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— broken toys. ft sunday
— warnings: slight angst
— author's note: my entry to the sunday brainrot, aka me manifesting for playable sunday.
sunday was the most desired man in all of penacony, and for a good reason too.
head of the oak family; the most handsome bachelor on the planet; a preacher of harmony that wanted the best for his home; what was there to not like about him? you were no stranger to the way he stared at gatherings hosted by the family, his gaze lingered too much on you; happened too many times to count as a mere coincidence. it sent your heart into a blazing beat, one that made your cheeks flush whenever he stood anywhere near you. just hearing his voice – the awkward laugh that rang like wedding bells when mr. gopher wood joked about the two of you being a match made in heaven – it became your favorite thing in the world.
the idea of marrying sunday has always been on the table ever since you were children. one playdate after the other – most of which were spent on the beach – where you, sunday, and his darling little sister robin would create sandcastles for miles. role playing as the kingdom’s regency while robin sang you songs until she fell asleep. such fond memories manifested itself to a lightcone that now sat in your bedroom. mr. wood was not blind with the way sunday looked at you – neither were you – and ever since then, he’d consistently bug you to marry his adoptive son who hid behind his wings to save his face.
and so you did. you married the man of your dreams and relished in being loved like a saint.
every waking hour with sunday was spent with him worshiping the very ground you set foot on. slipping his hand under the table in meetings to fit yours because you were his rock, making sure he never strayed too far from you because to him, being away from you was the deadliest sin of them all. he loved you like the sun; burning brightly and warming your coldest days with only a whisper of sweet nothings in your ear as you let his touch scorch your skin in a way that made you wince but love him all the same. basking in the way his lips carved his name in your own with such passion you would close your eyes to everything else - he was the only view you would ever look at.
sunday burned brightly, but he burnt too quickly. just like how the sun could never stay in the sky forever, his revelry in you also faded like the waking night when the moon and stars started to replace him. sunday became too consumed in his goals of harmony, so much so that he lost his way that not even you, his darling, couldn’t save him from.
even if his hands still gravitated towards yours, they no longer had the same warmth that you savored in his presence. he confessed his deadliest sins – the sin of being away from you – every night under the night sky’s judgment, only to commit them again the following morning.
such was the cycle of sunday’s habit when he obtained his favorite toy.
he drowned himself in the great pleasures of finally having his hands on the toy he’s been pining over for years. indulging himself in the adoration he had for you even if sometimes, it flickered with something more sinister, something much darker than the adoration he bathed and convinced you in. you let him suffocate in this false devotion until he started to pull back in boredom. until his favorite toy - you - was no longer his favorite.
you would pull away, starting to realize how this was not right, only for him to come sweep you of your feet – the same awkward laughter that once rang like wedding bells now sounded like red sirens, warning you of the danger you’d always ignore – and your falling back into the same maze that was your husband.
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I don't like him cus of said comment but it's also so funny to me that instead of going "oh- dang" and turn his rizz off when he realised the "woman" is a man. He still has that smirk like i hate that this is how we found out but jack is NOT straight
Btw here's a screenshot:
Like bro does NOT care for gender💀💀💀
Lol im not rlly caught up in the manga what did Jack do😭😭
his suggestive comments towards Bonde are so icky like you're almost 60 don't push it. You can't even make your little friend stand up anymore why are you talking to someone in their 20s like that.. Plus he's just annoying in general
Sitting under my little crocheted blanket, with my little squishmallow, in my little armchair in my little corner in my little room, playing minecraft on my little phone while listening to music in my little earbuds, with Hozier and iDKHOW sprinkled in here and there like croutons in an otherwise very bland salad
this is the most indecisive ive ever been so im gonna make y’all deal with this too
- also if you can choose reblog which the pink you like more and your zodiac sign
🌻
the other week i encountered the worst elevator i have found to this point in my life. the doors were manual, and the elevator was controlled by both buttons and a handle used to drive the elevator up and down (i'm honestly still not quite sure how you were supposed to use it). after getting into it, the doors refused to latch properly several times before allowing the elevator to move. almost immediately, we figured out that the elevator had somehow switched into a fully manual driving mode where the buttons seemingly did nothing when we opened the doors only to find the wall of the elevator shaft. after a bit of driving up and down, we managed to get the elevator to a floor, about a foot misaligned, and got off. also this is what the panel looked like:
I keep coming back at this masterpiece every other day to get my dose. Can't help it, at all! 😎❤
A Lover’s Redemption: an extract
posting date: late summer 2021 pairing: park jimin x reader genre: mafia AU - romance/action 18+ | series warnings (potential spoilers): drinking, swearing, detailed violence, use of guns and knives, multiple detailed injuries (to all characters including reader), character death(s), reader experiences panic attacks, fluff, angst, explicit sexual content. extract word count: 1738
A/N: this is a little snippet from chapter 3 of A Lover’s Redemption — coming soon! please let me know how you find this extract if you give it a read :) @anna-muse @papillonsgf thanks for the encouragement to post lol 🤓
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— illicit affairs | c.sc
genre; nsfw, slight angst, fluff, mdni <3 | tw; protected sex, taboo relationship (?), moral dilemmas | a/n; just had to write this. plus i maybe finishing my hiatus? and i'm back with scandalous lmao. anyways, enjoy <3
the bed hits the wall rhythmically in sync with his thrusts. seungcheol's pace is ruthless as he pushes you face down into the mattress and leans his weight on your back. you moan and cry with each snap of his hips.
this is so wrong, you tell yourself but you can't help yourself each time your eyes find his through the crowd. the first time was a mistake, you think while trying to distract yourself from his piercing gaze. the first time was a mistake, so why do you keep going back to him? why do you keep wanting to feel his warmth?
the sound of skins slapping resonate off the bedroom wall as he continues his abuse on your hole. you gasp feeling his feather-light kisses on your nape and shoulders. his lips ascend to your cheeks and he presses a last kiss to your temple.
the action is relatively softer when ignoring how his balls are slapping against your cunt and how your arousal is dripping down your thighs.
“gonna cu-cum,” you hiccup between cries, eyes rolling back as seungcheol brings heaven down to you. this is so wrong but you're way too drunk on his cock. way too in love with his big hands and his warmth.
he flips you over and catches your lips in a hot kiss. he moans into your mouth when you glide your tongue over his. the bed creaks with his thrusts and your moans are swallowed by him.
“shh, let go.” he kisses your forehead. you close your eyes, causing tears to roll down your cheeks. seungcheol kisses your cheek, tasting your tears on his tongue. his hands find yours, interlocking your fingers together.
you moan his name, shamelessly and the coil in your stomach snaps. you cum around his cock, clenching around his length violently and forcing his orgasm as well. with one last thrust, seungcheol cums into the condom, grunting your name.
he pulls out, filling you with emptiness immediately. he walks to the bin, disposing off the used condom. but you can't process anything, the feeling of his cock still lingers, leaving you clenching on nothing. the cold air breezes against your clit and you're overwhelmed by the absence of his warmth.
“seungcheol,” you whine his name under your breath, not expecting him to actually hear you. he hums in response, walking towards you. he scoops you in his arms, taking you to the bathroom, “you have to pee, honey.”
seungcheol bites his tongue as soon as the pet name leaves his lips, but he wouldn't even try to deny that he likes the taste of it. he loves it. he loves this little moment intimacy, this shared vulnerability. but unfortunately for him, he cannot have you.
he knew it the moment his brother introduced you as his girlfriend. he never made moves on you during the course of your “relationship” but only after it ended. a fact that he uses to comfort himself, to ease the burn of the guilt and shame.
he sets you down and waits for you to finish up. the familiar setting of the bathroom makes your head ache and a slumber creeps into your bones. you hear the voice of your ex-boyfriend, his brother but feel seungcheol's hand on your shoulder, asking if you're ok.
you nod, forcing your eyes open to take him in. he's not his brother. they're so similar yet so different. and despite the shame weighing you down, you want him, all to yourself. and you want to be his.
you clean up and he lends you one of his shirts. his limbs tangle with yours in his bed and your eyelids droop, the tiredness settling under your skin. his breath tickles your cheek and your hand finds his unconsciously, locking them together.
this is the last. you promise to yourself but you know you won't follow it up. you know you'll search for his embrace in the darkness of your room, and look for him in every lover. this is comfortable, you think as the familiar warmth of his chest presses on your back, lulling you to sleep. his hand tightens around yours.
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ok someone in the notes pointed out that this make holmes sound like an addams and now i need a crossover between sherlock holmes and the addams family.
just imagine it: holmes is a distant cousin who's completely unfazed by the addams' weirdness. one day, he introduces them to watson. morticia finds out he has no family of his own and instantly adopts him. gomez is delighted upon learning he's a soldier, dubbing him "a man of honor" and immediately challenging him to a duel. wednesday informs him that holmes regularly sends her watson's stories: she enjoys the gory details of the cases, and wishes he'd dwell on them more. pugsley wants to know how to survive decapitation and disembowelment. watson is deeply unsettled, yet a little endeared.
after a weekend with the addams, he's beginning to understand where holmes' bizarre sense of humor came from.
it's always funny to me whenever adaptations make sherlock holmes this brooding, edgy cynic, because in acd canon sherlock holmes has a fantastic sense of humor and is always so amused by everything. i mean, the sheer amount of times this man just bursts out laughing upon realizing something fundamental about a case is kind of iconic in the original stories. he really is just this funny little man who finds a special sort of joy in the macabre.
Lmaaaooo
Now that Yuta is in Gojo's body, All he needs to do to distract Sukuna is this:
Now that will teach him about love.
It will throw Sukuna off so bad.
Yuta is doing it all wrong that's why he's failing, he needs to follow the footsteps of his teacher
It's the only way now😔
«I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods»
The earthly equivalent of naming a kid Buzz Lightyear is Bob Miles
Had A dream once where I was playing FE3H, and everything was the same except Petra had a sniper rifle and it turned into a 1st person shooter for 15 seconds every time it was her turn to attack.
I drew our dad.
I saw a tatted motorcyclist today and he looked at me as he drove by… I smiled.
I can’t stop thinking about it 😪
Why do they change Chris’ face all the time?
Edit:
For all the people saying “this is aging” here’s a better look of Chris in RE7 compared to RE6.
And now here’s RE7 to RE8
And then here’s how he looked in Resident Evil: Vendetta, which came out the same year as RE7
MC: When I die I want to be remember as...
Solomon: *interrupting* umm yeah about that
MC: what?
Solomon: You know when you drank juice potions saying they were colored shots? well, the mix of many of them caused a magic reaction that made you immortal... BUT JUST MAYBE!
MC: *processing*
Solomon: MC?
MC: This means I can stab myself and I will still live?
Solomon: yes but *mc grabs a knife* MC DROP THAT
MC: *Running with the knife* HEY MAMMON CHECK THIS OUT
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