#u know what I think abt all that! u kno whats up

[b4kuch1n]

the king shunned, the lion dead, the knight lost, the princess absent. but the wizard lives.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[hirokiyuu]

i lov nem a lot im just thinking abt her.......... traumatized girls always end up being highkey faves of mine so like, no wonder

[spacedkey]

been binging a show that is bad (both dated and handles some episode topics poorly) good (characters are fun) confusing (shoehorned religious [read christian] element that doesn't mesh with the scifi plotline [or like isn't done well enough to work]) but am enthralled enough to have made it to the final season (so many different plot points crammed in out of nowhere because they were trying to get another season approved) and it's bad in the way i can't reccomend it to anyone i know but has a good enough premise that i want to rip things to shreds over what it could've been if it were better

[rinstaro]

Time can slut me tf out frfr lmao so u kno the post u made abt time ans reader having tension???? What if u flipped it so time was goin after the reader. Like u jus be chillin choppin some veggie and he comes up n starts feelin u up??

ahahaha i think i favor time now because i’ve been writing him?? he started speaking to my daddy issues and good god are they listening 🤭 he’s so djdjxjsk SLUT ME OUT!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!

cw: time should be a warning on his own. what a man! i don’t know how far i wanna write yet. hmmmm. touchie feelies, choking so slight it’s not even there, time is a hair puller, and a fiend, biting, reader has a vagina no pronouns, i spend far too long detailing how horny he is for u

minors do not interact.

it was moments like this where time realized he didn’t have as much self control as he thought. could you really blame him? you always looked adorable, even more so when you wore his shirts like you are now. but the hickeys on your neck and thighs that had almost faded were dragging his thoughts into the gutter.

he’d ravaged you only a couple days prior, your legs so weak you couldn’t even stand. it was lovely to have him pamper you for a couple days, but you were his oh so strong and independent spouse. when you could walk again, you insisted on cooking and cleaning for him the same way he did you. time insisted it was fine but you were much more stubborn than him. the conversation hadn’t even lasted a minute.

“i’m fine.”

“i don’t mind cooking for us again, you can rest some more until tomor—“

“zip it. i’m cooking tonight and you will love every bite.”

and so he was banished to the kitchen table to watch you prepare dinner. he couldn’t say he didn’t like the view, though. perhaps a bit too much.

you felt a body behind you, flinching only slightly before relaxing again. “hi, dear.” “hello, love.” time wrapped his arms around your waist, sitting his head on your shoulder. “those carrots are cut a little thick, no?” he murmured in your ear.

“hey, i have a knife,” you huffed. he laughed softly, heart fluttering at even the smallest bit of attention you give him. he silently watched you a while longer before his eyes drifted down to your hands. he adored them.

they were the same hands that were holding onto his shoulders for dear life the other night.

time really thought you were just so cute. he stood up a bit, going to observe the faded marks on your neck. unable to resist, he leaned back down to nip at one, causing you to yelp and furrow your brows. “hey,” you urged, you’re lucky i’m done chopping. what if you distracted me and i cut myself, huh?”

“i’d kiss it better and you’d never have to lift a finger again.”

you roll your eyes, getting your seasonings down from the shelf. whatever smart remark you had for him quickly faded when he gave a nice squeeze to your backside. instead of responding, you huffed once more and continued your task. time let out a small hum, displeased with your lack of response. “you really should just let me take care of you.”

you attempted to season your vegetables, only to halt when time traced his hands up your body. he went from your waist to your stomach, all the way up to your chest. his hands stopped around the base of your neck, thumbs rubbing circles on your collarbone. your breathing only got shakier when his mouth replaced his hands. he grabbed your waist once more and pulled you flush against him, sucking fresh hickeys into your neck.

your hands gripped his, your form starting to tremble. you continued to try and be stubborn, biting your lip when small whines escaped. time traced his hands down your arms before grabbing the seasonings out of your hands and placing them on the counter.

his hands went back to work, one reaching under your shirt to play with your nipple, and the other coming to lightly tug on your hair, pulling your head to the side for more access to your neck. this time, he bit down hard. your knees buckled and you unconsciously pressed back into him, whimpering louder than you would have liked to admit.

you finally come to your senses to wriggle out of his arms, turning around and crossing your own arms in front of your chest.

“you must really not want to eat tonight,” you chided. your husband only gave you a lazy grin in response. he suddenly hoisted you up, quickly carrying you over to the table. you squealed, arms flailing and wrapping around his neck. he sat you down, spreading your legs wide. how cute. you weren't even wearing underwear.

“i think i'll be just fine, dear." without another word he dove into your sopping cunt, his tongue leaving no spot untouched. you threw your head back, letting your moans out freely. dinner could wait, he thought. he'd been craving you all day.

sure, he could go for a comforting meal after a long day, but he’s far more comforted by your thighs clamping around his head.

[boykissr]

TIGHNARI ( RELATIONSHIP ) HCS !

tighnari x gn!reader

cw: character has not been released yet !!!!! i know nothing abt sumeru or tighnari i just rly wanna kiss him. ooc character !!!! nonsensical ramblings basically ( keep in mind that this is my first fic, please be nice <3 ) unedited :)

ur probably either a forest ranger or an adventurer

ygs spend like 24/7 together. not that you're complaining, but,,,,,

u two are basically attached at the hip

he is. so sweet to you??? always looking out for the both of you, too, as well as collei. after all, the forest is a dangerous place

oh, you're definitely a plant parent. you have so many plants in the house, sometimes it feels like you're still in the forest itself

he teaches u abt all the plants!!!! all of them!!! he jus wants to make sure that you don't poison yourself foraging, that's all... definitely not bcz he's excited to share so much knowledge w/ u.....

lunches!!!! in the rainforest!!!!! tighnari cooks, ofc. malewife material fr

he's made u learn so much abt the forest.. you dont even kno how u still remember it all tbh

after living together for a while, u begin to cultivate a love for all the things he teaches u abt. seeing him so excited makes u excited too <3

ima be honest when ygs started dating you weren't even sure if u were official or not, since he just. never addressed it???

after maybe your fifth or sixth date you finally asked. he said that he thought u both had already been in a relationship for weeks

"don't eat that"

he worries for u when ygs go out in the forest together

he rants abt his day to you <33 its amazing when he gets all sassy when talking abt something/someone that annoyed him

he was kinda hesitant abt u touching his ears n tail for a while..

like, it took quite a long time for him to trust u w/ that

when he does tho!!!!! he absolutely loves it

starts complaining if u dont brush his tail for him before bed

you give each other little presents u found in the forest. a shiny rock one day, a pretty leaf the next. every gift seems sweeter than the last

being w/ him u either have a lot of connections as well, or you're like completely oblivious to who ppl are

when you're sad, he tries to make u happy by making jokes or distract u by telling a story

most of the time those succeed in cheering you up

if that tactic doesn't work, he'll ask what he can do to help u, and is v quick abt it once you say what you need

silent evening moments where u 2 sit outside and just listen to the sounds of the forest <3

so many. books. everywhere.

u better love reading and learning when ur w/ this guy

on that note,,,, your birthday.

first thing, he'll give u a pretty potted plant <3 it probably does something as well- like perhaps it has healing properties, or it grows edible fruits. smth like that

u think that that's his only present to u

he then takes you to the market / bizarre and lets u pick out one thing- anything you want

then later he might take u to the forest to maybe look at cool plants and stuff!!!! to maybe calm down from all the noise n being around so many ppl

when he takes u back to ygs place, there suddenly a cake on the dining room table!!!!! omg haha when did that get there

he tells u that tbh he didnt know what the hell a "birthday cake" was.

he had to ask around a bit, and go thru some books. and then bake it himself, and successfully hide it from u and keep it preserved for the whole day

after cake you guys just sit porch / veranda and talk while the sun sets

i love him sm guys :(

[rebouks]

Let's be nosy and see what a few folks have been up to recently and/or since Somnium ended, shall we..? 👀

Kaden/Joey are still around, somewhere.. Joey would probably tell you by accident, but Kaden keeps him on a tight leash. I very much doubt either of them have changed their ways, you can't teach an old dog new tricks and all that... I dunno if we'll really see em again properly, though I never say never!

Brynn, Ace and Robert may have left Del Sol, but Randy and Genesis are still stuck in their old ways. Sissy likes the attention and money from her "job" too much to leave. I think part of her still hopes someone's gonna whisk her away to a life of luxury and she'll live happily ever after, just like Brynn did.. assumedly 😩 Randy won't leave without her ofc, and he doesn't really like change anyway. He's lazy, what else is he gonna do?! The motel barely makes any money either, but he manages with a few odd jobs from the less savoury folks around town. They're doing swell 👍

Luckily, no one ever ratted on Darien and he was far too careful to end up under the microscope without being exposed - especially since Wyatt left the scene - so he moved back to San My eventually. Ever the workaholic, he found himself a job at the same accounting/law firm as Wade (props to anyone who remembers him lmaoo) he doesn't need the money but he'd probably go insane without a job ngl 😆 He doesn't really find it easy to make friends either, and Wade recently found himself behind bars for a lil tiny bit of tax evasion so he's pretty lonely-.. although he did meet a fellow asexual lady friend he's been on a couple dates with recently. They have fun n' get on well, but she thinks he's this straight laced/awkward accountant and it makes him feel weird, like he's lying about himself.. so idk how long that'll last. I think he kinda misses being part of a "family", however fucked up it was.. but most of all, he just misses Wyatt 😔

Alma and Mack have been hanging out more often recently, just casually tho u kno?? She likes her freedom too much to give it all up, and although he's a great lover, he's a terrible boyfriend lmaoo.. I think she's accepted that Mack is Mack so they're not making it serious or official this time. They're not exactly getting any younger either, may as well have some fun whilst they're still here, right?! Kobe's considering moving out 'cause eugh 😆

Brivan n' co are just kinda living life right now, working, hanging out with Jacob/Suzie/Miya a fair bit and tryna get used to the news of Jude n' such u kno? Pixie's hitting her milestones like a champ ofc, but she's a picky eater just like her pappy 😅 Bruno insists he's fine but he's been a lil quiet and weird recently. Part of him still struggles with his old self and his guilt, though he ain't exactly a talker, so he retreats into himself now and then instead. He's been thinking of proposing to Ivan occasionally as well, but he doesn't want to do it whilst he's in a funk AND he's a lil worried (aka majorly overthinking) the fact that Ivan might not take too well to being proposed to?? But wait, nah.. he'd love it, right? Maybe-.. unless he hated it, maybe he'd rather be the one to ask-.. should he? Yes-.. no, wait-.. maybe?!!? Probably-.. AGHHHHHFJSDK <- said Bruno's brain 🙈

Jessie and Ivan have been taking it slow, mostly since she's so damn busy all the time, but also 'cause they hardly know each other n' all. Ivan's kinda bummed she's slow to trust him, but he can't exactly blame her so he's being patient n' meeting them whenever he can. Jude is so smitten with his new pappy tho, he even wanted to grow his hair just like him 😭 Oscar n' Robin have tagged along a few times as well since the kiddos are practically the same age, but idk if Robin is too sure abt Jude just yet! He's very talkative and he's a big hugger.. I wonder where he gets that from?? 🤣 I think Jessie's finally warming up to the idea of sharing Jude 'cause she agreed to leave him alone with Ivan for a sleepover soon! They're gonna get dressed up n' head to Oscar's for a spooky party! Oh, and Oscar thinks Jessie has a nice rack....... boi plz 🙄

Not pictured/spied upon..

Tilda - she's just existing rn tbh! She hangs out with Brivan/Pixie now n' then which she enjoys more than she'll let on! She's tryna stay away from dating and focus on herself too.. but she's not all that keen on herself so that's hard work 😩 a few dates here n' there but nothing interesting! She's also still ignoring her family.

Noah n' co - Aspen started teaching a few mommy/toddler yoga classes in the upstairs portion of Noah's gallery since he barely uses it, Juni loves it! Juni started ballet recently too 🩰 Noah's still salty with Oscar for not hanging out more but the man's busy dammit! I think Oscar's glad he's on semi-decent terms with everyone but he'd rather keep them at arms length so it stays that way skdjskjd

Salton - Alton's still Alton lmao.. though Sid gives him more shit nowadays since she's mostly retired she's realised he's even lazier than she thought and I'm sure she regrets letting him get a TV! She's a bit bored/lost tbh, which is why she hasn't fully retired yet.. introspection doesn't suit her (so says she) and she doesn't like all this extra time to think n' shit.. ough 🙈

Rhys & Tommy - both finished uni wooooooo! They're staying with Rhys' parents for now tho, Tommy's not rlly sure what to do with his psychology degree yet but he still thinks he'd like to be a psychologist so maybe he'll get a job/save up n' do his masters or smth?! Rhys has been taking on jobs as a wedding/event photographer for now, but he'd like to veer more towards photography as an art form-.. tho he's not sure how to go about that just yet either 🤔 they're figuring it out and they're happy so it doesn't rlly matter toooo much for now

Uhhhhh idk I've probably missed some folk out but feel free to ask abt anyone else in the comments! 🧡

[equalseleventhirds]

bcos of Reasons (yes ani u have started me on a brain spiral, not ur fault just me thinking too much) i am thinking abt what i, as an aromantic, like to see in media

(and yes i do enjoy a good romantic arc also, this is not exclusive, i do not require to see aromanticism in order to enjoy something, just. like. what am i looking for when i am in a mood to see stuff i can relate to as an aro.)

and i was perusing lists of media with confirmed aro characters, right, and contemplating how many of those characters make me feel..... seen? represented? positive??? w/e.

and a... not even trend, bcos there's not enough for it to be a trend, but a storyline i see a chunk of the time is like, character comes out as aro/not interested in romance, and then has a 'so don't hit on me/don't expect me to date or get married/stop trying to set me up on dates/etc' conversation with another character

with ofc the good end there being the other character is like, oh, of course, i understand, i will do this to make u comfortable and i do not think you are a freak for this

which! don't get me wrong, not a bad story. visibility & affirmation & so on. part of the time it is a side character this happens to but also sometimes a main character! u kno. it's not bad.

but it's not really something i find....... super relatable, or desirable in media? like, it's fine, it's nice, it's not something i am actively seeking out or what i really want when i am looking for 'aro media', exactly.

and that may just be about where i am in my personal life journey, right. i am fine with who i am and how i live and have moved on past needing people to acknowledge my basic existence.

what i'm usually wanting is... well, platonic relationships. strong platonic relationships that have actual screen time, are shown to be emotionally resonant, and have just as much if not more importance placed on them as romantic relationships.

bcos that's what i really want, you know--not to be told 'yeah you can exist and Not Do Romance and that's fine :)' but to have the kinds of emotional connections i make be. yknow. important. to be told yeah, you don't do romance, but that doesn't mean you can't be the most important person in someone's life (even if right now as i am i am not emotionally stable enough to be that important to someone.......... but that's another story).

to..... not be defined by a lack, even tho i know that's. what aromanticism is, u kno, lack of romantic attraction. but having that lack not be the end. of a character, a conversation, a relationship.

it's why i like things like wolf 359, where like, we know jacobi and maxwell aren't romantic, but she's his person. he'll burn down everything for her. in her memory. so even tho neither character is 'canon aromantic', i feel seen & valued by their story.

right? yeah.

(also sometimes to have friendships shown in media that are just as fucked up and toxic and hand-in-unlovable-hand as some of the ships ppl love lmao. yes i'm aromantic but that doesn't mean all my love is sweet and nice. fun to see that shown sometimes. not always but u know. (jazz hands) variety)

[saulocept]

bite my tongue

pairing: könig/reader

rating: m

summary: If there’s anything you’re good at, it’s distractions. Too bad you’re out for blood today, and he’s the first target you can think of.

notes: you know the drill: post cringe, log out, repeat 🫡 

sorry for the vagueness all around tbh, i’d taken a lot of liberties in here bc. my whole focus was just the slightly horny part and nothing else. (bc have u seen him) i was completely tunneling it too and just basically failed to provide any bg lore or info abt whats going on but u kno.

also there’s spice ahead, nothing too explicit or anything but yeah. just giving some heads up and uh. if u think this is cringe, so do i so im posting this before i get too embarrassed. good night lol <3

He’s used to having meetings this early; it’s not uncommon in his line of work, though it’s not always welcome. From the way everyone else is grumbling and glaring at each other, it’s clear he’s not the only one feeling it. Still, there’s not much he can do about it. He finds a place somewhere in the corner, takes a seat at the first empty place he could find.

There isn’t much to do after that except wait, and in his boredom, he busies himself with observing his surroundings, staring at other people. They don’t seem to notice him that much – a fact he doesn’t seem to mind, watching as they walk in and out of the room, holding cups of coffee in their hands, its bitter aroma wafting all throughout the room.

Maybe he should’ve grabbed one, he thinks absently, just to give him more energy, but he’s never liked the taste of coffee that much. And besides, he doesn’t get to linger in his thoughts for too long. Someone slides into the chair beside him, and he turns around just in time to find a familiar face – looking half-asleep and very much displeased.

“You’re late,” he says. You look up at him, glaring, and he bites the inside of his cheek, tries not to laugh at the sight of you. You look different from what he’s used to:  less put-together, more tired than ever. There are circles under your eyes, and your hair is in total disarray, as if you’d just got out of bed and decided not to fix yourself. Deliberately, like you want everyone to know it, too.

You look terrifying, more so than usual, constantly glaring at everything, and he shouldn’t find it hot, not really, because you’re more than capable of killing him if you try, but he does, and fuck. Maybe he really needs that coffee, just to snap him out of his thoughts.

“I didn’t hear anything about this,” you reply, nearly hissing the words out. He could hear the annoyance in your voice, and he remains quiet, staring at you and listening, waiting for you to finish, “I haven’t got enough sleep.”

“I don’t think any of us did,” he replies. He means it as a reassurance, some kind of comfort, something to tell you that you aren’t alone, but when your only response is another glare, he presses his lips together and promptly shuts up. Right. Maybe he shouldn’t try to piss you off when you already seem like a ticking timebomb, ready to go off at any minute.

Everything’s quiet after that, awkward. He can’t say how grateful he is when the meeting finally starts, but fuck, he’s so tired, he could hardly remember what he’s even here for. Or why he’s even here. It’s not model behavior, he knows, and they’d have his head if anyone finds out, but it’s only luck that he’s sitting on the back, nearly out of sight.

Beside him, you look almost ready to bolt out at any minute. You still look royally pissed off, like you’d rather be anywhere else rather than here, and he can’t blame you, not really. But you’re shameless in your disdain, making it obvious to everyone and he can’t lie and say that he doesn’t fear for you. Not that you seem to care anyway, but still.

He turns to look at you, gives you a warning glance, and boldly, you meet his eyes, giving him a sharp smile. He swallows the lump that forms in his throat, and quickly turns away. It’s hard to focus when his thoughts keep running back to that smile, how pretty and full of mischief, and by now, the words are quick to fall on deaf ears, fading like background noises.

There’s a ruffle beside him. He stares at you from the corners of his eyes, watches as you shift closer to him, and he swallows again, feeling more nervous than ever. He places his hands on his lap, balls them into fists, tries to shift away from you. But you’re still too close for comfort, enough that he could feel the warmth of you pressing against him, tantalizing.

He turns his head, looks away, tries to pretend he couldn’t see you. It’s a difficult thing to do, especially when he can’t help being all too aware of you: how close you are, how warm you are, how good you smell. If he leans close enough, he could almost taste you on the tip of his tongue, and it’s tempting, really, just to try it, but then he shakes his head, dismisses the thought out of his head. He can’t. He knows this more than he knows anything else in his life, but then he stops, startled, every thought fading out of his mind at the warmth of your touch.

He feels it before he realizes it: the warmth of your hand as it rests against his thigh, seeping even through the layers of his clothes. His breath stops, catches in his throat. He tries to meet your eye, but you only give him a smile in response, fluttering your lashes innocently, like you’re not up to no good even as you let your fingers wander, dancing along his thigh, all teasing and playful.

“What are you doing?” he asks, keeping his voice low and quiet. He looks around him, makes sure no one’s staring before he turns back to you again, glaring. You’re quick to shrug it off, completely unfazed, giving him a grin in return, unusually bright, and he knows for sure that it only means nothing but trouble.

“I’m bored,” you say simply, as though it explains everything. It doesn’t, not really, and he opens his mouth, tries to make a point but you’re cutting him off, speaking again before the words could leave his lips. “And this meeting’s useless. It hardly concerns us, really.”

He tries to protest again, but you’re looking up, meeting his eyes once more as you give him another sweet smile. “Besides, can you really say you don’t want this?”

He couldn’t. He opens his mouth, closes it again, feeling like he should say something, but no matter how much he tries, no words would come, and he sits there in silence, gaping like a fish. You laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

He clears his throat, tries again, blurting out the first words that come to mind, “Someone might see.”

You laugh, humming under your breath. You’re still staring at him, grinning, the light in your eyes as wild as the smile you’re giving him. “Maybe. But you’ll just have to be a good boy and stay quiet, hm?”

He glares at you again, though there’s no venom in it, no sharpness. Your nails graze lightly against the fabric of his pants, and he bites his tongue, tries not to make too much of a sound. Your touch is warm, distracting, and it’s agonizing really, sitting in silence trying not to let a single sound slip out of him, and all the while waiting, wondering what you’re going to do next. He shifts a little in his seat, presses his legs together, unsure if he wants you to keep touching him or push you away.

He watches you from the tails of his eyes, not sure if he even has the strength left to meet your gaze. You’re drumming your fingers against his skin, as though you’re waiting for something. He’s got half a mind to ask, but then you’re already leaning close, whispering the words against his ear. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Jesus. He closes his eyes, bites the inside of his cheek, tries his best not to shudder. You’re still close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his skin, and it’s distracting, nerve-wracking. There’s a second where he could barely focus, think, all his attention coming back to you and your touch, wondering what would happen if he were brave enough to say yes.

He should say no, he thinks. It’s the right thing to do, the right thing to say; you’re hardly in the right place, and the fact that someone else could easily see what you’re doing should embarrass him, make it easier to refuse. But he can’t deny that there’s a thrill in it, too. Some sort of excitement, though he’s not sure where it comes from.

But he can’t bring himself to speak, or even shake his head. It’d be so simple, he thinks, but all he could do is sit there in silence, staring at you like a confused puppy, as though he’s waiting for you to make the decision. You smile at him, and he catches the affection in your eyes, that fondness he’s almost certain was never for him.

“No answer?” you ask, and there’s a teasing lilt to your voice, one that’s enough to make him flustered. He coughs, opens his mouth, but he’s choking on the words long before he could say them. You laugh, then look up to meet his eyes, smiling still. You seem very, very pleased. “I’ll take it as a no then.”

He should stop you right then, he thinks. Before he gets caught, before he starts regretting everything. But god, he can’t fucking move, can’t fucking think, and every fight he’s got left in him disappears the moment he feels your fingers wandering again, palming him through the fabric of his pants.

Jesus. He doesn’t think he’s ever been touched like that, not by anyone, and it feels different, good in a way he can’t explain. His breath stops, catches in his throat. He tries to say your name, but all that comes out of him is a choked-up sound that’s halfway between a moan and a whimper. Pathetic, he thinks absently, but when he turns to look at you, you’re smiling like you’re pleased. Christ.

And then it comes – a sharp jolt of pleasure that lances through his spine, all too suddenly that he can’t help but make a noise. He mutters a curse under his breath, quickly covers it up with a cough, trying to drown it out. It doesn’t work as well as he likes. A few heads turn in his direction, staring at him with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He lowers his head, almost sheepish, and as quickly as it comes, it’s over again, the discussion resuming as though he’s never tried to disrupt it at all.  

“Shh,” you say, leaning close to whisper in his ear again, sounding mildly amused. “You don’t want anyone to see us, do you?”

He shakes his head, biting his lip hard, too afraid to make a sound. You nod your head, smiling. “Good,” you whisper again, breathless. He knows you’re teasing him at this point, trying to see what would make him tick, falter, and so far, each of your attempts is working. “Good boy.”

He inhales sharply, sits up straighter, pretends he’s not nearly as affected as he is, but he is, and he knows you can tell, see through him, because you’re smiling at him, a knowing look in your eyes. Still, he doesn’t have time to think about anything else, because a moment later and you’re making your move again, startling him once more that he nearly jolts out of his seat, disrupting the discussion for the second time.

You slip your hand through his pants, and he bites his lip, hard enough to draw blood, desperate to keep as quiet as he could. It works for a while; but then you’re gripping his cock in your hand, squeezing, and he can’t stop the gasp that spills out of him, something he’s quick to cover up again by clearing his throat, shifting in his seat. He turns his head, looks around him, nearly breathing out a sigh of relief when he realizes that no one’s looking. Good.

Still, the feeling is short-lived. He’s all too aware of your touch, the movement of your hand, your fingers: a light stroke here, a gentle caress there – an action that keeps him on the edge of his seat. He can’t even see what you’re doing, and it only adds to his excitement, the thrill of it all. He watches you pull your hand away a moment later, and he can’t stop the disappointed whine that spills out of his mouth, too quiet that only the two of you could hear it.

Fuck. He almost forgets where he is, and with another quick look around his surroundings, he clamps his mouth shut, bites his tongue hard. But it’s too late. You’re looking at him, smiling – a devil in all but name, and god, he could see that glint on the tips of your fingers, and there’s no doubt that it’s from him: his arousal, all white and sticky. He’d be embarrassed, he thinks, if he isn’t so fucking turned on.

And fuck, it’s so hot, watching you dip your fingers into your mouth, cleaning them off one by one with your tongue, and he throws his head back, unable to stop the quiet groan that tears out of his throat. You keep your eyes on him the whole time, watching him, staring. You can’t see him through the mask, he knows you can’t, but there’s a part of him that feels like he should look away, hide, but he can’t.

He stares back at you, meeting your eyes, flustered and mesmerized all at once. But then it’s over, and you’re back to touching him again, gripping him firmly in your hand, squeezing him. You’re not letting up this time, it seems, and it’s almost overwhelming having your hands on him like this.

You’re moving faster, now, quicker – no longer here to tease, or to prolong his agony. He can’t focus, can’t think about anything else, really; all that envelops him is a single sensation that he can’t ignore, deny: dizzying, electric. It’s hard to keep quiet like this, when he feels everything more intensely, but he tries, anyway, biting his lip too hard that he could taste blood, but even it isn’t enough to keep him quiet for long.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and it’s pathetic, really, how quickly he’s reduced into a mess. Instinctively, he bucks his hips up against your hand, as though he wants more, and you pause, looking up to give him a sweet smile.

“What was that, baby?” you ask, in that faux sweet voice that makes him grit his teeth. He shakes his head, refuses to reply, and you narrow your eyes at him, denying him the touch he wants so badly. He gives you a pleading look instead, glancing quietly around him; so far, no one’s caught on just yet, but it wouldn’t be long now, with how reckless he’s being, how pathetically noisy he’s becoming.

“Please,” he says in a hoarse whisper, and you give him a small smile in return, pleased.

“Good boy.” You reach out with your free hand, patting him gently on the cheek, lingering for a few more seconds before finally pulling away. “Not even too hard to do, is it?”

He doesn’t say anything else, just nods. He wants you to get this over with, wants to be done with this. There’s a banked fire inside him, grows hotter with each touch, and he knows for sure that it won’t be long now before he’s done for. He holds his breath, waits, digs his nails against his palms, hard enough that it hurts.

But the feeling never comes. All that follows is emptiness, and he doesn’t even realize that you’ve already pulled away from him until he turns to look at you, watching you wipe your fingers on the hem of your clothes, refusing to look at him. You look bored again, as though you didn’t just leave him all high and dry in his seat, blue-balled as fucking hell.

He opens his mouth, tries to say your name, because really, what the fuck was that, but then there’s a hand on his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. He turns around, finds a familiar face. He can’t remember the man’s name, not with all that haziness still clouding his mind, but it doesn’t really matter anyway, because the man’s talking to him once more, and he tries his hardest to pay attention. “You okay, soldier?”

He sounds concerned, really, worried even, but the look in his eyes belies the suspicion he knows he must’ve attracted. He opens his mouth, tries to say something, but no words would come, so he tries to nod his head – the only response he could manage, but then you’re leaning over his shoulder, speaking for him.

“I think he’s sick,” you reply, turning your head to give him a brief smile. He can’t tell if he should be grateful for your interruption, or horrified that you’ve decided to lie. Probably both. “He’s been coughing and wheezing all evening.”

“Is he now?” the other man raises an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you with narrowed eyes. He seems suspicious, like he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying. You nudge him with your shoulder, and at your signal, König lowers his head, affecting a cough so loud he’s managed to catch everyone’s attention.

The other man sighs, shakes his head, murmurs something under his breath – the words too quiet to be understandable. “Alright,” he says, finally conceding. He pats him on the back, hard enough that König nearly falls out of his seat. “Get some rest. We’ll brief you tomorrow.”

And then he turns to you, giving you a small nod. “Go escort him, will you?”

You give him a playful salute. “Will do.”

When König turns to look at you, he finds you already staring at him, grinning. Wolfish, mischievous, and he coughs again, embarrassed, turning his head away from you and avoiding your gaze. Slowly, he stands up from his seat, keeping his head ducked as he hurries out of the room, with you following in tow, pretending he couldn’t feel the curious stares burning against his back even after he’s gone.

It’s amazing how quickly the seconds could pass when all he could think about is his own excitement. His heart’s pounding against his chest as he runs back to his room, with you still following after him. Still, he can’t afford to be as reckless as before; he casts a brief glance around him, nearly sighing in relief when he finds it empty. Everyone else is busy, bored out of their minds in a meeting that, even now, he himself still doesn’t understand. Good.

You push the door open, slipping inside, and slowly, he follows after you, shutting the door quietly behind him. Now, there’s no one else but the two of you. You smile at him again, slowly walking over to him, trapping him against the door with nowhere to escape.

“Now,” you begin, and your voice quiet, sweet. Seductive, even, and he swallows the lump that forms in his throat, feeling suddenly nervous, uncertain. Slowly, you reach out, running a finger down his cheek, his jaw, and he tries to stop the shiver that runs through him. It doesn’t go completely unnoticed. Your smile widens just a little, turns into a near-grin. “Where were we?”

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

i LOOOVE the concept of la squadra hanging out with trish, whether they got to her before bucci gang or not, i think they help protect her from the boss and plot to take him down together so everyone wins and she gets lots of dads/uncles/big brothers like she deserves

so here's how trish spends time with la squadra!!!

risotto honestly feels awkward cause he doesn't know the first thing about teenage girls, but he's pretty good at maintaining his demeanor so trish can't tell at first. she's figures it out tho and she thinks it's kind of funny. he's always honest with her about shit which she appreciates. he acknowledges the loss of her mother and offers his understanding; he doesn't tell her all about his cousin, at least not right away, but he gets across that he's dealt with grief at her age too and it honestly helps her a lot that there's someone who gets what she's going through. she comes to trust him a lot and it tickles his heart!!!!! he may not know what he's doing but he knows thats HIS daughter now thank u

prosciutto is always barking at everyone to behave because he will not tolerate their usual rowdiness and dumbassery with trish around. he's stern but doesn't act like he can boss her around, polite and gives her space. his nurturing instincts kick in so she finds that he's often the one checking in on her and encouraging her to eat. have u brushed ur teeth? u hydrated? he might fuss more if he thought it might help her but her distant attitude gives him the sense that a hands-off approach might be better. she appreciates the care while acknowledging her independence.

pesci is just nervous cause he's a nervous guy but trish is also intimidating in her own way. he has no idea what to do cause not only does he also not know shit about teenage girls, but he's always been the youngest so he's fumbling with not being in that position anymore. is always offering things like '.... you want my snack?' he's trying. she thinks he's kind of a dork. he has his own daddy issues tho so trish is surprised when pesci becomes very defensive and protective in his own right cause he understands the feeling of being unwanted and it sucks. he doesn't want her to feel that way. she warms up to him a lot more then.

formaggio often just makes her scoff or roll her eyes or look in that way that u kno she's judging u cause he's a rowdy man. he takes it in stride tho and laughs it off which improves her opinion. because she's pretty closed off at first he might try to find ways to make her laugh, especially cause she's going through some shit y'know. he considers it a victory when she cracks a smile. she warms up to his dumbassery and laughs more often. she's pleasantly surprised when he takes her seriously cause he knows what it's like to be underestimated. he picks up on her speech patterns and will often also tell everyone 'get it girl'

illuso and trish are honestly like two peas in a pod. they immediately click because they have the same attitude, and similar tastes to boot (her, illuso, and melone end up bonding over music). she likes that illuso won't be overbearing and he's a bitch on her level. they bond over vogue and he promises to do her nails when they're out of this mess. if one of the other squadmates teases them about it he'll immediately be like ARE YOU INVALIDATING OUR GIRL'S INTERESTS. DO U THINK U CAN DISRESPECT HER HUH. he fondly calls her girlie, she calls him lulu. the squad starts referring to them as long lost siblings cause they have the same expressions.

melone is polite, patient, and shows his concern in subtle ways so as not to overwhelm her. trish likes being around him cause he levels with her and he's pretty chill, which is a conscious effort on his part to offer her normalcy and security; he knows shit abt developmental psychology and a chaotic environment in the wake of losing a parent is just awful for a kid. he checks in on her feelings and allows her to talk about whatever she wants at her own pace, and she needs time, but she might eventually open up about stuff like her grief, and the feelings of helplessness and guilt that others are getting hurt protecting her. when spice girl manifests, melone is the first to catch on that she represents trish's adaptability and confidence in taking charge of her fate, and he tells her he's very proud of her, which makes her smile!!!!

ghiaccio is, you guessed it! awkward cause he doesn't know a thing about teenage girls. but the difference with him is he's brash and gets frustrated by his awkwardness; trish just kind of tunes him out as another clown in the circus she got stuck with. they kind of just avoid each other at first. the first attempt at an icebreaker (lol) is ghiaccio offering her like a pastry or smth and being like 'sorry your dad is trying to kill you.' '...... thanks?' this man does not know how to be normal. eventually they bond over their shared love of cats and purim. she thinks it's funny when he yells at people on her behalf.

sorbet and gelato being middle aged gay men already act sort of dadly to the younger gays of the squad so they are THRILLED to dote on this little lesbian, they LOVE this girl and she is insta-adopted, and trish actually does not mind at all because she simultaneously thinks they're cool, fun, affectionate, hilarious to see in action, and occasionally endearingly cringe. they constantly applaud trish's sass and audacity. sorbet is really fucking funny in a deadpan way and it gets her smiling even at first when she's more closed off, and she finds gelato's antics entertaining. they're both extremely impressed with how confidently she pulls a switchblade and will offer to help her hone her knife skills; she becomes absolutely lethal under their care. but their outpouring of love also encourages her softer and more caring side, which neither want her to lose. they're very proud of her for still being sweet even when she has every right to be jaded.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[james-fun-in-the-sunderland]

Mob Psycho 100 for fandom! And Amy from Sonic for character~

omg hello thank u niru c:

obligatory link back to the original ask game

Mob Psycho 100

sorry that alot of these repeat and probably arent like insane thoughts, i was only big into mp100 when i was like 16 and finished the anime like a year ago 😭

Favorite character: Serizawa c: hes a 6w5 so legally i must enjoy him but also i just like him ... he has curly hair and is cool OH AND TOME !!!! shes fun :) i dont fully remember my interesting thoughts on her but i enjoy her and how she works for reigen post canon. i think her weird girl charms get to me

Least Favorite character: uhhhh probably mogami or shous dad... theyre both just annoying like whateverrr stop being a dumb adult stop beefing with 15 year olds losers...

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): 1.... serirei?? is that the ship name. serizawa and reigen. basically canon ? 2. mobteru again basically canon 3. . um . theres not much ships i really have with this show so idk if i can do 5 but i can at least do three bc i think tome and mezato is cute :) i briefly became obsessed w them for a bit after season 2 .... i think the ship of the two claw guys . the like sword one and the other guy is pretty cool...

Character I find most attractive: serizawa. who would have guessed.

Character I would marry: nobody everyone here has many red flags also theyre 90% children

Character I would be best friends with: if i was a teenager there is a non zero chance i genuinely would be besties with tome but also maybe slightly find her annoying. but also maybe i would become besties with mob. in normal life none of them bc i would never talk to children or the adults in the show

A random thought: i think reigen is one of the last tumblr sexymen before that term really became used as meaning: character im sick of seeing so much of... but also i could be wrong. also can everyone stop drawing serizawa with straight hair ... i know they do in the manga/anime but if he had curly hair before they cut and washed him then it wouldnt go away. thats not how hair works and i should know as ive lived with it for like years.

An unpopular opinion: mogami arc wasnt that good, stop using it as an excuse to be weird abt child characters plsss

My canon OTP: nothing is canon :/ so

Non-canon OTP: serirei as i said above ☝

Most badass character: mob :] hes cool and awesom... but also i do think

Pairing I am not a fan of: idk if its bc i dont remember much but i cant see shou and ritsu as much more than besties but also obvs im not at all a fan of the . weirdly large amount of reigen and mob stuff like whats wrong with you all im killing you . i also just dont care too too much about ships between teenage characters so many of the ships in the fandom are like yea thats alright, also can see them as just besties, u kno?

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): i didnt realize how little there was of serizawa in the manga or the anime .. i feel like he had more when i first read it ???? anyway he should be there more .

Favourite friendship: i think mob and reigen are fun as friends :) especially as they grow older, i think the dynamic would be fun. also teru and ritsu are fun when theyre together. worlds most dramatic 12 year olds.

amy will b under the cut

amy rose :)

How I feel about this character: I like her !!! i feel like shes not talked about much outside of ships which is a shame because i feel like if people came together on her character (this includes people writing canon) then there could be a compelling character here that wouldnt deny her roots or just stay the same sort of trope she used to be. I cant deny i do enjoy that they occassionally dip into her little interest in tarot :) its nice to see that trait remembered.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: sonic of course, shadow, blaze a bit?, metal sonic anddd... yea thats it

My non-romantic OTP for this character: i think her with silver or knuckles is always fun :) idk why i think its because they bounce off of each other well. equal levels of no braincells happening here at least with silver. and with knuckles i feel like they could have a fun brother sister dynamic.

My unpopular opinion about this character: what is the popular opinion on her .... idk ill just use this as more of me talking about her character in general. i wish people would use her abandonment issues more, or at least like integrate that into her character since i think its a trait that shows up a bit in the little visual novel and in sonic frontiers and i think that makes sense as a trait for her

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: if she was ever playable again . I HAVENT played the sonic frontiers dlc but i think giving her a little spin off game ala the princess peach games would be fun. maybe then her team from sonic heros can be used again and i could like care about big and cream outside of them being sparingly used in canon .. and big not just being a joke ... also i just want more development for herrr im always begging for development or character in this series i know its for children but plsss also i wish they would like actually like .. fully deal with her whole thing with sonic... it feels like they wanna pretend her obsession just never happened and wasnt like the main thing with her character before they basically turned her into sally acorn.

My OTP: honestly ive really come around on amy x metal sonic :) i think mainly bc i cant see her with sonic at all (<- sonadow truther) and also i think it could be interesting if i thought about it more deeply

My OT3: amy x sonic x blaze i know i just said i cant see her with sonic but this is the exception, if i had to have an ot3 it would be this .. otherwise idk if i would have one.

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do u ever think abt how like trunks was probably raised by the internet growing up. bc yknow his parents werent ever really there. its interesting cause like he probably just kinda had to yet up on his own legs when his parents werent there and kinda worked his way around things, he likely got it from bulma, the problem solving that is. because he definitely didn't from vegeta. i like to imagine when trunks and goten were basically old enough to kinda make friends with eachother, which was when they were probably like 8, goten looked up to trunks a lot because he was older than him and like so cool his mom was really rich and trunks' dad would fight his dad and that was cool. from trunks perspective i feel like he kinda realized that goten was like kinda stupidly smart, trunks was too but he'd rather do other things and was like "yo this kid can do my homework for me" because trunks never really considered people for just being people at first because he wanted to try to live up to his who whenever visted dad would just huff at him and get what he came for. never really paying attention to trunks. i feel like after awhile of getting to knos goten better he kinda started like actually playing with him-- like a real kid, yknow? he let goten on his xbox and they woulc play zombies and goten was always so fascinated because his mom never allowed him any type of electronic devices or access to the internet. all goten had were books and whatever happened outside and sometimes even dvds he could play. i feel like they idolized eachother but never realized the other one felt the same way, and then as they grew up they kinda rubbed off on eachother

Trunks was definitely encouraged to explore and figure things out on his own for sure !! This of course also meant that he went out and found his own culture and place in it outside of the context of his house. Maybe that meant becoming a minecraft youtuber. What of it

Maybe a feeling of culture & connection was absent at home if his dad never wanted to connect with him, just train him. That makes sense that Trunks would inhabit that attitude and treat others like a commodity as well. I definitely see in him a kid who is bumbling through and trying to emulate what he's shown - but underneath that is an energetic and spontaneous child who is just having trouble making sense of conflicting inputs about the world, is all!

Goten's view of the world and his place in it was never that mysterious and contentious however so he's pretty well-adjusted I think. He's comfortable being the baby and looking up to Trunks and trusting that he knows what he's talking about. But he won't hesitate to defend his own mind or skin when it comes down to it. And Goten's authenticity rubs off on Trunks a bit, or rather encourages Trunks to just be himself. On one hand, Trunks lied when he said that he knew what a Majin Buu was because Goten seemed to believe that Trunks would know; but on the other hand, Trunks didn't try to push his competence further when he admitted that he too couldn't make sense of the high power levels they were sensing during their mad-flight over there. Rank matters to Trunks, and Goten is quick to assume his role as the youngest, but they are also quickly approaching an equilibrium.

i feel like they idolized eachother but never realized the other one felt the same way, and then as they grew up they kinda rubbed off on eachother

^ All There is To It Gang . . . . Goten looked up to Trunks becasue he was so skilled and knowledgeable and Trunks looked up to Goten becasue he was so fucking weird I MEAN he was trusting and playful and bold and he adapted fast and wasn't ever ashamed of who he was.

THEY ARE FRIENDS YOUR HONOR.

Trunks comes into a lot of grace to be able to stop the implicit power struggle and admit equals with Goten. It's more rewarding, but it does require a humbling, and perhaps a painful rejection of his nuanceless-because-he's-still-just-a-kid understanding of that all-important pride, which is like a religious doctrine in his home. Of course he could have Saiyan Pride AND a best friend, and actually it does seem like he understands that (in the Kakarot sidequest that these screenshots are from, Trunks and Goten had been of the belief that Vegeta and Goku were friends), but . . . who knows. Worth thinking about.

[bright-and-burning]

got tagged by @albonoooo !! thank u <3

what colour are your eyes?: i have (very mild) heterochromia!! they’re mostly green but my left eye has a little brown stripe :) i guess u could call them hazel (or at least the left one) my mom certainly did for ages idk picture below u decide

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tell me about your pets/your dream pet: i (well. my family) have an orange cat and a porgi (pitbull corgi mix [he’s really just a mutt but we’re like 95% sure he’s got corgi in him somehow]). they are the lights of my life and also the goofiest lookin mfs. i’ve posted pics of my cat before but my dog is like. really distinct looking (see: porgi) but i love him so much … ask me for photos of him n u shall receive…

my apartment is pet free unfortunately. but also taking care of another whole ass being is A Lot so. i’m very chill w not having my own rn

share some interesting fact about yourself: i went to a spanish speaking daycare when i was really young (like toddler aged) and then when i was like 7 i invented my own language (as one does) and half the words were just. spanish. my parents spent ages trying to convince me that i did not just come up w the word espagnol . i swear to god. and i was a stubborn know it all kid and i wasn’t gonna believe them on anything without irrefutable proof (and how do u prove that??) so their efforts were largely fruitless LOL

what was the first fandom you were a part of?: for SURE harry potter. 9 year old me had unsupervised internet access and went craaazy

do you have any phobias?: hm. i Really Really Really don’t like things going near my eyes. it was wayyy worse before i started wearing contacts. like someone waving their hands around within three feet of me would freak me out. i do still get like. inescapable visions of pencils being waved around and accidentally put in my eye when i think abt it/when ppl wave pencils around that i have to physically shake out of

are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! texture issues my beloathed… i DESPISE melted cheese. blergh. bad bad vibes. and other funky textured cheeses… i literally just physically shuddered.

do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: i consciously choose to eat burger first to get protein in. and THEN fries. if burger too hot then i get to eat two (must be even number) fries at a time until it cools enough to eat

winter or summer: summer <3 i love the beach i love the sun i love 6am runs where it’s already 75° i love swimming i love fun festivals. but also summer is a mindset . if it’s 65° in march im walking around in shorts and a tank top and sitting in the sun the entire day

favourite fanfiction tropes: oh gosh… best friends to lovers… idk i read it all baby. also gonna be honest the f1 interpretations of a/b/o are FASCINATING!!! and have really increased the draw by Far for me

are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: working! i am a silly little analyst

what is the last country you visited: canada in june to get drunk by the lake for a week <3

what country would you want to move to after retiring?: france… maybe not. but also maybe yeah. idk i don’t have any other strong connections to places, u kno? and i’d like to travel (fingers crossed i Can retire at an age where i can still travel easily lol)

who was your first crush?: gene kelly in singin in the rain and on the town… formative movies for 3y/o me

how did you get into f1 fandom?: web weavings on tumblr + like three random instagram reels (the mclaren wavelength video being the only one i remember lol) + the empty hole unemployment left me with inside = instant obsession

no pressure tag…. @oscarpiastriwdc @ocontraire @crimsonicarus @lafaerie @mecachrome

[tomboyyyaoi]

things ive been noticing in stampede that i love (manga spoilers for new fans, be warned)

vash is scared of knives, like explicitly hes terrified of him

theyr really hammering in that vash and meryl are similar, i hope they do something with this, i wanna make a seperate post abt it u kno i love my vashmeryls

the gung ho guns have changed a lot (really starting to notice the absence of rai-dei, midvalley and dominique) but im so intrigued by the changes, im excited to see what they do w lil elendira and i really hope livio still manages to become loveable

in ep3 when knives asks the recurring "whos side are you on?" question vash seems shocked, like hes noticing ppl keep asking him that

roberto warming up to meryl

vash cant meet meryl in the eye, in both scenes where she confronts him its like hes deliberately not looking her in the eye, even in ep3 when he turns to her to say he doesnt deserve to cry hes still not meeting her gaze

i can see a huge emotional break coming for vash, maybe itll have to do with meryl encouraging him to let it go (like the scene in the manga after he kills legato), maybe itll come from a certain death we all know is coming and are dreading who knows but i can feel it in my bones

were probably seeing vash's arm flashback as well as some of the body horror from the manga from how much theyve shown theyr committed to the darker tone

anyway thats all i can think of

[thatdeadaquarius]

Same anon with vine boom sfx ask, I got another one xD hope u dont mind

Okay so while I was reading through the tags and replies of the language post i got reminded of a memory. Everyone knows the russian words 'cyka blyat' but as someone whose country is full of bilinguals/trilinguals I see a different word with the same letters used that is bad and I have to take a double-take.

Basically reader who is still learning teyvatian language (bear with me), stumbles across a sign (a shop, a random sign, etc.), sees an english bad word, SUS moment only to find its a harmless, innocent teyvatian word mistaken as an english one.

(If you ask the twins they would either slowly but surely die of laughter or wheeze so bad they have to be revived. Cue other characters of your choosing wheezing as well or turned into the equivalent of Windows XP shut-down jingle)

(This happens to me so many times ever since I searched up random words from random languages and seeing my country's equivalent, imagine the chaos reader would unleash. The twins mught az well be wheezing ghosts---)

YES UR BACK YES HI HELLO WELCOME AGAIN🎉

(subliminalmessagingspspspspscometomeaskscomepspspsps)

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There's so much ✨️ room ✨️ for language chaos and genshin

(Like it was a creative idea to make them have theyre own language, bc u kno international audience/diff language settings all the time)

oh the old, 🤨 "what is that?" sus look from someone who speaks multiple languages when they see smth that looks/sounds like a cuss word/slur but in actuality means some shit like "cheese"

Yeah as i think about it more and more, as soon as ANY language shenanigans happen (blunt speech, ppl dont speak ur lang, etc) aint no way the traveler is makin it out alive

Like, realistically, only ppl like Kazhua could travel with yall consistently, so like him, the traveler, and kuni (im sick of typing out scaramouche so itll either be kuni/scara/lil meow meow/bbygirl from now on)

Are all in the line of fire.

They're abt to gets abs (if they didnt already have them) from how hard theyre laughing all the time

Omfg imagine walking thru like main street in Liyue or Inazuma city and the slur/cuss word mistranslation is like a common word 😭

All the shop signs or like banners or restaurant menus (like u kno how they put them outside?) as u go down the street is just

"Flower *slur*(shop)"

"Beauty fuck"

"Ass Bakery"

LMAO oh how the turn tables-

Now they cant stop laughing at ur reactions

Yeah the traveler at least is like in physical pain bc they have to be around u all the time so everything funny happens to/around them 💀 RIP ur traveling partners

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Thank you for the ask!!

You're always welcome to come back again!! I love to see it :D !!!