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[yangjeongin]

[galactic-rhea]

is there an au about both rebel Anakin and Padme

there is and i call that my Runaways AU! The title is very self explanatory, tbh, but I made a post a long ago that summarizes most of it.

Is honestly a very cruel AU despite not having Anakin falling to the dark side lol

these are ryoo and pooja, btw, and is probably for the reason you're thinking. I just have a blast with all the angsty and family drama that this has. More about that in the tags and under the cut

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i'm evil.

[iztea]

commission for @/ nikkigogol 💣

[laurrelise]

i’ve done another silly little doodle :3

[scliffe]

Kuroshitsuji AU where the Phantomhive massacre never happened; Ciel did grow up to be a priest in the Phantomhive territory just as his twin brother wanted, and he kept having to exorcise demons from the body of a man named Sebastian.

Sebastian is a very attractive man—and a very successful toy store owner too; just like Ciel’s childhood dream, isn’t that such a coincidence? He’s very kind to Ciel—probably out of gratefulness for helping him—and Ciel quickly finds himself falling in love and sharing a special connection with the man, it’s just a shame that Sebastian seems to keep getting possessed by demons way too often than people normally do, doesn’t he? It’s like he just gets repossessed by demons as an excuse to keep seeing the little priest.

[rottiens]

The other day I saw that panel again about Toji sleeping around because he needs a roof over his head somehow, and I'm just gonna put this out there, that I'd easily be one of those delusional women who would try to make him fall in love with me. Hell, I'd even try to be his sugar momma/babe with my minimum wage job, lmao

this made me scream lol, sorry but same. i think i could make him change and you know what...in my little head i think it is possible. 

i think he would be reluctant at first, like a stray cat you have to tame. one that pulls back when you try to pet him but slowly gives in as you show him that you are not going to hurt him. 

the first time he sleeps over he makes it clear that it doesn't mean anything, he has a pout and a wrinkled nose, dirty shirt from the drizzle that fell earlier and a band aid you placed on his cheek. even though toji's rules are clear, sex only, you wake up in the middle of the night with his arms wrapped around you, tied around your waist like a knot that you can't get rid of. 

he smells like home, like you. like the detergent you used to wash his clothes, like the shampoo he took without your permission to wash his hair and you can't help but cling to him more in search of that warmth.

the next week he gets trapped in your house when he is putting on his tight shirt and heading out. torrential rains pelted the city, preventing him from seeing the road, so you forced him to watch your favorite show on the couch with treats you had at home and a warm blanket over his legs. 

"we're not a couple," the semi-domesticated cat reminds you with a growl. 

two months later and toji doesn't want to get out of your bed after you have sex, hugs you, snuggles you and refuses to let you out of his grip when you demand that you have to go to work. toji stays in the mornings after breakfast and accepts when you invite him to lunch on your off time.  

"we're not a couple," he reminds you as you put the face mask on him and you can't help but laugh. you have his shirt on and he's in your bathroom half naked with one of your headbands holding his hair back to let you see his face better. 

you help him shave, he rewards you by massaging your back, your feet, fucking you slow and soft in prone bone. toji claims he's not your boyfriend, but slowly the line becomes blurred the day he arrives with a box in his hands with his belongings and doesn't leave again the next day… or the other. 

[padmesbox]

Hangman Page birthday week → Day seven:

Happy birthday to my favorite wrestler teacher 🎉

Not taking bullshit boomer, condescending advice from nobody but giving evergreen advice that can only come from a millennial [former] teacher:

"Have a plan B [...] I think a lot of people would say like, if you have a plan B, you know, 'you can't give all to plan A, so you're gonna fail at plan A, anyway'. That's not true, I was a high school teacher and I did this, and I'm the effin' World Champion, and at one time I was a high school teacher to make it through this, I had a plan B and I don't need it anymore... have a plan B, life is much more important than, you know, what career you want to follow or what, you know, oh you want people to say about your accomplishments [...] life is much more important than that and you will need to make money to survive, so always have a plan B. That's like, what I feel, people don't press that upon people enough in telling you to chase your dreams —you absolutely, absolutely should— but to also know like you have to reckon with the fact that you probably, statistically will not make much money at this, if any. You have to know that, and you have to be okay with that [...] if you don't reckon with that like, reality, you're setting yourself up for heartbreak one way or the other"

[seagull-scribbles]

Happy valentines! what says ‘love’ like two smelly, unwashed teen boys?

Drew this after a lovely convo with @less-depresso-more-espresso, who also gave me this song to listen to 💕 so this one’s for you bestie aha

[stellar-collective]

The April Fools event concluded and HOLY SHIT ok so

1. The whole thing was an Agency Test run by Xoe and Xavier (yes that is how their names are actually spelled) and *almost* all the information they gave was fake, with the exception of Xavier actually having a crush on Dr Zor and being a firm believer in enemies to lovers,

2. The Test was to see how easily Agency members would defect to Zoraxis. ...Xoe was very disappointed.

3.

SCHEEEEELLLLLLLLL!!!!!!

HAHAH OKAY THAT’S AMAZING (Xavier is actually so valid) but wHAT

tbh i’m shocked that Ollie was even acknowledged during this (my influence no doubt /j) and i am eternally grateful for the crumbs but SCHEEEEEEELLLLLL /silly

thanks for keeping me updated btw!!!

[televisionlassie]

Me watching people pretend Wally west (and sometimes Roy)’s children don’t exist so that they can be Dick/Jason’s boyfriend

[moonshynecybin]

i need to write more divorce era rosquez porn. just two people attempting to have hate sex but because of marc’s busted arm and vale’s creaky old man knees and their general clownish demeanors they’re really mostly just kind of bad at it

[guesst]

sometimes i think about sullivan and how his n iruma’s relationship progresses and what made him choose iruma. i mean it was probably something to do with delkira that made him pick iruma up but i also think about that comment he makes early on in the series, that the others in the 3 greats have grandkids and he doesnt and how hed love to have a grandkid. and how he sends iruma to babyls partly because thats what a proper caretaker is meant to do. and how at the beginning maybe hes playacting and thinking yes this is the boy i have brought over for unspecified reasons, My Grandson, and i am the Grandfather (yay!) but its only later on that The Grandson becomes Iruma Suzuki first and then Sullivan’s Grandson second. and then i get happy about it

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

really random and probably very out of place but…….. hypothetically……… if reader was invited to a bachelor/bachelorette party on another country for let’s say a week or so, how would geto react?? like, i know he would accompany reader to the airport and he’d be super supportive, but would he miss them? 🤨🤨 would he turn into a sad and nostalgic and soggy cat……….. a little yearner even though it’s only a week………

HE WOULD . HE WOULD . HE WOULD. I CANNOT OVERSTATE HOW MUCH HE WOULD DO JUST THAT.

anon this ask set every neuron in my brain on fire i’ve been WAITING to talk abt loserboy loverboy sugu……. because that is exactly what he is. he’s a loser. a lover. he loves you so much. he’s so good at hiding it, so good at keeping up a cool guy image, but deep down he’s a soggy little wet cat who just wants to play with your hair and have you play with his 😔😔 i think that once you’ve completely wormed your way into his heart he never wants to be away from you…. he loves just existing with you at home the most . that’s where he feels most at peace. most himself . :(((((( sniffle….

so when you go overseas…. i doooo think he sort of dies a little. very much turns into a little yearner!!! our little sad soggy cat!!!!! he WANTS to be normal about it so badly because . he knows it shouldn’t be a big deal if you’re away for a week or two. it shouldn’t be. and he desperately wants to pretend that he’s okay because satoru and shoko keep calling him codependent and he wants to prove them wrong. but i think he lasts like…. a couple days before his distractions stop working and he notices that everything just feels kind of wrong. like. where is his little baby!!!!!! where is his little baby who plays with his hair and eats his breakfast and smiles at him so sweetly :(((( he just feels sooo bored and so lonely and so mopey and after a while he gets bad at hiding it. satoru and shoko can’t bring him anywhere because eventually he WILL sigh longingly and go “i wish y/n was here.” sad little baby boy. 

when you’re talking on the phone i think he tries his best not to let you in on it though….. he just wants you to have fun where you are. he doesn’t want to be selfish and whine for you to come back :((((( even though that’s all he desperately needs…. i think he’s patient enough to just . wait . but he misses you. i don’t think he sleeps or eats very well when you’re not around either… but he really, really tries!!! and i do think he reaches a functional state eventually . especially if you remind him to take care of himself extra while you’re away :3 then he’s like . oh well. i guess i Have to. since they asked so nicely. say what you will but i think he’s whipped..

and when you come back……. yeah. you’re not leaving the house again anytime soon :33 he WILL keep you hostage in his lap on the couch and he will feed you a nice warm handmade meal. kisses your head every two seconds. cradles you soooo close . he needs to recharge!!!!!

[softquietsteadylove]

tomb raider. Please. Smut. I beg of you.

Gilgamesh woke at the sound of his door being opened. It was the middle of the night, late for even Karun to be 'checking on him', or Druig to be looking for the best spot in the mansion to relay a signal or some bullshit.

Gil had gotten used to a lot of that while he had stayed with them.

It was only going to be while Thena was still in a cast, at first. He had been with her in the hospital after transport, and he got the impression that she had silently - maybe even reluctantly - appreciated him being there with her. And so when she insisted she could be treated from the comfort and privacy of her estate, he had just...gone with her then, too.

Karun had set him up in a room in the east wing. The house was so damn big it was more like a castle. He checked up on Gil regularly, but Gil got the sense it was actually because Karun was deeply protective of Thena, and keeping his eyes on their first guest in what he had implied to be decades helped him feel better.

Druig was seen less often, usually scurrying from point A to point B while working and perfecting said work. He would spare Gil the odd good morning (no earlier than 4pm), or maybe even a nod of his head while pilfering the main kitchen for things his guest house lacked.

Thena was finally up and around, and recovering well. The stitches in her leg had dissolved and she no longer needed crutches or even a cane. Really, there was little reason for him to still be there.

But none of them mentioned it. He had brought it up once or twice, mostly out of fear that he might overstay his welcome and come off as rude and imposing. Thena and Karun and Druig had their own ecosystem, here.

But Thena had quietly yet definitively said that he was welcome--no expiration date. That was the end of the discussion. It sounded a bit open ended, but Gil got the sense from the other two men there that it was practically asking him to stay, as far as Thena was concerned.

So he did.

He blinked, trying to orient himself in the dark of the room. It was a hell of a room; big, fancy bed, old wood, canopy and everything. Thena's room was just as fit for a princess as he had always imagined.

He had been in there a few times now, checking on her, bringing her food. Even just keeping her company while she was bedridden, and explosively cranky because of it. Karun and Druig had avoided it, but Gil didn't mind it, all things considered. It felt like the Thena he knew from working, more than the tired and vaguely depressed Thena who was defeated from having to stay off her leg for nearly two months straight.

"Thena?" he blinked, trying to see in the dark. There was a little blueish moonlight creeping in from the beautiful windows, but they had heavy curtains to help keep the sunlight from invading as early as dawn, given the room orientation.

She padded over to him. He had learned that she was as silent as a cat walking around. She was light on her feet while working, sure, but her in bare feet?--he would be better off trying to track a ghost.

Gil reached for the night stand lamp but her land laid over his to keep him from it. She pushed forward, keeping him towards the center of the bed, even perching herself on the luxurious white sheets and duvet.

Her never saw her with her hair down. It was beautiful.

"You okay?" he asked, but still didn't receive an answer.

She had been...different. For the last two weeks of his stay, she had been watching him, quietly, almost patiently, like she was waiting for a certain tell. They still sparred verbally, as they were wont to do, but sometimes after Thena would get all quiet and then just...look at him.

Like now.

"Thena-!" Gil blinked as she leaned over, pressing her lips to his. Her amazing, amazing lips. His hands moved a little too automatically, finding the sleek bend of her waist and the sharp line of her jaw.

"Hm." It was such a small sound, but god did it make him want to hear more. He reached for more, greedily pulled her closer to him. Her hands spread out on his chest, which he had forgotten was completely bare.

"Mm, Thena," he tried to gather his self-control and pull away. She didn't make it easy. He frowned, "are you--this is-"

She leaned forward, kissing him again. "Karun is asleep."

That was her argument?--that her lurking father figure wouldn't be interrupting them?

Gil moaned (totally against his will). Her pale skin absolutely glowed from what light existed in the room. She was wearing a light, silk white robe. It loosened as she leaned against him and he caught sight of even more skin. He moaned louder.

She was completely naked under it.

Thena climbed on top of him, decisive and direct as she always was. She kissed him in a way that made it impossible for him to stop. Well, it made her impossible to resist. His hands slid up her waist, over her slim rib cage and back. She alternated between straddling his hips between her knees and rising up to press their chests together.

He grunted as he felt her breasts crush against him.

Thena ran her hand over his shoulder and up his neck, scraping until she could run her fingers through his hair. "Gil."

He practically whimpered. She was making this really, really difficult to resist. And his body was way, way ahead of him.

She pressed her hips down against his, teasing the firmness in his sweatpants like the mink she was. Her lithe limbs slithered around over him, teasing him mercilessly with sensation.

He growled in the back of his throat. He was way beyond salvation, way beyond willpower. He just wanted more of her. He reached down, tracing over her buttocks to her thighs so he could hoist her higher and closer.

"Ow!"

He froze, horror flooding through him. "I-I-I'm so sorry, are you-"

She giggled (she-demon). She pressed her lips to his neck, whispering right in his hot flushed ear, "sorry, just kidding."

He huffed through his nose. Okay, that was enough. He was not going to let her have her way with him again--not this time. He grasped her delectable flesh anew, rolling her over and under him, into the center of the bed he had been occupying.

Thena looked up at him, her hair splayed out, robe open, teasing him with the perfect crevice of exposure. Pale and glowing, firm and soft, lithe and plump, she was sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

Gil laid over her, kissing her more firmly. She responded with the same vigour. If this was how she wanted to play it, then fine. If she wanted him to kiss her, he would kiss her. If she wanted him to touch her, he would touch her.

If she wanted him to fuck her, he was going to make her see the sun and moon and stars.

Thena moaned into his mouth, their tongues fighting one another, because even joined at the hips, they couldn't harmonise completely. She dragged his sweatpants off of him, he pulled the robe away, not caring what happened to the expensive material once it was off of her hot flushed skin.

Gil bent to her neck, latching on hard. He kissed, he licked, he dragged his teeth over the skin there, just enough that she could feel the impact he was making on her. One of her legs dragged up to hook around his hips, the other avoided him. He would avoid it, too.

Thena gasped as he put a firm hand on her waist, holding what little existed there to make sure she was aware just how much he wanted this--how much she had wound him up. If she wanted to rattle his cage, mission accomplished.

"Fuck," he cursed as he pushed into her slowly. He was a wound up, hungry animal, but he would never be able to live with hurting her. If anything, he had declined job after job after job the last two months to make sure quite the opposite happened.

Thena's groan joined his as he docked his hips against hers. She melded around him as if they were made for each other--as if they had always had this option and just held back for some reason he couldn't yet think of.

He kissed her openly, greedily, and she responded with her own greed. He parted from her only when he needed to breathe, or when he leaned up on his elbow to get leverage. He started moving.

"Gil!" she panted for breath, moving her hips with his. God, she responded to him like they were made to make love. Her hands moved from lying limply on the pillows by her head to grabbing onto him. "Fuck."

He grunted as he moved. She felt so good, she looked so good, everything about her, he drank up and hoped he would never forget this feeling. The bed creaked faintly but he didn't give a shit who heard them. He kissed her neck again, dragging his tongue down until he discovered the joy of her breasts.

Thena made a new sound as he took a nipple between his teeth. Again, not too hard, but enough that she would know it was him, even come tomorrow.

He pressed his face into her cleavage. She sounded really cute right now, but if he said that, not only would neither of them finish, she might kill him.

"Gil," Thena moaned again, a little higher, a little louder.

"Fuck, Thena," he moaned, and he meant it deep in his bones. She was incredible, like nothing else he'd ever felt before. "I want you to come."

Her whole body shuddered, as if no one had ever said those words to her. He wanted her writhing in pleasure, like the living, breathing goddess she was. This woman who filled his veins with fury at times; he wanted her veins flushed with ecstasy.

Every time she laughed, he wanted her mouth on his. Every time she made a crude little joke, he wanted to steal it off her lips with his own tongue. Every time she would sway her hips at him or give him an up-and-down with those eyes of hers, it made him want her.

She made another inhumanly beautiful sound as he picked up speed. He slid one hand up the bed, locking her fingers with his and sliding them both under the pillows until her arm was as far as it could go. The other he used to keep a hold of her, between holding her waist within his palm to sliding over her breast and then to cradling the back of her head, her hair weaving between his fingers like sunbeams.

"Gil, that's it, right there," she whimpered, in such a criminally charming way it was more seductive than anything she could have worn - or not worn - tonight. Her fingers squeezed against his.

"Beautiful thing," he growled directly into her ear. She shuddered around him again. His hips took on a mind of their own, driving them both to the inevitable conclusion. "You were made to be worshiped."

Thena let out a string of noises, sounds he never thought he would hear her silken voice make. Each and every one of them was divine, like music to his ears. For all she had come in here intending to take from him, she had given him a hell of a lot more as soon as her lips touched his.

Gil grunted far less melodically, moaning against her skin as he followed her, coming properly for the first time in a long, long time. Longer than she would ever know, as far as he was concerned.

She hummed as his climax mingled with hers. The bed absorbed their mess, her legs splayed out around his. Her breasts moved with each breath she dragged in, although the contented smile on her face assured him that she was at least somewhere where he was.

He hadn't felt like this...maybe ever. He also panted for breath, his skin hot to the touch and shining with a thin layer of sweat. His muscles ached faintly with a wonderful strain. He hissed as he slipped out of her, as did she. "Thena?"

He let himself collapse next to her. He closed his eyes, letting himself stay in this moment of wonder for just one second more. And as soon as his eyes were shut, he felt her delicate little form move. His arm tightened around her. "Excuse me."

She didn't answer him. He could have guessed she would slither off as soon as they were done feasting on one another. She tried to pull away again and he cleared his throat. He heard her huff a little and he smiled in the dark; that was his Thena. "Do you want me to leave you a google review, is that it?"

He chuckled, although he didn't really have the breath to spare. But he could hear her breath still coming in hot little puffs, too. He grasped her forearm, dragging himself up for just the briefest of moments.

Thena let him pull her into one last, drawn out, agonising kiss. They moaned against one another again, with both the pleasure and the curse of tomorrow morning looming ahead.

Gil laid back down on the mattress, letting Thena make her escape without so much as looking at him, nor bothering to retrieve her robe from the far side of the room. He chuckled; of course the divine specimen she was didn't need it to sneak back to her own room. If the moon wanted to feast on her beautiful body like he did then she wouldn't stop it.

He let out a heavy breath, looking up at the canopy of the bed again. Breakfast was certainly going to be interesting, if she was willing to speak with him ever again after this.

[teh-nos]

we're all agreed that in a sylkior crimson peak au it'd be thor that's edith, right? it feels weird making him *not* one of the incest siblings but he's got way stronger damsel-in-distress vibes than sylvie and she's just more unhinged. not that thor *couldn't* poison his brother-slash-lover's spouses but i just think sylvie would get more enjoyment out of murdering people. so my apologies but in this case i *would* make the selfcest pairing be incest in an au.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hero of Power my beloved punching bag ❤️