Deities And Their Tarot Cards (Long Post)

'Cute.' Quinn thought, 'She thinks it's so cute when they brat out and act up all day.' Chuckling to themselves as the said sub is pinned to the wall with their hand around her neck. 'Laughing about it as if trying to get a reaction from me.' Bringing their lips close to the tiny subs ear, they let out a low growl. "We will see just how funny and who's laughing when you're begging for that release later and I say no." Quinn whispers earning a whimper from the bratty sub.

Never related to something more my entire life.

Sometimes I’m her, sometimes I’m him.

To come back to

~ Love&Deepspace

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~ 𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧

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ꪆৎ QIN CHE | SYLUS

beating hearts - smut, fluff (4.1k) ↳ following the aftermath of his match, sylus shows you how much he adores you.

close to you - smut, fluff, fwb 2 lovers (4.9k) ↳ a sleepy morning with sylus results in unravelled feelings.

his eyes all over me - smut, fluff (6.1k) ↳ ever since experiencing sylus' frenzy, you find yourself feeling strange. it all comes to a head after your movie date.

red tape - smut, mma!sylus (8.8k) ↳ the man you're in charge of is somewhat of a handful (...and a mouthful).

sweet summer breeze - smut (5k) ↳ date night with sylus gets out of hand.

winter's kiss - fluff (2.7k) ↳ luke and kieran rope you into spending christmas at the n109 zone (and kissing their boss).

stardust (series)

resonance | part one - smut, fluff (4.5k) ↳ with the aether core's auction quickly approaching, you're growing desperate to resonate with sylus. fortunately for you, he has a suggestion... even if it is less conventional.

a lust for love | part two - smut, fluff (5.7k) ↳ ever since you've left the N109 zone, you find yourself missing a certain white-haired man.

you'll warm the night (series - ongoing)

i only bleed for him | chapter one - smut, angst, beyond cloudfall myth (4.5k) ↳ admist the blooming flowers in tarus city, the dragon claims his beloved.

headcanons/drabbles

ex-husband!sylus

cockwarming with sylus

mma!sylus

ꪆৎ LI SHEN | ZAYNE

blush wine - smut, fluff (5.5k) ↳ a pressing personal issue has you turning to zayne in desperation. he is a doctor, after all.

in every life - mild smut, fluff (1.3k) ↳ zayne wants to spend the morning of his birthday with you.

take a chance with me - smut, fluff (4.4k) ↳ zayne gets called into work, so you bring him dinner.

the emperor's affection (series) - historical au

the first fall of snow | part one - smut (7.7k) ↳ the emperor isn't interested in his concubines, but an encounter with you is enough to change his mind.

keep my hand in yours | part two - smut, fluff (6.9k) ↳ the emperor is intent on convincing you that you are worthy enough to be his empress.

headcanons/drabbles

giving zayne head under the desk

ꪆৎ XIA YIZHOU | CALEB

i'm your man - smut, fluff (5.8k) ↳ riling up your boyfriend is entirely too easy. when he finds out you have a tutor that happens to be a man... well, it's safe to say caleb hates that sort of thing.

headcanons/drabbles

caleb and his dog tags

an arcana of hearts (upcoming series)

multi x fem!reader

you’re a single woman trying to get pregnant. being single certainly isn’t doing you any favors, so you decide to turn to your friends for help. oddly enough, they’re more than willing to help.

tags: mdni, modern au, mentions of pregnancy, fluff, smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex

a/n: okay i know how unhinged this sounds but like hear me out!! the first two chapters will be coming next week :3 and if you would like to be tagged, leave a comment :D

chapter one | the proposal

the spring season seems to have brought on an unrelenting case of baby fever. being single is a problem though... so who better to ask than your five, handsome friends?

chapter two | the magician

rafayel x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter three | the star

xavier x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter four | the chariot

caleb x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter five | the emperor

zayne x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter six | the devil

sylus x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter seven | the lovers

rafayel x xavier x caleb x zayne x sylus x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

LOVEDEEP . . .  !  ☆

summary: p-links for caleb, all links in the star (★.) lead to twitter. as of the time I'm posting this, all the links work so I'm sorry if they videos get taken down or deleted in the future!

cws: pipsqueak usage, pet names, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, overstim, rough sex, dirty talk, morning sex, dry humping, panty kink, sneaking around, squirting

a/n: ive always wanted to post p-links but i never did because i thought elon musk was gonna run twitter into the ground and it would be a lot of pointless work. he IS running it into the ground, just very slowly so i feel like i have time :) I'll definitely do this type of post more often because it was actually fun putting it together and i have a ton of videos that would actually suit all the lads men~

taglist: @@m00nchildwrites, @venussakura, @valleydoli @hys-hyangshine, @i-messed-up-big-time, @yourlocalcatscammer, @sayoko-ou, @umamaki @local-twat @bimbohkitty taglist application

disclaimer: you must be logged into your twitter account to see the content! none of this content is mine or involves me. if you are the owner and would like me to remove your content, just dm! there is sexually explicit content below so mdni!

(★.) caleb's first day back from training went exactly how he'd fantasized since the moment he kissed you goodbye and boarded that DAA shuttle. he'd stroked his cock to the memory of your mouth more nights than he could count, but nothing—fucking nothing—compared to the way you sound now, moaning his name like it's the only word anyone's ever taught you. "fuck, baby girl." he sobs, fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you from behind. "say my name like that again." he demands. "and tell me how much you missed me, please..." even the way you're drooling on the pillow beneath you, you manage to croak the words out. "caleb, missed you so bad. though about you every day. fuck meee, pleaseee~!"

your thighs shake from the mean thrusts and how deep he's hitting, from the way he leans over you and spits his praises like it's dirt in his mouth. "feel that?" you can feel it. the way that he throbs inside of you. he groans when his hips stutter. "had to pretend my hand was a replacement for this tight fucking cunt for months. now look at you, pussy's slobbering all over me. my perfect fucking girl." and your name tears from his throat when you clench around him again, cumming brainlessly. but he doesn't stop. caleb doesn't want to stop. he wants to hear you sing his name like gospel and fuck you until your bedframe is destroyed and reduced down to nothing but kindling for the fireplace. and it goes exactly like he imagined every night he was kept away from you.

(★.) early mornings with caleb never went the same way. most of the time, he needed to be in control, hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you'd float away but today; it was slower. he was slower and gentler when he could hear your whines erupting from the base of your neck as you rode him at your own pace. your thighs straddle his, lazy sunlight warming your skin while air particles danced across your hazy eyes, vision too blissed out to even focus on him properly. he watches you like he's dreaming. he moans like he's trying not to be louder than you, so he doesn't miss each sound you make.

(★.) "i can wait," he speaks into the back of your neck with his shallow breath and he sounds so beyond wrecked for you as he pulls you back just enough to so that you can feel how badly he wants you. "i can... wait... for you." he says these words as if he's trying to convince himself. the fabric between your bodies burns. it's thin enough, soaked, and so fucking frustrating. and still, he doesn't move any more than he's allowed himself. it's just enough to sate the both of you without crossing the line.

(★.) caleb doesn't even have the patience to take them off. he can't. not when they're this cute. "fuck, they're so soft." he whimpers as he rubs his leaking tip against the gingham print of your panties. "these might be my new favorites, honey." your panties are soaked through (all his fault) and when he finally cums, the splash is audible. it's all over your skin. all of over your thighs, your lips, the cotton. caleb gasps like it hurts. and when he's done, he presses his forehead against yours and whispers the softest, most woeful, thank you. as if you just saved his life.

(★.) he's not supposed to be here. not in your room this late at night, not in your bed, definitely not inside of you like this, fucking you so hard that your small bedframe (that he already barely fits in) rattles under the weight of your joined bodies. "gotta be quieter, pipsqueak," he mumbles through grit teeth. "you don't want granny to he… hear us, do you?" caleb smiles down at you when he flips you onto your back and cups your face. he eases back inside of your silky heat. "fuck!" you moan, again just a little too loudly. and he lets you this time because, fuck, granny's hearing has been getting weaker anyway and you just sound so sweet when you let caleb make you feel good like this, pussy sucking him in like you need him more than you need air.

(★.) caleb moves inside you like he's afraid that the pleasure he's giving you will break you, like the loss of the soft rhythm he's set between your thighs is too much. but his thrusts are shallow, slow, so purposeful that it hurts you both. but what gets you most is his hand. his fucking hand and his fingers rubbing that soft spot nestled right between your legs. he starts working soft circles, never stuttering his movement, never rushing either. "that's it, baby," he murmurs, lips brushing your temple as he makes you moan louder than you ever have in your life. "give. me. all. of. it." caleb doesn't chase his own high. not yet. he can wait until you've soaked through his bedsheets. your back arching, cunt tightening as he touches you just right. exactly the way you like it and the way that he's trained you to like it.

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⠀ ⠀ Tides of Treachery

pairings: Pirate!caleb x Mermaid!reader.

notes/warnings: violence, brief mentions of blood. Nearly drowning. Reader is intended to be afab!bodied and gender neutral. no smut in this part, I don’t want it to get too long! Hopefully in part two.

The sea has always been Caleb’s first love. The way the waves rolled and crashed against the hull of his ship, the scent of salt thick in the air, and the endless horizon stretching beyond his reach—it was all he had ever known.

Years ago, he used to happily laugh around and run in the water, throw sand at his friends and enjoy the rays of warmth radiating from the sun. But all good things come to an end, Caleb had learned the hard way that nothing in life was permanent—not love, not safety, not even the land beneath his feet.

His father had gone out to sea one morning to fish for their humble family business, promising to return before nightfall, but the tides swallowed him whole, leaving behind only whispers of his name in the crashing waves.

His mother, left to raise him alone, had done everything she could to keep him safe. But safety was a fragile illusion. The night the world flipped upside down for him, the thugs came, she had fought for him, desperate to keep her boy safe as she hid him in a corner, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him for the final time. Caleb still remembered the way her blood pooled on the wooden floor, how the coppery scent mixed with the salt on his skin as he was dragged outside, kicking and screaming.

He was meant to die that night. The leader of the gang had loomed over him, blade in hand, expression cold and indifferent. But something in Caleb’s eyes must have reminded him of himself—some old, bitter ghost of the past—because he hesitated

“Take him,” the man had ordered. “Teach the boy how to survive.”

And so he did.

Caleb was thrown into a world of cutthroats and thieves, learning how to wield a dagger before he could grow his first beard. The boy who once ran across the shore, carefree and full of laughter, had long since vanished. In his place stood a pirate feared across the seas, his name whispered in drunken taverns and city guards.

He should have felt satisfied. He had carved his own place in the world, commanded a crew that would die for him, listening to his every whim and commands and sailed waters that no man dared to cross.

But sometimes when his crew went to their beds and bunkers, he would step out of his own, in the quiet of the night, when the ocean was calm and the stars burned like embers overhead, he thought of the past. He thought of a life that had once been his before fate stole it away.

A creature he recalled, a siren. an abomination mix of fish and human. he never entertained the talk of catching a siren to keep it for him to sing. if one was unfortunate enough to fall in the nets of his ship would immediately have its scales taken away and itself shipped off and sold to some lord with fortune, that easily explains the amount of coats he has with shimmering scales.

It was on one such night, when the sea lay still and the wind barely stirred the sails, that Caleb saw them.

A shape, moving just beyond the reach of the lanterns’ glow, barely a ripple in the water. He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the edge of The Wayward Star, gripping the wooden railing with steady fingers.

Then, the moonlight caught them.

A figure, half-submerged, skin glistening like pearls beneath the pale light. Their hair floated around them in thick, damp strands, creating an illusion of ink swirling around them, and their eyes—dark and knowing—locked onto his.

Caleb inhaled sharply.

A mermaid.

Not the kind sung about in sailor’s tales, with golden curls and gentle voices. No, this was something else entirely. Their gaze held no innocence, no wide-eyed wonder. Instead, they studied him, unblinking, as if deciding whether he was prey or something more. It made a humming gurgling noise, the odd scent of seasons and spices had attracted it towards the ship.

His fingers itched toward the cutlass at his hip, but he hesitated.

“You watching me?” he called out, voice low, roughened by years of salt and rum.

The mermaid didn’t answer, not in words. Instead, they tilted their head slightly, eyes glinting like two beads covered in obsidian in the dark.

Something about them made the air feel too thick, too heavy in his lungs. He had spent his life commanding men, stealing from those unfortune to pass his ship, fighting battles and staring death in the face without flinching. But this? This was different. that thing unsettled him.

Then, as silently as they had appeared, they slipped beneath the waves.

Gone.

Caleb exhaled, only then realizing he had been holding his breath.

Caleb barely slept that night. He couldn’t. After returning to his bedchambers, his eyes wouldn’t stay closed, he felt like a nail was being jammed into his head, and when he felt comfortable enough for sleep to lull him away, a thunder would wake him up.

Caleb gave up trying to get a brink of sleep. He sat at the bow of The Wayward Star, staring out at the sea as if drilling his gaze into the water infront of him would will the mermaid to return. The waves lapped lazily against the ship’s hull, rocking it. and the stars shimmered like scattered silver, but the water remained empty.

By dawn, the mermaid still hadn’t resurfaced.

He told himself to let it go. He was a pirate, not some fool enchanted by sea myths. There was plunder to seek, ships to raid, and yet—he found his thoughts drifting back to them. The way the moonlight caught the wet sheen of their skin, the quiet intelligence and stupidity in their dark eyes, the way they had simply watched him, like they were trying to understand him.

He had spent his life being feared, respected, hated by most. Never had someone looked at him like that before.

He shook the thought from his mind. Damn that fish, he had better things to do.

But fate, it seemed, had no intention of letting him forget.

The second time he saw them, it was in the middle of a storm.

The sea raged, tossing The Wayward Star like a toy, and rain pelted the deck in thick sheets. Caleb barked orders over the howling wind, his clothes soaked through, his hands raw from gripping the ropes. The storm was bad—worse than most—but he had survived worse.

Then, amidst the chaos, he saw them.

A shadow beneath the waves, moving too fast for the current to carry. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, lack of sleep always did funny tricks on people, but then the ship lurched violently to the side, nearly throwing him off balance.

He barely had time to react before a massive wave surged forward, hitting the ship with unnatural force. The wood groaned under the weight, and his crew yelled in alarm, struggling to hold the vessel steady.

Caleb barely had time to brace himself before the wave struck.

The impact sent him staggering backward, boots slipping on the rain-slicked deck. His fingers scrabbled for purchase on the rigging, but another violent lurch of the ship sent him sprawling. The world tilted—dark sky and raging sea spinning together in a blur—before the deck vanished beneath him.

Cold, crushing water swallowed him whole.

The ocean was deafening. It roared in his ears, filled his nose, dragged him down with merciless hands. Caleb kicked, fighting against the force pulling him deeper, but the storm churned above him, tossing him around like he was nothing more than a scrap of driftwood.

For the first time in years, true panic clawed at his chest.

His lungs burned, muscles screaming as he thrashed against the weight of the sea. He had survived battles, betrayals, and the cruel hand of fate itself—but drowning? Dying alone beneath the waves? The thought sent a sharp bolt of fear through him.

Then, just as the darkness at the edges of his vision threatened to consume him, something moved.

Not the waves. Not the current.

Something else.

A shadow slipped through the water, too fast, too smooth, circling him like a predator. a creature made for water.

He didn’t have the time to register the shape before arms wrapped around him—strong, steady, and colder than the sea itself. A rush of movement followed, the water parting as he was dragged downwards with unnatural speed.

Then—air.

Caleb’s breath came in ragged gasps, his throat raw from seawater and the force of the storm. His hands pressed into the damp sand beneath him, fingers curling around the fine grains as his body shook with exhaustion.

The cave was dimly lit, the glow of bioluminescent corals and strange, shifting lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of salt and something else—something unfamiliar, earthy, and deep. The sound of dripping water echoed in the cavern, mixing with the rhythmic crash of waves outside.

His mind reeled.

How was there air here? How was he even alive?

A flicker of movement made him tense.

Slowly, he raised his head.

The mermaid was there.

They lingered at the water’s edge, half-submerged, their dark eyes watching him with the same unreadable intensity as before. The glow of the cave cast shifting patterns across their skin, highlighting the smooth muscles of their shoulders, the glint of scales that shimmered with every small movement.

Caleb swallowed, still breathless.

“You saved me,” he rasped, voice hoarse from nearly drowning and coughing out salt water. He didn’t know why he was stating the obvious, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

The mermaid tilted their head slightly, considering him. Then, slow and deliberate, they moved closer.

Caleb’s instincts screamed at him to be cautious. He had spent his life surrounded by liars and thieves, men who would slit your throat for a handful of gold. Trust was something he had long since abandoned.

And yet—

He didn’t move as the mermaid reached out.

Their fingers brushed against his cheek, cool and slightly rough, like they weren’t quite used to touching something as fragile as human skin. Caleb held still, his breath catching as they traced the outline of his jaw, their expression unreadable.

Their touch lingered for a moment longer before they withdrew, retreating slightly into the water, as if waiting.

Waiting for what?

Caleb exhaled sharply, running a hand through his soaked hair. He needed to think, to figure out where he was, what they wanted. But the storm had drained him, and the warmth of the cave—unnatural as it was—lulled his body into something dangerously close to comfort.

He should have been afraid.

But for the first time in a long, long while, he wasn’t.

Instead, he found himself staring back at the creature before him, heart pounding, pulse thrumming with something dangerously close to curiosity.

“…What are you?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

The mermaid didn’t answer in words.

But they smiled—slow and knowing—before slipping back into the water’s embrace.

After a few hours, you returned. Different types of fishes for your lovely guest you had dragged to your home, could you be blamed? the deep ocean was starting to get boring and dull, hunting fishes would not excite you. Days weren’t looking brighter and you felt like day by day you were evolving into a sea cucumber laying uselessly on the sand waiting for your eventual demise.

You swam through the water effortlessly, the cold depths parting for you as you carried your prize—an assortment of fish clutched in your hands, still fresh, their scales gleaming under the soft glow of the cave’s bioluminescent corals.

It had been years since anything had truly interested you. The ocean, vast and endless as it was, had lost its thrill. Hunting was easy. The other creatures of the sea were predictable. You had seen everything there was to see, done everything there was to do.

But him—the human—you had never encountered something quite like him before.

He was fragile. Small, in comparison to the beasts of the sea. His limbs were awkward and unfit for swimming, his body weighed down by the very waters that carried you with ease. And yet, despite his weakness, he fought.

You had seen the fire in his eyes, the defiance that burned even as the sea threatened to swallow him whole. A lesser creature would have gone limp, accepted their fate, but he had thrashed, struggled, survived.

That made him interesting.

And interesting things did not come often in your world.

So, really, could you be blamed for dragging him here? For watching him as he gasped for breath, the air in the cave filling his fragile lungs? For wanting to see how long he would last before his fear turned his survival instincts to recklessness?

You breached the water’s surface, the fish still held tightly in your grasp, and your dark eyes immediately sought him out.

There he was.

The pirate.

He had not moved far from where you left him. His body was curled slightly, one arm slung over his bent knee, head resting against the damp rock. His breathing was steady now, slower, but his exhaustion was evident.

You took a moment to observe. Poking his feet to test the waters before crawling out of the water and on top of him.

His skin was warm, unlike the cold-blooded creatures you were used to. His hair, still damp from the ocean, clung to his face in uneven strands. His chest rose and fell in slow, rhythmic motions, his lips slightly parted as if caught between sleep and wakefulness.

The fish in your hands flopped weakly, their gills opening and closing in vain. You had chosen well—fat, fresh, the best you could find. Surely he would be pleased.

But as you placed the offering beside him, he did not react.

You frowned.

You reached out, fingers ghosting over his skin, pressing against his shoulder. The warmth of him startled you, even now, and for a brief moment, you simply felt—the rise and fall of muscle beneath your touch, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly in response.

You raised your webbed hand and slapped it down on his firm chest.

Plap!

His eyes snapped open with a gasp. For a long moment, you two simply stared at each other.

Then, slowly, ever so slowly, his gaze flickered downward—to the fish beside him, and to the naked scaled-covered chest of the mermaid hovering over his face, blocking his view of the cave. he averted his eyes to the fish, it was still twitching, their silver scales glinting in the dim light.

A pause.

Then, he exhaled through his nose, something between amusement and disbelief flickering across his face.

“…Did you just bring me food?”

You blinked.

Of course you did. What else would he eat? Rocks?

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he sat up. His fingers brushed over the fish idly, as if testing to see if they were even real.

“Well. Can’t say I’ve ever had a meal delivered to me by a sea creature before.” He glanced back at you, his lips quirking at the corners. “Guess I should be flattered.”

You tilted your head slightly, watching him.

Strange.

You had given him a gift—an offering of peace, even—and instead of taking it seriously, he was… laughing, what was laughing supposed to mean here? humans were so so strange.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer, your face mere inches from his. His breath caught slightly, his gaze flickered to your lips that were inching just centimeters away from his, but he held his ground, his eyes returning up to watch you in return.

Interesting.

Your lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile but wasn’t quite a threat, either.

This was going to be fun.

𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ~ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

strictly 18+ only // all content warnings can be found on each link

forewarning: obviously the voices aren’t going to sound exactly like the actors / characters so I’ve gone more for how the vibes and attitudes fit with the characters, you’ll just have to use your imagination tbh my darlings!!

most of these are intended for female / afab listeners

other than that go wild and happy listening my babies <3

Eddie Munson

cute goofy Eddie learning to dom

blowing shy virgin Eddie at a party

switch! Eddie wants to make you feel good

waking you up by eating you out

more switch! Eddie, dom then sub

pegging tied up Eddie

grinding on him whilst he works

Eddie being goofy and cuddly leading to a makeout session

getting fucked by the dungeon master

listening to Eddie jerk off

Steve Harrington

teasing you (fwb situation)

fucking you in a sundress in the middle of a park

jealous dom Steve

makeup sex with jealous Steve

Steve dirty talking and teasing you

voyeuristic Steve watching you get yourself off

Billy Hargrove

Billy gets you back for being a brat all day

putting you in your place (degradation)

Billy gets possessive when you wear your ex’s shirt

you get jealous so Billy reminds you you’re his

Billy’s jealous over your new roommate

Billy commanding and degrading you

Robin Buckley

friends to lovers, sharing a bed

shower sex with Robin

Robin wakes you up to fuck you

your first time with Robin

Robin helping you forget about your boyfriend

spending your day off in bed with Robin

experimenting, your first time with a girl

Robin worshipping your pussy

Nancy Wheeler

morning sex with Nancy

Nancy teaches you how to please her

more morning sex with Nancy

sharing a tent with Nancy

Nancy touching herself next to you until you wake up

Jonathan Byers

trying to be (soft) dom for the first time

needy sub Jonathan

first time with shy Jonathan

Jonathan isn’t getting the hint, so you take charge

riding devoted sub Jonathan after a stressful day

link to search website yourself

main masterlist // stranger things masterlist // stranger things audio list part two // stranger things audio list - other characters

p.s. I will keep adding more as and when I find them / when they’re sent to me <3

on that note, if you find any you think would fit the characters please do feel free to send them my way so I can add them to the list!!

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I completely agree. The amount of Moon pops I would inhale would make Sun lose his mind. I can't even begin to think about how much of a mess Sun would face. His poor clothes would get so sticky and I can't even imagine the ball pit. I could see kids throwing their popsicle sticks in there or up in the play tubes.

Sunnydrop Pop

My D&D discord was talking about character pops. We’re tempted to get tattoos of them. I’ve been debating between mothman or Spider-Man lol

Still trying to decide if Sunny would be Lemon flavored or Banana…

Happy to receive advice or constructive criticism 🥚❤️ - Eggy