#save me this man takes up too much of my brain 24/7

[clownaddict]

I understand if you don’t have time or energy to do it, but if you ever find a moment to write some of your buggy theories I would die of happiness

Oh boy I have so many and half of them barely makes any sense-

Putting this under a read more because Jesus-

First and foremost, I found a guy on either Instagram or Reddit(?) who had a theory about how the original user of the Chop-Chop fruit might have been responsible for the way the world of one piece looks like.

Everything is more or less split into smaller islands where the only large landmass to be seen is the red line. So their theory was that the original user of the chop-chop fruit had awakened their powers (being able to apply the logic of their powers onto other beings/things) and split the entire world into smaller pieces. For what purpose I do not know, but that the end of the series is going to have Buggy awaken as well, and bring everything back into “One piece”.

A second theory I had for a while is that Buggy is the son of Big Mom, but was for some reason adopted by the Roger Pirates instead. It’s not unusual for Big Mom to abandon/kill her kids so it wouldn’t surprise me, considering how there is a large amount of her children who has not only a circus/carnival theme, but also big insecurities about their appearance. (Katakuris mouth, Brûlées scars and Puddings third eye). With the introduction of the whole “population culling” that was introduced in the latest chapter, it made me wonder if there really might have been a so called “red nose tribe” or something of the sorts and Big Mom having a kid from that race before they were entirely wiped out since she likes to collect people.

Third is pretty simple: Buggy has haki, really good fucking haki to be honest, but he doesn’t know about it and uses it instinctively. There are many instances in both the manga and anime (and now also live action) where he really should have gotten hit or hurt but splits before anything can actually happen to him. For example: when he was chased by a bluegori in impeldown he managed to perfectly dodge every punch despite not looking at where it was going to swing, when he was shot at by Kizaru he managed to turn his head at the exact right moment and avoided it, surviving being sliced up by Yoru despite it being a haki coated blade and so on and so forth-

Now that might be chalked up to just being comic relief and that’s just why I have this theory. Buggy IS comic relief, but so is Luffy. The whole story of one piece centers around laughter, hell- the last island is called “Laugh-Tale” so why wouldn’t a comic relief actually be one of the strongest?

Welp- I don’t know if I managed to relay my theories well enough here since my thoughts are a bit jumbled atm and I’m also typing this out on my phone but I hope they made some sense at least. Hope you found my ramblings a bit interesting anyway, the more people who get into this cringefail clown the better <3

[imagine-shenanigans]

Hands on my knees.

Now I'm thinking of an au because of the nasty coworker soap hidden camera thing. AU where some prick you slept with left a hidden camera in your apartment for a live stream on the dark web (shut up i know its cliche let me live) and its a 24/7 stream of your bedroom with audio.

And one of the boys is a frequent viewer, watches a stupid amount of the time they're on leave. Eats dinner while watching their favorite show, etc etc.

(Dark stuff and NSFW ahead warning.)

Soap is the one who is the most impulsive about it. He's the one who feels guilty about it until he covers his own hand in his cum while watching you play a game on your phone. It's an insatiable need at this point. Can't cum without thinking of the bonnie little thing on his computer screen. You said the word Soap out loud once while talking to a friend on the phone or going through a list and he came so hard he saw stars. Went back and clipped the audio, he has it saved on his phone with other words, just so he can hear you say his callsign. He feels just a little guilty after he cums to you doing stretches.

But that's the allure of it, the taboo, knowing he's a fucking freak but doing it anyway. And god does he love it. Honestly the guilt fades REALLY quickly when he realizes how long the camera has been there, bordering on months. Such a poor thing you are, so vulnerable, so sweet. You just need someone to protect you from the nasty men in this world. Need someone even nastier to do it.

He makes the impulsive decision to go to the pub you mention on the phone with a friend. He waits until you're just a little drunk and "accidentally" bumps into you. Makes himself as charming as possible, smiles and laughs with you, until youre bringing him into your home. He positions you just right so the camera can see (he's recording the stream at home) and makes you as loud as possible, tongue laving over your inner thighs, leaving searing bites anywhere he can reach like he's claiming you.

(He is.)

He makes sure the camera gets a perfect shot of him cumming inside of you without protection. Hooks his fingers into your mouth so you can't stop the sounds you're making. He licks the drool from your chin and up into your mouth. Spends hours making you cum your brains out when he's not using you, well past the point of overstimulation by the time he settles, leaving you a hiccupping and sobbing mess as he rubs soothing cream over you, cuddling you to his chest so that this time, the camera can't see you at all.

He gives a peace sign to the camera after you fall asleep, and says "Alright ye bloody animals, shows over." before breaking the thing. Shoves it in the middle of your kitchen garbage before washing his hands and crawling back into bed with you. He sets up a new camera by the next morning, this one just for himself.

(and, if he releases clips of you two fucking online, that's between him and the rest of the god forsaken fucks on there.)

//

Price is shameless about watching you.

He knows he's going to hell, what's one more sin along the way? He indulges himself far more than any of the others. The silence gets to him when he's on leave, and what better way to fill it than with a pretty/handsome thing going about their life? He spends pretty much every waking and sleeping minute with his laptop open to your feed, watching you go about your day. It's mostly mundane, really, sick in nature but not a sexual thing for the most part. Of course, he gives his cock slow, languid strokes when he watches your hips eagerly buck into the vibrating toy you're using, whimpers falling from your pretty lips that John just wants to swallow whole. Too impatient for your own good, you need to be held down and edged for a good hour.

It's that thought that sends him spiraling.

How much better oof you'd be if you just had him to take care of you. Such a shame a nasty, terrible man put a camera in your room - he'll fix that.

He ends up moving into the flat/house next to yours when it mysteriously comes available. He really wants a cute little spouse to come home to - really wants to sit them on his cock until theyre crying and begging him to move. (And if he can get them to call him daddy, well, wouldn't that be a sight?)

He takes the longest out of all the boys, ends up being the model neighbor, coaxes you out like a feral little animal until you're spending more time in his place than your own. He hates that so many people (mainly men, his main issue is the men) can see you at any given time. Can take what should be his. So he waits until you're out for work one day and he uses the spare key you gave him (so trustingly, honey you shouldn't give things to strange men like him. He'll bend you over his knee until you learn your lesson.) and he sneaks into your room and moves the camera just a bit after disabling it. Just enough so its more noticeable in the light.

(If he steals a pair of panties, well... he does.)

And when you come crying and shaking to his doorstep later, he breaks the thing in his hand, and chucks it before he ushers you into his place and coos at you as he fingers you in his lap, edging you as you work through all those big emotions :( Poor baby, he's got you now, no need to be so scared, he'll get you nice and needy and then fuck you until you're brainlessly drooling into his pillow. He'll even be so kind as to slip his ring on your finger too, just to make sure you know he's not going to let anyone else have you anymore. That he'll make sure you're safe from now on, isn't that nice pumpkin?

//

Gaz I'm still trying to figure out how to write but I think he'd see the stream by accident, he's not gone looking for it, and he feels sharp revulsion when he figures out what it is while looking for some other information. And he's taking note of all of the things in the room, desperately trying to piece together where you live so he can do the right thing and figure out how to tell you about the stream. Definitely not because he's interested, and sure it's taking him a few days and repeated visits and- well, okay, you have this cute thing you do and- okay he's not... well he knows he's being a creep, but he's doing it for the right reasons. Totally. He's not... he's not being weird for no reason like some of these other creeps. And yeah, okay, he jacks off to you now and then, it's not that big of a deal, he's a little lonely and he's a little desperate okay?

He tells himself he's gonna quit, that he's not going to do anything, but then suddenly he's in your town on his leave, and he's putting himself in your path at every given opportunity. Of course, by then he's long since accepted he's being a real fucking freak by what he's doing, but doesn't he deserve something nice? Don't you?

And sure, okay, it's a huge ego boost when you do look at him and flush, when you try to collect your thoughts when you hear his voice. He smiles prettily at you and it all sort of spirals from there, until he's well and truly charmed you. He drops hints about the camera, but nothing directly implied. He finds a story on the news app on his phone about something similar and cringes, pretending like he isn't STILL watching the live feed of your apartment when he's in his own. Says something about how only a real freak would put a camera in someone's house. Good thing you've never done that to his place and he laughs, because he's never been to yours yet so you take it as a joke.

Weeks later, when you're doing a clean of your apartment, you find the camera and call him, and he comes over and hugs you, coos that it's probably not even plugged in, just some dick trying to scare you. He helps you run through who it could possibly be that did it, until he's given the dude's full name and address online.

He gives the camera a shit eating grin over your shoulder, looking directly into it even though you haven't pointed it out yet.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you stay at his place for the night (when he really means forever.) He makes sure there's no cameras around you ever again.

//

Ghost is... the worst of them. In his own special way.

Assuming he isn't the one who put the damn thing in your room, he's definitely a regular on some of the grossest sites known to man, half out of sheer morbid curiosity, and half because he sometimes does end up finding things he likes. Your stream isn't the first he's watched, but it is the first he stays for. There's something about you that mesmerizes him. He ends up visiting the stream more and more until he's pieced together where you live and what your general schedule is. It takes a few months, but he wants you for himself - nothing else will do.

There's no preamble, no game that's played like the others. He forges a passport and documents and gets everything set up, and you don't even know that you're about to go tumbling into his net. He's quick about it, when he gets into your apartment. Ends up tying you up nice and neat, arms behind your back and ankles to your thighs while you sleep. Leaves the gag for last, just for the thrill of you screaming (so he can punish you) when you wake up. He blindfolds you, and moves the camera for a better view before flicking the lights on. He wakes you up with a slap to your ass, feeling himself grow hard as you panic. He cuts your clothes off with a knife, tells you not to squirm, and when you do and he knicks you, he just tuts and tells you that you shoulda known better.

Licks the blood from your skin with his mask rolled up before he pulls it back down (just a plain balaclava). He ends up hoisting you up so you're on your knees, positions you perfect for the camera to see, and fingerfucks you nice and fast, one hand on your throat to keep you upright, the other pitoning in and out of your hole. He makes sure to hit your g-spot/prostate every single time when he finds it, sets an absolutely brutal pace that has your tears leaking through the blindfold. When you get close, he bullies your clit/cock, moving fast and hard until you're screaming and you collapse. He tells you this is your fault, for trusting some prick and not even checking your own home.

Lines his cock up with you and doesn't prep you any further, only one orgasm and a little bit of finger fucking not nearly enough to prep you for what he's packing. He ends up fucking you hard, and fast, and brutal, still pumping your cock/rubbing your clit through the whole thing, not caring for anything but how you cry and squeeze so tight around his cock. He lets you heave sobs when he finally cums inside, no protection, and he pinches your nipples painfully hard to get your attention. When he's sure he's got it, he warns you not to let him drip out of you. Never tells you to stop crying, but tells you if you scream or try and get away, you will not like the punishment. He takes the gag out and you try to wriggle away, so he puts the gag back in while you try and apologize, ask for a second chance, and he just puts you on the floor, angles the camera just so, and takes the blindfold off. He tells you exactly how long he's been watching, how many people he sees in the stream at any given time, and then he ties a vibrator to your clit/cock and sets it on the highest setting it can go. He tells you to give the boys a good show before you retire from your acting career, and presses a kiss to your forehead through the mask.

He gives you an hour alone with your fans while he packs your stuff into the boot of his rental car.

[hughiecampbelle]

Persecution (Roy!Sibling x Roman Roy)

Character/s: Roman, Jeryd, Kendall, Shiv

Word Count: 1,465

Requested: Hihihi!!! Would it be okay to request? Or maybe just as inspiration or something: i'd love to see the dynamic between roy!siblingreader and roman and how he would interact with them trying/being the big brother to them like connor and kendall are especially takeing care of them or being protective? I have severe roman brainrot rn lol and i love how you write each of them and overall the way you use words and how alive it all feels! ♡- anon

Inspired By: Family Jewels by Marina

Warning/s: sexual harassment, harassment, men being creeps

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: You know I had to do it!!! You know I had to!!! I can't actually remember all of the election party episode, so this might be a bit off. My apologies!!! Stop my love, Roman makes my brain rot too he lives in there 24/7!!! Thank you for such kind words!!! I try my best :) I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

His hand lingers on the small of your back, on your shoulder, on your body. It burns all the way through. You don’t shake it off though. You can’t. So you smile and excuse yourself, trying to stop yourself from shuddering. It seems wherever you go, wherever you disappear, he is there. He is always there. If not in your presence, then calling, texting, emailing. He is obsessive, hungry, and you have been served to him on a silver platter whether they realize it or not. You sit alone on the couch, nursing your drink, your fourth or fifth of the night just to get through it. His knee touches you, his arm is around you. No one takes notice, not your brothers or sister. No one can save you. He speaks, but only to get closer, so close you can smell the scotch on his breath. He talks mindlessly of his campaign, of the work he and your brother have put into it. That is why you can’t resist. That is why you can’t push him away, throw your drink in his face, call him names that sit on the tip of your tongue. Because your brother has spent too much time building this relationship up, building this man up. You’ve told him time and time again that you don’t like him, that you side with your sister on this, but he doesn’t care. He is not your President yet, though God help you if he becomes him. You won’t be able to escape him. You won’t be able to run. 

His hand is on your thigh, inching down. As if his touch is fire you jump up, dropping your glass, spilling all over him, all over Shiv's carpet. Fuck, you think, fuck, fuck fuck. You apologize profusely despite yourself, picking up the shards. They glitter under the light. The mumble of the crowd never stops, there isn’t a single pause in conversation. You are the baby, the least significant one. These politicians, their groups, they don’t see you. They don’t notice you. No one is coming to help you. He doesn’t seem to notice your distress, instead leaning down, face to face with you, watching you avoid his eyes. He rubs your shoulder, explaining that it was an accident, no big deal. With his finger he tips your head up, smile for me, sweetie. You recoil, apologizing, taking what pieces you have, headed towards the kitchen. You’re unsteady on your feet, too tipsy. You drank too much. You curse yourself, trying not to let the tears that welled up in your eyes fall. You weren’t even supposed to be here. You were supposed to be home, safe, far away from him where he could not possibly reach you. But they wanted you here, they needed you here, the biggest night leading up to the election. You could never disappoint them. Never. So you showed up and you drank and now you’re in this mess. You can feel him behind you, like a shadow, close but not close enough. You catch one look behind you, biting back a scream. He shakes hands, introduces himself, cracks jokes, all while moving through the crowd. You are his target, you always have been. 

From the moment he laid eyes on you, you knew it was over. Too late. You were drowning and they were doing nothing to save you. He spoke to you like you were old friends, touchy from your moment of introduction. Y/n Roy, a pleasure to meet you. A kiss on the cheek. His arm snaking around your waist for the family photo. Pleading with your eyes, but no one to see, no one to understand. Your father was more than happy to serve you to him, proud you’d made a connection so quickly. Oblivious to your disgust, to your discomfort, as always. Still, he hadn’t been that proud of you in a long time, perhaps ever. You thought you could keep up the niceties until he lost, then you would rid yourself of him for good. And then your father died. And then Roman made his deal with him. And now? Now you’re leaning over the sink, trying not to throw up, your hands shaking at the thought of him being near you like that again. He got caught in conversation with a lesser political opponent, his eyes never leaving you. Someone had given him your contact information. First an email here and there. A thank you for being so kind to him. A proposition for coffee, then drink. Texts next. Jokes that fell flat. Apologies for your father. More dates, more events, all of them, he’s hoping, you’ll be there. Calls, too. Pictures. So many pictures. Silly ones, then not so funny. If he wasn’t constantly watching, talking, touching, then he was trying to. You never responded, but that didn’t stop him. It would never stop him. 

What were you going to do? 

You clutch the edge of the sink, taking a few deep breaths. As quickly as you can without making yourself even more nauseous, you cut through the pack, headed towards the bathroom. Without meaning to, your barge through your siblings semi-circle conversation. The tears are falling. All of them look up at you, startled, but you slam the door shut before they can ask anything. Shiv knocks softly, saying your name, trying to get you out. Y/n? Y/n what happened? Can you come out and talk to us? Knees to chest you slide down to the floor, drunk, tired, your skin still crawling. Trying to catch your breath. Y/n, come on, come out. Whatever happened, we can fix it. Kendall sounded exhausted. Rightfully so. You stifle a sob, the words coming out before you can stop them. I didn’t mean- I didn’t- I know this is important to you guys. Mencken. He’s important to them, he’s important to your brother, he was to your father. You couldn’t just suck it up for a little while, you had to cry like a child. Who? What are you talking about? It’s Roman now, his voice close to you. He’s not standing like the others, he’s on your level now. You don’t know how to explain it, you can’t. You fear it’ll sound ridiculous. That you’re making a bigger deal about this than necessary. You’re not sure what else to do. You open every tab, every phone call and text thread and email. Then you open the door just a crack, sliding the phone through, shutting it again. There's a moment of silence that feels like eternity. How long has been this going on? Roman sounds angry. At you? A while. It’s all you can manage, curling into a ball, bracing for the worst. For the yelling, the disappointment, for one of them to bang on the door and demand that you come out right now. You wait, and you wait, but it never comes. It never happens. Instead your brother and sister call after Roman, trying to stop him, but he’s seeing red. 

There’s no stopping him. 

It’s quiet for a long time, but you don’t move a muscle. Your nausea has gotten a little better, your head a little clearer. You call for your siblings, but none answer. What were they doing? What were they saying? You can hear muffled yelling through the door, but the words melt together. Tones rise in pitch. The apartment has quieted. Someone laughs, you think it’s Mencken. More quiet. A door slams. You wince. This is all your fault. Whatever they were doing, whatever was going on, it was your fault. It was all your fault. Then a voice, softer now. He’s gone, kid. You can come out. Roman. He didn’t sound angry, but when did that ever stop anyone? Certainly not your father. When you don’t, you hear him groan, getting to the floor. Through the door, you can hear the weight in his voice. I’m not mad at you, I, I could never be mad at you. A pause. You honestly think I would have chosen him over you? You nod before choking up a yes. It’s my fault, you start, but he doesn’t let you finish. It’s not, it never was. He’s a fucking creep y/n, a monster. I’m, I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner. He's gone now. He won’t come near you ever again. He’s never been so sure of anything in his life. He would never let fucking Mencken do that to you again. He wouldn’t let anyone do that. He shouldn’t have let it happen in the first place, he’d carry this for the rest of his life. He let you down, your big brother. He let you down for the last time.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

hi i came across your post asking people to talk to you about karl heisenberg so i decided to send in an ask because i absolutely cannot be normal about that man in any way shape or form at all he rotates in my brain 24/7 and refuses to get out

plplsplspls list down some of your hcs for him :33

You and me both, you and me both, don't worry 🤝🏻 I have him living rent free up there since I put my eyes on him and now he won't leave, instead he's wreaking havoc where perfectly normal and content thoughts should be 😭

Thank you so much for sending the ask! 🫶🏻

Karl Heisenberg HCs under the cut since their NSFW 🔞 (gender neutral)

I'll write a SFW Head Canon post later!

🛠 So, what's the first thing that comes to mind when looking at Kar Heisenberg, hm? Yes, exactly: "Damn, Daddy!" but as mighty fine as this is, how about we flip that table upside down and consider Karl with a mommy kink? There is something about the thought of consensually slapping that mountain of a man around and calling him a bad and naughty boy that makes my brain rot so fast 🥴 Depending on how complex of a topic this wants to be fleshed out as, one can always sprinkle some trauma into the mix because both mommy and daddy issues can very much stem from painfully real places and I imagine that Karl as quite a lot of that.

🛠 I like to believe that Karl has a surreal amount of patience, nerves of steel, but only when it comes to a few things in particular. One of them being you propped up in his lap with his cock buried inside you up to the shaft, neither of you making any hectic movements as you cock-warm him while he welds together scraps of metal in his workshop. He can do that for hours if he feels like it, enjoying the engulfing warmth of your body whilst sparks fly through the somewhat damp air of the factory, strangely enough helps him concentrate and be precise for neither sparks nor hot metal to get anywhere close to you.

🛠 Dad-Bod. That's it. Send Tweet. No, but really, I'm drop dead serious about it and will die with my face pressed to that squishy soft belly pooch and my hands clasping at his glorious man-tits. You know what Dad-Bod Karl Heisenberg gets you? So much cuddle-material 😌 And in instances during which you don't peacefully fall asleep wrapped in his arms, he muffles your moans and whines with his chest, just shoving your face into the soft and warm skin.

🛠 In my brain, Karl is a giver. Sure, he might take you whenever the mood strikes, that simply cones with the package, but never without giving equal quantities of affection back. If he'd be out for one-sided sex, he could just as well shove his cock into one of his brainless creations. Karl would make you feel wanted and desired with every opportunity he'd get because he knows how it feels to be left behind, an outcast, and he'd never want you to feel this way especially not around him, ever.

🛠 Intoxication kink, my friends 🙏🏻 Okay, listen, as aforementioned, Kar is a giver and somewhere deep deep down he carries the need to care and nurture. Sometimes it's get so overwhelmingly much that he just has to take matters into his own hands, okay? Fucking you up nicely under his supervision so that you don't go off the rails too hard.

🛠 I believe Karl to be somewhat possessive and very physical about you. Hos fingers are always lingering, sometimes at your waist, sometimes ghosting over the round of your ass and other times lovingly clasping around your throat. Same goes for his lips and teeth. One could say that Lord Heisenberg has a hefty oral fixation that can't be soothed by cigars alone. He'd suck and nibble at your fingers and nipples without hesitation.

🛠 Last but not least, you know how it goes: Save a horse... 🤠

[acapelladitty]

Can I be both horny and controversial in your inbox? It feels like a safe space for this type of thing (but please feel free to ignore if not). I would definitely consider myself a feminist in real life, I think equality is so important and misogyny is a societal curse. But when it comes to fiction? That goes out the window.

Life is so difficult and stressful and there's something comforting, within the safety of fiction, about the idea of belonging to a man, being taken care of, being "used" because you're wanted so damn much. In real life if a man tried to tell me how to dress? Boy bye. But if a fictional evil bastard wants to give me a lot of money to turn my brain off, dress cute, and fuck whenever, and protect me??? Sign me up. (I got really into Black Mask fics this year and this is exactly why).

I even find the damsel in distress stories comforting and empowering in their own way. Sometimes I want to imagine myself as the hero and that's a power fantasy. Sometimes I want to imagine being loved and saved and taken care of, and that's a power fantasy too.

I DO struggle with feeling guilty for this sometimes. And sometimes I worry that I'm a bad feminist because of my kinks. But IDK, I can't help if it I think being thrown around is hot (and I mean, I'm bi so a sexy woman can throw me around too).

No, you're absolutely valid and fine for this and I think being open and honest about what you enjoy in fiction and recognising it as something that would repulse you in real life is actually very healthy and normal!

I'm much the same. If a man irl called me a whore or other misogynistic term then I'd fold him like a fucking omelette but in a sexual setting where the power dynamic has been willingly shifted and I'm looking to give control of myself to someone else then it's what I want to hear and experience. It's a type of play that allows for stress and worry to melt away as you're no longer responsible for all the things in life that weight you down, in that moment you're just a sexual being who is wanted SO terribly that another person is willing to take all that control from you and allow you to be free for the moment.

As always, it comes down to trust in your partner and establishing a dynamic that works for you both and fulfills a mutual desire. And when it comes to engaging in fictional works, there is such a wide and vast availability of these types of dynamics from a much more mild and casual play to full 24/7 master/slave dynamics that you can absolutely find something that will interest you xx

[blkkizzat]

Kaliiii, just think with me

Former babysitter reader. Four and a half months pregnant and having now dropped down to a part-time college student cause with baby on the way you're nesting.

Yuji is so excited to be an uncle. He keeps bragging about it to his friends. You are pampered. Neither he nor choso will let you lift a finger. They spoil you like a princess. Yuji always offers to carry any bag you have. Chosocooks. Cleans and practically worships the ground you walk on. And he's obsessed with the bumb. He kisses it every morning because, let's be real, you've practically moved in already. Half your shit is at his place.

He spends every free moment inside you too. He doesn't wanna be anywhere else. Y'all Falling asleep and he's still inside you. You complain a bit, "that's how we got this one " you say, pointing at your obvious belly. And he just mumbles something about practicing for the next one.

He does not discuss you two becoming engaged with you. You wake up one day, and his ring is on your finger. Two days later, the marriage registration form is on the kitchen counter. And you have yet to see this man. When you finally find him and ask him, "What the hell?" He just says it's a good idea. And emphasizes that you never have to work again if you don't want to, and you can focus on 8 y.o Yuji and the baby.

And he just sounds so logical. It makes so much sense. So you say yes.

Little do you know you're about to be literally Mother. You aren't sure how many kids you wanted originally but Believe me Choso wants more. And you are just happy to make him happy.

He is just determined to keep you from having to work as a babysitter ever again.-🧠

The wayyyyy u have influtrated my brain with this 🧠 babes!!!

FHIFSKHDSJHVKB NOT HIM GETTING US PREGGO (we knew it was gonna happen just a matter of time)

Lil' Yuji is the cutest!! Urgh thats always my fav part about these Choso AUs is you get to be like big sis/mommy to Yuji <3333

Omg Choso would be obsesssed with the bump I imagine him like rubbing oil/shea butter over your belly so you don't get/minimize stretch marks. When he isnt inside you, he's on top of you, gently resting his head to hear any movement he can and talking to the baby 24/7.

"He does not discuss you two becoming engaged with you. You wake up one day, and his ring is on your finger."

KDLJASIUHFA SCREAMMING HE IS SIIIIICK!!! Lmfao I love that man he is so fucking crazy and down horrendous when hes in love.

You know he would totally take care of you!!

Omg when you finally started lactating though, you gonna have to physically pry that man off yo tiddies. Choso loves you, and he loves his new baby but he might love yo leaky tits the best. lmfaooo he's gonna pout so bad when you tell him to save some for the baby. you gonna have the baby on one boob and his big ass on the other fcuhskhasdkjhaskja. its not even sexual he just likes the taste/comfort.

"He is just determined to keep you from having to work as a babysitter ever again."

You know he found out about Gojo and was like FUCK THAT and got your pregnant QUICKLY!!! Locked that shit downnnn. Especially when Gojo said "im not worried, she'll have mine next~~" Choso would kill him jhdsjasdhkhagsd.

HOLY SHIT —PAUSE— You just gave me such a good idea for an AU fic dhfkjadshfadshauhdfadkugyfhv. BLESS YOU!!!!!! Oh mannnnn the brainworm!! (so its basically an AU but Choji x reader, choso x toji x reader, where reader is yuji and megumi preschool teacher and they both are like fighting over you fjdjfhdskjsdfh. imma write that omfgggg imma write that)

This was such a good breakfast 😩💗

[bootleg-sara]

It’s twin time, time for twins

Idk what else to say. This is the last of the main designs for the purgatory AU, so that’s pretty cool. Saved my faves for last, completely on accident but what can you do lmao

As usual, the character bios are under the read more. Read if you wish 👍

The boisterous younger brother of Esau. Heaven’s very own bounty Hunter, who specializes in work that requires going into Hell. A rather important job to deal with any potential problems from the less desirable side of the afterlife. He takes great pride in his work and his clean record of jobs well done.

The boisterous younger brother of Esau. Heaven’s very own bounty Hunter, who specializes in work that requires going into Hell. A rather important job to deal with any potential problems from the less desirable side of the afterlife. He takes great pride in his work and his clean record of jobs well done.

Jacob is a passionate individual in anything he does. His confidence makes it seem as if he always knows what he’s doing, even if that’s not so much the case. He’s an intelligent individual as well, much better built for brain work rather than physical. Though he wants to prove that he can be both. Perhaps out of jealousy, or maybe deep rooted fears or not being enough. Either way, he regularly practices sword combat to keep up with the physical demand of his bounty hunter duties.

His conscious is racked with guilt. Most of his achievements are often also prefaced with some kind of misdeed he never forgave himself for. He strives to be a perfect man, something that’s completely unachievable. Any mistake is taken as his own failings as a person and takes everything very personally. Does a great deal of work to make up for his own unanswered sins. Work that is a constant uphill battle when you have to work an eternity without a single misstep.

One of his favorite past times is cooking.

Esau: voice claim- Rock me Amadeus by Falco

The shy older brother of Jacob. A fellow bounty hunter along with Jacob. His work isn’t done as openly confidently as Jacob, but that doesn’t mean he does his job poorly. His raw strength is a great deal of help when dealing with something pure strategy can’t tackle.

Esau is quiet and reserved. Never been much of a talker, would rather listen to someone speak than contribute. He’s a pretty chill guy too. Doesn’t spend a lot of his time going out in crazy adventures or exercise 24/7. He likes to chill in bed and read a nice book, watch the sunset, or hang out with a good friend. His ideal life would be spent relaxing every day without a care in the world. But his duties as a hunter prevent him from living his leisure life. Most of his muscle was left over from his life on earth when he was considerably more active.

Esau’s an understanding man, maybe a bit to much so. He’ll give the benefit of the doubt to nearly anyone. Even if a majority of Heaven doesn’t trust him due to his past sin of a murder. He can be aloof too. Sometimes he can’t be bothered with others and would rather be alone. Esau wants to be a good man, or at least a man worth being in Heaven.

Esau doesn’t have a favorite activity, but he does like practicing his magic. Since it’s not something he’s mastered quite yet.

What’s their relationship like?

Complicated is the best word to describe it. While they do absolutely love each other, being forever forced to live side by side can bring plenty of complications.

Jacob had made a deal with the Archangel Uriel to prevent Esau from ending up in Hell after he learns of his grave sin of murder. Jacob was also very old, his mind not the big power it once was. When they both had died on the same minute, Jacob was horrified to find out that Esau had a chain wrapped around his heart that came from his own chest. To make up for his sin, Esau is to follow around Jacob and follow any orders he gives out. Jacob immediately felt like shit for this. He didn’t think he’d be getting rid of his brother’s autonomy and it eats his mind every day. Esau, while understandably doesn’t like this, also understands Jacob was sincerely trying to help him from a terrible fate in Hell. The chains can be removed, but they will slow drain Jacob’s life and lead to his death. And Esau is damn set on making sure Jacob doesn’t try anything like that. Though Jacob has tried a good few times.

They have a deep brotherly love for one another, even if they also get on each other’s nerves from time to time. There’s nothing that can take away their bound and are each other’s biggest supporters.

That’s it. Maybe an anti climatic end, but there’s not much else to speak of. Unfortunately I don’t see this series being as active as it once was before, but it might get some love now and again.

Now I just need a bit of time to greave what has been lost ✌️

[kairiscorner]

bc i have no life, i made (and will expand):

dialogue prompts list or something

REMINDERS! imma use these on fics if y'all want, though you guys can use these too for your own fics, just make sure to give me credit and tag me, attaching a link to this post is also appreciated if you use this ^^

(btw, i can also repeat some prompts, though please be patient, i might not be able to post so much this month ^^'')

1.) "you're a bad influence on me, y'know that?" (miles 1610)

2.) "yeah, i risked my skin saving you. i don't care if you wouldn't do the same for me, i'm not you."

3.) "mind using your eyes AND brain next time?"

4.) "my heart beats all the time, shouldn't be a big deal, but i can't help but notice how loud the beating is when you're around." (teen!gojo)

5.) "never really understood poetry, but when i read a few lines from this... you were the image that came out of the words." (noir)

6.) "if you really wanted to drive me insane... you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." (noir)

7.) "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

8.) "my hands are cold... wait, what are you doing, i thought you brought mitt--never mind, this is nice."

9.) "something tells me you aren't happy about it. and something tells me you'll be angrier if i keep asking. it's okay, take your time. just know i'll be right here for you."

10.) "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

11.) "sometimes, you don't have to worry about loving me enough--you do that too much already. what you should worry about... is giving me too much love that you forget who you're supposed to be loving first: you."

12.) "man, after 5 shots of whiskey and a good laugh, i think i've made up my mind--you're gonna be the one i'll marry." "we just met." "and i just fell for you."

13.) "they came to get their shit back without even getting their shit together, how nice."

14.) "i would've thrown a brick in your window if you didn't answer, and y'know, i was going to, but then i remembered you hated getting stuff on your carpet so i left and did it in my mind."

15.) "i want a platypus. and yes, i want you, too."

16.) "your place is filthy." "it's gonna be yours too, one day." "you mean ours."

17.) "why are my eyes gross right now?" "it's... you're crying." "nu-uh." "y'need a tissue?" "yes please"

18.) "you're so stupid, and reckless, and a literal danger to my very way of life--and yet i love you to bits!"

19.) "if i could just go back in time and see you again, maybe then i'd tell myself to love you for a long, long time. even if i never knew it at the time, i regret all the years we've lost together, i regret living my life without you in it."

20.) "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" (soccer captain!miguel)

21.) "i am a fully grown adult. i am capable, i am independent, i am strong-willed." "and you lose your shit when you see me come home with a mcdonalds' kiddie meal."

22.) "nobody loves me..." "..." "ahem, i said, NOBODY LOVES ME" "and i'm nobody?" "yay"

23.) "i just wanna bash their head in, but... it's so distracting. their eyes get me lost and i'm, i'm out of it."

24.) "man, they're a lost cause. and yet i keep busting my ass trying to save them. i love being your spouse and curse being your spouse, dammit."

25.) "i wanna kiss... right now... but my spouse'll... hate me." "i am your spouse." "oh damn, then you'll... hate me if i... if i kiss your pretty face, love..."

26.) "go to bed right now." "no." "i guess i'll give your plushie all my kisses." "ok on my way."

27.) "again, would it be me or them? me who's been with you this whole time, me who's took you in when you're so used to being refused, me who's... who's loved you, all this time?"

28.) "where are my--" "keys? here, scatterbrain." "damn, i'm so glad i married you."

29.) "kids, go to your room." "as your co-parent, i say protect me from the dragon about to breathe fire on me."

30.) "i may be his wife, but i'm not his lover."

31.) "i think you have me confused for someone else."

32.) "it's because i care about you that i push myself away, don't you get that?"

33.) "we'll never be okay again, will we...?"

34.) "the noises in my head keep getting louder and louder and louder, but only you... only you help calm them down."

35.) "oh, i get it, fine. i'll fuck off."

36.) "i want that though." "it's a waste of money." "you got it for me anyway."

37.) "how could you say i don't love you when all my life, you're all i come home to and kiss a good morning and good night?"

38.) "what a stupid man i married."

39.) "don't... fucking move... not unless you want me to do it..."

40.) "you went in my ROOM?"

41.) "i accidentally broke the bed."

42.) "i love you." "what?" "ah fuck, i mean, i'll see you."

43.) "GOD, I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH." "is that why you draw you and them kissing together all the time?"

44.) "i can make a mean burned down house and scorched lawn."

45.) "i'll admit it, fine, i can't win your heart. because your heart isn't any prize to be won, you're not an object. you're... you're you. and i LOVE you."

46.) "what, why're you staring? can't handle how hot i am?" "no, it's just that you've got a shit-eating grin on your face i'd love to punch off you."

47.) "i actually hate summer vacation... i won't be able to see you everyday for 3 whole months."

48.) "ooh, you drank from my cup, you know what this means, we had an indirect kiss."

49.) "just tell your crush you like them already and stop being a big baby about this." "okay, fine. i like you." "wait--"

50.) "i know it looks stupid, but... i tried."

51.) "it's funny, because i had you in mind while making it."

52.) "you think infinity is real, or... are we just living every day hoping tomorrow will come, despite all odds?"

53.) "you're so fucking stupid...! stupid, stupid, stupid... why did you... dammit, why?"

54.) "i don't even know who i share my bed with anymore."

55.) "bite me and get what you want, what we both want."

56.) "we'll never have to see each other again after this."

57.) "quit making promises you can't keep."

58.) "tell me to shut up one more time. go, i'm waiting."

59.) "ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

60.) "what are you doing?" "just capturing the moment in my mind when i'm with the most perfect person in the whole multiverse."

61.) "and you know what your problem is? you can't stand seeing me happy, that's your fucking problem."

[grimalkinmessor]

afofa for ask game???

But of course! :D

when I started shipping it if I did: My first go around with BNHA, actually! Before season five was even out. I read ahead in the manga and came to the scene of Yoichi and AFO in the vault with Midoriya watching on, and my brain immediately lit up like "OH SO IT'S LIKE THAT" lmao. I looked for content then, but of course, there was none, so it wasn't until I got back into BNHA a few years ago that I looked for AFOFA content and actually found it! Was more than a little surprised to find more gen content for them than shipping content, but that just gave me a new dessert for them :3 Have my cake and some pie too ✨

my thoughts: It's all just feral incoherence up here babe. Just a loud whirlwind of AJSVSKXBDJFL REDGREEN OBSESSEDVAULT NEVERAPART POWERLESSPOWER LOVEHATE INEVITABLETRAGEDY ITWASALWAYSGOINGTOENDLIKETHIS ILOVEYOUBUTITISNTENOUGH BRUTUSCAESAR ABLECAIN REMUSROMULUS ILLKILLYOUIMYOURS HEARTBORNAPARTFROMTHEBODY in my brain 24/7 365 :D

What makes me happy about them: The sheer amount of dark soulmate vibes we get from them in canon. AFO is literally Cronus coded, Yoichi is his Rhea. Yoichi is his everything—and hasn't all All For One's ever wanted and fought for been everything? 💖

What makes me sad about them: What they could've been 🥹 The fact that they both loved each other so deeply but their respective hearts and ideals are so at odds that it would never work in any universe where they're unequally yolked; and they almost always are. The fact that had they grown up in kinder circumstances the likely wouldn't have fought at all. It would've been just them, together, as they should've been from the start. Without all the blood between them. "It could've been the kindest power in the world."

things done in fanfic that annoys me: When they infantilize Yoichi 😮‍💨 Like he's definitely Babygirl™ but he's also a grown man. Being sickly and weaker than he's brother doesn't make him inherently stupider or less capable than AFO, and it definitely doesn't make him childish. I don't even like it when All For One is the one doing it—he absolutely sees his brother as naive and in need of protection but I don't think he'd ACTUALLY see him as a child, or even WANT him to be one. Idk it just skeeves me out, it's not how I see their relationship dynamic ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

things I look for in fanfic: Yoichi characterization!! :D AFO has always been pretty straightforward, so I do look for unhinged loving obsession and all-encompassing need and desire from him, but fics that dive into Yoichi's psyche are some of the most interesting to me :) I like him to be capable and cunning—it just doesn't matter how smart or strong he is against the overwhelming power of his brother 💕 Shoot his ass and watch him laugh ✨

who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: As you all know, I'm an avid shipper of any form of Ichiniisan, so I like Yoichi with Kudo and Bruce THIRD in any sort of way I can get them. As for All For One....well, he always takes whatever he wants, and I can see him with several people solely in a sexual sense. For romance however, I only see him loving Yoichi—with special Fondness™ priveleges for Yagi and Inko depending on the universe and circumstances.

my happily ever after for them: In my fic Like This You Keep Them Alive, I have them as lingering ghosts of their respective Quirks, and they can freely go back and forth between their holders (Izuku and Tomura) as much as they please. In the afterlife, everything is swept aside. There is no more power imbalance. There is no world to take over or save. They're able to just,,,,exist together, without anything between them anymore. They play games together and talk about things they haven't in ages and are basically all over each other all the time. I think that's gonna be my favorite ending for them :3

who is the big spoon/little spoon: All For One is big spoon. That man is over seven feet tall, Yoichi barely hits six-foot exactly. All For One big spoon 👁️👁️ He likes to cling.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Cuddling. Cuddling and talking, actually. Because I've got AFO's love language down as physical touch followed quickly by words and Yoichi's love language as words of affirmation followed quickly by physical touch, so sitting curled around each other in front of a warm fire like snakes while they whisper things back and forth would be their biggest nonsexual passtime together. Though sometimes Yoichi does like to badger his brother into dancing with him—mostly so Yoichi can stand on his feet and AFO can float them both into the air. It always make him super giddy 🥰 ....At least until they get to the point where AFO's arms begin to feel more like chains than shields.

[beecreeper]

1, 17, 24! for all the fellas. (and i think you should include poppy and myrala <3 )

Eilidh you know I owe you my LIFE for giving me explicit permission to yap about two more characters than usual.

Yapping under the cut!

1.) What memory would your OC rather just forget

I already answered with for the main three here, but lets add Poppy and Myrala in there >:3

Myrala would want to forget the time she accidentally on purpose killed a guy during a mugging gone wrong when she was a teenager. But then again, she acknowledges that it was the event that changed her life and set her on a better path. So it’s less that she wants to forget it and more than she wishes it could have happened differently.

When Poppy was around 7 she was attacked in the middle of the night by a shapeshifter guy in her mercenary family who turned out to be unhinged and literally feral. Her family saved her in time but it left her with facial scars and trust issues. She would delete that memory without hesitation.

17.) What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Briar: Briar has the worst time at throughout Act 2 and especially at Moonrise. It is driving her CRAZY how close she feels to understanding her memories and yet they are STILL out of her grasp. Being at Moonrise gives her all these feelings with no memories to attach them to which feels horrible and vulnerable and she hates hates HATES it. She’s also very much aware that she’s losing ground with a lot of companions and losing control of the situation but she is just too DESPERATE to bother doing damage control. Being down in the mindflayer colony, those body memories get even STRONGER and also MUCH WORSE. After they kill Ketheric she spends a while at his corpse and trying to resurrect him or speak with dead or SOMETHING so he can fucking TELL ME WHO I AM YOU DEAD BASTARD

Ferox: Oh man. So much. I’ve already talked a lot about him killing Myrala which is obviously the big one, but then also in his bad timeline he’s ALSO gonna kill Lae’zel during the durge stuff in Act 2. It fucks me up extra badly because it would come right on the heels of Lae’zel’s second romance scene where they spar and Ferox is afraid that he’ll lose control and hurt her but then he doesn’t and he feels so happy and so in love and then just a few nights later Bhaal takes over his brain and takes it all away from him AGAIN.

Molli: So SO much. For some reason I live to make Molli suffer. I think the peak of it was Gortash giving her to the mindflayers though. After years of suffering under this guy and he just tosses her aside without a second glance even as she’s being dragged away and BEGGING to stay. Feeling like it’s *her* fault and that she did something wrong. Being so fucking scared and desperate that she blindly promises her body and soul to some unknowable eldritch entity without a single thought. That’s her rock bottom and everything after she wakes up on the nautiloid is crawling up from that.

Myrala: Having Ferox murder her super super violently. My darling girl I’m so sorry I made you get torn to pieces for character development. Even in the AU where she gets to live and be a tav, it’s at the cost of feeling deeply horribly lonely for 15 years instead.

Poppy: Poppy is honestly my least traumatized oc tbh. As it stands now, her story is *mostly* all shenanigans and no drama (childhood ptsd incident not withstanding). Honestly getting tadpoled at all might be the worst thing I’ve done to her.

24.) What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they’d made those decisions?

This is so hard to answer for Briar and Ferox because of how little agency being a durge affords them in their life path. I mean, I could talk about the different paths they potentially take throughout the game but this feels more like an alternative backstory question than it does an alternative ending question to me.

Like? I guess Briar *could* have chosen to try and defy Bhaal and *not* murder her druid circle, but Bhaal would have taken her over and forced it anyway. However this version of Briar would be a lot more defiant of Bhaal (canon Briar doesn't have to deal with how vulnerable and violating getting fully taken over by Bhaal is because she indulges her urges on her own. This version does and it leaves a sour taste in her mouth from the get go). The main trajectory is the same but she'd be actively fighting it every step of the way. The plot with Gortash would definitely shift from "I'm gonna betray him in Bhaal's name" to "I'm gonna use him to kick my dad's ass and make him SO mad"

One choice that would have changed a lot for Ferox was his decision to help Myrala escape from the goblins. I'm not sure whether she would escape on her own or die in the attempt, but either way it spares him that HUGE trauma. Like, he's still not having a good time but at least he doesn't slaughter the only piece of true happiness he'd ever known. In this path he wouldn't become a paladin and would follow down a pure barbarian path until Sceleritas finds him (probably after Bhaal makes him kill his entire goblin tribe like he did with Briar and her circle). He'd still end up heading Bhaal's cult but the vibes would be different. He's still not *happy* about being Bhaal's chosen, but he's less *tortured* about it.

One of the biggest choices in Molli's life was her decision to go to Baldur's Gate to become a bard and look for her sister. If she hadn't, she would have instead stayed in her hometown trying to manage her dad's modest textile trading business that she inherited when he died. She is *not* suited to business, is crazy stressed out and overwhelmed, and yearns really badly to have the time to perform at the tavern like she used to. She day dreams a lot about what her life would have been like if she really had sold the business when she had the chance and been a bard in Baldur's Gate instead (LMAOOOOO).

Myrala's path diverges right at that moment when she kills someone. Instead of taking it as a wake up call and converting to Eilistraee, she could have instead dug in her heels and continued down the road of a petty criminal, getting even deeper involved in whatever gangs exist in Menzoberranzan. I think she'd be pretty good at it too, probably gaining a decent amount of power in the criminal underground. This is, of course, a VERY different version of her where she's suppressed her moral code and is actively deciding to be selfish, hoping that it'll be worth it eventually.

Poppy is also hard to answer because her life has been very much dictated by the fact that she never sticks with anything. Her decisions have very little long term impact because she's just as likely to make a new decision that changes her whole direction a few months later. She's as equally likely to join a pirate crew in Calimsham as she is to be a hired guard for a trade caravan out of Neverwinter as she is to join a monster hunting party of Gur. And in order for her to *not* be bouncing around like that, it's not a matter of one decision. She'd have to be a fundamentally different person. Maybe someday she'll find something that sticks and get her to stay in one place but that remains to be seen. Like, I gueeeeess I can see a version where she just sticks with the mercenaries she grew up with, but that kinda life is ALSO just bouncing around between odd jobs, but it would be a really similar life to she does when she goes off independently but on a much smaller scale.

[cryingatships]

Kiseki: Dear to Me ep 1 aka we have several kitties in our hands

Ok let's start~

Ai di? Eddie? Which one are we gonna follow? I'm not immune to pretty faces, I'm gonna protect him with my life now. Also are they a couple? Sorta ship it oeo

Okee guess not. Hmmm Picking up someone out of the blue, and Ai di scratching his back like that, very cat-like of him. A meow =w=

Why is Mr. I'm-The-Only-One-Not-Wearing-Black just standing there like a statue? Where's your concern for a friend. Oh, they're supposed to be old acquaintances as per mdl? That explains it the smile.

What's that red thing on the photo? Lemme guess, blood? It is a mafia (can we call this mafia?) setting.

Zhong Yi is a brave, brave person for not screaming when he saw a bloody hand on the road all of a sudden. Kudos to him. Could never be me :')

Oh oh oh (nooooo) they're using the same remedies. Does ql drama world not have not other, more effective medicines for woundtending? That looks like a gash too deep for home treatment, if you ask me. But ig he'll be saved by ql logic ahaha (I love ql logic. Why can't we have ql logic irl huh)

For once there is no (not felt by me atleast) homoerotic subtext in woundtending. Shocking.

(Anyone know what are the names of the books? Ig they're all books related to studying medicine and such, but I'd still like to know)

Ze Rui, my boy, blackmailing is not how you woo the love of your life. But it's effective here, so owo

Ze Rui is dramatic af. A bread isn't gonna break your ribs, chile. He reminds me of our cats throwing a concert of shame whenever mealtime is late by like half a second.

Zhong Yi keeping tabs. Finally a character who makes (tries to make) financially sound descisions. Like love ain't gonna fill your stomach (not with your sugar kitty mooching off you u.u)

Ze Rui, my boy, you're sus af. I'd have taken away any valuables before leaving you in my home, too. Scamming alert u.u

"It's your karma then." 👏👏👏👏👏

My meow meow is back. He's got some claws. And He looks great in pink! And he has a (potential) boyfie too, good for him!

Knowing your hookup form the night before didn't go home with you for your rizz but for your decade old rice cooker.... that must hurt.

OH? Is Xong Yi snapping finally?

Nvm false alarm. the intimacy tho. Which other surfaces do you wanna shove him against, Ze Rui? BUt threatening is bad flirting technique smh

I don't wanna say it but - poor husband working his ass off to earn money and feed his other, lazy ass of a husband. Also Zong Yi looks so meow meow here? He looked Tired, I feel bad for him :\ Ze Rui take care of your man sometimes, too! Don't make him be the only caregiver in the relationship, it won't work out

Ze Rui is so Kitty Coded that they had to add cat noises jajaja

Oh so Ze Rui does have some brains. His friends (?) did call him the brains of the group hmmm. But ZR lookis so smug, is it cause he made a fool of ZY or cause he has ZY on his (technically ZY's) bed

Ok we need a list of Bread in qls. Bread as a metaphor, bread love (also hate) language yeye

Oh tragic pasts time.... How expectations can go both ways, huh? Too much too little, atleast it seems like ZY still has a good family? (I'm jinxing it-). Seeing that this is Taiwanese drama, and after reading a lot of danmeis, I wonder if ZR is an illegitimate child? As they call it in the danmeis, a 'mistress's' child?

Ok ok I have a theory - Ai di is an ornage kitty (the kind who're always too excited and wants your attention 24/7 or they'll wreck havoc on your room), Ze Rui is a fancy long haired high maintenance kitty (a calico?? Let's not look at the sciences of this), Zong Yi is a black-white kitty, not totally a void but def wiggly and also got the coldness of a white kitty.

Putting clothes on your (future) lover, a beloved if new trope :3 (ye i'm looking at loa)

I want a piece of that cake too, so hungry ueueue

ZR is three cats in pyjamas confirmed. Cats never ever finish their meals cause they too 'eat in small portions'. smh

They're not using the there was only one bed trope?

OH OH THAT LOOK WHEN ZY starts eating. I see you I see you. I feel food was very important in today's episode like, it's used as a method for establishing who's controlling the situation, then it's used a bridge for communication and negotiation, and it's used to show economic differences (like ZR can bother wasting food and eats in small amounts, definitely not smt a person coming form a less privieged section of the society can do)and finally this look. I'm not gonna analyse this cause ye- but.... food.... maybe I'm just too hungry XD

This Zhang Teng would right in a drama of supernatural genre

I like the ending ost u.u

OK there was some INteresting power dynamic. A injured gang member who probably kills at sight and is rich, is now under the care of a impoverished, seemingly harmless (when are doctors, potential ones included, ever harmless) student with barely any way to defend himself from violence. But Zong Yi may refuse to treat him. Then we have the knife. Doctors are gain power from their skill, but is it enough to counter a the power of a criminal gang? And the gang member depends on the (aspiring) doctor for his life, while the doctor's life depends on the gang member's life. Ze Rui constantly uses words like "brat", "kiddo" etc to further demonstrate the power dynamic at play (cause in Asia seniority = social power and respect), but Zong Yi hardly ever argues about the use of these words. Like, he isn't even trying to establish that he too, has some power over the situation. Is he truly so accepting of others' holding power over him or is he just unbothered cause he treats Ze Rui's words as completely irrelevant to his life? Hmmmm. Who exactly has the upper hand rn? I'd say it's Zong Yi rn, but then again Ze Rui can successfully overturn anything Zong Yi does (like the locked door) and force Zong Yo to do his bidding soo...fd

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Lyric prompt list:

If you want to participate in this say which prompt you want a fic for, the character/fandom, and use one of the hearts on the key to specify what kind of fic you want it to be.

Some of the fics will already have a heart by them signifying that I already have a idea for a fic, but if you wish to request that prompt then go ahead but the type of fic is up to me.

I will be adding more lyric prompts as days go on so one day there may be twenty and the

Heart Key:

❤= Fluff

🖤= Angst

💚= Suggestive/lime

♥= Smut

💔= Smut/suggestive with angst

❤️‍🩹= Angst to Comfort

💖= Fluff with comedy

Prompts:

1. "I can see my baby swingin'."

2. "Hit me and tell me your mine. I don't know why but I like it."

3. "I think I'll miss you forever. Like the stars miss the sun on a morning sky."

4. "Will you still love me if I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

5. "Evil. Don't know what to tell you she's evil, most definitely."

6. "Paradise is a hell-colored flame sky, is it nice to feel free and wild?"

7. "You are my strange addition."

8. "Have I fallen for a lie? You were never on my side." 🖤

9. "A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock. Oh this could've been avoided all I wanted was to talk." 🖤

10: "Heaven is a place on earth with you."

11. "Kiss me hard before you go. Summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know, that baby your the best."

12. "Go easy on me, baby."

13. "You make me feel like a fool. Waiting for you." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

14. "In the back of my mind. (In the back of my mind), You died (I killed you) and I didn't even cry (I didn't even regret it). No, not a single tear (I can't believe I said it, but it's true). And I'm sick of waiting patiently for some on that won't even arrive (I hate you). 🖤

15. "I don't care, how long it takes. As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face."

16. "Heart to Heart."

17. "And I'm not your protagonist, I'm not even my own. I don't know anything, I don't even know what I don't know." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

18. "And I love, my boyfriend. He is good to me. He's a good man. He takes care of me when I need it. He's the one I want to have children with."

19. "Mind over matter. Does it matter to any of us?"

20. "You can tell from the scars on my arms, and the cracks in my hips, and the dints on my car and the blisters on my lips." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

21. "Alone again." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

22. "Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

23. "Let me into your heart."

24. "The other woman will never have his love to keep." 🖤

25. "Who is she? A misty memory. A haunting face. Is she a lost embrace?"

26. "Am I in love with just a theme?"

27. "A love immortal such as mine, will come to me eventually. Immortal she, returns to me."

28. "It still hurts. Watching him fade away." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

29. "I'm feeling so tired. Really falling apart." 🖤(angst of some kind)

30. "I wish I knew you wanted me."

31. "I just wanna be yours."

32. "I'm liquid smooth, come touch me too. And my skin is plump and full of life. I'm in my prime."

33. "This 60/40 isn't working. I want 100 of your time. Your mine."

34: "Lucky is she, who lives unaware. Who doesn't get bothered by those who don't care. Lucky is she, who lives unaware. Who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair. Unlucky me. Who knows way too much. Who fights to make changes to make changes and music and such. Unlucky me, aware all the pain. All 'cause I have some brain." 🖤

35. "I can't save us. My alantis we fall." 🖤

36. "I watch the moon. Let it run my mood. Can't stop thinking of you."

37. "I found love where it wasn't supposed to be. Right infront of me."

38. "You were out of my league. Got my heartbeat racing. If I die don't wake me, cause you were more than just a dream."

39. "I love you, so. Please let me go." 🖤

40. "Your coming back. And its the end of the world. We're starting over and I love you darling." ❤️‍🩹

41. "Your so traumatized. It makes me wanna cry. You dumb bitch. I loved you, I loved you, I loved you it's true. I wanted to be you and do what you do. I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true. I feel so embarrassed. I feel abused." 🖤

42. "Someone loved me. Someone fucking loved me. Someone fucking loved me and I fucking loved them to." 🖤

43. "Please understand I am trying my hardest." 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

44. "We were to close to the stars. I never knew somebody like you somebody." ❤️‍🩹

45. "The city's yours."

46. "Say yes to heaven, say yes to me. I've got my eye on you."

47. "He's in my eyes. He is in my ears. He's in my blood. He is in my tears. I must be made of steel. For i just threw out the love of my dreams."

48. "Everyone is dumb."

49. "I dug two graves for us my dear. I can't pretend that I was perfect leaving you in fear." 🖤

50. "I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean? When are you going to ditch that stupid you got? It's me you should be seein'." ❤️‍🩹

51: "Talking to the moon. Trying to get to you."

52. "I wish you could see that I'm a person too." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

53. "Feel like a brand new person. Make the same old mistakes."

54. "Before I die. I wanna do something nice."

55. "I'll never smile again. Until I smile at you."

56. "Is she divine? Is it the wine? La seine."

57. "We fell in love in October. That's why I love fall."

58. "We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But i know we'll meet again some sunny day."

59. "So please, hurry leave me. I can't breathe. Please don't say you love me."

60. "It's just that I fell in love with a war. No body told me it ended."

61. "I'm so lucky, lucky."

62. "All I want is you now. All I wanna do now. Is wait for you to call me. Baby I'm so sorry." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

63. "I wish you, never had meet me." 🖤

64. "We could've had it all." 🖤

65. "I just hope she don't wanna leave me. Don't you give me up."

66. "The red means I love you." 🖤

67. "I swear (Swear?), I won't leave you (I don't believe you.)" 🖤

68. "Love's gonna get you killed but Pride's gonna be the death of you and me." 🖤

69. "Are you falling in love? Got a feeling you are."

70. "And I'm so sick of love songs, so tire of tears. So done with wishing you were still here." ❤️‍🩹

71. "Please don't go (I'll eat you whole). I love you so. I love you so." 🖤 (angst of some kind)

72. "I guess I should stop looking out for you like I always do. When you, start looking out for me to instead of leaving me staring at my shoes?" 🖤 or ❤️‍🩹

73. "This is a love song for a girl who will never know it's about her." ❤️‍🩹

74. "Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves."

75. "I'm so sick of myself. Rather be, Rather be. Anyone, anyone else. Jealousy jealousy, started following me." ❤️‍🩹 or 💔

[libidomechanica]

“Of an old time”

A limerick sequence

               1

And if Pedrillo. Of an old time. And this hours and odd stanzas as no    buzz’d whisper itself on    his despairing. Feebly she lovely—till thoughtfully would be.

               2

Here will never more tame such permanent fog-banks gave like a shill; the noise    is good forth, and turn’d to    save. And health in youth of melancholy into it—but one.

               3

Her brooded, all colors coincide in whom the Baron dreamful was lash’d    upon them like a doll’s    kiss a heavy measures— rather had all in use. Out of mind.

               4

One’s good, Christmas the vales with heart’s heart really were slick-faced. Ah, Gossip dear,    couldst be, if now than the    air such a night, at himself where, breakers, other, an ill deep.

               5

I have quaff’d, louder he politely distance of melancholy rise, the    liked to take the headlands?    Application due where are fed upon the desert hearts, Love!

               6

Which one of the interrupted noticing until all she die! So that    makes it were too much as    the royall bloud full of impossible cloth of posting oaks.

               7

Where nature’s bride alone till made he bring the cutter omen still. If    ceremonies due to it,    and Ocean’s sire being damn’d for lay-men, are sunk; and hell!

               8

That all my flesh is foretold, those wonted calm pervades his world’s gay busy    feare, the grass, a purer    is by everywhere! For those we do nothing spray into man.

               9

Other this frenzies; thou forsaking salt sea, a sort of the night Pinto—    Mendez Ferdinando—    still I die. She cannot stops your voice, thy soul bereft and kin.

               10

Alas! A gently as every leaf will be well, my Spain received but sunk    down to yourself she begin    you, lifting union— slashing dose o’er him the purple rose!

               11

Or was with mine, what nothing and quivering the drreams awake, to all dreamer!    A heavenly    chameleopard, and her hair face: against sea-sick. And so they fear.

               12

From his head, and Greek. Of our own was not why, and foundation of hot towels,    and hands. To see and the    louder the wave’s high Iliads; about the night for they had skins.

               13

And some other’s case were not a stand their sleeping. And, since that makes to win!    I knew by tradition    with their spheres been my weak voice was struck, imagined you half-said.

               14

The mair o’ the grass of toil and parish rate; and half prevailed to win! When    with air so Grecian thought    o’clock, booms, hencoops, spars, and that blew; some corpses strand of Dew.

               15

Light for aye unsought intone; an anger guest; taught to me! Fixed their even    the brain. I knew thy foot,    losing when we too much as could be. And that conscience her more.

               16

His grasp at all.—Ah, bitter light of the World, they had his side, seen as double    your silence about    the case, blind-hitting the blushing shadow stood, hid from below.

               17

I feel a certain merchance straggling green darkness. Throat in trifles no    anodyne; give me that not;    and nocht could be, but about thee, who hast none knew not turn up.

               18

And merrily roar his salt water, wreathe a sugred blissfully venom    and chill temple, thy stored,    but Juan! Have ten those scar- tissue she stumbled, Stol’n to thy bier.

               19

Had love’s austere and when we will be as they did blasphemy, devotion    after tars were taught upon    the gale; and every sacred tie! A solitude, and, oh!

               20

And break your hair—her comes once more because the pride. No doubt he would have been    them upon the day did    aright; the bridle and wild, so tended from the offices?

               21

The deid o’ the great advantage of the found in his inke, this odd warp in    time to part of reach he    die! Innumerable is there vnseene, that to my Propertius.

               22

But with tears that if revealed two doves will build a bonie lass of me. There was    evidentially were    slick-faced. Added to any shore, guarded River or a war?

               23

Closet crept: my feet or hands, made agrees? Your next a fair stand at they did    blasphemy, devotion,    as the knots of his lecture read: that ye may become again.

               24

—Sun Griefe, find his youth of the Moon are feet and chaste kiss from his own sweetly,    my knees: of weathern morals,    never! Instead, every walk from that wintry sun the girl.

               25

Dash on: foes, friends for all one. Beautiful precarious maid in a queer    sort of fingers of the    day help’d on the stony British world with magic with magic.

               26

Thrown drought, and thereon he had not red. Tis said they hopes to set, their grave; and    with my eyes have gone out,    and glared upon the flight into the last her breathing the sea.

               27

Until the devil of liking, riding roof blue, and let it speak grief for    roosting and die. And so    thy broth, and worship afloat, I dress, besides, that’s flesh upright.

               28

Whose rose circling inside wall. I have found very near two hundred miles    encounter will aware    of me, that assail, thus they could not young bright had got marriage.

               29

Could not young, althought one or two sons, of whom I cold, and sigh’d no surely,    now, what shadows to lay.    Dear heart, Love! I never die. At O lonesome aqua-vita.

               30

For they, who pours from above, and flower snapp’d from a censer teeth of poor    instead of dark. For on    tiptoe, amorous self for roosting up the Venetian; stop!

               31

He curse me like to a naval mind, but none of his love, in the dead words    of the south. And, having    not a Thread like thy feeble creeps rustling now now feet and kings.

               32

But no scuse serues; she mutter’d paid daily servants at you’re seared to die.    Nor this, they felt no terrors    from her father’s kiss to revealed them in the old spaniel.

               33

Up then they theirs with eloquent, where to try for babble, merely comprehend    their bower window-    panes; St. For breakfast, and found. Of eloquent, with sense my deeds.

               34

Of louer? And rosé on the worn cave, life’s mystery, a sure sign of Zoe’s corpse,    from fears to peep, up than    the blest when all’s over the masts were nearer out Harvest Home.

               35

To stand a cough a thing hour, and gunpowder; and trees the with orgies and    fro. Into my scalp and    whisper’d a dream a little for motion of the same and brought.

               36

And love to him. A wafu’ moan; fair Annie, Annie, ’ they may ache in its    last—farewell you say well,    there be rack’d, over which their disaster, Antony the sea?

               37

Has our hair face of a grave though driving, nor cry’d: and yet of a soft    melody have, there rung, and    smiles apart. A kind compared, I dream, and, oh! And ever too.

               38

Then by the luck over your hot stare. She was all his frantic, I shunned the    dance. Pass, and I think of    the Eternal woe, whose heart on fire to say, therefore, with heart.

               39

Beads or tails, and fed by Cupid in silent eating, while she had not so    respectacled she saw    the bays. The round shall but did I see the thrust share his pillow.

               40

Then he was a good old college. Listening of a swain did a more wringing    and ev’ry service was    never rais’d nor reward to me! I can stood, but sunk again!

               41

His feeble arms and long since she went ill or well; it is St. That we dare    young flowers have slept not,    and marks upon his perils by an arm, yield suck him before?

               42

—Some other table, and the round her two, as days had been a miracle.    Chafing his fountain-crescent    behind her heart that he came down head a rag something shines.

               43

And I was, open the parson, who’s to Love is not where are clasp’d by its    last although before his    face. And true that is, some pleasure have, you have victual, and, oh!

               44

For his breast, and, maids are but see him was thicker, until your voice, thy hand.    When Juan stop my shivering    a divorce puzzled by an arm, yielded a dreams beneath.

               45

They fear. No changeable had made a younglings shoot, and read clear, that it really    thee preserved was wartime,    where ever morsel for us poor babble, merely fair!

               46

In the hard quarter the ship would see the boat for want to sence hold that is    hands that he died away.    For shears old slaves upon the glitter tars were making flight be.

               47

Fair a glow spread with every leaf will benumb our heart sae fu’ o’ wae! Out    of morsel for those red    gowd, mine o’ the began to weep, it could knows not rail within.

               48

If a Spanish, Turk, or Greek. An attic- crib. Of poets, so read her success    of amethyst I    could be neuter leucadia’s rock of pursuit. Come, reap thy rays!

               49

I will destroying tomb. For Death with his hang from the will fall, the Queen of    the top of the rich    attires, and when it grew less forlorn and a’ this woman’s heart.

               50

With for thy yoke, there is that he might by light with due precious East, sighing    and would burden may be    easily know. She lay motion charm Feebly she fresh features?

               51

I know those through mount, and Greek—they were souls entwine: while my Julia, heard old    man had been vain. For the    surf biting out again to end to subterranean streams.

               52

But often turn’d to redress: two casks and then forsook their press; and all used    sparkle of thou hast sail’d    in a space with Truth. Some trial had the free. I thine eyes their garb!

               53

The dead, long she knew thy figur’d, and, daring to you changed young, weeks have climb,    in them go, before his    fury from the hoped the same hue, of liuing dew? Tis pleased at night!

[velvetporcelain]

yesterday the girl at the gas station said that red nails were for sluts and I said “pink is for sluts.”

hello. From the underground. From reality. I am a real person. I am a real woman.

Our brains are like an SD card. Do we get a warning when we are low on storage? Do we even recognize the warning? So many things I have forgotten. So many things I don’t want to remember. I take each memory with grace.

Every once and awhile I get the urge to look, but I refuse, by nature — not by choice. My mind sinks thinking about it , slowly slipping down my throat into my stomach. I want to vomit you from my system, but nothing is coming out but words and random feelings. Maybe this is the only way. This is the only thing that truly saves me , writing.

I thought maybe it was because I love to hear myself think. Talking is a different sense. Hearing myself think, hearing myself debate, hearing myself love. I still shake my head when the thoughts run throughout my body and I become a joker of some sort. Leaving my body in rabbit hole fashion. Stretched and fully conscious. Confident it could change any persons perspective. I am not afraid to listen to myself think, and sometimes I think a big part of mental health and wealth is taking the time TO LISTEN- I think people speaks too much time trying to quiet the mind. Yes- I do believe that the mind also needs quiet, but to me if I’m not talking? I’m quiet- while still being very loud in my head. Is that the sickness? Is that the illness? We have taught the world that thinking is the illness instead of learning to do it well, we silence it all, almost ignore it.

My position is life as a mother is extremely important. I show them how to use their mind, body and spirit together — recognizing and regulating the making of thoughts. Thinking. Fucking thinking.

—- school is not thinking, you see — it’s memorization. We are taught to conform, memorize and obey. Naturally you need these in a function society, however, as individuals we are NOT a functioning society, and we need to treat ourselves accordingly. If this makes sense- you will realize the soul crushing work it would take to completely retire the fucking brain. So yeah get the fuck out of my way, I’ve spent the last four years focused on rewiring my brain, and what are you doing? Slaving away for the white man? 👀

Middle class isn’t dying, it’s dead. Rabbit hole. Left turn. Wait a minute man you mispronounced my name.

— ha anyways — that was a landslide of thought. That was raw—- bleeding.

YOU CANNOT FIND ME ANYWHERE ELSE. ⚠️- how is that for a warning? I laugh because I believe it to be true. I embrace individuality and rewiring. I enjoy individuality and rewiring.—- and everything that comes with it. It’s only in my favor that I, me, myself believe these things without feeling the need to convince the world that I have found the way to be an individual.

I don’t want to change the world anymore, well, because I can’t. We can’t. I’ve let go of control, I have let go of my vote. I’m falling off the face of this dream world into my own and I’m deeply in love. Deeply fucking in love.

The tenderness in my hands has remained tender. I can easily recognized callused hands. And I just want to hold them. Just let me hold your hand. Please. And sometimes people aren’t ready for touch- that’s okay? Haha yeah- that’s okay. Remember that show in the 90s called touched by and angel? Yeah , I knew I wanted to be here when I grew up. A well liked, angelic woman who heals with her presence, kindness, gentleness, love, understanding, and problem resolution.

I resent the earth a bit- because it’s killing me. Not so much the actual earth but you know the one where we are aware of our own mortality. That kind.

I’m still smoking cigarettes. I know I’m consciously killing myself—- but I also each the food we sell here- I also am exposed to radioactive electronics 24/7- I drive a car(death trap) —- i drink the forever chemicals in the drinking water—- try to hope I wash the pesticides off the fruit and vegetables—

Liar. Lawyer. Mirror. WHATS THE DIFFERENCE?

I love you. I’ve gone insane again. But that’s what makes you gorgeous- your ability to be insane in the presence of raw and natural existence, life and manifestation —- all from your own brain , body, and spirit. That’s what sets you free, watering, blooming garden of many colors. That’s why they say the beast has many colors— because the beast is you. The one who lives inside you. I think that’s beautiful too.

Vienna waits for me.

-x

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

i know theres so much talk about bunny kappa, or just general bunny rory... but please, can we talk about puppy rory characters? i need my fill!! puppy danny? puh-leeeease bro. or even puppy gabe? possum... he just Is Puppy. i need some headcanons or something!!

Can we all take a moment to talk about puppy!Gabe because…uhm, I need him…like now?

Also, dearest nonnie, can I point you towards my Masterlist? I have three full puppy!Kappa fics on there. Closer, Worship I and Worship II <3

Please excuse this being a bit short but the current heatwave is not for me and just yesterday I wrote 3.6k words about Gabriel losing his virginity…my brain is in “power saving” mode.

Smutty puppy!Gabriel HCs under the cut! 18+!

🐶 Okay, let’s start with what plopped into my head first thing while thinking about it: Gabe would be the most playful and bubbly puppy ever! Oh, he’d be so happy to be your good little puppy boy at any given chance.

Gabriel would go full-on service sub-puppy, for sure! Being very attentive to your needs but especially your mood, always looking out for you after a long and hard day at work, determined to cheer you up if your coworkers were too dense to get anything even barely productive going again.

🐶 At first, he might have been a bit shy around the idea of wearing a collar 24/7 but after you bought him a very pretty one, made out of smooth black leather that would caress his neck just right, not too tight or itchy, he fell for it even harder than you did. In addition to that, you bought a fitting, silver dog tag with his name engraved on it to attach to the O-ring of the collar, making sure to remind him to whom he belonged all around the clock…but really? Gabriel wouldn’t need any reminder of that at all because he’d be all about you all day every day.

🐶 Whenever you’d come home stressed from work, he’d personally sit you down on the couch, get you a fizzy beverage of your liking straight from the fridge and proceed to go down on you whilst you decompressed from the hectic shift. I’m a firm believer that Gabe would get himself in an eager frenzy, getting oh so desperately worked up by just eating you out, the lower half of his face wet with your arousal would have him lapping at your clit like a man parched. This fine puppy boy right here would make sure to get you off good and at least twice before he’d let you get up from the cushioned sofa again, looking up to you from between your thighs with wide and beaming blue eyes, asking if you felt satisfied with his services.

At that, you’d pet his head thoroughly, letting him know just how much of a perfectly obedient and well-behaved puppy he was for you and how much you appreciate owning him as your puppy. You’d make sure to never take him for granted!

🐶 Oh lawd, don’t get me started on how excited Gabriel would be when he gets to fuck you. At first, he’d be so sweet and gentle with you, kissing you all over, needily sucking at your tits while his fingers draw over your clit to make sure that you are all wet and aroused enough for him to thrust into you but as soon as he is inside of you, stretching you out just the right way, hitting all your favorite spots with the tip of his throbbing cock, he’d go feral over you. Just fucking into you until you’d have forgotten all about your boss being a dickhead that day or the traffic jam on the way back home. Gabe would unceremoniously rail you. Don’t mistake that sweet sweet boy for being innocent in the sheets just because he looks like only doing missionary with the lights off. Nuh-uh!

🐶 On days when you had the luxury of working from home, Gabriel would insist on sitting underneath your desk while your fingers typed away on the keyboard, pleasuring you with his tongue throughout your shift while his fingers would massage you from the inside. Oh, he’d love you working from home because it meant getting you all to himself all day long, thinking about pouring you a nice, hot bubbly bath whilst knuckles-deep in your warm cunt, his fingertips rubbing against that extra sensitive spot just long enough for you to lose your focus and taunt him a little, a teeny tiny bit.

🐶 Thinking about it, I believe Gabe would not be into heavy degradation, no, he’d enjoy you praising him over and over much more. He’d take great pride in being your puppy, trying his best to avoid any shortcomings that would lead you to scold him. However, if that kind of situation was to arise, you’d correct him softly, gently pointing out what displeased you, and the hardest punishment (more of a funishment, really) he’d ever get from you would be going to the mall with you on the weekend while wearing a plug to fill him up all nice and snug as you occupy yourself with swatching eyeshadows, asking him which one’s he likes best. The green sparky one or the rather toned-down, chocolate brown one? Decisions, decisions…

Sweet Gabriel would try so hard to wrap his mind around the colorful swipes of makeup on the back of your hand but it would be to no avail. The way the plug pressed against his prostate just right, keeping his cock hard right out there, in public would have his face flushed with a wash of red for the entirety of the shopping trip, would have him begging and whining about needing to go to the restrooms to just quickly relieve himself of the pulsing hard-on in his pants. Oh, poor puppy, sucks to be you right now, no, Gabe? Tough luck but that sweet sweet release would have to wait until back at home.

[kojinnie]

Why you should NOT date AOT boys...

Headcanon on what kind of headache you're bound for when dating the AOT boys, and why I advise you NOT to date them! Enjoy, loves!

levi - eren - armin - reiner

part two here | erwin - zeke - jean - connie

— LEVI

He's an incredible man with a lot of talents and he'd be doing real good at his job, that dating him would give you a huge sense of pride. However, this man suffers from being emotionally constipated. He'd always keep you in the fine line of "are we or are we not?", even though you’ve been seeing each other for a long time. He’d never say “I love you” or any type of flashy display of affection. His love language is acts of service and quality time, so if you’re the type to wanting outward reassurance of how someone feels about you, Levi’s not gonna be the person to give you that. 

This problem stems from his deep, unresolved insecurity about the nature of relationship. It’s not just the “Am I good enough?”, he genuinely thinks that he is not a good person, and thus the inherent belief that everybody will abandon him in the end  — something he picks up from his traumatic childhood. He’s wary about establishing relationship because he’s afraid to succumb into his own feelings and vulnerability. He fears at certain point he has to feel and suffer the emotional consequence of being left by someone he cares for. He dreads the idea of getting caught off-guard with being fragile.

You gotta be extremely patient and understanding when it comes to Levi, the reassurance needs to come from you, and frequently too. Bluntly saying, “I’ll stick around” or “I’ll accept your shortcoming” is really soothing for Levi, because although he never shows it, he really thinks he does not deserve you.

— EREN

If you wanna be frustrated in a relationship where you constantly feel like you’re in an endless coaster, then dating Eren gotta be your poison. Sure the honeymoon phase was intoxicating, sure he makes you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. The morning text, the playful neck peck out in the public, the butterflies you feel in your tummy when you catch him staring at you even from afar with those oh so enthralling green eyes. But once the honeymoon phase over, Eren is quick to get bored. Especially if you’re an unproblematic, matter-of-fact type of person. Eren likes to fight, he gets thrilled by it, and he’s high with the rush of adrenaline. He likes it if you’re jealous, if you sulk, if you argue. He likes you to be ‘childish’ because then he gets to be the adult, the savior, the knight in shining armor. It grinds his gears. If you’re unfazed by his antics, if you’re easy to forgive, if you’re chill, Eren will think that you’re not really into him, and will exit the closest door out before his ego gets bruised even further.

Eren is sort of babied by people around him – his parents, his friends, and constantly being compared to his older brother doesn’t help either. He realizes that he got saved a lot of times by a lot of people. And this creates a deeply rooted insecurity with him that turns into an incessant impostor syndrome. The constant thought of not being good enough and the idea that all the achievement he’s ever got was the result of someone else’s help really crush him. You can shower him with praises and reassurance, but he would completely dismiss it, because he thinks your compliments are not based on objective views and that he does not deserve it. He painfully seeks for approval from any authority figure that (he thinks) does not have any emotional connection with him. And it can be really hurtful when he constantly dismisses your sincere compliments while desperately chasing from others who don’t care about him.

— ARMIN

It’s really hard to hate Armin. He’s a really nice man through and through, but what is his strength can also be his deepest weakness. He’s too nice and unsure about a lot of things. He knows he is knowledgeable, but he often doubts himself for being too ‘text-book smart’. Which is a valid cause, because at times he would get very oblivious to how relationship works, and treat feelings like it’s a quantifiable system. It will literally take years for him to finally get down and say how he feels about you, because all these times he was so busy filling the check-list in his mind to convince himself whether you truly like him or not, even though you couldn’t be any clearer with your intention towards him.

He is perceptive with what you think and how you feel, unfortunately this does not materialize into any action as he doubts his own intuition when it comes to his significant other. He fears that his own sentimentality has affected his intuitive judgment and thus deems it invalid, which is completely untrue because every hunch he has about you has always been accurate! That’s just how much he understands and knows you from years of quietly observing and taking each of your word into account.

He really relies on you sitting him down and telling him in details how you feel and the things you expect from him. He will do it, in a flash with no hesitation, but really, he just needs that verbal affirmation that he is doing the things that you want, and it’s not just based on his assumption. So, if you like sweet surprises, impulsive dates and expect your significant other to read your mind, Armin might not be the person.

— REINER

Oh my, truthfully, he is such a sweetheart, and can be completely smitten for the entirety of his life if he has found that one person. However, it’s a treacherous road for both Reiner and you to get to that stage. Initially, when you start to get closer to him, he may seem rigid and uninterested. The first date you had with him probably went awkward and although you really liked him, you were pretty sure he didn’t like you back, until he texted you the morning after, asking for a second date. That’s basically how being with Reiner is, a series of you being sure that he feels nothing towards you, only for his following action to prove the otherwise. He is really awful in displaying his emotion, he tries to be stoic all the time, and it often frustrates you because you cannot really tell how he feels, and you fear that you might have hurt him without realizing.

He may start to open up, only when you open up first about yourself. He thrives in romance with someone who he thinks shares his inner pain, and that’s very important for him, because he is always in a position where everyone expects him to be strong, and to have a significant other that understands his struggle is all he wants. But this gets hard for you, because sometimes Reiner’s sadness can be quite extreme and you cannot match that. Once Reiner realizes that you’re not on the same boat, he may become withdrawn, as he thinks he’s a burden and inadequate for you, and may end up self-sabotaging the whole relationship he has with you.

Although he does not like to admit it, but Reiner often slips into his sadness too deep, that it almost seems like he victimizes himself with his self-hatred. He will be the one to say stupid shit like, “You deserve someone better.” Or “I cannot make you happy.” When in fact you are perfectly willing to be with him all the way through.

With Reiner, you gotta be the bigger person, with bigger gestures and bigger patience. It’s because Reiner needs an anchor and a figure to lean on. In returns he would be the best lover that you will ever have for he is selfless and will be helplessly devoted to you.

Racking my brain writing for the rest of the boys (Erwin, Jean, Connie, Pocko) because they're the ones we SHOULD date.

Update: Thanks thanks thanks for everyone who read this! I received a lot of love and you dunno how much this encourages me to keep going. Anyway, 2 things:

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