#i really wanna grow out my sideburns like his

[murderandcoffee]

I'm sorry I sent the ask too early-

Can i get some of your tma character design hcs

👉👈

well of course you can! sorry it's taken me a bit to get to this ask, I'm uh. bad at keeping up with messages lmao

okay so quick disclaimer: I didn't have solid visual ideas of all the tma characters--details would change or shift or whatever, so I'll only list some major ones/the ones I really imagined well

jon:

I see jon as a japanese-british guy who's like 5'6"/5'7" (168-170cm) with a bit of a dad bod. stern-looking, with short black hair that's graying around the temples, and some well-kept facial hair. I imagine him growing his hair out over the course of the show. he's also got glasses. I've drawn my interpretation of jon a couple of times--check out my bs.art tag if you wanna see it!

martin:

uh oh this is the one that could get me in trouble with the fandom. now listen: I had NO contact with fandom interpretations of the characters when I listened, so there was no influence from fanon designs. the martin in my head is a very tall, very lanky, awkward trans guy with blue eyes, shaggy blond hair, and a crooked smile. he's got freckles and glasses, and moves kind of like he's still a teenager getting used to how long his limbs are after a growth spurt.

sasha:

okay so the way I imagined sasha is actually pretty close to a lot of fan interpretations! I see her as a tall-ish, well-put-together, academic-looking black woman with glasses and a natural hair. I picture her wearing a lot of skirts and sweater vests. she's definitely the most professional-looking of the archival staff in my mind.

tim:

I'm not gonna lie I really pictured tim for longest time as tim wright from marble hornets. I kinda still do. tall white guy with dark hair, sideburns, and expressive eyebrows. goofy and expressive. not much else I can say for him lmao.

michael distortion:

this is another one where the picture in my mind is waaaaay different from popular fanon. the distortion, to me, was not psychedelic-eyestrain-tie-dye-colorful. it was more of a black and white, reality but a little to the left, slenderman-/cryptid-esque vibe. definitely inspired by the visual auras I get from migraines. the distortion looks completely normal until you see its reflection/see it through a warped pane of glass, then it's all sorts of fucked up! but fucked up in a take too much nyquil and see the hat man sort of way, instead of a take too much acid and see god sort of way.

gerry:

I believe in natural redhead gerry

basira:

okay okay another one that people are gonna disagree with. the basira in my head does not wear a hijab. she's got her hair slicked back into a tight, military-style bun. brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin, some moles and freckles, some scars, no-nonsense, take-no-shit attitude.

daisy:

the daisy I picture is a small firecracker of a woman. she's dangerous the way brass knuckles are dangerous--sure they fit in the palm of your hand, but they will deliver blows that you won't ever recover from, if you're lucky enough to survive. she's covered in scars, muscular, very pale (I see her mostly as a redhead), and with some tattoos, too. sometimes I picture her as blonde, but I like ginger daisy.

melanie:

I've drawn my version of melanie! I see her as desi/south asian, with wavy brown hair and brown-green eyes. I hc that she dyes her hair red, but once she's infected with the slaughter it starts staying that way (un)naturally. she's short in my mind, probably a few inches shorter than jon.

I don't have much for elias, georgie, or helen, really. their designs kind of shift around in my head. I feel like I'm forgetting characters, but oh well!

I've drawn a few not listed here (annabelle, agnes)

if there are any characters in particular that you're curious to see how I envision them, lemme know!

[writingforfishes]

(from @worm-writes-hicfics)

if u haven't already in a previous post would u be up to like uhhh give physical descriptions of otto n atticus i wanna draw them and like know exactly what to picture when reading your fics lol

no pressure tho im bein silly asf rn

Awww! This is actually really cool and I love talking about these dudes!

Otto is around 6'3. He's lanky in that he has long arms and legs, but he has broad, rounded shoulders. His core is pretty broad as well and his tummy is soft and pooches out a little. It doesn't help that he slouches regularly. He has a longish torso as well.

He has a beard and mustache, both trimmed. He's got a very prominent brow bone (but his brows aren't particularly bushy). His eyes tend to look a little wild when he gets excited or emotional, but his eyelids rest a bit heavier when he's calm or tired. He has dark brown eyes.

He has freckles all across his nose and cheeks and down his shoulders. (and lighter everywhere else on his body)

He does have body hair, but it's a bit more delicate that you'd expect. A peppering of body hair in the conventional places for someone running on testosterone.

His hair is tamed on most days with a side part, but his curls go wild pretty easily. He's starting to grey as well, which is showing in both his beard and his hair. His hair is brown, but not dark brown.

His hands are large, fingers long and thin.

He has a delicate nose and larger lips.

I keep Atticus a bit more ambiguous. They're basically me (idealized to a certain extent), but I don't like to describe them too much more than I do in the fic in case someone wants to picture themselves in their place.

Atticus is short, around 5'. They have thick curly hair they style in an undercut of some sort. They have brown eyes and freckles and wear glasses. I picture their glasses a little different than my own. Their glasses are black-rimmed and squarish with perhaps a little thickness at the top of the frame.

In the past they've had larger frames that were plastic and tortoise shell patterned.

They have a pretty stunning mustache (this is the idealized part...) that they either trim at their top lip or let grow and style at the sides in a bit of a casual handlebar. They also have sideburns and tend to get stubble throughout the day.

They have sparse but dark body hair on their chest and stomach and other places body hair normally grows. (Chest and stomach are idealized for me...it's getting there but it's sloooow.) They have white streaks of silver hair mixed with their dark brown hair on the sides of their head.

They have freckles on their arms and shoulders. They have light freckles on their face.

Atticus based on me has a pretty small frame, but I hope they can be read with a larger frame as well. They have a soft belly that pooches a little. They actually really enjoy the feeling of having a belly.

The scar from their top surgery mimics mine. Instead of the classic two scars it's a scar that goes from one armpit to the other and meets in the middle in a point, the scar curving downward over their pecs. So, like a very wide, curvy 'w'.

Um, I think that's it. I mean, hell, is that enough? It might be too much. You're welcome????

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

thought id ask since it’s thirsty thursday… do you have any thots you want to share???

it do be thirsty thursday. tbh i wanna share some thots about werewolf!elvis + werewolf!austin cause i feel like i haven't rly explored that yet

i'm straight basing this on teen wolf and i have no regrets ok

ELVIS

breeding kink hello

he's extremely possessive. he wants to own you, every part of you, and he wants everyone to know. he claims you.

he's obsessed with cuddling and when you're laying down together, he'll nuzzle your neck just to rub his scent on you + get yours on himself.

he's very, very, extremely protective. if anyone so much as looks at you funny, the claws and teeth are coming out. this man has 0 patience and 0 chill. he will kill whoever, whenever, wherever if he has to to protect you.

he has a lot of conflict with who and what he is. he's almost scared of himself, that he'll hurt you. that he'll somehow accidentally turn you and make you like him. and that's the last thing he wants.

he's always warm and smells like the woods, kind of like burning wood.

SO HAIRY OH MY GOD the sideburns???? jesus christ

rough as fuck during sex, but afterward, he's like a baby.

he needs constant attention, he needs to be held, he needs to be praised. he wants constant contact with you, cuddling or holding hands. whatever it takes to have your body next to him.

AUSTIN

you're his anchor 1000%

when the full moon is out, he originally wants you nowhere near him. he's convinced he'll hurt you and he takes every precaution he can think of to protect you.

of course, you disobey him because you want to make sure that he's alright. it scares you, that first time, to see what he really is. but as soon as you start to talk to him in a soft, low voice, you can see his eyes growing softer.

he adores cuddling and, like elvis, rubs his scent all over you. but whereas elvis likes to claim you, austin just wants you to always think of him. he wants to always be with you.

he does this kind of low growl, purr, whatever you want to call it when you rub your fingers through his hair. he also snores really softly when he sleeps.

also a breeding kink, but it's again less of a controlling/owning need and more of a need just to spend the rest of his life with you. he wants ur babies because he wants to raise a family with you

so tender in bed. literally so soft. you know he'll never hurt you.

honestly i see a lot of similarities between them, but the major difference i can think of is that austin is a little softer than elvis

[zukump3]

do the bnha boys shave?

idk where this idea came from but it came to my head and now i have to write about it LMAO

warnings: a lil suggestive so aged up characters, also established relationship in some of them

short answer: yes and no

he definitely shaves his face (beard, mustache, sideburns etc) because he doesn’t think he looks good with facial hair

he also thinks stubbles are gross on him

sometimes shaves his chest hair, but rarely

doesn’t shave his armpit hair

he doesn’t shave his happy trail (the hair that grows underneath your bellybutton and trails down to your pubic hair) until it gets pretty thick. his happy trail is a lil sensitive 🥴 so when he shaves it he gets a lil red in the face

he trims his pubic hair but doesn’t really outright shave it unless he has to. his pubic hair is a little darker than his actual hair and loosely curly

doesn’t shave his leg hair at all and gets mad when you pick at it

short answer: yes

shaves everything lmao.

he doesn’t really grow facial hair so he never needs to shave it, but when he gets a stubble he will shave it off

^^ the same w/ chest hair. he doesn’t really grow it enough to shave it

trims his armpit hair

idk about happy trail... i think he either trims it or shaves it completely

he shaves his pubic hair completely. he just doesn’t like it on him and it makes him itchy lmao. like his hair, it’s dark green and very curly

he shaves his leg hair when it gets too long but other than that he lets it grow

short answer: yes and no

first off, he definitely shaves his facial hair cause he doesn’t want his facial hair to end up like endeavor’s.

doesn’t shave his armpit hair

shaves his chest hair too,, doesn’t like the way it looks on him

doesn’t care enough to shave his happy trail but he does it sometimes

he trims his pubic hair since his s/o likes it so much. yes, it’s split down the middle, red on one side and white on the other. it’s so pretty actually HAHDJD

sometimes shaves his leg hair

short answer: not really! lmao

hair is apart of his MANLY MAN MAN SHIT

he was gonna let his mustache / beard grow out until sero and kaminari made fun of it 🙄 but he DOES let a stubble grow before shaving it

doesn’t shave his chest hair

doesn’t shave his armpit hair

definitely doesn’t shave his happy trail

his pubic hair is a yes and no... he’ll trim it when it gets too long and he’ll shave it completely if it peaks beneath the pants of his hero costume. it’s black like his actual hair but he’s probably dyed it dark red before

but he will shave his pubic hair b4 he gets laid

doesn’t shave his leg hair lmao

short answer: no, bc he barely grows any

he grew a stubble and wanted to see how he would look with facial hair but it didn’t grow beyond that. he shaved it off from disappointment

he barely has armpit hair so he doesn’t really shave it

the same with chest hair. doesn’t really have it but he does shave it

has a very light happy trail that you can barely see. sometimes shaves it

i believe he trims his pubic hair but at the same time, he doesn’t grow a lot of it. he does shave it when he’s about to get laid tho

sometimes shaves his leg hair

short answer: yes and no!

grows facial hair pretty fast so he’s usually always clean shaven on his face!

has rlly curly armpit hair that he might trim of it gets irritated

he’s got a few hundred strands of chest hair that he doesn’t really pay attention too

it’s the same with his happy trail. he doesn’t really pay attention to it

his pubic hair is so sharp that he has to at least TRIM IT. other than that it gets rlly irritating and makes his skin all red

i hc that he also has hair like on his ankles cause why not

short answer: yes!

he always likes to look his best, so his facial hair is always shaven. you barely even see him with a stubble

trims his armpit hair

definitely shaves his chest hair, but he’ll let it grow out a lil if his s/o likes it

i hc that he has hair on his knuckles too that he shaves

has such a sexy happy trail,,, but he shaves it ugh

also one that shaves his pubic hair completely

shaves his leg hair bc he’s scared it’s gonna burn and catch on fire from his engines 💀

short answer: yes and no

only shaves his facial hair cause aizawa shaves his sometimes

trims his armpit hair. it’s lighter than his head hair, almost pastel looking

doesn’t really have any chest hair so there’s nothing to shave

has a very pastel / light happy trail that he pays no attention to

shaves his pubic hair cause he doesn’t wanna be bothered by it. it’s very curly and soft

doesn’t shave his leg hair cause he doesn’t care

short answer: yes!

doesn’t grow that much facial hair so there’s nothing to shave

his armpit hair smells like clams for some reason so he shaves it

doesn’t rlly grow chest hair but he always shaves the area

i hc he also has hair on his knuckles that he shaves so his quirk can work well

also has a sexy happy trail that he’ll keep if his s/o wants him too

has the softest pubic hair ever,, like it’s kinda cute. he trims it

doesn’t really shave his leg hair

[grvntld]

27 may 2022 • aina day hooray ♡

celebrated my birthday yesterday! wasnt able to go the beach like we first planned to ☹︎ but izzokie because we went to a spa and had a pamper day instead (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ugh so good

we started aina day by having our go-to nomnom at burger king and then we went to sideburns barbershop so moosey could finally hv all his hair shaved. he's been wanting to get bald for the longest time so yay for him! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ then we had horchata, my fave, at el chapo's. btw, if you havent had their tacos, i suggest you try them out! super yum and filling, i swear (o˘◡˘o)

from there we went to crown garden spa and had some pamper time. we went for one of their couple's packages that includes foot spa, sauna bath, full body scrub, full body massage, and scalp massage ٩(♡ε♡)۶ supah dupah love the experience! we feel very much rejuvenated as we were really taken care of and pampered by the staff ♡ oh also, moosey kept holding in his laughter because he's ticklish and it was such an adorbs sight lol

capped aina day off with another fave of mine—marugame udon. my go-to order is their beef udon + kani tempura + ebi tempura ♡(>ᴗ•) and then i also always get those greenies and fried crumbs for extra texture bc ya know me, i love me some crunch

so so so so happy and grateful to relish this lifetime as much as i can ♡ growing up (and until now, tbh), ive always had the thought that i, too, will die young like my biological mother. we lost her when she was just 23 and i was a month old so i always thought i had that same fate too, but im 3 years past her ~death age~ and i wanna believe i hv yet to experience more (♡˙︶˙♡)

[nedxwynert]

The Happy Dance (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Character(s): Jacob and Reader

Word count: 876

Warnings: None

Summary: Female reader, doesn’t want to wake up but when she does it was a big surprise.

Masterlist

How is this possible?! All this bloody time and it comes to this?! Ever since you joined the Rooks you had this big disaster of a crush on Jacob who was the leader of the gang....but sometimes you just wanna hit him but you knew how to calm yourself down. You and some other members were getting trained by Jacob, learning how to fight and block punches but you had a little bit of a trouble and whenever he would kick you and make you trip and fall on your arse, he would just laugh like it was some sort of amusement to him. But of course he wouldn’t really apologies but make a bit of a ‘date’ and have a cup of tea with you (well you have the warm tea and he was his normal whiskey all the time). Yet somewhere you can sense a softer side to this buff gang leader but hell, like you were to ever see that.

One bright tiring morning, the sun beaming through your bedroom curtains, the birds chirping, and the morning sounds of London began to grow louder of all the hooves clopping on the stone tile streets, the carriages rolling around behind the horses, the sound of people talking, and of course the bloody noisy train and its loud whistles. But this morning was just a tad bit quieter and you mention to sleep in just a little longer but when you rolled over to your back, a loud sniffling and panting was close to your face...a....a dog? Your eyes slowly open and indeed it was a dog. A small white curly haired dog was super close to your face. How the hell did it get in here?

Bleck!

Dog breath filled your nose by the little mutt as it was incredibly disgusting and almost wanted to make you puke by its nasty breath. “Time to get up novice!” Wait a minute...is that...oh no.

“Jacob...five more minutes,” you said sleepy, rolling over with a groan and pulled the covers over your head. The feeling of your warm breath and body heat filled under the bed covers, making your skin sweat and become sticky like oil to both the bed covers and your little clothing..

“Oh no you don’t. Time to get up!” You felt his strong hands pull back the covers of your bed, climbing on top of you with your hands pinned to the bed. What the hell was he doing? Slowly your face flushed in a darkness of red which was indeed you blushing. You had such the urge to take your hand and rub your thumb of his sideburns and kiss him but why would you kiss him when he probably wouldn’t even like it. His handsome face leaned into yours slowly having your heartbeat faster. Is….is he gonna kiss you? He came to a stop with your lips inches away and your noses brushing a little against each other. “Now you will get up and out of bed or....I will have to stay here like this until you say to me that you will get up.” God his eyes are so beautiful! You couldn’t really know what he was saying but caught a little of it and...my goodness he really needs a mint. The smell of his whiskey breath and what also seems to be...garlic? Whatever it was his breath smelled and he knew about it, now letting you know about it real good enough. Soon you could feel your stomach began to turn and your hands moving a little, not wanting to puke in front of him which would totally embarrass the hell out of you so you spoke up quickly.

“Okay! I’ll get up! Just get off...and take a bloody mint.”

“That was easier than I thought.”His face remained to be quite serious and not at all did you ever see him smile and never saw one of him smiling at you but once he got out of your bed and off of you...a small smile? You couldn’t believe your eyes. Quickly you pinched your right arm and flinched. Yep, this indeed wasn’t a dream.

“Wait wait wait….have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?” You spoke softly, making him stop in the doorway, turning to you slowly but just his head. You sat there in your bed, holding the covers to your chest to cover your body from him seeing it since you were half naked under the covers. Patiently you waited for him to reply and what seemed to be forever.

“Get dressed. We have a big day ahead of ourselves.” His face turned away and walked out, yet you knew you saw it. All of this time of him giving you crap and he now finally had the will to crack a smile when he thought you wouldn’t pay attention. Sitting there in your warm bed you slowly laid back down and stared at the ceiling, and yet...you began to smile and break into your happy dance.

“You better be out of bed!”

“I am!” You lied, giggling then smile more and squealed in happiness.

[sugar-petals]

caro i need blackie haired now i really wanna kill my friend hfjdkl do you know where i can find ??

oh, black hair on baekhyun. you’re getting me started on something. time for a thread.

what i notice is, it transforms him completely. it’s a serene and introverted image. 

knowing that this is his natural state and we rarely see it makes it special. double take potential, he’s dying it so often. now it matches his eyes, perfectly. so unusual to see him this way, it IS hard to come by, and it IS very compelling. look at those reflections.

when he grows it out clean or they dye it close to his original color, it’s jawdropping.

i actually took a color palette to find out which type of black it is since there are dozens. it’s the shade/tone of literal gems and jewels. 

baekhyun’s hair is colored like black jade and obsidian. (my favorite picture in this thread is this one)

compare:

this is what raw obsidian looks like. that’s how rich and full the color is.

and this is black jade.

sometimes i feel like baekhyun also behaves differently when he grows it out. it’s hard to explain. he feels more centered. maybe it’s because he associates off-stage or pre-idol life with it. when his hair is black, baekhyun is candid.

it’s more of a quiet reflection type of impression. i never see him as melancholic and vulnerable.

i don’t know if it’s coincidence or how he sees himself with his natural color. you hardly see baekhyun pensive this way.

nor as authentically confident. like yes, it’s baekhyun, just being me, sovereign but humble and open. he just comes across as different.

(^this shirt color is great on him)

it also makes for a good stage image, acting, and photo shoot style. it gives him gravity to become this kind of solemn character.

bonus: what makes me feral — when he dyed it and the tone fades or even more so, the roots (!!) begin to show. i’ve lost my mind over this. 

especially the cute black pupper sideburns always peeking. once you know it, you spot them everywhere in his pictures. 

and ofc: the undercut <3

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

Strange New Worlds S1E02 Reaction

This one was perfect in every convincible way.

I’m in LOVE with uhura. Celia Rose Gooding is so so so so amazing and I can’t wait to see her play uhura 1000 times more. 

She put her foot in her mouth so often?? She’s so different from who she is in TOS but you can see the messy edges she’s made up of and the awesome person she’s going to turn into from her performance now. She’s brilliant and beautiful even when she’s being cringy. I can 100% see the woman who is suave and confident enough to be able to talk her way out of any situation and fluster even Spock (although I feel like she’s able to do that now too, albeit in a less smooth way). 

I loved how this episode started off with Pike being surrounded by all his friends and having a good time. It contrasted nicely with the last episode where he was basically alone other than the one night stand. The whole scene felt very domestic and it was nice to take a breather and see the crew interacting with each other. I feel like the writers really listened to the fans’ issues with discovery, because pacing for both the past episodes has been very well done, with enough time to get a decent amount of character development. 

Hemmer seems like a fun character! I’m excited to see more of him. He reminds me of Mccoy. 

I felt SO bad when Pike fumbled asking the “what are you going to be doing in ten years” question, cause the scene before had been so lighthearted and happy and then there was just a jarring reminder of his impending fate. I’m surprised by how well the writers have been handling that as well, because it seems pretty difficult to write a character like that and balance the lighthearted moments with the doom and gloom and do it well. 

Although we only got a few moments of Chapel in this episode, I loved every second of her on screen. I did not expect to like her this much but she’s quickly turning into one of my favorite characters. However, I do think Uhura bringing up her flirting was kinda random and didn't really make sense in that context. 

Sam Kirk was. An interesting choice. I did not understand the point of him this episode, although it was very funny when he touched the random alien artifact. 

I‘m going to go off on a tangent here for a bit. I LOVE this show and the characters but sometimes it feels so painful to reconcile their current selves (happy, smiling) with how we know they’re going to end up (dead or worse). That’s one of the perils of watching a prequel, and I'm trying to enjoy them as they are, but sometimes it’s difficult. I guess that’s what makes the happy moments all the more precious, because we know they’re limited. 

The main plot was great, we’ve done the “music notes open alien artifact” before in TOS but it was definitely much better executed here. 

Also I already made a separate post about this but I ADORE when Star Trek does the “Science and Faith can and do coexist” thing so much. It’s something that I spent a long time struggling with when I was younger, and as I grow as a scientist/engineer, it’s something that I appreciate all the more. They handled it very respectfully. The tie-in with Pike’s own struggles in reconciling predestination and his own choices was well done, and I’m excited to see his character arc with this struggle. Pike knowing the names of all the kids he saves and the PICTURES of the babies at the very end was gut-wrenching.

I wanna see more Una!! In this episode, I think she was only shown in the context of consoling Pike or during reaction shots. I’m being greedy (I wanna see EVERYONE in every episode) but I am a bit surprised at how under-utilized she's been considering she’s one of the main three. 

Spock was great in this episode, as expected (Ethan Peck my beloved) except for his sideburns. What the fuck was up with those. 

Overall, this was amazing, it exceeded my expectations and then some. I enjoyed it a lot more than the first, and I had liked the first one a lot!! 

I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on this episode!

[djarinslover]

Always Be My Maybe

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader 

Warnings: None

Word Count: Little over 2k

A/N: Yes, I stole the title from the movie Always Be My Maybe but I thought this title would really work with this fic idea I have. This is going to be a series and I’m excited to see where it goes. Enjoy!

You were minding your own business at recess, reading a book when three older boys came up to you. They began picking on you, making fun of you being by yourself and calling you names. No teacher was around and no one else seemed bother by what was happening. You tried to ignore them until one of them snatches the book out of your hands.

“Hey!” you cried out, reaching up. “Give it back!”

“What are you gonna do about it?” he taunted, holding the book high over your head.

“I know what I’m going to do!” someone called out behind them.

The boys turned around to find a boy around your age glaring at them with his fists raised. The older boys laughed, rolling their eyes until the boy threw a punch into one boy’s stomach. The boy doubled over in pain, falling to the ground as his friends just watched. They looked dumbfounded, staring at the younger boy who was still glaring at them. 

“Anyone else?” 

The older two shook their heads before grabbing their friend and hurried away. The boy picked up the book that was thrown to the ground, handing it back to you with a smile.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You shyly take the book back, holding it to your chest as you looked at him. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m Jack. I just moved here with my mom.”

“Oh, nice!” You introduce yourself, biting at the skin on your lip anxiously. “What grade are you in?”

“I just started seventh.”

“Hey, me too!”

Jack sat down next to you, peering over at the book. “Whatcha reading?”

You tilt the book towards him, letting him read the title. His nose crinkles as he laughs, making you laugh in return. “Look, I read a lot and sometimes it can be the most random find in the library. Leave me alone.” You teasingly stick your tongue out at him.

The two of you laugh and talk the rest of recess, waving goodbye when the free time ended. All throughout the day, you couldn’t help but think about your new friend. At the end of the day as you were walking home, you noticed Jack was walking ahead of you. You jog to catch up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned, smiling as he sees you.

“Hey, stranger!” he greeted.

“You walk home, too?”

“Yeah. My mom works late and we don’t live on a bus route.”

“Me, either. Which street?”

“Winchester Lane,” he said.

“No way! That’s my street, too!”

You laugh loudly at the coincidence, jostling each other as you walk. You learn Jack is the new neighbor you had seen moving in the other day. The two of you giggle some more as you realize you were neighbors. When you reach home, you notice how reluctantly he climbs his stairs. You call out to him, “Wanna come over? My parents can make us snacks and help with homework.”

Jack’s face lit up at the invite, rushing down his steps to bounce up yours. You burst through the front door, tugging Jack into the kitchen to meet your parents. 

“Mom, Dad, this is my new friend. His name is Jack and he’s our next door neighbor!”

Your parents pause their dinner prep, turning around with wide grins on their faces. Your mom bends down to bring Jack into a hug, making him look at you with a plea for help at how tightly she was squeezing him.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Jack!” your mom cooed. “Are your parents home? We’d love to meet them.”

“I only have my mom, and she’s at work ‘til later. She’s a nurse.”

Your mom nods while your dad ruffles Jack’s hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you kids want a snack?’

“Duh, dad. No one can do homework on an empty stomach.”

You throw your bag onto the table, sliding into a chair. You gesture for Jack to sit, so he followed awkwardly. He pulls his homework out of his bag and begins to work. Your dad sets down a bowl of apple slices and caramel for the two of you to share. You both munch happily as you try to figure out a math problem.

A few weeks into your friendship, you had your first sleepover. Jack’s mom wasn’t comfortable leaving him home alone on the nights she had to work, and he didn’t want a babysitter. Your parents offered to have him sleepover those nights she worked, they only asked she provide a few extra bucks for groceries. It was a great arrangement if they asked you.

Though Jack was supposed to sleep in the guestroom, the two of you set up camp in the living room the first night of your sleepover adventures. Your parents let it slide since it was a Friday. You two had popcorn, soda and a bunch of movies. Jack even managed to sneak a movie you weren’t supposed to watch until you were older. The Conjuring.

“I don’t know, Jack. My parents could come out and check on us at any moment . . .”

“Live a little! Every kid our age has seen a scary movie already! We gotta be cool like them!”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought it through. When you met Jack’s puppy dog eyes, you shrugged. “Fine. But I’m leaving you for the demon when it comes to get us.”

“I’ll outrun you, no problem.”

He popped the movie in and you settled into your blankets, popping popcorn in your mouth. As the movie went on, the more on edge you became. You and Jack were scooting closer and closer to each other, until at one point you were holding each other. There was a part in the movie that got you both to scream, throwing your blankets over your heads and screwing your eyes shut. Your parents came running, turning the lights on as they entered the room.

“Are you two okay?! We heard you scream!” your mother said.

You peeked from under the safety of the blankets, seeing your dad brandishing a bat and your mom kneeling in front of the couch. Your eyes flickered to the tv, making your mom turn to see what you were looking at. Her eyebrows flew into her hairline, lips taunt and arms crossing as she looked back at you.

“I see you’ve been watching something you shouldn’t have been.”

You exchange a sheepish look with Jack, neither one of you confessing who’s idea it was the watch the movie. Your dad sighed as he trudged back to bed, bat dragging on the floor. Your mom rubbed her temples.

“Bed, both of you. Now.”

You both nod, standing and heading for your rooms. You stopped as you look into your dark room. You turn back to your mom. “Mom? Can Jack sleep with me?”

She quirked an eyebrow.

“I really don’t want to sleep alone.”

“I don’t want to, either.”

She sighed, turning the tv off. “Go. I’m telling your mother in the morning, Jack.”

You dash to your room, Jack hot on your heels. When you’re both curled up in bed and your mom said goodnight for a second time, you fall into a fit of giggles.

“No more scary movies until we’re older, got it?”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry,” Jack huffed out through giggles. 

The two of you finally calmed down, laying face to face and drifting off.

Your friendship continued to blossom. The two of you were inseparable, always attached at the hip, always having sleepovers, study sessions, adventures. The two of you balanced each other well. Jack was a mischievous troublemaker and you were the peacekeeper. You helped him get out of trouble and he helped you out of your comfort zone. Your parents and his mom joked that the two of you were get married in the future, since you were hardly ever seen without each other. 

As the two of you got older, you began to develop feelings for Jack. You didn’t like to think much about them, even though every time you were near him you felt like your stomach was going to explode from the rush of butterflies. You thought every kid developed a small crush on their closet friend; it was normal, right?

You never said anything to your parents, afraid they would tease you every time Jack was around. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment you started having a crush on him, only remembered the day you noticed how beautiful he was. 

The two of you were laying on your bed after a long week of starting high school, looking for something to watch on Netflix. While Jack was flipping so fast through the movies, you stopped paying attention. Instead, you began studying your best friend. His lips were pursed, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. You noticed the little details to his face you never seemed to see before. Like the few freckles that dotted along his jawline, the way his nose hooked just slightly, the way his Adam's apple was growing every day with puberty. His hair was getting longer, curling at the ends and sideburns slowly filling in. His tongue flicked out to lick his dry, pink lips, drawing your attention to them. You wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

"Aha! This seems interesting, lets watch this!" he exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts.

You advert your eyes from him to the tv, looking at the movie 'What Happened To Monday' on screen. You shrug, leaning back against your headboard. "Sure, sounds good."

Jack nestled into your side as the movie started, making your heart leap to your throat. He was so warm and smelled so good, like lavender shampoo and mint. It made you flush, grateful for the movie keeping his attention. You don't what you would've done if he noticed your face. It was too hard to pay attention to the movie with his weight against you. It’s not like you’ve never cuddled him before, but this time was different. You felt the heat of his body where he was pressed against you, the rise and fall of his chest, every breath he took. You felt like you were holding your breath during the whole movie, until you drifted off to sleep in his arms. 

When you awoke, the home screen of Netflix was up and you were nestled into the side of Jack. Your head was in the crook of his neck, his arm wrapped snuggly against your waist to keep you close. You froze, heart picking up speed as you realized what position you were in. You didn’t want to move, waking him wasn’t what you wanted to do. So, you lay trapped by your best friend (and crush) in your own bed. He snored, making you jolt in surprise before snickering quietly. You wondered what time it was, then slowly fell back to sleep due to the warm sensation of Jack holding you.

When you woke up the next morning, Jack was on his phone. Still laying in your bed, mind you. You might have to get a bigger bed if he was going to keep sleeping next to you. You weren’t those gangly twelve year old’s anymore. You stretch, drawing his attention to you.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he exclaimed, beaming as brightly as the sun shining in your room.

“What time is it?”

“Almost ten. Wanna go get breakfast? Your parents went to work.”

“How do you know?”

“They came in about an hour ago to check on you. They had no idea I was here, haha.”

You flush, not ready for “The Talk” you were surely going to get from them later tonight. You sit up, shaking your bedhead and stretching some more. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go to Betty’s, I’m craving waffles.”

You and Jack spent your Saturday wandering around town, doing the same shit you’ve done since you’d known him. On your way back home, his mom called. She sounded urgent, tone making Jack’s face tighten with anxiety. When he hung up, he started to walk quicker. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you later, I gotta go home right now.” The two of you were on the corner of your street, where he sprinted to his steps. “I’ll call you later!” he called over his shoulder.

You watch him rush into the house, door slamming behind him. You trail home slowly, confused as to what would make him so worried. When you opened the door, your parents were sitting on the couch. They were clearly waiting for you, if their faces were any indication. You sigh, closing the door and leaning against.

“I know you’re young, honey, but never to young to start exploring. So we want to talk to you about safe sex,” your mom said.

“I’m not having sex with Jack!”

Your parents exchange a look. “Even so,” your father started, “It’s better for you to be informed now instead of two years from now when you’re pregnant.”

“Evan!” Your mother slapped his shoulder, eyes narrowed. 

You huff, rolling your eyes. “We have sex ed at school, I really don’t feel like talking to my parents about sex right now, okay? You have nothing to worry about.”

You run to your room before they can stop you and begin demonstrating how to put a condom on with a banana. You flop face first into your pillows, groaning. You were only fourteen, did they really thing you were having sex already? And sex with Jack, no less! Though the thought did make your cheeks heat and a funny tingle run down your spine, you shake your head. He was just a friend. Your best friend.

Right?

[lu-undy]

perle kneads spy's butt and sniper say "no, that butt's mine."

Here it is!

Sniper had been up for a while, with a smile on his lips.

For a few weeks now, his life had changed. He rarely slept in his van, alone, with the sound of distant wild creatures for a lullaby. No, not anymore. His bed now was large, the sheets made of satin, the last thing he would hear before falling asleep would be the air snapping under the sound of a kiss given by a white, purring panther.

White, his skin was paler than Sniper's own. Purring, his chuckle was velvet to Sniper's ear. And the panther, the silent assassin, like him, although contrary to him, Sniper's lover had to be dangerously close to his enemy to strike. 

"Mh…" 

"Mornin' gorgeous." 

The older man smiled and buried his head deeper on Sniper's chest. The Aussie pulled the blanket over his back. 

"Wanna sleep more?" 

One kiss landed on his chest.

"Is the one kiss yes?"

One kiss.

"If it's a yes, then come and gimme a real kiss." 

The panther clawed his way up to Sniper's neck, kissing, nipping, and-

"Oi! I said kiss, not bite!" 

The chuckle he received as an answer tickled his ears. 

"D'you want me to bite too?" 

"Perhaps." The voice with the French accent sang before kissing the shell of the Aussie's ear. 

Sniper turned to look at his lover better.

"Mornin', Spook." He smiled.

"Good morning to you too, Sniper." Spy closed his eyes and let the Aussie take his lips into a chaste kiss. He hummed in thanks. "Have you slept well?" 

"Yeah, you?" 

"Oui." 

"Dreamt of anythin'?"

Spy chuckled. 

"Why're you laughin'?" 

"Since the first night that we slept together, you have always asked me this question in the morning." Spy said.

"It's cause of my mum." Sniper wrapped his arms around Spy and kissed his brow. 

"What about her?" 

"She used to tell me what my dreams meant whenever I could remember them." 

"Oh, so you know how to interpret them too?"

"Only a few things. She knows best and it's always fairly funny 'cause stuff never means somethin' logical." 

"Dreams rarely are. But pray give me an example." Spy nuzzled in Sniper's neck. 

"Right, uh, let me remember… ah, yeah, if you dream that you're eatin' raw meat, Mum says it means you're gonna get sick." 

"Oh, curious."

"Yeah, it's quite weird."

"Let me tell you about my dream then." Spy said and closed his eyes. "I dreamt that I met a man."

"Mh-hm." 

"Oui, a man who was taller than me, wilder than me."

"Meow." Spy's white and long haired cat entered the room. 

"Oh, hey Pearl." 

"Perle…"

"Meow." She jumped on the bed and walked to Sniper, his scratching technique was unparalleled. The Aussie lazily brushed her long fluff before letting his fingers sink in the soft white cloud and gently scratching her. Both him and Spy heard her purrs.

"What happened with that guy?" Sniper asked. 

Spy slid a leg between Sniper's and started gently scratching his chest, through the short, dark hairs. He was resting his head on his chest too and was lying on his stomach. 

"I fell for his charms." 

"Oh-ho," Sniper smirked. "That's a surprise, eh?"

"Oui, it is. I did not know I could fall for a man with the roughest of skins, tanned by the sun and sideburns that are out of any kind of fashion. But I accepted them and now find them attractive even." 

"So what did you like about him?" Sniper asked as the cat turned to ask for scratches on different parts of her.

"His wild side, the hoarse voice, his large, calloused hands which, if I am in luck, leave hot prints on my body wherever they touch." 

Sniper's body temperature started rising.

"Y'like my voice, huh?" He spoke deliberately with a huskier voice than usual and felt Spy's embrace on his body tighten. His nails pressed on the Aussie's skin. "Oh, he does, doesn't he?"

One kiss on Sniper's neck. 

"Gentle with the teeth, or I'll bite ya twice as hard…" He added when he felt Spy's fangs grazing his skin. "Gettin' hot?" 

The teeth gently retracted and one kiss landed on Sniper's neck. He then pushed the blanket away from Spy, revealing the pyjamas of the man laying on him as if his life depended on it. Spy resumed his scratching of Sniper's chest with his head laying right under the Aussie's ear. Pearl lay on the Aussie's chest too and started kneading it as well.

"Look at both of you… Spook, I swear you're just a big cat." 

"Miaou." He answered with a smile. "And you? You are a wolf."

[Meow]

"A wolf?" 

"Oui."

"But wolves live in packs. I spend my time alone." 

"Are you?" Spy asked and Sniper looked down on his chest again. He saw both Spy gently grazing his skin with his nails and Perle purring and kneading her paws there.

"Eh, maybe you're right." He finally said. 

"Of course I am." The arrogant Frenchie said. "But please tell me." 

"Yeah?" 

"What do you like in me?" He asked.

"Pff, as if you hadn't heard it a billion times."

"Oh, I did, but never from you, with your own words, your voice." 

"Someone really has a thing for my voice, huh?" 

One kiss on his neck. 

"Does that work whatever I say?" He asked. 

"There is only one way to find out." Spy answered and the Aussie chuckled. 

"Right then, listen here…" Sniper let his voice be as hoarse as possible. "If you take some water and gently boil it in a saucepan, yeah? Add a pinch of salt to it all, mh, yeah, just like that, now drop a couple of eggs there, gently… Yeah, that's good… Now wait about six minutes and you get hard boiled eggs."

Sniper waited to get a reaction from Spy, an irritated "Bushman!" or anything similar, but it never came. Instead, Spy pushed his nails deeper in the Aussie's skin and stuck his pelvis to him before gently pushing his teeth against Sniper's neck.

"Oh, bugger…" Sniper could feel that the Frenchman was dealing with something else, something that prevented his blood from flowing all the way up to his head, and that's why he hadn't complained. "That much?" He asked and felt one long and lingering kiss down his neck. "I had no idea… I've only just told you how to boil an egg, bloody hell!"

Spy didn't answer other than just pushing his pelvis a bit more against Sniper. 

"Guess that's a yes then…" 

One other long kiss and Sniper chuckled. 

"You're weird, Spook…" 

"As if." The other one answered. 

"As if what?" 

"You too have some buttons that, if I press them right, would make you melt." 

"Yeah, but tellin' me how to boil an egg's not gonna do it for me, eh?" 

"It is not the recipe that got to me, but the voice." Spy explained.

"I know, it's just funny that it works for ridiculous stuff." 

One kiss on his neck and Sniper felt Spy's gentle, hot breath and his lips lingering there. He smiled. 

"Meow…" Perle moved away from Sniper's hand and lay on Spy's lower back. 

"Sniper?" 

"Yeah?"

Sniper waited for an answer and received three kisses below his ear. He blushed and his smile widened. 

"Me too." He answered, lacing both arms around his lover and kissing his brow. "Wanna get up and do somethin'?" 

"Non. I want to stay here." Spy buried his head deep in Sniper's neck. 

"Alright then, lazy mornin' it is…" The Aussie's hand gently brushed his lover's back. One was in pyjamas, the other had slept bare chested with a pair of boxer shorts. 

"Unless you had plans?" Spy asked. "Maybe there is some prey to hunt in the desert that calls for you louder than my affection." 

"Nah, don't worry. The more lovey you are, the more I want to stay with you here. Besides, we don't have to work today so that's nice."

Spy could feel the small weight of his fluffy cat on his back, and her tail along his spine. Soon, he felt her paws gently knead him. He let her do and smiled. 

He remembered asking Sniper about that strange behaviour a few days before. The Aussie had explained that the lady cat did that only to people she felt comfortable with. It was a gesture that kittens do very often to pressure their mother's milk out of them and make it easier to drink. Cats keep that gesture with them as they grow, as a comfort thing. 

And so Perle was kneading the Frenchman's backside and purring. 

"Pearl, what're you doin' over there?" Sniper asked and Spy raised his head and turned to see. If Sniper was asking, surely she was doing something different and he had been mistaken. But non, Spy was correct, she was just kneading his behind. "Don't knead Spy's arse." 

"Meow." 

"'Cause that's mine." Sniper answered. "I know you saw it before me but I can't have anyone else touch that, alright?" 

Spy bit his lip with a shy smile.

"Meow?"

"Why? You'll get it when you find yourself a Mister Pearl." Sniper answered. "Also, this isn't how you do it."

"Meow." Perle slithered out of the room and left the middle-aged lovebirds alone. 

"See, to do it right, you need a hand with five fingers, and it needs to be bigger than your little paw… You then gently slide it here…" Sniper's hand slipped under the Frenchman's pyjamas trousers. "See? Now you can grab it and it's the perfect size to just fit in my hand, hold on." Sniper slid his other hand in and grabbed the softness that he liked so much with two open palms. His fingers closed on it and Spy shifted to be lying completely on top of Sniper. That gave the Aussie easy and good access. 

"Now that you have it all in your hands, you wanna gently squeeze it."

Spy moaned under the touch that sent sparks along his legs, switching them off completely. 

"See? When you hear that, that means he likes it, a bit like a purr. Now sqwish it slow and good, yeah?" 

Spy's breath now followed the rhythm set by Sniper's hands grasping and releasing. He moaned with a clenched jaw.

"And if you feel like it, you can even…" Sniper slid his hands now underneath the Frenchman's underwear and on his bare skin. Spy's lips parted and he moaned with an open mouth, groaning and blushing in shame afterwards. "There we are… That's music to my ears…" 

He went on kneading, massaging, playing until the Frenchman's hips started waving on their own, as the Frenchman had his short and pristine nails deep in the tanned skin he liked so much. 

"Sweatin' already, eh?" 

Spy moaned for an answer and Sniper chuckled. 

"Right, I can stop if you wanna go back to a lazy mornin'?"

Two kisses landed on Sniper's neck and the Aussie pulled harder to make Spy's head jerk up to him. Their lips collided and the morning became much less lazy. 

[theythemsam]

☕ Sam's hair

okay, okay, okay, so i do pretty much always love sam’s hair, or at least I say i do, since i am unable to split his later season hair into the seasons and then it just gets complicated! But! i decided to actually look up some hair-volution pictures so i can judge this better! Not sure if any of my takes are actually controversial though.

s1 is obviously baby, there’s the bangs and the little curls at the end, it is so cute. I know i couldn’t bc of how tall he is, but i just wanna ruffle his hair So Badly. s2 is actually again a winner, i love his hair in s2, he’s kinda growing into the length there, the ends are still under control (which they arent in s3 or s4 anymore), it fits his face. s5 is an atrocity, but he had other things to worry about than his hair, man was trying to stop the apocalypse and also dealing with so much trauma, he is forgiven. 

s6 sam is already on thin fucking ice for tucking hair behind ear crimes, but then s7 sam has those terrifying, pointy sideburns, which is just so rude, because his s1 sideburns are so cute and i love drawing them, but the s6-s7 ones scare me :( s8 sam hair is actually good again! it’s so fluffy and layery and i know some people don’t like that, but i think he looks like a golden retriever with really silky fur and that’s just valid. it’s also his longest hair style and i personally love that. Mr Lecki, dont be afraid, become rapunzel, i know you want to <3 season 8 rates as the second most likely season where i would ask him to let me touch his hair. I literally cannot tell s9-s11 apart, besides the fact that i know that they kinda gave him something akin to the bisexual bob in some scenes in s10, so i guess s10 is the best one on here. But i don’t really like it either way. 

S12 is where it gets good again, bc they stop tucking his hair behind his ears and finally lets the big M on his forehead free. That’s just very sexy of them. The M is allowed to live out the rest of it’s days until the later half of s15, where I’m not sure the aforementioned Mr Lecki didn’t heavily piss off his stylist or Something, bc it is unfortunately made bad. Like even before the miracle fur made wig disaster he wears during his 50 year old midlife crisis. Also about the wig: i personally feel as if Sam was just cosplaying as old man in universe after his dog died and that’s why it looks like it looks. Sam: “Oh My Time Hath Soon Come, Look At My White Hair, Look At My Stooped Posture, The Years Are Catching Up With Me!” Dean jr: “Dad, you didn’t brush your hair well enough after using flour as dry shampoo and you lifted a box with your back yesterday.” Sam: “No, No, I Shall Soon Die, I Feel it In My Weary Bones.”

Very honorable mention to both sam’s s1 and s12 priest outfit, literally the best styles his hair has ever been allowed to have, so uhh #samhasbecomecatholic Lets Go! forced priestification simply for the very, very good hair. And also praise be to any scenes where Sam got roughed up/just woke up etc, because when his hair isn’t pristinely styled, it always looks better.

Also Sam’s hair simply reigns supreme over Dean’s at all times, because it makes it soooo easy to keep seasons apart. Like honestly, that’s so sexy of it.

[impala-dreamer]

Two Weeks Notice - Day Thirteen

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Dean x Reader

1,328 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Bathtub Sex (For @spnkinkbingo​ 2020). romantic fluff

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Dean wiped the steam from the mirror and went back to shaving, carefully pulling the blade upwards over his cheek. The faucet was running, hot, and he ran the razor beneath the stream to flush away the soap.

When he looked back up to take another swipe, he spotted a familiar shape in the mirror. Y/N stood in the doorway, leaning casually, just watching.

“Can I help you?” he asked, muting a laugh as he shaved his chin.

“Nope.” She smiled and tilted her head to get a better view. “Just lookin’.” He was naked save for the towel wrapped around his waist; sculpted back beading with steam droplets. She watched as his shoulders moved, thick bundles of muscle beneath beautifully freckled skin.

“Well, be my guest.” He winked at her reflection and finished up, carefully edging his sideburns.

Y/N walked into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. “Sam called,” she said offhandedly as if it would be of no interest to him.

“Oh yeah? How’s he doing?”

“Good. Everyone’s good.” She bent down near the tub and turned the taps on. “Should be coming back in a few days. They’re talking about lifting the ban.” She set the drain closed and walked around the giant bath, sneaking up behind Dean.

He turned off the faucet and spun around, lifting his arms to rest on her shoulders. “Hello there.”

Y/N touched his cheek and frowned.

“What? Did I miss a spot?”

“No,” she sighed, running her fingers down over the newly shaved skin. “I just miss the scruff.”

“Eh, it was itchy.” He smiled and dipped in close for a kiss.

“You could just let it grow,” she offered, hands sliding down his chest to toy with the towel around his hips.

Dean laughed. “A beard? Yeah, no. I don’t do beards.”

Slowly, she undid the loose knot on his left side. “Why not? I think you’d be very sexy with a beard.”

He looked down at her, green eyes darkening with lustful interest. “Sweetheart, I was in Purgatory for over a year and still managed to shave every day. A beard ain’t happening.”

Y/N grinned and pushed up on her tiptoes as the towel fell. “Shame. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like...full, soft, ginger beard between my thighs.”

Dean’s arms dropped to her waist as he thrust his own forward into her. “Is that so? Well, fuck, throw out my razors then.”

She kissed him hard, actually loving the velvety slide of his upper lip, the smell of his soap, the heat of the steam. Dean grabbed her ass with both hands, hoisting her up, and she jumped to help him, wrapping her legs around him. He spun and set her down on the edge of the sink, able to reach her easily now that the things he wanted were up at his level.

Y/N pushed him away to pull her shirt off, exposing her bare tits to him. She was covered in little marks the size of his puckered lips and thin lines bumped over her body, memories of his nails.

He looked down, pulling away from her mouth to examine her. Worry crept over his face. “Shit, Y/N/N… I’m sorry.”

She shook her head quickly and lay a hand on his cheek, pulling his gaze back up. “Don’t be. I loved every single one.”

He ran his thumb over a particularly deep bruise on her throat. “Does it hurt?”

Y/N shrugged. “Not really. I’m a little achy though. Thought I’d come in for a bath.”

“Say no more, milady.”

She was up in his arms before she could question him, feet swinging midair as Dean carried her bridal style to the tub.

“Thank you, milord,” she teased, expecting him to set her down on the ledge. “Dean?” Instead, he placed her right into the water, shorts and all. “Dean!”

He didn’t leave her though, hoping over the high ledge and sinking into the water alongside her. “Well that’s a little bit of alright,” he sighed, maneuvering into the corner so she could lay against his chest.

Y/N feigned a frown as she stood up and peeled off her soaking sleep shorts and tossed them over the edge. “What is wrong with you?” she laughed, watching as he stretched his arms out over the sides.

“You said you wanted to take a bath…” He shrugged. “Take a bath.”

She slipped back into the giant tub and turned her back, laying down against him, her head resting on his firm shoulder. Dean kissed her temple and lay an arm across her chest, holding her close as the water warmed them both.

“This is very nice,” she hummed happily. “Feels so good.” She closed her eyes and rolled her neck against him, trying to work out a kink.

“Neck hurt?” he asked, moving his hands to it.

“A little.”

He kneaded the flesh carefully, feeling around for any knots, massaging her neck and shoulders and all around.

“Your hands, sir,” she sighed, sinking a little deeper into the water, “are magical.”

His lips brushed against her ear. “So I’ve heard.” His hands followed her beneath the water’s surface, fingers reaching for her breasts, continuing his massage a little lower.

“Mmm, very magical.” Her breath came out in a light squeak as he pinched her nipple, rolling it slowly between his fingers. “You gonna start something you’re not gonna be able to finish, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean bit down gently on her shoulder and squeezed her tit. “And why wouldn’t I be able to finish?” He thrust his hips forward, nudging the small of her back with his quickly growing cock.

“I don’t know,” she moaned, biting her lip as his hand traveled down her belly. “It’s a tight fit in here.”

Thick fingertips pushed through the water and into her pussy, slowly rubbing, causing tiny waves to crash against her chin. “Oh, it’s very tight,” he growled, adding a second finger to her cunt. “But I like it like that.”

Y/N gasped, her eyes rolling back as he fucked her gently. “Gonna make me cum in the water,” she moaned, nails scraping his big thighs as she tried to squirm away.

“That’s the idea.”

She let him carry on, lifting her hips to rub her clit against his wrist. His fingers knew the way, even from the strange angle, he brought her up quickly, tightening every muscle, flooding every cell with desire.

“Wait!” she gasped, right on the edge of bliss. “I wanna…” She pulled his hand away. “I… I want…”

Dean laughed, holding his hands up in surrender as she spun around. “What?”

Y/N climbed into his lap and grabbed hold of his dick. “I wanna cum on your cock.”

A growl left his lips and Dean’s head fell back as she took him in, impaling herself on his erection without even a pause. She shivered at the stretch, the exquisite burn of him, and set her hands on his shoulders, ready to work.

To say that they flooded the bathroom would have been an understatement. Water crashed into every side, waves breaking over the ledges, spilling onto the tile.

By the time Dean stilled, resting his cheek against Y/N’s racing heart, most of the water was gone and the tap had begun to run cold.

“Fuck.” He panted against her chest, smooth cheek rubbing as she breathed heavily, trying to calm herself down.

“Yeah. That was nice.”

“Just nice?” He asked, looking up with a pout.

Y/N frowned and cupped his cheeks, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “It’s was so fucking hot, I squirted all over both of us and now we need to take a shower to rinse off all the cum dripping out of my ruined cunt.” She smiled and sat back. “Is that better?”

Dean smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. “Hell yeah.”

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[princess-of-the-worlds]

So I watched Enola Holmes on Sunday, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how now with Burn in the movie, we’ve seen most of the cast in Victorian-type costumes. 

We have Burn in this movie. 

We have Barrowman in Fragments. (Ignore the sideburns.)

We have Eve Myles in The Unquiet Dead.

And we have Gareth in Warehouse 13. (And also apparently the Sherlock Holmes movie, but I’ve heard things about it, so we’ll ignore it.)

(Forgive, they’re the best gifs I can find right now, but it’s not really the point of this.)

So that just leaves Naoko. If she’s been in a movie or TV show that had her in a Victorian costume, feel free to let me know; I just personally haven’t seen or heard anything.

Anyways, my point is...Victorian Torchwood AU where the entire team is human? (Kudos to @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe​. I worked out most of this talking to her.)

Hear me out? (Keep in mind that I am neither British, well-versed in British history, or was alive in the 1800s. I’ve kept certain headcanons - like Tosh’s backstory - as vague yet historically possible as I can remember from school.)

This is set some time in the mid- to late nineteenth century/Victorian London.

Jack is like a Scottish lord or noble whose family moved to the US when he was young. After his dad and Gray died - and his mother succumbed to hysteria and became incapable of caring for him, he is left on his own as a teen and turns to crime. He becomes a con artist and thief and earns enough to board a ship to London when he is 19. In London, he meets fellow thief - and grifter - John Hart, and they become partners and lovers before falling out a few years later. Perhaps, Jack meets some mysterious leather-coated gentleman and his beautiful blond companion who, after an adventure, disappears but not before prompting Jack to try living on the legal side. He uses his criminal past and knowledge to consult for Scotland Yard.

Gwen is actually Gwyneth, and after the events of The Unquiet Dead, she blacked out instead of dying. The trauma fucked with most of her memories. She still remembers her name and adopts a variant of it - Gwen Cooper - before fleeing Cardiff for London where she works as a maid in many wealthy households. Her ability allows her to make premonitions that are always correct, and she is able to become a finder of lost items and people for which she is paid a small fee. She chalks this ability up to having keen sense rather than anything supernatural or Rift-related.

Tosh is the genius daughter of a wealthy Japanese businessman frequently visiting London. She spends time growing up sheltered between Japan and the British countryside but eventually grows a rebellious streak and runs away to London. Except she’s kidnapped by a band of men who originally want to sell her into prostitution until they realize how intelligent Tosh really is. They keep her captive for several months, forcing her to build them weapons.

Owen is born in the London slums but is ambitious and sharp enough to want to work his way out. He falls for a good woman, Katie, and eventually becomes a doctor, marrying Katie. They live happily for a few years until Katie dies of a seemingly incurable disease - actually an alien parasite. In his grief, Owen takes to drinking, gambling, and fighting and becomes a back alley doctor, growing a certain repute among the London criminals. One day, after one of their men is stabbed fatally in a fight, the same men who kidnapped Tosh kidnap Owen to operate on their man. Owen meets Tosh, and they bond over a few days. Meeting Owen gives Tosh the courage to finally facilitate the escape she had ben planning, and Owen and Tosh escape to freedom and hide in a flat near where Owen grew up, eventually falling in love.

Ianto belongs to a poor Welsh family and falls in love with Lisa, a local shopkeeper’s adopted ward, but Ianto’s dad disapproves of their interracial relationship and...(well, we know Ianto’s dad’s repute from canon.) To be together, Ianto and Lisa flee to London, but the only place they can find shelter and work is for a crime syndicate run by an imposing woman named Yvonne. Except this syndicate, which is actually a front for Torchwood, which was formed either the same time or a bit earlier depending on when you want to set this AU, and the entirety of the organization burns in a fire of alien-origin. (Only the original base in Scotland and a small outpost in Cardiff remain of Torchwood). Lisa and Ianto barely survive, and Lisa eventually succumbs to her injuries several months later despite Ianto’s best efforts. Ianto, after spending several long months in the London slums, managing to convince a tailor to take him on as an apprentice.

Then one day, a new serial killer begins operating in London. He kills neatly, somehow draining all the bodies of their blood with only a single puncture mark, and his victims are all women, prostitutes and widows and single mothers and the like. Women that no one will notice, that no one will miss.

Except he’s wrong. They are noticed, and they are missed.

Jack, ever so observant, takes notice and starts tracking down this killer. He may not entirely be the Jack Harkness we know and love, but the Doctor and Rose, no matter how brief their acquaintance remained, have inspired him to a good man. He can’t let a monster like this killer stay lurking in the city.

One of the victims is a prostitute who lived in the flat across from Owen and Tosh and never failed to be kind to them, especially Tosh, despite her being Japanese. Tosh and Owen are determined to bring her to justice.

Another of the victims was a runaway from a noble family, and her mother, knowing of Gwen’s repute, begs Gwen to find her.

And finally, poor Ianto happens to be leaving his tailor’s shop too late one night when he spots a struggle in an alley. Ianto, wanting to be wise and live, keeps his head down and walks away, but the next morning, he finds that he had accidentally ignored the killer with his newest victim. The guilt eating away at him, Ianto becomes determined to stop the killer as much as he can.

So all five of them are wandering through the city of London, trying to track down this serial killer. You can imagine they might bump into each other a few times, like Donna and Ten in Partners in Crime. Maybe Ianto grows intrigued of this strange, charming American he keeps meeting and can’t stop thinking about. Tosh and Owen are a bit wary of this quiet Welshwoman who speaks to them as if they’re old friends.

Eventually, Jack, Gwen, Tosh, Owen, and Ianto all corner the killer in a warehouse near the London docks one night except the killer turns out to not be human. The killer is a Plasmavore who has been feeding on all his victim. After a struggle ensues, the Plasmavore is subdued and eventually killed, and the Scotland Yard awards Jack, Ianto, and Owen the reward money for finding the killer.

But this doesn’t sit well with Jack who proposes that the five of them partner to form their own detective team, because they all have unique skills which they bring to the table. And they all realize, putting their heads together, that there exists a form of life that is not entirely human, a form of life beyond this planet. Jack has his Doctor, Gwen has her mysterious past and her ability - which still hasn’t occurred to them to be of similar origins as the creature they encountered yet, and Ianto has Torchwood. 

All five realize that they are better off and more efficient together and that they can be investigators of anything seemingly inhuman and other phantasmagoria. 

Thus, they accidentally become alien crime fighters two centuries too early.

And eventually, they solve enough cases to meet Madam Vastra, Jenny, and Strax and become their allies.

And somehow, they’re always ahead of the other branches of Torchwood to occurrences in London to the point where, on Archie’s suggestion, they actually become the new Torchwood London.

Of course, they have encounters with the Doctor whenever he pops around, and Jack finally gets some answers about his mysterious leather-coated gentleman.

And thus, despite being in a whole different century, and a whole different city, Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Tosh, and Owen still manage to become Torchwood. 

So yeah, there you have it. An entire AU (or at least its origin story) plotted out completely. Now here’s the thing. This idea won’t let me go, but I also can’t do historical AUs. Like, it’s just too much research and plotting involved for me to be satisfying with writing this. That’s why it’s up for grabs. If this sparks your interest and you wanna write, feel free to do so. Just please ask and get my blessing beforehand. (Joking, but please do shoot me a line if you end up writing this.)

Thoughts? 

[whitecatindisguise]

An Unwilling Accomplice

Inspired by another @wheredomelodiescomefrom​ picture (link). I had fun writing this one. Even more fun, as I actually had a dream how it would go before actually writing it ;) Hope you guys like it.

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“Okay, when the guards come, I’ll distract them and you two grab the keys.” Varian repeated for the uptenth time. 

“And why shouldn’t we distract the guards while you get the keys?” One of his inmates asked and Varian groaned inwardly. 

“Because you two can’t hold a conversation without looking suspicious, Sideburns.” He replied, annoyance seeping through his teeth. “While I was able to convince the Princess, stealing the Sundrop Flower is the best course of action.”

Two redheads exchanged glances, still not entirely convinced. Varian sighed. They were so close to escaping, he can’t let those two idiots ruin it. 

“Besides, you have more experience in stealing than I do.” He tried a different approach and that seemed to do the trick. The brothers looked at each other and finally nodded. 

Just in time, as soon they heard the rustling of armour and the guard appeared in their view. Varian smirked as he noticed it was the same guard that took truth-serum cookies from him and gave it to the whole castle stuff. This is going to be easier than anticipated. 

“This is going to backfire bad, kid.” He heard a voice of another prisoner and he growled. 

“Shut up, Andrew.” The alchemist hissed and nodded at the Stabbington brothers, before turning to the guard who was just passing by their cell. “Hey there. Pete, wasn’t it?”

The guard stopped and looked at him surprised and somewhat cautious. 

“Um… you need something, Varian?” Pete asked and Varian smiled as innocent as he could. 

“Only talk. You can’t really have a proper conversation with these guys.” He nodded his head at his inmates. “You, on the other hand, struck me as intelligent.”

“You really think so?” The man beamed at the compliment and Varian refrained from smirking. This was just too easy. 

“Of course! Trust me, I know a genius mind when I see one.” The alchemist flashed him a genuine-looking smile, eyeing his inmates cautiously. 

Pete started rambling something that probably was supposed to be smart. Varian only half-listened to the guard, making sure to nod and comment at right times to not raise suspicion. Finally, he saw Patchy closing his hand around the key ring and gently tugging it off, hiding it in his pocket. 

“Well, it’s nice to hold a properly intelligent conversation once in a while, but I don’t want you to get in trouble for talking to me.” Varian cut off Pete’s rambling, trying to sound genuinely concerned. 

“Oh, you’re right. I’m still on duty.” The guard laughed and Varian suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. The guy was an idiot. “Well, see you around, Varian.” 

The man waved his hand and strolled away, not noticing the lack of keys at his belt. Varian sighed and rubbed his temples. Good he only paid half attention to his rambling. He turned to the Stabbingtons and smirked. 

“So… tonight?” He asked and they laughed and nodded. 

~~~~~~

After that it was fairly easy. They waited until the night watch passed their cell, knowing well it won’t be for another hour that someone finds their cell empty. By that time they would be away from the castle, free as birds. 

Andrew, of course, kept trying to persuade Varian from trusting the redheads but the alchemist shook him off. He was getting out tonight, and he needed the men, if they met any guards on their way out. Besides, they worked on the plan together, so it only seemed fair they escaped together too. Not that he was planning to stay with them for the whole time. He still had to free his dad and he knew brute force won’t help him in the slightest. 

They somehow managed to get out of dungeons and the castle without raising the alarm. Varian led the brothers through the hidden tunnels and soon they were outside city limits, looking for a place to hide for a few days. They found an abandoned cabin in the forest, perfect for laying low. It was close to the river and there were berry bushes growing all around, so they didn’t have to worry about food or water. 

Finally, after a week, Varian deemed it safe to leave the cabin. He was eager to go back to Old Corona, wanting nothing more than free his father. So he brought it up with the Stabbingtons when they came back from gathering food and water. 

“Actually, we’ve been thinking…” Patchy started and looked at his brother, both exchanging evil grins. “We’ve heard a lot about you and your inventions. And we still didn’t set the score with Flynn Rider.”

Varian raised his brow in confusion and crossed his arms.

“Well, that’s between you and him.” He said and started to walk towards the door. “I’m going back to Old Corona.”

“I think you misunderstood, brat.” Burnsie stepped in front of the boy and smirked. “You are going to help us get our revenge.”

“Yes.. Rider will soon be dead.” Patchy added and laughed. Varian’s eyes widened and he took a step back.

“What? No!” He argued, eyes filling with terror. 

“Huh, I didn’t think you and Rider were friends.” Burnsie said and the boy shook his head. 

“We’re not, but murder-? I-I won’t help you!” He shouted in defiance. The brothers laughed as they stalked closer to the terrified boy. 

“Oh… you will help us, brat. Whether you want it or not.” Patchy laughed maliciously.

~~~~~~

It’s been another several days with the Stabbingtons planning their revenge. Varian squirmed in his binds, a gag over his mouth. He didn’t want to help them, not in murdering anyone. Sure, he and Flynn (Eugene, he had to remind himself) weren’t exactly friends but murder? He would never willingly kill anyone. 

Even during his last encounter with Rapu- the Princess, when he held Cassandra and the Queen in automaton’s grip, he didn’t actually plan on killing them. He only wanted to scare the Princess, to make her finally listen to him. 

“... and then you’ll help us kill Rider, won’t you brat?” He heard Patchy say and his head shot up. They were looking at him expectantly, these terrifying grins on their faces. 

Varian whined disapprovingly and shook his head fiercely. Burnsie smiled evilly and approached the defiant boy.

“No? Are you sure?” He teased, grabbing a fistful of the boy’s dark hair, pulling him up. “I suggest you reconsider.” He hissed into the alchemist’s ear.

The young prisoner whimpered and shut his eyes. Why did he think it was a good idea to team up with these men? His mind reminded him of Andrew’s warnings. Turns out the other man was right in the end. 

Burnsie let go of Varian’s hair and he slumped back to the floor, hitting his arm painfully. He whined in pain, trying not to cry. He was tired, his stomach empty and throat dry. The brothers were trying to break him by denying him sleep and food, only giving him enough water to not die. 

The Stabbingtons were discussing something again and promptly left the cabin, probably to gather some food or supplies for whatever plan they had. Varian didn’t even have strength to push himself up, so he just laid down on the wooden floor, vision blurry. 

Just then, he heard some shouts outside and a clash of metal. His heart skipped a beat. Did the guards find them? Were they going back to the prison? He didn’t want to be back behind the bars, but at this point, anything was better than his current situation. 

The fight continued for a little while, and then everything went quiet. Varian waited in anticipation, not knowing who won. He prayed it wasn’t the Stabbingtons, that whoever they were fighting with was able to overpower them. Then, the door creaked open. 

“I really wanna say I told you so right now, buddy.” A familiar voice said and Varian looked up shocked at Andrew making his way towards the bounded alchemist. 

He quickly cut the ropes tying the boy’s arms and legs and helped him take off the gag, the alchemist finally able to breathe properly. 

“A-andrew.” He said surprised. “What..? But how? Why?”

“My friends from Saporia broke me out soon after your escape.” The man explained, helping the boy up. “With the guards already looking for you three, it was quite easy. Our hideout is actually quite close by, so when one day we heard those brutes talk about making the brat cooperate I knew exactly who they were talking about.”

Varian nodded lightly, and smiled a little. 

“I… Thank you for saving me.” He said, looking up at the Saporian. He smiled back and ruffled his hair. 

“Hey, anytime, buddy. I kinda like you, so what do you say you stick with us from now on?” He suggested. “We could use your expertise in taking over the kingdom. But, only if you want, of course.”

Varian mulled on the idea. On one hand, he really wanted to get back to studying amber and freeing his dad. On the other, however, Andrew did help him out, so he owed him. 

“Okay.” He finally agreed. “But I want freedom to work on my own project too.”

“No problem, buddy.” Andrew grinned and led him outside to meet other Saporians. “Now, let me tell you about our plan…”

[jcmorrigan]

001 - Tales of Zestiria?

Favorite character: It's a tough call between Maltran and Symonne, and Lunarre is trailing right behind both. I tend to call them the "Heldalf Squad," but make no mistake, Heldalf himself isn't part of it. I just like his swagalicious minions. The dry and sarcastic political manipulator, the sadistic and wordy theater nerd, and the flamboyant cannibal who hates everything. Yes. LOVE. But I have to give a shout to my boy Dezel on the hero side! Angsty/stoic characters are very hit-or-miss with me, but Dezel is the flavor I love - obvious soft spots and quirks, and slowly he builds from being antisocial to showing how big his heart is. When he stops the woman from leaping off the Guinevere tower...that's one of my favorite scenes in the entire game, because you can see when the switch flips, when he realizes that he CANNOT stay aloof any longer when there's a stranger's life on the line. He's still a grump about it but a compassionate grump.

Least Favorite character: Heldalf. His backstory is really clever, and I like the curse on him. But he himself just feels like Ganondorf but more boring. I kinda hate that he's so vanilla when his three lieutenants are in my arsenal of pet villains from the vastness of fiction. Also shout-out to Chancellor BART in the opening Ladylake act, because I distinctly remember liveblogging this to a friend, and I played Zestiria *after* Berseria (I'd loved Berseria and that's why I eventually sought out Zestiria) so here I am just comparing up the corrupt church in Ladylake to the Abbey's suave rogues gallery like "Yeah no BART has nothing on Lady Teresa Linares." Thankfully BART was never seen again.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): DezeRose, SorMik, Symonne x Coco Atarashi (The World Ends With You), Alisha Diphda x Sergei Strelka, and...I swear you have to bear with me here...Zaveid x Anna (Frozen). I also kinda wanna note a couple ships I'm on the fence about for my other favies - those being Maltran x Ebony Maw (Marvel Cinematic Universe or Marvel Ultimate Alliance) and Lunarre x Arkham (Devil May Cry).

Character I find most attractive: Dezel. It is a scientific fact that guys with pointy teeth are just hotter.

Character I would marry: Maybe Dezel, maybe Sergei. I wouldn't want to take them from those I see as their wifeys, but at the same time, they are husband goals, both of them.

Character I would be best friends with: Catch me clinging to Maltran's train and she drags me along annoyedly as I yell "PLEEEEAAASE LET ME HANG OUT WITH YOU GUYS" and Lunarre is losing it laughing while Symonne rolls her eyes

a random thought: So I toyed around with basically every accessory I picked up, and I decided to put the sideburns on Rose because fuck gender roles. Well then I just got used to seeing her with facial hair in every cutscene where her 3D model was used, and now I headcanon that she does get it. Maybe nonclassical CAH intersex? Like, I don't necessarily see her as trans (but I support everyone who hc's her as such) but moreso "a cis woman, but I grow this stupid damn facial hair like a dude and I don't get why." And this is why you shouldn't let me play with customizable accessories on RPG characters because I can and will abuse my privilege to headcanon.

An unpopular opinion: That this is actually a very good game. Listen, I think I get it - the initial marketing promised something far different. And that's disappointing. But coming back to it several years after its release, after the release of its PREQUEL, when I never had that hype building up...it actually exceeded my expectations. I held off from it for a while because I thought Eizen's fate would make me too sad, but that didn't end up the case at all. I actually had just come off playing a more recently-released triple-A game that was hyped up for years, and I completed it to my satisfaction in 20 hours. $80 for 20 hours. Zestiria gave me my money's worth in comparison; it took me about 60, and I loved just how MUCH story it had to offer me. I honestly like Rose better than Alisha anyway (Rose was one of the biggest aspects that interested me about playing it in the first place). I've also seen complaints that the characters weren't well-developed enough? Which I just kinda take to mean "They didn't angst enough." Listen. There are PLENTY of games out there if you want angst and sad stories. I don't really like sad stories in my games. I like adventures where the party is a goofy foundfam that jokes around with each other and helps each other work through shitty situations, and that's EXACTLY what I got. (And Berseria really worked on me too because it kinda started at the bottom of the angst barrel, then worked its way up through "The edgy and tortured protag has gained a party of idiots and oh noooooo she's learning friendship and happiness.") Dezel's death is one of the few game deaths that just made me SATISFIED to watch instead of depressed because of the closure he got and the themes tied into his final moments and sacrifice. I loved going on this adventure, I loved the idiots who I went on it with, and I loved seeing what Glenwood had to offer me in world design the further I explored.

my canon OTP: There's not much for canon romance in this game, come to think of it. Just subtext and some flirting. So I'm blanking on if there actually were any canon couples at all.

Non-canon OTP: DezeRose! Which maybe can be considered almost-canon based on the amount of subtext, but still. It's adorable. (And it's the exact same dynamic as EiRoku except M/F and a thousand years later. I need these four to double date...the dual-wielding goofs with their edgy, grumpy Reapers...)

most badass character: Rose! Not only able to wield the Shepherd's Armatization powers, but also to be a dang good assassin on her own, able to hold her own against Heldalf before she even had her eyes opened to seraphim! Though a shout-out goes to Edna because her armatization was my favorite to play with. There's something just satisfying about bashing the enemy in front of you with a pair of GIANT FISTS

pairing I am not a fan of: RoseAli. To be honest, it was at one point something I kinda enjoyed as a third-tier ship for Rose (Dezel first, then Lailah in second). But then...Alisha's Story. I didn't actually purchase it, thank goodness, just watched it on YouTube, and it was the most grating addition that anyone could've made to this game. First of all, I can sum up the issues with Alisha's Story by reminding everyone that it canonized a secret entrance to Camlann that was much easier to get to and wasn't protected by Muse's sacrifice. But the real thing that hurt to watch was how far down they had to knock Rose and Alisha's friendship to get them to rebuild from scratch. Rose claiming she was never Alisha's friend because she's grieving Sorey? The two of them getting into a PHYSICAL FISTFIGHT over it? Nope nope nope. That's not my Rose. Even less my Rose is that whole scene where she...you know...pounces on Alisha to dress her in the silly noblewoman's dress, and it's framed like...let's just say it's really uncomfortable to watch if you don't know the punchline is just a silly outfit. Even though Alisha's Story isn't canon in my head, it still really killed any buzz I had for RoseAli. I will also say I'm not a big fan of Eizavie - first of all, EiRoku or bust in this house, and second, I have a little bit of a hard time seeing Zaveid as mlm due to how much he goes on and on about The Ladies(TM). (Though I could see Eizen as having a tiny crush on him, though. Just like "Oh no he's hot but he's connected to Aifread's disappearance help")

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Mostly just in Alisha's Story. I was mad about the aforementioned Rose stuff, but also...like...they undid Lunarre's original cathartic death, they did so to team him back up with Symonne and then do a whole fakeout that they had Maltran with them too, but Maltran is just an illusion and immediately after this, Lunarre and Symonne just decide "Yeah, we're not gonna work together anymore, have a nice life." Why does Maltran need to stay dead if LUNARRE somehow survived EXPLODING? And just...look to next question for more clarification:

favourite friendship: I just want to imagine that Maltran, Lunarre, and Symonne were weird evil friends. The kind who'd take artistic selfies and caption them "Murder and mayhem with my besties!". Maybe they even had a sibling dynamic. They were all pretty dang jaded, so I like to think they sat around sometimes talking about the things in this world that did them wrong. The reasons they were drawn to Heldalf. Heldalf himself wouldn't have cared, he would've kicked them around like disposable tools, but the three of them were too entrenched in his dogma to see it. Maybe if they met up again after he was off the board...then they'd sing a different tune. Realize they're all three better than this, and now they're gonna do things THEIR way, because remember when they made a three-point attack on Glenwood and Sorey was barely able to keep up with them wrecking Lastonbell AND Pendrago AND Glaivend? Remember when Lunarre and Symonne had each other's backs the night Dezel died? Now they can do what they want on their terms! And I just - I have many MANY feelings about these three.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Okay silly self-insert time but the thing is, Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls) and Roman Torchwick (RWBY) are my two favorite parental f/o's (and also my OTP to end all OTPs), and I have this thing about how they'd be PERFECT crime dads to Symonne in particular because she's like a little, more theatrical Neopolitan. So there's a universe in my head where Symonne is basically already my little sister, and I look out for her - well, okay, she's a seraph with powerful Artes and I am a powerless mortal so really she looks out for me because "I suppose SOMEONE has to make sure you don't die" and I am grateful to her for it.

[bioodorange]

hey bitch this is very important

rate every pasta based on how fuckable they are, and i need r e a s o n s.

I've been thinking about this ever since i first joined the fandom

here ya gO

Jeff The Killer....2/10

this bitch has like no fuckin expierence but he thinks hes all that

*pokes your thigh with three fingers* hows that feel baby gorl ?? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And he has a dumb look on his face like yeah I know I’m amazing

Lowkey would start crying about his mommy issues

or his dead brother

LIke serisously dude right n o w

Uh I dont think he smells very nice so up close and personal nO thanks

He gets 2 points because its fun to play tic tac toe on his skin

also hes got a shriveled raisin pp- thats pretty funny

Ben Drowned.....no

This bitch a child and a ghost sweetie

idfc if hes mentally like 40

just n o

would play videogames with though

Masky.....7/10

so first off, dad bod, mad respect

This mans has definetely done stuff before so he knows what hes doing

I feel like hes good at it but he’s awkward ya know but in a sweet way

And he’d definetely make a few dumb ass jokes 

But that makes it better (in my opinion)

Ima have to take away points because he definetely could use a shower

and a s h a v e

Bitch thinks he’s wolverine with those sideburns-

Hoodie....6/10

ok so he’s definetely really good at it

but theres some take away factors

I feel like he gets jealous easily

like a child

so like nO

Also im prreeeeety sure he’d try gun play or some shit-

yeah nO thanks buddy

also he wears black face 80% of the time like wtf-

but uh points for skill, being pretty and knowing what a shower is

EJ.....4/10

you gonna die

sleeping with this man can not be good-

he’s either gonna do the “uR my mate uwu” thing, shish kabob you with his pp, or like abandon you for fear of attachment

Uh his tounges be pretty nice, kinda cool

Acidic spit tho? no thanks

but points for big hands and knowing how to shower

and shaving

imagine how whack he’d look with facial hair-

can he even grow facial hair?-

Lj.....-18/10

you a dead bitch

and a C H I L D

the only thing coming-

is the organs spilling out of your chest cavity 

plus this mfer kinda looks like a bird

and that N O S E

just n o

he doesn’t get any points cause this bitch is c r e e p y

Toby.....5/10

he don’t got expierence

but he tries and like this boy just needs a hug

He’d definetely be sweet unless he’s having an emotional fit

would try his best not to hurt you tho

taking away points cause he needs to e a t more for his own health

and he showers but doesn’t wash his clothes

unrelated but like imagine how fluffy his hair is

I wanna braid it

X-Virus....7/10

Cody is good but awkard

But once again in a cute/funny way

this man showers AND washes his clothes

he’s got some expierence and skill

B U T no shame

like s i r take it to a room not like the fuckin kitchen counter

also he’d like talk about it alot afterward infront of a shit ton of people

and baby n o

he also probably has fluffy hair

Slenderman...???

hentai tentacles

Jane...8/10

ok this isn’t biased I SWEAR-

But you can NOT tell me she ain’t good at this shit

She’s well kept, confident AND the sweetest thing

Would definetely go a bit out of your comfort zone to make things that much better

She can top ot bottom so best of both worlds

I just love her oKay

and she knows where the clit is unlike everyone else on the list-

Clockwork....9/10

ok so she k i n d a knows where ‘it’ is

but she’s skilled enough to not need it

next level sHIT man

she has some points off cause she has a bad haircut but its clean!

I can’t see her being into real weird shit or not being good at it

is definetely picky about it tho like when

also she def has a thing for thighs

I dunno why but I see it