#if anyone wants the tabs lmk

[raycatz]

No thoughts. Skyloft for Sky:cotl only.

[tlblitzle]

So I fully knocked out after getting back home, and looking outside things have gotten waaaaaay worse while I slept. I checked the doors and windows and I’m fully snowed in now. Oh well, I’m an electric specialist with like one decent answer to ice types. I was never gonna be on the frontlines lmao

[hotpinkstars]

same bitch who requested the last wrio pregnancy stuffs but I need more and I'm like kinda in love with your writing so I want to request MOREEEEEEE anyways how he deals with reader third trimester (WRIO DOTING ON U CUS UR SO ROUND AND CUTE AWEEHFUREILFRUEIWHFCIR) anyeyss thanks for listening ily nova

-> third trimester

synopsis -> wriothesley during ur third trimester of pregnancy. self explanatory

a/n -> anon ur my spirit animal i love ur energy (and u 😉) but anyways i could write so much more lmk if anyone wants a part 2

warnings -> pregnancy, lactation and vomiting mentions, besides that pure fluff

w/c -> 1.6k

he doesn’t know how to feel the moment you tell him you’re officially in the third trimester of your pregnancy. it all went by so fast, he thinks it was just yesterday you called him into the bathroom to look at the small test that changed your lives in the greatest way possible.

and now, you were almost finished growing your daughter. anyone who even took a glance your way could certainly tell that you were having a child, and it’s certainly the dukes. 

the women of the fortress have been keeping tabs on you and your pregnancy, awaiting the day you walk with your baby in your arms instead of in your stomach. they’re so nice to you, so wriothesley allows you to wander sometimes because of it. they’re always willing to make you comfortable and give you some of the nicest labor-inducing teas they can find.

now, this is around the time he’s likely going to take a work leave, or just not work as often. his job requires his undivided attention, and he has to be flexible and able to be there in case a tragedy, like the seal breaking, were to occur. (hopefully not, because he still thinks about how he’d get you out of the fortress in time. you’re unable to run and you can barely walk at a quick pace, leaving him nervous and clueless a lot, considering your living quarters were connected to a door in his office). 

besides that, your life is pretty good, despite how uncomfortable you feel all the time. you ache everywhere, and sleep is simply not a thing that comes by often anymore. so, these are the moments wriothesley is able to step in and make sure that you’re content and as comfortable as you possibly can be. 

the main thing he needs to do for you is help you stand, considering that it’s incredibly hard for you now. you can do it of course, but it’s too much effort and you always either stand and immediately sit back down due to how winded you feel, or you just don’t try at all. wriothesleys strength comes into hand in these moments, almost making you fall forward due to how quick he pulls you up (the first time he did it, it actually happened. he caught you in time, but it left you laughing and him just there like “i almost just killed you sweetheart” and worried). 

he’s so the type of husband to barely wake up when you scoot yourself out of bed to use the restroom, and him behind you giving you a little boost to get up before going right back to sleep. he’ll try to keep consciousness while you’re out of bed, in case you fall or something happens, but as soon as he sees you re-enter the room he’s out once more. 

the only times he genuinely wakes up at night is when you frantically shake/tap him or you’re crying. if you’re crying, he’ll sit up and turn on a light (if you want) and try to ask you what the problem is. if it’s just a cramp or if you’re just achy/not in the right position, he’ll massage you or help you reposition the pillows to ensure your comfort. 

and when it comes to you walking up his offices’ stairs? he’s incredibly paranoid about it, but he’ll try to not make it known. you had to tell him multiple times to settle, that the railing was enough to keep you on your balance, and that you were just pregnant, not paralyzed. he’ll still try to meet you down at the door to help you up the stairs, especially when you’re at your biggest point. he’d be anything but calm and composed if you were to take a tumble down them (he would have a heart attack on the spot). 

and oh, would that man dote on your belly. you’re just so adorable, how could he not? especially when you’re curled up on the couch in his office with a luxurious sherpa blanket and the roundness of your tummy under the cover is very evident. usually, he won’t be able to help himself and would lay down next to you, his head lightly propped up on your stomach or on the side of your body. on the occasions he falls asleep, you stroke his hair, reading whatever book in his office that has piqued your interest this time. 

he’s also a tease. sometimes. he’ll walk past you and gently brush a part of his body against your belly, usually his hip or his hand. but back to the point, he’ll rub it, massage it, hold it up to take off pressure from your back and pelvis, and cuddle it! you’re not gonna be pregnant forever, so he sees this as a chance he can’t waste. only if you’re comfortable with it, of course. if not, then he wont proceed. 

this man loves tea, so there's no surprise when he brings in a tea that he’d read induces labor, or at least makes for a smoother one. he honestly probably has so many of those types, presenting you the box and allowing you to choose which one you’d like this time. seeing your eyes sparkle and your fingers wiggle as you choose your tea of choice always makes his heart soar in adoration. 

and back on the tea thing, he’s on all of the times said book told you to have it. he’s always giving it to you right on the dot of the hour unless something else more important has taken his attention (which isn’t much, unless he’s in a meeting or something really bad has happened in fontaine/the fortress). 

he’s also one of those husbands who secretly makes an important note in his brain whenever you have an ultrasound or any sort of baby appointment coming up. he wouldn’t miss one for the world- even though it's one of the little things, it means a lot to the both of you when he shows up alongside you, and shows the world how devoted of a husband he is to you. cue clorinde in the corner taking care of his work for him during the hour that he’s away. 

like i said in my last post, his massages are incredible! usually, he’ll get the memo, and right when he gets home, he’ll set you in between his legs before rubbing the soreness out of your back, hips, shoulders, neck, foot, and calf. 

he likes to make those moments last longer, and makes him feel good if you feel good. sometimes he’ll add a little kiss to the top of your foot or along your shoulders when he’s done, making you giggle a little before going on about how he has no need to be so formal (in which he counteracts by saying something cheesy about his love for you to make you laugh once more). 

he hates seeing you in pain, and especially hates it when he hears you cry about how exhausted you are. no, not that he hates when you cry, he just hates that you have to do this all alone. obviously, he is there to give all of his support and more, and would carry the baby for you if he could, but he can't. and he knows you’re exhausted, but his issue is that there is nothing for him to do to help you feel at least a little better. he understands that it’ll come when the baby is born, and he’s already told you how for the first few weeks he’ll do anything and everything to care for the baby while you catch up on your hard-earned rest. 

another great thing about him is that he pays no mind to things such as lactation, vomiting, etc (i have genuinely seen men who make fun of their wives for things such as that out of their control). he recognizes that its just something that happens, and its normal in pregnancy, and he won't get mad at you if any of these things happen while you’re wearing his clothing, either. considering you dislike maternity clothes, you’ve been wearing his shirts lately, resulting in milk stains in some of them. you’re over here apologizing profusely while he gives you a soft lecture on how he understands that it's not your fault, that it's out of your control. because he also knows for certain that if this was something you could control, you’d choose to not have it happen. 

this guy is clingy at night, so when he realizes that cuddling you is kind of out of the options, either due to your absolutely obnoxious, in his words pregnancy pillow, or your belly is in the way, he’s certainly not thrilled. but he finds a way, which is usually just spooning you from behind or bringing your head to his chest. the first time you two did the second method, you felt embarrassed, due to your tummy barely even being able to fit the gap between you and his hip, but as time went on, you just didn’t care anymore, literally laying like half on top of him. not like he cares either. thats what he wanted you to do in the first place. 

and in the times your so so clingy, wanting to just lay flat on top of him and forget about everything and just be in the warm, strong embrace of your husband, he’s even more crafty! usually uses the side method once again unless you quite literally find a position that’ll make you as close as you possibly could be to him. sometimes it’s incredibly uncomfortable, but if it makes you happy and safe and content, he won’t fight it. just know that this might be the only time you get to do that very position with him. 

overall, mans is a great fucking husband during your pregnancy, always super patient with you and would never shame you for things out of your control. you know he’s so so soft for you and you love him so so so so much.

[poetsofmyheart]

my tears ricochet

chapter two. masterlist.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WARNINGS: death, nightmares

WORD COUNT: 2,912

NOTES: anyone wanna be added to a tag list? i’ve gotten a few requests so lmk :)

“what a shame she went mad, you made her like that.” - mad woman, taylor swift

now

the night peter walked me back to my apartment, i couldn’t get a single minute of sleep. my mind raced with thoughts about gwen and harry osborn.

the man who killed gwen was peter’s best friend.

what the fuck?

i couldn’t get it out of my head. the thought played in my mind like a broken vhs tape. stuck on a constant loop with no idea how to fix it. endless questions filled my brain. peters words flooding and repeating over and over.

“he was never caught.”

how does something like that happen? why did he do it? was he trying to get revenge? why gwen?

my mind raced with these questions all night. i ran through all possible answers until finally, at around five in the morning, my mind shut off. though, my peaceful slumber didn’t last long because i began to dream about gwen.

again.

i often dream about what happened the night at the tower. the details of that night have never fully been disclosed unfortunately. i only know part of what happened simply because peter had told me through tears after the incident, when he came in through my window.

although, it doesn’t matter because i only ever dream about the worst part of it all. the part where gwen falls to her death.

these dreams began a few days after her funeral. when the realization of her really being gone had settled.

i dream about her at the top of that tower, holding on to spider-man’s webs. i dream about her calling out for help, calling out to peter. i dream about what she must’ve been feeling moments before hitting the pavement. the fear that loomed over her body like a ghost.

right as gwen is about to let go of peter’s web, i jolt awake. i feel like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me.

the time on my desk reads 1:25 pm.

yikes.

i’m not awake for long when the questions that kept me awake for majority of the night come soaring back. i jump up from my bed and go straight for my desk. powering on my computer, i go to the search engine and search harry osborn. i read the top result.

HARRY OSBORN

SON OF NORMAN OSBORN, CEO OF OSCORP INDUSTRIES

oscorp industries sticks out to me. i remember that’s where gwen’s internship was located at. that’s where she used to work. everyday after school, i’d drop her off at oscrop before driving myself to my piano lessons. i’d pick her up after as well and we’d drive home together.

i scroll a little further down and click on the oscorp website. a fuzzy photo of harry loads on to my screen. an i.d. photo perhaps. the photo feels eerie, unsafe. he looks like a normal person.

knowing this perfectly normal looking man was capable of something so horrendous strikes me as bizzare. looking at him makes my blood boil and my vision turn red.

for another hour, i’m left researching harry osborn and oscorp industries. i look for clues that might help me find out what he’s up to these days, where he might be.

as i’m scrolling, i hear a tapping sound come from my window. the familiarity of it sends a wave of electricity through me.

i quickly x out of the tab i’m in and walk over to my window. when i open my curtains, i see a familiar masked hero waving at me. i roll my eyes and lift open the latch. “what do you want? and how’d you know which window was mine?

“i promised i’d tell you everything.” peter says, jumping into my room and ignoring the second part of my question. he takes a look around my room, which is currently a mess.

clothes scatter my floor. bras, panties, sleep shirts, and all of the above. old piano sheet music and coffee cups litter every corner, and my bed is unmade, the sheets hanging off to the side. i kick some undergarments under my bed before he can see them.

his eyes land on my closet. my closet is wide open, the photos i hung on the door forever ago are on full display. he walks over to my photo wall and his eyes linger on a specific polaroid of me and gwen.

the photo was taken at prom. me and gwen are holding each other close, gwen pressing a chaste kiss on my cheek while i smile widely at the camera. the memory feels distant, but not forgotten.

peter chuckles softly to himself. “feels like a lifetime ago.” he murmurs. his gloved finger traces over gwen’s face, then over mine.

i’m relived i can’t see his face. i’d pain me to see the heartbreak and anguish that’s most likely written all over his expression, threatening to spill over.

a few seconds pass by in silence before i clear my throat. peter turns around fast, almost like he’s forgotten he was in my room. “sorry.” he pulls of his mask, a sheepish smile plastered on his face.

he glances around my room a little longer, admiring some of the band posters on my wall. he’s about to go over to my computer when i remember my researching from just moments earlier. i manage to beat him to it and shut it off before the tabs can reopen.

peter is like an unattended child. he runs around, grabbing and inspecting everything he sees like a kid in a candy shop. not a single care in the world.

i’m closing my computer when i notice he’s gone.

then i hear the piano.

“seriously, peter?” he’s sitting at my piano which is placed directly in front of my couch, where a tv would normal sit.

“you still play?” he presses a few random keys, creating a cacophony of noise. the sound reverberates throughout my apartment. “yeah.” my response holds a hint of annoyance.

peter is well aware of my love for piano. in high school, gwen would drag peter to some of my concerts. it would come up in our conversations often as well. he’d talk about his love for photography while i talked about my love for piano.

i cringe as he continues to hit random notes. he drags his fingers up and down the keyboard then repeatedly hits the same key over and over again, smirking as he does. “jesus, can you stop that?” i make him scoot over so i’d have space to sit on the bench.

he reaches for my sheet music. “hmm,” he rifles through the slightly crumpled sheets. “fantasie?” my eyes widen and i rip the papers out of his grasp. “don’t touch that!” i reorganize the papers and put them back on my stand. i’m worried he’ll recognize the song.

“geez, sorry.” he holds his hands up in surrender, a sign he might not have noticed. he stands up from his spot on the bench and sits on the couch.

“play me something.”

“no.”

“why not?”

“because.”

“because why?” he raises a brow.

“because i don’t want to.”

“what about your audition. don’t you think you should practice with an audience?” it takes him a second to realize what he’s just said. his cheeks redden.

it takes me a minute to fully grasp on to what he said. “were you… spying on me yesterday?” my eyes narrow at him suspiciously.

he runs a gloved hand through his hair, a nervous tick of his i’m very familiar with. “i may or many not have accidentally overheard.” he admits.

“creeper.”

i try to hide my smile by looking down at the keyboard. i play a few random notes. mine are subtle and soft unlike peter’s obnoxious ones. they echo beautifully.

we’re quiet for a moment as we listen.

“okay, how about this.” peter says, sitting up straight. i look up at him. “how about you play me a song and i’ll tell you everything you want to know about gwen and harry.”

“or,” i stop playing. “you tell me everything i want to know, and then maybe,” i grin as i drag out the last word. “maybe i’ll play you a song.”

peter groans.

“hey, there was no specification about a song!” peter laughs, but it simmers away just as quickly as it appeared, his face becoming serious when he remembers why he’s at my apartment in the first place. “i’m sorry.” he says, frowning.

my smile fades.

“i’m sorry for not telling you anything about what happened. i just-” he shakes his head. “with everything going on and what happened to gwen, i couldn’t risk losing you too.”

something that hangs loosely in my chest tightens.

“gwen died because she knew too much about me. i couldn’t get you killed too. you knowing i’m spider-man is enough to put you in danger.”

“so, you kept me in the dark.”

peter nods. “that night, i tried so hard to keep gwen away.” he let’s out a humorless laugh as he recalls the tragic event. “for gods sake, i even webbed her to a car.”

as peter continues talking, i realize i’ve begun moving my fingers to the rhythm of fantasie.

one thing i’ve started doing to cope with gwen’s loss was of course piano, but when i’m away from the piano and need something to ease my mind, i move my fingers to the rhythm of the song.

“what about harry osborn? why’d he kill gwen?” i’m barely able to get the words out due to my throat tightening. i can’t bare to meet his gaze, so i continue to play with my hands. if peter notices, he doesn’t mention it.

“harry was sick. he developed an illness, the very same illness that killed his father. it was hereditary. he became this sick monster, he almost didn’t look like himself. everyone on the case calls him ‘the green goblin.’ he believed spiderman’s blood could cure him. i refused to give him blood, and when he found out i was spider-man, he used gwen as a way to get revenge on me.”

my suspicions from last night had been correct. it was revenge on peter.

gwen was the one who had to suffer the consequences.

“he took her and dropped her and i didn’t reach her on time.” peter’s eyes glaze over.

the full weight of what really happened to gwen lands on me harshly. the tears i tried so hard to push back fall freely down my cheeks and soon enough, peter’s words become overshadowed by the sound of fantasie. my need to block out the truth causes my fingers move against the keys the way i’ve grown to love. i forget about peter’s presence and for just a few minutes, it’s just me.

and gwen.

once i’m finished, i keep my eyes trained on the keyboard. and then i remember peter.

“whoa,” is all he says.

“i’m sorry.” i try to laugh off my embarrassment. my voice sounds nasally from the crying. peter’s intense gaze makes it all the more harder to recover from my outburst. “it’s just a thing i do. this was gwen’s favorite song on the piano and i can’t help but move my fingers to the rhythm when i think about her.”

peter looks caught off guard, but not from my sudden playing, but from the sudden tears on my face. before he can comment on it i ask, “so what are you going to do?”

peter’s concerned eyes turn confused. “about what?”

“how are you going to find harry osborn?”

“i’ve been trying to find him for the past two years.”

“and you haven’t found him yet?”

“i don’t need your help, if that’s what you’re implying.” peter stands up from his position on the couch, all softness gone and starts making his way back to my room. i follow behind him and scoff.

“yes, you clearly do. it’s been two years. don’t think it’s about time you had some help?” peter ignores me and pulls on his mask. he climbs through my window, turns to me and says, “i’m not going to put you in danger the same way i did to gwen.”

then he’s gone.

—

a few days go by before i see peter again. except this time, i pay him a visit.

trying to get in contact with peter was a lot harder than it seemed. at some point in the last two years he’s changed his phone number, the one in my phone outdated.

i am also not in contact with any of my high school peers so there is no way for me to ask around for his number.

so i do what i do best.

i google him.

it doesn’t take me long to find peter because he’s the first result among the other one million peter parkers.

he’s a well accomplished photographer for the daily bugle. according to google, his most recent work consists of spider-man photographs.

shocker.

unfortunately, the daily bugle does not share insiders phone numbers which means i still have no way of contacting peter.

this left me with one option left.

i go to the daily bugle myself.

having been to the daily bugle myself before (for a high school field trip weirdly enough), i’m already well aware that visitors, aside from family, are not allowed into the building.

so i pretend to be peter’s wife.

before i reach the daily bugle, i make a quick stop at the deli near by. i order a sandwich, which i use as a prop. my excuse being that peter forgot his lunch.

“mrs. parker, wife of peter parker.” i say to the woman at the front desk. she eyes me suspiciously for a minute then nods. “third floor.” she says, and hands me a visitors badge.

i take the elevator and when the doors open, i meet eyes with the famous james jameson. he doesn’t say anything at first, peering down at my badge and narrowing his eyes. “mrs. parker?” he says, eventually.

“yes! is my husband peter around? he forgot his lunch.” i hold up the brown paper bag. hilariously, he stands there shocked. mouth wide open like a gaping fish.

“uh- yes. he’s just down the hall.”

“great.” he stops me before i can leave.

“i’m sorry-” he shakes his head with a laugh. “peter parker, right? he’s your husband?” he says this like it’s the most impossible thing in the world.

i nod.

before he can continue, i mumble out a thank you and walk down the hall as directed. when i reach the end, i’m met with a room full of cubicles, all the same grey, dull design.

i scan the room for a minute, and when i find peter’s eyes, his are already on me. his cubicle is tucked by the corner on the left side.

i wave and walk towards him, a hint of a smirk playing at my lips. when i reach him, he’s giving me a glare so deadly it makes hot liquid pour all over my body.

“what are you doing here?” he whispers, an edge to his voice. “you forgot your lunch.” i set the bag on his desk. his face contorts in confusion.

“also, we need to talk. it’s important.” before he can respond, i pull him up from his desk and drag him to the women’s bathroom. i lock the door behind us.

“jesus christ, y/n. someone’s gonna think i’m trying to get a quickie in on the job.”

“not if you shut up and let me talk.”

peter rolls his eyes. when he looks down at my badge, his eyes widen. “mrs. parker?” he sputters out, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“it’s was the only way to get in.”

“and what was so important that you needed to get in?”

ever since peter filled me in on the night of gwen’s death, i decided to use my new knowledge on the subject to conduct my own investigation. i find out about electro and harry’s assistant, felicia hardy, who i believe would be a great help in our search.

“because i know about electro and felicia hardy.”

peter looks distraught at the mention of electro and felicia. it’s not long before his shock quickly dissipates into anger. “i thought i said i didn’t need your help.”

“but you do, peter!” i fling my arms around, my anger building up rapidly, cheeks burning. “gwen was my best friend! my confidant, and i’m not going to rest until i find the bastard that killed her. i’m going to do it with or without your help, so why don’t you do yourself a favor and accept that you need my help. it’s been two years for fucks sake.”

peter blinks.

he seems to really think about it for a second. his eyes looking me up and down, then scanning my face. finally he begrudgingly says, “fine.”

my eyes light up a smidge.

“but the second things start going south, you’re out. got it?”

“got it.”

“this stays between us. there can’t be any secrets between us or else it’ll all go to shit. promise me you won’t keep anything from me.”

i hold out my pinky. “i promise.”

except i’ve already broken that promise because i’ve failed to mention the threatening letters in my mailbox.

[reareaotaku]

Yandere! Mike Wheeler & Yandere! Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons

[Using Patio mode and gotta say I love it so far. Can look at my drafts and Dashboard without a new tab] Taglist: @fxchild. @i-love-thighs [I assume you want to be tagged i-love-thighs, but if you want to be taken off lmk]

Mike was mean to you at first, because he doesn't know how to control his emotions

It's all just so overwhelming for him

Eleven has to confess her feelings, before Mike realizes he also likes you

Eleven would be a delusional yandere and Mike would be a possessive/overprotective yandere

Eleven truly believes that you love them both and that this is normal. But even if it's not, it's not like that's new to her

Mike knows it's wrong to a certain point, but he doesn't care

Mike doesn't want to share your attention between anyone but him and Eleven. Besides who else could you possibly need? Are they not good enough for you

They're both a little to good at emotional manipulation

While Eleven doesn't realize she's doing it, Mike knows and doesn't care

Eleven is more likely to let you end the relationship, but she's still going to tell Mike before letting you really leave

Mike is quick to convince her that you're not safe out there and that you need them

There's a small part of Eleven that knows what they're doing is wrong... Like what papa did to her, but she convinces herself that it's not the same. She loves you and wants you to be safe

Mike just likes the control he has and is constantly making sure you know you're place

He will break you-I mean he has too, because Eleven won't

There is nowhere for you to go and no-one to tell, so you might as well get over it and accept them

[chaysreality222]

How I Organized My Hogwarts DR Script!

table of contents ⬎

1⌇opening message

2⌇my script organization

3⌇my class schedule tab

4⌇my pets tab

hii guys, it's c! i've finally finished my hogwarts dr script. I'm so excited! i took a lot of time on this script (on and off for many months). not only putting immense detail into it but also making it pretty. i wanted to share it with you guys to give anyone script organization ideas or script ideas in general. i tried to add as much detail i could on how i made my script to help as much as i can! enjoy!

disclaimer:

i know my screenshots are blurry and i'm really not sure how to fix that, so don't mind that! also, it isn't required for your script to be this detailed! i just prefer it that way.

my script organization

down below, you'll see images of my script that i've taken! this is a general idea of how i have things organized in my script. alow me to answer some questions you may already have:

what do i use to script? i used notion to make my script. It's free if you want to try it out.

where did i get the images from? Every image that you see here, I've got from Pinterest and I got the png images either here on Tumblr or Pinterest!

how do you get that font and the word decoration? you can use coolsymbols and emojicombos for that! for the font i chose two fonts of ones that i love to use. then, i used one font for the first letter and the rest of the word another font. it took a lot of copy and pasting.

is this your template or someone else's? i took inspiration from script templates i've seen and made something of my own! i have two templates that i've made and use. if you'd like to use it, comment or dm me!

My Class Schedule Tab

I wanted to make sure that I included this for anyone who doesn't have a clue about what to script when it comes to the school schedule and times for class. I used my wizarding world book that I have to get the schedule and I googled the times for class! (Just for anyone wondering where I'm getting my information from).

my pets tab

i hadn't really found a good way to organize pet info so, i made my own way! i thought that if i was having a hard time then i must not be alone, so here's a way you can organize your pet info.

if you guys want a part two of this where i touch on other tabs that you saw here lmk! i also want to make an "intro to my dr self - hogwarts dr edition" so you guys can have a look into what's exactly in my script and how things are in my hogwarts dr. get ready for shifting stories!! let's all manifest that i shift fr. Happy Shifting!

xoxo, c.

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Someone Else's Birthday (Kenjaku x Gojo Satoru)

Contains: rape, somnophilia, anal.

Hello! This idea has been in my mind for a while and I finally decided to write it. Hopefully it's as enjoyable to you as it is to me. I just love thinking about things from Kenjaku's perspective so to add in even more angst with Gojo deciding to drink with Shoko in an attempt to be with a friend and drown his sorrows was fun. Comment and reblog if you enjoy, lmk what you thought about it~ Crossposted to ao3 under the same name and shared to twt as kenjakusbrain!

Over the years, Shoko had adjusted to the walk home after a night out drinking. While her trips to the bar had become less frequent since the friends and coworkers that accompanied her had started dropping like flies. It was hard to have a good time as a sorcerer when new recruits just wanted to drown their sorrows. She generally resigned herself to staying home for a drink instead of going out.

So when Gojo had approached her and mentioned that they should go grab a drink, Shoko was rightfully surprised. Gojo actively didn’t drink and had vocalized his dislike for it many times. Surprised as she was, it didn’t take long for Shoko to realize why Gojo wanted to. February 3rd was always a day the two of them spent together, though usually it was just to grab lunch or dinner and sometimes talk about their youth. Other years it was a day where they just sat in silence, neither one of them willing to talk about why the person who’s birthday it was wasn’t with them.

This year was different, not even two months had passed since Geto’s death and it seemed that had put a twist on their yearly plans. Shoko knew Gojo well enough to know that his suggestion was a form of self harm. As his friend, the right thing would be to turn him down. Shoko couldn’t stop him if he wanted to drown his sorrows though, and it would be much better for Gojo to not be alone on a day like this.

That was how Shoko ended up with Gojo’s arm slung around her shoulder as she guided him back to his home. He had attempted to match her drinks, but straight whiskey was not the best drink for someone with as big a sweet tooth as Gojo. So double cocktails and more shots than she could keep track of made their way across the bar to the strongest sorcerer. If it had been anyone else, she would have been worried about his tab, but the only thing as deep as Gojo’s well of sorrow was his wallet.

Fortunately, the trek back to Gojo’s home wasn’t long. The hardest part had been keeping the larger man upright, but Shoko had plenty of experience lugging around large, dead weight bodies. She hadn’t expected it to be an easy feat with Gojo’s Limitless ability active, but it seemed that at some point during the night, he had either willingly disabled it or the alcohol in his system muted his abilities. Whether Gojo knew this would happen or not was beyond Shoko, but she was glad that she didn’t leave him alone and intoxicated without the veil he normally kept around him at all times.

Gojo’s apartment was always a surprise to Shoko, she never expected it to be as clean as it was. With Megumi and Tsumiki out of the house, it made sense considering the amount of time Gojo spent anywhere other than home. Closing the door behind her, she led him into his own bedroom, which was also nearly spotless save for the unmade bed. Feeling a bit tired herself she let Gojo drop onto the bed in a less than delicate manner. He barely responded to the rough treatment, simply groaning and pressing his face into his pillows. Rolling her eyes, Shoko left him and headed into his kitchen. A glass of water and some aspirin would be needed, even for the strongest sorcerer after the night he’s had.

She sat them down on the bedside table next to a small framed photo of the three of them in high school. Pulling the blankets up and over him, she made her way over to the window, cracking it slightly to let some fresh air in. There wasn’t much more she could do for him in this state, so she resigned herself to a short walk to the Jujutsu High Campus. It was closer than her apartment and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d slept in her office. Hopefully she would be awake by the time Gojo strolled into the school. She was a little worried that this could impact him negatively, but he was stronger than that.

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It wasn’t unusual for Kenjaku to keep tabs on Gojo Satoru, but he generally made a point to not get too close to the man. His plans hinged on a few specific things, and Gojo not seeing him until the moment he was ready with the prison realm was one of them. So it could almost be considered foolish for him to be in his current position, standing over Gojo’s bed as he slept fitfully.

Kenjaku wasn’t one to throw away his plans on a whim, but he also wasn’t one to ignore his own curiosities. He had known that the connection between his vessel and the six eyes was a solid one, but he hadn’t expected more than a normal mourning period from Gojo Satoru. What a surprise he had found upon entering Geto Suguru’s body, the connection between the sorcerers was more intimate than he had anticipated. Not only was this discovery inspiring for Kenjaku in regards to potential plans, but it also pulled him toward Gojo like a magnet. He didn’t need to be this close just to observe the man’s behavior, and yet there was no place he would rather be in this moment.

Observation from afar hadn’t been enough on a night like tonight. As he followed the two friends through the streets silently, not detected by the all seeing six eyes. Kenjaku wasn’t quite sure at what point he noticed Gojo wasn’t using his abilities, but he was sure the man was too drunk to notice him when he was pulled out of the bar, slumped over Shoko’s shoulders. Once they had made it back to Gojo’s home, he simply waited for her to leave. It was a gamble, they’re close, it would have made sense for her to crash on Gojo’s couch. Luck was on Kenjaku’s side tonight, it seemed.

The barrier he put up over the faint one surrounding Gojo’s apartment would undoubtedly go undetected by anyone other than the six eyes himself. After that it didn’t take long for Kenjaku to find his way in through the window that Shoko had so thoughtfully opened. That was how he found himself here, standing over the unconscious man in the bed. The strongest sorcerer, the greatest threat to his plans, completely defenseless in front of him. This would be the perfect chance to seal Gojo, if only his plans had progressed far enough. Since there was still work to be done that would have to wait, but there was no reason not to take advantage of the state of the man before him.

Reaching out his hand, Kenjaku traced his fingers softly along Gojo’s forehead, traveling down to cup his face. His skin was warm to the touch, feverish even in his unconscious state. It seemed the alcohol had affected more than just Gojo’s mental facilities, his lack of reaction showed Kenjaku just how unconscious he was. The smile that spread across his face was one of malicious glee, it had been years since he’d been able to touch a six eyes user like this. Granted the last time they had been far too young for his tastes, he’d just killed them and continued on. He couldn’t quite remember a time where he’d had this ample of a chance to prey on someone so strong.

There were few people in Kenjaku’s long life that affected him on a scale that caused him to regard them as an enemy of sorts. The six eyes was the closest thing, even if it was a one sided relationship, as they had no way of knowing the interactions their ancestors had with him. Even if they had tried to stop his plans in some way, it hadn’t been done out of a grudge but merely to keep the peace in their respective lifetime. Due to his own body swapping, he knew any incidents were seen as unrelated and prevented any awareness of him looming over their heads. Even if Kenjaku was always building to help his plans come to fruition, they were none the wiser.

That grudge of sorts was a large part of the draw he felt in this moment to defile the man before him. Kenjaku knew that killing Gojo would only set his plans back once again, so he’d use this vulnerability as an opportunity to get out some of his frustrations.

However, there was another reason Kenjaku felt so drawn toward Gojo Satoru, his vessel’s memories of the man were so bright in comparison to the memories of the other vessel’s he had inhabited. Their relationship had such a profound effect on Geto Suguru that it had burned itself into his very soul.

The hand that cradled Gojo’s face applied a little more pressure, gripping his chin and squeezing his cheeks together. The continued lack of reaction assured Kenjaku that he would likely have ample time to get out his own frustration and his vessel’s desires. Though the thrill of potentially ruining his plans just for a quick release amused him greatly. Regardless of what happened, Kenjaku just wanted to have some fun, it was his vessel’s birthday after all, why not celebrate?

Leaning down, Kenjaku pressed a soft kiss to Gojo’s unmoving lips. They were soft and tasted sweeter than he expected for someone that had been drinking all night. His tongue trailing the crease between Gojo’s closed lips, as if searching for some kind of reaction. Squeezing his cheeks a little more, Gojo’s mouth opened just enough for Kenjaku to kiss his way into it, tongue tracing along the roof of his mouth.

Kenjaku suppressed a small groan at the feeling of his tongue rubbing up against Gojo’s, it had been some time since he had been close enough to someone to kiss them. He didn’t often seek out intimate partners, so the sensations felt all too hot, especially in this new vessel. Kenjaku hadn’t quite worked out what parts of his newest body were sensitive, but the shiver down his spine told him his vessel approved of the action.

His hands left Gojo’s face, slipping down to take the blankets off of his body. The soft kisses he’d been placing on the man’s lips slowed to the slightest touch before Kenjaku lifted his face up. Looking down he could see Gojo was still fully dressed, not entirely surprising that Shoko hadn’t undressed him. Kenjaku didn’t mind though, he did like the idea of unwrapping his own present.

Sitting back, he once again took in Gojo’s appearance. The man had just worn a black turtleneck and what appeared to be the same dress pants he wore to the school that day. A simple outfit, but with a personality like Gojo’s, Kenjaku assumed he didn’t need flashy clothing to draw attention to himself. Especially the way the turtleneck hugged his muscles, it made Kenjaku want to open this present faster even if it did risk waking him up. He was nothing if not patient though.

There was no need to be too patient however, Kenjaku thought to himself as his hands drifted further down Gojo’s body. He didn’t want to waste the time that the six eyes would be unconscious on just observation, so maybe he did need to act a little faster. Deft fingers undid the button on Gojo’s pants, it didn’t take too much effort to pull them down either since there was no resistance from the man.

Kenjaku’s hands slowed to slip Gojo’s pants over his bare feet before dropping the clothing to the ground beside the bed in a messy lump. Perhaps to Gojo it would look like he had just become too hot in the night and pulled the clothing off himself. Pushing Gojo’s legs up to bend at the knees, Kenjaku settled himself between them. His face nestled right between the man’s thighs, mouth watering at the sight before him.

Gojo, to no surprise, wasn’t aroused. His cock soft as Kenjaku looked at it fondly, that wasn't what he was looking forward to though. Pushing Gojo’s knees up toward his chest revealed the man’s tight ass, the real present for Kenjaku. He didn’t have to reach too far back in his vessel’s memories to find a time where that cute ass was wrapped around his cock, he couldn’t wait to feel it for himself. The last man he’d fucked he had been in a woman’s body, so the interaction had gone much differently, this was a feeling he supposed he did miss.

Adjusting himself, Kenjaku moved forward slightly, closing the remaining distance between himself and Gojo. The hands that held up his legs slid down Gojo’s strong thighs just far enough to be able to spread his cheeks, revealing Gojo’s hole to him. Bringing his face forward, Kenjaku brushed his tongue against the ring of muscle.

He watched, trying to keep track of any reaction from the strongest sorcerer above him. So far there hadn’t been any movements, but with all the attention he was giving such a sensitive area, anything could happen. Slow licking turned into Kenjaku pressing his tongue past the tight ring, just before slipping it out and allowing his finger to enter slowly. Pacing himself, Kenjaku started working the muscle to allow for another finger to fit in alongside.

It was quite the sight, being able to watch this closely as he fingered Gojo and prepared him for his vessel's thick cock. He knew that it was something Gojo was used to taking, but he knew it had been some time since they had fucked. It shouldn’t take much more prep though, their bodies seemed to fit together so well if his vessel’s memories were anything to show. Thinking about fucking Gojo into the mattress in the body of the man he loved had Kenjaku holding back from grinding his hard cock against the bed for some kind of relief.

Kenjaku wasn’t normally the kind of lover to take things slow and easy, especially when his lust was fueled by the need to defile the man before him. He just wanted to avoid waking Gojo at all costs. So he slowly, carefully worked his fingers, making sure to not force his way inside all at once. It was almost hypnotic, watching Gojo’s body suck his fingers further inside. As he slid a third finger he knew that this was as ready as he would be able to work Gojo.

Gojo had barely moved during all of Kenjaku’s toying, the only indication that the man was still able to feel anything was his slowly hardening cock right in front of Kenjaku’s face. It seemed Gojo’s body, even when unconscious, was still very responsive to his ministrations. Slipping his fingers out of Gojo’s tight hole, Kenjaku slowly repositioning himself above the six eyes.

This view of looking down at Gojo, lewdly posed with his legs held up and ass open to him, wasn’t a new sight to this vessel. Kenjaku could see many memories of his vessel and the six eyes in this position, the only difference was in the others, Gojo was pleading for more. A very willing participant, in contrast to his still and unaware visage now. It did spur Kenjaku on more to see just how worked up his vessel could make Gojo, his cock throbbing as he slid down his pants just enough to expose himself.

Lifting Gojo’s legs a little higher allowed him to align himself with Gojo’s entrance, the head of his cock slipping inside with a small thrust. The tight heat felt familiar to his vessel, but having the six eyes wrapped around him was a new feeling to Kenjaku. Slowly he pressed his way into Gojo’s body, the preparation he’d done just enough to allow only a small amount of resistance. Bottoming out, Kenjaku felt his balls press up against the swell of Gojo’s ass. If he had thought Gojo’s face was feverish, the heat around his cock was something else, intoxicating even as he found himself unable to move for a moment. It felt so good to be buried inside Gojo Satoru.

Kenjaku slowly started fucking into Gojo’s tight core, each thrust measured to bring himself the most pleasure. Gojo’s body had been nothing but a toy to him all night and now was no different. The steady, deep thrusts felt like heaven to Kenjaku, it was as if their bodies were made for one another with just how well Gojo took his vessel’s thick cock.

Sliding a hand down from holding Gojo’s leg up, Kenjaku’s fingers brushed along Gojo’s now fully hard cock. It bounced with every thrust, begging for a little attention from Kenjaku. Even in this state Gojo’s body had still found a way to beg for his vessel, Kenjaku thought it was almost endearing. At the brush of his fingers, Kenjaku felt Gojo tighten around him, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge.

The new pressure felt too good for Kenjaku to want to slow down. He fucked into Gojo harder than he thought safe, it just was too much pleasure for him to want to drag it out any longer. Kenjaku’s hips slamming against Gojo’s ass as his cock was being squeezed so tightly by the six eyes. He was so focused on bringing himself closer to the edge that he barely noticed a small noise from below him.

Kenjaku’s eyes snapped up and away from watching himself fuck into Gojo’s body. He hadn’t noticed Gojo had moved, his hands up by his face as small whimpers spilled from his lips. The thrusts from Kenjaku hadn’t stopped, he kept his pace steady as he watched the involuntary movements from the man below him. Gojo’s eyes were screwed shut still but his mouth was open and panting, it seemed the pleasure was getting to him as well.

He knew that it was dangerous to keep this up with Gojo so reactive now, but Kenjaku just couldn’t stop now. Each thrust was harder than the last, reaching so deep within the six eyes he was sure the next one would wake the man. Kenjaku knew he was a few moments away from filling Gojo, he wanted to make them count. This was not the time for holding back.

Unexpectedly, Gojo’s body tightened around him like a vice, making it almost impossible to thrust without using more force. Kenjaku was too close to slow down, fucking harder into the six eyes body. He watched as Gojo’s barely touched cock twitched as it came all over his chest, some even reaching up onto the man’s face. Gojo’s eyes still shut as a single name started to fall from his lips.

“Sugu-” Kenjaku’s hand covered Gojo’s mouth before he could speak any further. Not wanting the man to wake himself up by speaking or ruin his own orgasm.

Fucking into Gojo’s twitching hole, Kenjaku felt himself finally snap, emptying himself deep inside the six eyes. He rode out his orgasm silently, teeth biting into his lip to prevent a noise from escaping. The blood pooled in his mouth as he finished, thrusts slowing finally. Kenjaku slowly slipped his spent cock from Gojo's body, quickly wiping himself on the bed sheets before tucking himself away one handedly.

Removing his hand from Gojo’s mouth, Kenjaku silently got up from the bed. Gojo had somehow still not fully woken up, his hands coming up to his own face again in some comforting gesture to himself. Kenjaku was almost tempted to wake the man up just to get more of a reaction to what he had done. He considered himself lucky that this risky plan had worked out, the post orgasm endorphins mixing with his pleasure at defiling the six eyes brought a malicious smirk to his face.

Kenjaku knew Gojo wouldn’t be able to remember this even if part of him had woken up while he was buried inside the man. He would have loved to see the look of betrayal and despair on Gojo’s face at the realization that he’d been used like this. That would have to wait, it would be worth it in the end to be able to trap Gojo and get a reaction out of him later. For now he was more than happy to live knowing he got to take advantage of the strongest sorcerer in the most intimate way, all with him being none the wiser.

Slipping out the window he’d entered and back into the cold, Kenjaku left quite a mess and many questions for Gojo upon waking in the morning. For him, it was just another way of adding confusion and chaos to the world around him.

[professionalwaterbender]

VERY BIG ANNOUNCMENT FOR MY MUTUALS AND FRIENDS OF THEM

Bold are things I say, and normal are things Tabs has said (her internet is doing weird things)

@tabsters

HELLO PEOPLE

IN LIGHT OF ME FINISHING LMK AND TABS FINISHING TDP

We have decided to revive an old Avatar: The Last Airbender x The Dragon Prince x Lego Monkie Kid crossover fic we started last year!

Just so everyone seeing this knows, ANYONE can join in if you know the fandoms <33

Details are under the cut <;33

Inspired by a tumblr post talking about the cartoon incarnations of jack de sena: Sokka from A:TLA, Callum from The Dragon Prince, and MK from Lego Monkie Kid

Since we have both seen all these shows, we feel that we are better able to characterize our children and write their interactions better

Let it be known that you do not have to have watched all these shows to participate, if you know at least one of them well, then you're good <;33

One slight problem: we're kinda busy with. well. not pointing fingers cough, kara, cough (hey) but we also have a number of unfinished fics we should probably finish

but we're not peasants so we will juggle them all

So for this three-way crossover fic, we are inviting any writers well versed in any of these shows who are also willing to help on this project!!

We are still working out the logistics of having multiple people from across the world working on a single document, especially with accounts being a problem for some of us, so if you guys have any ideas, definitely share them!

As of right now, we have a google doc!! Accounts only appear as anons, so thats good! But you will have to put "—[your pseud]" with any brainstorming sentence idea (if you want!)

You do not need an AO3 account to participate! We'll just use your tumblr url, or any other preference that you may have, and credit you that way <3

We, uh,

We also have no plot to this story, other than the boys get dropped into a room together!! so we need help with that too!! yay!

Okay, that's about it for the logistics so far :D I'll be tagging our mutuals here, so if those people have anyone they'd like to tag to, reblog and do that PLEASE

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Remember, this is purely optional <33 DM me or tabs, and we'll like idk take you off the tag list for this or smth dunno lol

oh, yeah, and if you have AO3, reply with your name, so we can write it down

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Tabs does not have a disc smh smh

BYEBYEEE LOVE YALL

[nutzworth]

DAY 5: JANUARY 31, 2024 (i got to start reading more consistently.)

STATS: read for ~3 hrs pages read: 1052-1359. 307 pgs. act 4! slur count: 8 + 1 = 9 (john r slur on 1 of his defaced posters) silly count: 11 + 0 = 11 (i might have missed some. to be honest) piss count: 1/3

THOUGHTS: today started with john's alchemizing spree! i really like the alchemy even though i can NOT understand how the binary and codes quite work. john does though. johns really smart about alchemy in sburb specifically. this section also has a lot of funny john faces. i love this guy

FINALLY the end of dave and bros strife! jesus! been 2 sessions sicne it started! i said this last time but i think its SO INTERESTING how bro doesnt cut or stab dave in any way during the strife. they clash and lil cal gets torn up and daves sword gets 1/2ed and daves SYMBOL gets scratched but when hussie shows dave after the fight hes winded and bruised and battered but hes NOTABLY NOT BLOODY! obviously being bruised cus youre FIGHTING! WITH YOUR DAD! is bad and your dad (bro) is a criminal but. man. how much restraint was bro USING. to be SO PRECISE! did he have to choose between slashing dave and slashing cal in that split second? why else would he possibly have slashed cal? for paradox reasons? i really like dirk strider

the unofficial homestuck collection website is bugging out SO BAD for me. for so many flashes today the music just did not play. it SUCKS! but its fine i just play the music in another tab. i hope they fix that but i know its not priority

i really like the few dave logs i read today. dave is sooooo sad puppy on the other side of a cracked door that sees you and wants to get in the room but cant figure out how to push open the door so he just whines. "hello" "what are you doing" "man where are you" "are you there" he is so cute. in contrast the other dave log today was DAVE AND TAVROS!!!! HOORAY FOR TAVROS! and dave in this one is really funny hes so nonchalant and like "no man. if you want to have sex with a 13 yr old boy okay dude. im on board. time and place." and tavros is like UM! NO! IM GOOD! HAHA! }:) ! they are so funny. the striders are SO internet troll. dave does it flawlessly

KANAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE KANAYA! SHES MY FAVORITE TROLL! shes so awesome in the kanaya/rose log she is so funny. start talking to this girl like "humans cant understand time travel when its really so simple youre all kind of dumb" and ending with "hey we should be friends". i literally love her

EXILES! not much happened with the exiles. introduced to aimless renegade. what a cop. pa harley heart! thanks for your guns pa!

THE FLASH WHEN ROSE ENTERS THE GAME IS SO COOOOOL!!!!!!!!! i really really like it unfortunately the sound didnt work so all the beats didnt hit quite right but they hit ENOUGH. SO COOL! I LOVE ROSE!!!! theres so much going on all the time for that girl. i love you rose

INTERMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i really like the intermission i think its so fun trying to parse what the hell is happening. i have GOT to read problem sleuth because so many of the things i find funny are straight up just problem sleuth bits

hussie averting the readers expectations with the like You have a deck of cards. ==> play solitaire With what cards? Dumbass? Fuck off. You only have your WAR CHEST. i think this is hussie like softdropping his rivalry with his audience. it starts with silly banter and then hes like im going to make a character representing the fandom and im going to kill her off (calliope)

the felt are SO COOL! if anyone knows all the pun names for them lmk. i only know a few obvious ones.

the intermission is SO gory. theres so much blood and death and guns and knives. like ok dude i get youre in mafia gangs or whatever but cool it on the blood and yucky faces! yeesh! there is also more crude jokes in it than normal i think. maybe cus these are real adults with pornography in their briefcases than like 13 yr olds. "jack king off" "you beat it(your heart) pretty often" "fist full of penis" etc

you kjnow what drives me crazy. the ACTUAL REAL TIMELINE of the intermission. or at least what it means for the rest of the comic. obviously the intermission is foreshadowing (esp when slick gets his eye and arm cut off; mentioning lord english; etc) but like. its MORE. when i first read homestuck i was under the impression that the intermission was just some other timeline in some universe. granted i dont remember slicks eye and arm getting nixed or karkat vantas reveal or lord english mention or anything that foreshadows anything. but NO! its NOT some other timeline! but it IS another universe. its ALTERNIA!!!!!!!!!!!

the story of jack noir (spades slick) as i know it is as follows: jack noir spawns in derse ==> commits a crime (probably shittalking the queen) ==> gets exiled to... um. somewhere. ==> i assume he meets karkat here? and stabs him. and karkats blood is revealed and then theyre friends ==> slick (now scurrilous straggler) is left on the green moon? exiled in rags ==> he builds a city ==> the felt's mansion is there also. they form gangs and become rivals ==> intermission starts; midnight crew infiltrates lord english's lair to get the vault prizes ==> slick goes in the vault and begins commanding karkat. if im wrong about any of this correct me im so curious

i really like clubs deuce and diamonds droog. i wish crowbar was in the intermission more. clover is just like nagito komaeda. trace and fin are insaaaane. i wish i knew more about the felt

ACT 4! GAME!!!!! game on lowas. its really cool i didnt get to play it my first readthrough. love the salamanders and love the captchalogue nonsense. it is so fun. thats all for today folks

[wedonttalkaboutthisbro]

Gareth Emmerson hc’s (sfw, some x gn reader)

I'm ngl, this is my first time writing on this app LMFAO so if it's terrible or the layout isn't good lmk! (please give suggestions I'm screaming and crying)

General Headcannons:

LOVES sour candy.  Honestly, he would probably sell his soul for some sour patch kids.

His father wasn’t there for him much as a child so he basically taught himself most of the ‘Handyman’ things that he knows.

On that note, he has probably once or twice tried to fix something like the bathroom sink and completely failed. So when his mom called the plumber he was so embarrassed about it.

100% cries when he eats something too spicy.

A huge sucker for romance movies. Specifically RomComs but he’d rather die than let anyone (but you) know that.

Master of puppy dog eyes. One peek at him looking up at you with his wide eyes and cute little pout and you’re(or legit anyone for that matter) done for.

He has two younger sisters and one older sister. 

Well educated on periods and childbirth.

Adding on to that, he’s very good with kids.

He collects can tabs considering the fact that he’s mildly (or not so mildly) addicted to Dr. Pepper. 

Used to get bullied as a child for his looks.

Going off of that, he’s insecure about his looks. (REASSURE HIM THAT HE’S PERFECT)

Cringes at the smallest things.(LMAO me too bro)

Got his eyebrow pierced at like 13. He loved it for the first few months then out of the blue decided he hated it and took it out.

Hates blue cheese 

Feminist

He has Adhd, my man can’t sit still. He’s always moving, tapping his fingers on his desk to some unknown beat, bouncing his knee. The list goes on.

 Protective big brother energy.

Likes cats more than dogs, he claims it’s because they’re calmer.

He has really warm hands, they’re so soft and so big and so so warm.

Really sensitive skin, can only use certain soaps.

Drools in his sleep. As well as drooling he has some gnarly bed head. 

Looks up to most of his male teachers like a son would look up to his father.

Dad friend.

Relationship hc’s: 

Admires you from afar, he gets really shy around you so he’ll just watch and swoon from a distance.

He would love everything about you, from every freckle to every strand of hair. He would basically worship your existence.

Hates it when his club members touch his hair. But he loves it when YOU do, only you. Only ever you.

 He falls asleep at night dreaming about a family with you. (It helps him sleep very well LOL)

Very much a simp (It’s giving Ray from Princess and The Frog)

Super romantic and lovey dovey.

Isn’t too fond of pda but he will hold your hand under the table and kiss your cheek when he’s leaving the room.

Considering the fact that he has three sisters,(If you’re AFAB) he’d be so tentative to you when you’re on your period. Pulling out all of the shots, food? heating pads? cuddles? He has them whenever you want them. (especially cuddles!!!)

Writes cute love poems but never shows you. (Lowkey want to make this a whole one-shot like where you find them. Lmk if you want that LOL)

Lets you drink some of his Dr.Pepper at lunch. (oOoo so privileged!)

Sucker for dorky pickup lines.

“Are you angry at me?” “No? Why?” “You haven’t looked at me once in the past 3 minutes” type shit

Nightly ‘goodnight’ phone calls.

Whines about having to sleep without you in his bed, over the phone call.

Forehead kisses!!!

You’d be his first s/o and he loves and admires you so so much.

Kiss all over his face and hear his sweet little giggles. (I’m crying it’s so cute)

If you ever end up going to the beach with this man, give him a shovel. He’ll be busy allllllll day. He’ll dig a huge hole and look up at you with pure excitement in his eyes. He’d be so proud of himself. 

Nicknames like: Sugar, Honey, Darling(darlin’), baby, Doll, prince/princess(If you’re comfortable with those)

Loves when you wear his clothes or sleep in his bed!!! He loves your smell lingering on his stuff.

Definitely believes in love at first sight but he would NEVER admit it.

Drive-in dates, small cheap greasy diner dates.

Would 178% teach you the drums if you asked.

His love languages are psychical touch and gift giving.

Wants kids in the future.

[alphabetatoes]

Roll for Action (e.m. x reader)

a.n.: had this idea for a fic and needed to write it. just a couple o nerds being geeks! not proofread- but when do i ever? also if anyone knows how to tab a paragraoh or a keyboard shortcut pls lmk bc every time i press the tab key it takes me to the tags of the posts ;-; anyways- enjoy!

It was the night before the final meeting for Eddie’s latest DnD campaign and you were at the trailer helping to proofread the final bits and pieces.

‘It’s gonna be a shit show, in the best way possible!” Edward “Cause All the Chaos” Munson grinned as he gave you a play-by-play of the final battle.

You adored seeing him get so excited about his passions. Seeing those pretty brown eyes light  up any time he spoke on his favorite topics absolutely melted your heart. 

It was almost inevitable for him to ask you to help with his campaigns after y’all started to hang out on a rather consistent basis. Since the both of you were invited to join Steve’s group of friends around the same time, y’all had the benefit of being on the same playing field friend & relationship wise. There was no denying  that you had developed feelings for him, but you weren’t too sure how he felt. The boy could write a flawless character study on his own DnD creations, but his inner thoughts and feelings were a mish mash of confusion. Sure, you’d caught him leering at you every once in a while, but was it a “I’ve been in love with you ever since we first met!” stare, or was it one saying “Dude, you have something on your face.” 

Ed’s voice snapped you back to reality.

“I was asking if you wanted to see how the final boss would meet their demise.”

He played it out for you. It was a masterpiece. Of course it was. You’d expect no less from him.

“I was thinking… what if I added something else?” Eddie couldn’t help but smirk when he asked you.

“I’m listening.” You had no idea where he could be going with this.

“What if I roll to take action?”HIs smirk grew to a grin.

“What type of action are we talking about, Munson?”

“A kiss.” He was nervous- testing the waters to see if he might’ve crit one’d himself before he even got the chance to roll.

“I’ll need you to roll a 20 on that.” The bar was set high, but you were bargaining with whatever higher power to guarantee the die land on the magic number.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” His face changed to one of pure concentration. This was probably the most important roll of his career. The die hit the table with a thud, and you awaited your fate.

“Alright Eddie, show me what you got.”

“Nat 20.”, he smirked. At this point, the both of you were filled with giddiness and struggling not to blush too much.

 “A deal’s a deal.”

[clan-astraea-fr]

Lots of blue!

These guys are all leveled and ready to exalt (lvl 8), but before I yeet them to the Windsinger wanted to do a last check if anyone wants some blue dergs.

I'll let em go for 12g/kt, or if you really want to give one a forever home just lmk

L*NK to sales tab in reblog! (+1 additional dragon :))

[torchickentacos]

Tagged by @mighwnt!!!! I did a version of this a couple days ago but I'm always glad to talk more lol (and talk, I do). Tysm for the tag!!! ASLO PREV lmk how you like pokespe, I've been meaning to read more of it since, uh, 2012....ish.................. oops....................... ANYWAYS lol

Last song I listened to: We Looked Like Giants by Death Cab for Cutie. This is one of those songs that I listen to and just zone out for the full 5 minutes. This song does something to my brain and I like it very much. One of my favorite songs, easily, not something I hand out particularly lightly.

Currently reading: WELL, at my hell doctor appointment earlier, my sister brought an entire warrior cats book that she started and promptly finished BECAUSE WE WERE THERE FOR SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS, no I will not let go of this, I deserve to bitch about it, and I got bored and started reading it, so technically I'm currently reading Into the Wild lol. I've been on a warrior cats nostalgia kick lately anyways though so that works out, even if the books are as frustrating as they are anything else.

Currently watching: Psych. Forever my comfort show. In another tab I have Game, Set, Muuurder open and about 5 minutes in lol

Currently obsessed with: Warrior cats is, either regrettably or fun and nostalgically, taking up brain space yet again like a roommate I can't quite evict. We aren't at special interest levels again yet though. I AM getting some writing stuff done again though, slowly but surely, so that's fun and also creeping back into hyperfocusy territory before the fall semester takes all my time!

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to join! Is it a cop-out answer? yes BUT my mutuals all tend to be intertangled webs of people, so I'm never sure who's tagged who anyways, so this is an open tag! If you want to do this from this post then just say I tagged you because I did lol.

[kevindaysupremacy]

Ok in between reading a ballad of songbirds and snakes I'm starting..counting my tabs...nine ao3 aftg fics, I'll list them here and then if anyone would like to join in ATFG reread/discussion/chat about it lmk and I'll probably begin next week and share notes bc I've been wanting to for a while and just finished last re read in august lol. Starting with this one:

push notifications on nocturnal animals marrow without bone staring at the sun falling star series the raven's ragvanok in which neil is a pr nightmare (which I had started previously and not finished)

[vrmxlho]

lots of ppl have been asking me what i use for my smaus so here’s what i use n how you can get it if you’ve already purchased it on ios

1. the app i use is social maker, the app icon looks like this:

the tweets and messages are quite realistic but sometimes i do like to use photoshop to change them up a bit (mostly when i make mistakes lmfao)

2. the app was removed from the appstore, this is the official announcement on the creator’s twitter:

3. to get it back (if you think you’ve downloaded it before) go to your appstore then press on the little icon on the top right, go to purchased:

then if you’ve purchased it and then deleted it you can find it under the “not on this iphone” tab:

4. alternatives

i personally have not tried these alternatives so i have no idea how they work but if anyone wants to test them and lmk that would be great!!

[i-love-you-all]

I have a tab on my phone specifically for the Breach/Sova tag on Ao3, and every morning I go and refresh it… and I think for the past month ish it’s been stagnant…

Anyways if anyone knows more tremorbolt stories out there lmk I just want content :((