#and such a sweetheart <333

[soonyouns]

also !! i’m so sleepy rn but ! i got to ride a horse today !!!

[inkykeiji]

Hey Clari I hope ur good!! I just saw a gif set you reblogged and I was curious how you feel about twice as a character? I love him I have so much love for him and so many opinions and headcanons and stuff he’s one of my great loves but I think your brain is so gorgeous n wrinkly n u word things so eloquently so I was sooooo curious to hear your thoughts on him!

Sorry it’s been a while since we chatted ily :((

-💸

hey!! it's so lovely to hear from u again!! i love twice as a character!

i think his story as a whole is really interesting and i feel like he really exemplifies all the league stands for; he highlights their sense of camaraderie and their found family dynamic, he calls attention to why they’ve all ended up together as a result of a society that has shunned them, and despite being a ‘villain’ he has a huge, huge heart and is so genuine, and thus works as this fantastic moral benchmark—he’s almost like moral greyness personified. he demonstrates the complexities of morality in a stark and obvious manner; because EVERY member of the league exemplifies this, but none are as obvious with it as jin is with how readily and loudly he announces his loyalty to the league, not only because he believes in their cause but because they’re his family, they’re the only ones who accept him and love him just as he is, they’re the only ones who can understand his suffering in this world, they’re the only place he fits perfectly. and that is invaluable, especially in a world that hates and discards you. that means more to him than the relative right and wrong of so-called heroes, and so he is willing to aid them in their villainous schemes and actions, because they are so cherished and special in his heart; they are the most important thing, higher than any sort of morality. this isn’t something that someone who hasn’t suffered immensely (like every single member of the league) can even begin to understand.

i think the one who comes closest to getting it is keigo. and, honestly, i think that’s because keigo could’ve so easily fallen into a sort of vigilante role (not necessarily a villain, but kei clearly has his own opinions + moral code and a strong sense of both right and wrong and the complexities between those ever-changing liquified boundaries, and i think he is sometimes made to suppress these in the name of his job and who ultimately holds his leash) had he not been swept up by the commission at such a young age, and because keigo deeply understands human beings, especially humans that come from traumatic backgrounds, like himself.

anyway, those are my thoughts on twice in a nutshell! i think he serves a very important function within the series and he helps people who may not as readily pick up on those nuances within the league realize and hopefully feel sympathy for them in some capacity. i hope this all makes sense HEHE i just woke up like half an hour ago so my brain is still mushy <3

you don’t have to apologize!!! ily lots n i am always happy to hear from u no matter how little or long it’s been! <3 i hope everything is well on your end <3

[tojisun]

thinking about biker! simon going out with his girl and the other guys at a biker bar. reader hasn't really seen how scared people are of simon - who they all call ghost - until she goes to get him another drink. while she's at the bar, a guy comes over trying to hit on her. then this hulking, 6'4 guy in a skull mask appears and the guy is ready to run out of the bar. simon didn't even have to talk just glare. while readers like ???

ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS WAS SENT IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING NOW :(( BUT YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! my stomach swooped when i saw this hhhhh im actually kicking my legs n twirling my hair n everythingg!!

naturally, im bad at making drabbles because this turned out long again :’) im sorry

biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33

simon’s hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you further into the bar. you shuffle along his languid steps, head swivelling as you try to find familiar faces in the crowd – so far, none yet.

simon chuckles from beside you, and you peer up at him only to see his eyes crinkled from underneath his balaclava, no doubt smiling at you. he bows his head closer towards yours, trying, in vain, to devour as much of the space made by the height difference between you two.

“what?”

“nothin’, sweet girl.” he presses his covered lips on the top of your head, breathing you in. “come on, i see ‘em.”

he shifts the two of you, the hand that’s settled on the small of your back gliding until it hooks around your waist, pulling you ever so closer to him. protective. possessive. it makes you hum in delight, happiness thrumming underneath your skin.

(you don’t notice the way many people shift to get out of simon’s way; heads downturned as though afraid of even meeting his eyes. you don’t notice the way they turn to each other when you two passed by, as though making sure that it was simon they saw. simon – ghost – with a sweet darling pressed to his side, his bulk warding away stray gazes. you don’t notice the way they huddle with each other, whispering promises that ghost’s girl should always be protected. because yes they fear ghost, but more than that, loyalty to each other is stronger.)

he leads you towards a small pack by the far side, the table doused less in light than the rest of the bar. johnny’s already turned towards you and simon, watching with a grin as you two make it across. kyle’s seated beside him, the younger man leaned to watch the ongoing hockey game. then you see the back of john’s familiar head, his beloved boonie slung around his neck.

“finally made it, huh lass?” johnny says in greeting, snagging the attention of both kyle and john, the two of them chiming in their own hello’s. you smile, waving at them as you claim the empty seat between simon and john.

“had to make a quick stop at 7-11,” simon responds, his hand curling at one of the legs of your chair before pulling you towards him. the metal squeaks against the tiles, the sound thankfully drowned out by the loud bass.

“oh did you?” john asks, ignoring whatever simon did given how they’re all so used to his soft displays of possessiveness. he offers you a smile when you turn to him with a nod.

“had to buy, um, medicine for my stomachache.”

it’s endearing how their faces shift so fast, little smiles falling as worry takes over. even simon, whose hand is draped on your thigh, tenses, gripping as though he was remembering how he heard your pained whimper or saw you sniffling as the ache echoed, throbbing just below your ribs, choking you up.

“are you feeling any better? did it subside now, at least?” kyle asks.

you nod, quick to reassure them. “the medicine worked! i’m feelin’ better, i promise!”

they relax, tensed shoulders going lax as life flutters back into the table. you smile before sinking ever so closer to simon’s side, shying away from the intensity of their affections for you – your own little band of brotherhood, visceral in the way they care for you.

simon’s grip loosens on your thigh, choosing instead to massage the muscle tenderly. you hum, turning to ask him what he’s getting.

“whiskey, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “you getting your bellini today, love?”

“yes please,” you reply, blinking up at him.

his eyes crinkle again, a telltale sign of his smile, before he pats your thigh and gets up to place the order.

you turn to the group, tuning into johnny’s rambling, listening to him recounting his rally. it was the one you weren’t able to go to because of work, johnny having to reassure you multiple times (even through text) that it’s fine that you’re missing it. so you listened, enraptured, nose scrunching in confusion whenever johnny slips into heavy scottish in his excitement.

“english, mactavish,” simon sighs as he falls back to his seat, startling you. you see johnny flip him off and you make eye contact with kyle, sharing twin looks of exasperation.

simon slides you your bellini and you whisper a thanks, trilling when he noses the top of your head again – your clingy boy.

the conversation rises and falls, sometimes leaving your mind wandering when they start talking about shop, sometimes catching your attention so much that you find yourself leaning on the table, breathless and wide-eyed as you listen to their bike stories – johnny had continued about his rally, kyle talked about the repairs he did for a client who he’s sure is on the run, and john shared that horrifying experience he had on his way home where he thinks he saw a floating woman by the east side highway.

“your turn, big guy,” you say, tapping simon’s knee.

simon finishes his whiskey – his balaclava tugged just enough to show his chin and his lips – before plopping the empty glass on the table with a sigh. you huff a fond laugh, knowing that one glass isn’t enough to satiate the thirst so you dust imaginary dirt off your skirt before standing up.

he tilts his head up in question, arm still hooked around your waist.

“gonna grab us more drinks,” you say. “oh, tell ‘em about the gas station incident!”

he grunts, nodding, and yet he refuses to budge. you fondly roll your eyes and turn to the others. “drinks?”

they all shake their head, johnny specifically saying he’d have to order for himself because he’d want to try the house specialties. you nod, pinching simon’s arm as you dance away from him with a bitten grin, before making your way to the bar.

you prattle away your order, telling the bartender to add the tab to your table, and hover, swaying to the music. it’s a foreign rock band playing, the bass and drums reverberating loudly, you can feel the vibrations pulsing along your body, and you almost get lost in your own thoughts when a hand slides to your back.

you startle, mind quickly cataloguing that this isn’t simon. because simon, for all his impressive silence and his displays of possessiveness, never sneaks up on you like this. he has never let you doubt your safety while with him. so you back away from the stranger’s touch, your hands pressed close to your chest before finally turning to see who went up to you.

the man, who seems to be about your age, smiles upon seeing your face. “hey there, angel.”

the pet name makes you nauseous and your stomach churns once again. you have to ask for the medicine from simon when you return to the table.

“hi,” you squeak, not letting him off your sight.

“you seem new here. i am too.” he laughs, scratching his neck. then, “it really ain’t my scene.”

“uh-huh,” you say, not knowing what else to tell him.

his chuckles peter out, a suave smile replacing what had been an awkward display of forced laughter. he clears his throat. “so, what’s a sweet thing like you doing alone here?”

“she ain’t alone, kid,” the bartender answers for you and you turn to him, surprised, before thanking him as he presents you with your whiskey and bellini.

the bartender nods to you in reply before crossing his arms in front of his chest and addresses the stranger again. “go bother someone else.”

the man arches a brow in question, his lips pursing in distaste. “oh yeah? she seems pretty available to me.”

the phrase hits you badly.

your anxiousness bleeds away to make room for your ire and you snarl, dropping your hands from where they’re pressed on your chest to rest them on your hips.

“what did you just say?” you ask, your voice a measured anger. “i’m fucking what now?”

he raises his hands up like he’s pacifying you. “hey, hey. didn’t mean that, my pretty girl-”

“she’s not your anything, you mad wanker.”

the sound of simon’s voice makes you settle, a wave of safety and comfort washing over you, dousing the angry churning in the pit in your stomach. simon steps from behind the stranger, towering over him, before moving to stand beside you. his hand hovers, questioning, and you give him a soft nod that gets simon pulling you close to him. his hand falls to the small of your back, caressing, and you wonder if he knows that the man had grazed his hand there just minutes ago. if simon’s doing this to overwrite the unpleasant feeling that was sticking to you.

“oh,” the stranger breathes out and you notice the way his hands are trembling, the tight balls of his fists turning his knuckles white. “i, uh, i’m sorry, ghost.” then he’s off, running out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.

you huff at the realization that the mad man didn’t even apologize to you. what a fucking prick.

“you doin’ alright there, baby?” simon asks, pulling you to him. he settles on an empty bar stool – you are sure those were filled just minutes ago… – and tugs you so that you are standing between his legs.

he cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing lines just underneath your eyes, and it makes you drag a shaky inhale.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve accompanied you.” simon sounds distressed, his eyes furrowed in the intensity of his worry.

you coo at him, it’s your turn to cup his jaw this time. “i’m alright, si. i promise.”

he shifts his eyes between yours, searching for anything besides the truth, and he folds himself into you when he sees that you mean it. you laugh, patting at his head, wishing that he doesn’t have his balaclava so you can play with his hair, before turning to the bartender who, in the sudden absence of customers by the counter, is watching you two with a pinched smile.

“thank you again,” you tell him and he grunts, nodding. simon straightens up and groans as he stands, his big body unaccustomed to the tiny bar stools.

“yeah,” he says, addressing the bartender. “thanks for bein’ here for my girl, alex.”

the bartender – alex – just waves his hand around in dismissal. “it’s nothin’, really. now go away, i want customers.”

simon and alex laugh, sharing an inside joke, and you swivel your head around in confusion because now that alex had mentioned it, where did everyone go? and why are they all huddled together, far from the bar?

simon closes his hand on your wrist and pulls. you barely manage a goodbye to alex who waves at you in reply.

…alex?

“wait. that’s alex?”

best believe that simon has connections anywhere he goes. if not for himself, it’s for his girl!!!

me, shamefully staring at the word count (1.8k) of what should’ve been a drabble: well now…

[b1mbodoll]

i need his entire cock in my womb rn idc

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: cervix fucking

💌: my god u n me both anonie!

no bcs lets talk about it. jaeyunie would love to fold and manipulate your body as he’s fucking you to reach even deeper, tossing your leg over his shoulder n using his weight to press up against you, groaning when his cockhead nudges your cervix and it makes you squeal and your walls clamp down on him.

he’d fuck you in missionary with a pillow beneath your lower back, slow and deep thrusts allowing for his length to completely fill you up. his cock is thick and it’s completely overwhelming, making you whimper and moan every time he bottoms out and grinds his hips.

he’s a fan of prone bone as well, oh my goodness jake just screams prone bone to me. his muscled arms pin you to the bed and he takes his time, grunting when you grow impatient and attempt to fuck yourself back onto him and take him deeper. he simply presses a heavy hand onto your back and his pace quickens, his cock stretching you out and kissing your cervix with each thrust, threatening to pierce your womb when jake lays his weight on you. all you can do is lie there and take it; take every inch of his length and squirm when it eventually slips into your womb, the sudden intrusion is the cause of your choked out gasp and intense orgasm, begging for him to cum inside of you.

[gojosattoru]

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[pycth]

The Shaw Pack 🌘

Sorry y’all, I only took so long to finally post these mfs cause I was debating on whether or not post them individually, but since they were only headshots and all drawn on the same canvas it was just easier to cage em all together so yuh

Might work on quick sketches of their fits next

[stick-by-me]

These guys are far too cute to be bad luck!

[mirefireflies]

on hauntings

goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski / seven - taylor swift / the return - dean gioia / unbidden - rae armantrout / ghosts - maureen bloomfield / i know the end - phoebe bridgers / ghosts - katherineblower

[signanothername]

Very sketchy Ratchet and First Aid

The grumpiest peepaw with a big heart and his lil son with an even bigger heart <33333

[severedegg]

friend showed me a doodle of his faves doin this so of course i had to as well

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

Aww Mika looks so nervous as Michael opens his love letter... Michael you seem way too relaxed and nochelant just wait until you read what Mika has written for you. 😭😭

[jimmyspades]

[karineverse]

[bbugsy]

May we have more polystars I love the way you draw them SM

well, since you asked so politely,

[b1mbodoll]

hi gabi!! was just thinking about cnc + somno w hee n thought what better way than to ask you to elaborate on it?? ^_^

— lei 🫐

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: cnc + somnophilia + oral

💌: gna try to keep this short bc i just posted the lil cnc hee piece but this is for u, my berry <3

i personally think heeseung likes teasing your cunt until you wake up, a lil groggy and confused while askin in a sweet sleepy voice, “what are you doin’ seungie?”

the question hangs in the air until he continues lapping at your pussy, his nose bumping your clit making you whine. “oh, seungie,” you cut yourself off with a moan, struggling to stay awake. “stop ‘m too sleepy, let’s g-go to bed.”

you’re too cute he thinks, his cock twitching despite your plead for him to stop and the desire to make you cum for him even though you’re too tired makes him continue his movements, tongue delving into your hole once your eyes shut, making you squirm in surprise.

the steady stimulation lulls you to sleep and heeseung makes out with your cunt until the lack of oxygen forces him to pull away, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. you’re deep in slumber now, soft snores along with some breathy moans escaping you every now and then.

he runs his fingers between your pussy lips, coating the long digits in your juices before sliding them knuckle deep in your cunt and wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking obnoxiously loud.

he doesn’t stop until you reach your orgasm, legs shaking slightly from the pleasure and he rips a sleepy whimper from your chest, unknowingly cumming and making a mess of your boyfriend’s pretty face and missing the way he blows his load in his sweatpants, cum sticky and clinging to his length.

[gojosattoru]

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