#but GOD DID THIS SCRATCH MY BRAIN SO HAPPILY...

[fatuismooches]

Okay. Imagining.

When Fragile!Reader went into a coma, Dottore hadn't thought to preserve anything about them. He didn't have recordings of their voice. He didn't have pictures of their eyes. He figured that kind of data was useless because he'd always have his assistant by his side at all times. When would he need pictures if he could just look at you? Why would he need recordings when you never seemed to shut up (not that he'd ever ask you to)?

But when you fell asleep, he hadn't realized just how long he'd be deprived of that wonderful sight and that beautiful sound. He thought it would be fine, he'd help them wake up and it would be back to normal... but nothing worked. Before he knew it, years had gone by with seemingly no progress. What color were your eyes again? He was starting to forget. What range did your voice have when you sang? He found it hard to recall.

This is why, when you finally woke up, he had such a reaction to seemingly nothing at all. When you first opened your eyes, he was starstruck by that hauntingly beautiful hue. When you finally spoke, even with your voice hoarse and quiet from misuse, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but gasp for air as his lungs squeezed in his chest. How could he have forgotten? And more importantly, how did he survive so long without this?

As he finally held your hand after what felt like a millennia, he silently vowed to not only find you a cure but a way to make you immortal like him. There was no way he'd allow himself to be deprived of his lover ever again.

MY HEART IS HURTING SO MUCH I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS... this is literally canon bye. Also the sad thing about this is that it could totally happen considering the existence of erosion in Teyvat 🥺. Now I have even more brainrot of this happening to reader too and them slowly losing their sense of self and forgetting him 😭

Sniff... Dottore not bothering to keep any hard data of you because he has the real thing in front of him :( You were always glued to his hip, even if he wanted to get away (he doesn't) he couldn't, always faced with your lovely smile and pleasant voice. Beautiful body and soft touches. And he thinks, the best way to collect data is from the subject itself rather than anything else. Even if he were to preserve you somehow, would it ever compare to your being in real life? No, it wouldn't, and you'd always be here, so if he longed to hear your voice, he would simply go to you and hear it. If he wanted to see your eyes, he would go to you and kiss you to see them flutter and melt. If he wanted you, he would go to you. No need for anything else.

But now, now that this has happened, Zandik curses himself for being stupid. After all, what kind of scientist doesn't keep backups of their data? Yes, the real thing will always be the best, but what happens if the original is lost? Is hurt? Is no more? Zandik didn't think the absence of another person could affect him so much, but it does. You have such an... effect on him that drives him completely mad. His head hurts from the ringing silence instead of your voice that fills it. His eyes burn from the sleepless nights that you are not by his side. After you fall asleep, he writes stuff down, he truly does, filling up pages and pages so everything about you could be recorded, but reading all the detailed words in the world doesn't help him remember the exact hue of your eyes, or the exact tone of voice you used in different situations, or the once-familiar curve of your lips that he can't seem to remember the exact position of. A part of him despises himself for allowing himself to forget, he's the only one in Teyvat who remembers you, but at the same time he doesn't... but that doesn't make him love you any less. He may not remember that stuff... but he sure does remember how much time he spent with you.

Dottore's always wondered how he'd react on the day you finally wake up, he'll be delighted, of course, that goes without saying but would anything else happen? And oh, even he could not have predicted this possibility would occur. Those eyes, that voice, your smile, even while being sickly, you were truly the epitome of human beauty. The way everything about you acts as if he is the only person that matters. When he holds your hand, he feels you squeeze back ever so slightly, and he resolves himself once again. He really can't live without you... never again.

You're really confused as to why he's so attentive, yes there's your illness but that doesn't explain how much he studies you. How he always goes silent and watches you whenever you speak, even about dumb things, when years ago he would roll his eyes at your idiocy. How he likes to stare deep into your eyes without getting embarrassed, which was funny because he always broke away from eye contact in the Akademiya. You may never know, as he's never going to tell you about what he went through without your presence, but right now, he's never going to let that happen to either of you ever again.

I have another hc that sort of relates to this: I imagine Dottore felt indescribable emotions when you finally woke up and uttered his real name - "Zandik." Because really, no one has spoken it in over four hundred years. Perhaps he almost forgot what it sounded like, as he discarded that part of his identity long ago. Maybe he buried it so far back in his mind that he lost it, especially since it carried unpleasant memories. But you, when you spoke that forsaken name again... he truly felt like Zandik again.

[pinktyuns]

sleepy spring mornings featuring choi yeonjun

hot.

was the only thought going through your still half-asleep brain as you struggled to blink open your eyes.

it’s so fucking hot.

once you were kinda awake, with open blinking eyes you regarded what the hell was making you so hot. bright washington sun crept through the curtains, sweeping the tranquil hotel room in a beautiful light.

looking to your right, you found the heat source, the culprit.

choi yeonjun, your boyfriend, sleeping ever so peacefully nuzzled into your side, brown hair messy and tussled with sleep, his arm thrown lazily over your stomach, keeping you close to him and his goddamn furnace of a body, his leg draped and entangled with yours under the sheets.

looking at him, seeing his breath rise and fall softly, the pout that seemed to always be on his lips jutting out, you couldn’t help but smile.

it was rare to see him like this, be with him like this, and instead of running away from his heat you brought him closer, wrapping your arms around him as he nuzzled closer to you, burying his face into your neck, his soft breath tickling you.

you brought your hand up to his messy head, smoothing the brown down and running your fingers through it, scratching his head lightly. he exhaled happily and, still seeming to be asleep, moved a little bit so you could see his face.

you felt like the grinch seeing him like this, your heart growing 3 sizes bigger at the sight of yeonjun.

you watched him breathe in and out, softly tracing his perfectly shaped face with your finger. across his brow bone, down his perfect sloped nose, softly grazing his cute little cupids bow, tapping his perfect pout ever so softly.

maybe it was the early morning making you feel your emotions even more so, but seeing him sleeping peacefully, cuddled up to you, lit up by the morning sun, you felt as if you might cry.

dating yeonjun wasn’t the easiest thing all the time, his schedule insanely demanding, your college classes challenging, and sometimes it was hard to just get a 15 minute facetime call these days. which is why you jumped at the opportunity to go with him on tour, seeing him on stage with his members, in what was his happiest element, made you happy even more so.

you were suddenly brought out of your thoughts with a sigh and a stir, yeonjun seeming to be waking up next to you.

cute.

was the only word that could fit this situation. you’d seen it before, sparingly, but yeonjun waking up was the cutest goddamn thing you think you’ve ever seen in your life. a small frown on his face, hair messy but somehow still perfect, eyes still closed, nose scrunched up, the pout on his lips jutting out even more so that you felt the intense urge to kiss it.

you leaned into him, feeling his breath on yours, and placed the smallest, sweetest ghost of a kiss on his perfectly parted lips.

you pulled back, hand still in his hair, smile on your face. looking at him in this light it was insane how someone so perfect could just be walking around on this earth, even more insane that you got to be with him like this and share these moments with him.

“whyd youstop,” a small, deep mumble fell out of yeonjuns perfect lips and into the room.

you scratched his head lightly again, seeing his eyes were still closed, ignoring the fact that his morning voice was somehow deeper than how he normally sounded and it was driving you crazy.

you giggled at him, his little glare on his face over the fact that you simply didn’t kiss him longer.

“i like when you kiss me,” he mumbled again, you caught sight of his ears turning a little red and he buried himself into your neck again out of embarrassment.

you laughed then, a soft real laugh, pulling him even closer to you, wanting to feel his warmth now.

“oh my god you’re literally the cutest person alive, did you know that?” you gushed over him.

you could feel his face growing hotter with the praise and he shook his head, “nuh uh, it’s you.”

you laughed again, “oh my god you’re such a baby.”

yeonjun, finally seeming fully awake, lifted his head at that, pulling his body weight and resting on one of his arms so he wasn’t on top of you anymore, rather, laying on his side regarding you.

you suddenly felt hot again, not from the temperature. it was still crazy to you how yeonjun could go from being the cutest thing alive to staring at you like he was literally going to eat you.

yeonjun smirked, he always thought it was funny how he still made you nervous.

he decided he was done teasing you and suddenly wrapped his arms around you, rolling onto his back and laying you on top of him.

“did you sleep okay?” he asked, his voice soft with adoration but still octaves deep with sleep.

you nodded, feeling shy under his gaze, which he noticed and made him smile up at you, “the only thing is that you’re a fucking furnace, choi,” you pretended to be mad, “i feel like i’m gonna wake up sweating because you’re so hot.”

he laughed, a gorgeous, loud laugh that made butterflies settle in your stomach, and wiggled his eyebrows, “i know, right.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re stupid.”

he grinned, his eyes practically disappearing with his giant smile, and whispered, “you love it.”

he moved his head forward and captured your lips with his, you practically melting into the soft kiss.

kissing yeonjun always had your head spinning, his lips always warm against yours, making you feel safe and making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun. yeonjun.

he pulled away, admiring that spaced-out look you always got when he kissed you, no matter if it was soft and sweet like this one or rough and full of want.

he pulled you closer to his chest, your head laying on top of his heart, listening to the beating.

you both stayed like that in contentment for who knows how long, yeonjun breaking the silence with a small whisper, “i like having you here, like this, with me.”

you smiled on his chest, listening to the soft thump thumping of his heart, “i like seeing you like this, and being here with you.”

yeonjun pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, your eyes closing automatically and you hummed in response. the both of you finally sitting up and yeonjun grabbing his horn-rimmed glasses from the side table, placing them just on his nose, making him look somehow even more attractive, which you didn’t even know was possible.

he captured your eye contact, holding your hand, his thumb dancing over your skin, “i love you,” he said softly, a big dumb smile on his face.

a big dumb matching one on yours, “i love you, junnie. even if you feel like lava when you sleep.”

he rolled his eyes at that and released you, getting out of the warmth that was your shared bed and standing in front of you opening his phone.

you took the opportunity to ogle him, as any sane person would.

a shirtless yeonjun was a beautiful one, like yeonjun was all the time, but there was something else about him like this, grey sweatshorts (whore) riding low on his hips, honey-colored skin exposed and kissed by sunlight, making him glow, glasses perched on his nose, brown hair the most perfectly messy thing atop his head.

yeonjun didn’t look up, but felt your stare, smirking, “see something you like?”

you blushed, “no.”

he scoffed, shaking his head, “okay liar.”

you giggled, finally taking the opportunity to stretch when there was a soft knock at the door. both of you knowing it was probably staff (or beomgyu coming to bother).

yeonjun grabbed a navy blue botton up shirt and haphazardly pulled it over him, sadly coving up his golden skin, as he padded softly over to the door.

soft words were exchanged and the door closed and he turned with two starbucks cups, smiling at you,

“oh my god, yes,” you said, making grabby hands towards the cups which made yeonjun smile as he walked back over to you, stopping to grab his ipad from the bedside table.

he gave you your drink, the caffeine comforting you after just one sip as he settled back into the bed next to you.

he opened his ipad and pulled up youtube, looking for something to watch. when he made his pick, he rested it on his legs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close.

you rested your head on yeonjuns shoulder, holding your drink and smiling softly.

you looked up at him again, admiring his perfect side profile, and gave him a small kiss on his cheek, making him turn to face you, smile on his lips.

“what was that for?”

you shrugged, “just because.”

he grinned, glasses pushing up on his nose, and kissed your forehead again, all while snuggling you closer against him.

as the sun got brighter in the room, it danced over the white comforter, and lit up yeonjuns hands and coffee cup. it was warm and perfect, just like yeonjun himself.

yea user yawnzzn killed me today so i had to write about it this was not supposed to be this long & it is unedited i just needed to word vomit about him because OH MY GOD!!!

[pandalorian36]

Spencer reid x (gn)reader

A late night working ends with the both of you falling asleep on the couch where the rest of the team find you the following morning.

Word count: 885 Warnings: none

I stifle another yawn stretching out in the chair "Do we have any more coffee?" Spencer jerks upright a sheet of paper stuck to his cheek "What?" I chuckle leaning over and removing it "Maybe we should take a break?" he nods and stands stretching pushing hair out of his face "How is it one already?" I shrug and spin around in my chair before standing "Everyone else went home at ten? I thought it had only been an hour."

He grins "Although time does appear to pass faster when you are working." I hold up a hand "Hold up brains. It is far too late...early for that. As much as I love you and your info dumps now is not the time." he chuckles "Sorry."

We make our way to the small kitchen finding clean cups and coffee. A weight drapes over my shoulders as arms snake around my waist "What happened to being professional in the workplace?" he mumbles something into my neck that sounds like "Alone."

I turn around wrapping my arms around him sighing happily "We could go home." he sighs "I want to get this done." I nod "I know so do I." he smiles pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead then my lips, I melt into his touch cupping his cheek gently "We should get back to work." he sighs kissing my cheek "Okay." grabbing the two cups of coffee in one hand and my hand in the other we make our way back to the office sitting on the sofa and dragging some of the files closer.

We spend another hour working getting almost everything complete when I decide I want to be more comfortable so bring my feet up onto the sofa leaning my head on Spencer’s shoulder. I manage another page before I can no longer fight the heaviness of my eyes. I am vaguely aware of the files falling to the ground Spencer’s head leaning against mine.

3rd person narrator

Penelope, Emily, and Derek are the first to arrive the next morning. Penelope looks over at the conference room confused "Did you guys leave the light on?"

"Y/N and Reid where going to stay late. They probably just forgot." Hotch and Rossi walk over sighing "Conference room. We've got work to do." They all make their way over Derek and Emily freezing in the doorway grinning broadly. "Oh my god."

Y/N has their head in Spencer’s lap while Spencer has an arm draped over their waist head sliding down the sofa slightly the both of them fast asleep a pile of files on the floor where they have slipped out of their hands. Garcia is quick to snap a photo while laughing "That is adorable."

Hotch clears his throat loudly startling the two sleeping agents "Good morning." Y/N scrambles to their feet "We fell asleep." Rossi chuckles "We can see that."

Reid stands up brushing fingers through his hair while Morgan laughs ruffling it up more "Bit of a bird’s nest there pretty boy." Reid swats his hand away the others taking seats around the table. Hotch has the barest smile visible on his face "So you where productive last night?"

You grin grabbing the files of the floor "Actually yes. Where's it gone?" Spencer sorts through the remaining files on the table finding the one you are looking for "Here."

"Thank you." Garcia starts giggling though quickly stops at the questioning looks from her superiors "Sorry sir." Spencer and you talk through your work while Garcia continues to grin at her computer. Rossi smiles "I suppose we shouldn't be shocked the two of you completed three days of work in a single evening."

Once we have finished going over the files Hotch takes over summarising and organising, but it doesn't take too long. Morgan grins at something Garcia shows him "You two sure looked cozy on the sofa." Spencer blushes scratching the back of his head "I think I need some coffee."

"Pump your breaks pretty boy. I think you and Y/N have something to share with the group." I feel my eyes widen as I recall going to get coffee, we forgot about the cameras. Emily and JJ grin moving around the table to view Penelope’s laptop while Spencer buries his face in his hands in attempt to hide the blush while you remain frozen in place "I knew it." Emily groans "Damn." Morgan holds out his hand "Cough up."

Rossi and Hotch both look equally confused while Spencer is now resembling a tomato. I sigh "Well the cats already out the bag. Yes, we are dating. He asked me first. It’s been nine months."

"Nine months!" Garcia whoops "I win." Hotch shakes his head slightly at the group’s antics "Just keep things professional in the workplace." If possible, Spencer turns a deeper shade of red sputtering slightly while Morgan grins broadly "I think this the first time we've seen you at a loss for words."

I stand making my way to Spencer’s side he takes my hand in his squeezing it gently. While Emily sighs "It is so obvious how did we miss it." The others start pestering us with questions, but I am glad they know. We are a family, a strange family definitely but a family none the less.

[lizzy019]

NOT MY OVULATING BRAIN DYING FOR SOME SOFT SEX AND CHUBBY READER WITH NIKTO 😩😩😩 18+

Nikto was gently groping your smooth breasts, the callouses on his hands acting as tiny, unintentional scratches that made everything seem mind-numbingly amazing. The feel of the cracks and tears of skin on his palms and fingers just served to add some tingles that made your spine tremble.

Soft kisses were pressed to your collarbone. You'd convinced him to take off his mask, and even if he was hesitant, he had done it for you. Good God was he the handsomest man.

A scar making his upper lip become contorted to show his canine and middle molar. His broken nose that was all too disfigured to heal properly, but sat so prettily on his face. The burns along the left side of his face, his pale skin becoming pink from the scarring. One of his ears, a bit cut off and malnourished, but in all honesty, you didn't care.

This was who Nikto was, and you didn't care in the least what he looked like.

His dried lips pressed sweet kisses along your neck and collarbone, making your head fall back to show your submission to his movements. A soft grunted hum left his throat as you did so, making sure he left a few faint hickies on your shoulders too.

His hands came down to cup the soft pudge gathered at your stomach, one hand fondling with the flesh and the other one grazing your love handles. While his gesture of love was meant to come off as sweet, it embarrassed you a little.

Soon, his kisses were travelling down your cleavage and down to your navel, and he pressed his forehead to the soft mound to sigh.

"We're not all perfect, мой драгоценный. (My precious) Take us, for example. Do we look perfect to you?" Nikto asked, the gruff tone mingled with his lovely accent making you swoon.

You simply shrugged, feeling a jitter of nervousness run down you when he pressed a gentle kiss to your tummy. His rough fingers came to bring loving attention to your stretch marks. Nikto called them claw marks. Why? He thought that you were durable physically, and that they appeared to him as sweet animal scars to prove further how you had changed and accommodated to everything.

So when he asked you his little question, all you could do was think it over and smile, offering him a response that he'd either appreciate or dislike.

"Well, to me, you're perfect and lovely. But to others, you mean? I guess others might not see you how I do." And that answer was what made Nikto go berserk.

He had used his strength gathered from military service to heave you up from the sofa and carry you to the bedroom. You felt so special in a way, even if you felt like a bit of a burden. But Nikto showed no signs of physical wear from your weight, so you simply smiled and let him do as he pleased with you.

It wasn't long until you two were in the bedroom, the minimal clothing you had on was now torn off as he worked his leaky tip into your labia. The warm sensation of his cock being so close to your core was agonizing, but you waited patiently like the good girl you were.

With a hard rut of his hips, he had penetrated through your pussy lips and began to thrust into your core ever so gently. His arms were holding his own weight overtop of you, his facial expression contorting in pleasure as he struggled to keep his pace controlled.

Nikto was watching how you happily moaned and writhed underneath him. It was such a pretty sight, how your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and your soft tummy had a little jiggle whenever his pelvic bone crashed against yours a bit too hard.

But he enjoyed it, and he expressed it through soft grunts, as well as a bit of Russian overcoming his English from how wonderful your pussy felt.

"Твоя вагина такая мягкая и теплая, ебать! (Your pussy is so soft and warm, fuck!)" Nikto grunted, finding the way your pussy spasmed when he hit that gooey spot of yours to be so heavenly and delicious.

It didn't take long for him to get you off, for you to squirt messily down his lower abdomen and the base of his cock. He was simply mesmerized by how your pussy convulsed around his hard length. And soon, it had him teetering off the edge of his release too.

Surely enough, his babies were being bumped into your welcoming womb, and his weight collapsed on top of yours. You didn't mind it, instead happily accepting his exhaustion and wriggling the blanket to cover his naked body.

But he didn't pull out, he let his cock simmer in your pussy until he was fully soft, but he didn't even notice it because he'd succumbed to the strength of his sleep.

In all honesty, you were tired too.

@fishsinsareacknowledged @konigswife45

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Shanks rocks up to Lucky and Buggy’s wedding

Interacts with Lucky for like a minute: “you know what, this is nice, real nice, how about instead of it being your wedding (to buggy) it becomes mine”

Got inspired, did a little drabble

Frankly, this whole situation was embarrassing. Not only had you stupidly promised your hand in marriage to a god damn clown, you had now allowed yourself to be captured by said clown. Ashamed was not a strong enough word for how you felt.

Luckily for you, you'd been able to afford yourself some time away from what is regrettably your fiance by insisting that it was traditional for the bride and groom to not see each other right before the wedding. Admittedly, you didn't care much about it, you just wanted to give yourself some time alone and a chance to escape.

This was made difficult thanks to you being stuffed in a wedding gown by a very nervous seamstress that you're 99% sure was here against her will and being locked in the dressing room once she was finished. You weren't about to give up, though. Maybe you could squeeze yourself out of the window?

The escape attempt was shot down almost immediately by a knock at your door. Without waiting for an answer, whoever it was unlocked it and let themselves in. You'd assumed it was Buggy being unable to wait to see you in the wedding gown, but instead a red haired man came in. You can't help but wonder if he's lost, his clothing looks far too casual to be wedding attire.

His smile was warm and he held out a hand to you, "It's nice to finally meet you! I never thought I'd see the day where Buggy got married."

You had no idea who this man was, but politely returned the handshake regardless. His hand was rough and calloused, he most certainly didn't lead a leisurely lifestyle. The sooner you could end this interaction and send him on his way, the sooner you could make a run for it. You laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, I never thought I'd see the day either."

The man raised a brow at your response, but didn't comment on how forced it sounded. You attempted to pull your hand away when the handshake went on for longer than you deemed necessary, but his grip was too tight. It wasn't until you pulled again, harder this time, that he realized what he was doing and let go.

Even he seemed a little startled by his own actions. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Sorry about that, my crew and I were up all night getting ready for the wedding when we caught word of it. I guess I'm a little more tired than I realized." His eyes gave you a once over, fully taking in the gown you were wearing, "Oh, and you look lovely by the way, I can see why he's in such a rush to get a ring on your finger."

"Oh, thank you, that's so kind of you," your voice was borderline monotone. "Also it's fine, don't worry about it." His excuse made sense. With how many people there were that would happily end Buggy if it meant even a slightly improved chance at being with you, the wedding was rushed to say the least. You're pretty sure Buggy was actively hunting down someone to officiate the union as you spoke.

You honestly hadn't expected to see any guests here beyond Buggy's own crew, which again raised the question of: Who are you talking to?

Might as well sate your curiosity and ask, "So... Are you a friend of his?"

His brows raised and his eyes widened slightly. Were you supposed to know who he was already? Oops. He spoke up before you could wrack your brain for clues as to who he was, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he didn't mention me, he's always been a bit... Moody. I'm Shanks, we grew up together."

Your jaw hit the floor. Shanks? THE Shanks??? The guy that Luffy couldn't shut up about?!

"Y-Y-You're the guy that gave Luffy his hat!" You pointed at him with a shaky hand as all decorum and manners went out the window from the shock of knowing who you were talking to.

Shanks laughed loudly, "The one and only. How is that kid anyway? Seems like he's still getting himself into trouble just like the old days."

"Calling what he gets up to 'trouble' is putting it mildly," that boy can't take two steps onto an island without toppling a government. "He's great though, especially after rescuing Ace."

"I was relieved to see him get out of there safely, too. It's still a bit hard to believe that Buggy is the one who pulled it off, though."

Ah. Yeah. It was hard to believe for you, too. And even more difficult to accept just what that meant for you. You deflated as you were violently reminded of your current situation, "Yeah, I can't believe it either."

"Is everything alright? You don't seem very excited about the wedding," Shanks narrowed his eyes at you, scrutinizing your face for any hints as to why you were acting this way.

You weren't sure if confiding in him was a good idea. He clearly held a level of fondness for Buggy, so it was debatable if he would want to help you escape or keep you here. But... It's not like you had much to lose at this point.

"It's, uh, kind of a funny story. You see, I might've said something along the lines of 'if you save Ace, I will marry you', but like, I didn't think he'd actually be able to do it. So now I'm kinda stuck in this mess where he thinks I really meant it, but I didn't, and we're getting married in like ten minutes give or take and I don't know what to do?" You can only hope that your hastily thrown together explanation not only makes sense, but also earns you some sympathy.

Shanks lips were pursed as he stared down at you, "I did find it odd that your door was locked from the outside."

Hope sparked in your heart. In a fit of desperation, you threw yourself at Shanks and held onto him while looking into his eyes pleadingly, "Please, if you can just get me out of this room, I will really owe you one!" You're sure that the Straw Hats can't be far behind. If you can just get to the shore, they'll likely be there and ready to save you.

His hand rested on your back to keep you steady. Then, it started to gently glide up and down the exposed skin, which felt distinctly not like it was for your comfort. Horror seeped into your very core as you saw an all too familiar gleam in his eyes.

No, please, no. This can't be happening again.

"It would be a shame to let this dress go to waste... Maybe we can continue this on the Red Force? How does that sound?"

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and you saw an absolutely enraged Buggy standing in the entryway. "What are you doing here?! Get away from my wife!"

"But you aren't married yet, she could still be anybody's wife," Shanks tone was teasing but the look in his eyes was anything but.

That set Buggy off and in an instant he was throwing knives right at Shanks who dodged them with ease. You were shoved off to the side as Buggy kept trying and failing to land a hit on Shanks. While the red haired pirate was trying to engage in some witty banter, the clown was having none of it and just shrieked various insults at him.

Using the chaos of the altercation, you quietly slipped out of the room and made a run for it. There wasn't a chance in hell that you were going to stick around to see who won that fight. Because either way, you would be losing.

[lunarfleur]

Now And Forever (I Will Be Your Man) ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Summary: “I think dad woulda loved you.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

Warnings:None!

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @kombuuuu @urfavnegronerd @luvjunie @n1cole-ghost @milesmolasses @nagi3seastorm @hiyaitssans @conitagray

A/N: inspired by the song below. It’s honestly one of my favorite love songs <33

This is x gender neutral reader!

“I think dad woulda loved you.”

Miles’s thumb drew gentle circles over your hip. He had you in his lap, head on his chest and the other arm wrapped around you. It scratched the back of your head gently and sent goosebumps down your neck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He did it on purpose-waiting until you were half asleep to spill his deepest thoughts. It was easier that way, easier to pretend you weren’t listening. It didn’t scare him as much.

You inhaled his scent-vanilla candles mixed with the faint scent of his cologne. It was your favorite smell. You hummed softly, taking it all in. His scent made your brain fuzzy in the best way possible, smelling so good it was impossible to stay awake.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

You gripped Miles’s shirt gently, waiting for him to answer. You stared at him, chin resting on his chest. He wasn’t looking at you, instead staring at the ceiling.

“I love you,” he mumbled, finally moving to kiss your forehead. You smiled happily, sitting up straight to give him a proper kiss. He took it happily.

Pulling away, Miles grinned sleepily. He pulled you closer into him, tight against his chest. He bumped his nose against yours, pecking your lips once more.

“I love you,” you replied. His fingers fidgeted with the edge of your t-shirt. His t-shirt. You pressed your forehead against his and immediately he leaned into your touch. Humming softly, he kissed your cheek.

“You make me so happy,” he muttered, resting his head on your shoulder, “and I wish dad was here to see it.”

It wasn’t uncommon for him to get like this. It was late and Miles was tired. Having you with him gave him a heavy feeling of intoxication. He lost any filter in response.

“I know, baby,” you whispered, kissing his head. You felt his breath hitting your skin, heavy and uneasy. He always got himself worked up.

“But, you know, I’m happy to be here.”

You smiled, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He kissed the palm of your hand, smiling softly.

“I’m happy you’re happy.” That made him chuckle.

You snaked your hand around his head, scratching softly at the back of his neck. Miles leaned against you, holding you tighter. That was his spot, the one that made him get all soft and relaxed. It always worked.

“I think,” Miles whispered, “my dad sent you to save me.”

It wad barely audible, an echo of a whisper from the depths of his throat. Your heart sunk a little, especially when his grip on your hip tightened. You could feel him frowning.

“And I will always be here to save you,” you mumbled against his hair. He nodded, a simple sign of understanding.

“Even before he died, I ain’t ever think someone like you would want me.”

“Well, I do. More and more every day.”

“Don’t let me go,” he mumbled. “Cause, god damn, I’d lose it.”

You sunk into him, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your lips to his hairline. Miles pressed a soft kiss to your jaw before nuzzling his face into the shirr you were wearing. His shirt, because he’d gladly give you every aspect of his being.

“I like being with you,” he repeated. You nodded.

“I like it, too.”

[heartscara]

︵ᕬ⑅ᕬ︵ written by a minor please read with caution.

꒰ྀི ๑•‌◡<๑ ིྀ꒱ 𝒷𝒾𝒷𝒾 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . ⊹ ׂ since no one will give my bby love i will :<< . ੭

꒰ ⊃ ⸝⸝ ⊂ ꒱ ׅ ﾞ  ׅ 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ݁ ☆ ࣪ ꒰ scummy aether x pretty neighbor transmale reader !!̲ ✎ … pretty self indulgent ノtransmale anatomy ノ boxer-stealing ノ he!him pronouns and masculine(?) terms are referred to reader ノ perverted behaviors(from aether). ꒱

scummy aether whos just a general pervert, living in a cheap apartment solely bc he's broke college student it was a miracle to see a pretty boy like you living next to him, he can't help but look forward seeing you every morning with that cute smile plastered on your face as you went on your way to hug him pressing your body to him his moments of happiness feeling everlasting up until you get yourself off of him

scummy aether who would use any excuse to touch you inappropriately, its not like your dumb brain will notice right <33 dont worry he’s only holding your waist to make sure you won't fall like last time did, aint he such a good friend <33 dont worry your pretty boy mind about having no seats left you can sit on his lap while you order your favorite drink <33 it takes him alot of urge to just not push your body on the table and fuck your boypussy!! <33

scummy aether who always comes in your apartment you dont mind as you welcome your best friend in your humble abode showing him everywhere. you two hanging out together as friends in your bedroom which was cutely decorated with all sorts of cute things such as stuffed animals, frilly curtains, flowers lights and more!! scummy aether who once you get out of your room to get him something he secretly steals your boxers putting it in his pockets hiding them, you always wonder why you were missing so many underwear oh well you’ll just buy new ones!

scummy aether who puts cameras around your house <33 dont worry hes just making sure no one would easily get in your house except him of course <33 seeing you naked in your bathtub happily taking your time in the bath or seeing you change <33 god its so sexy he wants to barge in and make you scream his name in the entire apartment building

scummy aether who just wanna make your boy cunt squirt <33 gosh he wanna see it squirt on his cock, tongue, thighs, etc etc, he wanna see you helplessly calling his name as you give him scratches on his back <33

scummy aether who sniffs your boxers inhaling your sweet sweet angelic scent as he then uses it to jerk off imagining you calling him parting your thighs spreading your already wet cunt for him showing him how wet you are for him

scummy aether who thinks he deserves you so much, he has helped so many people, has been kind, patient and has been your friend ever since he moved in here dont you think he deserve you? he deserves that pretty boy? he deserves that cute cunt gushing on his cock, he deserved your helplessly angelic moans of his name

[safetycar-restart]

(Thank you for answering my little!arthur ask ❤️)

My next brain rot is cat!max.

We’ve spoken a lot about how his relationship with his domme is an act of repairing the rough relationship he had/s with his Dad. So, I’ve been thinking of playing with cat!max using toys. Essentially just allowing him to be a playful kitten, which he couldn’t do when he was younger.

Something tells me that when he becomes comfortable he can be excitable. I think that either chasing a laser or playing with a ball is one his favourite because then he can play with his domme(/owner?) at the same time.

Like, the image of playing with Max using the laser is so sweet to me because he knows that his domme won’t judge him for trying to catch it and maybe his domme secretly makes it easy occasionally to that she/he/they can reward him? Or, dangling a feather in front of him whilst he’s in our lap?

The whole idea of letting Maxie do everything he couldn’t do it so lovely to me

-🎞️

The last line of this ask really sums it up for me. That's everything I love about cat!max in the D/S AU. And this whole idea is so so cute.

Firstly, I almost thing you'd need to teach max how to play with cat toys? Which might sound odd, but it's because he's spent so much time trying to avoid those toys and trying to resist the desire to play with them that when you actually get him some... he has no idea what to do with them?

Like you buy him a scratching post and he literally just stares at it. He knows it's something for him, knows it's a toy for cat hybrids, but he has no idea what to do. You have to tell him that he can scratch it with his nails and it feels nice and fun before he does it, and even then he's so shy about it.

In fact maybe you make an excuse to leave the room, like to go check on dinner or something, just to give Max some time without feeling like someone is watching him. You return a few minutes later to find max using the scratching post happily, dragging his nails across it and purring lightly.

He falters when you walk in, but you only smile at him and take a seat on the couch, acting like this is completely normal so that max can feel relaxed. It works and soon max is back to using his scratching post.

Max absolutely adores it, and then when you start to buy more toys, the process continues.

I just LOVE the idea that he becomes excitable as he gets more and more comfortable? Max is a pretty chilled, reserved person but he really becomes energetic and excited when he's around people he's comfortable with (it's worth noting he is always extremely reserved around his father).

When you buy him a laser pointer, he is both nervous and confused, mostly because he knows there's no point to this game. There's no ball to catch or anything. This is literally just him trying to catch something he will never really catch. You'd be entertaining him with absolutely no objective. It's the exact type of game that his dad would never let him play.

But you encourage him, promising him that you would enjoy doing it and then you can stop after a few minutes if he doesn't like it. So, reluctantly, he agrees.

And oh my god he LOVES the laser pointer.

At first he's reserved, just barely trying to touch the laser on the floor, but then you start moving is quicker and encouraging him and oh my god he has a great time. Very quickly he's throwing himself to try and catch the laser.

And yeah I love the idea that you make it easy for him to catch sometimes. You never tell him this, and it's so so worth it because he gets so happy every time he catches it.

He always turns to you, cheering and going "Did you see that? I caught it! Did you see that???" and he's so excited, purring a little and asking you to put the laser pointer on again.

And the feather???? While he's on your lap???

Max thinks he's died and gone to heaven the day he wakes from a nap on your lap and you're dangling a feather in front of hm. He goes to get it and you move it out of his reach.

This turns into an absolutely adorable game where max is laying on his back with his head on your lap and you're dangling the feather above him. He tries to catch it without getting up, and of course he's still half asleep and purring so loud your legs are getting a massage and it's just... it's everything.

Also, imagine max's mother and sister coming to visit and discovering how much more accepting he is of his cat hybrid nature now??

[bigoltrashpile]

Us! Papyrus with a s/o who LOVESSS to ride him and makes it EVERYONE'S problem LMFAO

WOO YEAH WOOHOO MAKE THIS DORK GO CRAZY!!!!!!!!

Slowly, you traced your hands down Slim's ribs. He was so pretty, like always. His ivory bones seemed to glitter in the low light while they moved up and down, getting faster as you got lower, and closer to his pelvis.

"f-fuck," Slim panted. "please, honey, i need ya, i need more!"

Without responding, you traced down his spine, but stopped just before you reached his cock. He was rock hard, and practically twitched as you got closer. You had been teasing him for about an hour, getting him close, but never letting him cum. The more desperate he became, the higher-pitched his whines became. It was adorable~

"Hm, I don't know," you hummed. You looked up at him as you slowly ran your finger up his leaking cock. "Are you going to be good for me?"

Slim's hands tugged at the ropes holding his wrists above his head. "yes! yes i promise, please, i need it!"

You grinned, and finally positioned yourself over him. "Then just stay still, sweet thing~" Slowly, slowly, you sank down on him, going down an inch or so, then going back up, just to sink down another inch. Slim gasped and shook, panting and shuddering as you finally bottomed out on him.

He looked up at you, his eyes half lidded, eyelights heart shaped. "fuck..." he moaned. "you're so perfect. i love ya so much."

You blushed a bit. He always did this, saying incredibly sweet things when you're trying to fuck his brains out. "I love you too, you big dork." Before he could say anything else, you slowly began to move your hips, rolling them just the way you knew Slim liked.

Slim gasped and threw his head back. The ropes strained, like Slim desperately wanted to hold you, but couldn't. You grinned. It was so cute how much he wanted to touch you in moments like this. And there was nothing more fun than denying him~

With a laugh, you finally began to move your hips faster. You bounced up and down on his hips, making the bed squeak under you. Slim moaned adorably, and tried to thrust up into you. With a growl, you grabbed his hips and pinned them to the bed. "If you're going to be naughty, you can't cum," you grinned.

Slim's eyes widened. "i'm sorry, just please, a little bit more, i'm so close, honey!"

You leaned down and kissed him hard. You immediately forced your tongue between his teeth, claiming him as your own. At the same time, you moved one hand to his ribs and scraped down them.

Slim gasped into your mouth. You could feel him twitching inside you. Finally, you pulled away from him. "Cum for me," you panted, as you sped up your movements. The hand you had used to scratch his ribs moved to his spine and rubbed it in time with your bouncing. "Now."

Slim's moans echoed through the room as he came inside of you. You shuddered as you reached one hand down to rub at your sex, before cumming hard as well. You panted as you fell on top of him.

You smiled up at Slim. Gently, you kissed his teeth again, more loving than lustful this time. "You're so good to me," you sighed happily. "Thank you."

"heh, i should be sayin' that," Slim laughed hoarsely. "i love ya so much."

Before you could respond, a loud knocking echoed from the door. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WILL YOU TWO QUIET DOWN???" Both of you practically jumped out of your skin at Noir's angry voice. "WE CAN HEAR THE BEDFRAME SLAMMING AGAINST THE WALL THROUGH THE WHOLE HOUSE!"

"I'm so so sorry," you yelped. "We'll be more quiet next time!"

"GOOD! NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR THEIR OWN BROTHER'S SEX-CAPADES." Lucky both sounded annoyed and pleased with his pun. Fuck, was everybody out there??

"oh my god," Slim muttered. His face was bright orange. "i can't believe my own bro heard me getting fucked."

"Eh, he's just as loud," you pointed out. You gave Slim another kiss before untying his wrists. "I'll soundproof the room. That way I'll have to work extra hard to make them hear you scream~"

"no!!! wait, you're jokin' right?"

You just laughed as you curled up next to him. He would just have to find out the next time you rode him like there was no tomorrow.

[bestworstcase]

Okay, sorry in advance for the consecutive asks (I'm the anon who asked abour Theo and the GoL) it's just it's been ages since I've seen fresh, thoughtful takes on the show in the RWBY FNDM shsjsksksjsj and your metas are scratching a particular corner of my brain lol. My one other question is what would be the state of the world when all is said and done with GoL's ascension and the Ozlem reconciliation? And what would be the fates of characters like Ruby, Summer, Cinder, and the other Maidens?

i enjoy being encouraged to ramble :P

anyway, i think the ending after the climactic resolution is always the most difficult to part of a story to anticipate in anything but the broadest strokes. generally, my thinking here is informed by a few key tenets of my reading of the story so far:

i think the grimm do have souls, and that being grimm is not what's wrong with salem or a problem that must be solved

i do not think any currently dead characters will be brought back to life, but we may see one or more of them return to a new life

i think remnant's cycle of life and death will settle into a form of reincarnation that is like ascension but not the same (transcendence)

i do not think that salem, cinder, or ozma will die by the end of the story, but i am unsure about summer rose

i think that the huntsmen academies are a failed institution that will have no place in the world anymore, but that the identity of a "huntress" or "huntsmen" can be reclaimed and changed into something better

i think the story is building to a positive ending that refutes the idea of "happily ever after;" it will feel like a hopeful new beginning.

specifically on that last point, ozpin's afterward in fairytales of remnant tells us what kind of ending we should expect:

No one is guaranteed a happy ending, but the tales told about Remnant and its people do hold a bittersweet promise: who we are and what we do are important enough to be remembered and shared. We exist. Our existence means something. Stories will survive longer than all of us, but through them, we may continue on. So, rather than “And they lived happily ever after,” I favor a more honest and hopeful closing: And they lived.

in terms of what impact the god of light ascending might have (aside from the obvious of removing the existential threat he poses to remnant), i don't think there will be any. this world—remnant—is not the world he and his brother created, and hasn't been for quite some time. the god of light only mattered at all because ozma believed he did.

(this relates to why i think it will be easy to beat him, in the end. remnant is not his world; he did not create these humans, and he has no real power over them. it matters—i think more than symbolically—that his promised day of judgment needs to begin with humans inviting him to come back to adjudicate.)

so, remnant will change because its people decide to change it. how?

if i am right about the grimm being a kind of people, the story cannot end in their destruction and the huntsmen academies must be reckoned with as an institution of war, not protection. the resolution that i find most likely is that grimm will still present a danger, but with the explicit possibility of peaceful coexistence between humans and grimm. 

the huntsmen academies as they were do not belong in a world where humans, faunus, and grimm can live in harmony. but lasting peace doesn't happen overnight, and as ozma is learning in the aftermath of the great war, it isn't enough to sign a treaty and then sweep every new conflict under the rug. it takes real cooperation and hard work and trust and honesty. 

i think this is what huntsmen and huntresses will become after this war is over: mediators between humans and grimm. the bridge, not the bulwark.

and this is why i don't think salem will die at the end of her story. the grimm need someone who will advocate for them, and humans need guidance in navigating peace with their ancient enemies. salem has already begun to do this in a limited way—she taught cinder and summer how to communicate with grimm. and if i'm right about her historical identification with the faunus, she may have already done this once before, long ago. 

so,

i think salem and ozma will both get what they've always wanted: ozma's curse will be broken and her exile ended, and they can come together again. salem will be more involved in the effort to rebuild and renew, partly to atone for her violent destruction of the old order but mostly because she wants to build a new world. whereas i think ozma will let go and take a step back to focus on his own healing and figuring out what he wants to be and who he really is without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

cinder, i think will end the story at a point where she has found peace with salem and made peace with her past through that reconciliation, and is ready to close this chapter of her life and open a new one. she can't stay in salem's shadow forever; she needs to leave the nest and find herself. my feeling is that cinder's arc will probably have the most open-ended resolution out of the core cast, although i do think that she will keep the arm and (unlike a lot of cinder fans!) i'm not convinced she'll leave to go on a journey. 

her anger is righteous, even though her indiscriminate violence is not, and i don't think cinder will relinquish that anger as part of her villain -> hero arc—because she doesn't need to. instead, she'll find hope and hope will transform her anger into a driving constructive force. in the end, i think cinder will be VERY KEEN to have her say in what the world will be; what makes her evil now becomes what inspires her to be good.

summer… it depends a lot on who summer rose is now, after fourteen years with salem. i've seen the sentiment that if she is alive, she will have to die in the end because her absence and ruby's grief are so central to the story that it would undercut the story's theme for her to be "given back," but i do not agree with that at all. summer being alive now doesn't change the fact of her absence or the pain she left behind—just recontextualizes it. her heroic death is revealed as a profound betrayal. she left to join salem. 

will ruby or yang even want her back, once they know that? can they forgive her? does it matter why she did it? what happens if ruby wants to reconcile with her but yang does not—or vice versa? how does summer feel, as their mother and as their adversary? what about her relationship with cinder, whom she may well have known for longer than she knew her own children?

i think it might go either way, but i err on the side of thinking that summer will live and be on civil terms with her children and teammates but not reintegrated as part of the family. given her experience as a former huntress and salem's general, she might become a teacher or otherwise be a part of establishing peace between grimm and humans. 

ruby, i think, is probably not going to know what to do with herself after they actually somehow did the impossible and saved the world. figuring that out is half of what ruby/oscar is for but i doubt she'll really grasp that there is an "after the war" at all until it hits her. and then what? i think, out of all the characters in this story, she and oscar are the ones who are most likely to just leave for a while. they're the youngest, and they're "special" in ways that multiply the weight on their shoulders (silver-eyed and ozpin's heir). moreover, ruby enjoyed the trip across anima and has expressed a desire to go exploring several times; likewise, oscar wanted to see more of the world than his farm but has so far been prevented from doing so on his own terms.  so i think they might set out on a journey just for the sake of it.

winter, raven, and obviously cinder are the endgame maidens. i am pretty confident about that. 

also, this might be going against the grain—i don't know—but i don't think the maiden cycle is going to change in any significant way. i also don't think ancient magic will "come back" or the maidens will cease to be or anything like that. the idea that the maidens are innately harmful or burdensome is silly; the problem is the dehumanizing system ozpin built to control the maidens, and that will be dismantled. then they can just… exist for themselves.

i think weiss is going to return to solitas and rebuild mantle—not atlas, mantle. obviously not by herself, but she is taking the loss of her home very hard and her guiding motivation has always been a determination to define herself apart from her father and redeem her family's name and legacy. math.

similarly, it seems pretty open and shut that the bees will get what they wanted from the beginning: blake comes into her own as an advocate for the faunus and bridge between cultures, specifically in a manner that involves a lot of traveling with yang. her fierce ambition and focus answers yang's lack of ambition (and complete comfort with being a supporter and cheerleader for her loved ones) in a very complementary way. again, math.

i think the ending i'm most curious and uncertain about right now is jaune's. what they did with him in V9 was really interesting and very specific, and also took a turn in a direction that has been making me go hmm in the back of my mind periodically. i wish he'd been in the second rwby x jl movie even just for one scene so that i could have a sense for where he's at emotionally in vacuo. 

he's important for the ozlem reconciliation and narratively intertwined with cinder in a way that almost but doesn't quite feel like the set up for an enemies-to-lovers romantic arc and the weiss/jaune flirtation in V9 is followed by what seem to me to be clear narrative signals against that pairing too. weiss, jaune, and cinder all repeat salem and it's striking to me that all of them refract the tower in similar ways: weiss is her own knight-in-shining-armor, jaune wants to be "the hero," and cinder fights her way out alone in pure desperations. 

possibly there is a point being made here about what the hero tells the girl at the end of 'the girl in the tower': "all you needed was a little help, but in the end you freed yourself." even in the fairytale that is not really true and i think there is perhaps a thin line between giving salem agency and misrepresenting the tower as something she did not, in fact, need saving from—and thence ozpin's rather bizarre insinuation in commentary that the girl might have been an evil manipulator all along.

and then we have cinder (the abused child who truly did free herself, alone) trying to kill weiss (the abused child who, like salem, had agency in her own escape but needed serious help to achieve it) to hurt jaune (the "damsel in distress" who dreams of being his own hero). and in V9 jaune stagnates until he resembles ozpin more than salem and it's weiss who helps him find himself again. it's an interesting suggestion of what might be going on in salem's head, if nothing else.

but there's also jaune's simmering resentment of ozpin and his outburst lashing out at oscar in V6, which makes his corruption in V9 particularly interesting. it's about changing perspective and gaining insight that leads to greater empathy and forgiveness but who for whom? jaune for ozpin certainly, but whether it foreshadows salem coming to understand ozma better or the other way around or both i'm not sure.

i think it will start to clarify quickly enough once we get to V10. a lot depends on where jaune falls emotionally once the dust has settled. the guilt he feels about penny and alyx have risen to the surface and being able to save neo was not nothing but those decades festering haven't just disappeared, and he'll be dealing with this guilt in conjunction with ruby's and winter's and pietro's grief. it's easier to be cynical, but he has his friends again, but he's experienced horrors none of them can fully grasp…

much to think about. 

assuming gillian asturias is a significant player in the vacuo arc, i think she and jaune are going to be narratively linked… somehow. their semblances are mirrored, his lineage of warriors reflects her claim to royal heritage, her absolute devotion to her brother matches his absolute devotion to his friends, she was a prodigy who dropped out and he cheated his way into beacon. there is a lot of really obvious potential for character foils here. 

[jungle-angel]

🤭 Number 45 screeeams Rhett 🌸

YOOOO!!!!!! Abso-fucking-lutely!!!!! So guess what honey?? This one's on me (lol).

Rhett couldn't take his eyes off you as you wandered through the back field near the main house. There was no work to be done that day or in the next few days, the cattle all ready for auction, the horses having been tended to and Abigail, the milk cow, her calves and her mate all wandering happily in the pasture with the little bells on their necks.

His eyes stayed fixed on you in that pale blue and yellow gingham house dress you had made, the very one that showed off your legs and dipped low to reveal just enough of your cleavage when you bent over. You went about picking small handfuls of brightly colored wildflowers, mountain daisies, indian paintbrush, harebells, yarrow, goldenrod, bachelor's buttons, fairy slippers and black-eyed susans. You looked like a dream to him, a wonderful, heavenly dream that he never wanted to wake from.

Rhett sat right up when you lifted the hem of your dress, drawing it up so far that it revealed part of your deep-blue lace skivies. It was only for a minute as you scratched a rather annoying bugbite that had been there for quite a while, but the sudden sight made his inner desire flare to life.

You came back to him, letting out a rather sad little sigh. "S'matter my peach?" he asked.

"I always hate when July ends," you told him. "Means summer will be over and we'll be cooped up in the house for three or four months."

Rhett stood up from where he had been sitting under the tree and drew you to him. "I know peach, I know," he told you.

"Don't get me wrong, I love apple picking, Halloween and all that," you told him. "But I miss the flowers and the heat.....just being able to go outside."

Rhett tilted your chin up so that your faces met, pushing his hat back just slightly so he could kiss you easily. "So whaddaya say," he said, before kissing you again. "We make the most of it and have a little fun?"

You hummed happily as his kiss trailed from your lips to your jaw, Rhett's arms encircling your waist. His hips pressed against yours, the stiff denim of his jeans against the thinner fabric of your dress....and something else with it.

"A little happy now aren't we?" you said with a naughty grin.

"Darlin, ya'll have no idea," he chuckled.

The two of you moved away from the tree and into the tall mix of wild grasses and wildflowers as Rhett carefully laid you down on your back. He nipped at your neck, your collarbone and your breasts, the obscene sucking and kissing noises throwing you quickly into a blinding ecstasy you had become familiar with.

"Please don't stop Rhett," you begged. "Feels so good."

You felt his stubble covered cheeks and jaw tickling the insides of your thighs as he kissed a little trail, lower and lower down to your core, hitting all the right spots he had mapped out in his brain.

"Don't clench on me now, darlin," he chuckled when you squeezed the muscles together in your thighs.

You felt your insides fluttering as he slid your panties off and worked his tongue into your core and the folds around it, Rhett's strong arms hooked around your thighs to keep him off the ground. "God I forgot how good you taste sweetheart," he mumbled.

You could hardly control the moans that were falling out of your mouth. It was a waterfall of moaning, panting and breathlessness that was music to Rhett's ears.

But then it stopped.

"Rhett?" you asked him. "Rhett, why did you stop?"

"Gotta take my pants off," he answered.

You snorted and laughed as Rhett first removed his maroon button-down shirt and then his jeans, freeing the large, throbbing monster-cock that lay in wait for you. You felt him sit you right up and into his lap, his cock sliding into you with ease, much more so than it had done the first time he had fucked you in the back of the truck.

It was a whirlwind of deep kissing and groping, his hands roaming up your dress and popping the buttons on the back to slide it right off. It wasn't long before the two of you were completely naked, Rhett's hips shifting and moving against yours, making you moan with each thrust.

"Jeez darlin!" he exclaimed with surprise. "You're fuckin soaked!"

You couldn't deny it if you wanted to. The noises that came from the both of you, your hips slapping together, the slickness, the heavy breathing, it was all unholy.

And you loved it.

You let out a squeaky little cry when you felt something hot explode between your legs, your foreheads touching, eyes shut and your lips just barely brushing together. It took a minute for the two of you to catch your breath, guiding each other down from the dizzying high and waiting for your breathing to even out.

You both lay in that field, skin-to skin with each other, a little sprig of bright red indian paintbrush in your fingers and perfectly content in the moment. "We could always spread some of those seeds in the garden," Rhett remarked when he saw the little red flower.

You chuckled a little and kissed his lips. "Don't worry," you told him. "I have a feeling we've already spread enough seeds out here."

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

Regrets: Past and Present

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A/N: Gods help me, the Baldur's Gate 3 brain rot is real. 😅😅 this is my first time writing anything for Astarion and it's kinda angsty. Tav "accidentally" snoops through a stack of papers and finds out more about the vampire spawn than they bargained for.

**VERY MILD SPOILERS FOR ASTARION'S BACKSTORY**

Enjoy! 🖤

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Tav hadn't meant to snoop, not really, but when a particularly strong wind blew a stack of ageing parchment papers out from Astarion's tent...what were they meant to do? The vampire spawn had very recently left in search of some kind of furry prey, Tav preferred not to know exactly what, so they knew they had plenty of time to gather them up and replace them before he returned. And, if their eyes happened to glance over some of the words, then so be it. It truly was an "accident" after all.

Tav gathered up the papers as silently as they could, not wanting to awaken any of the others currently at camp. Scratch raised his head for a brief second, but upon seeing that it was his friend, gave a yawn and happily laid back down. Head full of pleasant thoughts of chasing after his ball.

They light a candle in Astarion's tent to give a little more illumination than the dying fire was currently providing. Quietly sitting down on an ornate stool, they begin to look through the sheets and sheets of ageing parchment. Some were older than others, some torn, some crumbled and then smoothed out again, some even had dark stains at the corners. (Tav could take a good guess at what that was). But each and every one was a letter, written in the same extravagant looping script and addressed to the same unknown person.

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VL,

How long has it been since I saw you last? Far too long, as always, is the answer. I can't begin to explain how much my life has changed, my dear, since then. I fear you wouldn't recognise me now. But I must beg of you, my sweet, DO NOT COME LOOKING FOR ME. Cazador is not someone to be underestimated!

My "brother" Petras says that this is pointless, that there is no way this will ever make it into your hands. He's right of course, not that I'll ever tell him that. That's all the fool needs. Still, if I'm to "survive" this new life (if you can even call it that)...Gods, what am I doing??

AA.

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Tav gazed over the words, a million questions running through their mind. Who was this VL, and just how did they know Astarion? Were they still alive or were they long gone like so many others before them? They pick up the next letter, careful not to tear the already fragile parchment, noting that this one seemed to be from later.

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VL,

Once again I brought someone back for my "benevolent master". I've been doing it so long now it ceased to mean anything. The right word at the right time with the right touch and...well...it's all so boring and repetitive.

I know you would not wish to know about that. I wouldn't wish for you to know either.

I wish you to never know what's become of me

AA

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Letter after letter of heartbreak follows, each one filled with rage and hatred at his fate, remorse for all he'd lost and vows for revenge. Tav knew part of Astarion's "origin story", so to speak but the letters, although filled with details, raised more questions than answers.

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VL,

At last I am free. By illithid parasite no less and yet...I am still not truly free. Cazador will do anything to get me back but the part that vexes me most is...I no longer remember who you are. I cannot remember your name nor your voice, I cannot remember my eye colour or yours. Were we lovers, siblings, long lost acquaintances? I no longer know. It's just another thing that's been robbed of me.

Maybe it's time to stop writing at last...

AA

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Just as Tav reads the last words the hair on the back of their neck stands up, they're being watched. There's no one immediately noticeable but just along the tree line at the edge of camp Tav notices the bright ruby eyes of a vampire spawn staring back.

Shit.

They quickly sit the stack down and blow out the candle. There was no way Astarion didn't know what Tav had been doing. They think about hastily going over and apologising but the tadpole squirms behind their eye almost like a warning. No words are spoken between them only the feeling that this was not a over but instead a conversation for a more appropriate, private, time.

"Fuck".

[menacingdino]

The little joys

Robin was awoken by rustling and a couple of bangs. She rolls over before hearing a louder one and a harsh shush. She also realizes that Nancy isn’t even in the room. She tends to wake up before Robin, but usually she’ll at least sit at her desk reading and wait for Robin to wake.

So she pulls herself out of bed at 8:45 AM, a miracle. Rubbing her eyes before opening the door to see Nancy holding to the leash to a large dog happily panting and bouncing about the walls.

Nancy just kind of awkwardly smiles up at Robin.

“Well, that ruined my surprise!” She giggles.

“Wait wait— Sorry you know my brain doesn’t work before 10, is this dog ours?” Robin might explode. She always wanted a dog but could never have one as a kid.

And of course, Nancy paid attention to this; which somehow shocks Robin. Robin had clearly needed a dog anyway, always mentioning how much she loved them, how she wanted a friend for when Nancy was gone. It always crushed Nancy how the difference in shifts would leave Robin lonely so often. She’d come home to Robin all curled up in many blankets re reading comic books.

It had gotten to the point where whenever she would have a meltdown she would pet this small sample of faux fur she bought at a craft store to calm herself down. And hell, it worked. Robin would start whining and tapping her feet and Nancy had learned to just take it with her to places, handing it to Robin to fight off the incoming wave of upset.

And it wasn’t a cure, but it helped. Robin had also always bought those dog calendars, staring at those while petting the fur when she was underwhelmed, bored, or kinda sad.

Plus, a dog that could make a good service dog in the future for if Robin gets overwhelmed, or if Nancy or her have a flashback would be a huge bonus now, and something that they knew was becoming more and more necessary.

Basically, Robin loved dogs. She knew everything about them. And she needed one at this point.

And Nancy did too! Because who doesn’t like dogs? Nancy had always wondered about pets, they seemed like they’d be perfect for the couple. So when she was walking around town and saw a pet store, she splurged on all the nice food before going to the nearest shelter.

And thus, the large land seal was happily searching the apartment.

“Yes, she’s ours.” Nancy says. First, Robins eyes go wide, her mouth agape just staring at Nancy. Then at the dog, then she smiles and starts jumping.

If Nancy was a cartoon character she’d be wiping a huge bullet of sweat right now, the initial reaction did not seem good.

But the reality is Robins emotions, even positive, are so overwhelming for her she can’t even think of what to do with herself.

She runs up to Nancy and hugs her so hard Nancy thinks her bones might pop out. But she’s very used to The Robin Hug (TM). And she’s grown to love it.

“Oh my god! She’s so beautiful. Oh my god. A pitbull too! I could actually die right now,” her hands flail radically, “but this little baby is too cute I have to like, not die!” She bends down towards the excited pup, letting her sniff gently before giving a soft pet on her head.

“She’s perfect right?” Nancy asks, both infatuated with the new addition to the family. Robin nods with a large grin.

“But,” Robin lets out a kind of dinosaur esc screech, “what do we name her!”

Nancy’s mouth opens. She kind of forgot about that part.

“Hmm.” Nancy’s perfectionist brain is massively anxious about this. “Something.. Nice. Pleasant! Like, Lilith?” She offers.

“Mm that’s kind of an old lady name.” Robin giggles up at Nancy while still crouched, happily scratching the little lady’s ears.

“What about Teresa?” Robin says kind of unsure.

“That’s also an old lady name. Or at least not a dog name.” Nancy replies, an eyebrow arched.

“Ehh, we’ll figure it out.” Robin shrugs. “I’m hungry!” She exclaims moving towards the kitchen, the dog happily following.

And ideas float around for the rest of the day.

Nancy’s making the coffee, and Stevie’s suggested, making Nancy make a face.

“That just makes me think of Steve. I mean, he’s great but I won’t name my dog after him.” Robin laughs at this.

Robin flips through channels.

“How about Jade?” Nancy says.

“Jades a green stone, she’s grey!” Robin says like this is obvious.

“Dogs are not green!” Nancy did not think she would have to say this.

“Yeah, ours isn’t!”

“No dog is green, Robin!!”

——

Robin calls Eddie for advice, as she often does.

“Eddie, Nancy got me a dog!” She gives a pause for Eddie to congratulate. “And we need names. She thought Jade and I was all like, dude. She’s not green. And every other name so far is just, not for a dog? Yeah.” Robin explains the situation.

Eddie hums.

“Kind of a bummer yours isn’t green.” Robin takes offense to this. “I’m kidding! Anyway, what about uh, Joan. Like Joan Jett.”

“Not sure who that is.” Robin states. She can hear Eddie’s intense disdain over the phone through his stuttering.

“Well then I got nothing else! You put me on the spot here.” Robin scoffs.

“Alright, thanks anyway.” She hangs up. “No help.” She shrugs towards Nancy.

——

The dog kind of anxiously looks around, typical rescue anxiety. So Nancy pats the bed a couple times.

“Come on! Get up, girl. Bedtime.” Nancy calls. The dog looks at her with slight fear before climbing slowly onto the foot of the bed and curling up. Robin smiles at Nancy and then at the dog. The girls lay down and as they look at each other and then Nancy makes her little ‘I have an idea!’ face.

“What is it, Nance?”

“What about.. Joya? Because she makes us happy!” Nancy smiles at Robin even in the dark. This sparks something in Robin.

Joya. It’s simple, it’s pretty, it’s got a cute meaning.

“Joya.. I love that.” She grins with excitement.

“It’s good right?” She tries to reassure herself. Robin nods at her and gives her a peck on the lips.

“It’s great. Joya. Welcome Joya!” Robin says suddenly sitting up and waving at the dog at the feet of the bed; who looks at Robin like she’s a mad woman. She just giggles.

“Goodnight, Rob and Joya.” Nancy says rolling onto her back.

“‘Night.”

[it’s on ao3!]

[aestheticallypeaches]

Generation stories (legacy challenge)

I've been stuck in a rut with my gameplay on sims a while back, but after playing "Whimsy Legacy Challenge" on my youtube channel & "Rainbow legacy" I've felt the sparks come back.

So I decided to make my own legacy challenge and want to share it with you all!

Each gen is different and has their own things going on, which I try to make unusual from the other gens.

Rules:

No cheating [unless stated in the gen you can]

If you don't own a certain pack or expansion etc -- you can change things to fit your playstyle.

Can use any worlds (unless the gen says otherwise)

Traits can be anything you want unless stated in the rules;

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Generation 1 Family line

Scattered 'cross my family line God, I have my father's eyes But my sister's when I cry I can run, but I can't hide From my family line

Backstory

(must start with a teen sim)

Aspiration successful Lineage

traits: you can pick

Your family always had control over you; from what to wear, to who you should hang out with. It's pulling you back from living your own life to the fullest. You've finally had enough.

Packing a bag, you decided to go and live your life. -- You found an empty abandoned apartment in San Myshuno

[if you don't own city living you can live in oasis springs or anywhere]

You felt lost as you dropped the backpack on the empty floor looking around your new home.

But you were now free to do whatever you felt like

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Goals:

Must furnish the abandoned lot (without cheating)

find a dream job (can choose)

Can do high school or drop out if you wish (if you don't own a high school pack you can skip)

get a promotion in the dream job

Must find a teenage love

Get married to teenage love //at least have two kids

Next-gen must be a girl

Adopt a pet

Live happily with their partner and family

Generation 2 - The Family Jewels

Ooh, don't you find it strange? Only thing we share is one last name Did I beat you at your own game? Typical of me to put us all to shame

backstory

Growing up you've always wanted to be a doctor or a scientist. When you were younger you always made experiments in your bedroom, which did leave to some fires. Or you would be doing health checks on your family members.

As a teenager, you became more of an Outkast -- You kept to yourself; Reading about the human body to the oddities of strangerville.

Your sibling however made family life difficult sometimes. Scratch that all the time, your parents would be worried and call everyone they knew.

They would set curfews which your sibling would ignore anyways

Their grades slipped badly causing them not to graduate from high school.

However, things were a lot different for you, graduating with high grades and speeding through university. You became the beacon of hope to your parents.

Moving out of the family home, your parents begged for you to take the younger sibling and help them. Of course, you agreed to help your parents.

But the regret lingers in the air of the home, as your sibling lounges around the house eating all the food and don't help whatsoever.

Other than your sibling being slob, untidy and downright dirty.

You are stuck in a romance triangle; a cute doctor who you met at university they are very sweet and help you out a lot.

But then there's the biker; they have a bad reputation but seem to be so kind to you when you met them.

Now trying to juggle choosing between jobs, love, and how to help the sibling who leeches off you.

Traits; Genius, Neat, geek.

aspiration; Nerd Brain Aspiration

Sibling traits; Slob, Lazy, and Jealous.

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GOALS:

Must choose between Doctor // scientist (If you don't own get to work can choose between painter or writer)

Must help the sibling to get a job and move out

Must date the doctor or the biker

Must max out their chosen career

Accidental pregnancy with a biker or doctor

Doctor or biker shall -- leave because they are pregnant or cheat on the sim.

The Sim must try to juggle being a single parent and eventually find the love of her life.

Get married and have a happy wedding

Save money for your child (for when they are older)

Generation 3 My Way.

I've lived a life that's full I travelled each and every highway And more, much more I did it, I did it my way

Backstory

You've decided on breaking out of the rules, you've always cared for animals and loved being in nature. City life ruined your mood and made you feel trapped.

You moved to Henford on Bagley and felt free for once. Your father *Doctor or the biker* has been bugging you to get back into your life. Of course, your parents told you what he did.

He left you and your mum and you saw him as selfish

He also somehow managed to find out your old address, You've never figured out how he managed to find you.

The money your parents left came into good use; you started a flower business alongside selling animal products from your tiny farm.

Your father hasn't found you yet, which you are happy with. You've made new friends even tho you are very socially awkward.

Alongside that, you also made a book club, called "Evergreens" where you've met a lovely young sim who owns a bakery by your flower shop.

You've both come close, even tho you struggle to make new friends.

Must be a young adult;

Traits; Clumsy, Socially awkward, bookworm.

aspiration Country Caretaker Aspiration

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Goals:

Open The flower business (can cheat money for it)

Start the evergreen book club

Adopt or own a dog, cat, fox,

Finish the aspiration

adopt a child when they are an elder

Become best friends with the Bakery sim

Win in one of the "Henford on Bagley contests"

Write a book about their father's horrible past // deeds.

Go on an adventure before they grow old

Generation 4; Sunflower;

Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck

Young adult,

traits; Party Animal, , Art Lover, Loner

Backstory

Never knowing real parents hurt you, you love the care person who adopted you always saw them as the figure you need in your life.

But now they are gone, you are crashing on some random person's couch. You felt lost and alone. Slumping around this person's apartment and trying to fix your life.

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Goals:

Start a side job

Save money and go to Britechester *don't own a uni pack then save money to buy new art supplies*

move out of a random person's apartment

try to become famous with art (if you don't have to get famous try to sell at least 10 paintings or more)

Settle down and make your own art gallery

Go on dates

Move into a suburban home

Adopted or have a child

Marry someone who loves art (you can make this sim if you like)

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I'm going to stop here for now; as I feel there's a lot to do with these 4

generations; I hope enjoy it!

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[notstilinski]

Logan Starters !

Taken from  the 2017 20th Century Fox movie, Logan! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! 

“Please! I'm in trouble! You're the only one that could help!”

“See, I'm not looking for you, (Name). Well, not really. I'm looking for someone, who's looking for you.”

“They’re all bad days.”

“You’re the man who puts me to sleep.”

“I always know who you are. It’s just sometimes I don’t recognize you.”

“You always thought... we were part of God's plan. But maybe... Maybe we were God's mistake.”

“I don't wanna fight, but there's things we need to discuss.”

“If you are planning to blow your brains out, could you wait till you're out on the high seas? I just mopped these floors.”

“Something's happening to you (Name). On the inside you're sick. I can smell it.”

“Don’t let them call anyone, please.”

“I know you're still good inside. I know you want to help us.”

“I'm a glorified truffle pig, not a clairvoyant.”

“What if they wake up before I get there?”

“Well, I left them in the same ditch they were gonna leave me in.”

“As soon as I rip it out of your chest, fuck-stick.”

“Of course you'd say that. But I got a theory that people don't really change.”

“They can't have things with patents running around, hurting people, can they?”

“We need to get her off the board, before she hurts anybody else. Someone you care about, maybe.”

“They thought we were too poor and stupid to understand.”

“They are not my child. But I love them.”

“You may not love them. But they are your child.”

“In the real world, people die. And no self-promoting asshole in a fucking leotard can stop it.”

“I don't think (Name) needs reminding of life's impermanence.”

“How long has it been since you took your meds?”

“Easier? Jesus! There is nothing easy about you, (Name). Yeah.”

“Yes. Please be like the rest of the world, blaming someone else for your boring shit.”

“I know, Pop. I’m such a giant disappointment.”

“You honestly derive no sense of purpose, from what we're doing?”

“I did what I could and they burned me and beat me. Your colleagues are savages.”

“I wish I could say you were a good pupil, but the words would choke me.”

“You know, Logan... this is what life looks like. A home, people who love each other. Safe place. You should take a moment and feel it.”

“(Name) the world, is not the same as it was. We're taking a risk hanging around here, you know that.”

“Used to be a time when a bad day

was just a bad day.”

“Go play Okie dickhead somewhere else.”

“This is not the first time I've hurt people. Until today, I didn't know. You wouldn't tell me. So, we just kept on running away from it.”

“You can't nurture rage. You must simply design it, from scratch.”

“Get your lily-faced ass out here!”

“It's all right. You did fine, (Name). Your healing. Just breathe.”

“I was starting to think I was gonna have to tell, that nice little kid out in the waiting room her parent’s gone.”

“I'd always hoped... that I'd get the chance to meet someone like you.”

“I know that you're different but... that doesn't change the fact that something inside you is poisoning you.”

“Well, try to remind yourselves that these are all little killing machines.”

“Machines who would've happily disemboweled your family.”

“You are dying. You want to die.”

“Mine are different. I hurt people.”

“If you keep waiting, (Name) will find you and they will kill you all. You need to get out!”

“Hey, I never asked for this! All right? (Name) never asked for this. (Name) never asked for this. And they are six feet under the ground!”

“Bad shit happens to people I care about. You understand me?”

“I want you to breathe. It's just a flesh wound, baby.”

“You will not survive further wounds.”

“Run! They'll keep coming and coming.”

“Don’t be what they made you.”

[littledreamling]

Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by @virgo-dream @mathomhouse-e @sonata-ix @hopefulpenance AND @quillingwords (thank you all!)

3 ships:

Dreamling, obviously

CJ/Flick from Animal Crossing because they're my comfort gays (though I've never read fanfic about them, I just squeal happily whenever they talk about each other in the game)

Me/a function sleep schedule

First ever ship: sadly, Johnlock from BBC Sherlock. Not something I'm particularly proud to admit, but I can't change it so I might as well embrace it

Last song: Currently I'm listening to a playlist that isn't mine, so I'm not counting it because it's more for background noise (though it's currently on Better Days by Birdtalker). Instead, I'll count the last song I played on purpose, and that would be In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel because everything he did went hard as fuck

Last movie: Mamma Mia, if only to introduce my parents to the majesty that is Meryl Streep, Colin Firth, Pierce Brosnan, and Stellan Skarsgard all drunk out of their minds, singing ABBA songs. It's not my favorite movie of all time, but it does have a soft spot in my heart

Currently reading: So many things. Lots of fanfic, The Collected Works of Edgar Allen Poe, The Neil Gaiman Reader, The God Equation, The Book: A History of the Bible, The Sandman comics, The Graveyard Book and American gods by Neil Gaiman... I have the attention span of a pygmy goat and far too little time to actually read anything

Currently watching: Absolutely nothing, due to the aforementioned lack of time. I have quite a few things on my To-Watch list, including Mank, Victoria, Hunt for the Wilderpeople, Peaky Blinders, His Dark Materials, Letterkenny, the list goes on

Currently consuming: dark chocolate, specifically Ghirardelli 60% baking chocolate. It's my writing snack and my guilty pleasure that I don't feel that guilty about

Currently craving: whatever my mom is making for dinner, which I can already smell from downstairs. A good night's sleep (or a better sleeping schedule). A box of matches so I can light a candle in my room. More time and motivation to write. A song that scratches every itch in my brain and also never gets old so I can listen to it on repeat for the rest of my life. Water, because my water bottle is empty. To live life to its absolute fullest (okay Hob, calm down)

Because I was tagged by so many people (thank you!!) I'm not sure who to tag and who hasn't done it, so I'll just tag people and if you don't want to, you don't have to!

@levi1088 @birdbraintm @staroftheendless @pellaaearien @fishfingersandscarves @sunsetcurveauto @delta-pavonis @historyandqueershenanigans and @btwimkindagay

If anyone else wants to do it, consider this your tag!!