#or maybe something short in between

[beanghostprincess]

I will forever love seeing Luffy and Nami holding Zoro's swords. He's so protective of those three but it's not even because he fears something might happen to them, but because he's scared something might happen to the crew and himself if he doesn't have them with him. They're like extra limbs. The ones he uses to fight and protect and breathe. He feels uneasy whenever his swords aren't around him, and that is just a fact. You can't deny that he feels comfort in having them by his side at all times, knowing that he'll be able to protect the crew from any dangers. They're tied to his heart and soul in a way that if he loses sight of them he might actually lose himself too. So he does not enjoy seeing his swords in somebody else's hands. They can disappear, he will find them. They can run away, he will follow. They can break, he trusts them not to but if they do, he will keep going carrying their bond with him still. But he doesn't like seeing them in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.

But.

But sometimes Luffy acts like he knows what he's doing and actually asks for permission instead of just taking what he wants. As if crossing Zoro's boundaries would be unforgivable, when he knows Zoro would give him anything he wanted to take from him. But he asks. He asks, with a careful, polite, deep voice Zoro isn't used to hearing. But it always ends with the softest of smiles and the petition reaches a place inside of Zoro's heart that he just knows has also touched his swords. So he lets him, because how could he not, and he runs his fingers through all of them. Amazed. Astonished. Respectfully talking to them as if they could hear him. And they can. Zoro knows they hear and feel and love and crave and long for his captain's touch. He knows, because he does too. Because who wouldn't? Luffy holds them in a way he never holds anything else- Carefully. Like they aren't his. Like befriending somebody he fears might reject him. Like taking hold of Zoro's heart and holding him so gently in case he might break him. He worships them as if he weren't the god in this relationship. He looks handsome, too. Not pretty. Not cute. Handsome. Mature. His hat covers his adventurous gaze but leaves his mischievous grin for the whole world to see. And yet, the swordsman trusts him enough. Without any look or any word. He knows Luffy's face by heart, he realizes, now that he can picture his eyes quite too perfectly under his hat. His skin glistens under the sun and his tender fingers hold the sword with so much clumsiness it looks dumb. He doesn't know how to hold them, yet they don't want to move away from him. It's clumsy but it takes over them. Maybe it's his haki. Maybe it's the effect the future king of the pirates has. Zoro thinks it's just him. Luffy. And his heart stops the second Luffy smiles, as if he had just heard the sword respond to him. He wants to kiss him. Bite him. Let him bite back and draw blood and eat him. Let him hold him the way he holds the swords but tighter. Closer. Maybe he's in love. Zoro. With Luffy. It's not a maybe. Who is he trying to trick? He knows he is in love. With the way he smiles and the way he holds and the way he wants but respects and loves. It's funny like that, the fact that Luffy keeps being so careful when Zoro would let him tear his heart apart and eat it if he so desired. It's funny that the swords love him with such gentleness when they often demand power. Perhaps kindness is the most powerful weapon of all or, at least, Luffy's most powerful skill. Zoro hates it when somebody else holds them because they don't own them. They don't own him. He doesn't even own his swords, anyway. Nobody can. They're his the same way he's theirs, just with a bit more dominance and respect. But Luffy isn't owning them. He's praying to them. Talking to them. Befriending them. Loving them. And they would bow to him if he so desired. Zoro knows they would, as fierce as they are and violent as they seem and as sharp as they cut. They'd bow to him because Zoro would too. The uneasiness does not exist when Luffy is the one to hold them because, if Zoro had to give out his soul for somebody to take care of, that would be Luffy. And if he has to be unprotected. Naked. Bare in front of a thousand soldiers. He will if it's Luffy the one fighting instead.

Sometimes Nami wants to hold them just to feel what it's like to be in Zoro's shoes. It's a stupid reason. He refuses to let her do it as an instinctive reaction at first. She doesn't seem as interested in following the protocol as Luffy is, but she knows where to stop and she knows what to say to get on Zoro's nerves, anyway. She's equally as fierce. Equally as sharp. He won't let her hold any cursed sword, but it's not like she wants to. She's smarter than that. Careful and respectful but not that interested in the swords and what they mean, more in how they feel. Zoro gets it. Kind of. Somehow. She says something about always letting them eat her precious tangerines, so he should humor her by letting her hold Wado at least. She isn't pushing him. He knows she wouldn't. She's just teasing because she knows. She always knows. She knows he will say yes. Because he always does what she says, although he keeps demanding a bit of respect to not be treated like a dog. But Nami never forces him to do anything. He could refuse. She would give up at some point. But there's just something about her- Stubbornness. Strength. Love. So much love and care and worry and anger. And Zoro likes her. She's selfish, too, like a pirate should be. Stronger than Zoro in the ways that matter. Smarter, too, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. But she leads the way and he follows, not because that's a dog's job, but because he wants to. He trusts her. Something he never thought he would. But he does. She's smart. She leads the way. She knows where they're going. They somehow are the same and totally different at the same time. Zoro grounds Luffy when he gets lost. Nami leads them both so they won't. So there's something about her curiosity that makes him soften. He never knows exactly why he does what she says. Why he indulges her like that. But it's satisfying, for some reason he refuses to read within himself, the satisfactory and pleased grin on her face when he hands her Wado. She's careful with her. Awful at holding her. Bad posture. Great smile. Horrible movements. Beautiful eyes. It's okay, though, he thinks. Wado likes her because Zoro likes her. Nami loses interest within a minute, complaining about the weight and the sudden realization of "you always have this thing in your mouth" which makes her want to give her back. But she stares at her for a whole minute. It isn't her thing, but her eyes spark when the sword is returned to Zoro. Trust. A smile. Thankfulness. Her bangs are getting a bit longer and one strand of hair gets in the middle of her teasing smirk. She says she prefers her clima-tact, but swords are fine, "I guess". "She's pretty" she says. Zoro thinks she is pretty. Nami. In a way he can't quite describe because he has never really been good at that. But she is. Like a blade. Sharp. But in the right hands this time for her not to cut the ones she loves anymore. She hands him a tangerine next, every time he lets her hold his sword. An exchange. "I give you something that matters. You give me something that matters". Zoro wants to say it's not the same, but the tangerine is sweet. Juicy. His fingers then smell strongly of citrus. Almost as similar as steel. If he can feel Nami's heartbeat in every bite, he wonders if she has been able to hear his in the hilt of his sword. Calm. Peaceful. Safe.

Zoro doesn't like seeing his swords in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.

But sometimes it does.

[powerfultenderness]

Okay like neighbor!König brainrot has me in a chokehold. And this just happened to me!

What if König's pipes burst in his apartment and he needs to shower for one reason or another. He knocks on his neighbors door, and now it's the neighbor's turn to be all in their own head making up fantasies and can't even look him in the eyes after.

I am so sorry this is so late. Sending Neighbor Reader the strength she needs after this.

Summary: König stops by to shower at your place and dreams ensue. Rated: Explicit (18+) Warnings: shower sex + a touch of angst Word Count: 3290

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hm? König?” You raised your voice enough to hear through the door, though it was still muffled by the mouthful of food you had. 

“Yes.” 

You were already almost at the door by the time he answered. He was pretty much the only person to stop by your flat, as you learned that the two of you were the only residents on this floor. 

“Wha-”

You stopped mid question, snapping your mouth shut as you were met with…a sight. Quite the sight. König’s bare chest. All wet and glistening. He had a towel hastily thrown over his head and across his face and another that he held slung low over his waist. Other than that, and the sandals on his feet, he was nude. Your eyes lingered on his muscled chest, jumping from scar to scar, following the trail of hair that led down and dipped under the towel.

He called your name (again?) and you shot your eyes back up to his face, or rather what you could see of it. He said something. Something. Something about your shower?

“Mmm…” You swallowed the food that was still in your mouth. “I, uh. Have a shower.” 

He titled his head, eyes scrunched up a little, and repeated a shortened version of what he just said. “yes. That’s why I’m here. May I borrow your shower for tonight?”

“Oh! Yea!” You stepped aside to let him in and motioned behind you, “it’s through my room.” You don’t know why you said that. He’d been over to your place enough times to know where the bathroom was. 

“Thank you. I’ll be quick.” 

“No, uhm, no problem.” You turned, your eyes tracking him as he moved through your flat, from the broad shoulders tapering down to a waist that begged to be held, to the small of his back.

Once he disappeared into your room you sighed. “What the fuck?” 

Not that you minded the insane amount of eye candy you just devoured, but, what the fuck? You closed the door (probably should have done that as soon as he was inside) and made your way back to the kitchen. It was there that you caught sight of the notice you threw up on the fridge as a reminder. Management said that they would be working on plumbing one floor up, and that there might be some minor interruptions with the plumbing on your floor. Your flat hadn't been affected, but König's must have! Maybe because he had that big flat… Lucky you (that your flat was unaffected, not that König came over naked and wet!). 

König said he'd be quick, but you had been so lost in thought that you couldn't say if he was or wasn't. He just appeared out of your room, a little drier than when he showed up, towel thrown over his face and the other around his waist. "Thank you. I'll shower at the base tomorrow if they don't fix the pipes by then."

"Oh it's no problem. What's a shower between friends?" You chuckled nervously and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. 

Your eyes slipped, just a little, drifting down to his bare shoulder. Back to his eyes. His eyes are a light blue and what skin that isn’t hidden by the towel around his head is stained with a light blush. Probably from the shower. 

“You can use my shower, uhm, until they fix the water.” You cleared your throat and looked back up, your eyes had drifted down his nude body again. “G’night.” 

He nodded and thanked you one more time before bidding you a good night and leaving.

-

What a long day! You sighed under the perfectly warmed water, your muscles relaxing as you washed away the day. You had just finished with your hair and reached for the bottle of body wash when the shower curtain suddenly opened.

You screeched, jumping back and thankful that your back hit the shower wall and caught you before you fell. “König!” You gasped, catching just a glimpse of his face, obscured by the water running down your face, before snapping your eyes closed and crossing your arms over your chest. “What the fuck?!”

“Ah, sorry, darling. You said I could shower here again.” He stepped into the shower with you, you heard him slide the shower curtain closed, and could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he crowded you in the small space. 

“But! That wasn’t- I didn’t mean-” You attempted to stutter out a response, your eyes still screwed shut.

You bit back a squeak when you felt his hands on your shoulders. 

“Turn around. You have soap in your eyes.” He gently turned you around so that you were facing the water.

Technically, it was shampoo, but how could you correct him when you couldn’t even breathe? You stood stock still, the water washing away the last remnants of your hair product and keeping the front of you warm, while König hovering behind you kept your back warm. 

He touched you again, his large hands landing on your shoulders and his thumbs rubbing circles into the back of your neck. “Relax, darling.” 

You whimpered as he massaged your neck and shoulders, biting your lip to both as you attempted to concentrate on relaxing and to keep the inappropriate sounds from escaping you. Eventually he hit a spot that had you sighing and leaning back against him, your head leaning back and away from the spray of the water, which was now cascading down your chest. 

König practically purred behind you. “You like that, my love?” 

Your eyes were closed, finally having given in to his wonderful hands, and sighed. “It’s nice.” 

He hummed, one of his hands sliding down your arm until it was no longer touching you. You barely noticed though, too warm and fuzzy, to think much of it. You didn’t even notice him bringing his hands together in front of you, squeezing a generous amount of your body wash into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, lathering the soap up first, then gently placed his hands on your stomach. You gasped, shocked out of your reverie, and looked down as he gently washed you.

 “Relax, love.” He cooed again, hands slipping from your stomach to your hips, slowly rubbing up and down your thighs then back up to your waist. 

You watched the soap wash away from his hands, gently dragging across your body. His hands were so big and hot. Or was that you? Your blood rushing because he was touching you? His hands stopped, spread against your stomach, and his thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles into your skin, as if he were testing how much of your body you were willing to let him touch. 

“König,” you whispered as you placed your hands on top of either of his, guiding his hands to your breasts. 

With soap slipping between his fingers, he gently squeezed and fondled your breasts, a low pleasurable hum in his chest the whole time. 

Your hands slid from his to rest on his wrists, water trailing down from your hands onto his forearms. So strong. You were practically putty in his hands, legs shaking too much to hold your own weight, but that didn’t matter because he was holding you, one of his hands dropping from your breasts to your waist and holding you up. 

“Come,” he gently guided you out from the stream of water, “let me get your back.” He turned you so that you were facing the shower wall and started to rub the suds that hadn’t washed away up your thighs, to your hips. You giggled when his hands tickled the small of your back, causing you to pull away from him and accidentally press the front of your body to the shower wall.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, one moving to land on your left shoulder while his other hand continued up your back. 

You dropped your forehead onto the wall, steadying yourself with one hand planted next to your face, and sighed. It felt like his hands were all over your body. You shivered from his touch, which he mistook as a shiver from the cold air and crowded you even more. He pressed his body to yours, his skin slick and warm, his cock hard and hot pressed against your backside. 

You gasped as he slipped a hand between your thighs, softly groping at your inner thigh then moving his hand to do the same to your other leg. You could feel the heat of his hand near your vulva, so close to where you actually wanted him to touch, but, given the little chuckle you heard over the water, he was purposely teasing you.

“König,” you whined as you dropped one hand to your clit, if he wasn’t going to touch you, then you’d have to do it yourself. 

He caught your hand though and placed it on his thigh, your hand flexing and gripping at his thick muscles. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled again.

You cried and buried your face in your arm, face burning despite the fact that König’s body had been shielding you from the water for some time now.

Though he teased you, he didn’t leave you wanting. His middle finger, so large and warm, gently started to circle your clit. You bit back a sigh as your mind started to cloud from pleasure, his other hand now groping at your breasts, pinching your nipples just to elicit little whimpers from you. 

His fingers dragged down to tease at your entrance, gathering slick before sliding back to your clit with an added finger. He repeated the motion a few times, drawing more whines out of you and rocking his hand in the direction your hips were rolling. You moaned, your lewd voice echoing through the shower, as he slipped one finger into you, the palm of his hand flat against your clit, rubbing back and forth. 

So thick. You pant as you continued to rock your hips into his hand. He adds another finger, stretching you even more and drawing another filthy moan from you. Your world was reduced to that shower. To the warmth flooding through your body, every lingering touch sending waves of pleasure, his hot breath and moans hitting the side of your face. 

Even if you had wanted to stifle your obscene moans, you couldn’t. Your mouth hung open as he continued to work your pussy and rut against your ass. Impatient, you rocked your hips back and rubbed your ass against his cock, causing both of you to moan. The sheer size of it had your pussy clenching around his fingers. So close. 

You squeezed your thighs around his hand as he leaned down to growl into your ear. “You want it, my love?” 

You nodded with a pathetic little, "Uh-Huh." 

He moaned and pulled you closer to him, you didn’t think that was possible, your feet dangling off the wet tile. You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy clenching and throbbing at the loss, as he maneuvered you so that your back was pressed to the wall. 

You leaned forward to rest your head against his chest, but he, surprisingly gently and patient, nudged your chin up. “I want to look at you when my cock fills you up.” 

He lined the head of his cock up to your entrance, already stretching you again, and gave a simple command. “Open your eyes.” 

-

“König,” you whined as you opened your eyes.

You blinked…darkness. Your room. And you were alone. 

“Ugh,” you sighed as you realized you had your blanket tucked between your legs, and that there was dampness in your panties. 

You sighed again, annoyed that your mind had woken you before the best part of the dream. There were only two things to do now, either go back to sleep (and hope that your dreams picked up where they stopped), or achieve your denied orgasm through masturbation.

You ended up choosing a bit of both, your favorite toy taking the spot of your bunched up blankets while you drifted off to dreams of König.

Your less than appropriate thoughts of your neighbor kept you up last night, resulting in you snoozing your alarm three times! You quickly rushed through your morning routine, and made sure not to forget the coffee, and headed out the door. You’d be able to make it just on time if-

“Good morning!” 

You jumped with a startled squeak, spilling coffee on you in the process. “Shit!” You yelled, more to yourself, as you peeled your shirt from your skin to save yourself from the hot liquid. 

When you turned around to see König at the top of the stairs, you were only a few steps down, his eyes were wide as quickly crossed the threshold to reach you. “Ah! I’m sorry, darling! I didn’t mean to startle you! Are you alright?” 

Just hearing his voice after last night had your heart racing and face heating up. But to have him see you like this? 

“I’m fine!” You half shouted, embarrassed to be caught with coffee spilling down your front, and raced back up to your flat. “Watch out for the coffee!” You warned him as you unlocked your door and slammed it shut behind you. 

You quickly changed and rushed back out, reminding yourself of the spilled coffee on the stairs so you didn’t slip. When you reached the stairs, gripping onto the handrail rather tightly, you took half a second of a confused pause. Dry?

“Darling, I’m sor-”

You jumped again, “stop doing that!” 

You didn't think much of it until later, of the way his eyes were so big or of the way he froze, like a predator turned prey. "I'm going to be late!" You gestured wildly behind you, meant to be a wave, as you raced to your car. 

König watched, breath caught in an all too tight chest and heart pounding nervously, as you ran away from him. It sent him all the way back to his youth, when he dared to approach the girl he had been crushing on and she ran away in fear. 

You were long gone by the time he came back to his senses. He scared you, which made you angry with him. Would you pull away from him now? He couldn’t have that.

-

His first drill instructor was ruthless, intimidating, terrifying even. König was just a teenager still, before he filled out, all lanky limbs. Back then he dreaded training. That was the last time he felt true fear. He'd faced death a number of times now. He wasn't scared of dying. He wasn't scared of getting hurt. Hell, he wasn't scared of the people that could hurt him. 

But this? This dread. It was the closest thing he felt to fear since he was that awkward kid who joined the military all those years ago. 

König sighed and checked his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time. Instead of the usual, safe, sniper hood, he wore a plain black neck gaiter pulled up to the bridge of his nose. With no hat or sunglasses to cover the rest of his face, he felt so exposed. His clothes didn’t help either. No tactical vest protecting him, no cargo pants with their pockets filled with weapons or tools. Not even comfortable athletic wear. No, he was wearing most of his wardrobe that consisted of his “nice” civilian clothing. A blue button down, of which he rolled up the sleeves because it felt like too much fabric around his forearms otherwise, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. 

There was a tiny gap between the edge of the neck gaiter and the second button, undone, that he kept fussing with. He buttoned and unbuttoned over and over, unbuttoned felt more comfortable, but he worried that it looked unkempt. He groaned and decided buttoned (no, unbuttoned!), and forced himself out of the bathroom. At this point he was just stalling and needed to get over it.

-

Fucking sad puppy dog eyes were haunting you all day. It was probably the way his hood exaggerated his pretty eyes that made it worse than it really was. There was no way König, who joined the military at seventeen, who was a colonel, now private military, was at all scared of you yelling about being late. 

Still…you sighed and typed out another text. “Hey, König, sorry about this morning. I was in a rush. How about I make dinner for you to make up for it?” 

You felt weird about apologizing by text, so you deleted that text too. 

New text. “Want to have dinner at my place?”

No. Maybe just, “dinner?” 

As your finger was hovering over the send button a knock at the door, less forceful than König’s usual knocks, drew your attention from the phone. “Huh?” 

You deleted the text, again, deciding to finish it when you weren’t distracted. 

A beautiful pop of pink and white caught your attention first. Flowers. A bouquet of soft pink roses interspersed among white daisies. You blinked, eyes quickly moving up and your breath catching in your throat. It was König, of course it was, who else dropped by for random night visits? But it was König like you’d never seen him before (and you’d seen him practically naked!). 

Heat flooded your face as you looked up at him, the bottom half of his face was still covered, but this different glimpse of him, of more of him, had you more than curious to see the rest of him. 

“I’m sorry.” He held the flowers out a little more and bowed his head.

“Uhm, what?” You squeaked, though reached for the flowers in any case. “Wh-why are you sorry?” 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you took the flowers and noticed the way his sleeves were rolled up. You’re really not sure why the sight of his muscular forearms sent a thrill through you, it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen his bare arms before! Oh! But, images of your dreams last night flashed through your mind and you had to force yourself to look up, face burning even more.

His eyes darted around you before settling on the flowers, “because you are mad at me.” He sounded so dejected that it just made you want to hug him.

“Oh!” You gasped, “König! No, I’m not. You mean, this morning, right?” 

His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he finally looked at you and nodded.

“Oh, no, König. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just going to be late for work. You didn’t do anything wrong!” 

You almost said it had nothing to do with him, but well, that wouldn’t be entirely true. Not that your horny dreams were his problem. 

“Oh.” König blinked, eyes darting around again and awkwardly shifted on his feet.

“But!” You looked down at the flowers and gently inhaled their sweet scent. “The flowers are really pretty. Can I keep them?” 

“Oh, yes! Of course, they are for you!” 

“Thank you, König.” You smiled and stepped back, only now realizing that you were essentially keeping him in the hall. “By the way,” your eyes slowly dragged down his form for a moment before you looked back up, “you look very handsome.” 

You caught a peek of the blush that colored his face, his whole face apparently, as his eyes once again started to dart around nervously. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” 

“Yes.” 

[Neighbor König masterlist]

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[soni-dragon]

a little something that’s going to stay super sketchy, enjoy :’)

audio source link in reblogs!

[fisherrprince]

oh so alisaie’s exaggerated bully behavior is 80% fanon. saying this she casually picks up a large rock

[iridescentis]

is it just me or is this song kind of perfect for Constance?

I think it's a really cool way of seeing her snap after spending so long catering to Ocean and trying to please her constantly, like she's finally admitting the toll that pretending and keeping up the agreeable always cheerful facade had on her and the resentment towards Ocean that came from that

And that top line? How she didn't tell Ocean about the guy in the porta potty and never intended to? It works so well and it's devastating

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

YOUR, YOUR TAG ABOUT GOD READER WITH FOUL LEGACY, READ IT AND ALMOST LEAPED IUT IF MY CHAIR. OH MY GODD GOING BONKERS, ABSOLUTELY BONKSRS RN

Reader who can’t touch Foul Legacy, searing pain shooting up their body if they even so much as bump into FL,,,Thinking about if they met Ajax first, confused why he would have small burns and cuts near wherever you would touch him, unaware it’s from his connections to the Abyss.

First time you saw Foul Legacy you wanted to cradle his face, gently press his forehead to yours, and you tried! Oh you tried so hard, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you hold Foul Legacy’s face, biting your tongue in an attempt to mask the burning pain shooting down your arms, Foul Legacy trying so hard to leave your grasp, not wanting to hurt you.

OUGHHH YOUR TAGS FUEL MY BRAIN

[📺]

EXCELLENT MY PLAN WORKED >:D /lh

even better if Ajax can't touch you, and you can't touch Foul Legacy. like Rex Lapis, you enjoy taking a human form to stroll around Liyue Harbor, being one of the few gods who view mortals as equals. you meet Ajax on one of these walks and become close, both of you eagerly waiting for the hour or so he gets after work each day so you can spend it together... although, for some odd reason, he can't touch you. his skin reacts harshly when met with yours, blistering and burning a bit, so you're both careful to touch each other as little as possible- but that's alright! you're perfectly content to simply sit next to each other on a bench and chat about everything and nothing

then you encounter Foul Legacy, and suddenly everything makes sense. as a Celestial deity, you're supposed to kill any Abyss creatures you come across- but you've always been a softhearted god, so when you see him collapsed in a field you immediately rush to help. but your eyes widen when you get closer, familiarity washing over you as the Abyss creature stares up, whining softly and curling in on himself. you simply smile, reaching to hold your Ajax's masked cheeks

pain sears your fingertips as they brush against his face and you draw back in alarm. Foul Legacy yelps as you jerk away, trying to nuzzle closer until he sees the blood dripping from your hand, the skin there completely melted and burned, and he balks in horror. he cries out sharply and hunches over in shame- of course this would happen, he's from the Abyss and you're from Celestia, how could he be so foolish? but then he feels your arms wrap around him, squeezing him gently, comforting him, and he wants to cry, attempting to struggle out of your grip. it's been so long since he was held like he was something precious, so eventually he weakens and just allows you to hug him, holding him tightly despite the awful pain that burns your flesh

the next time Ajax sees you, your hands are covered in bandages

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF TUCHANKA: TURIAN PLATOON

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Lt. Tarquin Victus With: Lt. Steve Cortez and The Ninth Turian Platoon Decisions like these weigh heavy on me- when I was a General, I could pass them up the chain of command. But now? I'm all I've got. I'm beginning to understand why leaders so often seem lonely... Worst case scenarios aren't just theories- they're what you'll be dealing with five minutes from now. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

short hair 13 but in a way that makes it clear shes doing this manually. regenerates with longer hair, wakes up on the sinclairs sofa and after nuking ryans phone goes "come on lets catch an alien! no hang on" and then shes like "grace do you have scissors" "yeah here but wh-" already has choppily cut off half her hair

at the end at the funeral it looks like someone (we dont know who) (it was yaz) tried to tidy it up a bit to make her look presentable. then it's short for the rest of s11 and s12 until revolution where it's like past her shoulders. then flux until the end it's short again

[somecunttookmyurl]

so i'm on penicillin for my slightly infected tooth (again) and they have once again prescribed 4x a day like. fuck me. am i the only person on earth who realises how awkward that is i know i have adhd so time management whomst and all but like

"no food 1h before or after taking"

four times a day

@ prescribers: sit with that for a minute would ya. just give it a wee think through. roll it around the old noggin. and then prescribe it 3x daily instead please god

[icewindandboringhorror]

........creachure

[izzyspussy]

i think a lot of people have never been in a truly desperate situation but think they have, and this causes them to pass really harsh judgment on people who made bad choices when either irrational or having no good choices to pick instead, and i really wish people could get some fucking self-perception and work on their compassion skills and not fucking do that as much anymore

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

Some meme redraws of my OC & (some of) the Ninja <3

[moe-broey]

Why did I start like three other projects when I was already working on a big project when I just got hit with the autism exhaustion beam (requires. At least One Full Day just dead in bed, and then some more Taking It Easy time after)

[vitiateoriginator]

I faked being sick to go home early from work yesterday (mental health was not letting me act nerotypical enough to function for retail), and today I think I actually am sick 😳

[cesium-sheep]

oh dang I just realized that the price I suggested for the unicorn, if they give it to me, should be enough combined with my allowance left for this week to buy the princess peach game instead of waiting until I get more allowance next week.

[serabellyms]

spotify starter #77: cradle to the grave - five finger death punch     ⤷ @altosk ✧ raven.

It seemed malakhim were still surprised when she addressed them; she, of course, could tell they were just that, one of the many benefits of her pact with Bienfu. That, and, well... they often didn't quite blend in as well as they seemed to think.

So, when the infamous question was asked---"You can see me?"--she couldn't help but respond with a flourish and a pose, her smile mischievous as ever. "Why, of course I can," she stated boldly, one hand resting upon her hip. "For I am the great, the illustrious, the powerful..."

"Mazhigigika Miludin do Din Nolurun Dou! But you can call me Magilou." She let the name hang in the air, letting it sink in as she offered a wink, along with the faintest of sparkles from her fingertips, like the tiniest of fireworks to introduce herself. What good was an epic introduction without a little flourish, after all?

"I've been called all kinds of things; a monster, a demon---a fake!" Dramatically, she flourished a hand, like it was the most absurd accusation anyone could have ever made of her. "A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave." Of course, she quickly followed it up with a shrug; it wasn't like she cared any longer about that sort of thing. People could think what they want; Magilou was... Magilou.

Of course, keeping a low profile had been the preference as of late. Since leaving the Abbey, she was certain Melchior was on the lookout for her, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with him. She'd been... putting out feelers, to say the least. She'd been trying to determine what his next plans were; she'd heard he was communicating with Artorius, who was living in Aball, but she didn't dare get anywhere near there.

Not after what happened nearly six years ago.

"Now, my dear malak---what brings you to these parts?"