#watch this flop

[meowpupp]

so i read your last post with hybrid!reader and owners!simon and price.

what about hybrid!soap being forced to watch them go at it as a punishment?? poor baby maybe touched reader without price’s permission bc he missed her so much after their last play date :(( so simon and price have to teach him a lesson about touching what isn’t his

-bear 🩷🐻

I LOVE YOUR BRAIN BEAR‼️‼️

tw:// punishment, hybrid smut, intense bdsm dom/sub dynamics, brief overstim, dycraphilia,

pup!johnny who can't get enough of your cunt. he craves the feeling of your wet, gummy walls hugging his cock. how the sticky mess of your slick and his cum form a frothy, white ring around the base of his cock.

he's constantly bottoming for owner!simon. always rendered helpless against the mattress as he takes each thick, veiny inch of his owner. his poor cock twitching against the bedsheets with each thrust, tip red and leaky as he whimpers.

so when he finally gets the chance to bury himself in something warm and wet, it's irresistible. johnny eagerly waits the whole week for your next playdate, thick cock already hardening in his boxers as he thinks about your little cunt.

but unfortunately for him, Simon's feeling mean. whether it's just so him and price can have some entertainment, or as some sort of punishment, simon makes it very clear that johnny is not to fuck you. hes not even allowed to grope your soft thighs, or grind against your plush ass.

and it's pure torture! simon doesn't give johnny a moment alone with you, keeping you both in sight. however, its not just simon. price is in on it too, dressing you in one of his oversized shirts, your tail making the fabric ride up just enough to see your pretty lace panties.

johnny's in pure hell. watching how the other two men in the room get free reign, cupping your cunt through your panties, smacking your ass. they taunt and tease the poor boy, showing him how your slick makes your panties cling to your folds, lace translucent as you get wetter and wetter.

simon spreads his fingers to show off just how slick youve got, only inches away from johnnys face, "look at that, poor girls dripping. such a shame its going to waste." all before he smears the sticky mess over johnny's face.

price even sits you on his lap, eyes locked on johnny's as he slowly pulls your shirt off. his forearm pins you against him, keeping you vulnerable and exposed.

simon just smirks, watching the way johnny's eyes cling to your cunt. the mutt is practically drooling, cock rock hard in his boxers. it only makes it easier to torture the poor pup.

"tell him pretty girl, tell johnny how much you need his cock. how much you miss him deep in here." price cups your cunt again, squeezing softly as he speaks

it only takes one little slip up, and then johnny finally snaps. he's mean with you, shoving your face into the carpet and pulling aside your panties. he doesn't even prep your little cunt, just forcing every inch of his thick, girthy length inside.

his fingers stuff your mouth, his whole body shivering as he burns with pure pleasure. he missed this, missed you. his favourite girl, choking on his fingers as he ruins your pretty cunt.

its a short-lived victory, however. it seems just as fast as he had pushed into you, he's pulled away.

simon drags him by his collar, ripping the mutt away from you, throwing him to the ground. johnnys cock throbs and aches, tip angry and red, leaking pre-cum that was meant to be buried in you.

it only took minutes until hes gagged, bound, denied. a ball gag muffles each whine, his arms bound behind him as he's tied to a chair, poor dick drooling as a cockring sits flush to the base.

all he can do is whine and twitch, listen to the muffled moans and wet gags you make. his eyes train to your lips stretched wide around prices cock. your nose brushes the base, throat bulging with each thrust. you drool and choke, crying as your owner uses you.

simon grips your hips tightly, keeping you still. he spreads your thighs wide, ensuring that there's enough space for his big, bulky body to fit between them.

he's just as mean, if not more, than price. fucking into your cunt, forcing every thick, long, inch inside. his cock feels as if it's pressing against your sternum, rearranging your guts with each movement.

he does everything he knows johnny's wishes he could do. licking a stripe up your sternum, sucking on your tits, tugging your nipples with his teeth. simons big hands keep you in place as he mauls the soft flesh, marking you.

johnny can see the way your thighs spasm, squirming as you get closer and closer. he's the one who's supposed to be fucking your gummy walls, he's the one meant to be marking your pretty tits, he's the one who's supposed to cum deep, deep inside you.

his cock throbs and twitches, almost feeling as if its about to explode. his thighs shake, little tears brewing in his eyes as he watches. the cool air is unforgiving, only making him feel all the more sensitive and exposed. simon and price barely look at him, only checking now and then to make sure he's watching.

the two laugh, mocking the poor pup, "aw, look sweetheart," price pulls his cock from your throat, sticky strings of spit connecting the tip to your lips, "poor johnny, hm? doesn't he look pathetic? whining and whimpering for a cunt that isn't his."

it only goes on and on. its only four rounds later that they finally decide to grant johnny mercy. your body is twitchy and oversensitive. your tummy bloated from cum, thick, white, hot loads slowly leaking from your swollen cunt.

it's only then, when your body feels burning hot and achy, that they let johnny have you. simon even helps, lining up johnny's tip with your twitchy hole, guiding you as you sink down.

it's instant, a knee-jerk reaction. a loud whine rips from your throat, eyes glassy as tears spill down your face. it's too much. your poor cunt hurts. youre stuffed to your limits, clit swollen and throbbing.

johnny's almost brain-dead, desperately fucking up into you. your gummy walls are hot, a mix of simon and prices cum forced out with each thrust. the way you squirm and clench, clawing at his chest only makes him rutt into you harder. he doesnt even register how you cry, telling your owners that you dont want it, its too much, that it hurts.

simon just sighs, pulling you up and off, ignoring the way johnny almost sobs. the man hands you off to your owner, then turns his attention to his own pup.

he soaks up the sight. johnny's face streaked in tears, chest panting and body covered in sweat. simon reaches out to brush a tear away, kissing the hybrids forehead.

"too bad johnny. seems like she doesn't wanna play any more." he tuts, gripping johnny's jaw to force him to meet his eyes, "maybe if you apologise to me and price well enough, we'll let you fuck her thighs. her throat if you cry hard enough."

[lika2]

Powerpoint presentation as to why Joehills should win the Tumblr sexyman poll. I spent far too much time on this that I could've used on hw or smth. God save my soul. I think my brain literally melted halfway through

also shoutout to my sister who started this whole thing with the script I loosely followed. Here's her great essay on the topic!

Edit: all ribbing is affectionate, may the best tumblr sexyman win! :D

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

trauma is an explanation, not an excuse.

this is something i find myself thinking frequently whenever i look through what people have to say about fiona gallagher, or even what the writers of shameless have to say about fiona gallagher.

i think that a lot of the behaviors fiona exhibits throughout her run on the show make a lot of sense when you consider what she endured growing up.

growing up for her, it was about survival. it was about keeping her baby brothers (and eventually, debbie, carl, and liam, too) from freezing to death and about making sure her parents hadn’t overdosed. she was never worried about some of the things her younger siblings (such as debbie) worried about, which caused a strain in her relationships with them.

fiona grew up never putting herself first. she was a victim, but was never treated as one. her parents left all responsibility in her hands, and she was still just viewed as a help rather than a mother.

speaking of this ^ frank’s first line regarding fiona was calling her a huge help, and his last was telling her that she just helped. frank’s monologue from the pilot ended up being one of the most important scenes in the entire show (which i will discuss later).

after years of going without recognition, she starts to change. she starts to crave it. does this happen before the show starts or during it, i don’t know. in season two, debbie points out how fiona always makes everything about herself (which of course, debbie was criticized for). i think that debbie was right. in this case, i’d say that fiona making everything about herself is more her taking the responsibility over everything, because that’s all she knows. she thinks that she can handle everything because she’s been doing it since she was in kindergarten.

in season three, she actually gets guardianship of her five siblings, which is pretty big. she had even tried to adopt them all. so basically, she was seriously taking all of the responsibility. she even told jimmy-steve that these kids were her life. and they were.

then, she got caught up in work and life happened, liam ended up overdosing (because of her) and everything fell apart. this is where we were truly introduced to the fiona we know.

she had already been refusing to take responsibility in the first episode of season four (with ian), but by the time that lip starts to act cold towards her because of liam’s accident she begins to refuse to take any accountability at all. she claims to not be guilty, but she was. she was in charge of him, she left an open bag of coke out and liam got into it. she was guilty.

as the seasons go by, she falls deeper into this victim complex, and then in season seven, she straight up starts telling debbie and carl that she will not support them and that they need to pay rent. she tells them to put her on the bottom of their emergency contact lists. why is this an issue, you may be asking? because she was legal guardian. the only other person taking care of them was frank and if you want to know why frank couldn’t be it, think back to season seven frank (he had a whole new family, for starters).

that is child neglect. you can phrase it however you want to try to make it better, but in the end, that was child neglect, nothing more, nothing less.

in season seven, fiona is twenty-six. debbie is sixteen (with a baby) and carl is fifteen at that point, it doesn’t matter what they did, get pregnant, start dealing, whatever, they’re her kids. she signed up for it so she doesn’t get to act like she didn’t.

in season seven, debbie’s child is almost taken away from her and she asks fiona to help her get a marriage license so that she won’t lose franny. fiona says yes, but when debbie asks her to do it (and mind you, it was urgent, franny ended up being taken- just not by dcfs), fiona screams and says not everything is about debbie. she’s right! it was about franny. yes, debbie approached the situation wrongly but if you were sixteen and you were about to lose your kid you’d be that way too.

later in that season, when fiona finds out debbie’s child is home and safe, she gets irritated that she wasn’t the one to save franny.

is this because of her victim complex or her hero complex? is it maybe envy, envy of monica, who has never acted like a mother towards debbie, yet won her over that easily? i don’t know.

my issue with a lot of fiona fans is that whenever fiona is criticized, on screen or off screen, they use her raising five kids as the ultimate excuse. no matter what. even if she’s in the wrong, it’s all, she raised five kids!

i hate to be the one to say this, but being the oldest, it’s weird how people excuse her actions more than anybody else’s. out of all of the siblings, she’s the only one who we only ever saw as an adult. fiona was twenty-one in season one, and twenty-eight in season nine. she’s been a grown ass adult, she should be held accountable and should take accountability. lip, ian, debbie, carl, and liam all deserve the benefit of the doubt in some situations when they were younger, she doesn’t. she was still young, yes, when you’re in your twenties you can’t be expected to act fourty, i get it, but it’s still odd how babied she can be.

i’m not saying i don’t think that fiona should get any passes, or that i don’t think that fiona did it all, because she did. i excuse a lot of her actions, but not everything. it kind of diminishes her entire character if you excuse and twist every little thing about her.

the reality of it is, she is not a good person. neither are lip, ian, debbie, carl, and maybe even liam, eventually. one of the many points of the show is that they all just kinda… suck. they aren’t necessarily bad people, but good people? angels? no. and that’s why i hate it so much when frank, fiona, lip, and even ian (who’s one of my favorites) get defended for everything. it kind of defeats the purpose, they are shitty, they can do shitty things and still be good characters (not frank though lol); and the same thing applies but reversed, when characters like debbie, who was a kid in almost every season, get held accountable and shit on for every little thing, it ruins the character. you can’t see the good in her or see the impact her decisions actually make because you’re busy viewing her as this monster (when the monster in question is just a teenage girl).

even then, frank’s actions can’t all be excused by being abused as a child, fiona’s actions can’t all be excused by raising five kids, lip’s actions can’t all be excused by his childhood/addiction, ian’s actions can’t all be excused by his illness and debbie, carl, and liam’s. actions can’t all be excused by their age. the actions can somewhat be excused in some scenarios, but it isn’t like enduring trauma is a get-out-of-jail-free card for everything.

[emichevy]

“Don’t fear the Reaper”

Hi I know I been lacking art for a while but that’s cause it’s my last few weeks of school and it has been fucking me in the ASS. And Not the good kind of way, more like in the way that involves a buzz saw and a plank of splintery rotting wood.

Anyway, over my fall break I’ll finally have time for Bs lmfao. For now have a dark Noir :3 inspired by this cool ass song I been listening to lately lmfao

If there’s one thing I love more than babygirlifying my wife- it’s DARK AND SCARY NOIR RAAAAAA GIVE ME MORE DARK PETE CONTENT HES SO COOL WHEN HES ALL SCARY. And for those of you who are new- I have a personal HC that Spider-Man Noir has claws and non-venomous fangs because it’s fucking COOL and I SAID SO.

Mmmmm complimentary colors.

[likedovesinthewindd]

last part to this wc: ± 1770

warning: mentions of injuries, sustaining injuries, cleaning wounds.

☆ tags: @suntizme @weluvfrogz

The last few months had been the most fun you've had in a while. After the first call between you and Hobie, there had been hundreds more since then. It was always so much fun to hang out with him. He had opened your eyes to a part of the city you weren't even aware existed. He allowed you to let go, to just shut down your brain and enjoy the moment whenever the two of you were together.

There was no label placed on the status of your relationship either; you were just two people messing around and having fun, and you were okay with that. You weren't looking for anything serious right now anyway, just enjoying the time that you spent with Hobie.

As of recently, though, you haven't heard from him at all, and you were beginning to think that your fun would be over sooner than you expected.

"Maybe he's just been busy," your friend had reasoned as the two of you sat on your couch after you had told her about Hobie's sudden disappearance. You bit at the skin on your lips as you listened to her reasoning, trying to convince yourself that his absence wasn't essentially your fault.

You ultimately decided to just leave everything. If he was busy, he'd get back to you as soon as he could, and if he wasn't interested anymore, he wouldn't. Your own pride had also prevented you from reaching out first, as well as the fear of being told off over the phone. So you just waited patiently to see how things would play out.

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Two days later and the message was made crystal clear to you. He wasn't interested anymore. And now you were sitting in your room, burried beneath a ton of blankets as you rewatched cheesy old romcoms. It wasn't something you often indulged in, but at this point, you were willing to do anything to get your mind off everything for a while.

The film was just getting to the best part; the guy realizing he'd made a mistake and running away from his poor girlfriend to find the true love of his life. Cliché to the max.

By now, the pair were standing in the rain, him reciting the same old spiel about how much of an idiot he was and how he made a mistake. He was just about to say those three golden words, and you were mentally screaming at how the girl could just stand in the rain for that long, when a loud bang came against your window, scaring you shitless.

Out of fear, your first reaction had been to ignore it, but the sound returned after a few seconds of silence. A knocking, you realized after the second time. You paused the movie to hear better when you were met with a voice coming through the window. "Y'gonna open or not?" the voice asked through the glass, and your head popped up once you recognized it.

You made your way over to the window, opening the curtains, and although you had already realized who it was, you were still shocked to see Hobie standing on your fire escape, hunched against the window frame and panting like someone who had just ran a marathon. "Hi," he said softly, but you couldn't form the words to say anything back to him. The one's that sat on the tip of your tongue were more along the lines of What the fuck are you doing here? but for some reason, they just couldn't come out.

You probably stared at him too long, because after a few seconds, he decided to speak up again. "Y'gonna let me freeze out 'ere?" he asked with a smirk, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. You had half a mind to do exactly that, and leave him outside in the cold.

You stepped away from the window, giving him the chance to make his way into your room. You didn't miss the pained expression he was trying to play it off. "You alright?" you asked softly, the angry facade fading away once you saw he was hurting. You could play heartless all you wanted, but at some point, the act would have to give.

He seemed to hesitate before he wordlessly lifted the already tattered material of his shirt so you could get a better look, and you winced as though you could feel the sting of the wound yourself. Nasty abrasions littered across his abdomen along with a few on his arms, where you could see through the torn fabric. "Did you get in a fight or something?" you asked, moving closer to get a better look.

"D'you think you could patch me up?" he asked, seemingly ignoring your question. You could only nod, your eyes still trained on the knarly wounds. You led him to your small bathroom, where you asked him to sit on the lid of the toilet while you got everything you needed. You washed your hands before getting a clean washcloth, filling the sink with lukewarm water. The shake of your hands was enough to show him how nervous you actually were.

"Y'alright?" he asked, and you gave him an unconvinced smile and nod. You asked him to stand while you took his place on the toilet seat, placing you at eye level with his abdomen right where the biggest wound sat. You hesitantly bought the washcloth closer to the area, and when he hissed at the burn, you wanted to crawl into your skin. "I'm sorry!" you hissed softly, face contouring into a grimace that almost matched his. "S'allright, keep going," he sighed, sides throbbing from the kicks he'd taken and head equally pained, throbbing uncomfortably. You followed his order, continuing to clean the wounds quietly.

Your warm hands weirdly felt like an instant relief to his tired muscles, and just as his eyes closed trying to savor the feeling, your voice broke the silence.

"I dunno how the movies make this look romantic. This shit is stressful as hell," you muttered, and in return, you got an amused laugh. "Speak for yourself," he joked, "kinda enjoying the way you touchin' on me like that." You only scoffed in return as you carefully dressed his wounds. You wanted to quip back, but when your eyes met his, you noticed even more smaller wounds and cuts littered across his face. He'd taken a bit of a beating, that much was obvious.

"What the hell happened to you?" you asked. You were growing more and more concerned; his sudden disappearance and then him returning battered up didn't make sense. He sighed before retrieving something tucked into the inner pockets of his battle jacket. He handed it to you wordlessly, and you gave it a closer look. At first, you had no idea what you were even looking at, but after a few silent moments, it clicked.

"You're that guy, the one who..." Who what? The words got stuck in your throat once you truly realized what you were looking at. He was 'Spiderpunk', and you had no idea how to react to the bomb he had just dropped on you. Wordlessly so, too.

What were you supposed to do with this information? Where do you begin, and what do you ask first? At least you now knew why he had been MIA for so long, and you felt a little bad for assuming the worst.

"So I'm assuming this is like a work injury?" you asked, trying to somehow lighten the heavy mood as you continued your work on his abdomen. "Something like that," he muttered. He obviously wasn't going to go into detail about what had transpired tonight, but you were most likely going to read about it in the paper soon.

The room fell into another silence, this time a bit awkward with what you knew now floating in the air, adding to the thick tension already present between you two. "Can hear your brain buzzin'. What d'you wanna ask?" he said, breaking the silence that seemed to streach on forever. "Kinda thought you flaked on me," you said, now embarrassed at the conclusion you had drawn so quickly.

You placed a bandage on his abdomen, moving on to cleaning the ones on his arms. "Nah, like you too much," he said, as you carefully rolled up one of his sleeves. He turned his head to look at you as you now stood working on his arm, giving you a cocky smirk.

A smile stretched onto your face that mirrored his. "Good to know, Spiderpunk," you said, and he frowned at the name. "Y'gonna start calling me that now?" he asked, and you shook your head no, laughing at how fast his mood changed.

"I'm not doing this again," you said with a laugh, rubbing your arms, trying to find the source of the sudden cold. When you found the open window, you noticed that it had begun raining. You looked back at where Hobie sat quietly on the edge of your bed, his eyes trained on the falling rain as well.

When you finished patching him up, you discarded everything used and led him back to your room. "You have to be careful, I've read about some of the shit you've done, y'know," you said with a frown. He nodded in agreement before adding, "Might have to get scraped up more often, though, especially since I now have a pretty little nurse to help me out."

"You can stay here tonight, it's a long way to the dock anyway. I still have some leftovers from yesterday that you could eat," you rambled, moving to your cupboards in search of extra blankets. You didn't give him time to argue either, throwing a few blankets his way and leading him to your couch.

He hadn't tried arguing either, not in the mood to swing to the other side of the city. So he wordlessly accepted your offer, gratefully accepting the food you gave him and making bed on your surprisingly comfortable couch for the rest of the night.

The next morning, you had woken up earlier than you usually would on a Saturday morning, yet you still managed to miss Hobie. When you made your way to your kitchen, the blankets he slept under were folded messily and stacked on your couch, and you found a messily written note on the notepad stuck to your fridge.

Off to the dock, thanks for everything. See you soon, promise.

H.B.

[youresodarkbabe]

NICK SMUT PLSSPLSPLS IM BEGGING YOU

nick loml <3 (sorry gf) also this is husband nick also i wrote this mid mental breakdown soz

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you squirm in your husband's grip as he firmly holds your legs in place atop his shoulders.

"'s okay, lovey, you can handle it. my big girl."

nick's hips drive into yours wildly, but well-paced, your nails digging into his back as your face contorts in pleasure, voice completely lost from all the moaning and screaming the night had brought you thus far.

"nick, fuck, please, can't—" your voice cuts off into a choked scream as his cock pulls out almost completely before being rammed back into you. despite the harshness of his movements, nick remains gentle with you, his soft lips littering kisses along your exposed chest. his mouth wraps around a nipple, taking the bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, aligning with the pace of his thrusts. your hands move to his hair, tugging and scrunching as his cock strokes your walls so perfectly.

you can feel nick smiling against your skin, his mouth now firmly attached to your neck.

"you got it, princess, takin' me so fuckin' well. perfect lil angel, you are."

nick finally loosens his grip on your waist, a hand going to flick at your clit, the feeling of his rough thumb against it tipping you over the edge. your legs shake as he helps you through your orgasm, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you come down from the highest of highs.

"god, baby, you're perfect." nick kisses you gently, his thrusts slowing and calming down slightly. he presses down on your stomach, watching the outline of his cock filling you up. "'m close, you're fuckin' incredible, babe. so good for me."

nick cums inside you with a deep, breathy moan, collapsing onto your chest. he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, not pulling out quite yet.

"nick?"

your shaky voice makes his cock throb, but he represses those urges as he hums in acknowledgement, looking up at you with those baby blue eyes.

"i was thinkin'," you fidget with his hair, roughly braiding it and letting it fall out, "we should stay in. cancel those plans, i'd rather spend the day in with you."

nick beams as he catches your lips in a deep kiss. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you as close to him as possible, leaving kisses on every part of you he can.

"it's like you've read my fuckin' mind."

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[tinystarwatch]

It's... lets get to know each other v0re community part 2!

another bad goblin hair moment

lots of new faces here since last time. Are picrew chains still a thing? Anyway, Reblog with your self or sona!

[fairyysoup]

had a dream i was trying to fuck god, but god was a hotel consierge in this grand hotel that was the tower of babel, and also god was tim curry. hope this helps

[lewmagoo]

facedown on the pavement

[gingergesusuphurglingelwiwi]

i kinda hate bloberta puppington idk

its really easy to hate clay puppington, his characterization as the show's unflinching central antagonist is as unanimous as it is understandable.

however im probably the only person on earth who doesn't see him as the big bad, in fact i feel for him (shock horror). not in the coquette way or the equally misogynistic contrarian way, but out of genuine surprise that a character who gets universal sympathy and pushback in my hatred for them isn't the center of ppl's ire

— and that is bloberta.

yes ik, clay is responsible for his own actions, and there's only so much excusing that can be done before it overlooks one's agency and the resulting harm inflicted, but the way ppl gloss over exactly why and how clay ended up the way he did baffles me to no end.

clay was an initially decent guy, albeit a bit non-committal and weak-willed, which makes for redpill brainrot when mixed with toxicity, as evidenced by clay himself, but literally the only reason he ended up that way is bc he was saddled with a dependency by someone who gaslit and physically assaulted him into a relationship against his will, which is horrifying, especially in the context of his sexuɑlity. like bloberta isn't even a good mom, and ik that social conditioning + pressure inherently alienates ppl from their societal expectations i.e motherhood, kids... but then i don't understand how and why bloberta is characterized as this woeful damsel archetype when she's barely redeemable and merely overshadowed by someone more overtly troubled. dare i say she's victim only to her actions, bc what would've been the alternative?

clay staying passive and malleable and dependent, is that not infinitely more horrific? she literally ruined his life/entrapped him, stayed with him bc sunk costs, despite how that endangers her kids, and then is framed like the victim despite everything being a direct consequence of her actions, i just don't get it. ppl ascribe this sympathetic angle to her bc woe, she felt pressured and she's nuanced and obviously unhealthily coping but i hardly see that as a legitimate enough excuse for her actions, and im genuinely stumped by how ppl so readily neglect everything she did bc clay's now worse. like idk man, welcome to the consequences of your actions ig.

[crazysonicperson]

Unbeatable is the best fnf song ever and no one can prove other wise

[jester-of-tangerines]

Who wore it better

[froggless]

HE LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shinkaishoujo103]

(+ tsukasa and hiyori as df)

Twirls hair as i drop this a while ago i randomized swap units with a wheel and i ended up making a whole au about it and now i have sm lore i wanna tell but idk how so. Pls ask me about it pretty pls pl

Btw eccentrics are rinne, leo, tsukasa, tori, kohaku; exfine are niki, hajime, sora, shinobu; exvalk are tsukasa, tetora, ritsu; deadmanz are rinne, mayoi, yuta

This au was inspired by @xysible own swap units au btw pls check it out at @enswap its very cool and amazing <3

[k1ttnz]