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miekasa · 3 years

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M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

#anonymous #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #he is... my BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#MY FUCKEN BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!! MY BABEYYYYYYYYYYY #eren fluff #eren smut

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watermelonsugawara · 4 years

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Leave Your Mark

❥ warnings: nsfw; needles (tattooing), pain kink is that what u call it? LMFAO IDK, semi public sex???, handjob, fellatio, slight edging, face sitting, fingering, mild dacryphilia woops, unprotected sex, creampie

❥ characters: iwaizumi x tattoo artist!fem!reader

❥ a/n: so i had this idea and it was originally meant to be ukai x reader ,,,, BUT ive never written about iwa yet SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i thought it was his time to fuckin SHINE

ALSO i half assed my editing so dont bully me <///3

❥ summary: you’ve given countless thigh tattoos to clients before, but this specific client had a particular liking towards pain.

wc: dude idek like 3k+ ?? JFJSJDJDH

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The familiar chime of the tattoo parlor doorbell caught your attention as you finished cleaning your needles. You were the one closing up shop, so you knew that there’s only one reason for the ringing of the door, your last client of the day.

You’d seen him in the shop before, but he had gotten a tattoo from one of your coworkers. Nevertheless, he caught your eye even for the short moments you saw him passing through the shop. He was undeniably attractive, so it was even better to see him up close when he discussed tattoo details with you in previous meetings.

“Nice to see you again, Iwaizumi,” you said as you sauntered behind the counter. He nodded in greeting as you shuffled through a binder to find the tattoo you designed for him. A dragon, surrounded by cherry blossom flowers. It was a pain in the ass to draw but you were enthralled to put the art somewhere permanently.

Iwaizumi leaned forward against the glass counter to get a better admire your work. His shirt wrapped tightly around his biceps just right, the thin material giving subtle hints to his toned shoulders and chest underneath. Always so handsome upclose.

“You ready?” You smiled at him, motioning him towards the tiny nook of your tattooing station.

“Yep, I’m very excited,” Iwaizumi grinned back. Unbeknownst to you, the actual tattoo was only half the fun for him.

As you finished gathering your supplies, Iwaizumi stepped out of his jeans and lied down on the leather bench. You kept your routine speech short as the dark-haired man relaxed into the cool black material, knowing you’d have to review aftercare with him at the end of the session anyways.

Everything went like clockwork— shaving, sanitizing, tracing. The tattoo was centered on his right thigh, and you couldn’t help but notice how thick his thighs were as you traced the image. The occasional flex of his muscles under your touches only added to the curiosity swirling in your mind. Probably a strict workout regime, played a sport or two in high school.

Your silent admiration for his body was short-lived as you zeroed your focus towards what would be the next few hours of work. Your foot prodded at the pedal, the subtle buzz of the machine overlapping with the music playing through the shop, with the occasional small talk sprinkled in.

It’s fine. Slight fidgeting is fine; you learned how to adjust to it after your years in the tattooing business. After all, it is a bunch of needles repeatedly piercing into the skin, what other reaction would you expect? However, Iwaizumi’s restlessness was constant, his breathing erractic, even when you’d pause to wipe the excess ink trailing on his skin. Every touch seemed to make his breath hitch and the muscle of his thigh become rigid. Occasional flexing became frequent fidgeting, to the point where even at your skill level, you didn’t want your work ruined by a slip of the hand.

“Are you sure you’re doin’ okay?” You asked as you lifted the tattooing gun off of his skin. You looked up at him, your concerned voice laced with a hint of frustration. “We can take a break if it’s hurting you too m-”

“No it’s fine, you can keep going,” Iwaizumi cut off your thoughts, his slightly choked out response catching you by surprise. He sounded out of breath, and his cheeks were flushed a deep shade.

Throughout the entire session up to this point, you had been mentally racking through the rolodex in your brain of common reactions to getting a tattoo — general nervousness, fear of needles, fear of pain. But this... seemed different. Could it be arousal? You couldn’t even be sure. And even if it was that, this surely is new territory for you.

Iwaizumi looked back at you for just a moment, but there was a dark glimmer in his eyes that was impossible to miss. Mixed with the blushing cheeks and shallow breathing, the gears finally began to move in your brain, and he knew it. His eyes screwed shut, hoping you’d hear his silent pleas to just continue with the session.

It felt so wrong to be right. There’s still a chance, though, that you jumped to conclusions too quickly, overanalyzed the look in his eyes. Yet you couldn’t even stop tourself as your eyes trailed down to the tent straining against his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight, the heather gray fabric outlining his cock deliciously.

You definitely shouldn’t have stared for as long as you did.

What the fuck has gotten into you? You knew this was wrong, that you were a professional, and most importantly, you sure as hell weren’t proud of the feeling this was giving you. Your brain was telling you to stop, but the growing wet spot in your panties brought along a much more exciting version of how this night would end. You lifted your foot off the pedal, the buzzing of your machine coming to an abrupt stop and placing on the rolling tray beside you.

“I think you do need a break,” you said nonchalantly, peeling your black latex gloves off of your hands. You waited for a response, a sign of life in the man laid on the bench in front of you, keen on getting an answer from him even though you knew you’d never get it. All you got in return was a dumbfounded expression painted across Iwaizumi’s face.

The piercing of the needles that would otherwise make people nervous actually excited Iwaizumi, the adrenaline coursing through his veins from the pressure. It was something about the controlled pain, the sharp stung along his sensitive skin that had his blood rushing straight to his cock. But he was usually pretty good about keeping his composure while getting tattoos from other artists. This time was different though— a shoulder or back tattoo was much less intimate than this one, your pretty face just mere inches away from his dick.

“[Y/N],” he whispered, slightly surprised that he was even able to utter your name. He held his breath, partially to preserve whatever air you didn’t knock out of his lungs from your previous words, partially out of anticipation for your next ones.

“Let me help you. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” you smirked, your eyes flickering briefly at his unfinished tattoo on his thigh and back up to his face. “Do you want me to help you?”

You looked up at him with such soft eyes, while you both knew damn well that innocence was not in the cards tonight.

He nodded as he propped himself up on his forearms, and watching your hands ghosted over his cock. You lightly squeezed as you ran your hand up and down his length, smirking as Iwaizumi’s precum created a dark spot on his underwear.

He lifted his hips and you obliged to his request without even needing to hear it. You hooked your fingers on the elastic of his underwear, pulling down to free his throbbing cock.

Fuck, he was big.

You climbed onto the bench with him, straddling his legs. His cock was heavy in your hand, your fingertips barely touching as you wrapped your small hand around the base. You licked a long stripe up from Iwaizumi’s balls to the tip of his cock, your hot tongue making him clench his jaw, biting back a groan. You flicked your wrist, letting Iwaizumi’s cock hit your tongue, the lewd slapping noises making him whimper. You swirled your tongue along the head of his cock before taking his length into your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your hands. It felt like your jaw was going to snap from trying to fit his fat cock into your mouth.

Your hands were so small, your mouth was so soft and wet; it was such a stark difference from the intense prick of the needles on his skin just moments ago. It made Iwaizumi’s cock twitch knowing you could bring him so much pain and pleasure simultaneously.

“Fuck yes, just like that, [Y/N], fuck,” Iwaizumi groaned, watching your pretty plump lips wrap around his shaft.

You shallowly bobbed your head before coming all the way down to try and take his entire cock into your mouth. The sudden jolt of pleasure of you gagging made Iwaizumi buck his hips, pushing his cock farther down your throat than you thought you could even take it. Your lips reached the base of his cock, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

Iwaizumi repeatedly rammed his hips upwards, eager to feel you gag around his cock again. Tears were falling freely down your face, blurring your vision as you desparately gasped for air. Fuck, he was already so close.

However, as much as Iwaizumi wanted to shoot his hot load down your throat, he knew he wanted you to come all over his face even more. A soft tap on your shoulder had you quickly pulling away from Iwaizumi, coughing and catching your breath as you sat upright. You got up to remove your jeans and underwear as he removed his own shirt. Iwaizumi’s large hands immediately found purchase on your ass when you straddled him again.

“Sit on my face, please pretty girl,” Iwaizumi groaned, his hands still kneading the soft flesh of your hips and ass. He laid back against the bench once more, his eyes fixated on your pussy above him. You sat down, his tongue immediately flat against your folds to taste your juices. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and drawing circles with his tongue, before pushing his tongue into your tight hole.

It was damn near impossible to keep yourself upright, Iwaizumi’s hot tongue pushing into you, his hands roaming all over your body, pushing your bra and shirt away to grab your breasts. You ripped off the remainder of your clothes as he rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingertips.

“Yes yes yes, Iwa, fuuuuck,” you whined, carding your fingers through his hair. The apex of his nose brushed against your clit and you rolled your hips against him, the vibrations of his moans against your cunt sending you over the edge.

Your thighs clamped around Iwaizumi’s head as you let out one last choked out moan, your spongy walls clenching around his tongue as you came.

You moved back to kneel above Iwaizumi’s hips, the fluorescent lights of the shop highlighting your juices all over his face.

“You still haven’t helped me out yet, [Y/N],” Iwaizumi smirked, stroking his cock. His other hand reached down to your cunt, pushing a finger into your sensitive hole. You sucked in a sharp breath as you barely came down from your first high, but before you could retort, Iwaizumi cut you off.

“You’re gonna need the prep, baby.” Although his voice was playful, you knew he meant it wholeheartedly, as you were reminded of the thick girth of his cock by the subtle ache of your jaw. Iwaizumi plunged another finger into you, making your thighs tremble.

You looked so fucking beautiful above him. Mascara running down your cheeks, mouth hanging open, moans echoing through the empty shop. He just couldn’t wait to stuff your tight little cunt full of his fat cock.

Iwaizumi pulled his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, spitting on his hand and pumping his length a few times as you caught your breath. He teased the swollen tip of his cock at your hole, groaning at how tight you were as you began to sink down around him.

You’ve never been stretched out like this before, hot tears resurfacing at the corners of your eyes. You gripped his broad shoulders to steady yourself, your nails digging into his soft skin. You let out a shaky sigh as your ass met his hips, nearly coming already from how his huge cock filled up every inch of your pussy.

He sat up, steadying himself with one hand behind him and the other at the back of your head, pulling you in to mold his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He moaned into the kiss as he felt you move your hips, slowly bouncing on his cock.

“[Y/N], baby, you’re so fucking-hnggg- tight,” Iwaizumi groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanning across your face. You started to bounce on his cock at a faster pace, and with every loud slap of skin on skin, his cock brushed against the spongy spot inside of you, making you clench even more around his hard shaft.

You couldn’t even control all the moans falling from your lips, Iwaizumi’s cock now relentlessly hitting your g-spot as he rutted his hips up into you. Your cunt was sucking him in, feeling every vein on his cock drag along your tight walls.

As your mouth hung open, Iwaizumi pushed two fingers in and you wrapped your lips around them, eliciting another groan from him. He pulled his fingers out to bring them down to your aching clit, his rough fingertips rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Iwaizumi thought you couldn’t get any fucking tighter but as he toyed with your clit, your cunt spasmed around him even more.

“Iwa please-” you cried out, feeling another orgasm creep up in the pit of your stomach.

“Milk my cock while you cum for me baby, c’mon,” Iwaizumi groaned, your erratic clenching bringing him closer to his own release.

With one final thrust into you, you came with Iwaizumi’s cock bottomed out inside of you, thick ropes of cum painting your cunt white. You both cried out for the other as you rode out your highs, your hands scratching red lines into his back.

You crawled off of Iwaizumi’s lap, his cum still leaking out of your pussy and onto the black leather of the bench.

“So,” Iwaizumi sighed, catching his breath but eager enough to not miss a beat, “When’s our next session?”

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langst-wins · 6 years

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the last thing i'm gonna say about voltron, unintentional queerbaiting, and major s8 plotholes, and then imma shut up and let y'all be free from my long bitch ass s8 posts so we can get back to regularly scheduled klance fanfics & fanarts

yes, they queerbaited us with shiro as rep. not in the sense that he wasn't queer but in the sense that they hyped us up for his relationship with adam, made us think we were gonna see an adashi reunion, and we ended up getting like 90 seconds top of LGBT content over the entire series.

no, I highly doubt they did it intentionally. yes, they did admit they fucked up and apologized several times. yes, I appreciate the apology and I understand that they're human beings and people make mistakes and overlook things sometimes. like they said, they never meant to make anyone feel baited. they really thought they were going to get a good response. lauren called voltron a "learning experience" in the open letter to the fandom after s7. I think she meant learning experience in general ofc but I think she also meant they've learned how to and how not to do LGBT rep in a show.

but I will absolutely be taking any promises of LGBT rep from lm and jds with a grain of salt. i will absolutely be watching their future works from afar and not getting myself too invested until the series ends and I can watch it as a whole while knowing what to expect.

I dont think they MEANT harm but y'all...they fucked up. they know it, and they apologized. it shows maturity that they apologized in that open letter after s7 and at the final nycc panel, and again, I appreciate that.

but I would rather they have not said anything about LGBT rep, ever, and just let gay shiro be a nice surprise. then, the minimal rep we received would have been wonderful and a nice warm surprise instead of a huge disappointment. it was only a disappointment because it didn't live up to the hype they made for it. and I know the hype was partially due to marketing they had no control over, but it was absolutely partially them, too.

they didn't promise LGBT content in LoK and canon korrassami ended up being a nice surprise even though it was minimal. that was how they SHOULD have done shiro's sexuality if they knew it was going to be a small thing. I would rather they have kept their lips zipped about LGBT, not announced gay shiro ahead of time, and just it be what it was when seasons 7 and 8 came out.

again, I dont think the bait was intentional, but it was bait all the same.

you are not crazy or too sensitive if your feelings are hurt/you feel baited by this show. you are not a shitty person if you just dont trust them right now. dont let people tell you otherwise. it's okay to take a step back from their work and wait to see how their next show plays out before you get involved.

i really do love voltron, even though s8 was confusing af, seasons 1-7 were LIT. I enjoy bits and pieces of s8 but mostly it was a let down. not only because of rep, just because a lot of things didn't make sense to me and a lot of the problem solving just felt way too convenient.

like I feel like every conflict in the plot was resolved way too easily and/or in ways that didnt make sense. and I feel like most of the characters' futures in the credits didnt really match up to those characters personalities. specifically lance, hunk, and keith.

lance staying on earth with his family, spreading allura's message to carry on her legacy? makes perfect sense, valid af. lance becoming a farmer? not so much. I feel like he would have been better suited as teaching classes as a pilot instructor at the garrison or smth similar. altean lance still gave me whiplash and left me confused af but he looks so damn 👌👌👀👀🙌🙌😭 with his cute ass altean marks that I'm just gonna let that one go for the sake of aesthetic.

hunk becoming a chef? not ooc necessarily but I feel like he would have been better suited as a diplomat. y'know. ambassador to earth sort of thing.

keith aiding in recovery efforts and being a humanitarian (...alien-itarian...? idk). okay let's be real we all knew this edgy boi has a soft ass heart. I think hes just mature enough now to let his walls come down and not be afraid of caring ig. which is sweet and nice and all. but I feel like he wouldnt...JUST be doing that. like he would still want the battle and the adrenaline and the badass mf fight sequences. that's kinda his Thing.

shiro marrying a rando? I would have preferred adam to not die and them end up getting back together once shiro returned to earth. i just feel like there was no reason to kill off adam? shiro has already suffered so much, what was the point? but i'm not gonna hate on curtis bc we dont know jackshit about him and for all we know he could be a bombass dude. shiro looked happy tho and it's better than him being forever alone so I can hesitantly accept that ig. but on one condition and one condition only: their ship name must be shirts. if their ship name is not shirts then I dont want it

allura's death was pointless. i havent seen anyone disagree with this one so far. her life was full of suffering and then she died. like can we all just agree she was done dirty and it was entirely unnecessary.

dont come @ me with "you just dont like s8 bc your ship wasnt canon"

that's not it at all.

they could have made this season so amazing and still not have made klance canon. they could have left me disappointed in no klance but still happy because the finale made my heart go dynamite BOOM. I could have ended the last episode with no canon klance and still been smiling because the plot was bitchin' and the characters were all alive and happy.

but they didnt, so I wasnt. it just...wasnt a good season. it had good aspects, yes, but as a whole? meh.

season 8 was poorly handled. it really was. it had so much potential to end with EVERY character having a positive ending and still have an actual satisfying conclusion to the war. I know they wanted to show how heavy and serious and heartbreaking the war actually was, but you can make an emotional, heavy finale without killing off a main character and leaving her main character love interest lonely and grieving. like im sorry killing allura and leaving lance sad and lonely was not necessary at all to the plot it just flat out wasnt. they did those characters dirty and they did allurance shippers even dirtier.

allurancers cheered seeing their ship canon then had it ripped out from under them and my heart honestly grieves worse for my allurance and allura stan fam than my klance fam. they did y'all so wrong and i'm sorry it had to go down like that.

sheith shippers got fucked over when all that development and relationship and growth culminated into basically nothing in the final season. like as a broganes stan even i was taken aback by the sudden radio silence between them so I cant imagine how let down actual sheith shippers feel.

us adashi shippers? obvious. adam's death was not necessary. and dont tell me it was to show the heaviness and realness of death in war because vld does NOT have a track record of dead characters staying dead. they could have at least gave us some mild development with shirts (lmfao im so sorry but shirts) and let us see more of curtis as a character. like...literally just two 60 second scenes would have been nice. they could have easily fit that in.

us klancers got fucked over by unnecessary parallels to canon ships. they could have made it a cute platonic friendship in s8 and let us enjoy it and proceed to enjoy fanon klance without all those blatant parallels to shay/hunk that just left us confused. and the parallels in earlier seasons. like why did you have to make so many parallels to romantic moments and romantic tropes if it was platonic. why did you have to go and do that. what was the point.

s8 could have ended in such a way that shippers of every ship in the fandom were satisfied with the finale because their faves were treated right and the plot was fire. it had so much potential in the first half and could have been so damn good.

it wasnt though. the entire thing was so confusing and nothing about it felt like vld. It feels like a spin off or a reboot. I dont like s8 as a whole and I doubt I ever will. it might grow on me in time but I'll never fully like it, y'know. everything about it felt so tilted and off and just wrong.

but it really just be like that sometimes ig.

#i wont be responding to comments on this #feel free to send an ask w your thoughts #but no promise i'll answer it #klance #voltron #sheith #allurance #adashi #vld

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candymayvary · 6 years

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How do you think Castiel will act around Candy ??? Can’t lie this is stressing me out. We can’t have two sarcastic boys ....I’m so afraid

Okay like, obviously I want him to... idk. Be surprised? Pleasantly surprised and like awkwardly warm, trying to test the waters a bit. And have his ep40 development lmfao and okay. I’m dreaming a lot here. If he’s a little cocky I’m not gonna say no, but I don’t want him to like. Rebuff her immediately and completely? I honestly don’t know how I’m going to be if Castiel... just... idk. Acts the way Nathaniel did towards a Candy who chose him as her HS boyfriend. I’ve seen the caps and stuff........ and it’s kinda heartbreaking on some level honestly. I mean this entire fucking game breaks my heart right now and I just. SIGHS

ANYWAY a scenario (again, another version ig i’ve written a lot of these i’ve noticed lololol) under the cut:

If Castiel had a dollar for every time he may have thought some girl in the crowd was her, he was sure he’d make more money than he would singing. Lots of girls resembled her in some way, be it the shape of their eyes, or the curve of their smiles. How they’d wear their hair, or the way they’d simply stand as they checked their phones. Backstage, up close, Castiel would see the differences immediately, and just have to close himself up a little more.

Kind of wished he’d give up, too, but that hadn’t happened in four years, and it wasn’t going to happen now.

So as he stands at the edge of the stage, bellowing the last note to a crowd that sings it straight back, he does a double take. Of course there’s the checklist, that goes off in his head (eyes, hair, mouth, nose, that little beauty spot under her eye), generic and well intentioned, really. Kept her alive in his mind, sure, the muse behind the songs. But as Castiel turns back once more, third time being the charm, he knows.

This time it was real. No ghost haunting him, no slapping her face onto another girl who just happened to be the same height or wear the same top as the last one she posted online. Full technicolour, all three dimensions. Castiel almost forgot to breathe, had it not been for the guitar finally giving it’s last dying note, for the way they were ushered from the sides. How the crowd roared and moved and cried his name.

Castiel thought everyone should have been thankful he didn’t dive right into the crowd right at that moment. Show over or not, his adrenaline thought otherwise, as did the goosebumps rising on his skin. Just the thought of her set his teeth on edge, and not in a wholly bad way. Staring at the door back to the bar, Castiel had to wonder how much time he would’ve had to look before he was swamped. Either by security or fans, he wasn’t sure who was a safer bet, really.

Whatever. What-fucking-ever. If he ever wanted a diva moment, here it goddamn was.

She was out there, other side of the door. A sea of bodies separating them, but Castiel hadn’t felt that singleminded determination in a long time. He wasn’t going to spend too much time lingering on how it was because of her (because it always had when it came to her), so he leads the charge. Leads the band into the throng of people, smiling at the hands and the tears and how people fell to his feet.

Later, Castiel might’ve focused and cared.

Later, Castiel would’ve apologised to his agent for breaking the status quo, a beeline towards the back he’d been chasing since forever.

Later, Castiel wouldn’t find himself in front of her once more, watching how she sized him from the toes of his shoes to the tips of his hair. How her mouth formed a small ‘o’, colour in her cheeks, shine to her eyes.

Right now, Castiel could only smile, as she squared up, shoulders tight. How he could only say “hey, long time,” voice dipping into a range he knew she favoured, as if all on it’s own. Apprehension melted away from the both of them, as she took a step closer, with another half one to just bring them together again.

A hundred different ways Castiel had thought about her being at his concerts, in the crowd, hearing his songs. This was definitely the best one, because the dream had been realised, especially when she smiles with a “hey yourself” back.

Goddamn, he missed her so much.

#my candy love #mcl castiel #*replies #*my fic #ANOTHER ONE #THROWS CONFETTI #yah i just dont want to play home wrecker #nor do i want castiel to be a fuckign jackass #so u kno #IM STRESSING TOO BABE DONT WORRY #Anonymous

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urushibararuka · 6 years

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Alright so! under the cut: why I kinda stopped posting updates about my life on here & regarding my education:

To be frank I’ve mostly just been shitposting about my lie on twitter and I’ve been doing it in such a way that a lot of people would likely find it a bit difficult to understand if I’m being serious or not. Otherwise, I’ve been yelling about my life on the Supergiant Games unofficial discord, and I’ve felt that that’s been satisfactory in regards to me discussing life stuff with people. That community is absolutely wonderful and has restored my faith in fandom (alongside the TWRP fandom, of all fandoms)

So if u do wanna keep in touch with me I strongly suggest adding me on LINE because I miss using it and/or on discord because I use it a lot as a means of communication these days

Additionally, I haven’t been able to sit at my laptop for extended periods of times due to the shoulder and neck pain I’ve been dealing with for the past few years. It’s built up to a degree where the pain is now persistent through my day to day life, and it’s annoying, distracting, and, well, painful. I plan on getting this dealt with back at uni once again; I often fall asleep early these days so I forget to do the corrective exercises prescribed to me by my physio and that isn’t helping the issue either.

When it came to me signing up for my classes at the end of the summer of this year, I dreaded it. Dreaded it. I had walked out of the previous semester unbelievably depressed (have been diagnosed with severe depression since) right to the point where I was sitting in exams, staring at the paper in front of me, and not having the adrenaline, fear, excitement etc I usually need to write out what I needed to

And I was distracted the whole time

and so I barely wrote anything on these papers and spent most of the exam time idling.

That. Sucks. Big time. And the reason why I was depressed? A combination of me not having found part time work for a year (now going on a year and a half) and not being even remotely interested in what I was studying.

That also sucked because I thought I would at least find what I was studying interesting, not exciting per se, but interesting, and it really, really wasn’t.

And I chalk it down to me being too much of an airhead that is decent at writing but genuinely doesn’t care about most aspects of the business world save for the HR aspect. The first part is great if you wanna pursue work within the business world! But the second part... eh.

And, whilst their program for tourism looks fascinating, I would’ve had to sit through classes I was no good at, so that option was also out of the window.

Ultimately, I decided that a) I needed to stop doing a dual degree when I did not have the energy to, and b) I needed to do an arts/humanities degree.

So I had a few choices.

The arts (which has little to do with Actual Art itself and more so deals with stuff like,,,, philosophy,,,, and sociology and other still interesting topics)

Communications

Journalism.

Unfortunately my university sacrifices good arts programs in favour of cheaper fees and offering part-time study (which I kinda need) so. Yeah lmao

Whilst I was seriously considering doing an arts degree because then u can basically f*ck off and do Whatever The Hell You Want, I felt like a communications degree would’ve been better for me as it mayyy have offered more opportunities for me to enter the film and tv world, which I’ve been somewhat interested in as of late

But then I looked at the journalism program and. Well. I could do a minor in film and tv in there. And it’s probably the best degree of the three as it offers study overseas for a brief period of time, offers for internship as part of study, and the possibility of doing your own individualised project- so as long as u have a good enough GPA (which I certainly do not have at the moment, but hey. I could improve.)

So I decided to go with journalism for now. In the end, if I do end up disliking the degree, I could try out either communications or the arts! I just don’t like the idea of me totally giving up on tertiary education because I am somewhat academically minded, just easily distracted and very depressed, and I feel like I should use that to the best of my ability and use it as an opportunity to learn about the world around me.

Also I’m a lil apprehensive about what job opportunities could be available to me if I do finish my journalism degree because uh. My asshole distant cousin Rupert M*rdock runs his media outlets in a way I strongly disagree with but... that’s for the future lmfao

To end this long ass rant: I am going to go obtain a certificate in the responsible service of alcohol tomorrow night, at this time, and if it goes well I might go for my RS of gambling too! So yes hopefully that’ll all work out and aid me in getting a job

#I post #long as fucking mcfreaking ass post (long fucking post)

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nataliesewell · 7 years

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also asra/mc

i hope you don’t mind that i went with asra/sandhya (my apprentice) for this ask, since i want to talk 24/7 about them and mc’s personality could be… anything haha.

1. Who touches the other person’s cheek tenderly?

Asra! Sandhya isn’t the type who is openly physically affectionate, at least not until they’re well into their relationship and she feels comfortable enough to do it.

2. Who asks philosophical questions really late at night?

Sandhya asks the real philosophical questions. What is the meaning to life, what is the difference between good and evil, is there life after death. Asra just says weird shit like “if grass could speak, would it scream when we stepped on it?”

3. Who always says I love you before the other person leaves the house?

Asra, though it wouldn’t be literally “I love you” but an affectionate kiss and goodbye. Not that they never say I love you, just that they aren’t casual about it. The words carry a lot of weight for them.

4. Who kisses the inside of their partner’s wrist?

Asra! It makes Sandhya flustered every time, which is the main reason he does it.

5. What is a thoughtful gift they have gotten one another?

Asra buys Sandhya a book, since he knows she loves to read but doesn’t have many books because she’s a notorious penny-pincher. He thinks hard about what she’d like before picking one out, and of course she loves it. Sandhya knows Asra has a fondness for jewelry so she saves up and buys him something; I’m gonna headcanon that snake arm cuff Asra wears with his masquerade outfit is what she bought him. Her saving up money for something she would otherwise deem frivolous, for him, is really what touches Asra.

6. What would they do if they went on a date at a carnival?

They’d go on the slower rides on Sandhya’s insistence, play some games (Sandhya failing miserably, Asra winning some), and have delicious and unhealthy carnival food. The usual.

Later Asra will convince Sandhya to go on the faster rides, and she’ll be scared out of her mind and cursing him as they move up in the line until after the ride, when she’s on an adrenaline high. Asra will be smirking the entire time.

7. Who whispers sweet nothings into the other person’s ear?

Asra… is this even a surprise anymore lmfao. Sandhya’s reactions are too good, and also he just wants her to know how much he cares about her. He’s a sap.

8. What was the thing that made them fall for one another?

For Asra, it was a few things. Sandhya’s thirst for knowledge. She wants to travel and see the world, she wants to read books, she wants to learn as much as she can about magic. It’s something he connects with and understands deeply. She may be closed off at first, but after a period of time, she becomes open and lively. As corny as it is, he realizes how he feels for her when she’s in the middle of laughing at a joke he made.

Sandhya falls for Asra when she realizes how at ease she feels around him, and how he helped her open up without ever pressuring her into anything. He understands her boundaries and knows when to push and when not to. Not only that, but she’s so used to him it feels weird when he’s not by her side. Sandhya doesn’t want to be alone, not all the time. Not anymore.

9. Who likes to snuggle up to the other person when watching a movie?

Both of them, of course. Sandhya will start off by leaning her side against Asra, and depending on the type of movie and what time it is, Asra might Escalate things by resting his head in her lap.

10. Who proposes to the other person? And how do they propose?

I picture neither Asra nor Sandhya caring for marriage much. They know they love each other and that’s enough. But at some point, when they’re half-asleep in bed, Asra probably says something like, “Hey, wanna get married?” and Sandhya is just like “…yeah, sure, why not.”

In modern au, the benefits that come with being married really clinch it. Also later they’ll go to some fast food restaurant and stage a proposal so they can get free food.

#greywardenblue #otp: my favourite faded fantasy #bless ya for sending this in :*#also i swear asra is not sapiosexual sksdmks #maria answers #maria makes headcanons

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zell-dincht · 7 years

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Do the character thingy for Lorne!

I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS I swear. It’s just hard to do this stuff on mobile dhsvsvsvsv ok

Full name: Lorne Pruitt (in Prince story he’s born Lorne du Val tho)Gender and sexuality: Male/PansexualPronouns: He/himEthnicity/Species: Originally he was British lmfao but I’ve since dropped tbat. idk, depends on the setting, really. But in any universe, any world, he’s always human.Birthplace and Birth date: Shit I’m gonna have to pick a steady setting for this dude aren’t I ok uh. If we’re sticking with Prince story, he’d have been born in a small forest chateau, a country home owned by the royal family. …….I gave him an August 19 bday so I’d never forget it and never came up with a new one lmfao oops.Guilty pleasures: There’s absolutely nothing guilty about pleasure, he’d say, but… The boy is a power bottom he will never admit it unless he fully trusts someone, like, he’s got so much pride he’s always gonna top but in truth he loves taking it. And as much as he hates love and feelings or anything like that, he secretly adores the attention of being held, fingers through his hair, gentle scratching at the base of his neck, etc… He’ll never ask for it and always say cuddling is stupid, but when he’s showered with affection like that, he’ll take it.Phobias: Becoming weak and helplessWhat they would be famous for: Well, erm, being a Prince, I guess if we’re still going with that. He’d hate it though. It’s not like it’s some accomplishment that he achieved and he hates his family. He’d want to build his own fame, probably want to be a renown mercenary or something but really he’s just known for being this super handsome, super fashionable traveler, uhhhh probably like Gaston tbh. I mean he’s as full of himself as Gaston. In a real world setting, though, his dream is to be a famous model or something hahaWhat he would get arrested for: In Prince story, he’d be arrested simply for being royal. If the Queen can’t control him, she’d rather he be dead or rot in a dungeon. Otherwise he’d probably be arrested for some sort of disturbance. Getting too drunk and unruly in a bar, or having too much pride to step down from a bar fight.OC I ship him with: Other people’s OCs, it’s been Lorne/Stella with @zvart and it’s been such a unique pairing because she’s a tiny little pixie but because of that he’s never seen her as a conquest, and he let his guard down and she’s somehow his shoulder angel who makes him be better and it’s precious. And also of course Lorne/Davin now that @hipsterizzy has a precious ginger son. He’s this big burly guy who can just pin Lorne down and go to town and Lorne is super into that. As for myself, I don’t have many OCs, originally he had a boyfriend named Wesley, and in my Prince world there’s some things going on there but. My only OC that ever clicked and stuck around was Lorne!OC most likely to murder him: @ice-queen-weiss-schnee ’s FionaFavorite movie/book genre: He likes high adrenaline films, mostly action types. Some comedy, but it takes the right humor. He’s not much of a reader, but probably intrigued by the intricate fantasy worlds, something like Game of Thrones would fascinate him, but he finds LotR kind of dull.Least favorite movie/book cliche: Romance. It’s boring and stupid and it never makes any sense and he hates it.Talents and/or powers: Ah geez Lorne is a mess. He has a talent for… looking good? Seduction? Anyway in Prince world, he’s come to learn how to fight with a sword. It took much work and determination on his part, but he wanted it so badly and he’s become pretty decent at it. Maybe that in itself could be a “talent,” that he has a great inner strength and emotional fortitude. In superpower AUs he always has control of fire, similar to the Human Torch.Why someone might love him: I have no clue he has no redeeming qualities. Why do you fucks love my garbage son. Maybe. Uh, another character might like him because he’s extroverted and has a great joie de vivreWhy someone might hate him: For his personality. He’s selfish and hot-headed and a giant bratty pain in the ass.How he changes: He eventually breaks down his barriers to allow someone to get close to him, learns to think of someone else and not be so selfish. He’s come such a long way with Stella in our tabletop game in that regard. I plan for my Prince story, he’ll learn to fight for more than just money.Why I love him: As I said, he’s the only OC I’ve created that gas really stuck with me. He’s developed a lot over the years and he’s my special boy. I have such a soft spot for these deeply flawed characters and I’m such a sucker for the scoundrel with a heart of gold trope, or the unlovable beast finds love and all that. He’s just a cocky little bitch and I love himmmm.

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