#/ pov

[phatcattt]

Pov: watching tv with your roommate while he eats his nightly brownie sundae and he’s just starting to notice how fat he’s getting 🍦

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[clarkkantagain]

troy pes

[curlyfrybrookiesblog]

I could genuinely see him playing Guitar Hero LMMFAO 😭

He *is* an ex glam rocker soooo–

[discoholicmusic]

can you see with your disco head or are you blind

great question! i am blind ♥

[tempting-rose]

Pov - Me looking at you whilst you take off your pants 🤭🍆

Found this in my photos so thought I would photo dump it here 🫶

[thatsoanjie]

Unspoken costs

Sebastian Sallow x reader

Summary : You start doubting Sebastian's intentions in your friendship.

Word count : 1 124

Notes : Requests are open! I just write these to get the ideas out of my head :)

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The thought crept up on you like a shadow, subtle at first, but growing in size and weight until it consumed nearly every quiet moment you had to yourself. It was one of those thoughts that made your stomach churn, your heart clench, and every instinct scream to push it away. But no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it lingered, gnawing at you, relentless.

It started with a simple, innocent observation—how often Sebastian would bring up Anne in your conversations. It was natural, you told yourself. Anne was his sister, his world, the person he loved most. Of course, he would talk about her, especially when you had been so deeply involved in their quest to cure her.

But then the doubts began to creep in. What if that was all you were to him? A means to an end? Someone who could help him save Anne, but nothing more?

You began to replay every interaction in your mind, searching for signs, for clues. Every time Sebastian had pulled you into his schemes, every time he had sought you out for help, every time he had looked at you with those intense, desperate eyes—it all seemed to revolve around one thing: Anne. And the more you thought about it, the more it started to hurt.

Were you just a tool to him? A convenient ally who could be discarded once Anne was cured? The idea sent a wave of nausea crashing over you. You cared about Sebastian—more than you had ever cared about anyone. But what if that care, that love, wasn’t mutual? What if you were just another piece in his puzzle, and nothing more?

After one particularly grueling day in the library, these thoughts became unbearable. You had spent hours researching yet another obscure text, and Sebastian had been restless, his frustration bubbling over.

“We’re missing something,” he muttered, his voice strained. “There has to be something more… something you can do.”

You paused, trying to calm the rising tide of doubt, but it felt too familiar, too raw. "Sebastian," you started, your voice shaking, "do you only want me around because I can help you save Anne?"

The question cut through the air, sharp and immediate. He stopped, narrowing his eyes at you, his posture stiffening.

"Are you serious right now?" His tone was incredulous, defensive. “After everything we’ve done, after everything I’ve asked of you, you’re really going to throw that at me? You think you're just some tool?"

Your breath caught in your throat, but you stood your ground. “It feels like that sometimes.”

He scoffed, pacing now, clearly agitated. “You know what, maybe you're just too afraid to see things through. Maybe it’s easier to think I’m using you than to admit you’re scared of what comes next. Coward.”

The word hit you like a blow, your heart hammering in your chest. “How can you say that? After everything we've been through?”

"Because it’s true!” he shot back, his eyes burning with frustration. "You’re brilliant, more capable than anyone I know. Hell, half of the things we’ve accomplished wouldn’t have happened without you. But here you are, too afraid to push yourself further, hiding behind this—this doubt. You think I haven’t noticed?"

The weight of his words settled on you, heavy and stifling. “I’m not hiding. I just need to know… What happens when Anne is cured? Where does that leave us?”

His expression softened, but only for a moment. “Why does it matter?” he asked bitterly. “This isn’t about us, this is about saving her.”

You felt the sting of his words but pressed on. “No, Sebastian. It is about us. I need to know if I’m just a means to an end.”

He stopped, his face hardening as he looked away, the tension thick between you. Then, almost too quietly, he said, “Maybe you want to be a means to an end. Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t want this responsibility.”

His accusation stung, but you didn’t back down. “That’s not fair. I’ve done everything I could.”

“I know!” He finally turned back to you, his voice breaking slightly. “I know you have. And that’s exactly why it frustrates me that you don’t see it. You’re extraordinary. Your talent could change everything, do things I can’t even begin to comprehend. But every time it matters—every time it could really make a difference—you hesitate. And I don’t get it.”

You felt the lump in your throat grow tighter, his words cutting deeper than you had expected. “I’m not like you, Sebastian,” you said quietly. “I can’t just throw myself into it without thinking about what it’ll cost.”

Sebastian was silent for a long moment, his face a mixture of anger and something else—something more complicated. "I don’t want to admit it, but you’re right. You don’t have to be like me, and you don’t owe me this.” His voice softened, but there was still a raw edge to it. “I can’t deny your talent is incredible. It’s—it’s the kind of magic that changes everything, that changes people. And maybe I’ve pushed you because I thought... because I needed you to see it, too. But I get it. I’m not asking you to follow me down the same path.”

You blinked, surprised by his shift in tone, by the way his defenses crumbled just enough for you to see the vulnerability underneath.

“I can’t ask that of you,” he continued, more measured now. “And I respect that. I just… I just wish things were different. That I didn’t need you so badly, and you didn’t feel like I was taking advantage of you.”

There was a painful silence as his words settled in. For the first time, it felt like he was admitting that he’d put too much on you, expected too much without understanding the weight of what he was asking.

“I don’t want to be a coward,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“I don’t think you are,” he said, his gaze finally softening as he looked at you. “I think you’re braver than you give yourself credit for. But I’ll respect your choice. Whatever you decide, I won’t push you.”

For the first time in a long while, you felt something loosen in your chest. His words weren’t perfect—there was still hurt, still unresolved tension—but it was enough. Enough for now.

“Thank you,” you murmured, the air between you still heavy but no longer unbearable.

Sebastian nodded, stepping back slightly but keeping his gaze on you. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted quietly. “Not because of this. Not because of anything.”

***

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Requests are open. I've been trying to get a fic out every monday at 4pm ET. So far, so good! I do need to branch out from one character fics lol.

[dreamgirlsclipscom]

Sasha’s Feet in Your Face - (Full HD 1080p Version)    

Sasha knows all about your foot fetish, and it seems like she's in the perfect position to take advantage of the situation! She's been wearing the same cute black nylon socks for days in a row, and now it's time to let you smell them! Sasha takes pleasure in insulting you, and humiliating you with her shoes on her feet, before taking them off to cover your face with her two smelly nylon feet! She orders you to take deep breaths in her shoes, and also asks you to bury your nose deep in her two stinky feet! You will have to breathe very deeply in her feet, in addition to licking her sweaty feet! Sasha also gives you permission to take out your member since it's probably very hard, and she also gives you permission to masturbate! Sasha then takes pleasure in taking off her dirty nylon socks, just to give her feet some fresh air, and then lights a cigarette while you sniff her feet! She orders you again to smell her feet, and to lick her feet like a good little submissive slave! She also asks you to suck her toes, and takes pleasure in verbally insulting you while smoking her cigarette! You will also have to serve as a human ashtray, because Sasha is really very dominant!

[clarkkantagain]

ricardo dines by menelik puryear

[heartbeatmen]

Daddy 3

[pusheen]

[greatandholypangolin]

POV- you’re a microphone and Mumbo Q. Jumbo keeps posing at you because he thinks you’re a camera

POV- you’re Mumbo W. Jumbo posing at this weird looking camera you found

POV- you’re the actual camera watching Mumbo E. Jumbo posing at the microphone

[quicklythisway]

Self discovery is all about finding new perspectives

[witchtaunter]

POV: a snake girl senses your body heat

[high-quality-tiktoks]

undefined

either the absolute best or horrifying feeling

[patrickispinky]

Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Emily: i'm the knife

Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon

[popipopipopipopipo000]

Pov: you’re exhausted after a rough exploration through the dungeon and Laios talks your ear off about monsters (again)

This was supposed to be done weeks ago but i left it marinate for a while it seems lol. I love when laios yapps about monsters