#anon asks

[gild-ui]

no anon! don't fall for his tricks! his head's already too big beneath that balaclava!

[littlefreya]

Do you think Syverson would like it if his girlfriend gets a tattoo of his name on her wrist?

Disclaimer: Logan is not Sy’s real name (he doesn’t have one in the film). I came up with this name for him in Lines in the Sand. However, it’s not the same Sy from that story, nor from Feral Collision. :)

Pure cotton candy fluff.

Please comment and reblog 🖤

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“Now that’s jinxing it, darlin’!” The Captain huffed, displeased at the fresh marking that decorated his girl’s wrist.

A deep frown crested his tanned brow as he inspected it closely, tilting her wrist back and forth.

‘Logan’ it read in big black accented letters. It wasn’t even a good tattoo to begin with. Trashy style, like the one his friends at the unit had. Did she get it at some walk-in studio at the train station? Knowing the reckless imp she is, he wouldn’t be surprised.

“I thought you’d like it…” she answered sheepishly, her voice somewhat vulnerable.

Sy lifted his gaze to meet hers, his big blue eyes softening as he noticed the concern and guilt sufracing her face. Carefully, he cradled her hand between his labour-coarse palms and drew it to his chest.

“Oh, darlin’, don't get me wrong. I love it that you did it for me, but…”

“But?”

“You know what they say about couples who get one another’s names inked, right? They end up breaking up and then you are left with that mistake haunting you for the rest of your life. I don’t want that. I don’t want us ever breaking up…” Sy explained, his voice carrying gently as he took her little palm and brought it to his lips. He kissed each one of her fingers, the bristle of his beard grazing her skin and making her chuckle.

“Is that a wedding proposal?” she jested.

Sy's heart jumped to his throat. For a moment there he wondered if she knew about the ring hidden in his old duffle bag. Looking at her pretty little face, staring at him with fervent anticipation, he considered asking her now, in the heat of the moment. But his impish little love deserved more than a mid-noon proposal.

“Now don’t push it, missy,” he warned playfully and booped her nose. “Now let’s get that tattoo taken care of and put some ointment on it”

[kedreeva]

your peafowl information has ended up in my subconscious. i had a dream where i adopted peafowl and i had to make sure the roof was at least 8 feet tall so they wouldn't break their necks and that there were the right amounts of peahens vs peacocks and that the charcoal morph was bad and reduced the lifespan of those with it. like i don't even intend to get them but i have a bunch of information if i do ig dkgsfjsjgs

This is all I want for the world.... peafowl permeation.

[devilgirlcrybabyy]

Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing and blow through all my wealth 🍓

[sotwk]

I have come so very close several times over the last few months to putting my blog on hiatus. Once or twice I even considered closing up shop completely and just going *poof*.

I believe people should take social media breaks whenever needed for their mental health--please put your well-being first! In my case, however, that's a tough decision to make, because online life and fanfic writing are my escape from real life problems and the anxiety I suffer from because of them. I avoid disclosing my Life's Great Burdens online, but I'm shouldering some whoppers, and the toll they take on my mental health can get significant!

What I really want to express in this post is my deepest appreciation for the Mutuals and Anons who take the time to engage with me through comments and Asks. You help keep my blog active and lively even during my creative droughts, and I want to give you credit!

I don't belong to any writing communities, I'm not active in any Discord servers, and I'm not really in any subgroups of the Tolkien fandom. I'm really just kind of a floater who tries to be friends with anyone who'd reciprocate. Sometimes that makes me feel a little bit like an outsider, but those lovely individual Moots and Anons keep me from feeling lonely or unwelcome.

Extra special thank yous to everyone, Mutual/Follower or not, who recently commented on/reblogged old fics of mine, especially those who did 2nd, 3rd, etc. kudos or comments! The longer I go without posting anything new, the harder I get on myself, and the worse my creative block gets. Thanks to your gentle encouragement, I actually started writing again yesterday. It's still a slow start, but hope it continues to flow.

And to the Anon(s) who regularly send me Asks about my OCs and WIPS--I don't even know what to say! I wish I could thank you properly for this BIG HELP you provide, but for now internet hugs will have to do.

Anyway! I guess the hiatus/desire to quit is once again shoved back into the closet for now. I will do my best to do my part of the work in keeping this blog thriving! :)

PS. Anyone still waiting for responses to requests (esp. for my long-past Summer event)--I'm still game to write if you are willing to wait. <3

[cosmicjoke]

there are still alot of floch stans well after the anime ended im honestly surprised his tags is full of floch simps.. i would think his tag here on tumblr would be the first to go but alas..

Yeah, well, there's a lot of idiots in the AoT fandom, sadly. This isn't the manga/anime for you if you think Floch was anything more than a disgusting POS. I don't know how these people got here, honestly. I can only suppose the themes of the story flew entirely over their heads once it got more complex than humans fighting titans, but they stubbornly stuck around out of some completionist compulsion, lol.

[fandomworld9728]

U got time for some Radioapple Angst? Do ya think you could whip up an angst scenario about where Alastor confesses Lucifer that he likes him but Luci (scared of being left alone again after his divorce with Lilith and everything fell apart) gently rejects him, in fear of being in love again while also wanted what’s best for Al 🥲 and maybe cue to Lucifer leaving the hotel and heads back to the palace to be alone (while also notifying Charlie that he’ll be gone for awhile) 😭

(Radioapple angst coming right up! I actually had a similar idea where it's Lucifer who confessed and got rejected. So, he left the hotel so that way he didn't make Alastor uncomfortable)

Lucifer:

What? Did he hear that right? Alastor, the fearsome and powerful radio demon just confessed to him?

He couldn't believe it, but here Alastor was. Standing in front of him, nervous smile and a bouquet of dead flowers.

This... this couldn't be happening. Right? What in the Seven Rings had he even done to make Alastor fall for him? Last he knew the Sinner had hated him but was slowly warming up to him. For Charlie's sake.

Lucifer would be lying if the declaration hadn't affected him. Because this Sinner, this Overlord, this human soul, had seen him. The real him and not only stayed but also loved him. The last time that had happened was with Lilith. However, she had left him all alone. Had taken their daughter with her because she had grown tired, bored, and annoyed with him. Didn't see him fit to be a good parent for Charlie.

Shaking those thoughts from his head, he tried to focus on the man in front of him. Alastor wanted Lucifer the broken Fallen Angel who was trying to do right by his daughter and the souls in his care. Not the all-powerful King of Hell. So, why were these horrible thoughts swirling around his head?

Would Alastor leave when he got bored like Lilith did? What if they did get together and ended up having a child of their own? Would he take them away like she had? The more Lucifer listened to the voices in his head, the more his panic rose. Why wouldn't they shut up and let him be happy for once?

There were so many factors. So many fears he had. As much as he desperately wanted to smile and say yes, take a chance on these budding feelings he had for the Overlord, Lucifer knew what the smart choice was. Leading with his head instead of his heart this time, he took a deep breath to steady himself.

"Alastor. This is sweet and romantic. You have no idea how happy this makes me. But... I can't accept your confession."

"...What...?"

Oh Satan. Not the break in his vocal filter. This was so painful. He knew he was about to hurt Alastor. About to ruin whatever had developed between them. Would Alastor hate him after this?

"What the fuck do you mean you can't accept my confession?"

"I know that you put a lot into this and that this was probably difficult for you... I'm sorry."

~

Here he was back at square one. All alone in his palace once again. He had to get out the hotel, away from Alastor, as quick as he could. If he hadn't, he would have broken down in front of the Sinner and told him everything.

Forever being broken and pathetic. A coward. Having Alastor hate him was much then him realizing what everyone does eventually when they get close to him. He couldn't go through that again.

Besides, it was too dangerous for anyone to be in a relationship with him. Heaven used his ex-wife and daughter against him once, he knows they'd pull that same shit with anyone Lucifer cared about and loved. Charlie was old enough and powerful enough to protect herself well enough if it came down to it and who knows where Lilith ran off too, so she was fine.

Alastor, while being one of the most powerful human souls Lucifer's seen in a long while, wouldn't stand a chance against the higher-ranking angels and the Elders. At least this way he was safe. Not just from Heaven. Safe from Lucifer as well. Sometimes he was a hard time controlling the darker parts of his powers. Especially when he was emotional.

He could feel it creeping up on him even now-

"No! Don't think about it. Focus on something else. Like... Like ways to help Charlie that don't involve being at the hotel or around Alastor. And don't think about the crushed look in her eyes when you told her that you would be moving back into the palace for the time being..."

Once he had explained why, she told him that she understood. But he hated to make her hurt in any sort of way. He had reassured her he would remember to keep in touch this time and that she could contact him for anything. He'd be back at the hotel once things cooled down between him and Alastor.

But what if things never cool down? Did he ruin his one chance to make things right with his daughter because he was afraid to love again? What was wrong with him?!

Alastor:

He had done it. Alastor had taken Rosie's advice on what to do with these... feelings....

He had spent a good part of the day getting things ready. Their usual meeting place, the hotel's roof, had been decorated with candles and something Angel Dust had referred to as fairy lights.

Music was playing from somewhere. Odd. Alastor didn't remember bringing anything up there to play music. He could solve that mystery later. His grip on the bouquet of Hell's native flowers tightened as his anxiety grew.

The poor things had died as soon as he had touched them. Oh well. If anyone could appreciate the beauty in one's death, it would be his king.

His king.

Ha. Alastor never thought he would be calling the man he once detested by such a title. However, Lucifer had proven himself worthy of such a title. Now, if the man would stop staring at him and give him an answer!

While he did enjoy leaving Lucifer flustered and speechless, he was becoming antsy. Vulnerability was not easy for him and made him uncomfortable. The Fallen Angel knew this, yet he was still standing there gawking at him.

He was about to snap when finally, finally, Lucifer spoke up. But now, Alastor wished that he had just stayed silent. 

"Alastor. This is sweet and romantic. You have no idea how happy this makes me. But.... I can't accept your confession."

What? If this makes him happy then why did he...? Was Rosie wrong about Lucifer feeling the same as Alastor? No... Rosie was never wrong about these things. So, why?

"...What...? What the fuck do you mean you can't accept my confession?"

"I know that you put a lot into this and that this was probably difficult for you... I'm sorry."

Before he could stop him, Lucifer had disappeared in a swirl of red and glitter. Leaving Alastor all alone in deafening silence. What had just happened? Did he just get rejected? Had that pitiful man, that coward, just rejected him and ran away without explaining why? 

What was this feeling? It.... hurt. Felt like whatever had been remaining of his heart was shattering. Digging his claws into the spot, Alastor felt his knees hit the roof tiles of the roof. However, he barely registered the feeling. He felt so numb.

'I'm sorry.'

Sorry? He was sorry?! Alastor would make sure he knew what that meant the next time he saw that poor excuse for a king! He'd rip the devil limb from limb and broadcast his screams throughout the Pride Ring. He'd do it until he was satisfied, knowing that Lucifer can't die. That he'd just regenerate quicker than any Sinner could ever dream of. Even if angelic steel was involved.

~

Alastor had locked himself away for the rest of the night once he found out that Lucifer would not be staying at the hotel for some time. He had planned to wreak havoc on that fool's room to teach him a lesson, but when he got in there, all he did was lay that stupidly oversized yet extremely comfortable bed like he had done so many times before. When he would stay up late to talk with Lucifer when he couldn't sleep.

Alastor had locked himself away for the rest of the night once he found out that Lucifer would not be staying at the hotel for some time. He had planned to wreak havoc on that fool's room to teach him a lesson, but when he got in there, all he did was lay that stupidly oversized yet extremely comfortable bed like he had done so many times before. When he would stay up late to talk with Lucifer when he couldn't sleep.

If Lucifer thought that he could just leave, he had another thing coming. Alastor wasn't going to let him get away that easy. He'd drag that idiot king back to the hotel himself he need be, but he wasn't going to let the man that lit his heart on fire get away. Ever.

No matter what. Lucifer better enjoy what little solitude he was getting right now. It would be the last of it he'd be getting. Alastor couldn't let him out of his sight now. Not after he just ran away like that.

"Prepare yourself, Lucifer Morningstar. You will regret awakening these feelings and desires within me."

(Hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you'd like a part 2!)

[punks-never-die205]

What kinds of custom sex toys would kid make for his partner? You’ve mentioned ✨the bench✨ but what others do you headcanon?

I like to think he has a custom prosthetic for himself where the hand is covered in a layer of soft silicon and the fingers vibrate 🥵

OH

Oh wow I

I just...

fuck

And he always asks if you need a hand, I just - "of course you cum to one finger, look."

Fuck.

just.

I mean... Gods and demons that is brilliant anon, all I have to add is that I think he makes like, custom frames to lock you in place. Cold metal contraptions that aren't as comfortable as The Bench, but they keep you held in place, and are more mobile than the bench.

He's probably got some clone-a-willy type toys too.

A gag that keeps your mouth open, that's been customized to almost as wide as you can stand to go (there's just the tiniest bit of wiggle room).

fuck.

Fuck I'm going to be thinking about that prosthetic for the rest of my life.

Part 2

[misc-obeyme]

Hey CC, did you catch up to lesson 48? I'm low-key surprised we're getting new Simeon lore !? So he's like slowly turning into a Demon?!

SPOILERS for lesson 48! I assume most people have read it by now but you know just in case.

I know I haven't been writing my lesson recap posts, I'll get back to them eventually...

But I did read lesson 48.

We might even be due for the next one soon? I don't know I haven't been keeping track of how quickly they release. And I kinda fell into a black hole for several days, so now it feels like it's been forever since 48 happened lol.

Anyway, I'm not too surprised we're finally getting an update on the Simeon situation. I mean they really left us hanging with the end of OG season 4. But I guess he's becoming a demon now?

I don't really think he's gonna stay a demon. They'd have to make all new sprites if that happened. I think more likely MC will resolve it somehow, like they always do.

I'm hoping he'll get to be an angel again. But I suppose they could also just have him return to human status? I guess we'll find out??

[a-v-j]

Also drem, i must say, you’re VERY pretty !!

[kedreeva]

It always floors me anytime you post a picture with yourself in it, because anytime I think of you, I imagine you just... being a bird

It's like iridescence, the camera just can't pick up on how bird I am in real life

[clangenrising]

listen. i’m not saying that i think russetfrond should die or retire because he is like. 30. but i am saying that i’m holding out for floodstar because the leadership ceremony and lakepaw reunion would be so good!! also i think he’d be a good leader! i think floodstrike has great leadership potential after he grows up and evens out a little. lakepaw i will miss you always but i don’t think her story is over!! i think she’s going to play a big role on the starclan side of things 🤞

Awww that is a cute idea, Lakepaw giving Floodstrike a life! We'll just have to wait and see how things go the heh. You're not far off the mark with some of these ideas :3c

[supernaturalkickparty]

sam giving birth to dean jr in the backseat of the Impala wishing his brotherhusband was with him. yeah it is alright. totally dont wanna rip my heart out of my chest 😔✌️

Wow ok too damn early for this🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sam still has a few weeks to go and he's been taking a look at different houses, a bunker isn't a place to raise a child and there's too many memories tied to the bunker.

He's a few towns away from Lebanon, he has a few houses on the list, one in particular is his favorite. Nice backyard, spacious for him and their his son.

He's on the road when the first contraction hit.

He tells himself it's Braxton Hicks and that he just needs to get some water and to walk it off for a bit. The problem is that he's about an hour away from the next town.

He pulls over when he gets another strong contraction, decides to walk around the car, and his water breaks.

Sam calls 911 and let's them know how far away he is and how close his contractions are.

He's hoping that he'd make it to the hospital, he's hoping Dean would have been here to be part of this moment.

All he has is the family car, and a shirt from Dean he's been using as a security blanket. It still smells like him.

He's in the backseat since it has the most room and he's trying his best to hold it together but the contractions are too close together and there's no way in hell this baby is waiting for paramedics to get here.

It's another few minutes and he feels he has to push, he isn't sure why his labor is progressing this quickly and at the moment he hates Dean for not letting him try to bring him back. They could have but he knows deep within his heart if he had brought him back, it would be another world ender.

He gets his jeans off and bears down and pushes, after three pushes Dean Junior is out and a very strong crier.

Sam wraps him up in Dean's old shirt and he calms instantly.

Dean couldn't physically be here, but maybe he was in another way for them.

[lestappenforever]

hey mona how are you feeling? how did the surgery go? <3

Hello, anon! You're so sweet for asking, and my apologies for the slightly delayed response here! Yesterday became a bit more stressful than I had hoped for. 😅

Putting this under a 'Read more' just so people who don't want to read about stuff like this can avoid it. TW: Mentions of blood.

I'm feeling pretty well! No pain or discomfort yet, so that's good. A little bit tired due to the blood loss and the overall stress of last night, but overall I'm feeling good.

The surgery itself went really well! It took a bit longer than anticipated as the surgery was performed by a surgeon in training, so there was a lot of consulting with the attending surgeon and double checking everything that was being done. But, the surgeon in training, the attending surgeon and the nurse who was there to look after me were all so incredibly sweet! They talked me through everything they were doing, explained every step and what to expect, and they were so generous with the anesthesia that I didn't feel any pain or discomfort during the procedure itself. And the nurse did an amazing job at keeping me distracted while the surgeon was burning away the affected parts of my cervix.

Due to how I started bleeding immensely a few days after my biopsy in June, they gave me prescription for pills with tranexamic acid to stop bleeding from organs and advised me to start taking them after the surgery, which I did. They also put like 3 meters of gauze up there that I had to leave in for four hours.

But, when I removed the gauze as instructed four hours later, I started bleeding a lot. Much, much more than I did after my biopsy, and I was honestly pretty terrified. So I called the hospital, they told me to come back and I did, which was good because it turns out a blood vessel had ruptured that was causing the bleeding, and it wouldn't have stopped on its own. (And the pills can't stop bleeding from a ruptured blood vessel.)

The sweetest gynecologist checked me out and discovered the ruptured blood vessel, and put in two stitches to close it. That bleeding stopped right away when he did, and that was that. I'm not gonna lie, that was quite painful at times, but it was also necessary. So I'm very happy that I called the hospital and was asked to come in, and now I feel completely fine!

And as stressful and scary as yesterday ended up being, it's a million times better than not doing any of it at all. I'd get a thousand stitches and go through a hundred procedures to remove parts of my cervix as long as that results in a seriously reduced risk of at some point developing ovarian cancer.

So moral of the story: Don't skip your Pap smears, take your health seriously, and listen to your body when it's telling you something is wrong because, most likely, you'll be right. Don't fuck around and find out with your health, please. ❤️

[emilythedog661-tf2]

Could you do Bushmedicine where Medic is sitting on Sniper’s lap and rambling to him about science and stuff, meanwhile Sniper has no idea what he’s talking about but he’s just lovingly staring at him anyways :)

Thank you!!!

Here you go!

Medic is rambling about the time he almost lost his medical licence while Sniper is just loving that Medic is cuddling with him as he adores his cuddles 😊

[punks-never-die205]

Why does Killer have so long hair? 😳

If it grows as fast as mine he probably just got tired of trying to keep it short.

Lazy fuck though, just has one color (I'm teasing)

Killer with rainbow hair would be pretty awesome.