#cuz i also have uneven eyes

[jessamine-rose]

*squeezes aine this time*

Read my Yandere! Dottore fics first (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

Chemistry ๑ Magnum Opus

So @ainescribe decided to surprise me with more Darling fan art, this time of Dottore’s Assistant!! *sobs* I love it so much ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Once again, feedback will be in the tags. Thank you so much for enjoying my writing, Aine <3

[libraryofgage]

Been watching sooooo much say yes to the dress so.....

Steve and Robin are consultants and co-designers at Kleinsfeld. Robin especially loves designing and Steve really loves that moment brides find The Dress because they light up and he helped make that happen and it just makes him smile

Enter Eddie Munson, rockstar and definitely not in a relationship but at Kleinsfeld to find a dress he can wear for an upcoming music video that's a little corpse bride vibes re revenge and murder (dead bride raised by necromancer and given opportunity to get revenge on her killer ex)

Eddie shows up with the guys and Steve/Robin are their consultants (they can't be separated bad things happen like Robin knocking over a rack of dresses bc Steve isn't there to pull her back in time) and when Steve (knows who Eddie is, doesn't care that much, they get celebrities all the time) asks who the bride is neither blink at Eddie raising his hand with a shit eating grin

They just go right into the design/style/budget questions and Eddie is almost disappointed he didn't get to cause more of a scene lmao

Anyway Steve is the one helping in the dressing room and he's getting Eddie into this big dramatic ballgown when Eddie asks why he's a consultant

Steve inadvertently just rambles about helping brides and making them feel the center of attention and cared for and special during their appointments. He also talks about designing affordable but fashionable dresses with Robin since he has experience with high fashion and general design and she knows best about keeping costs down without making things ugly

Obviously Eddie Munson is immediately heart eyes listening to this guy describe all of this while expertly lacing a ballgown corset and getting clips in place so it fits right and before he knows it Steve is leading him to where Robin and the band are waiting

The guys are immediately all giving Looks (derogatory) but can't describe what's wrong until Robin looks at Eddie and asks if he's adverse to negative feedback

Eddie is like "???? No, I guess???"

And is just even more confused when Robin goes, "No. Really, think about it."

So when he says it's fine Robin pushes Steve forward and tells him to let loose. Eddie is surprised cuz Steve is so sweet? How could he possibly be mean? And then Steve just holds nothing back like "the color washes you out, that beading makes your chest look uneven, the ballgown is actually a horrible silhouette on you because you just look uncomfortable having so much dress hanging off you"

And he says it all with this little popped out hip and slightly pursed mouth and raised eyebrow and it's so so bitchy and Eddie is fucking in love okay, he's gone, he needs to make fun of other people with Steve immediately

But also he's a gremlin so he's like "can a guy even look good in a wedding dress tho, like, does it matter?"

And Robin immediately jumps in like "of course it does you plebian especially if you want the music video to be any good"

This leads to Eddie and the guys not believing them so Robin and Steve share A Look and they do love proving people wrong so they're both like "bet" and tell Eddie to wait there

Cue them grabbing a sample dress (click to see what I'm thinking literally this is such a pretty dress holy shit) from their collection, putting Steve in it, and then showing it off

Eddie is dead. Immediately. Steve's arms? His legs? His chest? His confident little smirk as he spins in front of them?? 4 braincells dead and 28 injured in Eddie’s head

Anyway he literally ends up on his knees begging Steve to be in the music video, Steve agrees cuz he thinks Eddie is hot and funny, and CC fans lose their shit over the bride and his dress in the music video, especially when he and Eddie kiss at the end after the revenge murdering

[s1llydr3amscape]

LET ME OUT

Looks like someone failed the captcha test to many times!

Anyways I always wanted to doodle this specific pose from Toyless' animation why because I can :]

Extras under the cut :

This was the specific screenshot I based the pose off I love hands grabbing head!!! :

The original video ^ (I'll be real with yall I was shocked the original song was poppy playtime because my only experience with it was that all my baby cousins loved that franchise. And they would show me vids off it at family gatherings because I was the babysitter. One of em even debated me abt fnaf like chill out bro you weren't even born when it came out!!!!!)

Glitchtrap rambling time woohoo let's go!!!!

-I redrew em again because I think I'm almost 100% happy with its design!!!! Like I don't wanna change their face so much because the way his face is shaped is my fave!!! Like they have the same style of muzzle as sonic characters!!!!!! I just made it rounder cuz its their early days before this au lore

-I just wanna achieve the unnaturalness with their design. Like they don't belong here. They want to get out. LET HIM OUT. type vibe basically like that's why it has like those kind off teeth instead off the rabbit ones. They get those later in the au.

-I fucking love Glitchtrap so much you don't understand they're so peak!!!!!! I jokingly hate him because I despise what it did to Vanny.

-I was a fan since day 1 bro is just so unique like woah a non animatronic for a change?!?!? STRAIGHT UP A FURSUIT!??!?! Color me impressed!!! I love zooming on it its model and seeing everyy little detail!!! Like omg bro is crying and drooling on the suit!!!!! There's also a patch of uneven stitching pattern on the top of their head compared to their mostly symmetrical design!!!

-I was so fixated on em like my level of obsession for him was bad bad!!!! Like yeah it was still there when Vanny came around during the curse of Dreadbear DLC but you don't understand it surpassed all my Foxy art!!! The first fnaf character I fixated on!?!?? Like what and yall can ask my IRLS bro had lots n lots of art!!!!! I have so much trad art of glitchy it's embarassing!!! Atleast I improved tbh!!

-I just really really loved the fan animations were bro got to time travel to the older fnaf animations and fuck em up!!!! Causing them all to glitch out like hello PEAK!?!?!?! No im not biased to rabbit characters with whiskers shhhhh... SHHH...

-Because I know all those animations already and it's like omg omg OMG Glitchtrap kinda expanded my music taste imma be fr... Fnaf autism is so bad I omfg I only listened to fnaf songs and the only time I listened to other franchises songs is because someone animated fnaf over it... like yeah I was an animation meme kid but even then I only remember the lyrics and titles to songs if I saw fnaf on them (cringe!!!!) So yeah thank u Glitchtrap <33333

-I think Malhare is the cooler name but the Glitchtrap name is cool too because when the names end in trap like this it makes me think they're like warrior cats adjacent. So in this one they just fluctuate between either Malhare or Glitchtrap

-Also another reason he's my super fave is because my brain predicted it's gloop form!!!!

-Like no joke literally the same character I dreamt about during the early days before Princess Quest.

-Except mine was a shadow like the shadow animatronics. More wispy than gloopy. I think the reason I dreamt it was because Shadow Toy Chica and fan made shadow animatronics were getting popular!! But legit same character and colors!!!!!!!

-Just a big dark mass with purple eyes surrounding it like literally the same character my brain came up with and I'm just wow <3333 minus the fact my design had really big giant swirly white eyebrows

-However my Shadow Glitchtrap was kinda more wack to say the least. Like heheheh cuz Glitchtraps a fursuit there's no denying that I changed the dream design a bit. In my old Glitchtrap designs they'd have a zipper and so what would happen was they'd unzip and flip their insides into outsides to reveal the Shadow Glitchtrap thing which was hiding inside them.

-Like those plushies that you can unzip to reveal a different plushie design basically!!!!

-TBH I prefer Glooptrap because yeah!!!!! Amalgamation of hate let's go!!!!!! I think with how gloopy he is its just fun to draw I love the fact that the weird Glitchtrap blockers look like that it fits too much with my own preestablished AU lore.

-I feel like Glitchtrap turns into Glooptrap from like the seams of their suit. Like you see that each part the suit got stitched just turn black as black liquid pours out like ohhh that shit haunted!!!! Bursting outta the seams like oh this guy has no one inside they're all just black sludge!!!!

-In this AU specifically (The one with my millions of Vanny designs) is actually a spoof fnaf AU where everyone lives!!! Like I have 3 AUs technically one of them being the fnaf cast in my oc world where they become my ocs basically called Rabbit City. My other one which is my more serious canon adjacent fnaf AU where no silly stuff or shipping happens, and it's just more overall following my own formed understanding of the canonicity and the series of events with me trying to keep the animatronics more game accurate (I dont think ive posted any of that here due to me feeling like my style limits the nit and grit I wanna go with it). And this one I mainly post on here where everything is just silly and bends to my command and everyone lives because I love everyone <333333 Literally playing with my toys type AU where I do what I want which is why a million vanny designs are in this AU specifically. I usually tag it as this 🦭🩷🐇🐰🐇🐰🐇🐰🐯 because the original name of this au is self indulgent and I'm embarrassed but it's too iconic to change it.

-Glitchtrap in this AU is just much more goofy and silly infecting people like a zombie virus and possessing them for his own gain. Weird eldritch horror that came out of a fnaf fangame. Anything goes in this AU so if I wanna make Glitchtrap a mind controlling zombie warlock wizard so be it!!!! Sorry I love zombies soo much you will have to take this trope out of my cold dead hands!!!!! I love rot!!!

-That's why it's wrinkly because they too me are like a rotten banana (Even though his associated smell to me is lemongrass). Imagine squeezing a banana still with it's skin on. That's how I imagine bro turns into glooptrap if they didn't open the zipper in time. Also because I love the design trope of rotting and withering sue me. I love when the flesh sags across the body. Wrinkles are great bro theyre so real!!!!! Also because back then people kept drawing him as skinny as a twig??? Even though they have fat??? So I made them fatter mostly because like I love the gloop part of it hiding inside <3333

-They're more green pink and purple because imma be real my fave color combo ever <33333

-I wanna do an xray piece with them soon to show their insides but I'm still uncertain if I have the art prowess to concoct it exactly like how I envision it yet. Like I need to squash and scretch them more. They need to look more decrepit and horrible!!!!! something like the unknown from dbd!!!!

-They can't actually emote properly stuck in a permanent smile

-Glithctrap and Vanny’s dynamic is like Lord Hater and Commander Peepers in this one. There's more character adjacent to the dynamic between them concocted in my head but I wanna draw a comic abt it :]

-Like yeah one second they're besties and the next they're at each other's throats ready to strangle eachother. Vanny reluctantly trying to help him at first like how she was first called.

-Oh also in this specific AU Glitchtrap isn't connected to William in the slightest more just it's own thing!!!!

-He's like an AI that wants to be human. It believes it is human. They've mimicked people too much that they don't know what they are anymore. Or what it wants anymore. What do they want.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

forced

a/n: yes this is forced proximity trope. Yes it’s overused. And yes I do in fact love it with my heart and soul. Also this is very rushed cuz I don’t have time for all that build up 😒 and I’m not proof-reading this.

minors DNI

graves and you HATED each other. He always snapped at you, and you never planned on listening. Any time you two managed to even be in the same barrack as each other, hell broke loose, yelling and curses directed at one another being common even on mission since you were the only two commanders on base.

you never listened. It grinds his gears and made him wish he could just look into your head and see why you were so stubborn. But the closest to that he could get was being stuck with you in the training room. Alone. And locked because of some soldiers who decided to pull a prank.

of course he was utterly livid, the feeling of rage filling his mind as he sat in utter silence. Glaring at you from across the room.. yet a deep warm burn coiling around him at the thought of being along, in a room with you, with nobody else around. He could feel himself wanting to fidget or get out of here so bad, the only issue is he couldn’t find out why he was so pissed to begin with.

lost in thoughts; his mind wandered to things that could have pushed him into disliking you, your voice- your stubbornness to keep your men safe- your body under the communal showers? Now he was just being silly! His face flushed bright red when you snapped his back to reality by slipping right beside him silently

“well I think this was your fucking faul-“ he muttered before he was cut off by the feeling of your lips deeply against his, letting out a whimper at the shockingly warm feeling of you pressing him against the wall of the training room. Clearly you were just as pent up as him.

“what was that, graves? Are you gonna complain about being in a room alone with me?” You teased as you tugged down his boxers till his half hard cock sprang out. already leaking pre-cum which you tapped a finger on, making him writhe before he was quickly shut up by the feeling of one of your digits sliding into him without a single warning.

you could barely even prep him before he was begging, grinding against your fingers in search of more as his walls fluttered around your digits and soft pleas and cut off ‘ah’ sounds falling from his lips. His body basically begging for you to just slide into him, begging for anything you could give him as he felt your fingers slide out with a whine, replaced with garbled moans as he felt your girth fill him up- enough that he could swear it was in his throat.

He could barely manage to stroke himself to the thrusts you had set, uneven and without a single rhythm for him to catch up on. Managing to abuse his prostate till he was hazy with stimulation and his cock twitching in his grasp. He could feel his eyes roll up every time you bucked into him, shivers of pleasures rolling over him and accompanied by choked sobs and moans tumbling from his bruised lips. He could barely even think by the time he felt your load paint his walls white. The cold feeling of it dripping out of him just making him whine.

“looks like I win this argument, hm? Isn’t that right?” He could hear you chuckle, cleaning him up with a towel from the training room equipment. Your breath hot against his back.

“y-yeah commander.” He grumbled as he pulled up his boxers. To find the door unlocked- which meant even worse for him, that the shadows had walked in and peaked.

[stinmybubs]

"I Want you Pt.2" NSFW

AN: Hi hi!! Thank you all so so much for the love on my last post, this one was planned out a tiny bit more but tbh I just want to skip to the sex at one point sooo Teehee. (I also decided to spell his name with the gou lol.)

18+!! Please Minors DNI! Please and thank you! I’m not too good at drawing sex scenes tbh! So I hope this’ll be okay I’ll practice more!

AFAB! Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Warnings!!: Degrading!! LONGER THAN PT.1

Pt. 1 here!

Bakugou was livid. Not only was every other boy in the class able to get a peek at your ass, but you keep purposely putting yourself out there for everyone to see. Of course he didn’t want anyone to look at what he wanted. What was his. But of course, you weren’t his yet though.

Bakugou found the best way to punish you, to tease back. Maybe leave some soft touches on your body here and there, getting you to want him, crave him, and only think of him.

So, as the time passed in the gym he plotted how he was going to go about this without being caught by everyone else. But seems fate had something in store for the two of you, because you could have perfect timing.

“Fuck I need more water…” you groaned, begging for time to go faster. As you grabbed your water bottle your good friend Uraraka waved to you, quickly walking over to you with her beautiful smile on her face.

“Where ya goin? We have like 20 more minutes.” The wide eyed girl asked, curiously looking at you.

“Well, I need more water if I’m gonna survive anymore of this…or I’ll pass the fuck out.” You say, wiping your forehead with your towel as the girl chatted it up with you before letting you go refill your water.

As you make your way out the hall and to the water fountain, you can’t help but think about how sexy Bakugou looked working out. His skin glistening perfectly on his muscles, oh and the way his pecs just looked so perfect, the way he would lift up his shirt from time to time to reveal his abs. Oh god. He was so hot.

You thought about how his rough hands would feel on your body. How’s he would grab you by the waist, he honestly could easily pick you up without and issue. You gulp as you put the water bottle underneath the faucet of the water fountain. Not realizing how you were rubbing your thighs together and your breathing became uneven.

“Whatcha’ thinkin’ of? Hm?”

The voice made your heart sink. Feeling a sudden weight behind you, his hands grabbing the water fountain to trap you in front of him.

“N-nothing… I’m just thinking how long the workout out is!” You pant, your heart racing as he pressed against your back.

“Really? That’s all? Cuz yer sure was showin off a ton back there..” he leaned in to your ear, the feeling of his breath on your neck and ears made you shudder.

“I-…I don’t know what you mean Bakugou.” You try your best to keep yourself together. Oh how you wanted to just melt underneath him and let him take you right then and there.

“Hm…you think I don’t notice? Yer’ little stares? Ya’ pathetic attempts at teasing me?” He puts the thin skin of the tip of your ear between his teeth, nibbling it slightly. You let out a small whimper, omg. It’s finally happening! You shut your eyes prepared anticipating his next move.

Nothing. As hot as his pressure was, you didn’t realize he was gone. What the fuck? Was I imagining or was that real? Am I going crazy over this man? You panic internally realizing how hot your body was. Fuck, i gotta go home. With that you did not care if you all had 20 minutes left on the clock, you were all hot and bothered and needed some relief.

“Fuck…” you quickly fidget with your keys, trying to get your room door open. “Why isn’t it working?” You hiss, taking the keys out to examen them. Wrong key. You accidentally grabbed the nearest key next to your water bottle instead of your own. The worst part is. It was Bakugou’s keys.

“Oh my god, you got to be kidding me…” your heart began to race, thinking of your last interaction with the guy.

“Oi. You got something that’s mine.” The familiar voice seen shivers up your spine, your heart dropping as you turned around to look at the blonde. “Haha…seems I do” you awkwardly laugh, watching him walk over to you, he had a towel wrapped around his neck with one hand holding one side and behold his other hand. A key.

“And I’m guessing that’s my key?” You point to the key in his hand. He nods, a small smirk entering I face. Oh how handsome he was up close. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, it’s like you were entranced for a moment, watching a bead of sweat drip down his face and off his chin. Oh how you saw his grin grow wider.

“Quite ya’ starin.” He uses his free hand that was once holding his towel to flick your forehead.

“Ow, sorry! Sorry…may I have my key back?” You looked back him, making eye contact for a split second before he made a ‘hm’ noise. His body shifted closer to you, pressing your back against your dorm door. The dangled the key over your head as he leaned one arm against the door.

“Come earn ya’ keys back pretty.” He once again flicked your forehead, grabbing his own keys out your loose hands and walked away.

You were freaking I out. What did he mean? Why did he do that? What the FUCK is going on? So many question filled your flustered head. Omg, omg omg, omg!! Your face burning red.

Katsuki waited patiently in his room, leaning against his own bed, staring at the keys he had in front of him. You were taking fucking forever, all that teasing and no guts to back it up made him snicker.

Knock knock

Finally. Opening the door to see you standing there, your face all flushed red. Cute. He thought, letting you into his dorm, grabbing your keys and throwing them somewhere.

“What took ya’ so long? Fucking thought you pussied out of wanting me.” He grabbed your face, making you look into his eyes. “I uh…was nervous?” You questioningly stated. Your heart racing. His room smelt so good.

"So uh...how do I earn my keys back Bakugou?" You nervously asked as he let your face go, blushing at how big his hands were. The boy hadn't answered you yet, but oh you got your answer when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him.

"B...Bakugou? Why-" you were cut off by Bakugou pressing his lips onto yours, moving the hand that was on your wrist to your waste to pull your body closer to him and the other pressing your head deeper into the kiss.

You were in shock, your eyes wide making eye contact with katsuki. Soon you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Fuck. You never knew kissing could feel so good, it got hot so fast it felt like the room was on fire. Your kiss with bakugou soon became sloppy as he effortlessly picked you up by the waist, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he moved you over to his bed.

Katsuki released himself from the kiss, you let out a small whine because the kiss felt so fucking good you never wanted it to stop. questingly looking up at him, you noticed that devilish smirk on his face. "Wha-AT" You squealed as he tossed you onto his bed.

"What the fuck Bakugou!?" You shout, super confused on what's going on. Trying to sit up you feel your legs being grabbed and pried open by his hands. "W-Wait!" You shout, trying to stop him from removing your shorts.

"I-...I haven't showered yet I might stink." You shyly try to close your legs back up but he was just too strong, keeping them open. "I don't care. And stop calling me Bakugou...ya' know what we're about to do and ya' still keep saying the wrong name. It's Katsuki." He gently slapped your hand away from you trying to remove his hands.

You gulp, completely surrendering yourself to his will, watching as he slowly removed your shorts. you could already feel how wet you were through your own panties and were extremely embarrassed because you knew he was gonna tease you about this.

"Wow...this we for me? Or was it when ya' decided to give the whole class a show hm..? " The feeling of of one of his fingers pressing against your soaked panties, at this point the panties didn't even matter, you felt how he rubbed his fingers against you fold causing you to let out a small moan.

Katsuki couldn't wait any longer, all the teasing and the thoughts he had of you all building up to this moment. Fuck you looked so hot laying on his bed, face all flushed and completely surrendered to him.

Katsuki removed you panties effortlessly, tossing them aside not caring where they landed, fuck. This is really happening. You felt Katsuki’s fingers slowly slip into you, your slick already making wet noises which made you really embarrassed.

Katsuki watched you, he watched as your body convulsed and your face contort as his fingers moved in and out of your pussy.

“K-…Katsu please.” You look at him with pleading eyes, his fingers felt so good, but of course you wanted more. And you knew he wanted more too. “Ya’ want me that bad huh?” He chuckled leaning himself further between your legs, his fingers still doing their job as his face got closer to yours.

“Why should I give a slut like you my dick?” He questioned, you barley able to answer him over the feeling of his thick, touch fingers pounding into your pussy. “C-cuz…please?” You beg, your eyes slightly welling up with tears of desperation. You’ve never felt so hot and needy in your life.

Katsuki hummed at your expression, he could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, his mind being clouded with lust. Finally having you laying in his bed, it felt like a dream.

Katsuki removed his sweatpants and boxers swiftly, ready to feel you. Of course he couldn’t think properly, not even caring to get a condom…not like he had one in the first place, him being a virgin. He was simply acting on instinct and desire.

You try your best to brace yourself, trying to get a peak at his dick. You couldn’t really due to his tank top dropping a bit far where you could only make out a bit of it, and boy was he bigger than you thought he would be.

His dick wasn’t huge, it was the perfect size about 6.5-7 inches and hell was he pretty girthy. This made your anxiety peak a little. Will that hurt? Well the only thing that’s been inside your body until this moment has been your fingers. So yeah pretty sure it’s gonna hurt.

“Look at me.” You heard the blonde boy growl, one of his free hands forcing you to look up at him, making eye contact the whole time he slowly put in his dick.

“Ah..! Katsu-…it hurts!” You hiss in pain, feeling his dick stretch out your walls. He simply groaned, stopping a little bit to make sure you adjust to him. “Fuck.” Katsuki leaned in to kiss you, trying to help distract you from the pain as he slid the rest of his dick inside you.

You moan into his mouth, deepening the kiss as you felt even more pain writhe throughout your body. Soon the pain easing into a more pleasurable feeling. Oh you felt so full.

“Kats..!” You separate the kiss, leaving a string of saliva from one another’s lips. “You can…you can move” you struggle to say. Katsuki didn’t waste anytime, slowly he started moving his hips. He was trying his best to hold himself back, but you were so fucking tight and he just wanted to ravage you.

Slowly his thrusts became faster, leaving you a moaning mess as your vision became a bit blurred. Oh how you didn’t regret teasing Katsuki at all if it all means he wanted you this badly as well.

“Fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed looking back into your blurred eyes, loving how pathetic you looked underneath him. “Ya’ look like a whore.” Katsuki’s comment made you feel something, you never thought you’d like anything like that but his comment turned you on even more.

“Ya’ like that huh? Like being called a fucking whore and slut.” You gulp, nodding your head profusely as he kept fucking your pussy.

“Katsu…please! More!” You beg, you couldn’t help but give up your own will because you just felt so good. “Beggin like a fucking whore…ya’ so fuckin perfect for me.” Bakugou kissed you, a rough and sloppy kiss.

You felt like a fucking pornstar as you stared at the ceiling when he kissed you, feeling closer and closer towards your climax. Fuck…thought I’d last longer. You admitted to yourself.

Immediately you remove yourself from the kiss, letting out pathetic moans, “gonna…cum!~” you shout, wrapping your legs around his waist trying to trap his dick inside you.

“Fuckin cum ya’ slut.” Throwing your head back in pleasure, you could feel your legs violently shake as you finally came. Katsuki stopped, looking at your pathetic state and with a lick of his lips he lifted one of your legs over his shoulders.

“Wh…what…?” You question, barley able lift your head to see what he’s doing.

“I haven’t cum yet…” he gave you his signature smirk.

Oh fuck. You were in for a long night.

AN: This took me a lot longer to complete than I liked it to. I got stuck at the sex scene because I just forgot how to write it. So I’m trying to practice on smut again! I hope you all enjoyed it I am sick rn so I will proof read this later! Thank you so much for all the love!! Xoxo Stinmybubs.

[eyesxxyou]

Hobie Headcanons

↳ ❝ [mix of sfw and nsfw because I've been thinking alot] ¡! ❞

❝ sfw ❞

Hobie is Jamaican British and you can't change my mind. He uses Jamaican slang in the movie and some of punk culture takes from Jamaican culture. When he feels very big emotions, his accent definitely comes out whether he wants it too or not.

Did all his piercings himself. Has a keloid behind one of his ears because of it. It's a miracle most of his piercings haven't been infected or rejected.

His starter locs were terrible. He thinks it's the most embarrassing part of his loc journey. The length was uneven and he had to start over 3 different times. For a while he did have regular locs before letting them do their own thing and become freeform.

Has siblings. Two sisters, one older, one younger, and he loves them to death. Would go to hell and back for them. They're partially the reason why he's so comfortable in himself and his own masculinity. Why he's all "fuck Capitalism, patriarchy, and society in general" because he wants to live in a world where this sisters and every woman can walk down the street feeling safe, get paid equal to men in their jobs, etc

Undiagnosed autistic and I say this as a unofficially diagnosed autistic. His special interests are politics, punk bands, and My Little Pony (blame his sisters).

Gets matching nails with his s/o. Let's you paint his nails and do nail art and all of that. Let's you do his make up too, a full face beating if you want. A little bit of a simp

Definitely has a type. Earthy spiritual black people who wear crystals in their hair, wear layers of necklaces and bracelets, flowy ankle length shirts and tube tops, gold rings and waist beads layered on top of each other (definitely not saying this cuz it's an exact description of me) love a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy

❝ nsfw ❞

Has a dick piercing (and no he didn't do that one on his own). Either a Prince Albert or a magic cross. It was a haphazard decision he just decided on and BOY was it painful but he feels cool as fuck now and it makes you feel all the better.

Has nipple piercings too. Just thought they looked sick. Only downside is that they took a long time to heal and wearing a shirt for the first few weeks was literal hell.

LOVES giving oral regardless of sex. Adores the sounds he can draw from you with just his tongue and his fingers. Has you cumming in minutes. His fingers are perfect for it, long and slender, and his tongue is godly (he also has a tongue piercing).

His moto is save a horse, ride a cowboy. Loves getting rode, watching you bounce on his cock however you'd like with your hands on his chest for support. He'll hold your hips, trace patterns on your skin while praising you. "Ya look so pretty, luv. Keep goin', jus' like tha'."

Loves eye contact during sex at all time. "Keep ya eyes open fa' me, luv. Can you do tha'? Yeah, tha's righ'." He likes the intimacy of it, makes the act more special.

Might be a controversial opinion but I think Hobie's polyamorous. Or at least open to the idea of an open relationship. He doesn't get jealous easily and trusts you wholeheartedly so he's be okay with something like that. If that's not what you want, he's totally okay with that as well. On the up side, threesomes ;)

[jikjinz]

★﹐cause i'm like: yes & no ．﹗﹑

anonymous asked: I... I might need a Junkyu/Doyoung hard smut.... I can't get out of my Dokyu brain rot this is killing me😭 ESP WITH JUNKYU'S NEW BLONDE HAIR??? Anyways I love your writing I'm glad I found your account.

cw: k.doyoung x fem!reader x k.junkyu, smut, dom!junkyu, switch!doyoung, sub!reader; threesome, porn with little to no plot; (now bear with me) masturbation, handjob, blowjob (m!receiving); one (1) pussy slap; oral, fingering (f!receiving), hickeys, multiple orgasms, question about safe word & discussion about it mentioned; praise & pet names (princess, good girl, pretty one); double p-in-v penetration, creampie, mention of birth control pills; finger sucking; lmk if i missed something cuz for sure i did)

wc: too much (aka 2,450 in total)

note: i wrote it with my pussy and yall have to deal with it. also it's my first threesome i have ever written so go easy on me or smth; imma disappear for some more but leave nice asks about this piece, reblog it and comment how good it is (if is)

“what?”

okay, that’s not how you intended on spending the evening. you came to your friends’ apartment for some notebooks and what-not you left there last time, and now? it’s a mess.

this can’t be true. you just misheard it, imagined it, or it’s the unholy amount of caffeine kicking it. because there’s no fucking way you heard your friend moaning your name. right?

oh no. the door to doyoung’s room is slightly open, and the whimpers and moans definitely sound like him. but there’s just no way he’s jacking off to you! so you gather up your guts, knock a few times on the opened door and move them out of your way so you can bust in the room-

“you nasty little bitch.”

it sounds terrible; these words aren’t good for describing other people unless you want to disgrace them… and there you are, speaking like that, with a smile on your face, lust in your eyes, and a slowly growing wet patch in your lower underwear. you chuckle quietly, waiting for any reaction from doyoung.

“do you need any help?” trying to get something out of him, any sign that you can or cannot stay in the room, you try asking, and-

“uh-huh!”

“but i need to know what to do, little one,” you tease him, closing the door to his room, and going to his desk, by which he’s sitting. turning his chair so doyoung is facing you, one hand placed on the desk and your other hand reaches for the hem of doyoung’s boxers. “what do you want from me? what can i do to make you-”

“fuck me finally.”

taken aback by little, you smile brightly at this straightforward information. but that’s what you need, actually! now you know what to do, and… you’re more than happy to oblige.

you pull his boxers down enough so you can see, touch, and be surprised by the view. impressive length with a leaking tip that would make you gag for sure; that’s why you choose to use your hand. slowly, you take it in your palm; as you do it with extreme care, doyoung still jolts at the slight touch. you chuckle and give him a few slow strokes, smearing the precum all over it; you smile at his cute reactions, the way his lips part, the way he tries to maintain eye contact despite the blissful feeling. leaning in for a kiss, you can’t help but chuckle between the meetings of your lips. as you swallow all his moans, you stroke him for the last time, moving your thumbs across his tip; that’s what sends him through the edge. doyoung still thrusts into your hand, while you help him through the ecstatic feeling.

“umm-”

you turn around really fast, almost snapping your neck. you chuckle though, seeing your other friend and doyoung’s roommate, junkyu, standing at the entrance to the room.

“i- might need- help- as well.” junkyu mumbles out and laughs awkwardly, face flushed and breath uneven. since you were leaning a bit, you stand up properly again and look at both of your friends, stare switching from junkyu to doyoung.

“and what if i need help, too?” though you joke in a way, that’s actually a bit true; not only did you have soaked underwear already but the thought of taking both your friends, not in a fight, makes your head spin. laughing quietly to bring yourself to reality, you take a few steps back, to doyoung’s bed, where you plop. “i can help you both if you will help me. deal?”

both of them choke on air; junkyu almost passes out, weak in the knees, yet he still sprints in your direction. doyoung also throws himself on the bed, where you all talk first. the safe word and a few other things are being talked through, until everything is settled down; that’s when both junkyu and doyoung snap.

it looks like they are crazy beasts in human disguise, yet they still have some restraints. and it’s a nice turntables situation; the usually soft junkyu is now rough and dominant, while usually-tough and cocky doyoung is now a needy little bunny.

all of you practically rip and throw your shirts, pants, and everything you have on yourselves soon lands on the floor. both of your friends’ eyes spark with excitement, as they really wanted to do that from a long time. and seeing you getting desperate for them both is making them lose their minds.

“stay still, pretty one.” junkyu commands, as he’s laying you on the verge of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he kneels in front of your glistening entrance. then, he points at doyoung. “if you keep on sucking him off, without squirming around, you’ll get a reward, got it?”

“uh-huh.” the dreamy tone of yours has both junkyu and doyoung in a straight-up chokehold. it was really hard for them to believe that their usually tough and intimidating friend will be so putty in their hands, let alone you’ll be so fucking wet for them.

sex isn’t new to any of you, yet a sexual experience like that IS new to all of you three. so a lot of mistakes, bumping into one another, and whatnot other ‘fails’ happen. yet, the adrenaline and excitement of this happening is so big that none of you care about some mishaps.

after you finally set a comfortable position, you start to take care of doyoung. first, some gentle pumps, even though he’s already hard again. then, kitten licks and kisses all across his length that have him whimpering already. you can see him getting impatient but those nice sounds flowing from past his lips are like a banger to your ears.

but then you get a light smack. and this time it’s you who whines.

“suck him off finally, pretty one. or you won’t get the reward.” junkyu warns, hand flat on your pussy, massaging the slit that he just slapped. the desire in his eyes makes them so dark, and the demanding stare he gives you makes you mewl like a sad puppy. as he’s hurrying you with his stare, you give him last sad look and finally give in your all to suck the batshit from doyoung.

giving his dick one final and long lick from his shaft to the tip, you start to take him in your mouth. it’s weird, sucking him off from underneath; you’re laying on the bed, back on the sheets, and only legs hanging off from the side of it. as junkyu is between them, doyoung stands over your by the other side of the bed, making you see him upside-down. you’ve never done it like that but it seems exciting, so you get off to work almost immediately.

almost immediately doyoung loses his composure when you slowly take him all in your mouth.

piece by piece, but you manage to fit his impressive length, gagging only a little; taking your time, you relax a bit and manage to bob your head, dick in and out of your mouth, helping yourself with your hand. doyoung tries really hard to stay still, and you have to praise him for that; you do everything in your power to give him the best suck he can ever have and he ever had.

but then you moan, vibrating air causing doyoung to shiver in bliss. why?

because junkyu starts to eat you out.

slowly, he first licks across your slit to taste the slick seeping out of your pussy. he chuckles to himself at the taste, giving you a quick look before he devours you completely. his tongue lands on your clit, swirling around it like a pair of lovers dancing around the ballroom; his tongue, lustful yet calm and dedicated, dances with your clit that’s slowly losing the rhythm to get lost in the beautiful feeling of desire.

pleasure gets to your head soon, moaning even louder despite the dick stuffed in your mouth. as you move your head, your hand starts to feel sore; that’s when you only use your mouth and tongue, and holy shit, doyoung couldn’t be more than happy when your nose touched his balls.

“i’m- i’m gonna-!” he starts but doesn’t finish the sentence; rather, he finishes inside your mouth, spurts of white creamy liquid all over your tongue, mouth, and lips, when he takes his dick out of your warm mouth, splashing the remaining cum on your lower face and cleavage. doyoung pants, huffs, and tries to calm down from the hill of heavens you take him to; your comforting touch on his waist is not helping exactly how it should. “fuck it, princess- you’re- you’re so good, fuck-”

“good girl.” junkyu chuckles right into your pussy, where he’s still feasting. you try to muffle your moans by biting on your lips, but the pleasure is too much; you end up with lips parted, nose scrunched, eyes tightly shut, completely lost in the feeling of junkyu in your cunt. he’s still sucking on your clit, making out with your lower lips, as doyoung starts to suck on your nipples, leaving hickeys all around your chest.

“fu- fuck-!” you have nothing else on your mind than your body being toyed with, two men playing with you for you, and the circulating thoughts of the situation as of now is making you lose your shit as well. “fuck- fuck, make me- make me cum, please-”

“such a good girl-” junkyu says to himself, taking mental pictures and notes of you and things you’re capable of. though he’s not the one to disobey such a pretty princess, he’s taking his time with making you release. he quickly makes up his mind, sucking harsher and lapping faster, causing you to cum in seconds.

with one hand in junkyu’s hair, you unconsciously pull on his, riding your high on his face, with the other hand deep in doyoung’s hair, causing him to moan into your lips, as you make out with him for a few seconds. and they let you since the view of the mess you’re becoming is worth it.

panting heavily, you finally let go of their hair. all of you are smiling, still drunk on the pleasure. none of you is done yet; the fun has just begun.

“we have to prepare you, right?” junkyu coos, shifting places so now you’re laying on top of him, back flat on his chest, facing excited doyoung. junkyu keeps you in place, arms around your waist and chest, fingers playing with your sore nipples and going lower to your pussy. then, he looks at doyoung and nods, causing the younger one to get closer, you two.

“you’re pretty like that, you know?” doyoung starts, eyes fixed on you. he does not dare to look away, even though his finger is exploring the warm pussy of yours. a soft moan escapes past his lips when your gummy walls clench on him so deliciously.

you’re getting weak. not only in the knees, causing both of the men to keep you in place; your mind is giving up as well.

“look at you,” junkyu starts, a devilish smirk on his face you’d never expected to see. “already giving up, and it’s just the beginning… but you will take it, right? you’ll take it like a good girl-”

weak “yes, yes” and “uh-huh” are all you can form when doyoung pushes in the second finger, joined with junkyu’s one. your hips wiggle on their own, instinct kicking in. and when they thrust a few more times, you cum again, screaming both their names slurred together.

as they let you ride your high, you don’t register much already. only when their fingers disappear from inside you, you whine at the sudden empty feeling.

“shh, it’s okay, we got you,” junkyu shushes you with a few sloppy kisses, swallowing your mewls and other cute sounds. “light?”

“green.”

“good girl,” junkyu responds, almost combusting. with the last bits of self-control, he slides his length into your glistening entrance. as you gasp and then moan softly, he lets you adjust to his dick for a few seconds. first few thrusts are slow and deep; until doyoung is pushing his dick inside you as well.

you’re full. both their dicks feel so good inside your gummy walls that you go non-verbal for a short while. the splitting feeling in your lower stomach doesn’t burn for too long, and as you get used to the fullness, you start thrusting your hips as well.

“fuck, taking it- way better than- i imagined,” junkyu laughs, his hips thrusting deeply, at a steady pace. you don’t answer, mind without any single coherent thought; your brain can register only the feelings the two of your friends provide. all you can do is just mewl some mumbo-jumbo about how good it feels, which makes both doyoung and junkyu laugh. that’s when doyoung gains some self-confidence.

“already dumb? it didn’t take you- long, princess.” he says, though his confident words don’t really match with his erratic thrusts, fast ones, as he’s some bunny in heat. “fuck-! i’m gonna- i’m gonna-”

your pussy is sucking their dicks in too well. there’s no way in hell doyoung would pull out, not when your velvety insides are taking him even deeper. all hail the fact that you’re on the pill and he can cum inside you as much as he wants.

“fuck- fuck, so good for us- i’m gonna-” junkyu mumbles under his breath as well, placing his hand on your chin to turn your head towards him, yet you take him off-guard. you start to suck on his thumb.

“you’re so- hot when you do that, princess,” doyoung can’t hide his amusement and excitement. you look too beautiful, fucked dumb so much that you start to suck on thumb almost unconsciously, with eyes rolling back to see your brains, that are already fucked out of your head.

as junkyu cums inside you as well, you can’t take it anymore. screaming and crying at the overwhelming pleasure, you throw your head back, eyes closed, only hips still moving, in attempt to chase a much-wanted high. and when you do, you’re almost powerless.

“it’s okay. you did so well, pretty girl. you’re really a good girl, an amazing one…” both junkyu and doyoung keep to talk you through the aftermath, as you lay on top of junkyu, limbs heavy, without enough power to lift them up. you’re breathing heavily, trying to calm down and to come back to your senses. and when the reality kicks in, you can’t help but laugh sincerely, giddy at the thought you had a threesome with your favourite boys.

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ok so I've had this in my memory for ages and i can so imagine Sweetheart having this as a tattoo on her back, like the angel wings tattoos that are the complete length of your back so and the crescent on her neck like oml like its barely visible from under her shirts and it just makes her neck look that much more delectable plus the contrast from the womb tattoo to the angel like wings is a sight to see, makes the boys go feral (especially soap once he sees it, he didn't notice before cuz he was too short lol)

IM GOING FERALLLLL

THIS IS AMAZING FOR SWEETS HOLY COW

The original idea was that she was going to have two pieces, high and low tattoos, the low one was something like this:

But then I scrapped that, and she was just gonna have a regular back tattoo (like a big one or one in the middle of her back), and it was gonna be something like this:

B U T that changed and the new idea was that the back tattoo was traveling on her body, like coming to her collarbone and neck, and coming down her arms (which is talked about in the 18+ Gaz ask), something like this:

BUT GOOODDDDDD YOURS IS SO SICK GREMLIN

Like I can see her getting it because a friend told her that it'll look so cool, not telling her what it means. (As you said, it looks like angel wings) and then that friend dies, not telling her the meaning. (Her friend told her to get it because Sweetheart is like an angel)

Sfw

(Just kinda sensual teehee)

Cw.: biblical talk (angels), so much praise, overstimulation (sweets cries), bit of angst and feels, (idk if this counts as angst? I'm still learning what's angst and what's not😭) soap is so down bad he's speaking in Scottish Gaelic-- it's translated by Google so I'm sorry beforehand! He talks so damn much, I went overboard 💀 the translation is at the end!

So skip ahead to the now, she's taking care of some wounds she got from a mission, with her shirt off and hair down, wrapping her ankle with concentrated eyes. She doesn't hear Soap knock on her door, and she doesn't hear his little gasp. She also doesn't hear him walk slowly towards her, but she does feel thick, warm fingers move some of her hair and trail down her back. She jolts, turning around abruptly. Her tense shoulders relax, seeing it's only her best friend.

She needs to be more vigilant.

"Jeez, Soap," She chuckles, "You scared me."

His eyes are wide, skin flushed with pink and breaths uneven.

"Tha mi duilich..." he mutters breathlessly. Sweetheart cocks an eyebrow. "Whatcha say?" Soap sucks in a breath and closes his eyes tightly. It's like he's telling himself something.

"Sorry, I'm - I said I'm sorry." Sweetheart nods, "Oh, that's cool! Is that like- Gaelic or somethin'?" Soap nods as if he's in a trance, eyes still focused on her back. Her glowing, hunched over back with the mark of an angel. It has to be. Different scars align on her skin, some in different lengths, some overlapping others, and many that are jagged.

But the beauty of the tattoo is still relevant.

Sweetheart calls out his name softly to get his attention but fails. His mind is hazy, and too many thoughts going through him. The waves of heat pulse on his skin and insides as he gets closer to her back.

Sweetheart doesn't feel comfortable, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable at the same time. She sees him get on his knees and reaches out for her, but freezes. He turns his head and shuts his eyes again, having mental turmoil with his actions. He stares into her eyes, asking her if he can touch it. Feel it.

Admire it.

Her eyes flutter, looking back at him one last time, she shifts her hair to one side, combing the curls with her hand, showing more of the tattoo that goes up to the nape of her neck and around her shoulders. Her actions speak a million words to him.

You can touch it. But please, be gentle.

She hears him whine- whine-- and his palms are clamping on her back immediately.

"Tha e cho breagha. Fuck, bidh thu mar bhàs dhomh, leanabh." His hand slides around to her tummy, tracing the heart to her womb tattoo since he remembers where it's located, engraved- burned-- into his memory. "Ach bheir thu air ais beò mi le seo," His voice is but a whisper over her back, the woman confused if he's talking to her or the tattoo. She feels plush lips where the blade is located. Oh god--

He's kissing it.

Sweetheart shivers, a whiny moan bubbling in her throat, but she covers her mouth with her shaky hand. She hears him mumble Gaelic again, but it doesn't feel like he's talking bad about it. It feels good, warm. Like he's praising it.

Worshipping it.

His other hand feels her skin all over her side, up her back till he reaches her shoulder. "Bha fios agam gu robh thu a 'falach rudeigin fo na turtlenecks sin, brèagha. Bha an corp seo an-còmhnaidh a’ falach rudeigin. Air do ghualainn," His fingers trail on the lines of the angel-like wings, "Air do ghualainn," They snake upwards and around, the pads feeling the bumps of scars and the outline of ink. "Suas do mhuineal."

Sweetheart whimpers, shivering under his touch. Her shoulders cave in, and she bends more forward. She feels his lips trail up her heated skin, wet with love and praise from the scotsman. She knew he loved her tattoos that she showed him, but she never thought he would do something like this.

Did he really like them that much? Did he really like her that much?

Soaps breath shudders on the halo, feeling her goosebumps form and hairs sticking up, hands raking up and down the spiked angel wings.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"I'm- I'm sorry...?" Why is she apologizing? She felt like she needed to apologize for something she did but didn't understand what he said. She was going to speak again, but the gentle lull of his shushing in her ear stopped her.

"Òr 's a tha mise air do chràdh agus an dubh a tha air do chorp naomh. Tha am peant dubh maireannach a th’ agad a’ toirt ort coimhead ethereal. Fuck, chan eil fhios agam carson a tha thu a’ còmhdach seo. Bidh thu a’ faighinn cho togarrach rium a h-uile uair a thig thu faisg orm, agus a bhith faicinn an ealain a th’ agad air do bhodhaig na urram ann fhèin. Tha do bhòidhchead tarraingeach, aingil. Chan eil fios agad dè an ìre de chumhachd a tha agad thairis air na fir a tha a 'coiseachd air an talamh seo."

If he keeps going, she's gonna pass out at this rate.

His growly, Scottish drawl always made Sweetheart heat up and melt. But this - this carnal, whispering preaching onto her skin - it's too much, overflowing her cup to the point that it spills all over the floor.

"Mar a chuirinn seachad mo làithean uile ag innse dhut mar a tha thu mar thiodhlac bho na nèamhan. Cha bhithinn leisg a dhol air mo ghlùinean agus mo dhìlseachd gu lèir a thoirt dhut a h-uile latha." He mumbles, lips talking against her skin like he's muttering scriptures to the ink.

With his blue eyes half-lidded, his hands slide down her shoulder blades and back up, his touch so gentle like feathers and silk, down to the small of her back, where the blade ends.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"Johnny..." Sweetheart calls out, mysterious want laced in her voice. She doesn't know why he acts like her tattoos are sacred. She doesn't know why she feels tears forming. Her eyes flutter back when his thumbs massage her hips.

He hums, "An ann air sgàth sin a fhuair thu seo? A chionn gu bheil thu bho na nèamhan? Tha e ciallach nam biodh tu. Archangel, a 'stiùireadh shaighdearan gu cogadh le do bhall-airm, ceannardas, agus làmh an uachdair."

Her breath hitches. Archangel?

Why did he say that?

He thinks she's an angel? One of the heavenly hosts, a dispenser of justice and bringer of hope.

Oh my God.

If he thinks that she's like an archangel, then that's the best compliment she has ever gotten.

She feels tears coming down her cheeks, the heavy feeling in her head and warmth coursing through her veins. She remembers when her old high school friend from home told her to get this piece as a tattoo since she had trouble figuring out what to get. She was so excited, kept asking her every day what it meant or what significance it had with Sweetheart, but all she kept saying was, "You'll figure it out."

Sweetheart asked sporadically when her friend was in the hospital. Her answer was always the same.

Sweetheart stopped asking completely when her friend was buried next to her family. She didn't give an answer anymore.

She covers her mouth again to stop a choked sob, tears streaming down her face.

Her friend knew.

"Fiù 's nuair a tha thu air do dhòrtadh ann am fuil an nàmhaid, tha thu fhathast a' seasamh àrd ann an neart, misneachail, nad ghlòir gu lèir. A ’coimhead thairis air a h-uile duine, a’ cuideachadh neach sam bith ann an fheum leis a ’ghàire radanta sin."

Soap knows.

"Ged nach fhaicear do sgiathan, bidh iad fhathast a 'deàrrsadh fon t-solas a tha a' gluasad bho do shàil. An dòchas agus an gaol a bheir thu do dhaoine ... bheir e orm tuiteam air do shon eadhon nas motha a h-uile uair."

And now Sweetheart knows.

He kisses her shoulders, neck, and spine- all the way down to the tip of the blade. He could kiss this skin forever, hearing her soft moans and whimpers. Soap hears her little hiccups and moves to face her. He tenderly cups her jaw and slowly lifts, seeing her big, glistening eyes look up at him. Her damp cheeks, creased eyebrows, and wobbling bottom lip melts his heart. He looks at her with such fondness and love in his eyes, Sweetheart is sure that she will pass away. He brushes her hair out of her face as if she's made out of the finest china.

"Oh, mo ghràidh, mo leannan."

He cranes his neck down, soft swollen lips meeting her forehead. Sweetheart's eyes close, clumped with tears, leaning into his kiss and clutching his hand.

"Mo aingeal dìon."

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Translation:

It's so beautiful. Fuck, you'll be the death of me, baby. But you'll bring me back to life with this. I knew you were hiding something under those turtlenecks, beautiful. This body was always hiding something. On your shoulders... Up your neck. I wish you didn't hide from me, my love. I love you all, and that will never change.

You have nothing to apologize for, my darling, my heart. Words can not describe how much I ache for you and the ink that's on your holy body. The black permanent paint you have makes you look ethereal. Fuck, I don't know why you cover this. You get me so excited every time you come near me, and to see the art you have on your body is an honor in itself. Your beauty is alluring, angelic. You don't know how much power you hold over the men that walk this earth.

How I would spend all my days telling you how you're a gift from the heavens. I would not hesitate to get on my knees and give my devotion to you every day.

Hmm, is that why you got this? Because you're from the heavens? It makes sense if you were. An archangel, guiding soldiers into war with your weapon, leadership, and dominant hand.

Even when drenched in the enemy's blood, you still stand tall in strength, confident, in all your pretty glory. Watching over everyone, helping anyone in need with that radiant smile.

Even though your wings are not seen, they still shine under the light that radiates from your halo. The hope and love you give people... it makes me fall for you even more every time.

My dear, my sweetheart.

My guardian angel.

Bonus.!

Bruh, I totally blocked out the others HAHA

They haven't seen it yet, but Soap boasts about it 24/7. He described it the best he can without giving anything away. But he talks consistently that he saw it and he touched it and-- other stuff.

He doesn't tell his team that he practically went to church on her back tattoo, but he sees how jealous they got so that's good enough for him. Thank God Krueger doesn't know.

[thesimpsbasement]

Found this forgotten in my notes app so here you go riddle fans [praying this actually works cuz it was not letting me post for the life of me]

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•Fandom:Twisted Wonderland

•Character:Riddle Rosehearts

•Author: Mod Betty

•Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort,reverse comfort, talk of abuse,reader has mommy issues,descriptions of a panic attack

•Reader is gender neutral

•Word count: 730 words

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The hallway was deathly silent…or at least for Riddle it was.He silenced all the cheerful smiles and chatter of his classmates as his mind was in turmoil. He didn't let it show or at least he tried but it was evident something was wrong and most people could guess why Riddle had such a sudden change in demeanor. His usual serious eyes,filled with determination are now dull,lifeless as if the light has been stripped from them.His body was slouched,lacking the confident posture of a queen. He didn't hear Trey or Cater's words of concern as he marched toward his room.The tension was heavy and unbearable. Once inside his room,he collapsed on the bed,the dread he's been feeling all day too heavy,leaving him unable to keep himself upright. His vision quickly blurs as tears form.With shaky hands he manages to dial your number.

“Oh hey Riddle,what's up?” Hearing your voice already did a lot to calm him down but it wasn't enough, he needed you,he needed to feel you,to see you,to know you're there. “____” he stuttered,fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he's unable to keep the facade. “Riddle!? What's going on? What happened?” You bombard him with questions but you realize you could easily overwhelm him so you halt with the questions. “P-please come to m-my..room” you could tell his breathing was uneven,his voice trembling as he sniffled.” On my way,just stay on the line till I get there” you say as you immediately rush out the door ,not caring that you're not in the most appropriate attire for a visit but it's nothing too bad so you'll be fine, your at home attire isn't your main concern as you bolt towards the Mirror Chambers.

It didn't take long for you to reach his room,with a soft knock you announced your arrival before opening the door and closing it behind you. Seeing Riddle huddled up on his bed,hair a mess,eyes red and puffy as tears still roll down his plush cheeks,his body shaking as his breathing hasn't gotten any calmer.You immediately rush to him,scooping him up in your arms,placing his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat.It always seemed to calm him down.The housewarden grips your shirt tightly as he sobs into your chest but you don't care about the tears and snot. “Shh Riddle…I'm here..I'm here” you cool,petting his hair softly. “Breathe with me alright, like we always do”. You guide him through many breathing exercises, it takes some time but eventually his breathing is back to normal.

Riddle's tears also die down.He doesn't look up at you yet,opting to lay on your chest,listening to your heartbeat once more. With a hoarse voice he spills out all his troubles. “I'm going to have to go back to mother” oh right…winter break is tomorrow. “I don't want to go back” he says,in a more quiet voice as he curls into you. “I know…I know” you pet his hair,something he'd grown to love on such moments. “I know she wants the best for me and for me to have a good future but it's just too much” Riddle confessed.He trusted you to vent about his mother, how he resents her much to his guilt. “But I still feel bad for having such thoughts” he mumbled, playing with the fabric of your shirt. “ I know but you shouldn't be,you have a right to be upset” you comfort him,knowing exactly what he's feeling. “I know but..she is still my mother..she still feeds me and takes care of my basic needs” he says,the guilt still eating at him. “Because they are basic needs,she has to do them whether she likes it or not,it isn't something you owe her for” you press a kiss on his forehead. “She shouldn't have treated you the way she did,I know what you're feeling and you shouldn't forgive her if you don't want to,you shouldn't feel shame just because she is your mother”. Riddle simply closes his eyes,gripping onto you.

“Will…will you answer me if I call?” He asks,almost desperately. “Of course, whenever you need me,I'll be there”.

[stopthatfool]

You said don't get you started on Ice's helmet or you'll be mean... please be mean. Please be mean to him. What is so disastrous about his helmet design?

my time has come. i will be mean to him. (thank you for getting me started on this. it bothers me every time I watch top gun.) this is also gonna be so long. yippee!

stopthatfool's issues with Tom "Iceman" Kazansky's helmet! aka this bad boy right below. (I'm sorry if anyone loves Ice's helmet, it's just not for me)

The placement of his name. WHY is it on the side? Both him and Slider have their names on the side. That makes me think it's a squadron thing? (the VF-213s) but regardless i don't care cuz i think it's stupid. (again sorry if someone thinks its genius. ok i'll stop apologizing)

My biggest issue with the fact it's on the side is that it creates this uneven weight distribution. The side with his name feels considerably "heavier" than the side without.

And the thing i don't understand is that Ice's name is evenly numbered!! He could fit 3 letters on either side of the line that comes down the helmet! the letters wouldn't be unevenly distributed, so I don't know why he felt the need to put it there!!

Here, I have "annotated" his helmet and provided other viewpoints of his helmet!

The font/typeface! Ice.. is that ARIAL?? and it's not even bolded??? so not only is his name to one side and weirdly small... it's skinny and unbolded. (like you're THE Iceman. Don't you want your name big and bolded? I shouldn't be searching for your name when you're Mr. Iceman!)

Looking at his helmet head-on, part of his name isn't even visible.. like ok ICEM!

And then! There's this weird switch up in the shapes and line types that he used-- the angular and sharp points of the lightning bolts and the half circles surrounding the squadron logo (is it a logo?? idk im gonna call it a logo)

What i think Ice is trying to do here is create a "connection" between the circular part of the logo and the lightning bolts as the bolts go all the way to the back of the helmet... but in my opinion... it's not working. like at all.

The comparison between the harsh lines of the bolts and then the curves is just kind of hard on the eyes (for me anyway). I just don't know where to look. Should i be following the leading lines of the lightning bolts? Or the curves of the half-circle things? Or should I be following the line of the lightning bolt in the logo?

And all throughout that... i barely end up seeing the name on the helmet.

Continuing off the logo... for Top Gun 1986, Ice and Slider are in the VF-213 squadron, but the movie switched the logo to the VFA-25s that looks like this on their flight suits-

(yes that is the best quality image i could find from the movie my bad) So why does the logo on his helmet look like this???

WHY do the fingers look like that. they look like hotdogs im so sorry. (logistically it was probably easier for the decals to be printed and then applied like this. but. we're not talking about technicalities here. right now i'm tearing apart the entire composition of Ice's helmet.)

I like version of the logo on their flight suits soooo much better! It's got more "rhythm" and flow to it that the lightning bolts lack! Plus no hotdog fingers.

Ok ok, now on the colour scheme. The harsh and bright blues I don't mind. Like yeah, you're The Iceman, punch me in the face with blue. I can forgive that. The thing that really bothers me.. is the silver/grey base of the helmet.

It's this really harsh grey that really doesn't help with the already harsh blues. I think he should've continued with the blue he has going. cuz this grey ain't working, king.

Ok, anyway. Since I should be studying, I'm obviously doing anything but studying. So i redesigned ice's helmet. ya idk.

it's kind of wonky.. but whatevs (ignore how the lightning bolt on the side view doesn't line up with the front view) (and ignore the inconsistences in the lettering. i was lazy and did it by hand)

I also didn't want to completely change/get rid of the aspects of Ice's helmet. So the changes aren't huge (except for maybe the name placement/"font")

ok I changed the background colour (finally, it's less all up in your face now) I continued with the blues and lessened the intensity just a little bit. I really wanted his name to be front and center!

Now the colour scheme is also consistent. No random black lettering (again, in arial???) there's now black in both his name, the outline of the lightning bolts and the logo!

Now his name is evenly distributed! See how it fits on either side of the line that comes down the center of the helmets from '86? See how you can actually see his whole name? See how it's heavier and fits the whole "iceman" theme better? (at least in my opinion)

Come on, Ice! You should've used the leading lines provided by the lightning bolts to guide people to your name! There's now a fun little overlapping moment!

(ignore how i forgot to dot one of the i's in distribution whoops)

No more weird half circle things! No more conflicting leading lines! But! I decided to extend the arm of the squadron logo to continue the line of the lightning bolt as it moves backward. I think this makes the circle of the logo fit better, while simultaneously creating that "connection" he was trying to get in his actual design.

The lack of half-circle things also allow for the logo and lightning bolts to just "be." There's no distraction. it's not overly "busy" anymore (like maverick's helmet). It's simple, but he's The Iceman! He doesn't need it to say/have more!

And the use of the "actual" logo seen on Slider and Ice's flight suits creates that sense of movement that was absent before! Plus no hotdog hands!

Is this new proposed design perfect? Absolutely not! The logo and the lightning bolts still create a weird point of almost intersection that still bothers me. But I think fundamentally, there's always going to be issues with these two components: the circle will never quite fit in, and the lightning bolt the hand is holding will always "cut" the whole thing in half, creating a weird separation in the helmet, that will always bother me.

Anyway, this was a lot of fun! (I love being mean to these guys. they need their egos brought down a couple pegs!)

[tabbytabi]

SHOWING YOU GUYS MY MASKS CUZ..!!!

whynot:D

FIRST WE HAVE PUSH:333

Made her for a school drama!! And she's my first ever mask lol:D

Her felting is TERRIBLE and the painting oh gosh the painting 😢😢😢 IT'S SO BAD!!!

Random jumbles of colors EVERYWHEREEE

i tried making it look...better by making it look like a lil sunset:,D

Not to mention the fur...oh god it's so uneven T_T

But I'd say it's a good attempt for a first time mask:,D

NEXT WE HAVE!!!

A silly little raccoon lol

She's justa lil silly:D

Honestly she looks cute lol

Not one of my favorites though:p i barely use her lol

The felting is meh , i accidentally cut the string and had to tie it together and uhm!! Now the mask is SUUPERR tight:,3

Her teeth r also rlly soft now Dx (they're made of paper..)

But overall she cute:D

Bet you didn't expect this lol

It's OSWALD!!! OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT WOO!!!

Made this cuz i was bored lol:D

It was my first time tinkering with the mask n modifying it so ^^;

Idk why but he's so...uneven??? I don't know whag the problem is but he just keeps on tiltin and beinf unevenD:

I think it's the ears x_x

I added silly easter eggs behind the scenes lol (u can see just how rushed this maskwas)

NEXT IS SOULFIRE!!!! MY LIL BOY:DDDD

I was originally gonna make him out of cardboard cuz.. i was impatient about the masks arriving...but then they came and i finally made him!!!!

This is a modified version of him, cuz his first model...oh boy he was terrific.

Look at those soulless eyes...

His feathers were actual chicken feathers but..i changed it cuz it was breaking sm lol

He looks very much better now:DD

I use him a lot but my friends don't seem to like him that much!! D: idk why:(

AND NOW WE HAVE MY MOST RECENT!!!!!

A lil wolf!!!:DDD (i think wolf idk i just referenced it from a google pic LOL)

Gosh I'm so obsessed with this dude i keep on wearing him

He's so fun

But anyways!!

He was originally fully white with no pupils at all (again for my school drama ;-;) but i decided to paint him because he's no longer in use!!

I love the eyes sm man ;w;

But of course everything has its downside;w;

His snout..goodness me his snout.. it's so horribly made.....and i ran out of hot glue gun glue so i had to use deco cream for the unglued excess:,D

BUT YEAH!!! THAT'S ALL!!

hope ya guys liked it:3

I'm still new in making masks lol xD

But i wanna improve more>:DDD

Okie thaz all i gotta say

Gbye!! Have a nice timezone!!! ^^

[shadowjax]

Green Eyed

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader

A03

Summary: Set in the summer between years 6/7, working a customer service job has you drained. Someone isn't a fan of all the attention you are receiving.

A/n: No I didn’t transfer my account to NE and continue to play on WB cuz mobile is very convenient. Don’t ask how I got the heritage outfit again and lost the free scholar robes. I also didn’t know you could look at outfits you don’t own sooooo yeah I’m having fun with that.

*Shares are appreciated*

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Divider by: @saradika-graphics

You didn’t mind working at the Three Broomsticks; you’d always enjoyed the atmosphere as a patron. There was a sense of independence that came from earning your own money. Now that you were earning your galleons there was no longer a need to make a trip to Gringotts. Given the uneven exchange rates between currencies, you felt guilty asking your parents for money for school supplies or other expenses. Especially now that you are taking more advanced courses as well as growing out of your old clothes. There is something bittersweet about no longer fitting in your old uniform, when you first came to Hogwarts you were so short. 

While the interior decor made the inn feel cozy certain clientele weren’t the most favorable, 

Rowdy drunk adults or bothersome teens disrupted the peace, making your shift more unbearable at times. Your regulars were very kind and respectful, adding a positive touch to your shift. The least favorable was when you had to suck up to them, the sides of your face becoming sore from wearing a permanent smile. You were hoping not to run into too many classmates over the summer, but there has recently been an influx in the dining hall.  Specifically, girls from your year, many of them tried to make small talk which you were horrible at. Some of the more popular girls who had never batted an eye before were now complimenting your appearance. You weren’t sure where this attention towards you came from.  

Maybe it was the outfit you were wearing because at school you mainly wore a uniform. You wore a white long-sleeve button-up with cuffed sleeves tucked into black pants, and the first two buttons were undone. Over the shirt, you wore a brown buttoned vest with a black apron tied around your waist and a pair of black sneakers. You wore a singular glove on your right hand, covering your scarred skin.

You were fairly average-looking, though there were many others in your class who were gifted with better genetics. Being on the shorter side thanks to your genes, you weren’t the most athletic or smartest. Recently you started to slick your hair back with a couple of pieces hanging in front of your face. You preferred having longer hair and decided to style it differently once your bangs had become too long.  The dark veins creeping up the side of your neck to your jaw weren't the most attractive.

“Alright here is your food, anything else you need ladies.” You eyed the four girls at the table, wiping your hands over your apron. 

“Mind telling me when you get off work?” Amanda was her name, Hufflepuff, she had straight black hair tied in a ponytail, on the Quidditch team. She rested her head on her hand, leaning casually against the table.

It took a second for you to register her question. “I do apologize I am working a double today. If that’s all I’ll be going now.” You awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of your head. 

The rest of the shift was fairly average, with a few mail addresses written on napkins here or there which you would throw out immediately. After a while, you weren't in the mood for small talk and just wanted your extended shift to be over. While you were busy attending to several tables, you didn’t notice a certain blonde enter the inn. It wasn’t until you glanced over to her usual spot that you realized she had arrived. She sat on the second floor, always watching you work no matter how much she denied it. 

"You're early, I won't be off for a while." A genuine smile crossed your face for the first time, and your heart fluttered. You brought Cassandra a cup of iced black tea with lemon and a cup of fruit. She wore a long Victorian-styled velvet emerald dress with flowers embroidered around the bottom, long sleeves, and ruffles along the edges. She had clearly put in extra effort, with her hair styled in a French braid ponytail and her makeup carefully applied.

“I already got what I needed from Bewildering Blooms, it’s much too hot outside.” She made a gesture with her hand for you to lean down, took the napkin off her lap, and patted the sweat off your forehead. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I’ll probably fall asleep on the train later. All this socialization has been very draining.” The two of you were going to do some sightseeing in the city of London. You had saved enough galleons and were very excited to be spending time with Cassandra. 

"Watching you run around frazzled is quite entertaining. What did that Hufflepuff girl want?" She questioned, gently placing a pice of fruit in her mouth to avoid ruining her lipstick. 

Quickly answering, "She was asking me when my shift ends. Not entirely sure why."

“Hmph.” Cassandra turned, focusing her attention on the lively patrons on the floor below.

The last few hours of your shift were a bit of a blur, thankfully you didn’t have to break up a bar fight. You waited at the table for the current Gryffindor Prefect, Emily, a skilled duelist you had encountered many times. Unlike her friend, she only gave one-word sentences. Until her friend broke the silence.

“Would you like to go out with my friend over her who is too shy for her own good?” The question came from a voice you had never heard before, Emily’s friend was a new face.  

You paused for a moment, stunned by the bluntness. Emily was clearly embarrassed by her friend’s actions she apologized. “I...You seem very nice. Though I have to decline.” Wait is that why so many girls were seeking your attention with the small talk and the letters ohhhhhh.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Emily’s friend commented. “Why not, it's not like you're seeing anyone.” Ok, you were ready to simply walk way. The comment set something off inside you. 

“Are these two bothering you?” Cassandra approached from behind, wrapping her arm around yours. “Madame Rosemetta says your shift is over.” 

“Ahh, thank you.” You turn towards the table, “Enjoy your evening.” You lead Cassandra to the second floor towards the room you were staying in. You quickly rinse yourself off and change into more comfortable clothes. A white button-up underneath a black sweatshirt tucked into a pair of black pants. 

“Thank you for stepping in.” 

Exiting the bathroom you find Cassandra seated on the edge of your bed. “I shouldn't have to. I have to admit you are a bit dense.” While your relationship wasn't a secret, neither of you had openly displayed affection in public.  

“Well, I think you’ve made quite the statement.” You commented, quickly glancing at her through the mirror while fixing your collar. 

“I don’t like seeing others throwing themselves at you.” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

“Jealous are we?” You teased, slowly walking towards where she sat.

“Hmph as if.” She expressed, quickly turning her head to the opposite side. 

Standing in front of her, you pushed up your sleeves, ran a hand through your hair, and then gently placed your scarred hand beneath her chin, lifting her face until her eyes met yours, “Well, this dense idiot all yours my dear.” Flustered, her breathing hitched.

She took your hand, hastily grabbing your bag before leaving the room.  Walking through the crowd of busy patrons, hand in hand, Cassandra scanned the room. Just before reaching the exit, she paused, making sure your classmates were watching, then pulled you in for a quick kiss before hastily leading you out of the inn. A smirk plastered her lips as she confidently strode to the train station.

The two of you bought your tickets and sat in a private compartment. The door was shut to block out extra noise, your belongings were placed on the shelf above, and the seats were very comfortable. The rhythmic sound of the train gliding along the tracks created a soothing white noise in the background. You laid down on the seat, using Cassandra’s lap as a headrest.

“You know my friends are going to hound us when we get back to school right?” You were staring into those beautiful green eyes.

“At least now you can work without being bothered by other students.” She gently traced the dark veins on the side of your face. 

“That explains the influx in attention towards me, I assumed they were just being nice. I’m pretty average and all.” 

“You’re not entirely average. But I do expect you to turn them down without freezing up.” 

“After your stunt, I’d say I won’t have to worry about that.” Your eyes grew heavy from the soothing sound of the train and the gentle sensation of her fingers tracing your scars. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep while she read to keep herself busy. Occasionally she’d look down at your sleeping form and a soft smile appeared.

Pt.2 london tour anyone? I’m having way too much fun with the full mirror btw

[build-a-stim]

My yoshi (gummy worm) has a animal crossing new horizons tush tag on it? And I wanted to ask, if you ever ran into any errors on your bab? Or seen any during your time working at a workshop?

ooh thats a really interesting one! i guess its pretty easy for tush tag errors to exist since they're such like a simple thing to add in to the bears, but i've actually never seen a tush tag error myself yet!!

we get a decent amount of errors in the workshop actually, i've been responsible for damaging quite a few bears simply cuz we r a manager at our location and so we're often the ones dumping them off, meaning ive seen a decent amount over the year+ we've worked there.

the majority of errors we get in bears are small holes along the seams, but those are easily fixable and we are allowed to fix any seam holes on bears as per build a bear rules, so those we dont have to damage (which is good). ive had a couple bears that have ripped on the fabric that we do have to damage, or bears where theres just like missing or like smudged tags. aside from that we dont actually get a lot of big problems, i think the most like notable thing we've had is the issue with pawlettes that happened like a month or two ago where the manufacturer messed up pawlettes all across u.s locations i believe, their faces were all messed up and we had to pull about 30 of them from the choose me wall and send them back rather than damage them normally. the worst of them had like, very uneven eyes, a flat and slanted nose, and uneven face plates (?). they were all very silly im honestly a little upset they didn't let employees buy any of them cuz they were SO silly /aff

aside from them, we had a chase once who's mouth felt wasn't properly trimmed, so instead of a straight line for his mouth he had like, a flap there? we lovingly called him scary chase before we finally had to damage him. we also once had a bear with a backwards foot that i think (iirc) a coworker bought. thats about it though for what i can remember! build a bear errors are so interesting to me cuz like. some of them are really simple or easy to understand, like tiny seam holes or like the face is a little off but not problematically so, or like the stitching is messed up so we have to hand sew them instead.

the majority of errors we actually get are on clothing, which isn't ever consequential enough to be noticable if you're not the one damaging them out, but its usually like, the pattern is smudged, or it gets peeled off in the packaging so its like half on there, or the pattern is folded, typically like printing issues like that. otherwise we get a lot on sound chips/heartbeats considering they have the potential for quite a lot of little tech issues.

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[jjungkooksthighs]

Okay so I got this off of Google cuz I’m not good at explaining things but basically a drop is Like, the Omega gets "too overwhelmed" or "stressed" and then just shuts down, plops to the ground where they can operate to some degree but not without aid? And omega space is like the omega is really happy and the most comfortable and just wants to nest. Sorry if I’m bad at explaining this.

I don’t even know what to call this. I tried to do what you asked. I hope I did it justice. :)

I’ll post tags and word counts in the morning, but for anyone that may read this before I do that, there are mentions of self-doubt/self-hate in this. Also (imagined) character death. There is fluff, though!

Panic.

It made her palms sweaty, her skin clammy to the touch. Every part of her body wreaked with the stench of her emotion, the tangible mess of it clinging to her oily skin.

It made her muscles lock into place, her body and limbs refusing to move under the invisible chains and fetters that trapped them in place no matter how many times she tried.

Even her lungs could not work under the heavy weight of the pressure pushing against her chest, her breaths coming uneven and sporadic between her chapped, dried lips. Her tongue, too, was held down by the constraining force that stilled it so.

It had been a nightmare that had made her scream to the extent that her throat had become raw and scratchy, her feet and arms kicking at the sheets of their bed as she shrieked shrilly. Over and over again as the world that blazed hotter than a thousand suns under her closed eyes, and it had burned to ash and dust everything and anything until nothing that she knew remained. She’d been running until her feet had been so cut open by the rocks and brambles that her own blood had made her fall to the ground in a heap of ripped and torn silk.

She’d been chasing after her alpha, who would not heed her call regardless of how piteously she begged for him to come back to her.

In the end, he too had been claimed by the flames that devoured all except her. When her piercing wail of pain had been loosed from her throat after the angry red flames had taken him from her, she’d cried until her eyes burned. Until her vision had gone hazy. Until the hole her mate’s loss had left in her chest slowly shriveled and slowed. And it was there that she had stayed, deep in the wood, as she’d finally let the flames take her, too.

When she wrenches her eyes open again, there is no fire that consumes the world around her.

She’s in the bed her mate and she both share and-

Jungkook. Her mate.

It’s the first thought she has, her heart stuttering when she flips to the other side, her arms reaching blindly for something, anything that is part of him.

She needs him right now. So fucking badly.

It is dark, but the moon is high and the transparent ceiling above her permits its silvery beams through. So when she turns and finds his side of their bed empty, that sickening feeling seizes her.

She calls for him, but it’s no use. Her throat has been ruined by her screams. Only a pathetic croak comes out.

He was the only thing that can calm her in situations like these. Even when she’d been little and he hadn’t let himself get physically close to her yet, he’d always known what to do to soothe her when nothing was right with the world.

And now, when she needed him, he was gone.

Her mind begins to sink her in doubt and self-deprecation, the hefty anchor of it pulling her down as she thinks of what she’d done to him.

She’d lied to him about the fucking toys. She’d toyed with him like it all had been some game when it wasn’t. She’d fucking disobeyed him time and time again. Of course she’d driven him off. What else could she have expected ? She’d fucked up, and she knew it.

You’re so stupid. You deserve this. He’s too good for you. You’re going to lose him like everything else.

Each thought makes her spirits plunge deeper and deeper, her forehead beaded now with sweat as her back bows outward, her limbs rejecting any movement she tries to make because of the invisible tethers that secure them in bent angles close to her torso.

“My love, are you-“ There’s a shadow that passes over the doorframe, and then, he’s there, his beautiful expression shifting immediately from one of inquisition to one of concern as he rushes to her side with an apology already under his lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, my sweet girl. I left you only for a moment to ready a bath for you. You were sweating and your skin was hot when I checked your temperature. I thought,” he sits down by her, carefully helping to turn her onto her back before he gently tucks some of her hair around her ear as he confides, “I thought you might be with fever or sickness, so I wanted to take care of you. Will you allow me that, my love? Or have I forsaken you and betrayed your trust with my absence?”

Her jaw is locked into place by panic’s hand. She can’t speak now, but she doesn’t need to.

They have their bond.

And surely he must have felt what had captured her, for the moment he stares deep into those pleading eyes of hers, the bond thrusts it to him like some kind of pointed arrow.

He sees what she had. He feels what she had felt. It is only for a fraction of a second, but it is enough.

And then his eyes are softening as he leans down and lays his cool forehead against hers.

“Oh, my love. I see. I see you. You haven’t lost me. I’m not going anywhere. And I’ll never let anything like that happen to you. I promise,” he croons as he assuages her.

Each word is like a key that unlocks her muscles, one by one. And his touch… oh gods, his touch. He must have gone outside to gather some ice and snow to melt for her bath, and his skin must have been kissed by them both in the soothing coolness his body offers hers as he gathers her into his lap so he can pull her front close to his.

“Tell me what you want, my love, and it will be yours. If it is to stay here like this for the next several hours, we will.” He speaks gently into her ear. “If it is to go back to bed together with you lain on my chest, we will.” He nudges at her cheek with his nose, “if it is that you want me to wash you in the tub together, say the word, my sweet girl. Anything for you, I will do. Seeing you this way pains me. Let me ease you, sweetheart.”

The dimmed golden rings around his eyes are so comfortingly warm to bask in as she peeks up at them. Her fingers, one by one, twitch in want to reach for him, and he notices that.

He always does.

It’s something she’s always loved about him.

He wraps his fingers around hers, guiding her hand to where she wants to rest it against his cheek as he leans into her touch. His eyes close as the heaviness from her chest lifts itself off of her, and when she watches her mate press his nose to her wrist and inhale deeply only to start rubbing against it to scent her, that’s when the chains and fetters fall away from her.

It is not only a show of affection, but also of desire for a wolf to scent their mate. To want to wear and carry their mate’s smell on and with them so that they could keep the essence of their mate with them. So they could have an olfactory mark that, to others, would be an obvious sign of possession.

And for him to want to carry her scent on him… he clearly still loved her. Still wanted her.

Her wolf awakens at that, and suddenly the sheets don’t look right to her anymore. They need to be changed. Ruffled up. Moved. Torn?

She doesn’t know.

She doesn’t like them how they are now, though.

She whines, and he gives her a questioning look.

The answering pout she gives as she points with her other hand is telling.

He gives her that beautiful, heart-stopping smirk that she loves so much. “You want to nest, my love? You know very well what that is a sign of, don’t you?”

Her cheeks tint red at that as blood rushes to them.

He laughs, yet coaxes, “Go on, then, my precious girl. Do what you like.”

And with that, she kicks and kicks at the sheets until they bunch up, not bothering to get off his lap. It’s too comfortable here, really. When she’s made some sizable creases and folds on the sheets, that’s when she focuses on the pillows at the head of the bed. She points, and her alpha, understanding etched on his face, reaches over and tosses it easily off the bed.

“Anything else?” He asks sincerely, enjoying the way she opens and closes her fingers to make a grabby hand for his own as soon as the pillow leaves his hold. She brings his wrist eagerly to her nostrils as she breathes him in, her tongue lightly brushing the flesh along his wrist to bring about a pleasant shudder down his spine.

“My love,” he tells her, “if you keep doing that, I’ll make a mess of your little nest.”

The toothy smile and light giggle he gets from that is worth every jewel he’s gotten for her.

[datshitrandom]

Sometimes you make much bigger changes than that, you know that. But even in this case, it's not just about quality, and it's not even just the skin (his eyes and lips look bigger, for example). I sent that message because these pics make me feel the same way as the unrealistically skinny models in magazines or when people use too much filter on insta and look almost perfect. It's not real and it can make people feel self-conscious. Human skin isn't flawless (especially teenagers, that's why I mentioned the age of the characters), sometimes people have big pores and acne, but also too small lips or eyes, uneven skin tone, etc. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. But it's your style, I get it and I know people love your work.

Wait a minute MY edits make YOU feel self-conscious? 🙃 Is that like a thing now? 'cuz I've been in this fandom 12 years and is the first time I hear of this, also isn't that like a YOU problem?

Congrats anon, you made feel shittier than you made me feel with your first ask. You are a true winner, the perfect social justice warrior, total role model, we need more people like you in this old fandom.

But I guess you are right in ONE thing, people love my work ... ... and i love them back ♡♡♡ +.ﾟ

[blackkatmagic]

When I say that I screamed at the update, I screamed. Internally. Cuz there are people here other than me.

But Dooku...my man, what the freak are you doing spying on your ex?? Also, if Feemor is cut off from the Force now, then he won't see whoever else finds the temple or Fox coming, which...honestly? Idk if that makes it worse or not, all I can do is anticipate it.

:3

It’s just so cold, Feemor thinks, and leans against a twisted pillar of black stone, breath hitching in his chest like there are spears of ice and loneliness driven through his lungs. It’s just so cold, and no one cares. No one remembers, and at some point Feemor just might as well not exist at all. What’s the point, when he’ll never touch another person’s life for more than an instant? What’s the point, when he passes through and is gone the second he’s out of sight?

He's so tangled up, so twisted, that the sound of other footsteps in the hallway is hardly even a surprise.

“The famer’s son, struggling to raise his head in the presence of his betters?” a familiar voice mocks, and Xanatos moves around Feemor like he’s just an obstruction, turns. He’s not the boy Feemor sparred with once, the child Qui-Gon was so sure was the prophesied Chosen One, bright and vivid and so eager to know everything. A man instead, a man Feemor only saw in holos, with a sweeping black cloak and a scar on his cheek, his blue eyes full of hatred and malicious amusement.

“You're a hallucination,” Feemor gets out, and he digs his fingers into the stone pillar, forces himself to keep moving. The floor is uneven stone, and he trips, almost falls to his knees.

Xanatos laughs, sharply mocking. “Your hallucination,” he says, and beneath the hood his smile is a vicious slash of white against the shadows. “Look at you. How pathetic. For an instant you actually thought someone remembered you, didn’t you, Feemor?”

Feemor swallows, shoving down the flicker that feels like caught. Xanatos’s first words—

But then, Xanatos had never remembered Feemor between moments, and Qui-Gon or Feemor had had to remind him even in the midst of sparring. Feemor should have known better.