#this is absolutely and unabashedly silly

[dmitriene]

cw: mentions of stalking, breeding king, possible kidnapping.

könig is your stalker, and not that you even know that you have one, especially not knowing that it's him, an weird, but absolutely charming man that flirts with you unabashedly, and so foolishly, yet you can't deny that he's adorable.

you can see that he's nervous, maybe not really on his plate in this buzzing, crowdy pub, but he buries it all in advance to stick up to you, acting slightly cocky when he gives you an awkward compliments and flexes his meaty biceps, asking if you find military guys sexy.

könig knows the answer beforehand, trained himself with down written dialogues on a paper in his apartment after he stalked on you, knowing what you like, what your interests are, how often you go outside and where he can find you, hell, he even knows what shade of underwear you wear right now.

and you know nothing about it, completely oblivious, letting him lure you with some silly sweet talk and fleeting touches to your knee and hand, a brush of his calloused fingers that previously were fiddling with themselves, now founding their way to your supple thigh.

you don't know anything about about him despite his name, not even könig's intentions, yet opting to end up this evening sprawled beneath him completely intoxicated and bare, all the clothes long shed off and laying haphazardly on the floor of his apartment.

könig got you exactly where he dreamed, stretched around his fat cock that he bullies in your sopping cunt, pounding mercilessly against your spongy spot, thick cockhead cramming itself in your hole and you almost feel his stupid length in your throat.

he turns you stupid for him, completely brainless, able only to sob sweetly and mewl each time his cock throbs and moves in the confiness of your velvety, clutching walls, not registering his possessive huffs, nastily growled words of how long he waited for you, so he could keep you all to himself and breed you.

and you don't push away nor kick when könig pumps you full of his potent cum, lots of milky and thick seed that floods your pussy until it leaks out in a globs, creating a puddle on the sweaty sheets, just relishing in the way his girth throbs and the warmth envelops you, as his thumb traces along your tummy.

it's only normal when you wake up in the morning still in his apartment, body aching and feeling numb from amount of the teeth shaped marks you have on your flesh, gladly cleaned up, with your pussy swollen and still throbbing, but the weight of the leather around your neck does feel weird.

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[animentality]

You know that scene in John Wick 2 where he (John Wick) gets hit by a car and then he immediately fights the assassin driving that car, Cassian, and then they battle for like sixty minutes on the streets of Rome, shooting over cars, knife fighting, falling down a whole flight of stairs, and then grappling and grabbing each other on the cobblestones, yelling and grunting like a bunch of dudes having good old fashioned fun, and then finally they end up smashing right through a window and coincidentally landing in the assassin hotel "safe area" where they're not allowed to fight anymore...

and then they go and have a drink together?

I thought they should've fucked.

So I wrote a book about assassins who do that sort of thing regularly. Check it out here.

But I added what the scene was lacking, besides the fucking part...

Demons.

The scene for anyone who doesn't remember or doesn't know it.

This book has:

an improbable amount of badass, LGBT, demon summoning assassins (the absolute best of the best being transgender).

a scott pilgrim style plot, involving one pansexual demon summoner having to fight all 7 of his exes for the sake of his newest contract.

a nonbinary weather controlling demon, trapped on earth. also, one of the exes.

a blind smartass with a nasty mouth and nastier eye-related powers.

a city on the brink of annihilation, trapped by forces unseen and unheard and unknowable.

the most bombastic and ridiculous magic system ever constructed by man.

and maybe...just maybe...an angsty gay time loop romance (the best narrative trope) but you didn't hear that from me.

It's dark, it's humorous, it's romantic, it's riddled with absolutely insane fight scenes, and most importantly...

It's unabashedly queer and unrealistic and silly and yearn-y.

And I'd really appreciate if you'd help an indie author out, with a sale or a reblog! Agents and publishers told me that it was too queer for regular audiences...and that the concept was just not very compelling.

They might be right, but it still had to exist. I still had to make it, anyway. You know. You have to make the art that you want to see in the world.

Anyway.

Sorry for the long post...you can check out my website for future releases.

And last thing: Character commission of the MC, our lovably slutty pansexual assassin Sebastián Monterey:

And cheers! Sorry for the long post. Have a good night.

[un-lawliet]

“Rough Day?”

— In which Gojo cares quietly.

(or i’m having a bad day and wrote this on a whim)

The slamming of the front door was enough of a warning for Gojo, a warning that today’s mission was bad.

The small sniffles that was heard after only confirmed this, and Gojo found his usually boisterous greeting die in his throat immediately.

You were hunched over, wiping furiously at the tears that fell pathetically from your eyes, determined to keep the remains of your composure as the events of today hit you.

You were bruised, battered and bloody. You felt disgusting and probably looked it too, and all you want to do is cry.

You felt him before you saw him, his hands coaxing yours away from your face, a tiny smile dancing across his lips.

“What’s got my pretty girl all upset like this huh?” Gojo’s head tilted forward, kissing the area under your eye softly, gently. Treating you as if you were made of the finest glass, breakable at any rough handling.

“So fucking tired Toru.” You mumbled back, lying your head unceremoniously on his shoulder in defeat, closing your eyes and embracing the feeling of his gentle hand rubbing your back. Your eyes burning with unshed tears.

A kiss on the top of your head, and your clutching the material of his shirt, pleading with yourself not to start sobbing on your doorstep in the arms of the strongest.

But the tiny hitch in your throat made his eye narrow in concern, his movements becoming daintier, feeling you start to shake in his hold.

You were losing a battle of wills and you could only let out a tiny whimper before you began to weep like a child.

“I know baby, I know.” Gojo whispers, his hands finds your face and he separates from you slightly, his blue eyes finding your watery, bloodshot ones.

His heart clenched at the exhaustion seeping from your frame, faltige plaguing your every movement. There was cuts on your face, tiny but plenty, Gojo didn’t like that, his eye brows furrowed and he made a mental note to clean them and kiss them better.

He kisses your forehead, and then the tip of your nose, a silent reassurance that he is there and that he understands.

Because Satoru Gojo, is loud and unabashedly himself, but he loves in silence, in the quiet shadows behind a large grin and a forgoing of common courtesy.

He wipes your tears away, whispering tiny words of praise, telling you stories of how endlessly proud he is of you, and even causing you to giggle as he tickles under your chin cheekily.

He smiles again at you, cooing at your miserable little pout, before he leans forward and captures your lips on his, a tender kiss that tells you that’s everything is going to be alright.

And you’re holding him tightly, as if afraid he’s going to vanish, the very cusp of your sanity seemingly dependent on him in this moment.

Gojo just chuckles, pulling away and leaving one final peck on your lips again, still cradling your face in his hands.

“Silly girl.” He taps your nose with his own, his eyes soft, “I’m not going anywhere.”

end.

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authors note: omfg the toji and gojo fight animated was absolutely brutal.. it was so much worse that the manga ???? my heart was SHAKING - anyway i love u thank u for reading :)))

[theghoulgirl]

Keith Kogane/Reader Headcannons- Section I

For these headcanons, this is specifically for Keith after the war. Therefore, I am going to make this an 18+ post because it would be super fucking weird if someone under that age read this. This is also the first part to an (currently) endless headcannons that I have.

Otherwise, enjoy! And please feel free to comment about any challenges against them or to apply your own for others to read! 

In a friendship…

Would befriend someone who is either affiliated to the group or would be in ‘forced’ proximity with, such as work

He would connect well with someone who is a little bit of a goober, like Hunk or Lance.

Keith would also most definitely befriend a stoner and connect to them through trauma bonding

Home dude lost a lot throughout his life, he would absolutely use drugs and alcohol recreationally. 

He also connects really well with individuals who are intelligent in ways that contrast his own. 

Keith does not befriend someone based on physicality, but whether it’s on how much of an asshole you are. The less judgemental you are, the closer he will want to befriend you 

It takes a looong time to break down his walls. Before you are able to, he’s generally awkward and aloof. But once you either prove or he can see you are trustworthy, he’ll start to occasionally drop a hot piece of trauma to see your reaction to it. If you react well and don’t judge him, he’ll open up more. But if you become uncomfortable with it, he will probably keep you an arms distance away. 

Once you two are closer, most likely through quality time together (ex. Studying while he trains), he would get more and more playful with you. 

Specifically also slowly reveal more and more of his silly side. 

Poking you when he wants your attention and then pretending he didn’t poke you. Blames it on the air. 

Keith would absolutely spar with you in the kitchen using utensils 

He would occasionally crack a joke here and there as well

I also fully believe that Keith has ADHD, and if you have ADHD too, then it would just ricochet between the two of you. This would drive everyone absolutely insane. 

One moment Keith could be discussing battle plans and then you walk into the room and make a random noise, and he would repeat it back thus losing all sense of authority and seriousness. 

Eventually, as you two grow closer, Keith might also develop some feelings…

In a relationship…

He would not be the first person to confess. 

Unless someone were to give him confirmation, then he’d contemplate it. Otherwise, the other party would have to approach him 

Once y’all talk it out and are officially an item, he is going to be a little awkward and aloof again.

This man did not engage in courting behavior when he was in highschool. Sure, I’ll entertain the idea that some of his peers were infatuated with him, but he never actually pursued those relationships since he was focused on his own life problems and emotions. 

Therefore, he does not know how to flirt or how to date someone. 

But that does not mean he is not willing to try, especially for you. 

But in other news, Keith has matured with time and is an amazing communicator. 

He will let you know when he is uncomfortable with something, such as PDA. 

Speaking of PDA, he would prefer to keep most physical touches in private. 

Especially kissing.

But he does not mind holding your hand or resting his on your back

He would also let you know when he is getting nervous over not messing up the relationship. But all he needs is a little assurance that he is doing amazing and all he needs to do is be himself. 

Once he relaxes more into the relationship and gets more comfortable, he would be unabashedly affectionate towards you. In private though. Outside of seclusion ? He would mostly stick to teasing you or light touches. 

Section II coming soon!

Please also feel free to comment on more head cannons that you have! Or to give a contradicting thought!

[iraprince]

I love the entire concept of Cookie... the look, the fashion, the gender... Would you mind telling us a little more about him? I'm also intrigued about why she's named Cooking with Gorgeous!

HI i would LOVE to talk about george thank you so much. also this makes me realize i've never actually sat down and just made a post unabashedly infodumping at length abt an oc before and it seems silly that i haven't. i ask only for all dear readers to please temper their expectations for this post with the knowledge that i just smoked half a joint before sitting down to answer it. a small one. but still. anyway

FIRST OF ALL FOR THE UNACQUAINTED THIS IS COOKING WITH GORGEOUS, aka cookie or george for short. he uses he/him and she/her pronouns interchangeably!

hi sorry that's not cookie that's a horse in a bridal veil that i. found in my stuff while trying to scroll and find my cookie art. i just got distracted and had to show you. okay no for real here's cookie

he's the character i'm playing in a playtest campaign of the absolutely mesmerizing sapphicworld, an in-development ttrpg!!! and if i'm going to be talking about cookie i feel like i HAVE to say i think a huge amount of her charm and dazzle and charisma comes directly from the charm and dazzle and charisma of the setting i created her for. i know i am laying it on really thick right now but that is on purpose. i want, desperately and unashamedly, for this game to get really popular bc 1. it's genuinely that good. and it's not even DONE yet and 2. i want everyone to get into it so that everyone will make sapphicworld characters and then i'll get to see everyone's sapphicworld characters.

EDIT i'm scrolling back up here and adding a readmore bc this is already getting so long lol. you asked for "a little more" and apparently i have graciously decided this means "literally every fact about cookie that exists in my brain"

SO a lot of the info/tidbits i haven't shared about cookie are i guess gameplay-specific stuff... his title (which is like a class/playbook) is "The Noble Sweetheart," though in sapphicworld "nobility" no longer has anything to do with wealth or class, and is instead entirely about amassing a court purely via devotion/popularity; her subculture (which is like, Who You Hang Out With; drifters, goths, poets, debauchers, cowpokes, etc) is Babe; and her kind (which is like ancestries but in sapphicworld is really just like, a physical form, which u can change more or less at will) is Lunarthrope, which is basically a werewolf!! or more broadly a furry, since u always look like whatever were-animal you are 24/7. just MORE at night, tho i suppose i don't represent that aspect much in my cookie art... ANYWAY i am restraining myself from just sitting here and like. transcribing her entire character sheet. but basically what all this means is that cookie's role in the world (at least at the beginning of the campaign) is "Professionally — no, VOCATIONALLY Hot Person who everyone loves so so so so so so much." cookie really enjoys this role.

he's named cooking with gorgeous because he's an avid cook, and he wants to share that with you, and he's gorgeous!! though honestly the cooking hasn't ended up as important to his character as it was when i first came up with him, lol — but my initial concept was kind of like, what's the equivalent of a bouncy normie recipe blogger/lifestyle influencer but in the context of the lush horny trans deathless psychedelic universe of sapphicworld. and it's cooking with gorgeous, a doggirl dyke with big blue boobs (six of them!!) who is so devastatingly cute and darling that a bunch of people just kind of pledge their fealty to him for no real reason other than he feeds them. and is cute

also her name is def influenced by the fantastic names of many canon sapphicworld npcs! like, quick example list of some npc names off the top of my head: the booty commie, death cybernetic, princess eureka!, the culinary goof (whom cookie dislikes. btw.), pizza friday (whom cookie loves!!!)

cookie is very very determined, and she's ALMOST always very confident. even when she isn't feeling confident, she's still very good at forcing herself to keep putting one foot in front of the other — maybe just while screaming or crying or uncontrollably barking or at least very ardently complaining. he has a tendency to be spoiled and, like, tactless-via-obliviousness, so sometimes he can be grating to interact with, and he has a petty/vindictive streak; but in general he's an AGGRESSIVELY kind person and usually aims all his shrill, cheerful stubbornness directly toward the goal of refusing to accept anything but the best for everyone.

at the beginning of our campaign cookie has JUST received a brand new castle!!!! (chateau gorgeous.) which he doesn't actually "own" bc, remember, no wealth or class in sapphicworld, but he's the ENTHUSIASTIC new caretaker and is chomping at the bit to renovate it so ppl can live there and he can throw a bunch of magnificent parties and basically continue living exactly as he has been, But Even More Fabulous. obviously this is exactly when the main plot threat of the campaign shows up and spoils everything and compels cookie to go on his First Ever Adventure!!!!!! she HAS to save the world otherwise NOBODY will be able to go to the first big party at chateau gorgeous :((((

at this point to prevent myself from just like, giving you guys a play by play of the entire campaign so far i am going to just start listing every cookie fact i can think of as bullet points

🎀 he owns a magical sword in the shape of a giant microplane. it's called The Microplane. he pronounces this "mee-crow-plah-nay"

🎀 george desperately wants to resurrect The Dog-Lich, an entity that once ruled over all beasts from its palace on the moon but was murdered and torn to pieces in a cosmic war far in the past. her attitude towards this desire is 50% devoted lunar cultist, 50% parasocially obsessive twitter stan

🎀 this isn't really a cookie fact but going back to how his title is The Noble Sweetheart — just for a glimpse at party composition, his fellow party members' titles are The Intimate Scholar, The Tentacle Advocate, and The Tw*nk Controversial (the * is the canon spelling).

^ aforementioned tw*nk. its name is Mwah ("pronounced like the kiss you blow at someone you just fucked over"). mwah is played by @/squiddelyfather on twitter!

🎀 mwah and cookie used to be very, very tight, BEFORE mwah became the tw*nk controversial. now that it's so.... you know.... controversial, well. they're still very close, but it has gotten a little stilted and weird (and watching them slowly un-weird it together as the campaign goes on has been one of my fav roleplay experiences ever honestly)

🎀 cookie's other adventuremates, skarligge and delaryn, are both very indulgent towards him. delaryn acts the most grumpy/dismissive about it but is honestly sometimes the worst about spoiling cookie out of anyone in the party (skarligge's player is twt@/clown_dream and delaryn's is twt@/glaiveguisarme and hey while im at it our fantastic gm is the sapphicworld dev, twt@/ddemoneclipse. hi guys i hope u don't mind me chattering abt ur ocs here lol it's just hard to talk abt the best of cookie w/o bringing up everyone else's characters and roleplay also!!!)

🎀 cookie is very VERY sensitive and will burst into tears at the drop of a hat. the precursor to this is her eyes getting So So So Big And Wet And Round. one of my favorite bits to menace the other party members with is when something is not going cookie's way i will lean into my mic and say "cookie's eyes are getting so so so big. they're getting so big and wet and round and shiny. they're so so round and fucking big her eyes are like big wet black glass marbles" and this is like kryptonite to them. this is like getting hit with deadly radiation

🎀 oh speaking of fashion!!!! one of cookie's perks from being a Babe is that she can always change her look whenever she wants. she will ALWAYS have whatever outfit she needs and can quickchange instantly. wait this reminds me i have a bunch of seasonal holiday outfits sketched out and i don't think i've ever posted them here but it'll only let me put one more image in this post. well here have this one

🎀 okay well suddenly i have forgotten all other george facts so that's all for now!!! from now on i will try to just dump oc facts like this more often tho this is really fun. ty for getting me going lol!!!

[twenty-orange-balloons]

AU where teen Wei Wuxian, either while just exploring or while skipping class, runs into this woman at a garden or park or out shopping and sees she's looking a little sad. So he goes over and talks to her for a bit, he finds she's actually pretty nice and fun to talk to, he runs into her again and again until he starts to intentionally meet up with her and spend time just doing silly things, like going shopping, checking out restaurants and cafes, sharing complaints about things, sharing recommendations/thoughts.

And it's going really well, she is like a mother or older sister to him. He really enjoys his time with her just as she enjoys spending time with him.

And then he finds out she's his classmate Lan Zhan's mother.

Lan Zhan, who is suspicious about this A-Ying his mother sometimes talks about when he visits. Lan Zhan, who admitted to his mother he has a crush on one of his classmates named Wei Ying. Lan Zhan, who Wei Wuxian has also admitted to her about having a crush on.

He is absolutely mortified because he has been complaining (gushing) about Lan Zhan to his own mother for WEEKS.

Lan Zhan's mother finds it hilarious and slightly puzzling, she thought Wei Wuxian already knew she was Lan Zhan's mother. They do look exceptionally alike and Wei Wuxian had even pointed that out at one moment in time.

Or maybe she did know he was unaware and was enjoying hearing about her son from someone who obviously loved him and was unabashedly talking about him to a supposed stranger.

Anyway, cue hijinks, jealous Lan Zhan who doesn't know it's his crush hanging out with his mom and not some random teen trying to steal her from him, Wei Wuxian and Madam Lan Bonding, Lan Xichen watching everything with an amused, albeit slightly confused, smile, and WangXian getting together after a really hilarious reveal.

Maybe Madam Lan takes Wei Wuxian home for whatever reason and Lan Zhan just so happens to visit, maybe Lan Zhan and his mother are shopping together and Wei Wuxian runs into them, Maybe one of them mentions something while hanging out and makes the connection.

Could be Modern or Canon.

I just really enjoy the idea of Wei Wuxian accidentally becoming close with his future mother-in-law without knowing.

"Wei Ying, did you make friends with my mom? Did you make friends with my mom, Wei Ying?"

[mommy-and-her-subby-kitten]

my subby bottom is SUCH a good girl. she is so, so obedient and does absolutely anything i want. i can be as rough and direct as i want with her and she never even begins to show any pushback for it. she just takes what is coming fully and unabashedly, whether it be a rough pussy pounding, a particularly restrictive bondage session, or a facefucking from mommy's huge cock. i can sit on her face anytime and eats me out so, so well.

i love hearing her moan and whimper from under me as i use her body for my pleasure, especially knowing how happy she is to serve me. i am so lucky to have such a good sub, that does literally anything anytime for me. in the discord call? too bad, I'll mute your mic and make you gag on my dick (with my hands on your head guiding you). playing silly little games on your computer? not when mommy needs to breed her whore.

[jjkamochoso]

JJK Characters and Songs that fit their Love Lives

Warnings: none, but some lyrics in the songs are a bit suggestive!! Also I’m mostly just an anime watcher so if this info isn’t up to date on what’s going on in the manga I’m sorry!!

Choso: I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys

Choso would do anything for his partner and would also be absolutely obsessed with them!! He would try to prove his worth at every given second and acts of service is for sure his love language. He’ll be anything his partner want him to be, as long as they call him theirs.

Gojo: Boombastic by Shaggy

Y’all already KNOW this is Satoru’s jam!! He’s a chill dude that lives to please his partners, romantically and otherwise. Smooth like silk and can take rejection like a champ (though, let’s be real, who’s rejecting him?), he is Mr. Lover Lover!!

And here’s a more serious one for him because I feel like people sometimes only focus on silly Gojo

Gojo Pt. 2: Hanging By a Moment by Lifehouse

Even though he has a happy go lucky side that usually shows, Satoru is a man that feels and cares so deeply. I feel like this song represents the part of him that’s trying to find himself beyond being a strong jujutsu sorcerer and the right partner could help him through those anxieties. He would want a partner to live in the moment with him and be the missing pieces to each other’s puzzles.

Geto: Roll to Me by Del Amitri

Suguru, though he’s been through a loooot, still has a good heart imo. He would be there wholeheartedly for the person he wants to date. Like in the song, he’d be there day or night to talk or be ready to support the person whenever something goes wrong.

Shoko: My Friends Over You by New Found Glory

I had a younger Shoko in mind when I chose this song but I feel like it still kinda applies to older Shoko as well. If she was seeing someone, it most likely would be low commitment and not that serious. Her friends come first, always. If her partner was dragging her down and boring her, she’d have no problem cutting them off asap!

Nanami: My Heart I Surrender by I Prevail

If there’s one thing I associate with Kento, it’s YEARNING. Yearning for a life he truly wanted, yearning for the safety of the youth. Would it be fair to assume his love life follows that pattern? He wouldn’t know if the person he liked returned his affection but that wouldn’t stop him from giving away his whole heart as he waited for the answer.

Yuji: The Way You Are by Babe Patrol

Yuji is great for this song. He holds strong conviction for doing what’s right and is always supporting those around him. As seen with Yuko, he appreciates people as they are and doesn’t expect them to change or conform to arbitrary standards. He would love his partner for being completely, unabashedly themselves.

Nobara: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by WHAM!

Nobara is filled with fun energy and loving (in her own way) vibes so using one of the literal meanings from this song, I would think she’d be so down to go dancing with her partner! I could also see her complaining of a fast heart rate around her crush since she’s always hyped up and being around that person certainly wouldn’t help.

Megumi: And I Love Her by Kurt Cobain

Megumi is a straightforward, low key moody, no nonsense man so this song is perfect for him. It doesn’t dance around feelings at all and tells the audience like it is—a love between him and his partner will never die.

Panda: The Power of Love by New Found Glory

Panda has endless amounts of love for his friends and I know he believes in the power of love, 100%. He’s surrounded by it every day—Yaga, his classmates, even his teachers. Panda has a lot of love to give and isn’t afraid to show it!

Maki: SUGAR by Brockhampton

This song has a lot of lyrics that mention not needing anyone help and being able to do things individually and that’s Maki’s core belief. However, there are some mentions of learning to be okay leaning on a partner and I think that’s how she’d be. If she ever opened up to a partner, it would have to be her and them against the world forever.

Toge: Josie by Blink 182

Inumaki would need a partner who was there for him, no matter what. Someone who would laugh at his jokes, because let’s be honest, he’s hilarious, and someone who would bring him food just because they remembered his order. He would also love someone who shares the same crazy sleep schedule he has so if they were up at 3am watching “Vacation,” like mentioned in the song, that would be his dream.

Yuta: All 4 Love by Color Me Badd

This whole song SCREAAAMS YUTA!!! This certified lover boy would do anything for his partner and be their knight in shining (white) armor (jacket). He would never fail to tell his partner how lucky he is to have them and how attractive they are as well!!

Todo: She’s So High by Tal Bachman

I am 1000% convinced Todo would treat his partner like royalty and hold them in the highest regards. His passion for literally everything is unmatched and I absolutely expect to see that in his love life. Like in the song, he would equate his partner to icons like Cleopatra and Aphrodite because he thinks so highly of them.

Mai: I’m Thru With Love by Marilyn Monroe

Mai is definitely through with love. I feel like she’d fall in love once and completely give up the idea of finding someone else if it didn’t work out. She can’t stand being vulnerable and warm to others so this song is high key perfect for her.

Noritoshi: If I Could Ride a Bike by Park Bird/Chevy

Noritoshi deserves better!! There, I said it!! My boy doesn’t get enough love and that’s reflected in this song choice. The pressure to be a perfect member of the Kamo clan is a lot for him and having a partner that fits those same standards to be accepted is impossible so he’s left imagining what it would be like to love and be loved. I think he would want nothing more than to wake up and see his partner’s smiling face looking back at him and be able to go on carefree adventures with them.

Kokichi: Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

Poor Kokichi :(( I went a bit literal with the relation of the lyrics “scar crossed lovers” since his whole body was littered with messed up skin but I do feel like this song captures his vibe well. I feel like he wouldn’t ask anything of his partner and would just be beyond grateful he finally had someone there for him. He was doomed from birth with his heavenly restriction, thus having a dark outlook on life and further relating to the lyric “kiss my cheek, baby please, would you read my eulogy?” since I think he would like his partner to be there for him even after his death.

Miwa: Everywhere by Michelle Branch

I feel like Miwa is a hopeless romantic so she would relate to this song in that no matter what she does, it relates to her partner. No matter if it’s closing her eyes to sleep or keeping her partner in her thoughts wherever she goes, Miwa has a big heart and just needs to be hugged!

Momo: One Love by It’s Benzzo

I don’t know much about Momo but I know she can’t stand sexism so her partner would have to be open minded and kind, never failing to make her smile. She would just want someone to treat her right!

Yuki: Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

This is the perfect song for Yuki imo. She seems like a flirtatious girl and would love a partner that went all out in romance for her. I think she’d like to get dressed up and then get swept off her feet every date night. Telling her partner to kiss her under the stars would be a great way for her to end the night!

[missmaywemeetagain]

Sergeant Presley (a one-shot)

A/N: Somehow, against all odds in this absolute chaos of a week, I managed to bang out the "Army Elvis" prompt for this week today, like a maniac. I am both shocked and amazed that I wrote a smutty one-shot without overthinking it but also be warned this is hardly edited or revised, nor even really thought out! 😂

Thanks always to my sister wives in chaos and crime: @be-my-ally @whositmcwhatsit @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @thatbanditqueen @powerofelvis and @from-memphis-with-love

TW: Smut! Orgasms! Basically no plot!

Rating: Mature 18+ || Word Count: 2.7k

Sergeant Presley (a one-shot)

He wants to fuck you. Oh lord how he wants to fuck you, from the moment you walk in the room and sit across the aisle from him.

Maybe it’s the curve of your calves and the way they disappear under your pencil skirt. Maybe it’s how your jacket notches in at your waist, accentuating your ample hips. Or perhaps it’s the fact that even with the conservative uniform and minimal to-do with your hair and make-up (as per regulations, of course), you still are absolutely gorgeous.

Or I’m just horny, Elvis thinks sardonically, shifting in his seat.

The movement catches your eye, and he watches curiously as you do a bit of a double take, eyes widening slightly in recognition before your head whips straight ahead.

He smirks to himself at that. It never gets old, the light that goes on in women’s eyes when they take him in in person. And he certainly isn’t getting much of it lately, being effectively shackled here in Germany, clad in his drab green Army fatigues.

Well, that’s not entirely true, he thinks as he pictures the fans that gather at all hours outside the house he’s renting while he’s here, about the girls he invites in. But it’s not quite the same, not the same at all, because his fame is tenuous and teetering here. Part of him is certain that they’ve all forgotten about him at home, despite the Colonel’s reports to the contrary, despite the new movie contracts and albums he is set to record as soon as he returns. However, the sliver of fear about his fate has burrowed deep these past two years and poisons him slowly, each day he is gone.

But now he’s counting days and weeks instead of months and years, and he can nearly taste being home. His fear and the antsy feeling that permeates him is overcome by anxious excitement now, so he’s feeling better than he has in a long time.

And here he is, getting his Sergeant stripes, and that fills him with a different sort of pride altogether.

So, perhaps it is all these factors combined that have him wanting to jump across the aisle, pull you into his arms, and kiss you silly.

He’s never seen you before and doesn’t know your name until they call you up to present you with your earned rank. Feeling a bit lecherous, he admires the view of your ass as you walk to the front and the heaving of your breast as they pin your stripes. Your pretty eyes catch his unabashedly heated gaze and pink floods your cheeks as he locks you in.

Elvis knows what he’s doing. While much of it is a natural sort of gift, he’s also honed his seductive abilities quite a bit in the last four years and gets paid a lot of money because of it. He’s also well aware that he looks good, filled out in a manly way but slimmed down in all the right areas, and right now, he’s not above using his looks to get your attention. And he so does want your attention, as much as he knows by virtue of your uniform and rank, you are completely off limits. He’s not stupid—he’s too close to the end for a court martial. Though he may not be able to fuck you the way he wants, it doesn’t mean he can’t have a little bit of fun.

Crossing his arms, he brings one hand to his mouth, letting his thumb catch on his full bottom lip and his mouth fall open slightly. Then he gazes at you with a pointed but dreamy stare, his eyes blinking slowly.

He watches you gulp and fidget at front of the room, all of which could be explained away by nerves of being put on the spot, but he knows he’s hit jackpot because there’s a little fire stoked in those lovely eyes now.

Tilting his head and raising a brow, he makes a private show of looking you up and down as you walk tenuously back to your seat. Giving him a glare of admonishment, you very purposefully do not look at him once you are seated again, but your hands wring in your lap, your leg crossing over towards him.

He’s flustered you. Warmth rolls over him, pooling in his pelvis, and through the rest of the ceremony, he tries not to think of bending you over your chair, yanking up your skirt, and sinking deep into your silky heat.

His cock twitches at the thought.

Later, fate intervenes on his behalf when he realizes you’ve been seated with him at the dinner banquet following the ceremony. He shakes your hand, introducing himself, letting his fingers squeeze and his thumb graze your palm a little too intimately. The gamut of emotions that flashes over your face before you bring down a stoic smile makes him chuckle.

He guides you to sit next to him, and while you hesitate at first, he knows he’s already won because of the way your eyes widen at the suggestion.

Now that you are close, his body goes into overdrive, and he is drunk on the sweetness of your perfume and the smoothness of your skin. He realizes he’s likely being too obvious in his flirtations but can’t bring himself to reign it in. The other men and women at the table have either consciously or subconsciously deferred to him and his charms, leaving no one to compete for your attention. He lays it on thick, wanting to eat you right up.

Elvis is hyperaware of every time you glance his direction, which is happening more often as he pulls you deeper into conversation, your cool exterior thawing bit by bit. But the way your eyes dilate and how you lick your lips when he brings the bottle of cola in front of him to his mouth has a zing of arousal shooting down his spine and straight into his cock.

Oh.

Nothing if not responsive, Elvis tongues the lip of the bottle before taking a slow drag of the sweet, fizzy soda. Your eyes are fixated now on his mouth, on the bottle, and he watches you catch your lower lip in your teeth as you stare.

Heat courses through him as he pulls the bottle away, tongue rolling over his bottom lip to catch the lingering drops of sugar caught there. You swallow visibly, and he doesn’t stop his teasing, unable to keep his lip from quirking into a delighted smirk at your attentions. Your eyes fly back up to his, as if just realizing you’ve been caught, and you flush a charming shade of red before clearing your throat and looking away quickly.

But every time he raises the bottle to his lips, your eyes catch like a moth to a flame. This time they follow his hand down as he sets the bottle on the table. Condensation gathers droplets on the cool glass and he relishes the smooth, wet feeling as he strokes the bottle with his thumb.

You fidget in your seat. It takes him a second to understand why, but once he does, he feels his cock chub up, caught mercilessly in his briefs and dress pants. The little, mischievous devil in him takes great pleasure watching you watch him make a show of gripping the bottle in his whole hand, slowly thumbing over the opening at the top again and again.

You choke a little and reach for your water, taking a deep drag and blinking rapidly, as if trying to come out of the spell he seems to have you under. You attempt to throw yourself into the conversation at the table, ignoring him with all your might, your body tense in your seat.

A challenge, he thinks, smiling.

Slowly, Elvis presses his knee into the side of your thigh, loving the way you nearly jump out of your seat in surprise at the contact. It’s like a bolt of electricity between you, and he starts to strain against his underwear.

Now that he has your attention, he places his hand back around the cola bottle, lewdly gripping it and slowly twisting his hand down and back up the glass. It’s truly not that far off from his actual size, so the motion feels almost too familiar, too easy. Your mouth pops open at the suggestive gesture and it takes everything in him to not lap his tongue into that delicate little mouth of yours. He matches his rhythm, stroking his knee against your leg, which also happens to provide some delicious friction in his pants. He feels you tense, squeezing your thighs together, and he cannot help but think of your little pink snatch likely staining your panties with slick right at this very moment.

Elvis almost groans aloud at that, catching it in his throat at the last second, but you seem to hear it and your eyes fly to his. Your pupils are blown out and cheeks are hot, and he can almost smell the arousal on you. Goddamn it, he wants to make you come, right here at the table, just for him, in front of everyone, who, wrapped up in their own conversations seem none the wiser at the seduction that is happening before them.

He’s hardly touching you but feels a surge of power when you fidget again, caught like willing prey in his stare. He can’t touch you more than he already is because that would get him in trouble, but if he can’t lay you across this table and fuck you senseless, he’s going to do it the only way he can.

His ministrations on the bottle are serving to arouse him just as much as you, each stroke making his cock twitch and strain and stiffen. Your eyes dart from his to the bottle, back and forth, your breath shallow and rapid. His eyes are heavy on you, unyielding, and look upon you as though you were under him, as though he were trapped and undulating in the heat of what he just knows is your perfect, untouched cunt.

You look back at him as though you know exactly what he’s thinking, as though your tight little hole is snug around him, sweet as honey, treating him right. Your hands clutch at your silverware, your napkin, anything you can get your hands on that isn’t him, and he knows you are well on your way to where he wants you because he can feel how your legs move back and forth, creating the friction you so desperately need between them.

He wonders if he can get away with touching you under the tablecloth, with sticking his hand into those wet panties of yours to play with your swollen and sensitive nub, but your skirt is too long and tight, and your jacket hides the waistband. No, he’s gonna have to be satisfied with eye-fucking you and jerking off this cola bottle.

Your chest starts to vibrate with tension as you try desperately to hold back the short little gasps emanating from your lips and he knows then that you are set to explode. You brace your elbows on the table, hiding the lower part of your face with your napkin, as if wiping your mouth, and he feels your hips buck. You do a helluva job not moaning and rolling your eyes back as you come for him, but he sees you drift somewhere else for a moment in your ecstasy, your eyes going blank as you pant as measured as you can into your napkin-shield.

Watching you unravel so gracefully and so untouched has his own orgasm sneaking up on him. The fact that he made you come just by looking at you but also at the element of public indecency involved has him clutching the cola bottle so hard he might break it. He wants to palm his dick with his other hand, but he knows he can’t be subtle about it and kind of likes the fact you’re making him come untouched, too.

Elvis manages to hold on until you come down from your high enough to look at him with dreamy, satiated eyes and that finally sends him over the edge. His cock pulses heavy and hard, springing against the confines of his slacks, his eyes drifting closed and lips parting as he shivers through his orgasm as quietly as he can. Holy fucking hell.

Your shy, knowing smile is the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes, and he can’t help but smile right back at you in kind. Your rosy cheeks and gleaming eyes make him feel giddy. His face feels red hot and he can’t help but bring the cold cola bottle to his face to cool it off. You choke back a laugh.

“You alright there, Sergeant Presley?” another soldier questions him.

“Ohhhh, I’m fine,” he drawls, amused, “Just feels like it’s a thousand degrees in here is all, in this getup.”

For once, he’s glad of his regulation briefs, as they kept him from shooting his load straight down his pant leg, but he doesn’t have to look down to know by the sheer force and amount of his release that he’s soaking through the front of his pants. His only consolation is that he knows you must be soaked through your panties, too.

If he can get his jacket on, he’ll be okay because it’s long and will cover the mess, but how he’s going to do so without the entire hall seeing he just jizzed his pants, he’s not so sure. It might not be a problem for the average Joe, but people can’t help but watch his every move, whether he wants them to or not. He realizes in his haze of horniness that maybe he didn’t really think this through.

You seem to realize his predicament, however, pretty eyes widening after looking down in his lap. You snap your head up quickly and he can sense your wheels turning. He starts to panic a little when you don’t let him in on the plan, though, as you start telling some story that he can’t seem to pay attention to with the sticky, rapidly cooling mess in his underwear.

Before he knows what’s happening, you are sweeping your arm to the side in a dramatic retelling, knocking the half-full bottle of cola over, directly into his lap.

He yelps in surprise as the dark cola soaks into his slacks, right over the other stain that had begun to set.

“Oh! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Sergeant Presley!” you cry apologetically, quite convincingly, and in other circumstances, he might try to get you into the movies with your level of commitment as you place your napkin into his lap.

He chuckles, “Oh, it’s fine, darlin’, it’s just a little soda. After all, I was going on about how warm I was gettin’, so you cooled me right off.” He gives you a wink at his obvious double entendre, and you purse your lips to hold back a laugh.

“Well, I’m awfully embarrassed,” you say quietly, fully leaning into the role. “Please send me your dry cleaning bill. It’s the least I can do.” Pulling a little pad out of your clutch, you scribble something down on the paper, tear it off, fold it, and hand it to him.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. It’s no big thing,” he says, but takes the paper anyway, sensing that you have written something other than your dry cleaner’s information on it. He motions for your pen and paper. “Can I?”

You nod and hand them over. In his chicken scratch handwriting, he scrawls a note:

If you ever find yourself in Memphis someday, honey, come to Graceland for a visit. Ask for ‘Sarge.’ I’d love to have ya.

Love, Sergeant Elvis Presley

He finishes by adding one of the numbers at Graceland and hands the pad back to her. Wishful thinking, but maybe someday, when it’s not a court-martialed offense, he’ll be able to show you the good time you deserve.

He excuses himself, then, sloshing in his soggy, ruined pants, waiting until he gets to the car to read your note.

Sergeant Presley,

One must watch out for those pesky cola bottles…Try vinegar and cold water for that stain…wouldn’t want it to set!  

Corporal Y/N  Y/L/N

He laughs heartily as the car pulls away.

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Hi!! Can I have your headcanons of how Jae ha and Kija would take care of their injured s/o? (Not sure how she got injured but thank you for opening your inbox love!!!)

Hi anon! Sorry for the wait, you absolutely can have headcanons of that! I think Kija and Jaeha especially would be fun watching when it comes to an injured s/o, so thanks for sending this in!

Because anon has used she/her pronouns, I will also be employing that in these headcanons where applicable!

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Kija

When Kija finds you with Yoon treating your injuries, he is immensely and instantly worried. Kija's the type to fret a lot about small things, so if he could take ten thousand arrows to soothe your pain, he would do it.

But that's unfortunately not how healing works, so he refuses to leave your side until Yoon finishes dressing you and tells him that it'll heal without an issue. He may refuse to leave your side after that too.

He'd ask Yoon about several things and try to change the dressings himself based on what he's learned. Unfortunately, his abilities are no where near as skilled as Yoon's, and the claws bestowed on his right hand do little but wear the bandages or tear them. He's clumsy trying to take care of you, to say the least.

He'd feel frustrated at how useless he is, how only Yoon can help you and how he failed to prevent your injury in the first place, no matter what he was doing at the time.

Until you recover, he does everything in his power so that you rest. You're forced to concede to his adorable authoratative tone every time you try to move. "Do not move! Yoon has instructed that you rest! I shall fetch that for you, Love." He attaches that pet name to each of his sentences like he's happy to be at your beck and call while you heal, and he unabashedly is.

This is exclusively figurative and metaphorical— but he's sort of like a puppy that tries to lick at your wounds if that makes any sense. The licking is more like staying by your side, making sure you have everything you need and keeping you company. Note the futility of the wound-licking in terms of actual wound-healing. It's just nice because he very obviously cares.

"It's only natural for the duty to be mine to care for Y/N until she recovers!"

Jaeha

Jaeha would be fascinating to watch. Despite his usual attitude, he's visibly shaken when he sees your bandages soaked in red. Soaked in red on your body.

He'd revert back to himself once he registers that you're in Yoon's hands and alive, making a snarky comment on what you've gotten yourself into this time. "I leave you for a mere moment and you've gotten hurt? Looks like I can't let you out of my sight now, Dear."

Although he wants to stick by you and take care of you, he can't seem to forfeit his pride as he does so. He makes himself more composed than how he really feels as he changes your bandages. And he didn't volunteer to, nor had he asked Yoon about it. Yoon simply told him to, of course, and who was he to deny Yoon and refuse time next to you? Even though he could just do it if he wanted to and it would make no difference.

While you're injured, Jaeha's fraught with a silly internal conflict as he navigates his feelings of worry towards you and a fear of acting like he's too worried. That explains why he'd rather you didn't know about how intentional his close proximity to you is. How he'd keep the herbs Yoon used on you in mind and excuse himself and leave for the fields without telling anyone what he was up to.

If you're injured and unable to use your hands, he'd feed you while teasing you about it. As if he's not absolutely ecstatic to be in the position he's in right now.

Throughout your recovery, he'll let his walls down here and there, often while griping about how hopeless you are, when he more means to convey how hopeless he is— how hopelessly carved into his being you are, and your injury would only serve as proof of that.

[syncopation53]

The thing about nimbus that makes them such an interesting character to me is that they are earnest and unapologetic and excitable and they put 110% into everything they do at all times and all of it comes from a place of “pay no attention to what’s behind the curtain lighthearted funnyman persona”

Not to say that nimbus is Actually just full of angst and sadness and tragedy behind the scenes all the time. they aren’t, not even with the death of their mentor. nor is it all that different from what they are feeling at any given moment. it’s not. But being neomuni, being a cloud strider, a protector of their people (and an incredibly competent one at that), it gives them a certain presence to their self-image in their own mind that probably wouldn’t be there if they were just another digital citizen, if they were still Dara Danu instead of Nimbus. The augmentations they put themself through to become a cloud strider aren’t something eating away at their lifespan every waking moment, it was a conscious choice and noble sacrifice. Rohan’s death wasn’t something to mourn, it’s something to inspire and propel them to fight and work harder and preserve his memory. Their jokes and commentary aren’t ways to put distance between Nimbus the Cloud Strider and Nimbus the Person, it’s just their brand of humor that some people find annoying. But that’s fine by them, they wouldn’t be bothered by that. Their core is still protected, and that’s all that really matters in the end. This way nothing can reach them, hurt them, pull them in any direction other than where they want to go. This way nimbus as a whole is friendly and open and protected and untouchable, paradoxically in thanks to how ridiculously, unabashedly comfortable they are in their own skin, so much so that it becomes a caricature of itself without anyone even trying to make it that way, least of all nimbus themself

And they are themself, fully, during the entirety of lightfall and post-campaign. They’re silly and fun-loving and goofy and joking and reckless and overconfident and compassionate and intelligent and caring and emotional and dedicated to the safety of their people above all, and it’s all over-the-top and in-your-face and probably a little bit too forceful thanks to them going from one in a team of two with someone to watch their back and cover for them so they can goof off on the job to The lone cloud strider responsible for the survival of their entire civilization more than ever now with their presence being known to the rest of the solar system and also dealing with shadow legion and vex incursions on the side. It’s their nonchalant “I’m full of fury” line that made me think “oh you are absolutely blorbo material” but it was the mission in the black garden for deterministic chaos that really made my third eye open and my brain say “oh. oh there is so much more going on with your character than we realize. ok then” *becomes my new favorite*

[emerystellar]

@bettinalevyisdetermined this is probably a little silly of me, but as someone who’s been on the internet almost a decade and been interacting with tumblr content since the ripe age of 9 on pinterest, i’ve never seen anyone do it as well-condensed and faithful as you have. and to be so vibrantly, unabashedly undertale too, it brings a special sort of hope to me! having those two beacons of content through 2015-2017 was probably one of the best periods of my life, and to know that you’re bringing back that spirit in such a good way. hell, i’d even say you’ve got a little bit of Vinergy (vibe energy) which is absolutely saying something in the ripe year of 2023!

just.. thank you, i suppose! for being a sort of ‘new’ generation’s induction into all the things i hold dear, and the stuff that really set me up for good on the internet. it’s really good to see people are still doing it earnestly like you are. <3

[lover-of-small-things]

top 5 reasons you think i should watch riverdale go:

HI BESTIE ❤️❤️❤️ this is genuinely such a hard task because i have so many reasons. but for you i will narrow it down to five AND focus mainly on season one :

1) it's a creative writer's dream. the unreliable narrator is one of the main characters and his viewpoint molds and shapes the way the story is told. the dead boy in the river at the beginning of the show is an integral character to the story but we never see him speak. every character has a history that we only learn when it's forced out of them like pulling teeth. the town itself is alive and it is obsessed with the main characters and its love is so desperate and human that it destroys them. time is warped. every character experiences the story through a different genre. everyone is self aware and no one is aware of anything.

susan sontag might call riverdale the perfect representation of camp: it takes pleasure in the simple things; it unabashedly loves what it's doing; and it wholeheartedly makes references to what inspires it. you want a revelatory break? an open conversation with the impact of comic book legacy? an ongoing dialogue about the morality of creation? a consideration of the way literature and a love for/obsession with literature contours the way you view life? look no further. riverdale's got it all.

2) it's absolutely devastating. a boy drowns in the river and no one knows what happened to him, and no one ever really knew him except his sister, and no one is free enough from the thumb of authority to ask questions except for a bunch of kids. a little boy is groomed by his music teacher and he learns that his body is useless beyond its ability to take a hit and look pretty doing it. all he ever wanted to do was be a good son and a good friend and play guitar. a little girl is lied to and manipulated and alone and she thinks she's going crazy trying to play the part of the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect girl next door.

a little girl moves to a strange town where everyone hates her father, and she's lost and unmoored and trying to reinvent herself, and she's desperately trying to be good even as everyone around her chooses their history over her love. a little girl loses her twin brother and is lost, hated, and manipulated by her abusive parents while she desperately tries to figure out what in the world is happening around her, and she's so lonely. so lonely. a little boy, homeless and abused and hungry and cold, grapples for control while his life burns down around him, and turns to writing as a form of escape and a way to make sense of his world.

riverdale knows it's a lot sometimes. it knows it can be ridiculous. but underneath the glitz and glamor, you're left with a small fistful of breathtakingly real characters who you can't help but empathize with. who you can't help but love. who you can't help but to want to understand.

3) it's so fun! as heartwrenching as riverdale can be, one of its best parts is that it's simply so much fun to watch. there are musical episodes. there's a mafia movie plotline. and a gangster movie plotline. and a sci fi alien movie plotline. there are cults and evil dnd games and flashbacks to the 80s. the kids do ridiculous, grown-up things like meddling in murder investigations and uncovering hidden town truths, but they also go to prom and run the school newspaper and try out for the cheerleading squad and tackle stage fright and fight with their parents. they go to drive-ins! and perform in a talent show! and meet their friends' weird ass families!

there are episodes told like horror stories. episodes framed like comic books. episodes where stories and imaginations come to life. silly episodes, filler episodes, straight-up fun episodes. in this era of tight, eight-ep seasons that are meant to be a movie chopped up haphazardly so it can fit run times, who is doing it like riverdale?

4) it plays with the american gothic. this small town is corrupt to the core. it was built on violence and bloodshed and hatred. everyone thinks it's perfect. they're not all wrong; there are still legacies of love here despite the rot that runs through everything. the outsiders are the enemy. the outsiders are not the enemy, but it's easier to pretend they are so we don't have to confront ourselves. the nuclear family is not terrifying because it can be infiltrated by evil, it is terrifying because there is something inherently evil about it. when you anger the town, it traps you with an impenetrable fog. you can't trust your friends. you can't trust your parents. you can't trust the police. everyone knows everyone. you're trapped. you love it here. you should move. you can never really leave. this town loves you. it wants to eat you alive.

5) it's very silly. i'm weird i'm a weirdo. the epic highs and lows of high school football. word of my serving nick his comeuppance has made its way to the demimonde of mobsters and molls my father used to associate with. it's not queerbaiting, it's saving the world. i'm training with the fbi and i'm coming for you, you psycho bitch. again, WHO is doing it like riverdale? my beloved riverdale my best friend riverdale. every single silly line from this show makes me so overwhelmed with fondness for it and you should join me so you can experience the absolute love i have for her too.

[one-vivid-judgment]

Hi! Can we get part 2 of 'what does their s/o do that makes them genuinely smile' for Zhao, Seonhee, Tomi and Ebina? Thanks!

Woe! Fluff be upon ye!

(I do apologize for the lack of a post yesterday—a bitch (me) was tired af cause she stayed up past her designated bedtime and she was going to die of sleepy bitch syndrome)

Zhao Tianyou

He is so used to being the cook that he can’t remember the last time someone cooked him a nice, big meal. As much as he gets satisfaction out of seeing everyone smile and enjoy the food he’s cooked, it’s also great to be cared for in return, right? Right. If you cook him a course of his favorite foods (or just anything really), he will melt. Even if you are not great at cooking, he will still eat everything and offer you advice on how to get better at it.

He wears a shit ton of jewelry. He knows he wears a shit ton of jewelry. It’s all about making a fashion statement. And if you go out of your way to buy him another ring, a bracelet, necklace, whatever, he will wear it. Every. Day. You think he can’t fit any more rings because all his fingers are occupied? Well, think again. He will find a way to wear yours and show it off to everyone that will listen. After all, his amazing partner got him this awesome piece of jewelry, and everyone needs to know about it.

Seonhee

Something so intimate about doing each other’s nails with your partner. Even if you are not into nailcare yourself, just the fact that you try your best to make her nails look nice is enough to make her smile. You pick colors that suit her, hold her hands all the way, rub hand-cream on them once you are done to make sure they are soft like you know she likes it. She usually wears gloves all the time, but for a day or two afterwards, she may go without them to let everyone see.

Seeing you interact with Joongi is so weirdly wholesome to her. You know he is important for her, so you make sure to talk to and bond with him over mostly silly things, like his fishing ventures which you are more than welcome to join. You can see Seonhee by the side when you chat with Joongi, smiling to herself and looking at you both with fond eyes.

Eric Tomizawa

He liked drawing when he was a kid, but between adulthood happening and just a general lack of time, he had to stop. He still loves doodling here and there, when he finds the time. If you also like drawing, you’ve got yourself an admirer—and if you ever come to him and show Tomi a drawing of himself, or better, of you both together? God, he will absolutely melt. He will keep it in the room, frame it even. There is no time when he looks at the drawing and doesn’t smile. Even if you think you’re not the greatest artist around, you are in his heart.

Nothing he likes more than a peaceful night’s sleep. He is a cuddler to boot, and being little spoon is not something he is opposed to. In fact, he quite likes it. He always falls asleep with a relaxed smile when he has his head to your chest, your arms wrapped around him and your hands playing with his hair. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy and just... comforted. He needed it, honestly.

Masataka Ebina

Despite how he presents himself to the world and despite his quest for revenge being basically his whole reason to live, a man like Ebina needs comfort, too. Just being outright, unabashedly loved. The certainty that someone out there cares for him and loves him on purpose even though he is all but consumed by revenge makes him smile sincerely. So go ahead and give him hugs and kisses and remind him that you love him every morning, he will eat it up.

He enjoys taking you places for dates. Just anywhere will do, he’s not to picky. He especially likes public places with lots of people around like, let’s say, Hamakita Park. Not only to show off his gorgeous partner, but also to return the favor and be all over you without worrying about his men seeing and thinking he has gone soft. They could pull something funny if he did, so better safe than sorry. Strangers on the street though? Sure, why not. He can kiss you as much as he wants in front of them, and he may or may not get a kick out of the stares you get for his exaggerated displays of affection. And also your own reactions.

[squirmywuirmy]

⭐️My Favorite Things about Tickling⭐️

Heey so I’ve been wanting to make one of these posts for a WHILE now, so here it is! I might refine this list later on as I make more posts, but we’ll see🧎‍♂️✨OH! This list is all SFW by the way!!!

•That little ⚡️jolt⚡️of anticipation , giddiness, and fear that you get when you realize there is no escape riiiight before someone tickles you

•How friend groups band together in little teams to subject each other to playful attacks and how no one ever stays on the same team or plays fair

•people’s fascination with watching another person cruuumble, even if they’re not directly involved in the tickling. Just from observation, even if someone has no involvement or particular inclination for tickling,

•the LAUGHTER. Oh my GOD, TRULY sounds like the sun-shiniest parts of someone’s soul spilling out of them. I love the titters, the little yells, the squeaks, the hysterical witch cackling, the belly laughs, the audible gasps or swallowed giggles, I could go ON.

•I love when people are more ticklish than they think they are, and they seem genuinely taken aback by their own reactions. Like you thought you outgrew this?!? Bb c’mere and 👹laugh👹

•How people get themselves so damn worked up with sheer anticipation that it works against them

~and any (playful!!) movement in their direction results in a giggle and an automatic covering of their torso/other ticklish spot, even if they aren’t touched

•Speaking of which, when someone GIVES AWAY their own worst spots by instinctively covering them

•The words/sentences that turn into giggles. A classic but an absolute essential. Bonus points if said words/sentences is the person in the middle of saying some variation of “I’m not ticklish”

•Someone that was just a tickle victim letting out the most ruthless, smug tickle monster

•T E A S I N G

• Being ganged up on by multiple people bc you were a little shit one too many times

•Poking people before they have the chance to get you back or vice versa, thus creating a ✨war✨

•When the laughter pitches up or otherwise gets noticeably more frantic and hysterical as their more ticklish spots are discovered

•Just the trope of someone crumbling the longer they’re ticked/teased

•Someone’s resolve gradually fraying the longer they’re tickled, and the goofier and more unabashedly giggly they become

•Someone getting a shoulder rub or a back massage and being too twitchy to handle it, and the person giving the massage cATCHING ONTO THIS AND NOT STOPPING

•Resting your hand on someone’s side or pulling their foot towards you and they start to giggle maniacally before you’ve even done anything (ADORABLE)

•General squirminess! :)

•The fun and silliness of it all!!! People laughing and letting their composure go is so, so endearing.

[onestepbackwards]

A silly idea I wanted to share with you:

Self-aware characters where you, the Player, are recording for a “Let’s Play” series.

I imagine the characters would he so confused and concerned when they see you running around the world, talking to absolutely no one and unabashedly sharing every little thought. If there’s no voice acting, you read the dialogue out loud and put on voices with wildly different levels of accuracy, and make silly comments and tangents in the middle of conversations. Or sometimes the player character will just freeze in place while you start telling a ridiculous story or get into some nonsensical debate out of the blue, then carry on like nothing happened.

The characters might get used to it after a while, but there are moments where the persona is put away and they see you wander the area or check your settings, all with a level of quiet that’s uncharacteristic of you. Then, like a machine, you “turn on” and don’t even acknowledge what just happened. It makes them wonder what it is you’re hiding…

I imagine it probably wouldn’t help with the idea of you being a ‘god’, if they saw you as such.

To them, you could simply be talking to other deities they cannot see. Who are they to tell you who to talk to, and how you do so?

But if they aren’t sure what you are, it’s something that’s unsettling to a lot of them. Who is it there with you that they can’t see or hear? And you use plural words, and sometimes odd, specific names.

“Hey Macaroniblaster! How are you? Thank you for the sub!”

“Oh! Wormbench97! How are things? How’s the wife?”

“You-You guys, no, I’m not gonna do that. I know for a fact that will kill- I’m not doing that! Bad chat! Bad! No!”

Its confusing. Like you are making some sort of conference or presentation, but they can not hear who you speak to.

Though for some reason, Ingo seems the least bit bothered…