U doin ok? Ik the Rona’s hardest on teachers.

ufhweufg I hope you don’t mind me answering this publically!!! I just feel like I owe it to ya’ll to let you know where I’ve been and what’s up.

But, ugh, yes, I’m...pretty much dying on the inside. Had to switch over to online teaching and it’s not something I’m experienced with at all. My emails are constantly flooded with questions and filled with panic, so I find myself engaging in crisis management (I knew I should’ve gone into counseling, damn it) every day. No one is handling this transition very well, so it’s a shit storm for educators. Luckily the semester is almost over, but right now I’m just trying to focus on making sure I, and my students, get through this madness.

I know I should’ve said something earlier but. I literally can’t think straight most days. I’m really sorry if I worried ya’ll. There’s a lot of chaos happening, but I genuinely hope that you’re safe and that you’re okay.

Don’t worry, I’m not giving up on this blog or anything. I just didn’t think the world go to shit so fast. Regardless, I love ya’ll and I can’t wait to see you soon.

We hope you're okay ❣❣❣

!!! I just saw this on my phone and needed to respond. Thank you so much for the kind wishes! A few unexpected things happened, thus causing a delay in my return. AKA I need to find a lawyer for a speeding ticket or else my anxiety will intensify. 🤦‍♀️ I'm so sorry for making you or anyone else worry! Thinking about y'all everyday. I'm just a mess lmao.

QUICK UPDATE: Hey ya’ll, I’m sososososo sorry for poofing. A few unexpected things happened - some good and some not so good. Regardless, it’s prevented me from having enough time to pop online and say much. I will make a full come back during the first week of March. I’ll try to post next week too, but I just wanted to give myself enough time to take care of a few things. Needless to say, I’m not leaving this blog I promise lol. It’s just that time of year where the chaos sets in. But I’ll see ya’ll real soon. Big kisses, you angels.

Hey all! It’s been a very VERY long time since I’ve opened commissions. A dear friend enquired and commissioned me to paint a scene in a future fic she’s writing (no spoilers sorry), which in turn has helped push me to try getting back into commission work! I have a varied range of detailing and skill and can draw from basically any fandom with enough reference provided x) Commission info:
Sketch: $10USD
Basic colour and shading: $25USD
Detailed colour w/ basic BG: $40USD
Detailed colour w/ detailed BG: $70USD
Three or more characters: $5USD- sketch, basic colour $10USD- detailed colour (per character)

I have 5 slots available. If you’re interested, just drop me a PM and we can go from there! Thanks everyone

Michael x Eddy (meddy??idk) headcanons because I really love this ship

• They were both super oblivious to their feelings. Until, this one time when Eddy invited Michael over to hangout (netflix & chill lmao jk), and Michael just kept getting this fuzzy feeling everytime he looked at his best friend. Which led to Michael kissing Eddy on the cheek and catching him off guard. Michael then got flustered and began to apologize, and Eddy basically just pulled him close and pressed his lips against Michael’s.

• Eddy loves when Michael wears his clothes. There’s a notable height difference between the two and Eddy can’t help but gush over how cute Michael looks in his t-shirts!!

• Michael is the little spoon w/o a doubt, sometimes the two will switch places. But Eddy’s favorite position to cuddle in has to be laying on his back and holding Michael against his chest.

• They both love sneaking glances and kisses with each other, and love to try to make the other as flustered as possible. Michael is usually the one that’s left a blushing mess by Eddy, so he buries his face in Eddy’s chest, causing him to get flustered in return.

feel free to add more!!

This is actually a question for the mod. How do you know the characters so well??? Whenever I read the posts or headcanons it sounds just like them or I can totally see them doing something.

Oh. Damn. Okay wow thank you, first off. I’m a little speechless right now LMAO.

I could tell you it’s because I’m a Gemini - I know what it’s like to have different personalities fighting for relevancy all at once. But that’s a really stupid joke for anyone that’s into horoscopes LOL. OR, I can turn around dramatically in my chair and say, “because I’m actually Bryan.” But I don’t have enough fuqboi energy in me to make that statement actually true... I’ve got Tyson’s physical energy right now, but maintain Tala’s mental energy - constant exhaustion and abysmal thinking LMAO.

I don’t know, my friend. I’ve spent a good portion of my time growing up playing pretend - via writing or imagining myself as a fairy princess (is it because of trauma? MMMM PROBABLY). I also hyperfocus on what people say and do. I memorize really intimate and small details about people, mainly so I can know how to act around them. But again, that’s most likely due to trauma. This is a really great and healthy outlet for me, honestly. So, I’m really glad to hear that you like the content on this blog. I know we just got dark, really fast, but to transition into a lighter note... By feeding me content, as ya’ll have, you’re helping me out. And I really appreciate that. So, thank you for being so kind, thank you for reading my work, and thank you for allowing me to find my place. This is a great distraction from crazy people and crazy days. I hope you can feel my kisses from wherever you are. Mwah!

UPDATE: I got, like, 20 more of those celebration asks to answer. I got you, but I’m taking a break for the night, because my neck is hating me right now.

Anyway, please allow me to give a BIG FUCKING THANK YOU to all of you beautiful beings. Thank you so much for making this event a HUGE success. Thank you for the asks, the comments, the likes, the reblogs, and all of the endless kindness. I didn’t anticipate it being so big and I was beyond happy to see how much fun ya’ll had with it. I will definitely do this again soon - perhaps for the one year anniversary of this blog.

But again - thank you. This was AMAZING. I’ll finish up the rest tomorrow and will tag them appropriately. But just know, this experience was monumental and I am beyond blessed to have you all as friends, followers, and fellow fandom members. Ya’ll are so fucking great. Wouldn’t be here without you.

For Tala: what’s your favorite genre of music? Any specific artist or band? Also would you come watch my band perform?

MOD TALKS: I linked some songs in the post to things I think he’d enjoy!

“A tame question? What the fuck did I do to deserve this blessing for the night?” He feels a little flattered to be asked something that didn’t involve his sex life. It seems he’s wanted for more than just his divine make. A chuckle beckons from the bottom of throat - a symbol of approval and amusement towards the asker.

“I think it depends on the day - the shit I’m going through, the mood I’m in. If it’s a normal day like this, I wouldn’t mind entertaining some piano or violin.” He pauses, expecting to get a surprised look from the stranger. “What? Were you not anticipating that? Most people don’t. I like music that doesn’t always require hearing another human being’s voice. Those sounds get so tiring sometimes. I just want to hear something...different. It reminds me of the men who would play their instrument late at night in the bars. This was before the village could afford to install radios and when we relied on others to be our source of entertainment. They would always play something somber... I would help me go to sleep at night.” - Mostly, of course, when he had no where to sleep at all. These were pleasant sounds to hear when he was finding solace on the street.

“When I’m training or feeling extremely adrenalized, I like to put on speed metal, or just something fast paced. I need something that mimics exactly what I’m feeling. It almost seems to validate my emotions. Usually I wouldn’t care for that kind of chaos, but you can thank Bryan for getting me into it. It’s a nice rush... I’m not picky about bands. Just want something good to hear.”

The next question is even more interesting. He crosses his arms alongside his response. “Why not? Just don’t be boring.”

Hey Rick! Who on your team would you be most likely to fuck? 👀

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“Fuck, huh?” Tongue traces teeth before stalling on a canine that’s reputed for ruining skin. He seems excited by the thought of trying out someone from his team. To some, this thought is taboo, to him, it’s just another piece of chaos to consider. He isn’t always picky about partners (so long as they aren’t boring), but he needs a moment to think his answer through...

“We need to take Max out of the equation. He’s grown on me. I don’t exactly feel right treating him like all the other people I play with. Plus, I think his mom would kill me if she found out. Or maybe not... Really can’t tell with that woman. 

I might start off with Emily. She’s feisty. Despite her comments, I think she’s into me. You ever notice how often her gaze lingers just a little too long on me? I think she’s checking me out. I’m tempted to ask her if she likes what she sees, but she doesn’t like being called out. I think, if we were alone, I’d be able to see a wicked side of her. A guy can only dream.

I think Eddy would be next. The guys pretty chill. He doesn’t really bother me. He might step up and shame me for some of my comments, but I don’t really see him as a threat. I admire the confidence, though. He’s got fire. I’d be interested in extinguishing him. Doubt he can handle what I’ve got in mind.” An obnoxious laugh wanders from loose lips. But it appears he’s forgotten one more soul...

“Oh, yeah, Michael... When he’s not in my face, we actually have a lot in common. But, don’t get it twisted... I’d totally top him. In fact, sure - I’d even be so bold as to say I’d play with him. I’ll put ‘em in his place for sure. He’ll have another reason to hate me after he finds out how good I’ve made ‘em feel. Yeah... I like that challenge.”

Hey Kai, can we have a sleep over? I’ll bring the chocolate if you bring the marshmallows. Whatcha say??? 🙃

“...Did you mean to ask Tyson? Because I’m not spending my money on something I have no interest in. If you’re looking to make friends...” 

He takes a second to scribble down a few numbers, all while maintaining his unfazed expression. Arm extends, bestowing the stranger with a new number.

“Call anyone but me. Tyson will pick up. He always does at the mention of food.”

To Rei: When did you realize you have feelings for Mariah? Did you have the butterflies every time you see her? OwO

“Feelings don’t always hit you when they’re supposed to...” He feels almost ashamed saying that out loud, but perhaps it’s time for him to confront his suppressed sentiments to this stranger.

“I’ve lived much of my life around my own whims. I’ll be the first to admit that I usually do what I want and I go after what I want. Sad part is... Sometimes I forget how that’ll affect the people around me.” It’s funny to reflect on how quickly he grew up. He used to be so reckless, but he abandoned that side of himself almost over night. He made the mistake of crafting new connections, because upon doing so, it reminded him of the one’s he withdrew from. And why did he even do that in the first place? He had so much love for the one’s he temporarily lost. He just wanted to chase that high - to become something bigger than his own body.

“I tried not to think about Mariah for the longest time. I tried not to think about a lot of people. But, I think by leaving everyone, I realized what I was missing out on. That was stupid of me. I’ve apologized thousands of times, but it never feels like enough. She was one of the few people who didn’t try to demonize me. She tried to give me a chance, despite her own hurt. I don’t know anyone who’s as kind and as considerate as her. Mariah tried to understand me, despite how much it hurt her. I think when I realized how much she sacrificed for my sake, I began to see her in a different light. That’s not something only friends do... We were more than that. We had to be.”

He laughs a little before continuing. “It’s not exactly butterflies. I don’t feel nervous when I see her. Rather, I get...excited. I get excited to do the simplest of things with her, like cut carrots or go shopping. When I look at her, things feel just a little easier. I don’t have to worry about tomorrow, because I know I’ll have her. Those feelings didn’t appear overnight. I can’t think of the precise moment when they did arise. But I think they’ve always been there... Just took some maturing on my end for them to come out.”

(i saw hiwararis-bitch ask this question so now i wanna ask it too 😂) question for tala! what do you think of my username? also ily

“Wol...borgie?” Did he-...did he read that right? Lip twitches, but he can’t tell if it’s out of annoyance or confusion. Why would anyone take the name of his beloved bitbeast and make it sound so silly. Before he can speak, he hears Bryan emitting an obnoxious laugh behind him. The sound of continuous cackling is enough to send him over the edge. Now the annoyance is no longer directed towards the name, but the idiot behind him.

“Would losing your spot on the team be just as funny to you, Bryan?” Words are coated in honest wrath, but it’s a pity Bryan doesn’t take him seriously.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you and...wolborgie. PFT!”

And then Bryan died. The end.

Question for Oliver! What is your biggest turn on? What does a man have to do to satisfy you?

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“My biggest turn on? Men who like to explore.” He gives a playful shrug. He attempted to be nonchalant about his response, but a smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth. This was exciting - seldom did he get a chance to really speak on the things that ignited his interest. Was this person asking, because they wanted to propose something promising. He’d only know after he finished sharing his sentiments.

“I consider myself an artist. I’ve tried much - from a canvas to the culinary. I’ve dealt with the abstract and with the surreal. I’d prefer the company of someone who doesn’t like to sit still, someone who wouldn’t mind dappling in something different. Perhaps he can hold me up and thrust me against the wall. Or perhaps I can be upside down while he does wicked things to my mouth... I need someone that isn’t afraid. I would be rather insulted if someone were to assume I was weak in any regard. Men who underestimate me are quite the bore... If I ask you to entertain me, I expect a show, a full course meal, a magnum opus of pleasure. Do not be stingy with your affections. What you cannot do only means that I can find someone who can~.”

He pauses. Was that a bit much? Too vague? Too flowery? He chuckles at his own words. “Rope play is fine too, if you’re looking to get technical. I just need someone who will listen to what I ask and satisfy my insatiable hunger. I have the world before me. I’m looking for someone who will take it from me.”

Hi there, I have a question for the Blitzkrieg Boys (including Kai): If you had a girlfriend and she had an awful day (for example at work or something), how would you try to cheer her up? Thanks in advance for your time and effort! Love

A bad day? He has those constantly, but he’s seldom sought comfort for those trying times. He’s been taught to ignore any inconveniences, but would he expect his partner to do the same? He imagines he’d be different around someone who had his heart.

“I expect her to tell me what she wants. I’m not interested in playing mind games or guessing games.” Despite how brash his words are, they mainly come from a place of uncertainty and ignorance. He would prefer to rely on his lover for direction. He isn’t exactly the best at making the most romantic of moves. This is his rough way of asking for assistance. He just wants to make sure he doesn’t make their mood worse. “We can just lay down, or something... That’s what I’d do with her. It just makes you feel more grounded - when the only weight you have is their head on your chest. I guess I’d just remind her that I’m here. It’s hard, but fuck it... I’m still here.”

“Drugs probably isn’t the best answer here, is it?” He’s an idiot, but he’s trying. Whenever he has a rough day, he typically relies on anything that serves as an escape. In terms of a partner, he prefers to spend as much time with them as he can in order to avoid doing anything stupid to himself. Perhaps the other isn’t as clingy or reliant on distractions... But he’ll impose his passions onto them, just so they no longer have any troubles.

“We’ll just go out. We don’t need a plan - we never do. If they’re tired, I’ll fuckin’ carry them or something. I’m strong as fuck, you know. We can go drinking. Nothing gets you amped up to take on the night like a shot or two. Maybe even some milkshakes after words. If the red bull and vodka doesn’t hit us, maybe sugar will. We’ll go dancing, we’ll break shit, maybe we’ll crash a party. Nothing puts me in a better mood than doing everything I possibly can to destroy myself. In this case, we’re just destroying all the things that keep her down. That’s a good start.”

He practically cringes at the words his partner withdraws. Vodka? Milkshakes? The thought of those two things instantly make Spencer’s stomach turn. His approach is a bit more tame and less reliant on distractions. He has always been the one who has soothed the savageries of his teammates, so this kind of experience is nothing new for him.

“Unlike Bryan, I’m not trying to kill her. I think after a hard day, going out isn’t necessary. Why waste time being around people when you can simply stay with me in silence? I might brew some tea, or perhaps run them a bath. Usually, I feel inclined to give them space, but wouldn’t it be nice if I joined them in the bath and rubbed their shoulders? I can easily erase all the tension they’ve accumulated. This is nothing for me, but surely it’ll feel like something to them. Perhaps I’m just being selfish and wanting to have an intimate moment, but that’s far better than letting them wrestle with the day’s reflection on their own.”

Kai doesn’t always allow others to get so close... If someone is struggling, he prefers to look the other way and pretend he didn’t acknowledge their pain. It’s not that Kai enjoys watching another ache. Rather, he has no idea how to address it, no idea how to ease it. If he were to expose a sense of softness, then that just means someone might take advantage of his investment. But if he allowed himself to be so soft, this is what he would do...

“I’d take them for a walk or a drive - whether it be around the city or a garden. Sight seeing always puts me at ease when I’m undergoing a stressful day. I assume it will do the same for her as well. It’s better to advert your gaze to something with more meaning than the thing that makes you miserable. If I’m feeling nice, I’ll walk with her. Perhaps I’ll even allow her to wrap her arms around my own. We’ll see how I’m feeling. I don’t like to invest myself in another person’s affairs.”

Hey Tala. How would you feel if a girl you dated was dominant in bed? Like, facesitting or hands around your neck? Would you feel threatened as a dominant persona, or would you find it more of a flatter, or a welcomed change? Would you get comfortable in such position, or would you see it as a challange to overpower her? xoxo

Upon hearing the asker, his eyes proceed to widen. His reaction isn’t because he’s flustered, but because his imagination is quite unforgiving. When he thinks of someone sitting on his face, he is suddenly reminded of pillows on his presence - symbols of comfort now constricting him. Breathe, damn it, breathe! He begs for air, but all that leaves him are anxious inhalations and constant convolutions. He wants to remove fabric from his face, but the stranger who was stealing his air wouldn’t allow it. Black - he remembers black. Slowly, he sees a shadow fall over his shape. He wonders why angels don’t appear in white, but before he find the reason, the source of his suffering is removed... Air - he tastes it again, but somehow it’s no longer as sweet.

Hands around his neck are far worse. He instantly recalls the way Boris’ palms were around his presence. Fingers dug into his design, pressing and pressing until his pearly skin became purple. Even his own eyes became red - as if they were ready to pop from his person. He wants to speak, wants to lash out, wants to hit the man who holds him, but he can’t... This cretin is erasing his oxygen. The only thing that is allowed to full his lungs is loathing. He hates those hands, hates those fingers. He thinks about them often when he coughs or clears his throat. He’ll never forget how tight they were - how revolting, how relentless... So, why on earth would he be okay with another’s hands on him?

His own fingers motion to his neck, gently gliding along the spaces that were so close to being severed. He won’t let someone take his breath away again. He’ll be the one to make the first move. Eyes, now deadly and defiant, look back at the asker. He’s biting back something mean, something bitter... But much of it is directed towards those who tried to hurt him from the start.

“Hope she doesn’t mind the cold, ‘cause I’d sooner kick her ass out for trying that shit.”

Hi! This is another inappropriate question(sorrynotsorry) for Ray, Tala, Bryan & Kai. Do you like to give or receive? If you catch my drift? 💋

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“What kind of guy would I be if I strictly received? Really - where’s the fun in that?” He leans back into his chair with arms behind his head. If the asker had intentions to make him uneasy, they’d have to try a lot harder than that. Somehow, he’d gotten more comfortable with entertaining these kinds of questions. If he was supposed to put on a show, he might as well make it a damn good one.

“Guess you can say I’m a giver. I’d do just about anything to hear someone cry out because of me. Maybe it’s an ego thing - who knows? But you’d be satisfied too if the reason someone quivered and convulsed was because of a simple flick of the tongue. Not trying to brag or anything, but it’s easier for me to prove my point if I just show you. Were you interested in volunteering?”

He has his moments when he’ll give, but for the most part, the titan always takes. He feels inclined to hone in on that point, but part of him feels like it’d be a lie. He is no stranger to dishonesty, but the game he’s been playing for the past few evenings has made him feel inclined to entertain honesty.

“I’m usually not interested in spending too much time with someone else. My need to feed comes first, but my partners usually don’t complain. They already know what to expect. In fact, they should be so lucky I invited them in in the first place. But...” He pauses. Frustration builds up. He almost hesitates to say this out loud, but he has to. “If it’s a quiet night and the snow forces them to stay, then I’ll give. I need a reason. I need to trust you. I need to be interested in what you have to offer. That’s when I’ll care to give your body my blessing. But again, that’s not the norm. You should never expect such pleasantries from me.”

“Why stop at one when you can have both?” Greedy fucker. His mouth always wants more. More food to eat, more flesh to fuck, more skin to sample, more names to call. Selfish people aren’t the one’s who simply want to receive. No, he wants to cherish the heat of his prey; he wants to be the reason their clothes are ruined; he wants to feel their entirety erupt in his grasp; and he wants to taste their sweet defeat. Drool is practically begging to descend from the thought of all these actions.

“We’ve got all night, don’t we? It’s all about who gets to who first. If I’m letting them take the lead, I’ll be the one to make them see god. I try not to go all out during the first few minutes. I want to make sure they have enough energy to get a taste of me too. It’s boring if only one of us gets to play. I prefer to make the moment last. I might not call them back later, so I’m kinda doin’ them a favor.”

“Receive.” His words, as always, are blunt and bold. He doesn’t even bother keeping his eyes on the other. His response is so casual and emitted without thought. He doesn’t need to think through something that he does so shamelessly. And, of course, they should know of his selfishness by now.

“Did you honestly expect otherwise? I’m not here to cater to anyone’s needs but my own. If you seek me out, you’re consenting to making a moment with me - nothing more, nothing less. You should also feel lucky that I have the time to even entertain you. If you’re good, I’ll let you c u m - but good girls don’t make demands. Keep this in mind when you call me. It’s about what I’m feeling first and if you did as I said, then maybe you’ll get a reward in return. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

Is it too late to ask a question?

GOOD MORNING, MY LOVE! Nope, not too late! 

I will be accepting questions for the event until 8PM (EST) today! After that, I’ll finish answering the questions I received and go back to the normal functions of this blog. :)