#ty anon

[helcef]

Phantom is a sensitive Lil dude, like I can imagine swiss telling phantom not to do something and phantoms eyes well with tears and his bottom lip starts to quiver and Swiss is like so shocked the first time this happens and he's like "What happened bug?" And phantom is like "I w-wanna k-keep doing (whatever he was doing)" and swiss is like "oh no bug, I can't let you do that", phantom demands extra cuddles because swiss was being mean

Dw he will find some trees outside to climb instead

[sluttywonwoo]

LIX THOTS TO THE RESCUE❗❗❗I imagine felix using his voice as a way to get you squirming, writhing underneath him. Even better if its mirror sex. He'd totally hold you up against the mirror, praising you in his deep motherfucking australian accent. One hand is around your throat, forcing you to maintain eye contact- another shamelessly rubbing your clit. He'd totally use his voice and purposely make it go 3 octaves deeper, to get you squirming.

“don’t you look pretty?”

your eyes are barely open and you can hardly make out your reflection in the mirror but you’re positive ‘pretty’ isn’t the word you would use to describe yourself right now. still, you know felix is expecting an answer so you nod.

“you know you gotta use your words, baby,” he urges. the words, spoken against the spot right below your ear, tickle, making you shiver.

“y-yes,” you choke out.

felix uses his free hand, the only that isn’t between your legs, to angle your chin so that you’re forced to look at yourself straight on.

“yes, what?”

“yes i… look pretty.”

“that’s my girl,” he praises, starting to rock his hips into yours again. he’s careful not to go too hard— he doesn’t want to slam you into the countertop over and over again. you’re already fragile enough. “i’d fuck you like this every day if i could. we’d never use our bed again. that’s a lie,” he adds before you can protest, “i’d never be able to give up fucking you in missionary. i love being on top of you, kissing you all over your face, watching you fall apart for me… shit, you’re gorgeous in any position, baby.”

“s-so are you.”

felix smiles, bright and blinding, and kisses you tenderly on the back of the neck. “you’re so sweet to me.”

“you deserve it, ah-”

“careful,” your boyfriend warns, quick to pull you back against him since your legs had decided to practically give out on you. “what happened there, baby?”

“felt too good,” you whine. “‘m sorry.”

he nods in understanding, hiding a smirk behind your shoulder. “oh, baby… am i hitting it?”

you’d been trying your best to hold eye contact with your reflection but it becomes impossible as soon as the words leave his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head and you melt further into the pleasure.

“yes… feels so fucking good, lix. please don’t stop…”

“don’t worry, baby,” he assures you. “i wouldn’t dream of it.”

[tinyliltina]

Okay but consider… a tiny lying on the soft cushy stomach of their giant and snuggling there, and the two of them cuddle together until they both fall asleep, all warm and cozy

You doing the most anon and I appreciate you

I love to imagine tiny like circling the giant like a small animal would to find Maximum Comfy Position™️ to snuggle. Giant chuckles bemusedly, laying still until tiny flops with a heavy sigh.

Giant’s hand lazily drapes over their little friend as tiny stretches and hums. Giant can feel tiny’s muscles relax beneath their fingers, tiny’s breaths easing into soft snores. Giant smiles and runs a finger over tiny’s soon-to-be bed head, adoring how the familiar weight feels atop their middle. Giant relaxes their head onto their pillow, eyes close as they hold their little friend.

Tiny indulges in the warmth and comfort giant gives off as they lay on their heated bed. Their thoughts, usually anxious and frantic, calm at the low thudding of giant’s heart. It’s a constant, wordless promise that giant will protect them. Finally, tiny can rest.

Good stuff 👍👏👏

[apchuyuji]

[jazzy-man13]

I saw a Therian hc ask and I was wondering whether you'd be willing to do a similar one for the TFP Decepticons but with a gender neutral human reader, who turns out not to be a human after all, but an alien mind/soul in a human body?

TFP decepticons x gn alien reader in a human body hcs

Grrrrr tysm anon for the request, I hope this is at least somewhat what you were looking for! 🫶

Megatron: He noticed that you had... strange mannerisms for a human, to say the least. When he approached you about it, you carefully explained to him that you're actually not human. He finds your predicament to be fascinating. He'll most likely treat you with more respect, considering you're not really one of those fleshbags that he hates so much.

Soundwave: They'll listen to you closely as you explain how your soul and mind isn't human, and that you just happen to have a human body. If you're ever feeling homesick for a world that you can't be a part of, they'll take you to the top of the nemesis and watch the stars with you, pointing out constellations and any planets they know.

Shockwave: He's intrigued by you. He wants to run tests on you to see if there's any difference in you neurologically compared to an average human. Honestly, stay away from him.

Starscream: Bro is probably the least understanding out of everyone. He won't disrespect you outright, but he'll tease you for being stuck in a human body. He finds it amusing that you're stuck as a human even though you aren't one.

Dreadwing: He does his very best to understand you, and he makes sure to treat you as an equal in spite of your human body. He'd do meditation with you in his spare time to help you find a sense of peace whenever you get stressed from being stuck in a human form.

Breakdown: The big mech will struggle to understand, but he's very nice and polite to you. He'd ask more questions to try and understand you better. If you were ever frustrated by the limitations of your human body, he would do whatever he could to help you out. He lets you ride on his shoulder to make you feel bigger around others.

Knockout: He doesn't particularly have much to say about it, but he's still trying to support you. If he has spare time and energy, he might help make some enhancements for your body to help you match your mind more.

Predaking: He's always willing to listen to you talk about yourself and what you would be like if you weren't stuck as a human. He takes a liking to you very quickly, and will protect you from anyone on the ship that bothers you about your human body.

[sasusakucoded]

Sasuke: *sees Sakura staring at him and the baby* Is everything okay, Sakura?

Sakura: Y-Yeah.. *smiles* Why did you ask?

Sasuke: It seems that you're in deep thought.

Sakura: A bit.. I'm just thinking about.. Things.. But nothing to worry about. *giggles nervously*

Sasuke nods while cradling their second-born in his arm. Although she assured him that it was nothing, he knows that something is bothering her.

At bedtime..

Sakura: *lies down beside Sasuke* Finally, he's asleep.

Sasuke: You must be tired.

Sakura: Not really. *smiles*

Sasuke: Sakura, where did you go this morning?

Sakura: W-Why are you asking?

Sasuke: Ah— The food— The food that you brought home was good. So, I thought I can buy from there in another time.

Sakura: Oh.. Yeah.. It's the restaurant across the supermarket's back entrance.

Sasuke: I see.. Well, then. Good night and rest well. *kisses each other*

---

The next day, Sasuke decides to go and check the place. He thinks that he'd be able to find out what happened yesterday, which made Sakura upset.

Sasuke: *goes to the counter* Hi! My wife went here yesterday. I wonder if something happened because she was upset when she got home.

Cashier: I— I have no idea and I didn't notice! B-But you see those three? *points at the 3 men* Th-Those are our regulars. You can check with them. They might have seen something.

Sasuke goes directly to their table and asks the three men. They're denying seeing Sakura yesterday but Sasuke doesn't believe them. The restaurant is packed, so he decides to not cause a scene. Instead, he waits outside until any of them goes out.

One of the men leaves the restaurant and Sasuke follows him. When they're in a secluded area, he puts him under genjutsu.

Sasuke: Sharingan! *views the man's memory*

|||

Man1: Is that really an Uchiha? *peeks*

Sakura: *overhears the 3 men from the other table*

Man2: Right? He's probably not. Maybe he's a child of adultery. *drinks his tea*

Man3: Or maybe he's Sasuke's karma for all his wrongdoings.

Man1: For sure. A green-eyed Uchiha means it doesn't possess sharingan. Pretty useless.

Man3: Indeed. Imagine being an Uchiha but all you have is the surname. *laughs*

Man2: Fugaku's disdain would be too evident if he's still alive.

Man1: Such a disgrace. That's why if you have kekkei genkai, you shouldn't marry outsiders.

Man2: Well, Sasuke had no choice. Who would he marry? Someone from their clan's grave? *laughs*

Man1: He shouldn't have married at all!! Or at least choose someone with dojutsu.

Man3: I'm sure he'll neglect that baby and will focus on their first-born.

Man2: Their first-born is pretty useless too. Like yes she has sharingan. But she's a girl. A good for nothing—

Sakura: Please stop talking about my family in that manner.

Man3: We're just telling the truth?

Sakura: The truth? Everything that you said was baseless.

Man2: What will you do? Tell on us?

Man1: What will you say to Sasuke? That we're making fun of that half-baked Uchiha?

Sakura: No.. I don't want his hand to get stained with your blood. *gets up as the baby starts crying and leaves*

|||

Sasuke: So you were mocking the Uchiha. You were making fun of my son, which made my wife very upset. *puts him to the side; still under his genjutsu* Stay there until who knows when. *leaves*

---

Sakura: Anata, what took you so long?

Sasuke: Sorry, some work got in the way.. *gets the baby from Sakura* Ahh, my green-eyed baby..

Sakura: Anata.. I'm— I'm sorry..

Sasuke: For what?

Sakura: ...

Sasuke: You don't have control over it, Sakura.

Sakura: Yes.. But.. Our son won't have sharingan..

Sasuke: And?

Sakura: Anata..

Sasuke: Does it matter?

Sakura: He's an Uchiha.

Sasuke: Yes. And not all Uchiha have sharingan. Some had. Some didn't. And that's fine.

Sakura: I'm ruining your bloodline..

Sasuke: Who told you?

Sakura: It's okay, Sasuke-kun..

Sasuke: Remember when you asked me the same thing when you were pregnant with Sarada? What if the baby had green eyes instead?

Sakura: *nods*

Sasuke: And what did I tell you?

Sakura: That it's okay.. And that it's probably better because our child won't suffer.

Sasuke: And you yourself doesn't have kekkei genkai but you're the strongest kunoichi.

Sakura: Yeah..

Sasuke: So what is there to worry about?

Sakura: But the people—

Sasuke: If it doesn't matter to us, then people's opinion shouldn't matter to us as well. Our child is perfect. He'll be strong just like you and me and Sarada. And even if not, we'll be there to protect him.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun! *smiles* Of course.

Sasuke: If the Uchiha is meant to be pink-haired in the future, so be it.

Sakura: *laughs; goes to Sasuke to see their baby*

Sasuke: Thank you, Sakura.. For giving me the most amazing children a father could ask for.

Sakura: They're very lucky to have you as their father, Anata. *smiles*

[docwritesshit]

Hi hi! I hope this request reaches you in time for the 3 & a half hour deadline (timeline?) but anyway!

Could I have some headcanons (or whatever makes you happy) for Sun Wukong x Reader who are having a relaxing day on Fire Flower Mountain with the monkeys?

That deadline was for Saturday, but I'm happy to do it for you now! And I'm guessing you meant flower fruit mountain, so here goes!

Sun Wukong and You on Flower Fruit Mountain

First and foremost, you are the one pressured into a relax day by your celestial monkey. He knows when you over work yourself

Once there, the monkeys are all over as you have Wukongs scent, so they are a little rough at first but manage to calm down after a bit

The first activity of the day is the beach babe. He warned you in advance to get ready for water so you already have a swimsuit to your liking. You both lounge about on the sand, you possibly having a book while Wukong fishes as the monkeys are out and about around you playing with eachother

After that, he would take you back up to the bungalow where he got some face masks and ordered you to sit as he painted your nails, with you painting his after he was done.

During this, the monkeys are playing with the bottles that thankfully Wukong kid proofed so they don't open any

Then the movie marathon starts! It's gonna be either Monkie Cop or your fave movie series/ movies. (Personally, the movies I would have playing would be who dunnit movies like Knives Out, Glass Onion, See How They Run, Orient Express, Amsterdam and some Renfield for zest)

During this, he already has your fave take out food or comfort food out on the table while you two snuggle up with all of his monkeys cuddling and lounging on you two.

If you're comfortable with it, he will offer you a massage to get the tension out of your body and such, if not, he will just play with your hair 💕

Once you are asleep, he basically makes a nest around you to not be disturbed with the monkeys cuddling up to you two. He wraps his arms around you, admiring how beautiful you look and smiles at the peacefulness you exude when sleeping.

He situates himself under you, hugging you close with his tail wrapped around your leg, and gently goes to sleep with the sounds of you soft snorting and heartbeat

[writingsfromhome]

Golf on TV

Ask: fluffy piece based on Lennon Stella’s Golf on TV (sorry I deleted the original ask but this song is so fluff so ty!)

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I wake up to the bed made, for a second I don’t know where I am. My sleep-addled brain tries to catch up to the present moment. The present morning.

I was in bed, in my new home. It was Saturday morning.

Last night had been a late one. I was the co-lead in an intense case at work and the plaintiff’s team had been smoking our ass in court. Last night we’d gotten boxes of newly admitted evidence and every single person stayed well into the AM to sort it out. The other side liked to play dirty and this is how they did it. Little did they know we’d found our smoking gun. Never underestimate Stewart, Stone, and Nowak.

But I’d gotten home and passed out on the couch. Well, I’d gotten home to Harry passed out on the couch with the TV on. He must have tried staying up for me even though I had told him to go home. But he stayed.

I remember the tension leaving my body just seeing him snuggled on the couch, his face a kaleidoscope of colours reflecting off from the TV. I’d met Harry less than a year ago, a meet cute moment where both of us had gone for the same taxi. He’d waved me in like a gentleman and I’d invited him to share it. Turns out we were only going a few blocks from each other.

He was from London, in San Francisco for work. The taxi ride had been 27 minutes in total but in that time it felt like we’d known each other for 27 years.

As soon as I saw him on the couch, I’d dropped my jacket there, and gotten in beside him. He’d barely stirred, and I passed out pretty quickly thereafter.

I sit up and the sham that was draped over me falls over the side of the bed. I check my watch, still on my wrist. It was past 7. A solid 4.5 hours—that was a restful night for me ever since I took this case on.

Harry must have carried me to bed, I realize. And I’d been dead to the world while he did.

I never expected to see him again after that taxi ride. Until a few weeks later, he was waiting for me in the courthouse lobby. He’d looked me up, saw I had a case that morning, and waited. It was his last week in San Francisco and he wanted to take me on a date. He hadn’t stopped thinking about me, he’d said. I hadn’t either.

I’d dated plenty before him, had several boyfriends, even a situationship. Harry was the first guy I ever felt relaxed around. From that first date he made sure I felt cared for, that I was happy—he was unafraid to put me first. Even when he had to go back to London and we were long distance for three and a half months, we were always talking.

I’d felt unwanted before. Those were the days I chased after boys that only liked me for doing the chasing. Never did they actually want me. Because when they got me, they’d leave and keep me chasing them forever. Harry had never once been shy about the fact that he wanted me. That he chose me over everything.

We were always running towards each other. Never after each other.

I blink away the sleepiness and notice Harry had put me in a tshirt. It was the little things.

That’s when I hear the voices coming from downstairs. Harry…and my mom.

It was time to get up.

“Good morning princess,” my mom spots me first. I looked bad this morning—even though Harry had attempted to take my makeup off whenever he’d taken me to bed, and replaced my slacks for shorts, I still had craters for eye bags and a tangled bedhead, and dehydrated and inflamed skin from sleeping with makeup. But mom never stopped calling me princess.

“Harry and I were just making pancakes,” she points to the griddle behind her. God, mom loved Harry. It was weird because she’d only ever met 2 of my boyfriends since I started dating as a teen. She hated both of them and was never shy about it. All the others she’d heard about over the phone or a late night snack at her house back when she lived close to where I worked. She hated them all equally. “We’re worried you’re not eating enough.”

I catch eyes with Harry, it was a constant argument with us. But it was hard to eat with a regular appetite when I was so close to the end of big cases. He knew that. He used my mom as a shield to push his own agenda, they worked as a team like that.

But it never made me mad. It was more caring than any ex had ever been.

“Pancakes are your favourite,” Harry says while towel-drying his hands. He’d been ‘washing up’, as he would say with his accent.

“They are,” I say as he walks around the island to me and kisses my cheek. He was always weirdly chaste around my mom, nothing like his behaviour late nights in bed.

Mom grins at me from behind him. She was obsessed.

So was I though.

“Let’s eat!” Mom says. “C’mon, we gotta eat before they get cold. Y/N grab the fruit behind you.”

“Sure mom,” I grab the bowl she prepared. Harry watches mom leave the kitchen with the pancakes and syrup. As soon as she’s out of sight he tugs me right against him.

“Y’know you don’t have to wait for her to leave to be my boyfriend?”

“Is that what I am?” He nuzzles my neck. “I thought I was just your boy-toy.”

“Nah,” I let him kiss me even though we’re both smiling. “My boy-toy’s like, 5 years younger than you are.”

“Yeah well, he’s not the one trying to take your makeup off at 5am while you talk about invoices and flash drives.”

“Oops,” I must have been talking about our smoking gun in my sleep. I couldn’t even rest unconscious. “Thank you for that. You could have left me on the couch.”

“Maybe if I was your boy-toy. But I’m your strong English boyfriend, I take you to bed.”

“And you do it so well,” I pat his arm condescendingly, stealing one more kiss before skirting away. I leave him chuckling in the kitchen and gathering the coffee for breakfast.

Before Harry, I didn’t realize love could be so selfless. That it didn’t have to hurt all the time. That one person could be enough.

“Y/N?” Mom asks. “What do you think?”

“Huh?” I’d gotten lost in thought and I see Harry smirk. I guess I was just staring at him.

“For your dad’s birthday coming up?!” She sighs. “I’ve been talking about his dinner—Harry said he has to go back to London the week before. I thought we could do a birthday dinner early so Harry can be there. You know your dad would like that.”

He would. My dad was just as keen on Harry, telling me that he was good for me—the way a man should be. Those were his exact words.

I remember I’d been confused at first when Harry and I started long-distance dating. He was more stable and consistent than relationships I’d had where we lived inches apart. Being long-distance, I’d only missed him physically when we were apart, he was still there for me in every other way.

When he officially transferred to his San Francisco office 5 months ago, he had surprised me. I remember opening my door to him standing there with flowers and macarons—my favourite dessert. I’d nearly smashed them all when I screamed and threw myself onto him.

After that moment I knew I was done with romanticizing dysfunction and compromising. His love was healthy and pure, and it was for me.

I tried my best to give that to him in return. Lately I’d been a bad girlfriend working long hours and barely seeing him. But I’d make it up to him. He didn’t know this but I’d booked the same flight to London with him, that’s why mom was trying to move dad’s birthday dinner up. So I’d be there too.

“Sounds great,” I say. “That way we can all make it.”

“Perfect I’ll make us a reservation.” Mom picks up her phone and begins typing on it with one finger, one key at a time. She tsks, “Oh why is it doing this now.”

“Here Mrs. Y/l/n,” Harry holds his hand out. “What are you trying to do.”

“This new update has been driving me crazy,” she hand her phone to Harry. He glances at me and we bite back a smile. Mom was notorious for being Bad at Technology. But Harry was always patient and tried teaching her.

“The search bar’s on the bottom now,” Harry shows her. “That’s where you type it in.”

“It was fine at the top why do they always have to move it around, gah I’ll just do this on a computer.”

“Yeah no rush mom,” I say.

“Well I’ll clear the table now. I need to get going soon I have a squash game at half eight.”

“Yeah I need be in by then.” Court opened at 9:30 today and I had to be there a half hour early to submit what we had.

“You two stay here,” mom begins piling plates. She’s surprisingly strong when she snatches the mug Harry’s trying to take away himself. “Let me clean up. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Thanks for the breakfast mom!” I shout as she heads away. Harry echoes a thank you.

“Don’t thank me,” I hear her mumble as she walks away.

Me and Harry are left grinning at each other. He holds his hand out on the table and I clasp his.

“Your mum’s sweet.”

“My mum,” I tease him. I keep his hand held as I go around the table to his seat. He tugs me down onto his lap. “Did you actually call your mom mummy as a kid?”

“Did you call your mum mommy?” Harry asks in a decent American accent.

“Maybe,” I smile.

“Maybe.” He replies.

“I’ll just ask your mum when I meet her someday.”

“She really does want to meet you.” He says seriously. “She thinks I’m deliberately keeping you away.”

“Maybe you are, so she can’t answer all the burning questions I have about you.”

“I can just imagine you and her teaming up against me. My sister will join in too.”

I’d met his sister a few months back when she visited. We hit it on immediately just like Harry and I had. It was a bit of a relief.

“I can’t wait to swap stories over breakfast with your mom.”

“Oh you’d love her breakfast,” Harry smiles fondly. I feel a twinge then, sometimes I wondered if he ever got homesick. Especially when he talked about memories from home. “She does the best English breakfast. You’d have to try black pudding though.”

I crinkle my nose, “Isn’t that the one with the blood?”

“Mmmm it sure is,” he grips my hips and a shiver shoots up my spine.

“Gross! Why would anyone eat that? Or your-what’s that other pudding thing? The one you tried making last winter that’s all puffy-“

“Yorkshire.” He smiles.

“You literally poured hot oil on your mixture. It’s clogging my pores just thinking about it.”

“That’s it. You’re coming to London before the year is over and you’re going to be begging for more when you have a proper roast. What I made at home was a pathetic attempt.”

“Mmm I don’t get it.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I just don’t get English food. It’s like people who wear crocs, or golf on TV, I don’t get it.”

“You just descibed,” Harry tucks my hair behind my ear, “the perfect date. We’re sorted for the weekend.”

I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I love you.” I kiss him. He pulls me back to him when I part.

“I love you.”

“I really do need a shower before I head in though,” I remind him.

“Maybe I’ll join you,” he says low enough so my mom can’t hear.

“If you’re brave enough with mom still here.” I tease.

“Okay hon,” she pops out of nowhere. “I’m heading out. Good luck with court today.”

“Thanks mom.” I get up and give her a big squeeze. “I appreciate you dropping by.”

“Of course. And I’ll drop dinner by tonight I saw the state of your fridge, you should clean that thing out y/n.”

“Yess mom,” I roll my eyes. Harry snickers behind me. Mom should see his fridge, it was half beer cans and takeout containers.

While mom tells Harry about the dinner she would drop by for us I get a headstart on my shower. It was already quarter to 8 and I couldn’t waste any more time.

Harry joins me shortly after, he lowers my hands when he gets in and washes my hair slowly with care. I nearly pass out in the shower with how good his fingers feel on my scalp.

“Thank you,” I turn to him after I wash it out.

“Don’t mention it love,” he kisses my temple.

“Harry,” I suddenly feel choked up. I think his scalp massage had unblocked some chakra stuff because I’m suddenly overwhelmed with feeling.

“What?” He tilts my face up.

“I’m just…I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Nonsense.” He swipes my tear away even though the stream of water makes it all the same.

“No I…I never thought I’d meet someone like you. I used to think love was hurting. It doesn’t make sense anymore-“

“Like golf on TV.”

“Yeah,” I laugh and it breaks up the knot in my throat. “Yeah like golf on TV. Now being in love feels like soccer-“

“Football.”

“Soccer,” I correct him. He grins. “It makes sense to me.”

“If you didn’t have work in 30 minutes,” Harry pulls me into him and crushes me against him. It feels good, like being held together. “You’d be face down in bed in the next 10 seconds.”

“Where’s this Harry when my mom’s around.” I tease.

“This Harry’s just for you.” He says just as he turns the shower off. I draw away as he grabs us some towels and I watch him with an unbreakable joy; if it was physical it could illuminate this tiled shower and bounce around the whole room.

He was the reason I got through all these gruelling hours for court. Because I knew I had someone waiting for me, that I could steal an hour away with, and it would leave me refuelled enough for another 24 hour work-day.

“Why are you smiling at me like that,” Harry asks as he hands me the towel. I shake my head and wrap it around me. He watches as I blow dry my hair, kissing my shoulder when I’m done.

“I’ll leave when you leave. Should I drop you off to the office?”

“Please?” I ask. “That’d give me an extra 5 minutes.”

His face lights up.

“No,” I say as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “No Harry I have to be early!”

“I only need 2,” he says as he launches me onto the bed. “Maybe 3.”

I pretend to be annoyed but I inch up in bed as he makes his way over and I can’t think of a better way to spend the extra 5 minutes. Or 10. Oops.

If the old me ever met the new me, she’d probably try to stop me. She didn’t know what love could look like. That it could be a gentle smile, a drive in to work, making sure you’re eating, helping your mom out with her phone, or washing your hair for you in the shower.

I’d tell her—the old me, that it was as simple as this: I wanted him, only him. And he wanted me too.

[inchidentally]

that person has me blocked so I'm guessing I shouldn't link to the post but I got the picture from it (I tried finding the original source but just got a dead link to pinterest)

but god yes I would love to talk about Oscar's beautiful face, holy shit

I did a very small amount of research and apparently the primary region of Italy that's produced Piastris is Tuscany - which was also why I have my vampire AU of Fernando discovering Oscar as a youth in Renaissance era Florence and that's also where I have his family set for my F1 royalty AU.

and when you look up 'people from Tuscany' wowwww you can see how much Oscar's features come from there:

and like holy shit the expressions on Modigliani and Botticelli?? that is Oscar's proud little lift of the head and cool appraising eyes !!

idk the other people but they're the ones closest in particular to Oscar's features with the almost heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, soft and sleepy looking almond eyes, a high nose bridge that ends in a soft round tip. and apparently gorgeous hair is pretty common in Tuscany wowwwww.

but I think apart from the soft romantic looking eyes my favorite features - especially for his profile - are those straight brows on a very low brow ridge which tbh make the unwavering stare even more unnerving bc his eyes aren't hooded or shaded at all and the light always catches his eyes

and the little flat cursive 'm' of his mouth with lips that are actually pretty plush and sit in a pout when he isn't speaking

which actually also adds to his look being kind of unnerving because his lips don't thin out at all when he smiles they just stretch wider and look so pretty. the only time his face is disarmed is when he does a full body laugh (Lando gets that out of him a lot as we know). otherwise his expression settles back into that eerily beautiful look that apparently is very traditionally Tuscan.

so going back to that first image it's why I love the way softness and sweetness is in his nose and his pretty mouth but then it's set in this very fine but well-defined bone structure and then those intense eyes and straight eyebrows. it's why vampire Oscar works so well to me bc he has that seductive stare but his face is so pretty that you think he can't possibly be dangerous!

that's when he gets his sharp top and bottom biters into you

[crushedsweets]

i fell in love with your au

for u, i will make more

[patrothestupid]

I love your tags I also like to see things :)

Damn right boi

[aibyoutachi]

souji and yosuke cuddling on soujis couch

not quite cuddling because souji's too busy reading a book no matter how bored yosuke says he is

he got to finish his book

askbox/requests are open ☆ ～('▽^人)

[glitchysquidd]

I remember me and a friend made a joke about William being the way he was because when he was a kid he drank a shit ton of Coca Cola when it had crack in it and now I just wanna put that here

this is unbelievably hilarious.

thank you for sharing this with me, this brings funny one line quips to potentially have Y/N say in Frighteningly Intriguing to Springtrap.

[sasusakucoded]

Sakura dreads family reunions. Aside from the fact that she's not close with any of her relatives, she also hears them say mean things about her. When she was younger, they always made fun of her forehead and clothing. Now that she's an adult, she keeps hearing about her weight.

Aunt1: I can't believe you got so big, Sakura. How do you plan to go back to your old figure? *crosses her arms*

Sakura: I—

Aunt2: She won't. She'll stay big for the rest of her life. Look at her, it's been months after she gave birth but she still has all that body mass.

Aunt1: You're a ninja. Don't you feel heavy? How can you even move?

Sakura: *sees Sasuke getting angry* A-Anata, can you take Sarada outside? I think she needs some sunlight.

Sasuke: *whispers* I'm not leaving you here in a den of lions, Sakura.

Sakura: *chuckles* I'm okay.. Just take her outside.. I'll just finish this then we'll go.. *takes a bite*

Sasuke: *whispers* If anything happens, you know what to do. *leaves*

Cousin1: Aren't you scared that he'd leave you for another girl? You've given him a daughter. He could just ditch you and find a new one.

Sakura: My husband isn't shallow like that.

Cousin2: But he's still a guy. If you're not perfect, he'd start looking.

Cousin1: Right. And he's an Uchiha. It's easy for him to find someone else.

Sakura: He assures me that I'm good, if not perfect. We're good.

Aunt2: And you believe it? Look at your plate. He's probably disgusted with all that.

Sakura: *looks at her plate* What's wrong with it?

Aunt1: Everything! That's too much food!

Sakura: H-He encourages me to eat well because I'm lactating—

Aunt2: Does he encourage you to eat like a pig?

Cousin1: Don't be too dense, Sakura. You're making yourself fat on purpose for some reason.

Sakura: I'm not.. I— I just gave birth. Of course, I'm still big.. I eat a lot to be healthy—

Cousin2: *takes her plate* There. I did you a favor. No more food for today. You're welcome.

Sakura: *realizes the other family members are looking at her*

Sasuke: *enters the house* Sakura?

Sakura: I'm done, Anata. Let's go? *gets up and goes to them to take Sarada*

Sasuke: You sure? I thought you'd eat for another 30 minutes.

Sakura: I devoured it. *smiles*

---

After that incident, Sasuke noticed that Sakura changed. She started eating less. She also tried to work out as soon as Sarada went to sleep. Sasuke knew that her relatives' words affected her even if she said they didn't.

Sasuke: Why are you eating less than usual?

Sakura: I— I don't, Anata.. It's just that I don't feel like eating much.

Sasuke: You don't like the food?

Sakura: Y-Yeah..

Sasuke: What do you want? I'll cook for you.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun..

Sasuke: *checks their freezer* Ah, chicken tatsuta. *takes it and starts frying* It's good with miso soup. I'll also prepare you a bowl.

Sakura: Sure.. Don't put too much okay?

Sasuke: *gives her the plate with rice and chicken and the bowl of soup* Finish that.

Sakura couldn't say no to Sasuke, so she would finish anything that he prepared for her. Sasuke knew this and would always cook lunch and dinner for Sakura.

Sakura also noticed that their weighing scale was always nowhere to be found. And even if she saw it, it was always broken and malfunctioning. She thought it was Sasuke's doing and true enough, she caught him deliberately breaking the mechanism.

Sakura: A-Anata! What are you doing?

Sasuke: *panics* Amaterasu! *burns it* Y-You don't need this, Sakura. It's a waste of space and—

Sakura: Anata..

Sasuke: Sakura.

Sakura: I also say I'll stop drinking milk when I finish the milk carton in the fridge.. And it's still almost full even if I drink daily.. Is it also because of you?

Sasuke: You need milk for your bones, Sakura.

Sakura: Yeah but it makes me f—

Sasuke: It makes you healthy.

Sakura: Don't sugarcoat it.

Sasuke: I don't. You're working as a doctor, you're taking care of Sarada and me, you're taking care of the house— I won't let you not eat.

Sakura: But Sasuke-kun, I need to get back to shape. I'm a shinobi too, remember?

Sasuke: Yes, and we train together when we can, right? Sakura. No need to rush your body.

Sakura: I— I feel more confident when I'm in shape though..

Sasuke: *squishes her love handle*

Sakura: *blushes* Anata!

Sasuke: *in serious tone* All I'm asking is that you eat properly, Sakura. Don't make me worry.

Sakura: But Anata..

Sasuke: If you won't eat, I won't eat too.

Sakura: Hey, you don't have to do that. You're perfectly—

Sasuke: Who said so?

Sakura: Me..

Sasuke: Why would I believe you when you don't believe me that you look great?

Sakura: Anata..

Sasuke: I won't eat dinner. *leaves to check in on Sarada*

Sakura: Sasuke-kun! *grabs his arm* Sorry.. You're right. I sounded illogical. It's true that I was bothered and I wanted to get thinner as soon as I can.. And I know you didn't care about my figure but—

Sasuke: *hugs her* I'll support you in everything you want but neglecting your health is a different story. It's okay to be bothered, Sakura. But, don't do something that will harm yourself.

Sakura: I'm sorry for making you worried, Anata.. Will you continue cooking for me?

Sasuke: Yes. I'll feed you if I need to.

Sakura: *laughs* We'll get fat together?

Sasuke: Yeah. *laughs*

---

Sarada: I'm not sure if my memory serves me right but I remember when was I a kid, you and Papa were quite fluffy. *laughs*

Sakura: We were! *laughs* We cooked for each other and we really ate a lot.

Sarada: So, my brain wasn't making that up after all?

Sakura: Yeah! *laughs* If your Papa didn't leave for a long mission and I wasn't stressed at the hospital, we're probably the same up to now.

Sarada: Ah, I like you fluffy though. You were very squishy.. And soft. *giggles*

Sakura: I used to dislike being thick.. But your Papa made me realize that it's normal and cute. He likes me fluffy too.

Sarada: Okay, that's TMI. I think we're done here. Why did I even bring it up—

Sakura: *laughs*

[lunathrix]

Request idea: Frisk and Chara dancing and they're both just terrible at it like Frisk keeps stepping on Chara's feet and Chara accidentally ends up headbutting Frisk at one point

I really like your thinking but I dont think it would end with just one headbutt

[coolcritter83]

so i deleted the first post i made with this because it needed to be tweaked and i didnt realize that it also deleted the ask so..... whoever asked for athena here she is :-3

also gina is next to her here but im not quite finished...