#ITS ALLL CONNECTED

[irished-lads]

botc trial episode spoilers under the cut ! :]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE TRIAL EPISODE HAS A REFERENCE TO SHADOW OF ISRAPHEL IN IT. which could mean nothing . like its probably a fun funky reference to just Have which i get but also hey. HEY. .

WHY ARE THEY THAT CLOSE TO MISTRAL CITY.? WHAT DO YOU M E A N XEPHOS WAS WEARING A HOOD WITH RED EYES SHINING THROUGH IT IN THE TRIAL EPISODE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN . WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE SAYS DONT WORRY ABOUT IT IN THE FIRST PUBLIC EPISODE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GOING TO BE SICK

[molloyism]

ive been so obsessed lately with the idea that during the years between san francisco and dubai armand was constantly haunting daniels dreams that it has completely fabricated my view of him

[mail-me-a-snail]

fellow travelers. that is all

[dancingindreamlight]

Things that seize your soul and won't let go unless you rip them out, taking part of your soul with it--these are things that without which, you would be less yourself. You don't take them on because they're fun; they take you on. They appear, divert you from your comfortable life. They are complex-- they can be fun, more often interesting, exciting, points of happiness, deep stress and sorrow to where you can't sleep and begin to lose your sanity... entangled to the point you have to step back, but shouldn't stop, even if people tell you to stop, because these are things you were meant for, even if they end up burning you up from the inside

[twelverriver]

that moment when your whole heart and soul is in an album from 2002 and the band dissolved ten years ago so there's truly no chance of you ever hearing that allbum live... yes this is about the masterpiece of our century, the execution of all things by rilo kiley.

[ladyelissarose]

Hello! I really loved your miguel o'hara works , and i would like to make a request,about headcanons of miguel with a sweet and shy housewife reader ,like ,she is always in home ,cooking ,cleaning and taking care of the house in general ,and always welcomes miguel saying how proud is of him and his job,if youre comfortable you can include a nsfw part but if you dont want to you can just make the fluff part , i hope its okay and have a nice day!

Miguel O’Hara x housewife reader

Warnings: there’s the SFW & NSFW headcannons!! Fluff and alll…

Authors note: Thank you for your sweet words hun!! I wish you the best!! And of course I added down NSFW! I had to- it’s Miguel we’re talking about!! But yes.. I hope you enjoy and I met your expectations:)

•Ever since the start of your relationship, you knew Miguel was the Spider-Man of Nueva York, after he saved your life and kissed your scared tears away. He instantly felt a connection with you and knew he had to have you.

•You were very shy tho, and kept to yourself. Only had trips to the library and to the flower shop- you were basically a home-body.. not a fan of being around or in large crowds.. but Miguel made you feel safe instantly and he took you safely home through a path that was quiet and not around much people and noise.

•Miguel was gentle and didn’t push you to do more than you wanted too, and he was the first person that made you feel comfortable with yourself. That’s why after countless dates and swinging trips on his back, you’re happily married to him and are kept safe in your guys’ home. Where you live with and for him while he keeps the beautiful city safe.

•Everyday he’d come home with a new book or a bouquet of fresh flowers, showering you with things that made you happy, to earn him your gorgeous, shy smile. He’s seen all of you and loved you entirely, yet he was proud on how he made you blush everytime he brought something home, and he lived for kissing that cute pouty smile you had.

•To make up for all the gifts he gave you- tho he said payback wasn’t necessary because you were his love and life. You still worked to give him the best life in your shared home. It was only fair since he sheltered you and your heart, and kept your city as safe as he possibly could.

•During the time he was gone, you clean up your home, doing the laundry and fixing up his backup suits that got ruined on missions. And you found comfort in doing such, as they all smelled like him, no matter how much you washed them.

•And he liked it that way, he stopped asking Lyla for remakes of his suit when he found out your cute hands fixed his suits perfectly. He always kissed you deeply and called you ‘his good girl’ once he had it on and it was good to go. Your hands also got sweet kisses as he praised you for your work.

•The city was messy and dark all the time, even while saving the world it had its dark places that were messy and particularly smelly, burning Miguel’s nose sometimes. But when he came home, he was met with the aroma of your sweet scent, it smelled like home and it was his favorite. And one of the best things, it was clean and orderly.

•Miguel loved seeing things in order and perfectly clean, and he had asked you if you had a maid to get all done perfectly- to which you said no. And he found out it was true (not that he didn’t believe you) when one night he came home earlier than usual, and you were up dusting all the little trinkets on the shelf ever so delicately and efficiently.

•His favorite thing to do was come up to you quietly, wherever you were cleaning, and sweep you up in his arms, chuckling to himself when he heard your squeals as he held you up kissing your neck. Praising you for your time to keep things nice, but scolding you for not being in bed resting well and keeping the bed warm for him. Or if it was during the day he’d ask why you’re not reading or enjoying the afternoon.

•Oh and when you cook? OH- that makes Miguel the happiest (besides you and everything that involves only ‘you’) He’s always starving after a long mission or day at Alchemax. So when he comes home smelling your homemade meals, he’s falling in love all over again. His heart growing twice it’s size at the sight of you singing lowly and stirring the pot... or kneading the dough for the empanadas.

•He tried telling you a few times that it was ok for take out once in a while, not wanting you to cool all the time, worried that you might think he only wants that from you if not. But you were always happy to make something new or his favorite, it made you proud when Miguel wore a smile while he ate, complementing,

“...mi amor, esto es delicioso.” (My love, this is delicious)

•You always let him know how proud of him you were. In actions or soft words, and he’d beam proudly and smile sheepishly. A tight hug and good kiss made it onto his lips everytime you caught him coming in through the door or fire escape. You wouldn’t let a word escape until you both were out of breath from crashing lips, you was always the first to break to say how much you missed him- but he’d chase your lips like a mad man. Whining,

“Dejame besarte!” (Let me kiss you!)

NSFW!

•He occasionally grew hard at the sight of you doing something that screamed ‘wifey material’. The cleaning, cooking, fixing, even resting on the couch reading a book- just everything about you made him crave you instantly at sight. So he’d take you wherever it was you were, of course if you wanted to- but you’ve yet to say no (I mean who would-)

•Over the couch he’d take you from behind, whispering praises while kissing your neck, after he caught you reading your new book while resting over the armrest. Your little dress was so cute and gave him access to have you right away, pounding into your pussy slowly yet roughly. Letting his love for you sink in deeply. He loved marking your neck and caressing your sides as he did so.

•Since you were quiet and shy most of the time, even around him, he’d do the most open things to make you blush and push your buttons of pleasure to make you moan out loud, as you were shy at first. One day you were painting a picture of you and him, a replica of a photo you two took at the library, but soon- Miguel was digging his face in between your breasts kissing them softly while he fucked you against the incomplete painting, legs wrapped around his waist tightly. And you couldn’t care about the painting- you didn’t like it anyways after you messed it up earlier (after getting distracted by eyeing the picture too closely)

•One of Miguel’s favorite things to do was eat you from behind while you were tip-toeing trying to reach the top shelf to clean it. You hold onto it tightly while you felt his tongue swipe over your pussy and dig into you, making you pull his hair closer to you as he drew your high close right away, not relenting in eating you out like he starved for your taste. He lived for you coming undone on his face. And when he stayed home afterwards he’d kissed you to taste yourself on his lips, or when he had to go to work, he wear his mask over his coated lips with your juices- either way he leave himself full of you.

•And the kitchen was a good place- HIS FAVORITE PLACE TO FUCK YOU RAW. He was excited already to see his gorgeous, sweet and quiet house wife cook his delicious meals. But soon you became a moaning, crying mess, begging for him to fuck you harder as you were laying on the kitchen table, holding onto his shoulders tightly as he fucked you deeply. And you knew he was in to fuck you in the kitchen, when he’d come from behind you and lower the heat on the stove, if not turn it off.

•Let’s just say Miguel found a perfect wife in you, you completed him in every way and made him happy. From keeping his home warm and happy, safe and bright, to his heart held, loved and cherished- and beating wildly while he took you under his spell and ride of pleasure.

•And you? Could never get enough of Miguel, something of him was always on you, around you, and in you.. sometimes he’d leave his cum dripping from your pussy while you finished your things while he was gone. It made you blush crazy to know only he could pull that out of you, but he was your home and made you confident around him.. so why not?

[soulofapatrick]

Moonlight Confessions - Jeremiah Fisher x Reader

Summary: You can't sleep so slip into bed with Jeremiah like you used to do as kids

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none, just fluff

Notes: I have a new character obsession but ill still write alll my old characters I promise

Y/N’s POV

The night hangs heavy around me as I lie in bed, surrounded by the hushed symphony of the beach house settling into the quietude of the late hour. Moonlight spills though the half-closed curtains, casting ethereal shadows on the wall. The rhythmic murmur of the waves serves as a lullaby, yet instead of being soothing, it only accentuates the restlessness within. 

I toss and turn, the sheets twisting around me like a futile attempt to escape the grip of insomnia. The wooden floorboards beneath creak softly in response to my every movement, the house itself seemingly alive with memories and secrets. The air is thick with the scent of salt, a subtle reminder of the proximity of the ocean just beyond the windows. 

A gentle sigh escapes me, and I sit up, the moonlit room offering a muted palette of grass and blues. The sea breeze slips through the open window, carrying with it the salty tang of the ocean and a faint hint of sunscreen lingering on my skin from a day spent under the sun. It’s a scent that feels like summer, a tangible reminder of days filled with laughter and quiet moments. The beach house, usually echoing with the laughter of friends that have become family and the clinking of glasses, is now draped in a serene quietness. The only sounds are the distant waves, the occasional creaks of the house, and the soft rustle of leaves outside the window. The night is alive with a different kind of energy, one that invites introspection and quiet contemplation. 

I glance at the clock; its numbers glow faintly, indicating the lateness of the hour. Frustration wells up within me as the thoughts in my head refuse to quiet down. The weight of uncertainty presses on my chest, and the moonlight, once a friend, now feels accusatory, illuminating the shadows of doubt. 

With a resigned sigh, I slip out of bed, the coolness of the wooden floor soothing against my bare feet. The moonlit room is empty, and the stillness is almost palpable I find myself standing by the window gazing out at the silver expanse of the ocean, debating whether to go for a late night swim. The rhythmic lull of the waves seems to beckon, promising a brief escape from the tangled thought that refuse to let go. 

However, a different impulse guides me tonight. There’s a yearning for connection, for a presence that might understand my sleeplessness. My bare feet carry me down the hallway, each step a whisper against the aged floorboards. The soft glow of the moonlight follows me, casting a silvery trail towards Jeremiah’s room. 

I hesitate for a moment, hand resting on the doorknob, wondering if I’m intruding. But the pull is undeniable, and with a gentle push, the door opens. The room is awash in the same moonlight, giving it an almost magical ambiance. My eyes find Jeremiah’s form, asleep and seemingly at peace. He lies sprawled across the bed, one arm flung lazily over his head, the other resting against the pillow. The soft rise and fall on his chest speaks of a deep, undisturbed slumber. Moonbeams play on the edges of his tanned features, casting gentle shadows that dance in tandem with the ebb and flow of the ocean outside. 

In the quiet room, I can hear his rhythmic breathing, a sound that harmonises with the distant waves. The worries etched onto his face during waking hours are softened in the moonlight, leaving behind the serenity of someone unburdened, if only for the night. A smile tugs at my lips as I watch him, realising that the moonlit room holds a different kind of tranquility with him in it. His vulnerability while asleep is endearing, and the knots of restlessness within me begin to loosen. 

With each step, the floor beneath me barely creaking, I move across the room towards him. The moonlight bathes the space in a silvery glow, and as I reach his bedside, I find myself inexplicably drawn to the warmth emanating from his sleeping form. Gently, I lift the duvet, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room. I slide into the bed beside him, careful not to disturb his peaceful repose. The mattress gives a subtle sigh beneath my weight, and I hold my breath for a moment, hoping to preserve the serenity of the night. 

As I settle beside Jeremiah, the contrast between the coolness of the sheets and the warmth of his presence is palpable. The moonlight paints a soft halo around his features, casting shadows that plat on the contours of his face. His eyelashes rest against him cheeks, and the faint moonlight lines on his skin tell stories only visible when the world is hushed 

I watch him for a moment, laying on my side, facing him, a cascade of mixed emotions washing over me. The quiet intimacy of the moonlit room and the closeness we share creates a bubble, shielding us from the uncertainties of the waking world. 

Unable to resits the urge to touch, I reach out and trace a gentle line along his jaw, my fingertips barely grazing his skin. He stirs, a subtle shift in his breathing, and a small smile plays on his lips as if he sense my presence even in his dreams. 

“Mouse?” He mumbles, my nickname making my cheeks heat up, voice heavy with sleep as his eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light. Confusion flickers in his gaze for a moment before recognition settles in, a sleepy smile graces his lips as he meets my eyes, “What’s wrong?” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” I admit, my fingers now tracing aimless patterns across his cheek, feeling the smile as well as seeing it deepen as he shifts to pull me closer to him. 

He wraps his arms around me in a warm embrace, the duvet a soft cocoon around us. The scent of his skin and subtle musk of the room creates a comforting atmosphere, and I rest my head against the curve of his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek. Jeremiah, still half-asleep, responds by pulling me even closer until there’s no space between us. The contours of our bodies fit together as if they were pieces of a puzzle meant to be connected. The room is filled with a quiet intimacy, the kind that words struggle to capture. 

His fingers train through my hair, a gentle rhythmic motion that lulls me into a sense of peace, “You can always come to me,” He murmurs, his voice a soft whisper in the silence. 

A contented sigh escapes my lips as his touch soothes the restlessness within me. He cups my jaw with his hand, his thumb rubbing over my cheek soothingly. The moonlight painting a silver glow on his face, highlighting the warmth in his ocean blue eyes as he gazes at me. 

“Better?” He asks, his voice a gentle hum against my ear. 

I can just nod, feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders in the quiet sanctuary of his arms, replaced with something different. Something so familiar yet foreign, like a feeling I’ve pushed down over and over again until it can’t be contained anymore. My thumb brushing over Jeremiah’s bottom lip tentatively, as if testing a theory and it’s no longer a theory when his breath hitches. 

We linger in that suspended moment, our eyes locked in a silent exchange that speaks volumes. The room is charged with an unspoken understanding, the air thick with anticipation. Neither of us is sure who should make the first move, and the vulnerability that hangs between ys is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. 

My thumb traces a path over Jeremiah’s lips once more, and this time, there’s no mistaking the subtle shift in the atmosphere. It’s a quiet invitation, a whisper in the language of touch that bridges the gap between uncertainty and desire. His eyes, already darkened pools of warmth, flicker with a newfound intensity. His gaze drops to my lips, and in that shared gaze, an unspoken agreement forms. It’s a mutual acknowledgment of something unexplored yet palpable, a connection that has lingered beneath the surface. 

Cautiously, almost tentatively, Jeremiah move his face closer, his breath warming the small space between us. The seconds stretch into an eternity as we hover on the precipice of a moment that could redefine the contours of our relationship.

His lips brush against mine in the softest of touches, a delicate exploration that speaks of uncharted territory. It’s a dance of closeness, of discovering the texture and taste of something that, until now remained in the realm of unspoken possibilities. His lips are warm, molding against mine with a gentle insistence that feels like a secret shared. The touch is soft but laced with a quiet intensity, a magnetic pull that bridges the space between us. There's a tenderness in the way his lips move, as if tracing the contours of a story that has yet to be written. 

The sensation is both electrifying and comforting, a paradox of emotions that bloom in the simple act of this newfound intimacy. His lips are a revelation, unveiling a language that transcends words. Each brush and caress feels like a promise, a silent vow exchanged in the hallowed silence of the moonlit room. 

There’s a faint taste lingering on his lips, a subtle essence that is uniquely Jeremiah. It's a blend of warmth and something indefinable, a taste that imprints itself on my senses like the lingering notes of a melody. It's a flavour that I never knew I craved until this moment, a discovery that adds a new layer to the complexity of our connection.

As we kiss, the world outside the room fades away, leaving only the cadence of our breaths and the quiet symphony of the night. Jeremiah's hand, now placed on my hip, grips me like I’m going to disappear and I’m not much better myself. My hands are tangled in his blond curls and pressed against his chest as he continues to kiss me senseless. 

“Jere,” His name is spoken in less than a breath, as if speaking any louder would break the moment and I just feel his smile against my lips. 

“Yeah?” 

“This isn’t… I like you… I don’t-“ 

He pulls back enough to meet my gaze, an amused look on his face as he watches me fumble over my words, before he whispers out four words I could not be happier to hear: “I like you too.” 

“You do?” 

“Go to sleep Mouse.” 

“Make out with me.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

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[ktchie]

'Keep your mouth shut and your legs open'

Ted lasso x Reader

Smut and fluff

♡other tags: p in v, unprotected sex (don't do it or you'll die), cunnulingus, cum eating, vaginal fingering, soft dom!Ted, praising and degrading.

♤2.6k words

◇ y'all fuck in his office, what more do you want?

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"Stop squirmin' so much, sugar" he mumbled in your ear, hot breath making your stomach coil. "And keep your pretty litte mouth close, don't want others to hear ya' but me"

You sat on his lap, legs wide open and slung on either side of his thigh. His fingers deep in your cunt, wet with slick and his spit.

The sounds of your pussy was filthy, soaking his khakis with every move of his arms. It makes your ear go hot and toes to curl. The image of you spread out on his office with your bare cunt weeping wasn't helping you either, it makes you feel dirty, like some cheap slut for him to use whenever he grew bored.

"Take a look at that" he spread his slick fingers apart in 'v', two web of precum connecting in between. "ain't it pretty?.." he then suck it with a loud pop "sweet too, makes me wanna put my whole face deep in that pretty cunt of yours, can I?"

You nodded your head mutely, brain could barely form any words aside from moans and whimpers. Ted chuckled at you before pressing peck on your cheek, sweet and gentle as if he wasn't breaking you apart on his lap with his fingers shiny with your slick.

"Gonna put you down yeah? Sit you 'ere on my spot so I can kneel down" Ted did exactly what he told you, carrying you as he stood up before putting you on his office chair, panties on your ankles and your skirt somewhere on the carpet.

He kneeled down slowly, his once innocent eyes bright with pure happiness and adoration were now darken with lust, almost wild, like a man starve. He stared at the spot between your things "Look'a that" four fingers touch your cunt, smearing your juices and making a mess. " 's pretty, and all for me ain't that right, hun?"

You nodded your head, almost squealing when Ted push your thighs apart, putting them on the arms of his office chair and leaning close to your cunt. "Need your words, baby doll. Tell me its all f'me"

" 's alll yours" you said almost in daze, your hand gripping your shirt thight halfway to your belly button. He had told you to do it earlier, command you do it so he could see his fingers disappearing in your pussy.

"Thats right" he mumbled before he blew on it, smiling as you shivered.

"This what you want, sugar? To be spread out in my office where everybody can walk in and see you actin' like this?" He lick a slow stripe of your cunt, you whimpered lowly. "Bet it is, hm? You've always been the filthy one. Even humpin' on my cock when I told you not to, who would have thought my perfect girl could be so disobedient?"

You feel like you were drowning, his words almost like a fleeting whisper as you sat there, chest panting and mouth agape. He was breaking you, pulling you apart until you turn into nothing but a toy for him to use. You clamped your mouth shut when you felt him lick you, poking your clit from the hood of your pussy before sucking it on his mouth with a filthy sound.

"Mhm!" You moaned through your palm, arching your back and gasping when he push it back down.

"Stay still" he ordered before diving back in, not even giving you a second to breath. He captured your clit between his lips, pulling  before sucking it, even going as far as to pressed his face further and lapping at your cunt. His tounge now on your throbbing hole, slurping any slick he could taste with his nose bumping your bundle of nerves.

"T-ted!" You moaned loudly as he started to aggressively eat you out, lapping and sucking like a man deprived of anything good in his life. He's tasting you like it would be his last, as if there's a noose around his neck ready to pull at a drop of a silver pin. "S-shit!" You threw your head back and slithered your fingers on his brown locks and pull, he groaned loudly as you did so but did not relent his actions.

Your pussy is fluttering at every poke of his tounge, your slick dripping down on the leather chair and towards his chin. He was a mess but the way he looks at you made you think he actually loves being dirty like this. He pulled away to kiss the inside of your thighs, lips shimmering with your juice and his spit.

"Stay still for me, would ya?" He had asked before pulling both of your thighs forward and making you slide down - you're half hanging on the chair and half laying down. "There we go, sweetheart. Be good f' me. Let me make this pretty pussy cry hm? Give you what you been wantin' for" he kiss your cunt briefly before he took two of his fingers and slowly push it in, you groaned loudly before pressing a palm on your mouth.

"Shhhh, I know. But you gotta keep quiet, alright darlin? Don't want those boys hearin' you while I'm fucking your cunt." He stated lowly, eyes stuck on the way you swallow his fingers, as if your pussy was hungry for everything he can offer."So fuckin' wet, sugar. Should have punish you y'know? Comin' on my work with that short skirt on, teasin' me and pretending you don't know a thing when I called ya out" he clicked his tounge with that stern tone that made your stomach coil and pussy throb. "Youre lucky i love ya' or else ill have ya on my knees right now, that sweet ass red from my palm and crying pretty tears. But I dont wanna hurt ya'" he licked his lips as a slick drip down from your pussy "can't have my pretty girl suffering, I don't think my poor heart can take it" he said before leaning down, capturing your hard clit on his mouth and giving a loud hard suck that had your thighs shaking and back arching.

"NGHHH!" your moans were muffled by your palm, eyes rolling back and jerking on every thrust of his hand.

Ted pry your thighs apart before his palm pressed on your lower abdomen, adding to your sensitivity and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and ecstasy. He pulled away from your cunt, his hands slowly going faster and reaching for that hidden nerves that made you want to melt.

"So fucking pretty like this, darlin'" he praised you while he ruin you. "Such a pretty girl" he pecked your lips but you didnt have the right mind to even respond properly, you are out of it, your mind nothing but empty air and your body knows nothing but pleasure. He pressed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as he put his other hand on the wall to keep him grounded while he fucked your pussy roughly. He groaned when you groaned and moaned when you moaned, he buried his face further into your throat, licking your skin and pressing to you close as you claw on his nape, you were shaking at this point, eyes closed and mouth agape.

His fingers were loud in your cunt, filthy and animalistic. He hit your spot at every thrust, chuckling at every swallowed sob of your blubbering mouth. "Too much hm? Better take it, you haven't even cum yet"

You keep your eyes closed tightly as you feel the coil on your stomach tightening, your pussy fluttering on his fingers, squeezing it tight and soaking it with your slick. You held onto him as you came, toes curling and teeth burried on his shoulder.

"There ya' go, that's my good girl, that's a sweetheart. So good for me, so fuckin' perfect" he kissed your cheeks repeatedly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, not stopping even when your tears soak his shirt.

"Mgh! To-too sensitive" you had said but you chased his fingers when he almost pulled away. "Just a little longer, dolly. Wanna see you cum again"

You shook your head to say no, you could feel your cum dripping down the chair, could feel it stick to the inside of your thigh but Ted still didn't stop, only push forward. "Come on, darlin' you can do it"

"T-ted i-fuck, please I cant-"

"Yes you can" he kissed your forehead, lingering a little too long that you could feel your heart flutter. "Come on, I know you can do it. Just one more time, let go for me, sugar. Make me proud"

You came again with a silent cry, thighs shaking and eyes rolled back as Ted mumbled praises and sweet nothing in your ears.

"Good girl, there we go" he stated, his thrust slowing down.

"Love you, you did so good" he kissed you gently before pulling back, the fingers that were once buried in your cunt were now gone and you watch, with hooded eyes and heaving chest as he sucked it on his mouth.

"Ted.." you mumbled as you watched him undo his belt, the clashing mental echoing on the silent room as he watched you with dark eyes and a subtle smirk.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" He had asked coyly, pulling his khakis down lightly. "Ya need something?" He pulled his cock out of his boxers and it made you salivate, made you want to lean down and take it to your mouth, taste him like he had tasted you and make him fall apart.

"Fuck.." you whispered as you watch him thread his fingers to his slightly messy hair, licking his lips as he did so. Warm hands, almost enveloping the entirety of your thigh spread you apart once again, as if you're nothing but a toy.

"Keep those legs open f' me, yeah? Finally gonna give you my cock, sweetie. you'll behave, won't you?"

You nodded your head at his question, your pussy twitching at every movement he makes. His thumb caressed the skin in your inner thigh before he leaned down and spit on your throbbing cunt.

Your breath hitched as you stared at his large cock, dripping with precum and bobbing with need. It always makes you wonder how you can fit it in, how Ted makes you take it because seeing it now so so close, it almost seems like impossible.

"Dont worry your pretty little head, sugar" he licked his lips, lining up his cock on your sopping entrance. "It'll fit"

He thrusted slowly, gripping the flesh on your hips and thumb caressing your tummy. He groaned as as you clenched, holding on his arms as he swallowed the moan threatening to escape your mouth.

"F-fuck, almost there, darlin' almost there" he mumbled as he buried his face on your neck, mumbling curses as he move. His right hand push your thigh forward, folding you in half with a loud groaned as he finally bottom out. You moaned in return, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

"There we go, sweetheart. There we fuckin' go, shit- told ya It'll fit, you're fuckin' made for me" he growled and suddenly thrusted a little harder, hitting that hidden bundle of nerves deep inside you. It made you choke on your own saliva and whimpered loudly. "Pretty pussy, made just f'me ain't that right, princess?" He held your cheek between his hand before pulling you for a kiss, swallowing your moans. 

You gasped as he started to move a little faster, rocking the chair beneath the both of you. You feel so full, his cock stretching you so widely you know you'll feel him till morning.

"Feel me in here?" He ask as he pressed a palm on your tummy, chuckling when he felt a dull bump beneath his hand. "You do don't ya? Cock so big im all up your fuckin' guts, its a suprpise you can still keep quiet hm?"

"P-please" you almost sobbed pathetically as he continue to hit that spot inside of you that makes you want to bury your head into his chest and screamed. "P-please, Ted"

He cooed and grab your face, his thumb swirling on your wet bottom lip as you stared up to him with daze eyes and agape mouth, head filled with nothing but air and the pleasure of his cock. "What is it, darlin? Need something from me?"

You nodded dumbly, sucking his thumb into your mouth and groaning loudly when he moaned and thursted forward rather harshly. "Te-tell me what you need, come on-shit, come on sweetheart. Ya know ill gave it to ya, just say the word" he push his thumb forward, caressing the pad of your tounge before pulling it out and putting it in your clit. "Cum? Wanna cum, is that it? Does my pretty dolly wanna cum?"

"Y-yes, want to cum, please Ted please" you begged pathetically, tears brimming in your eyes from all the pleasure you're receiving. Your pussy practically weeping.

"Shhh, I know, I know. Aint gonna have to beg yeah? Don't have to, you know ill give to ya" he groaned and clenched your hips harder. "Fuckin love ya so much ill give the whole goddamn world to you" he confessed before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, Ted tasted like salt and sweet and love and promises you know you'll keep, you pulled him towards you and embrace him as his cock drilled into your wet cunt, you held him so close you could barely breath. "I got you, sweetheart. Shi-shit squeezin me so tight" he held the back of your chair and started ramming into you fast, almost too much.

"Mmhh" he whimpered, thumb moving into your clit a little bit faster now and more sloppier. "M' close.." he whispered and put his forehead into you, closing his eyes "come with me, honey. Please" he begged so beautiful your heart ache, you nodded at his request and captured his face into the both of your palm before kissing him gently.

"I love you" you whispered and soon enough you were coming, your toes curling and your back lifting. Ted clenched his jaw and lightly pulled your hips up and started fucking you like it was his last.

"Fuck!" Soon enough he had come, throwing his head back and his hips stuttering. Whimpering and twitching whenever you clenched tight.

"S-shit, sweetheart" he breathed heavily before looking down on you, flashing you that love sick smile partnered with his blushing cheeks.

You grin up to him and kiss him passionately, soft and gentle and filled with adoration.

"Ya should come here more often" he had said with a cheeky grin, moving away to tuck himself back to his jeans before gently putting your panties back into you.

You scoffed "and you said I'm the dirty one"

Ted laugh lightly "oh well I guess we both have our moments. But um-" he looked down, suddenly shy as if he wasnt just rearranging your guts a second ago. "I would really love it if you come here more often and we dont hav'ta..y'know..just wanna spend time with ya, that's all"

You breathed a sigh and pull him close and kiss his nose. "Youre too cute"

"Does that mean you'll come again tomorrow?" He gave you his very best puppy eyes, the one that would make even the gods bend their knee.

You rolled your eyes affectionately "Of course ill come" you smiled at him slightly "I don't think I can sayo no to that pretty face"

He grinned cheekily. "I know"

Ted kissed your knuckles and you suddenly realize that you don't mind marrying this man and maybe even going into his work very day, seeing him like this is worth it anyway.

[limitless-wonders]

UPDATE —- (sorry this is so late i had a busy day today!!)

Umm so guys i uh. ignored the alarm and went back to sleep. 😅😅😅 IN MY DEFENSE it was FIVE AM and i was just having some really good sleep!!

hut i actually do want to use that method (SERIOUSLY) so next time i plan on using it im gonna place my phone instead of next to my bed on my desktop alll the way across my room so i have to get up and actually get myself to be awake enough!

but on a real note guys like i cant wait to shift and just see the faces i have been dreaming of seeing for 5+ years. truly surreal that its been this long. but i know in the end it will all be worth it someday. I plan on trying again sometime this week since i wanna like cleanse myself and clean my room right beforehand (idk i feel it always helps me get in a clear headspace when i do so) but in the meantime ill be doing everything i can to feel connected with my dr! but yeah thats the really dissatisfying update..

Happy shifting! 🪄

[crockdrawshetalia]

*slides over my prumano propaganda*

yeah romano being a sort of rebound for pruita rejection is cool and alll... but have you considered gilbert has been around romano longer and liked him wayyyy before he even met vene?

you gotta admit there's something in the way they interact with each other that just gives off the vibes that they KNOW each other extremely well, they trust each other. they have a history and vene came second 😌

this propaganda shit is serious

i feel like youre aladdin (im jasmine) and we are on the magic carpet ride cuz u just brushed off this ancient city.. a whole new world if you will

i used to ship them more in line w how you described them but the plague hit and my mind rotted. however this rediscovery definitely makes me feel good things about them

consider gil admiring feli while roma and him are prumanoing all over the place. roma just deals with it (most of the time) but knows gil gen loves him over his brother (finally.. romano wins..) (side note i like how they both have a younger brother- its so stupidly obvious but them having that point of connection just makes everything better... i love the world)

i really like overconfident gil meets someone who actually thinks hes skilled and worth the praise. hes so used to squawking about how awesome he is and how hes the best but as we know hes just a guy. he gets lonely like everyone else. fuck... so sad.

but romano is the perfect person to fill that hole (haha). romano doesnt just boost his ego- he hangs out w him because of the person he is, not what he has accomplished... + romano kinda looking up to him makes me so happy

thank you for this ask :pray: gen made my day

[da-bestest-writer]

miraculous ladybug funger au

I have been radicalized by indie horror , this is your problem now.

The basic set up is simple, after the machine god rose to prominence the world of fear and hunger becomes similar to the modern Day, and the characters live their lives in the kingdom of rhondon peacefully until Incidents of 'lunar cancer' begin to crop up around the city the miraculous characters are loving in

For those who never played fear and hunger, lunar cancer, or more commonly known by the fandom as moon scorching is a phenomena caused by the influence of the moon god Rher, a trickster deity that holds a strong distrust for humankind.

Moonscorching usually takes the form of tumorous growths and mild to severe warping of the body, while those with deeper emotional baggage become twisted parodies of their negative self image.as a sort of comparison to akumatization. Now given the context, Obiviously Gabe is the one causing this, But see, The deities of fear and hunger are a lot harder to manage than the Qwami so his lot includes a lot more trouble in staying anonnymous, or sain for that matter, as the influence of the gods degrades the mind and bodies of those that follow them to the degree that they can use the magics associated with the deities in question to start with the basis of this au, i'll go over our two main characters.

Marinette Dupain Cheng, The stylist, and keeper of an endless soul, One that represents infinite potential and imagination. Being an average girl in the kingdom of Rhondon, Her religious affiliation is with the god of Hope and Dominance Alll-mer, Much the same as in canon she is a kind natured, but occasionally selfish and overconscientious young woman, Who as the story would progress find herself drifting into a mixed affinity for the first of the arisen gods, and the old god Sylvian, The mother goddess of love creation and,lets say intimacy. Being the bright and helpful girl she is she takes it upon herself to do some personal investigation of the moonscorch phenomena, Being a young teenager she obviously has no business looking into all of this, But many of her friends have lost loved ones to the disease, its only right she does something, Eventually coming into contact with one of the newer gods., the most recent holder of the endless one's throne: Tikki, Who acts as a vendor for her specifically: Offering lucky coins and rare healing items. Marinette, If she is to reach a state of abject despair, Will moonscorch into Miracle: a strange multi-armed woman constantly buzzing about with spotted wings trying to 'help' those around her, and who has entirely abandoned the worship of alll-mer for sylvian, Seeing that there is no hope, but there can be comfort in love.

Then, there is Adrien, The apprentice. And keeper of a blank soul, The soul of those who don't really have anything to call their own, Limited, Empty, and stagnant. Contrast to canon, Adrien is not a model: The high life that his father wants for him is in the halls of the vatican that he had failed to enter in his youth. And so, Adrian had been sequestered for most of his youth. As with all members of the priesthood, he has a deep connection to Alll-mer, However his secondary studies have led him to contact with the very strangely gregarious god of destruction, Gro goroth. After being allowed to attend public school ad the behest of the daughter of Gabriel's business partners, a temporary situation before he's shipped off to the vatican for theological study. His story is that of a partner to Marinette, latching onto someone that is, in many ways, his opposite as a means to experience vicariously the freedoms of the endless soul .But it holds its own intrigue. As thanks to his cloistered and lost sense of self, He has been targeted by Pocketcat, A servant of the moon god with, Less than reputable habits. Like Tikki to marrinatte, The pocketcat acts as a sort of personal vendor for Adrien, But instead of various odds and ends many other such characters would have to give up, Pocket cat only offers his exchanges for the heads of Adrien's classmates. While this seems like a poor connection to plagg, One there's already a weird cat man in F&H lore thats /Right fucking there/ And two, There is another character from fear and hunger canon to act as more tha friend and mentor role plagg has to adrien. That being a certain mercenary claiming to be among the first followers of the nameless god of fear and hunger. If this mercenary's encouragement and companionship falls through, And the emptiness in Adrien's heart overtakes him He will don the mask and overcoat of the pocketcat.

[rainswhenyourehere]

also. if someone wants to help. (also btw hibi lore like. the most important part methinks)

how to "keep it casual" with. lets say hypothetically. if you came to a new school in seventh grade. and met a nice guy during swedish class and kinda connected with him immediately and. then you guys are like. best friends in your opinion and you guys hang out allll the time and you kind of have the biggest crush on him and. lets say. like. you love him so fucking much its borderline unhealthy? and like. then he starts sending you flirtatious gifs and texting you so. because youre in love. you send flirtatious gifs back and you guys basically call each other love and sweetheart and everything and !! you guys hold hands and he lets you listen to his music and gives you a plastic ring to match his and gives you gifts and treats and !! holds your hand btw !!!! and nearly asks you to kiss him during a truth or dare game like. implies it strongly . so then you !! decide to ask him hey. what are we. and he goes idk and you guys hve a littl etalk because yay communication !!!!! and hes like. so. i like you . like. thats out there now okay. i like you but i also like this other guy so um. idk so!! because youre in love and would wait like fifty million lifetimes you say okay ill wait for you its okay but then the romantic interactions disappear and its like . because you guys are in a trio right? theres this other guy too. so he starts maybe confiding in the other guy a littl enad you should not feel envious he can do whatever he wants its his life but . you do but youj also dont say anything so like. a year or smth passes idk and he goes. yknow what. tbh. i dont rly like you anymofre?? like i like this other guyu and i think ill always like him and ur kinda heartbroken and shit but you say its fine i was kinda over you anyways. so . that happnes and you stil l love him so fucking much but . you dont say it because youre happy he moved on and . youre probs not worth it anyways its fine and then a ruond a month later while ur eating at lunch hes like. haha can you go away for a while i want to talk abt stuff with person 3 in our trio and youre like. okay sure !!! and then you come back nd . find out he s in love or has a crush or wever on another guy. so . apparently he wouldnt love hte other guy forever but it doesnt rleally matter at least it shouldnt so you drop it its fine . enter grade eight your friend group grows and . theres these classes where you can pick and not everyone goes to the same on e right ??? so . the rest of your friend group goes to the musci class and you go to the . cooking class . which you enjoy btw!!! like!! a lot!!!! and you attend it with another classmate of ur s and boooom youre friends. wow . hooray like. currently youre probably closest to them which is craaaaazy liek. wow. but !! bcs u attned a diff class you get shut out of alll the fun things they do and you dont really feel like you belong and you also kinda feel dsicarded and not important and invisible because !!!! the guy youre in love with yes still kinda hate that !! treats you like air. so. then you ask him whats wrong right before you go on a month long trip on summer vacation without internet access. and when youj come back you find the messag eunread and !! you stressed abt this the whole summer btw. smth smth i dont even want you back i js want to know if ruining my sparkling summer was the goal /lyr ANYWYS. you . jask abt him awgain. on discord and he says that hes changed as a person and his interests have changed and this is fine btw!!! like. you totally understand yep. and then he says that youve beeen like . kinda really annoying recently and sometimes he feels like killing himself while hanging out with you so. that s nice and also !! not being with you has made his mental state like. get better a bunch so "thats just grand".

so. mmm. also by the way this is like. summer vacation after eight grade yeah?? well. just before the seventh grade summer vacation person 3 in ur trio asked you out. and you kinda dated them. even though you ddint really have feeling because they re nice the y treat you well and you had to get over him but then around like . a year later you cant really take it anymore and its not person 3s fault at all theyve been perfetct alllll around like. the most amazing human being ever but. you just cant . you keep choosing him over them and you can see its hurting them and this isnt working nahyways so . a round a yaer later you tell them hey. not your fault i was seeking approval and shit and im like. the jerk ehre but like. thank ou so much and its a whole essay and they go okay its fine but. now youve broken someones heart so . yay you and youre still not over him so . wowww good job.

back to eight grade summer vacation?? you dont really text anyone else except from cooking class friend and person 3 and you dont want to text in the group chat because hes the most active one and you really dont want to intrude his space and . now 9th grade is statrgint in 8 hours and you just saw a message from him . saying asking you to "keep it casual" so the teachers dont come after you guys or something. so . somoene tell me how to keep it casual?? like. do you just stand next to the other guysf rom the friend group?? are you . suposeced to interact with them ???? can you still eat w the guys?????? oh and . 9 th grad eis the most inmportant year academically so i also have to get good grades from everything and actuallly focus on studies so . theres that.

tut on how to keep it casual pls okay love u guys <3

[soupnwaffles]

Hey! If your still taking requests for shameless, could i get some cg!mickey milkovich headcannons? If not, its cool, have a nice day!

ooooh, absolutely !! mickey is a fave character of mine— both in shameless and js in general , and i’d be soso happy to give cg!mickey headcannons :))

okay, here we goooo !! (tw for gun mentions)

mickey is kinda-sorta-definitely chaotic when it comes to his life, but he makes valiant efforts to be organized about his little one !!

even if it stresses him out to the max, anything to be the bestest caregiver :)

he’s suuuper big on safety around a little— all the guns and other weapons are never around, and he sometimes goes overboard on making sure nothing will put them in danger

growing up he didn’t have the best example of parents, so he always always tries to break old habits and bridge new ones that are healthy

being a caregiver heals mickey just as much !!

southside is his first baby (his little one’s obviously his second) and that means he’s alll about taking them around town and showing them his favorite hang-out spots

completely uncensored— he’s getting better about what he says, but lots of times it’s the first, unfiltered thing that comes to his mind

his nunchucks are used a lot for playtime

bandaids are also used a lot for playtime…

despite his outward appearance, he’s biiig on baby talk— his voice goes all purposely high and whiny, and he’s looking down at his little with big, soft eyes and aaaaa

inside voices are foreign to him. you wanna yell and scream ? well he’s gonna join you, just as loud— outside voices for LIFE !!

he’s got soso many connections around chicago, meaning anything his little one wants, they get (even if it’s been shoplifted, or makeshift…)

moral of the story, mickey is the coolest caregiver around— i hope these make you happy :33

[thetimelordbatgirl]

I really hope all the “leaks” about D5 are fake because it doesn’t sound good lol. Plus I'm really hoping they add Red's friends from the book so I'm just gonna wait for an official cast announcement.

I mean, the only links on those tweets are discord links, so like, very likely to be fake unless somehow proven by actual sources, so your very likely getting your hopes there (and mine....though my first hope was no more descendants movies but that hope is never coming true this rate...so your hope these are fake is your current hope....rise of red was torture enough, these leaks sound worser.) Though uh, don't get your hopes up on Red's friends from books appearing. Not only is it common for book characters to get ignored in the films (see: Hadie, Jade, Diego De Vil, Harriet Hook and the Gaston twins and more I would list but it would get long here and they the most important examples to me with their relatives being in the films) and even the books plots get ignored (see...honestly all of the plots in the books, they all get ignored in the films ultimately even after Melissa writes to make them connect to the films), but also given they are apart of ALLL the evil Queen of Hearts did in wonderland, given she basically has made Wonderland a dystopia to the point if you have any form of fun you better run for the nearest rabbit hole and hope its working because if your caught your in deep shit, which as we know happens to Red's friends, being turned into a card soldier and cat ultimately as punishment while Red has to watch, adding to her trauma list from her mom, I doubt they gonna be in the movies because that means addressing ALLLL of the fucked up shit Queen of Hearts did....all because of a prank, according to the movies. And uh pretty sure they gonna be acting like stopping the prank means Queen of Hearts is no longer that evil bitch....ignoring she had to have some shit in her if a prank is enough to make her go fuck it dystopia time and abusing my child time....so Red's friends won't make it into the movies to avoid addressing all that shit....becuase like Mal, Queen of Hearts gets to avoid consquiences for her actions.

[missamyrisa2]

Going through your blog and making myself squirm. Have I mentioned what a talented writer and teaser you are, my gorgeous friend? Because you are phenomenal at both. I cannot read your armpit or clit tickle teases without my thighs clenching. ;)

eeeeee~!!! My cutieeee Melodyyyy you knowww how I love coax such ~dulcet~ sounds from your impossibly squirmyyy ticklish self~ which is exactly whyyy I just oooh ~ had to have you gently bound like this to the soft bed with silkiesss ~ so that I can use my natural advantage of long arm spans to give you a mostttt fitting royal feathering~ because I have this theory of how your clittyyy is connected to your sparkle spot which for youuuuu I do believe is that cute underarm~ ooh yes, pull that arm sweetieee ~ I'm just testing, gliding my feather tip on your exposed armpit and you're sooo squirmy~ Mmhmm mmhmmm tell me how ticklish it isss ~ tell me allll about your cuteness and ticklishness while I draw my adorable pretty feather around the shape of your pittyyyy~

Sooo frustrating huhhhh~ you can't put your arm down nooope~ and you giggle soooo sweetly when you're tickled on your ticklish armpit ~ hmmm how often do you think about me tickling you like thisss? Mmmh? And how does that make your clitty throb? Ahh yes this adorable girl pearl ~ don't think I don't seeee what my underarm tickles do to you down thereeee~ awww what's a matter? Does it tickle? Amy always makes it better ~ let's just kissy kissy that pitty pittyy mmh? Some muuuah muahh muahh love for your ticklish armpit and your pearl can shine and tingle and throb all the wayyy~ ooh and because we have such an eager volunteer down thereee ~ I brought another feather~

Mmhmmm hold your head back and gigglemoan out it my darling because I think we're going innnnnn~ yes yessss get your wiggles outtt ~ the feather is going down your siiiiide and oooh thigh detour~! Yesss we need to visit these thiiighs going upppp up upppp your cuteeee lipssss and mmhmmm thereeee she beee~ the pearly pearllll mmhmm mhmmm~ ooh ohhh does it tickle so much? My feather just tracing uppp the lips, touching each side slowwwly and then the slightest poke~ just the slightest poke of the soft tip on your pearlyyy~ don't worry I can get this pitty tooooo~ let's seee ~ maybeee the softest elegant featheryyy tickle on your pearl and niiiice big circle rubs for that tender armpit~ mmhmm! Let's see you dance my impossibly ticklish sweet girly girl~!

Yesss armpit massage hereee and girlyyyy button tickle there~ my feather gliding up along the siiiide of your clitty just hugging the edge as we edge~ and then oooh yes slightttt little poke tickles down its length ~ my my myyyy you want it so bad huhhh~ sooo eager? Sooo wanttyyyy~ and now just kisssss the underside of your pearl that's right liiiight kissess from the feather feather and we wiiiggle wigggle wigggle my fingers in your cute underarms ~ just one to the other and back and then this oneee and that pitttt and tickle tickle tickle~~ rubby rubbbb rubb~ the trick is to keep you guessing which armpit I'm gonna bully while my feather just slides up and down your pearly length alll the way uppp and down and you get alll that lovelyyy criss-crossed attention~

oooh but now we have to switch it uppp ooh yesss ~ these pits are sooo tickled and sensitive I bet my feather will make you screamyyy scream mmhmmm~ which meaans yesss your clitty is getting the massageee darlinggg~ I'm quiteee adept at the thumb massage after alll~ just take my soft thumb pad and oooh yeahh that doesn't tickle does itttt ~ nooo that feels gooood ~ and nowww feather tickles on your outer pitttt and trace hereee and circle thereee~ yes you can squirm and laugh allll you like ~ you're not going anywhereeee nooope~~! Aww I knowww I knoww you want more touch but ahh you just get the liiightest touch of my thumb for now~ because yeppp~ we're switching it up again!!

Makeover timeeee~!!! I'm gonna sing you myyyy song now while we dolllll up your clittty~!! I have two soft makeup brushes just for youuuu and we're gonna give that pearly the royal treatment she deservess~ one brush heree twirling slowly on the side and one on the other siiide tooo~ yess we fluff up the pearlyyyy and yeahhh you can fucking ticklegasm alll you like~ the tickles aren't stopping noooope~!! And I have a trick for youuu!! Are you readyyy? I've been working on this oneee~ makeup brushes on each side of your clittyyy blushing and fluffing and ticklinggg and then my feather between my teeth sooo I can liiightly move that tip up and down your button and it's sooo wildly inconsistent just bobbing arounddd you never know where exactly the feather is gonna get yaaa~ but I'm gonna getchaa oooh yesss gonna gitchie gitchie goooo youuu until you're a total cute messsss~

and thennn I dunnooo maybe I'll just snuggle youuu and coo in your ear and trace those armpitsss while you fuzz outttt~<33

[tboyquackity]

ok here's what my beautiful mind says abt the characters powers so far fr my mha dsmp au remember this is still a wip workshop type thing but iwnna get it down heres my jist #MYJIST. also ccabinet and friends r all teens i thnk its cute:

phil: hawks quirk but black feathers instead of red 😭 powerful and intimidating and unstoppable v scary v angel of death. uses it mostly to scruff the kids around him though idont think cphil would be a hero mb he's retired or smthng? but he's still a complicated person don't get it twisted

cschlatt: basically just the scapegoat card frm yugioh!! he'd still be visibly sheeplike (which ithnk is thematic and will play into things later hold on ☝️) n he cn summon little rammies tht poof outta existence whn they take damage. they're EXTREMELY fragile, even one punch could knock one back into whtever pocket dimension she summons them frm, and they're also kinda 😭 stupid. they're alive sure, but they don't feel pain so its ok to toss them around but they're v v head empty. it's the same little set of them too :] they don't disappear permanently. and theyre a little pampered idk ithnk its a cute way fr cschlatt soft side isms to come in like...idk she pets them and likes them and feeds them treats despite them not needing to eat BUT. they're also v embarrassing fr her tht level of resentment..she has to be v v clever to use this thing to its full potential AND its inherent cuteness n gooeyness makes ppl not take her seriously at all which gives her like crazyyyyy issues...v v much a prove herself chip on his shoulder kinda guy as per usual. and the themes of defensiveness...they're primarily made to protect and not harm. again just lots to unpack fr my pookie #MYPOOKIE. and the disability of course, the quirk cn take quite a bit outta him n he's Already disabled so...

cwil: ITS CALLED SOOTSONG v straightforward and also not tht impressive which again plays into stuff i enjoy cuz i don't think the poor losers w no power of the dsmp should have anythng too stunning ...but yes his quirk keeps the throughline of not living up to his dad bcs tht guy gets That n cwil gets This BUTTT it's still a v him thing. it's a v simple bard like quirk :] he cn play or sing a song and share whtever emotion he wants to convey w it! tht theme of how he wants to reach out to ppl n make them understand and connect w him, words over fighting, vs the over n over desire he displays of wanting to make ppl suffer wht he's suffering. cn do a little healing one tht fixes v minor wounds, so singing to fundy as a baby fixes his scrapes...speaking of fundy ☝️

cfund: FOXSTEP it's a v simple shape shifting quirk :] going frm his hybrid form to a little fox tht cn slink around n sneak into areas, faster movement speed things of tht nature...still a squishy fox but still p cool :] and to expand on the point frm the cschlatt section ithnk all of cabinet should be visible hybrids to keep that theme of. snaps my fingers tht fundimental connection tht seeing eachother ermmm. its just straight up not a coincidence everyone in the cabinet is smbody tht had been passed over or discarded including cschlatt himself like ALLL of them got fucked over by cwil thts WHYY cschlatt chooses them yk...he sees wht they cn truly offer like point blank period they even talk abt it and the rest of the crew react tht way + confirm it uhmm. so them all hvng generally not v "impressive" quirks, being easy to clock as this n that, it keeps that close...they're looked down on but cschlatt cn see through it n so cn they so they all hang out idgaf abt anybody.

ctubbo: STURDY!!! he's still a little goat visibly :] but his actual quirk is tht if he plants both feet feet flat he becomes immovable #STANCED! lots to unpack w tubboisms w that, being v reliable, being a rock fr others, the feeling stuck the becoming cold the being used as a tool since "he cn handle it", the checkmate shit....cdrm deserved the torture tuesday idgaf ihope it hurts PUTO. but yes :] as long as both his hooves are planted he cannot be moved or defeated BUTTTT there's a lotta ways to get around it it's not broken at all....moving one of his feet deactivates it, breaking the floor underneath him or forcing him to move, as well as the being in one spot not being great fr combat. again, its tht theme of the cabinet being objectively extremely clever ppl so he needs to be smart to utilize his quirk to the fullest! know which way to move what to do v v coolness

ctommy: CHATTER!!! basically the pkmn chatot move :] he's a normal looking kid aside frm being blonde w blue eyes (v scary) but yes it's a v simple straightforward quirk :] he cn activate it and start yapping and his target will start getting a HUGE migrane + v dizzy and he uses it almost exclusively to be a lil jackass and cause problems, disorienting ppl to cause havoc...and again the themes you must understand my themes. gestures a touch it's annoying but ultimately harmless it's effects completely disappear fr 99% of ppl as soon as he turns it off and it doesn't last tht long in the first place but ppl get so fucking irrationally upset w this little ass boy fr being mildly irritating at most (while still being 😭 annoying slash fond) just a lot to unpack frm this idk i think it's v ctommy

cq: SORRY cq loses at everything and he loses here too it's just straight up the same as frm the dsmp 😭 shitty wings tht don't work and can MAYBE glide SMTIMES and a little duck tail thts IT. again, tht shoulder chip tht desire to prove himself w wht is objectively a kinda useless and almost cute quirk...? v unintimidating but yk he's thought son so he figures it out... mb later he gets access to smthng else does smthng kinda crazy for it but idk fr now thts wht he's rocking w 🙌 ok thts all fr now gang goodbye i need to go do my job hope yr all doing well :] :heart_hands_emoji: