. Felix moaned and his hands held my waist tightly.

Then I started to do it finally, what I wanted so badly after all. I jumped on him, slowly moving up and down… as I felt his hands run up and down my body, damn it was excellent. My cheeks once again burned and I felt slight sweat break out on me. Felix seemed to love it and that was just what I wanted. I rested my head near his neck for a moment, breathing in his scent and feeling his soft hair on my nose. I had him just the way I wanted, close to me.

Once again, the beautiful, grotesque sound of our skins colliding mixed with our pleasure-filled sighs and moans. Until culminating in my second orgasm and for him, his third. The sensation was so indescribable and more when you’re together with the person you wanted.

We hugged. Felix gave me a tender kiss on the cheek as he stroked my arm and hair. I expected nothing more from sweet Felix than adorable after care; he was just like that.

I think I was going to sleep next to him for the first time. Internally I squealed with excitement and returned the tender kiss on his cheek.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Gummy Worm

Debut: Real Life

Usually, on a Friday, we would have a post about something not from Mario, but from a game nonetheless. But I've been thinking about gummy worms. And I want to talk about gummy worms. And I can do whatever I want!

Gummy worms are a wonderful, wonderful creature! A bit difficult to categorize, from a creature standpoint. They are inanimate objects, but based on creatures, giving them immediate creature character. They're not fictional creatures, since they're real! They exist in our realm alongside us. Quite a puzzle, isn't it? (it isn't)

Gummy worms are thought to have originated as Trolli's Squiggles, which still exist today! It's unclear WHEN exactly they were created, but they were brought over to the United States from Europe in 1981 (worms of all kinds love to be introduced to the United States from Europe), gaining notoriety after being featured in Ghostbusters. Americans only just found out about these things, and they were already charmed to the point of putting them in a feature film. That's how delightful these things are!

Of course, I have my own ideas. How strange that we don't exactly know when gummy worms were created. Almost as if they weren't created. Almost as if they slithered through a portal out of the Candy Dimension, where everything is made of candy, of course. There, gummy worms naturally burrow through soil made of crushed cookie bits. Yes, they poop out nutrient-rich cookie crumbs that help jelly beans and other candy plants to grow extra healthily. Of course they do. What do you take me for?

I think the most ICONIC gummy worms are easily the two-toned sour ones! There we have our three iconic characters: Blue/Pink, Yellow/Red, and Green/Orange. These seem to have originated as Trolli's Sour Brite Crawlers, and by now you may have noticed that Trolli doesn't tend to actually use the term "gummy worm" in their branding! Mercifully, the term "gummy worm" remains public domain, for us to frolic around with until the end of time!

One of my favorite things about Gummy Worm is that it's a celebration of the humble Worm. Isn't it so wonderful that there's an animal that is a near-featureless tube squirming in the soil beneath us? I'm sure you've wanted to eat one before. We all have. I love you, Worm, but you win the number one most slurpable animal award. We silly humans aren't supposed to eat raw worms, though, because of disease and parasites. Skill issue, I must say. Moles eat them with aplomb! When people do eat worms, it's after cooking them, but at that point they're not wiggly and slurpable anymore... there must be a better way (it's gummy worm!)

When doing research for this post I was kind of taken aback when learning worms were chosen for the candy's shape for the "gross" factor. I genuinely forgot anyone thinks that about worms! That's just a little thingy! Barely any features to be repulsed by!

Gummy Worm is basically the perfect Thing to me. It's worm, it's sweet treat, it's whimsical, it's everything! And we don't have to be limited to the kinds that are marketed to us, because you can make your own gummy worms if you want! You can make them realistic colors! Even realistic flavors, if you know what a worm tastes like... I don't, but if you are friends with a mole, you could ask.

There are big gummy worms, which is wonderful, but it's not enough. I think these should be available as pets. A three foot long gummy worm that is sentient, loves you, and never dies. Until that happens, I am happy to live in a world where gummy worms exist, and are beloved!

[numberoneredriotfan]

Just wanted to put some of my favorite shots from Wiege here since I'm so not normal

THIS IS CANON THEY GOT MARRIED AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND HYUNA WAS ALIVE YUP THAT IS TOTALLY WHAT HAPPENED MM NO DOOMED TOXIC HETERO IN THIS HOUSEHOLD.

Okay but seriously this is such a beautiful frame and the implication that they get to live happily in another life... ough... my heart...

Sua...

SUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

I wonder if this implies that originally Mizi was supposed to wear the white dress and Sua was supposed to wear the black one. It would make sense, since white feels more like a Mizi color than it does Sua and vice Vera. But that's just me speculating. Anyway, Mizisua crumbs my beloved <3

I love this frame because it shows the brief moments of happiness the kids experienced in their horrible situation. Or perhaps the childhood bliss and ignorance to what they would face when they grew up. Moments of fleeting happiness that we as the audience know could never last forever. Fuck.

I just thought this frame was silly. Those silly goobers. I miss them so much :')

OUGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY. Real though if I saw Hyuna I would have the same reaction.

The difference in their expressions here...

Mf quit smiling like that I'm trying to hate you/j

And then... yeah. Also, would like to point out-

His album cover... Vivinos you sick son of a bitch.

Honestly, Wiege might be my favorite music video so far. It was wonderfully made, the animation was just stunning, the song was obviously a banger but the orchestra during that one sequence was just. Incredible. Overall it was amazing and heart wrenching, as expected from Alien stage.

Anyway! Can't wait to see Mizi's crash out!!

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Love Potion (Penguin x f!reader)

You never believed in something like magic, but this love potion seems too tempting. Little did you know that Penguin drank this, thinking it was juice. And then he was quite fond of you out of a sudden.

You were sighing as you held a little bottle with light purple liquid in it. Observing it with a sad smile. You didn’t believe in magic but as you were roaming through this city, seeing the old and rusty shield with the words “Witch’s Corner - Magic Shop” on it, your curiosity got the better of you. You were looking through the shelves, seeing some lucky charms and potions. For good health, for financial luck and a love potion. You were drawn to it. This shiny and light liquid was fascinating. The old lady with this heartwarming smile patted your shoulder. “You can take it my dear. Maybe your beloved one will notice you with a little help.” And before you could argue or pretend that you didn't think of your crush, you went back towards the Polar Tang, with a love potion in your hand. You didn’t know why you bought it in the first place. There was no way this would work right? So why were you so dumb, believing in this kinda thing. Maybe the temptation was too strong. Imagining your crush, Penguin, falling in love with you was enough to make your heart, jump a little.

You were deep in thoughts as you could hear a knock on your room door. With a “yelp” you jumped up. Turning around you could see Bepo standing there, looking at you with a smile. “Sorry for disturbing you y/n-chan. I was wondering if you could help me clean the kitchen and prepare lunch?”

You chuckled. “Of course.” With that you left your quarter with Bepo unknown that the chaos will unfold soon enough.

During lunch you were joking with Shachi and Penguin, same as usual. “You have something here” Penguin said and gestured that you have a crumble near your lips. You tried to remove it til Penguin chuckled. It was just like any other day but this time was different. Penguin hovered over the table, caressing your lips, removing the crumb, sitting back to his seat while he licked his lips. “Now your beautiful face is crumbs-free.” He said and smiled softly, earning a deep blush from you.

“W-What? Why did you do this?”

Penguin titled his head smirking. “Because I thought you need a hand back there silly.”

You nodded still confused. “Dude did you drink some cringe liquor or what’s wrong with you?” Shachi said with a laugh, patting his back.

“No, I just…” He glanced over towards you and started to whisper something in Shachi’s ear. You were curious and concentrated on his words. Your hearing was quite good.

“I just noticed that y/n had some of my favorite juice in her quarter and I took a sip.”

You stood up, hearing every word he was saying. With a blank expression you felt like you would pass out every second. “Y/N chan what’s wrong? You look really pale.” Bepo’s concerned voice was ringing in your head. You couldn’t help but stare at Penguin and Shachi. Everyone was looking at you with a worried and surprised look.

“You were in my room?” You were stammering, your throat was hurting. Tears were forming in your eyes.

Penguin stood up quickly, making the dishes on the table fall nearly off. “Hey relax. I'm sorry ok? I was on cleaning duty and wanted to ask you if you have some clothes I could wash but you weren’t there. I saw it and took a sip. I’m sorry I just-”

You ran off towards your quarter. Cutting him off. It couldn’t be right? He didn’t drink the potion right? As you reached your room with heavy panting you saw the little potion empty. You felt dizzy. So he really drank it. Your body was trembling and soon enough your legs went weak and you were sinking towards the floor. That’s why Penguin caressed your lips just now and were flirting with you out of nowhere. Tears roaming down your face and you couldn’t help it. It was a dumb thing to cry about. You weren’t even sure if you would use it ever and now the decision was made without your consent. Because it was an accident.

Your sobbing alarmed some of your crewmates and soon enough you could feel a pair of arms around your body. Someone was hugging you from behind. With puffy red eyes you turned your head towards the figure who was giving you a lovely embrace.

You could only see a penguin hat. “I am sorry. If I knew you would cry I never would’ve entered your room without your consent nor drink it. I am sorry. What can I do for your tears to stop? I don’t ever wanna be the reason for your tears.” Before you could answer, Ikkaku pushed Penguin out of the way. “How about respecting boundaries first, buddy?” Ikkaku huffed, taking your hand and leading you towards the room. She was slamming the door shut, guiding you towards your bed.

“Tell me what’s wrong. There is no way you would cry for this trivial reason like entering our room without permission or drinking some of your stuff.”

You were looking at her, sniffling. Ikkaku went pale. “Oh no don’t tell me you are on your period. Sorry girl. Can I bring you a heating pad or some chocolate?” Ikkaku panicked and hugged you while stroking your back.

“I’m not on my period. It’s not a hormone thing. Don’t worry.”

You said while sniffing. “I guess I made a dumb decision.” You confessed and told Ikkaku everything.

She was nodding. “Ok let me see if I understand it correctly. You bought a love potion, and after realizing Penguin drank something you went back here just to find out that the love potion is empty.” You nodded in agreement. “And now you think, Penguin is helplessly in love with you because he flirted a little with you during lunch.” Ikkaku was giggling.

You stood up groaning. “This isn’t funny. He is under the influence of a love potion.”

Ikkaku stood up as well. “First of all magic doesn’t exist ok? Second, you guys are always flirting with each other. There is no difference at all.”

You froze looking at her with a light blush. “We never flirt with each other. What are you talking about?”

“Come on girl. Don’t play dumb.”

You shook your head. “Ikkaku you have to believe me we never flirt. It’s just -”

Ikkaku held your shoulder with a firm grip. “ And last but not least. He is already helplessly in love with you. Way before this weird love potion thing.”

You blinked a few times and then you burst into loud laughter.

“How can you be so clueless…” Ikkaku sighed. “Just act naturally and you will see that this love potion is not real.”

And you did your best.

After the worrying looks and even some concerned words from your crewmates you just brushed it off with “stressful time thanks to your hormones” and no one questioned it. It wasn’t nice of you to lie towards your crew but it was the only and less embarrassing option you could go with. As you went with your normal daily routine you came across Penguin once more.

Both of you were awkward. While you were looking away you could see that he was scratching his neck, looking away as well.”I heard that you don't ehh feel too good today. I am still sorry I just ehm…I didn’t mean too..uhh…” Penguin stammered he was kinda lost of words. You looked at him with a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok. I’m sorry for worrying you.” The sudden image of him embracing you and his warmth on your back made you blush all over again.

He looked back at you with a small smile and you were sure that your heart did a little jump. “I always worry when it comes to you. I can’t stop it y’know? You are just too precious for me.” You took a few steps towards him, closing some of the distance.

He looked at you with an anticipated look and a small tilt of his head.

You took a deep breath. “There is something I have to tell you. To confess…”

You looked at him and could see a bright red on his cheeks. “You see I…-”

“I like like you!” Penguin cut you off with a sudden confession. “I’m sorry but I just thought I should be a gentleman and be the first to confess his feelings to you. Even so it wasn’t very gentleman-like nor how I imagined it. I mean I thought I would take you out on a date and have a more romantic setting prepared and all and argh sorry I’m blabbering too much right now.”

“Stop apologizing.” You said and were looking at him. He gasped as he was looking into your sad eyes, piercing right through his heart. “You don’t mean it at all. You are under the influence of a love potion.”

Penguin tilted his head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Don’t you get it? The juice you drank was actually a love potion. I…I didn’t even want to use it in the first place. But then I saw how you were flirting with me during lunch and then I saw the empty bottle in my room…”

His hand reached out ready to comfort you. “Y/N, I-”

“No, please let me explain first. It’s not like I dislike you. I really adore you. It wasn’t even my plan to buy it but before I knew it was in my hand and I was looking at it. I want your love. But not like this. I want you to reciprocate my feelings on your own.”

The silence between you was heavy.

A low chuckle came from Penguin and you were looking at him.

“You bought a love potion because you have a crush on me?” He was smirking at you and you couldn’t help but stammer. “I didn’t buy it because I have a crush on you. I just bought it. Having a crush on you had nothing to do with you.” You pouted. Penguin was pricking your cheeks with his finger. “Stop pouting. You are way too cute like this. Blushing like this. Let me show you something ok?” He held your hand, guiding you towards your room. As you were inside he was closing the door behind him.

“W-What do you wanna show me?” You stammered while he was closing the distance between you. Even so you took a few steps back, he followed your steps, til you had the desk behind you. Penguin caged you between his arms with a grin.

He was holding the empty bottle in front of you. “Is this the one? Where ‘love potion’ is written on?” You blushed and avoided his gaze. “Yes and to be fair I didn’t even see that this was written on.”

He chuckled. “Well I saw it, after I was cleaning the mess up.”

You were looking at him with a sudden movement. “What mess?”

“Well first of all, I didn’t drink it.”

You couldn’t quite understand what he meant. You could hear him shuffle with his arm and was holding a bottle of juice in his hand. “This is what I meant.”

You were pretty dumbfounded by now.

“When I was looking for any dirty clothes like your socks, like usual, my head bumped into the desk and your precious ‘love potion’ fell off and the liquor ran out. I tried my best to clean it with a towel and then I saw two things. As I put your little bottle up again I saw the words on it and I saw that you were hiding my favorite orange juice under your desk. So I thought I could take a sip while thinking about who would be the lucky person who received your love.”

“You actually were talking about juice…”

“Well of course.” You looked down at the ground.

“But you flirted with me during lunch.” You mumbled.

He smiled and his fingers were holding your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Not the first time I did it. And to be fair. If you would just listen to me back there, you would’ve known that I was talking about the orange juice under your desk.”

Your whole face heated up. “You are an idiot.”

He laughed and the sweet sound of his laughter made you feel warm inside.

“Then allow me to be your idiot.”

“Does that mean, you…?”

“I’m not under the influence of a love potion. Just under the influence of being in love with a fantastic and wonderful girl who is quite the catch if you ask me. Yeah she might be a little dumbfounded and silly but that makes her really lovable in my opinion.”

He closed the distance between you and his lips found yours. Happiness was all you could feel in this moment.

[kimberbohwrites]

Kimber! I am high and feelin terrible 😭 please I can I have crumb of serotonin from you my beautiful moot!

What is you favorite thing about our beloved Rolan.

Could be physical or personality wise and even a favorite headcanon! *i literally just scrolled past a Rolan post you reblogged and my screamed at me to ask you 😭🤭😅😅😅♥️*

(if your still taking requests! If not please ignore this non-bine's stoned crazy rambings)

this is me ⤵️

You thought I forgot but I didn’t

My favorite thing about Rolan is actually maybe unexpected but it’s his eldest brother energy.

Rolan is an amazing brother.

❣️It is a canon fact he’s not actually their brother by blood, but that has not nor will it ever stop Rolan from giving everything for his siblings. He has kept the safe during the Fall of Elturel and when we meet him as a refugee he is trekking though the a$$ end of nowhere to get to Baldur’s Gate with them. Sure it looks a selfish at face value — they are rushing to accomplish his dream. But it’s also the ONLY shot they have now. They have no home. No family. Nothing. It’s Rolan makes his dream work or they end up starving on the streets.

❣️He shows what he’s willing to sacrifice for Cal and Lia so many times in the game.

❣️ In the Shadow Cursed Lands when he runs after them with little but a torch — Rolan isn’t stupid he KNOWS there is a good chance he won’t survive the attempt. Does this stop him? No. He will literally run to his certain death in the shadow of Moonrise Towers trying to reach Cal and Lia. What if he’d made it into the Towers? Rolan was literally willing to take on Ketheric Thorm and the a so-called god, the Absolute, to get his siblings back.

❣️And let’s not forget — Rolan literally cannot be saved in the end if his siblings aren’t alive. He’s so lost, his soul so pitch-darkened by their loss that he sides with a monster like Lorroakan against you. You’re forced to kill him alongside his master and it is absolutely heartbreaking because it’s the worst possible ending for him. Such a bright future swallowed by repeated tragedy and irreparable grief.

❣️But if they live, he still suffers for them. Why do you think such a proud man willingly takes beatings from a lunatic like Lorroakan in the first place? He’s all too aware of the constant pressure to succeed for his siblings. He can’t lose the one opportunity he sees for them and so he submits to weeks — maybe months of of abuse before we can help him once more. The love he holds in his heart for his siblings, the lengths he’s willing to go to for them, the THINGS HE IS WILLING TO ENDURE. I absolutely love that about him, more than anything else.

(Number two thing I love most about him is his freckles)

[oh-no-its-bird]

<climbs in through your windows and falls fca first onto the floor>

Hey so uh I don't remember if you found a third to Huohua and Hana's team and I just wanted to jump in real quick with a suggestion that I think is around the same age as them-

Nara Ensui

My reasons are thus:

1. While the Ino-Shika-Cho trio is a big thing, clearly not all Yamanakas/Naras/Akimichis can be in one of those cells, and based on the naming convention, it seems to mainly apply to the clan heirs/main family, probably for political relations reasons

2. Ensui (seemingly) wears eyeliner and I feel like that should make him pivotal to the plot

I did actually choose someone to be their third on the team !! They're getting stuck with Kabuto bc I find him fascinating and it'll be a fun way to get Houhua dropped onto Orochimaru's radar

However Ensui is such a fun choice too, I might have to put him in my back pocket for later use. Ur so right, any character w eyeliner immediatley deserves to be elected for plot significance

I will say, I think it'd be so fun if he was added and we did play with like. There weren't enough kids to make an even number of ino-shika-choi teams. Do u think he'd feel left out? How do you think he'd be chosen to be the one excluded that year? So many fun thoughts ,,

Might have to play with that later actually, I like the crumbs of that narrative. Idk if Houhua is gonna pass the chunin exam yet so if he doesn't, maybe his second team can include him? Hana would pass for sure, and Kabuto's whole thing is that he fails it every year.

Actually quick side, note: the fact that this is possibly Kabuto's first chunnin exam (how old is he again ?? I don't fucking remember but not that old) is interesting too, he won't know what he's going into like he does other years

Anyways team (whatever number) my beloveds <3

Does their team number change w the teachers they're given ? Bc like, they were handed to Kakashi first, which would make them team 7 (for like half a day) but after that, are they still team 7? Could be cute if they're called smthn like team 7 and a half

Their team number is constantly shifting w each new teacher they're thrown at, the other teams just start calling them team 7 and a half to make fun of them and it sticks

Team 7 and a half my beloveds <3

Actually. Thinking ab Kabuto now. Having thoughts. Experiencing emotions.

I do think the most interesting result in Houhua being on a team w him would be he recognizes that Kabuto wants to fail the exam on purpose, then somehow, some way, tricks or corners him into passing.

VERY big wrench in Kabuto's plans and Houhua is suddenly on his list of least favorite people. He has BEEF. No idea how we'd get there tho, or if I even wanna fr take it there, I just think it'd be interesting.

ANYWAYS UHH

While I'm here and talking ab the au, take this comment from the vault fic chapter where I posted about the au:

I absoloutley think Jun and Kisame should get to know eachother for sure, itd be so fun !! Idk how exactly, but if nothing else Kisame seems to be great at handling standoffish ice prince bitches (*cough* Itachi *cough*) so he should be surprisingly good w interacting w Jun !

Which also brings up the fact that like. Jun and Itachi interacting would be the funniest thing ever. Because before Itachi hearing that Houhua has some mystery relationship w this guy, they're probably just standing next to eachother in dead silence (it's very peaceful)

But then Jun gets potentially rather violently recruited into Akatsuki, so now he's being very frosty (they are still standing together in dead silence)

And then by the time he melts a little, Itachi has noted the weirdness w Houhua. And now he's being super frosty and incredibly passive aggressive. And also possibly plotting a silent murder.

But Jun has no fucking clue who Houhua even IS so he literally has nothing he can say to explain this shit to calm Itachi down. And also does not care enough to even try to explain. And also Itachi is Itachi and isn't explaining why he himself is mad anyways so Jun has no fucking way of knowing why he's even mad. Or even telling that he is mad bc hes shit at reading people

(They are still standing next to eachother in dead silence)

Kisame comments on how whenever they're w Jun, Itachi is the most animated he's ever seen him. Very impressive work there Jun!

I do not think that Itachi would make a conscious plot to pretend to be in a relationship with Kisame. But I do think it'd be really fucking funny if Itachi, completely without thinking it through, blurts out that he's in a relationship w Kisame w some very vague (and possibly a little manic) only half-thought idea of making Houhua jealous.

Kisame is ???????? but doesn't argue bc Itachi is... probably going somewhere with this? Tho he doesn't understand where.......?

Itachi immediately regrets it (his face is still dead blank and unreadable, but he's screaming internally) but refuses to backtread bc that's embarrassing. He has never admitted to a mistake in his life, and he is not going to start here. (Kisame is going to RUTHLESSLY make fun of him for all of this later, and he will deserve it)

Itachi also blurted this out like. Totally unprompted and probably in the middle of a battle. No one (especially not Houhua) fucking asked. So Houhua, very very confused, goes "????? Good for you ???????? You still murdered our entire clan tho so um ?? I'm gonna keep fighting u? If thats ok?"

(No one in this conversation is leaving with their dignity intact)

I THINK ITD BE SUPER INTERESTING IF HE DID ACTUALLY? Hmm I might have to think ab that one. I wanna make sure all the mangekyou awakenings in this au are as heavy and significant as they really should be, yk? So idk if I'd wanna use Houhua's play dead jutsu for it, it'd feel a bit cheaper to me, just a bit. But then if I played it right ig it could be as heavy as it deserves. Mmmm, choices

Kabuto and Houhua are making direct eye contact going "I smell a rat in here and I KNOW it's not just me"

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

hiii, could i request general blitzø x reader content?? honestly anything, i’m begging for crumbs at this point, there’s like no content for him 😭

OMG YES UGHHHH BLITZø MY BELOVED AUSB i have a few other prompts of him (that aren't ask) and he is jushfgshg i love him reader is implied to be an imp but can be read as any type of hellborn

He makes me laugh | Blitzø x GN!Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: Mentions of NSFW but nothing too serious

Blitzø couldn’t understand how he got so lucky. His tail flicked behind him as he watched you interact with his daughter. Loona, who normally snarled at people to back away, was engaging in a conversation with you about a shared interest. Shockingly she was the main one talking, as you listened. That was possibly his favorite thing about you, that you lent an ear to those who believed that they didn’t have a voice. 

You were his most healthy relationship, by a long shot. Being patient with him, picking up the shattered pieces of his shell,  and helping him back together, no matter how many cuts you received. If he could compare his relationship to anyone, it would be M&M, which was a just compliment in his mind. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, before smiling at him. 

Blitzø swears that if he was capable, he would have exploded. He let out a soft purr as his tail flicked harder. He was so caught up in staring at your perfectly hand-crafted face, that he didn’t notice that a client had walked in, standing in front of him while waving their hands. It took Loona yelling his name for him to snap out of his thoughts. With a slightly embarrassed look, he took the client into his office. Loona huffed and turned to you.

“Seriously, what do you even see in him?” She asked, propping her paws on the table. She began to scroll on her phone as you plopped right onto the table and looked at the office door, trying to think of a way to answer her question. The real answer was what he didn’t see in him. 

You had met him through horse riding lessons, being the teacher. Though you normally dealt with kids, be it their parents who paid for the lessons or a school trip, there was always the odd adult who wanted to say they rode a horse once in their life. Though Bliztø was far from the regular adults, his excitement reached that of a child. Throughout his lesson, you both talked and it led to him walking away after his lesson, overjoyed to have ridden a horse and your number in his hand. 

Though it took him a couple of days, he did get back to you, inviting you to hang out with him. You agreed, thinking ‘What the hell,’ and gave it a shot. Safe to say, you woke up the next morning sore, and your clothes were everywhere. 

It didn’t take long after that for you to start falling for the imp; however, through the late-night talks you had with him anytime you two either slept with one another or you had a casual sleepover, a relationship was the last thing that he needed. So instead of rushing into one and possibly blowing the thing up, you decided to be his rock, what kept him grounded. By being there for him, you could ensure that he was able to have someone to lean on. While you had no way of knowing if you were truly helping, you could for sure count on his actions to tell you.

It started small, with Blitzø holding your hand when you went you both went out. Then it slowly escalated to small kisses, first being played off as platonic, nights in which you two would just enjoy each other's company and ended with Blitzø asking you out. While your first date with him wasn’t fancy, it was the fact that you and Blitzø had spent the night with each other, cooking and watching movies. Of course, that night there was a serious, yet open and honest conversation about your relationship moving forward. You both had put on the table that you wanted a relationship, however, Blitzø wasn’t entirely sure about the idea of it, given his track record. You were the one to propose an open relationship, which could work with the proper boundaries. Explain it as a way for him to test the waters without necessarily being tied down. He agreed to it, though he was slightly reluctant that he would do something to screw it up.

It had been a couple of years since that conversation, and you both met more people. Blitzø took you to the adoption of Loona, you were the one to break out Blitzø and Moxxie, and you were there when the I.M.P opened for business. Of course, Blitzø had his off days, where he would shut the world off and retreat into himself, but you stayed. You couldn’t leave the very demon that brought you joy and leave the little found family that was started all by him. With your answer, you look back to Loona who was scrolling on her phone. You smiled softly and said,

“He makes me laugh.”

sigh...i love u blitz...wanted to include stolas in this but i have plans for him...

[mattsundaes]

Hey Dee it's the Iwa/Samu Anon, I gotta get myself a symbol still. Anyway,

Osamu who runs your favorite onigiri shop that's easy to grab fast lunch at then you're cutting into your lunch break to keep working

Osamu who always slips you something extra, who adds a flavor to the menu when he hears you chatting about it being your favorite with someone in line

Osamu who gives you his number when the shop's phone has service issues for a week so you can call in your order for pick-up still

Osamu who texts you that you're working too hard after you call to cancel your order when you're burying yourself under so much work you can't even leave to pick up lunch

Osamu who KEEPS texting you afterwards

Osamu who invites you to get dinner instead of rushed lunch

Osamu who falls asleep wondering what it would taste like to kiss the crumbs of rice that always get caught on your lip

Osamu who falls asleep dreaming of what it would taste like for you to ride his face

wahhhhhhhhh ONIGIRI MIYA MEET CUTE MY BELOVED. i love everything about this. osamu expressing his love language in different food-related avenues is so special to me.

(especially him adding a flavour to the menu??? giving you his number for direct line orders???????? what a simp.)

thank you for these thoughts i will be inhaling them like osamu's onigiri<3

[andorerso]

wait, I thought I was done but I forgot to post my usual live thoughts so here we go, these are my last thoughts about this arc. disclaimer: VERY salty (not you episode 8, we love you)

episode 7

glad to see Yavin but how is it already this operational? would have liked to see that

literally what the fuck is this hut and how is it realistic that they'd get this in any shape or form 😭

EADU MENTION

idk I don't like the force healer thing. Cassian's not chosen. he's just a guy who wants to do the right thing. that's the whole point of R1

DRAVEN MY MANNNNN

"the day I need permission to come and go, I'm gone" LMAO SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU FUCKING IMPOSTOR

going on an unsanctioned mission a year pre r1. brilliant. spectacular. makes so much sense, I love it

"we're building a real army" well I wish I could have seen that!!

"Cassian's a leader now" wish I could have seen that too

brain does go brrrrr when Cassian is competent. this is the moments I like, when he's on a mission

episode 8

I'm sorry but "rebellions are built on hope" felt like such a random thing to say in response to that? I… don't like it. it's not my biggest gripe but I wanted those to be his own words

I don't know why they're using their real names with each other out here… use your code names ffs!

is the one that keeps staring Kay 👀👀 my beloved droid

oof Syril choking Dedra. yikes…

the Syril and Cassian fight my god!!

he really did that one meme 💀 rip Syril

Cassian will never understand what just happened here lmao

Cassian helping a stranger get up as they escape 🥺 a small detail but THAT'S my man

don't have much else to say. I did really enjoy this episode, definitely my favorite of the season by FAR, and probably up there with The Eye

episode 9

my casskleya crumbs

yeah. so he witnesses Ghorman and he thinks that's it, I'm done? THIS late into the timeline? fuck this honestly, I'm enraged

at least Kleya read him for filth

"I need to start making my own decisions" the way I fully burst out laughing. bitch you've been doing that THIS WHOLE TIME. like you CANNOT be serious

Mon speech cleared!!

"your cousin Vel is a friend" I'd like to see it

competent Cassian still has me kicking my feet and giggling. him rescuing Mon is solid stuff. too bad this won't last

I really thought Mon's speech at least affected him and he changed his mind but no, he still wants to leave. lmao the clownery

"I've done what I can, and I've done a lot" and are we supposed to just believe it? how about you fucking show us? because all I've seen this season (except arc 1 but he was barely in that) is him playing house, resisting going on missions and wanting, in general, to be done with it

he can just stop talking? this is so insanely OOC I fucking hate it. fucking hell I'm furious this is the direction they thought to take him in

I can't believe she drugs him 💀 was that the entire point of her drug addiction or....? because we hadn't seen anything of that in this arc

so... I'm meant to believe that he stays because his gf leaves him? that he literally has to be FORCED into committing? wow. what a brilliantly brave and selfless choice from our hero. so impressed 👏 genius writing

"I'm choosing for the both of us. I'm choosing the rebellion." IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING HE CHOOSES ON HIS OWN BECAUSE IT'S THE RIGHT THING, BECAUSE HE BELIEVES IN IT, BECAUSE HE WANTS TO. GOD FUCK OFF

he doesn't even get to reprogram Kay. they just take everything from us

and also... Kay was literally not even in this arc

fucking hate it here goodbye