#shit posting at 1am

[konigsblog]

simon definitely scares you with his large figure at random times at 3am when you're grabbing water.

he'll just he sat there, sipping on his tea that doesn't look much like black tea despite what he'd said. milky and sugary, nothing like the hardened lieutenant who was bitter cold.

“simon.. what are you doing?” you question, rubbing your eyes.

“me? what are you doing? it's 3am, thought your lazyass would be asleep.”

“is that tea? at 3am? with sugar and milk...? simon, you said you liked bla–”

“go to bed, love, you're hallucinating..”

[criminalcinnamon]

Alecody.

[yikes-ajax]

I dont have a clever and witty sarcastic comment tonight, I just think she's cute

[nyaagolor]

You know I didn’t realize after AA5/6 just how badly I needed a judicial assistant who was like. Respected and valued by their attorney. Seeing how highly Ryu thinks of Susato is such a breath air after so many variations of the Manzai duo vibes

In case 4 when Van Zieks insults her and Ryu IMMEDIATELY snaps back with “I consider her advice essential and her assistance invaluable. Please go ahead, Susato” he instantly became my favorite. Put some respect on her name

[vanyafresita]

what an interesting reading...

[biocrafthero]

Could not get this out of my mind after beating the secret boss

[hiddenmisc]

Love that it was not even two seconds before Zane practically declares he'd throw it all away for her. (Then proceeds to give her half his freaking heart not even like, 5 episodes later) if true love is not this then I don't want it

Can't believe we got this amazing ship in the same breath we got the fucking disaster that was the Cole Jay Nya love soap opera fr

[starcurtain]

Given that we know Ratio's home world takes inspiration from ancient Rome and ancient Greece, including their clothing...

What if we are all over here calling Ratio slutty for his waist cut-outs, only to get to his home planet and find out he's more covered than 99% of the population and they all think he's a prude for not having at least one (1) whole tit out?

Like, what are we going to do if Ratio's chest cut-out turns out to be the Veritas Prime equivalent of a Victorian girl showing only one ankle??

[nothingbutnowhere]

Part 2 soft!Simon x hypervigilant!reader

Part 1

You don't absolutely need to read the last part to understand this, but it's in the same universe.

Edit for explanation in notes I forgot not everyone knows what a CPAP device is lol, someone tell my why I have sleep headcanons for all my blorbos

Notes: domestic as fuck, Simon snores & uses a CPAP (a device that helps with sleep apnea, looks like this, he definitely has to use a full mask there's no way that man's nose isn't broken to hell and back and has difficulty breathing, why do you think he wears a mask (so he can breathe warm, humid air which is much better for your lungs)) reader is referred to as 'girl' by Simon, referenced off screen sex, teasing and banter

...

The after-sex-cuddles-but-before-bed ritual is set in stone. You both get up, Simon folds up the sex blanket (second best purchase of your life) and cleans your vibrator (the best purchase of your life), while you prep a warm washcloth. He helps you wipe down, he calls you 'messy girl' each time like he didn't contribute half of it. You still blush.

Brushing your teeth together, it often hits you how domestic this all is. Some nights it's painful and Simon holds you until you stop shaking, other nights you're smiling so hard it's difficult to brush. Tonight is somewhere in the middle. Melancholic. Quiet. He shoos you into the bedroom after you're done, turning off the light and closing the door on the way out.

Simon grabs you as soon as you sit on the bed and pulls you down into him, strong arms surrounding you, face nuzzling into your neck like a cat. But you see through the trick.

"Put your CPAP on before you fall asleep."

"Don' wanna," he says sleepily, "Can't do this w'the bloody thing on."

It's true, spooning with the CPAP sucks (unless he's the little spoon) but that's not what the current objective is.

"Simon," you warn.

You try to wriggle out of his arms to no avail.

"Simon Riley put it on right now or so help me god you'll be sleeping on the couch for the next week," your mock 'upset' tone is always only half serious, made even less so by the punctuating yawn.

For both your sake's you need the 'bloody thing'. For one, you'll sleep like shit if he's snoring in your ear and for two he's always in a much better state when sleeping with the CPAP. He's told you he sleeps like shit when he's gone and you tut that it's because he doesn't have access to it. He said it was 'cause he didn't have access to something else and that was the end of that conversation (he went to bend you over the kitchen counter but you slipped away giggling, only to end up tossed over his shoulder on the way to the bedroom).

"Simon."

When he doesn't move you jam your elbow back into him.

He doesn't so much as grunt at the attack, only grumbles and flips over, sitting up to flick on the lamp and mess with the machine.

You watch him as he does, muscular back on display and you resist the urge to run your hand over, lest you disrupt the process. 

He may tease you gently about your 'princess alarm clock' that wakes you up with light and birdsong, but you get him right back with references to his 'CPAP deluxe'. It's got the warm air humidifier for his 'delicate nose', all the bells and whistles.

He finishes and turns the lamp off, leaving the faint light of the street lamp to illuminate the room and him as he turns back around.

"There's my scuba diver," you giggle, tapping the mask softly.

He sighs, knowing he can't make a convincing comeback with the mask on- you'll only laugh at his attempts- and lays down on his back. You immediately snuggle up against his side, hugging his arm, leg thrown over his. His hand cradles your face for a moment, thumb sliding over your lips as a good night kiss before laying his hand over yours on his chest. 

It's peaceful like this. Before you needed silence to sleep but you've gotten used to the CPAP. Mostly because it means Simon's home. And now when he's gone you have to put on white noise to sleep. Nothing your princess alarm clock can't handle. There's been lots of big and small changes since Simon wedged in to your life with his puns and banter and menacing figure but it's been more than worth it.

"Love you," Simon mumbles through the mask.

"Love you too."

...

I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Part 1

A/N: I made this account to write smut and here I am with the softest slice of life blurb. Oh well. Maybe I'll write the bit after the 'access' comment, there's lots of fun places that could go.

[konigsblog]

simon is a warm lover, ghost is a cold lover.

simon will make sure you're warm, covered in kisses and cuddles, your body rested beside his while he gazes over at your beauty. how you wriggle in your sleep, awakening the easily woken soldier, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he felt your heartbeat against his palm.

during sex, simon kissed you tenderly. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, make you feel pleasure and desire, blissful expression and his heart thumping against your chest as he thrusted deep into you. he made love, rather than fucked hard, fucked raw. simon riley would place his dog tags around your neck afterwards, fiddling with them between his two calloused fingers, his body pressed against yours as you slept peacefully.

ghost, wasn't simon. he couldn't be, not even if he wanted. his heart was cold and withered away like the dead roses in your vase. your hands against his, declining and rejecting your love and affection as he mourned the loss of fallen soldiers and those mothers left alone, struggling. he himself couldn't face the fact that he was a murderer, a man who put bullets in people's skulls, who had crimson stained and engraved into the souls of his shoes. impossible to scrub off no matter how frantically or erratically he tried.

he wouldn't look at you, he'd give you the cold shoulder out of fear that you'd see the cruel monster inside his eyes, not the man you fell head over heels with. he couldn't deny you for long, rolling over while you slept lonely, his burly arms tightened around you as he pressed loving kisses onto your cheek. finally able to love you once again, to show his true love for you.

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[4suitedplayingcard]

pretend im saying something funny here goodbye

[m-joker777]

OMG THEY’RE PERFECT 😭😭😭😭

[muppetjackrackham]

sweeney todd 2023 + tumblr text posts

[ikeepforgettimypassword]

Following my Sam & Max hyper fixation off of a cliff as i play all of their remastered telltale games until i can no longer comprehend any of the dialogue

[piranya]

2005 -> 2013 -> 2024

i re-redesigned my old pokemon oc Deveon that i used to roleplay as on furcadia. lol. ref sheet under cut

(not really a """mode""" it can literally just stand up & put on clothes if it feels like it)

[bolt-x0]

Zloyxp,,,

Borzoi,,,

BORZLOY