#wanna **** him so **** his goggles fog up

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yan!mark talks to you this way when you try to escape btw!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 restraining orders are literally just suggestions when it comes to mark 🥺

mumble mumble predator/prey dynamic with yan!mark mumble mumble

cw; mentions of stalking, yan!mark, no smut but suggestive, just me rambling lolll, mdni 💕

yan!mark who never thought about pinning you until one day you sneak up on him to scare him (joke) and he just completely flips you over his hip and onto the floor. you have to fight back the vertigo from the way your entire world tilted to tell him it's just me! just me!!

and he's got his fist in the air, ready to strike.

his gaze softens when. . yeah. it is just you.

but he still hovers over you because. . you look so alarmed. your eyes wide with fear. your breath picking up. he can hear your heartbeat if he concentrates.

you look like a scared, cornered animal and mark has. . never been harder LMAOO. don't be surprised if he just gets on his knees and starts pulling your pants down <3

good luck trying to break up with him!! stalking you gives him a stiffy!!! xx

[inf3ct3dd]

000. KINGSTON ・✫・゜

the day that i met you i started dreaming

warnings: mentions of death, cursing

content: meeting ellie for the first time :33

authors note: sorry i made you guys wait so longggg!!! hope this isn’t absolute trash lol 😇 also reader and ellie are like, 7 in this part 🤞🏽

masterlist. next chapter.

blue was the color of the pool on the day we met.

water perfectly chilled, sending a jolt up my leg when i stepped into it.

jesus, why is it so cold?

i decided against just standing there, letting the water turn me into a human popsicle, and i jumped in.

i dove under the water, and i felt goosebumps all over my skin. after swimming around a bit, the cold was a lot less jolting, and i saw a slightly blurry head of auburn hair swimming around the deep end. doing flips, handstands, and rarely staying above the water for more than 5 seconds to catch their breath.

dad told me that his friends kid was here. is that her?

green was the color of the goggles you had on when i saw you for the first time.

you had pulled them over your head, messing up your bangs that were stuck to your forehead in the process. you dipped them under the pool water, un-fogging them, and you looked over at me.

woah.

i waved at you, and you disappeared again, under the light blue. geez, thats one way to say you don’t wanna talk.

moments later, that same auburn head was sticking out of the water, in front of me now, pulling off her goggles.

“hi.” you greeted, smiling up at me. the sun hit your green eyes perfectly, making you slightly squint.

“hey.” i greeted back, returning the same smile.

you had moved next to me on the steps where i sat, plopping down on the step right below me.

i spent a little too long staring, but how could i help it? your face was littered with freckles, falling down to the top of your neck where your swim shirt started. there was a few red lines on top of your eyebrows, probably from your goggles. and of course, your hair. long reddish-brown locks tied into a messy ponytail, with side parted bangs that stuck to your forehead.

i was so focused on looking at you, i didn’t even realize you were looking at me. curls separated into two braids, resting on my chest, with a light pink one piece, and a deep tan.

“pretty.” you mumbled under your breath.

i definitely heard, but i decided to humor you.

“what didya say?” i questioned, tilting my head.

you shook yourself out of your daze, blinking dramatically. “huh?- i didn’t say anything.” you were quick to defend, shaking your head.

i gave a calm “hm” in response, shrugging and resting my forearms on my knees.

“so….d’you live here?” you asked, turning yourself to face me.

“nuh uh. my nana does, she’s right over there.”

i pointed to her, comfortably sat in her chair with a canned margarita.

you gave me a small nod, following where my finger led with your eyes.

“i don’t live here either, my dad got his dads house here when he died. we just come here to swim.” you explained, sloshing water around in front of you.

my eyes widened at the suddenness of the comment, but i replied almost instantly.

“sorry your grandpa died. thats sad.” i attempted to comfort.

“meh, i never met him.” you shrugged, continuing making waves with your hands.

we sat in silence for a while, unsure of what to say next. it wasn’t awkward, surprisingly, it was just…silence. the quiet splashing of pool water and the chatter of the old ladies in their chairs was the only thing that filled our ears.

i started staring back down at you, only really seeing the top of your head. the sun shined on your hair, making the red in it even more noticeable. for some reason, its all i wanted to look at.

“did you dye your hair? how is it….” i twirled a loose strand around my finger, moving next to you on the pool steps.

“how is it what?” you replied, letting out a small giggle.

“its like, red, but pretty red. i have a friend whos a ‘red head’ , but her hairs like , carrot orange.” i answered, still toying with it.

red was the color your cheeks turned at my accidental compliment.

pretty red. she thinks my hair is pretty.

“hey, whats wrong with orange?” you questioned yet again, staring at me.

“its a nice color sometimes, but not for hair. and , its not even red??? its orange! why are they called red heads?”

“isn’t orange just red with white in it?”

“so what? that doesn’t mean its red. if anything, you’re a red head. your hair is literally dark red. and its not ugly pumpkin color.”

“you really care about peoples hair.” you stated, letting out a giggle.

“people always say that they see peoples teeth first when they meet them, but thats a bunch of crap. i see their hair.” i rolled my eyes, moving a piece of hair behind my ear.

“i definitely see if someones bald before i care about their teeth.” you agreed, still laughing.

“exactly! like i don’t even know what your teeth look like. i just saw you, and i was like ‘wow. she has pretty hair.’”

“you think my hair is that nice?” you asked, toying with the ends of it.

“no, i actually think your hair looks like a giant pile of shit.” i sarcastically quipped, chuckling at myself.

“oh yeah?” and before you could even finish enunciating your sentence, i was falling off the stairs, into the cold water.

“hey! i didn’t even have my goggles on, you dick!” i yelled, wiping the water out of my eyes.

“language!” my dad yelled from his chair, seated next to yours.

i rolled my eyes at him, and moved to pull you in with me.

you fell under, just as unceremoniously as i did, and we both burst into laughter.

when we finally calmed down, i looked over at you.

“wait, what’s your name?”

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Noone asked but

Mercs Sexualities ❤️

Scout is screaming closeted bi. Why you ask? I dunno, but my intuition never failed me.

Soldier is a chaotic person so in modern terms you could name him pansexual. He only cares if the person that he is snusnuing is capable of fighting. Thats all

Pyro is a monogamouss pan mess because with all the lighter fuel fogging up their goggles (and their minds) they couldnt care less about their S/Os genitals.

Demo is a casual straight man, but he isnt too much of a wuss to try new things (by things i mean you)

Heavy is gay as shit for Medic … come on.

Engie is a sad hetero man is his sad world (unless you count the fangirlies who wanna ride him like a cowboy)

Medic is a bi bitch queen (yeah fuck his ex wife, he wants to do but eternally pound (and fiddle) with Heavies guts)

Sniper is a proud disaster starved for a tender touch.

Spy is a true manwhore, serving and receiving all genders better than a gas station bathroom

[jaxon-exe]

U know when u have an idea for a fanfic that would be amazing and u really wanna write it so u can read it but liiiiikkkkkkkeeeeeeeee

*looks at overflowing pile of unfinished fanfics and stories*

…

…

So here a my hero fic for anyone that’s wants to do anything with it 😁

(I mean let’s be honest that’s 99% of the reason for this blog but anyway)

So this is a ‘Izuku has a quirk’ fic and it was the quirk idea itself that inspired this.

His quirk is called “haunting fears” and has a couple of parts to it.

When his quirk is activated it covers an area around him (the size it up to u) and while the exact way it changes varies there r a few things that always happen. Those being a heavy fog takes over the area, the area get a bit darker (even in direct daylight) and everyone in the area gets an overwhelming feeling of dread.

The second part of the quirk is the kicker though. It can see a persons fears/regrets and well… haunts them with it. Like full haunted house shit by means of hallucinations.

Side note: while u don’t have to use this aspect of the quirk I like the idea that it made Izuku stop aging. This will mean even without the hallucinations the seconds part of his quirk has, he can still pull off scary ghost kid vibes.

As an eg of the quirk I’ll describe how it would work on Aizawa.

So the first part is standard, heavy fog, low light and a primal fear, perhaps Izuku giving off a creepy giggle now and again to. Then from the fog he will hear his name.

“Shota.”

He looks around to find the source but can’t as it calls again.

“Shota.”

This time he’s certain he recognises this voice and starts having to really focus to say calm as it keep speaking.

“You left me Shota.”

“U couldn’t save me.”

“I thought we were meant to protect each other.”

“But u didn’t. U left me.”

At this point Aizawa is fully freaked out and yells for the person to show themselves. Just then a figure can be made out in the fog. Aizawa freezes in place as he sees Oboro standing in the fog with his head down.

“U left me to die.” Oboro lifts his head to show the broken goggles and blood drinking down his face

(From here u can pretty much go where u want)

So yeah, I feel like this has potential for a lot of different stories. A villain Izuku would be really good but I personally like the idea of Izuku striving to becomes a hero even with a ‘villainous’ quirk.

How OFA works into this is also up to u. Personally I would have it that izuku doesn’t get OFA but I can imagine it being that the first part of his quirk was always the same but the full blown hallucinations only came after getting OFA bc it kinda beefed up his quirk maybe.

Like I said u can take this a lot of ways and I really wanna see something with this so if u do write this please let me know ☺️

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WIP Wednesday, kinda…..

@sam-loves-seb Thank you for the WIP Wednesday, as I am a slacker it’s WIP I spaced it Friday

So this is my story on AO3 , Poptarts for Papa. One chapter to be wrote . It’s Galladads , the early years

Like tonight there was a chill but the house warm. Something rich and savory was coming from the kitchen . The chatter and laughter drug him like a magnet down the hall. He leaned in the doorway taking in the scene. These three were at the best of time up to what could only be called antics or shenanigans. Ian and Liam were cutting on the well oiled boards and Lily sat chewing on a spoon on the counter. Now that was not unusual. What was unusual is the mound of chopped pieces , all onions. All three Gallagher’s were also donning pool eye goggles and pink dish gloves , with flamingos . Lily being so small the gloves were almost to her shoulders. Ian they were super tight.

“ Aye Do I want to even guess what’s happening here? Cause I think this time I actually may need some more hints. Also any good snacks around here.?”

” Mick dinner is happening soon, your gonna love it , can you wait ?”

” Pop doing an experiment. If we don’t get the onion on our skin or in our eyes no tears. Here if you’re gonna be in here put these on please. 9 onions no tears .”

” Umm yeah pops does not even swim , you want me all bug eyed and Alien looking like dad?”

” Papa Liam says googly glasses are safety and uncle Iggy says safety third. “

And who could argue with that three year old logic . So Mickey former prince of the Southside hood rat with knuckle tats and cartel connections strapped on the glasses, gloves and took a selfie with his family. Domesticated shit talking trash just loving his life. He got an approving pat from Lily as he hopped up next to her.

” so what smells good and what’s happening with all the onions after this , it’s a lot of onion rings.”

“ Mick you know that French onion soup you love “

” um cheesy shit and bread, ya man “

” well we can make it in the instant pot in like an hour. We broil the cheese and bread over it after it’s done.”

“Doing that with salad . Made a big chocolate tart while little miss was pretending to nap .”

Liam and Ian chatted about how Liam could write up his assignment when Mickey noticed a crumpled bag of chips next to him. Ian and Liam were now sautéing onions before they started the instant pot. He could sneak a few chips without Ian….

“ Holy hell Ian what is wrong with these chips , they are like soggy as.. butt. This is why we don’t need at fancy chips from Whole Foods. And I can’t see with these fogged up glasses. Are they quinoa, chickpea, recycled newspaper , what Red what?”

” Lily spit”

Liam began laughing as Mickeys brows arched out of the eye ware. Lily reached for the bag which Ian quickly took and gave her a very stern

“ Lily daddy said no “

” papa ate a chip “

” papa ate your spit , a bucket full. Really Mick gagging in the sink , are you three too?”

Mickey spit. “ punk I love you but why.”

Her face scrunched up and her brow matched Mickeys to the inch .

“ Daddy said could have cheese snack or banana snack cause we gets cake tonight . Wanna the chips papa, said please . Daddy’s says no Lily even tho I saids please.”

” E what happened then.?”

”Like I said your daughter pretended to nap . Snuck the bag in . Did not eat said chips but licked all the flavoring.”

He punctuated each word with the slap of the knife on garlic.

” EVERY. DARN. CHIP “

[roamwithahungryheart]

Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Drabble)

A request for the lovely @cavillsharman - hope you like it! x

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, use of firearms, Sy being Sy

You’d never been the outdoorsy type. Trudging around fields in the mud just wasn’t your idea of a good time. Yet here you were, togged up in a khaki jumpsuit, a light fog in the lenses of your safety goggles, listening to Walter, your paintballing instructor, lecture you about safety measures. If you didn’t love your friends so much, you’d hold a grudge against them for this. Although, the fact that Walter was attractive in a disheveled, morning-fresh kind of way made you feel a little better.

Still, it was going to be a long afternoon. And you hated long afternoons.

“Can we just fucking get going?” You muttered, teeth chattering a little as the afternoon chill hit.

A gruff chuckle sounded behind you.

“You said it, darlin’.” A deep southern drawl drifted over your right shoulder.

You turned and locked eyes with a burly, bearded bear of a man. He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Something you’d like to share with the class, Syverson?” Walter crossed his arms and raised his chin, widening his stance.

“No sir.” Syverson caught your eye again and winked.

Walter huffed. “Get up here and help me split the teams.”

“Sir yes sir!” Sy saluted, Marker clacking against his hip, walking forward with the broad pride of a cowboy. “Now,” he pointed “this ain’t no military shoot-out. We wanna see friendly competition out there. I’ve seen enough dumbfuckery in Basic.” He harrumphed. “Safety first.”

“Team A, you’re with me.” Walter chopped the air as he counted heads, mumbling numbers and furrowing his brow. “Team B, you’re with the Captain.”

“Call me Sy. Unless you wanna call me Captain.” He wiggled an eyebrow suggestively. Someone at the back snorted a laugh.

A former soldier working as a paintball instructor? The idea amused you more than it probably should have. Sy amused you too.

Sy lifted his Marker, dragging it slowly across the crowd to scout his prey. As the groups began to split, your eyes darted between the two men.

You’d never been the first pick in gym class, but you’d never been the last either. Until now. Both Walter and Sy had their Markers tilting towards you.

Were they fighting over you? It sure looked like they were peacocking.

You blinked hard, shaking off the thought. You’re just trying to make it more fun. Unless…

Sy winked, cocking his Marker. You were his.

Yeah, he seemed pretty pleased with himself.

On the other side of the shooting range, Walter’s team was in the middle of a group huddle. Every so often, he would glance over, lips pressed into a thin line.

Sy set his Marker down on a table and paced up and down the gravel entryway to the arena. He stopped behind you, peering over your shoulder.

“Never used a gun before, darlin’?”

“Uh,” you stuttered at the sensation of his warm breath against your cheek “no, I haven’t.”

“Good thing you’re on my team. I can show you all the right moves.” His voice lowered to a sultry half-whisper.

Before you had the chance to think of a witty reply, Sy’s large hand was on top of yours, adjusting your grip. All you heard next was-

“Cock.”

“What?” You jumped a little, elbow crashing into Sy’s thick chest.

“Cock it.” He guided your hand along the barrel, gently squeezing. “Good.”

Your cheeks were beginning to flush. “Okay, what now?”

He stood back, hands on his hips. “Show me your dominant side.”

This guy really knew how to catch you off-guard.

“Excuse me?” Your voice wobbled.

“Left or right?” He grinned.

Fucking flirt.

“Right.”

“Put the butt of the gun into your armpit.” He pressed up against you, his words rumbling against the shell of your ear. “Use your dominant hand to operate the trigger, and the other hand to steady the barrel.” The contrast between the softness of his touch and the solidness of him sent a tantalizing shiver through your core.

What was it about this guy? Clearly Walter didn’t like him. There’s gotta be something wrong with him.

Sy stepped back, observing your form, then –

“Atta girl!” He slapped you on the back with enough force to send you lurching forward slightly.

Ah. There it is.

The man didn’t know his own strength. He grabbed hold of you and steadied the barrel of the Marker. “Whoa! Sorry darlin’. Knocked the wind right outta ya.”

“Just a little.” There was a hint of a wheeze to your reply.

The rest of the team had already splintered off, ducking and diving around wooden pallets. How long had you been standing there with Sy?

“Shit,” he drawled, dragging the word out “we should get goin’. Walter the Grouch doesn’t like to be kept waitin’.”

Sure enough, when you rounded the corner, you caught sight of a stony-faced Walter. Without a word, Walter raised his Marker and shot Sy square in the stomach.

“Fucker!” Sy grumbled, rapidly firing back at Walter.

Within a matter of seconds, the two men had locked horns.

Rolling your eyes, you crouched down and made your way around the course, slowly but surely perfecting your aim. Just as you were about to start your second lap, you aimed, pulled the trigger and heard a hollow click. You re-cocked the Marker and peered into the chamber. Your one and only clip was empty.

With a groan, you trudged back to the arena gates.

The supply box was almost empty, so you picked a few loose bullets from the open packs and began to load them. Then –

“Run into some trouble, sugar?”

“Fresh out of bullets.” You tutted, lips twisting in faux-disappointment.

Sy rummaged in his right-hand pocket and pulled out a full clip.

“I always carry a spare.” He brandished it in mid-air, beckoning you over with a smirk. “But I usually take a gal out to dinner before I unload my clip into her Marker."

“Lucky me.” You reloaded the chamber, locking eyes with Sy. “Since I paid for this game, you can pay for dinner.”

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His Girl - Five

Violet stood to the side as she watch Bellamy and Murphy target practicing. Murphy's knife fell to the ground after he failed to get it to stick in the tree.

"It's that damn kid always messing with my head," the dark haired boy said making the Violet roll her eyes and mutter a small "Sure" under her breath.

"He's not gonna last much longer, better start thinking of a new excuse," Bellamy slightly mocked before winding his arm back and throwing his axe hard enough for it to instill into the tree. Violet shamelessly admired how sexy the man looked. "That's how it's done" he said, voice full of arrogance.

Atom and another kid walked towards the three, "We searched a half-mile all directions. No sign of Trina or Pascal."

"Visit your special tree when you were out there?" Murphy teased making Violet tilt her head in confusion.

"Atom took his punishment. Let it go," Bellamy ordered.

"Bell what punishment? What did he do?" Violet asked, completely confused about what the hell was going on.

"Its nothing Vi, we'll talk about it later," the boy replied making her huff in annoyance. Noticing this, Bellamy walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into him. "I promise baby," he whispered in her ear sending a shiver down her spine and making her skin flush. He smirked and kissed her cheek, turning his attention back to Atom who started talking again.

"Could be grounders," he suggested.

Murphy of course took a chance to continue his teasing, "Yeah, or they could be in pound town. Lot of that going on recently," he smirked.

Ignoring Murphy, Atom continued "Look, Bellamy people are scared," he gestured to the loud moaning of the boy in the drop ship, "And that dying kid he's not helping the morale around here."

"Morale will go up when I find them more food," Bellamy reassured.

The other boy spoke up, "And what do we say when they ask about Trina and Pascal?"

"For now? Nothing. Its possible they're just lost. We'll keep an eye out for them when we go hunting later."

Murphy had his eyes on the drop ship, "Lets go kill something."

Stopping him from walking any further Bellamy responded, "You're not going. I need you to stay here. If the grounders are circling we can't leave this place unprotected.

Murphy nodded, "Fine. Somebody better tell goggle boy to keep it shut." Violet watched him fail again at getting his knife in the tree before making her way to the drop ship.

✶✶✶

Violet followed Wells up the ladder hearing Monty say, "That would be a firm no." Immediately going to Jasper's side she looked down at the poor boy.

Clarke sighed, "My mother would know what to do."

"How's he doing?" Wells asked making the blonde immediately snap at him.

"How does it look like he's doing Wells?" she glared up at him.

"I'm just trying to help," he defended himself.

Violet and Finn glanced at each other noting the awkward tension between the two.

Clarke spoke up, "You wanna help? Hold him down." she motioned to Jasper.

Violet, Finn and Wells all did as told. Monty looked at Clarke worriedly, "I'm not gonna like this am I?"

✶✶✶

Violet, Monty, Finn,  and Wells, were all holding a screaming Jasper down as Clarke tried to heal his wound.

"Hold him still! I need to cut away the infected flesh," Clarke yelled.

The door opened revealing an exasperated Octavia yelling "Stop it!" "You're killing him!" the tan girl said kneeling next to the boy.

"She's trying to save his life," Finn reassured the girl.

Unfortunately Bellamy had followed his sister to the room, "She can't"

Wells stood up and faced Bellamy, "Back off"

Clarke huffed, "We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die."

"Kid's a goner. If you can't see that you're deluded." Bellamy so sweetly pointed out. "He's making people crazy."

"Sorry if Jasper's an inconvenience to you, but this isn't the ark. Down here every life matters."

"Take a look at him. He's a lost cause," the curly haired boy replied making his girlfriend scoff.

The room was silent for a moment before Clarke turned to Octavia. "Octavia, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people, if I say there's hope there's hope." Clarke tried to reassure the girl but was interrupted by the hot headed boy once more.

"This isn't about hope. Its about guts. You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days, if he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself." He went towards the latter before turning back again, "Octavia, Vi, let's go."

His sister didn't even turn to look at him, "I'm staying here." The boy turned to his girlfriend with a raised brow. All she did was give him a disgusted look before turning back to the group, refusing to acknowledge him any more than that. Bellamy's face softened for a moment before nodding in understanding and distending down the ladder.

Monty interrupted the silence, "Power hungry, self serving, jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." He glanced at Octavia and Violet, "No offence" Octavia just shook her head while Violet mumbled a "You're not wrong."

Finn agreed, "Yeah Bellamy is all that, but he also happens to be right."

✶✶✶

Violet caught up to Bellamy right before he left. "You're not killing him."

"Sweetheart-"

"Kill him and you lose me," with that she turned her back and walked away from him.

Bellamy's heart felt like it stopped when she spoke those words. The last thing he ever wanted was to lose his sister or his girl.

✶✶✶

The remaining criminals including Violet all made their way to the drop ship in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Monty asked a random girl.

"The air got thick everybody's skin started burning."

Octavia looked at the boy worriedly, "Monty my brothers out there."

"He'll be fine. We'll all be fine," he reassured her.

Violet came and sat down next to Octavia. "He's right O. Bellamy will be fine. He'll find shelter," the girl also tried to reassure her friend while putting her arms around her for a brief moment. Octavia nodded gratefully and hugged her back, happy that while the safety of her brother is unknown, she does know that her best friend is safe right next to her.

✶✶✶

Bellamy had been asleep in a cave taking shelter from the fog when a scream woke him up. "No!" the 12 year old Charlotte screamed in her sleep.

"Charlotte, wake up." Bellamy shook the girl.

"I'm sorry," she whined.

He ignored the apology instead asking, "Does it happen often?" The girl sighed in reply. "What are you scared of?" Getting no response he continues, "You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

"But...I'm asleep," Charlotte says confused.

Bellamy explained, "Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep."

Still confused she asks, "Yeah, but...how?

"You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death." He continued, "Let me see that knife I gave you." Doing as told she held up the knife she was given.

Bellamy took it from her and held it up, "Now when you feel afraid you hold tight to that knife and say, 'Screw you. I'm not afraid.'" He handed the knife back to her.

Taking his advice, Charlotte help up the knife and quietly said, "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Bellamy gave her a look that said, you can do better than that. She said once more, this time with much more confidence, "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Bellamy smiled approvingly. "Slay your demons kid. Then you'll be able to sleep."

He had sat back against the cave wall when the girl spoke up again. "Can you tell me a story to help me fall asleep?"

He thought for a moment before replying, "Like what?"

"Tell me how you met Violet."

[bardofhype]

Fallout: New Vegas Robot Humanization Headcanons!

i got into fnv recently and i am totally normal about the game i swear (/lh). and recently some ideas of humanizing some of the many robots you see in the game hit me like a brick so now I'm just gonna throw those thoughts out into the open here! here we go Yes Man TV visor screen. Constant smile but his eyes (and voice especially) can properly hold his true emotion for him. Has that Wario build (buff chubby). Has power armor as a treat. I think it'd be funny if he was just always wearing a hat, for no reason. He has a different hat every time you look at him.

ED-E Football helmet, adorned with a few antenna. Has a jetpack. Somewhere between 2 to 3 feet tall. I think he deserves a few short robo-tentacles either attached to his back exactly or attached to his jetpack to help him be able to hover. Probably an amputee in one arm. Big big eyes, glowing and full of loyalty Fisto

Tall. Is 6 feet at least. Tempted to give him buff chubby/dad bod status as well, since he's presumably got very strong arms. Wears booty shorts and sandals. Eyes covered by some sort of hat to pit his mysterious vibe to him despite the buff chubby/dad bod build and booty shorts + sandals fit

Victor Medium height, pretty much looks the exact same as what you can see on his Securitron screen. Cowboy fit and all, the kindest, rootiest and tootiest cowboy this side of the Mojave SPOILERS FOR OLD WORLD BLUES DLC UNDER THE CUT

The Think Tank gang Klein, I think he's like. Mentally in his 50's. Would have some gray hairs, probably wears round spectacles. Wears a turtleneck and sweater vest under his lab coat. Has a sky blue tint to his whole form.

0, he's definitely got square glasses. Mentally in his mid 20's, wears a plaid button-up with a clip-on the along with the lab coat. Has a darker blue tint to his form.

Dala, she absolutely, constantly has lab goggles on, especially if in the presence of a Lobotomite. They probably fog up every time she's like. Super close to one. Wears form-fitting clothing, I wanna say, along with the lab coat and all, maybe even having some sort of bears paw talisman just for giggles. Has a purple tint to her form.

Borous, oh buddy. Farmer hat, tank top, overalls, the lab coat is tied around his waist, he has CONTACT LENSES. Since his experiments always kept taking his glasses away from him, if they were capable enough to. Has a camo green tint to his form.

8... Oh 8. Probably wears a scarf or bandana around where his mouth is. I wanna say he'd have vitiligo, caused by his voice getting fried and screwed during the attack 0 describes. Glasses have octagonal frames. Has four bracelets on each arm, made them himself. Wears/has headphones. Has a light green tint to his form. The Sink Personality Modules (at least, the ones I've found so far) Light Switch 01? she seems like she'd have, like... hmm, hard to say. There could be some bioluminescence/glow to her that can toggle off and on on account of being a light switch, and i feel like she'd have a sweater. specifically, like, a sweater dress sort of feel. but that's all i've got for her

Book Chute? British. monocle owning, clean mustache having, dress suit wearing, dirty blond comb-over styling, always has a book in hand 95% of the time, with the 5% of the time he still has a book in his hand, but in the other hand is a whole tube of white-out. he's terribly great.

Blind Diode Jefferson, my man. sitting in a rocking chair, with a prosthetic leg, faded scars and bruises lining his arms, always has a pile of instruments laying by his sides. chipped tooth in his smile, tinted shades, messy hairbun, loose jazz musician clothes, my man's got the jazz fedora- you know the kind of fedora or hat that jazz artists have sometimes? That, he has That. i love him so so so much

Central Intelligence Unit? British, but more bearable, despite the well-ironed butler outfit. no monocle, but i feel like he'd have like. a cravat. and maybe a little top hat. is always doing something whenever you enter the Sink. i think he has something similar to Yes Man's TV visor, but it's more like a computer screen

[honeypirate]

For the 420 event (congratulations btw!!) Can I please request Tenya Iida with swimming together (not at the beach though please!) Friends to lovers, “Is that my shirt?”, and first kiss. It doesn't have to be this exactly feel free to play around with it. Thank you for doing this btw!! ❤

Yay!! I love Tenya!! I hope this isnt like super ooc I just went the the flow lol

Tenya Iida x reader + swimming + friends to lovers + is that my shirt? + first kiss

Event Masterlist

You knock on his door quietly, a nervous excited smile on your lips as you bounce on your toes.

“Y/n?” Iida says as he opens his door “what are you doing?”

“Do you wanna go swimming?” You whisper and you watch as his sleepy brain works slowly through what you said

“D-do I wanna go SWIMMING?” He asks, exasperated and you laugh, covering his mouth with your fingers as you push him back into his room and close his door

“Tenyaaa” you sing quietly with a smile, your hand still on his lips “you know my quirk, we wouldn’t get in trouble. And it’s such a hot night and I can’t sleep.”

You hug him close and look up at him through your lashes. “I really wanna go night swimming with you” you say and give him your best puppy dog eyes

His heart is hammering wildly in his chest, you’re his best friend but these are the rules! But when you look at him like that…. “just the once” he says softly, your quirk could control all electronics so that includes video cameras. If they didn’t know then you wouldn’t get in trouble. He can bend the rules, just this once.

You laugh and hug him close, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek “thank you thank you thank you! I’ll wait in the hall! Don’t forget a towel!” You kiss his cheek one last time and then slip out of his room

His heart was hammering, his knees felt like jelly, he liked you so much it was becoming harder to be just your friend. Maybe he’d take Midoriya’s advice and confess soon. Once his cheeks cool off a little bit he changes into his swimming trunks and a tshirt. Grabbing a towel he takes a deep breath before opening his door.

You use your quirk to unlock doors and stop all alarms, making the cameras replay the last images instead of the current ones as you slipped into the pool.

You take a deep inhale of chlorine and heat and chuckle “thank you for this Tenya”

You kick off your sandals and pull your shirt over your head, showing your blue and silver swimsuit. His eyes go wide and his cheeks flush as he looks away, busying himself by taking his own shirt off next to you.

He only turns around when he hears the splash of you jumping in the water.

You swim to the very bottom of the deep end and sit there for a moment, relishing the quiet and peace of the water. You watch as he dives in with dark reflective goggles on that you guessed were prescription and you just know the expression he has. You giggle out, air floating up in front of your face as you kick off the bottom and float to the top beside him.

You tread in the water and swim around him, a playful smile on your lips as he spins and watches you “I’m shocked I could convince you. I didn’t think it was possible.” His eyes are on yours as he listens to you speak comfortably “I was talking to Mina earlier about how I should see if you liked me and she told me I should see what I could convince you to do” he gasps a little and you stop swimming around him.

You swim up to him and push his goggles up gently so you could see his eyes “so am I right?” You ask with a happy smile and he clears his throat, his face feels so hot he was sure steam was coming off his skin “I uh..” he scrambles through his brain before sighing “uh yes. Yes you are” he says with furrowed brows.

“Well that’s a relief” you say with a chuckle and swim closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders

He raises his eyebrows in shock, sputtering a little before he gets his brain on track “what do you mean that’s a relief? Could you please explain?”

You laugh and lean up, kissing his cheek. “Because I like you too, dummy”

His cheeks flush again and you run your fingertips softly across his skin

“You like me?” He asks, a little confused

You nod your head with a sincere smile and he laughs once before a smile pulls at his lips

“Oh. That’s.. that’s a relief” he says with a laugh and then reaches out, pulling you easily into his arms as he spins in a slow circle “do you wanna go out with me Tenya?” You ask, cupping his cheek

“I would like that very much” he says and presses his forehead to yours, your eyes fluttering closed

“May I kiss you?” He whispers, a little shakily and you smile, your heart beating wildly “yes” you say, burying your hands in his wet hair as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

After you swim around in his arms, talking and laughing and kissing, he convinces you that you should leave. As he’s drying himself off you get an idea

“hey Tenya?” You ask softly and he hums without looking up “would you mind if I-..” you slip his shirt on and it hits your upper thighs. He turns and looks at you, his eyes going wide and his cheeks flushing.

“Y/n” he says and his voice cracks. He swallows hard and slips back on his normal glasses “is that my shirt?” He asks and you nod, your cheeks warming as you give him a shy smile “if you want it back I could—.” You go to pull it off but he raises his hands and steps towards you “no!” He shouts and you laugh, watching as his cheeks flush and his glasses start to fog a little bit “no” he says softer with an embarrassed laugh “you can wear it. Keep it. I.. I like seeing you in it”

You cover your cheeks with your hands feeling a little bashful “thank you Tenya” you whisper

He throws his towel over his shoulders and slips on his shoes before holding a hand out to you.

You hold your stuff under one arm as you take his hand with a smile.

“Thank you for breaking the rules for me” you whisper as you hug him in the middle of his room, your arms around his middle and chin against his chest

“Just this once though” he says sternly but you can see in his eyes how much that’s a lie, you have him wrapped around your finger.

“Can I kiss you again before I go?” You ask and smile when he blushes. He brushes his fingers through your hair above your ear and nods softly, leaning down and capturing your lips in his own.

“Text me when you get back to your room so I know you’re not in trouble” he whispers and you chuckle “of course” you say with a smirk and he gives you one last hug before sending you out the door, shoving one of his hoodies in your hands as well. “Goodnight” he says and kisses your forehead before he closes his door and you make your way to the elevator.

‘Did it work?!’ Mina texts when she hears your door close since she was your neighbor.

You send back several wholesome memes and you can hear her squeal in her room through the wall.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Not the same anon, but for Seerhound, do you think Obi would get a kick out of teasing and toying with them in the ring (dirty or otherwise)? And if so what do you think his favorite methods are?

I've been saving this in excitement because I wanted the answer to be Perfect. Let's go Seerhound gang lets gooooo!!!!

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Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Bloodhound has a vulva and my normal headcanons of their appearance, mentions of asphyxiation, exhibitionism, they're in LOVE and in an established relationship.

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Obi is just as patient as Bloodhound is. And both, equally, get a kick out of trying to make the other's resolve drop. Obi is much kinder, patient, taking into account Hound's aversion to PDA- but of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't do it. He's just mindful of their moods. Knowing when to strike, what cords to strike, and how to play them right into his games.

Hound, on the other hand, is much more subtle of their teasing. Obi will admit, they always know how to stoke the flame within him. Especially if on opposite squads, with the knowledge they're looking for him. That they probably had their sights set long ago on him before he would even take note of them. A predator in the fog.

But when it's Obi's turn? At first, he plays subtle. Their sponsors put them in a duo together for a portion of the season, and it's his time to strike. Storm Point is such a beautiful place, it reminded Hound of home, and at some points they let their guard down. In those moments, Obi can't help but want to see them that gentle.

Sometimes Obi is playful. Holding their gloved hand as they muse, kissing the backs of their knuckles and murmuring that perhaps this place could be their new home. And when he says 'their', he knows he puts emphasis as he peers into their goggles. In his heart, he knows their flushed. His heartbeat sensor picking up their quickening pulse.

It's not enough for him. He needs to hear them. He needs to see them visibly blush. He needs them to scoff at his attempts at flirting.

But most times? Most times Obi likes to play dirty for a better reaction.

~NSFT under the cut here~

"Beautiful form, my beloved. Your fingers are as talented as ever." Obi's voice is smooth as Hound lowers their Triple Take from decimating a duo. Their helm tilts towards him in a glance through their goggles, and he can practically feel their narrowed gaze as they await for him to finish. Obi can't help but smirk.

"Mind your tongue." Hound chides, searching the boxes for any good loot. Obi is a simple man, one who cannot help but to stare at their ass in their tactical pants. His smirk growing to a grin.

"It is not my tongue that needs minding. In fact, I think I would surely like to mind yours." His tease is low, sliding up behind them to look in the other box. He hears the rustle of their clothes, knowing they're looking right at him. But he hears his heartbeat sensor, picking up that higher 'thump thump thump' of their heart.

"Obi Edolasim." Obi could moan anytime they said his name, their voice low and warning. But he knows that tone. They're embarrassed. Possibly because the communications are still on. People would hear them.

Good. Let them hear. Let people know that the Apex Predator that was Bloodhound was brought to their boiling point from a bit of teasing.

--

The next time they meet, it is on opposite squads. Hound normally got the upper-hand on him. And not that Obi minded, but sometimes his beloved pup needed a lesson in manners and being humbled.

It's how they end up where they're at now. Hound had struck him in close combat, their hatchet narrowly missing him if it wasn't for Obi's heartbeat sensor picking them up. Obi had been chased into the upper levels of the Command Center on Storm Point, Hound hot on his tail. But Obi managed to dodge, sending them both into close combat.

With Obi's flexibility and clever positioning, he manages to throw them off their rhythm. It sends Hound to the floor, but Obi knows them too well. Quick to fit between their legs and snatch their wrists to force them onto the ground, leaning his weight forward to bend them in half so they couldn't twist their legs up and kick him.

"Hello, beloved." He breathes, smiling down at the panting he hears behind their helm. Hound snarls, their hips bucking to try and throw his weight off, but only results in grinding their body up against his. Something he doesn't hide with a low groan and shuffling his hips closer. "Be careful, pup. I am merely a man, and I am not immune to a beautiful creature. Especially one below me."

Hound is still winding down from the chase. Another buck, another snarl, and this time following a low, needy sound from Obi. What? He, again, was a simple man. A simple man looking at the love of his life underneath him.

Eventually, Hound does wind up settling. Their body going lax and their head thumping back with a huff. "You do not intend to eliminate me, do you?"

"Not if you play my games right." Obi grins, gently releasing their wrists and going for their helm. There's a click of the comms going off as he reaches the mic, doing the same to his own and double checking for any cameras before he releases their helm.

Their face is flushed, their crimson curls having been tied up into a bun to fit in their helm with curls now framing their face. Their golden gaze looks up towards him, their singular slit pupil razor thin and looking just as hungry as Obi is.

"And if I do not wish to play nice?" Hound breathes. Yet their hands stay by their head where they were put. Watching as Obi smirks down at them, as if having expected that answer. Pulling his hand back to wave their own hatchet in their face and nestling it under their chin, tipping it up so their gaze falls on his face.

"I take no issue in putting down a rabid dog." Obi replies coolly, enjoying Hound's quickened heartbeat despite their teeth clicking together. They're just as into it as he is.

Good.

--

Hound winds up with their arm over their face and their tactical pants shucked off. They're in a beautiful arch as Obi lies between their legs, hugging their thighs as they squirm and snarl as his tongue works them over. Suckling their clit, licking up the mess that their slick makes and moaning into them. Obi's hat has been knocked off long ago, making room for Hound to clutch his locs to keep him in place.

When they cum, it's with a loud thunderous snarl and their eyes flashing, glowing red. Obi greedily licks up the mess that squirts from them, obscenely moaning into them and letting his sharp nails slide over their thighs.

Of course, eventually does finally sit up. Finding his own belt as he shuffles on his knees between their legs, hurriedly trying to work his pants off. Only to get shoved onto his back by Hound, who is panting as they hurriedly do it for him and quickly straddle his hips to ride him at a bruising pace. Their hands finding purchase around his neck and squeezing his breath from him.

No, Obi never got his way for long.

But he spares thanks to Hound's gods that they were so easily riled up after a good fight.

[aj-is-typing-18]

Alright so here's the helszed and wm drabble! Ofc, I wanna say that this is inspired not only by @shadeswift99 but, @theres-an-impulstor-among-us

Not only because nothing of note (slaps btw) helped inspire a few concepts for my helszed dell, who I had already made (apparently all hels!zeds must have pink and hypnosis,,,,,lmao)

And ofc, I've read the 'helszed is wm' and me and my good friend germ ( @galaxygermdraws ) spend hours concepting stuff and rambling.

So, please check these amazing people out, now let's get on with it!

Tw: mental manipulation/mindcontrol, flashbacks, hypnotism, angst overall, possibly blood.

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"You don't have to do this."

One blonde looked to the other, both looking so similar yet so different. One looked tired, hair a bit ruffled with their darker curly hair a bit of a mess. But, dell was an android, appearances didn't matter when your stuck in a computer for most of your exsisitence.

The other was younger, in pink and yellow, a W newly restiched to his chest with some pink string, the job looking very nice so far. His brighter eyes shown a bit of hesitance, but worm man gave a lopsided and a bit afriad smile.

Dell only nodded to the other, adjusting his goggles and making sure everything was in place.

"I want too worm, your nightmares have been getting worse, the three- Swerve and reverb are both incredibly worried about you."

The bot was sitting a bit streight, robotic limbs a bit awkward.

"So, let us begin."

"Feel your body relax, that can warm spreading from your toes and knees, all the way up to your torso, up your fingertips and arms, making everything warm and heavy."

The other across from him was staring into the pink spiraling goggles dell was wearing, limp into his seat, beginning to space out. It felt so hard to keep his eyes open, and his mind was so.....tired. the pastel pink was easy to latch onto, and wm couldnt suppress the small smile on his face.

As the world was seemingly drowned out by the colors, and as he just.......

"Drop."

He was suddenly fighting that battle all over again, suddenly the minions were surrounding him, and- and the others. He couksnt place names or faces-? That was odd. No matter, he kept fighting.

Weak.

Incompetent.

Your just a clone. Nothing special.

They wouldn't care if you just gave in.

He kept fighting. He fought and fought until it felt impossible to do so. The darkness was raging heavy on his mind and this almost didn't feel real, it didn't feel,,,,,right. He couldn't stop the words from making his gut sink as they attacked him in a torrent, making him start to doubt himself. He couldn't let this happen.

When did he get backed into a corner? Wm couldn't possibly remember, but he was cornered, the barage of words and punches getting to him. The leader was approaching, he faintly remembered the word 'Jeff'

He was crying and he didn't know why. He couldn't- couldn't do this again!

He felt it start to take his mind, fill his senses until he was no longer himself. Until he was a collective, happy to obey the one leader robotically- the mind numbing words and actions robotic, and wm knew he needed out before he lost himself again!

Then, then the pink was back, and he, he was sobbing. He was sobbing his poor heart out, shaking. What had happened!? Where was ex- xisuma?

Hands were around him, arms bringing him close as he cried, cradling him and rocking him gently.

"Its over. I'm done,,,," Dells voice rang out through the fog, and WM only nodded, melting into the bots warm hold.

Finally, wm had answers. But at what cost?

[lunartearrose]

Here is that skullvin piece i did to rid myself of some art block! I used that nice ingame screenshot i got too. Below in a readmore i have a nice little blurb of au angst(?) i thought up!

Oh, he was going to kill that nerd when he woke up. 

How could someone who claimed he wants order think this was okay to do to someone? How would forcing him to sleep with his stupid radio waves win a battle at all? Fighting his tiredness full-heartedly, Vintage tried his hardest to find a way to wake up. Nothing was working.

On his last resort, Vintage pinches his cheek as hard as he possibly can. He felt like he was getting somewhere for a moment, that maybe he'd be up enough to punch those stupid silver shades off the jerk's face…

But then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and all at once the rage he built up was swallowed in the fog of this dream. An old friend was staring him in the face - confused as ever, and concerned like he used to be. 

"Don't worry about practice today." His friend said, "the others are sick anyways. Wanna hit the convenience store with me…?" 

It really did feel like reaching a beloved memory he wanted desperately to relive - the kind where he didn't have to worry about keeping up the name of X, when he could have  precious moments with someone… he really missed. 

That dream was much longer than his true reality, that much he knew. What felt like hours browsing for cheap sweets and spices, talking along the way, looking for ways to sneak food out for free - it was only a few minutes in reality. 

He tried continually to remind himself that - this wasn't real, this skull wearing his current gear and treating him so well, it simply didn't exist. But despite what he knew, he found himself hating the idea of abandoning this moment, or telling this skull he wasn't real. Just for a small moment, he wanted to believe what could've been, had they not become obsessed with an idea of power.

On their way out the store, they chatted happily as they walked slowly on the road back home. Skull carried many more bags, proud to show off his physical strength. Vintage smiled, almost genuinely…

And at that moment, his will had started to return, with memories of the present situation. He had a feeling he'd be waking up from this dream soon. 

So vintage moved closer to this mirage of skull. He wrapped his arms around him, and squeezed tightly. It took that skull a moment to register this, just like the real one would, before he hugged back, wordlessly confused. He felt warm, and all too real. 

"I really do wish it was different sometimes…" vintage admits, unusually finding it hard to talk right. "I miss this so much." 

The dream that was skull hummed softly. "You don't have to miss me. We see each other all the time." 

That much was true. They used to walk together all the time… and now, after everything, they still see each other. But they never talk. 

So, vintage simply nodded. "We'll talk again… right?" 

And he feels the skull nod in turn. "Of course." 

Vintage could hear a voice calling. No, several - they were frantic, trying to get him to wake. He gives that skull one last squeeze-

And awakens to a harsh reality. He was on the floor, double-egg supporting his upper half while omega made him drink another sip of water. Even red seemed freaked out by his state. He felt a dampness by his eyes...

As memory of who gave him such a cruel dream resurfaces, vintage is overtaken by a sickly sort of rage.

"Where is that bastard…?" Vintage asks them.

"He took you off his team, like, three matches ago! The guy's an insane jerk, making you go through like 20 matches back to back, and he kept tryin to use you against us when we tried to beat him up!" Red exclaims.

"He's fighting more team chaos now, with a separate team. Goggles,prince, skull, and bobble. They're doing their thing… as you'd expect." Omega explains. 

"Sounds like he's about to get a loss, then." Vintage says as he attempts to stand, "Let's catch the end. Then i can beat that nerd to hell and back." 

But as vintage stood, he suddenly felt a horrible soreness as his legs buckled underneath him. Luckily, eggshades and red were fast enough to catch him. 

"Woah! No more fights for you, i guess!" Red says. 

"I'll keep an eye out for him for ya. For now, i don't think it's good for you to stand…" eggshades says. 

Vintage huffed angrily. "I want to watch the fight at least…"

Omega nods. "I figured as much. I'll grab you a chair. Guys, could you help him move?" 

"Yes ma'am!" His two teammates reply half-sarcastically, and each take part in supporting vintage enough to let him at least feel like he was standing, maybe.

"...Thanks." vintage says, then adds a bit softly, "and... thanks for sticking by me while i was out, too." 

On either side of him, his friends smile.

"Oh? Was that a thank you?" Red says, eagerness clear in her voice.

"How could we not? You're our leader." Eggshades says, sounding like his confidence got boosted a bit more.

"...And as our leader, you're a friend, too." Omega tells him as she returned with a nice little folding chair.

Despite everything, their words brought a small smile to his face. The past was nice to think of, and yes, maybe he could patch things up, but the support he had now definitely has a place in his heart.

"Thanks… now let's watch that nerd get his ass beat."

(... here's the screenshot too btw ^^)

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar's Ambition, Chapter 8, Draft 1, Part 4

Conar stared blankly for a second, and then nodded. Thankfully, he didn’t see any Suppressors around here, and if he knew those things, their visuals could not penetrate fog.

“Right, but, uh, turn around. We ain’t so pretty without our masks, y’know?”

“It’s okay, I’ve…”

Conar looked up, and Slim didn’t feel it was the time.

“…Nevermind,” he shrugged, turning around. He could hear rustling sounds for about fifteen seconds, but wondered if he should ever tell Conar that he knows what a Slig face looks like.

“Whoa…”

Slim risked a glance behind him, to find Conar looking at his hands like he just remembered they were there. He had a pair of the more common pilot goggles on now, though in the commotion the right eye must have gotten cracked. Still, it looked like he could see just fine.

“…So that’s what made the newer models better,” Conar said. “It’s so much easier to see…”

He looked up at Slim.

“How do I look?”

“Lookin’ pretty good, but, uh, you might wanna switch to the actual Pants now. Thought you’d be more excited about that.”

“Oh, those?”

Conar looked down, scratching Chairman on the back of the head. The Slog purred appreciatively.

“I guess you’re right; we can do more damage as three, yeah?”

Once he shimmied into the new pair of Pants, it only took a moment to get himself calibrated. When you learned how to use Slig Pants, you never forgot, after all.

He decided to keep his bag on Chairman; keeping his hand and back free could prove useful, especially once he snagged some of Zeb’s moolah.

“So, we should probably see where that post office is—”

“Later,” Slim said frantically. “I hear more security incoming.”

“Well, gimme that pistol, dammit! I’ll take care of—”

“No, no.”

Slim tossed the pistol at Conar’s feet, but immediately pulled a rag from his loincloth, getting down on all fours.

“Dunno how many. Follow my lead.”

“What’s goin’ on over here?”

Slim’s face immediately went from panicked to frightened. Conar had to wonder how much of his terror when they were still at the Slog Hut was an act.

“Oh, th-thank Odd,” Slim stammered, taking a quick peak over the railings. “Th-there’s some kind of monster!”

“A monster? You think it’s that Clunk one, Jer?”

[sluttyten]

can i request 30 with jungwoo? and it would be cool if you kept in mind a height difference. a lot of writers don't seem to realize that some of us are at least a head shorter than these guys...

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice.“ + jungwoo

When you first started hooking up with Jungwoo, you never expected him to be anything other than vanilla. Looking at his sweet face, listening to his light laugh and innocently soft voice, you could only imagine him in a vanilla sort of way.

That perception didn’t last long. 

He was quite the exhibitionist. Pulling you into dark corners backstage. Having you ride him in a parked car after dark, cuddling afterwards with condensation dripping down the windows, Jungwoo laughing against the dampness of your neck as he traced your names into the fog on the window. All sorts of things that never truly had you where anyone could see you.

But then come with him when they’re in the states, staying in a house along a beach for about a week for this certain schedule. You’re just excited to get to spend the week in such a nice house, to have a gorgeous view of the beach, and the chance to explore a beautiful place with your boyfriend. Not that they really get the chance to leave the property for any exploring. Not with you anyway.

And you don’t get to play around in the ocean or on the beach until the fourth day when they’ve got nothing to film and have been given the day to do whatever they please. Filming begins again at night.

You’re not surprised to find the members and staffs alike donning bathing suits and flocking out onto the beach. 

You play around for a while. Beach volleyball with a few a bit, building a sandcastle with Haechan and Taeyong until the tide comes in and sweeps out a wall, and then Jungwoo drags you out to come snorkeling with him.

There are lots of little fish, seashells and it’s strange and beautiful under the water. You make it out to a place some distance from the shore where the water gets shallow again, and there Jungwoo stops and stands. As waves roll over this area, they crash against you, trying to push you back to shore, but Jungwoo loops an arm around you and holds you against him.

Some of the others have drifted out that way while swimming or floating in big floats. Johnny and Jaehyun are tossing a ball back and forth, being noisy and splashing around. But for now, you and Jungwoo are the only two on this little rise.

Jungwoo carefully lifts your snorkeling goggles from your eyes up to the top of your head. He smiles and traces the shape left behind from their suction on your skin. “You look funny like this.”

“Yeah?” You reach up to lift his goggles too. “How do you think you look then?”

“Probably hot.” He squeezes his arms tighter around you as a large wave rolls over you both, splashing you full in the face, but only dampening his shoulders. He laughs again, attempting to lift you higher so the next wave doesn’t get you as well, but while about half of his torso is above the water, it comes up to your armpits. 

Jungwoo looks toward the shore again, then back down at you. “I’ve missed you this week, you know.”

“What do you mean? I’ve been here the whole time.” You cringe into his chest as another wave passes by. 

He drums his fingers against your bare back. “Not what I meant. I had such a nice dream the night before last, and I had to take care of it myself since you’re sleeping in the room with the noonas.” Yeah, you hadn’t been too pleased about that either, but since they were filming, you couldn’t very well be sharing the bed with your boyfriend. Especially since he was sharing the room with Haechan.

“I’ve been horny for days, baby. This is the first time we’ve been alone.”

You almost laugh. “We’re barely alone, Jungwoo. There’s a whole beach of people right there. Not to mention people in the water too.”

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice,“ Jungwoo says as he touches your cheek. “Please, I wanna feel you.”

You truly consider telling him no except you want him too. And you’re not likely to get caught. You are alone out here, though some others are drifting nearer and nearer, but if he just pulls your bottoms aside, you can pretend to just be enjoying the sea.

When the next wave sweeps by, nearly uprooting you, you clear your throat and draw closer to Jungwoo. “Okay. But be careful.” You circle your legs loosely around his waist, anchoring yourself and lifting yourself up some as well.

Jungwoo grins and slips one hand from around your waist to your bikini bottoms, which he pulls to the side and dips his fingers against you. “Wow, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

You groan at the bad joke, but Jungwoo just laughs and kisses you as he fumbles with the front of his shorts to get his dick out. The movement of him sliding into you is completely hidden from everyone else as the waves rock your bodies anyway. 

You lock your legs around him and his arms support you under the water. You crane your head back and he bows his neck so you can kiss him, your fingers diving up into his damp hair. The waves continue to crash against you both, but you don’t hardly feel them as Jungwoo thrusts into you smoothly. 

It’s an all new experience for you to be fucked in the ocean. Being hidden yet still out in the open where anyone could spot you undoubtedly makes this more arousing, and soon Jungwoo’s moaning into your kiss. He clutches you closer, his hips rolling against yours like the waves.

“Have you seen anything interesting?” A voice asks, carried over the water.

You break away from Jungwoo, turning to find the source of who’s talking.

Mark is swimming toward you both, the water splashing against his chin, his eyes flicking up to the goggles on your heads. “Doyoung hyung swears he saw dolphins out here this morning.” 

As he draws closer to you both, Jungwoo mumbles something so quiet that even you can’t quite hear it. One of his hands slips between you, and you almost audibly whine as he pulls out of you and tucks himself away, pulls your bikini back into place.

Mark comes up alongside you both staring out at the open sea beyond you, and it’s then you notice his hair plastered to his forehead by the seawater and his the whites of his eyes are an irritated red like he’s had them open underwater. He looks at the pair of you again, smiling as he says, “It looks so cool underwater, I found some neat shells closer to shore, but there are all sorts of interesting things to see under the water.”

[everyday-is-brighter-with-you]

CRYING IN THE (WINTER)CLUB

Before starting the ID I want to say there are some OC characters in this, and I’ve described their general appearance in this google doc for ref!

[ ID: Wide front view colored art drawn traditionally and colored digitally. Every character is in fullbody except Dr Habit whos drawn till above legs. In the scene many people are gathered out in the winter snow at a backyard. Snow falls everywhere. Overall pic is light blue toned. There is slight pale vignette around it.

Dr.Habit is looking away and wiping a tear, smiling. In the artists interpretation he has yellow fur, pink hair, stitches on hands, deep red nails.He wears long brown fur coat, big white knitted scarf, black fingerless gloves, black fur ushanka with orange fruits and green leaves design. Wears hair in a long plait. A dark grey maine coon leans into him.

Putunia is laying down, hands on cheeks making a ''ooo'' face in anticipation and glee. In the artists interpretation she has long dark brown curly hair. She wears a purple petunia shaped dress, blue pants, short brim straw hat with fake purple flowers,  thick yellow socks. Wears hair in big pigtails tied with pink bobble ties. She is looking at Lil Habby( the puppet) holding a fire gun to a melting chocolate bar, melting into a cup for making a drink. He wears the usual with a pink flower in hair. He has long thin simple shadow arms and legs here.

Marigold is sitting idle on the grass, looks curiously at snow on his petal hair, maybe even irritated. Near him on a pink cushy sofa with green highlights and little yellow flower designs sits Rose playing his flute eyes closed and legs kicking casually. In this picture his hair is longer. His hair tie rests on a sofa arm.

Behind him the Carlas are making a Snow Carla. Fortune Teller Carla is smiling and keeping a camellia on the snow figure. A red sleeveless dress and red gloves are drawn on her, wears hair in double buns with sparkling grey flower bands encircling buns, green eyeshadow. Another Carla laughs heartily, adding more snow.  A green buttoned dress with yellow ''fluff''  and striped brown cap with same fluff is drawn on her. The third Carla's face is away from viewer, she too is adding snow. A blue dress like Elsa's icy dress and a purple flower crown is drawn on her, though the cape is actually worn. The Snow Carla has one swirly eye dug in, a button eye with leaf lashes and branch eyebrow, carrot nose, red wax lips stuck on. From the camellia tree behind the red-clothed one, a pair of green cat eyes with thick brown brows stare.

Farther away on the other side Kamal is walking in, holding a half eaten pitha in hand while approaching. He holds a bag with a box saying ''To Kamal, with love''. In the artists interpretation his face is acne scarred. He wears a blue-black sweater, purple scarf, blue pants, brown winter shoes with white fluff at the top, one gold earring, frog shape chew necklace, hair is in a bun.

At the center Trevor is reaching up  with a stool and fiddling with a giant vibrating hot chocolate machine. He wears his usual coat with added blue jeans, red scarf with yellow and black stripes, leopard print heels, green goggles, mask for mouth, silver ear piercings. Hair is in a mullet and nails are sharp and black. The machine has a funnel streaming black smoke, and many bright devices on it. In the center of it is a radioactive symbol. On one side to its bottom is a part reading ''DEVIL MODE'' in allcaps with fire graphics, a big red button in a glass case is above it with a note that reads ''Never(underlined) touch'', stuck with a smiley face pin. There is a mounted fish figurine on one handle. The hot chocolate is fizzling over the brim.

Behind him a long table laiden with food is seen. There are swirl designs on the wood's sides. There are red and green apples, borscht, three colored drinks, yorsh, glintvein , 3 tier chocolate cake, shchi, cut open peaches, cut round bread, bowl with sweet bread cakes, three small buns, full breasted chicken in aluminium foil. Lily is looking over the table edge, grinning with the aim of stealing the cake.

There are plants around, a winter garden. In some places a green color overtakes the snow with grass growing. All over the yellow fence, to the left side, are huge clumps of winter jasmine.

To the horizon trees in blue-green shades with snow coverings are seen, closer and then farther and farther away. In that distance the silhouettes of Jimothan smiling and waving to Trencil, while dragging Parsley through the snow behind him are seen. Trencil stands and smiles, a little of his towering purple castle with red highlights, many turrets, visible.

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yisssss MFERS I made a winter piece before winter was FUCKING OVER sobsob

heres my yearly tribute to the season of nosebleeds cracked lips and flies aND SNOW!!!!!!!!(NOT WHERE I LIVE ;W;)

Also my birthdays really soon. Like next week soon

Ermmm ahffjd to talk a little about what I drew...hmmhfhg...well idk if the perspective( god i tried) makes this look different so ill just throw it out there thats Habits not looking at my sonaJDJVNJ hes looking away and crying due to found family feelings. Carlas doing some gay shit. Pabit+Putunia about to start a small localized natural disaster. I mean how else do u make hot choco without setting chocolate on fire tbh. Hotted chocolate. aNd YeS mY fAmIlY SeLf iNsErTs ArE ThErE tOo >:3. The machine will explode tommorow but its OK. They can make bath bombs from the carnage. Hrhggh I had a different idea but then my sis changed my HC so Im just gonna say Habit built it but with Trevors help hence the flashiness nd DEVIL MODE. Now that ive watched hlvrai i cant stop dropping references this series is so quotable .   Sawww those guys in the back? Honestly Trencils probably a winter person with the low light, fog and blocked sun.

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EDIT: WELL MY BIRTHDAY GOT OVER AND JANUARY ALMOST TOO DAMN..GETTING OVER MY HEAPING ANXIETY AND POSTING

I dont Expect a lot of notes or anything but I suppose its alright, one of the important things to me is just archiving my art somewhere.

I know the IDs long but I’d recommend reading through if u also wanna like know the specifics of what I drew, OVER 15 PLANTS I THINK   I’d be flattered,

If you reblog with tags i’ll be happy though!!

[ID: The same drawing but with no editing- no vignette, snow overlay, blue overtone or color correction. end ID]

EDIT: Shortened the rlly long ID, but if someone wants to know the plants i drew under ‘winter garden’;  The flowers and plants visible at front are virginia rose, red chokeberry, snowdrops, a single frost covered rose, piers japonica in pots. To the middle inkberry, more snowdrops, colored hellebores patch,  glory of snow, black hellebores patch, pansies, cyclamens, yellow aconite, some more snowdrops. A little farther are two winterberry plants, a camellia tree, witch hazel, english primroses, staghorn sumac. 

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The Masked Qunari

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: General Genre: Romance Pairing: Dorian/The Iron Bull Summary: Dorian is rescued by a mysterious Qunari during a trip to Seheron and years later runs into his rescuer again.

This is a gift for @kerowyn202, who wanted something to happen in the future-that-wasn't to make Dorian think differently of Bull. It’s a part of the Adoribull holiday gift exchange. If you want more delightful Adoriubull fluff like this, should definitely check out other works in the collection and follow the @adoribullholiday for future Adoribull related events.

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Halward pinched Dorian's shoulder.

"Don't doze off." Halward snapped, glancing down his nose at the boy.

Dorian bit back a sigh and straightened his back. The top of his head barely reached his father's shoulder. Halward's hand was slightly raised as a warning. At 14, he still had a child's height and a rounded face. His grandmother occasionally commented that he was due for one more growth spurt.

Halward thought that bringing Dorian along on a business trip might make him more engaged in his studies. Maybe if Dorian saw firsthand the efforts that the Magesterium made, he’d be more interested in one day taking Halward’s place.

It wasn’t going too well.

The man at the desk droned on and on, pointing to spots on his map. He was some sort of army captain, or general, or some title that sounded important. He may as well have been speaking another language. It was all words that Dorian recognized, but when he tried to pay attention, it didn’t string together into anything coherent.

The man moved a flag from one spot to another, and Halward's hand lowered as he leaned in. Dorian tried to follow suit. The flags were on a spot labeled "Southern Seheron Peninsula".

The man continued to talk about battle strategy and planning.

Dorian's eyes wandered towards the movement in the corner of his vision. There was a tear in the tent, and a bit of loose fabric was waving as a gust of wind picked up. Dorian shivered, and glanced back at his father, who was pouring over the map at this point.

He looked back at the tear. Surely the Imperium could afford tents that weren't torn to house a meeting with a Magister. Didn't the draft bother anybody else? As the wind died, a small cloud of smoke crawled into the tent.

He glanced back once more to ensure that his father was paying attention to the map, and tip toed closer to the tear. Lowering himself to all fours, he saw a pair of boots walk past, obscured by a milky-gray sheen.

It wasn't smoke. It was fog.

Thick fog.

Suddenly, a hulking gray figure tore through the tent, ripping it from its stakes and toppling the walls. The fog rushed to surround them, filling Dorian's surroundings with white and making his eyes water. He heard a fireball being cast - his father’s spell. Laying on the ground, he opened his mouth to call, "Father!" and fell immediately into a coughing fit.

Covering his mouth, Dorian made it to his feet and looked around to see almost nothing between the fog and his watering eyes. He could hear footsteps all around him, spells being flung, metal meeting metal.

He was encased in muscle and swept off his feet. In a flash, the fog that surrounded him was replaced by the bulk of arms and a torso. He looked up through reddened eyes. He was being held by a Qunari with broad horns, wearing a mask and goggles. The Qunari took one look at Dorian, and swore in qunlat.

"Vashedan. You're not -"

Suddenly, a second figure came up behind them, forcing the masked Qunari to duck and swivel, letting go of Dorian. Dorian stared in horror as the masked Qunari disappeared into the fog. Dorian tried to call, "Wait!" and was again overtaken by a coughing fit that brought him to his knees.

There was metal on metal, grunting, shouting, and one of the voices was distinctly that of the masked Qunari. A few seconds later, the Qunari again encased Dorian in his bulk, this time with a few streaks of blood on his chest and the axe sheathed at his back noticeably bloodied.

"Hey, you okay?" The Qunari asked, and Dorian could sense some form of comforting smile behind the mask.

"Cover your mouth. Do not talk. Keep your eyes closed." The Qunari said.

Dorian was lifted off the ground, cradled in the Qunari's arms as he was forced to make himself blind and mute. He concentrated hard on focusing on anything other than the battle around them. The warmth of the man who held him, the slightly metallic scent of his skin, the tightness of his muscles. In any other scenario, Dorian might have blushed.

The air around them grew cooler and less thick, and the Qunari shouted, "Hey!"

Dorian heard the sound of boots thumping on wood. A dock.

"Maker's breath!" Dorian recognized that voice. It was the first mate of the ship they'd rode in on. Dorian was gently placed on his feet, still frozen, and opened his eyes in time to see his rescuer disappear into the fog. The first mate put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey easy, kid, you're safe now. We'll get word to your father that you're here and then we'll ship off."

Dorian's eyes were still glued to the spot where the masked Qunari had disappeared to. There was no reason for a Qunari to save a 'vint, and there probably never would be.

When Halward returned, they shared an embrace, and Dorian was still thinking about the man who'd rescued him.

- x - X - x -

To say that Dorian didn't think highly of Bull would be an understatement.

When they'd met, it was at the bar at Haven. He was enjoying a book he'd borrowed from Leliana over a glass of swill disguised as red wine when a massive hulk of a Qunari arrived. A bloody wild boar was slung over his back, and he was surrounded on every side by various companions that Dorian would soon know as the Chargers. They were hooting and hollering as Bull threw the boar onto the ground, making Dorian's wine glass rattle and swish its contents over the side.

He glared over his book with a curled lip as Bull loudly demanded that the boar be roasted and served to the bar patrons, which elicited loud cheers from everyone other than Dorian. When the feast began, Dorian kept to himself and watched in disgust as Bull loudly gulped and slurped fatty roast meat.

The next day, they traveled to Redcliffe, and the horseback ride there was made all the more intolerable when Bull brought some of his leftovers from the night before.

Dorian rode beside him, trapped in between two lines of Inquisition soldiers on the narrow road, trying to keep his eyes forward while he listened to Bull loudly finish off one of the boar's legs. Occasionally, Dorian flicked a crumb off his shoulder.

"Fasta vass, do you ever chew with your mouth closed?" Dorian snapped.

"Only when there's not a prissy 'vint judging how I eat breakfast." Bull replied, brandishing the bone like a wand.

Dorian rolled his eyes and spent the rest of the ride in tense silence. When they arrived in Redcliffe, he made himself scarce until it was time to ambush Alexius.

He knew Alexius would pull a desperate stunt to maintain power, but he wasn't expecting to be flung forward in time. The next time he was close to Bull would be with a set of bars between them. He gazed into the jail cell where Bull refused to meet his eyes.

As much as he didn't care for Bull, nobody the pain and suffering associated with red lyrium poisoning.

They had no words to exchange with one another. If all went well, Dorian would be able to go back and ensure this future would never happen.

In the courtyard, underneath a sky of green where the veil took over the sun and clouds, Dorian saw a demon's claws a moment too late to put up a shield. His braced himself, preparing for the worst, when he was encased in muscle and swept off his feet. Bull's arms cradled him and took the full force of the demon's claws against his back, just before it was put down by one of Leliana's arrows.

"Hey, you okay?" Bull asked, and Dorian could see a pained smile spread across his face. He was trying so hard to seem kind and calm, despite a wound at his back and the battle around them.

Dorian blushed. He could smell the slightly metalic scent of Bull's skin, could feel the tightness of his muscles, and was brought back to being 14 years old. Bull picked him up and carried him to safety, just as he'd done so many years prior.

There was no more room for exchanges after that. It all happened so quickly that Dorian was barely aware it had happened at all.

When they returned to the present, and Alexius was being carried away in chains, Dorian was left standing next to Bull while the Inquision soldiers filed out of the chantry.

He looked up.

Bull was digging something out of his ear with his pinky.

"Bull?" He asked.

"What? My ear itches. Got a problem with that now?"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Bull froze like a cornered deer, blinked, and very slowly turned to give Dorian an incredulous look. He glanced the mage up and down, found no signs of trickery or sarcasm, and raised a single eyebrow.

"It’s not often someone manages to surprise me, ‘vint. If this is about some fade shit you saw back there, I don't wanna hear it." Bull grumbled.

"It's not. I promise."

"Alright. I’m not gonna turn down free booze."