#but now my arm needs rest augh

[alicenpai]

the girl from the other side ✨ this series gave me hope a million times but simultaneously shattered my heart into the same amount of pieces </3 (flower symbolism under cut)

sticker sheet for anime north 🍀🥧🖤🤍

SPOILERS AHEAD

forget me not - obvious reference to the Black Children and how they eventually forget who they are as they near the end of their "life cycle".

white clover (in coffin) - white clovers typically symbolize innocence.

4 leaf clover - like I wrote in a previous post on my Witch Hat Atelier seasons piece, the 4 leaf clover symbolizes luck and good fortune. Like Coco, Shiva to her loved ones is a symbol of fortune, though to the Inside Kingdom, a symbol of misfortune.

sunflower - typically symbolize strength and warmth, a fitting flower for Shiva, the light illuminating Teacher's dark past.

nasturtium - another flower symbolizing strength, and has strong ties to the "victory" after battle. apparently soldiers used to don them as a sign of a long battle won. fun fact they are also edible (don't take my post for nutritional advice please) (ill probably write a bit more on this topic when my head is more clear)

[screamlet]

hi here's a prompt for you to ponder while i'm teaching my class: ♕ (holding hands)

GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i tell you this one prompt in particular has been haunting me since THE MOMENT!!!!! YOU SENT IT!!!!!! why are hands so hard?!?!?! fuck!!!! anyway here's ~650 words of established bucktommy future fic, kid fic, cavity-inducing fluff. AUGH from the nonsexual acts of intimacy prompt list

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It was only when Tommy thought about reaching for a drink that he realized both his hands weren't his own.

It's movie night on the couch and Evan's in his usual spot on Tommy's right side, mile-long legs stretched out on the rest of the couch. For years now, years, he needed something to fidget with in his hands and when it wasn't his phone or his wedding ring or an actual fidget toy, it was probably Tommy's hand: linking their fingers together, stroking the pads of his fingers, idly flexing his fingers, looking down at the light faded scars here and there.

And now Andy, all of four years old, had picked up on the habit and grabbed Tommy's left hand so he could watch the movie, too. Tommy flexes his right hand to catch Evan's attention, motioning quickly to his other side where Andy was fascinated by an animated movie he'd seen a dozen times already. Tommy stays still as Evan slips his phone out and cranes his long arm to get a picture of Andy and Tommy. He gets the shot, but the little shutter sound also gets Andy's attention.

"Pictures?" Andy asks. He clutches Tommy's hand tighter, excited, because Evan always takes the best pictures, makes the best faces and the silliest sounds, and Andy loves to play along. "Dad, smile, pictures." Tommy puts on a goofy smile as Evan gets a selfie of the three of them.

"Andy, hold up Dad's hand for the picture," Evan says. "Look, we caught him, like a big fish!"

Andy holds Tommy's hand to his chest and leans against Tommy. "We're watching movies and we hold hands with movies."

"We hold hands at the movies, exactly," Evan says excitedly. "Our baby's the smartest kid in the world. The smartest."

Andy preens, makes a little yay sound under his breath as he sits down again and cuddles against Tommy's side. Tommy's never getting that hand back; he's never giving that hand back. He leans down and kisses the top of Andy's head, then leans to his other side and gently headbutts Evan. "That means you're on hydrate-Dad duty."

"My time to shine," Evan announces as he scrambles off the couch and into the kitchen.

"Pause," Andy tells Tommy. "Dad's missing it."

"You got it. Movie: paused."

"Thank you," Andy whispers.

His new thing this week is please and thank you; they're not sure where he picked it up from, but he and Evan are enjoying this period where their son sounds like he wandered out of a toddler finishing school or something. It's too fucking cute.

Evan comes back with an ancient relic from their kitchen, a giant sparkly travel cup with a straw stuck in it. "Dad's gonna be the most hydrated," Evan says as he reclaims his spot on Tommy's other side. "Sip, don't slurp." Tommy shoots him a look as he sips from the straw, and gets an evil flick on his earlobe for it.

"Dads, movie, now," Andy says. "Please."

He's about to press play, but Evan has already settled back into his couch groove next to Tommy—that means he's taken back the remote and Tommy's right hand. Their eyes meet as Evan kisses the back of his hand, reverent as he lingers.

Tommy thinks all of this deserves reverence, this moment so quiet and incredible that it's hard to believe he's living it.

"Oh boy, I wonder what happens next," Evan says as he hits play.

Andy laughs with his whole body, knocking against Tommy's side. "We've seen it."

"Well I don't remember," Evan says playfully. "Dad, did we watch this already?"

"Shh, the part with the whale," Tommy says. Andy holds Tommy's hand even tighter, bending back one of his fingers too far until Tommy flexes and loosens his grip. "You love this part, huh?"

Andy sighs, big and exaggerated like both his dads, his arms swinging up and almost taking one of Tommy's eyes out. "I love every part."

"Me too," Tommy says, glancing at Evan.

Evan meets Tommy's eyes and kisses his hand again. "Me too."

[maladaptivewritings]

Wicked woman

pt 2

Summary: Soap comes home, seeing that his little sister's best friend is staying during their spring break.

TW: General C.O.D activities, catholics

Y/N: early-mid twenties, college student,

word count: 600

The harbour town was unseasonably warm as John got out of the cab. Eyes tired from the journey from Hereford took nearly nine hours on public transit. It was worth it for him, his older brothers would be in town along with his little sister for her spring holiday. He knocked on the door, arms sore.

His mother stands there in the doorway, she greets him as if she assumed he had died. Her hair is the colour of coal with ashened strands weaving throughout her curls.

"Oh, Saint Michael Thank you." She mumbled as she hugs her boy, treating him like he still waist-height.

"Ma, ya' do this evry' time." His smile grows as he soothes the woman, two older men join them. They are nearly identical if not for the fact the older two were less muscular. Joseph, who was the eldest of the three boys stared at Johnny. A mischievous grin as he speaks.

"Augh, Already tormentin' ma, eh. " The crooked smiled grew as his copy continued.

"Of course he is', the boy loves to make 'an entrance." James answered, his black hair long as he leaned on the doorframe.

The older woman waved them off, as she ushered Johnny inside. Her words soft as she can as he is filled in on the town's gossip he had missed. How his sister is dealing with Uni, something he would’ve never attempted. How Joseph is talking to the Grant's eldest girl and thinking about popping the question and how James is dealing with married life. Things he wish he had more time for, as he drops his bags off in his old room. His mother had finally changed it from the way he left it before joining the military. The old art that was plastered on the wall now stored and hidden away, his old football themed sheets replaced with a deep naval blue. A cruel irony as he hears an unfamiliar voice.

His sister Theresa laughed in the other room, bleach blonde hair pulled back as she helps someone fold clothes. Her room exactly how he remembered, sickly pink as he tapped on the wall to catch her attention.

"Johnny! Ya' made it." Her voice filled the air as she hugged her brother. He on the other-hand caught onto the fact that she was not alone in this room.

"Ya, who are 'ya hidin' in 'ere" He disguised his anxious tone as a joke, searching for this hidden figure.

"Ohh, Y/N, she's my roommate." The blonde laughs motioning to the closet. "Family drama, so she's stopping 'ere during holiday." Theresa explained further.

Johnny watched this stranger rummage about the room, packing clothes away. Y/N turned, shocked by this random person in the room.

"Christ man," You yelped, the McTavishes both rushing to hush you. Fear of their mother bonding them both as Johnny nearly launches himself at you. Before you realized what was going on, he had you. Hand over mouth, arm behind your back; A true military man, as you hear Mrs. McTavish yell.

"Who said it!" Her formerly meek and sweet voice now rattling the home. You sat in Johnny's hold, unsure on what to do.

"No one Ma, Johnny's telling me 'bout the Christman's" Theresa yells back. The routine is so fluid, you could tell either this was frequent or practiced. Johnny released his hold, your ears hot trying to ignore what occured before...

"Y/N, My ma is crazy catholic," Theresa gaze could wound you as she continued."Ya need to be careful girl."

Johnny just nods, his presence says enough. He watches you as Theresa begins telling stories about things from their youth. He sneaks a few looks at you before disappearing into his room. His brothers sit on the bed. They know better, fill him on what actually matters.

Johnny was in for it, this break back home was going to be far from rest and relaxation

[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

I'll Sleep when i'm Dead

Toon!Beetlejuice x reader

i'll sleep when i'm Dead

Chamomile tea by your bedside. Noise machine you brought up from the basement. A small night light casting shadows around the room. All used in some form or another, and still your eyes were glued open; Thinking of both everything and nothing at the same time. The tick-tock of the clock rang out in your otherwise silent room. Speaking of the clock, what time was it anyway? You turned your head to read the digital clock on your dresser- and made eye contact with two large, grey rimmed eyes. 

You screamed- ‘AUGH!’

After the adrenaline rush had subsided, you knew who the strange eyes belonged to. Beetlejuice, your boyfriend. Who also happens to be a ghost.

He rolled through the air, shaking with fits of laughter. ‘Oh, you should've seen your face! Priceless!’ You rolled your eyes and shunted the covers over to the edge of the bed and stepped over to your dresser. Goosebumps prickled along your arms in the chilly air. ‘BJ! What are you doing here? It’s kinda creepy, spying on me like that.’ 

The mirror’s border creaked as he rested his full weight on it. ‘Aw, c’mon! Can’t I just wanna see my favorite breather?’ 

‘That still doesn't make it any less creepy.’ You murmured. Well, creepy or not, you could take advantage of the situation. Anything’s better than being alone with your thoughts at 3 Am. ‘But since we’re both up…’ With a triple recitation of his moniker; As he was shoved by an invisible force out of the mirror and into reality; He crash landed upside down on the floor. Stars circled around his head and his eyes whirled in their sockets. ‘Y-ya really gotta warn me before ya do that…’ You helped him up, but your giggles were interrupted with a large yawn.

 Beej raised an eyebrow. ‘You look tired, babes. Why aren't-cha in bed?’ Upon remembering your predicament, your shoulders sagged. A heavy sigh escaped your mouth. ‘Can’t. Not for lack of trying, I just have so much on my mind right now, like I have a science test tomorrow and notes for history and I have to wake up 30 minutes earlier because I have to pick up my prescription before they send it back and i’ve been trying to go to bed for 3 and a half hours now-’ You were interrupted by Beetlejuice, who shoved a grimy finger to your lips. ‘Ahp-bup-bup, no need to freak out. I’m gonna help you!’ Your eyebrows quirked skeptically, but before, you could express your doubt in that idea he exclaimed-

‘I got an idea! Lemme serenade you to sleep!’ He thrust his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a full size accordion, complete with handles and a black and white paint job. He started playing a few painfully off-key base notes. ‘Any requests?’ Remembering the last time he tried to play something for you and all the apology notes you had to write to the neighbors, you pushed the accordion down a few inches. 

‘No-thanks, sweet of you but I don’t think it’ll help.’ 

‘You never want to hear my songs.’ He grumbled. But his face lightened up after a moment and exclaimed, ‘I know what’ll help-’ 

With a snap of his fingers, your world exploded into neon stripes. Your room spun away to be replaced by a 80s-esque dance studio, the backdrop a mix of zigzags and bright colors, fuzzing your vision up. In the middle of the room, BJ was dressed in neon green arm and leg warmers with neon purple bodysuit; And hands on his hips in a sassy gesture.

Well this is a sight you’d take to the neitherworld. 

‘Alright babes! Put your hands up and stretch up high! Let's tire those muscles out!’ His feet moved rapidly, spinning like a ballerina and stomping to an invisible beat. Bewildered, you tried to recreate whatever in the world he’s doing but you kept tripping, eventually landing flat on your ass. ‘Beej, take me HOME!’ You cried. He turned to you, huffing and puffing with the effort of his improv-ed dancing. ‘Aw, just when I was having fun…’ He lamented. But as you requested, he snapped again and your room reappeared before you. You steadied yourself on the headboard of the bed. You tugged off and flung the neon pink headband you only just realized you had on when your gaze shifted to Beetlejuice.

He looked a little hurt. Eyes darting away from you, fiddling with his tie. You hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, you were just so tired that you didn't have the sense of humor for his shenanigans in you. He was genuinely trying to help, after all. 

‘BJ…’ You started. ‘Yeah?’ He perked up.

You plopped on the edge of your bed, sagging as the fatigue returned at your lack of motion. ‘I’m sorry I was so harsh. I just… Honestly, the best thing you can do right now is just cuddle me. Silently. Please?’ 

He nodded vigorously, and suddenly his mouth was a zipper and fastened itself closed  with a ‘swiipp’. ‘’Mhmph-hmm!’ He mumbled; His voice, obviously, obstructed by the zipper. 

No matter the state you were in, this goofy ghost always managed to make you laugh.

‘Heh, c’mere.’ You stretched your arms out toward him and he readily dove into your embrace.

The soft chill of his arms was a welcome feeling. You pulled up the covers to both your shoulders, while his hand came up to stroke your hair. Like the clingy specter he is, he wrapped his arms and legs around your waist and clutched you like a parasite. It restricted your breathing a bit, but one look at his adorable face snuggling into your neck had you melting. You didn't have the heart to make him move. 

(1 hour later)

BJ

You're so beautiful. Well, you’re always beautiful, but especially now. It’s been TORTURE just sittin’ here not talking or anything! But I guess if you can sleep it's worth it… now just let me-oops, didn't mean to bump your nose there, Sorry, Y/N. Pleaseee stay asleep-there we go. *smack* free access for forehead kisses. Love ya, babes. Nighty-night.

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LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

can you tell I had fun with this one?

RS has the privilege of calling the 80s dance studio setting her own idea~

Credit where it's due: L and RS, who beta read and gave me suggestions (and a lot of laughs)

@accidentalnh2cl, this is for you! I hope you like it!

And off we go! I'll get started on the next one tomorrow.

luv y'all!

-Rea ❤

[jen-with-a-pen]

(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2

summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 1.3k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking ✨respectively✨, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)

a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?¿??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time ✨

Not beta'd. Written on my phone and edited via gdocs. Post formatted on mobile because I don't wanna use my work computer lmao

Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

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PART ONE | PART TWO

The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?

Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.

But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?

Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the time– which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.

Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the jury– Blind Al– is still out on recess.

Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.

Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.

A boy can dream.

It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizes– AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.

And smile. And lips. And–

It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.

Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.

But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.

Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.

Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'

Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesn’t miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy. 

Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.

Oh God did he say that out loud?

"Wade?"

Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick. 

"Wade."

Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth. 

Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.

Wade swears he's blushing. 

Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.

Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.

"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.

"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.

"Gah– get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.

"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."

Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"

"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."

Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.

"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"

Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom. 

"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,” Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it. 

Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.

Good thing he's ambidextrous.

[infi8ity]

nsfw. | MDI.

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THE ORIGINAL PLAN FOR YOUR ONE-HOUR LUNCH BREAK WAS AS FOLLOWS— surprise toji at his tattoo parlor with chinese takeout, spend and enjoy time with your husband as you both eat said takeout and make it back to work before 2 pm.

you hadn’t even made it to step two when the plan quickly became— toji making you cum as many times as you could bear before 2 pm. it was 1:25 now. by this time, you had orgasmed twice.

but toji was ever determined to make it a third.

that's how you ended up in his back office at “cursed ink tattoo shop” on his peeling black leather sofa spread ass up; face down over the arm of the couch getting fucked stupid.

clothing and undergarments lay strewn carelessly across the room, a testament to the heat of the past few rounds. toji’s dominating presence was accentuated by the sheen of sweat glistening on his powerful naked form.

he held your hands firmly behind your back, his grip unyielding as he pressed them down, deepening the curve of your arch. with his free hand, he braced himself against the back of the sofa, his muscles tensed to maintain his balance and control.

with every thrust into you, you could feel your abused walls tightening around him. the pain was intense but the pleasure far fucking greater.

“i can't quite--," your husband in between his powerful strokes. "hear you, woman. speak up."

he knew what he was doing. when he fucked you like this— like a madman— you were always lost for words. the way he rammed his thickness into you at such a force, your only response was the loud lewd moans escaping your lips.

this doesn't suffice for toji.

with a deliberate, firm release of your wrists, his hand slides around to grasp your chin, his grip intense as he forces you to meet his gaze. he leans in, his breath mingling with yours, drawing your face closer to his until you’re mere breaths apart, a deep hunger in his navy eyes.

"should i stop? thats what you want baby? for me to stop fucking you?"

though his words are threatening, his pacing does not falter. he continues to pound his thick length into your soaking cunt.

"huh?" he growls, awaiting your response.

you choke on your moans. you felt unable to form a coherent sentence, thus furiously shaking your head in protest. "n-no. fuck- augh,"

"then let me fucking hear you my love," he whispers in your ear. his hypnotizing tone sends shivers down your spine down to the pool between your legs. "wanna hear you scream my name, mrs. fushiguro."

he loosens his grip on your chin and guides your forearms to rest on the arm of the sofa. pressing his body against your back, you can feel the slickness of sweat causing your bodies to cling together.

he leans in and plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

toji drastically slows his pace; allowing you to catch your breath and regain your composure. albeit further delaying your orgasm. you whine in complaint.

he gently coos you, wrapping his muscular bicep around your barred throat. his touch is firm yet tender, applying just enough pressure to hold you in place while eliciting a soft, controlled choke.

he teasingly pulls out, thrusting himself agonizing slowly— back in. bottoming out, he asks, "whose dick is this?"

"mine." you sputter.

"thats right.” he drags his tip along the folds of your cunt. “whose pussy is this?"

"yours. all yours."

his hips connect with your ass. the force rocking you forward, a moan catching in your throat.

"good girl." he praises. he thumbs his fingers between your nipples. pinching and twisting softly. "who fucks you like this?"

"just you toji. only you. please, feels so good i'm gonna cum. was having a bad day, i need it.”

your responses seem to please him, as he speeds up his pace. he abandons his assault on your nipples and finds purchase on your clit. tracing circles against your bud.

"aww, my poor wife was having a bad day at work? maybe after i let you cum this third time, it'll get better." he drawls.

he wasn’t lying; work had built up a pent-up tension deep within you. If there was any way to release the stress weighing on your shoulders, toji was the perfect remedy.

as if reading your thoughts, he quickens his movements. your walls suck him in deeper, tightening well around him. his groans like music to your ears. "you feel so good y/n. you're so beautiful like this. 'm gonna nut from the sight of you. "

the praise gives you a boost of confidence as you were unable to differentiate what felt better? the pressure of him pinching and massaging your clit or the feeling of him massaging your guts and hitting all the right spots.

you rotate your hips around him, almost as if you were fucking him right back, and toji moans with you. you chant his name like a broken record. you can't help yourself. It's the only thing you can think of. him. him. him.

his arm tightens against your throat in response to you clenching around his length. your pussy pulsates, your orgasm nearing its release as he hits that one spot- over and over and—

in sync, you cry out as you cream around his dick; feeling toji’s hot loads shooting inside of you. your juices flowing together, coating your walls and spilling out of you as toji removes himself.

the room was filled with the sounds of panting as the two of you fought to catch your breath.

toji is the first to move. he presses soft kisses against your lips before he opts a glance at his wristwatch and stands.

“well then mrs fushiguro, it's one thirty-seven." he remarks, casually sauntering around the room in search of your scattered clothing. "i’d say we have fifteen minutes to fix you up, get some food in your stomach— Lords knows you’ve had enough of me in there,” you snort. “and on the way to work before two.”

he pads in front of you, in all his six foot two perfectly muscled glory. he was no longer erect, but that hadn't diminished his length in the slightest. he motions for you to take your clothing.

“wait,” you begin. he quirks a brow. “you made me cum three times. least i can do is give you one more so that we’re even. yeah?”

“you sure? ain't you hungry?” he asks, cupping your hands against his face. his thumb swiping across your parted lips. you captured his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue against his finger. looking up at him beneath your lashes, you suck softly.

he pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a soft pop and groans. "hungry for something else that's for sure." you reply, eyeing his growing erection.

you grin lustfully as he runs his fingers through your hair, eventually grasping a fistful.

"fucking hell," he says under his breath; tossing your clothes to the side. "do your worst woman."

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© infi8ity. do not repost, translate, or modify my work.

[mr-yuugo]

Find Out For Yourself

-Lilia Vanrouge x Reader [Gender Neutral]-

Words: 1,597

Summary: After a few frights, the reader finds out that Lilia really isn't a girl.

Posted this on my AO3 account as well as Wattpad!

Rain poured down from the thundering sky. You, Grim, and the two heartslabyul freshmen ran to the ramshackle dorm. "Myah! Henchman hurry up!" Grim growled in your arms. You were currently carrying him, shielding him as best you could from the rain. Beside you, Ace scowled. "Shut it Grim! Or I'll make the prefect put you down!"

At Ace's words, Grim shut up only letting a few grumbles leave his mouth. Finally arriving at the dorm's porch, Deuce was quick to open the door. You all hurried inside. "Augh finally out of the rain." Ace cheered. You nodded your head putting Grim down on the floor. "You boys stay here I'll go get towels for you to dry off."

Heading to your bathroom you reached for the towels you would need and quickly headed back to the lounge. You saw them taking off their coats and placing them messily on the floor. Handing them the towels you took the liberty of drying grim off before doing so yourself.

After you were all dry you all sat in the lounge. A sigh left Ace's lips as he pouted. "Great now we're stuck here..." Grim simply rolled his eyes. "You saying you rather be outside in the rain? Be my guest!" Grim said sticking out his tongue.

"Calm down you two." You groaned in annoyance, Deuce nodding his head. "Do calm down, I'm sure Y/N wouldn't care to throw both of you out if you kept being annoying." Deuce grinned.

"You wouldn't do that right Y/N..?" Ace mumbled as he slowly turned to you. Chuckling you hummed. "Who knows? Keep it up and I just might have to." Ace shivered at your words, deep down knowing you could if you really wanted to.

...

Thunderstruck as all of you talked in the lounge. Grim in your lap as you both shared a blanket. You and Grim had your backs turned to the window, sitting on the carpet resting your hands on the table in front of you.

Deuce and Ace shared another blanket as they sat on the couch. You all took turns telling scary stories. "Okay okay, have you heard about the ghost that haunts diasomnia?" Ace whispered to which Grim let out an annoyed grumble. "Please ghost stories? I thought you could do better than that. Me and Y/N literally live with them!"

"Hear me out, have you guys even been to their dorm?" Ace asked, you all shook your head from left to right. "Well, they say that when you first get sorted into diasomnia you always have trouble sleeping the first night..."

"Why is that?" Deuce spoke his voice quiet as he clung to the warmth the blanket gave him. "Well, there is a mysterious figure that watches them from the windows. Watching their every step to ensure they're fit to join diasomnia. And well you know how diasomnia is, it's so creepy and dark."

Thunderstruck once more as Grim jumped slightly in your lap. Grinning you spoke, "So do you think this ghost might terrorize other dorms?" You asked. "Eeek! Don't even say such a thing!" Grim scolded you as he clung to you. Ace laughed creepily as he nodded slowly. "I'm sure Y/N! I remember you saying that you would sometimes wake up to see stuff in your mirror right?"

You nodded and Deuce sat up straight. "You don't think it has something to do with the diasomnia ghost do you..?" Ace raised a brow, a teasing smirk on his face. "Is Deucey scared?" Deuce furrowed his brows. "Am not!" He said angrily. "Anyway, they say the creature appears upside down, almost like a bat. Just like tonight, thunder strikes causing a very small light to shine on the creature."

When Ace said that, your mind drifted. "Upside down like a bat..." You hummed. "Ah, that reminds me of that vice house warden..." You mumbled. Grim's ears perked up. "What vice house warden?" He asked.

"I'm not sure you remember but I first encountered them when we came back to the dorm after the whole scarabia showdown. They appeared out of nowhere, floating upside down. I believe their name was Lilia." Deuce let out a hum "Oh that is the name for diasomnia's vice house warden right?" Your memory came back to you as you eagerly nodded your head. "Yeah, that's it! Actually, I wanted to ask if-" An exceptionally loud thunderbolt halted your words.

Deuce's eyes widened as he nudged Ace. "D-did you see that?" He asked with his eyes going wide. "See what Deuce?" You asked him. You saw him nervously gulp. "On the window! I saw something floating around and I'm already telling you it was no bird or animal!" Grim crossed his paws, an annoyed look on his face. "Did the story really mess you up that bad?"

"No! I swear I saw someone! Did you see it, Ace?" Deuce asked. "No, I didn't stop messing around Deuce," Ace grumbled. "I promise I am not-"

BANG

Grim shrieked at the sound. "What was that?!" He yelled out, his claws going into your skin. Wincing you scolded him. "Stop it Grim! And Deuce it was probably nothing how about we all just calm down?" You saw something from the corner of your eye. Leaning your body back slightly you notice the previously closed door to the lounge is now open.

"Wasn't the door closed?" You asked as you got up from your spot on the carpet. Carrying Grim in your hands you left the blanket on the floor. "Oh please Y/N not you too. I swear it's probably nothing like you said." Ace rolled his eyes.

Getting closer to the door Grim clung to you tightly. "Why are you investigating it!? Haven't you seen the movies?" You stood in front of the open doors, looking to your right you quickly glanced up the stairs. Noticing nothing you walked through the hallway that led to the front door of the lounge.

"Y/N wait up! Don't leave me behind!" Deuce hurried up and began walking next to you. Ace also coming to walk with the three of you. "Look! The front door is open." Grim shrieked. Giving Grim to Ace you slowly walked up to the door and opened it fully. "Weird...there is no one here." You quietly said.

Deuce let out a sigh of relief. Turning your body to walk back to the lounge you came face to face with someone. "Hey there!" You heard the voice in front of you speak. "Ahh!" You all screamed as you put a hand on your racing heart. Floating upside down was the dripping wet house warden. "You did it again!" You yelled as you calmed down.

You heard Lilia laugh as he floated down landing feet first onto the wooden floor. "Mind if I stay here to dry?" He asked you, an innocent smile on his face. "Sure you're more than welcome too." You smiled at him as you began to look him up and down. "They really do look like a girl...but that voice says different." You thought with a sigh. "Well, it's useless to think about it."

"I'll get you a dry towel." You told him before turning to the boys who looked kinda of nervous. "Mind taking Lilia to the lounge? I'll be right back."

...

Lilia was now dry and you were both enjoying some late-night snacks. The rain hadn't given up as you smiled at seeing the sleeping figures of Ace and Deuce sleeping comfortably on the couch. Grim had already retired to your shared room as it was just you and the fae talking quietly while eating your snacks.

"Didn't you teleport last time we met? I'm sure you could have made your way to the mirror chamber just fine." You raised your brow in suspicion. Lilia chuckled and slowly nodded his head. "I suppose I could but I just happened to see you all having so much fun, I wanted to join in too."

"Ah, so Deuce wasn't going crazy..." Giggling quietly you looked at Lilia from the corner of your eye. Your eyes wandered around his figure almost as if you were analyzing him. His eyes met yours, catching your attention.

"Hm? What is this? What is it that you hope to do by undressing me with your eyes?" He said, sending you a teasing smirk. You blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry it's just that you look so much like a girl. You're very pretty you know?"

Lilia's eyes widened for a second before closing, the teasing smirk finding its place on his lips once more. "I suppose I am huh? Well, it's all just part of my innocent look." He stopped talking for a second before he turned his body fully to you. "Would you like to find out for yourself?" He asked. You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean?

Lilia reached for your hand, an innocent smile on his face. You saw him slowly bring your hand up placing it on his chest. His palm was on the back of your hand as he moved it around in a circular motion. You gasped in shock but didn't dare move away.

You heard Lilia let out a pleased hum. "So?" He asked as he let you pull your hand back onto your lap. You stared at him, no words leaving your lips. You're face turning redder than a tomato.

He just sent you a cocky grin as he watched steam blow out from your ears.

[marchsfreakshow]

DUCKIE!!! BABE!!! i did not forget to send you a request for friedrich. i just simply could not come up with one </3

BUT, maybe something a lil angsty and a lil self-indulging :p!!!!

A Hand On Your Shoulder

Angst

CHERRY MY LOVE. ohh he's the definition of pretty when you cry. Like..lookit him! Augh. Ok this is gonna be so ooc but I can def try for u 🫶

A walk in the snowy cemetery was all you needed. Mourning a family member, lost in the blacks of your clothes. The soft crunch of the crisp snow under your boots.

Lost to your thoughts, you accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh! Excuse me sir, I do apologise.." You took a glance up at the man you bumped into, seeing him close to tears. He looked like he didn't even care that you walked into him by accident.

"ah, it, um... it's fine, I apologise.." he uttered, shaking his head, waving you off. My...those were the prettiest blue eyes you'd ever seen. Over come with grief. You made eye contact and he noticed your concern for him, despite being a stranger.

"Sir? Are you okay?" You asked quietly, taking a step towards him. The man hesitated. His pain was fresh in his heart, still grieving and unable to find a way to speak it. "Please, take your time. I think company of a stranger is much needed right now.."

After a few seconds of mulling it over, the stranger nodded. He started nattering about the tale of the Hutters. It intrigued you, especially since your relative had lost their life to that plague that suddenly cursed the land.

The story was long, repetitive at times but you two had started walking together. Away from his family's grave, down a few paths. Your hand resting on his arm to help support you. Once the tale had been told, you just stared at up the man, shock, a new wave of grief hitting you. "Oh sir..oh I am, truly, sorry for the losses you have experienced. That..is ghastly. No one should have to go through that." Were the first words to escape your lips.

The two of you continued to walk.

He simply didn't say anything back, but kept you close to him. Like you giving his heart to him was all he needed. Not like it was his wife..but it something.

[violinist-rachel]

[SDL] To Be Needed

[Next]

We see Jack at Kasutoru's, sitting down on the floor next to a table, calmly sipping some tea. He hears a knock at the entrance.

Kuraima: "M-mister Jack? A-are you in here?"

Jack: "…?"

Jack: "Kuraima…? What brings you to-"

Kuraima is stares up at him sheepishly and reveals his arm covered in bloody bandages.

Jack: "...Ah…."

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Inside, Jack inspects and unravels the bandages on Kuraima's arm.

Jack: "Did you… dress these yourself…? It's surprisingly… well done…."

Kuraima: "Yes! Thank you! I didn't want to bother anyone, and since this job comes with a lot injuries, I've learned how to take care of- Augh!!"

Kuraima winces as Jack applies the medicine on his arm.

Jack: "Sorry…I should have said something…" Kuraima: "It's okay… It j-just surprised me."

Jack grimaces as he looks at the wound.

Jack: "This… looks pretty bad… Does Clarice… know you're here…?" Kuraima: "No… I didn't want to worry her."

He pauses.

Kuraima: "P-Please don't tell her I came here?" Jack: "Kuraima…. You know I will…"

Kuraima frowns as Jack stands up to walk over to his medicine cabinet.

Jack: "You shouldn't move too much… for the next 2-3 weeks. No strenuous activities…. No fighting."

Kuraima: "!"

Jack: "I want you to rest… and focus on recovering. I know… you're a light sleeper… So I'll give you something… to aid that."

Kuraima: "But... what if Clarice needs me? If she's going someplace dangerous, I have to be there to protect her!"

Jack: "Then Clarice will just have to wait… on going anyplace dangerous… now won't she?"

Kuraima fidgets nervously. Kuraima: "She shouldn't have to wait because of me…"

Jack turns to face him.

Jack: "Kuraima… This is exactly why… I tell her about your injuries." "She's a smart girl… But she's not a mind-reader. It doesn't matter… how good you are at strategizing….. if you don't know… everything you need... to plan correctly…."

Kuraima looks away.

Kuraima: "I just don't think she should have to limit herself for my sake. My job is to keep her safe. What use am I to her if I can't even do that?"

Jack huffs. Jack: ("It's so difficult to get through to this boy…")

Jack: "...Alright, then. Say we don't tell her... and you ended up needing to fight for your lives."

Jack taps Kuraima's infected arm.

"I can tell you with certainty… that if you tried to take care of this by yourself... and left it alone for another week… you would've lost your arm."

Kuraima: "…!!"

Jack: "Had you gone to battle... your wounds not fully healed..." "Under those circumstances… What do you think could happen…?"

Kuraima: "……"

Jack: "All I'm saying is… if it isn't dire… wouldn't you agree that it'd be smarter… to wait until you've recovered?"

Kuraima stays silent.

Jack: "She needs you, Kuraima… And being needed… means sometimes… you must let others to take care of you… so that you can properly take care of them." Jack: "Do you understand?"

Kuraima: "….." Kuraima: "I just…" Kuraima: "I just want to be useful to her…"

Jack: "I know." Jack: "Just remember… Even if she doesn't show it well… she cares about you. You'll always be worth something to her… if not as a bodyguard… then as a dear friend."

Kuraima looks up, slightly abashed.

[sagesparrow394]

On the last episode of Total Monster Kill, you know what that means, it’s liveblog time

Jin and Lucia’s friendship means so much for me, both refusing to let the other die

“… So do you think Everett has like claws now?” OH BUDDY YOU WISH IT WAS JUST CLAWS

Pebble is a freak dude

‘I got fucked by the cock’ is truly the catchphrase of this campaign

Milo’s reaction to realising it was Lucia’s sister oooh that hurt :((

Pebble popping off???

‘Do you have nuts still? Do you have balls?’ ‘Dude.’ ‘No.’ ‘They neutered him!’

Milo: ‘I’m holding my arms out, as if to hug her.’ Grizzly: *laughs ominously*. Huh??? Mr DM, what does that mean???

Auuugghhh Mary is making me cry this poor traumatised child, she’s such a well written antagonist dude

Bizly’s burping acting as the comedy linchpin keeping this from getting too heavy, I appreciate it

I am so scared Lucia’s attempts to connect with her sister and reason with her will lead to her dying…

MILOMUMBLES AUGH THE ROLEPLAYER YOU ARE

I find it way too funny when they make meta comments in character. “Strike me down.” “It’s not my turn. I can’t.”

One second I was hyped that Jin knocked Everett out, the next face palming at two Nat 1s to save Raven… Damn she seemed really nice, rest in peace :(

‘I should’ve just killed him, dude.’ ‘You should have.’ Damn Grizzly okay. But yeah, Everett’s ‘the heart’, bro probably needs to die to stop this

‘You know when Jin goes for the kill… so no head?’ GRIZZLY-

Condi and Milo’s reactions to the Moon Beast and Bizly’s excitement lmaoooo ‘Charlie isn’t even here dude, he’d be freaking the fuck out right now!’

The Moon Beast is real!!!!

‘You are now on the back of a giant eagle facing off the Moon Beast’ Dude this campaign is so fucking cool

I love how in the other campaigns with a Moon Beast, it’s like a mythical celestial being whose existence and power is tied to the moon, but in this one it’s just a beast that wants to eat the moon

LUCIA’S COMMAND WORKED LETS FUCKING GOOOOO!!!!!

AND PEBBLE GETTING A NAT 20

‘He chomp on my moon beast til I take necrotic damage’ I don’t think I’ve made it clear enough how much I love milomumbles

TWO NAT 20S FROM JIN LETS GOOOO

“TREY… I KNOW YOU WOULDN’T WANT THIS THE MOST. THAT’S WHY I’M ENDING IT HERE FOR YOU. I’M SORRY I FAILED YOU!” Condifiction once again making my heart break

Felipe mentioned, I miss that frog :(

NOOO LUCIA’S DOWN

‘ITS YOU DUDE!!!!!!!’

“Alf… you were a dick. But you were the proudest to be human among us- sHIT I SAID AMONG US! NOOOOOOO”

Grizzly repeatedly saying ‘oh god’ about Lucia being down is scaring me

‘Dude Everett would not pull out’ ‘Sigmas never pull out’

Thank god, Pebble had a potion of healing

This is the most stressed I have ever been listening to maths……. C’mon Jin….. please please please………

IT STILL HAS 8HP FUCK

“Fuck… I FAILED!” AUUUGGH

PEBBLE YOU GOT THIS

Fail…

And fail, fuuuuuuck

LUCIA PLEASE IT’S ALL UP TO YOU

AUGGGGHHHHH MILO MAKING ME CRYYYY

Rolling damage… 10…… Is it enough……?

It was… it’s over…

BEBO NO DONT DO THIS TO ME

NOT EVERETT’S HAND FUCK ME

I’m crying so bad wtf

NOT THE CONSTELLATIONS OF MARY AND HER PARENTS

And it’s over… fuck me dude that shit hurted

It was so good, awesome to see more of Milo, incredible to see more Grizzly DM outside of Riptide

Guess this means I’m starting Judgement tomorrow

[totallybakedcake]

Operation fix hair alert

I saw this post by @newellthedragon which is here it's basically the kaiju alarm goes off in the middle of the night and the defense force officers desperately try to fix their hair, their is a comment there by @supermanstoddlerleash where they comment- narumi frantically trying to fix his hair so he doesn't run into battle looking like a pineapple and I just couldn't resist but make a fic on it.

Used my own scenario

It was late at night, you were training, and a random thought sparked in: "Can't a Kaiju alert happen anytime? We defense force officers might even have the worst bed hair while saving thousands of lives and teasing the shit out of each other."

Just then the Kaiju alarm rang, and you thought, "Perfect timing."

It happened in a blink: changing into the defense force uniform, going to the kaiju's location, and even killing a dozen yoju. You still searched around for any officer who had bad bed hair, but the honju came in front of you, and Okonogi informed you that it was a fortitude of 8.2.

The rest of your memory was unclear; the honju was very powerful and threw you towards a glass wall, where it felt like crying on every piece that you removed from your back. Closing your eyes, it felt like death was near, but a sharp pain and the ground drifting away made you open your eyes again.

"Commander NARUMI?" Your eyes went wide as you saw his face. It showed his dark circles, which had most probably worsened, and his eyes, which were looking straight out of a horror movie because of his sleep-deprivedness. The most ridiculous thing was his hair. It looked like a freaking pineapple walking around; you burst out laughing; it hurt. Your ribs, lungs, muscles, and practically everything in your body hurt, but it was too hard not to laugh at the condition of Gen's hair.

"OI, be respectful to your superior officer's name." Gen felt like he could burst out of anger at you at any moment. It was in the middle of the night when even he was asleep, but the kaijus had to break that beauty sleep, and now everyone is making a clown of him.

Seeing your condition did make him just 0.1 percent sympathetic towards you, but that wasn't enough for him to start a whole ranting session while carrying you in his arms and killing Kaijus; he just needed to vent, okay?

"Is that commander pineapple?" Hoshina couldn't help but snicker at the Narumi Gen; it was the real representation of a pineapple-gone-wrong situation. As Gen carefully put you down, he started yelling profanities at Soshiro, who was clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

"If you gosh damn bowl-cut won't stop, I swear I will eradicate you!" "Bold of you to assume I would let that happen, Captain Pineapple, gone wrong."

"Augh, you moron." They kept going on and on, ignoring you. It was fun to listen to them, though your body aches were increasing by the second. Suddenly, your vision had black patches appearing, and your body was getting lighter and lighter as everything went black.

Gen and Soshiro stopped their argument when they heard a loud thud seeing you knocked out of the floor.

They quickly picked you up and started taking you to the medical department.

"Oi, this isn't over, fox eyes." Gen whispered and yelled to Soshiro.

"Of course it isn't, Captain Pineapple."

People wonder how they gave each other these 'cute' nicknames.

This wasnt that good but I had fun writing it.

Lots of thanks for following me and even liking my posts! Feel so glad and delighted<3

@bloomin-plume

@sunnysidelle

@pernesophe

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@jarjarwinx

[chibishortdeath]

Tumblr mobile’s image limit is so annoying. (_ _ )

Anyway— I have Transformers OCs :3!!!!!!!!!

I’m currently in the process of drawing all of them digitally right now so their color schemes are set and it’s been a pretty neat experience. I expected to be really bad at drawing them since I don’t typically draw cars lol—

As per usual I ramble about things so long explanations of the drawings and some character info under a cut d(>< ):

This is Crossroads!!!!!!!!! My boy!!! His alt form is a 1958 Plymouth Fury and pre-war he was a model. Basically the thought process for that was “that’s pretty car that’s not really for racing or anything in specific— besides car shows. What would be the equivalent of car shows on Cybertron—“ lol. Augh I have a ton of lore for all these characters planned already and aaaaaaaaa— but yeah, he’s a nice dude :). During war he’s kind of a tactician since he had a lot of experience with planning and scheduling events. He has history with another OC I have yet to draw because I’m still planning her design named Rivette because she was his manager, but they get separated in the war and she ends up leader of a gestalt that I also have to plan about. Really the only reason why I haven’t drawn her yet is because I need to make her design at the same time as the other combiner members. Anyway, Crossroads!!! :D He ended up a little unintentionally angel coded with that wheel on his head, so I just went with it for the rest of his design lol. I think he came out really cute!!! Though his arm wheels are a little difficult to draw consistently 💀💀💀

This is Allen Wrench! :3 Awhg he’s a sweetie— pre war he was a general repair guy, worked in a larger group that took random odd jobs and stuff. Coincidentally was part of Crossroads’ repair crew for a short amount of time but, they didn’t really meet each other then. Model work is fast paced, you see hundreds of random workers daily and don’t get a chance to remember them 😔. Anyway, when the war hits the two run into each other again and Allen convinces Cross to join the Autobots. They end up basically in the same scouting group and get really close. He’s a 1996 Suzuki Super Carry van in alt form, and I also have his color scheme figured out: it’s giving like Van that’s been repaired a few times but no one bothered to paint the new spots to match? Yeah XD. He’s also had a lot of redesigning done to his chest already in the span of time when I drew this and when I started drawing them digitally to make it look way more like the car he’s based on :).

The minibot of the group: Fork! Silly ass name I’m so glad it wasn’t taken yet hahahsjkl. Actually, so far, all the names I’ve come up with haven’t really been taken— which is cool cause like Transformers has so many characters and it’s stupid hard finding a name 💀💀💀. You gotta go on the wiki and look up words to make sure some other bot doesn’t have it already lol. But yeah! Fork! I think I might give him another minibot (idk the relation to yet) named Spoon just to keep that naming convention hahaha— Fork is a 1977 AMC Gremlin :3. Very cute little car, I saw a lot with really neat swooshing pattern paint jobs which worked really well for the designs on him I’d already drawn. I’m not exactly sure what his pre-war background is going to be yet, I gotta finish writing more of the first two guys since the scenario focuses a bit more on them and their relationship before I can figure out everyone else after that. Also btw Fork is a grown man lol. He’s on the same scouting team with Cross and Allen :)!

Our main antagonist of the scenario I’m writing: Maul. Stupid evil catboy I hate him— he’s so fun to draw X,,,,,D. This guy sucks, he makes everything worse being alive lol. Maul is a Decepticon and he’s particularly formidable. He was denied a place with the Predicons and in much other divisions because he’s way too uncooperative. Typically he’s off on his own just looking for groups to ambush— often times ignores orders and lies to get the blame off of himself. He also has a particular reputation for killing other Decepticons whenever they bore him or if he’d think doing so would be fun, though this cannot confirmed nor denied. Pre-war he was a hitman. In this scenario, Cross, Allen, Fork, and three others (that I need to design and name) were sent to survey the area around Autobot base, something routine and low risk usually, got sent off course, and crashed into a cliff side after Maul got on their craft and sabotaged it. They’re all stuck there with this freaky cat guy all like idk Alien (the film) style for a while until someone is able to send a distress signal and alert Prime of where they’re trapped. Not spoiling anything else until I’ve completed it, but judging how he’s holding some bot’s head here, it doesn’t go very well 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀.

More Maul— he’s fun to draw lol. And also has some energon on him or something.

I’m actually really surprised the name Maul was largely unused for anyone major. Like I think maybe one guy from the comics that dies a couple panels into his introduction might’ve had the name, but I’m gonna count that as unused tbh 💀. Besides, some have had the same name before— after all the names Breakdown and Knockout were reused for some very new characters in Prime and they tend to be the ones people think of first. Yeahg anyway—

Crossroads is saying “Communications are out— I have no connection to Prime— Oh- if only we had a mechanic!” Hmm, something happened there hmmm. He’s also being really cute in the top left corner look at him :3. Waving back at my little guy hehehe \(^^ ).

Maul again and he’s been a creepy threatening guy! He’s probably not this close to anyone in the ship very often, he prefers to go stealthy and take cover in the walls and ceiling and stuff, but he wouldn’t be above threatening someone face to face either. I also didn’t mention his alt form— it’s probably some kind of military drone I think, not sure yet.

Yay! The three guys I have planned currently! Wow they sure are all good companions, what a great team, would be such a shame if something terrible happened to them :3.

Uh oh— Crossroads is yelling “ALLEN!!!” Eeesh that can’t be good—

Okie, the second I have all their digital ref sheets I will post them here too :3!

[crazylittlejester]

A tiny fic for you, because life's been a bitch and you deserve a gift (happy to hear you're doing better though :] ) :

"What the fuck are y'all doing?" Twilight laughed, walking from his room into the living room.

"Floor time." War mumbled from his place face down on the floor, head almost completely obscured by the black fluff of the cat he'd buried his face in. Milo meowed.

Sky made a miserable noise of agreement. He was laid out starfish style on his back, half draped over his friend, with one hand thrown over his face. He had a white, fluffy blob that Twi recognised as War's other cat, Tara, curled up on his chest.

"Ah crap, do I want to know?" Twilight crouched down beside the pile of saddness and cats.

"NO." They both groaned in sync.

"Alright 'en." Twi shrugged. "Y'all need anythin'?"

"I need you to kill me." War sighed.

"Hell no, shut up. If I have to do this, so do you, mister dramatic pants." Sky snapped, though there wasn't much heat behind it.

"How about a hug instead?" Twilight suggested.

War removed his face from the fluffy void and stared at Twi with the most pathetic, wet creature eyes ever. He nodded quietly, kissing Milo once before he somehow pretzel'd himself into sitting upright without evicting Sky of his place sprawled over him. Does it make sense? Not really, but eh, it's War. He's magical. Though magic didn't stop Milo's fur from having foundation smudges on it. Or from his eyeliner smudging.

Twilight smiled as he sat himself down, shuffling to lean against the sofa before he opened his arms to welcome his roommates in. Without a second of doubt, War flopped himself over straight into Twi's arms. Though in the process, he accidentally squished Sky, who let out an indignant squawk and kicked War (gently) in the shin before wiggling out into a more comfortable embrace between his two roommates.

"War that was homophobic..." Sky grumbled.

"I'm literally gay???"

"Alright old ladies, calm down." Twilight soothed with.

War simply huffed and buried his cold nose in Twi's shoulder. Any pretend grumpiness evaporated from both him and Sky within seconds, and their tense shoulders slowly unwound as they relaxed further and further into the comforting furnace that is Twilight.

If anyone were to walk in, they'd just see a tangle of limbs and (metaphorical) soggy cats. The actual cats were there too; at some point they'd snuck in and were purring away, content as ever.

Minutes, hours- whatever, an amount of time passed where all three of the silly roommates sat on the floor snuggling, until a sleepy, incoherent murmur left Sky's lips. Twilight hummed in question.

"I'm gonna fall asleep..." Sky mumbled, his eyelids slipping shut, though he didn't bother moving.

"Then get some rest, dude. You deserve it." War gently smiled, running a hand through Sky's hair.

Any further disgruntled grumblings were lost to the power of sleepiness, and soon replaced by snores.

"...everythin' alright with him?" Twi asked hesitantly.

War hummed. "Just stressed, I think. Glad to see him relaxed now."

"Yeah," Twilight whispered in agreement, mindful of the aforementioned roommate sleeping tucked into his side.

Conversation tapered off into comfortable silence, until Twi started to complain that his ass hurt from sitting on the floor for so long. But he just scooped Sky up and the cuddle pile relocated to someone's bed, where they could snuggle more securely. Personally, War had no complaints. The stress of his life earlier had melted in the warm embrace of his friends and now he felt... safe. Secure. Content.

Sorry this isn't the best- but I hope you like it ! Remember to take care of yourself :]

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I LOVE IT OH MY GOD. SCREAMING AND CRYING AND RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES you gifted me my blorbos 🥺??? AUGH!!

this is so fucking cute, floor time could definitely fix these guys

"Mister dramatic pants" and Twi thinking War has sad wet creature eyes is so everything to me, I hope you know

AND THE "War that was so homophobic" "I'm literally gay" KILLED ME. War is definitely the more likley of the three of them to whine and stop his feet and go "this is so homophobic" over any minor inconvenience but Sky saying this TO WAR is so fucking funny and I love it so much

also them worrying over Sky is so sweet, I love this so much thank you for this im holding it tightly in my evil little hands

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: Looks like we gotta put Katsuki in his place…or try to, anyways. Augh @cashmoneyyysstuff is literally my savior hereee ilyyy Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, reader is 20 years old, reader befriends Kaminari and Sero, Reader uses "Cattus" as her alias, reader's nicknames are Cactus and Cattus, fight scene between you and Bakugou, really BAD depictions of a fight scene, reader's down bad LMAO, two characters aren't from MHA but are there for the plot, mentions of overexertion, Bakugou challenges you to a fight, a tualia is a type of duel for reference,

Pairing(s): Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ: Ten, Again

“Daaaaaaamn Cattus.” Hanta drawls, approaching you once training ended for the day. You hadn’t moved a bit- rooted to where you stood when Bakugou challenged you to a fight.  

“Got a duel on the first day, huh? Against the great ol’ ‘War Dragon’ too.” Denki chimes in, slinging an arm around your shoulder.  

“Was nice knowing you two.” you mumble, regret laced in your tone. You joined the army to avoid trouble, not cause it. 

Denki nods sagely, patting your back in an attempt to console you. “What flowers do you want for your funeral?” 

Hanta rolls his eyes, slinging his arm over your shoulders as well. “Eh, I think Cattus’ll beat the ‘Pissy Lizard’ any day- man's probably got some secret moves he isn’t spilling.” the ravenette says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  

You sigh, internally cackling at Hanta’s take on the captain’s nickname, but chose to address the latter statement.  

“I haven’t trained since I was ten though! An entire decade ago!” you groan, and Hanta raises an eyebrow.  

“What’s stopping you from training now then? There’s some dummies we passed a few minutes ago that Moss Bear said was for public use.” 

You blink- how in the world did they know so much about this place and you didn’t? 

You ask them, and Denki just snorts, pulling your wolf’s knot teasingly.  

“You sir, are the King of Moping. You’re too busy lamenting your stay here, and so you don’t appreciate hanging out with your bros” Denki says, sighing dramatically.  

Sero flicks your forehead “And while you were busy off in space, you overhear some things.” 

You groan. Maybe Fern Bat was right. About you, not your father.  

But he wasn’t going to be for long.  

You were going to train as hard as you could to make up for the last 10 years of your life.  

*** 

It was almost midnight when you finally put down the sword, muscles aching, body feverish and drenched with sweat, you worked so hard you felt like you were going to vomit.  

“Shit...” you mutter, letting your sword clatter to the ground, resting your head against the nearby tree.  

You wanted water, and a shower, but you didn’t have that luxury right now. Right now...you had rest, rest was good. Good enough at least. 

Though you were thoroughly exhausted in every meaning of the word, you felt...rejuvenated. Alive, almost.  

You had to admit, you changed a lot in the last week than you had in your entire life, more fierce, more bold, more confident even. You felt...free. Though you loved your family with your entire heart, mind, soul, and being, not having the responsibility to tend to others 24/7 was relieving.  

What wasn’t relieving however was the impending fight you had tomorrow.  

Oh well. 

If you were going down, you wouldn’t make it easy, that’s for sure.  

In the light of the waning moon, you smirk to yourself. 

You were going to remind the so called “War Dragon” that while they grew flowers, cacti still had thorns.  

*** 

You woke up the next morning, early, much to Denki and Hanta’s annoyance, but they understood enough to let you be and give you shit for it later.  

 It’s early enough that no one is awake right now, and so you slip away from the mass of tents and training equipment to find solace in the nearby lake, one you noticed when first arriving here, taking a much-needed wash to cleanse yourself of the dirt, grime and sweat from the previous night. 

It was relaxing and refreshing- exactly what you needed to get yourself in the right mindset for your battle. Icy water laps at your skin, cleansing you from worries and emotions that you couldn’t afford to feel right now. Usually, you would complain and shiver about the temperature of the water you were in- but right now, you felt new. 

Right now, you couldn’t be Y/N.  

Right now, you were Cattus. 

*** 

Thump. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

Your heart beats thrums steadily against your ribcage, like a gong or a rhythmic drum sounding over and over again.  

And across from you, those stupidly pretty ruby eyes. 

You couldn’t be falling for him. 

You couldn’t be falling for him. 

Stupid Pissy Lizard. 

You stare at the Adonis of a man in front of you, finally drinking in his features.  

Chiseled jawline, slim waist, hulking figure. Long eyelashes that housed those eyes you loved so much, and spiky hair that jutted in every direction, similar to the horns and spikes of a dragon. Plush lips that stretched across the smug grin on his face. 

Damn. 

That might be a slight problem. 

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” the soldiers that crowded you chanted, louder and louder, in sync with the beating of your heart.  

You were a warrior.  

With a cry, you lunge forward at the sound of the gong, just as Bakugou does.  

And suddenly, you were ten again.  

You see him move without him moving, noticing the muscles in his right arm clench every so slightly, meaning he would strike your left side.  

Dropping to your knees, you slide underneath the blade, ignoring the pain the friction caused against your knees and kick your legs out to knock him off balance too.  

He stumbles, before whipping back to face you, already on your feet, and preparing to strike for his abdomen.  

“Remember Y/N.” you father had told you. “When facing an opponent who excels in strength, you must beat them in speed.” 

Bakugou was strong, you could give him that. Extremely so, with skills so refined that you could barely find the chinks in his armor. He was fast too. 

You would just have to be faster.  

“Become the wind, embrace it, embody it.” you hear your dad’s voice in your head. “And once you do, overcome it.” 

“Be faster, better, become more than the wind could ever be.” 

Bakugou blocks your strike, but is taken aback at your speed, growling as he used the momentum to push you off him, leaving you skidding against the dirt, yet you maintain your footing, and your stance. 

Sword clash, as you fight tirelessly, the soldier surrounding you watching intently. They didn’t expect you to last this long- neither did Bakugou. Were you actually going to win? 

And yet, in reality, what could a single gust of wind do against a fire breathing dragon? 

Just as you couldn’t win against your father, you couldn’t win against Bakugou.  

But you knew that. 

That wasn’t what you were concerned about. You could hold your own against the captain of an army squadron, and Bakugou knew that. You have proven your point.  

Now, you were just toying with him.  

You felt sluggish, overexerting yourself well beyond your limit at this point- knowing that in these types of challenges, a tualia in specificness, the only way to win was to pin your opponent down for 10 seconds.  

Given his sheer size and strength, you knew that pinning him down for that long would be impossible. You came to terms with that a long time ago. 

Bakugou’s chest heaved, sweat dripping down his neck. He was just as tired as you were, but still royally ticked off. You could see why they called him a dragon now, eyes narrowed in concentration and breathing so heavily smoke could exit his nostrils.  

Running straight at him, you direct yourself as if to collide with him, the latter bracing for impact before you spin around, hooking your foot around him, and causing him to fall on his back.  

Taking the opportunity, you place your forearm on your collarbone, putting as much weight as your could afford at that moment, pinning him down. 

“One...two...three...” you mutter, loud enough that the other soldiers could hear you.  

Holy shit. Was this going to work?  

Bakugou’s breath comes out ragged and labored- he's tired. 

“Four...five..uff!” you cough out as Bakugou suddenly headbutts you and reverses your stance, him now pinning you.  

Shit!

“One...two...three” he starts counting, voice so low and gravelly it sounds almost unhuman.  

He’s not growling now though, he seems subdued almost, like he just wants to get this over with. 

“Four...five...six...seven...” 

You don’t bother squirming, or trying to escape, already sensing your tualia coming to an end. You can’t help but feel butterflies erupt in your stomach from the proximity and you mentally open a cage to stuff them through- you'd deal with those feelings later.   

“Eight...nine...fucking ten.” he groans, getting off of you, and allowing you to finally breathe, relaxing into the ground, but Denki and Hanta help you up anyways, awestruck.  

“You almost beat him!” Denki gushes, giddy with excitement.  

Hanta nods in assent. “I knew I said you might have secret skills, but damn. I don’t think Bakugou’s gone up against anyone who’s still alive to tell the tale.” 

You chuckle dryly, too tired to share their enthusiasm but grateful for it nonetheless. 

“C’mon guys, let’s get back to the tent.” 

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[americanwh0rerstory]

The morning after [cherik]

charles xavier X erik lehnsherr

SUMMARY: after an ‘intense’ night together, charles begins to have some deep thoughts

WARNINGS: homosexuality

A/N: AUGH I LOVE THESE GAY MEN SO MUCH

NO NSFW ^_^

charles stood in the shared kitchen, shakily stirring his coffee whilst waiting for erik to wake up. it was a long night, and charles would be lying if he said he could walk straight right now.

he stirred the coffee, watching as the milk blends with the coffee beans, however it’s only when the spoon continued to spin after he let go that he was aware of his lover standing in the doorway

with lipstick smeared over his face from the previous nights and remnants over charles face and neck, erik leaned against the wooden doorframe with his hand slightly extended to control the spoon

“i’d have made coffee for you, you can go back to bed” erik says in an uncharacteristic soft tone, looking at the worn out charles

“no it’s fine, i’ll make you a cup too” charles replies as he began to pour erik’s cup of coffee, regaining control of the spoon from his partner

whilst stirring the coffee his mind wandered, thinking about him and erik. was it love? surely it was, the way they interacted sure seemed like love. or was it just platonic? did erik just want a friends with benefits situation? hopefully not, charles wouldn’t be able to handle it if erik left. yes, he was independant, but a world without erik seemed almost unbearable

he was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice erik stand behind him, feeling erik’s arms encircle his waist and his head resting on charles’ shoulder

“you need to rest, darling” erik murmurs into charles’ skin. “somethings clearly bothering you so how about we lay in bed, drink out coffee, and you tell me what’s going on”

charles muttered a soft agreement and finished making the coffees, taking it into the bedroom they both shared before he began to open up. he never liked opening up, but he had to know what erik was thinking. he didn’t want to use his mutation, but would it really be bad if he did?

“do you love me? romantically, i mean. or is this just an extension on our friendship?” charles asks as he sits on his side of the bed, looking at erik over the rim of his mug

“why ask questions you already know the answer too, sweetheart?” erik asked in response, the petname rolling naturally off his tongue as though it was honey. he gulped down some of his coffee before continuing. “you’ve always been the closest person to me, why would i ever feel anything less than love for you?”

he set his mug down and pulled charles closer to him, the latter’s head resting on the former’s chest. erik’s hands weaved in charles’ hair, playing with the strands in an attempt to soothe him. “i love you, charles. even if i don’t say it, you know i do. and if you ever doubt it then there’s nothing stopping you looking in my head”

charles sighs gently with content, relaxing into erik’s touch as they laid on the bed together. “i love you more” he says in a half whisper, closing his eyes as he cuddled into erik. “even when you’re covered in lipstick”

[penpenpenchant]

Anaxa Relationship Headcanons~

mild spoilers for this new patch, under the cut

also gore elements? idk if its gore or not

ceranaxa

- in my heart, their the kind of couple who argue all the time, and not in like a haikaveh way where they may or may not get freaky at the end, i think that they have to have separate beds or else they will be so mean to each other.

- i imagine that ceres can like. logically decide what hes feeling most of the time, so they can have one sided conversations? likelike uhh

Ceres - "You know, if you're getting that mad over *insert situatuon*, it's not worth it to you."

Anaxa, thinking real hard - "can u stop that"

- i think anaxa is definitely secure in the fact that ceres likes toying with him, but is a lil less secure that she loves him tho.

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aglaxa

- ohhh godddd *eye rolls*

the dynamic!!

- demigod x heretic who ONLY WORSHIPS HER?!?!?

- they also argue and bicker but its more so like "oh u wanna kiss me so bad" (also not haikaveh coded imo)

- i did do a lik writing about them like this, but her threads poking and prodding him as their speaking...

almost as if she can keep her eyes off of him,,,, AUGH

- a thread wraps around his neck or like his arms and just stays there.

- aglaea pls walk him like a dog

- walk ME like a dog fuck

- i think shes who he chooses to open up to about like. a lot of things and its vulnerable *but* like. in a sexy way.

- once again, can they walk me like a dog ahfhakfbs

//

phainaxa

- okay. hear me out.

- phainon *could* be dark and fucked up now. i need him to be dark and fucked up and the flame reaver guy

- and then.

and then

- i imagine phainon feeling like. into his chest cavity (cuz i think he has one of those) and resting a hand on the inside of him?

- listen. thus is my hc list

//

crack ship - anaxa x luocha HEAR ME OUT

- a mysterious traveling merchat arrives on amphoreus, and hes in no rush to sell anything. hes barely even making any steps to establish himself as a traderer of anything - trying to run away and escape from a past that haunts him.

- anaxa starts noticing him, and as luocha arrives in the garden, anaxa is curious

- hes clearly not from.this world, nor does he belong here

- and anaxa feels (to me?) like an outsider too

- so they bond

- and get closer

- and then they kiss.

viola!