#eee im obsessed with them!!

[avroravia]

♡ BE WITH YOU. ♡

pairings ♡ dad’sbsf!dallas winston x darry’sdaughter!reader.

summary ♡ after a rather lengthy sentence, darry attempts to help dallas get back up on his own two feet. while dallas is staying with the curtis family, he finds himself sneaking behind his friend’s back with his daughter. you.

warnings ♡ age difference (21 years), dallas being gross (normal), body descriptions (not very specific), bad time accuracy around the late 80’s early 90’s, 22 year old reader, 43 year old dallas. dallas calls reader kid

WARNING warning ⚠️ ♡ this fic is going to be kind of gross and weird. it’s a huge age gap and intended to be a bit icky! if you dont like that CLICK OFF there are a million other dallas winston fanfics out there that have EXACTLY what you are looking for and i bet those writers would love some engagement! if you have any off handed comments keep them to yourself! i don’t wanna read shit like “oh omg i loved this except for this part!” KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!! you have been warned!

taglist ♡ @diorgirl444 (dm to be added!!)

for the better part of last week, you and your mother had found yourselves ensuring the entire home was spotless for your soon-to-be guest.

the guest in question? your dad’s friend from his youth, dallas. you’ve heard stories about him from your dad, your uncles, and their friends your whole life. dallas was your typical teenage dirtbag. a high school dropout in and out of jail, and always dating around with a new girl each week.

supposedly, you had met him when you were a year old, but obviously you didn’t remember. around that time, dallas found himself deeper and deeper into the wrong crowds, and distancing himself from just about everybody keeping him afloat.

eventually, some months later, your dad spotted dallas on the front of the paper, sentenced to years behind bars for a string of gas station robberies.

you never had any memory of meeting him, and you didn’t really know much about him beyond your dad’s stories. the most you had seen of him was a few photographs and polaroids from an old photo book collecting dust in the attic.

you couldn’t lie, he was handsome. dallas had gorgeous brunet hair, piercing brown eyes, and a captivating smile. he was a movie director’s idea of the devilishly attractive ‘bad-boy.’ which was, to your dad’s disappointment, exactly your type.

the aroma of a freshly cooked meal spread through the humble home. the soft may sunshine peering through open curtains and blinds. today’s peaceful sunday before a hectic work week, usually reserved for church by your father, had been taken up by dallas winston’s first day out of prison.

right now, you and your mother (mostly your mother) were in the kitchen, preparing a small brunch to reintroduce dallas back into civilization. while your mother was doing most of the cooking, you were essentially just accompanying her, offering her whatever you had on your mind.

“you know, i didn’t think dad hung around criminals like that.” you hummed, sneaking a taste of the chocolate frosting your mom had prepared once her attention was redirected.

“well, he was somewhat alright, he just got caught up in… the wrong crowds.” she sighed, obviously not eager to welcome who she presumed was a hardened criminal around her daughter.

choosing to give your poor mother a short-lived break, you chose to stop bothering her with questions and instead go help her with the various tasks at hand.

as the two of you set up the dining table, you faintly heard the door ‘click’ open accompanied with it’s soft creaking. you watched as your mother rushed to greet everybody, which was what she called ‘good hosting.’

on the other hand, you weren’t exactly eager to say hello. you hadn’t exactly been eager to meet someone who had been in jail almost your entire life. not sure what to expect, you chose to just avoid it as much as possible.

in a sad attempt to delay the inevitable, you set the placemats and tableware as slow as you could in order to avoid speaking to the former inmate. however, your mother’s voice called out for you to come and greet your new ‘roommate.’

you straightened out your striped button up, and fixed a crease on your jeans before begrudgingly walking over to the entrance of the home. the only thing you were remotely excited for was to see your dad and uncle soda.

since the drive to the prison was a bit far, they had left before you had even woken up. as you walked out of the dining room, you smiled seeing your dad.

the wrinkles around your dad’s eyes and mouth grew deep as he looked up at you. his smile wide as he opened free arm wide for a hug.

“hi dad.” you smiled, wrapping him into a hug. your dad wrapped his free arm around you, and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“hey baby…” he murmured, “how’d you sleep?”

as your dad looked at you, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell up with a mixture of love, joy, and pride. from the moment you were born, you became his number one along with your mom. throughout your whole life, he had been nothing short of the perfect father and you were the epitome of a ‘daddy’s girl.’

your dad had been there to support you high and low. he had been the loudest to cheer when you graduated highschool, and the shoulder you cried on when you went through your first breakup (even if he had secretly been thrilled). your mother still liked to joke about how your dad cried himself to sleep the night before your first day of kindergarten.

your dad had gone from reading you to sleep, doing your hair before your first day of school, explaining your math homework, helping you apply to college, and now he helped guide you through getting your first job lined up after college. throughout your whole life, you were his number one, and your dad was your number one supporter.

as you let go of your dad, the door opened wider, with uncle soda walking through. as he made eye contact with you, he set down the suitcase in his hand, and he wrapped you in a quick bear hug while your parents greeted each other with a soft peck on the lips.

“hey kid, how you doin’?” soda inquired, picking the suitcase back up.

“i’m doing good.” you answered, a smile spread wide on your face. “daddy ain’t drive too recklessly?”

“just a few red lights, nothin’ too bad.” soda shrugged, earning a soft laugh from you and your parents as he carried the suitcase upstairs to the guest room.

the front door nearly shut on its own, before it got pushed open once more. as dallas stepped forward into the house, you took a step back. your mother held your hand tight, almost protectively, as she offered dallas a fake smile and a polite greeting.

as far as you knew, from late night hushed conversations your parents had in the kitchen as they seemed to forget your bedroom was the room over. your mom hated the idea of dallas staying over. however, your dad wouldn’t budge. he was determined to help dallas get back up on his own two feet.

you weren’t paying much attention as your mother and dallas exchanged pleasantries, though you felt her nudge you, and dallas was looking down at you. his hand was extended, with a sharp grin on his face.

accompanied with a weak smile, you shook his hand, for what seemed a little too long. his hand was rough, unlike yours, with calloused fingers and bruised knuckles from god knows what. your hands were soft, smooth with a vanilla scented lotion, and accompanied with a fresh, baby pink manicure from a girls night you had with your mother yesterday.

“s’good t’see you.” dallas hummed. his voice was deeper and rougher than you pictured, and it was slightly strange to hear his brooklyn accent. you knew he was from new york, but for some reason the idea of him having an accent never clicked.

obviously, he looked far different than the photos you had seen. his hair was shorter, his eyes seemed more sunken, and his stubble was far thicker than it once used to be.

you watched as dallas walked up the stairs, and looked back at your parents. as you walked back to the dining room, your dad followed behind you. as the two of you set up the table, you couldn’t help but have even more questions about dallas than you ever did before. normally, when someone brought him up, you didn’t really care, and just smiled along with the conversation.

“dad?” you murmured, voice slightly hushed. “why’d you decide to help him?”

you watched as he looked up from the table, plates in hand as he paused his robotic-like motion of setting them on the place mats.

“well…” he hesitated, before his gaze turned toward the doorway to the entrance and the stairs, where dallas and uncle soda were coming from upstairs.

the two of them were laughing at something, which didn’t seem far out of the ordinary, considering uncle soda loved to crack jokes.

“we can talk ‘bout it later… ‘kay, baby?” he whispered, continuing to set the cutlery and tableware down.

moments later, you found yourself sitting across the table from dallas. your mother sat to your right, and your father sat at the head of the table. you sat mostly in silence, just quietly enjoying your meal and occasionally laughing at a random joke.

dallas watched you nearly the whole time. from your eyes, with that same look of determination darry always had. the look that only grew after your grandparents had passed away, and darry had to step up. your smile and laughter was just like his, too. it seemed like all the stress in the world would just fade away every time he heard the sounds of your soft laughter.

as the sun slipped beneath the horizon, allowing the moon to shine, everybody slowly got ready to sleep. sodapop had said his goodbyes and taken his leave earlier in the afternoon, leaving everyone to their own devices. you had chosen to go alone and study for your finals, your mother tended to the various fruits and vegetables in the garden, while your dad helped dallas adjust and move in.

you sauntered down the carpeted steps of the staircase after saying a quick goodnight to your parents. the warm light from the living room peered outside the doorway, and the open window sent goosebumps across your arms and legs which were uncovered due to your immodest choice in summer sleepwear.

assuming somebody had mistakenly left the lights on, you walked into the living room. as you went to flip the light switch off, you noticed dallas sitting in the living room. you watched for a moment as he flipped through the paper, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a bowl he snagged from the kitchen as a makeshift ashtray, which made you frown.

“y’know, my dad doesn’t let anyone smoke inside.” you spoke up, breaking the previous long-lasting silence.

dallas gazed up from the paper, and seeing you made him grin. you watched, frown intense, as he set the newspaper onto the coffee table. he took a drag of the kool as if he didn’t hear anything you said, before turning to look at you

“what he don’t know ain’t gonna hurt him.” he dismayed, continuing to softly exhale the smoke from his nostrils.

“well you better not let him catch you…” despite your obvious disapproval, there wasn’t anything you could do except warn him of your father. however, you had a feeling dallas didn’t care.

you walked over to the window, you regretted your choice of pajamas. feeling his piercing gaze on you, you tried to ignore it and finish closing the window as fast as you could. unfortunately for you, the hinges were rusted from years of use.

after a minute of using all your force to slam the window shut while being blasted with cool air, it finally closed. you clicked the lock shut and turned around, to go back to your room.

as you stepped away from the window, you saw dallas in the corner of your eye. his eyes were locked onto your figure, on the goosebumps that trailed on your arms and legs, and on your hardened nipples from the cold air that peeked through from your thin top and lack of a bra.

as you left, you pretended not to notice him leering at you from your peripheral. something about the way he sat down turned you on. the way he slouched against the back of the sofa, with his legs apart and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“goodnight, dallas.” you whispered, softly smiling at him from across the room.

“yeah, night, kid.” dallas murmured, grinning at you as he ashed his cigarette onto the bowl and picked the newspaper back up.

a/n ♡ amar try not to abandon her fics one chapter in and write something entirely different challenge: (level IMPOSSIBLE)

okok all jokes aside i’m gonna finish pt 2 of the trailer park au by may i’m 1/2 way done with it!!!

i don’t expect this to become a full fledged fic with like an ending, i’m mostly setting the scene for dallas and reader’s relationship. after maybe another part or two i’ll just be writing little one-shot’s of their ‘relationship.’ this part will probably be the longest out of all the establishing parts because i had a lot to say and i didn’t want to make it a whole other part.

also huge “shout out” (idk what else to call it?) to my queen flo (@diorgirl444) for helping a lot with the establishing of the fic!! she also helped a lot with proof reading and critiquing the better part of this fic!! go read her stuff right now or i’ll be under your bed tonight /j

if you guys want to send in asks for them even if i haven’t finished this little establishing series thats super cool too!! i’m also taking asks for my mythical!readers and the trailer park au!

xoxo, amar ♡

[knizuu]

Gonna doodle em more :]

[fallen-w1ngs]

I can't express how obsessed I am with your Bucky series omg they scratch the itch in my brain just right. And I know they're all gender neutral but I was wondering if maybe you'd make something with a post-op (recent or long healed) FTM reader? That might be... oddly specific, but I'm just tired of all trans reader content always being so sad :(. I want to see ftm!reader just living his life proud and comfortable :')

|| EEE im super glad you liked my series :)! and duuudee hell yeah ftm reader!! i, myself, am genderfluid and have gone thru a hell of a journey to find that out, idk why im saying this, im js really excited w this !!

'' PRETTY BOY ,,

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x ftm!husband!reader

|| warnings : pure fluff, a bit suggestive at the end but that's it

|| wc : 0.8k

The night was young as you wandered through the empty apartment, the one you and Bucky had bought once you both gotten married. It wasn't a big ceremony, not by any means. Only a close friends and family from your side, and some of the Wilsons and Isaiah Bradley from Bucky's invitations.

As the time went on after your wedding, you watched as Bucky grew into being a congressman... Something that did not last long, but you didn't mind. Now, he was a 'New Avenger.' Your stance on the idea wasn't something you wanted to think of right now. With all the craziness that's happened, it's no question why you put off getting top surgery. Money wasn't the biggest issue, Bucky, after being a congressman, offered to pay up the whole thing, though you fought to split it.

However, now him being on a new team and the fact there weren't as much world-ending calamaties in the past few months, you decided to go for it. You've been taking T a long time even before meeting Bucky, so it was no issue.

"Hun?" Bucky's voice cut through the silence as you walked through the halls of your apartment, going down memory lane just for the hell of it. "You still awake?"

"Yeah! I'm here!" You called out as you walked over to the front. Theres where your husband stood, his hair tied half-up half-down, his tactical gear already half off, only a black t shirt and a pair of jeans. His tire blue eyes softening as he sees you and a love-sick puppy dog smile tugged at his lips once he held you in his arms.

"Shouldn't you be laying down, babe?" He asked with a small grin before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Doctor said you can't exert yourself."

"I'm fine, Buck," You grinned, putting your hands on his chest. "Plus, it's been long enough.. Doc said I could take my bandages off by now"

Bucky raised a brow at your words before grinning. "Wanna take them off now?"

"Why d'you think I stayed up waiting for you instead of sleeping?"

With a chuckle, Bucky led the both of you into your shared bedroom, your white, doe eyed cat Alpine following in suite. Peppering in a few kisses and small updates of how the New Avengers were doing, both you and your husband made it to your bedroom. Standing in front of the tall mirror, you stared at yourself.

"God, I look old." You muttered.

"If you look old, I look ancient."

You shot a playful glare at him. "You don't count, you're 110 yet don't look a day over 30."

"Shut up and just take your shirt off." Bucky grumbled and pushed a kiss against the crook of your neck from behind.

"Someone's eager." You quipped.

"Not like that- Jesus, baby, just lemme see my pretty boy's body?"

Okay, yup, that did it. You smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head and tugged your shirt off. Hesitating as you reached for the bandages. Thoughts swirling in your head as you unwrapped yourself, what if it looked bad? What if you hated it? What if it didn't make you feel.. Like you?

But your worries dissipated as you looked to your chest, now flat. Faint scars underneath your pecs, ghosts of the surgery that took place just a few weeks ago. You heard Bucky let out a small exhale as he looked at you placing a soft kiss to your neck.

"There you are, my gorgeous boy." He whispered into your ear. "How do you feel?"

You grinned, your hands reaching up to trace lightly at the scars. It didn't hurt, no it felt.. Good. Your body finally felt like your own, finally something you can look at in the mirror, and instead of cringing and looking away, you can smile.

"Good, really really good."

"Yeah?" Your husband hugged your waist, the contrast of his warm human arm and his cold vibranium one sending a shiver up your back. "Good. 'Cause you look so handsome, baby. God, I love you so much, my pretty boy." You could feel his smile on your bare shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're so good-lookin' it feels like my hearts gonna stop, make me go into cardiac arrest or somethin'. How lucky am I to have such a handsome husband like you?" He said in a hushed tone, peppering kisses into your neck.

Unlike all those times from the past where he'd help you through body dysmorphia, those peppered kisses and the reassurances that you tried to believe.. This time was different. Because you finally felt what he'd been saying. You felt handsome, you felt good. You felt like.. You felt like you.

"Oh, Bucky," You whispered tilting your head ever so slightly to take his lips into yours. "Show me how much you love your husband?"

"With pleasure."

|| i indulged in this sm, ty anon for requesting this <3 i hope this was good enough TEEHEE

[tteokdoroki]

hi aali!! welcome back!!! it’s so lovely to see you on my dash again <3 I saw your ask game and my eyes popped out of my sockets— would it be alright if you could do

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜ + breeding kink + sero hanta ?

I hope you’re having a lovely day!!

☆༉ — HANTA SERO: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

extension. breeding kink + afab!reader + nsfw, mentions of makeup.

things to note. eee thank u baby!! im happy to be back n i hope u enjoy this mwah mwah mwah (also i seem to have a terrible obsession with sero n cowgirl bye)

sero fucking adores you on top for three reasons in particular. 

the first is that he can see your face when you cry, getting to look directly up at you while you sniffle and sob because he’s fucking you to high heavens and you need some kind of out let to bring you back down from cloud nine. sero will swipe a thumb under your big glossy eyes, and suck the salty tears from the pad of it just to get a reaction out of you. usually it makes you cry harder, until your mascara is nothing but dark tracks on your cheeks and your lips are wet and shiny from your own tears.

the second is that sero gets to feel you up, touch all over you. his finger tips will cascade from the back of your neck to your throat, dragging you down to slot his cheeky mouth against yours. his tongue then prods and pushes past the seam of your lips, toying with the taste of your sugar-coated and ecstasy dipped whimpers (and perhaps the taste of his cock) on your own. sometimes his hands dip lower, thumbing at those sensitive nipples until they’re budding like flowers in bloom, hanta’ll put his mouth on them too, catch your breasts in its hit cavern when they jiggle cutely as you bounce up and down on his curved length.  

you’ve always said that you like how his black rooted hair tickles your skin when he leaves hu kiss across your chest. 

but most of all, he likes it when you use him for your own pleasure — as if he’s nothing but a real life dildo and a sack of emotions. “fuckin’…shit honey. you’re fucking me so good,” sero is love sick, as you sink down on his slender cock and circle your hips to make sure you’ve taken it all. “show me how that pussy takes it, baby. wanna see,” 

he’s running his mouth, slurring over spit and poorly strung together sentences and he knows you’re not listening. you’re too focused on bringing yourself right to the edge again and getting what you want, his cum in your gorgeous cunt until it’s running down both of your thighs. thrusting downward, both of you share a satisfied moan as sero’s leaky tip bullies it’s way up your glistening walls to bare down perfectly against your g-spot — you gush in response, a fresh wave of your nectar beading perfectly down his shaft. only catching on the blue forked veins that spiral around him. 

through the misty veil of lust that clouds your brain, you manage to grasp at sero’s wrist — dragging his hand between your shaky overworked legs to guide him into spreading your pussy lips apart. “y’see me han’, ‘m all wet, all for you.” you tell him earnestly, bathing his throbbing cock in your warmth. you make sure that he gets an eyeful, a chance to observe the crude mix of his milky precum and your juices that run through your parted folds like treacle. “need you.” 

before he has a chance to sing your praises, you brace your hands on the broad scope of sero’s chest — lifting yourself up and down in his lap, working yourself on his cock like it’s all that you’re trained to do. seeing himself smeared over your clit, stringing white glazing your thighs only motivates sero to fuck up into you — chasing your high and his own, desperate to see more of his cream inside of you. 

or maybe he’s desperate to get you knocked up, see you swell with his seed — churn your insides up real good and have you all bred by him. who knows what he wants? sero can’t even tell, already burying himself to the hilt inside of you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your waist and circling you over him so that your eyes roll back. “i need to cum. please, i'll do anything.” he chants like it’s a mantra or a prayer dedicated to you. “wanna fill you up nice ‘n pretty. you want that, right? you wanna cum on me, pretty baby? make me cum deep inside—“ 

hanta can’t help but goad you, coerce you into riding him faster, harder — even if you’d intended to drag this one out. “that’s it, baby. use me, fuck yourself down on me. please,” he stutters out. he could die here, sero thinks, and he’d be so fucking happy — watching your eyes disappear into the dark of your skull, your thighs quiver and your chest sway with your sinful movements. “please, , jus’ wanna make’a’mess of these insides, wanna fuck my cum so deep inside it sticks. gotta have you full of me…”

“then cum, hanta. make me yours,” tip of the iceberg and the key to heaven’s gates is when you flip the script, begging for him to breed you. your slick walls start to twitch around him, your release trickling out of you without even a warning. that’s when hanta knows he’s fucked. 

a pathetic sob nearly knocks his heart and lungs out of place when he finally hits his high, rope after rope of hot white seed flooding your clenching hole — he grabs your hips so tight that you’ll see fingerprints in the morning and keeps you still on top of him through the aftershocks of your orgasms. 

maybe there’s a fourth thing sero loves about having you on top — the way you always beg for his cum in the end.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[ssparksflyy]

EEE CAN I PLEASE GET TROUBLED KID ??

TROUBLED KID :

im assuming u want this for emercy hehe

percy never really listened to taylor swift other than her singles before he'd met emma, but once he did and found out she was quite literally obsessed with her; he dedicated about two days to listening to her entire discography, only to NEVER put this knowledge to use because he liked the way emma could go on rambles about songs, their meanings, and what she found special about them. if it meant he could spend more time with her, talking about the things she loved, he'd be fine with shoving his adoration for 1989 down a bit.

[coiled-dragon]

PLEASEEE talk about Perpetua and Copia!

Idk what to ask exactly, maybe just about how you think their dynamic has changed/should work both before and after Perpetua's status change? Or about how Copia clearly feels a degree of responsibility for Perpetua even though they're twins and whether that's always been the case?

I'm mostly just obsessed with the way you write themmm

eee thank you thank you im glad to talk about themmm

Honestly the thing is, Perpetua's status change was from 'nonexistant' to 'the new Papa' which is a super big wrench to throw at Copia tbh

Copia expected to die at his final show, and instead his mother dies and he is promoted to her place as Imperator and head of the Satanic Clergy AND finds out he's not only being forced to give up the spotlight but he has to give it up... to a fraternal twin brother he never knew he had.

I managed to write it out to my small chat of friends where we have been spinning these two like fidget spinners but like. Its such a relatable only child/elder or middle child thing to go through, where you really feel like you're getting all the attention and you deserve it and its wonderful and then... this tiny soft imposter takes your spot.

Anyway thats not what you asked about.

There wasnt much of a dynamic before hand imo, it was very much a sudden shift of 'this is how it is now' and how it is is... a little rough to say the least. A lot of the fandom has summarized it as Copia hates Perpetua but I don't think hate is really the right word. It shows itself as childish hatred and animosity but its really a lot of upset and jealousy. He doesn't want to be in charge, he wants to be on the stage, and he feels replaced.

Perpetua is a different case where what he feels is also complex just in a different way. Everything is painfully new and he probably feels alone and having the sole surviving member of your family have such an obvious animosity aimed at you can make it hard for him to not want to retaliate.

I think Perpetua comes off as more antagonistic because Copia's strategy is to Avoid him and let everyone know he doesn't want to think about Perpetua existing at all, and whatever started the more intimate bullshit between them was probably born between Perpetua hunting him down and confronting him.

I dont think, at first, Copia feels much responsibility for his brother, but he DOES feel the weight of responsibility in general as the new Imperator. And he hates it. Circling back to the whole 'child getting upstaged and upset when a new one comes along' thing, it often comes with what he's dealing with now which is added responsibility as a general thing. He doesn't want to add V to the list of things he has to be responsible for. But it ends up happening anyway LMAO

They both have. So many problems. And idk how much you really know about Ghost in general because there is a lot of Lore its been 15 years since the first album came out now I believe, but its very loose and Tobias, the creator, he's loosey goosey about the lore. Like the show tonight in London he literally just tossed us a real confusing bit of knowledge from Perpetua's lips which doesnt make any sense at all in context of lore so thats gonna be fun BUT

A lot of their problems stem from their parents, and not knowing who they were until they were much older. And then Perpetua's rather consistently headcanoned as having been given to the Catholic Church as an orphan to be raised there so theres also the Religious Guilt portion of his mess.

AND THEN THEY END UP FUCKING

And its messy. Because both of them need therapy, Copia is struggling to have to grow up while Perpetua is perhaps enjoying the first ever taste of childish freedom he's had in his entire life and they're both like. Middle aged men.

Oh also the ghost of their mother haunts them though Perpetua can't see her... until he nearly dies (not canon this is my cooking and also it happens because he manages to rile up Copia enough to start choking him during sex and it does almost kill him on one occasion). Dad might also sometimes haunt them but more for the comedy.

Im having a lot of fun and im glad you like how I write them and if this is case of me being like the first in depth brush with Ghost Im so fucking sorry because I will get a lot wrong but I WILL Yap more if you want me to

[yummycrummy]

p1 hcs becuz I am normal abt characters 

-his real name is Rick but he prefers to go by Dude (I like to think that p2's name is Rick too but we aren't talking abt him rn) 

-in his 20s (like...26 or 28???) he looks older to some people though, if he even goes out

-has severe generalised anxiety disorder, PTSD, hypochondria, schizophrenia, social anxiety, and OCD 

- has Anthropophobia, Ataxophobia, Catagelophobia, Claustrophobia, Daemonophobia, and probably way more

-started to take medication at some point but eventually stopped because he thought they wouldn't work and make him more paranoid 

-he owns guns (A LOT of them) probably like, 25. he keeps them perfectly clean and safe, stocked up on his wall or in his panic room. (we'll get to that part soon) he'd probably have a collection of other weapons too, like a bunch of knives and axes (he also keeps them very clean, obsessively) 

-owns a little radio so he can listen to MTV, music that he's into, like Nickelback, KMFDM, Judas Priest, Oingo Boingo and Black Sabbath. helps him relax when he feels like he's really losing it. (he also tries to listen in on the feds, like if they're spying on him. he's that paranoid.)

-cuddles with champ often. especially when hes in bed. he loves that puppy as much as life itself (he'd kill for him) 

-gets sunspots when hes out in the sun for awhile 🌤

-smokes pot frequently. his house probably reeks of it, and so does he lets be real

-smoking too much of the pot can fuck him up, yet he doesn't stop. he doesn't know what else to do, and he doesn't trust doctors.

-fidgets alot. holds onto his cross when hes scared or in need of comfort. bites his nails too.

-has acne scars

-sensitive to bright lights (why he wears sunglasses all the time)

-gets sick really often. all the time. almost died during a few probably

-has shit posture 🦐

-breaks things when hes overwhelmed or angry

-has a bunker/panic room in his basement. keeps way more weapons down there, including MRE's and dog food as well. he thinks about the world coming to an end and so that's basically why he built it. 

-hardly ever leaves his house. feels like the government is going to come for him, so whenever he sees a black vehicle outside, like a van, he freaks the hell out. If he was going to go out and get the mail that day you can forget it. 

-cant hold down a job for long. Idk how this man even has a house (government probably gives him money) that is until he eventually gets evicted (hope this makes sense enough im sleepy)

-can't drive even though he took his learners as a teen. he just can't. makes him more nervous and unable to focus on a lot of things at once, so he either walks or takes the bus. 

-kids would often call him a demon or pull his hair. they thought he was a freak since he never liked to be around any of the other kids, he was always off in some corner or inside at recess, so he was sadly the target of their taunts. 

-his parents weren't redheads like him (recessive genes) so when he was born his mother thought he was the spawn of the devil. she never wanted anything to do with him, as did his dad, so P1 desperately tried everything to get their attention/approval, but nothing ever worked. he eventually left home when he turned 17. 

k thats mostly it ty for reading if u did eee

[kingprinceleo]

Playlist anon-

Have a sketch (sorry for the bad lighting)

Im going to go through your other aus fully to make my review of their playlists so it might take a while but I AM doing it (I really love your music taste), so here's the buffer sketch of my favorite boy (I love your design for him)

Seeing you has given me the inspiration to make my own au and practice the sonic style more (I hope you don't mind your art is a great interpretation tool for me since it includes necks but I swear I'm not copying your style 🙏🏽)

Also that saying of "to improve your art get obsessed with something" me @ vampire au

ohhhh !!! hes so good!!!! you ate up the mask tbh!!!! i still struggle with that thing !! and the hatching is soooo delicious omg please take ur time, (thank u sm!!!! eee) i am looking forward to it!! and tysmmmmmm i loveeee him 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (im so glad i spent so long working on him) and hell yeah!!! good luck and have fun!!! (and i dont mind at all as long as ur not trying to copy my style line for line you feel, general inspo is all fine and good!!!) thats really funny to me bc i dont give them necks....

i only give them a "neck" if they are wearing chokers or turtlenecks or other high collar stuff LMAO (a majority of designs in vampire au have that so i understand why it seems like thats a normal feature DHFJD)

thats so true !!

[aliendogfromouterspace]

omg your doodles are so frigging cute- could i req a tiger? and, if you aren’t too swamped and want to do a second one (no pressure!) a tan calico norwegian forest cat?

eee i’m obsessed with them they’re so good >.<

ahhh im so glad you love my art!! /gen! i decided to incorporate both kitties into one doodle, and im proud to say that this is one of my favorites!! heres your tiger, and tan calico norwegian forest cat!! enjoy!

[heiiyr]

your blog is everything to me cause i’m really fucking crazy about hellyna & mark rn anyway i’m writing some horny bullshit about them. If u have any good ideas marinating in your head about that pls share

SCREAAMS this is so sweet oh my god thank youuu <33 i also feel sooo insane about them they make me go cuckoo bananas!!!! id love to read your fic if you ever feel like sharing eeee, i have never actually published a fic but im so obsessed with them i might have to start.... but ive been writing about severance/markhelly alot in general because i cant get them out of my mind eat sleep breathe markhelly so heres a section of my keynote file that will maybe inspire you again eee im gonna ride on the high of this message for so long i love just knowing one person listens to my ramblings about this silly show

[selfshipgushing]

i was abt to ask for a anon emoji combo but apparently you Cant use images when you’re anonymous????? i still. dont know how this site works

ANYWAYS yall ever hyperfixate on your f/o like the world will explode tomorrow if you stop thinking abt them for even a Second. thats me currently. i fixated on the media she was from before i started selfshipping with her, hell i didnt even finish the second part before i fell in love ,, @_@

i love her sooo much she means the world to me,, ive bought/made stuff based on her already… i bought a kandi bracelet and a t shirt, and yesterday i made a lanyard for a cosplay of her for halloween EEE i might be obsessed idk.. also got an album on my phone dedicated to her (currently at 335 images, i save screenshots and fanart)

GOSH idk if this makes me look like a creep now that im writing all thsi down BUT WHATEVER i love her and thats all that matters 2 me

gf in question btw. shes sooo pretty ueueueueueudjgkfg

you can still have one if youd like :) I add my signoff to non anon posts for tagging purposes

[1nd1gnant]

more malpractice art plz

thank you

im obsessed with them

EEE IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM IT TRULY MAKES MY DAY I'm having such a blast drawing them!

[zethsmo]

Very obsessed with the way you draw Okul <3 makes me shake with joy! <3

EEE im honestly so glad yall enjoy my art, it always makes my day whenever someone tells me that my art cheered them up a bit 🫶 i swear i’ll remember all of you guys thats been here since the start ‼️‼️‼️❤️

[titstraction]

@ryder-the-writer tagged me in a tag game wooo kisss

tag people you'd like to know better and let them answer these questions:

top three ships: remus/sirius is my special interest nothing really compares… but i fw any of the lesbian pairings between lily mary marlene dorcas, keep drawing them!!!! i might write something girl centered one day

first ship: …. larry stylinson… LISTEN-

last song: smithereens by boyish and rachel chinouriri. im obsessed w rachel chinouriri rn you dont understand

last movie: barbieee and i luved it

currently reading: sedating elaine by dawn winter !!! the cover is hot pink eee

last thing i wrote: chapter 3 of my rs big bang piece!!

currently writing: you’ll never guess it…. chapter 4 of my rs big bang piece

tagging @angelfruittree @blackberry-sunset and @misomilf and also sending a million kisses

[lanawinterscigarettes]

aw Aeron you’re so sweet 🥹 thank you for writing your fics the way you do and remembering the default settings (tbf I’ve sent in so many requests you’re gonna be there til the tardis blows up at this rate). Hold the f up the yellow school bus is real??? It’s not just a thing from like, high school musical??? Idk if they have a bus in HSM I can’t remember but you know what I mean!! Hmmm trope is more like a theme of the text like boss x secretary of something maybe it’s more like category? Tea is very complicated yes haha if you make tea wrong a British person will throw you off the island (not really), eee Yorkshire tea that’s what my parents drink also JENNA CINEMATIC UNIVERSE I love that AND IM THE RESIDENT CLARA EXPERT TOO EEEEEEEE sending you more hugs!! Also ufo anon my irl is obsessed with 12 and tells me all the time how she wants to do unspeakable things to him so you’re defo not alone, I love watching s8/9 because while many people are interested in the doctor (and fairly so I know you are too Aeron) I’m more interested in giving the companion a companion if you know what I’m sayin ;)) hope you’re doing well too cd anon and aeron!! Mwah! - ⭐

of course!! I love writing fics for myself but I also love writing fics for the people who request stuff (like you!) and I want to make sure they enjoy the end product which is why I try my best to make stuff to their likings 🫶 (not you comparing the tardis blowing up to when I'll get all my requests done omg star anon 😭 you're too funny)

yes yellow school buses are absolutely real! their whole purpose is to shuttle kids grades k-12 to school and back at the beginning of the morning and at the end of the day, they typically have designated routes/houses and do this if a kid has a parent who can't (or doesn't want to) drive them to and from school everyday. Just a fun little apple pie and bald eagles land fact for you!

also confession time... I've never actually watched any of the high school musical movies before 😓 I know it's crazy but when i was younger I refused to watch anything that wasn't cartoons so something with "real people" as I called it had to REALLY catch my attention in order for me to want to watch it, but now that I'm older I think I might try it out and see what I think of it

yeah typically when I write fics i just put in the warnings/contains section what kind of fic it is, like whether it's fluff or angst or smut or whatever because it's personally easier for me that way, then each of my masterlists have a little "key" that tells you what each fic is (for example a fic with this symbol ♡ beside it would be fluff, this symbol ♤ would be angst, and this symbol ♧ would be smut. And if you can't see the symbols for some reason then I'm sorry ahead of time this probably won't make much sense to you 😭)

I was so confused when you said island at first before remembering just how small the uk is 🤧 I'm fairly certain it's probably not much bigger than Texas like genuinely the us is MASSIVE you can drive for five to six hours going in one direction and still be in the same state it's crazy

I'm glad you enjoy your title as the resident clara expert hehe 🥰 I feel like you're more than just a clara expert though you're probably an expert on the jenna cinematic universe in general because of how much you know, you deserve your own little certificate or degree or something for being able to keep track of all of her different roles and the characters that she's played

I can't with the twelfth doctor I genuinely find him so attractive, like yes I love the doctor in general regardless of which one it is but my favorites are probably nine and twelve idk it's just something about them (also thirteen I'll defend her with my LIFE against all the haters she has 😤)

omg speaking of companions you know which companion I really loved. CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS AAAHHH, him and rose and nine are my ot3 don't even get me started on how much I love those three together omfgggg (I know you're not much into guys if at all star anon so excuse me for showing how gay I am lmao) also though I loved twelve and clara and missy together we deserved more scenes of them 💔 notice how they also show the best dw duos/trios the least because the writers knew we wouldn't be able to handle them giving us all that screen time smh

I hope you're doing well too star anon!! I'm sending you plenty of hugs back your way in crumpet land, as always please make sure you stay warm since I'm sure it must still be cold over there and I wouldn't want you to freeze 💞💞

[mysticpearl]

ABOUT ME!

forgot to do this so here we go lol

i kinda play all 4 but i barely play anymore lol, but my fav characters are..

hsr: boothill, topaz, jingliu, ruan mei

hi3: mobius, thelema, villv, bronya (esp s-nex), and veliona/seele

gi: shenhe, emelie, yae miko, raiden

prsk: airi, akito, haruka, shizuku, mafuyu

my favorite music artists are jhene aiko, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, nessa barrett, sabrina carpenter, TATE MCRAE, pitbull, twenty one pilots, melanie martinez, conan gray, taylor swift, ariana grande!!! my fav song(s) from each are...

jhene: sativa, higher, stranger

olivia: obsessed, brutal, get him back, vampire

megan: cobra, big ole freak, where them girls at

nessa: passenger princess, too hot to cry, noose, pretty poison

sabrina: taste, espresso, fast times, don't smile

tate: exes, chaotic, think later, its ok im ok

pitbull: greenlight, back in time, international love

tøp: redecorate, lavish, clear, cut my lip, atrofd, hometown, polarize, forest, be concerned

mel: the principal, faerie soirée, teddy bear, nymphology

conan: bourgeoisieses, fainted love, maniac, astronomy

taylor: style, clara bow, 'slut!', i can see you

ari: R.E.M, nasty, love language, sweetner

some random songs i also rly like but dont really listen to the artists in general are: switch it up - pooh shiesty, too hotty - qc, bussin - moneybagg yo, between us - TYuS, romans revenge - nicki minaj (eminem vers), piece of me - britney spears.

fun fact: i saw olivia live, saw melanie and conan at lollapalooza, seeing tøp on oct. 1, and fs seeing nessa & tate when they tours again! if anyone wants any videos of all then just ask and when i go ill get them for u (or if its olivia conan and mel i can just send them over haha) (can u tell that i love concerts)

my birthday is actually october 1st, so i get to see my favorite artists as a birthday gift and im so excited eee!

my hobbies: i like to draw, go on walks/runs, and i play alto saxophone!!! i also really like to do makeup

anyways, those are some things about me! i'll add onto this when i figure out more