#Sorry there hasn't been anything for a while

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NSFW alphabet ♡♡

Characters: The Hanks, AFAB!reader

Warning: uh sex

Summary: title is prettyyyyy self explanatory

A/N: sorry if this sucked I've been gone for soooo looooong

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

They're all suuuuper cuddly after sex. Well, they're cuddly no matter what, but it's extra when it comes to aftercare. They'll get you- and the other guys- whatever you need in a heartbeat. A bath, water, some food. And after allat, they just form a big cuddle pile and go to sleep with you in the middle.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hank 1: His favorite body part on you would be your hands. He likes just the feel of them and the intimacy feeling of holding them while making love to you. His favorite body part on him would be the same as yours- his hands. For the same reasons too. The intimacy feeling.

Hank 2: His favorite body part on you would be your face. If that even counts 😭. He just thinks you're jaw-droppingly beautiful. Straight eye contact and everything during sex. His favorite body part on him would be his arms. They all got hellaaaaa muscle. And he know he looks good.

Hank 3: His favorite body part on you would be your ass. He doesn't care if it's fat, skinny, or in the middle; ass is ass. His favorite body part on him would be his dick. Let's be so fr 😭. And every moan that comes outta your mouth makes his ego inflate a little bit more.

Hank 4: His favorite body part on you would be your belly or your face. Your belly because he like the way it moves when you're have sex. He gives me the vibes that he loves himself a chubby woman. Your face for the same reason as Hank 2. His favorite body part on him would be his abs/torso. He's so proud of his abs, like why do you think he's out there rocking a crop top?

Hank 5: His favorite body part on you would be your boobs. If you asked him tho, he'd say your face because you're just that pretty. But it's your boobs. Like Hank 3 with ass, it doesn't matter if they're big, small, or in the middle- boobs are boobs. He just thinks they're pretty fr. And mesmerizing when they bounce. His favorite body part on him would be his hands. Like Hank 1, he just likes to grab onto yours and your body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hank 1: He will cum anywhere you want to. He asks before it happens where you would want him to and he just follows.

Hank 2: He loves your face, so if you let him, he'll either cum in your mouth or on your face. He cums like 10x harder when you let him. But yk if you say you want him to finish in a specific spot, he won't complain fr.

Hank 3: Practically begs you to let him cum inside you. He either cums in you or on your pussy.

Hank 4: He prefers to either cum on your belly or inside you. Again, he loves your belly soooo. He gets hard right over again when he sees his cum on your stomach.

Hank 5: Prefers to cum on your pussy. If he can pull out in time, which is a 3 out of 10 chance. And of course if he doesn't pull out in time, he comes inside.

And if they're wearing a condom, they are NOT pulling out for shit. Why bother yk?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hanks 2 and 3 have def stolen your underwear and used it to jerk off. Hank 3 has done it more than 2 but yk. Hanks 1, 4, and 5 don't have much secrets. Everything just comes out of the wazoo with them. #shameless. Hank 3 would totally tell you everythinggggg tho, but you haven't asked so he hasn't said nothing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh they're experienced. They've been fucking since you came into the picture. #boyfriends. They know what they're doing, for sure. Don't even worry.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hank 1: His favorite is cowgirl. He loooves seeing you on top.

Hank 2: Very vanilla, but he likes missionary.

Hank 3: His favorite is either doggystyle or cowgirl.

Hank 4: He likes mating press. He likes to be in ittttt.

Hank 5: Same as Hank 2, his favorites missionary.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

When are they NOT goofy? You best believe their borderline cringe vocabulary and jokes are being expressed during sex. They just like hearing your laugh being cut off by moans. Don't even get me started on Hank 3s dirty talk. It works, it turns you on, but a little part of you cringes everytime he talks. But it makes the experience better.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hanks 1 and 3 have a bit of a bush down there. Hanks 2, 4, and 5 are almost clean shaven, they have a little happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It's kind of hard to be like candles and rose petals type of romantic because of their goofiness. But if you want candles and rose petals, they'll give it to you. They're always talking and praising you during sex. And the way they look at you with their pupils dilated too. Sex with the Hanks is a mix of romantic intimacy and goofy jokes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

They barely jerk off. Why look at a picture when the real things right there? But sometimes Hank 3 does- like I said before- using your underwear he stole.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hank 1: Praise, Neck kissing/licking

Hank 2: Eye contact, overstimulation (either you or him), Praise as well

Hank 3: Spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation, praise

Hank 4: Teasing/edging, begging, praise

Hank 5: Eye contact, praise, slight scratching, maybe a bit of breeding

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

They all prefer the bed, occasionally a couch. Just anywhere with cushion on it. The bed is the best place for then to take turns with you or have you take them all at once. The couch is good for one or two at a time. It's less moving room compared to the bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hank 1: Dirty talk and teasing gets him going quiiiick. A little whisper in his ear and a hand trailing down his chest gets him hard immediately.

Hank 2: Almost the same as Hank 1, lightly touching him sensually gets him going. A low-cut shirt and anything that exposes your thighs also does the trick.

Hank 3: Everything gets this guy going. You can say "hi" and he's semi hard.

Hank 4: Any touch to his hips area turns him on. If Hank 3 is the easiest to turn on, Hank 4 is second on the list.

Hank 5: Short skirts and shorts turns him on. Hellaaaaaa stares but won't tell you he's hard. He just waits for you to do something.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

They will never hurt you in any shape, way, or form. Sorry to all you freaks, but they wouldn't be into BDSM or S&M. Most they would do is bondage. They also won't do degrading or anything like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They all prefer to give head than receive it (maybe sometimes giving and receiving at the same time yk). The best at giving head is Hank 3. He eats it like he's starving PLUS his hooked/big nose. Heaven. But they're all really dam good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hank 1: His pace depends on the mood yk. Sometimes it's slow, sometimes he's fast. It also depends on if he's the only one inside you at the moment. If there's more than one dick inside of you, he's going slow. Don't want to overwork you.

Hank 2: He's a mix of both. He's slow and rough, if that makes sense. When he's close, he speeds up a bit. And if you finish before him, he goes slower, then gradually speeds up to his normal pace.

Hank 3: He's also a mix of both, but the opposite of Hank 2. He's rough and sensual. And if you finish before him, he doesn't go slower. Unless you literally cannot take it anymore. THEN, he'll go slower.

Hank 4: He's slow and rough too. He wants himself as deep as he can get in there. But it depends on how you want it. Like he asks you beforehand. If you want fast, he'll give you fast. If you want slow, he'll give you slow.

Hank 5: He's slow and sensual. Takes his time with you. When he's getting closer, he gets rougher but not faster. But if you beg for fast, he'll go faster. But not like Hank 3 kinda fast. Just a little bit faster.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

The only one open to quickies would be Hank 3 (obvi) and maybe, possibly Hank 4. The rest want to take their time, make it comfortable and sensual. Plus there isn't much quickie opportunities if you're inside all day. The bed/couch is right there, why are we in the bathroom? But after Realization and they're actual people and they're going out and about in public, Hank 3 and 4 are the only ones that would probably have quickies in like bathrooms.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Their whole persona is risk-taking. If you want to try something out and it doesn't involve pain in any way, they're willing to try it out. Like I said before, after Realization, there'll be more risk-taking opportunities. But before that, you're all cooped up in your house, alone. No risks there. Kinda sucks but yk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hank 1: He can last like 2 rounds, but he'd need a bit of a breather in between them. He lasts a pretty good time, doesn't cum too early or too late.

Hank 2: He can last like one round, MAYBE two if he has enough energy. He also lasts a pretty good time, but he cums earlier than Hank 1. But not like off-puttingly early.

Hank 3: He can last two-three rounds with breaks in between. He cums the earliest out of all of them but he makes his turn enjoyable don't even worry gang.

Hank 4: Same as Hank 2, can last one round, two if he has enough energy. Everybody thinks he lasts the most time but he's just prolonging his release as long as possible. Literally just edging himself everytime. 1, because he wants you to cum first. 2, because he likes the struggle of keeping it in.

Hank 5: If Hank 3 is the fastest to cum, Hank 5 is second in line. He can last one round before he's burnt out. But maybe if you give him a long enough time to recover, he can go again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They have a couple cock rings and bullet vibrators, but that's it. And in the game, you obviously have some toys yourself. They use the toys on eachother, if they feel like it. But it's five guys plus you. There's enough stimulation and pleasure. Toys are useless. But hey if they feel like it and you agree, they might just use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hank 3 and 4 are the only ones into teasing. The others like to get to the point. Slowly, but they get there. Hank 4 likes teasing more than Hank 3 tho. Hank 4 actively chases that high everytime he's having sex. With anyone. Hank 3, tho, teases occasionally. He just likes the way you react to it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hank 1: He grunts and moans. But he talks too. Like I said before, he's asking you if you're feeling okay. And his words come out all breathy and moan-y.

Hank 2: He let's out loud, shaky breaths. But sometimes he DOES moan. Sometimes. But it sounds so good everytime he does.

Hank 3: He does not stfu during sex. Dirty talk galoreeeee. Moans a lot too.

Hank 4: He also doesn't stfu during sex. Not much dirty talk, just regular talking. And hyping you and the other Hanks up. Moans a lot too.

Hank 5: Hes the loudest moaner out of all five. If he talks, it's all breathy and quiet. Lowkey high-key whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Most of the time, they prefer to have you all at once rather than one at a time. But again, depends on what you want and if everybody agrees.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hank 1: He's the biggest of the 5, at 8.5 inches. He's a shower too. And he's thickkkkk.

Hank 2: He's the third biggest. He's about 7.5 inches in length and a little thick but not as thick as Hank 1. He's a grower. Soft, he's about 6 inches.

Hank 3: He's about 7 inches in length and he's not thick and he's not thin either. Right in the middle. And he has a vein going through the left side and to the middle.

Hank 4: He's the second biggest, at about 8 inches. Also a shower, and thick. Curves up a little.

Hank 5: He's the same length as Hank 3, but a wee bit thicker. It curves a bit to the right. And when he blushes, his tip gets a bit redder.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hank 1: It's pretty normal, but it's more high than low. All of the Hanks have a pretty high sex drive. But out of all of them, he has the least. But it's still high.

Hank 2: It's pretty high. A little higher than Hank 1s.

Hank 3: The highest sex drive anybody has ever seen. If you want it every single night, he will give it to you every single night.

Hank 4: Second highest sex drive. Almost as high as Hank 3. He can just hide it better than Hank 3.

Hank 5: He's right in the middle. Not super high but not super low.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

After the aftercare, whatever it may be, they are spentttt. The form a cuddle pile with you in the middle and sleep. Hank 3 and 4 snore like dads bro. Good luck if you're a light sleeper. All the Hanks sleep like rocks. It takes an arm and a leg to wake them up. It's always Hank 1 and 4 on the bed, you're laying on top of both of them, Hank 2 on the left, Hank 3 on your right, and Hank 5 with his head on your lap/on your legs.

I haven't posted in a hot minuteeeee

Sorry if it sucked

I made this while watching a movie so I was lowkey distracted 💔💔😗

[lush-escape]

The Vigilante's Guide to Grief

wc: 1.6k a/n: I listened to the kpop demon hunters soundtrack while writing this. Soda Pop has me in it's CLUTCHES. Bruce is a softie in this chapter bc me and my daddy issues say so. Also Christy? She's my irl therapist and we LOVE her here okay? prev: denial next: bargaining

Stage three: Anger

Jason sat on the couch, his worn journal in his hands. Despite only being written in a few times he continuously toyed with the edges of the paper - fraying them. He stares out the window, his mind a jumbled mess. He just got off the phone with Bruce and now he was in a worse mood than when he had woken up.

hi I miss you

it's the 17th. B just called. Wish you could've been here to hear it. Think he was guilt tripping me. Told me it's been almost a month since I've been to the manor. What does it even matter?

Jason pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

I can't. Feels like it gets harder every time I go over there. Yeah it's been a few months since

Between the call with Bruce and remembering your death, your funeral, the tombstone Bruce had placed for you in the family cemetery on the manor grounds Jason was at the end of his rope for the day. 

“Fuck!” 

It's loud, angry. Something that would have made you jump - he hates himself for it. His notebook flies across the room and smacks against the wall. His pen is broken in half. As he stands from the couch he pushes the coffee table out of the way with his foot, hitting the tv stand knocking over a picture frame.

The sound of broken glass makes Jason stop. It's like his heart is breaking all over again. It hurts. He feels his heart skip a painful beat, he feels his breath catch in his throat.

“Stop it!” You yell at him from the bedroom door.

It had started as such a stupid argument. So many little things during that day that resulted in heightened frustration between the two of you. 

“Don't tell me to stop. I didn't fucking do anything.” Jason snaps at you and you stare at him in disbelief for a split second before your expression turns hurt.

Jason knew he had some anger issues he needed to work on and he hated that he was taking it out on you even if it was subconscious. He hated himself for it.

“You're in here slamming stuff for no reason!” You shoot back when he tells you he hasn't done anything.

“Oh, boo-hoo.” Jason grumbles as he rolls his eyes. He can't stand the way he's treating you but he can't stop it.

“Jesus Christ, I can't have sunshine comin' outta my ass every second of the day for you. Fuck, you're so sensitive sometimes, you know that?”

You stop.

Jason stops.

Your disappointed scowl falters and your lips pull downward into a trembling frown. You've both said worse to each other before, more scathing biting insults. There was just something about this time that hurt.

Jason sees the way your eyes turn glassy with tears and the way you begin to frown. That's all it takes for all of his anger and frustration to completely melt away. He rubs his hand down his face and sighs.

“Baby, I'm sorry-”

You shake your head to stop him. You know that if you try to talk now you'll end up crying.

“No, no, please. Baby,” he takes a step forward and you take one back, making him stop in his tracks. He stares at you like you just burned him. With his mouth parted he watches as you turn and close the bedroom door behind you. It only takes him a second to register what happened.

He doesn't try to open the door knowing that if it was locked he might as well just rip his heart out of his chest and let you physically step on it in front of him. Instead he stands in front of the door with one tentative hand on the handle.

“Baby, please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know I didn't mean it. I'm sorry for being such an asshole.” He begs for your forgiveness through the door.

You stay silent. You know you need space, he knows you need space but he also has a codependency issue that makes it hard for him to stay away from you.

Jason's not sure if minutes or hours pass by. All he knows is his back hurts and his legs are stiff from sitting on the hardwood floor with his back to the door. Waiting silently for you to come out. Silently listening to you sniffle and cry, dying a little bit more inside knowing he can't do anything to comfort you yet.

But eventually you do. Slowly and quietly you open the door. You sniffle quietly and if you weren't still upset with a headache from crying you would've laughed at how ridiculous Jason looks as he scrambles to his feet.

“Hey,” your voice is hoarse and raspy from your much needed crying session.

“God, baby, I'm so sorry.” Jason whispers. He's on you immediately. Big strong arms wrap you in a warm hug. Jason sighs audibly in relief. He buries his face into the top of your head, eyes closing as he breathes you in. Your nose presses into his chest and you let him hug you, too tired to reciprocate just yet - wanting to soak in his warmth.

He repeats a flurry of “I'm sorry” and “I didn't mean it” against you. You can feel the way his heart thuds in his chest and you can feel your bottom lip tremble again. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“You're perfect. You're not too sensitive. I mean- okay. You are. But it's not a bad thing. I love that about you. I love you. I love you so fucking much, I'm so sorry. Please I'll do anything-” He was panicking because even though you've fought and argued before - as any couple does - he's never made you cry.

“I let my anger get the better of me, I should have never-”

“It's okay…” You interrupt him and turn your head to the side to rest your cheek against him, your ear against his heart. 

“No, it's not.” He kisses the top of your head.

You're quiet again, “Okay.. it's not… but we both weren't being the best. I'm sorry, too.”

“Don't apologize. Ever. You could shoot me and I'd never want you to apologize.”

Jason remembers how downright scared you looked that night when he slammed the kitchen drawer shut. He hates himself all over again. He walks over to the notebook and picks it up.

“Sorry…” he mutters. He's not sure if he's saying it absentmindedly to the notebook, himself, or you. Either way he exhales roughly and sits back on the couch. He looks over his journal entry and slowly gets back to it.

It's been a few months since I've been there. It's harder now with your headstone there. I wasn't at my best when Bruce had it put in. I was angry. You would have hated it. You were never afraid tho just gave me that damn disappointed look. That hurt more than anything. I <u>hated</u> that. I deserved it though I was such an asshole when I was mad

“What the fuck is that?” Jason asks as he stares out the floor to ceiling window. It's such a small thing, your tombstone being added to the family plot. But Jason notices immediately as he walks by, the way the number grew overnight.

“Hm?” Bruce hums as he positions himself near Jason.

“I said, what the fuck is that?” Jason's voice is laced with venom at this point.

Bruce finally inhales and opens his mouth to answer.

“Without my permission?” Jason asks with quiet outrage.

“I didn't know I needed your permission.” Bruce says quietly but firmly.

“Not even a warning?”

“She was part of the family-”

“Oh don't give me that shit!” Jason turns to Bruce with a look that could kill. “You didn't even ask! She didn't want to be buried, didn't want a headstone! That's why I put her in a fucking urn.”

Bruce is silent. Perhaps he was in the wrong on this one, he thought.

“What's it say, huh? Who'd you put her by?” Jason's breathing was ragged. He knew he was overreacting, deep down he knew, but with something so big to memorialize you - it made it all the more real to Jason.

“Al-” Bruce begins to answer but Jason cuts him off. He's crying. It's the first time he's cried in days but there's a small part of him that feels safe, comfortable, doing it in front of Bruce.

“Don't. Fucking don't-” Jason's voice cracks as he pushes Bruce's shoulder. “You shouldn't have-” He points a finger at Bruce. “She didn't fucking want-” Jason's crying now. Fat tears stream down his face, his eyes tired and heavy and red.

“Come here,” is all Bruce says softly, offering an open shoulder to Jason.

He stands defiantly for a second before his resolve finally crumbles. With a shaking sob he pulls Bruce into a bruising hug and cries into his shoulder.

“I'm so sorry,” Bruce murmurs as he hugs his son.

“S’not fair,” Jason cries.

Christy says I'm doing better with managing my anger. I tried so hard for you. To be better. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't do it sooner. Or try harder. I think you would be proud of me. You always said you were but this time I know you would be

Jason wipes at a tear in the corner of his eye. He mumbles a curse under his breath and grabs his phone from his pocket. He can feel his emotions beginning to overwhelm him, he sees the warning signs now and knows how to cope. 

Maybe therapy isn't as stupid as he thought, he thinks.

He sends a text to Dick asking to meet him at the gym.

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I'm going to stop posting on here for the time being

Alrighty, now that I've hopefully gotten your attention, I've got some bad news, and some kinda good news maybe?

I wanna first start by saying I'm really really sorry about the inconsistency in posting over the last while. Mental health hasn't been the best lately, to say the least lol. And I know it's likely not a big deal and I apologise a lot for this, but I said I'd be at least relatively consistent, and I have not been at all, and I feel like absolute crap for that :(

Apology out of the way, I am going to stop posting polls here, at least for the next several months, though that may extend much further

The main reason being I am currently working 2 jobs, so I'm working a lot more than I had been, and it was hard enough to keep up then lol. And with all the other things going on in my life rn, unfortunately they take priority over Tumblr. Out of all my blogs, this one is by far the most mentally and emotionally draining to run, so if I have to cut one out, it's gonna be this one

I feel like I've gone through the vast majority of ships here, though, so we had a pretty good run, I'd say

Now, I may come back to this when I have my life somewhat sorted out or at the very least, when I have more time and energy. If that happens, I'll likely do a blog restart of sorts. Nothing is guaranteed, but I'd like to return to this someday!

And I will still continue reblog ship art/fics/other media when I find it, so this blog won't be entirely empty lol

I've finished off the rest of the ship requests in my inbox, and any future ship submissions will be deleted

I will, however, keep my inbox open, just in case anyone has anything important they need to tell me (An unlikely scenario, but not an impossible one)

I've known I had to make this post for over a week, but it still makes me sad to do it lol

(If you want, you could also check out my main, @call-me-chips, I'm much more active there and post mha art sometimes, if you wanna see that)

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Slight mature theme (mention of sex) so I'm putting 18+ just to be safe ❤️

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Part one Winter + Spring ❄️🌼

Summer ✨☀️

Summer arrives and with it comes the guilt and missing Eddie. Thoughts niggle at you when you're trying to relax or keep busy, you miss your friendship with Eddie and don't understand where everything went wrong.

Why was Eddie so against Matt?

Speaking of Matt, the two of you had gone on a few dates, but all you can think about is Eddie. It's not fair to Matt; he seems like a nice guy, and you push yourself to try with him.

On one of your dates to Family Video to pick up some movies Eddie is there with Dustin and Nancy for the usual Friday movie night. Of course, Eddie is stubborn and you're stubborn, so neither of you makes a move to say anything. All Eddie does is glare at Matt like he's some sort of upside-down hell creature.

Robin rolls her eyes at him and sings songs under her breath. It sounds a lot like she's saying Eddie is jealous, but that's completely ridiculous because he's with Chrissy, and why can he have a girlfriend but you can't date anyone? He was infuriating.

It doesn't stop the hollow feeling in your chest when you leave, you miss him, and if you just turned back for one second, then you'd see his sad face watching you go.

Not long after that you find out that Eddie was right from the start that Matt was a player. You see him on a date while you're out with Robin and Nancy for the day, and you can't believe you were so stupid.

You get out of the relationship super quickly and don't even look back when you walk away from Matt.

You so don't have time for shit like this.

Soon after you find out from Dustin that Chrissy and Eddie have broken up. Despite being mad at him you'd never have him face heartache alone.

So you arm yourself with Eddie's favourite candy and head to his new place. When you knock on the door he tells "Dustin, dude. I'm okay. Will you stop bugging me every minute kid. I'm fine"

"It's me, Ed," you answer back, and suddenly the door is wrenched open, and you're lifted off your feet into a bear hug.

"I missed you, so much princess" he mumbles into your hair and you melt into him, tears roll down your cheeks and you peer at him sadly.

"I'm so sorry Eddie, I heard about you and Chrissy too, I came straight here when I heard" he shakes his head and holds you close.

"Don't. Don't apologise, I was a dickhead, this was on me, I've been trying to find the right way to apologise for ages and honestly Chrissy and I broke up like two months ago. I just didn't want to say anything to Dustin or the gang straight away, that little shit hasn't left me alone since" he says this with a fond smile and your heart does a little flip, fuck. He was so sweet with Dustin and the kids.

"So is that why you were so grumpy about Matt?" you ask, curious, but don't understand why Eddie's cheeks go pink.

"Uh no. The break-up with Chrissy was pretty mutual, she kinda helped me realise something big..." He trails off but he's still blushing a little bit which is cute but you don't have a clue what he's talking about.

What did Chrissy help him realise? You mull over it but decide to figure it out another day.

"How is Matt?" It seems like he forces the words out and you sigh and cuddle close to him.

"Oh he's an asshole, you were right Eddie. He was a player, I'm sorry I didn't realise that when you said"

Eddie's scowling but you know he's not mad at you and he makes his feelings loud and clear.

"You're too good for him. He's a douchebag to two time you, doesn't know what an amazing lady he has princess" flushed at his praise you kiss his cheek.

You were here now with Eddie and you weren't letting anything come between your friendship again.

Autumn. 🍁🍂

Turns out you figure it out fairly quickly, even if it seems unbelievable to you. At first, you deny it because there's no way Eddie was falling for you. Absolutely no way.

But the signs are hard to ignore. He blushes when you're near, you've made him speechless twice, and Eddie has never been speechless or one to blush in his life. He's nervous, and while he's always a gentleman, you notice it a lot more in the little things he does for you.

When you're together, he wears aftershave, and one time he brings flowers he picked for you, he looked so sweet and bashful handing them over. It was so cute.

It gets to the point where the tension between you two is at breaking point and you can't deny it any longer. It's just who will make the first move.

Eddie is the one who steps up It's late and raining when he drives you to his after Hellfire to watch a movie. He's more fidgety than usual and you can tell something is bothering him.

"Hey princess?" You turn back to him, and he strides up to you, takes your face between his hands and cradles it so gently. Then he kisses you, and it's cliche, but it feels like fireworks and fate. Both of you are dazed and smiling at each other like goofballs when you part.

The two of you only part from your giddy bubble when the door opens and Wayne comes out, he smirks and nods to Eddie.

"Well about damn time boy, thought you were never gonna work up the courage, lovesick fool" Eddie hides his face in your hair and you fight the giggles at his pouty face.

"So that's what Chrissy helped you realise?" You know it's true but it's nice to hear it all the same.

"Kinda hard to be with someone when you're in love with your best friend and she was still in love with Jason" oh shit. Well there it was.

The two of you make love on a cold autumn night after binge watching your favourite Halloween movies, It's full of giddiness and joy and just...

"You know I love you, too, right? I always have" his answering smile is beautiful and he kisses you again, says I love you repeatedly.

After that, the two of you enjoy pumpkin picking dates, trying to make your own cookies which Eddie burns on the first try but perfects them the second time, movie nights, nights stargazing in his van.

finally.

In fact, that's the first thing Dustin says when he walks in on you and Eddie cuddling on the sofa just before a Hellfire session.

"We weren't that obvious were we?" Eddie asks you but before you can answer Dustin butts into the conversation.

"Dude, even Mike noticed and he's the most oblivious guy I know" You stifle a smile and hide your face in Eddie's chest, just listening to Mike and Dustin argue and Eddie and Lucas trying to calm them down enough to start the new Hellfire session.

Life was good.

❤️

"But I think I love fall most of all" 🍂🍁

[videnrambles]

Had this idea for an AU where the Itadori clan used to be cursed tool makers back in the Heian era. They had a very heritable technique called "Blessed Craftsmanship," it allowed them to in fuse their tools with extremely powerful techniques. Their technique also allowed them to turn fallen sorcerers into weapons that hold their technique.

Those who wielded weapons created by the clan were able to singlehandedly defeat armies and conquer kingdoms. But because of how powerful their crafts were, all who held the technique were hunted down and executed.

The technique was believed to be lost until one night on the roof a boy turned an old rotting finger into a sword to save his friends.

Mindless ideas because I’m waiting for my brownies to cook

Because Yuuji doesn’t fully understand the technique and Sukuna is a bitch, the sword is unfortunately sentient and still holds Sukuna’s consciousness.

He's actually pretty chill with it, he mostly just sits on Yuji's wall and watches whatever show the brat leaves on to entertain him.

The sword has cleave and dismantle

The pommel(omg a new vocab word) has the ability to absorb fingers.

Yuuji has always been an artsy kid, excelling in any medium he tries. Every piece he’s ever made has been bought by big name collectors. Even something as small as a Father’s Day card for his grandpa seems to be valued at thousands.

Wasuke nearly had a heart attack the first time it happened. Instead of coming home from school with a card like most 6 year olds, Yuuji came home holding 1000$ and crying. He sobbed while hugging Wasuke, saying sorry that he sold his father day card.

Wasuke cheered him up by telling him that he could use the money to buy a big dinner to make up for it. Yuuji was much happier after realizing he could get his grandpa an even bigger gift now.

The higher ups are kinda unsure on what to do with him. While they are deeply afraid of the weapons he could create, they also want to use him. It's kinda 50/50, really depends on the vibe that day

Kenjaku is delighted with this turn of events.

The prism realm is one of the weaker Itadori crafts

the chance at getting a new one with modern technology is too good to pass up.

The Itadori clan was/is basically the Lockheed Martin of cursed tool making.

Yuuji was already loaded when he entered the jujutsu world from selling his art, but Itadori clan made weapons were worth billions at auction. Gojo has refused to let him sell anything tho.

Theres apparently a bunch of licenses and paper work Gojo needs to get him before he can start selling his creations.

Megumi and Nobara are helping him make a shop to sell wearable low grade cursed tools based around protection rather than fighting. Their goal is to help make life safer for young children and non-combatants apart of the jujutsu world.

Megumi is basically market research finding out what people want

Yuuji may be good at drawing but he has zero fashion sense. Nobara helps ensure the designs are actually fashionable and not just "cool looking."

They plan to launch the business when the graduate.

Gojo is their mascot because he wanted to be included

Yuuji needs to create stuff as part of the training for his technique so he has a suggestion box in the common area. Here are some of the suggestions:

Over 100 from Gojo for glasses that can completely nullify six eyes without effecting his actual vision.

Nanami has requested a bag similar to a bag of holding from DND.

Maki regularly requests weapons from shows and movies

Panda asked for bamboo themed brass knuckles

Toge asked for a necklace that lets him turn off cursed speech

Mai requested something that could help her boost or store more cursed energy.

Todo requested a locket with moving pictures

Yaga asked for a never ending ball of yarn

Ijichi begged for an anti-Gojo barrier

Shoko asked for a bottomless cigaret but was denied, she then asked for a bottomless coffee mug

Gojo hasn't told Yuuji this but every clan has basically sent him a marriage or adoption proposal. The Itadori technique is both very powerful and highly heritable, making it a wet dream for higher ups trying to diversify their clans bloodline techniques.

The Gojo clan is also pushing Gojo to adopt Yuuji so they can have another power house technique aside from six eyes and limitless

Jokes on all of them because Nanami already submitted all the paper work

Okay my brownies are done now so...

[serqphites]

Vamp vicky neuman fic... I beg...

I GOT YOUUUU!!! the vamp brain rot needs to be studied like i literally cannot get it out of my head. first vicky req in what feels like years<3 in this i just got rid of her powers bc i just wanna focus on the vampire part:) also in my mind they live in somewhere like forks in this! sorry i'm a twilight girly at heart 🤷🏽‍♀️

18+, mdni, vic goes down on r while they are on their period, cannibalism mentions, murder mentions, blood mentions obviously, lmk if i missed anything!

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⋆.˚ okay now we’ve all heard of cocky vampire vic, but what about ashamed vamp vic? the woman who lays awake at night, watching you closely as you sleep. she is finally relaxed, chest unmoving as she no longer has to focus on 'breathing'. her gaze is fixated on your peaceful expression, while in her mind she contemplates your future together, almost arguing back and forth with herself. it's something she wants more than anything, more than she wants her humanity to belong to her for even a second longer, but is it even a possibility? is she even allowed to dream for a moment of spending the rest of her your life with you? could she go through with that, watching you grow old and eventually pass on, all while she doesn't look a day older than when you met?

⋆.˚ the time you found out is something she will never forget. how could she have been so stupid, so careless?

midnight cravings when she hasn't hunted in weeks are always disastrous for her, the thought of sinking her fangs into an unsuspecting deer keeping her mind more distracted than she'd ever like to admit. she remembers turning over to check her alarm clock, the neon red beams bouncing off of the walls surrounding her. 2:34am. she could be gone and back in half an hour, and you wouldn't know a thing, right? she couldn't have been more wrong if she tried, and the moment she realised this was when she snook back through the front door to your shared home, only to come face to face with you stood at the foot of the stairs, the blinding light of the torch from your phone causing her to flinch, "jesus baby, you tryin' to blind me?" she chuckles nervously, looking up once you've lowered your phone. your face says it all, mouth slightly ajar, eyes wide, face pale. it's in that moment that she remembers she is covered in blood, trickles of it still pouring from her mouth, staining the pajama shirt you'd bought her a few birthdays ago. it takes a lot of convincing for you to stop freaking out and just sit down with her so she can explain herself, and so she makes you promise to her you won't do anything until she's cleaned up and changed her shirt. your mind is on autopilot at this point, and you're not even sure what exactly you've just promised you won't do as victoria scurries off upstairs. thoughts race through your mind a million miles a second: is my girlfriend a murderer? is she a psychopath? is she a fucking cannibal!? after what feels like hours (realistically it was under 7 minutes) victoria makes me way, slowly, into the living room where she left you. she takes a hesitant seat beside you, eyes glued to your oak coffee table, "thank you... for staying." "why were you covered in blood, vic? why? are- are you some kind of murderer or something!?" you jump straight to the point, tone harsh and confused, partly scared. "no baby no!," victoria turns to you with furrowed brows, reaching out to take your hands into her own. you let her. "it's something i should have told you way too long ago, i was just, hell i don't know. i was scared." "vicky, i'm scared. you have to tell me what it is, please." you're begging at this point, pleading with her to just open up and quiet the theories circling your mind. surely there's some reasonable explanation to this whole ordeal. "i'm... i'm a vampire." (and now i'm cutting it short here because at this rate it'll end up just being a one-shot LMAO)

⋆.˚ as you get more and more used to the fact your girlfriend is a vampire, you can't help the drizzle of intrigue that comes along with it. you have so many questions to ask! i can picture it perfectly, being out on a walk through the woods with her, your lukewarm hand tensing in the grasp of her ice cold one.

"wait- how have you eaten breakfast and dinner with me everyday if you're a-" "i'm not just limited to blood, you know? just because i don't need food, doesn't mean i can't have food." she cuts you off, perfectly stopping you before you can blurt out exactly what she is. nodding, your eyes scan your surroundings, and you catch a glimpse of a squirrel climbing it's way up a tree. "hey! can you eat those?" you turn to her before whipping back to face the direction you spotted the squirrel in, arm extending to point over at it. "i could, but i wouldn't." "why's that?" "not good enough, they hold barely enough blood to keep me full for an hour, they're a light snack at best." she looks to you with a gentle smile, honestly enjoying how your interest has peaked in her... lifestyle.

⋆.˚ now it's time for the nsfw part... and shoot me but i cannot stop thinking about vamp!vicky eating you out on your period. also going with a sinners vibe, imagine the glowing eyes in the dark... anyone else soaked ahahaha what

imagine your hands in her hair, her face buried so deep in your blood soaked pussy you're surprised she can even breathe. well, until you remember she doesn't actually need to breathe (easily the best part about her vampirism, she never needs to come up for air). you roll your hips into her face as her tongue works wonders on your swollen clit, your head rolling back with a spew of curses following. "fuck babe- right there- yeah right there- so fucking good!" the words leave your mouth without you even trying to speak, and from the finger vicky adds to your tight as anything vagina, she clearly fucking liked it. you manage to lift your head long enough to look down at her, her arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them in an unnaturally firm hold. glowing eyes meet your own in the darkness of your bedroom, and for just a moment she pulls away to smirk up at you, a mixture of blood and slick coating her lips and all the way down to her chin. the sight alone makes you feel like climaxing.

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[twicedone]

SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE TLT SERIES (SO FAR) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Okay so, I saw a post on about TLT a while ago and despite my best attempts I cannot find it again. Essentially, it went; "Does Gideon finally have what she wanted, are women throwing themselves at her in the Cohort, does she even care?" It got me thinking like... how would Gideon even handle that in her current state? She's the CHILD OF GOD, she was right, her Father is the most important person in the world and he's finally claimed her. Is it all she ever wanted? Does any of it mean anything to her, without Harrow? We get a tiny glimpse into how its been affecting her through Nona's eyes in the last bits of Nona the Ninth (ie, saddest girl in the world and her lies about Harrow.) so obviously she hasn't been having the greatest time... but that's coming from Nona, who's able to notice the tiniest details in body language and speech. How well as Gideon been hiding her despair from everyone? Does Ianthe know how deeply Gideon fell for Harrowhark (she probably does.) How have her "father" (John was hardly even a sperm donor, he doesn't deserve the title tbh.) and Ianthe been twisting Gideon this whole time? How well do Gideon's lies work on herself? There's so many fucking questions!!!! Anyways. When I think about "THE BIG HERO KIRIONA" (and all her titles that I don't remember atm) there's two scenarios that play out in my head. There's the Kiriona that tries to bury her pain in hedonism, taking full advantage of her position as THE EMPEROR UNDYING'S DAUGHTER to indulge in everything she ever wanted. The second is more plausible (both based on my reading of Gideon's character, and of how Tamsyn has treated sex and intimacy so far.) Kiriona throws herself into the work the Emperor gives her, she fights like a woman possessed for the Cohort, and seeing as she's essentially invincible - takes suicidal risks. I think any sign of intimacy would enrage her, both of the women whom showed her ANY kindness (those women being Cythera and Harrowhark) both "betrayed her" (although only Cythera actually did, but Gideon sees Harrowhark's lunatic act of love for her as a refusal of her entirety.) and would push away anyone whom tried to truly engage with her. We see that Gideon and Ianthe are somehow "friendly", but she also lies and lies and lies to Ianthe the entire time they interact in Nona!!! How much of that friendship is REAL?! I think both Gideon and Harrowhark have an up-mountain battle to fight if they want to truly be together (and FUCK you, they do.) But I think that they'll do it, I think they'll suffer all the agonies of their love to be able to stand side-by-side with one another again. I don't think they'll be making out with each other by the end of Alecto the Ninth, but I think that with Tamsyn's words on the subject at hand (that there WILL be hope.) that we'll be leaving them to work at it until they can. tl;dr GRIDDLEHARK BABY, WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry if this was scatterbrained, I just wanted to sit down and write out my thoughts. <3 ty for reading!!!

[its-just-showbiz]

(had to combine these two branches into one)

He presses himself harder against the wall. His mind keeps flipping between fighting and cowering, between what he wants to do and what he's been trained to do. "Sorry," he winces. The word tastes bitter. He can almost hear the others mocking him for it, and has the thought that their jeers would be almost welcome right now. He stares at the scythe. He hasn't been this powerless in a while. (Well, okay, yes he has. He just hasn't felt it.)

His eye darts towards the ghost then, moving himself away from the blade a bit more. The ghost can't touch him directly and he's at odds with Jevil, so it seems relatively safe enough to be snappy with him- "Stop calling me- you don't know anything about him, okay? Or me. Or us. Stop trying to get into my head." The boss is gonna be pissed. He's probably losing it right now.

Finally, a second alone. The boss has been having me help build his little jigsaw traps, just back and forth, back and forth, little to the left, little to the right, for I couldn't even tell you how long. Ridiculous.

But Ramb managed to distract him long enough for me to take my smoke break. Which probably means I'll owe him... whatever.

If there's ever any doubt that Fell sucks, just check back to this post.

[floratography]

If you look closely, you can see what I think is Polaris (not good with stars)

[onesidedradiostatic]

tbh im a little more worried about the sheer number of people ive seen who just straight up don't know who cain and abel are 😭 im not even christian but i always figured that was one part of bible lore that's common knowledge??

id expect people to not know who seth is- adam and eve's third child who was born specifically as a gift from god, to replace abel after he died and cain was banished. i get that, bc he's not the one with the important symbolic story like his parents and brothers. but come on guys. cain and abel are everywhere.

(prev)

you know tbh I'll be very real with you I know more about cain and abel from the internet than I do as a raised catholic LMAO but idk if that's because I just barely paid attention or retained info from catechism/religious classes or if it's because they just focused on the new testament more

also told an irl friend who was also raised catholic about the hazbin abel reveal and they asked me who abel was so I don't think at least for us being raised with christianity helped us with that knowledge LMAO but yeah I think being on the internet enough most would at least have heard of them

[purpleluckystar]

Hello, I'm still alive :)

So... After trying to work on more personal stuff, failing a bit, then taking a BIG interest in fairy tales, I came with e new, more personal webtoon project...

Meet Jacob and Wilhelm, two brothers that could not be more different from one another, yet remain incredibly bonded! One is introverted, socially anxious, a little strange yet hardworking and well-meaning. The other is extroverted, friendly, emotional but suffers from different physical conditions. Together, they are the brothers Grimm. At the beginning fo the story, they work as assistant librarians at Kassel's library right after finishing their studies. But their little monotonous lives take a turn when they find a strange codex in the forgotten archives...

I won't say too much in this post, but expect other uploads on this project in the future! :)

A little disclaimer: of course those versions of Jacob and Wilhelm, while taking a lot of inspirations from their really-life counterparts, are their own characters here and same thing goes to other historical figures who are set to appear in the story (hi Jerôme Bonaparte). I do not claim Jacob could read and translate a forgotten, magical germanic language, or that Wilhelm was a master swordman for example... XD

(Still looking for a title for this... For now I'll just call it Project Grimm)

[outlying-hyppocrate]

coming back here feels like paying a visit to the fucking dead.

[sskk-manifesto]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

[weaving-knightmares]

Ryan North was SO wrong for making a white billionaire "joke" about working with nazis.............

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

Suddenly realizing just how much therapy did Not make me feel better at all and in fact made me feel Way worse 👍

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

hi, as someone who is also procrastinating on homework, do your assignment! and then your ocs can answer this question: what's something you hate doing? why do you hate it and why do you do it anyway?

the assignment I was talking about in that post got turned it seven minutes before the due date 💪💪 do YOUR homework anon

Also I wasn't sure which characters you wanted so we're just doing Onyx, Ryan, and Cardan cuz they've been on my mind the most lately

Onyx smiles at you. “I don’t hate any of my assigned tasks. Good servants don’t have likes and dislikes. But even if I did have some that I hated, of course I would do them anyway. My feelings aren’t important in comparison to my duties as a servant to the crown. …I suppose hand washing quilts is one of the more tedious chores that I do, though.”

Cardan grins. “I don’t do anything I hate. I used to have tutors and advisors and shit that always wanted me to do pretty much a bunch of paperwork. To organize things or handle allyships and budgets and laws and diplomacy and fucking whatever. It doesn’t matter. I have better things to do. Ryan knows that I’m not going to do it, so if he wants things done he does it for me.”

(we're assuming that Ryan is under some sort of truth serum cuz you aren't getting a word of this out of him otherwise)

“I mean…” Ryan looks away, considering. “I don’t like any of my duties as the prince. Most of it sucks. I do it because that’s how you run a country—by doing what you need to. We’re all cogs in a machine, really, and whether or not I hate something isn’t important enough to keep my cog from moving, since it would collapse the whole machine. If we’re talking about which part I hate the most, though…” He glances up at you and then immediately away again, mulling his words over before saying them. “I really don’t like punishing criminals. It’s one of the things that Cardan wasn’t ever expected to do, and it makes everyone think I’m cruel and enjoy it, and… I mean, it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. And I haven’t actually dealt with any criminals in awhile. Onyx is easier, even when he- uh. Even when he’s difficult, he’s easier than criminals.”