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wellll since you are taking requests! Can I request Sylus, Caleb, and Zayne with a fem reader who's playful and loves to tease them in public but when their having sex, she's all shy and that?? <33 (I haven't requested something in such a long time, I forgot how this works đđ)
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đBaby, you fucking know you can. My little MC is exactly like this, so thank you soooo much for allowing me to write her vicariously through this ask. I have sooo much fun with brat taming, you have no idea, I should write it wayyyyy more. Anyway, I really tried not to let my favoritism for Caleb show here, but he still has more than the other two. Sue me, I love my man.
TW: Intense eye contact in Caleb's; Brat taming; cat ears mentioned but not relevant in Sylus' part; Sylus is crazy big; teasing; softcore otherwise; editing/grammar errors (i am one college student)
Info: Sylus, Zayne, Caleb x Reader (Separate); NSFW
Word Count(s): Zayne (1.2k); Sylus (1.2k); Caleb (1.5k)
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ZAYNE
You loved to just push, didn't you? It was an annoyingly charming part of you, one that Zayne just adored in most situations. Playful poking and prodding was part of your daily routine, something he expected and honestly needed from you. If you weren't causing some kind of problem for him, you weren't doing well. He would rather you annoy him than see you sad and quiet.
Still, you really could get under his skin when you tried. Bonuses of knowing each other so well, he guessed. Even framing it like a positive was hard when you were trying your very best to get him to react.
Having your arms wrapped around him was a more than welcome experience in most cases. He loved it when you were so openly affectionate in public; it made him feel better about how badly he wanted to hold you, too. What he was not a fan of was the way your sneaky little hands seemed to be creeping lower and lower down his back. It was cute, at first. Easily mistaken as a comforting gesture when your fingers drew themselves back up after dipping just a little lower.
Yet, they didn't stop dipping a little lower. Each stroke got longer, went further down his back, until your fingers were dancing along the hem of his pants. If that weren't bad enough, you were doing it in front of a colleague of yours. Tara, you'd excitedly introduced. Chirping along happily together like two birds of a feather, like you weren't pushing your luck with each passing second. You knew that, though, didn't you?
He shoots you the subtlest look when your hand hovers over his behind, a warning. One, you do not heed, clamping your hand down and pinching his cheek with a Cheshire grin. And he squeaks, despite expecting it, the feeling still takes him off guard. Your grin only widens, especially when Tara blinks in surprise.
"Are you okay, Mr. Li?" She asks, befuddled at how such a stoic man could make such a noise.
He clears his throat, glancing at you, less subtly, "Fine. We should be going, though."
"Aww," you and Tara pout at the same time, though yours is far less genuine than hers.
"Well, it was nice to see you. Have fun with the rest of your day!" She waves, skipping away, oblivious to the tension between you.
Zayne lets out a deep and heavy breath, annoyance leaving him all at once. His eyes zero in on your smirking face, expression even despite the intent clouding his green eyes. He tugs your hand away, wrapping it around his waist in a firm grip so you don't do the same thing again.
"You can't behave for a second, can you?" He sighs.
Another self-satisfied smirk, "It's not my fault you have such a cute butt! It's just begging me to grab it."
He hums, pulling you along with him without another word. He can feel the excitement rolling off you in waves, practically leaping and bounding at his side to get home. How obnoxiously adorable. Your ability to manipulate him into giving you what you want was admirable; he'll give you that. Besides, it's not as though he'd be the one feeling embarrassed by the end of the night, so he'd let you have your little victories.
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He'd had you on your knees before the front door could even fully close. Shaky hands struggling with his belt, fumbling futilely a few times before finally wriggling it out enough to unzip his pants and slide his member out. It bobs uselessly in front of your mouth, begging for some semblance of friction. Naturally, as if magnetically attracted, you lean forward to take him into your mouth.
A firm hand stops you before you can, making your face scrunch up in confusion, fluttering up to his. The intensity in his eyes is enough to burn you up from the inside, heated and full of intent. You look away quickly, trying to ignore the heat searing beneath your skin. He doesn't allow you to run, gripping your chin and bringing your eyes back to him.
"Use your hands," He commands, "and look at me. Understood."
You nod, letting out a shaky breath. Not good enough.
"Words."
You swallow, "Yes, Zayne."
The grip on your chin softens, stroking the skin there as if apologizing for the roughness, "Good."
Your shaky hands come up, spitting on them for lubricant, then carefully wrap around his cock. Gentle, easy, practiced. You know what he likes, slow and easy. You watch the way your hands glide along his shaft, smiling when the sticky pre-cum coats your fingers. So pretty.
He clears his throat, and you correct your mistake like you've been Pavloved. Looking up at his flushed face, chest heaving, and body, eyes watching your every move. Nervousness tends to build up in your chest when he looks at you like that. No walls or hidden meaning, just sheer desire. You want to hide away from it, but you know he won't let you. All you can do is swallow the ever-growing lump in your throat and let your face burn hotter and hotter.
You watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the need between your legs. It's useless, as expected, and only serves to make you feel more pathetic. You don't stop, though, obediently tugging his member at an even pace. His breath grows more shaky with each stroke, mouth slightly ajar and puffing the hot air out unevenly. Much prettier.
His fingers trace along your chin, down the sensitive column of your neck, and back up again. Mirroring your movements from earlier, giving you a taste of your own medicine. It makes you shy away a little, flinching back when they dip between your collarbones. He spreads them out as he comes back up, pausing in the center of your throat and giving the smallest press, prompting you to swallow against them. He shudders when you do, having to use the door to keep himself upright.
He was close, so close. It made you want to speed up, but you don't. Not unless he tells you to.
"Are you sorry?" He suddenly asks, low and gravely, like it was hard to get out in the first place.
You bite your lip, shrinking into yourself as you mumble, "'m sorry..."
"Clearly," he commands, "or else I'll make you stop right now."
You jolt, shaking your head adamantly, "I-I'm sorry. I am! I promise, please?"
He scoffs a laugh, "Brat... open your mouth, now."
You comply, sticking your tongue out, and within a few moments, he's spurting out onto it. You lap up his release obediently, never breaking eye contact, no matter how much it drives you insane. The hand on your chin comes up to pet your hair, a silent praise for your good work.
"Did you learn your lesson?" He asks lowly, scratching your scalp gently.
You nod, proud to please. It's cute. Really cute. But he's not quite satisfied. With a low hum, he helps you off your knees, nudging you through the house on a straight path to the bedroom.
"Why don't we test that theory, then?" He whispers, a promise that you were in for a long night of behavioral correction.
SYLUS
Sylus was a tease at heart, always pushing your buttons and getting on your nerves with little to no effort at all. He'd admitted to you on more than one occasion that he found your feisty reactions positively adorable. You were his little kitten, after all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't get you swatting your claws at him?
However, teasing him was a difficult endeavor. One that you'd become an expert in. See, you couldn't just whisper sweet nothings into his ear or draw your hands along him sensually. He didn't react to that; he found it more funny than alluring. Calling you needy, which you weren't. No, if you wanted to get something out of him you had to be smarter than just sheer sex appeal.
You had to be cute.
Not so cute that you came off as childish and stupid, he would catch on to things too fast and ruin your fun. Just cute enough that it would get his heart racing, make him pause, and take a second to admire you. When he did that, you knew you got what you wanted.
Which is why you were walking hand in hand with him now, swinging your arm just slightly between your bodies. You were in some expensive shopping district, looking around for something to wear for a mission you were assigned to. He'd insisted on buying you a dress when you'd mentioned it offhand. Who were you to deny him the privilege of seeing you spin around in glittering dresses like a teenager picking out a prom dress?
You'd gotten a bit... off track, though. Purposefully, of course, not that he needed to know that. Excitedly bounding from shop window to shop window, gazing in at the silly souvenirs and cute little stuffed animals like a kid on Christmas. Sylus allowed you to tug him around, a soft smile on his face as you rambled about how cute that little teddy bear is, then in the same breath refused to let him buy it for you.
You stopped short when you came across a little standee outside of a costume shop, laughing at its contents. Cat ears of various types hung on the little turnstile, the perfect killer. You bounded up to it, scanning across the different types before plucking two off the rack. You turn back to Sylus then, a giddy smile as you show him your little treasure, lifting it up with pride.
He leans down without another word, letting you set the white pair on his head. His eyes softening when you clap your hands. You know you've got him right where you want him. You just needed the finishing blow. You set the second pair on your head, pointing your chin to the sky like a proud lion.
He smirks at the sight, petting your head like he would a regular cat, "Aren't you cute?"
You bite your lip, going in for the throat, "Now I really am your kitten, huh?"
He pauses, visibly processing your words and realizing just what you were up to. A scoff tumbles out of his mouth, eyes rolling from the sheer idiocy. He'd fallen for your cutesy little antics, again, just like he always did. Steady fingers grip your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes settled on him.
"I wasn't aware she was so prone to misbehavior. Tell me, are you looking for punishment, kitten?" He purrs lowly.
Mission successful, "I'dunno what you mean, Sy..."
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Riding Sylus always felt impossible thanks to his incredible size. You always managed to fit it, but it was more than just a little fight. This is what you asked for, though. Your little cry for attention earlier rewarded with a brand new pair of cat ears, and Sylusâ lazy smirk as you struggled to adjust to him.
Your hands weakly kneaded at his chest, trying to ground yourself from the intensity of the stretch. He merely watched you, red eyes drawing across your figure slow and steady, pleased to have you on display for him. His calloused hands rested at your waist, thumbing over the skin there in approval as you settled down.
It was impossible to hide from him like this, making the burning sensation across your body all the more apparent. You just couldnât help but be embarrassed at the way he seemed to drink you in, savoring you with every sense at his disposal. You were sure he had a secret sixth one made just to relish in your humiliation. Yet, he does not say a word to shame you or make you feel less than. Just watches and appreciates you as you are.
Somehow, that was worse than degradation, melting your mind to a mushy pile of nervousness.
Still, youâd practically begged for this, and as always Sylus had given it to you as you wished. You wouldnât want to disappoint both of you, so you took a deep breath and began rolling your hips. Slow little circles at first. Unsure, but gradually building as you grew more comfortable in your place on top of him.
Each movement set your nerves alight, sending shocks of pleasure across each inch of your skin. The heat building in your core, spanning across every nook and cranny of your body, wrapping you in a blanket of warm pleasure. Sylus seems to track it with his eyes, drawing up from the sensual roll of your hips, to the way your muscles tense, across your bouncing tits, and landing on your scrunched up little face.
You could practically hear him purring â no, he was purring. A low grumble shaking his chest, traveling through your trembling fingertips and sending the signals directly to the heat between your legs. To be admired so much was just too much for you to handle right now.
You lean over him, tucking your face into his shoulder. Itâs a weak attempt to hide at best, not that youâd be able to hide no matter what you did, but you make it all too easy for him to pull you up with a gentleness that seemed too loving for the moment. All too Sylus as he eased your pouting visage back into his line of sight.
âRunning away already?â He coos, fingers massaging your neck as if placating you.
Youâre far too embarrassed to argue with him, so you just nod, âItâs too much.â
He hums, mocking thought as he takes in your weak excuses. Youâre far too cute for him to know what to do with, but he would figure it out, âDo you need my help, kitten?â
In the second of clarity you have, you debate telling him no. Yet, he twitches inside of you when you open your eyes to take in his all consuming stare, and the thought evaporates from your mind. You do need his help, very badly. Youâll probably burn alive between the scorching pleasure and his fiery gaze without him there to placate the flames.
You give him a weak little teary eyed nod, and he eases your face back into his shoulder. He was always so accommodating with you, so gentle and loving that it made your stomach tie into knots. Only forgetting the feeling when he helped to work you along his length, humming sweet words of praise into your ears, letting you hide away from him all you wanted. Thatâs what you wanted after all, right?
CALEB
Teasing Caleb was an art form that only you had mastered. You would think that after knowing someone for so long, it would be easy to rile them up. Yet, Caleb was the most controlled man you had ever met when it came to handling your light-hearted jabs. Part of it was thanks to how well he knew you, but the other part was simply because he was good at ignoring his own feelings. He could push and push and push them down to the depths of his mind until they were practically non-existent, and your teasing was no different.
The most you'd get for your efforts was a smirk, maybe a ruffle of your hair as he scolds you, and if you were really annoying, he would chase you around the house and tickle you for your crimes. Rarely was it anything more intense than that.
Rarely. Not never.
There was one way to get Caleb hot and bothered enough to do something, and that was your favorite game of all time: Look, don't touch. It was fun to see just how far you could get, doing all his favorite things with an air of innocence, just to see how long it would take to get him to crack.
Your personal favorite method of torture was to find a shirt of his - dirty, preferably - slide it on and walk around the house with nothing but it and a lacy pair of red panties. (His favorite, judging from how often they go missing from the laundry.) It's a long game you have to play, because winning against Caleb's disciplined ability to pretend was always a long game. Luckily, you were just about the one weakness in his mental fortitude.
You start in the morning before he leaves for work, or else it won't work. If he's at home all day, he'll just take care of it without thought. You walk out of the room, and his eyes catch on your legs. They rake over the exposed skin like trying to burn it into his memory, as if he hadn't done that a million times before. Then, like clockwork, he realizes what he's doing and tries to look anywhere but you as you waltz around. Knowing he has a responsibility that he can't skimp on, even for you, keeps him stiff and robotic as you kiss him goodbye.
Then, step two kicks in: text him frequently. Keeping yourself at the forefront of his mind (which you always are, mind you) and letting him know you're thinking of him makes him squirm in a way that's unbefitting of a soldier. He can't stop himself from thinking about your legs, the way his shirt rested against your body, and what was beneath it. Waiting, begging him to get a peek as you stretched your arms over your head. His eye twitches when you send him yet another suspiciously worded text - never incriminating, but always implicative.
Then, when his shift is nearly over, when you spent your whole day playing coy, you reach the final phase of your plan. You send pictures. Nothing explicit. That would ruin the fun of it all. Just cute, mundane tasks. A downward angle of you cooking dinner, reading a book on his bed, or maybe just a picture of a movie you're watching with your bare legs in view. All visual reminders of what he left at home, all reminders of why he needs to get back now.
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Normally, Caleb prefers you to tell him what you like in bed. He's soft, attentive, a little sloppy, but entirely obsessed with your pleasure. It's not as though he's neglecting that part of himself, quite the opposite, actually. You were the one who had made it abundantly clear that you wanted- needed him to put you in your place. He knows your little games, he knows you like no other person on the planet - in the galaxy, hell, the entire universe.
So, of course, he knew you wanted him to fold you in half and show you what happens to misbehaving, teasing little pipsqueaks like yourself for all your efforts. Who was he to deny you of what you'd been begging for all day? Wouldn't that make him a bad Caleb? It almost means that the way he makes you look at him, knowing full well that the eye contact sends you into a flurry of embarrassment. He's just so... intense, in every sense of the word, especially when he's having sex with you.
One leg bent up to your head, the other wrapped around his waist, and two strong arms boxing your head had you surrounded. Chest to chest, buried to the hilt, there was no escaping the little prison of pleasure Caleb had built for you. Your reward equaled your punishment, and you wished you could complain, but you knew your voice would catch in your throat and Caleb would tease you for it. You had no choice but to sit there and look up at him, hoping he'd be a little nicer than you were to him today.
His eyes are hot as they trace along the planes of your face, eating up the sight like his last meal on earth. The subtle shift in his expression as you squeeze around him, feeling the intensity of his gaze far more deeply than you'd ever admit out loud. His eyebrows twitch up in surprise, before a lazy smirk crawls over his face, leaning down to kiss along the apple of your cheek to the shell of your ear.
"Y'know," He starts in a low drawl, sending your head spinning, "If you want me to take care of you, you can just ask."
You shake your head, though there isn't a real purpose for it. You're just a little too flustered to think right when he's got you like this. His dominance really is something all-consuming, and it reminds you why you don't tease him like this often. You would be a dead man if you had to put up with his relentlessness every time you had sex.
"No?" He asks, as if he's confused, but the condescension in his voice gives him away.
He adjusts himself slightly, rubbing against your walls just enough to get you to tremble a little. Then, all at once, he pulls himself out to the tip and pushes his way back inside in a fluid motion, "You don't want me to do that? Then tell me what you need, won't you?"
You whimper, tossing your arms on your face like that might help you here. Nearly forgetting how easily he overpowers you in your hazy headspace until he seamlessly pulls your hands over your head, interlacing your fingers as if they belonged together.
"No, no, no. None of that, you gotta look at me, 'kay?" He hums so sickeningly sweet it makes you want to swing at him.
A whine tears through your throat, tossing your head to the side to bury into his arm. Defiant and bratty to the end, as always. He huffs out a laugh that's all too affectionate for how annoying he was being, then chases your face with his own. You feel the warm press of his sweat-slicked forehead against yours, heated breath fanning over your face. You don't budge, not even when he nudges your nose with his own as encouragement.
He's reaching the end of his limited patience; you can feel it in the way his fingers tremble around your wrists. He could hold back all day when you weren't physically near him, but he was inside you for god's sake. Any man - well trained soldier or not - would collapse under the extreme pressure of a nice warm pussy. Your nice warm pussy was simply one of the greatest weaknesses he had, second only to your oh so pretty eyes he was being deprived of right now.
"Pips," He whines, voice uncharacteristically squeaky, "Lemme see your pretty eyes, yeah?"
You curl your hands into tight fists, trying and failing to fight him off one last time. A little voice in your mind reminds you of how mean you were to him today. Listen to his voice, he needs you just as bad as you need him. It's okay to give in, Caleb will take care of everything, it whispers so sweetly. You can't refuse its logic, not when it seems so totally right as he twitches inside you again.
You slowly peel your eyes open, nearly jumping at the way he's staring so intently at you. Brows worried, lip caught between his teeth, and pretty purple eyes darting across your face. You expect some kind of comment from him, some words of praise or thanks, but all you get is his hips pulling back and slamming back into you. It gets your toes curling instantaneously, a moan ripping from your vocal cords in surprise.
You shouldn't be, though. This is what you wanted. Caleb was just giving it to you. He would always give it to you.
#lads x reader#lads smut#lnds x reader#lnds smut#smut#caleb smut#sylus smut#zayne smut#x reader#bunni's treats đ§#caleb x reader#caleb x you#sylus x reader#sylus x you#zayne x reader#zayne x you#lads caleb x reader#lads sylus x reader#lads zayne x reader#it's 1 am btw#pray for me
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big fan of stories that, while undoubtedly being about the power of friendship, acknowledge that the power of incredible violence is just as important
the love was there. the love changed everything. the crowbar helped also
#you changed my life for the better. you taught me to value my life and the life of others#you showed me what happiness was#what care was#thanks to you i am able to see a better future for myself and for us#i couldn't have done it without you#i also couldn't have done it without this steel pipe#tropes#power of friendship#how tf do i tag this#i wrote this with weak hero in mind but it applies to so many things#trc too like#i died because of a fake friendship#because i ended up as a means to an end#because the greed weighted heavier than the love#now i will sacrifice myself and my memory for you because you're my friend and i love you#adam just killed a guy btw#trc#the raven cycle#weak hero#whc1#whc2#weak hero class 1#weak hero class 2
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THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER HAS ME DEAD.
I was giggling watching this whole video
#formula 1#oscar piastri#lando norris#landoscar#oscar looking at lando for his approval#teammates donât look at eachother like that btw#new favourite landoscar video#am I dramatic? yes. am I also free? yes.
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HYUNJIN x SKZ CODE happy birthday @hyunpic âĄ
#tried and failed to understand how timezones worked so i'm queuing this and hoping for the best <3#ANYWAYSSSS happy birthday my dear vilma i hope your day is full of everything wonderful (aka jinnie âĄ)#hwang hyunjin#stray kids#bystay#staydaily#skzco#createskz#hyunjinsource#hyunlixsource#mygifs#usersa#mimotag#heyykass#skzakire#e01o#i am skz code lighting's number 1 hater. btw#qd
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OSCAR PIASTRI
Sprint Race // 2025 Miami Grand Prix
#f1edit#oscarpiastriedit#oscar piastri#op81#f1#formula 1#miami gp 2025#cherubinas*#this is my reaction to the quali btw#she's not having a good time and neither am i!
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If you're still taking requests, could we see you draw some of your favourite sea creatures?
How could I refuse?
#art#marine life#illustration#ask#my art#this has been sitting in my inbox for too long#requests are still closed btw (unless v44 related)#mantis shrimp#moon jellyfish#port jackson shark#horseshoe crab#false killer whale#spotted eagle ray#barnacles#<- also one of my favs#let it be known that i am barnacles no. 1 fan
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"autistic people don't pay taxes" factoid actualy just statistical error. average autistic person pays their taxes every year. Elon Musk, who uses autism to justify Nazi salutes & loopholes his way out of millions in taxes, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#autism#ASD#Spiders Georg#I don't have actual numbers on how much Elon avoids paying in taxes but it feels safe to say that the answer is a lot.#I am just thoroughly pissed about everything that is happening around RFK Jr. right now.#Autism registries can go to hell.#CW: Politics#CW: Elon Musk#Btw I see you autistic people who don't pay your taxes because you have high support needs and you are valid and deserving of protection.#You shouldn't be seen as lesser as a result of not being seen as âusefulâ to society where use is judged by capitalism instead of humanity.#I just think that the 1% avoiding taxes costs the government a whole lot more than autistic people who can't pay taxes.
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jokeâs on everyone sending me shit because Iâm going to Jewishpost about Bruce Wayne even harder now.
reasons I think Bruce Wayne is a Jewish Dad (non-canon reasons, just things he does that remind me of Jewish Dads I know):
he has longstanding beef with multiple people downtown but wonât explain
currently walking around with an injury he shouldâve seen a doctor about at least two years ago
observing his kid do something stupid and hurt themselves âwhy did you do that?â
either has no adult friends at all or has a bunch but theyâre all kinda weird so he never brings them up
happiest with the NYT crossword and coffee strong enough to pass as rocket fuel
loves his children. has trouble saying this out loud, explicitly, to his children
can fall asleep anywhere
#my credentials are 1) I am Jewish#2) I already did a write up on Bruce being halachically Jewish#3) I had a Jewish dad#4) I know Jewish dads#batman#bruce wayne#dc#batfamily#this is a joke btw#if folks need a disclaimer#this was in my drafts forever Iâm sorry#Jewish Bruce Wayne#Jewish Batman#Jewish batfamily
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silicate lifeforms
#if the horta have 1000 fans im one of them if the horta have 1 fan thats me if the horta have 0 fans then i am dead#im kind of sick but ive been drawing alots..heres some fanart for a 30 year old book no one else cares about#but i care....i care about ttan....i care about oboe babysitter arc..i care about the ds9 novelty t shirts#star trek#odo#deep space nine#star trek odo#star trek ttan#the book is devil in the sky btw. is it good i cant say. but it has horta.
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did someone ask about my yellowjackets oc
no one asked about him but here he is
his name is eddie taylor and he's jackie's brother and i've written 40k words just to put him in the story (and thats an incomplete season one there is SO much more to write) anyways this is the ao3 link to that if yall want: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64741555/chapters/166349272
im just. really normal about this guy and everyone around me is sick of hearing abt him
#art#drawing#fanart#original character#yellowjackets#yellowjackets season 1#yellowjackets season 2#yellowjackets season 3#yellowjackets oc#yj oc#yj oc art#eddie taylor (yellowjackets)#you all will be seeing more of him very soon trust#travis martinez#javi martinez#jackie taylor#travis martinez fanart#javi martinez fanart#might make a moodboard for this guy sometime cause all i wanna do is think about him#dunmeshi x yj crossover fanart part two/three coming soon btw#travis martinex x oc#because i am a selfshipper at heart okay#mothboy art
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I FINALLY DID IT
#after 7 yearsâŚ#nothing else of note happened today. this is the only thing that matters.#i am coping SO WELL guys#personal#this is my original save btw. this link has been with me since day 1 <3 <3 <3
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Something that kind of frustrates me is how while there's always plenty of conversation about Hiccup's mistreatment by Berk and how things were before and in the beginning of the first movie, people don't seem to understand that obviously while it was partially out of his control due to his weak constitution/physical inability to do certain tasks, Hiccup never really wanted to be like everyone else.
He wanted to be accepted obviously â "I just want to be one of you guys," but we never see him actively wanting to make an effort to change himself to conform to Berk's standards. He wanted to be accepted among his peers as himself, he had his own way of doing things that he refused to change or compromise on, (this is literally shown and stated be a standard behavior; it's why Stoick was so exasperated with him, why their relationship deteriorated as his childhood progressed!!)
It is the very reason everyone hated him so much. When he started doing well in training he was still unhappy because while he was using tricks he learned from interactions with Toothless, he still wasn't doing things the way he wanted, he was finally making Stoick proud but it was only by succeeding in a way expected of a viking of Berk and by working towards a goal he no longer desired to achieve.
He never wanted to be like his peers, to be the ideal viking and perfect son, he just wanted to be himself and be accepted for it.
#how to train your dragon#so this is why hiccup has actually always been disabled and also how his story is an allegory for being autistic btw#(miserable while masking hated when not...hes so me)#like even when he Wanted to kill dragons he was doing it in his own way making uo for his own physical inability with his inventions#he never comprised for anyone which us Again why they were so cruel towards him it mostly stemmed from a frustration in how his existence#spits in the face of everything berk then and for centuries Was and how their society functioned#this is literally reiterated in an episode of rob how do people not get this đ#hiccup haddock#httyd#httyd 1#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#httyd analysis#deyas dragons#moth.txt#1:30 am on a monday night...if theres a typo in ts i only notice later when im actually rested i will be so mad
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getting rid of her autism :/
#caption is a joke#i am joking#i have that#it is 1 am :3#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#but evil and fucked up#I LOVE FIDDAUTHOR YURI !!!#genderbend#if you look closely#art#fidds has pcos btw#again don't be weird#i've seen other art simmilar to this and wanted to throw my hat into the ring i guess lolz
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is this anything
#height difference SO innaccurate here#god i havent posted fandom content in a while#we're... so back??#we're a little bit back#link is using sign language. btw#that is important to me#ignore how shitty the hands are sorry its 1:50 am#dungeon meshi#the legend of zelda#my art#fanart#crossover#laios touden#link#dunmeshi#tloz#botw#totk#legend of zelda#delicious in dungeon#loz
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Angel blatantly tells Husk when he needs to bang nobody can tell me otherwise
but that one time husk tells Angel heâs horny
oh that one timeâŚ
#hazbin hotel#huskerdust#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel angel dust#im ill about them#Like actually#they make me SICK#i love them#i also need this in canon#Btw Iâm planning a part 2#I ALSO DREW THIS ON A WHIM#IN 2 HOURS#ITS 1 AM RN#HELP#itâs pride month#so itâs ok#the gays ever#HUSKERDUUUUSSSTTTT#artsyanniedoodles
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I love my depressed wife
#milgram#kazui mukuhara#my art#he's holding shidous golves btw :D#mmmm how we feeling milgram nation#i for one am falling to the ground in mourning#SHIDOU.....BABYGIRL#MY SMOKER TRIO.....#and mahiru :((((#im ngl i was only really into milgram for around 1/2 the characters and now half of the ones i really cared about are dead đ#BUT HEY....DISTRESSED KAZUI AMIRIGHT...THATS NICE
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