#WRITE A BAD ENDING TO THIS AND ITS ON S I G H T

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 38

Jaskier has kept a secret for years. The ring with dandelions carved into it that he wears every second of every day is the only thing keeping him from turning into ash. He sleeps with a lovely woman one night, desperately trying to move on from Geralt (it doesn't work, he is still very much in love with his best friend) only to awake in the morning and find- FUCK She stole his ring! That conniving little-! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What does he do!? He races to the mirror and it confirms his worst fear. The glamour the ring gives him is gone. He can't see his reflection. He reaches a hand up to his mouth and feels his fangs. No- Nonono! Then his worst fucking nightmare ON TOP of his worst nightmare happens. He hears the stomping footsteps of a witcher approaching their room. Godsdamn it all. He hears the doorknob jiggle and.. Alright, he'll be the first to admit it, he panics. "DON'T COME IN, GERALT" The doorknob jiggling pauses. "Jaskier? Are you alright?" "Y- YES! Perfectly peachy! Don't come in!" Jaskier rushes around the room, pacing in panicked circles like a caged beast. He was a caged beast. He reaches to close the curtains of the only window in the room and like an idiot, he fumbles in place and ends up with his hand in the direct sunlight. He shrieks in pain and holds his hand to his chest. Geralt, scenting agony and hearing Jaskier yell, barges in without another moment of thought. Only to see Jaskier scrambling away from him in fear. In all his years of knowing Jaskier, he has NEVER been afraid of him. It physically pains Geralt to see it now. He doesn't understand why he wasn't allowed in. There's no lover of Jaskier's hiding in a corner embarrassed at being caught, Jaskier isn't indecent or anything, so why-? Then he looks at Jaskier, truly looks at him, and sees his blue eyes are glowing, and his mouth - Parted open as he pants - reveals fangs. Geralt's eyes dart to Jaskier's neck and it's confirmed. The worst part of it all, is the way Jaskier's eyes keep glancing between the door out of the room, and Geralt's silver sword. Geralt is infuriated. Not only did the woman Jaskier take to bed last night turn Jaskier into a vampire, but she also made Jaskier fear Geralt because of it. When Geralt says he isn't going to harm (let alone KILL like Jaskier had feared) Jaskier for the twentieth time, Jaskier finally believes him, and begs him to help him track the woman down. Geralt is intent on killing the vampire that ruined poor young human Jaskier's life. Jaskier is intent on getting his human-glamour, sunlight-immunity-enchantment ring back from this human he slept with, so he can go back to pretending he's human, like he has been doing for the past hundred or so years.

[tnsophiaonly]

"A shift within reality hurts."

Devotees stated, feeling their body duplicate and travel within different realities.

Part 1, Part 4

TW:

Bad words, (word) graphic mentions of tearing limbs, uhm very bad bad writing (as always) and short (?)

—y—t—i—l—a—e—R—

Out of all the odds in your room, it has got to be that little mirror ball. It reflects your reflection.

It's like those things fortune tellers use to know your fortune? Like this -> 🔮

You don't know how or why you have that but you just kept it, what if you somehow need it soon?

—t—f—i—h—s—

The Zapolyarny Palace, a cold and magnificent establishment where the Cryo Archon, The Tsaritsa orders her subjects.

The Tsaritsa's orders were simple yet held so much meaning and danger, "The Creator has descended upon this lands, and has ascended back to thy's world, they have the answers to this world that we don't, the power and the position. They will be a critical need against Celestia. Bring them here, alive."

It echoes through the halls, the order, sharp and clear. The tinge of cold lingering in her voice.

The 11 Harbingers are currently in the Il Dottore's laboratory,

Only a certain ginger was excited, hopelessly waiting to be able to get to his creator's world.

"Could you cut it out already?!" A purple puppet punched a ginger's arm as the ginger won't shut up about the Creator.

Apparently, only Childe was a devotee, and some Fatui agents too. But the others can't be said the same.

Example.. well The Balladeer. The Balladeer, well is self explanatory...

—s—l—a—o—g—

On the other hand, researches among other nations were also moving, thrilled of the possibility of being in their creator's world.

After the spreaded news of the creator descending, and with the Oracle, '(S/M)' finally talking about the creator event,she has given out wisdom that those who are gifted are finally capable of ascending to the creator's world.

—n—i—a—p—

"Devotees and Acolytes, I, the creator's humble oracle, hereby knowledge that it is my utmost honor and privilege to deliver a message of the utmost significance, Our Grace, who has descended to bless the flowers and very terrestrial of Teyvat has ascended yet again, but now, with a way for us to reach that heaven. The time has finally come for all those who seek ascension, for the pathway to our heavenly paradise has finally opened. Only those who possess the strength and determination to overcome the rigors of the world shall emerge victorious and bask in the eternal glory of our Grace. Let us now offer ourselves in humility and devotion, for our purpose has been revealed. The paradise we seek is within reach, and we shall reap the rewards of our efforts in this life and the next. Come forth, and I shall guide you through this gateway, which will lead you to eternal bliss and utter contentment.." every exact word the creator's oracle spoke with every possible happiness and admiration. As they set off to Mondstadt, other nations were envious of the nation but as so still came either way, (S/N or M) has led them to the very Creator statue, sitting in mid air with its hands in offering,

The statue looked ethereal, but didn't match the Creator's actual look of graciousness, but then, no statue or anything can ever match the Creator can it?

As they stood, (S/M) walked slowly, then, the blonde traveler came in a swoop out of nowhere, in the creator's hands, with a look of shock and confusion, a transcendent mix of the color blue, pink and gold appears in a stair like form.

Guiding and ending to the heavens above. The traveller went up first, then disappeared on the top, turning into primogems, then (S/N) went, turning into primogems too, then archons, then gods (even non-playables), then adeptus, then just at this point every character playable, then vision users, then the last ones were the npc's some were able to get in, some were not.

All came except for the Fatui Harbingers, The Tsaritsa, fully knowing what they're up to, decided to let them be under orders, because unlike Dottore's machine, there's no knowing where this gate will take them. Then she went in, then turned into primogems.

—r—e—w—o—p—

Ever since the creator's descending, deceased ones lived again, La Signora became alive again, Teppei, Tomo... Etc... But those who perished without the Traveller with them were not saved again. They lived in peace yet.

No one knew how Scaramouche came back, but he was definitely with Dottore now, apparently, Dottore exchanged Scaramouche and his clones for the electro and Dendro gnosis to Nahida in the negotiation. That's what they were told then.

And here they were,

Here in Dottore's lab with the help of Sandrone's machinery and Dottore's knowledge and shit, they were able to create a machine to be able to shift.

It was understandable that some were skeptical about the choice, it had a 49.88% out of 100% chance to work isn't it? But, there was no choice but to comply, as it is strictly under the Tsaritsa's words that they should go through a legitimate machine that can bring them to the creator.

Then one-by-one they entered the metallic machine, then felt immense pain as soon as they got in,

It's as if their body was warping with another, their body ripping apart, limb-to-limb, if you were a normal person, it would feel like a punishment for trying to shift into another reality,

Unlike the gateway from the Creator statue that'll feel like going to heaven and all, this machine felt like you were a doll that's been ripped apart when two little girls fought over you, stretching your body apart that it ripped into two.

—-—-—-—

Holding on to your consciousness in class as math class/history class started, it was Monday again unfortunately, school started yet again, you just want to bop your head and cry, why are you studying when you die it's all just gonna get tossed away either way? You wasted your life struggling in stress, pain and all, but it was all for nothing, then again if you just sit there it's also considered as wasting your life isn't it?

Suddenly you want to go back to that strange dream, lucid dream..? Or..

"(Y/n).."

Your name was called out by a classmate, asking for an extra pen sheepishly. You stared at them, eyeing them, then went through your stationary and gave them an extra pen, with a thanks, they started scribbling again. You look at the board, oh shit, you had to take notes or else!

Then you started writing again, with few silly doodles on the pages,

As class goes on, you're unaware that the world you've just went to, has come to you.

Pls ignore to the fact that I disappeared then just appeared out of nowhere, class started becoming HORRID and really a pain in the ass-

+I was not satisfied with the things I wrote in here so it took so much time 😭

Anyways here ya go, I'm dropping another thing connected about this dw.

Taglist

(I still don't know what is this)

@khalhaimdad @yourlocalstranger123 @undecidingfate @urog1 @mmeatt

[helpimstuckposting]

Advice

Song: Advice by Cavetown

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Playlist

A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z

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Eddie wasn’t unfamiliar with bad days. In fact, he’d say he was intimately familiar with them. Biblically, even, since they’d fucked him so often. And usually he was able to adjust, to improvise, to calm down and save any serious outbursts for the privacy of his own bedroom. Or van, depending on how truly awful the day was.

Today, he didn’t make it to his room, or to the van. Instead, he walked right out of his last class of the day and trudged straight to the picnic table in the woods behind the school. He figured he had around twenty minutes to get his anger out before someone tramped along looking to buy weed. He was too wired to sit, so he set his little black lunchbox on the table, and started pacing back and forth to try and relieve some pent up energy.

He was off to a rough start from the second his alarm went off. Or didn’t go off, in the case of that morning. Somehow, the stupid electricity in the trailer had gone out at some point in the middle of the night and reset the clocks, making Eddie an hour late to the start of his day. He’d skipped breakfast, and forgot his smokes in the process which meant that all of his teachers were more unbearable than usual.

Then, he skipped lunch to run across the street and buy a pack from the convenience store to take the edge off, but apparently his dad was in town because the man behind the counter had called him Junior with that face people made when they treated him like shit splattered across their shoes. If Al was in town that meant either he hadn’t bothered to check in on his son, or Wayne was keeping it from him and both options pissed Eddie off.

On top of that, Mrs. Click had lost his essay and then claimed he’d never turned it in which was bullshit because Eddie knew for a fact he’d turned it in on time, he’d stayed up all night writing it. In between classes, someone had graffitied “Satanist Freak” on his locker, which normally wouldn’t bother Eddie at all but then he’d gotten yelled at to clean it up, like anyone would think he wrote it himself. The authority figures in this batshit town were driving him insane.

As if that weren’t fucking enough Tommy goddamn Hagan (who Eddie was pretty sure had written the little love letter on his locker) had deliberately poured his entire water bottle on Eddie’s lap in the middle of class, and then played it off as an accident to the teacher. He’ll probably get detention for ditching after that, but Eddie was fucking exhausted. Why him? Why did everything have to hit the fan all at once? Couldn’t he just have one bad thing happen per day? He’d take one bad thing a day for the rest of his life over all the shit piled on top of him in the last seven hours.

And! Eddie was sure the fact that his father was in town would bite him even harder in the ass until the son a bitch left again. He couldn’t stand the thought of going home to see his smarmy fucking face after the last time he was in town and conned Eddie out of his savings and the contents of his lunchbox. It was fucking ludicrous that the town hated him for his father when Eddie got the worst end of the stick his whole life. At least the other people could avoid him, could walk away or, hell, even call the cops on the bastard if they wanted. Eddie couldn’t ever get away from him. Every time Eddie even looked at a mirror, Al Munson looked back.

He could feel the buzzing adrenaline bubbling up behind his eyes, stabbing its claws into his sinuses. His hands shook as he tugged them through his hair and he could not let this shitty day make him cry. He wasn’t going to let the town win, let his teacher and Tommy win, let Al Munson win. He clenched his stupid shaking hands into fists and dug his nails in as hard as he could, trying to steady his breathing, but it didn’t work. He could feel the build up behind his eyes and all the shitty events of the day clogging his throat like it was strangling him from the inside.

He let out a frustrated yell, grabbing his lunchbox from the table and using all of his energy to chuck it across the little clearing, across the lunch table, and straight into a tree. It smashed against the bark with a rattle, hitting the ground without even breaking the latch. Eddie knew the thing wouldn’t break, though it might have been sporting a few new scratches and a dent. It made him feel a little better, though. Maybe he could understand why someone would do sports. Maybe. Sometimes.

“Damn, you ever try shot put?” a voice called out through the clearing.

Eddie whipped his head around to find the king himself, Steve Harrington sauntering towards the picnic table. Schools out then, he thought, grumbling in his mind like a child. Of course The King would need to stock up, it was a Friday after all.

“With an arm like that, you’d do pretty well,” he added when Eddie didn’t respond.

“I don’t know what the fuck shop put is, but I’m not in the mood, Harrington,” Eddie called back, crossing his arms over his chest and stomping a boot onto the wooden bench next to him. The second he did, he felt like an idiot, like some kind of alpha-male posturing to seem tougher. He put his foot back on the ground.

“It’s shot put, it’s… never mind,” Steve cut himself off. “Anyway… uh.” He looked nervous, rubbing his hands awkwardly before shoving them into the pockets of his pristine blue jeans. It eased some of the tension in Eddie’s shoulders. He wanted to laugh. He made the king nervous, made him look a bit scared, even. It was comical. Wayne would think it was downright hilarious.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Eddie called. The King was still standing by the treeline, a good few yards of space between them.

“Do you have any joints left? Maybe a baggie of flower or something?” he responded. Eddie rolled his eyes. The royal court was predictable, as always.

“Like I said, I’m really not in the mood.”

“I’ll pay extra,” Steve added, shrugging his shoulders. Eddie paused, contemplating the offer. He did need the money, he always needed the money, and he knew Harrington was good for it. Eddie could probably double the price and The King wouldn’t even bat an eye.

He sighed, glancing at his toppled lunch box on the ground. Eddie rolled his eyes, deciding the money was worth more than his peace and quiet. He cracked his neck before trudging over to the black metal box, noticing Steve’s flinch as he did. The boy tried to cover it, Eddie could tell, but he wasn’t quick enough and Eddie couldn’t quite hide his smirk as he snatched the lunchbox up and walked back to the table.

He sat down, placed the container on the rough wooden surface, and gestured to the bench opposite him. The King paused briefly before joining him, sitting down quietly and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

“How many joints?” Eddie asked.

“How many you got?”

He glanced into the lunchbox, stomach aching as he shoved the actual lunch aside to open the little metal Altoids tin. He had four joints left, a few less than Harrington’s usual haul, but enough. He gathered them all up, pulling out an empty baggie and wrapping the joins up tight. Eddie held up the baggie for Harrington to take before grabbing another, prepacked with an eighth of flower.

“Eighth or a quarter?” Eddie asked, grabbing a second baggie.

“You got a half?” Harrington asked, squinting a little like he was sheepish to ask the question. Eddie would have found it cute if he wasn’t so annoyed at that moment. He rolled his eyes instead.

“If I had a half, I would have asked, Princess,” he snapped. If Harrington had looked sheepish before, he looked downright contrite now. It made Eddie feel a little bad, but he held his glare without backing down. The world had been shit to him today, he didn’t have to care about hurting The Kings feelings.

“An eighth or a quarter ounce, Harrington?” he asked again.

“Quarter,” he mumbled. Eddie pulled both baggies out, holding them toward Harrington to take. He didn’t. Instead he looked from the baggies to Eddie’s face, eyes contemplating something and Eddie hoped like hell that Steve wouldn’t ask, but like everything else today, the world didn’t listen.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and Eddie’s anger reared its ugly head again.

“I don’t want to talk, Harrington.”

“Are you sure? Because you kind of look like you need it. Are you okay?” he asked again.

“You want a hint?” Eddie snarked, snatching the baggies back. If His Highness wasn’t taking his gold then Eddie could keep it for himself for all he cared. “Are you hungry?” Eddie asked him.

Steve looked confused, his brows scrunching together like he was trying to connect the pieces of conversation that was running away from him.

“I… why?” he asked.

“Because you can eat my fucking shorts, Harrington. I said I don’t want to talk, so take the weed, leave the cash, and leave me the fuck alone,” Eddie spat, tossing the baggies between them on the table.

“I just mean, maybe I can help! Give you some advice or-“

“I know you’re trying to help, it’s very nice of you to pay your loyal subjects some attention but you don’t know anything about me, okay? I don’t need your advice, and I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Eddie gave up, decided this was a failed transaction and he should pack his shit and leave. He made a move to stand, reaching for the baggies on the picnic table, but he was beaten to the punch. Harrington grabbed the baggies out from under his hand, quickly tossing way too many bills on the wooden table. Forget double, Eddie’s pretty sure it was enough for a whole ounce. He stared, dumbfounded, at the cash in front of him and looked back up at Harrington. He was standing now, just a step away from the bench he’d been sitting on a second ago.

Eddie snatched the cash and tried to reign in his expression. He wasn’t really sure what his face was doing, couldn’t tell if he’d schooled it or not, but Harrington wasn’t giving anything away.

“I wasn’t trying to pick a fight, I swear.” He held a hand up, like Eddie was some kind of rabid animal Steve was trying to placate. “I just… I know what it feels like to not have anyone to talk to. So, like… if you need an ear-“

“I don’t ’need an ear’, Harrington, I need you to get out of my face, I need your court jester Tommy to leave me the fuck alone, and clean my locker while he’s at it! I need Mrs. Click to find my fucking essay because I’m already failing her class, and I need people in this godawful town to stop treating me like I’m just a clone of my father!” Eddie yelled. He huffed out a large breath, startled at his own outburst. By the glint in Steve’s eye, it was exactly what he’d been trying to pry out of Eddie. He looked pleased that he’d just been screamed at, and it just pushed all of Eddie’s buttons.

How the fuck did he even do that? They didn’t talk. Steve bought weed from him before his parties, and ignored him in the hallway. That was it. That’s all they ever were. So how the hell did he just get Eddie to tell him what was bothering him? Maybe the town was wrong, and they got the wrong witch when they put Eddie up on a pyre. He felt the sudden urge to yell ‘I saw Goody Harrington with the Devil!’. Somehow, he didn’t think that would make this conversation any better.

Eddie crossed his arms like a petulant child, and he couldn’t help but notice Steve slot his hands onto his hips like some kind of scolding housewife. Everything Harrington was doing made Eddie feel smaller and smaller.

“Just… leave me alone,” Eddie sighed, feeling deflated. “I don’t owe you anything, okay? You’re not my friend, you’re not my mom,” Eddie rolled his eyes and stared pointedly at Steve’s soccer mom stance. A blush bloomed across his cheeks, and Eddie watched as he took the hands off his hips and shoved them back into his pockets. Eddie couldn’t decide if Steve’s jeans were more dad jean or mom jean but he shook the thought from his head before he figured it out.

“Right… well,” Steve sighed, pulling a hand out of his pocket and patting it lightly on his thigh. Eddie had a sudden flash of Steve wearing horn rimmed glasses, saying ‘Welp, I better hit the road’, and Eddie couldn’t figure out when Steve had gone from King to Single Father during the span of their conversation. “Thanks for the… stuff,” Steve said awkwardly. Jesus Christ, Eddie needed to get a hold of himself and quickly. It was ridiculous how endearing he was finding this, and being weirdly attracted to a father figure act was not something he needed to be unpacking right now.

“Thanks for the cash,” Eddie said back, just as awkwardly tossing a salute in and immediately wanting to jump off a cliff. He needed to get out of here. Quickly, he packed up his lunchbox, tossing the cash inside before latching it shut. He turned back toward the direction of the school parking lot and prayed that Steve would let him go without another word. He tried not to dwell on the fact that it felt a lot like tucking his tail between his legs.

“See you next Friday!” Steve called out behind him.

Eddie was halfway back to the trailer before he realized the weight in his chest was significantly lighter than it had been all day. He tallied it up to Steve being in league with the devil. They’d go back to not speaking in the hallways, and he’d forget all about their conversation today, and that was it. Eddie just hoped he’d forget it too, and tried not to think about exactly how many witch’s marks Steve might have that Eddie couldn’t see.

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This was inspired by me being unhinged and thinking of Steddie literally every single time a song came on from my playlist so I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write 26 of them. If anyone wants to try this challenge, go for it! I just thought it would be fun. I linked the playlist above, and I might add or subtract songs to it depending on how I'm feeling

Tagging some people who might be interested or helped me out with picking songs! Thank you for the suggestions (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@estrellami-1 @weirdandabsurd42 @sirsnacksalot @devondespresso @captncalamity @sluttysteddie @blahblah-hilariousname-blah @cringevalue @thereallifecath

[yourimagines]

I don't suppose you'd do a nsfw alphabet for george clarkeey please?!

I don't really know him so I hope it's good enough, if not tell me please. (it's even feels weird to write this kind of stuff for someone who's younger than I am....)

What he likes NSFW

* English is not my first language I apologize

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, NSFW

A - Aftercare,What he likes after sex: Watch a movie with you and eat some snacks and junk food.

B - Body part, his favorite body part of himself and yours: He likes his arms, you always grab them while you ride them or when he's fucking you. He absolutely loves your breasts, the way they wiggle in front of his face...makes him weak

C - Cum, Anything to do with cum: It depends if your on your period or not but he's not afraid to do it without an condom, sometimes he pulls out and leaks his cum over your thighs.

D - Dirty Secret, A dirty secret of himself: He really wants to film you both when doing it to see how he looks but he's scared he will get hacked and doesn't want that on the internet.

E - Experience, How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing: He's an beginner but not bad at it, he just goes with the flow and learns over the time.

F - Favorite Position: He likes it when you ride him, especially when he's playing video games.

G - Goofy, Is he more serious in the moment, or is he more joking around: He's a big goof, playing around and laughing. He can be serious but he's way more better when he's having fun.

H - Hair, How well groomed is he: He's well groomed, not completely shaven but also not too much down there.

I - Intimacy, How is he during the moment, on a romantic aspect: He kisses you a lot, praises you and smiles a lot at you. He feels comfortable with you and loves to try out new things.

J - Jack Off, Masturbation: He does it, no need to say more haha.

K - Kink, One or more of his kinks: He likes to try new things out and loves the daddy kink type.

L - Location, his Favorite places: bedroom, behind his computer, in the shower, in his car, everywhere.

M - Motivation, What turns him on: when you bite your lip when he makes you all shy, it turns him on.

N - NO, Something he wouldn’t do: Probably doing one of these nasty things what includes poo or pee, that's an turn off for him and a big no.

O - Oral, Preference in giving or receiving: He likes to receive, When you touch him, give him head, jack him off. He loves it when your on top and ride him, doing all the work.

P - Pace, what is his pace: Slow but deep and at the end a bit rougher.

Q - Quickie, His opinions on quickies rather than proper sex: He loves them, during a break or when he's really horny, a quick release is good to him. He also likes proper sex but he's busy a lot of his nights with making videos and stuff and he still loves to touch you so quickies it is.

R - Risk, Does he likes take risks and game to experiment: Yes, he likes to try new things out with you, he's down for almost everything.

S - Stamina, How many rounds can he go for, how long can he last: One good round then It's your turn.

T - Toy, Does he own toys, Does he use them on you or himself?: He has some toys and he likes to try them out together with you.

U - Unfair, how much he likes to tease: He's an big teaser, loves to tease you and secretly loves it when you tease him.

V - Volume, How loud is he and what sounds does he makes: He makes noise when he's 'aloud'. during those quickies he's quict as possible, we wouldn't want his friends hear you guys...

W - Wild Card: He's down for almost everything, he's an freak

X - X-Ray, what’s going on in his pants: Thick and bends to the left, one vein on his shaft and a few hair.

Y - Yearning, How high is his sex drive: Well he's 23 and that means his sex drive is high, loves it and can't helps it.

Z - ZZZ, how quick he falls asleep afterwards: He falls asleep most of the time 30 mins later if you guys had proper sex, if its a quickie than he isn't falling asleep.

[tonberry-yoda]

HALLOOO AGAIN ITSA MEEE

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to say you is speed is an understatement- i too, get excited when i see you posting croc man content- your writing is just muah 💪💪💪💪

Also- yes i would like a nickname :D, dats hec COOL-

Behold,

✨Helicopter anon✨

Bc ykno- it goes brrrr and brrr is good for health 😌

ANYWAY- HERES ANOTHERRRR

I hope im not spamming requests- you can take your time of course 😤

These are just ideas for you :)

Ok business time 👹

👏Crocman dad👏trying👏to👏protect👏his👏child's👏innocence 👏

Like crocodile has bad habits right-: smoking (a l o t o f s m o k i n g), mafia business, cussing, angery and stuff like that.

To start- He wont smoke around his child, if his child appears out of nowhere he would most prob like yeet his cigar somewhere HAHAHAHAH

Doesnt talk about his underworld business when his child is present, imagine his agents or his clients coming in straight up with details of his work like "sir i got rid of tha-" *croc staring daggers at dem with his kid playing in his office*

Also, since he spends alot of time with his wife and child, when there is a needed time to k e e l somebody he just hands his child that he's holding, to his wife c a l m l y and the wife who knows whats abouta go down and just goes "whoops lets go buy ice cream shall we" *walks away* bc queen knows 😌

He just avoids everything possibly bad

I hope this gave you some ideas-

Again, you can take 1% of these or add and its still foine

Thank youuuu

HAVE A GDAY GDAYYYYY✨😤

OH MY GOODNESS, i was waiting for you to put in another request lol. i love your requests so much they give me so much writing inspiration! seriously though, your requests are amazing. And helicopter anon is literally perfect, when i tell you me and my sister were cracking up when you chose that name. I love it. and i love these croc as a father writings, they are so good! now onward! i did what i could, so please enjoy and have a great day helicopter anon!! <333

Croc as a father part 4!

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 550

Notes - again, thank you for the request helicopter anon! i love these and now my requests are finally open so you can request another if you're down!! have a great day and i really hope you enjoy!!! stay hydrated!!! <33333 (image not mine)

and now requests are OPEN!!! please check my pinned post before requesting!!

“Dear,” you played with the collar of Crocodile’s button up trying to ignore the cigar smoke flying around your face. “I've been meaning to talk to you about…” you flicked his cigar and he giggled, kissing your neck. “This.”

“Huh?” Crocodile moved from his neck looking down at his cigar. “This? What about this?”

“Uhm… It's just… our son. I don't want-”

“Oh, I haven't been doing it around him.”

You tilted your head, trying to think back to the times of all of you hanging out together. “You haven't?”

“Nope. You think I want my six year old to know what I do for a living?”

You giggled and played with the bottom of Croc’s hair. “I don't know why I ever doubted you.”

If Crocodile was being fully honest with you though, it was the most impossible thing he had to do. Hiding your mafia identity from a sporadic child was hands down the hardest thing in the world.

For example, one time, he was just in his office working when his six year old burst in the room making airplane noises as he ran back and forth with a toy plane. Crocodile has never thrown something so long and far, but his cigar ended up on the other side of the room while his child turned to him with a goofy smile asking what that was.

Or when Crocodile was teaching his son how to use a map and one of his employees walked in.

“Sir, we took care of the body you wanted us to hi-”

Crocodile had never stared at someone with such force. He pointed to his child who was coloring the map with sharks and fish and pointed to the door, forcing his employee out.

All Crocodile’s son knew Crocodile to be a big teddy bear. Someone who would help him whenever he had a nightmare. Someone who loved his momma with all of his heart and soul. Someone he looked up to.

Crocodile knew that eventually he would have to tell his son about his business, hopefully have him take it over when the time came. But for now he was learning. Trying to figure out the world. The last thing he needed to know was Crocodile’s grudge against Monkey D. Luffy and the fact that he had been to jail and that he had committed multiple crimes. That was for another day.

Whenever he was curious though, it was always your job to step up.

“Honey,” Crocodile handed you your son, his employees standing behind him. “I have to go take care of something. Take him out to go get some frozen yogurt and get yourself something nice, love.”

He placed a kiss on your head and your sons, walking out of the room with that evil, but sexy look on his face that made you swoon.

“Momma?” You set your son down and grabbed his hand. “Where’s daddy going?”

You just smiled and rubbed the top of his jet black hair. “He's going to work dear.”

“What does daddy do for work?”

You grabbed the keys off of the wall and smirked. “Daddy takes care of business, buddy.”

You kissed him on the forehead and took him out for frozen yogurt while Crocodile did just that.

Take care of business.

[mallory-likes-whales]

About Me!

Hi! I'm Mallory! I like whales!

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Now then, for more details...

}> Name: Mallory

}> Age: <18

}> Pronouns: She/her

}> Favourite Colour: Purple

}> Favourite Season: Autumn or Winter

}> Favourite Musician: Chappell Roan

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I love:

Whales <3

Music

Art

Computers

My awesome partner @xx-midnight-calico-cat-xx <33

Theatre

Star-Trek

Vampires

Books

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Here's a really bad photo of a minke whale I took in August 2024

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Music:

I like music a lot, both in the creation and listening of it; I'll start with listening. As I said earlier, my current favourite artist is Chappell Roan; her music is so good, it is simply always a vibe. Plus, few things can help (one of my) more dreary moods than the hyping-up power of H-O-T-T-O-G-O you can take me HOOOT TOOO GOOOOOO . That being said, my music taste is quite eclectic. Some other of my favourite artists are, in no particular order:

Mark Knopfler

Stan Rogers

Hozier

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Fish in a Birdcage

Icon For Hire

Boygenius

Ken Tizzard

Aviators

Set It Off

And here are some very good songs:

Whatcha Want - Lawrence

Giant - Stan Rogers

Picture You - Chappell Roan

Bitter - Chappell Roan

Red Wine Supernova

Border Reiver - Mark Knopfler

Scavenger's Yard - Mark Knopfler

The Nancy - Stan rogers

Hope of Morning - Icon For Hire

Fire With Fire - AlicebanD

I also have a fairly extensive cd collection, which I am very proud of :>

Now, if you somehow wound up here for the making of music, you are probably better off going to @literatureisdying. They actually play songs. I do not do that. I play tuba in my school's concert band, which I consider myself pretty good at; I sing, mainly quietly to myself in the mornings, but also in my school's choir, and a musical one time (where I had a solo that I'm told was pretty good); I am also learning electric bass, which is going fairly well!

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Art:

I love art. So so so so much. I don't do as much of it as I would like to, but I like to think I'm pretty good at it. I mostly use watercolour paints or ballpoint pen. (Which generally comes from my philosophy of not dwelling on the past, because I find myself trying over and over again to get every stroke perfect when using more forgiving mediums, and that's not very fun imo, but this is the art section, not the philosophy section, so I digress) I also sometimes dabble in digital art or pencil work, though not often. (see earlier tangent) My icon is my own art, as is:

This whaaaale

I really like this whale skeleton painting, painted with the whale skeleton on display at Memorial University of Newfoundland as a reference :3

And this thing:

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Computers:

I really love computers and computer science. This does not extend to liking ai art or LLM "AI"s in general. I do really like keeping my computers happy and healthy. (even if it takes a hacksaw sometimes (No this is not an exaggeration (If you're interested, ask me. (how many stacked brackets can I use before it gets to be too hard to read? (oh well))))) I recently retired my lovely Optiplex 980, as her hardware was not up to the stress I put her under. By the end she needed two powers supplies to run. I am currently using a very nice machine containing a Nvidia GTX 760 GPU, 16gb of RAM, and a Ryzen 7 inside. She does good work. Writing this I realize I am personifying my computers a bit; it's only weird if you make it weird.

My computers have a variety of operating systems; my main machine runs (for the moment) windows 10, as I need some of its features, you must understand that I do not like windows; my laptop and secondary desktop runs Debian. I also have an old Windows XP machine, and an Arch machine.

On my computers, I code, play a couple of video games, and do whatever work I need to. I am fairly fluent in Python, and I would like to learn a few other languages. My video gaming extends primarily to Terraria, Trailmakers, Minecraft, and Skyrim. In Terraria I have over 8000 hours, so if you need advice on the subject, I'm your gal. :>

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@xx-midnight-calico-cat-xx:

Is awesome and you should check out their blog. Like aaaah I am so lucky :3

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Theatre:

I am decidedly in the camp of theatre kid. I have done fourteen shows, of which two were withing school productions and the other twelve were with a local youth theatre company. I like to think I am a decent actress. I am a huge fan of devised theatre, and I would like to someday actually write a play of my own, but I currently haven't the inspiration nor the grasp of narrative writing to really do that. Someday...

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Star Trek (And also other video media):

I like star-trek. It's fun. I haven't watched all of it yet, I have only watched (Most of) TOS and (A good chunk of) TNG. Very fun. I am also an enjoyer of several other tv shows and movies, including: The Princess Bride, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, First Kill (curse you Netflix...... (Objectively I see why they cancelled it but I really like vampires so.)), Batman: The Animated Series, and probably others I'm failing to think of right now.

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Vampires:

On the subject of Vampires, they're really hot cool. The concept of immortality is very philosophically fascinating to me, especially immortality at the price of others' lives. (I could get into that here, but this is already waaay longer than I intended, so if you want to know, ask! :> The aesthetic is also just so cool. I will leave it there, but know there is more I could say.

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Books:

Big fan of books. So very tactile, so much reader interpretation, so much symbolism, so much tell-don't-show storytelling, oh books my beloved. Currently my all time favourite is The Cruel Sea by Nicholas Monsarrot. It takes place on two ships during in the Atlantic theatre of World War Two, and is hauntingly heavy. It gets somewhat gory at times, and it is written by a WW2 veteran so don't expect it to sugarcoat things. I also highly recommend approaching it like a high-school English teacher, because I swear to you: THE CURTAINS ARE NEVER JUST BLUE. I am a big fan of Neil Gaiman's work, and at the time of writing this I am partway through Bram Stoker's Dracula

Bye! Sorry for the wall of text! Enjoy my blog!

[octagledestroyer]

Good Omens Episode 3

I still don’t know why y’all are interested in this, but it’s more popular than anything I’ve ever posted before (including meticulously crafted DND stories and no im not bitter about that who’s bitter I’m not bitter you’re bitter) so I guess I’ll just...keep going?

Oh, and we’re back to the Garden of Eden. What’s he doing with that rock- oh look it’s God

Ah, this is presumably Noah’s Ark. Ok, but the thing is (here I go on a literary rant)- all civilizations who have recorded history have some sort of a flood myth/story! It’s everywhere- I really do think that at some point there was a massive flood that reached...possibly everywhere, I’m not too familiar with Native American mythology, but presumably Asia and Europe. 

“As a promise not to...do it again.” “How kind” Crowley’s sass is l e g e n d a r y

wOW I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT OK I JUST GOT OUT OF HOLY WEEK 

that was...a lot more graphic than I was expecting. I mean, you hear the hymns, everything, I even cried on Holy Thursday and couldn’t keep singing but I’ve never seen...

“What else am I gonna be, an aardvark?” Ok but does this mean Aziraphel was hoping that Crowley could be redeemed

these boys are SO dramatic- how old are they, 12?

burbage was absoLUTELY flirting with Crowley also why does it feel like Aziraphel knows nothing about plays? I mean “I love all the...talking...” it’s called a MONOLOGUE you silly angel

Hah so this is the Arrangement I’ve heard/read so much about. Ohhh Aziraphel’s so worried about Crowley! How did it take him until the literal end of the world to figure out he liked Crowley?

Ah, Paris. I’ve been waiting for this. Dude is so OBVIOUSLY waiting for Crowley-

Oh, Crowley froze time, didn’t he? Zira’s face just lit up like a candle how is he THIS OBLIVIOUS

I mean...do I feel bad for Jean-Claude or not? How did those soldiers not recognize him?

“I like pears” oh stay on topic Zira. Also, did anyone else get flashbacks to the Doctor’s hate of pears when they were talking about this?

...even though I knew this fight was coming and could practically recite it word-for-word it still h u r t

Ah. 1941. That’s a lot of lit candles for a church with two people in it...and those do NOT look secure. Even if that church didn’t blow up it probably would’ve burned to the ground sooner rather than later.

Whoa- triple crossing

They’re making light conversation while someone points a gun at them- never change, boys. never change. 

his fACE HE- gAH THESE BOYS

Also Crowley sounds so cool and suave but I would bet all the money in my purse that he rehearsed what he was going to say beforehand- probably in front of a mirror

wait, shadwell- shadwell- oh im STUPID ITS

im not even going to finish that sentence

Zira’s so scared and my heart is breaking 

we’re halfway through the episode and NOW the title sequence starts. It still doesn’t make any sense but at this point I’m just here for the music- oh and that epic thing they do at the end where the letters unfold to say “Good Omens”

I’m still in love with Dog. He’s the best thing ever and I want to hug him. 

Ok Adam is also completely precious. His book sounds exactly like something an 11-year-old would write. 

Ooooh Shadwell and Crowley still keep in touch- and Shadwell thinks Crowley’s the son of the man he met in... what was it, 1960? It’s been less than 10 minutes and I already can’t remember

I bet Anathema’s ranting about the world is going to shape what happens in Armageddon 

Adam’s been manipulating the weather in Tadfield for years, hasn’t he. White Christmas...

Are you serious both Crowley and Zira have been sponsoring the Witchfinder’s Army? 

Chow™

b o y s  you cannot do this to my h e a r t

Adam got rid of nuclear power in his sleep and replaced it with a sherbet lemon. wow. 

Well, that’s the end of episode 3- you know, I’m really enjoying this, more than I thought I would. I know the plot, yeah, but there’s so much I didn’t know and can still be surprised by. Next post might come out tomorrow or Sunday, or it might not...I’ve got a lot of editing to do. 

[jelly-alien]

Jurrasic park

So I love these movies, I just finished watching them and I've come to this.

Jurrasic park: a fantastic introductory. I love it for that reason. It isn't an exact replica of the book, but I think I appreciate it more for that. There's quite a few areas I think it went the extra mile on and that are really memorable to me and others (the iconic ":o" scene with the brachiosaurus) and the Mr DNA scene with many others. It felt lively, smooth, and kept me wanting to engage with the world it was creating. And when it hit its Climax *it hit*. Sure, mistakes here mistakes there. But personally I think I enjoy a movie a lot more when it doesn't strive for perfectionism but rather the genuine story it's telling. Unlike a lot of movies today that strive for perfection, whether that be in screen quality, make-up, or otherwise. So I guess I'm saying I like the writing, but everything else in Jurrasic Park is stunning. The CGI and the Puppets. THE PUPPETS oh my g o s h do you people have any idea how cool those things are??? Life sized Dinosaur puppets.

Jurrasic Park II: After a solid introduction, we get to see our characters back in action. Personally it might have felt like Indiana Jones: Dinosaur edition. But I love it all the same, a much faster pace than the first movie. A different conflict. Many stupid decisions were made by the characters in the movie. It's incredibly satisfying to see Greed Inc. get eaten. There's a lot of funny moments in this movie that maybe aren't meant to be. But there's quite a few scenes where the Big Bad is trying to negotiate... with a T Rex. Now what is going inside your head to reach this? There's the middle of the movie where our main cast escapes the velociraptor pack. Big action sequence and they all get their own badges moment. In the middle of it after the girl gymnastic kicks the Raptor away from her dad, he goes "the school kicked you off the team" and it's so?? Funny? Like, I started laughing at the thought of, he was just saved by his daughter from these intelligent, meat eating, DINOSAURS and just "school". I'm not sure why I found it as comical as i did. These are also a lot of the scenes that felt like Indiana Jones a bit. You know the scenes. But I'm not complaining. The CGI and Puppetry has greatly improved in this one and it's so awesome to see. Like the transition from the first to second movie about the opinions of dinos went like :D -> D:

Jurassic Park III: This may actually be my favorite. The entire story is a rescue mission, and the plot twists are insane. Two parents that lied to this poor man's face and ended up missing a fuck ton of information and ended up making a fuck ton of bad choices while on the island (Grant was the only thing keeping them alive, and props to him. That I know was hard). So anyway, after the chaos they find the kid and he's been bunkering down and with his knowledge he lived. Smart kid. The entire movie was different from the first and second. Different problem. And no dinosaurs were taken, like that was not the secondary plot. The secondary plot was kind of that, but it was more so "I stole the eggs. I swear I was not going to make the most epic omelet you've ever had" Really though from the Rescuing Plot to the Raptors becoming more grounded as intelligent with the thievery plot. I really enjoyed it. It's also got one of my favorite scenes and it's with the Raptor in Grant's dreams going "Alan". Funniest shit. I have to contain myself if my brain just happens to play it at odd times. I have a great memory with the scene with my bf (we both died). So hey get rescued and it comes full circle. Everyone learns. The first and second movie start (atleast when they reach the island) start the same. They're screaming the name of the person they're looking for and bad things happen. Maybe the dinos are just sensitive to yelling and they just want peace and quiet. I enjoyed the movie for what it had to offer, an action packed survival rescue mission. It doesn't compare to the first one. But it has its own things to offer, and I rather like that a lot. Experimentation in movies is nice to see when it mixes well. Sort of how stated earlier I don't really care about the flaws in Jurrasic Park.

I love all 3 of these movies for different reasons. I loved seeing the Puppets evolve. The CGI improve. And of course there were new dinos every movie! The sound design! Absolutely peak, I love them. The parasaurs didn't deserve what they got in all 3 movies. I think I'd love to see a Triceratops VS T Rex scene. As it's historically accurate, I love the fight scenes don't get me wrong and later the movies depict the T Rex as the Good guy. But a face off between 2 ancient enemies? A Triceratops can and has (at least in 1 instance i believe) impale that mf. And I want to say was one of the very few (if not the only) to actually take down this gigantic apex predator.

I guess that's it. I like dinosaurs.

[sq0ux]

Latin Letter Tier List

S: D, J, S

A: L, F, Z

B: B, C, W, X, Y

C: A, E, I, O, U

D: G, M, N, Q, R

E: H, K, T, P

F: V

S tier is reserved for those letters that are special to me. D sets up deez nuts jokes so effectively, also the beginning of several insults that I particularly like (dipshit, dumbass, degen). J is the first letter of my name and is a fun letter, especially in cursive. It has a fun name and a fun sound. S is up here because it is also really fun to write, though less so in cursive. It also has the distinction of being the highest tier despite being so late in the alphabet.

A Tier is for some solid letters. L is really good, very simple, and it's funny to give L's out to people, it also looks really stable and is simple to write. F is up here because Fuck is just so relieving to say, and I think must of that is due to the f sound. It only doesn't reach S tier because it looks lopsided. Z is really cool, and the sound is great. It also has a weird factor that is really appealing to me. The alternate writing Z also looks nice, though I don't like that you have to pick up the pen to add it.

B Tier is for above average letters, we got some heavy hitters like B and C, and the wildcards at the end of the alphabet with W, X, and Y. B and C are staples of the alphabet and provide the foundation of the alphabet with easier sounds. That being said, they also aren't particularly interesting outside of that foundation. W, X, and Y are the opposite, they can only be so out there because of the foundation the earlier letters set up. Again, however, they aren't particularly interesting outside of being weird.

C Tier is for vowels. Vowels are the glue that hold the letters together. They are vital portions of the alphabet and are definitely interesting as a result. On the other hand, their designs leave a lot to desire. A has been tainted by amogus which can be positive or negative, but outside of that it's just not interesting. E is a step up, though unstable looking. I is bad, though i is a little better. I with crosses is even better, though it is not often written as such. O is boring, and U is just passable. The nail in the coffin for me is that they show up so often that they become background noise. Like yeah, they're there, but no one ever focusses on them. Right in the middle of the tier list.

D Tier is below average. G, M, N, Q, and R. G has a banger sound, but its design is confused. When drawing, it leaves your utensil inside the curve, so you either have to pick up your hand or attempt to work your way out of the situation. M and N are so similar, and that is a big harm. They're basically the same design and I don't really like it, and they're right next to each other so you expereince the similarity immediately. Q is weird for the sake of being weird, and its overreliance on u carrying it is dissapointing. Also it borrows heavily from O, but the sounds aren't similar at all, and they are close to each other in the alphabet, further deriding Q in my mind. R is just not good. Design is fine I guess, but the sound peeves me. It's just growling. Don't like much at all.

E Tier is for letters I'm especially dissapointed in. H, K, T, and P. H and K are just worse implementations of G. In order to draw them, you have to pick up your utensil or think a lot about how to navigate the minefiels without it looking awful. Their designs also aren't cool enough to make up for it like X. T is just I without the bottom cross, so it looks really unstable. It looks like it could fall at any moment. It's sound is also substandard and also falls into the pick up utensil problem. P is basically T, but better sound and more unstable design. Also can't hear anymore without immediately jumping to -nis, though that's just me.

F Tier is reserved for my least favorite letter, V. What the fuck is that. It's by far the most precarious looking of the letters, you'd never be able to stand that thing up. The sound is so weird, it's just F but worse in every way. It looks like shit, it doesn't have the weirdness appeal that W, X, Y, and Z have, and it doesn't do anything well. With other high tier letters I can look past faults in favor of their positive aspects, but with V there are only faults. The only praise I can give it is simple design, but even that comes with an asterisk in that it's really awkward to write quickly, you have to make it a point otherwise it looks like a U.

Solid set of letters we have. Except V. Imagine that there is a gap between E and F tier. The worst of the E tier letters far surpasses V in my opinion.

[italoniponic]

hello!! hope you're having a wonderful day so far! i'd like to ask for some h/cs for the hat wearing guys, please. (Trey, rook, azul) when they're about to kiss gn!s/o, they instead pull their hat down over their eyes, delighted that they caught them off guard. how would they react? of course, later they get lots of kisses from s/o to make up for it. i'm reading through all your writing and i love it so much its hard to stop. thank you so much for all you do!!

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi! Okay, so… it was hcs right? It kinda looks like scenarios instead so I’m sorry for that lol I got so caught up in writing Trey that I decided to do the same style for Rook and Azul. And, omG, it was so much fun! 

Thank you so much for the compliments, sweet heart. I’m glad to write more than usual and that people like my texts. It’s been a very interesting experience. Thanks for the request <3

*"Amore" means "love" in Italian. |

Trey Clover, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengrotto x g!n reader / fluff and a bit of comedy / establish relationship / use of "you" pronouns

Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

The Hat Between Us

You just wanted to kiss Trey. Let's start here. It was a pleasant afternoon in Heartslabyul, you two were together in the dorm kitchen and you had just put a cake to bake. Conversation comes and goes, Trey's words are sweeter than sugar and his eyes are intense like honey;

As if attracted by the curiosity to look at them more closely, you got a little closer to him. These things always come more naturally than we anticipated. Your hand was on his shoulder, keeping him there, so that reality would not mix with fantasy;

Before you could think, courage had already grown in your heart — it had stolen two or three “Eat me” cakes for this action alone — and you were too close to turn back. Trey had already realized what your next move was. He gave you a gentle smile and…;

... put his hat in front of your face;

Were you a joke to him? You knew that Trey has a very peculiar and unique sense of humor, which sounded strange — and dangerous at times? — given that he has this very “reliable guy” face. One sane among the madmen. The only one with his head in place. Oh, poor child, maybe you were trying to kiss the craziest among them in the end;

Annoyed, you took his hat off your eyes and put it on your own head, a perfect pout on your lips. “Really, Trey? Really?,” you asked when you saw how hard he was struggling to hold back the laughter. He was laughing at you on top of it! You crossed your arms;

“Sorry,” Trey said, still laughing a little. He looked back at you, amused by your angry reaction. Call it a bad habit or entertainment, Trey liked when he managed to surprise others. Life was made to have these little amusements, like a sweet bun that you eat from time to time to liven up your day. And you were the favorite for these situations;

Trey approached you and in response, you turned your face, wanting to punish him a little for his actions. At least as long as you could. He was like the raw dough of a freshly prepared cake, still present in the bowl. Simply impossible to ignore and not pick up a little to taste. But for your own dignity, you need to be strong!;

Equally aware of your strategy, Trey smiled. “The hat looks good on you,” he said, the tone warm and quiet like a morning coffee. Oh... to the Jabberwocky with your dignity! Your heart turned to butter when he spoke like this. Without much choice, you turned to him again. Still keeping the frown expression tho;

“What do I do with you?,” you asked. “Be patien...,” Trey couldn’t finish answering. You kissed him on the cheek. And on the other, on the nose, on the chin, on the forehead. His low laugh was wonderful to hear. When you got to his lips, you knew — just staring deep into those intense eyes — that maybe that was his plan from the beginning;

There wasn't much to do about it. Maybe you were a little crazy too to let him be like that. Luckily, the cake still had a little more time to stay in the oven. And you two could have that sweet, anticipated kiss.

Rook was a passionate soul. And such was you too. He invited you to Pomefiore to show you the woods around the castle, so that you could see the beauty beyond the lilac stones and well polished windows of the building. It would be a moment only of you two, nature as your witness;

It was a fun ride. Rook seemed to have made a poem for each tree and bush, beautiful and touching words to praise the emerald green of each’s leaves. Little birds made a background song, happy that the gentle hunter brought a company;

You two stopped to rest at a given moment. You brought a picnic towel in your backpack and spread it on the floor, surprised that some squirrels showed up to help you. When Rook sat next to you, they fled to leave you two alone. The world seemed so different from that angle;

But none of the trees could compare to the beauty of the Rook’s green eyes. You meant that to him. However, when you were going to turn around, he turned along and you both took a fright when the tip of your noses met. Rook let out a giggle, closing and opening his eyes soon after;

It was like bait for prey. As if you couldn’t admire his eyes anymore. The way some sunbeams escaped between the tree leaves and played with the color tones of Rook’s gaze, dark and light dancing in front of you. Who needs prince charming when that charismatic hunter was already perfect in your eyes?;

So you wanted to kiss him... and felt fabric instead of lips;

“Oh, mon amour! The desire in your eyes petrifies me! It makes my blood stop and run, boiling in my veins! Can my heart stay still? Can my poor soul endure the ecstasy of your pure love? Oh!,” Rook began to declaim, a dramatic hand in front of his forehead. And you wanted to hit him with a stick;

Taking the feather hat off your face and squeezing it in your hands, you had a deadly look in your eyes. A frown on the forehead, a clenching of eyes dangerous as poison. Sometimes you wanted to hug Rook and not let go anymore, sometimes you wanted to hit him enough to return him to nature. And even better, he seemed even more admired with your new gaze;

“Ah, the anger! The frustration! Like small orange and brown flaws on the emerald leaves, only giving more charm to your beautiful eyes. Pardon, dear, pardon! It was not my intention... but the look you give me now!,” Rook put his hand to his mouth, delighted. “Oh, my heart beats harder!”;

“It seems like it's my turn to hunt then,” you said, drawing his attention. You smiled, getting closer to him. The hat was left on Rook's lap but he didn't bother to put it back on his head. Challenge colored his gaze. “Follow your instincts, mon amour,” he said in a different tone than before;

The hunt continued from there. Hunter and prey swapped roles many times, rolling from the towel to the earth in a fierce competition for power. The whole Pomefiore would kill you for the dirt left on Rook’s clothes. But he got enough kisses to not care about the situation — not that he needed much. What about you? Rook's kisses could protect you from any curse.

Loving Azul was like dating a businessman, but you enjoyed the romance of the two of you more than what the books usually showed. Perhaps because it looked more real, truly elegant;

That day you managed to sneak through the Mostro Lounge without anyone — especially the tweels — seeing you. With luck, you arrived in the VIP room, Azul’s office, and found him working at your desk. But with the noise of opening and closing the door, Azul immediately raised his crystalline eyes from the papers to you: the most beautiful pearl of the sea;

Azul wasn't to do that but you always ended up giving him reasons to take a quick break to rest. He stretched out a little and followed you to the leather sofa, where you sat side by side. You didn’t know if you should buy him a honey bun or a cereal bar so, in doubt, you bought both. He ended up laughing at your endearing kindness;

Now more relaxed and chill, you both talked about how your day was going. School chores, jobs, problems, those things. You loved Azul’s voice, for all that was most sacred on earth and shore. He had a melodious tone, proper to a merman. It was only natural that you would practically melt on the couch, no matter how hard you tried to keep yourself together;

And because of the tweels’ comments, Azul was getting more and more aware of this. That effect he had on you. Would it be really possible? He started talking about some technical problems of the Mostro Lounge and you looked at him as if he were singing a serenade;

Azul’s voice started to get quieter and suddenly, you were too close to each other. You could almost touch the blue of his eyes, once heavenly as the sky and now refreshing as water. You wanted to dive into this feeling, let yourself be carried away by the pleasant music that sounded in your mind whenever you were with Azul. And you dive…;

... and received a hat in front of your face. What kind of exchange was that? You heard Azul’s low laugh and took the fedora hat out of your eyes, staring at him like a client who demanded explanations from the manager;

“Oh my, isn't Jade and Floyd right? You're like a hungry shrimp after food,” Azul had that smug (annoying) smile on his face, which made your blood heat up for various reasons. At that moment? Anger. Maybe a little shame. Should you take that as a compliment? “What was even that?,” you questioned at last;

“Just a humble experiment, dear. I want to get to know my clientele more,” he replied. After laughing once again, Azul straightened his glasses. “Excuse me for that, amore.” Damn octopunk! You didn't even know if his docile expression was innocent or one more setup. His smile thinned, as if he was the one delighted there. And to call you “amore”...;

You then laughed. “Well, every product offered has its payoff. Let me give you mine, Aazul.” There was something about your words, your tone and the way you threw fedora on the center table that made Azul slightly worried. The closer you got to him, the more he moved away, the instincts talking louder;

“Amore...?,” that's all he managed to babble before you attacked him with kisses and hugs. It was a mess. Azul got redder and redder, unable to escape your vendetta. That's when you finally kissed him on the lips and looked at him closely, knowing that he could barely see because you had also kissed the lenses of his glasses. You then took the glasses and with a handkerchief began to wipe them. “Good to do business with you, honey,” you smiled. Azul would die before admitting that he only fell in love with you more and more.

[joshbruh10x]

Random Headcanons for them SB characters

So i listed some headcanons I like to think happen, they are literally living rent free in my head and I just wanted to share em with somebody lmao.

*sharp inhales*

THESE ARE ALL MY THOUGHTS IM NOT SAYING THEY’RE CANON OK WE GOOD? O K GOOD

*exhales*

Oh btw these are in alphabetical order bc i say so :> Bonnie-acts like a literal vegetarian, eats a bunch of carrots bc he a bunny

-really likes his bowling attraction but likes Fazer Blast more

-will not hesitate to jump at you with full speed if you manage to fully piss him off

-does stand-up comedy at night in his bowling alley

-the dude’s body build is like thin but broad

-he likes to annoy Freddy using his epic s p e e d

-his program was a bit more upgraded to protect kids (bc kids and heavy bowling equipment do not end pretty)

Chica

-Yes she loves Pizza but will go crazy for small finger food or snacks like chips, fries, finger sandwhiches, etc.

-Pops off when she feels like it

-You thought Monty was the strongest? H A H NO ITS CHICA

-She has a gym and she’s practically the buffest out of all of them

-Literally the light of everyone’s day, without her, Roxy would’ve crashed a car at a child or Monty would’ve started eating babies

-She has a built in ecometer to keep the place clean, but that also means she sometimes has to clean trash, by e a t I n g

DJMM

-loud when he wants to be

-his children are the little music men in the vents

-his bouncer mode will not hurt you, but will simply just fling you back to the elevato

r-loves the peace and quiet

-he doesn’t need to eat but Chica tried getting him to taste pizza atleast once or twice

Foxy

-does he even exist

-whatever anyways, foxy a very caring person despite his rash nature

-literally the third-or fourth wheel? Of Bonnie Monty and Freddy

-he doesn’t need love he got his booty

-his treasure get your mind out of the fucking gutters

-teams with sun and moon in the daycare theater

-it’s a hassle to keep his fur well groomed

Freddy

-YOOOO ITS BEAR DAD

-cannot stand any foul language within a 10 feet radius especially if its Gregory

-Best cook in the house/pizzaplex whoop whoop

-Will not hesitate to help anyone, you dropped your wallet near him? He will instantly rush to get it for you

-Despite being the main singer of the band, he sometimes lets the others lead-If he’s too tired, he will be in sleep mode until he’s well rested

-Are you feeling sad, like you wanna cry for no apparent reason at all? Too bad he’s on your way right now to hug you

-He dated Bonnie first before roping Monty to their side 

Gregory

-feral child all the way

-he knows who eli and cc is do not ask

-his legal name is now Gregory Fazbear

-Everyone acts like a specified guardian to him, Freddy his dad, Monty and Bonnie his cool uncles, Chica his aunt, Roxy and Vanessa his epic older sisters, sun/moon the protective babysitters

-he finally made a deal with the vent music men to stop attacking him in return of leading them back to DJMM

-Picked up cursing from Monty and adult jokes from Bonnie, Freddy is not impressed

Monty

-finally get to write headcanons bout the gator boi

-Nervous-ass wreck, when he first started as the bassist replacing Bonnie, he literally does not know what he’s doing leading him to cry and wreck his room on his first day

-man’s more upset replacing Bonnie than Bonnie actually is

-he knew Bonnie before replacing him

-HAHA GAY PANIC ATTACKS

-His cooking is literal rng, sometimes it comes out burnt to crisps, others, he makes fine ass cuisine

-He cannot control his tail, if it wags uncontrollably and hits you in the face you know it’s not his fault

-He wants control of the situation every single time, are we driving to mcdonald’s? Monty calls driver, unless it’s Freddy then he calls shotgun

-Amazing upper strength but he skipped leg day, yeah he can jump high but can he kick stuff as good as he can punch? I don’t think so

-Gator Uncle and Feral child causes mayhem

-When Freddy and Bonnie invited him to their relationship, my god was this gator soft as a LITERAL marshmallow on pillows

Moon

-your typical depressed angsty teen

-loves listening to soft lullabitic music

-has the same obsession of cleanliness with sun

-he likes bitter flavored foods, don’t ask how he can eat bc I don’t know either

-Despises Monty due to him babbling about everything and is disturbing the peace and quiet

-learned how to not scare Gregory for once

Roxy

-Girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep

-Never let’s go of Chica when she’s in sight

-despite having a Feminine build, she is very strong-bangs her head when metal music starts playing

-Monty and Roxy are besties for life

-DID YOU JUST LOOK AT HER GF? She will glare at you the moment Chica leaves the room

-Anything that ruins her form, she will and I mean WILL cry about it, a nudge on her makeup? Frizzy hair? C R Y I N G ENSUES

-When Gregory took her eyes, she relied more on smell than sound, she has memorized about what everyone smells like, Freddy smells like cologne and fiber, Monty smells like fresh damp grass, Chica smelled like lavender and Pizza (most occasions trash), Foxy smells like the Caribbean and Bonnie smelt like vegetables or Bowling polish

-She was Foxy’s replacement, none of them minded, they get along

-Teases Monty each time Freddy or Bonnie is near, calls him Lover-Gator 

Sun

-my god who fed the animatronic sugar?

-Too hyperactive and is all around the place

-Gets along with Monty and his loud attitude-He is aware of Moon not liking Monty so Sun likes rubbing it in his face

-Another reason he gets along with the gator is Sweets, they both love sugar that Freddy found them sleeping in the daycare surrounded by cans of Fizzy faz and chocolate bars, animatronics can get food commas???

-ball of SUNshine aha get it

-Nothing gets in his way when he wants to play (yo that rhymed)

-Gregory finally warmed up to him

-Acts as the therapist of the Pizzaplex, very understanding and calm when he needs to be

-Vanessa is his top customer to his therapy sessions, the girl needs more than a beer or two 

Vanessa

-after getting saved by Gregory and the gang, she vowed to keep Gregory safe

-Chocoholic, Coffeeholic, Alcoholic (but not so much alcohol she get’s drunk, that’s a rare occurance when she does a full day shift)

-Less strict to the animatronics but she does glare at them when they try to do something stupid (cough cough Bonnie and Gregory)

-As I said, Sun is her therapist-She has access to everything on the Pizzaplex so she can be anywhere

-She also has her own apartment to stay at but she likes sleeping overnight at the pizzaplex, she has a warm couch, some blankets and coffee

-The animatronic she seems to warm up to the most is Chica 

Vanny

-not much to say about her

-sassy and aggressive, her most hated animatronic? Freddy

-brings a knife everywhere she goes

-devoted her life to burntrap like some husband or smth, looks like Bonnie isn’’t the only Rabbit simp in the Pizzaplex

-Vanny is now arrested and is broght to rehab to forget about Glitchtrap but it doesn’t seem to be working lmao 

William (this is just for fun)

-LITERAL OLD MAN WHO WON’T STAY IN HIS RETIREMENT HOME

-SOMEONE GET MIKE HERE HIS DAD WONT STFU

-he always comes back-his weak frail body is now even weaker because of Blob

-when will he die, goddamit guys, use ice or smth, fire is obviously not working, IM LOOKING AT YOU THREE HENRY, MIKE AND GREGORY

Ok wow that was a lot, so uhh yea enjoy this stupid brain rot

Atleast im not the only one suffering

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[dootdootwriting]

CONGRATS FOR 600+!!! I SAW UR EVENT SO IF I HAVE THE CHANCE, IM TAKING IT

The whole alphabet for Thoma. (Gn reader)

PLEASE dont overwork yourself though. You dont have to do it all if youre tired or something. Thank you and congrats!

600+ writing event

ty for ur request anon!! also you're funny. overwork myself? how could i possibly do that when i'm already avoiding all of my schoolwork? entire alphabet for thoma coming right up! (under the cut for length)

fluff alphabet with thoma; gn reader; no warnings apply

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

- thoma enjoys pretty much any type of shared activities with you, but ultimately his favorite kind is any that involves food. he'll go on tours of inazuma city with you to find the best places to get ice cream, or he'll buy a whole bunch of food and see what kind of dishes you can make together! nine times out of ten it ends up being really weird and a little gross, but it's fun and he loves spending time with you.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

- he admires your ambition, your humor, and your own personal flair. he loves the person you are, and almost everything that goes into that, but he specifically loves the unique little traits that make you you.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

- his first instinct is to give you a big hug or rub your back, but only if he knows you're okay with it and that it would actually help. his first goal is to make sure you're okay, and then his second goal is to cheer you up: with bad jokes and kisses, usually

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

- thoma isn't super picky with how you two end up in the future, as long as you're together and happy. he wants to grow old with you, ideally, though however you do that will decide itself.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

- thoma is used to taking the lead in your relationship, but he's not necessarily more dominant or anything - he's just excited to be with you and wants to make sure you're just as happy as he is. your relationship is pretty balanced!

F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what's their idea of a fun day out?)

- he loves loves loves going out on walks, especially in the city, and just finding random things that seem fun to do. there are a bunch of people playing cornhole over there, how about you guys join in for a game? they're selling a new kind of hotpot at that restaurant, better give it a try!

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

- he's definitely aware of everything you do for him, and he's also very grateful that you're with him. he makes sure to let you know that every day.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

- i think the only time thoma would ever keep something from you on purpose is if it would be somehow dangerous for you to know. other than that, he likes to make sure you're aware of everything you need to be. he likes his privacy like anyone else, but he also values communication.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

- being with you hasn't necessarily changed him (aside from the fact that you two are almost always seen together now) but it's definitely improved his mood a lot, not that it was ever really bad. he also likes to show off more now that you're around...

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

- thoma gets jealous relatively easily but is also not one to step in unless it's a situation in which you seem uncomfortable. he trusts you wholeheartedly, which sometimes means he has to keep himself from getting overly worried.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

- he's a very good kisser. thoma's kisses are playful and sweet, or alternatively full of reassurance and love. your first kiss was a little rushed and he was a little nervous (not that he'd ever admit that) but he knew it was the right time.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

- confesses accidentally while watching you do something that's actually pretty normal. you tap him on the shoulder and ask where he wants to go for lunch and he just kinda stares at you and then says "man i love you" and you're like. what. but he plays it off like he TOTALLY MEANT to say that and definitely didn't slip up.

M-Mornings (what's it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)

- lazy lazy lazy. thoma knows he has to go to work but why would he do that when you're next to him all curled up into him? he can't just abandon you like that! fortunately the kamisatos are very forgiving, so when he shows up late they don't give him an earful.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

- babe/baby, sunshine, and occasionally sweetheart but usually just to tease you

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

- when thoma first realizes he's in love with you it hits him like a truck and he has to sit down for a second to process it. after that he hangs around you a lot more often, and it's pretty obvious to anyone watching that he's in love.

P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)

- thoma's comfortable with pda and likes to tease you with it sometimes, unless you're someone who absolutely hates it, in which case he'll settle with handholding. otherwise, he'll give you random light kisses on the cheek or will grab you and pull you into him at random points throughout the day.

Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they're with you for no reason in particular)

- his nose scrunches when he's trying not to laugh at you, which makes you laugh at him, which makes him laugh at you. congratulations! you have achieved pile of laughter.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

- thoma is very romantic and also values friendship with his partner as well. he's sort of a mix between cliché and creative - while he will definitely take you out for a fancy dinner and lend you his jacket, he will also take you out to the lake and push you in or make a date out of who can spot the most dogs on a day out.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

- one hundred percent he believes in you and will do his best to help you achieve any goals you have. ok thats the end of this headcanon i have nothing else to say GHCCN

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

- thoma loves trying new things! he doesn't need things to change constantly (and also that might be very tiring for him) but he does like to switch things up a little.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

- forgot to change it from "good" to "well." WHOOPS. anyway

- thoma is very empathetic, so he's quick to understand how you're feeling, though it'll take him a little longer to understand why it is you're feeling like that. once you explain to him, he knows just what to do, whether it be celebrate with you on a big win or comfort you or give you some space.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

- it's SO important to him. having you in his life is one of the most important things to him. he's also been with the kamisatos for a really long time though, so thoma will need a little bit to sort out where his priorities are. rest assured that you're definitely up there.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

- thoma really likes the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair. bonus points if you wash it for him (he'll return the favor)

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

- if you're ever available for affection, thoma will take advantage of it. he loves being close to you and generally just the feeling of loving and being loved in return, especially when that incorporates physical affection. listen he just really likes being kissed.

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

- when you're gone thoma will surround himself with things that remind him of you. he'll also occasionally call your name or say things to you absentmindedly before remembering you're not there at present. poor guy... he'll be very happy once you're home.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

- it depends on the lengths. the worst case scenario for thoma would be if he somehow had to choose between you and his work - that would terrify him, even though there's no way it would ever happen. other than that, since you're way up on his priority list, there's not much that he wouldn't do for you.

[tobesoalive]

Sam Kiszka NSFW Alphabet

hello everyone welcome back! sorry I've been behind on posting, I've been struggling to find inspiration and motivation between school and work but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things! Thank you all for your patience and enjoy these steamy headcanons :)

WARNINGS: Smut (basically everything lol)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex Sam will collapse next to you and proceed to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he sighs in satisfaction. This is usually accompanied by kisses on your neck and his voice praising you for doing such a good job for him. After a few minutes he will get up to bring you to the bathroom and fetch you a glass of water while you wait for him in the bath.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sam’s favorite part of his body is his nose. He thinks its a pretty nose, nice and slim with a perfect point at the end. He loves how it pokes at your clit when he’s eating you out or burying it in your hair, taking in your scent as his hips relentlessly slams his hips into yours.

His favorite part of your body is your thighs. He loves to nip at them to tease you, loves gripping them while he pumps in and out of you, lifting them so he can pound into you at an angle.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he does like cumming deep inside you on occasion, what Sam really loves is to pull out and paint either your stomach or your face with his cum. He thinks you look so beautiful with his release dripping down your skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sam loves giving and receiving hickies. To some it may seem juvenile but he loves that he can leave his mark so everyone knows your his, and vice versa.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite what many may think, I feel like Sam has very little experience under his belt. Sure he’s had partners in the past but only 2 or 3. That doesn’t mean he has no idea what he’s doing, he’s a natural in the bedroom.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sammy is game for any position, but he really loves missionary because it allows him to look at your face and watch your reactions while he’s fucking you, which turns him on extensivley. He also enjoys pounding into you from behind because it allows him to go deeper which drives you crazy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sam takes your sex life very seriously, and he usually prefers to keep it that way, but he has been known to crack a joke or make a cheeky comment while he’s fully sheathed inside you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Unlike his other hair, sam prefers to keep the hair in his nether regions rather cleaned up. He still keeps a small patch of curls above his dick, but overall he likes to keep it more clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It really varies with Sammy, sometimes he can be romantic and sweet, taking his damn time worshipping every inch of you, but he will also fuck you into oblivion whe he’s in a mood.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Sam can’t keep his hands off his dick. Like seriously every night he’s on tour your phone rings and on the other end you can hear him breathing heavily before asking you to talk dirty to him. You aren’t complaining by any means though!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Sam has a big dominance kink, he always likes to be the one in charge and lets you know that. Sometimes he wants you to call him names like daddy or sir and he’ll call you his princess. I also think this bitch is super into edging and tying his significant other up. Also he loves to see his fingers in your mouth or wrapped around your throat.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere around the house tbh, but with his height he likes to have you on a surface like the kitchen counter or the bathroom sink so your cunt is at the perfect level for him to pound into you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lots and lots and lots of things turn this man on, but the one you know will always get him is if you act really bratty or give him attitude, there is nothing he wants more than to show you who’s in control right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sam is game for a lot of things but I don’t think he’d ever want to do something that would cause you actual pain. Sure light spanking and choking he’s okay with but nothing beyond that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sammy loves to wrap his lips around your clit and prod at your entrance with his fingers, watching you come undone, he especially likes it when you tangle your fingers in his hair as you write from the feeling of his mouth.

He REALLY loves seeing your lips wrapped around his cock, gently guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, it will have him cumming in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like I said before Sam can do either, it really all depends on what mood he’s in.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he will pull a quickie every so often if you guys are on a crunch for time, he doesn’t prefer them. He’d rather wait until your schedules are clear so he can really take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you propose an idea to Sam he is literally in the bedroom before you can finish telling him. Most of the time he’s down to try new stuff.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sam can go a solid two rounds at most himself, but he makes sure you cum at least three times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You and Sam have a few toys that you bust out every so often, some silk restraints and a little bullet vibrator that he likes to press on your clit when he fucks you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unfair should be this man’s middle name. Samuel is one of the biggest teases in the book, but it turns him on so much seeing you grow more and more frustrated.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sam will let out soft moans and groans but he loves dirty talking to you, always telling you how good you feel and how good you take him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of Sam’s favorite things to do is make you ride his thigh. He might be reading or working on a song while you beg him to fuck you, and he’ll say some shit like “well babygirl you know how to get yourself off if you really want it that bad” before patting his thigh.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sam is longer than average thats for sure, he’s about 8 inches, probably even a bit over, and he’s not too girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a very high sex drive but he knows how to control it. He just tries to go off how you’re feeling and whether you’re in the mood or not

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Within five minutes that man is out like a light. He’ll do his aftercare duties but the second his head hits that pillow he’s gone. But that’s okay, he works hard and never forgets to tell you how much he loves you before closing his eyes.

[spookysquish13]

JJ ALPHABET

**NOTE: I got locked out of my old account (spookysquishsworld) and am reposting all of my old writings**

***I found this on @thejjarchives and wanted to try my hand at this after so long. I used to be so good at writing but stopped for school.

* A is for After Care -  JJ is the little spoon resting his head on your chest. Playing with his rings on your tummy. He makes sure to wash you off in the shower. Kissing softly the love bites he’s made. He wraps you both up in your big comforter and you both talk until one of you falls asleep. It’s always you who falls asleep first, he loves to watch you sleep. Protecting you from all of the bad things in the world.

* B is for BABY - When JJ lets his lust take over, he can be rough and hard. But once everything is all over and done with he turns into baby and you cuddle him and make sure he feels loved. You make sure he knows hes loved because he never knew what it felt like for someone to love him until you.

* C is for Choking - One night after a few too many drinks you let JJ know that you loved when he choked you. Now its all he thinks about. JJ loves to see his rings send cold shivers up your spine, spreading goosebumps to all of the right places.

* D is for Doggystyle / Dirty talk - JJ’s absolute favorite position when he lets his lust take over. JJ will always choose doggy over any, he loves to see your ass. JJ will always have one hand on your hip and the other on your back, seeing how his rings look near your back dimples or how they look wrapped in your hair. JJ loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. He loves dirty talk and will whisper things into your ear deep and low when around the others. So that when you guys are alone you attack immediately. Especially during sex, asking who you belong to, if you are a dirty slut. And when you are close he will demand you to cum. Cum for him while he is finger fucking you doggy style choking you while you rub your own clit in front of a mirror.

* E is for Eyes - JJ loves eye contact, and you can always tell what he is thinking by the shade of blue his eyes are. He loves to fuck in front of a mirror and make eye contact through the mirror. Eye contact is the number one thing to turn him on immidately. Turn his primal self on, making JJ kiss you hard and slam you into any door or wall that you can first get some privacy with. Scooping your knee up around his waist so he can grind into you harder.

* F is for Fucking - JJ will spend his lazy days teasing you, coming up with new ways to make you want him. JJ lets his lusty side out more often then not, ending up with hard fucking that leaves you both breathless and unable to move on John B’s extra bed.

* G is for Grinding- JJ’s favorite form of foreplay. He knows all the right buttons to push while grinding into you, making you grind into him. He loves to watch how eager it makes you. Him grinding into you makes you wild for him, making you beg for him to touch you.

* H is for Holding - While JJ has an animalistic side to him, at the end of it all, craves to just be held. After you both get cleaned up and ready for bed, you wrap him in your arms and tell him how much you love him. How much he means to you. You say it every night to make sure he remembers. You hold him until both of you fall asleep, hold him while you toss and turn finding comfort in burying your face into his back while he sleeps, holding each other as the sunlight peaks in early in the morning.

* I is for Innuendo- While both of you are around the others, JJ loves to see what innuendo he can make. Seeing you blush and get nervous is his favorite part in turning you on. It was esspecially fun when the others didnt know about you.

* J is for Juices -JJ loves to see, taste, smell your juices. He loves to see how worked up for him you get, watching your juices flow down his fingers around his rings.

* K is for Kinks - JJ has some kinks he likes, he was afraid at first that it would be too much for you. But as long as its JJ doing those things, he can do whatever he wants with you. JJ is for sure kinky but on the softer side of kink. Some ass slapping, for sure ice cubes, sensory play, choking of course, maybe some rope but just for the aesthetics, he never will use them to tie you down.

* L is for Locations - JJ loves to take you to new locations to fuck. The unknown of whos around and the new location adds a new thrill to sex.

* M is for Masturbation - JJ loves to think about you while you are off working or with the others. He can simply not get enough of you.

* N is for Nipples - JJ loves anything to do with your nipples. Loves to see them through a shirt, soaked poking through your bathing suit top, touching them, playing with them.

* O is for Orgasm - JJ has probably the sexiest O face youve ever seen. His hands gripping the sheets, his hand veins popping out, his moans are the best sound you have ever heard.

* P is for Pace - JJ has different moods, lustful and animalistic, slow and loving, angry and rough. You never know with him due to his impulsive and chaotic character, which makes it all the more fun.

* Q is for Quickies- Sometimes JJ needs to just bang one out so he can concentrate on literally anything else besides you. On the boat, in the van, in Kie’s restaurant. It clears his head so he doesn’t go to chaotic. Keeps him in line.

* R is for Romance - JJ, while at times can be a total dude thinking of only sex, he can also be very romantic. He wants to spoil you in any way he can. If that means taking extra shifts mowing lawns, he will do it so he can take you to a place you like or surprise you with flowers he bought you this time.

* S is for Safe - JJ is always safe. He always makes sure you take your birth control pill on time, he always makes sure you know your safe word, if he is using rope he always has safety scissors from one of the boats handy. He couldn’t think to hurt you, and will take any safety measure he needs.

* T is for Toys - JJ likes toys sometimes, just to mix things up. Usually he likes to do all the work himself, make you feel special and appreciated.

* U is for Under the influence - JJ loves drunk/high sex, usually at parties you both are drinking or smoking, sometimes you can hardly make it back to John B’s house to use a bed.

* V is for Vagina-JJ loves to see you in your entirety. He will eat you out no matter what, he loves to worship your vagina.

* W is for Water - JJ’s favorite place to have sex is in water. The ocean, in a pool, the shower, the bath. He is a true beach babe.

* Y is for YOU-JJ is always concerned about you. If you are having a good time, if you are okay. You are his world, and he wont ever let anything bad come to you and he for certain wont be the source of any hurt, unless you ask him nicely to hurt you.

[blu-joons]

DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Mark Lee

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

His favourite kind of affection was when you’d have your hands in his hair. He loved to feel your hands brush though his soft locks and pull him a little bit closer whenever you needed him to be right there for you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

When the two of you first met, Mark was very awkward, he didn’t have the slightest clue of what he wanted to say to you. He could barely string a sentence together until one of the members called him out to start with at least a hello and introduce himself, and from there, you loved to tease him about it ever since.  

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

It didn’t take Mark long at all to know that you were the one that he wanted. He was far too shy to confess in person, so he sent you a demo of a song that he would have written just for you, leaving it until the very last minute to let you know how he felt. When he saw your name flash up on his phone he panicked, only to see that you’d text him and begged him to let you in and get you out of the cold to be with him.

D ⇴ DATES 

You knew just how dedicated Mark was to his work, so you’d often end up surprising him on those late nights with dates set up in the studio for you. You also knew that Mark was a terrible cook, so as long as you showed up with a bag of takeout in hand, then you were going to be safe for the night. He’d spend all night long telling you about his projects, whilst he always worried that you’d think he was bragging, all you see was a hard working and passionate guy who loved his job, and you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

Mark had seen plenty of other people in love, but never himself before. He always had an idea of the type of boyfriend he’d be, and whilst he was the first to admit that he wasn’t perfect, he was determined in making his first experience of love his last too. He wanted to always be the one that would be there for you from the moment that he met you, just as long as you were willing to help him learn along the way. Day by day, he knew he was getting better at being a boyfriend, and that was all that mattered to him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Neither of you were fond of arguments, but you were human too, and appreciated that they were just a part of being in a relationship. Whenever the two of you argued, one of you would always walk away before things got too bad, you were both very good at minding your tempers. Usually, after an hour or two the person who walked out would return so that the two of you could talk things through with each other and nip the problem in the bud before it became too big a hurdle for you to jump over. Major arguments were definitely a problem when the two of you were already so shy.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

He often joked about his family got in contact with him a lot more since you’d came into his life. He loved to tease you and let you know that you were the favourite in his family’s eyes because they got in with you so well and always asked after you whenever Mark was on a call by himself.

H ⇴ HOME 

Rooming with a manager definitely had its perks for Mark, he always gave the two of you space you needed in the dorm. Therefore he was a little reluctant to move out of the dorms and in with you, he wanted to wait a little while and see the direction his career took first, and also make sure his other members were alright.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

He was the first one to say, “I love you,” when you surprised him with a Canadian Day after you heard him talking about how much he missed home. Seeing the effort that you went to in order to put a smile back on his face meant the absolute world to him, and he couldn’t repay the favour in any other way then finally letting you know that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

Mark tended to doubt himself a lot, which would lead to a bit of jealousy at times. You’d often have to reassure him not to get jealous of anyone, you loved talking to people, but if you ever left his side at an event then he’d definitely begin to worry. No matter how many times you told him not to get jealous, you knew that he’d never a listen. It was a feeling that he just couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard he wanted to. He knew he never really had a reason to get jealous, but that didn’t stop him feeling the way that he did.

K ⇴ KIDS 

If there was one thing Mark definitely saw in his future, it was kids. He very much had an ideal plan of what his life would like in years to come, he’d even picked out the perfect age to start a family. Whilst he never told you about his future plans, just in case he pressurised you, you were very much aware of just how valuable and important having a family was to him and how keen he was to start one in the future with you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

One of the biggest things that Mark worried about was whether he could make you laugh or not. Any time that he didn’t see you at least with a small smile on your face would worry him. He worked hard at everything that he did, and that included making you happy. To cheer you up, he’d often search up things to do that would put the smile back on your face, and do a lot of research into your favourite cheesy jokes that he knew would get a reaction out of you each and every time. It was one thing he always made sure to do every day, knowing that if you ever had a bad day when you were around him then he’d never forgive himself.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Having spent so many years away from home, Mark never thought he’d experience the feeling of homesickness again, until you came along. He was never afraid to admit when he was struggling, but sometimes he’d forget about you in it all. There would be days sometimes when you just wouldn’t here from him because Mark didn’t know the right things to say to feel better. It’d only be when you’d message one of his members and ask them what was going on that he’d get the kick he needed to message you and sort himself out too. He still never knew the right things to say, but his members wouldn’t let him go until he said something.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

He often called you “sweet,” because you reminded him like the maple syrup at. You were adorable and cute, and reminded him exactly of the sweet tooth he had whenever he had maple syrup from back home.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

Mark was obsessed with your hair, he loved to have his hands in it almost as much as he loved to feel yours messed in with his. Playing with your hair was always comforting for him.

P ⇴ PDA 

Subtle gestures were how Mark would often be affectionate in public with you. When he walked past you, he would usually kiss your cheek, or if you appeared beside him suddenly his hand would rest against your shoulder or arm just to remind himself that you were back by his side and safe.  

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

He would love to ask your opinion on nearly anything he did. Having your approval on anything was a huge bonus to him, but if something didn’t quite hit the spot for you, he’d refuse to let it go until you’d told him exactly where you thought he could improve or do better next time.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

For any occasion that the two of you celebrated, Mark would write a song for you. You knew that he loved to compose anyway, and anything that he came up with was something that you adored, but it was the pieces he wrote just for the two of you that held the biggest place in your heart. To see the effort he went to in order to find the perfect lyrics meant the world to you, and of course, he delivered each and every time.

S ⇴ SEX 

There were definitely times when things would get awkward for you both, and neither of you could do nothing more than laugh. For the best part, he would be a complete romantic, but then that shy side of Mark that you’d grown to adore would often make an appearance. You loved how caring he was during intimacy, even if he did end up making a bit of a fool of himself, just knowing you were happy was more than enough for him.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

He was definitely someone who would text, usually to let you know if something was up. You’d often end a shift to see a text from Mark to let you know that he’d be working late that night and to make sure you didn’t wait up for him.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

The two of you complimented each other very well, you shared a lot of traits which meant that you were able to be incredibly understanding and supportive of each other which was all that Mark ever really wanted.  

V ⇴ VACATION 

As the two of you didn’t end up finding the time to travel often, Mark would always fly your family, or his, maybe sometimes even both, in to visit the two of you instead. He knew your breaks were to spent with your families, regardless of where the two of you were in the world, just having them there with you is enough.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Mark wanted to be the perfect boyfriend, so if something didn’t quite go his way then he’d definitely whine and make his frustrations clear.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

He’d often find himself planting kisses against your skin, especially when you were nice and close. With your hands in his hair, there was no greater feeling for Mark then when you’d tug at him gently and pull him closer towards you so that you could press a soft kiss to his lips. A nervous giggle would always come after it, your kisses often left him feeling shy, but it was by far one of the things that you loved the most about him.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his biggest fan who supported him no matter what.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

The two of you would always fall asleep close together. You’d often feel Mark’s hand tap against your skin as he came up with little melodies or ditties whilst he drifted off to sleep, using you as his instrument.

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