#butterfly chattin

[amethyst-allium]

Etho is such a funny little guy

He’s the og Minecrafter, he listens to metal music and punk rock, he never drives over the speed limit, he learned to code at age nine, one of his best qualities include sobbing “nooohohohooooo” while being chased by mobs, he’s a redstone master, he’s recently fired from his own made up cooking show, his biggest fan is a sentient moss man with massive eyes

He’s so funny and I love him, he’s just so incredibly special to me

[turtleplushi]

Kirbytober 2022 Day #7: Friendship

These two have been on my mind all day, so here they are! The (2nd) greatest warrior in the galaxy and the reborn butterfly themselves!

I suppose this doesnt really count as a sketch, per say. It's more like a rough draft i guess? Anyway they be chattin

[k-atsukibakugou]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲

heavenly | e.kirishima — k-atsukibakugou

you're kirishima's angel, his sweet girl, until the doors are locked.

pairing: pro hero!kiri x f!reader w/c: 4.7k warnings: fem!nicknames, characters are 21/22, girly girl descriptors, pet names (princess, angel, sweetheart, bunny, baby), lots of degradation (slut, whore), anal play (f!receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex notes: i'm so shy about this pls don't perceive me thank u @kingkatsuki for ur help on this like literally a year ago this has been in my wips for Too Long, i'm biting the bullet bc im sick of seeing it lmao cross posted to ao3 • masterlist • recent wips & updates • kofi • askbox

18+ MINORS DNI

“hey, princess.”

the nickname started years ago, back in your u.a days after one halloween where you went above and beyond in a matching costume with tsu, throat adorned in gaudy plastic jewels, a long dress with puffed sleeve cinching at your wrists, cute sparkling shoes on your feet, only just visible under the train, and tsu dressed mostly as herself, with a golden crown atop her hair, your prince charming turned frog. somehow, after knowing the red head five months at this point, this was what he decided to remember you by, hardly hearing your name out of his mouth since that moment. it began a game for the pair of you, eijiro calling out, or cheering on his “princess”, you returning with sweet pet names of your own as you grew more comfortable with him, sometimes calling him “pumpkin”, “cupcake”, “sweetie”, or “cutie”, never sticking to just the one like he did.

the pet names only evolved over your friendship at u.a, ending at graduation when your teary eyes met his and he pulled you into a hug, hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, “what are you crying for, princess?”

“i'm gonna miss hearing that.”

“why would i stop calling you that now?” eijiro seemed innocently confused when he asked it, smiling down at you when he reached to wipe the tears sitting under your eyes, sweet on you as always.

most of your friends were passing cash around behind you as you and eijiro finally moved forward with the crushes that had been blossoming since locking eyes at the entrance exam, some groaning at their losses but all cooing happily at your new relationship.

together for over three years now, the pet name vocabulary had grown exponentially, now you were eijiro's sweetheart, his angel, his baby, his girl, of course his princess, among a few others the media would never hear muttered on the red carpets.

there wasn’t a single doubt he treated you as such, your skin still soft and slightly shimmery from the spa pampering he got you this morning, booking you in for a facial before the gala tonight, your skin glimmering and dewy under the lowlights of the large bar where the rookies gathered to relax as much as heroes could after the red carpet and afternoon packed full of events. your manicured hand rested gently on eijiro’s thigh as you returned to the table at his call, placing another glass down among the various rings of condensation already littering the tabletop.

eijiro stared at you the entire time since you’d walked away from him, his scarlet eyes constantly roaming your body, you were dressed to the nines, your hair and makeup flawless, the pale dress draped over your skin, cinching in all the places that had your lover drooling, and the faux boning beneath your bust lifting your chest to what felt like your chin had his mind reeling.

you smiled warmly back up at him when you noticed him staring at you, glad the important parts of the evening were over, leaving you to daydream about your boyfriend beside you while he socialised, ever the butterfly. the suit he was in leaving nothing to the imagination, the suit jacket abandoned on the back of your chair, certain he’d drape it over your shoulders when you stood to leave, the white button-up shirt he wore beneath it tightening around his bulging biceps with every small gesture he made while excitedly chatting. you weren’t even entirely sure what topic the group had ended up on, all your focus on how he looked, never getting used to the way he cleaned up for these events, more alluring with twice as much skin covered than his hero costume.

floating back down from the clouds, you caught the end of hanta’s story across the table, “– they love the tape, i’m telling you, so many wanna be tied up.”

squeaking, you immediately regretted zoning back into the conversation now, heat travelling up your chest to your cheeks, then burning the very tips of your ears, your eyes darted back down to the colourful drink in front of you, trying to remove yourself from the conversation once again, your boyfriend looking similarly embarrassed with a pink tint under his eyes, choking on the drink in his hand as his friends laughed.

“careful of the two prudes, han,” the electric blond elbowed hanta beside him as they chuckled at the both of you, and your shocked reactions to what your friend had gotten up to the week before, eijiro choking out a rasped “whatever,”, sipping the drink in front of him to rehydrate his dry mouth, only leading his friends around the table to laugh more.

the heat never left your face, your skin glowing from the incessant teasing from the group, paired with the heavy feeling of your boyfriend’s thick fingers tapping against your thigh, the high slit of your dress giving him unfettered access to the hot skin below, making it impossible to say what was making you more hot; the playful jabs or the teasing touches.

most of your u.a friends had already left for the evening, leaving you beside your boyfriend at the table, denki on the other side of you, sero beside him, then katsuki and mina’s empty seat there while she laughed at the bar, immersed in conversation there as your group was at the table; and from the corner of your eye you watched shoto prepare to make a swift irish exit.

giggling at your friend, you turned your attention back to the cocktail in front of you, falling into a daydream once more, your mind wandering to the first time your boyfriend realised the way his pet names got you worked up, at a party similar to this one, celebrating katsuki’s birthday after graduating, you and eijiro settling into the new phase of your relationship after skirting around it for so long.

you’d stuck close to eijiro that night, both of you too infatuated with one another to wander too far from each other's side, his hand hardly leaving your own, and if it did, it was to wrap around your waist or your wrist. the party had ended fairly early, you and eijiro trailing out behind your friends, ever the gentleman, he walked you to your car, leaning against the side of it as he smiled down at you, sharp teeth and red eyes glowing under the moonlight. 

“you doin’ anything tomorrow, bunny?” the pet name had you staring up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, your tongue swiping over your lips to rewet them, about to shake your head when his head tilted to the side, “what’s wrong?”

his voice was gravelly after hours of talking and laughing with your friends, low and scratchy in his throat, the deep timbre doing nothing to quell the fire smouldering in your stomach, “no, nothing,”

the quick denial did nothing to make him stop watching you like a hawk, reading into every movement you made, sharp eyes catching the way you squeezed your thighs together. he flashed his teeth at you in a hungry smile, leaning his hands either side of you on the cool metal of the car, taking one step closer into the lamplight with you, “have i always done that, baby?”

“done what?” your question is hushed, your eyes darting back and forth between his the closer he got, “made you squirm like that,”

dipping his head, you tilted your chin up to catch his lips, staring dumbly up at him when he tilted his away, “made you get that cute, dumb look.”

he laughed at the way you pouted up at him, trying your hardest to defend yourself when he made you squirm more and more between his body and the car door the more he spoke, leaning down to place one kiss beneath your ear, “didn’t know you were such a dirty girl for me.”

it snowballed from there, dropping more and more pet names each time he saw you, teasing you again and again for the love drunk look you got, addicted to watching the thoughts melt from your mind the first time he whispered “whore,” in your ear, his voice low, sending chills down your spine until he had the same spine arched into him, your pussy creaming around his cock, bent over the couch in his apartment–

“princess?” there was that nickname again, your glazed eyes locking back onto his crimson ones, staring at your love drunk reflection, wide eyes, glowing cheeks and heaving chest in all your glory mirrored back in his pupils.

“sorry?”

“you wanna sleep at mine tonight?” oh, there was that twinkle in his eye, looking his usual happy-go-lucky self to his friends surrounding him, and to any other hero glancing over, but you knew him as well as you knew yourself, that sparkle eijiro’s way of reminding you you’d be out of that dress far quicker than you got into it. without another word, you nodded, the luxurious necklace gracing your chest shaking with the movement, his pointed teeth flashing in a happy smile as bright as sunlight.

this had become a bit of a routine when you or eijiro got a little heated at these events, the pair of you standing from your chairs, eijiro draping his jacket over your shoulders, and his calloused hand clasped in yours. Both of you beaming at anyone you came across, bidding them a happy goodbye before making your exit, politely waving to the remaining media calling for a photo of you and red riot, flashes catching your bright smiles, and casting rainbow reflections from your jewellery. after a few more minutes walk towards eijiro’s parked car, you were finally away from the crowds and cameras, you took your chance to lean further into him, one hand still in his, your other wrapping around his bicep, squeezing it with a giggle when he detoured down a small alleyway between towering buildings.

shrouded in the dark, your lover spun you by your wrist until he had you cornered against the rough wall, tearing a gasp from your throat when you bounced against the wall, his mouth meeting your open one in a messy kiss, breaking away only to take a deep breath, muscular chest heaving with adrenaline.

“you’re such a fucking tease in that dress, bunny, already look fucked out from a few kisses, imagine what you’ll look like taking my cock, baby.” his sharp features were emphasised by the dark shadows being cast down onto him, red eyes glowing from the shadows. biting your bottom lip to muffle a low groan at his teasing words, you stood higher in the heels to try and catch his lips once more, whining softly at him when he tilted his head away from you, smirking down at your attempt, pushing you back down where he wanted you with a strong hand settled beneath your jaw.

“gonna ruin that pretty face, aren’t i, slut?” all his white teeth on display with the evil smile he gave you, his hand on your jaw making your head nod as you froze staring at him, the vulgarity of him something you never got used to, the first time he degraded you in such a way getting the same reaction now, your brain turning to mush and your skin burning, lightning firing between atoms, your body feeling like it was floating among clouds. brain kickstarting once more, your nod grew more eager, the sturdy hero towering over you laughed at your desperate reaction to his filthy mouth.

stepping back from you, eijiro pulled you by your wrist into him again, letting his lips crash to yours and his arm wrap around your waist, keeping you close as you melted into his kiss, sharing only a few more passionate moments stumbling down the alley until you reached the sleek car at the end. ever chivalrous, eijiro dropped your hand to reach for the door handle, holding it open and helping his pretty girl in with his other hand around your waist, flashing a saccharine smile down at you through the tinted windows once you, and your dress, were safely in the car.

shifting uncomfortably, you kicked the high heels off of your feet, as eijiro settled into the drivers seat beside you letting your head roll back onto the smooth, leather headrest, the pins in your hair poking your head but you were too lost in the relief of losing your shoes, melting into the soft chair with a breathy sigh of relief. the noises only repeating with each pin you pulled from your hair, a higher pitched exhale travelling straight from eijiro’s ears to his cock, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles while he tried to keep his attention on the road ahead instead of your lust-driven movements in the corner of his eye; your manicured fingertips drawing shapes over the plush skin of your exposed thigh, dragging the material ever higher on your body.

“Is my little whore’s so desperate she can’t wait?” he belittled, his heavy breathing betraying his desire to replace your hands with his own hot palms, but wanted to hear you whimpering with a dumbstruck smile at his filthy, degrading comments nonetheless. your fingertips grazed your clothed core, wanting nothing more to pull the distracting fabric aside to stroke your aching clit, your cheeks burning hotter at the thought of his large fingers atop yours, although more in lustful heat than embarrassment at this stage of the night.

“need your cock, ei,” voice whiny, you didn’t miss the smile that lit up his face at your vulgar response, finally his perverted girl knocking her halo aside to make room for the devilish horns you grew when you got wet. “there she is.”

“been thinking of it all night, can’t wait anymore, ei, thinkin’ how you fill me up so fucking good.” your words turned to mindless chatter, your fingertips pressing lewdly against the soaked fabric between your thighs, not going any further than teasing yourself, needing your lover to be the one to fill your pussy for the first time tonight.

“my pussy needs you, red, you hear how wet she is?” it was his turn to groan and drop a hand from the wheel to squeeze his throbbing cock, his luxurious suit pants tenting, straining around the fat muscle between his legs.

raising your hips off the smooth leather, you made quick work of dragging the obstructive panties off your body, sliding them down your legs to pull off at your ankles, reaching down to catch the sopping material, throwing it in your boyfriends direction, smiling coyly at the growl you got in return. eijiro caught them in one hand of course, trying not to let his eyes cross at the feeling of the slippery material between his fingers, mentally shouting to focus on driving and not the image of you hiking up the skirt of your dress in his peripherals.

turning one last corner to his street, you had just enough time to suck the tips of your fingers into your mouth, wetting them with your saliva, too eager to wait any longer, pressing the wet digits to your sensitive clit with a long drawn out moan at the relief you finally felt, the ache building deep inside you finally dulling in place of the electricity thrumming beneath your skin. you bite your painted lip, your fingers not enough to truly start the chase of your orgasm, only to make you moan in the perfect pitch to drive the scarlet hero to the perfect level of insane. eijiro was darting out of the parked car before you could even bat your eyelashes sweetly at him, throwing open the passenger door while you sucked your fingers clean. before another heated moment could pass between you both, you were being pulled up by a hardened hand around your sparkling wrist, and the doors locked with a chirp behind you.

you giggle behind a manicured hand at his hasty behaviour, your panties haphazardly sticking out of his suit pocket while he fumbled with the keys to finally grip the one that would give him the freedom to tear off the dress that has had his mouth watering for hours already.

“you in a rush for something, baby?” you teased, nails raking up his chest to toy with the button beneath his throat, ignoring the daggers your boyfriend shot you, the look meant to bring villains to their knees, instead having you swooning. leaning an exposed shoulder on the cool glass beside the door he was struggling to unlock, you drank him in, barely contained frustration threatening to tear him apart at the seams. you reached behind you to brush your hair away from the zip of your dress at the nape of your neck, dragging the metal down the track, whining breathily again when you didn’t get quite the reaction you wanted from eijiro, “it’s so hot tonight, don’t you wanna get that suit off already?”

his stormy, carmine eyes flicked to you again, pointed teeth bared when he kicked the door open with a shined dress shoe, one hand pulling the keys back out of the lock, throwing them god knows where in the house, and his free hand pulling at your waist as your dress loosened with every inch lower the zip travelled. soft fabric bunched at your waist and draping over his arm, exposing more of your bare skin to him under the dim light as he dragged you inside, leading you with a firm grasp.

“you think you’re cute teasing me, baby? you’re about to look so much cuter all spread out and whimpering on my cock.”

a flash of shock contorted your grin before you recovered, never getting used to the filth that tumbled from his lips the moment his cock got hard. eijiro ate it up, forcing you against the back of the door with a strong hand clamped down on your hip, tearing at your dress, hungry eyes glowering down at you. bitten lips finally found their place slotted against his again, hot, needy kisses tearing the breath from your throat, greedy hands still pawing and pulling at the fabric, eijiro impatiently resorting to sliding his calloused hands under the skirt of your dress when the garment didn’t drop from your body fast enough. the rough scrape of his hands on your tender thighs and ass had your head dropping back on the door, naked chest heaving with deep breaths in an attempt to recover from the intensity of his kiss.

you squealed as his hands finally waded through the pounds of fabric to stroke his fingers along your soaking folds, his mouth wandering down your neck and collarbones the moment your lips left his, canines nipping at glistening skin until every muscle in his body froze while all of yours squirmed beneath him.

“oh, you whore.” his degrading words were emphasised by a barked laugh when he found the small toy nestled in your wet hole, the pretty iridescent heart plug small enough to be comfortable for a couple hours for these hero gigs, and big enough to have your pussy drooling.

“my girl, looking like such an angel tonight with a plug in her ass, hm? god, what would our friends think.” his last sentiment was nearly silent, murmured against the shell of your ear, a shiver passing through your body at his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. eijiro flashed an evil smile down at you, lips curling to show off pointed teeth ready to tear at your unmarred flesh, strong hands dragging you off the door to spin you around until your face was pressed to the hard wood of the door, your legs swiftly kicked apart.

“i’m gonna fuck you like the dirty girl you act like, princess, you want that?”

you can’t remember a time you’ve nodded so enthusiastically in your life, your nerves burning with desperation, certain you were about to combust with the need growing within you. he pressed his thick body against yours, unbothered when your slick spreading over the front of his expensive pants, instead, eagerly grinding his clothed cock against your sopping pussy, staring down at your full ass with thirst pooling in his eyes.

“please, hurry and fuck me, ive been dripping thinking about it all night.” your voice was on the verge of a sob, unable to control your volume and pitch as you begged, your hips bucking against nothing at every ghost of a touch. Your ears perked, hearing the slow purr of his pants being unzipped, hyperfocusing on each tiny movement and sound behind you, his thick fingers only a breath away from filling you the way you needed, “say it again, how much you need me.”

his voice was deep and gruff, the sound of it forcing every other thought from your mind to make way for horny babble.

“please, you know i need your cock, my pussy needs you, baby, been waiting all day.” you mindlessly babbled, reaching behind you to stroke his throbbing cock, guiding his head into you, “feel how much i need you, ei.”

your voice wasn’t a decibel above a whisper at this stage, your flawless face smearing foundation against the door while you pushed your hips back to sink slowly further down eijiro, the pair of you melting together inch by inch, both moaning in a low pitch you didn’t even know you could achieve when finally his entire, fat cock was buried inside you.

“yes, ei, ‘m so full.” your voice was a heavenly choir singing in his ears, no matter how muffled you sounded pressed against the wooden door, blushed cheek squished flat, your ruined makeup the last on your list of concerns. eijiro groaned into your naked shoulder, lips parting to respond to your chatter, but only a groan escaping him when you arch your back ever-so-slightly, pulling him deeper inside you. he wants to savour the moment, admire the way you look stretched around him, cute butt plug twinkling in the dim moonlight streaming in, once flawless dress now a mussed bunch around your waist, and of course your plush parted lips repeating his name; but the part of him that gave into your every wish was undefeated, bullying that part away the same way his cock bullied into your hole.

“tell me how you want me, sweetheart.”

“deep, baby, need to feel you everywhere,” you circled your hips against him, spreading more of your silky wetness on his suit.

“everywhere?” you nod again, big, shining eyes glancing over your shoulder at his pleasured face, his usually spiked red hair hanging over his face while he stared down to where your bodies were joined, “uh huh, baby, i’m yours, just your little slut, ei, my pussy belongs to you.”

one strong hand stays holding your hip to his, the other pressing a firm thumb to the gem, pushing it against the fat of your ass, “an’ what about here, princess?”

relishing in the way your breath caught in your throat, eijiro couldn’t resist tugging on the plug, just to let it return to its place while you stuttered over your response, “yes, yes, yes ei, everything is for you – my pussy, my throat, my ass, anytime you want it.”

you were still deliriously babbling after that, eijiro toying with the plug a moment longer, most of what tumbled from your glossed lips indiscernible between the moans of the intense pleasure he inflicted on you with even the smallest rut of his hips.

“again, bunny.”

“‘m your dumb bunny, red, been waiting for this all day, waitin’ for you to fill up my pussy, get my mascara running–”

before your sentence was finished, his hips were snapping to yours, muscular hips slapping against the fat of your ass while his hands dragged your hips to meet his, your filthy cries devolving to a symphony of lewd moans. panting, he tried to keep his hips from stuttering, your dirty talk having just as much of an effect on him as his pet names had on you. eijiro’s hands travelled over the fat of your ass once again, warm palms spreading your cheeks, garnet eyes fixed on your dripping holes, “so filthy, angel.”

hardened fingers squeezed your pillowy ass, leaving half-moon indents in your skin, marks he was sure to admire when he played with the plug, tugging it out as he’d sink his cock back into your soaking pussy, repeating the same motions three more times before pulling it entirely from your ass on the fourth, admiring your clenching muscle when he dropped the plug aside, a growled curse spilling from his lips.

eijiro’s deft fingers slipped over your skin to collect your creamy wetness on his fingertips, marvelling at your quiet gasp when you felt the cool of it at your tight ass, soon to tear another, louder, moan from you when he fucks his fingers into your asshole in time with his cock stretching out your pussy.

“keep actin’ like that at these events, angel, ‘n everyone’s gonna find out how dirty my girl is, i’ll have all three of your holes filled at once, yeah? you'll show off all those pretty sounds they think you're incapable of making, but i get you moaning like a dumb whore, don't i, bunny?” your eyes cross, drunk on how he feels, the way he sounds, the smell of his cologne, his quick, skilled movements forcing you closer and closer to cumming on him, your pussy already leaking cum, dripping down the base of his cock to the hardwood floor.

eijiro releases his vice-like hold your hip to brace himself against the door, fucking into you only twice more until your mouth was dropping open in a silent scream, your lover ripping an intense orgasm from you, your breath catching in your chest while you squirmed, hips blindly bucking back onto him.

“one more for me, princess, you look so good for me.” you tried to shake your head, every slip of his finger over your skin making you tremble, your legs weak, but any disapproving noise you tried to make only came out as high, garbled moans. eijiro fucked you faster now, deeper, the head of his cock poking at a spot inside you that had you shivering, clawing at the door you were pinned against. your moans quickly turned to a mantra of his name, overwhelmed by everything him.

“ei, ei, ei, ei, ei.” all you could say, your hips bouncing off his with every powerful thrust from him, your hand falling from the door to swirl around your puffy clit blissfully, the moment your fingertips made contact, your core clenched around him, the squeal previously stuck in your throat loud and clear now when the clear stream of liquid dropped onto the smooth floor, settling in a puddle beneath you.

eijiro leaned further into you, pushing you harder into the door, your cheek beginning to ache, but still you moaned like a bitch in heat, arching your back when he fucked you sloppily, fingertips stroking the skin inside you keeping his hand separated from his slick cock buried in your pussy, rutting in and out of you until his muscular body was bearing down on yours, chest to your back, hips to your ass, face to your neck when he came right after you with a raspy moan of your name, a rock hard hand seconds away from splintering the doorframe.

you both took a long moment to settle, staying tangled with one another while you caught your breath; eijiro only gently withdrawing his fingers from your clenching hole, and his cock from your overly sensitive pussy, when you’d stopped trembling. with your forehead pressed to the back of the door, heart eyes squeezed shut, eijiro didn’t even try to hide his coy smile at each sinful sound you made, inch by inch, soft, breathless whimpers, your body slumping against the door when you were left without his strength holding you up. 

the hand resting on the door jamb slid down the wood to grip your waist, holding you up while your jelly-like legs still adjusted, “god, your cunt looks so pretty after she’s used by me, doesn’t she?”

your chest flushed hot, reaching behind you to bat at his shoulder, the red-head chuckling when you missed, dodging your half-hearted attempt with a side step away from you to pad into the kitchen in search of a cloth, “don’t call it that, ei!”

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[arachine]

i’ve always loved your content but your abby and ellie content have me blushing irl like nothing has given me butterflies like that oml

this got me geekin!! i genuinely just be chattin but i'm so glad y'all are liking my tlou content so far ^.^

[rfadaydreaming]

Omg I had to share this w someone, this boyfriend has BIG jihyun energy 🥺 twitter*com/i/status/1302283456983052291

the link was a bit wonky, was it this video? please say yes because my heart 🥺🥺🥺

[arhvste]

❝ GREEDY! ❞

— oikawa tooru x reader

— an: loosely based off of ‘i’ll kill you’ - summer walker ft jhenè aiko and the verse ‘fuck that my baby you all mine, greatest of all time, you better tell them hoes fall in line, i do not play about mine etc’

— dt: @seijohlogy jae bby i’m sorry this is a day late, or two when you wake up ahah,, i love you so much and i’m so glad we met, you’re one of my fav people i’ve met and you never fail to make me smile with your visits to my inbox,, atsumu and oikawa are the luckiest men to have someone like you as theirs,, they’re so proud of you and so am i,, i hope you had a really good birthday and myself, atsumu and oikawa love you endlessly <3

smiling to himself, oikawa watched as you chatted amongst other players and sponsors at the international event the two of you were currently attending.

you spared him a glance every so often, his favourite smile from you sent his way. the type of smile where a slight crinkle was drawn at the end of your lips, eyes holding a familiar twinkle in them that you only held reserved his eyes alone.

his favourite smile sent from his favourite person; you.

surrounded by players on his own team, oikawa occupied himself laughing and bantering with them, roaring laughter and excited chatter erupted between the men. oikawa could have almost forgotten about your lack of presence, but alas, he was never one to lose track of what was rightfully his; that being your attention.

he’d never once consider himself a greedy man. modest? perhaps just a little, but not at all greedy. oikawa liked to consider himself prideful more than anything, his good traits most certainly outweighing his bad. perception was everything to him and having a cool demeanor while being forced to watch other men get a little too touchy for his personal preference with you was fitting for his personal image. he refused to cause a scene, throw a tantrum and throw his rattle out the pram over something so minor, after all, it was his bed you’d always find yourself waking up in the next morning anyway.

that didn’t mean he liked it though. in fact, he didn’t like it one bit.

to have none other than the likes of miya atsumu resting a friendly hand on your arm made him twitch more than he’d care to admit. such an innocent action, yet it bothered him to no ends. the smiles you shared with him felt wasted in oikawa’s opinion.

oikawa tooru is not a greedy man; modest, but never greedy.

until it came to you of course.

your attention, rightfully his, your headspace, taken up by him of course, your body, tainted by him and only him over and over again. when it came to the likes of you, oikawa tooru became the greediest man to walk to earth. everything about you enamored him to no ends, he wanted you; needed you.

he had ensured clear claim over you despite insisting to never refer to you as a trophy to him. but, sometimes the thoughts he’d shove down would be so adamant on crawling back up though.

there was nobody like you, you were captivating, peculiar and his. he just had to make sure everyone else knew the obvious too.

excusing himself from his teammates, oikawa stood from his chair, the polished metal scraping against the hard floor suddenly. his expression contrasting his actions, the setter smiled politely as his fists clenched while approaching you. his heart sped up at the sound of your laughter, bitter feelings towards the blond too close to you in his opinion brewing inside of him.

approaching you from behind, he slipped a slender, but calloused hand over your shoulder, well built form towering over you as he forced his presence to be known to yourself and the others. a perfectly executed smile on his face, oikawa brought his other arm to wrap around waist from behind as you instinctively leaned back into his touch. satisfaction and pride already flooding his system as he sent a sly smirk towards japan’s setter.

“it’s getting a little late don’t you think?” his voice friendly with a crisp cut as he demanded the attention of those around him.

“yeah, i’m somewhat tired anyway.” you confessed as atsumu took a slight step back much to the brunette’s delight.

“didn’t know ya were datin’ the rivals setter.” atsumu joked as he assessed the internally scoffing oikawa, eyes raking over his supposed competition.

“yeah we-”

“-for 3 years now actually.” oikawa cut in, smile tightly knitted across his face as you felt his grip tighten slightly.

“ah.” the blonde clicked his tongue before getting the message. you sent an apologetic smile his way as he nodded, boastful act beginning to disintegrate as oikawa staked his claim right in atsumu’s face for everyone who could’ve been potentially watching to see.

“well, it’s been nice chattin’ to ya, i best get going back to my own team for sponsors and what not.” the setter sent one last look your way before retreating back to his own teammates where a curious bokuto and hinata were waiting to hear about what had just gone down, while ushijima and kageyama kept their respective comments to themselves, already having been through the ‘oikawa experience’ in the past and not wishing to hear more.

“that wasn’t very nice tooru.” you spoke as oikawa’s eyes flashed slightly. “hm?” he innocently whined, head tilting down to press soft kisses along your neck and shoulders for atsumu and his teammates to have a full view of.

“i know what you were doing, you don’t have to be so petty all the time. you know i love you and only you.” you sighed, hand reaching up to overlap one of oikawa’s hands that had made home on your shoulder.

“you’re all mine, they need to know that.” he scoffed, petty scowl painted across his handsome features. you laughed, sending soft flutters of butterfly wings to patter against his heart sending him into an instant ease of security.

“all yours.” you confirmed looking up at him slightly. satisfied with your answer, oikawa grinned before spinning you around to face him. pressing a quick kiss to your soft smiling lips, oikawa straightened up before guiding you over to his teammates to show you off just one more time and then bid them a goodnight.

oikawa tooru is not a greedy man, he knows you’re always going to end up in his arms, his bed, his world anyway so he wasted no energy on such unnecessary emotions.

it was just sometimes he allowed these emotions to crawl their way up and who was he to deny them access after all, he knew you were his, he just had a tendency to enjoy letting others know what should be clear too.

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any chance we could get a sneak peek today maam 🤲❤️

“Hi,” Harry said, but it was drowned in the loud greetings from the backseats.

“Hiya,” Y/N looked away from Harry and smiled at the passengers. “You alright?”

“Buzzing, this is gonna be exactly what we need,” Jo said.

“Also,” Ellie started as Harry started driving off, jolting the van more than Y/N thought would’ve been necessary. When she glanced at him, he was staring straight ahead, chewing on the inside of his cheek. She looked back at Ellie. “We should’ve told you Cam was coming, considering what happened last Saturday.”

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that again, darling,” Cameron said. “Hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all,” Y/N assured him. “It’s all good.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Dax said, crossing his arms as he glanced between Cameron and Y/N. “What’s this I haven’t heard of? Is it goss?”

“Nothing major, I just tried chattin’ up Y/N, but she’s obviously with Harry.”

Y/N suddenly felt something hot against her bare knee. Rough skin against hers, squeezing her lightly before he turned his hand around, palm facing upward in a silent and hopeful invitation. Glancing over at him, she saw him still staring straight ahead, on the main road that would lead out of St Ives, his hand now free of the gear stick for the time being. She slid her fingers slowly down his forearm, over the blue veins of his wrist, over the tough skin of his palm, and over his long and slender piano fingers. She pressed down on his hand, seeing how hers fit against his fingers, feeling how good and right this was. As she threaded her fingers through his, she felt her heart leap, growing warm and prickly all over as Harry wrapped his fingers over her hand. Their hands rested on her knee, Victim of Love by Elton John playing through the speakers as they settled against one another, sinking and relaxing into this familiar yet new sensation.

It didn’t seem like the others had even noticed this small and silent interaction between her and Harry. The chatter behind them continued on, unfazed by the falsified intimacy in the front seat. She bit at her bottom lip, reminding herself that Harry only acted like this to convince the rest, and if they just sat statically side by side, they might not be as believable as they were holding hands.

“Did Harry have a go at you for that, Cam?” Dax asked. “He’s the quietest bloke around, doesn’t make a fuss, but he’s very possessive, ain’t that right, big man?” Dax gave Harry’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Fuck off, Dax.”

“See,” Dax said, a smile in his voice as he said, “Such a lovely geezer.”

“I reckon Cameron and Y/N could’ve made a decent couple if-“

“-Jo,” Harry said, voice darker than Y/N had ever heard it. “Absolutely not. Is it ‘piss Harry off’ day?”

“That’s what we call Sundays now,” Dax said, making everyone laugh. When Y/N glanced to her right, Harry was laughing as well, dimples deep and crinkles appearing in the red light from his sunglasses. Butterflies started fluttering their wings in her stomach, so Y/N quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of a happy Harry.

[feral-crow]

we were chattin about vulture culture in the cröw time group chat tonight and i remembered that its been a while since ive posted my collection.

all specimens were obtained legally and ethically, either via second-hand, or from scavenging. i collect as a way to honor the deceased, and to keep their memories alive.

item desc below.

tails;

lucy; super huge silver fox tail with blue dyed tips. obtained second-hand, previous owner had her for 13 or so years. ive had her for 5.

june & july; twin coyote tails. june has an all-black tip, july has white hairs. purchased from someone who takes waste products and resells them.

kit; very small kit fox tail. purchased second-hand by someone who takes waste products and resells them.

todd; red fox tail. purchased second-hand.

skulls;

litha; coyote skull with fake roses. purchased from someone who takes waste products and resells them. one of my absolute favorite skulls.

rat skull i found on the streets during one of my runs.

two cat mandibles i found 6 years ago while wandering in the hills behind my house. used to have the full skull but the rest was accidentally thrown out :(

insects;

june bug on a wooden base with dried roses. made 5 or so years ago out of scavenged materials.

moth on a painted bottlecap painted to look like the night sky, with fake pearls surrounding it. made 3-4 years ago.

black widow resin necklace given to me by a dear friend.

monarch butterfly, found a couple months ago on my front stairs. will probably be gifted to the same friend who gifted me the black widow necklace.

not pictured; unknown butterfly in a mirrored frame.

misc;

jar of loose bones. was scavenged from owl pellets, or in the hills around my old neighborhood/a friend’s house. will most likely be used for spellwork.

jar of bunny fur and parrot feathers. fur gathered from pets who are no longer with us, feathers gifted to me.

container holding the wisdom teeth i got removed last year.

necklace of bones (to go with the rat skull) made of two chicken bones, both of which i found at school (???)

not pictured; peacock feather, goose feathers, chicken feathers, more parrot feathers.

underneath is a vintage coat i purchased second-hand from a thrift store. it’s probably much, much older than i am. ill most likely reuse it for a sewing product, perhaps a cloak or a warmer coat? i haven’t decided yet. ive had it for 3 years.

[amethyst-allium]

Look okay I get it, when people think about iconic duos for the life series, their minds probably immediately go to 3rd Life Scarian. Understandable, those two are so coocoo for cocoa puffs around each other and were the first to win the series. Of course I love them too, but I seriously think everyone is sleeping on Last Life Ethubs.

Like. I don't think people realize how insane those two were about each other. Constantly they were breaking game rules and mechanics just to be together. And I mean that literally. The first time Bdubs gets boogie, he literally spends half of his episode deep in a close quarters mine with Etho and not once does he even swipe at him. Instead he waits until a different head presents itself to him and actively chooses to ignore the "bloodlust" that a boogie is supposed to get. He outright refuses to kill Etho and just frantically kills the next guy they come across (Grian).

Then we have Etho who spends the whole fucking game scrambling to get Bdubs more and more lives as his friend continues to recklessly lose them. He gladly puts his own allies behind Bdubs, betraying both Tango and Scar in order to save Bdubs' ass, even going so far as to stick his own neck out and promise Bdubs one of his own lives if he can prove he's going to actually use it properly and not risk it. Of course it ended up being Bdubs' downfall, but the promise was there and Etho was regretful that he couldn't fulfill it in time.

The two literally spend the whole game either together or desperately trying to get back to each other. They're so distraught about losing each other that they break the rule of red lives VS everyone else by choosing to divide the snow fort instead of Etho fully kicking Bdubs out. Not to mention Bdubs betraying the rest of the red lives for a green life.

For all intents and purposes, they should have won. Had Bdubs been able to get away from Grian and back to Etho, I genuinely think they would have won. Or at least had a massively good chance at it. Because everyone who has won thus far has done so by actively going against the whole purpose of the game.

Grian and (kind of) Scar win 3rd Life because they stuck together, even when Scar became red Grian felt like he couldn't just abandon him and stuck by his side.

Scott won Last Life by refuting the Boogey curse and letting it sever his last lives into a red. He chose his friends instead of the bloodlust and won anyway.

The whole point of Double Life was to stick together and yet Pearl spent the whole game utterly and miserably alone, and even in the end, Scott gave up his claim to the winning crown by taking his life and letting Pearl win it all.

Etho and Bdubs spent Last Life playing not to win, but for each other. And I think they could have won together, if Grian had missed.

[har-rison-s]

back home

A/N: Not requested and totally at the top of my head, this one. I watched the Pacific and am now rewatching it, and I love it, and I love Eugene. Wow. Joe is truly one masterpiece of an actor. I admire him so much. And I love the Pacific, it’s such a good mini-series. Eugene’s character is very complex and I like those kinds of characters with many hidden characteristics you really find out if you look close enough. I really analysed him bit by bit so I could write something about him, and so here it goes. This is pure fiction, and I do not own any of the actors, plotlines or the mini-series in general. I wanted to write this, and there’s so little content of Eugene Sledge here, I hope there’ll be more. This will have a part two, I promise. Happy reading!

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Eugene was always that one kid who was quiet out of the whole class. The one who knew all the answers, aced his tests, but didn't raise his hand when the teacher asked questions. Never really talked to anyone, was the last to get chosen for teams in P.E. and sat alone at lunch. Sidney could crack him up half-way, and he was a shy and reserved person. Only I was the one who he really opened up around.

Deep down inside, Gene was witty, sarcastic and emotional. He even secluded from his parents, his ma more than his father. Although they saw quite enough of his emotional side and weaknesses. But when he came back from serving in Japan, he isolated himself even more than before. Even from me.

I have known Eugene since around third grade, when I started going to public school. My parents didn't want me to, but my grandparents talked some sense into them to let me out in the world and socialise. It did me quite a good job cause, look at me now - talkin' and chattin' with anyone interesting I see. That's how me and Gene became friends. I ain't afraid to talk to anyone, even if they're afraid of talkin' to me. Gene was, at first, but then he discovered I'm reliable and a true person to the very core. And he let himself loose around me.

Eugene is jealous, caring, empathetic, kind, passionate and friendly. He's all those things and more, feeling every emotion any person could. Even though he's like the rest of us, he's unique. One of a kind. Ain't no one like him in the entire world, and I'm very sure of that. He makes me smile with the weirdest things and most interesting words, makes me laugh with his dark-humored jokes and picks my interest with every minute that I spend with him.

I didn't really know the right things I was feelin' towards him until he left for the Pacific War. My ma riddled it out for me finally, and at first I was denying, of course. I didn't believe that Eugene was responsible for the butterflies in my stomach or the slight jealousy I felt towards any girl he'd accidentally had a conversation with. For all I knew, it could've been because of Sid, but it wasn't. Sid was a catch for the eye for other girls in our school, and he really ain't my type at all. I've known that for a very long time.

Four years, I think, I spent in waiting, longing and a head full of doubts. Waiting for Eugene to return. I volunteered at any job that could bring me closer to him, but there weren't any slots open for women at the time. At least, not on the islands surrounding Japan. I visited his parents very often, went with Deacon outside for walks and playing. His ma even said it felt like a part of him was at home when I came over. It made me feel quite special.

Now, it's a summer afternoon at the Sledge's residence, and I'm sitting in Eugene's bed, going through his photo albums. There are pictures of us two, pictures of him younger, of him and Sid, his parents in their younger years, and many, many more. Being so caught up in all the memories and reminiscing, I don't even hear a car drive by. Or a closing of the front door or the happy cries of his ma downstairs. The only thing that brings me out of my nostalgic trance is the bedroom door opening. I turn around, expecting to see Dr. Sledge or Mary, but... my jaw drops once I see who it is. It's Gene. Alive and breathing, standing in the doorway in a uniform and his suitcase in hand. 

At first, I smile wide at him and immediately drop the album on the nightstand, hurrying around the bed to walk towards Eugene. His face shows shock and gladness he never thought he'd experience again. It's me. In his room. Probably waiting for him, he guesses.

He drops his case and I slowly put my arms around him, afraid of how he'll react. Anything could have happened during his serving days, and I don't want to cause an uproar of a buried trauma by doing something wrong. I rest my cheek on his shoulder, hugging him tight to me. An embrace I thought I'd never feel again, and I can tell he felt the same way. His arms are around my frame, as well, and we hold each other like that for a long, long time.

Then, my tears come, and I don't really want them to, but I can't help it. They're tears of joy and they're tears of weeping for what he must have been through, what he had to go through in War. I sob against him while smiling and he just keeps on holding tight to me, knowing how I feel. 

I hold onto Gene's arms and pull back a little so I can see his face. My hand traces over his cheek, making sure that he's really here, it's really him. I smile wider and my cheeks start to hurt from doing that already. Gene gives me his true smile that I always seem to pull out of him, and I'm ever so glad to see him. Our eyes lock and I sigh shakily.

“Eugene...” I whisper his name and he nods, closing his eyes. A deep sigh leaves his lips, and I can tell he feels exactly as he says next.

“You can't imagine how tired I am.” He tells me and I chuckle. “But I'm more glad to see you.” He admits and I smile. He leans his forehead against mine and we both close our eyes. “So glad.” I nod.

“I waited for ages.” I say and exhale. “I thought you'd never come back.” I tear up again, sobbing, and Eugene tightens his grip on my waist, feeling many emotions in one moment. “But I ain't gonna spend the day crying, now am I?” 

Eugene nods and I laugh. “Can we lay down?” He suggests and I nod, moving away from him. I take his suitcase and put it on the window sill, opening it. I turn back to Eugene and smile. He's laying in his bed, and the photo album I went through just a mere two minutes ago is in his hands and he glances at me. At first, there's this curious look in his eyes and a mischiveous raise of an eyebrow, but then he pats the other side of the bed next to him, signalling for me to lay with him. And I do, oh, I do. I've wanted nothing more for years. 

I skip over to his bed and bunch the down part of my dress in my hand, holding it around my legs as I lay down. I sigh once my back is on the soft mattress. It hasn't been used since Eugene left. And it will definitely need some welcome-back using. 

I look over at Eugene and he's got the most tired of all tired smiles on his face, and it makes me feel warm. He's glad I'm here, and he's glad to be back home. He closes the photo album and puts it back on the nightstand before settling back down on his back next to me and taking my hand between his.

There's a conversation between us that actually lasts for hours, and I tell him everything that he's missed here. My family's summer parties, Deacon's last days and his funeral and tributes, school, applying for works, lake in the summer and winter. I tell him everything. Because I know he needs a big distraction from where he's just come and doesn't want to talk about what he's done or seen or where he's been. I know that, and I can feel it from him because he's so close to me. 

During the conversation, he mentioned about Mary Frank making a welcome-home dinner for him and his brother. And though we'd rather stay here all day and night, his family needs him and they're my family, as well. So we joined them downstairs. 

I hesitate to tell him my true feelings. It'd be too much for him today. Maybe some other day... I don't want to excite or worry him more than he already is. It's overwhelming—everyone is happy for him to be home and wants to tell him what he's missed, it's his first day home, in a real bed and he's met his best friend again. Well, two of them, actually. He told me Sid waited for him at the station. At that, I groaned and grumbled “traitor” and Gene laughed, telling me I can tell that to Sid when I meet him soon. I'll have to tell Eugene about my feelings soon, I know I need to. Sid has suspected something's up with me, we've been meeting up occasionally since he got home. And he knew that I was at the Sledges' house today, so I guess he wanted to give me and Eugene quite the pleasant surprise.

Eugene might reject me, he might not feel the same way, or he actually might do the opposite. I know how he feels about relationships, I know him very well. I might as well freak him out with my feelings, and I don't really want to. But, whatever the aftermath may be, I ought to tell him. I can't live the rest of my life without him knowing the truest truth. It would kill me.

We sit beside each other at the dinner, shy smiles on both our faces as his relatives ask questions and tell stories. He's overwhelmed, I can feel that from him and I take his hand in mine underneath the table. Just a comforting gesture I can offer him at a time like this. He smiles at me, appreciating the hand holding and squeezing my hand ever so slightly. It makes me feel flutters in my stomach and I try to hide the blush, turning my face away from him. It confuses Eugene a little, so I look back. His eyes seem to be asking the question that burns hot in his mind, but I shake my head, a way of telling him that it's nothing. Eugene nods, but he'll be sure to ask me about it later.

When the dinner's over and I've helped Mary clean everything up, I head upstairs to join Eugene in his bedroom. His eyes skim over the pages of his small bible, he sits on the window sill. He has unpacked his clothes, and his suitcase now lies empty on the top of his wardrobe. Gene looks so peaceful there, the moonlight perfectly shining down on him and casting a painting-like shadow on the wooden floor. I smile.

My feet carry me over to where he sits and and I lean against the wide window's frame. Gene looks up at me. “What have you got there?” I ask, nodding at his bible. He sighs and closes it, throwing it over on his bed.

“Just my notes.” He answers. “I counted days at our locations. Wrote down some other things, as well.” 

“Hmm.” I respond and then take his hand in mine again. 

“What happened at the dinner table?” He asks me and I furrow my eyebrows, trying to catch onto what he's talking about. Then I remember.

“Ah,” I say once I realise, “nothing, hon.” I say to him, shaking my head with a smile on my face. “Do you want me to leave you? Go to bed?” I ask and Eugene's eyes travel to mine and there's a nervous glimmer in them.

He shakes his head suddenly. “No,” he responds, “no, please stay.” His grip on my hand tightens and it takes me a bit by surprise. I nod, understanding that he wants me to spend the night. Here.

“Alright, I will.” I say, still nodding. I lean closer to Eugene, noticing his nervous facial expression hasn't gone away, and caress his cheek. “I will, sweetheart. I'll stay with you.” Forever, I want to add, but I don't, fearing what he might say to that. Or maybe it'd give him comfort. “I'll stay with you for however long you want me to.” Eugene nods and closes his eyes, the anxiety-filled brown orbs invisible to me now. “I promise.” I say and our foreheads touch. I pull him towards me in a warm embrace, and he grips my sides, needing the comfort I give, craving it.

Soon, I feel my dress wetting in spots just next to his cheeks and I sigh. Those are tears. I caress my fingers through his brown locks and I feel his figure contorting in gasps and sobs now and then. “I'm here, I'm here.” I whisper to him over and over, hoping it'd sooth him. 

After I told the Sledges that I'm staying the night and Mary Frank gave me a robe for sleeping and a robe to wrap around myself if it gets cold. We're both worried about Eugene's first night here, but she's glad I'm here. She always has been, and we both have the same worries about Eugene. 

We're peacefully sleeping under his covers, hands still faintly holding on to the other's. When we sleep in the same place, our hands are always intertwined, and most times they even stay locked until the morning. Now's the occasion that the grip has loosened due to sleeping, but at one point, I feel a horribly tight grasp around my knuckles. It's so intense that I think my bones are gonna break any second if the holder keeps holding on.

I snap my eyes open and hear tossing in the dark. I look at Eugene and he's moaning and whimpering, thrashing around next to me. I struggle to get my hand out of his grasp and stand up on the floor after getting out of bed next to him. He has his eyes squeezed shut and turns from side to side, muttering words and names and pleas, whimpering. My heart breaks at the sight, and I can't bear watching him suffer. He's obviously having a nightmare, a very intense and horrible one. I have to tell his parents. 

I wrap the robe for cold occasions around myself and jag out his bedroom door. I turn on the light in the hallway and run down to his parents' room, but I notice their light is already on. They're awake. I lean against the doorframe, seeing they're sitting up in their bed, and try to calm my breaths down. His father already gets up from the bed and I can't help the tears that gather in my eyes or the sob that gets past my lips. 

“He-He's—“ I start to say, but I can't finish my sentence, “he's having a... a nightmare.” I look at his father as he's standing in front of me. He gives me an embrace and I relax against his chest. He's like a second father to me.

“We heard.” He says and I nod. My sobs truly break out and I can't control them. Mr Sledge pets my hair as I cry, and I feel so hopeless. 

I sit against the wall of the hallway that borders his bedroom, knees against my chest and my chin rested on my folded arms, until I can't keep myself awake anymore. I settle for the guest room's bed in the early morning hours, exhausted from not sleeping, and have a deep slumber there until the next day. 

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[deeeelightfuldee]

If for one day I could be invisible or fly, I'd choose to... probably invisible and see how people decorate their homes

If I had to eat rice with every meal or bread with every meal, I'd pick... bread has gluten (SADLY) so rice.

My favorite actor/actress of all-time is... yikes I just really don’t care. 

My favorite time of day is... so since being sick my favorite time is these late hours of peace. got my bobs burgers on, comfy clothes, pillows, blankets, I have a set of twinkle lights on and a candle, got benny cuddled up, and a hilarious/comforting video playing on my phone while tumblr surveyin. 

If I could relive one day in my life, it would be... the early days of CM when I was talking to everyone, John would call and give me the biggest butterflies, I was tiny-chattin’ kile.. etc. those days were so good

If I could be any celebrity for a day, I would be... I don’t think I would. I just don’t care

What gets me out of bed in the morning is... goin to the bathroom lol?

If I could be a day of the week, I'd be... when I’m with the right person I am a friday night. But when I’m in a group of people I am more like that thursday evening feeling that friday is comin

My favorite comedy movie is... not really sure I haven’t watched one in so long. 

A quote that I turn to for inspiration is... “a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor” FDR. that helps me to refocus that the struggles make you stronger and equipped.

The greatest invention in human history is... its a tie between air conditioning and indoor plumbing.

If I could learn any skill, it would be... i’d love to be crazy talented at cooking and quilting. I’m learning!

If I could live on the set of any movie, it would be... freakin love the homes in both sleepless in seattle and you’ve got mail

When I'm sick all I want is... to be in comfortable clothes and curled up in bed

My favorite place to be is... on a drive tbh

Something that always makes me smile is... my family

My favorite age I've been so far... 19

The person I'd trust with my life is... mom

My favorite sport/s to watch... football

How I relax after a hard day… basically what im doin now

If I could pick an age to be for the rest of my life, I'd pick... probably like 26 lol

My hidden talent is... hmmm. probably still hidden

If I had five hours to kill, I would... probably take my time showering, doin my hair nice, doin my makeup nice, like glammin’ up.

One word that describes me is... kind

My role model as a child was... mom

If I could visit another planet, I'd choose... i don’t think I would

My greatest passions in life are... my family, my loved ones

Something I love about my sibling/s is... ok so my oldest brother is a provider. He cares about taking care of his loved ones. I admire how hard working he is and how his priority is to provide for them. My sister I love her generous spirit and her tenderness towards her kids. She is so good about slowing down and helping her kiddos understand their emotions and I really admire that. My other brother he has a great vocabulary, he is intelligent, he is good at conversing with people he hardly knows. 

The music genre I listen to the most is... it really varies. it really really does.today alone I was listening to christmas crooners, country, rap, and pop.

My earliest memory is... mom sitting with me on our old leather couch while we watched HSN and millie was walking by and the fire was on in the fireplace. it was good.

The hobby I most enjoy is... probably art? maybe sewing

Between coffee and dessert, it would be harder for me to give up... dessert. I never have it which is funny but i do not ever drink coffee.

The farthest I've ever been from home... probs key west

The thing or person I miss most from my childhood is... probably the innocence. 

Mondays make me feel like... fine. Usually it was school and i loved that 

The videos that always make me laugh are... ones where people are just losing it laughing themselves silly.

If I could be feared by all or loved by all, I'd choose to be... loved

Between sweets and savories, I'll always pick... ooooooo, both. idk

My biggest inspiration in life is... i’m fairly uninspired lately.

My comfort food is... pot roast 

A concert I'd love to attend... country thunder

The sport I'd choose to be a professional athlete in... probs like gymnastics or oooo ice skating

The best thing about family is... feeling understood, loved, accepted etc.

Three things I couldn't live without... oooo man. air conditioning, indoor plumbing, slippers

My favorite beverage is... ice water probs

[s4lmonsk1n]

How long have you two babes been chattin :3c

for like a week straight !!! we snap each other all day and every time I see his face i get butterflies!!!!! aaaaaa !!!!!!!!!!

[rfadaydreaming]

FAM YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE THAN 100 FOLLOWERS. ILY, YOU'RE THE ABSOLUTE GREATEST I'M SO PROUD OF YOU 💕💕💞💞✨💞💕💞✨💞💞💕💞💞✨💞💖💖💖

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🗣🗣THANK YOU THANK YOU!!🗣🗣

your headcanons make me YEARN FOR THESE STUPID WONDERFUL FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!!! everything you make is CANON. i refuse to think otherwise. no one can tell me differently.

(seriously go read this because they’re so cute to imagine and TRUE. NO DEBATE ALLOWED. IMAGINING JAEHEES NOSE ALL SCRUNCHY AS SHE LAUGHS?!?! HELLO?!?! SEVENS. ELLY. TATTOO. JUMINS SASSY CROSSED LEGS. HELLO?!?)

honestly you scare me, are you apart of the rfa? how do you know so much about them... this is getting suspicious now. 🤨☝🏻

all goofs aside, keep doing what you’re doing because you’re very good at it, i always look forward to reading everything what you come up with lovely!! thank you for the kindness, flowers for u! 🌷🌸🌻💐

[allahisanastronaut]

ranty shitpost about my ~lifestyle and identity~ feels

OKAY SO i’ve always been a pretty private person so it’s still kind of weird to me to be /slightly/ out (to friends, my grandma, people who make sense to know) and I’m still trying to figure out what I’m comfortable with and how I like to identify and all that fun confusing shit. I’m real proud of the progress I’ve made with accepting myself and the feelings I have for who I am and what they are. I’m proud that I’m a genderqueer queer in two committed polyamorous relationships with two fucking amazing people who have helped me love myself and who have taught me things about myself, themselves, the world, life itself, that I never would have gotten on my own. I’m so fucking grateful and lucky that I have the wonderful people in my life who encourage me to live my truth, but there are also those assholes who like to heckle and belittle me and make me feel bad about the choices I’ve made for myself, so I’m still working on being comfortable in public with that identity. It depends on the day, but I’m usually pretty cool with how I present - it makes work really easy because I look like a straight lady, I pass really well. On other days, I hate the way I present and how I’m stuck in this presentation, because I’d feel better in a beanie rocking a short cut with a flannel and some beat up jeans. Now I’m just babbling, but hey, sneak peek into the daily struggle.

So this has been rattling around in my brain for a while now, but it’s been on my mind more and more since the beginning of the month and especially after the lil getaway I got to go on to Philly with Alyce. Before I left, I went to a party at my bud’s house. It started raining so we all ran inside to continue our bullshit in a drier place. So I’m chillin on his couch next to another friend (who is poly and bisexual and has been super open about these things from her beginning which I totally respect but more on that later) and we’re just chattin, I was more listening to what was going on around me, WHEN another person I know (she and I used to be close but we haven’t been close in years) comes up to the both of us on this couch (and at this point in time, only like a handful of people at the party know I’m queer and poly) AND SAYS, “so which of you ladies am I going to be making out with tonight?” and I just stop, my heart plummets into my stomach, and I just don’t say anything because what can you say? Like, 1) WHO TOLD YOU AND WHY? 2) what about what I want? Maybe ask? and 3) ??? ? ?? ? ??  ??? where did you come from? ??? ?? ? ?? ? So I’m just kinda floored by the whole two seconds in which this happens, and you’re probably saying, “why does it matter??? calm down??”, but if we go back to paragraph one (1) we see that the young gay is still trying to figure out just how to emerge from the sexuality cocoon as a graceful queer butterfly without fucking it all up. so... I literally look at the TV instead, still processing, but completely ignoring the entire situation.

I can’t even begin to explain how offended I was/am. I’m positive she didn’t mean any harm. But I was just outed by someone who I didn’t tell I was out, had my entire identity just reduced to being a sexual object that I didn’t consent to (hi welcome to womanhood and compound it if you’re poly/queer, double points for all of the above), and had my incredibly committed relationships just kind of ignored because it was convenient for her because she wanted to make out with a lady - I mean, who doesn’t? but in this sitation, girl byeeee.

I talked to Alyce about the whole ordeal and how it made me feel small, and at this point, I really feel like she’s the only one I can talk to about this and have her understand. This also all kinda ties into an experience at the same party where someone I was close to more recently expressed feelings to me. Men begin friendships with us and then just assume we’re down to fuck, no strings attached. You want a bootycall, not a friend. Just a friend that you can emotionally get attached to and fuck when it’s convenient for you, because you don’t want a relationship and you still want to fuck other people, but I’m ***SPECIAL*** and that makes it okay? Like I’m on call for work, for people who pay and respect me AND THAT SUCKS, and you expect me to drop what I’m doing because you want someone to pay attention to your dick in between OKCupid dates because we have the same taste in music?? My capacity to love more than one person and see the beauty that individuals bring to the table is not an open invitation to just ask to see my tits or ask inappropriate questions about my sex life. My ability to maintain romantic and substantial relationships with my two partners absolutely does not mean I’m actively looking for someone else to start dating or looking for ass on the side - do you even understand how much energy and effort goes into being good for two good people who do their best to be good for you??? Let alone taking care of and being good to yourself at the same time, on top of a job, family, alone time, self care, and everyday things that need to be done??

I don’t want people to look at me and see “easy” or “slutty” or “no standards.” I don’t want people to look at me and think about the things I do in the bedroom, I don’t want people to turn me into my queerness, because while I’m queer and proud, I’m also really cool, intelligent, passionate, understanding, interesting, creative, thoughtful, thorough, driven, unique, talented... need I say more? I’m afraid of people taking the parts of me that, yeah, they’re a part of me, but aren’t the most significant. I want to be more than my sexuality, I want to be more than my relationships with my partners, I want to be more than the color of my eyes, the color of my skin, how many freckles I have, how I like to dress. I want to be what I’ve worked so hard to become, to overcome, the challenges I’ve conquered, the things I’ve created. I want to be seen for my brand of poly, the kind based on how I love my partners, how I take care of them, how I’m dedicated to them and to their happiness, and how I would do anything for them, not for the convoluted idea that you can get laid all the time by whoever you want and still have someone to turn to for regular sex and support. that is such a bastardization of polyamory and what I’m all about, it’s offensive to me. idk here’s my brain vomit and now I’m done.

[imperialotakubot]

PENO Prototype Transcript 2

(We start with BabyDoll searching for more clues on you-know-who’s whereabouts in the lush, green forest of Tir na nOg)

BabyDoll:Once I know where you are, Charlemangled Chartangled, you’ll never make a monkey out of anyone again!

(She then sets foot on four apple trees making up the entrance to a community park filled with the strange, beautiful residents of the fair land)

BabyDoll: Eh, I’ll take a break for a bit.

(She strolled through the scene of happy folks having a good time as the sun shined upon her)

BabyDoll: *In her head* So warm….

(A blue monarch butterfly landed on her red hair)

BabyDoll: *Looks up* Hello!

(She attempted to pick it up buuut it flew away)

BabyDoll:*Smiling*…Bye.

(She walked over to a bench…but it fell apart!)

BabyDoll: *Gets off the broken bench* Oops!!

(Suddenly, another girl who looked much different than BabyDoll [donning brunette hair in a bun, puffy cheeks, beady eyes and a frillier dress] saw BabyDoll’s dilemma and turned her head to see a buff, tomboyish girl with her head in a ponytail, a flannel shirt and messy jeans with a toolbox in one of her hands walking over to the bench~ she had a name tag that said “Nicole”)

???: What a calamity, I gotta tell that poor painter about what happened! *Runs to the latter*

Nicole: Sorry toots, I have no time to be chit-chattin’ because my lunchbreak is over and I gotta finish workin’ on my bench.

???: My name is actually Dewdrop… but some girl sat on it and broke it!

Nicole: ….Who was the punk who did that!?

BabyDoll: *Seeing the not-so-friendly stranger* Oh, caps!!

Dewdrop: It was a girl w-with long red hair and a white dress!

Nicole: Well then, I’ll have to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget~ glad I got my brass knuckles sharpened yesterday!

(BabyDoll ran and ran until she saw a nice boutique)

BabyDoll: Glad I found all those shiny coins in the lake while searching for Charlemagne earlier, let’s get me some duds to disguise me!

(She ran in as fast as she could)

BabyDoll: Woah…..surface clothing is super frilly!

(She came across a pink sailor lolita dress with white frills and teal ribbons)

BabyDoll: Perfect!

(The nice person, with ”Ray” on they’re name tag, who ran the store came up to her and offered her some matching shoes and two pairs of stockings with her purchase)

Ray: These go with the outfit and are free of charge, Madame!

BabyDoll: Ohhhh those~ what are the called?

Ray: *Tilts head* Shoes and stockings?

BabyDoll: Terribly sorry, I’m a mermaid so I don’t know much about the surface yet.

Ray: Understandable! :)

BabyDoll: Say, are you a hair stylist?

Ray: *Another head popped up and replied to her* You bet!

(And so~ after paying the fellow…s?, BabyDoll left with her new look [the dress/stockings/shoes and a short haircut with odangos], happy that the angry woman won’t bat an eye at her)

BabyDoll: I’m safe….for now.

(Meanwhile….)

Nicole: Where the heck is she!? 

Dewdrop: I don’t know.

Nicole: Have anymore details about the little skunk?

Dewdrop: She had red hair and dark sea-green eyes.

Nicole: Good, let’s hunt ourselves a benchwarm-er, breaker….yeah that’s sounds just about right! >:3c

(She spots BabyDoll whistling down the street, minding her own business)

Nicole: Ha, speak of the devil.

(She pulled out her paintbrush, turned it into a giant paint ball GUN and jumped out of the trees, surprising BabyDoll)

BabyDoll: GYAAHH!!! H-how did you f-find me??

Nicole: A little birdie told me.

???: *Tweet*!

(Nicole turned around and saw a bird’s nest on her other shoulder)

Nicole: Enough of the terrible puns, TIME TO PAINT THE TOWN RED!

BabyDoll: It’s more of a village than a-

Nicole: I SAID ENOUGH OF THE TERRIBLE PUNS.

(Nicole started shooting paint balls at BabyDoll, who was running for her life as the little bird flew to Dewdrop, whom started petting it)

BabyDoll: You better not stain my brand-new dress, you big brute!

Nicole: It’ll only make us even, meatball head!

BabyDoll: Hold up just one second!

(They stopped)

BabyDoll: I have superpowers!

Nicole: …You? superpowers?

(Nicole gave our heroine a hearty laugh as Dewdrop and the bird couldn’t help but giggle)

Nicole: Prove it then, squirt!

(BabyDoll flies over to Nicole and gives her a great big punch in her stomach)

Nicole: OOF!

BabyDoll: How was it?

Nicole: *Lifts her midriff to reveal a tiny crack above her navel* Oh, you’re good….try on this for size! *she makes a giant paint bubble with her gun* Wait for it….

(Dewdrop and the bird hid behind her just in case)

BabyDoll: *Sarcastically* What could be worse than a giant paint bubble!? *laughs until it literally blew up in her face*

Nicole: Both of us getting covered in permanent paint.

BabyDoll: …….I’m sorry I sat on your bench, I didn’t know it wasn’t finished yet.

Nicole: And I’m sorry I scared you.

BabyDoll: Truce?

Nicole: Truce~ shake on it.

(They shook hands)

BabyDoll: Now how about we find a way to get this paint off?

Nicole: No-can-do, kid, this stuff is permanent…..unless we acquire a sacred jewel to magically get it off of us, that is.

BabyDoll: Magic jewel? pfft, so cliche.

Nicole: Which to you prefer, wise-woman~ tropes or the fact that that’s stuff’s gonna stick to your skin ‘till death?

BabyDoll: *Shocked Hachune Face*…..The former, please.

Dewdrop: Ooh! ooh! I know where a magic jewel is….

(We cut to Dewdrop leading the two to a cave in the middle of the woods)

BabyDoll: Wow.

Nicole: It’s deeper than I’ve imagined….

(They walk right in)

Nicole: Does someone have a flashlight with them?

(BabyDoll went out of the cave, grabbed a branch and lit it on fire with her laser vision)

Dewdrop: Ooh~

Nicole: Sweet.

(BabyDoll led the way with her makeshift torch, revealing a site of a baroque-style palace in ruins and swarmed with climbing rose vines and a swarm of butterflies, the same type as the one we saw earlier)

All: Woah!

BabyDoll: Who could abandon something like this?

Dewdrop: I wonder if a princess dwells here?

Nicole: Or some old geezer and his nephews looking for some treasure inside~

(BabyDoll sees a shadow luring around in the windows)

BabyDoll: *In her head* Charlemagne! *voice* I think there’s someone I’m looking for in the window!

Nicole: Yo, is it a ghost?

(Dewdrop gets scared and hides behind Nicole as the trio walk into the palace ruins)

BabyDoll: No, worse, a thief known as Charlemagne Chartreuse!

Nicole: ….Him, huh?

BabyDoll: You know about him, too?

Nicole: Beaver’s dam forward, you’re correct! The rattlesnake robbed me of my authentic platinum paint!

Dewdrop: I saw him once, I told on him for stealing the Meridian Clan’s grand chocolate cake but when he was caught, he flew out of site with the cake~ I was made to look out for him.

BabyDoll: Me, too….something tells me we’d make a great trio.

Nicole and Dewdrop: ….You think?

Dewdrop: Oh girls, oh girls~ I found the jewel!

Nicole and BabyDoll: Yes!

(Suddenly, the shadowy figure from earlier swipes the jewel)

BabyDoll, Dewdrop and Nicole: Oh no, you don’t!

(The girls catch up on the stranger through out the halls of the ruins)

Nicole: Give me back my freaking paint you shady, all-take-and-no-give NERD!

Dewdrop: Did you save me any chocolate cake?

BabyDoll: I gotta speed things up from here, literally!

(BabyDoll sped up like a bolt of lightning and tackled the stranger~ in the darkness the two kicked and punched each other while they slowly skid across the balcony, moonlit through a large hole in the cave with a nice view of a waterfall, too!)

BabyDoll: *Taking off the stranger’s hat and scarf* At last! I finally caught you red-handed, Charlemagne- WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!?

(In the moonlight, the stranger was not Charlemagne Chartreuse, but a figure who was taller, lankier and a tad bit more boyish-looking than the short, pudgy and feminine BabyDoll)

???: I don’t know who you are either but….you’re so adorable….

BabyDoll: Gee um….thanks?

(Nicole and Dewdrop catch up)

Nicole: You caught him?

BabyDoll: Nope….

Dewdrop: That’s not Charlemagne….that’s my long lost partner, Matsuko!

???: It’s not Matsuko anymore….I am the Great Marionette, Monarch of the Butterflies and thanks to you, Dewdrop, for tattling on me for using the royal wine for magic~ I have to hide in the shadows away from the world forever so I won’t get in even more trouble!

Dewdrop: Matsuko, walk out of these shadows and return home, it’s the right thing to do.

Marionette: Impossible girl, I can never go back facing Petal and Snively in my current form….or the fact that they know I transformed into this with their wine of all things! See this treasure in my hand, Dewdrop?

Dewdrop: That’s the one that makes paint come off!

Marionette: BAKA! This gem is not for paint removal~ it’s my only view of the outside world….my crystal prism ball with internet access...and now you want to take my last two pieces of happiness away from me…the ball AND my title! How could you be so selfish, Dewdrop?!

Dewdrop: It will be alright!

Marionette: LEAVE ME ALONE YOU LITTLE-!!

BabyDoll: Say, Marionette?

Marionette: *Turned her head to BabyDoll, sparkly eyes and a more innocent look and tone of voice* …..W-what is it?

BabyDoll: ...Since you use magic, do you know a solution to get this paint off of me and Nicole over here?

Marionette: *Smiling, ruffling BabyDoll’s hair* Yes love, as a matter of fact, I do….hey, are you still damp?

BabyDoll: Nope, all dried up.

Marionette: *Relieved* Thank goodness, because I didn’t wanna stain my clothes.

(We cut to Marionette making up a potion of metal dust and lemon tree leaves and pouring tiny drops onto BabyDoll and Nicole’s heads, chipping all the paint off of them)

BabyDoll and Nicole: We’re cured! :D

BabyDoll: Sorry about the ruckus there…

Marionette: I’m sorry, too.

(The two shook on it)

Nicole: All’s well it ends well~ let’s go back to doing our business.

(The three left the ruins and the cave with Marionette waving back)

Marionette: Come back anytime!

BabyDoll: Later!

Nicole: So long!

Dewdrop: Bye~ I can’t wait to tell the other Meridians about what I read in your spellbook!

Marionette: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

(To be continued….?)

[hammerhead-cindy-blog]

if you and prompto ever have kids are you going to name aranea godmother

“Ya can bet your sweet derrière that Arie will be the godmother!” Cindy smiles triumphantly knowing that her answer was 100% true.

Then she catches the full question. Her and Prompto’s babies? She suddenly feels a little nervous and hides it by not even addressing that she skipped over that part. Since when did she get butterflies that make her stomach feel like jello? Maybe it was just the heat outside. Yeah it was that and not that question that insinuated that Prom would want to have babies with her. Definitely wasn’t that.

“Oh what? Sorry I think I heard Pawpaw callin’ me been real nice chattin’ but gotta go can’t keep ‘em waitin’.” She turned on her heel and bolted.