Hello, I'm Trashhard, any pronouns and I mostly do rambles or fanfics ^^. You may also call me Opeli.
I sometimes post my art on here (hsr fanart like 90% of the time) and my favourite color is blue. This blog is a safe place for everyone, so dont be rude. This blog is just created for fun for me and everyone else!
Xueyi is the best destruction but Boothill will always be my fav 😌 I'm kinda new to writing my ideas down on paper (or devices in that case) and tumblr.
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There’s a liquor store near my house that seems to be run exclusively by frat boys. They lovingly curate these bags, which I browsed today while “Oops I Did It Again” played through the store speakers. This is art to me, there is beauty everywhere for those with eyes to see it
normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3
Varka x Male!Reader, Where he is not getting over the fact he likes MEN like HELLO? Specifically his drinking buddy. Headcanons. Fluffly Fluff <3. I need more Varka x Male content. NOT FLINS. short
English isnt my first language
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You're his drinking buddy and everybody knows it.
You're the sole reason he doesn't wake up in a forest after his drinking and victory nights. And if does, you're also somewhere passed out in the bush.
Being drunk, you two ofcourse had a few mini make-out sessions. Nothing serious, just a few pecks in the bush and maybe a bit of tongue
Its ordinary at this point, to be honest. I mean, everybody gives their buddy a few drunk mistaken kisses. It's normal, right?
Until it isn't.
Varka suddenly wants to go drinking way more. He notices it himself, but blames it on stress (he needs to lie to himself to feel better LMAO)
Doesnt notice it until the others point it out.
DENIES EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. Flustered as fuck while he explains to the knights that he did infact NOT tongue kiss you drunk in a bush.
Tries to pay more attention. In a way where he is trying to blame you for this "Situationship" and being like "Whaaat??? Me? No, you're the one making painfully obvious moves on me!!!!"
Might not even know about men loving men lmao. Imagen Ineffa explaining to Varka that men can have a relationship with eachother like men and women do. 💔 He had to ask Ineffa because he felt too judged.
Suddenly your late drunk alone nights turn more intimate, he tells you about stories that he wouldnt tell the other knights (including embarrasing ones!)
Sometimes holds your hands while at it <3
You listen patiently, still too drunk to do so properly.
Suprisingly enough, you're the first to falter after a while (Varka was too scared to make a move).
In the comfort of your own home, laying on his chest while giggling at his dumb and drunk jokes before whispering sweet confessions
You two fall asleep like this. When Varka wakes up he's like "Oh, he was drunk, fuck" but then he realized you didn't drink anything that night
A/N: Why does my room smell like coffee gng 💔...I dont even like coffee.
Small oneshot inspired by this post by hellfire1991! Sunday x amab!Reader, not direct smut but enough wink wink to tag it as Nsfw ig? English isn't my first language. Idk if this has been done already since i wanted to do it anyway. kinda late
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He gasped as you kissed him again, leaving little to no breaks for him to breathe as he felt tears swelling at the corners of his eye. Something hard poked his thighs, making him squirm and whimper as you moved Sunday to straddle you.
You kept rubbing circles on his hips with one hand, taking away his breaths with kisses as your other hand went to remove his coat. You paid no mind as you discarded it, your focus on this cute halovian mess infront of you, his wings now covering his face in shame.
He breathed hastily as you finally gave him just a little break. Your hand brushed against his waist as you stroked his flushed face, feeling both his and your own erection build up.As you were undoing your pants, ready to get down in business, you were startled as Sunday suddenly stood up.
Was he trying to top you? Not that you would mind, it just seemed unusual for someone like Sunday.Instead, he took his coat you threw on the ground and started folding it. You sat there in awe, hard and half naked while he folded his cost and placing in carefully on your drawer. After like 10 seconds, he turned to you before moving to straddle you again, turning in the same blushing mess as before.
You should definetly question him after this, but for now, you were busy taking care of your shaking and whimpering boyfriend. Huh...
