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monty-glasses-roxy · 3 days

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the mini music men helping her with hair and makeup is a charming mental image thank u for inspiring it

Thank you for sharing it!

Now imagine one of them sat on her head guiding her like Ratattouille!

Or she loses her eyes and there's a team of them guiding her with music boxes and cymbal crashes! She gets put in time out and they all start a prison break mission to get her out again without anyone seeing. Roxy carrying one or two around like teddy bears and there's some that like sitting on her shoulders. Roxy howls into the vents and about six of them show up to come hang out. One of them collects little buttons or bottle tops or something and Roxy stashes any she finds through the day to give to them later. They stomp around in the vents to get her attention and wave at her through the vent coverings during the day and it makes her smile. They spend a good while in Bonnie Bowl when no one's around trying to find ways for the Minis to be able to play when they're not strong enough to even lift the ball, and now they're taking over the alley every other week to have a bowling battle royale.

Roxy gets to give them makeovers too with various paints and stickers and stuff they find. She's like their paint stylist to them! They stand on one of those rotating cake displays or an improvised pottery wheel and she spins them on it for funsies and also as she works on painting them how they want

And they can hide in her hair for moral support if she's really nervous about something... and trying to keep them hidden from staff can be pretty funny! Roxy once hid one of them by whacking a lampshade on them and pretending the bulb on this lamp had gone. They're still incredibly confused how that actually worked lmao

They know all of the gossip too. Roxy can see through walls and the Minis are in the vents literally everywhere, they can talk for hours about the kind of things that go on in a day lmao. And the Minis are immune to the flash of the Fazcam! Roxy steals borrows Monty's glasses and they have a photoshoot in the Salon for funsies!

Can you tell how much I love them because I really do love them sdhfd

#sorry I had to add more there's just so much for them and I love them for it #there's 393 of them and roxy knows every single one of their names and can recognise them at a glance #anyone else can't tell who's who and knows maybe four names from Roxy mentioning them more often at maximum #DJ knows them all too though! he's part of the army as well!#395 strong! lmao sdfdsfs #pop rox answers #roxanne wolf #fnaf security breach #mini music man #mini music men #lil music man #THEY'RE ALL GETTING TAGGED LOOK AT THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND SEE HOW GOOD THEY ARE #hisdiffsfds she's been Adopted by the Swarm sdfdsf

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v-arbellanaris · 9 months

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so fuckin late i just found out abt the matt healy nonsense and im fuckin disassociating bro x

#decades of work by grassroots organisers just to get the extremists to look away and pay no mind to queer people #so they can just fucking live. when public canings and beatings and jail time STILL HAPPENS for being queer bc it's listed as a crime #imagine doing that shit in a country where the rec 'treatment' for being gay is conversion therapy #imagine doing that. putting that spotlight on the thousands of people who are just barely surviving by relying on living in the shadows #while they chip away at the social constraints impeding progress bit by bit. imagine doing that. saying that. and then fucking off home #and ignoring all the homophobia and transphobia in YOUR country because it doesn't matter presumably bc its Worse when its nasty brown ppl #going BACK to your own homophobic transphobic country. leaving the thousands of people left exposed by that limelight.#im not even going to touch on ''im taking your money'' and the inherently disgusting colonialist bullshit in that #expecting him to donate to local queer charities is too much when he's a piece of shit #but jfc. and all his fucking insane fans going queer malaysians who have to live w the consequences of matt's actions who complain abt that #are suffering from internalised homophobia & i have no sympathy for you #firstly. queer malaysians saying 'stop - this is not advocacy it's actively threatening us' is not internalised homophobia #secondly. explain why you have no sympathy for queer people with internalised homophobia.#like. explain. as if we weren't all questioning and struggling. as if we come out of the womb just lucky enough to Know without a doubt.#as if we dont exist in societies and families that shape us into something we're not until we can't recognise ourselves #like explain why you have no sympathy for your fellow queers and act like they're the enemy. explain why you're siding with some cishet #trash white man actively endangering brown qpoc in the THOUSANDS in a drunken fit on stage. over the qpoc actually affected by this.#explain it. go on.#fucking sickeningggg it's SICKENING #tbd

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welcometogrouchland · 9 months

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*twirling my hair* do you like cassandra cain? if not, do u have a moment to hear about our lord and saviour cassandra cain?

CASSANDRA CAIN MY LOVE!!! She's definitely the batgirl I've read the most in terms of full issues, the first 30-ish issues of her solo by Kelly Puckett Scott Peterson and Damion Scott had me hooked and I binged them but fell off after Horrocks came on (nothing against him, he was just given an editorial mandate to make the book more romance focused and it turned me off because it felt so ooc for Cass to me lol. I do own some of the issues he wrote tho! I like the ones with art by Rick Leonardi). I'm not really caught up with modern comics (ish??) And I'm not reading anything dedicatedly but I hear she's in a new original book teaming up with a magic user? Neat! Good for her. I love her in the shadow of the batgirl graphic novel (IT'S SO GOOD)

#ramblings of a lunatic #asks #^ sorry had to be tistic about things for a minute #i loved damion scotts artwork for her solo series sm (especially the later moee stylized stuff even though i recognise how bonkers-#-the proportions are i can't help myself. i like women and i love stylised art like that)#his stuff was surprisingly influential on my own art. idk how much it shows these days but It's There #this hasn't mentioned anything about what i love about cass as a character but like. it's the same as most people who love her man #i love her self destructive dedication to redemption i love the guilt she's saddled with-#-and how it's juxtaposed with her committment to kindness and justice i love how she's the fucking best and she knows it #i love how the relationship between her and oracle was an intergenerational mentorship between two disabled women #and her gay ass bond with stephanie (who in all fairness may be my fav batgirl???-#-but I've also read wayyy less complete issues of her compared to cass due to the differences in how their respective series' are-#-formatted but like. what i have seen i tend to love. i love u stephanie)#but also dear god i do not wanna get reeled back in because nothing the industry ever does will please me the way the ideas in my head do #and I'm constantly at war with myself reading stuff #also it's just hard to get back in when you've been gone with a while it's all just very difficult #but i am rotating cass and stephanie in my brain like a microwave waiting for someone to explode #plenty of people smarter than me have already said this but cass should team up with jason and they should both seethe #he wants to kill. she keeps breaking his bones if he tries it. they're both brushing each others philosophies off bc of where they exist-#-on the batfamily ''kill/no kill'' binary even though they share similarities of wanting to be batman but Better #(jason via controlling crime and killing criminals and her with her ultimate dedication to the symbol and superior combat skills)#(also keep in mind i just watched utrh but haven't read a rhato comic in yonks. so if this is an outdated jason characterization+#-then whoopsie <3)#Jason's dedicated to pushing buttons and poking holes in batmans philosophy and cass is great at reading ppl-#-and sometimes in her series she then performs a limited psychoanalysis of them and tears them apart #(at least she did for shiva) I'd love to see her do that to jason. break him so i can tape his sad lil ass back together #this is getting away from me. anyway no need to proselytise. I'm a former alter boy round here

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crabussy · 11 months

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RRARAAAAAAAAAUUAUUAAGHHHHH

#ITS 12AM AND I HAVE BIG EXAMS TOMORROW #and people are taking my lighthearted post far too seriously and claiming some pretty awful things about my intentions #???????? I'm just some 17 year old who thought housetrucks were interesting #and recognised that they're likely the only kind of accommodation I'd be able to afford once I'm an adult #like YEAH YOUR POINTS ABOUT ROMANI APPROPRIATION ARE VALID and I am willing to listen. I know its frustrating #but also I've looked into the history of housetrucks within nz and the people who first built them?#they just built them out of necessity. not to mimic or romanticise romani suffering. I can't find any mention of romani inspiration #I SPECIFICALLY included photos of NZ HOUSETRUCKS ONLY and not romani wagons or similar because #a lot of new zealanders live poorly and have to resort to that lifestyle. SOME new zealanders live in housetrucks just because they can #but I guarantee you it is a very small amount because they're extremely inefficient and dangerous to live in #the only reason I was posting about them with such excitement is because I'm ecstatic about maybe being able to afford a home before I'm 40 #ranting about this in the tags and not in a reblog because goddd dude I don't want to look like some racist prick or something #to the person who reblogged the housetruck post with the stuff I'm talking about #if you're looking through my blog for whatever reason #I understand what you're saying but man that wasn't my intention at all #I'm a burnt out mentally ill IB student who made that post to cope with escapism #I didn't make it to erase romani lives or your culture I just made it because I need a hope for a liveable future #houses in new zealand usually cost over a million dollars I literally just want to look forward to living somewhere #warning bells in my mind right now please please don't twist my words it's 12am and I'm stressed out of my mind #god I feel awful I need to sleep #sick of being on the internet I am so so careful to be as respectful and careful as I can about topics #only to be accused of using gentrifying dogwhistles to appropriate a marginalised group of people ?????#for sharing photos of new zealand specific housetrucks and calling them 'kiwi culture'#I did not mean 'kiwi culture' as in 'invented by and owned by new zealanders'#I meant it in the same way that fish and chips are 'kiwi culture'. obviously we didn't invent either of those things. they just happen to b #a regular part of aotearoa life. RARHRHGHHH #fuck man I'm too worked up over this I never meant to be shitty or appropriate anything I just like housetrucks #I'm going to be a wreck tomorrow I'm too anxious to sleep #so sorry to anyone who bothered to read all of this #just needed. somewhere to put it

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psy-ay-ay · 4 months

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one piece ep 378. i can't

#maybe i will come back to say something when i am not blinded by tears #they really said let the camaraderie sink in while you watch them celebrating with binks no sake as background music #it's just how is the author expressing everything while expressing almost nothing it's just so atmospheric it's so familial #isn't it wonderful to have nakama #okay i really can't #i love them all so fucking much #straw hat pirates #one piece #ep 378 #it's luffy saying he heard it from shanks and the others #it's robin recognising the song #music is so <3 #sanji and zoro :'))))#nami and chopper sitting by zoro :'))#luffy bringing zoro booze so that he wakes right up because it's his favourite #i'm crying so hard rn #and i haven't even watched the tiny laboon yet #this fucking show man. ugh humans and their stories ugh love ugh found family and belongingness and memories #cool one piece live watch tag placeholder

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akhmatowa · 8 months

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Hatecrimed by Amazonprime again 😔

#re: the second playlist #man can't i just live in denial in peace 😔😔😔#what is this picture. who are these people i don't recognise them actually #deepfake alert photoshop alert fake news alert #masha.txt

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zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta · 8 months

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just got home from seeing a theater production of Mary Poppins with my mum-- it was really cool!! I've never watched the movie through the whole way so I've had no idea how half of the movie goes for over two decades, now I can at least saw I know :'D but man it was really fantastic, from the choreography to the harness theatrics (the way the guy walked UP the wall and upside down across the roof was really smoothly done, as was the fly-by over the audience at the end-- I didn't realise the tracks went quite that far out past the stage!) to the set design (god I could talk about this for hours; one my favourites was a background screen painted to look like the room was tilted back at a wide angle, but the best was the main house display which was quite literally full of layers-- every number it was used in there was another way the actors could pass through it and it was cool af like "man there's ANOTHER pathway below the staircase??" or when a panel flipped on the mantlepiece to swap props out and it's like "I couldn't even see that there WAS a panel there!!"... incredibly detail-dense and I loved pondering how most of them tick)..................... like man it was all so good I can't even, it was real fun to watch and I bet it was an interesting one to perform from an actor or stagehand's perspective /////// also loved that when the bird lady finished her last solo before the end, she got a loud enthusiastic "WOOOOOOOOO" from one part of the audience which was really sweet, she probably got the biggest applause of the night aside from the lead lol

#MAN I just love art #I've always been a visual artist but I get so moved by stage performances that it makes me wonder-#-if I was secretly a theater kid all along and just missed my calling lmao #I absolutely loved drama class back in school and it looks so fun down there that I can't help watching all of the background characters to #so much effort and practice even for those in the back and I'd love for that to be recognised by at least one person in the audience #I'll be that one person!!!!#to be honest I really miss that backstage camaraderie and the anticipation of your part coming up #and how supportive we all were of eachother listening in from the wings like “damn they nailed that! gj!”#and how great it feels when all of these different teams of people come together to make something awesome #I could never do it as a career as with visual art because of like /gestures at everything #but maybe I'd actually be decently happy volunteering just to be able to perform in something again lmao #haulaupost #mary poppins #not a tag I'd ever thought I'd tag! this has been a year of firsts lmao

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positivelybeastly · 5 months

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All of my life I spent searching the words Of poets and saints and prophets and kings And now at the end all I know that I’ve learned Is that all that I know is I don’t know a thing So easy to close off Place the blame outside Hiding in my room at night So terrified All the things I could have been But I never had the nerve Life and love I don’t deserve So all right, all right I’ve had my time Close my eyes Let the death bells chime Bury me in burgundy I just don’t care Nothing’s left I looked everywhere Is this how I die? Was there ever any other way my life could be? Is this how I die? Such a storm of feelings inside of me? But then why am I screaming? Why am I shaking? Oh God, was there something that I missed? Did I squander my divinity? Was happiness within me the whole time?

#outofmuffins #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #verse: the irredeemable beast #verse: the ground beneath us is alive but are we?#God this song is just so achingly Hank as he grows older.#Feeling so very much like he's wasted his entire life and never achieved what he owed the world - what he owed himself.#Feeling like he knows so little for a man so smart.#Feeling like he's squandered every chance at love he's ever had.#Because he was afraid.#Because he let himself get in his own way.#And that's not even getting into wanting to wake up from what feels like a living death of misery and pain and a half-a-life.#In his darker sadder moments he feels as though he's trapped inside a monster. A husk. A monstrosity.#Trapped inside a body he doesn't recognise doesn't know doesn't love.#Feeling as though he could have been so many things and he closed the door on so many of them with every impulsive decision.#Going all the way back to turning himself blue.#What could he have been? Who could he have been?#And as he turns cold and dead inside he knows he's doing it at breakneck speed but he can't stop.#Who could he have been? Anyone but this.

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bisquid · 9 months

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Wait wait you can't just drop that off and not elaborate. What do you mean is there a mafia presence in Wales?? Please spill, what things did you notice??

Okay so bearing in mind that I have ADHD and Chronic Terrible Observational Skills:

I am in Cardiff

For a concert I am attending solo

Doors open at 5

4:15 ish I go 'hmm I should eat something'

Cardiff is - unsurprisingly, being tiny and yet home to FOUR concert venues - Very Busy

Find McDonald's

McDonald's is very full. I recall my last concert related McDick's experience, and promptly bounce

Directly across the street

Is an Italian restaurant

It looks closed but fuckit maybe I can beg for like. Bread or some shit

Go over

Am immediately pounced upon by the hitherto unnoticed chain-smoking woman hanging out by the door mostly hidden by a potted ficus(?)

"I was wondering if you were open and if-" "yes yes we are open what would you like?" (strongish Italian accent)

Inside restaurant is Deserted

Explain that I'm sort of in a rush, am assured it's fine

Order chicken milanese which is generally a pasta dish with a breaded chicken component

Am led to seat nearish the front and promptly provided with a pint of coke in a glass tankard

Am then provided with a front row seat to an absolutely incomprehensible series of people entering and exiting (and in one case walking directly into) the door to what I can only presume is the kitchen

Starting with the guy who had been sitting at a table chain-smoking over a pile of papers

I counted at least three people exiting at least twice without actually entering in between

Am finally brought food

It is a breaded, butterflied chicken breast approximately the size of my face and a small pile of pasta approximately the size of my fist

It is all delicious

Chain-smoking papers man reappears, now wearing a chef's apron labcoat thing

Go up to pay, chain-smoking ficus lady is now having a very loud argument in a language I did not recognise but was not Italian Welsh English French russian Gaelic or Spanish

She sees me, says, and I quote 'ah little girl lost, one moment' and promptly hangs up

I am 27 and only nominally female

I am not remotely lost

She charges me for the pint of coke but not the food

I try to point out that she hasn't charged me for the food

'do you want to pay for the food?'

'.... Not if I don't have to?'

'good'

I leave. The door is now full of half a dozen very tall very Italian men and one absolutely adorable cocker spaniel

I ask if I can pet the dog (I have my priorities straight okay)

I am allowed to pet the dog. The dog and I are now best friends

The dog lead holder asks me in extremely accented but impeccably correct English if I had enjoyed the food

'yeah it was great!'

Everyone laughs a bit

I smile and pet the dog and realise I'm now late for the concert and hurry off

I see a post on Tumblr about mob fronts and several connections are made in my brain all at once

#i have impeccable observational skills #but only in hindsight #or if it's wildlife

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kitkatscabinet · 6 months

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Don't feed him he'll come back

simon riley x neighbour! reader

summary: The ghost that lives in your apartment is a solitary man, people tend to stay out of his way, giving him a wide berth. You can't help but think he seems a little bit lonely, cue pestering him with bad jokes and food.

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There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment block. Though it feels more accurate to say he’s an occasional visitor. He comes and goes, like a lost spirit, unsure and aimlessly wandering. He slinks silently through the hallways like a wraith in the few instances when he is there.

The first time you see him is just a glimpse from the corner of your eye, a large hulking shadow standing at the door next to your apartment as you step out from yours.

Your feet stutter to a stop, the landlord had mentioned a neighbour but in the 3 months you’d lived there you’d never seen him. As if sensing your eyes lingering curiously on his form, deep brown eyes turn to meet yours. You can make out no other details of his face, the black material of his balaclava obscuring most of his features.

A century could have passed in those few seconds and you doubt you’d have noticed. Despite the weariness in his gaze, you found yourself pulled into the deep pools of those stunning eyes. Like a predator, his gaze never moves from your body, even as you offer him a friendly smile and wave before walking down the hall to continue your day.

You’d heard the uneasily whispered tales of the Ghost that haunted the apartment next to yours from some of the older tenants, though you’d never put much stock into the idle gossip. His burning gaze bores into your back and follows until the doors of the elevator close and you suppose you should feel intimidated.

It’s hard to conjure up any such feelings, even with the knowledge of the wariness he elicits in others. It’s hard to fear the hulking figure of the Ghost when he had such sad eyes.

He hid it well but you recognised the loneliness that lined his shoulders, the bone-deep exhaustion for life that managed to slip through tiny cracks in his self-imposed shield.

You suppose at that moment that even Ghosts can be haunted.

Maybe that’s why you found yourself knocking on his door later that evening with the tray of pasta bake. Initially, you’d made a large batch to have a few days left over for yourself. Yet just as you opened your fridge you’d hesitated, mind flashing to the man next door. Did he have any food for himself? There was likely nothing fresh, and he’d seemed too exhausted to pull himself to the grocery store during the brief encounter earlier.

Donning your Crocs, you’d marched over and knocked on his door before it properly registered that you were in pyjamas. The door swings open and your eyes trail up, the balaclava is gone, replaced with a simple black face mask letting you glimpse blond hair.

“Sorry if this is a bit intrusive, but I figured you probably didn’t have any food so…” you trailed off, pushing the tray towards him, expectantly waiting for him to grab it. It took a few seconds before he robotically took the tray, probably out of sheer confusion more than anything else. Stepping back before he could return the food you offered one last smile before fleeing to the sanctuary of your apartment.

Two days later you exit your apartment to an empty and cleaned tray, a small note with a simple ‘thank you’ placed within.

His name’s Simon, and apart from an introduction and the occasional dish left at his door, you don’t actually interact with him again until nearly a month later. And that had simply been a case of forced proximity a la broken elevator style.

Simon remained unflappable as ever, and it’s at that moment you decide to try and get a reaction that isn’t stoic silence.

“A bear walks into a bar and says give me a whiskey and …cola” Brown eyes turned to look at you curiously, brow raised to let you know he was listening. “Why the big pause? Asks the bartender. The bear shrugged. I’m not sure, I was born with them.”

The joke doesn’t land, silence is the only reward for your comedy genius. “Ok, playing hardball. Alright then… Why did Susan fall off the swings?” Again, there is no answer, but a glance at his relaxed posture indicates he’s listening. “Because she had no arms.”

No laugh but you blaze ahead.

“Knock knock.” It takes a few seconds but with a playful glare, he responds quietly and with a tinge of amusement.

“Who’s there?” It’s not the first time you’ve heard his voice, but it still births a serious case of butterflies in your gut that takes more than a few seconds to fight down and regain your composure.

“Not Susan.” You can’t stop the peal of your giggles at that one, and while you swear you see the corner of his cheek curve upwards a little it’s not enough for you to be satisfied.

“I can’t believe it’s come to this, but I guess it’s time for the big guns. You better prepare yourself Riley 'cause I’m done holding back.” You pause for a few seconds to let the anticipation settle.

“What is… Whitney Houston’s favourite type of coordination?” You take a deep breath before positively belting out, “HAAAAAAAND-EEEEEYE.” Whether it’s the shock from the sudden musical number or the joke itself you’re finally rewarded with a faint chuckle.

“Aha!” you shout in triumph, a smug grin splitting your face, “I heard that laugh, you can do more scowl!”

The doors suddenly open with a ding and Simon pushes off the wall, but not before rolling his eyes playfully your way. Silence once again descends during the walk to your respective apartments, yet it’s not uncomfortable. Swiping your key card it’s just as you step through the threshold that you hear it,

“Why did the chicken go the seance? To get to the other side.” Whipping your head around, you are met with the sight of his door closing behind his large frame, but a win is a win and you celebrate mentally over the exchange.

The next time you leave a dish at his door it comes with a written joke. Sure enough, a few days later you received one back. The months start to blur, and your Ghost comes and goes, but the jokes remain.

Month three sees you snagging his number, a daily joke sent his way even when he can’t respond. Because as much as Simon Riley tried to hide his hurts from the world, he couldn’t hide them from you.

You’ve loved a soldier before in your brother, can see the signs and smell the gunsmoke and blood from miles away. Apart from his team, it becomes obvious the man has nobody left, and believes he doesn’t deserve to be cared for.

You’re not foolish enough to think you can be that for him, but you are understanding enough to give him the choice. So you continue to send him jokes, puns, pictures of your cat Bingbong and anything that you think will get him to at least smile.

Three months turns to six turns to eight. He’s not physically there most of the time but you take every opportunity he is to coax him from the loneliness of his apartment like a stray kitten.

Once-a-week dinners at least. Freely sharing your life’s story without expecting anything in return. One evening you’d plopped your chunky tuxedo cat down on his lap and watched him freeze, hands hovering with wide eyes as he considered the ball of fur making biscuits on his thigh.

It was cute. He was cute. Even when he whipped around to glare when you took a photo, the corners of his lips downturned and tugged at the scars on his face. His bare face wasn’t necessarily a new sight but it causes your breath to hitch nonetheless.

Something you think he notices given the way his lips quirked up suddenly in a smirk. Rolling your eyes you huffed before plonking yourself down next to him on the couch. Bingbong doesn’t scramble onto your lap like you expect, instead deciding to remain on his new favourite human, traitor.

You pay very little attention to the movie even though you’d chosen it, too acutely focused on the large bulk of Simon next to you. Your shoulder rests against his arm, his body heat emanating from beneath his hoodie and absorbing into your skin.

You’ve never been one to fall asleep during movies, but there’s something about Simon’s presence that soothes you, lulling you into a restful slumber as you slump against his chest. Bingbong meows his discontent as you accidentally squish him, jumping away with a huff, none of which you notice.

It’s the sun shining straight onto your face through the open blinds that wakes you the next morning, a groan of confusion leaving your lips as you stretch and look around to orient yourself.

Sitting up, the blanket that you just now realised covered your form fell down to your waist. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes your phone falls to the floor when you stand, the screen flicking on to display the time.

It’s not until you sleepily stumble into your bedroom, plugging your nearly dead phone in and face-planting onto your pillow that you realise Simon must have tucked you in. The smile that covers your face is so wide it is painful and you fall asleep once more, dreaming of the phantom sensation of his arms wrapped around you.

#x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod

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anantaru · 23 days

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. boothill always needs to spit on your cunt before going down on you // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ cw. spit kink, very messy, oral (fem! receiving) <3, fem! reader ♡

boothill can't stop himself from watching you, it's everlasting, when he's looking at the distinctness of your responses while he's dragging this out.

it's almost dangerous to watch you— you're so sweet he might as well just get addicted to your taste. it's a given to the man, that he always need to spit on your soft pussy while wittingly panting his hot breath against your clit.

when you're all wet and drenched for him, he knows you're enjoying yourself, apart from how sensually you were clutching at his hair strands.

you've lost against the sparks scattering in your thighs, noticing a numbness to your legs as he melts his tongue along your hot skin before a pitchy whimper seeps from your lips, responding just as feverishly to his sultry licks.

he pulls his face off your cunt, feeling slightly unhinged the more he heard you whine in shambles before he bundles up enough saliva to drop a globe of spit against your weeping folds.

the slick wetness still connects to his bottom lip and its almost made you unravel right there, the sight of it was was just too hot, in fact, you can't even fathom that boothill was yours, and yours alone.

you can never take your eyes off him, always raveling at the sensation of how his fleshy muscle was twisting between your folds tentatively in order to brush all the way inside before he presses his palms up to caress your breasts.

how wet you've gotten in combination with your own oozy arousal and his spit repeatedly fusing with your juices, or the tremendous glow of his spit dripping through his mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit to suck the nerves inside his warmth hard, not to forget the evident puffiness of your folds— boothill cannot satiate this feeling in his stomach and neither could you get used to how well he knew his way around your body.

you're trapped in a tornado of bliss, sweetly moaning from his raw drags of tongue that overtook you, blossomed in your chest and intoxicated you with strong throbs of your hole clamping around air, only hoping he's put more attention there.

on reflex, your hips attempt to twitch away from his mouth before he roughly readjusts you back at him with a cheeky smirk. his hot breathing was ghosting across the torridity of your billowy folds— on purpose, it seems, it's easy to see how it's riling you up.

how unrestrictedly attractive it was for your boyfriend to eat you out like he's had a hopeless hunger for the taste of you while at the same time, tracing along your body as fragile as to a butterfly.

recognising your enjoyment by sound and taste alone— the clear look of bliss and comfort in your face was necessary to the man as oxygen or water was to a human.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #boothill x reader #boothill smut #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #boothill x you #tw spit

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