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Roommate!Simon Riley who learns the names of your stuffed animals. Quietly sitting on your bed as you introduce them, gaze locked on the soft stuffie in your hands. every time you pick a new one up his eyes stay on the previous one for a few seconds before trailing back to you. he gives the occasional nod, a gruff hum when you tell him where you got it from. he forgets to speak sometimes, seemingly dull gaze boring into you. he sits up a little straighter when you start to glance away thinking he’s lost interest, but no, “Does tha’ one get along with the big fella?”

Roommate!Simon Riley who wants you to talk about your plushies and knickknacks. he likes listening to you talk, listening to your voice, watching the way you gently handle your stuffed animals. it reminds him of the rare plush or two he had growing up, gnarly and hidden away somewhere forgotten, tucked away in a dusty box. they made him feel safe when he was little, something to hold onto, and seeing you carefully arrange yours makes his chest feel lighter. heart a little achy when you let him hold one in his calloused, rough hands. soft, thumb grazing over the fabric, smoothing over stitching

Roommate!Simon Riley who brings you a stuffed animal after he goes to the store alone. he’s learned your preference towards them, too plush, too firm, not the right material - a texture you can’t hold for long, he knows what to avoid. he doesn’t feel embarrassed standing in the kids aisle sifting through brightly colored toys, but he does feel some eyes on him. but it’s for you, and a little bit for him. “Simon, you didn’t have to—”, he silently loves when you say that, gives him the opportunity to respond, “Wanted to.”. he wants to make your day, add to your collection, see you smile and love on it. gives him an excuse to go back to your room and introduce the newbie

Roommate!Simon Riley who misses you when he has to leave on deployments. he knows you miss his presence, even when he scares you by not making himself known. that you miss the way he fills your apartment, bulky figure padding around from room to room. “Got ya this. Don’t miss me too much.”, as he hands you a new stuffed animal before he leaves. one that feels holdable, something you can cuddle with and squish. one with a recorded message, Simon’s gravely voice coming from the comically cute stuffie. he doesn’t look you in the eyes, hands shoved in his pockets as he stands in the doorway, “And don’t think that’s replacin’ me.”

“Thinkin’ of you, lovie.”, a small pause in the recording, his voice a little softer, “Take care of yourself.”

simon with a dick piercing

spoke to me immediately. reader being a professional piercer, and simon getting a boner after you give him a Prince Albert.

I’d imagine you’ve been on the job for long enough that you’re intimately familiar with virtually every piercing a person could request. including genital. and as a result, you get the body is strange.

acts and reacts- sometimes completely involuntarily.

but simon classifies as a new weird.

insisted on sitting up and on the side of the operation chair, due to “back pain”. as a result, it required you to get on your knees in front of him. you swallow the uncomfortable rocks that stack from your belly to your throat as he watches you with laser focus.

wiped your hands when he pulls his cock out from his boxers, and let the unprofessional in you drink in its…breadth, before returning to nonchalance and preparing your tools and putting on your gloves.

(that was a mistake. seeing how unfazed you were by his size, an uncommon reaction, made simon desperate to see how long you could keep that facade up when he was balls deep inside your cunt.)

the piercing is actually the most natural part of it all. quick, he barely flinches, and even hands you the bottle of disinfectant. you stand, smiling at him.

“how do you feel?”

you feel something tap at your thigh, and you internally curse, before losing the battle of self control and looking down.

there, he proudly sports a swelling erection, red tip blushing where your hands pierced it, and now where your inner thigh warms it. you can practically feel it in your cunt, and you try and ignore the damp collecting between your legs

theres a laugh in his voice when he speaks to you.

“you tell me, sweet’eart.”

Gawd. DAYUM dude- saw some other posts of yours.

What's that workout routine? I have to know

Haha glad you like my page ^^

Rn i am doing

Chest, shoulder, tricep on day one

Sometimes cardio on day 2

Back, bicep and forearms on day 3

Cardio again or rest day on day 4

Leg day on day 5

And sometimes cardio on day 6

Day 7 rest day

Thank you for your nice words ^^

Hope you have a wonderful day/night :)

Bear shapeshifter!John Price x Bear shapeshifter! Reader

Something something, John Price being the only bear shapeshifter on base. Not the only shapeshifter, but the only bear one. That was until you appeared.

Something something, after a long mission they go to the med bay and John instantly smelled that there was another bear - he was so distracted by the scent, that he didn’t even reply to his teammates or anything. Just sitting on a bench, blood dripping from his arm, nose in the air.

Something something cue you, a new nurse, stepping in - you were a bear shifter as well, and when you stepped into the room, you instantly found the bear you had been smelling around base.

John let out a tiny roar-like sound in greeting, before chuffing gently at you; he had to focus to not change into his bear form, a pleased grin on his smile over finally seeing one of his own kind.

You who were frozen for a moment, caught off guard with how handsome the other bear was, a little rugged from the long mission, but big and strong, handsome even though he stank of blood, dirt and sweat. You replied with a tiny roar yourself, a shy smile on your face.

Something something, Price immediately fell in love with you, constantly pretending to be hurt afterwards - stubbed his toe, can you take a look, luv? My back is really sore, maybe you should help me? I think I might be becoming sick, maybe you could do a test — just so he could go to you. He refused to be seen by any of the other nurses or even the doctors, so the staff pretty quickly just learned to send you, if he arrived with an almost nonexistent pain somewhere.

Something something, as you grow closer and learn more about it, you grow tired of him not trying to court you like a proper bear. Hibernation was coming up in a couple of months, and you would love to spend it with him in a den somewhere.

So, you changed into your bear form on your day off, going to a nearby forest. Two hours later - after a lot of running - you returned to base with a stag in your maw. It was dead, but still warm. The biggest one you could find, to show that you were a good hunter.

Something something, Gaz spotted you and offered to lead you to where Price was, even though he was in a meeting with Laswell. Gaz politely knocked, while you just pushed him out of the way with your head, headbutting the door for it to open.

Something something, Laswell just staring with a raised eyebrow and then she grinned, while John stared for a moment, eyes wide and with clear hearts in them. You let out a chuff, dead stag in your mouth onto the floor, barely inside the office; John didn’t even say anything, didn’t excuse himself, just changed form, the desk forced to move, all his clothes ripping - except his little hat that stayed on his head. He gave himself a good shake, before walking around you, little bear tail wagging happily. He let out a little chuff and you replied - then you backed out of the room, beginning to walk away, your own tail wagging.

John hurried to grab onto the stag, barely able to fit through the door to get out, before he hurried to walk beside you, letting out a pleased sound. Gaz awkwardly helped open some doors, so the two of you could get outside without ruining them.

Something something, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Laswell all looked at the two of you with smiles on their faces, as you walked towards the forest to share the stag, both of your small tails wagging.

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the concept of cuteness aggression is so funny. awww you're adorable I need to hurt you

In a platonic way, sir, you are immaculate. Off topic, but, how would one go about starting weight-lifting? I feel like you'd know.

Thank you so much ^^

Like in a professional matter or just as a hobby?

I think the best way to do or learn anything is just going for it

You can do anything that your put your mind to so i’d just sign up to a gym and start doing it, watch yt videos that fit your level and or get a coach that helps you start ^^

I am unsure what you mean by weight lifting but if you mean like competition wise there are always personal trainers who can help you achieve what you are looking for!

And if you mean gym in general then i can only tell you to just go for it sign up and start doing it! And if you ever need help don’t be afraid to ask people around you to help! Most of them will be happy to do so ^^

Hope i could help in any way with this!

YES PLS DROP THE PLAYLIST I NEED MORE ASMR

this will be linked in my pinned post🎀✨

this is my personal asmr playlist! it’s unlisted (available only through having the link/playlist saved) and will continuously be updated, I organize the playlist based on the triggers/asmartists too. I have a wide variety of asmr collected; my favorite is fruit peeling, but we also have some tapping and scratching, lots of visual triggers, a healthy dose of hands, and some calm camping amongst other things

this is my go-to playlist for drawing, writing, and catching some sleep - as your resident sleepy artist, I spend a lot of time on this playlist haha

if you like an asmartist check out their other content! I’ll additionally link some of my favourite channels🌸✨

ASMR Bakery

Luna Bloom ASMR

Vito ASMR

alwaysslightlysleepy

DAJANDA ASMR

okay so I rarely post about mouthwashing fandom in my blog but I suddenly stumbled upon a tiktok video that give me the idea of a live action mouthwashing casts

The first one that in my opinion is a great casting is Vincent Gallo as jimmy

Problematic actor with a problematic character

Good casting

Next is Daisuke, there's actually two actors that I have in mind but the one that I feel like the most accurate to Daisuke is Pierce Kang

That is literally the same person

Good casting

Okay so for the next three characters I'm at a dead end because idk anyone that look exactly like them so I just choose the one that look a little bit like them if you're squinting

For Swansea I choose John Lithgow

Idk you guys but to me I could see Swansea in John Lithgow (lil bit)

Decent casting

Aight curly's next and I choose between Alexander ludwig and Charlie hunnam

Okay so for this one imo I feel like Charlie hunnam have the appearance for curly but at the same time I really like how Alexander have the same blank stare that curly have, idk I really 50/50 on this one

Confusing casting

Aight lastly is my girl Anya, same with curly I really dk who is good for this character I really like how Kristen Stewart kinda have the sad look but at the same time I feel like Mia goth also would be great as Anya

but if I would choose I think it would be Kristen Stewart

Confusing casting

Also just wanna clarify I didn't choose the actor base on how they act or their personality I just choose them base on how similar they are to the character

What if u wrote smut of me and Ghia 😼

shit ok i got u

Restless nights

Ghiaccio x transmasc!reader Pronouns used: he/him

3.k word count

Warnings; degradation, intense language, female anatomy used and referred to, no mention of boobs

Smut, be wary.

You sat on the couch, mind buzzing with the worst thoughts, it was hard to keep your mind from thinking such things when you couldn’t go be in the field with your partner. But, Risotto was right, you did deserve the time off after your last big mission- and it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know you and Ghiaccio were together… actually, it was entirely your fault.

Ghiaccio had told you that telling the team would make it easier on you, that Risotto would be kind enough so you’d finally have time off together. But, you insisted it was too dangerous, especially after what had happened to Sorbet and Gelato.

Even if it put you in the position you were in now, nervously tapping your foot on the hardwood floor, coffee lying cold and forgotten on the table, unsure of the message sent to you prior.

’I’ll make it home early today, no later than 8.’

Surely, he says that and you want to believe him, but you know that no missions ever really finished, even when they’re dead.

What you didn’t know is the reason, it was ticking half past 8 without him there, is because flower shops are confusing.

Before you knew what was happening, the door flung open, and Ghiaccio came bounding through the door toward you. Soon you were enveloped in a hug, the icy smell that usually stuck because of white album was now flooding your senses.

Clinging onto him, you asked, “what took you so long? It doesn’t take that long to get home, y’know..”

”I was trying to figure out what flowers you think… would look, prettiest?” He said, his sentence tapering off with embarrassment.

Immediately you melted, you know how tough his outer shell was, even with you at times, that this sweet gesture meant a lot.

Your hands reached out to cradle his cold, rosy cheeks in your hands, beaming at him.

“I can’t even pretend to be mad at you now, can I?” You chuckled.

”I mean what good would that do? Hmm?” He scolded you playfully.

That only made you laugh more, but you pulled him down onto the couch with you anyway, wrapping yourself around him.

You enjoyed the coolness, yet soft comfort he provided, even when he was unapproving of being trapped to the couch like this.

”Honey- I have to go put the flowers in water- please let me up?”

but you promptly denied  his request with a shake of your head, he groaned and tried to come up with more excuses, wriggling slightly.

”Not even just one more minute?” You pleaded, “I missed you and you worried me!”

Finally, he let out a sigh of resignation, and tossed the flowers as far as he could and melted into you. He slid his hands underneath you, and held you close as he pressed down into you.

”..yeah, just a couple minutes here.” Ghiaccio said, blue curls invading your vision as he buried his face in your neck, pressing a soft kiss there, making electricity jolt through you.

”Mmh, don't do that, or else you’ll  be on this couch longer than just a couple minutes..”You teased with a smile. 

“Okay, baby, m’bad..” he muttered, a nasty habit of him never saying sorry, but you couldn’t blame him, especially not right now.

You slowly let him up after a while, albeit reluctantly. Ghiaccio slowly stood up, groaning as he stretched upward, his shirt raising slightly. You took your chance to sit up and slide your warm hands around his bare waist, he shuddered at your warmness compared to his chilled skin. You loved to admire how flushed his face got when you did things like this. 

“What’re we gonna do for dinner,” he sighed, “we have leftovers from last night, don't we?” 

“OH! We do!! I can heat it up in the oven for us, can you set the table?”

”how can I say no?” He rolled his eyes with a playful scoff and left to go set the table for two.  

You chuckle as you lead him by the hand to the kitchen island, pressing soft kisses to his face and doting over your husband. You two had eloped about two years ago, the only person who knew this remained to just be the two of you. Still living like your honeymoon phase.

You finally released him to set the table in the meticulous fashion he always did, while you fished through the fridge for the glass dish.

Preheating the oven and popping the dish in there took virtually no time, so going through the trouble to prepare a small side dish and drinks wasn't anything you weren’t accustomed to. 

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you looked over to see Ghiaccio fuss over the symmetry of the napkins, he must’ve felt your gaze as his head snapped up and he looked at you with big owl-like eyes. 

“What? You need me to bring those over?” He pointed at the ramekins in your hands.

“Oh- no, but grab the drinks.” You smiled and sauntered over to the table, already deciding in your mind what would happen tonight. 

He did just as told, nothing for him to protest with you. Two tall glasses, his favorite wine, and a glass of water for you. 

And soon enough, the food was done, and the both of you sat at the table, Ghiaccio serving the both of you. 

Bantering over dinner, and playfully teasing each other about Ghiaccio’s day is how the night carried on for a couple hours. Even when the plates were clean, and put away, you still ached to hear about the day you so unfortunately missed even if it was deserved time off that you’d earned.

After a while, you were standing with your elbows leaning on the kitchen counter, Ghiaccio’s arms bracketing you in.

”Thank you for helping me with the kitchen, baby.” You smiled and stretched up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

”I help you in the kitchen nearly everyday,” he tched, “I’m starting to think you just want a reason to kiss me…”

“You’re slowly catching on to my master plan,” you smirked playfully as he rolled his eyes at your antics. 

“You know you never have to have a reason..” he said quietly before leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

He moved a hand to hold the nape of your neck, bringing you closer to him, before he pulled away ever so slightly. 

You smiled and brushed your nose against his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“Baby, why are you so tense? Your shoulders feel like rocks..” You frowned and looked up into his eyes which now averted yours. 

He began to stammer on his words, face flushed with the embarrassment of trying to find what to say. But he was so cute when his ears were bright red. 

“You know I really don’t- like being angry but today was… really fucking dumb..” he said through his teeth.

   “No one did what they were fucking supposed to which made me late to you- and I guess I’m just.. I’m still angry..” his body tensed.

You’ve had enough, “So you bottled it up.. so you didn’t take it out on me?”

“..Yeah?” He hung his head low.

You gently picked up his chin so his eyes met yours, and held his face gently in both hands. 

“Do you think you could take it out on me another way?” You said softly, your thumbs rubbing small circles on his cheeks as you pressed yourself against him, “you know bottling things up never goes well in the long run..”

Your effect was immediate. Ghiaccio flushed and buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. 

“I couldn’t ask that of you,” he said gruffly.

“Good thing I’m offering. Tell me about what happened today, all the shit that pissed you off.” You grabbed his hips, pressing them to yours in a delicious manner, which made his breath hitch. 

“Hngh, well, I was paired with Illuso- instead of Melone, and you know our stands don’t do shit together…” he started, twitching slightly. 

You continued to nod and tease your hands all over his hips and ass that you loved to grab so much.

“I was- hm, basically working on my own- all the while risotto was giving us contradictory info on the target… darling please.” His tone grew rougher as he recounted his day.  

“Oh baby, they really did that to you?” 

“Fucking of course they did! And it wasn’t even the end of it, I had to split pay with Illuso! The fuck didn’t even do anything but fucking ‘surveillance’ from his freaky fucking mirror world..”

 His muscles were taut with his harsh words, though none directed at you, you still felt their power, which only aroused you more. 

“The fucking nerve! To rely on my stand the whole time and only get half the reward! And he sent me out on errands afterward, even though I should’ve been done for the day!” He seethed, “making me all fucking late to you- how could they! I’m never late to you- not ever.”

By now his grip on you had tightened noticeably, his face now flush with anger and the signature vein on his forehead popping. 

All the tell-tale signs of his trademark angry lash outs. 

He was muttering to himself incoherently, and your plans were falling into motion. 

“Ghiaccio, carry me to our room.” You whispered in his ear. 

And he obliged, swinging you up into his built forearms in a bridal carry. In just a few quick paces, you were past the threshold of your bedroom door. 

He tossed you on the bed just enough for you to let out a small squeak. 

“You know I’ve been waiting for you here all day?” You said, laying back and stripping off your outer layers. 

“Of course- but you should’ve never fuckin’ had to wait..” he said, watching you with curiosity of what your motives may be. 

“Since they made you late to me, I’m gonna make you late to them, that sounds good, baby?” You said, sitting forward and tugging at the buttons of his collar, waiting for permission. 

“Yes, but how?” He asked. You loved his dense questions sometimes. 

“You’re gonna fuck all that anger out on me, and we’re gonna keep going until you can’t wake up early to report to Risotto.” You said, beginning to unbutton his turtleneck, before he took matters and began hastily unbuttoning it. 

“Fuck- please yes- I need my hands on you.” He said gruffly through gritted teeth. 

You could only press your thighs together at that, stripped down to your underwear because you knew he’d wanna take it off you. 

In a matter of what felt like seconds, his lips pressed hungrily against yours, hands pulling you closer wherever he could. 

The kiss only grew more passionate as his hands wandered to grab at whatever thigh or ass he could. 

Before you knew it, you were sprawled out on the bed as he trailed kisses down your neck. Each kiss set your nerves on fire, and you loved every moment of it. 

“You want this?” He said roughly, his teeth nipping at the lobe of your ear, “You want me to take my anger out on you?”

You couldn’t help but moan and nod, letting out an affirmative noise. 

“Yes please, that’s what I want..” you groaned, hands finding purchase on Ghiaccio’s side. 

“Mmh, good whore.” He said gruffly. 

His hand slid downward on your stomach, the feeling of his cold hands against your heated skin only arousing you more. Eventually he was thumbing small circles over your clothed clit, making you squirm. 

He reveled in your sounds, continuing to kiss and suck dark marks along your neck, even making small bites along your chest and shoulders. 

All you could do was whine and moan, he knew just where to touch you, and his touch alone could leave your panties drenched. 

He pressed kisses over your nipples, mouthing at them dutifully. He was doing everything in his power to make you unravel before he even got his mouth on your clit. 

And it was working, you felt as if you were melting into the mattress at this point, body lax and strained at the same time. 

Soon enough, he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and pushed them up roughly, pulling off your underwear in one fell swoop, sinking down between your thighs.

“So wet already, like a good slut, right?” He spat harshly, licking a stripe up your pussy. 

He moaned loudly at tasting your arousal, sucking at your clit firmly.

Eventually, he added two fingers, curling them just right all the while sucking steadily. 

“You think you can take more?” He huffed against your thigh.

“You- know I can..” you groaned, the sight of him, glasses crooked and curls disheveled between your legs only fueling your lust more. 

He gave you a wicked and demeaning smirk, which you could only tell was calling you a slut or whore in all the right ways. 

He attached his tongue to your clit one more, plunging three long, nimble fingers inside of you, quickening his pace. 

Before you knew it, the familiar heat coil formed in your stomach, and your desperation grew. 

Your whines and pleas meant little as of right now, Ghiaccio had his own plans for you. 

His pace only quickened, his free hand moving to grip your thigh to keep it from closing. You were close, and he knew, if not from your incoherent babbles trying to tell him so, then the way that you were trembling around him. 

He moaned into you, the delicious vibrations of his voice tipped you over the edge.

You moaned his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear, back arching up trying to push his face against you even more. 

He didn’t relent, riding you through the wave of your first orgasm, until your thighs threatened to close on him. He slowly pulled back, making a show of licking his fingers, onyx eyes boring into yours dangerously. 

“And how would you feel if I held a vibrator against your clit until you couldn’t take it? Hmm?” He asked rhetorically, “because I’m gonna make you cum until you can’t.”

You could only nod at the sentiment, head cloudy from the first orgasm. 

He stood up and turned to the nightstand, fishing through the drawer until he retrieved the slim wand, about as long as his hand from palm to fingertip, and an icy blue per his request. 

Clicking the button it buzzed to life, which seemed to please him, then he clicked it off.

”I want you to lay on the pillows.” He ordered as he set the toy on the bed and began to take off his pants and underwear, revealing where that blue happy trail led. 

He kept himself groomed and trimmed, but he was never a fan of the ‘no-hair’ look.

you adjusted yourself so your head was cushioned by the down pillows, your mind buzzing with anticipation, this was the best idea you’ve had yet, though you were starting to wonder when the anger would show.

Ghiaccio slid between your legs, throwing your thighs over his hips.

“Y’look like you should be served on a fuckin’ platter.” He groaned, clicking the vibrator to life once again. 

Almost subconsciously, your legs spread further to accommodate him. He swiftly held the vibrator to your clit, making small circles, and slowly slipped into your pussy, but only stopped after the head was in. 

“Why’d you stop-..” you whined, gripping into the pillows behind you, trying to grind up into the vibrator. 

“Already whining like a cum dump, huh?” He snided, “You’re gonna cum at least once more before I’m in you properly, like a good slut.”

You squirmed as if to try and move further down. But, He wasn’t having it, keeping you firmly held in place. 

“Don’t move.” He scolded, “Did I tell you to do that?”

“N-…no.” You bit back a moan.

“Then you do as you're told, like a good boy.”

He left it at that and you could already feel the second one building up, your pussy longing for more than what was given but no protest verbalized. 

He looked down at you watchfully for signs of your second orgasm, massaging the vibrator so achingly good on your clit. 

It was hard not to grind your hips up, your body yearning for more. 

Ghiaccio only pushed it against your clit more and you snapped, pleas and moans spilling out of your mouth as you came. 

You could feel yourself dripping now. 

And almost without a beat, he tossed the vibrator on the bed and picked up your hips, sheathing himself fully in the process. 

He set his pace, not so fast at first but hard, hard thrusts. Every smack audible in the room and probably the entire apartment. 

Each thrust pushed a moan out of you, you knew your throat would be dry tomorrow. Ghiaccio moaned and bit back whimpers as he looked down at you with intense eyes, his glasses slipping down his nose. 

“God- fuck, you make such a good fucktoy, takin’ what I give you..” he groaned, jaw tense. 

His pace quickened as he became more vocal. He always was vocal, if he wasn’t moaning, he was whining. 

His curls were a mess and you know your hair looked no better, his degrading words only making you throw your head back more. 

The sensitivity and the sheer eroticism of him pounding into you removed anything coherent in your brain, as he fucked you into the mattress. 

You knew you wouldn’t last long, and there’s a chance he wouldn’t either, or he’d overstim you until he came. 

You were starting to think it was the latter when his hips began to stutter, with you already close, it didn’t matter. 

“Please, can- can we come together?” You managed through a moan. 

Ghiaccio let out a moan and a small ‘fuck yes’, before leaning down to kiss you, pressing you into a mating press. 

Small sounds of ‘im close’ echoed from the both of you, reveling in the thought of coming together. 

You came first, the intensity doubled by the position you were in, and Ghiaccio came not long after while kissing you sloppily. 

After the high, Ghiaccio sat back, gently moving your hips back down carefully. 

“Are you alright? Fuck, was I too rough?” He fretted.

You could only laugh at that. 

“No, you’re, hah, fine, I promise.” You smiled.

“I’m gonna go get you some water and clean you up, okay? Then we’ll go pee and we can cuddle alright?” He said, making a checklist like he always did.  

You nodded sleepily as he got up to retrieve his items. 

And it didn’t take him long to return and set into your hands while he cleaned you with a warm washcloth, careful of your sensitive state. 

He whispered soft things to you as he helped you up to the bathroom and when you two returned to bed. 

Pulling you into his arms and brushing your hair through his fingers he smiled. 

“Did you really like that? Me taking my anger out on you?” 

“Yeah I did, it was so fucking hot.” You smiled and reached up to remove his glasses. 

“Maybe we should try out some new things soon, I wanna see what else gets me that reaction.” He smirked.

You couldn’t help but marvel at the way he looked without glasses. It was a lot easier to notice his freckles and how big his eyes were, and the way his loose curls framed his face. 

But this sight would only be for you. You and you alone. 

“You’re drifting off on me,” Ghiaccio smiled, “Let’s go to bed, I’ll hit snooze on the alarm tomorrow.”

And with that you nodded and drifted off, still thinking about those soft blue curls. 

Big day for the horse girls out there

just when you think youre cured. here comes the Blond Man again

What you having for dinner tonight, Tim?

SLOP from a TROUGH like a DAMN HOG

RE-BLOG THIS IF YOU ARE ASEXUAL AND PROUD ♠️💜

Oh, to be a pink treat in a blue drink.

Suggestions?

I'm looking to update my tiefling warlock's design but idk what I'm doing. Any suggestions? Criticizism *is* welcome!!

I hope Tumblr doesn't scrunch the (already poor) quality :(((

hey when you make posts, i just want you to know, thou/thee/thy/thine/ye are like he/you(object)/your/yours/you(subject) okay? "thou art wearing shoes," "i will wear shoes for thee," okay?

you say thine if the next word starts with a vowel and thy if the next word starts with a consonant and they both mean "your" so "thine own shoes," "thy shoes," okay?

and ye means you and refers to the subject of a sentence, "ye members of the brotherhood of shoes," okay? you need this information to create better knight yaoi. i'm personally more interested in nun yuri but we are a community

can you take my white ass to funkytown

og post here

taken from my rednote bcuz the stickers r cute lol

practice jimmies over the last few months as I’ve been super indecisive abt how to draw him

The Analog/Digital Horror Recommendation Post

A lovely follower of mine asked for recommendations on Analog Horror series to watch since I mentioned I'm a big fan of the genre. I figured it would be best to just make a big post about it all!

This post will be split up into three sections: 1) Direct links to Analog/Digital Horror series with series that I have actually engaged in being in red bold 2) Links to analog horror commentary Youtube channels that do a great job of breaking down and explaining series because they can get kinda confusing 3) Some particular series breakdown videos I highly recommend.

Direct Links to Analog/Digital Horror Series

Angel Hare

ChezzKids Archive

Gemini Home Entertainment

Gilbert Garfield

Harmony & Horror

Hypnogogic Archive

Lacey's Games (I couldn't link to the playlist because the creator hasn't updated it with the latest video; just look for the Lacey videos on their channel, as of October 2023 there are 3)

Local 58

Mandela Catalogue

THE MONUMENT MYTHOS

Mystery Flesh Pit National Park (MY FUCKING BELOVED, also not a video series but rather a blog of in-universe promotional materials, documents, photos, etc. I will be linking to an explanation video)

Needlem0use

Vita Carnis

The Walten Files

Welcome Home (artist is here on Tumblr)

Winter of '83

This list will be updated as I watch more Analog/Digital Horror series! In the meantime, you can refer to the Analog Horror page on TV Tropes if you want even more recommendations.

Youtubers Who Dissect Analog Horror

Pagan Valley

Wendigoon (some videos haven't been added to this playlist so I recommend checking out his general channel)

minaxa

Wowman

Nexpo

Night Mind

ARG/Unfiction Analysis Playlist (400+ videos)

ARG/Analog Horror Explained Playlist (80+ videos)

My Fave Explanation/Analysis Videos

Mystery Flesh Pit National Park

A Digital Horror Tragedy - Lacey's Games Explained

The Most UNDERRATED Analog Horror Series: Winter of 83

The Hypnagogic Archive: An Anthology ARG

The Lost Footage of the Hypnagogic Archive

Vita Carnis - A Terrifying Analog Horror

ChezzKids Archive - A Terrifying Digital Horror

What are The Walten Files?

Gemini and the End of the World

Welcome Home: A Perfectly Innocent Lost Puppet Show!

What is Local58?/LOCAL58: The Broadcast Station that Manipulates You

The TRUE Horror of Local 58

Okay y'all, that should keep you busy for a long time, lol. As I said this will be periodically updated as I find new series and videos! Please feel free to add in your own recommendations in the replies, reblogs, whatever if you have them!

jojo's bizarre analog adventure

I love it when horror uses the religious trauma of its viewers for a good scare. I remember watching a video by AnttonyGallego on YouTube about "Obelisk," by lizardmeninc. There was an episode where the protagonist was exploring an "abandoned" house, and they stumble across a room with a bookshelf, an easel, and glass doors with wooden frames. This is the most furnished room of the home. On the wall there's a wood canvas that reads, "Be still and know that I am GOD."

Now, as someone that was raised non-denominational in a Southern Baptist Bible Belt, that sends chills down my spine when I think about it. It's a verse that is meant to be a source of comfort, of trusting an almighty god who loves you, but now it's a threat in this case. We don't know what lives in that house and what it's capable of. And to know that it has that canvas with that verse, terrifying.

Here's AnttonyGallego's video, and here's lizardmeninc's channel!

dads will be like i have to watch the loudest video alive

ribbon cable divier

(f2u with or without credit AFTER reblogging this post!)

[BLINKIES MASTERPOST]