#there's just so much to work with here and i'm interested to

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: rom-com movie quotes that describe your future spouse’s thoughts

Hello and welcome to this reading. In here I will give you some romance-comedy movie quotes that describe your future spouse’s thoughts. I hope you enjoy and find this fun!

masterpost > paid readings > patreon masterlist

for the extended version of this reading and 90+ exclusive and extended pac's check put my patreon

Pile 1:

“You had me at ‘hello.’” – Jerry Maguire

“I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.” – You’ve Got Mail

“To me, you are perfect.” – Love Actually

“I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” – Notting Hill

“I think I'd miss you even if we'd never met.” – The Wedding Date

“I like you very much. Just as you are.” – Bridget Jones’s Diary

“Is it still raining? I hadn't noticed.” – Four Weddings and a Funeral

“You make me want to be a better man.” – As Good As It Gets

“I love you. I knew it the minute I met you.” – Silver Linings Playbook

“If you're a bird, I'm a bird.” – The Notebook

extended reading > paid readings

Pile 2:

“Help me help you.” – Jerry Maguire

“I’m not great at the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?” – Friends

“Nobody thinks it will work, do they?” “No. You just described every great success story.” – Notting Hill

“Marriage is a big commitment, it’s not like buying a car.” – Runaway Bride

“It's not about being perfect. It's about trying.” – Music and Lyrics

“I'm not a smart man, but I know what love is.” – Forrest Gump

“Do I love him? I love him for the man he wants to be, and I love him for the man he almost is.” – Jerry Maguire

“Sometimes you got to work for love. Sometimes love means taking out the garbage.” – Forces of Nature

“I’m not really the kind of person who has relationships.” – Trainwreck

“You think I’m too sarcastic? Well, sarcasm is my love language.” – Friends with Benefits

extended reading > paid readings

Pile 3:

“I’ll have what she’s having.” – When Harry Met Sally

“You make me laugh… even when I want to punch you.” – 10 Things I Hate About You

“I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void.” – The Fault in Our Stars

“So you’re telling me there’s a chance!” – Dumb and Dumber

“I'm not superstitious, but I am a little- stitious.” – The Office

“Why is it when I’m having fun, it’s wrong?” – My Best Friend’s Wedding

“You’re so vain. You probably think this movie is about you.” – Clueless

“We’re adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?” – New Girl

“She doesn't even go here!” – Mean Girls

“You smell like pine needles and you have a face like sunshine!” – Bridesmaids

extended reading > paid readings

[astroyosei]

［愛］how would they show their love to you?

　—　safe for minors !

　—　fluffy, long + detailed !

　—　the casettes are numbered from

　　　　　　　　　　　left to right, 1- 2- 3 !

- Casette 1 -

your cards: the chariot, the ace of pentacles, the temperance reversed (lol), the IX of pentacles reversed, the king of pentacles👌

I feel like they are reallyyy into big gestures and moves when it comes to showing affection for you! I'm thinking of things like dressing up nicely, picking you up with a nice, impressive, well-kept car, going into an expensive restaurant. Like literally put on a show for you... Getting strong leo venus vibes here ngl!✨

I think they are the classical, "oldschool" gentleman type. I could clearly see a big pretty boquet of amazing fresh bloodred roses.❤️ I think they would LOVE to make every cliché thing straight out of a romcom movie to come alive in your romance.... They feel like you deserve it. That you deserve every miracle, and exaggeration, and cringey- cheesy thing they Ever saw in their life!😂😂😂

I also could feel that they are the type of men who really like to take good care of themselves!❤️ Nicely cut, clean nails and hair. And i think they smell like really good omg!!!.. you know what they might be actually straight off a fan of perfumes!!

No, they don't think it's girly. They don't think it's manly either. They just think it's a part of being a decent, clean, respectful hygienic person. Also stylish. Genderlessly. But that's strongly feels like the second most important thing here. Def the decent part is the first here👏👏

They feel like a HEALTHY masculine man!!! Who's manly enough to allow themselves to be "girly" you know what i mean. To be gentle, emotional, soft(!), sensitive, nurturing, observant, calm, collected.... features we consider divine or traditionally feminine traits.

And they doing ALL THESE naturally already! Like already before being in a relationship with you. Even before meeting you! In their everyday lives, without having their ego and pride in shambles. You'll meet them having this state of mind already and you'll love it.♡ (me too, cause honestly... It's hard to find a real man like this): )

- Casette 2 -

your cards: the VIII of pentacles reversed, the II of swords reversed, the strength(❤️!), the fool, the II of cups🥺 -

Straight off the bat, i can see that they are a very nature- orinted, or nature- lover person! I feel like they have a very strict, 9-5 / 8-4 all-day-in-the-office kind of job, so they really enjoy being outdoors, seeing plants (trees foremost!) as a high contrast to what they're seeing all day at work😂 poor thing..

I also feel like they really enjoy looking at the colors of nature... So the first thing that came to my mind about them is...Surprise trips into the nature!✨ They would genuiely cherish sharing their "comfort spaces" or such with you. I'm thinking, sharing quality time with you might be their first or most important love language!❤️

I feel like, many of you who choose this pile, ain't really a fan right now of being outdoors, hiking, going to forest trips and such, so this will be a wild new experience for you, to go dates like this✨ but let me tell you, even if you didn't think like this or didn't think about this before, y'all will enjoy it very much!!!🥰

I feel like this will be for the minority of the people who choose this pile: so you were already familiar with relaxing and spending time outdoors like this, so it won't be a whole new experience for you. But it will feel definitely different - an intimate and bonding experience with Them🥰<3 maybe even y'all will feel like this whole thing feels new with Them on your side ngl<3 it definitely feels special, calming and bonding at the same time

Side note, they might be also interested in photography - so it's not just about drinking in all those beautiful scenes and sights but also capturing them to keep these moments like forever -

- Casette 3 -

your cards: the moon reversed, the hermit reversed (omg😭), the II of cups, the X of swords reversed, the page of pentacles i -

This spread was more like their very own personal story they decided to bravely tell you - you better embrace it, they're SHY

So I honestly feel like y'alls future spouses - or next partners, or the one you thought about;) are just reallyy the shy type when it comes to showing affection oh my god!😭 I feel like they are naturally like this in their everyday life, even when it's not about romance though:) but i feel like y'all will find them cute for this for real:3 -

These ppl will prefer to say this way honestly even after the two of you start this relationship - no, definitely not because they don't like you. They rlly like u. A. Lot. So much it feels overwhelming to them. Don't make fun of them pls😤 - no, I don't feel like you will. Banter about it, yeah. But y'all love these kind of men, and you know how sensitive they are, and you will lovingly take care of their gentle heart❤️

So expressing things gonna start becoming extra when you're low🥺 they will feel like you just neeeed to feel that extra care and lob they have for u (all the time, they just keep it lowkey, to stay true to themselves. Like authentic) and they're here for your service ma'am🥺

they will RUN in fact, for your service. Smelling virgo juno vibes ifkyk;) in these cases, they will prefer to use two primary love language to express their love for you.🫶 And one is them will definitely be physical touch.

Like they would be the type to give you a massage or run a bath for you, when u don't feel really nice🥺 even without you telling them that it would feel nice, or that it would make you feel better.. they know it babe. They already know it, they already know you, how you function, what could help, and they be already doing it, without you having to left a finger.🙏 They feel like a blessing fr!...

I also think they are a big fan of cuddling in general, and they would be at it even More, when they know you're exhausted, mentally or physically.

They would pick you up from the ground (theoretically or literally) and let you lay your head on their chest, while they would be whispering sweet little nothings or supporting words into your ear (flexing their second love language aka words of affirmation!✨) They would do this only for you. To soothe your tired soul and body❤️ they are a keeper. you should keep them too❤️

𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

silver stars falling gif dividers credits to the(ir) owner(s). gonna upload this part when i find it

casette pictures are from pinterest

white bow + lace divider credits to the(ir) owner(s). gonna upload this part as well when i find it

pink hearts gif divider is from @anitalenia

pink floral + checkered dividers are from @diviniyae

[kxsagi]

Can I request BLLK characters with a flirty and friendly reader? It’s like they are approachable and very playful with friends (both genders) and have a way with words, but they’re all platonic and they do draw boundaries when needed.

Thank you very much!

“𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬”

a/n: yw!! though i'm guessing reader views the boys in a platonic way? either way, i'm sure they find your duality very attractive!

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

isagi was so confused at first. 

like you casually told a barista “thanks, handsome” and he stood there blinking like “what does this mean. are we in competition.” 

but you just… talk like that to everyone? 

once he realized you’re not trying to make anyone fall in love, he relaxed. 

but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous silently. 

like you’d jokingly say “oh my gosh marry me” to reo because he paid for your drink and isagi would just lean in like, “you want to talk about that?” “talk about what?” “you proposing to other people.” 

please. you call him “lover boy” and ruffle his hair like you’re a boy band manager. 

and he acts like he doesn’t love it but that man eats it up. 

secretly loves when you say flirty things but then go “ew no, not you” to everyone else that tries to talk the same way. 

itoshi rin

the walking semi-green flag with rage issues. 

he did not get your vibe at first. 

your friendliness? your compliments?? the way you giggled with shidou over a dumb joke??? 

he absolutely thought you were the type who led people on and dipped. 

until you cut someone off with the most polite “hey, i’m just friendly, not interested, okay?” 

rin just stood there, stunned. 

you flirt like a well-read poet, and you mean none of it. 

and now? oh he’s obsessed. 

you tell him “damn, you look good enough to ruin my life today” and he doesn’t even blink. “then do it.” “oh please. i have taste.” 

he smirks. not because you rejected him, but because you still chose him. 

watches you charm a whole room and then lean on his shoulder. yeah. this is peak romance for him. 

mikage reo

lives for the drama. 

you’re his bestie and his fake girlfriend depending on the context. 

he encourages your flirtiness. 

“yeah, yeah, call him sweetheart, make him trip over his words.” 

he loves that you’re so charismatic, but what really got him was how you keep boundaries like a pro. 

like the moment someone takes it too far, you give them that smile like: “i’m here for fun, not for you, sit down.” 

and reo claps like a proud stage mom. “your honor, that’s my platonic soulmate.” 

you guys flirt with each other all the time but there’s zero tension. “damn, reo, if you weren’t rich and hot, i’d still use you for your credit card.” “and i’d let you, sugarplum.” 

sometimes people ask if you’re dating and you’re both like “ew.” 

kaiser michael

“so you flirt with everyone?” “no. just people who won’t fall in love with me.” “... you sure about that?” 

at first, he thought you were fake. that your friendliness was a mask or manipulation. 

but the longer he watched, the more he realized: you’re just like that. 

the type who can compliment someone’s cologne and follow it up with a “now scoot, i got better things to do.” 

and he finds it hilarious. 

sometimes tries to bait you. “so you think i’m charming?” “in a used car salesman kind of way.” 

he definitely tries to flirt harder just to see if he can make you fold. 

but jokes on him – you flirted with a security guard to skip a line last week, you fear no man. 

still, you never cross lines, and he respects that more than he lets on. 

shidou ryusei

ah. yes. his first words to you were probably: “you got a mouth on you, huh?” and you were like “don’t talk about my mouth unless you can handle it.” 

instant friendship. 

you both flirt for fun. he’s unhinged. you’re smooth. it works. 

the only difference is you know when to stop. 

he once said something wildly inappropriate to you in public and you hit him with that “shidou. line. crossed.” 

he was lowkey stunned. “what? but i thought–” “i flirt. not entertain.” 

he’s weirdly respectful of that boundary now. “yo this is my bestie, she’ll call you ‘lover’ then ignore your texts for a week.” 

if anyone tries to hit on you too seriously, shidou will bark. like actually. 

you two are menace duo certified. 

karasu tabito

you two bounce off each other like comedians. 

your banter is immaculate. 

he flirts, you flirt back, but it’s like a roast battle with sexual tension that doesn’t exist. 

“damn, you always dress like you have a date with bad decisions.” “i was hoping you'd be one of them.” 

everyone thinks y’all are dating. you're not. you just have mental illness chemistry. 

but karasu sees how smooth you are with other people too, and he’s always impressed with how you de-escalate situations. 

like someone tries to flirt for real and you handle it like a seasoned bartender. 

and karasu’s in the background going “get ‘em, tiger.” 

sometimes he lies and tells people he’s your ex just to see their reactions. 

you lie back and say he cried when you broke up. 

best duo. 

nagi seishiro

doesn’t get it at all. 

you called him “baby” once and he choked on his chips. “are you flirting?” “nah.” “so why say that?” “because you looked cute eating.” “... oh.” 

but he likes it?? he thinks it’s funny?? 

people try to warn him like “dude she flirts with everyone” and he’s like “yeah it’s nice.” 

you’re the first person who talks a lot that he’s not annoyed by. 

and you always defend him in public. 

someone calls him lazy? you’re like “don’t talk about my man like that. platonically.” 

you once said “he’s my son, my sugar baby, and my unpaid intern.” 

he calls you “girl boss” now. 

he’s proud of you for shutting people down politely, but firmly. 

if anyone ever got too bold with you, he’d just walk up and nap on your shoulder. possessively. 

itoshi sae

you thought he hated you. 

he thought you were exhausting. 

but then he saw how strategic you are about your friendliness. 

like, you’ll flirt with someone just to get better customer service, but the moment they think they can touch your waist, you’re ice cold. 

and sae was like oh. she’s not a flirt. she’s a tactician. 

now? he calls you “con artist.” 

you would say “you’re just mad i’m prettier than you.” sae would respond with “delusional. and manipulative. i like it.” 

he’s not the jealous type, but he is observant. 

watches your every move when you’re out. 

not because he doesn’t trust you, he just wants to see how many people fall for you when you’re not even trying. 

occasionally throws in a dry “you done seducing the world?” you grin. “not yet. wanna help?” he rolls his eyes but follows you anyway. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

this is going to be long . but at this point what else do you expect from me .

i've always had a Feeling that ragatha might've gone through abuse since the pilot , and the feeling got stronger with each new episode . her lines employed a lot of passive voice ; which speaks to how astronomically Low her self-esteem is without actually saying it . on top of that , her behavior blared those alarms for me . constantly blaming herself ? people-pleasing ? emotional repression ? they're hallmarks of the fawn response . you know ... one of the four f's of Trauma Responses .

now knowing that aspect of her backstory it ... Sadly makes sense . did i see it coming ? yes . do i still find it sad how it puts so much of her behavior into perspective ? also yeah .

just taking notes from her present behavior and the tiny hints given of her home life , i imagine she grew up in an overly-controlling , repressive environment deprived of love and affection . the perfect incubation chamber for one , fully fucked-up child , basically . it's no wonder that ragatha's desperate for companionship and validation — because it's something that was never given to her all her life . there's a pit where a mother's love should've filled .

with no mention of her father or any other relative , it paints ... a very bleak and isolating picture . like , no wonder she misses her horses , i think the animals were the Only thing that brought her joy in that farm . either her dad is absent OR if we consider how traditionally feminine ragatha is ( being demure , modest and passive ) , it could be a conservative household that's patriarchal ... or maybe she's a child of divorce . idk which one i prefer lol .

either way , she Might've had ... Zero Support ! i can't believe we've gotten to a point that i could confidently say i was a lot Nicer to ragatha than gooseworx was . like the implications here are Not pretty . it could explain why she's desperately grasping for Any strand of companionship she could have in the circus .

obviously , fawning comes from appeasing to The Threat , and you can make an argument that by appeasing to a non-existent threat in the circus , she thinks she's avoiding The Scenario™ .

but something is telling me that she was taught all her life that love is to be Earned . that you have to Prove that you are worthy of being Loved . and of course , not being able to meet her mother's impossible expectations , she didn't really ... get it . and now being in an environment where there's people that actually Cares for her , she's Grasping . she's keeping them Pleased because It's All She Has . seeking warmth in a dwindling fire kind of thing .

BUT THAT'S JUST MY INTERPRETATION . i'm not really completely with it but ! it's what i came up with . whatever interpretation you can come up with , it adds a level of tragedy into ragatha's increasing distance from the others . her pleasing works for Avoiding Conflict , not for Creating A Deep Connection . which is why i like that one line where gangle thanks ragatha for teaching her softball . ragatha sharing her interest instead of giving empty praise made them bond , yay !

so yeah ragatha needs to be spoiled and pampered lovingly this post is already long enough i'm going to drink water

[emeraldserenade]

So I’m a bit hooked on husband!Joaquin now 😶 could you write something a little angsty (they have an argument about Joaquin not checking in as consistently as he promised/wife working more to take her mind off of him being in danger all the time)? She tries to take off to get space and gets drunk at a bar and you can do what you would like next with the story. I’m just excited to see what you write ❤️❤️❤️

Check In ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: One argument, one creep at the bar, one apology, but two lovers

tw: fem!reader, husband!Joaquín, angst, reader gets harassed by creep at a bar, happy ending, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, Sid!! I'm glad someone else is just in love with husband!Joaquín as I am!!

➽──────────────❥

You knew what it meant when Joaquín asked you to marry him, it would be the same as now. You'd be worried about his safety and if he would even come back. But you loved him, you loved Joaquín so much that you said yes and married him anyway.

You hated fighting but Joaquín promised that he would call and check in more often than he was. You were even sure what was said, but you knew that Joaquín had to leave before the argument was over and could be resolved. So you threw yourself into work, you worked more and ignored when Joaquín would call to check in. You would only answer when you deemed it to be convenient or when you got back home.

✧°˖ . ݁˖︵‿❀‿︵˖ . ݁˖°✧

You were at the bar down the street from your work, you got off early that Friday and knew that Joaquín was probably waiting at home for you. You weren't ready to see him and go back to fighting, to having non constructive conversations. You knew you were drunk, not too much that you didn't know what was happening, but enough to no longer be as angry. That's when a man approached you, his smile too sharp and wide to be friendly. "What's a pretty lady like you doing alone?"

"I'm married," you slurred a bit and he laughed.

"Your husband doesn't have to know, he probably won't care. Why else would he leave such a pretty little lady like you all alone and drunk?" The man reached out to brush your hair off your shoulder and running down your chest before he rudely cupped your breast. You flinched back, you weren't sure what to say but thankfully you didn't have to.

"I do know and I do care," Joaquín's voice was soothing to you, even when you were upset with him. You looked over at him with glassy eyes, you wanted to throw yourself in his arms but you felt too dirty after how the man touched you. "I suggest you walk away from my wife before I do something I'd rather not have to," Joaquín raised his eye brow as he slowly stepped closer to the man.

"Whatever, man. She ain't that pretty anyway," he mumbled before walking off, you wanted to sob. The alcohol and emotions from the encounter making you overwhelmed.

"Come on, let's go home," Joaquín said, throwing money on the counter.

"I already paid," you mumbled but Joaquín didn't care, he was more worried about the tears running down your face. He frowned at the sight and made the mental note to ask in the car. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Sam was taking me home and I saw your car in the parking lot," Joaquín said, leading you to the car. You climbed into the passenger seat and slumped against the window. You didn't look at Joaquín when he got in and started the car, you just stared out the window and cried. You were almost home when you finally couldn't handle the silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for letting him touch me," you sobbed, your guilt eating you alive. "I didn't do anything but tell him I'm married. Maybe if I had said that I wasn't interested he wouldn't have-" Joaquín cut you off by harshly pulling into the driveway.

"No," Joaquín firmly said, turning to look at you. "No, this is not your fault, ok? He's the one that should be apologizing," Joaquín told you, his eye blazing.

"But," you wanted to argue but you didn't have the heart to continue. "Thank you for not being mad at me," you whispered, wrapping your arms around your middle as your insecurities started to get louder.

"Let's go inside," Joaquín sighed and you nodded, you were slowly getting more sober. You followed Joaquín into the house, your vision blurry as you cried. You sat down on the couch and stripped the shirt you were wearing off, it left you in nothing but your pants and bra.

"Will you let me burn that shirt?" You asked, scared to even wear it again. Joaquín said nothing as he sat down next to you, he held his hands out and you took them.

"Y/n, I'm not mad at you. I wasn't mad when I left and I'm not mad now. I know I said I'd check in when I could and I know I've been slacking on it. And I am so so sorry about that, but I am not mad," Joaquín said, looking you in the eyes so you could see the seriousness in them.

"I'm sorry for yelling," you whispered. "I'm sorry for not being more understanding about your check ins, I know you're a busy man," you sighed, your tears still flowing. "And I'm sorry for letting that man-" Joaquín cut you off with a gentle hand squeeze.

"You do not need to apologize for another man's actions, ok? I trust you and I know you wouldn't let that happen normally. I know you love me because you show me everyday, and because you married me," Joaquín said. You broke at his words and hugged him, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed a little more. "Do you want to shower? I'll make dinner and we can watch whatever movie you want," Joaquín offered and you nodded into his neck but made no move to leave his embrace. Joaquín wasn't going to force you to move, not until you were ready, but he knew he needed to actually have a conversation about how to fix his check in problem when you weren't drunk and your emotions were so high. For now, he would hold you while you soaked up the comfort before making you both dinner and curling up on the couch together.

➽──────────────❥

Masterlist | Requests If you want to be added to the tag list, follow the directions on my masterlist

[zombee04]

The full description for those curious.

Unfortunately I was a fucking excited dumbass and bought the patreon yesterday before scrolling down to see her latest works.

I think one of the things that bugs me the MOST in all of this is the aged up design used is diffrent to the one she has made in the past, this uh 'aged up' design resembling more towards Aliza when she first fell but w b**bs (sorry idk tumblrs censoring system too well), than the adult design SAS posted in 2022. I do have access to the full pic bc again I was the idiot that bought the patreon thing before noticing the uh top posts but here's a comparison of the free to view thumbnail (again even tho I have access to the premium one I dont wanna download it or share it both for personal morals and also idk patrons tos that well and also PERSONAL MORALS)

Left is the.. mmm.... right is the adult design she posted on twitter in 2022. Again this is nit picky but just a personal uhm idk the word it hurts? Feels gross.

Again at this point in time I have no idea what to believe rn and ik I'm just being bias and uh parasocial to the media but I truly truly hope shes not a pdf and is just an idiot that drew it in poor taste as like a self insert type thing but again I DONT THINK SO?? I THINK IM JUST IN DENIAL??? IDK it's horrible it's a nightmare and thank you to those who came out abt it on my behalf, genuinely I don't know how to feel about this

Horrortale has meant so much to me, as it has for so so many other people. The fandom has been so wholesome and I want to send my love to the others that were really attached to this fandom too. It's been such a long going series with alot of original and interesting stuff I just hhhtkhdihskhshahananaaaaaa. I know its an escape for alot of people not just me. Both the cannon and fannon stuff

Althought personally I'm still ripped apart, i think it's fine to still read the comic as long as you don't interact with the material? Idk. It's up to you. I am still personally torn and just really wish this never happened

Anyways I'm still very new to posting on tumblr but if your able to comment under here without it bugging froggo (idk if tumblr let's you do that if you repost or if it goes straight to the original post??) But if if is just like a thing where it's only under my post then feel free to type out your own feelings qnd experiences with the fandom

I wanna thank my friends for being there for me the past 24 hours, it's genuinely meant alot being able to talk about this with others and their patience with my rants about this really really means more than I can say, so uh I wanna pay that fowards I guess, feel free to rant in the replies or anonymously in the asks if you want, I wont post them unless like I have something to add to it ig

Uhm yeah heart goes out to everyone and big thank you to my friends (idk if I should say here or not bc yk but yk who you are) uhm genuinely ik I haven't shown it much but after the irl shit that's happened before this and then discovering this, your support has meant everything to me

Ok I'm rambling bye

Horrortale’s creator caught proshipping

This just in folks, Horrortale’s creator Sour Apple Studios caught not only proshipping BUT making suggestive art of an original character WHO IS A MINOR

June 1st, the pride month before the fall, the patron unveiled this here post featuring not only Aliza’s rear end as front and center but said rear end being on Sans Horrortale’s lap. Thats right, the creator is stepping above and beyond in “what the fuck”age by not only inventing a minor character but making self-described mature art about them.

Using my newfound knowledge of how to DO a read more Ive even included the proof below the read more, it’s also publicly viewable on the website at this point in time and while the way back machine doesn’t seem to be loading the images you can at least confirm the text matches with these disgusting, distasteful screenshots

[mongoosemagazine]

Anti-socialMedicReader! x Smug Ghost

Warning: Reader is autistic coded, mentions of preferences (ghost) slow burn if this is multiple parts, mentions of violence & blood

Medicreader! Who hates people trying to cope with Ghost who thinks it’s funny. He got pretty beat up during a mission, they were on a long deployment in a temporary base. She didn’t have any of her normal safe people with her, staying in her office all day and retreating into her sleep roll that night without so much of a word to anyone else. The guys couldn't help but react like they were seeing an endangered species whenever they caught a glance of her. 

Ghost dragged himself into the medbay, sluggish and worn, only to see who he oh so lovingly referred to as mouse perched behind her desk. Her meek little expression as she stood and pointed at the cot. He followed her command but his eyes tracked her as she moved across the room. “So am I ever going to hear your voice? Or are you mute or something?”

“Not mute” she collected her supplies on her dish and rolled the plate up next to his cot along with her ergonomic chair. “What happened?” She spoke quietly but unafraid.

“Bastard got a little too close and personal while I was busy with his mate-” he could see the slight upturn in her lips, cheeky bird. “But he's much worse off than I am, don't worry about your pretty head.”

“I wasn't worried” she tugged up his shirt to treat his wounds as he sat there taken aback by her bluntness. “That was mean…sorry” she sat awkwardly shifting slightly before admitting “ ...i'm not really sorry.”

This time he could feel the upturn in his own lips at her words. He puffed up his chest as she cleaned his wounds on his abdomen with warm soapy water, trying to seem like a tough man. “Did they get you anywhere else?” 

He tried to sit up a little only for her to grip his pant loop to keep him in place while she worked, a glare working as a warning. He cleared his throat awkwardly. A feeling that had been foreign to him for a good while, he was used to being the intimidating presence that evoked it in others. “No love, they couldn't if they tried”

“While obviously they could.” damn there was nothing he could say to flatter her at all, nothing to make her blush or swoon. Normally he wasn’t interested in making women react like that at all. Maybe because that came with his shape and build and as they always say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. “And I'm not your love. Lieutenant” 

Something in the way she said it made his heart feel weird, was he into being shut down like this? No no no…he was in control, he was respected…but something about this medic not giving a damn about him or his reputation just…did something for him. “So, how come you lock yerself in here all the time?”

“Cause you all bore me.” she replied frankly now locked in on the stitches she was weaving into the thin skin over his hip bone. “You’re all sweaty…gross and…loud..” she grimaced, “i don’t like people who don’t smell good.”

“I’ve a feeling you don’t like many people, mouse.” he sighed and gripped the metal bar holding the fabric of the cot. “You should try socialising more.”

“Says he” she scoffed as she started bandaging him up.

He smirked slightly as her snarky comment, “And how would you know anything about that, sweetheart” he propped himself up onto his forearms. 

“Just because I don't talk to people doesn't mean I'm not observant.” she taped down the gauze. “There. Come back tomorrow so I can clean and redress it. Don’t be a dumbass.”

“You didn’t correct me.” 

Her head turned up to look at him “what?” she furrowed her brows as she removed her blue latex gloves and cleaned her station, simon dressing himself in his bloodied shirt.

“I said you didn’t correct me…sweetheart” he held the door frame as he left the room, letting her stew in her own discomfort. 

She awkwardly stood and flexed her hand that had gripped his belt loop, it had been a while without genuine human contact.

part 2

[cod-indulgences]

Johnny Mactavish x reader, sub!Johnny, chastity cages, Dom!reader, implied Johnny x tf!141

Johnny's face is glowing red, all the way from ear to ear, and you can see him squirming from the corner of you eye as you hold the little gold key up to Price.

"Emergencies only," you say, "he can piss through it fine. I'm talking medical, contacting next of kin shit. Don't let him beg it off unless he's bleeding."

Price accepts the key with a sort of bemused half-smile, slipping it onto his dog tags as you watch. The match to it is on a chain around your neck.

Besides Soap, Ghost and Gaz are smirking, eyes flashing between you and Soap, the way he's trying desperately to avoid everyone's eyes, lingering on his groin. Nothing can be seen, of course- but they know.

Key transferred, you lean into Johnny, kissing his cheek even as he tries to straighten up, pretend he's not brick red, shaking a little. You hand slides right down his front, and he bites back a yelp when you cup him through his jeans. A nice, solid little palmful, the ridges of the cage just tangible to your fingers.

"Fuck, love, give it up," he hisses, and you grip him tighter.

"Not on your life, MacTavish. You're keeping that cock of yours right here where I know it's behaving," you say, and wink over to Gaz. "I'm sure your friends will be happy to check and make sure it's fitting well. What do you think, is that alright?" You turn so you're clearly addressing the others, Soap not even given a choice. "Mind helping a girl out here?"

Ghost claps a hand onto Soap's shoulder. You can see his cheeks curving with a grin through the mask. "With pleasure, love," and Price even chuckles as Soap fucking whines, "we'll send you photos even, if'n you like. Show you how we're taking good care of your lad and all."

You beam, getting up on your toes to kiss his cheek. "Thanks, Simon! I know he's in good hands."

You kiss Gaz and Price as well- Soap glaring and blushing and just trapped- before you cup your man's face in both hands and take his mouth for yourself, licking into him even as he grumbles and tries to fidget away, making sure he gets every suck of your lips and flick of your tongue, right there in front of his team, all of them knowing now that any attempt to chub up is going to be stopped by rings of solid surgical steel.

You can't wait to hear about their reaction to the little gold bow decorating the tip, matching the little golden keys, the first time they have a "check."

-

The first few photos are simple enough, close up snaps of Soap's cock red and swollen, straining in the cage, clearly worked up and regretting it.

The first video, though, is much more interesting.

[mona-risms]

Ok I was thinking about making a whole ass fic about this myself, but seeing your taking Hunter/x requests I thought I’d pitch this to see how you’d imagine it.

I imagined Amab Reader (I was thinking a guy best friend thing for Rumi) but knowing u don’t write men I’ll pitch this as Masc GN.

They grew up with Rumi, trained to be hunters with Rumi and eventually became Hunter/x dance/choreographer, that’s been in love with Rumi since the day they met, but they’ve never told her.

Mira and Zoey know but never outed them to Rumi, they go through the movie helping the girls and watching Rumi fall in love with Jinu, and they take it pretty well, it hurts like hell but all that matters is Rumi's happiness.

Eventually we reach the events where the girls find out Rumis a demon and Mira raises her weapon to her and Reader steps in between them and they all argue, basically the conclusion of the argument outing readers feelings for Rumi.

Mira is like “You’re in love with a demon!”

And readers like “No im in love with Rumi” cause it doesn’t matter to them what she is.

And I just imagine them and Rumi leaving, she’s still in love with Jinu so that confession doesn’t magically have them together or even kiss now. But Rumi knows, over everything she’s ever wanted.

She has one person that for sure loves all of her. Even the parts she thought were unlovable because even her aunt and pseudo mother couldn’t love them.

But reader is there no matter what, and just holds her as she breaks down, because of all the awful stuff she’s had to endure with her self image, and knowing now that she doesn’t have to feel the shame her aunt instilled in her

Sincerely the Tsaritsa/Pyro Archon Anon

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x gn!choreographer!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None. Maybe like one single mention in regards to how these events would be with a fem!reader but otherwise this is strictly gender neutral.

◆ NOTES: HELLO I DID SEE YOUR OTHER REQUEST AND I WAS GONNA WORK ON IT BEFORE KDH TOOK OVER MY BRAIN 😭😭😭 YES YOU CAN BE ☀️🌙 ANON FIRST OF ALL I' SO SORRY I HAVEN'T DONE THE OTHERS YET AND SECOND OF ALL THANK YOU FOR THE CONSIDERATION ☹️. Anyway read this for? The continuation? Not the right word but alas

It feels like sacrilege to write something about this because holy fuck this is already DEVASTATING as is 😭😭😭😭😭 WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS but god okay here we go

I'm just going to say to get it out of the way bc this is genuinely a thought I have—if this was a fem!reader thing, it'd be another form of devastation. Gonna state the obvious here but K-Pop idols being gay, while they definitely lean into the queer fanservice and it isn't illegal to be gay in South Korea, still isn't widely socially accepted (there are some exceptions that came out but it is VERY MINIMAL). I don't even think it'd ever register to Rumi that you'd ever be interested unless she had some sort of bi awakening or you flat-out spit it out. And even then considering how she was most likely raised by Celine to be a WEAPON in both demon slaying and idol stuff, along with being taught to hide herself, I don't even know if it'd be an easy thing to swallow. But that's just me okay ANYWAY moving on frfr

You two growing up together as childhood besties and Celine training the both of you since you were young gives you a sort of special bond that not even Zoey or Mira have bc I THINK iicr they had their own lives when they grew up before they got scouted by Celine (how tf would we know when they never go into it right 😓). The two of you have the most experience, and the rapport comes the easiest. But as much as Rumi wanted to tell you about her demonic heritage, Celine has it drilled even deeper than you that she NEEDS to hide it—conceal don't feel Elsa type shit

I think Celine would also entrust watching over Rumi (and the whole of HUNTR/X) to you. Since, yk, there's only three people allowed every generation. This opens up the choreographer role, being able to guide them and their movements while keeping an eye on them when Celine can't. Unfortunately this also does kinda put pressure on you NOT confessing to Rumi bc 1) it'd probably end up as a distraction and 2) you don't wanna bother her about it. So at the VERY LEAST you'd be planning to say something AFTER they get the Golden Honmoon and all the demons are banished. Surely that'd be fine right? WRONG

Ever since the Saja Boys appeared, Rumi's been distant. Not just from Zoey and Mira, but you as well, which is diabolical since the two of you are guaranteed attached to the hip. Said two would be the only people that are well aware of your feelings for Rumi, and by GOD they feel bad for you. They're saying that Rumi's just!! Distracted over the upcoming Idol Awards and the Golden Honmoon!!!!!! But you've been seeing Rumi less and less, she's gradually kinda withdrawn and stopped talking to you about her problems, and she gets all sketchy and weird when you knock on her door or anything

The words slip out of your mouth before you could keep it down, "Did I do something wrong?"

Rumi looked up from her lap, her hands lightly pinching at the edges of her hoodie—your hoodie, you notice, the one you gave her one day but never bothered to ask for back because she said it was comfortable and gave good coverage of her whole body. "No?" Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, and she looked genuinely taken off-guard by your question, "I don't.. think so? Why do you ask? Did something happen?"

You shook your head, "No, just.. you've just been avoiding me recently, so I thought I made you upset somehow."

"You know if I was upset, I'd tell you, right? Been doing that since we were kids," Rumi smiled lightly, "even when it was just me tripping over a rock and wanting those cute little bandaids you had."

At one point, you would've said 'yes' without a single doubt in your mind, but recently you've had doubts. Growing up with her meant you basically knew her better than she even knew herself, after all.

You wanted to say 'no' or 'I don't know'. You wanted to be honest.

"Yeah. I do." That's all that came tumbling out. "But I just..."

Miss you.

You shrugged before sitting down beside her on the bed, bumping your shoulders together as you reassured her, though you didn't know of what, "Don't forget you can come to me anything, yeah? I'm not gonna judge."

She doesn't verbally answer, but she does nod and lean on your side. Though you don't dare to look down at her expression—the nagging feeling of paranoia, mixed with the respect you had for Rumi, was pushing you away from prying—if you did you would've seen regret written all over her face.

It only all makes sense at the Idol Awards, when her identity is revealed and you lot all realise she was trying to work with Jinu (clearly it kinda failed since 🤷‍♀️). It clicks to you Really Easily, why Rumi's been secretive and distant this whole time, and even when it came to other stuff like why she doesn't go to the bathhouse or why she favours things with full coverage and long sleeves even if it was the MIDDLE OF FUCKING JULY!!!! You saw it on the screen, right beside Bobby, and by the time you get to where the girls are, Mira and Zoey have their weapons pointed at Rumi and Rumi is glowing, devastated, inhuman

Do you care though? No duh. So you step in between the two parties with your own weapon. But even you could tell that Mira and Zoey weren't into it at all—they didn't wanna fight Rumi at all

Mira's grip tightened on her glaive, "[Y/N]. Step away."

"No," you raised your own weapon higher, "not before the two of you lower your weapons. What the hell are you doing?"

"What we, as Hunters, are supposed to be doing!" Mira's voice raised, tinged with a mix of disbelief and mournful desperation, "We've been trained under the code of killing all demons for years, and yet she's been working with them the whole time?"

You hear Rumi's voice from behind you, broken, layered with something else, "No, I--"

"Oh, cut the crap! You kept this a secret the entire time and never thought to tell us when we-- when we--" Mira's voice broke off with a strangled rasp, her blade lowering slightly, before she blinked her unshed tears away and held firm with her stance, "If you're not going to help us, then step away."

You didn't move, "No."

"Stop being so stubborn and turn around! Look at her!"

And you did.

You saw her eyes, half a normal brown and half a slitted amber that glowed just like the purple markings that stretched all across her skin. You saw the claws on one of her hands, the way her skin now sported a grey-violet tinge that gradiented into her normal skin colour.

You saw the shame.

Zoey, the quietest you've ever seen her, dematerialised one hand of her knives to tug at Mira's jacket, "Mira, maybe we can just.. leave--"

"You're defending a demon that lied to us--"

"I'm defending someone I love!"

Silence followed, save for the echoes of your raised proclamation that bounced off the walls—

"It doesn't matter what she is, she's still my Rumi. If you really want to kill her, if you really believe that she's nothing but a demon? You'll have to kill me first."

—and the sharp intake of breath from behind you.

If Rumi were to look at the others' faces, she wouldn't see shock—they knew, after all. Instead, their expressions had crumpled. Zoey's hold on her knives had trembled slightly, and Mira had stared at you in a mix of rage and devastation.. before the both of them lowered their arms.

"..Go," you spoke softly, keeping your eyes pinned onto the duo as you spoke to the woman behind you, despite the heartache, "find him. See what went wrong."

Her clawed hand had shakily reached out behind you, but she retracts it in a near-instant with a tiny whimper before running off.

And that's when you slumped to your knees.

"Fuck."

And then the whole thing kinda goes the same way it did until the end of the movie. Rumi's mourning for someone that, by Hunter code, she shouldn't have mourned and yet it's not as if feelings are easy to erase. Not just her feelings for Jinu, but yes her fears, her insecurities, her shame (no thanks to Celine, you find out from her later 😒)

It'd definitely take a while for her to get accustomed to walking around with her markings freely out in the open. This girl's been raised to think she should be ASHAMED of herself for even basically existing, and she has to hide whatever taint her demonic ancestry's given her instead of embracing it. Add onto the fact that she's realised the entire time there was one person who's loved her and WILL love her unconditionally, even when sometimes she still thinks she looks like a monster when her internal doubts get to her? Oh she's crying. And who does she realise holds her every time? You.

"I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "Don't ever be sorry. I.. kinda figured it was best to keep it a secret until it faded away."

"Don't say that," she smacked your arm lightly.

"Okay, yeah, I guess it does sound kind of sad."

"'Kind of'?" Rumi scoffed lightly, though her tone held no heat to it, "Mira and Zoey told me that you've been having this crush for years!"

"Since I first saw you, actually."

"That makes it worse! ..For that long?"

"..yeah." You laughed, mostly at yourself as you looked out at the city from her room balcony, "I don't think it'll go away."

Rumi just watched you, watched how the city lights and the iridescent Honmoon twinkled in your eyes. And she tore her eyes away after a while, resulting in the both of you simply.. city-watching amidst the silence.

But she breaks it after a while, her voice a fragile thing, "..Could you.. wait for me?"

"Hm?"

"I think.. I want to recover. Or, well, unlearn Celine's.. way of the Honmoon." She leans her head on your shoulder, her now-iridescent markings casting a soft glow on your skin and her hair loose from her usual braid, "I want to learn how to stop hiding first. Then.. I'll see. Is that.. okay?"

You looped your arm around Rumi to hug her by the side without any hesitation, "Take as much time as you want. I'll be here."

"..Thank you."

"Mm. ..Besides, who else would choreograph your dances? Mira could, sure, but not as good as me."

"Pfft. Ruin the moment, why don't you?"

[glitter-stained]

Criticism of Winick's version of the Red Hood (as in, criticism of Jason's character and most often his morals) comes in three flavours imo:

#1: the "killing is always fundamentally inherently bad" crowd, which, at this point, can't really argue with that. If someone has the belief that actions are inherently good or evil and the intentions and weighing of consequences doesn't matter, then they're gonna hate the utilitarian, that does make sense, I fundamentally disagree with the ethics of it but I can respect the coherence.

#2: criticism of Jason's politics that is absolutely valid and was 100% put there on purpose by Winick as a parallel to Bruce to highlight those flaws in Bruce. "Jason's way doesn't work he became a drug lord and imposed a violent system! What? Who's Matches Malone?"/ "But Jason kills and wants to build a system based on violence! Meanwhile Batman just works with the police and tosses criminal in prison!"/ or, maybe my absolute favourite, which was "Jason is clearly a terrorist because he uses fear to try and influence people" which I don't think requires any commentary. Point is, Winick's Jason has very real flaws, and I don't like some of them in terms of meta because he's using jason as a blank slate to the discredit of jaybin, but those flaws are extremely intentional and veering at criticizing Bruce's character, very much here specifically to point out Bruce's flaws and failing, which makes it all the weirder to me how most of these Jason antis don't actually hate Bruce for any of it, they're on Bruce's side of the debate and using arguments against Jason that I'm convinced were designed specifically to shit-talk Bruce, so that's kinda baffling. Aka, I agree with that criticism and I understand if people hate Jason for it, but if people hate Jason for those specific reasons but don't hate Batman for them, I am squinting heavily.

#3: shit Jason literally didn't do. "He retraumatized Bruce and Mia! He called Mia diseased! He tried to kill teenagers Mia and Tim!" He... very much did not do that. Why are you making shit up. He did a whole bunch of fucked up things that are perfectly worthy of criticism (see point #2)! He's been chopping heads off and blowing up goons why are you up in arms with him fighting people his age he is literally a non-lethal age-appropriate villain for them meanwhile he launched a rocket into black mask's building he introduced himself by throwing a duffle bag of chopped heads on a table he's killed goons so low-ranked as car drivers (in uth specifically) he sent a decoy to be killed by Black Mask in his stead just to see Bruce's reaction (i've always wondered what that guy did to deserve that in Jason's books tbh) it's like he did so many actual gruesome things why do you guys feel the need to make shit up honestly.

So yeah. There's not necessarily a big conclusion to that just, stuff i've been seeing so far. Obviously you're totally allowed to hate Winick's Jason (he is not my favourite jason writer by any means). I just think it's interesting to ponder.

[reisszaehne]

My Piece for the Warrior Cats Cover Zine by @harriertail! You can still get a copy on etsy and support a good cause! <3 )Or a digital copy here)

Thoughts, wips + design info (and flowers) below!

General thoughts:

It was quite fun! Like last time, i really enjoyed myself. The other Artists were INCREDIBLE! It was so fun seeing the WIP Channel daily. Go check out their works as well!

Sadly my Apprenticeship was quite stressing me out. I'm finishing/graduating vocational school on Friday- so i will be busy with job hunting but i want to prioritize art again. I missed drawing, for two years i had 0 free time and didn't draw at all otherwise.

All in all, i think this is a good piece! Just..not a good book cover lol. You can see that i never visited art school haha :,D There's things id redo now, especially the composition and the title placement- book covers are supposed to catch the eye and lead to the title, and i don't think my cover reflects that quite well. Oh well, it was still a very fun learning experience and now i know what to look out for, for a second attempt!

I also wanted to go more woodcut-style but along the way started rendering the fur and kept going because i had so much fun. It was a joy to work at, normally i don't like rendering or painting lol!

the first WIP i had in mind. Originally i wanted to put them inside a path on the forest with the Houses in the back, to show Tigerstar "leading" Sasha further into Clan life. Realised it wasnt fun drawing and changed it up.

my rough sketch VS the first lines i did (ofc my girl Sasha gets the first art <3)

I think its fun to see the difference. I quite like rendering fur to look soft.

Now lets go to Flower Languages: (my favourite part!)

First, the red roses for Tigerstar: very obvious, red roses represent love and devotion. This is how Tigerstar presents himself to Sasha: deeply loving. He wears his love for her as his pride, displayed on his head. I find this statement by Vicky Holmes very interesting:

He isn't playing with her feelings (intentionally)- he does love Sasha. Love however doesn't change your personal flaws. Thus the petals slowly fall out and pool at his Claws- like the blood he sheds.

Rhododendron: "danger, beware, I am dangerous" The scene features Rhododendrons all around, growing around them as well as in Tigerstars fur. I implied that he gave her the flowers on her body, his presence involves her into danger whether he wanted that or not. Yet being common and beautiful flowers everywhere, Sasha is too blind to see this, seeing it as a gift instead. They are also poisonous.

Adonis flower: "Painful recollection, sorrowful remembrances": the Adonis flower represents love, as his Namesake from Greek Mythology, yet stands for a love lost. They are often planted to represented late lovers. Here, the Adonis flower mirrors the red of the Rose- true love- yet love that cannot be and will bring doom. It will not bloom. He will not live. They are also part of the buttercup family..

Buttercups!: Buttercups represent childishness and childhood. Here, they are meant to show naiveté- Sasha doesn't know clan life and doesn't know what she is getting herself into. She is too blinded by her recent loss and newfound love in front of her. They are all over Sashas fur, covering her, including her head. Its also how Tigerstar sees her- a little childish, fun, less needy for responsibility. Different from the other clan cats.

Daisies: Daisies commonly stand for "loyal love, gentleness, innocence". There aren't many of them, but they do represent the innocence of a young Sasha before her life will change drastically with loss. She is ready to love with all her heart.

Wild roses: They are roses as well, representing love, yet they are different from the common commercial ones. They are wild, free and they hide Sasha's collar- her past, her past life, her memories. To precious to throw away, but gladly hidden with fondness and love. But is hiding something you love for someone truly the right path to take?

the black Dahlia: normally, Dahlias represent elegance and devotion. Yet black (or dark purple) Dahlias represent betrayal. The flower is placed lovingly in front of her ear- by Tigerstar. To her, it is a gift of devotion, yet to him it will forshadow his later betrayal and death. As far as i know, real black Dahlias do not exist.

Last but not least: The Columbine. They represent "Folly, deceived lovers, ingratitude and faithlessness". Tigerstar deceives Sasha by hiding who he truly is and what he has planned. Both of them are foolish, for thinking a love that will lead to happiness is possible for them in their situation. Its the flower he actively gives her- held between his claws.

Generally, i wanted to show Tigerstars softer side- i think its quite interesting how he truly loved Sasha. (I have not read his novella yet if it disregards this then. i am not care as i do not know right now. whoops). I also will take any chance drawing Sasha, she is such an underrated character and i adore her so much. She lived through so much traumatic stuff and in the end left with us never knowing if she found happiness or what happened to her- help!!! What happened to my girl!!? The Human civilization is also right behind them, showing the life she is leaving yet which she could try to go back to- if she so chooses. Its also the life Pinestar chose, a point of resentment for Tigerstar, not knowing if his father is in the same street Sasha lived in.

If you read all of that, truly thank you!! I hope you enjoyed my thoughts behind the piece.

[sydwritess]

Whine and Dye

Ollie Bearman x fem!reader

Summary: You and Ollie spend a day together at your house, the sun shining, the day great. Great enough for a tie-dye party. You and Ollie have fun with it to, a little to much fun.

Second Person POV

You wake up early in the morning, the sun shining brightly, the air warm, but not humid.

You get up and go downstairs, the house empty. Your parents were out on a work trip, so you had the house to yourself.

You go into the kitchen, getting yourself some breakfast, eating quickly before running upstairs to change. You figured its a nice day out, so why not chill by the pool.

You threw your hair up into a high bun, but on a bikini and went outside. You walk out onto the deck from the sliding door, the warm air hitting you in the face.

You put your towel down on the chair to the left of the deck by the grill, and to the right of the deck was more chairs. You walk up the one step, walking past all of the pool stuff, and sit on the edge of the deck, dangling your feet in the pool.

As your sitting by the pool you go on your phone, taking a picture and posting it on snapchat.

Y/n Priv

You posted the pictures quickly and put your phone back down, enjoying the sun.

You were laying down on the deck, tanning when your phone rang. You pick it up and see that Ollie texted you.

'Your at the pool without me? :((' He types

'Your more than welcome to come over :)'

'Really?'

"Yeah of course! Bring your swim stuff, I can think of things to do.'

'Awesome, be over soon.' He types.

You put your phone down and go inside. You go down to the basement, searching for your tie-dye bin. You find it stashed away and grab it, bringing it upstairs and outside to the grass, along with a towel.

You go back inside again, getting a couple of white tapestry's and a couple of other white things. You make your way into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of Brunello Di Montalcino wine, and two wine glasses, going outside again.

You sit in the grass, laying everything out and getting everything ready when Ollie walks through the back door.

"Your favorite person has arrived!" He said, running down the stairs and in the yard towards you.

"Hey." You say, smiling at him.

He comes over towards you and bends down to kiss you.

"You've got quite the set-up here." He smiles, sitting down across from you.

"I know. Great right?" You say. He slowly looks at everything, inspecting it like it's glass.

"What is all of this?" He asks.

"Tie-dye stuff." You say.

"Tie-dye?"

"Oh my God. You've never heard of tie-dying before?" You ask, he shakes his head.

"Okay, it's basically like pouring different liquid colors on white things and it becomes like a rainbow, almost." You say.

"Interesting." He says, nodding along.

"So what do we do?" He asks.

"Take this, pinch it in the middle and twist it around in a circle." You say, handing him a packaged tapestry.

You get your tapestry, taking it out of the package and twisting it, putting rubber bands around it. Ollie finished his about five minutes after, having trouble, but you helped him.

Ollie began dying his right away, doing red and black. You started yours, doing all sorts of colors on the rainbow.

"How'd I know you were going to do the colors of your team." You smile.

"Well I'm not that predictable am I?" He asked, laughing.

"Here." You say, pouring wine into the glasses and handing him one.

He takes it try's it quickly.

"Hm, fancy." He says, smirking

"Brunello Di Montalcino. The best of the best." You say, holding up the bottle.

"I can tell."

We continued working until the tapestry's were done, you put all of the colors back away in the bin, so you could take them right inside later.

"Can I try something?" Ollie asks, a grin forming on his face.

"Sure, what is it?" You ask. He just smiles, get's up and walks inside.

You couldn't help but laugh a little bit. It takes him a minute or two until he finally comes back outside with many cotton swabs.

"Uh- what are those for?" You ask.

"Will these dyes hurt if you put them on you?" He asks.

"No, there all natural." You say suspiciously. He just smiled widely.

"Can I draw some designs on you?" he asks, holding up a pink color.

"Draw designs... on me?"

"Yeah! You know like tattoo's!" He expressed happily.

"You know, why not." You say, he claps his hands together, he grabs the pinks, dips the cotton swab in a starts drawing little designs on your legs.

"What is that one supposed to be?" You ask, laughing at one oddly shaped on.

"That's supposed to be my car!" He expresses.

"Alright then." You smile. "Can I draw something on you?" You ask.

"Yeah we should match." He smiles. You nod and start grabbing some colors.

You draw a sun, some waves, a heart, flowers, anything summery that comes to mind. You both spent some time dying each other's legs, when you look over, you see Ollie drawing the F1 logo on your ankle.

"Really?" You tease.

"What? I mean, you are a fan right?" He asked, smiling at you. You nod.

"Alright, well I'm done." You say, leaning back away from him.

He looks at his legs closely, looking at each individual drawing.

"I'm going to get that one tattooed." He smiles, pointing to a little butterfly outline on his ankle.

"You should." You say, looking at your leg. "And I'll get this one tattooed." You smile, pointing down to a little bear outline.

"Should we take these out?" He asks, holding up the bag with the tapestry's in it. You nod and stand up, walking further into the yard where the garden hose it.

"Just lay them out in the yard, I'll clean them off." You say.

You walk over to get the hose, turning it on and walking back over to Ollie. You start spraying the tapestries down, washing them thoroughly.

"You know, I think your doing it wrong." Ollie said.

"Says the one who never tie-dyed before." You say, giggling at him.

"No, no. I think it's like this." He says, taking the hose out of your hands. He starts spraying them down and suddenly turns to you, blasting you with the hose.

"Oh my God!" You yell, laughing at what just happened. He stands there dying laughing. You take that chance to steal the hose out of his hands, spraying him back. He just laughs harder.

"I don't understand how yours looks so good! Mine looks like a blob." He said, holding his up.

"Because I used color, not just red babe." You smile.

"I thought red is cool." He said innocently. You shake your head.

The two of you clean up the yard and go inside where you took pictures of the tie-dye you did today. Both of you quickly put everything away and go up to your bedroom for the rest of the day.

You and Ollie were driving to the paddock. It was an early morning before the race and Ollie had to go in to talk to Komatsu. Luckily it was a day scheduled for just the drivers so there wasn't much of a crowd.

Ollie parks in the employee parking lot and you both walk up to the gates. You were walking hand in hand through the paddock. But it didn't feel like a normal day. You felt more eyes on you then ever.

"Why's everybody starring at us?" You say, walking closer to Ollie.

"Did you forget our leg's were tie-dyed?" He asked.

"Oh shit-" You say, looking down at your legs.

"And you wore shorts. Brave choice." He said confidently.

"I'm not the only one." You say.

"Well I just wanted to show off my beautiful girlfriends work yeah?" He said, smiling.

We continue walking to the Haas team garage.

"Ollie mate, what happened to your legs?" Carlos questioned.

"It's called art." He smiled. "Why are you here?" He asked Carlos.

"Por qué no estaría aquí? Somos amigos, no?" Carlos said.

Ollie looked more confused then ever. Carlos had never spoken Spanish to Ollie, and when he did, it was little words.

"He asked why wouldn't he be here. And that you are friends." You say casually.

"Wait- you know Spanish?" Ollie asks, turning to you.

"It's easy to understand." You say, sitting in a chair in the garage.

"Bueno, veo que te divertiste con tu fiesta de tie-dye, mientras yo estaba aquí. En este caluroso y espantoso circuito. Lo uro por Dios, que estoy sudando la gota gorda mientras ustedes dos galopan por ahi divirtiéndoos. Al menos deberíais haberme invitado. Tu mejor amigo. Qué decepción." Carlos said quickly. Making Ollie's brain short wire.

"What... what did he say?" He asked, turning to you.

"He said 'well I see you had fun with your tie dye party, mean while I was here. In this hot, dreadful circuit. I swear to god, I'm sweating my ass off while you two are galloping around having fun. you should have at least invited me. Your best friend. Such disappointment.'" You repeat.

"Your evil." Ollie smiles, pointing to Carlos.

"Just think, me and y/n could talk about you now." Carlos smirked.

"I'm okay." You say.

"Ollie, what happened to your legs man?" Yuki said. He was walking up to you with Max.

"Art. The creativity of art." He said.

"You to y/n?" Max asked. You nodded.

Him and his friends talk for a while until they all leave, going to their team garages.

"You are... so styling right now." You smile.

"So are you." He smiles. He slowly leans in to kiss you.

"We should do this more often. You look cute." You say.

"Yeah... if I wasn't so and at it." He says, sitting next to you.

"Hey, practice makes perfect."

"Right. But let's not leave Carlos out next time. Or he actually might cuss me out in Spanish." He jokes.

"Deal." You say, laughing.

Hey loves! Hope you like this! This is my first time writing for Ollie. This was originally supposed to be George's piece, but I switched it lol. Requests are open for anything and anybody!

[hikarimiyanaga]

The Surprise

Sequel.

Uh. I forgot to say this was a Normal!AU in which they're all just kpop bands but with F!reader amongst them.

They're all humans.

Rumi and Jinu are just rivals.

And Mira and Zoey are going out.

You were at your house and scrolling through different job offers.

It's been a month since you quit.

When you quit being Huntr/X's assistant, you had enough savings to last you a decade of not working. If you didn't splurge or buy games.

But you did do those two things for like a whole week.

So that decade was halved and now here you are.

You sigh for the fifth time as you consider a manager gig.

"Fuck no. I don't want to see Rumi anymore." You say out loud but you know that it's an impossible thing to do. After all, she was a superstar. One for out of your house and you will somehow hear their newest single or one of their classics.

And it doesn't help that the trio somehow finds a new number everyday to call you.

You look through your house and sigh.

"Time to be productive." You clean your house that day while you wait for more job offers.

-

Rumi looks at everyone around the table and sigh.

"Still won't talk?" Zoey and Mira shake their heads.

"When she hears it's you, me or Mira, she immediately hangs up." Zoey says and Mira nods in agreement.

"Bobby?"

"She blocked me too! I was going to offer her a managerial job too."

"She probably doesn't want to. She probably wants to avoid Rumi as much as possible." Jinu says and Rumi scoffs at him.

"Shut up."

"I was just stating facts. If it was me trying to move on from someone who can't even tell the public that they love me? I would want to avoid them as much as possible." Everyone nods in agreement.

"You're not helping." Jinu holds his hands up.

"Just saying." Zoey gets a bright idea.

"Have YOU tried calling her?" Everyone looks at him.

"Hmm. I should give it a try."

-

You hear your phone ring and pick it up, hoping for another interview or job offer to come through.

"Hi. You've reached Y/N Y/LN. How can I-"

"You sound polite." The voice makes you freeze. It was familiar and not familiar.

"M-may I ask who this might be?" You sit on your couch.

"Jinu. I'm the leader of the Saja boys."

Ah. Rumi's new boyfriend. The one she told that you were just her assistant.

"Ah. Can I help you?" You can hear his chuckle.

"What a sudden change. You must hate me, right?"

"I don't hate you, Mr. Jinu. If this all you called for then-"

"It's not. Make sure to watch the Huntr/x's portion of interview later tonight. You'll find a surprise waiting for you."

"What?"

"I informed you. Oh. And one more thing. I absolutely have no interest in Rumi. She and I are purely work rivals."

"I-" He hangs up and you look at your phone.

"What the fuck?"

-

You were playing games on your console when you look at the clock.

The exact time those late night shows usually start.

"Fuck off. Stop thinking about her. Stop." You say to yourself but groan as you know your curiosity had already won.

"GOD! FUCK YOU, JINU!" You shout to your ceiling and save your game. You browse through the channels then stop as the screen shows Huntr/x appearing and sitting on the couch.

"Welcome back, everyone!" The host greets them warmly and the trio greets everyone.

"So. Your new single has been absolutely fire. Takedown has reached new records this week."

"It has truly been a blessing. Writing Takedown took so much out of us. We spent late nights buried in notebooks, lyrics and with our instruments." Zoey muses.

"I remember you always dragging Y/N to go on late night snack shopping."

"Right! Y/N! Most of your fans have noticed that your lovable assistant has been missing."

"What? The fuck????? ME???????" You question your life.

You????? PEOPLE NOTICE YOU?? HOW???

"Well, yeah. Y/N quit." Rumi says bluntly and everyone, the hose and audience gasp at the information.

"She did? Damn. That woman has always been a force of nature. Back when you guys first started, she always made sure you guys had more than enough screentime. I think if she could, she would the editor like a hawk." Everyone laughs at that, including the trio.

"Y/N has always been protective of us." Zoey says fondly.

"I'm telling you guys, she's really the true delinquent." Everyone chuckles at Mira's joke.

"She quit because of me. I was being insensitive. I was being secretive."

"Secretive? Of what?"

"My relationship with her." Everyone gasps and you freeze at her words. "Y/N and I are girlfriends. I never revealed it to the world because didn't want her to get hurt. For our fans to come after her." Rumi chuckles. "But to my surprise when she was just gone for a week, everyone looked for her." Rumi looks at the camera. "Thank you for caring about the girl that I love." Her words make your heart beat faster.

"So, is this you coming out? Are you saying that-"

"I'm bisexual. All three of us are." Mira and Zoey nod in agreement.

"And another announcement! Me and Mira have been dating for the past couple years!"

"That one was obvious, Zoey!"

"Yeah! Everyone knows!" Zoey shows a surprised at Mira who chuckles.

"Wait. They do?"

"Zoey, #MiraZoey always trend. Baby, you should really look at trend topics more." The endearment makes their fans squeal.

"I hope Y/N is watching this." Rumi looks at the camera then bows slightly. "I'm really sorry for making you wait. For saying you were only my assistant. But you're not. You're my partner in crime. My ride or die. You and your protective nature always shielded me and the girls. I have always loved you for that."

You turn off the TV quickly and you stare at the ceiling.

Why now?

Why do this when you left already?

"We both know why." The voice in your head says and you sob.

Because you were never enough.

Because you were just average.

Huntr/x and Saja Boys are gods. Idols.

What were you compared to them?

You cry to sleep that night.

-

You wake up to a loud knock on your door. You look around and see that it was just 6 am.

"Who the fuck knocks this early?"

"Y/N!" You scramble at the familiar voice. Why is your sister here at your house in the city??

You open the door and see Yuna.

"Finally. Pack your bags."

"What?"

"I'm dragging you back home. Pack for a week."

A/N:

Second part!

Third part is probably the last.

Probably.

Don't quote me.

Thanks for reading!

Donate if you can, because I'm still broke and PH economy is fucking annoying.

Ko-Fi is on my masterlist.

[jaysguitarstring]

⋆｡°✩ compatibility test

in which you do a compatibility test with them.

⭑.ᐟ pairing ; enha x fem reader, established relationship

⭑.ᐟ genre ; fluff, crack

⭑.ᐟ warnings ; cursing

⭑.ᐟ join my permanent taglist here

⭑.ᐟ☆ demi's notes ; saw one of my friends do this for fun while we joked around about old crushes and i wanted to write smth about it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

‧₊˚⭑.ᐟ LEE HEESEUNG

"come on, are you done yet?" heeseung asks impatiently, watching you cross out the letters you have in common in your names.

you stick your tongue out slightly in concentration, calculating the percentage carefully so you don't mess up. "i'm almost finished... there! 87%."

heeseung looks at the paper in disappointment, his lips slowly forming a small grimace. "just 87%...?"

you let out a sigh and set your pen down. "come on, it could have been way worse. at least it's 3% away from 90%".

"fine... it's just a stupid test anyway."

‧₊˚⭑.ᐟ PARK JONGSEONG

"what's wrong? why are you sulking like that?" jay asks, trying to sneak a glance at the results of the test.

a small pout formed on your lips, taking your hand away from the paper to show him. "we got just 84%."

"if it bothers you that much, then try using jongseong instead of jay." jay suggests, gently caressing your hair.

"wait, let me try that." you says as you start scribbling on the paper again.

88%. just 4% more than the previous one.

i mean, it's just a test anyway, right?

‧₊˚⭑.ᐟ SIM JAYEUN

"come on, come on, tell me already!" jake exclaims, excited to see your results.

"alright, alright, give me a second!" you try to calm him down, still writing down on the paper.

you finish, glancing at him, and then back at the paper.

"uhm... jake?"

"yeah? what is it, did you finish? show me!" he asks with his signature puppy smile.

"we got 58%."

jake's smile instantly drops. he was absolutely certain you two would get at least over 95%.

"what. no, there's no way. i refuse. this isn't valid." jake says in denial, frustrated with the test. "which one of my names did you use?"

"i used jake, you said to use that one." you reply, confused.

"try again. use jayeun instead. this thing," he claims, pointing at the piece of paper, "is not valid at all."

you just nod, trying to hold in your laugh as jake huffs in frustration, complaining quietly about the compatibility test as you try once again.

"we got 78% this time." you speak up, showing jake."

"i told you - this isn't valid! rip that shit!"

‧₊˚⭑.ᐟ PARK SUNGHOON

"so, how much did we get?" sunghoon asks curiously, despite not being interest in this test at first.

"give me a sec... we got 78%." you reply, showing him the results.

sunghoon looks at the test, skeptical, before opening his mouth again.

"what if we add our last names too for extra points?" he says with a dead serious face.

"sunghoon, that's not how it works!"

‧₊˚⭑.ᐟ KIM SUNOO

sunoo swinged his feet as he waited, playing with the decorations on the cafè table.

"why is it even taking you so long? it's not like i have a long name or something." sunoo asks curiously, sipping on his drink as he watches you.

"i finished, i was just checking if everything is right. here." you respond, handing him the piece of paper. you close your pen before grabbing your drink as well.

"84%?" he says, checking your notes. "eh... could have been better, but it's not that bad, i guess."

‧₊˚⭑.ᐟ YANG JUNGWON

"why do you need a test to prove our compatibility, anyway? we literally can't go a day without each other." jungwon states, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as his free hand twirls a strand of your hair."

it's just for fun, jungwon. i know that we don't need to prove our compatibility." you reply, glancing at him with a small smile.

he smiles back and then you set your pen down.

"there! 108%. we even broke the scale!" you exclaim.

jungwon shoots up instantly. "what?" he says, almost snatching the paper from your hands.

"woah. guess this test isn't so stupid after all."

‧₊˚⭑.ᐟ NISHIMURA RIKI

"this is stupid, my name is literally 4 letters. we're not gonna get a high score." riki says lazily, glancing at you scribbling on the paper.

"i already told you, it doesnt matter how many letters your name has, it's how many letters in common we have." you explain as you finish calculating the percentage.

you raise up the piece of paper and show him. "see? 98%."

riki's eyebrows raise in surprise as he leans closer to check. "damn. it's actually right. i thought you did some mistake on purpose just so we get a higher score."

"hey! you don't have any right to doubt my math skills when you've never stepped foot into school, you idiot!"

@jaysguitarstring 2025. translations and reposts are prohibited.

[kathryn-writes]

Fanfiction is the reason I'm not as worried about AI (as a writer)

If you've been reading the internet at all in the last few years, you know, according to the CEOs with a vested interest in this being true, that the next Tolstoy is lying in wait in a server farm currently guzzling up so much power it's changing the climate somewhere in Nebraska. AI is going to write books so well that there won't be any need for authors anymore! People will be able to just put in prompts and magically vomit out the stories they have always wanted to their personal standards!

There are not-so-outrageous claims that publishers are flirting with AI-genned and possibly people-guided stories already. And several publishing houses popping up to publish all those amazing AI-generated stories! And I'm not going to pretend that the writer in me didn't feel a twinge of worry.

Are they coming for my stories? Are these server farms going to replace the hours and days and weeks that I put into having an idea, constructing a plot, filling in ALL the words that connect the plot, editing to make the work cohesive all while paying attention to characterization, prose, voice, pacing, world building, realistic dialogue, humor, continuity, theme, and all the infinite little flourishes and details that go into creating a story? Apparently, so say the AI company CEOs who are totally not trying to sell you snake oil!

These insta-stories that people seem to think are a huge market have a really interesting testing ground: fanfiction. Because if there's any place where there is an instant audience voracious for reading stories that often repeat the same themes and tropes and characters, it's here. Look up the two cakes meme if you don't believe me. It's the perfect market for AI slop, providing an endless stream of soulmates fics featuring our favorite blorbos.

But what have we seen in practice? At least in the fandom I'm involved in, the few folks who have tried to make AI slop happen have... had trouble. Not only do the stories get flagged by members of the fandom as being suspicious, but they get very little to no engagement. People aren't interested in these stories. They avoid them. I want to remind everyone that fanfic is free. It's a click and sometime scrolling AO3. The prompts one would need to feed into ChatGPT are really narrow, since you probably already have the tropes you want in mind and the names of the characters. It's exactly where one would expect AI slop to have an audience, and it just doesn't.

If these models have already used the entire internet to train (which they have, even when people have told them to STOP using their content), and the only people who seem to be claiming we're within arm's reach of artificial general intelligence are the CEOs who are trying to keep the venture capital money flowing, then... do I fear that they are going to be able to compete with human creativity? I don't.

Because it can't even get people who've trawled the depths of AO3, of FFN, and even of Media Miner in a desperate search for a bazillion Destiel soulmate ABO fics to turn to the slop that ChatGPT makes.

[womanofwords]

Darling Demon (Part 18)

Yandere!batfam x betrothed!neglected!male!reader x yandere!demon!spouse

TW: loss of virginity.

In your defense, Azrir left you unsupervised with a known aphrodisiac and the exact amount to take for the desired effects. If they didn't want you drinking it, it shouldn't have been accessible to you in the first place.

The barrel of aphrodisiac called to you, taunting you with Azrir's voice. Come on, Y/N, it crooned, as much as an inanimate object could croon. Azrir's been dragging you into a secret pocket dimension they own to do everything except sex. You might as well grab yourself a tall drink of me, some toys, and a generous amount of lube and literally fuck yourself. Something has to quench that fire in your loins.

Your rear still stung from the corporal punishment Azrir had applied to you. What would they do if they found you drinking the aphrodisiac without their permission?

With shaking legs, you walked towards the barrel and got the cup needed. Just one cup and then you waited five minutes. Azrir was probably going to be gone for ages. You could totally test drive all of your toys quite thoroughly by the time they got back from torturing more sinners.

You watched the liquid flow out of the tap and into your cup. It didn't look appetising, but so long as you could actually last a while with them, you'd deal with the taste. Stopping the tap before your cup would overflow, you put the cup to your lips, readied yourself for whatever would hit your tastebuds, and . . .

"Y/N! What are you doing?"

Dammit. Azrir had come back. You froze with the drink to your lips, literally the most 'caught red-handed' expression you could possibly be in. They stormed over and took the cup from you. "Y/N, you are not supposed to drink this! Don't you remember that your libido will go through the roof and you'll be focused on sex for hours on end, to the point of not being able to sleep or even eat until all of it is worked through your system?"

"Yes, I know," you said.

Azrir tried again. "And that you can't get your virginity back once I'm done with you?"

"I know that, too."

"Oh, you just know everything today, huh?" Azrir knelt down to look you in the eyes. "You really want your cherry to be popped, huh, little prize?"

"Yes, Azrir," you said, grinning up at them.

"Do you want me to be forceful and mean as I take your virginity, Y/N?" You nodded vigorously. "How very interesting. Y/N, if you really are willing to begin sex with me, then kneel in front of me like a little puppy and open your mouth wide."

"OK." You did as you were told, while Azrir went back for the cup. With the cup in one hand, their other hand pinched your nose as the liquid was forced into you.

"Here's the drink you wanted so badly, my little plaything," Azrir said. You felt blood rush to your crotch as you were made to swallow the potion. "I knew you'd want my touch, but not the lengths you'd go to. Who knew you'd want me so badly?"

Azrir took their sweet time preparing you and themselves. Lube, restraints, hickeys, anything to get those five minutes over with.

"Y/N, I've removed your clothing and now you're about to be fully deflowered. Before I get started on you, can you say 'bye-bye, virginity'?" Azrir was on top of you, knowing exactly what sort of effect they had on you.

You forced the words out of your mouth. "Bye-bye, virginity."

And it began.

All that time giving you 'sex education' meant they knew everything that made you internally tick. "You're going to be in this position for hours," Azrir taunted. "But then again, I guess you'd like that. Being kept in position by someone who needs you to take it and feel everything that comes from me."

Azrir was meticulous in the way they pleased you, making your head spin with their touches. "More," you moaned.

"NO MORE!" your mother screamed, as her limbs were cut off again and again. "SOMEONE GET THAT DEMON OFF MY SON!"

"Not our call," one of her torturers said. "And you should get used to this. He's only had-" They checked the scoreboard and winced. "Five."

"And how many orgasms is my son going to have?" your mother asked.

"In one session? Around 16, maybe 20 if they're really strong." The demon dug into your mother's leg further, eliciting a long, low groan of pain. "Then again, Azrir is one of the strongest. They'll be having your son for as long as they like."

The fun ended when you passed out, seven and a half hours later. A blissful smile was on your face as Azrir took you out of the restraints. "What a good little prize you were for me, Y/N," they said. "Sleep well. I must check on something."

Azrir slipped out of bed and went to your mother, looking at the scoreboard they had set up for her. It read 37.

"Satisfactory. Such pleasure will ensure Y/N will never be satisfied with a human," Azrir said.

"Leave my son alone, you monster!"

"He consented, and I don't want to," Azrir said. "Also, you gave away his soul. We honestly didn't think you cared. Oh, well. I plan on doubling that number the next time he wants it."

Azrir left your mother screaming about the depravity of it all as they went back to your side. Besides, they'd have to be with you. After the hours spent underneath a sadistic, pent-up lust demon, your ability to walk would be . . . compromised.

Taglist: @tinybrie, @bunniotomia, @c4xcocoa, @darkmoka, @fightmebissh, @bloobewy, @chi1lllb, @cqerrz, @heart-cream, @noone1233nobody, @type-ink, @sonyboos, @atlasbatman05, @eyeless-kun, @zomqiez.

First

Previous

Next