#I must finish the other day's memes

[oculusxcaro]

Tag 10 people you want to know better

favourite colour: blue and orange! song stuck in your head: don't regret - tatu last song you listened to: destroy me - mr. kitty 3 favourite foods: tomato and cheese pasta, sweet chilli rice crackers, granny smith apples dream trip: greece (or cyprus) anything I want rn: shit, I don't know? a good night's sleep and a tall glass of fresh inspiration juice sounds really good right about now maybe? ♥

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[marciliedonato]

Last week being the unemployed friend on a Wednesday... GOD. the horrors are about to begin

[maidragoste]

was your meme w the daemon au about the oneshot where she married him to avoid marrying viserys? because i would LOVE to know how people reacted when daemon (i assume it would be daemon) sends a message to viserys - 🩵

Hi Anon 💖, sorry for the delay in responding but I was actually writing something totally different but I saw your question and Viserys' reaction came to mind so I started writing haha

btw, I thought this would be shorter

I hope you enjoy it 🥰🥰💖💖

I recommend people read "The Decision" first to better understand this

At first, when barely an hour had passed since you had disappeared on the back of your dragon, your family had not worried, thinking that perhaps you had lost track of time while flying. It wouldn't be the first time that happens. But then it got dark and you still didn't show up. The worst thing was that Viserys wanted to dine with you in his chambers. Corlys excused your absence by sending your maid to tell the King that you were feeling ill. Rhaenys was furious with her husband for not telling Viserys that you were missing, if the king asked for it then everyone would look for you but Corlys didn't seem to care about your safety, he seemed more worried that Viserys would think that you had escaped to avoid marrying him. Of course, your father couldn't hide your absence for long. Somehow Otto Hightower had found out about your disappearance and reported it to the king.

The next day the entire council was gathered and the king's fury at having been kept secret from the disappearance of his fiancée was evident. Rhaenyra listened worriedly as her father asked Lord Velaryon for explanations. She feared that you had made a drastic decision to run away, her heart ached just thinking that you had left without saying goodbye first.

Corlys didn't even have the chance to excuse himself and make up some story about actually knowing your whereabouts when a maester interrupted the room. The Grand Master was already about to scold him when the youngest reported that a letter had arrived with the seal of House Targaryen. Viserys instantly ordered the parchment to be given to him, knowing that it must be a letter from his brother.

Everyone watched in silence as the king's face became redder and redder as he read the parchment. “Daemon took her as his second wife,” he announced as he twisted the letter into a bun in annoyance.

Rhaenyra felt her heart skip a beat and had to hold onto the table to keep from losing her balance. You were supposed to run away or find a way to break off the engagement, not get married. The worst thing is that you married her uncle. It was unfair that he could have you but she couldn't. If only she had been brave enough to tell you how she felt but she was a coward and she settled for your friendship. She settled for pretending that you were hers every time the two of you walked hand in hand through the hallways or when she exchanged her rings with yours as if it were some declaration of love.

“Poor Lady Y/n, Prince Daemon surely took advantage of her,” said the king's hand with mock regret. Corlys was not blind like Viserys so he could see how Otto Hightower was forcing himself not to smile. He should be the only attempt with this situation, now with you out of the way he could push his daughter Alicent again so that she could get the king's attention and thus make her queen.

“You can annul their marriage,” said the princess, drawing everyone's attention to the obvious desperation and pain in her voice. Years later, different versions of the reason for Rhaenyra's despair circulated in history books. Some would say it was because she was in love with her uncle. Others would say that you were actually the owner of her affections.

“The king can no longer marry Lady Y/n. Not now that Prince Daemon…”Lyonel Strong trailed off, trying to think of a not-so-shocking word to finish with.

“He ruined her,” Otto continued.

“You're talking about my daughter, watch your mouth!” Corlys demanded furiously, hitting his palm against the table. Lyonel had wanted to avoid exactly this.

Rhaenyra also glared at the king's hand. She hated that he had used that word to describe you but I can't help but think that maybe it was better that the lords thought that of you because then they wouldn't want to marry you. Her father would annul your marriage, you would come home to her and she would never have to worry about someone else trying to steal you from her.

“They married under Valyrian customs. It may not be valid in the eyes of faith but in my eyes, it is” declared the king. Besides, he wasn't going to annul your marriage and then marry you. It would be humiliating. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life with a wife who didn't love him. You had made it more than clear in the letter. He couldn't be mad at you, not when you had apologized for not telling him how you really felt sooner, had told him that you appreciated him but couldn't imagine loving him the way you love his brother, and that you thought he deserved a wife who truly loved him. Still, he was furious with his brother because he had taken advantage of you, it didn't matter that in the letter you said that Daemon didn't force you into anything and that it was your decision to marry, Viserys was sure that Daemon didn't love you, that he had only taken you as a wife to annoy him, as revenge for making Rhaenyra his heir.

“I am very sorry for my daughter's actions, your Grace,” Corlys apologized almost through his teeth. He was furious with Viserys for being so weak. Another man would have instantly annulled the marriage and gone to find his bride but he was not surprised by the king's attitude considering that he had been more interested in planning the wedding than in putting an action plan for the situation that was occurring on the Stepstones

He was so furious with you too. If before Viserys was not interested in the Stepstones, now with you breaking your engagement even less so. He couldn't believe you did this to him. He thought he raised you better. You could have made the Velaryons go down in history by giving the king a son but you ruined everything.

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[teddy-yandere]

Platonic Yandere! Zoldyck Family x Reader

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

«★»———- HXH Adult Trio Masterlist

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★ When you were first born , Silva and Kikyo made the easy decision to not raise you to be a assassin. ( Silva thought that you were too weak , and Kikyo just wanted to have you all to herself ). That being said , you were raised away from the whole “ must become a assassin “ vibe of the house. Instead you would spend you days with mainly Kikyo ( you mother ) .

★ It did doesn’t matter what your gender is , Kikyo loves to dress you up in fancy outfits.

★ Because you are so precious to the family , I can imagine Silva and Illumi being extremely strict over everything you can , and can’t do . Illumi is the type of guy who hovers over you shoulder watching everything you do with his blinking black eyes. He stares at you so much that sometimes you swear that you can feel someone staring at you in the middle of the night. While you are in bed .

★ Before you even ask - yes Illumi gets very jealous of his siblings whenever you hang out with them- especially Killua, instead of him. Illumi will happily let you sleep in his bed at night , when it rains ( or if you have a nightmare ) because he knows that you feel safe with him.

★ He will happily hum you a soft song and rub your back to comfort you whenever you have a nightmare

★ Milluki is the type of guy who would typically charge his other family members for his services - but not you. In fact , I am pretty sure that you are the only meme we if the family who is “ nice to him “. Similarly to the rest of his family , he feels a sort of obligation to take care of you.

★ That being said , he will happily monitor all of your social media accounts , and eliminate any of your online friends who he feels you two are getting “ to close “ to each other.

★ Zeno is definitely a more laid back yandere compared to the others.

★ He honestly prefers to stick to spoiling you , and trying to make sure that you know that what the family is doing for you is good. Since the moment you were born , Zeno made sure to get in your good side ( by buying you ice cream whenever you wanted ). That way , you would follow his rules. Now that I think about it , Zeno and Kikyo are very similar in many ways. They both love spoiling you. <3

★ Killua is extremely clingy to you. Because he is a little spoiled,he will basically demand your time. Whenever you were little , Killua would love to boss you around ( in a playful way ). When he is older , he definitely loves to protect you from any else. Remeber how I said that Illumi gets jealous of Killua ?… well yeah.

★ The two brothers are basically in a emotional battle to be your favorite. Let’s just say that they get very competitive. Poor Alluka has to try to drag you away from their mess.

★ I got too lazy to finish this

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

[zimthandmade]

Hey, I loved your drawing of Matt and Mello watching the Netflix adaptation of the BB case. "Naomi did all the work" so real, I loved that comment, literally L barely did anything to help her and to make it worse he let her work with the criminal himself even after she told him that she didn't feel comfortable working with him and he put her endangered. Very bad L.

It also made me wonder how little Mello reacted to that part of the story when L told it to him. The most logical option is that at that time he did not realize how negligent L had been because, well, even though he is a very smart genius, he was still a child, and his idol was telling him a very interesting case, I doubt he ever noticed or bothered to look into it.

A few years later when he starts writing his novel, he realizes that L did absolutely nothing to solve the case and thinks "L was such a dumbass."

But in case he noticed it at the time, I can't get little Mello out of my head scolding L and questioning his methods in that case.

*After L finishes the story*

Mello: ...So you let this Naomi Misora ​​work with BB, the murderer himself. And you didn't even inform her that he was the murderer.

L: Yes.

Mello: Weren't you worried about her dying? And also if you knew that BB– or "Ryuuzaki" was the culprit, why didn't you arrest him sooner?

L: Naomi is an efficient agent, I trusted her abilities and that she wouldn't let herself be killed that easily. And I knew he was BB from our past connection, but I had no proof that he was the killer so.

Mello: But in the end she did all the work, you didn't do anything.

L:

Mello: You gave her the credit, right?

Anyway, I love your drawings 💖💖

Oh gosh I love the idea of Mello roasting L on the spot after telling his Wara Ningyo Story haha Can someone put this conversation as a "for the better, right?" meme? 😂

I thought a bit about how that whole meeting between L and Mello came to be. And I think L never makes it a big deal when he‘s at Wammy‘s for a visit. But Mello (12 y/o) finds out that L is in the house that day and he catches him when L and Watari are already heading out. Mello has questions about Beyond, who vanished overnight a few months ago "for personal reasons" and pesters L about it, he must know what happened to him, he is L after all. L invites Mello for a piece of cake. Watari notifies Roger that "Justus“ is borrowing Mello for a while. They‘re out In the cafe, L tells Mello all about the Wara Ningyo case, without omitting any of the gruesome details.

Auro is my version of A btw.

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[thursdaygxrls]

thin ice — four

part one | part two | part three | part four

summary — kitty is yet again dragged to a social gathering she would rather not attend. the bait this time? weed!

paring — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!(journalist)!reader

disclaimer — who is expecting me to own peter parker by now?? bc i don’t

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty,’ weed, slightly inexperienced reader (experienced peter, no smut yet im sorry), possible ooc

Days like these were the ones Kitty craved: hazy, chilly spring weather that resembled fall, except that dying leaves were replaced by cherry-red buds, and flowers bloomed through blades of grass. It was one of those days with no responsibilities to fill her precious hours—the ones that were spent scrolling through Pinterest and reading. She was stretched haphazardly along her bed, still dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt with holes in the armpits. The blinds were still closed, so the sudden beam of light next to her startled her.

“You love interrupting my dark-dwelling time,” she hissed as MJ entered the room. Sticking out her tongue, MJ closed the door behind her and sealed off the obnoxious light, much to Kitty’s relief.

“I’m sorry, my sun-hating princess,” MJ spoke dramatically as she rummaged through her bag, “But, I come bearing gifts.”

At this, Kitty perked up, swiping out of Project Makeover and sitting up to devote her full attention to her roomate. From her bag, MJ produced two plastic-wrapped chocolate-chip cookies and tossed them to bed. The girl pounced on them, immediately tearing into the plastic on one of the packs.

“I forgive you,” she said before biting into the treat.

“Thank God,” MJ replied in dramatic relief. Ease settled over the room as MJ removed her jacket and went about unpacking her things. Kitty, now finished with her first cookie, tossed the used plastic to the trash can across the room (and missed horribly). 

“What’ve you been up to this lovely Friday?” She asked her freckled friend, who was currently changing out of her cable knit sweater. 

“Oh, you know, class,” MJ responded as she slid a Stevie Nicks shirt over her head, “Some people still have class on Fridays.”

“That must be heartbreaking,” Kitty hummed sarcastically, “Anything else?”

“Oh, yeah,” MJ’s movements were smooth as she went through her bag, “I had lunch with Harry after class.”

“Was the dining hall romantic?” Kitty questioned with a smile.

“Totally,” MJ responded with a laugh, “The black-bean burgers are basically aphrodisiacs. Anyways, he invited us out to Hot Rock around eight, so I was thinking we could get dinner–”

“No, thanks,” Kitty intercepted, bringing her legs up closer to her torso and flattening her lips to a line, “I’m not leaving the dorm today.”

“If you had it your way, you’d do that every day,” MJ groaned.

“And?’ Kitty quirked a brow, causing another grumble to leave her counterpart.

“Do you realize how much I say ‘no’ to stuff?” She continued, “‘Kitty, wanna go to a hockey game?’ No. ‘Kitty, wanna go to a frat party?’ No. Our entire relationship exists on the basis of you wanting to do stuff and me trying to refuse.”

“But you still went,” MJ raised her brows hopefully, “To both things. And it’s not like it’s just going to be Harry, he said some other people would be there.”

“Oh, great, other people, you know how much I love social gatherings where I don’t know anyone.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“You know Peter,” MJ suggested. Kitty hadn’t seen Peter in a while. ‘A while,’ in her case, was a week. She’d gotten some semi-regular texts from him (cat memes and open invites to hang out) but hadn’t seen him since the frat party.

“Is it the best use of their time to be at Hot Rock when the semi-finals are two days away?” Kitty asked.

“No, probably not, but,” MJ’s smile, which had been dimming, came back with full vibrance, “But we can reap the benefits of their deviant behavior.”

“Are the benefits better than chocolate chip cookies?” She hummed.

“Pre-rolls and a bong,” MJ wiggled her fingers in a tamer version of jazz hands. Kitty seemed to deflate with a loud sigh.

“I hate that you make me do things.”

Hot Rock existed on the older, suburban side of campus. Right behind one of the major dining halls was a small, hidden space that hit the blind spot of the security cameras in the area. It wasn’t a rock so much as an artificial slab of stone with a metal pipe attached that spewed hot steam. It was connected to the heating system in the dining hall, but also served as a popular spot for stoners. A few of these man-made smoke spots were scattered around campus, but this one was the most popular, mainly because this rock was always much hotter than the others.

Kitty’s breath appeared in small puffs in the night air and she and MJ walked around the corner of the dining hall. It was spring, and the weather was getting warmer, but there was still a bit of frost. As they shuffled down a small slope, the rock revealed itself, decorated with about four people, one of them being Harry.

“MJ!” He nearly fell over himself scrambling towards the pair. He pressed a small kiss to her lips and wrapped an arm around her in greeting. MJ giggled, choosing to ignore Kitty’s gagging face.

“Kitty-cat!” Harry directed his grinning face to her, “I’m so glad MJ got you out of your tree.”

“I almost wish you’d just call me ‘bitch’ instead of that,” she replied. Harry, not losing any vigor, laughed.

“I know what you need.” He wagged his brows as he reached into the breast pocket of his flannel. He produced a mini pre-rolled joint with a proud grin, “Kitty needs her catnip.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide,” she said, and he simply chuckled. His eyes moved from hers, and somehow his impossibly bright smile widened. Kitty turned and was met with a familiar pair of hazel eyes.

“I’m a big fan of catnip, too,” Peter grinned, sliding down to meet the rest of the group.

“Hey, Peter,” Harry let go of MJ for a moment to give Peter a half-hug. Peter’s eyes, however, never let go of Kitty. He held her gaze with ease.

“Can we sit? My ass is cold,” MJ grumbled lightly as Harry took his post next to her.

“Of course, of course,” was Harry’s hurried reply. The four found spots on the rock, Harry returning to his original spot and taking MJ with him. Kitty settled in a small nook where the slab met a natural rock formation, and, as if she was a magnetic pole, Peter sat next to her. A few awkward introductions were shared with the others at the rock, though, it was clear they were all at least a few hits into Harry’s pre-rolls. 

“So,” Peter’s voice cracked through the silence, “We keep finding each other, don’t we?”

“You keep finding me,” Kitty corrected.

“Same difference,” he shrugged. Wordlessly, he slipped his backpack from his shoulder and set it down in front of him. He worked in surprising order as he removed the items: a grinder, a small, rolled-up plastic bag, a green bong that had seen better days.

“Are student athletes supposed to be smoking?” She asked. For once, his gaze wasn’t focused on her, but on the contents before him.

“Helps with nerves,” he said, grabbing the baggy, “It’s medical, y’know.”

“Hm, I bet,” she replied. He worked with diligence: his long, slender fingers plucked a chunk of bud from the bag and trapped it in the grinder. The sleeves of his black long sleeve were rolled up, revealing his wrist that tensed lightly when he ground the bud. She’d never quite noticed how strong his hands looked—veiny and taught, likely from the hours upon hours of hockey practice. Then came the realization that she was staring, which pulled her attention away from him and to the others on the rock. Though there weren’t many people, pockets of conversation were created: MJ and Harry, who were cuddled up and passing a joint, two other members of the hockey team and a girl with shaggy blonde hair, and, of course, her and Peter. 

“Alright,” Peter hummed in satisfaction as he packed the bowl. He grabbed a red lighter from the front pocket of his jeans and finally looked at Kitty. He held the bong out for her with one of those easy, boyish smiles, “Wanna do the honors, Y/n?”

Peter seemed to be good at evoking emotions from her. Annoyance, frustration, confusion, and now, prickly embarrassment. She licked her lips, looking from the bong and back to him.

“Um,” she let out a small cough, “I’m…not sure how to?”

She wasn’t new to smoking. There was the occasional joint she and MJ would indulge in, or maybe she would take a hit off cart at one of the parties she was dragged to. She’d just hadn’t gotten the chance to hit a bong before—a fact that didn’t bother her until she was here, staring at Peter. She hated her reply and the way she stumbled with her words. She hated that she had nothing better to say. She hated that she had released blood into the water.

“You haven’t done this before?” He grinned. Her jaw clenched at the way he said that. Kitty, in response, sucked her teeth.

“Have you never smoked before?” He cocked his head.

“No, I have, just not this,” she sighed, a slight aggravated clip to her words. Peter must’ve noticed because his gloating grin softened.

“That’s alright,” his voice was more mellow now, “That’s okay, everyone has a first time.”

This persona, the calmer one he adapted when he knew she was getting pissed off, may have pissed her off even more. If he wasn’t being an asshole, it was harder to be annoyed with him, which made her annoyed with him, which made her annoyed with herself.

“Okay,” she said, a cleansing breath of chilled spring air filling her lungs.

“Okay?” He repeated, “You want to try?”

Kitty glanced at MJ and Harry. They weren’t doing anything graphic, but they were still all over each other, giggling and whispering. She turned back to Peter and nodded.

“You sure?” He raised a brow.

“Gimme,” she groaned, taking the glass bong from his hands. He let out a small, breathy chuckle and nodded.

“Okay, so,” he sat up, “I’m gonna light it, you breathe in through the mouth right here. I’ll pull the bowl for you and you keep breathing in, okay?”

Kitty nodded, her lips descending on the mouthpiece. A sudden flash of panic struck her as he flicked the lighter. Did she look stupid? Was she being stupid? Why did she care? Peter lit the bowl, and she did as he said, sucking in a deep drag. The bong bubbled to life and milky smoke flooded the tube.

“Good, good,” Peter encouraged as he pulled the bowl, “Keep sucking in—there you go, just like that.”

She’d been doing fine until he’d spoken. His words, meant as innocent encouragement, sent blood rushing to her face. Her scalp burned as her head reared back and ragged coughs escaped her. Smoke left her lips in puffs, like dust being stirred from an old book. Peter patted her back with one hand and rummaged through his bag with another.

“That happens,” he spoke, unphased by her continuous coughing. He took a metal water bottle decorated in stickers in various states of wear from his bag and unscrewed the lid.

“Here, drink,” he brought it to her lips and she immediately sucked down the water. It was cold against her burning throat. She focused on how cool it was, hoping it would also subdue the burning in her face. A few gulps later, Kitty was back to a semi-normal state. She took in deep breaths, swirling in oxygen with the cannabis in her lungs. 

“That was a big-ass hit. Good job,” Peter chuckled, “When was the last time you smoked?”

“I don’t know, a few weeks ago? And thank you,” Kitty replied. There wasn’t a hint of snark in her words, which was highly unusual. The afterburn of her influx of new feelings was still there.

“That oughta do it,” he took the bong from her, “I mean, you can totally have more, but your tolerance is probably pretty low, and the hit you just took looked more like three.”

“Yeah, that oughta do it,” she coughed out. He eyed her, suspicious of her lack of sass, before lighting the bowl for himself.

The bong caught up with her within ten minutes. There was a low vibration in her body, one that pulsed in her fingertips and warmed her. Her vision was a bit more narrow now, like she was viewing movie through her vision. Her mind bubbled, and when her eyes caught a glimpse of the sky, she leaned back with astonished glee.

It wasn’t often that you saw stars in the sky on this side of New York. Usually, the city lights blocked out anything non-artificial. But here, a mile or so away from the more prominent lights, she was able to see the glimmer of distant stars. It was captivating, really, and she could’ve stared at them for hours. Maybe she did. People buzzed around her without her recognition. Even Peter seemed to settle into a comfortable silence next to her. 

“Do you remember that one episode of Hannah Montana where Miley moves into a new house and there’s a pizza oven? Like, one of those wood ovens you put pizza in. A pizza oven? Yeah?” She asked, glancing in Peter’s direction. He seemed to only slightly register the question before looking at her with a cocked brow.

“No,” he replied.

“Oh,” she hummed, “What about the one where—it’s the third episode, I think—the one where Oliver—no, it’s the second episode—the one where Oliver is in love with Hannah Montana, but he doesn’t know it’s Miley, so Miley and Lilly are like ‘oh, no!’” 

“No,” he repeated. His voice wasn’t harsh, though. It was soft, maybe even curious.

“It’s good,” she said, “Real good. Real good.” 

It was around then that the stars began to lull her to sleep. There was something comfortable about this moment: the heat of the rock, the stars, the weed in her system. She drifted off for a moment and was quickly awoken by a gentle shake.

“Y/n?” Peter called lightly, “Are you sleepy?”

His hand was on her arm. His hand was on her arm. Her eyes settled on that before she could even begin to process his words. His hand was lovely, truly, with its web of veins, the slender fingers that warmed her skin. She looked up to him and smiled.

“Hey!” Was her cheery reply. He laughed at this and nodded. Kitty cocooned inside herself once more as he turned away and called out to someone on the other side of the rock. She heard Harry, then MJ, then Peter again. It sounded like hearing a foreign language as the spoke.

“Would you like to sleep in your bed instead of this rock?” Peter asked. Kitty, still cocooned, sprung forward a bit.

“Yes,” she responded confidently. He couldn’t help but smile at her tone. He packed away his bag swiftly and stood, offering a hand to Kitty.

“You think I can’t stand up? Oh, I can stand up—I’m an olympic stander,” she mumbled, rejecting his hand. This side of her was something Peter had never experienced. He was used to snippy comments and sharp replies, but the inebriated, bumbling Kitty was an entirely different person. He liked it. A lot.

They began their trek back to Kitty’s dorm in silence. It was comfortable like this: quiet interrupted by the occasional off-key hum by the girl. It wasn’t a very far walk, only five minutes or so, and when they reached the front, Peter’s tight grin loosened a bit.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” he said, his hand gently catching her arm. In this state, she wasn’t able to deny the electric current that was sent through her nervous system. Kitty shivered as she met his eyes.

“I know you’re not in the right headspace for this, so I’ll ask you again later, but…” he trailed off. He looked away from her, and she caught the way his throat bobbed slightly. This lasted for only a moment before he was making eye contact again, “Do you wanna come to semis?”

That wasn’t the question she expected. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Instead of responding, she stared blankly at him.

“It’s not here, it’s actually kind of far away,” he was rambling now, “Well, not super far, it’s in New Jersey. It’s sort of late notice, so I know you might not want to go, and you have your own shit to worry about, too, so—”

“This is very weird,” Kitty interrupted.

“What?” Peter stopped, looking to her with a quirked brow.

“You’re acting nervous and talking a lot. Weird,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I am nervous, and I’m a little high, and you’re really hot, so there’s just a lot going on up here.” He gestured to his head. Her eyes were blank for several seconds before they sparked in recognition.

“Oh—oh.” Her expression changed rapidly, eventually landing on something akin to realization. Silence swelled between them for a moment before it was broken by one word: “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Peter repeated.

“Maybe,” she nodded in agreement. His lips tugged into a boyish smile once more.

“Okay, Y/n,” he grinned, “Maybe.”

a/n — (in the voice of that one meme) heyy….how y’all doin??? okay so im sorry that this update is months late, college has been a lot. it’s been fun tho!! like, i think im the happiest ive ever been. anyways, im sorry if this update doesn’t fit as well with the others, im trying to get back into the groove of writing, forgive me 🙏 love u guys!!

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Over The Phone

Dad Bod!Professor!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Just... NSFW. So much NSFW. Phone sex, masturbating, sexy selfies, sexting, all that shit.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: God this took forever to churn out but I finally got motivation to finish it!!

Taglist: @cupcakeinat0r @tojishugetiddies (if I forgot to tag anybody let me know, pls! I lost the saved list I had for people alshldhd)

Divider by @/across-the-art-verse

Miguel art @ meeee

The day had dragged on for what felt like far longer than usual for him; the usual students who showed up late, tried to sneak out, slept through the lecture or just ignored whatever he said.

The students who listened and actively engaged with the lesson were few and far between, and the almost silent lull between classes felt felt almost too short. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered, especially with the growing list of students who were disinterested in his class, or those that only signed up for extra credit and didn't want to do the work...

But, getting cards and thank-you post-its from students who felt like they wouldn't have been able to graduate without him kept him on in this tedium. He loved to hear from his former students about how their new careers were going--careers they credit hi to helping them achieve.

It never failed to make his heart all warm and fuzzy when he thought about them.

Miguel ran his hand across his beard, and a thought came to him about maybe shaving it off. He had grown it out; rather rugged if he had to admit it. But, he quickly shook that thought away--you loved his beard. Oftentimes he would wake up from a nap, you snuggled perfectly against his solid frame, your nails dragging through the short hairs with a content smile on your face.

Oh, he couldn't say no to you, his pretty little wife, could he?

Speaking of which... it was your day off. He couldn't help but wonder what you were--

When his phone pinged, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and unlocks the screen to see a text from you;

Hiii baby, how's work going?

He chuckled and replied, Same as usual. Only two students slept through class this lime

*time

Your reply was swift.

Awww I'm sry :(

If it makes you feel any better, if I were in your class... wait. I wouldn't get any work done either. I'd just be lookin at you :p

He laughed, his belly shaking a little bit as he grinned at his screen, his massive fingers fumbling the small keys once again on the too-small phone screen.

Yes, you would mafe a very door student, wouldn't you, amor?

*made *poor

Miguel rolled his eyes. He was tempted to try and see if they didn't make phones built for someone with his giant hands in mind... Damn this tiny screen!

Awww my Miggy gettin all frustrated?

Yes.

For what felt like too long, his message was left on "read". He quirked a bushy brow, scratching at his beard curiously at what was keeping you.

And then, his phone pinged again.

Here, maybe this'll keep you entertained ;)

*Image attached. Click to view.*

He hummed in curiosity. Maybe it was one of those silly little doodles you liked to send to him? One of your memes, maybe? Though, it didn't make sense why the image was blurred, when--

His heart lurched up into his throat and he instantly slammed his phone against his desk, screen down; looking around pointlessly as if he were worried someone was standing over his shoulder when the image finally cleared.

Cursing himself for acting like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, Miguel slowly lifted his phone to his face and looked at the picture you'd sent him.

You were nude, laying belly-down in your bed, the blankets askew around you. Your feet crossed one over the other as you smiled at the lens--you must have moved the full body mirror from the living room to your bedroom to achieve this shot--and your back was arched slightly to show off your bare ass.

He felt his cock twitch to life as he examined every pixel on the screen; wishing so badly he were home right now, to touch that soft expanse of flesh he loved so much. To cup your ass in his palms, feeling the warmth of your skin in his palms as his fingers massaged and groped the skin.

He could feel your hands slide up the soft pouch of his belly, scraping your nails delectably through the short, curly dark hairs that ran up his abdomen and covered his chest. He could feel your teeth scrape and tug his nipple before kissing your way back down...

Dios, mi amor. You're lucky I am not in the middle of a meeting! He hastily typed, pretending he wasn't practically salivating over that selfie.

Aw, didn't you like what I sent? :'(

I didn't say--

But before he could finish typing and send the text, he got another attached image from you.

He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat and his thumb hovered over the image hesitantly. He looked towards the clock above the door to his classroom. He had half an hour left...

When the image unblurred, he felt his heart damn near stop.

You were perched on the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide; one hand was holding your phone while the others spread you slick folds with nimble fingers and a cheeky expression on your face.

How bout this one?

Miguel groaned, loudly. He actually slipped a hand over his plush lips, cringing at how damn near pathetic that sounded.

He immediately clicked your contact information and hit "call".

The phone rang a painfully long, droning tone until your bubbly voice giggled on the other end of the line, "Heyyyy Miggy~"

"You are going to kill me, baby." He hissed into his phone, pressing the heel of his palm into his throbbing erection, "I'm in the middle of a school day! The students are at lunch!"

"Ohhh, did I get you all hard and excited for me?" You sigh dreamily into the phone, your voice dropping into a more sultry tone.

"Naughty boy, popping a stiffy in the middle of class."

He grunted, his head dropping back against his chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he tugged the ends of his button-up out from his rapidly-tightening jeans, "And whose fault is that?"

You gasp theatrically, "Mine? Oh, baby, I was just trying to provide you moral support, I swear!"

"Of course," Miguel huffed, eyeing the doorknob, waiting to see if he was unlucky enough that somebody were to walk in right as he pulled his cock free from his jeans, running his fingers over the swollen tip, smearing his precum around it.

He could hear in your voice, the way you were biting your lip in excitement as you spoke. "Baby, are you touching yourself?"

"You tell me, first." He replied, his voice strained as he gave himself a few tentative strokes; trying to gauge if the risk was worth it.

"Oh? Want me to tell you that I'm playing with my pussy?" You croon. "That I'm imagining you, and me, in bed..."

His teeth snagged his plush bottom lip briefly as he sped his hand up to your words, then slowed back down again. The friction wasn't right; too dry. So, he sucked on his tongue until he had a nice glob of saliva; bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet it before slicking his throbbing length up.

"Go on." He grumbled into the line.

"...ooooh." You giggled, your voice a little breathless. He could see you now, laying back on the bed, your fingers plunging in and out of you, pulling out to stroke your puffy clit; your pussy drooling into the blankets beneath you.

"Mmmm~ I'm also imagining you on top of me, my legs on your shoulders..."

He felt the oxygen squeeze from his lungs as he upped his pace, the vein in his cock throbbing and thumping in time with his rapid heart rate.

"Yeah, bebita?"

"Yeah." You huff, a small moan coming from you; "'m imagining you pinnin' me down, fucking a baby into me."

"Dios." Miguel groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet his fist. "You want a baby, hermosa? Want me to make you a mami?"

"Mhmm... want you to fill me aaaallllll the way up." You whined, your panting hot, even through the phone.

Miguel dared a glance up at the clock. Still had some time... He needed to do it quickly; needed to milk his cock so he wouldn't appear "improper" with a massive erection straining his pants.

As if enough of his female students (and even some of the male ones) didn't have enough difficulty paying attention in class...

He'd be lying if he hadn't gotten a few love confessions from students, present and former. He'd always politely turn them down, and then, if they were currently his pupils, politely and quietly have them sent to another class to avoid any improper behavior in the future.

It was as if none of them ever paid any mind to the gold band firmly secured to his ring finger--the matching mate to the one you wore on your own softer, delicate hand signifying your matrimonial bonds. Or... maybe they had and assumed they could tempt him from you.

Well, those assumptions were always wrong. The only person he could imagine bouncing on his cock, sucking it, milking it, stroking it--was you. You and only you.

Sometimes thinking of you when he was alone was the only ways he could get off, before you started dating. Even finding porn of a woman who looked like you wasn't enough. It had to be you.

And after the first time he felt your pretty pink pussy swallow his cock whole? Oh, he was addicted. Addicted and whipped, a few of his colleagues would say...

The professor and the school nurse; a bit of a cliche; but it was a nice one. The two of you had even played with a slutty nurse outfit or two.

You not always being the nurse...

"Fuck, Miggs, 'm so close." You whine loudly. He could see in his mind's eye how fast your fingers would be working your clit, maybe even giving in and plunging one of your silicone toys in and out of your tight hole for him.

In fact, he could imagine it so closely he could hear it.

"Shit, baby..." He hissed, his hand working his length furiously, now, almost in a race with you to see who would cum first. "You on speaker??"

"Mhmm~" You whine, your air leaving your body in wet-hot pants, the sound of your slick pussy being fucked--by your hand or your toy, he couldn't place--but the sound of it had his balls tightening up already.

"Gonna cum for me, mi amor?" Miguel huffed and puffed, more thick precum dribbling down from his tip. He smeared it over himself, using the fluid as lube to help hasten his impending orgasm.

"Yeah, baby~"

He snarled, the sound of stroking skin lewd and loud; your moans the best pornography his ears could ever be graced with.

"Cum for me, honey." Miguel whined, his glasses slipping further down his nose as he released his cock long enough to yank his shirt up over the soft, rounded edge of his tummy.

Immediately after, his hand returned once more around the thick pulsing shaft of him; stroking, tugging, milking himself like he knew your sweet cunt would. Your tight, wet, needy pussy that was dying for a drop of his cum.

As you wantonly moaned; he could imagine you splayed out in bed, legs wide and mouth open as you shout your orgasm out for him to hear, drowning out the outside world... and as his eyes would drift down, he could imagine your belly, cute and round; a baby kicking out at his hand as he caressed the stretched-out skin.

The image of you carrying his baby sent his mind into a blazing fire, the tightening in his balls and swelling of his cock too much to bear. Miguel arched his back, the wheels of his chair squeaking faintly across the floor as he curled his toes in his polished shoes, hot, thick ropes of cum shooting out to coat his belly, fingers, and even the underside of his desk; your name leaving his lips in a flurry of obscene prayers.

His mind was fuzzy as he slowly came down from his high, the sound of your giggle snapping him back to reality:

"See you when you get home, Miggy~"

The phone hangs up, and Miguel is left with his pearly white mess coating his belly, making his skin and hair sticky. At least he didn't get any on his shirt. This time.

The bell rang, suddenly, shaking him to full lucidity from his post-coital haze, his hairs standing on end and making him jolt up straight.

He hastily grabbed a few tissues from his desk drawer and began cleaning up, shoving a few stray stands of his graying hair back into place as he began to hear the chatter and footfall of students in the halls.

Oh, you would pay for this when you got home, all right.

[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist from this ask meme: "Trustfall" by P!nk Sentence Starters Shadowzel - "Are we just too scared to fight for what we want tonight?" (One of those where I didn't use a direct quote but let it inspire instead.)

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This is how it shall be. I will wake her, and we will fight.

I will win - of course. It cannot be otherwise. A githyanki warrior of Creche K’liiir does not bend before an istik of Toril, a follower of Shar, a stalker in the shadows.

(Forty-one nights I have woken with her face in my mind, her name in my mouth.)

We will use no weapons. She fights with magic and a mace; she will be at disadvantage. I will leave her bloody in the dirt, in the dark. Seeing her bested, I shall be released from my obsession. 

(What shall I dream of in her place?)

It is what the varshi teach. Cosa’kh rahaj, abat’hak tarim. Desire fades, blood tells. It is a fleeting thing, this infatuation. I must be able to stand tall when it has bled out of me. I must remain myself. I will not sacrifice my honor on her dark altar.

(And yet I have no other goddess left.)

Why do I hesitate? It cannot be fear. I have never once shied from battle. From the day I could walk, I faced steel and blood unblinking. Those too weak to stand at my side fell by my hand. I carry no fear of striking down what I love.

(No - but I fear to claim it with both hands.)

And when she is bloodied and beaten, I will turn away. I will know the inconstancy of my passion and set it aside; I will shed the weight of her and be free. There will be no more ache of longing, no more half-formed fantasies of soft touches. My mind will be clear, my heart liberated.

(My soul empty.)

I will not falter. My strength has gotten me this far. Let it last a little longer, until I can see my way out of this transient madness. I will not weaken before the gleam of her eyes in the firelight. 

I will not weaken. 

I will not…

I will wake her, and we will fight. And then I will know her worth, and it will be finished.

This is how it shall be.

[yermes]

PAC: its better to have love than lost than never to have loved at all 🧸

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. Last day of the ask event… but know my asks are always open 🥰 finished a book will start a podcast on it bc I literally loveeeed ittt

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Pick a meme

1 2 3

The cards 🃏

King of swords reversed 🎯

Babe just because you are sad, horny, heart broken etc. doesn’t mean that its villain era time. Look at the little flower in his hand. Even a man of metal can be soft in such a rugged world. You may want to rush into new ties but you will fall victim to lies and deception. However, the liar this time will be you. Is it for protection? Is it justified? Who knows. Take down your armor before attempting to accept tenderness back into your life.

Queen of swords ✂️

You don’t actually owe anyone forgiveness, and you don’t have to justify your hurt feelings to anyone. Its okay to be upset. Its okay to have a bad outlook post heart break or past failed relationship. But you will need to look for ways not to forgive the other but to forgive yourself.

King of wands 🦊 

You are doing whats best for yourself in your own unapologetic way. You will have your heart broken by the people you care of and you will break the hearts of those you care of. The fact is you keep your needs in check and your best interests at heart. You are your own divinity and you must protect it.

Extras: 🗞️

Story/vent:

Last day of the tarot card event, just doing some math brushing up before my calc class tmrw… im getting my lungs x rayed bc their struggling and calc class and my semi emergency visit is on the same day so L

Let me know if you liked the ask event and if you would like to see other events in the future!

Love, Germ

[maritessa]

I wanted to make a "Would you love me if I was a worm" series for Twst but I got lazy so I'll just post the dialogue. If artists wanna try to draw this, go ahead but please tag me cause I wanna see.

Ships included:

MalleKei (Malleus x Cater)

SilKali (Silver x Kalim)

IdiAzu (Idia x Azul)

JamiFloi (Jamil x Floyd)

AceRid (Ace x Riddle)

Apple Juice (Epel x Deuce)

LeoJami (Leona x Jamil)

Lilia x Trein (help me give them a ship name)

Mallekei

Cater : Would you love me if I was a worm

Malleus: ??? I can just turn you back —

Cater: No, no no! It's about the principle! SO WOULD YOU LOVE ME???

Malleus: ... Sure???

SilKali

Silver: Apparently, Cater asked Lord Malleus about becoming a worm the other day

Silver: Is it a phenomenon that's been happening as of late?

Kalim: *got pulled by Scarabia students*

Students: Housewarden! We need some advice!

Silver: We have to be careful, Kalim *turns around and Kalim is gone*

Silver: Kalim? *Looks on the ground and sees a worm*

Silver: KALIM?! how could this happen

*Picks up worm and puts him in his handkerchief*

Silver: For now, let's make sure you don't get stepped on

Silver: I'll help you get back to your usual self, Kalim! Even if you're a worm, you're my precious friend!

*Kalim in the background*: I'm glad everything's sorted out then!

Silver: Yes, I'm glad I can still understand you even though you're a worm, Kalim....

Kalim: Eh? I'm right here tho?

Silver: Huh?

Kalim: Is your pet worm named Kalim?

Silver: No, actually— well, I'm glad you're safe.

Board game club

Azul: During the Housewarden meeting, Malleus and Kalim were talking about worms for some reason.

Idia: Yeah, it's a meme dude

Azul: Meme?

Idia: Ye, like you ask your significant other *ahem*

Idia: "Would you still love me even if I was a worm?"

Azul: No, I would not. First of all, when we agreed to this relationship, I agreed to it under the premise that we are both intellectual beings who are capable of doing things on their own. Secondly, I'd like to point out that being a worm would mean that you would have a completely different lifestyle, trait, quality of life —

Idia: .... I wasn't genuinely asking, bro. Why are you so serious about this lol

Azul: Shut up!

Basketball Club

Floyd: Jamil!!!!!

Jamil: ?

Floyd: Look at me I'm a worm!

*Does the worm dance move*

Jamil: Yeah, cool. (Why is he talking to me?)

Floyd: Do you love me now?

Jamil: Huh?

Ace: Lolol you're getting it wrong

AceRid

Ace: Housewarden! I finished feeding the flamingos

Riddle: Thank you, Ace.

Ace doesn't leave

Riddle: Is there anything else?

Ace: Hey, Housewarden. If I become a worm, would you still look out for me?

Riddle: Of course.

Riddle: However, you must be underestimating me. As queen, I'd protect you so you won't become a worm in the first place.

Ace: Y-yes, of course. I'm sorry for even considering it.

Apple Juice:

Epel: I got some apples from my hometown, Deuce.

Deuce: Thanks Epel.

Epel: Don't worry, I washed the apples so there won't be any worms.

Deuce: Worms have the luxury of always eating these apples, huh... I wish I was a worm

Epel: Pffft, I'll have to bring you more apples then

LeoJami

Jamil: (what's up with everyone and worms lately)

Leona: ... *Staring at Jamil*

Jamil: ... (why's he staring at me)

Leona: *pushes the vegetables on his plate away from him*

*Vegetables land on Jamil's side*

Jamil: (Why is he giving me vegetables?)

Jamil: I won't turn into a worm so no need for these!

Leona: Huh? What are you talking about

Jamil: (So it wasn't that after all)

Lilia Trein

Trein: it seems like the children are all talking about this "worm" phenomenon

Lilia: Yes, yes. Even my boys seemed excited over it

Trein: I wonder what the whole fuss is about. It's impossible for someone to just become a worm.

Lilia: Well, well. We aren't sure about that now, are we Trein?

Trein: ? Huh

Lilia: I'm just saying you never know what could happen *shrug*

Trein: ....

Lilia: I'll still come visit you like this even if you become a worm though *disappears*

[booksandchainmail]

@the-yuri-librarian

Will someone please tell me if any of these series have lesbians

(in regards to this post)

Of the two web serials featured in that meme:

Pale Lights, by erraticerrata one of its 2-4 protagonists is a lesbian. There hasn't been much in the way of romance for her yet, but the series is pretty early on, and also romance-light. One of the other female protagonists is possibly bisexual, and the male protagonist is ace. Pale Lights is about new recruits to an elite god-hunting organization in a gunpowder-and-sail era world that is also entirely within a massive cavern full of strangeness. Ongoing

Twig, by wildbow umm. ok. so how do I put this. It has ambiguously bisexual girls in an situationship? It got a lot of submissions to a yuribait poll tournament. Also in the main cast is a trans girl. I cannot in good consciousness recommend this on the basis of lesbianism, but I do like it. Twig is about a group of child lab experiments/field agents of a biopunk empire. Complete

Other web serials that may be of interest to you!

A Practical Guide to Evil, by erraticerrata Protagonist is a bisexual woman, and almost all of her romantic interests are other women. PGTE has my favorite slowburn romance of all time. Also in the main cast are (at least) two more bi women, and an aroace man (there are more queer characters depending on how you define main cast). In a medieval fantasy world where narrative tropes have metaphysical weight, a new group of villains begin fighting smarter to overcome their narrative disadvantage. Forty years later, a teenage girl from a conquered country, seeing how heroes have failed, chooses to become the Squire of the empire's Black Knight. Tagline: Do Wrong Right Complete

Katalepsis, by HY Lesbian protagonist, largely lesbian supporting cast, including a couple trans women. Lots of romance, including an expanding polycule. A young woman tries to rescue her twin sister, who was erased from reality as a child by an eldritch entity. Tagline: A web serial of cosmic horror, urban fantasy, and making friends with strange people Ongoing, almost finished (with the first "book"/major overarching plotline)

Necroepilogos, by HY I think literally the entire cast of this one is queer women (including at least one trans woman) having homoerotic moments with each other all the time. A bioengineered supersoldier wakes millennia after her death to find the world a wasteland, populated by women resurrected from across history who must now kill each other to live. Tagline: Lost girls in the ashen afterword Ongoing

PGTE/Pale Lights and Katalepsis/Necroepilogos would be my primary recommendations. Some other webserials:

Some of wildbow's other serials have more lesbians than Twig, but it comes with caveats: Worm (and its sequel Ward) are, uh, controversial for how they handle lesbians. Pale is much better, but I'm also only 1/3 of the way through so I can't vouch for it entirely. Pact has a single important lesbian character.

I lost interest and didn't finish Heretical Edge, but it does have a poly lesbian protagonist.

Time to Orbit: Unknown is not particularly lesbian in specific, but it is largely queer and genderqueer.

Another option of thing I read is quests and original/fan fiction on the forum site Sufficient Velocity. The downside here is that they mostly have really irregular update schedules (unlike the above serials, which update 1-2 times a week on a fixed day) and are prone to being abandoned. I'd recommend looking at how often/recently thy update before starting. With that caveat, some titles with lesbian (or bisexual) females leads and queer romance: Petals of Titanium, The Last Daughter, Lieutenant Fusilier in the Farthest Reaches, Castles of Steel, On the Road to Elspar, Mercy (and Other Costly Mistakes), Pound the Table, and A Little Vice

[kuromispamton2000]

An SMG4 AU Story:

Mr. 4's attack plan

it was another day, as any others in the mushroom kingdom, any normal day as anyother, we must admit, Mr. 4 by his side, he had FINALLY finished his prototype of a robotic clone of SMGP the meme guardian with a peculiar robot head, he had put his hands together as he smirk evilly, and yelled

"I FINALLY FINISHED!! MY SMGP CLONE IS FINALLY COMPLETE! AND READY TO GO!!"

then he made a evil laugh, KAT (evil business partner of Mr. 4) who was just on the livingroom enjoying some reading just would get startled by the screaming and laughing, as the being stopped read and peeks from the door

"4, what are those screams and laughing fo-?"

KAT noticed the clone of SMGP, then at Mr. 4

"oh, now i understand, your prototype is finally done?"

"Yes! finally done, KAT, we now can get our plan going"

"remember, 4...i start need do some testing first, we need to confirm our clone has the personality as our target"

KAT said as he stepped in front of SMGP robot, arms behind his back as looked directly at the robot and spoke

"SMGP, describe yourself, how you love your friends and how much you'll do for them"

the robot clone stepped through as he changed his emotion and personality chip to the SMGP emotion and personality and spoke

"I...I am SMGP! a...a meme guardian, i love my friends and i'll do anything for them! specially for my husband SMG3! who i care with all my soul...i-i really fear of Mr. 4, i have a bad feeling...he is onto something...."

"perfect..~ and now...what's your mission till you have all the gang together and fooled?"

The clone switched to it's default personality, as spoke with a smug expression on it's screen

"of course, brainwash the SMGP gang, so they can serve Master Mr. 4 and you as you two please...so then we all can rule ovet the mushroom kingdom!"

"see? all under control, my dear friend, all is going to be, according to the plan, and nobody would ever stop us!!"

Mr. 4 said excited

"i must say, i am very surprised by your work, Mr. 4, you even if had beem goofing around with "your true love" had manage to work pretty well onto the plan but what would your girl think of it"

Mr. 4 stand by as looked at a photo of Jess which he always had on his pockets as said

"...she shouldn't notice...she shouldn't, i no want hurt her and wouldn't hurt her, but, the SMGP crew must suffer, mostly Mario and SMGP himself!"

Mr. 4 would put it back onto his pocket as he turned to look at KAT, with a decided look on his face

"KAT, get Sirberus, we must put this plan on action, i need him to..."

the scene now shows in a very late in the night, SMGP and SMG3 who was just on the castle, watching something together and cuddling

"today was perfect, wasn't it? i am sure now we have everything under control, nothing bad would happen ever again"

SMG3 said as SMGP smiled and nod

"it could had been double perfect, if i kept my normal head in"

"shhh...is all alright, not care how much time Mr. 4 tries hurt you, me and your friends will always be there for you, ok?"

SMG3 gave a reconfirming smile to his husband, SMGP smiled and nodded as a small blush show on his screen, SMG3 got up and stretched, it was bed time, luckily they both was on their pajamas, ready to sleep

"well, is getting late, should we sleep, my dear?"

SMG3 asked, SMGP nodded as wouls get up, helped by 3, both of them walked to their bedroom...

it was very late on the night, SMGP got suddenly awake by some sound that he only could listen, how he knew only he could listen to it? because he looked at 3, who was deeply asleep, Puzzles would sigh as he decided to investigate the sound by himself for the first time, so he got up slowly making sure SMG3 doesn't wake up by movement, as Puzzles walked to the door, he felt a sudden shiver, fear was getting him, but he really wanted make that noise stop...he opened the door closing it behind him, he walked to behind the castle, trying to inspect the sound, as found an oddly device which luckily was making that sound, but before he could turn it down, a hand pressed a button to turn off his tv head, so he couldn't make any sound, and wrapped the meme guardian and made him disappear, it was Sirberus, which had kidnapped SMGP..

When SMGP's screen turned on all he could see was he was tied on a chair, both, from legs and arms, till he saw a familiar face, Mr. 4's face, which had a confident smile

"Welcome, Super Meme Guardian Puzzles, to my...mansion!~ my apologies for the rough invite"

SMGP started to panic as he tried to shake to get free

"M-Mr. 4! what do you want from me!? get away from me! let me go!!"

"shhh...calm down, i just want...have fun with you...TORTURING YOU!"

Mr. 4's half blue part of his eyes turned ref as then soon turned blue again, clearing his throat

"you and your friends had cause me...quite a lot of problems...so for now, i will have fun with you and them, till i have them under my control"

Mr. 4 smiled as would put his arms behind his back and walked

"i hope you no cared for the rough dragging here, but it was needed so you didn't made any noise!"

"h-how...how you did this, why you want to hurt us so much, why-"

Mr. 4 rolled his eyes as let out a annoyed sigh, getting close to SMGP's screen, he then said

"guess i'll present you...my business partner, ahem"

as soon Mr. 4 gave the signal, KAT would come out from the shadows of the already not very lighted basement, as would stand next to Mr. 4

"greetings, Super Meme Guardian Puzzles, is a honor to finally meet you, sorry for the conditions we're meeting too...the name's KAT, hope my precious Sirberus hasn't caused any uncomfortable feeling at the moment he took you into our lair"

"w-what...h-how? why...why you are teaming up with someone! w-why-"

"shhhh, KAT offered his kind help to me, as i offered him part of the mushroom kingodm once and we get successful with this, we are tired that this world is just as dumb as memes because of you, and apart me...i hate you so much because of you ruined MY SHOW!"

SMGP eyes widen, as he would shake his head trying to be on denial

"m-my friends would notice i am gone! a-and then they.. they gonna"

"i am afraid, your friends would never notice you're gone, since we have a perfect replacement for you, for get our second part of the plan going"

"indeed my friend...come here, Mr. Puzzles or might say, SMGP"

Mr. 4 snapped his fingers and an exact clone of him stepped in front of him with still the smug expression on it's screen, the meme guardian's eyes widen as looked at the exact clone

"really, your friends and husband wouldn't even notice i am gona!~ i am an exact copy of you and with my acting skills, i would be total in your place in not time...but i think i need something to be complete"

the clone said as looked behind, at SMGP's hand

"you're right, my dear creation, this is what you need"

Mr. 4 smirk as he would slowly take off the marriage ring from SMGP, he started to shake more uncontrollably as started to scream

"NO! NO TAKE IT OFF, PLEASE! I WOULDN'T SUPPORT IF I LOSE IT!"

scars started to grow on his screen as he started to panic a lot, Mr. 4 eyes rolled up again as he just would grab a controller and mute SMGP's voice taking off the ring, showing it in front of the meme guardian

"hope you no care, lend it to the new Super Meme Guardian Puzzles!"

and with that, he gave to the clone the ring, which gladly, he would put it on his finger

"he's ready to go"

Mr. 4 made the signal to Sirberus to just take the clone to SMGP's castle

"look at him...so defenseless, what should we do with the real meme guardian now, 4?"

"....let's break the rest of confidence he has~"

"ohhh, hohoho! now we're talking"

before the next morning we could see a lady who was spying on Mr. 4's house and then saw the clone and Sirberus walk off, she would think to herself as saw the scene

"this could be a good opportunity to ruin Mr. Dumbass' plans...and have a little revenge for play with my weakness....maybe i should wait till the morning"

on the morning...SMG3 woke, it all seem like normal, because his lovely husband was there by his side

"...good morning to my wonderful husband on the earth"

3 said with a smile as "SMGP"'s screen turned off the sleep mode as turned to 3 and smiled

"good morning sweetheart, wonder what a wonderful day awaits us!"

3 nods as would notice his "husband" was using a scarf, as he looked concerned, normally, Puzzles wouldn't wear a scarf, weird on him

"dear, why you're wearing a scarf? it isn't cold outside?"

the meme guardian asked as the other tried to not be in panic

"...well yesterday i just listened something horrible, and i went check, when i noticed, some nightly creature just scratched my neck, but...don't worry! i got it healed...but...i have much scars recently...and now i have the opportunity of hide one...well...you know, i took it!"

"erm...if you say so my love...but later you might show me that scratch to see if it isn't that deep, not be offended, but you never was good at healing someone OR yourself"

"...ugh, yeah... yeah...i know"

his expression changed to an annoyed one as the "meme guardian" got up from bed, and walked off, 3 was a bit stranged by that reaction, but he supposed he just was upset by get hurt...again- as he shrugs and got up

the day almost happened normally, as the clone would walk behind the castle alone using a magical communicator to speak to Mr. 4 and KAT

"the plan is gonna be so easy, master and boss, they're so stupid to even realize i am a clone, all i had to do is lie about i got scratched and wanted cover a physical scar on my "human" body part...easy!"

"that's perfect, without the heros, the mushroom kingdom would be doomed, and finally, me could take control of it, as well Mr. 4 making Glitchvision big again! they're so terminated'"

"my perfect minion...you're almost to get something big...no mess up, alright?"

"you can count on me boss, master"

the clone said before hang out the communicator and started walk to where the crew is, Mrs. Angel would look from the roof of the castle as smiled evilly (for ruin Mr. 4's plan)

"SMGP! what got you so busy behind da castle?"

Mario asked as "Puzzles" would look behind

"was just that clown again and some rats...not worry, i got rid of him by now, becuase you know how i hate rats"

"Okie Dokie!"

"gee, i hate rats too, good you got rid of them, Puzzles!"

Bob said as just chilled, "SMGP" smiled as would attempt walk to the castle, as saw Tari

"Puzzles, ready for another newly good function? i think i got something you might like!"

"...erm, not today, Tari, i am a bit tired"

"but you said between me and you will get that function so we both could express more and other stuff, Puzzles"

Freya said as just looked down, the clone was starting to lose it as just would walk inside

"you...uhhh...whoever you are, i am tired, i even think i lost some memory data..."

"maybe i can help? you know, i wouldn't mind help you!"

"or maybe you shouldn't"

the voice said as the crew looked up

"oh, perfect, is you, the enemy of that Mr. 4...what the fuck do you want? saw the weirdo do something evil?"

SMG3 said as as crossed his arms, Mrs. Angel smirk as she jumped off the roof landing slowly on the floor as she nods

"actually, i pretty know that Puzzles you're talking with is false, Mr. 4's creation..."

"you're saying bullshit, Ashley! stop wanting try SMGP's life, i will not allow you to ruin others life like you did to mi-"

"shaddap your plump ass for a second Princess Angel! i am saying the truth, look at this"

Mrs. Angel with her wand reproduced the exact moment when the clone was talking with Mr. 4 and KAT, the crew looked at him as the clone just looked left and right frenetically, trying be calm, scars growing on the screen

"And"

Mrs. Angel took off the scarf, revealing he had wires on his neck the clone yeeped as just quickly retracted it's body on the tv, for then it disappearing into the nothing before the crew could do something else

"DAMN IT!"

Meggy yelled out of frustration as she tightened her fists

"when Mario gets his hands on Mr. 4-"

Mario said as looked real mad

"o-oh god, what are we gonna do?"

Boopkins started to panic as started sweating a bit

"calm down, maybe that...Mrs. Angel knows what happened and how, and where they could be"

Saiko said as they all look at Mrs. Angel, who shrugged with a smile rolling her functional eye

"...YOU NOW NOT MIGHT PLAY WITH US, TELL US WHERE THEY HAVE MY HUSBAND!"

3 grabbed Mrs. Angel by the shoulders altered by the situation, as felt his trauma is growing again

"...3 calm down, we'll find my brother, let that fine lady help us...in her way"

Minion said as she put a hand on SMG3's shoulder trying to calm him down, Mrs. Angel just gave a smirk as then the scene cuts to Mr. 4 saying the most hurtful things

"and then nobody would be there for you, you think it is soo...so sad?~ nobody will every love you...because boo-hoo, they'll all be under my control!!"

"and even some of your valuable friends would make a great servant of mine, of course...I'll need to take their souls for them to be...perfect servants but i think you wouldn't mind, don't you?'

KAT added as smirk under his mask, SMGP functional eye was starting to tear up as he shakes his head, trying to ignore all those closing his eyes, KAT taking the opportunity, using magic to make scenes inside SMGP's head as Mr. 4 imitate voices

"you failed us..., you did everything wrong, you was so coward"

Mr. 4 said imitating Meggy's voice for switch between various of the crew's voices

"i trusted you, Puzzles, Mario can't believe now he's dead and the world destroyed thanks to you"

"i loved you Puzzles...why didn't you was strong!? by your fault, now i am dead! I REGRET HAD EVEN MEET YOU!"

SMGP sobs as just would want to retract on his head but he even can't

"y-you...you...what you want of me...i...i can-"

"SHUT UP! UGH! YOUR VOICE IS ANNOYING!"

Mr. 4 would punch against his screen breaking it and the meme guardian screaming in pain

"ugh, what a scream...it isn't a big deal, cry baby!"

KAT said as just would by slowly damage his speaker, which gives Puzzles the voice, he would end mute now

"had you even noticed how much damage you caused to the mushroom kingdom!? you had notice? EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT! TILL YOU RUINED IT ALL!!"

SMGP couldn't do more than cry as more scars grow from his damaged eye, almost covering the damaged eye....

suddenly a loud BANG was heard, continuing from the door falling down, both turned around to see Meggy which she had thrown the door with a kick

"YOU, MR. 4 ARE TOTALLY FINISHED!"

"w-what!? how? if my clone had everything control-"

Mrs. Angel peeked with a smirk from the door frame as waved

"hello 4, missed me?~ i had or not had spied a bit your big ol plan with that little friend of yours~"

"...YOU BIT-"

Mr. 4's voice changed to a demonic voice but couldn't finish cuz he was drop kicked by Meggy immediately, one diamond of his hair disappearing and healing him

"You can't attack 4! Sirberus, attack them!"

KAT ordered to his animatronic, he was almost gonna reach Meggy and Mrs. Angel when a bomb hitted the animatronic damaging it a very big part, SMG3 was holding more bombs as his face was darkened

"you...wouldn't get alive from this..."

The Animatronic would rush at SMG3 more quick that what he can react, but Saiko came to smash it's head off with her Hammer, knocking the robot off

"NOOO! MY PRECIOUS CREATION!"

"MR. PUZZLES WHERE ARE YOU!"

4 yelled as was smashed by Melony and her sword, he started to spill blood from him mouth, trembling a bit

"you don't have a salvation now, Mr. 4, you crossed much lines"

Melony said in her fierce deity form

"shit is better i sca-"

before the being could react, he was smashed to the other side of the room by Saiko

"you too weirdo! if you're with 4 you're against us! not excuse!"

"you stupid anime bit-"

KAT felt his mask rip apart as it eventually rip off as quick the being would groan, covering his face

"this, isn't the end, SMGP crew"

kinda damaged and exposed, KAT disappeared between the shadows

"KAT! no leave me here you cowar-"

Mr. 4 was grabbed by the throat by SMG3 who now was strangling Mr. 4, Mr. 4 would try to set free from his own strength but he couldn't, soon summoning his tentacles, to stab SMG3

"3 WATCH OUT!"

Melony said as she went quick, slashing Mr. 4's tentacles to half, he would struggle on pain as fall on the floor gasping for air another diamond from his hair disappeared as he and his tentacles was regenerated

"Mario got the impostor"

"G-Gah! let me go you pesky worm!"

which with a quick movement Saiko smashed the head out of the robot, and 3 throw a bomb to the rest of the body blowing it up

"NOOOOOO!!! MY PERFECT PROTOTYPE! I WORKED SO HARD ON IT!!"

"You said it, "worked" but now your work, was for purse shit, Mr. 4"

Meggy said as Tari was pointing at Mr. 4 with a shotgun that her arm had turned into, Minion would get close to SMGP as she untied her brother and hugged him with tears on her eyes, SMGP hugs her as well

"brother!"

Mr. 4 looking around had look at Mrs. Angel then at Mario pointing at them

"YOU TWO! ARE THE MOST PESKY ANNOYANCES I HAD EVER SEEN!"

Mr. 4's tentacles came out as these wrap around Mrs. Angel and Mario and others wrap around 3, Meggy, Tari, Saiko, Melony, SMGP and Minion, Mrs. Angel screaming because her trauma

"I'LL KILL YOU ALL, AFTER ALL, I KILLED PUZZLES BEFO-"

before he could finish water splashed at him as he hissed his tentacles retracting, as covered his face, he was steaming, it was holy water, when the crew looked, it was Freya/Princess Angel which had throw holy water at Mr. 4

"...d-did i make it in time?"

Meggy, Melony, Tari, 3, Saiko, Bob and Boopkins that just arrived would surround Mr. 4 which was still covering and hissing from the holy water, he had no choice more than scape...

"this...this wouldn't end like that, i could had been defeated a third time but i wouldn't-"

he got stabbed in the stomach by Melony without his powers Mr. 4 would tremble as he quickly summoned a tv with the remain of his power and would jump onto it, the tv disappearing

"...Puzzles, love!"

SMG3 would pick up his husband as Puzzles was just trembling and crying over, the scars almost covering his damaged eye as 3 would rub his back to calm him down, slowly the scars disappearing

"...thanks you Freya, you saved us, us all"

Meggy said as put a hand on her, she smiles as nods

"...i must admit that even if we hate each other...i owe you one, you saved me...and them..."

"...i am not sure why you wanted help us, you are evil, after all, ruined my life and"

"because i HATE Mr. 4...is all...well, see ya"

Mrs. Angel would start to walk off as SMG3 just stops her a bit still carrying SMGP

"...hey, Mrs. Angel...thanks for everything...without your help, maybe...Mr. 4 and his...partner would had win this time"

"meh, no prob, just did it once, because Mr. 4 is a piece of crap, if other guy attacks you, now i wouldn't help, huh? bye"

With that, Mrs. Angel fully walked off, SMG3 looked at his crew, knowing he must be a leader now Puzzles is mute

"Ok, crew...time to get back to the castle...Puzzles need us and too need rest"

the crew nodded as they all returned home...once again, Mr. 4 and now his partner KAT had been defeated, but obviously that's not the last they'll see of 4, alone or not, he would try attack again...

THE END

SMGP might be mute for undefined asks till someone offers to fix his tv or to steal one of Mr. 4's tvs

thanks for reading peeps, as said i am not a writer, but i tried my best because do a comic...meh, i was lazy

credits:

KAT and Sirberus by: @mysteriesinsideaheartlocket

Mrs. Angel and Princess Angel/Freya by: @myrandomocsposts

Mention on the story, Jess by: @literal-dumbass

[calisources]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑺. all sentences have been taken from the showtime drama, the tudors. change names, locations, pronouns as you see fit. this is a redo of another meme.

“Without knowledge, life is not worth having.”

“I have come here to die. I die a Queen, but I would rather die the wife of Culpeper.”

“One day I shall lie beside you again, I promise and we shall sleep together for eternity.”

“Your Majesty's life is far too precious to be put at risk against such a common rabble.” 

“Of course, if you choose to go, you'd be like a lion among wolves.”

“My friend, if all ambassadors were beautiful women I'd be serving my country day and night.”

“You hate him like a scorpion. And why? Because he would not satisfy your ambition.”

“Diplomacy is nearly always settled by such proximity.”

“I call Mary my English mare, because I ride her so often.”

“You are a poet as I am a woman. Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not?”

“There's something deep and dangerous in you, Anne, those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul.”

“As a humanist I share your opinion. As a King, I'm forced to disagree.”

“Though I love Your Majesty and I'm loyal to you, in every way, I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness.”

"I should only ever tell the king what he ought to do, not what he could do. For if the lion knows his own strength, no man could control him."

"Blessed lady, Queen of Hearts, there will be even greater crowds than these to welcome you when you return to London."

"For every scholar that votes for you...I could find a thousand who would vote for me."

"You and I are both young, and with God's grace, boys will follow."

"You have no one to blame but yourself for this.”

“I was a true maid without touch of men. And whether or not it be true, I put it to your conscience.”

"Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me."

"I have never known another man....and nor would I ever want to."

"If I had to choose between extreme sorrow and extreme happiness, I would always choose sorrow, for when you are happy you forget about spiritual things, you forget about God.But in your sorrow, He is always with you."

"Chastity? You talk to me about chastity when you have a mistress and two children, your Eminence."

“This, I vow, that my eyes desire you above all things.”

“As a humanist I have an abhorrence of war. It's an activity fit only for beasts yet practiced by no kind of beasts so constantly as by man.”

“What if the King doesn't know what's in his best interests?”

“If you want to keep the love of a prince, this is what you must do: You must be prepared to give him the thing you most care for, in all the world.”

“Lady Anne is so beautiful, it is the duty of every man to love her. Of course I loved her, but from a distance.”

“You treat me so unkindly and in public neglect me.”

“My only satisfaction is that in frustrating you I hasten your fall from the King's good graces, an outcome I desire above all others.”

“Mistress Boleyn, you should not abuse the Queen's honor with such language!”

“He was a lion in my defense. Now he will die ashamed and alone in a prison cell.”

“Then here's the truth. You must shut your eyes and endure  like your betters have done before you!”

“Don’t you know that I can drag you down as quickly as I raised you?”

“I am more convinced than ever that he is the agent of Satan. If I could, I would strip him from the King's side- and burn him.”

"I know of no Queen of England but my mother. And I will accept no Queen but my mother."

“If the King's mistress would intercede with him on my behalf, then I would be grateful."

"Lady, you must know how beloved you are to the people—as was your mother before you, God rest her soul."

“I'm a lot older than I was when I first knew you. And wiser.”

“have no heir. The Tudor Dynasty, all my father's work, finished, and it's MY fault!”

“He will tire of you, like all the others.”

“You know perfectly well what the King desires and what he shall have.”

“You can't have 3 people in a marriage!”

“I am surprised to receive such a request from such a wise and noble man as you.”

“ I am but a poor woman, lacking in both wit and understanding. How am I supposed to respond to such a request made to me out of the blue?”

“I know what you are trying to do, but do not think to take the King away from me. Let him play with you. Let him give you gifts. But he cannot give you his true heart.”

“I make you this promise. When we are married, I will deliver you a son.”

“I was wondering if you'd like to become my mistress.“

“The brat is now officially a bastard.”

“Everything will change for her. That kiss is her destiny and fortune.”

“People of England, your King is unharmed!”

“An important question, whether it is better for a king to be feared or loved.”

“I do imagine there are some at court who would like to see the Queen replaced.”

“Lady Bryan, if I cannot please the King, will he kill me?”

“For he who possesses the heir to the throne will very soon possess the throne itself.”

[the-whispers-of-death]

*inserts meme voice*

Hello there

I come here and lurk into your askbox to talk about a happy near year scenario with Price. We just came back from a bloody mission and we are celebrating at a bar listening to the coutndown when Price remembers it's even our anniversary and panics a bit since he didn't prepare anything and then comes with a solution we really like (can be however you want just...male reader pls?)

OR

We have him proposing to us! During a misaion if we are in the military or just civilians or he confesses his feelings :3. I'd like to think he would do that without thinking and he knows that it's maybe going to be the last time he sees reader

Any thoughts? I have seen that the askbox is open so I wanted to give it a shot. Have a great day!

(ps sorry for any mistakes- I have a very strong headache and I am not thinking straight rn💀)

Thank you for the request!

I'm really interested in Price blurting out a proposal when the timing's not completely right. It makes me giggle and I must write it.

CW: None, this is just fluff. I guess the warning is that Reader's male.

(I want to apologize beforehand, because this is probably going to be short. But I haven't written in a while, so writing something short is a good starting point to get back into writing.)

The 141 were just finishing up a mission that had, thankfully, gone well. You all were covered in blood and dirt, but at least you all were alive. You were just getting into the truck you all had arrived in, being the last one inside.

"That was a good mission, wasn't it, {Name}?" Soap asked you, bumping your shoulder with his. He had his signature bright grin, lightening the mood that was earlier somber.

You nodded, unable to help yourself from smiling as well. "Yeah, it was a good mission. Definitely could've been worse." Your eyes went to Price, your boyfriend of three years. "Though, I'm just happy that we're all safe."

Price's eyes bore into your own, his gaze intense. He was oddly silent as the truck kept on its path back to base, he usually would've praised the group by now. It was slightly worrying.

"Are you okay, John?" You asked, a frown working its way onto your face. He wasn't across from you and you weren't around all of your coworkers, you would've leaned over to take his hand in yours.

Ghost caught onto your worry, turning his head to look at his captain. "Price, mate, you alright? You're awfully quiet." His brown gaze bore into Price's head, as if that would make Price look at him.

However, Price was still staring at you. It was like he couldn't look away from you. Silence filled the air for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Marry me, {Name}."

Everyone else's eyes widened at Price's words, but he kept going.

"I can't live another day without having you as my husband, please do me the honor of marrying you. I've loved you from the moment I met you and I will love you for the rest of my life, if you'll have me."

Price reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a ring box, opening the lid to reveal the most gorgeous engagement ring you had ever seen. He had just been waiting for this moment, having it on his person at all times.

"{Name}?" he asked when you were silent. He sounded unsure now, nervous. "What do you say?"

It surprisingly didn't take you long to respond after that, saying, "Yes!" Your voice went high-pitched at how happy you were. "I'll marry you, John, yes!"

Price didn't care about the others, he simply leaned over the aisle in between you and him and he kissed you, passionately. He was like a starving man, his hunger only sated by your lips.

"Get a room, you two!" Gaz hollered after a few minutes of your heavy makeup, making you and Price pull apart.

"Congratulations, you two," Ghost said, clapping Price on the shoulder. "I expect to be named your best man, Captain."

This led to Soap and Gaz arguing with Ghost over why he should be Price's best man, but you tuned them all out as Price slipped the ring on your left ring finger. All you could think about was that you were now engaged to the best man you knew.

Oh, your life was looking great.

Separator made by @une-femme-de-lettres

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[arise-children-angel-is-here]

Master post! (Some stuff are OLD so bare with me here-)

Through out my time on Tumblr I have talked to so many awesome people! You should follow them and check out their blogs too! It is also a must to check out @somerandomdudelmao c.a.s if you haven't! Have a great day.

Reminder if you use my art plz credit me! <333

Almost forgot the sparkles! ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

List of people to follow (I will keep adding on to this so you guys know :]) (you gotta earn a spot here by simply interacting with me!)

Who knew humans are so fun and goofy?

@meowph-132 @madzrottmnt @beewasdeleted @tistic-hellspwn @notjustdragonspages @thetmnt101 @bftpl @auggie-arts @artistheworld @daddyricsdoll @cuddlebugmonster @qeelovestea @bossbabyfan2 @thatrottmntdonnieguy @m3l0man14c @mikey-rottmnt @risewriter @ghostytoad @sanfezu @diona-98 @rosekatara @justmesadlysry @mikebeanz @fluffyr0cky @save-rottmnt 😭 @ofthefrogs @ender-outlaw @ilikestarfoxturtles @flowerblossom22 @animal-lover-forever @gamerblade1 @mistermertensophryne @taperecorder-gizmo @darkdull59 @finleyforevermore @sk1nand-b0nes

ARTISTS BATTLE? (Idk anymore)

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Here's some of the stuff I did:

Sona stuffs:

[Sona designs and reactions sheet 1]

[Sona designs and reactions sheet 2]

Old design refs! Old ref thingy idk

Kraang apocalypse design thingy (idk)

NEWEST SONA REF!!!

Some sona art, more art, spidersona spidersona updated

1, 2,

Animations:

A lil animation :> [it's totally Canon guys] Another one.... Another one [cat silly] Something I guess 🤷🏾‍♀️ undertale meme

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Literally Rottmnt based:

Pb + J duo!!! [A lil silly I made :>]

The....turtle boys? (Wtaf am I doing?): 1, 2, 3, 4

The turtle bois but better because kawaii is better than romance: 1, 2, 3, 4

Other arts!: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25,

SOME YUMMY ANGST 😋

MORE ANGST FOR THE HUNGRY SOUL

Comic thing: wip sneak peek. Finished. Another thing :3 Disaster twins

Nah,

something interesting <:D

Donnie reactions, draw this man some pupils please 🙏 (no time limit lol)

Incorrect quotes for the heck of it:

Pasta 💀,

Idk random off topic rottmnt?:

Eep progress. Eep completed

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Other very interesting stuff:

Randomness: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,

Is traditional art not digital?: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

Sillies: 1, 2, 3, 4,

Crochet projects: 1, 2,

Phone back grounds: 1, 2, 3,

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RANDOM GIF SUNDAY!:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,

DTIYS!!! [no time limit <3]

This deserved to be here too (not mine): this

[bp-zb1fics]

My heart keeps on

pairing: na kamden x secret s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse  (finale), angst ish, fluff

tw/tags: long distance relationship, very emo in general, a lot of tears LIKE A LOT, you surprise kamden twice, citing ep 12 as my ref for all this, kinda secret relationship, realities of dating a trainee/idol, reunions so more emo, cuddles, cheek kissing, using a pic as a page break, yes the title is fr kam’s rap in switch ty for noticing 💜

wc: 2178

summary: kamden hasn’t seen you in over a year. you surprise him.

a/n this was supposed to be a gift fic for 101 followers but y'all are 200 now 😭😱 omg so thanks so much for supporting my little blog!!! I know this took a little longer than expected so thanks so much for patiently waiting! 💜Special thanks to the anon who sent me an ask about missing kamden and especially to @seok02 for giving me the motivation to finish this fic and kinda just helping me with the overall process 💜💜💜

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“Star Creator, we always thank you and love you!”

They wrap up the pajama party livestream, thanking the staff and staying to chat as the cameras are switched off. (Or so they think, lol)

“The vibe was pretty good,” Kamden tells Matthew. The other boy agreeing instantly.

“I think we were able to show new sides of ourselves.”

Suddenly the staff play a recording, surprising them all. It’s video messages from Star creators all over the world for them to watch. Kamden grabs a fluffy pillow as he watches everyone slowly get emotional. Seungeon cries. Zhang Hao cries. Yujin cries. Almost everyone is crying. 

Kamden gets a message from a fan in Norway, which is pretty cool. Then, something he never expected happens. He recognises your voice before he even realises it’s you.

“Kamden, annyeong~”

The pillow falls off his lap.

It’s you. It’s really you. You who he hasn’t been able to video call in a few days because of practice and your schedule and the time difference. He almost calls out your name but it sits tight in his throat, unable to reach you. 

You’re on screen, wearing one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him, holding onto the plushie he bought for you at that silly little shop after you insisted it looked like him. God, he hasn’t seen you in over a year.

“Dude, you okay?” Jay asks him softly.

He must look like an idiot, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly open, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I’ve been watching Boy’s Planet since the teasers were released. And you’ve always been my favourite.”

Kamden knows. You’ve been spamming your chat with him with all these little clips from the PR videos to the behind the scenes footage. Screenshots of you voting for him on the Mnet+ app, comments you’ve left on his fancam videos, even the funny memes you found of him on Twitter all greet him when he opens his phone after practice.

Hope my favourite trainee is doing well and staying healthy! Take care of yourself and know I’m always rooting for you! I love and miss you so much! Hoping for your debut!

Your messages are his favourite. And speaking of:

“I’ve made a little compilation of photos right here. I hope you like how I decorated them, I really tried my best~”

All the trainees ooh and ahh over the handmade album you bring up to the screen compiled with photos of him from the program and cute little notes and stickers. Kamden can’t move, can’t talk. 

Because that’s your album, the one you had insisted on starting when he and you began dating. He knows that if you flipped to the other pages, it would be full of photos of both of you, dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, awards that either of you might have won, events that were important to you or him or both of you, everything carefully labelled. It was one of your favourite things to print out all the photos and he’d help you decorate them.

He can’t believe you kept that up after he left for Korea.

“You’ve stood out to me in every performance. You’re so talented and so many people are cheering you on so please remember to have confidence in yourself.” Your voice wavers a little towards the end of the sentence and as slight as it is, he catches that. He knows you.

Kamden only registers the wetness on his cheeks when the tears are already going, fast and furious. He reaches up, trying to dab them away gently with his sleeve. On screen, you blink rapidly and he knows you’re trying your best not to cry either. Even thousands of miles away, on a video you probably recorded weeks ago, you and him are still in sync. Maybe the rest of the trainees don’t see it but he does. Of course he does.

“I hope you take care of yourself always. Make sure to eat enough and get enough rest. I’ll be voting for you everyday so just do your best in practice and performing and us Star Creators will take care of the rest. We’ll support you so you can achieve your dream of debuting~”

To everyone else, you were just a particularly supportive fan. But to Kamden, you were his person, the one he was devoted to and he can’t help it, sobbing a little into his sleeve. Several pats on the back as the other trainees around him try to comfort him. He can’t help but cry even more. Why were you so far away? Why couldn’t you be here where he could hug you and kiss you and just be with you?

“Na Kamden hwaiting! Saranghae~”

That’s it. He turns and buries his face fully into his hands as if doing that would soak up all the tears that won’t stop coming. Matthew and Jay have scooted over, voices overlapping as they rub his shoulders and back and ask what’s wrong. Even Zhang Hao’s hovering a little on the side, equally concerned.

Maybe he’ll say something later, when there are no mics and no cameras. He’s been training for years and you’ve both agreed that in a career like the one he aspires to get into, keeping it quiet would be the best. Idols don’t date. Idols don’t have a significant other in a whole other country that they call when they can find free time. Even when it comes to casual conversation where there isn’t a camera directly trained on them, Kamden just doesn’t say anything.

They do ask him later. And when he says you’re a close friend he hasn’t seen in awhile, their faces light up in recognition. He leaves it at that.

You walk into the arena with a little trepidation. 

It’s all been a blur. Packing your things, flying to Korea, meeting up with Kamden’s mom and brother who have been kind enough to get you a ticket pass for the family section. Of course, he has no idea you’re even here.

You’re quite a bit more nervous about surprising him than you thought. While you’d give anything to see him again, it was a little risky in such a public venue with so many people watching and cameras everywhere filming almost any angle. Maybe you can be discreet enough if you do break down but Kamden’s on stage, the spotlights bright and on him. Fans are probably filming him on their own devices.

At this point, you’ll just have to trust your boyfriend to keep his reactions to a believable level. You don’t stand too close to his family, trying to keep your distance but also staying near enough that you’d be in the same general direction if Kamden glanced your way.

You end up on the side, along with a few other people who seem to be dressed as discreetly as you, masks on too. The looks you exchange seem to come to a general understanding of why you’re all here and who you’re here for.

Kamden doesn’t notice you when the Top 18 first file in. You don’t expect him to but you see him though. There’s a growing knot in your stomach, emotions welling up from actually seeing him not through a screen but so close that you could walk on stage and touch him. You don’t do that, of course. But still, he’s so near that it almost hurts not being able to throw yourself into his arms for a hug.

You’ve wanted this so much, especially after more than a year of not seeing him. But right now, you feel frozen. You only watch as they start getting into positions for the signal song. Fans are cheering, even the family members and friends of the trainees are calling out words of support. Still, your voice sticks to your throat, as much as you want to shout out, something keeps you from doing it.

Good thing Kamden’s brother does it for you. It probably surprises you and his mom more than it should but who can blame you when he almost never does that? Kamden’s surprised too, maybe it’s a twin thing but he immediately stands up straighter looking for where his brother’s voice is coming from.

And then he sees you.

His eyes meet yours and they widen considerably. His mouth even drops open a little. You’re smiling so much and you’re sure it shows from how your eyes crinkle, just a little glossy. But you’re not going to cry just yet. Instead, you wave at him. He can’t do much more than give a little wave back before they seem to be ready to start filming. 

Suddenly, your heart feels just a little lighter. You step back and watch him dance the signal song. You’ve seen him do it a thousand times, every time you stream his video. It feels so surreal, being able to see it like this, right in front of you. When the song ends, you see his eyes flick back in your direction, searching for your face. When he finds it, his expression brightens.

It’s amazing, watching someone you love do what they love. Sure, you’ve seen Kamden dance, you’ve gotten him to sing and even rap for you a little before. But it’s different with the stage and the lights and the crowd and he looks so comfortable there. You laugh when you see the Jelly Pop teaser, maybe you’ll get him to wear that dress again, just so you can get photos. The final song is almost bittersweet and you try your best but a few tears do slip out.

He’s messaged you about barely making it to the finale, you’ve monitored the program, watched his rank. You both know his chances are slim. But they’re possible. Still, he’s told you that he’s prepared for the equal possibility of not debuting. His company should have plans, he assured you. You watch him walk over to every one of his fellow trainees who’ve made it to debut, offering hugs and congratulating them. And as the number of spots dwindle, you keep your hopes up but you begin to accept it as well.

By the time they’ve called third, you watch as he walks over to Matthew, one of the trainees he’s closest with from what he’s told you. Maybe he lingers a little longer. Maybe you catch his eyes as he looks over. Hwaiting! You mouth, shaking your fists a little in encouragement. The emotions are swirling inside you. When the camera pans over to him, he’s teary eyed, covering his face the way he always does when he gets like that. You can’t help it. The emotions are starting to spill over and you breathe between the occasional tears.

After they announce the ninth place, everything suddenly starts moving so fast and so slow. They wrap up filming. The audience begins to file out. The cameras switch off one by one. You go backstage.

When he walks in, mic gone, still in that uniform that you keep teasing about, you don’t hold back. His arms wrap around you and you fall into him, holding him so tightly you wish you didn’t need to let go. And then both of you start crying.

“I missed you so much, Kam.” You’re holding onto the fabric of his jacket, gripping at it so desperately you’re almost afraid it might rip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He manages, his head somehow buried on your shoulder, tears soaking the cloth of your shirt.

“Surprise?” It comes out weak, a little shaky as you both laugh brokenly through your sobs.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds you even tighter, like he’s afraid you might fade into thin air.

“I’ll be here for a while.” You tell him. “I wish I could’ve come sooner but-”

“It’s okay seriously, you’re here now.” If he squeezes you anymore, you feel like your heart might burst. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He goes back with you. There’s few brief introductions to Jay and Matthew and a few other trainees he’s grown close with, nudges and knowing looks and raised eyebrows. But it’s nothing to stress about, you manage to make it back under the radar.

You feel him watching you as you grab a few more things from your suitcase after both of you have showered and you’re wearing another one of his old shirts. Before you know it, your legs are tangled together, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands intertwined. 

“I don’t want to sleep,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream and you aren’t here.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Kam.” You reassure him, lifting your head to kiss his cheek. Even in the privacy of this room, he blushes.

“Even if I didn’t make it, at least I have you.”

“You do, Kam. You always do.” And you know he will make it, one day.