The wolf is our protector. Your spirit animal. Because in your heart, you’re part wolf, too. But carrying the wolf is a burden….
Imagine with me Mario knows exactly what Luigi‘s type in men are so when him and peach are talking Mario’s like “what does this bowser fellow even look like anyways” peach goes on to describe him as like 10 foot fire breathing turtle Mario starts asking questions like how would you describe his eyes
Peach:… I guess Stern and sharp
Mario: looking increasingly worried “does he have a deep voice like rustic”
Peach: starting to get concerned yeah??
Mario: I need to get to my brother!!
Peach: what? I mean of course we’re going to get your brother but you seem… Extra desperate
Mario: I can’t have my brother falling for tyrant
Peach: WHAT?!?! Mario what are you talking about.
Mario: “ tall! deep rustic voice! sharp AND stern looking man THATS TOTALLY HIS TYPE!! we’re lucky that he’s a real bad guy so it’s not like he’s going to do anything like caress Luigis face gently ”
meanwhile Luigi looking into Bowser‘s eyes as his chin is lifted up to make sure he doesn’t look away (oooh nooo hee’s hoooot!!!!)
I should be doing many other things, but I had some Körangi brainrot and it demanded to be written down. Might become part of something larger later, maybe tell me if you would be interested?
Small warning for descriptions of anxiety.
Hope you enjoy!
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There were a lot of people out.
The wide streets between the attractions were stuffed, the incessant drone of chatter and laughter filling the air. Loud sounds came from the different stands, the victory bell of a strength machine, the blaring music from one of the countless rides. Flickering lights accompanied the spectacle, a true spectrum of all kinds of lamps lighting up again and again.
The Prater was alive and turbulent, having turned into a true hub of activity in the warm summer evening. And it was slowly starting to drown König.
König’s eyes kept glancing over his surroundings, jumping from one thing to the next without lingering too long. Just long enough to recognize, categorize, then move on. Any accidental eye contact he established immediately broken, each instance sending a small stab into his increasingly fast beating heart.
König knew what was happening, knew what was coming. And he wasn’t sure what he could do to avoid it, not while bound in his duty.
A Little Bit of Jealousy | König x m!reader
Anonymous asked: Hii can I request könig with m!reader using this prompts
“I don’t like the way he’s looking at you” or maybe
“Everyone should know that you’re mine”
(I just love when someone gets little possessive help-)
summary: König can’t help but to get a little bit jealous from time to time.
tws: swearing, jealousy, possessiveness
König tapped his thigh to the beat of ‘The Red Baron’ by Sabaton as he watched you talking with another sniper, exchanging tips and discussing techniques, along with other things, and although he wasn’t the type to get jealous or to be possessive over his boyfriend, König didn’t like the way that the sniper was looking at you, and he didn’t like the way that they put their hand upon your arm to feel up your biceps; the way that they smiled as they complimented your physique and batted their eyelashes. König couldn’t stand it, not for much longer, and although he tried to push down the feelings and tell himself that you were more than capable of sorting yourself out, more than able to reject any of the sniper’s advances, he couldn’t stop himself.
Scary Dog Privilege | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader
@guardkeywolf asked: “You’re so tense today”
SAS!Male Reader X Rudy where a certain recurit gets on Rudy’s nerves during training and Male Reader gets pissed and goes to find this recruit and scares the shit out of them
summary: Rudy has what the kids call ‘scary dog privilege’ thanks to his husband being in the SAS.
tws: swearing, smoking, mild violence
From your spot on the bench, you could easily watch as your husband, Rodolfo, began to put the new recruits through the ringer and make sure that they had what it took to be part of the Los Vaqueros, a proud smile on your face as you leaned back, sparking up a cigarette and taking a long drag; you were really proud of him, always had been and always would be, and told him frequently when you could. Even though your job in the SAS took you away from him throughout the year and, often, when you least expected it, that didn’t stop you from telling him how proud of him you were, how much you loved him, how you adored him and admired him. Besides, you liked to watch him work up a sweat, you liked to watch him go all strict and stoic, hands clasped behind his back as he shouted orders at the new guys; but then again, you knew he liked it just as much when you were doing it for the SAS.
And They Were Roommates! (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader)
Honestly this was just something in my head, hope y'all enjoy. I just like the fact that everyone thinks the team places random bets on each other.
To an event as such, you’re supposed to bring a plus-one. The task force has a bet going around on what or who Ghost will bring, if anything or anyone at all. Soap bets it’ll be no one, Gaz has a firm belief their lieutenant will bring a friend that no one knows about, Price decides on a partner, Laswell says that he’s married and that Ghost is bringing his spouse.
You’re amused when Simon tells you of the highly placed bets his teammates placed on him. The two of you are suit shopping, well mostly for you- because he has to wear his uniform to the event. “Well, who do you want to win the bet, dear?” You turn your attention away from the navy suit that’s in your hands, looking curiously at your husband.
“Usually Johnny, but I’m obviously bringing someone.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes when he lifts a charcoal suit. He’s half looking for you and half looking for himself, you can tell as much. “It’ll have to be Laswell, unless you want to go a night without wearing our rings.”
You take the navy suit off the rack as well as the charcoal suit that rests in his hands. “Well… we’ve been married for a decade, I’m surprised none of them know at this point.” Then you consider that every part of his civilian life could be classified. “Never mind, I sometimes forget how private a person you are at work.”
Simon leans up against the wall while you change into one of the suits. He’s debating in his mind on whether or not to fuck with his team or come clean about having a spouse. “Could always play the roommate card, like we did with your parents.” He hears you snort and chuckle lightly. “What? I wouldn’t mind messing with my team, they’re always doing some sort of bloody bet on me.”
“If you’d like to, dear.” You open the curtain and smooth out the pants of the suit. It’s the charcoal one that Simon had his hands on- probably more for himself than you, but he’d picked up the one that was closer to your size. “How’s this? Think we’ll just have to fix the sleeves up a bit, but that’s all.”
Your husband comes from off the wall, looking you up and down. His brown eyes become hooded when he falls back on your face. “Think this one will do just fine, luv.” It’s self restraint, you can tell, as he leans back up against the wall and crosses his arms. “The sleeves are fine too, they’re supposed to be that length. We’re very lucky to have found one in your size like that.”
“Indeed.” You shut the curtain back, not wanting to try on the navy suit now that you’d gotten a satisfactory reaction from Simon. “I know that if we’d been looking for a suit for you, we’d be here for hours.” Simon huffs out a laugh, one of agreement. After a minute, you exit with the charcoal suit in your arms- ready to leave.
Dad | platonic!John Price x m!reader
Anonymous asked: hello, I was hoping you could do a price and m!reader ,with the reader being a young soldier in the 141 who price personally trained so there’s that sort of father son bond , with the prompt “this is the sixth fight I’ve had to stop you getting into, what’s going on?”. I kinda have an ideas that the reader keeps getting in fights with the older soldiers cause they don’t think the reader is deserving of being in the 141 but you don’t have to do specifically that. Thank you:)))
summary: Price’s treatment of you does result in some tension between you and the other soldiers.
tws: swearing, violence, smoking
Lazily, you stretched as you folded your arms across your chest, eyes feeling heavy as you yawned so harshly that your eyes watered and your jaw ached; Price had gotten you up early, said something about one of your old RAF colleagues coming over to see how you were doing, and now you were shattered. Price was lucky that he was family, if anything; after he had taken it upon himself to train you up when you first joined the army, seeing you all the way through to joining the RAF and then taking you under his wing so that he could train you for the task force before you joined it under his command, it was hard to think of him as anything else.
I'm Home Now | Alex Keller x m!reader
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: (sorry i love this gif sm)
can i uhhh pls uhhh
alex x m!reader, dramatic airport reunion (the kind with that adorable collision-style hug and kiss), this song pls?
ty i would die for u
summary: Alex misses you so fucking much that he can hardly stand it, but he knows that he's going home, so maybe it's worth it.
tws: swearing
song: The Mortician's Daughter, Black Veil Brides
NOT BARRY SLOANE TELLING NEIL HE CAN GIVE HIM SOME BUTTONS FOR HIS SHIRT BRO
Alex on the set of Vikings season 6B via aleciaagneson on Instagram stories | April 04, 2022
Where there is pasta there is Valter.
📸 Eija’s 02,02.2021 instagram story
Life as a Valter fan be like...
"Why did Valter break up with—?"
"Is Valter dating—?"
"No offense but Valter isn't as hot as his brothe—"
"I just don't like his attitude—"
"Tell Bill I said hi!"




