his true throne is anzu’s lap

yall this is my first time requesting something from someone so im a bit nervous but

imagine overstimulating venti until he cries 🤭

also can i be 🌊 anon ? PLEASE tell me if anything i asked made you uncomfortable!!

♡︎ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡︎

characters: sub!venti x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, size kink, dacryphillia, reader’s genitals/pronouns are never mentioned so the cock can be interpreted as a strap on

notes: of course you can be 🌊anon! and yes, i’m slowly coming back to life. man author’s block is hard to beat. also, if this get’s flagged by tumblr when i wake up tmrw, i’ll delete it and post it again so don’t get too scared if it’s suddenly gone bbies

venti, or better yet known as barbatos to his people, was never really much of an archon.

he never plays by the rules, governs over his people nor even tries to abide by celestia’s rules. often, the wind spirit simply prefers to lay back and watch as his people takes care of any problems. they’re strong after all, his children always has been. of course, the windborn bard slurs out words of being the anemo archon in his drunk dazed self but no one ever takes it seriously.

and another thing was that, venti never worships the celestia. the floating island in the sky is full of nothing but liars, manipulators and cowards. besides… why would he worship those pathetic things when you’re right here?

why kneel before them when he can kneel before you?

why worship those who spat venom everytime they open their mouth when ballads and praises, songs of life flow from yours?

why chase after meaningless praises when your words sting like the strongest alcohol, burning his throat, making his eyes water as he becomes more and more addicted to you?

that’s exactly why the anemo archon prefers to worship you instead. when you braid his hair and comb out the knots as he nuzzles against your form, dazed and sleepy.

when you’re there to console him, help him through his darkest days when those wretches of celestia has done nothing.

when you’re kissing away the tears that spill from his eyes, shushing his slurred speeches and sobs of pleasure as you continue to ram into that one spot inside him, making him shriek and spill over his stomach again and again.

the windborn bard could worship you for eternity.

spilling another load into his stomach, the god in your arms spasms and twitches as his legs weakly wrap around your waist to at least try and calm the twitching of his small body.

dear stars above, you felt so big he could almost feel your tip in his stomach in his sex drunken haze. slurred whines of what seems to be your name flowing out of his mouth as he tries to keep his last threads of sanity together but how can he do so when he can just feel your previous loads slipping out of his rim and down to the sheets.

it all felt so hot, the room was so hot, everything was spinning. the warmth of your cum seeping out of his hole, the slight bulge in his stomach, the feeling of your finger wiggling in next to his already stuffed hole and pushing the cum back inside while your cock stays in — venti lets out a weak sound.

“look at you, little bird. you’re leaking out my cum that i worked so hard to put in you. can’t have my hard work being spent, right?” you coo out teasingly, a grin bit too sadistic tugging on your lips as venti writhes under you when you add in another finger. stars above, were you trying to break him?

venti couldn’t respond. he couldn’t even fully understand and register your words. brain too fried from the previous rounds of your just absolutely handling his small body around, pinching, teasing, smacking, leaving marks and hickeys but he loved it all.

as a response, the bard only weakly bucks his hips back into your strap again seemingly wanting more. my, what an insatiable little bird.

throwing his leg over your shoulder, you take out your fingers from his hole and squeeze his tiny waist once in a warning before fucking back into him again. small whines, weak noises and slurred whorish moans spill out from under you, the anemo archon far too fucked stupid to even try to properly say your name anymore.

making a grabby motion with his hands — a silent ask to hold you close while you fuck him full of your cum again — you decide to be nice and lean down, the absolutely filthy wet noises of your cock easily entering him causing venti to dig his blunt nails into your back, pulling you closer to himself.

feeling another orgasm building up embarrassingly quickly, the archon chases after your lips with weak whines, a sob following as you deny him of a proper kiss. instead teasing him by kissing his soft cheek. he didn’t even realize he was crying.

but soon those soft and weak whimpers and slurred words turn into a sharp scream as he feels himself cumming into both of your stomachs again, a sob of your name following along as you chase your high, getting more frantic with your movements.

the archon feels himself getting filled up again when your hips stutter, causing the short man under you to whimper a quiet “[n-nameee…❤︎︎]” in your ears.

after having caught your breath, you pull away from him slightly. pushing his hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but laugh as you wipe away his tears. but that laugh is cut off short as the archon bucks his hips against yours again, a cheeky grin pulling on his lips.

childhood friends, daryl dixon.

summary: in which you reunite with your childhood friend, only for him to underestimate your value in the current state of the world.

warnings: fem!reader, surgeon!reader, typical twd violence, and not proof read atm.

notes: request from anon! i put a small twist on this request so i hope you enjoy! also i really need to start proof reading my work right away cause i feel like there might be tons of little embarrassing mistakes i haven’t noticed so let me know if that’s a common thing on all my ‘not yet proof read’ fics because if so i’m going to go back and fix them, ty bbies!

One thing Daryl Dixon still remembers about his life before the dead started walking, is his childhood best friend. The girl that he always went to when he was upset, the girl that always knew how to cheer him up, and that same girl that eventually moved away before the two of them started high school, leaving him heartbroken as her and her family drove off to go live in a small community far away from him, not looking back.

Whenever the memories of that girl cloud his mind, he feels pathetic, quickly reminding himself that she’s probably a walker now, having absolutely no memory of him or her own childhood.

However, the one possibility that sounded insane to him, happens to be the reality. That girl is you, who’s younger self hated her parents for ripping her away from everything and everyone she’s known since birth to move to Alexandria, but now is extremely grateful for them, as she has a safe place to stay in during the world going to shit.

“(Y/N).” A loud voice calls you from outside your house, causing you to walk downstairs and open the door. “Deanna, what’s up? It’s like three in the morning.” You sigh, leaning on the door frame, wearing fluffy slippers and a pair of shorts with a tank top. “We have a group that just arrived, some of them need medical attention and check ups.” The older lady explains, bring your attention to the group of people standing in the middle of the road with Aaron. “Alright, one second.” You nod, grabbing your jacket off of the coat rack and quickly putting it on, then following Deanna towards the group.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is (Y/N) (L/N), she’s our nurse and she’s going to do routine check ups on everyone.” The leader of your community explains to the new residents, causing everyone to turn to face you. “Um, I’m gonna check the children first.” You say, a warm smile on your face, hoping to relieve the tension between everyone. “(Y/N)?” Someone says, causing your eyes to follow their voice, being greeted by the sight of someone you recognize. “Daryl?” You gasp. His eyes are wide as you run up to him and hug him, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! I didn’t even know if you were…” You don’t finish your sentence, assuming he knows what you were going to say. “Yeah, same.” He breathes out, warming up to the hug and wrapping his arms around you. “You know her?” Another man cuts in, causing you to pull away from Daryl. “She was my friend way back, before high school.” He explains to the other man, “Sorry, who are you?” You ask. “Rick, Rick Grimes.” The man, who you now know as Rick, hesitantly replies. “Oh, nice to meet you. These are your children, yes?” You glance at the young girl he’s holding and the older boy that’s next to him. “Yes.” He nods. “Okay, Do you mind if I take them to the infirmary and check for bites or injuries? It’s a typical procedure here.” You explain. He doesn’t respond. “You can of course come with us.” You add, hoping it convinced him, “Yeah, sure.” He agrees this time. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” You softly smile at Daryl before turning around, “Come with me, please.” You instruct Rick and his family. “(Y/N), let me know if there’s any issues.” Deanna stops you before you start walking, a concerned look in her eyes. You raise an eyebrow, slightly confused at her worried state, “Of course.” You continue walking.

“Okay, Daryl, your turn.” You walk out of the infirmary room, gesturing to the man that’s sitting on the porch of the building, waiting for the other member’s of his group do get done with their checkups. “Mk.” He gets up, following you back into the room, closing the door behind him. “So, just sit here.” You tap on the chair in the middle of the room, “I’m basically just asking you questions about how you feel and checking your temperature, things like that.” You say your usually ‘speech’, something you usually do in hopes of comforting new group members. “Alright.” He sits down, watching as you shuffle around the room, grabbing a pen and clipboard off of one of the counters. “First question, do you have any bites or scratches?” You ask him. “That’s a stupid question. That’s why these people got you askin’?” He scoffs. You bluntly stare at him, “It’s procedure.” The man shakes his head, “Naw.” You check the ‘no’ box on the paperwork. “Okay, common symptoms of being turned include a fever, so I’m going to check your temperature now.” You plsce your clipboard to the side, getting off of the small stool and walking towards a cabinet filled with medical equipment. “Ya even a real nurse?” Daryl asks. “I went to university, then graduated, then became a top surgeon, so yeah, I have most of the skills to help people.” You roll your eyes, turning around and sitting back down on the stool in front of him. “Ahh, big shot.” He hums as you check his temperature. “No fever, you’re hopefully, not infected.” You sarcastically smile. “Now, you and your friend Rick are coming on a supply run with me tomorrow morning, so go get some sleep.” You stand up and gesture for him to leave the infirmary. “Your coming on a supply run? I don’t think you should, it’s dangerous.” He gives you a weird look. “I think I can handle it.” You laugh his comment off. “Based off the rest of these people, y’all don’t stand a chance if these walks come down, not without my group.” He adds. “I can handle myself. Some of the other residents might not have as much skill as your group, but I assure you, I got just as much experience as you. I’ll be a great addition to the supply runs. Anyways, I usually do them, at least before you guys got here.” You glare at him, roughly closing the medical cabinet. He doesn’t say anything, worry and doubt in his mind as he leaves the room, shutting the door and leaving you alone to clean up.

“Morning.” You walk up to the two men that are standing just outside of the gate, talking to each other in low whispers.“Good morning.” Rick turns around when he hears your voice. You nod, not bothering to make any more conversation, considering your last conversation involved Daryl undermining your capability of navigating the state of the world outside of Alexandria. “Close the gates.” You yell back to the lady on watch, you think her name’s Rosita. “Got it.” She starts closing the gate as the three of you walk away from the safe haven, heading towards a nearby town.

“We need more baby food, for, uh, Judith.” You mumble, reading the list on the small crumpled paper you’re holding. “Daryl.” Rick’s panicked voice sends shivers down you spine, causing you to look up with a concerned look on your face, greeted by the sight of a small group of walkers inching closer to you and the two men. “Shit.” You huff. The three of you quickly get your knives ready, moving away from each other and towards the walkers. While Rick and Daryl deal with the rest of the dead, you deal with about five of your own. Plunging your knife into each of their skulls, you quickly kill all of them, leaving blood splatters all over your clothes. “Am I capable of going on supply runs, now?” You turn to face Daryl, opening your mouth to continue, but quickly running towards him when you notice a walker push him over and fall on top of his body. “Rick!” You call the other man’s name, who just finished dealing with another walker, to get his attention. He turns around and is quick to follow you towards the other man. However, you get there before him, standing over the Walker and jamming your knife into the back of it’s head. Letting out a tired sigh, you wipe some more blood off of your forehead, then shoving the body of the walker off of Daryl. “Thanks.” He manages to breathe out. “Mhm.” You nod. You know it’s stubborn to still be pissed about what he said to you when he almost got eaten alive, but considering you saved his life despite his lack of faith in your survival skills, it felt too ironic.

Walking up and down the aisles of the small and abandoned grocery store, Daryl follows you around like a small puppy. “Why are you following me around? Go follow Rick.” You shake your head, tossing another box of old pasta into your bag. “Rick’s in the other store, I wanted to shop in this store.” Daryl scratches the back of his neck, attempting to create an excuse to walk with you, or really, follow behind you. “Sure.” You roll your eyes. “Hold this.” You abruptly stop and pass your bag to Daryl, the man taking it from you and watching as you stand up on your toes to reach a different box of pasta that’s on the highest shelf. “Here.” You drop the pasta box down, Daryl managing to catch it with your bag. Standing back down, you take the bag back from him, before moving to walk down the next aisle. “I’m sorry, alright? I know you’re capable of handling yourself, I just hadn’t seen you in so long and all those other residents have barely even seen the outside world since moving to that place.” He huffs, grabbing your arm before you can continue to sulk around the store. “I haven’t seen you in, I don’t even know how long at this point, and one of the first real conversations we had, involved you making a snap judgement and regarding me as useless aside from being a nurse.” You look at him, your tone harsh. “I’m sorry, how many times I gotta say it?” Daryl scoffs. “I want you to admit that you were wrong.” You cross your arms, holding them up your chest, your mouth pressed into a firm line. “Fine.” He pauses, “I was wrong, you’re not useless, I never even meant to say that.” He continues. His voice is low like usual, but his facial expression tells a different story, a soft look in his eyes with a small but genuine smile forming. “You’re forgiven.” You hold yourself back from smiling, “I guess.” You shrug. “You’re more stubborn than me, huh?” He laughs. “Always been that way, remember when I didn’t talk to you for a full day because you took my ice cream?” You playfully bump his arm with your arm, “Oh, I remember.” He says.

Daryl never thought he’d see you again, but now that he’s standing right in front of you, the two of you laughing and making jokes, he can start to feel those certain butterflies he felt in his stomach from when he was younger. The butterflies that only showed up whenever he was near you.

practice (pt. 3) | jjk (teaser)

→pairing: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

→rating/genre: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

→word count: tbd (teaser is 239)

→warnings: eMoTiOnAl DaMaGe, maybe unrequited love, maybe not, more detailed warnings list will be included in full fic

→summary: Sparks fly as you try to forget about Jungkook.

→notes: this is my gift to you for hitting a follower milestone !!! love you guys and thank you for all the support on this series. if you're new, if you read the parts listed below i'll kiss ya! muah love u bbies. feedback is always appreciated :')

→series: | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 |

dumbo: do u want lunch? i can drop it off soon

You were midway through a three hour lab and you really needed to focus. Unfortunately, the professor’s droning was easily overtaken by the incessant vibrating. You peek at your phone with a scoff before shoving it back into your pocket. 

Jungkook doesn’t get the hint.

dumbo: i’ll just get the usu

dumbo: ur lab is in room 305 in the civic engagement building right?

Room 222 in the science building. You don’t correct him, though. 

It was difficult to ignore the sharp, self-inflicted stabs that pierced into your chest whenever he texted you. But you had to cut loose, rip off the bandaid before it had time to adhere to you fully. You hadn’t talked to him in days. Not since he lied to you.

Whenever you had the urge to respond, you went through memories. Pictures of him looking unamused, pink pout scrunched up as you smushed his full cheeks together. Videos of his nostrils fluttering as blaring snores filled your dorm room. Your soft giggles in the background.

Little snapshots of the present that were now the past. 

You were slowly weaning yourself off of Jeon Jungkook. 

Your phone goes off again during your break.

dumbo: hey i’ve been waiting for like 20 min

dumbo: gonna head out since ur probably caught up. free until about 4 tho so text me if u want anything

dumbo: or we can just get something after the showcase?

© chryblossomjjk 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost]

Choose 3 jobs you would have given each Frontier memb instead of the canonical ones I don’t like.

For each of them? 3? This is kinda hard, let’s see what I can do🤣. Should I add Izumi too, though? Izumi has got no canonical aim besides her modelling part time job. In my headcanons she ends up becoming a chef bahaha XD.

• Takuya: The F1 driver, possibly in Ferrari, because it’s flaming🔥🔥🔥. This has got no sense but Takuya gives me the vibes of a F1 pilot. He has got enough fire and steam in his heart to pull it off. Next, crazy I know, is an airforce military (because of the Moon episode. Dying) and…I can’t pick another one, help! 🤣 This is happening because I like Takuya as a football player, so I’ll stop at the second one. Fail👏! No, but really. I like him in that field. I want him to show the world the most eccentric hairstyles. Ok, listen, Kouji cutting his hair; Takuya growing it out. Third…………Could he be a fire fighter ? Another dumb idea because he has got no patience. He wouldn’t wait forkitty to get down a tree.

• Izumi: Ok, so, the chef has already been said and it’s one. The second one is the lawyer, because she’s extremely diplomatic and has got oratory skills; maybe she could be specialized in international law? The third one is the languages teacher, but I’m not sure if she would like other languages besides italian. I can just embrace the idea thanks to the drama, in which she teaches italian to Takuya but I know it doesn’t really mean anything. She has lived in Italy since she was a little girl , so ,of course, she can be helpful with it. It doesn’t really mean she would enjoy other languages she doesn’t know. If she stuck with teaching italian, I don’t really know in what kind of school she would do that. Honestly, who would teach italian in Japan nowadays? Teachers from cram schools, perhaps? Who knows if Junpei actually studies italian in a cram school because his pronunciation is pretty good ahaha.

• Junpei: The architect engineer obviously comes to my mind immediately. Let my boy use as many blueprints as he wants🤣! Still, I prefer him as a train driver, ngl about this. Besides the fact a bio says he collects model trains (adorable ), he interacts with Trailmons a lot in the series and I can’t care less about Takuya winning the race in that episode. Junpei or Izumi were supposed to win that! They were the ones immediately taking the reins of the situation and riding the Trailmons. The third one is the kindergarten teacher, which makes me awe but also laugh. Big man taking care of bbies who are so small compared with him. I can’t, okay. I can’t. I think a good compendium of what he has shown throughout the series could be represented by that job: him knowing magical tricks, him having entertaining skills, him being able to lift the mood (THINK ABOUT THE LIBRARY SCENE OMG), him playing with the baby digimons at the KINDERGARTEN, him bonding with the bby Kokuwamon, him lifting the Motemon up and down, him (and Izumi) being the first ones proposing to take care of the egg bbies. And let’s not forget about his relationship with Tomoki, which shows he would also be a great elementary teacher …? THESE ARE FOUR, ZURA GAHHH. But I love Junpei in teaching and bless God most opera singers eventually land in that field when they’re older.

And Junpei could also be a carpenter or an act- TIME OUTTTTTTTT.

Can I stop here because I have no clue about the remaining ones and because you would tell I don’t care that much about them 🤣. I mean, I like Tomoki, but not as much as Junpei, Izumi and Takuya? He’s a bby but his story doesn’t make me that intrigued. But whatever…

• Tomoki: He’s too similar to Izumi when it comes to me depicting him as both a cook or a lawyer. The politician is perfection for him, but let’s also add the social worker, because he could deal with problematic kids and families? And he could also be a model for children in that way, but on a less popular scale, of course.

• Kouji and Kouichi. God Lord, I can’t really think about anything. I’m doomed. I love Kouichi as a doctor and I can’t see any other job fitting him. Instead, Kouji could be a florist too and that’s it *shrugs*. I just believe he could be a florist while being a backpack traveller, at the beginning of the carreer at least. Where would he find money ??? Kouji????

Yes Anon, I wasn’t the right person to send this ask to💕💕💕, but thank you for the ask. I’ve tried.

So,upon listening to the full versions of KAGAYAKI Don’t Forget! and Sugar Sugar Yummy Yummy Parfait,here are my thoughts :

KAGAYAKI Don’t Forget -> Sugar Sugar Yummy Yummy Parfait

Ok,here’s my actual reviews: level of whiplash on these two songs is UNREAL,like how do we go from soft bittersweet but still happy thank you song to the kind of music that plays at a maid cafe (i imagine at least)?? Like SSYYP in general surprised me,in my mind it was going to be something upbeat like Zensoku Dreamer or even Wachu Gonna Do but no,it’s just cute and chill which honestly is really nice - something else that is extra nice about it imo is the SAXOPHONE,like have we ever had saxophone in a Love Live song? If not can we have MORE?? Also KAGAYAKI Don’t Forget! is nice as well - but ngl I don’t think I’ll listen to it often bc it’ll be hard to get through without getting emotional,kinda like Miracle Ring or Thank You Friends!! for me…not much else to say but AUGH T~T my bbies,,

Maria x Gareth for the ship meme!

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… - @dontcxckitup

Who’s the cuddler?

Maria definitely. One of Maria's love languages is touch and once she's you're in her sights as a friend/romantic partner/familial relation she will absolutely cuddle.

I think it's a bit different with Maria and Gareth though because of Gareth, her touches are softer and more under the radar, she tempers her affection, changes how it comes out of her. I think it's also hard to cuddle when you're both reading but they do try. I think in bed, or on holiday is probably a big exception to this because I think they cuddle a lot in those situations. I think Maria is often the big spoon or like she holds Gareth.

Who makes the bed?

Gareth, because of the army and Maria lets him. She tried for a while but it was never quite straight enough so she decided to take care of a different chore.

Who wakes up first?

I think both of them are up early for work. On the weekends/holidays I think it depends what's gone on the night before. Maria does like a lazy lie in. So it's probably Gareth.

Who has the weird taste in music?

Maria. Though Maria says it's all relative.

Who is more protective?

They've both been through so much I think they're both protective over each other in different ways. Maria is very protective over Gareth's personal space and him looking after himself because nobody not even Gareth is otherwise.

In general though they're both protective over the other and they would absolutely fight for each other if the occasion called for it, and jump in front of bullets and all that.

Who sings in the shower?

Maria sings in general anyway so Gareth can definitely hear her singing over the radio when she's in the shower.

Who cries during movies?

Maria a thousand percent. She cries pretty easily at movies because she's got such a romantic heart.

Who spends the most while out shopping?

Both, not excessively but I imagine they both buy each other presents, probably in the form of books. I think when they go book shopping together they're incorrigible. They come back with a ridiculous pile and are going to have to enforce a rule to limit how many they're allowed to buy.

Who kisses more roughly?

Neither I think they're both passionate but it's a soft sort of passion, even if they entertain anything like tying up/being tied up it's still soft.

Who is more dominant?

I feel like this is equal, both know how to put their foot down, both know how to be stubborn and Maria will absolutely go into ferocious agent mode if it means protecting Gareth, even from himself. - If we're talking in terms of the bedroom I think it's an equal split again and I still think it's more passionate and soft than anything like.... degrading.

My rating of the ship from 1-10.

1 millllliiiiioooonnnnnnn - I just adore how this ship has evolved. It's really blossomed between them and they have so much in common but are also still different enough. They're such precious bbies and I'm so excited for some of the ideas we have to come, the angst, the love, the tears, the joy, the jealousy. All of it is just delicious.

Hi dear are you still taking request? If you’re, can I please have a matchup for One Piece and Demon Slayers? Thank you so muchh. ✨💕✨

I’m Fide, she/her pronoun and I’m Bi. 

I have fair skin, black hair, dark eyes and a somewhat childish, naive appearance (Asian you know, we stay young forever.)

I’m an INFP I think? With Cancer sun, Pisces moon and rising, as well as a whole lot water placements in my birth chart. 

Soo, you can guess, I’m your typical water bbi. Highly sensitive, emotional and introverted. My daily routine includes crying and overthinking. I’m usually compassionate and playful but my trust issue has trust issues. I tend to keep to myself til I get comfortable around people. Then I’ll become the talkative, passionate, chaotic mess with the weirdest ideas and a concerning sense of humor. I’m the mom/therapist friend that gives out advices I’d never follow. 

I have an eye for beauty (in arts, human and nature) and the other for basically everything in life (I can’t help it, it’s my instinct to observing and perceiving every single details around me). I’m curious and can get excited rather quickly, so I’m eager to learn new things regardless the topics. I loveee literature (enough to go to college for it). Other form of arts and philosophy are also my favorites. I’m not really fond of loud, crowded places. I have the social battery of an iphone 4 you know.

My love language is being your no.1 supporter, and being absolutely random about it. I’ll ask the deepest or most absurd questions at the most random time, be aware.

I hope it’s not too long. Thank you so muchh and hope you have a lovely dayy.🌷💕

Hi Fide! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I am currently up to episode 156 of One Piece, so please keep that in mind while reading this. I hope you like your matchups!

In One Piece, I match you with...

Your sensitive nature is a perfect match for Sanji. He's a naturally emotional person as well so you both know how to interact with each other.

If you start crying, you'd best be prepared to be pampered almost to the point of being smothered. Even if it's just a small matter that's made you cry, Sanji's making your favourite snack/drink and spending as much time with you as you want.

Helps you avoid loud and crowded places. It's pretty hard to find a quiet place when Luffy's around but the kitchen is usually a safe haven. Sanji usually protects that area for himself but you are an exception; you can relax in there as much as you want.

Please show him support. He needs someone in his life that supports him unconditionally and he will do everything in his power to return that favour.

You being with him means more than he can ever explain so Sanji's convinced the least he can do is show you the same level of devotion you show him.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

You and Kanao are very similar in that you're on the quieter side. But while you're open with your emotions, she's a lot more reserved and closed off.

You can help her open up and with time she will, especially around you. She wants to let you know what she's thinking and feeling but it will take a while to break down the walls she's built up.

Kanao likes it when you ask random questions. She doesn't always have an answer but she thinks it's a cute quirk. Just don't question why she was laying awake half the night thinking about your questions…

She’s not a huge fan of crowds or loud places so she’ll happily help you avoid those places. If it’s unavoidable, she’ll hold your hand the whole time so you both have comfort.

Kanao values your support greatly. She's still learning how to make her own decisions and live her life the way she wants so your support and care is very good for her.

Not complaining or anything but my observation is that Helen especially home with Simon seems to be one horny af girl and honestly can't say i blame her but then there's him because of who she can't bother to be even dressed so they're as bad as each other... I suppose it's also got something to do with the life they live so bbies gotta make the most out of it

when they're home, how often are they at it? genuinely curious 😁😁

I’m not sure 😂 I’ve not really thought about it. but I’ll leave that up to you all to decide 🤍

Why havnt i unfollowed? *Unrolls scroll*

You're so sweet and nice? A sweetheart? And so smart and cool?! I barely know any robotics so listening to you talk about them or any of your other interests make brain go brr??

And you find the most on point of memes!?

You're willingness to dive into different w.i.p or works and parkour around them is so motivational and encouraging??

Im love your blorbos? Blorbi in law!

And i love you, you're adorable and id wanna give you a crushing bear hug (but i wont cause you bbi)

🥺 Piiiiiiiiidgeeeeeeeeeee 💜💜💜 you said I’m nice 😭😭 I’m so worried I come off as detached some days I cannot stress how happy I am I am doggo you said I’m NICE —

I have so many interests :’D I’ll have to share some of the wilder stories, especially since I was in High School AND Middle School Robotics(actually was part of the FIRST MS team 😌) glad to know I haven’t been boring about those stories though haha

Oh, if Tumblr wasn’t adamant on one video only per post I have some great TikToks I would share 😂 plus when I can’t find writer memes, I can and will make my own

I mean, that’s what’s nice about Ao3 though and the community. I…I never really know if I can or will finish something, y’know? I’m always filled with ideas and daydreams and characters and plots, but since I never thought I could finish one I just let them build up and up. Now that I’ve chased off that fear(eh, 85% of the way) I feel a lot better, and I’m so much happier sharing my weird ass worlds and OCs. Like, the whole point of this is to make ourselves happy, it’s our sandbox and we can build whatever we want - as far as we want - however we want! Do the parkour Pidge! Let nothing stop you!!

And so nice to know you don’t mind the Blorbos :’3 from homemade to what I’ve found in canon works, I have many to offer XD

Gimme the hug! I can take it!! >:D

I need to leave my horny thoughts with someone and I chose you to be my victim but like am I the only one who goes absolutely feral over the thought of aftercare. Like I look at characters like scaramouche with the urge to absolute ruin him but like I want to take care of him too. I give him many kisses mwah mwah.

God damn it I'm so fucking gay

♡︎ 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ♡︎

Characters: sub!scaramouche x dom!gn!reader

Warnings: like i always make my reader’s nb so everyone can feel included i do say cock but it can be thought of as a strap on too, hair pulling, crying, a bit of blood, mirror-fucking (kind of), a bit of dumbification, feminization, marking, a bit of a creampie ig???

and as a tradition no proof read, we die like a true horny mfs

Notes: and i will happily be the victim nonnie😌but yeah sameee. i’m more of a gentle dom but i don’t mind being mean sometimes(only with consent tho) and the aftercare would be just me spoiling the shit outta my bbies. also i tried head cannons for this ask. hope u don’t mind nonnie luv😚💓

oh scara scara scara

my favorite lovely brat

rough him up a bit he srsly wouldn’t mind it

mark him all up. the little whore wouldn’t mind showing off who he belongs to and who belongs to him

bite his neck, leave hickeys, bruise him up, and if the hickeys and love marks are starting to disappear, force him down and suck on the same spot

when you force him to sit still on your lap while marking him for long enough the little brat won’t hesitate to start grinding his needy neglected cock on your thighs

and when he feels nice and wants to be babied and spoiled by you, he would wear cute short pastel skirts and crop tops, a lace lingerie of your favorite color and favorite style

would lift up his tiny skirt to show you the see through lacy panties he chose and would ask “do i look pretty, love?”

pls spoil him, he needs it and definitely craves it even though he doesn’t say anything

buy him nice lingerie, accessories to go with it, clothes, spoil him, fuck him how he wants it

when you give him the gifts you got him or show him the tiniest bit of affection like goodbye kisses he just melts

put light make up on him just to watch as everything rolls down his face while his slutty hole gets absolutely wrecked by you

pull on his hair and make him watch himself get fucked stupid on the mirror opposite of your bed that you may or may not have put there purposely just for this reason

poor little scaramouche is so red and embarrassed of how you’re fucking his tiny self so good and deep to the point even a belly bulge is seen

he would whine and sob sooo prettily

“hic f-fuck me… mmoohre! pleashhee… i-i’ll be good hnng-ghh i’ll be shoshosho good! promishee”

and if you wanna leave him completely fucked out to the point he can’t even think of a single plea then press the cute belly bulge

baby boy would start trashing around with eyes blown wide and heart shaped pupils<3

“g-gAAANHHGG NO! NO NO NO! D-DON’T TOUCH ME THE-AAUUNNNGGH♡︎♡︎“

the prettiest crier fr fr😌

mouth open with his tongue lolling out, put your fingers in his mouth and gently pull on his tongue, it makes him cum right then and there on the spot

slowly but deeply fuck him, his eyes would turn into heart pupils real quick with his red eyeliner running down

make him suck your fingers, he has a bit of a hand kink, especially if you’re taller or your hand has some noticeable scars or/and blisters

heavily making out with him while turning his mind into a mushy mess has him whining and sobbing out so freely and loudly

LOUD and i cannot say this enough

would be even louder if you were to gently nibble on his lower lip and accidentally cause it to bleed

keep filling his cute slutty hole until he’s a sobbing mess who can’t even focus his eyes on you with his heart shaped pupils<3

but always be sure to take good care of him afterwards

since he’s short and a puppet i’m pretty sure he doesn’t weigh that much so manhandle him

princess carry your precious boy and have a nice refreshing bath with him, his mushy brain and marked body would enjoy the feeling

and always cuddling and a nice pillow talk where you just praise him and call him your good boy, your sweet prince is a must or else the brat will pout and ignore you in the morning🙄

hold him close to you while you both drift off to sleep

he’d have the cutest, pleased small smile🥹

“hnng - lub you too♡︎” —> his words not mine

Hello everyone this is one of my new bbies that I’ve been enjoying playing as of late. Below the cut is just some small info on him and the backstory I’m giving for him! If you read it, thanks for taking the time! 

“ Because I’m the devil who’s searching for redemption.” 

full name: Cody Garrett Runnels 

birthday: 35 yrs old - June 30, 1985 

hometown: Atlanta Georgia 

Currently resides: Atlanta Georgia 

relationship status: currently going through a divorce. 

children: 1. Liberty Iris Runnels - 1 yr old. 

animals: Cody took Pharaoh in the divorce with Brandi. 

backstory/info: So to most looking in Cody was having one of the best years of his life, he had this epic WrestleMania return, the fans were loving him again (at least on the WWE side of things lmfao), he had the picture perfect family, the typical “american dream” but it eventually came crashing down when Cody found himself in an affair with another worker in the business (doesn’t have to be a wrestler, could be an OC). Cody had never planned on divorcing his wife or even telling her of his digressions but he eventually had no choice but to be honest with Brandi once the person he was having an affair with ended up pregnant. It tore his family completely apart and Brandi wanted nothing to do with him from that point on, the two still co-parent for their daughter Libby but Cody now struggles with the consequences of his own actions. 

So Cody is open for all kinds of plots and what not, I love writing so I’m always down for that! Ships are always chemistry based for me just because it wouldn’t be fair to try and force anything on me and I wouldn’t wanna do that to someone else either. So if you are interested at all in being apart of Cody’s story, just give this a like and I’ll come to you for plotting! 

how do i keep missing new dms. apparently i have more than 5 unread ones 😭😭 i’m sorry bbies i’ll get to them soon <3

🌟 Anti? Or Vanitas?

🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟

Thanks so much for sending in! I'll do both! Haha! Let me tell you bout my Dark bbies!

~ Anti ~

Anti can travel through mirrors. It can jump in and out of them, using them to travel between rooms, buildings, worlds and even Universes.

Anti can talk to other Heartless! The sound It makes is a chittering/growly sort of noise, much like a velociraptor

Anti knows who It used to be. It has all of Sora's memories, only they've become dark and twisted in Its mind.

Anti has a soft spot for Roxas. He is probably the only one out there who's generally safe around It.

Anti is very observant. It watches people from the shadows and learns things about them, things It can use against them.

Anti yearns for a Heart. It devours them in hopes It can one day find one to fill the void within itself. It can hear the beating of a heart and listens to it like it's music.

Anti likes to play with Its victims so that It can hear the music of their heart for longer before It rips it from them.

While Anti can't read minds, It speaks in ways that often makes Its victims think It can. The truth is, It just listens to the beating of their heart and uses what knowledge It has gained against them. The more It knows you, the worse off you are and It knows more than It should.

Anti is afraid of Keyblades. It hates them as much as It fears them. They hurt to look at, they hurt to touch and they are a painful reminder of what It once was.

Anti is always smiling. If It ever stops smiling in your vicinity, something very terrible is about to happen to you. It smiles and laughs to confuse the people around It.

~ Vanitas ~

Vanitas hates Ventus for not finishing him off. He hates all the lights for letting him continue to exist and that's something he won't ever forgive them for.

That being said, Vanitas does genuinely want what Ventus has. He's jealous of him and the others and their lives and happy memories. All he has is pain and hatred.

Emotions and feelings are very confusing for him. He experiences them in their raw, most visceral forms and with his new lease on life, this leads to panic attacks, anxiety, terror and often, blind rage.

Despite the hurtful and hateful things he says and does, Vanitas longs for the others to accept him, to look at him with something other than distrust.

He gets frustrated easily while trying to learn how to live, because he is trying. But he lacks patience with himself. Failure was always punished with pain and torture in his life.

He doesn't know how to read or write. Riku is teaching him.

He could 100% be a Keyblade Master, but taking tests is for losers with no faith in themself. He knows how good and capable he is and that's good enough for him.

When he was given clothing, Vanitas stood naked in his given room for a long time, just holding his shirt and looking at himself. Seeing himself for the first time without the armour and mask. He hates himself and what he saw in the mirror, but there was something in receiving clothes for the first time.

He fully expects to be cast out of the tower at any given moment. He fully expects the others to turn on him at every second and the only one he trusts implicitly is Ventus. Don't ask him why. He couldn't tell you.

Vanitas has always thought that mercy was weakness. But now that he's been shown it, he has doubts about his own beliefs. Every time someone tries to teach him something new, despite how he knows they feel about him, he wonders if maybe, Master Xehanort was wrong about it.

Ahhhh! I love sharing headcanons! Thank you so much for sending in!

੭ ˚ ROYAL SECRETS WITHIN THE HOUSE OF OMERTA.

⊹ --- BEFORE ENTERING THE HOUSE OF OMERTA.

𖤐 like i’ve stated multiple times, my blog is an nsfw + dark content blog. (also sfw) meaning minors + ageless blogs get the hell out !! <3 + you must have your age somewhere on ur acc to indicate that you aren’t a minor !!

𖤐 i talk A LOT. whether it’s about school, random interests, just plain stupid and boring shit, etc! please keep this in mind when following n interacting w me, as i am very talkative at times

𖤐 please do not spam like my posts otherwise you’ll get blocked. sorry not sorry. (5x in a row without reblogging or commenting), do not bring discourse here, most importantly do not bother sending hate asks. it will be deleted.

𖤐 you can most definitely send an ask to be mutuals and i’ll check your page just in case! but please do not be forceful w me when asking.

𖤐 i’m a little slow n stupid, if you want to break the mutual or i make you uncomfortable please feel free to hard-block me. i’m slow n i can’t tell if i’ve been soft blocked, so please feel free 2 hard-block me so we don’t make things awkward between the both of us

𖤐 i age up some of the characters i write for. if that doesn’t satisfy you, then don’t interact with my blog completely and just block me

𖤐 like i said, there are times where i post leaks, spoilers, blah blah n all that other crap, so be cautious about that

𖤐 i can guarantee that i have a very broken posting schedule, so requests may not be done immediately as sometimes i get overwhelmed. so, please don’t take it the wrong way when you see that i haven’t fulfilled your request yet. i just have a very unstable posting schedule ! keep that in mind but i will try my very best to do your requests + thirsts !

𖤐 english is not my first language so sometimes my grammar can be messed up at times, don’t pay too much attention on my terrible grammar guys i’m working on it !!

𖤐 i openly interact with dark content and nsfw content, i will tag them if needed.

⊹ --- DO NOT ENTER THE HOUSE OF OMERTA.

𖤐 absolutely do not interact with me if you’re a ZIONIST, a minor (obvi), homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, misogynistic, fit the rest of the basic dni criteria, send hate asks / spread hate for literally no reason, or you’re just a rude person in general. in this blog, my blog = my rules. i’m willing to block anyone who oversteps my boundaries or make me feel uncomfortable or sends me unnecessary hate. i kindly ask for you guys to respect me as a whole, that’s all i’m asking for.

𖤐 absolutely don’t interact if you support isr𝟒𝐞𝐥

⊹ --- ROYAL ETIQUETTE. ( rules for requests )

𖤐 once again i am a multifandom blog, i write for multiple fandoms (honkai star rail, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock mostly + maybe chainsaw man genshin impact + bungo stray dogs also) my requests are open at the moment, thirsts are always opened so i prefer if you send more thirsts than requests.

𖤐 WHAT I ABSOLUTELY WON’T WRITE — gore, scat, necrophilia, noncon (everything i write is strictly consensual.) foot fetish, armpit fetish, vomit, and vore as well.

𖤐 some dark content things i may write is stepcest, consensual somno, “yandere”/ obsessive themes etc etc. i’ll be sure to tag a few things as well to let you guys know.

𖤐 and that’s about it. go crazy with your requests + thirsts as long as they aren’t detailed or they don’t go against what i’ve written above. it is encouraged that you ask first if you’re unsure about something!thank you for reading this far ! a hug 4 u !!

thank you for reading bbies ! here is my masterlist

Introduction

Inflation and the economy are factors that affect the lives of everyone, whether it be through the cost of groceries, rent, real estate, transportation, and even recreational activities, the rising prices of which have reached such extremities that currently remain unavoidable no matter the sector of market. Awareness on the simple matter of inflation doesn’t require a great deal of expertise, as it just about concerns everybody now. Inflation has evolved into a people’s issue, as it is only bearing more impact on people mentally and physically, and the lifestyles they live. With the increase of groups of people involved and affected by rising prices, comes the copious standpoints, explanations, and different issues that inflation and financial crisis beget. As you can take the people’s perspective, and how inflation is affecting North American citizens and their lifestyles, consider government and political action towards it, the concerns and circumstances of grocers and proprietors, and how they’re managing business with frequent fluctuations, or even the more economical side, where experts reference the stock market, patterns in correlation with the printing of money, and past fiscal crises. With a broad range in perspective, I’m quite confident I’ll be able to gather a respectable roster of articles over the next few months that’ll produce interesting and thorough analyses. I’m also personally curious myself to see what will happen economically, and how it’ll continue to render consequences for North Americans, and even myself. My knowledge on inflation isn’t too extensive, exceptions being made for the occasional rants from my family members and BBI teacher from last semester, but the knowledge I do have is of course from the consumer’s or citizen’s perspective, and I’m looking forward to diversifying this.