#(ง︡'-'︠)ง

[max--phillips]

“Come and get it” bitch………………………… some of us have to wait until fucking November……………

[metalrider]

lmao she planned this ahead i swear

[k-martins]

Was your day crazy? Because I just found out that Suguru Geto and I share a birthday! (February 3)

(Our birthday selfie. Had an annoying guy with white hair and blue eyes crying outside. How cringe. 0-0)

[diannadfangirl]

Dkw but I just felt the compulsive need to draw Sanji with a goth girl. The hands are horrible I know (ㆆ_ㆆ)

[pyrrhicpaths]

@onemanagainstanempire || [x]

"In theory? Not violent-violent." Mostly because he's pretty sure her brother can break him in half like a toothpick, and Nyx likes his spine all in a piece.

However, they're heading into swampland, and while he's fully prepared in jeans and an old, dark t-shirt that has seen far better days, well...

"But I hope you're not too attached to those clothes, because you're probably gonna want to burn 'em by the time we're done."

“Oh,” the younger woman tries not to sound so dejected-- she really was hoping for a bit more violence, but that is just his theory, right? She eventually shrugs it off, the glimmer of excitement still in her eyes. “Eh, still better than helping count inventory.”

Even his warning doesn’t seem to faze the Amicitia. She’s long since ditched her favourite heeled, MT-shattering boots for a more practical pair, and she’s sure Gladio won’t miss (or even recall) his old Crownsguard hoodie from when he was still in high school if Iris does end up needing to burn her clothing. Clothes are repairable and replaceable, no biggie. 

Makes her wonder what weird shit she’ll encounter this time, though. 

“Yeah. Unless you want me to grab heavy-duty hazmat suits, I think we’re all set?”

[thewanderingace]

Eliot: (ง︡'-'︠)ง

Harry: (❤o❤)

Bonus Sophie: (ง ͠ ᵒ̌ Дᵒ̌)¤=[]:::::>

[theghostlykat]

Violence is welcome mua ha ha!

La violencia es bien recibida mua ha ha

(ง︡'-'︠)ง

[coladaminx]

(ง︡'-'︠)ง I’m ready to fight whoever deprived this man of his childhood

[fereldanwench]

arasaka bodyguards (ง︡'-'︠)ง

⚠️ do not reupload or edit my shots without my permission ⚠️

[nugget-timez]

do NOT mess with han hyeongjun! (ง︡'-'︠)ง

BONUS: he would still like to be defended tho

[kizzys]

ghosts and demons: 

Shane: (ง︡'-'︠)ง

[peasofgreeniguess]

Hi! Are your asks open? Yeah no? Im not sure! --- If they are, could you do a headcanon for how the uf and us bros take care of a s/o that is paralyzed from the waist down? (life style) (ง︡'-'︠)ง ---

I Cannot fathom how old this ask is- surprise jump scare in your inbox i guess- i hope you enjoy! ------ When monsters first were introduced to the surface, it was really hard to get used to. Living in a world literally not made for you is tough, and when they met you, you understood that in a way. Of course, you and them do not share the same experiences in many ways, but having someone to flip off society with you is nice.

Sans viciously defends you from anyone who attempts to pity or infantilize you. You are a person, dammit! he once got kicked out of a Walmart for ripping a Karen to shreds (with his words, of course) While Sans likes to work in the garage, he often asks you to come hang out and hand him tools while he talks to you. He usually asks you a question about something he knows you love to talk about, and once you start, he just silently listens. He adores the sound of your voice and enjoys every second. Whenever you feel bad about talking his metaphorical ears off, he assures you that he enjoyed every second.

And Papyrus got flame decals for your wheelchair- because “his mate needs to ride in style.”

Like sans- he is also very protective of you- except he would rip a karen to shreds- without words. but he just cares about you to much; they both do.

They would do pretty much anything to make you smile; your wish is their command. 

When Papyrus cooks, you are the honorary "cheese grater and potato peeler." Really, he will use any excuse to have you hang out in the kitchen with him. Without you, all his food would still be drowning in vinegar.

(papyrus also knits you cozy blankets with flames but he would never admit it to anyone.)

[asphodelis]

i want to see the substitutes get lines regardless of whether or not all the gen one women had kids (ง︡'-'︠)ง

[snapdragoned]

Basil and Vishal share a very weird charcuterie meal together after the date. Basil decides that he should be the one dating this hunk, not his stupid sister.

He confronts Bianca about it later.

Basil: Keep your head on a swivel... the boy is mine (ง︡'-'︠)ง.

[yuriisclumsy]

𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕 — 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒌, 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐈𝐕 | 𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕 (you are here) | 𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕𝐈

Authors note: Hi. Tis I, your author. I have been writing nonstop for the last few days, and I have things planned out for a couple weeks. BTW, I'm planning on writing for my novel, and other projects not involving fanfiction. Wish me luck! PS. I kinda lied. I have another fanfiction I'm working on, that I won't post until I have at least 15 chapters in.

The Common Folk

–As stated in previous Arcs, the residents of the Divine City are generally of good nature, with the giving out of food to the Up-holders, to community service. They like to reciprocate what they receive. Do them good, and you’ll receive twice the good you gave back.

╰Of course, there are exceptions–those being of the people that live in the upper section; there are bound to be bad apples no matter where you go. It can’t be helped.

–One thing the people are invested in: is quality. This applies to everything; from products, to services, heck, even when talking to people. They want to leave the best impressions they can muster.

╰Expect to be overwhelmed the first time you speak with a local when arriving in the city.

–Contrary to common belief, politics play an important role for every adult within the city. There are elections, law voting, regular committees, and so-forth. Your average Democratic nation–or as democratic as the monarchy allows it to be.

╰It appears that middle aged men are prone to drag youngsters to their side and explain why they voted for a certain individual. It is advised to avoid such conversations, unless you yourself enjoy it. You have been warned.

Class Difference

–Because of the difference of where you can live in the city, there is resentment in the hearts of many who live in the middle and outer sections.

–Many of the residents of the core section have developed a superiority complex. Given that they are allowed to live there, merely because of the fact they were blessed by the gods, gives them pride and honor, not wishing to mingle with those they deem inferior.

╰Do not tell a soul I said this, but…if a child from a family from the middle or outer sections was accepted into an Elite Academy, they would be the center of hate and be chastised by those core pigs.

Academy Students

–Academy students usually spend their days studying their depression and sleep deprivation away. Often finding them congregated in libraries or search facilities by the masses.

–They are tough cookies, and extremely professional when talked to. But they are just kids, they enjoy playing games, making pranks, and – most importantly – taking naps.

╰Students say the best places to sleep are under trees, the beach, and in the rooftops…though, that seems to be influence of a certain roof-sleeper we know.

–Out of all the academies, Tridalia Academy has it the hardest. Why? Because, not only do they have to study law, psychology, and communications, they also have to study martial arts and weaponry.

╰Yikes for all those trying to be Upholders. They have my respect.

…: ≧◉ᴥ◉≦

???: *Sight…*

???: What is it, child?

…: (ง︡'-'︠)ง

???: You…what?

???: You want to fight a powerful villain?

???: Why, in heaven's name, would you do that?

…: ٩(˘◡˘)۶

???: For fame?

…: (ㆆ_ㆆ)

???: Oh.

???: You want to be strong enough to protect me?

…: ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

???: Well that’s a better reason than fame… 

???: But why?

…: (◉‿◉)つ

???: Because you like me?

???: *Smile* …Hhmp.

???: Of course you do. I’m amazing.

…: (꒪⌓꒪)

???: Pfff…! Haha..HAHAHA!

???: Look at your face..! Hahaha!

???: Oh! You never fail to amuse me!

…: (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻ *Angry Noises*

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[hornedstorys]

Bay! Michelangelo x reader - just a One Night Stand? Part 2 - nsfw/sfw

Let's go with the second part! - Part 1

Warnings: smut, sfw, drunk men getting their faces punched (ง︡'-'︠)ง - English is not my native language

Content: After that one night, you avoided Mikey and didn't go back to the cave, but the boys and April aren't stupid. Mikey is acting strangely and you don't show your face anymore. But the longing is stronger and love always wins in the end, right?

German Version

Your eyes stared at the ceiling and a deep breath escaped your lungs. It had now been three days since Mikey and you had that…, yeah what was it? It was just a one night stand…. . You sigh. The thought of that night gave you goose bumps and you just couldn't forget it. The way he had touched you, the way he had felt inside you. And at the same time, he had made you feel so safe, but it wasn't right. He was your best friend and you didn't want to jeopardize the friendship.

But you still had sex. Friends don't have sex together. But what were your feelings towards him? You never really thought about it, it was Mikey, your best friend, nothing more. Yet it was far too easy for you to give in to him and let him touch you. Did you feel something for him? Or was it just the excitement of experiencing something new? After all, he wasn't human, he was a mutant. He was so different from the guys you'd met. He was… better.

He made you laugh, all the time. He treated you with care and had always treated you with respect and love. You were sometimes up all night reading comics or watching movies. You also liked to play tricks on Raphael. You used to run away laughing and sometimes Mikey would pull your leg because you were too slow. He taught you how to skateboard, you weren't very good at it, but you had a lot of fun.

You had to grin when you thought about it. Then it went through you and your fingers went to your lips and your heart beat faster and you felt queasy. You had to grin when you thought about him and he made your heart beat faster. Were you really in love with him?

But you couldn't face him. Maybe you had already broken something, you wouldn't even know what to say to him… .

Mikey was no different. He was on patrol with his brothers, but he wasn't quite on the ball. Suddenly he heard a giggle and he snapped to attention, his gaze following a group of young women, but disappointment flooded through him. For a moment he had thought you were with them, but of course not. You hadn't been with them for days and he had missed you.

Of course, his brothers hadn't missed it and they wanted to know what had happened between you two, but Mikey just dodged the question and pretended not to know. But he knew, and he knew he wanted to see you again.

"Mikey, boy what's up?" Raphael asked, and Mikey backed away and gave him a fake grin.

"It's all good Dude! I'm just on pizza withdrawal," Mikey raised his hands and continued to grin. Damn it was exhausting. Raphael just raised a brow and didn't really look impressed.

"Pizza withdrawal? Or rather (y/n) withdrawal?" Raph continued, playing around with his toothpick. Mikey tensed involuntarily at these words.

"What happened between you two?" Donnie asked and Mikey gritted his teeth and rubbed his face. He didn't want to talk to his brothers. It was one of the few moments when he really didn't feel like talking and he felt so weird about it himself. He almost didn't recognize himself anymore.

Then the boys' eyes widened and they realized.

"You had something?! You? With her? Our little brother?!" Raphael sounded almost mocking and Mikey gave him an annoyed look. Of course Raphael made fun of him, "No wonder you wanted to stay home a few days ago, so that's your definition of being sick."

"It was a one-time thing!" Mikey snorted back and Raph snorted in amusement.

"Mikey. I don't rate you like you're the type for a one-time thing. Do you have feelings for (y/n)?"

That question slammed against Michelangelo's mind and he swallowed. Did he feel something for you? He licked his dry lips and his head buzzed.

"Guys, stop it now!" said Leo, who had been watching from the side, "we're still on patrol and I'm asking you to concentrate." But Mikey couldn't concentrate any more. He was thinking about the feelings he had towards you.

And he missed you… a lot. After that, he wanted to say something important to you, but you interrupted him. It was just a one-night stand, but for him it was more. He slowly had to admit to himself that he liked you more than just as a friend. He had enjoyed that moment with you so much and it was tearing him apart.

Suddenly he recognized a figure strolling through the streets of the city. His pulse quickened and his eyes widened. It was you. But what were you doing out here alone at this time of night?

April had been bombarding you with questions the whole time and wanted to know what was going on. You were almost bursting at the seams, but April couldn't know what was going on inside you and that you had slept with Mikey. So you promised her you'd come over and you could talk about it. Maybe she could help you, you were looking for a shoulder to lean on. Even if you preferred to have someone special with you.

You grabbed your jacket and set off. You wanted to get from A to B quickly, because New York wasn't exactly pleasant at this time of night. And as if the devil himself had heard what you had said, he sent you a group of men staggering out of a side bar. Great.

Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately started walking faster, but of course they noticed you like hungry wolves and followed.

"Hey girl!" the first one shouted, but you ignored him, not wanting to give him any attention. Your feet carried you further and further, faster and faster. You wanted to reach for your cell phone, but of course you had forgotten it. You grunted, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Come on, little girl, stop!" the second man shouted and you tried not to let that voice get through you. You turned into the next street, but it was a dead end. Damn!

You stood in front of the high wall like a wild animal in a trap until you heard footsteps. They were here. You were grabbed roughly by the wrist and you fought back with every fiber of your body. But it was as if you were trying to move a rock.

"Let go of me!" you screamed, but you were just laughed at. You were in such a state of shock that you didn't notice the large shadow that landed behind the guy holding you until it was too late.

"You heard the lady, she doesn't want this," the voice sounded menacingly low and your eyes widened as you recognized him. With a firm jerk, the drunken man was pulled away from you and thrown against the nearest house wall.

Mikey drew his gun and then it was the other guys' turn and no one was spared. They all took the brunt of the ninja's rage, controlling his emotions the whole time.

You slumped on the ground and watched him chase the last man out of the alley, bruised and battered. Then you felt a rough, warm hand on your cheek and your eyes were caught by his.

"Michelangelo," you whisper and his lips curled at the mention of his full name.

"Hello, bella," he breathes and the next moment he picked you up in his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your eyes never parted.

"I kind of have déjà vu," he suddenly grinned, but the worry in his eyes didn't disappear. He was right, you were in the same situation the first time you met, when he rescued you. You grinned at him too, but tears gathered in your eyes. Gently, Mikey wiped the tears from your cheeks and wrapped you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, Mikey," you sniffled and his brows drew together in confusion.

"I broke our friendship," you breathed, tears streaming down your cheeks again. Mikey's eyes widened and he immediately shook his head.

"Bella, you didn't break anything," he gave you a soft kiss on your wet cheek, you blushed.

"But that night… I…, it…-" you couldn't get a clear thought and didn't know how to express your words. Mikey sighed and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

"(Y/n), I haven't regretted a second of it and I would do it again and again and I wouldn't regret it once. I… I think I fell in love with you and I only really realized it the last few days," he breathed and your mouth opened subconsciously and you stared at him with wide eyes.

"You love me?" you whispered and he nodded.

"I wanted to talk to you about it earlier, but you interrupted me before I could say a word and I didn't want to jeopardize the friendship either," he explained. You looked at him speechlessly and suddenly you were overcome with emotion. You grabbed his head and pressed your lips hungrily to his, he moaned into the kiss and his tongue parted your lips longingly. It was only a few days that you had no contact, but it was just too long.

"Let's get out of here, bella. Before my brothers get any ideas about coming here," he grinned teasingly and your cheeks started to burn. He walked you to your apartment, you'd already messaged April about why you couldn't come and you knew you had a long talk ahead of you the next time you met her and the boys.

Carefully, Mikey let you down, but his big hands were still on your hips. He didn't want to let you go and neither did you. Then his lips crashed against yours and he pulled you tight against his breastplate, you could feel his every muscle through your top and you wanted to feel more of him.

It wasn't long before you were both lying naked and making out in your bed and thank God your bed hadn't collapsed… yet.

Almost impatiently, Mikey penetrated you and elicited a delighted gasp. You didn't care if you came today, you just wanted to feel him and have him with you. He was so close to you, but it wasn't close enough. A gasp escaped his mouth as you clung to him tighter and clawed into his back. With one hand, he held tightly to your ass and pushed himself deep inside you. With the other hand, he held on to the headboard of the bed and it was already starting to crack with the force he was exerting.

But you didn't care, the only thing that mattered was you and this moment. His lips caressed your upper body and you explored it too. Your hands gripped his broad biceps and squeezed, the touch of his hips against you making you dizzy.

"I love you, (Y/n)," Mikey gasped, his baby blue eyes catching yours. There was so much passion, longing and love in them that it hurt.

"I love you too, Michelangelo!"

This drove Mikey out of his mind and his movements became faster and faster, his muscles tensed and the next moment he tore the headboard in two and the bed broke.

Gasping, you looked into each other's eyes. There was a huge grin on Mikey's face. There he was again, the prankster, your prankster.

"It's going to be a long night, bella."