#Kill anon pleaseee

[staticmoncharges]

BAHAHAHAH-

Pelipper Mail! 🐦

It's a brick with a rather dubious paint job depicting a box of cigarettes. There is a note attached.

"Here ya go. Kill that anon. Try not to get the paint job too scuffed though, I want that back!" - Piers

🎵 @spikemuths-pride

thanks so much mr piers !!!

[mimipolo]

can you PLEASEEE do a nam-gyu x reader where they’re toxic exes and they reunite in the game and the reader still hates him because he stole all her money for drugs but nam-gyu still has a soft spot for her even tho he doesn’t really show it but also still tries to protect her IDK IF I EXPLAINED IT WELL BUT I TRUST YOU

Nam-gyu x reader

DW ANON I GOT THE IDEA

It was meant to be short but obviously I can't manage myself, anyways hope you enjoy‼️

You had loved him, really, you did. He brought that missing excitement you so desperately craved in your life, you had experienced so much in the couple of months you had dated him than your entire life so far. He was a simple natured guy with a determination to stand out and to you it looked like he achieved it. Party invitations every weekend and meeting underground celebrities, but that was just you.

He wanted more, always wanted more.

When he started taking substances you didn't know what to do. You were afraid. For him and for yourself. You tried to reason with him, tell him there's so many ways to get that high but he couldn't care less, instead believing you thought you were better than him, that you knew what he should be doing. You, everyone, everything made him feel invalidated, likes he's always half way there but never it.

Sure, it killed him to watch you beg and bargain for the "greater good" of his health but it was far too late, too far in that to turn around would be like going "guh." He indulged in his selfish desires, that chase for that ego and image he'd never be able to obtain. This life had decided what type of person he could be and yet he continuously refused to conform. To his teachers, his parents to you.

After another shouting match that had you storming out your apartment he thought he could teach you a "lesson." He was too high, his mind too distorted to question what he was about to do. In his mind you deserved it, always trying to tell him what he should or shouldn't be doing, reprimands that fell from those delicate lips.

He damned it all to hell as he stumbled to your wallet you left in your lowest drawer and stuffing all the cash inside his pockets, cash that was entire life, and then left your home.

When you had found him he had already used it all up, and plugs don't do refunds. You shook him vigorously, tears pricking your eyes threatened to fall as your throat tightened up and a cold sweat overtook your body.

There's was no way, he was terrible, mean, a voluntary narcissist but there's no way he'd go this far, right?

Wrong.

The laughter that erupted from him as he slung back lazily onto the roughed up couch in some random bar told you otherwise. Every plea you said went one ear and out the other and you knew right there and then you couldn't do this anymore. Your last straw, this was it.

You had your locks changed that very night, ignoring the drunken shouts that echoed from outside your door. So when you were given the chance to gain back the money you lost and more you jumped at the opportunity.

But you hadn't expected...this?

You're playing these stupid children games for some cash? Did they really think anyone capable enough would lose, it was almost insulting.

Wrong again.

There's bodies everywhere and you're willing your body not to shake as the evil eyed doll scanned the field. You were almost there, just at the penultimate of the finish line, you could feel the stress eating away at your life expectancy.

There's only a few seconds left and you were starting to wonder if you could make that final leap, you wanted to shed yourself of the flease, your sweat gathering in places you really wish it didn't. But you couldn't move, fuck you were scared to even blink.

At green light you break into a sprint. 3 seconds. You're almost certain you weren't making it but a firm push to your back aided you. A mystery person and you toppling onto your stomachs and into the golden brown dirt.

You're heaving, gasping for the oxygen you're in debt of as you lift your head stiffly to meet the eyes of your supposed saviour, only for it to be...Nam-gyu. You've got to be kidding, a trick of the eyes maybe, but no, you aren't that lucky.

But he's not looking at you right now, instead watching wide eyed as the losing players get shot down from nowhere.

"Aren't ya gonna thank me?"

He's walking up beside you after the game, hands linked behind his back as he gazes at you with a Chesire like smile. You're certain the drugs must've properly fucked up his head if he thinks he could talk to you especially after that massacre.

"No."

"No...? Tough crowd."

Wincing softly as if your words physically wounded him, he's reaching out to hold your arm but the sharp glare you shoot him has him quickly retracting his hand and putting it to his side, rocking on his feet awkwardly as you took the opportunity to escape his presence.

He didn't care though, you were like this when you two first met, he remembers clearly. It wouldn't stop him from looking out for you even if you didn't want it. He wanted to make it up to you, it's part of why he joined these games. Show up outside your work with a stupid amount of money and bribe you to come back to him. Somehow his life managed to get worse without your constant warnings and overall he just missed you. How patient you were with him, that soft look you seemed to have when you looked at him, like you cared.

After that you found yourself somehow always in his circle. It annoyed you to no end but you knew nobody else that'd want to take you in after being so strung up in "Thanosworld?" The man was unbearable, beyond comprehension and you already had a bias against him as it was people of his nature that had Nam-gyu chasing their approval. Don't get it wrong, you didn't care for him anymore but you could always wonder "what if."

After Mingle you put aside your distate for the long haired guy and walked up to him as he was already approaching your bunk, probably to bother you or someone else. He's clearly surprised by your actions, his eyes lighting up in a way that you refused to admit hurt your heart.

"Nam-... Nam-gyu, why are you doing this?"

If you had asked that question when you were still together he'd make some round about response questioning why you want to know why about what.

That's not the case anymore, probably never will be again. He wants to tell you he's here to pay you back, suck up his pride and eventually apologize. He's just staring at you with a distant longing as if you'd read his mind before he's sighing and sucking in a breath as he looks away. Funnily enough revealing how flushed his ears are despite his chilled out demeanor.

"Why are ya asking, I obviously owe you something."

Classic.

His answer is so him you can't help the short laugh that involuntarily leaves you lips causing his head to snap towards you. You're lightly rolling your eyes as you take him in fully, maybe he went through some internal development while you were gone. Walking away so you could lounge on your bunk again you casually throw over your shoulder.

"Yeah, no shit."

You'd never understand how happy he was to hear that from you, hear anything from you for that matter. For the longest three months and couple of days here he'd been chasing the ghost of you, and now? He felt like he could get you to crack open for him again, even just a little bit.

His chest swelled again with that feeling only you gave him, though he never noticed it till you left. Sighing dreamily to himself as he makes his way back to Thanos.

[slavdollz4mangione]

hii could u pleaseee blurb like germaphobe luigi? after the footage of him and that hand sanitizer i can so clearly imagine him wincing at the sight of you in your outside clothes on his bed ahhhh

ANON I’M CRYINGGG 😭😭 here you go!

luigi practically flinches when you casually hop onto his bed still wearing your outside clothes. he freezes, eyes wide with a mix of shock and disbelief. “babe... no, no, no!” his hands flying up to his face like he's about to faint. he points dramatically at the bed, voice almost a whisper of horror, “do you really want to bring the outside world onto my perfectly clean sheets?'

you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully, but luigi is already on the move, his dramatic expressions intensifying. he begins pacing in front of the bed, shaking his head animatedly “i mean... the audacity! the germs! you’re killing me, baby”. his hands fly to his hips, giving you an exaggerated look of disbelief.

you try to hold back a grin, but it’s impossible. luigi narrows his eyes, folding his arms across his chest with a smug little tilt of his head. “you know i love you, right?” he says with a pointed stare, giving you just enough time to feel a little guilty. but then, his tone shifts as he gives you the serious boyfriend look. “but if i have to get the lysol, i’m gonna need a kiss first. fair warning.”

he sticks out his lip in a mock pout, his whole face an absolute picture of dramatic, italian charm. and then, in true luigi fashion, he inches towards the bathroom to get the cleaning supplies like it’s a very real threat, his hands raised like he’s preparing for battle. “i’m talking full disinfectant, babe. full. disinfectant. you wouldn’t want to risk it, would you?”

the threat is clear, but it’s impossible to stay mad at him. you take a step forward, and luigi's whole expression softens, though he still eyes the bed suspiciously. “come on, one kiss,” he says with a playful sigh, “and maybe i'll reconsider letting you sleep here tonight... maybe.”

[ssentimentals]

hi queen👑, I'm back to request another drabble to fill the loneliness in my heart LOL and still ready to be a lil suga momma if you ever decide to take commissions or just gifts 🎁 💗 one day I'll be brave enough to request without being anonymous, maybe then we can be friends 🥹👉👈

can I pleaseee request suggestive #39 with my ult dino?

have a great day 🥰

ahhh hi my angel! this is so cute and tbh the best proposal anyone has ever done to me (sugar momma wise) lol. and oh!! pls i would love for us to be friends!!! 💜 no pressure though, feel free to come off anon whenever you want. and of course you can request, hopefully you will like it!

suggestive prompt: 'you think you can run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want?'

being a brat is a full time job and dino is extremely thankful that you don't really take it seriously. you can act bratty occassionally, but most of the time he is not dealing with any kind of tantrums from your side. which is why he's a bit surprised and caught off guard with what's happening right now.

'throw that attitude out the window.' dino keeps his voice at level, even when his left eye is twitching from what he just heard. he watches as your eyes widen at his words and before you can go off, he adds: 'talk like a normal person, please.'

'what did you just say to me?' you ask, baffled. 'do you even hear yourself?'

'do you?' dino counters. with the corner of his eyes he can see that small crowd from a shop nearby is watching you two closely, very invested in the scene you are creating. 'just- let's finish this at home. let's just go home, get in the car.'

'like hell i will.'

dino can physically feel how his patience is wearing thin. your defiant pose with arms crossed over your chest and one hip cocked to the side is killing him and he wish it was in an angry way. you have no business in looking this hot, when you are being this annoying. god, some things are just really not fair. dino steps closer to you and pulls you into a crashing hug despite your protests: 'you think you can run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want? on the street? making a scene?' he whispers, smirking at the way you freeze and shiver in his arms. 'get in the car, honey.'

'i will not-'

'i will have my way with you in front of those stupid women, who are eyeing us since the moment you decided to go crazy.' he interrupts and loosens his hold just enough for you to turn your head and see who he's talking about. 'i swear i will.'

'you are crazy.' you whisper in disbelief, not fighting him anymore.

'yeah,' dino readily agrees, barely holding himself from kissing you senseless. 'totally insane about you.'

it's cheesy and doesn't fit at all in this conversation, but he's glad he said it because he can tell you're smiling in the crook of his neck now. good, he loves making you smile. he loves making you all breathy and moaning underneath him more though, so you two really need to get back home.

'get in the car,' dino says and thank god you listen.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[according2thelore]

Random question about some ABO verse, but do you think that they'd have something like a sex-ed class during middle/high school?

Like, just imagine Sammy (a bit weirded out) but so amazed that his big brother (O!Dean) has these "innate" abilities to be naturally "perfect" caregivers/companions, wayyyyy better than their "Alpha" dad who just dumps them and disappears days/weeks on end just to go "hunting with friends".

Idk, I like to imagine Sam going into a rabbit hole and reading up on whatever reading materials were available at school/the public library and eventually tries to find some law books after hearing about some changes in omega related legislation.

Anyway I'm just ranting at this point hahaha!

(Just ignore this ask if it's not something you're interested in 👍👍👍)

hi, anon!!!

NOT SOMETHING I'M INTERESTED IN????!?!?!??? this is EXACTLY what i'm interested in, anon!! thank you so much for sending it in!!!!!

let's TALKKKKKKKKK about baby sam PLEASEEE

something i have ALWAYS adored is the idea that sam, when he's young and right in that sweet spot after dean presents as an omega but before sam presents, he wants to be an omega so bad. like. sooooo bad.

his only real alpha influence in his life is his father, and we all know how he feels about his father and his "my-way-or-the-highway" mentality. john says something and expects you to hop-to it, because his word is law. bobby's a beta, and the only other alphas sam ever spends time around is the occasional teacher and caleb, when they end up in the same state and dad needs help on a hunt.

then dean presents, and everything about his little life changes. dean becomes even more protective of him than he thought possible. john pulls him aside and tells him that he and sam are going to have to keep an extra eye out for dean, because people might treat him differently.

despite this, john becomes more distant than ever as they become teenagers and he can leave them alone without raising too many eyebrows or risk them killing themselves like when they were ten and six.

when sam hits sixth grade, his teachers awkwardly announce that this is the first year they'll have a secondary designation class, and all of the kids titter awkwardly. a kid in sam's class has already presented, an alpha with burgeoning pimples on the baseball team.

sam has more context for dean's presentation, why he went still and shocked and why his smell was bad-bad-wrong-new-not-dean before it became fully dean again--fresh and calming and warm. he learns that there isn't really a way to predict what someone will present as, despite the playground taunts and characters in TV shows that insist they always knew someone was one-thing-or-another because of how they acted or dressed.

sam learns that omegas tend to be more naturally nurturing, and how they make nests when they're approaching heat. they're ferociously protective, especially over pups, and they are happiest and have the highest satisfaction rates if they have a strong community.

alphas are natural leaders. alphas are innate protectors, headstrong, and fiercely loyal. alphas scent their pups or mate or packmates to make sure they can go about their business unbothered, and butt heads with other alphas when challenged. alphas are supposed to make sure everyone in their pack is healthy, happy, and most importantly, safe.

sam can't stop his lip curling in disgust. their dad can usually only manage one or two out of three; he hits all three maybe five times a year.

sam's starting to realize that dean is kind of the perfect older brother. and kind of a perfect omega. despite the fact he's still kind of a dick. (sam bitterly remembers this morning when dean flipped the mattress because sam was going to make them late for school.)

sam--resentfully--can't remember the last time dad even tried to scent him or dean before he left for weeks at a time, while sam can still smell some of dean's open air-sunshine-musky scent on his own wrists from dean wrestling him near the door and doing his daily scenting.

it would be so nice, sam starts to think, as he reads about how omegas tend to form incredibly tight personal bonds, and how alphas always butt heads, if he presented as an omega, too. alphas are kind of lunk-heads anyway. he and dean could be the same. the thought fills him with a bubble of buoyant hope that he can't pop, all the way home.

he doesn't tell dean any of this, embarrassed in his fantasies of them running away together and starting a completely new life away from john and his abandonment and mission. maybe even...his ears flush, and he buries his face in his math book to hide his pink ears from dean--helping each other through heats. sam knows what dean smells like when he's in heat. since he's still unpresented, he's in charge of bringing dean food and water and making sure he doesn't die. dean has pulled him more than once into his nest for comfort, sam pressing his perpetually-cold fingers against dean's feverish forehead as dean's head lolled. it's been entirely familial. regretfully so. it would be...nice. really nice. if they could grow up and experience that together.

even if he was a beta, sam could be happy. he could still help dean through his heats, if dean was okay with that. they could still have a fully completed pack-bond, instead of the faint pup one they have now.

he becomes obsessed with omega laws--digging into books and city hall ledgers for hours. one time, a guy corners a seventeen-year-old dean in a gas station and sam--still completely unpresented--almost rips the guy's head off. dean absolutely had it covered, as he keeps snapping at sam the entire way back to the motel, but sam is still buzzing with rage that people are going to do this to dean--treat him like this--forever.

and then sam presents as an alpha, aged fourteen. a late bloomer.

he's devastated. dean pets his hair away from his forehead, stringy with sweat, and sits on the ground outside of the closed motel door throughout sam's entire rut. he parks the car right in front of the door and barely sleeps to make sure no one gets close to their motel room, since dad has been gone for the last week and a half. keeping him safe. an innate, natural protector. an instinctual caregiver.

sam cries into his pillow, even as he feels like his skin is going to peel off his bones, because he and dean will never be the same thing, now.

he knows dean's quietly upset, too. he thinks he failed dad in some way, by not being an alpha. the fact that sam doesn't find a ton of joy in being just like their asshole dad doesn't bring dean a lot of comfort. dean wants to be just like dad, wants to make him proud.

sam couldn't give a shit about making dad proud.

he stays devastated, until his civics class in freshman year. their unit on omega laws sets an absolute fire under his ass. omegas are just as capable as alphas. dean--who can gut a drower in ten seconds and has been stepping between his and dad's constant fighting more and more every single day (even if it's just to throw sam back on his ass, and despite the fact sam knows having two alphas dean feels loyalty for coming to blows and giving off all kinds of commanding and acerbic pheromones is a biological warhead for dean), and loves spaghetti westerns and can drink anyone under the table and has shed gallons of blood over the years to keep sam safe--is better than three of his alpha dad put together.

alphas are supposed to be protectors. they're supposed to keep others safe. and if sam has to be like this, he's going to harness it to help.

he can't stop looking up case law, can't stop researching legal precedent, and civic lawyers who represent omegas in court. he turns in a paper on Trent v Polaski for his AP government class, and his teacher asks if he's ever considered going to law school.

sam feels something hot and sharp and terrifying take root in his chest.

EEK!! i just love this ask, anon! i hope this was what you were looking for, but if not, PLEASE send another, lol! i love talking about omegaverse wincest, clearly!!! thank you again for this ask!! mwah mwah mwah <3

-lizzy

[mothlau]

Can we have lestappen with CREAMPIE pleaseee? Thank you so much, love ya 😚😚

bon soir anon and happy new year!!!! heres your porn:* old men yaoi style :* (kink meme here)

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“Please,” Max’s voice comes out muffled, his face buried in one of the throw pillows on their coach. Charles doesn’t have to see him to know how red his cheeks are, he’s seen the same sight enough times to be able to imagine it without much trouble.

Charles feels mean, he can’t be blamed for it. Having Max Verstappen like this, whimpering and shaking as he’s fucking three fingers into him… It does something to one’s brain, it melts it and recalibrates it and by the time it’s over, you can’t go back to how things were before. It happened to Charles, the first time they had sex, and it continued to happen every time since then.

He feels mean and cruel and there’s something in him that’s telling him he should make Max cry.

He pulls his fingers out, watching in awe as Max tries to close up around the emptiness left without Charles filling him. It’s maddening, how loose he is from the countless hours Charles has spent fucking his fingers into him, from how many hours he spent with his tongue in him, giving himself carpet burns on his knees. The same voice inside him is begging Charles to deny Max one more time, just until he’s slobbering all over himself and the pillow and his brain is mushy and melted.

The question is out before he really thinks it through, words harsh yet soft enough around the edges to remind Max they can call it quits. “I think I should try and see how many fingers you can take before you’re desperate enough to beg better, Maxie. Do you like how that sounds?”

Face still in the pillow, Max rapidly shakes his head no. On a good day, Charles would ignore his pitiful attempt to change Charles’ mind, but luckily for Max, today Charles is just as desperate, if not more. He needs to be inside his lover or else he may fucking die.

Scratch that, his dick will fall off, which is worse.

The lube is almost empty, he notices with some regret, as he coats his cock with the cold liquid. He has to buy more, perhaps they will even venture into the flavoured lube territory Alex has been raving about. Bent over the coach, naked and shivering, Max is whining impatiently, pushing his ass in Charles’ general direction. Charles has to throw away any thoughts of buying or even going to grab more lube from their dwindling stash.

First he has to fuck Max, then he can plan their next grocery trip.

He lines his dick up, slowly pushing in, inch by inch, while Max’s breathing turns more rugged with each small movement. By the time he bottoms out, the blond is panting underneath him, face turned to the side to breathe through the stretch.

Perhaps he should’ve spent more time eating him out and fingering Max until he was boneless. After all, it’s usually Charles who bottoms, it’s Charles who is used to the stretch and can take Max’s cock without struggle.

They stand still, breathing through together, adjusting; Max to the cock inside him, Charles to the tightness around him.

After a couple of seconds, Charles starts moving, rolling his hips experimentally, making sure Max is alright. His beautiful Max is pliant under him, taking whatever Charles gives him and then some. It makes him feel possessive, the knowledge that only he can make Max like this, that his is the only cock Max will ever take.

It takes everything in him not to cum on the spot, not to fuck into Max like a wild animal. It wouldn’t be the first time he has, but his back has killed him afterwards, and he has no intentions of making his old man issues worse.

He takes his time, setting a leisurely pace, fucking into Max in long, slow strokes. He knows Max can take it, he’s proved it every time he bent over for Charles. He likes that Max can handle it, that he can take Charles even when he’s not used to it.

It doesn’t last long, because his balls are already tight and ready to burst, and Max is clenching down on him, moaning like the whore Charles loves.

He picks up the pace, chasing the pleasure he knows is building up, trying to get Max there before him. It works, and a few thrusts later, Max is tightening around him and coming, crying out and spilling onto the couch.

It doesn't take much longer for Charles to finish, burying his cock deep inside his boyfriend as he comes, filling him up with his cum. Part of him wishes he could cum again, fuck another load into Max, but he doubts he could go again. Still, as he pulls out, Charles stares as his cum leaks out, first a small dribble, as Max clenches and tries to keep it in, but then, as Max starts to relax, more of it comes out.

It makes him want to push it back in, keep him full, plug him up. He's about to do just that, but his dick twitches pitifully and reminds him he's too old for that.

Instead, he leans down, pressing a kiss to the small of Max's back. "Stay here, I'll get you a towel."

"Aren't you going to plug me?" Max's voice is barely a whisper, and it takes him a moment to realise what his boyfriend is asking.

He's right, this isn't the first time they've done this, and in the past, when they were younger, Charles has kept him plugged, made him go about his day with Charles' cum deep inside him, his belly slightly bulging. Max loves keeping him plugged, if he could he’d keep Charles full of his cum every day, but Charles is different. Yes, he loves it when Max is plugged with his semen, but not always. It’s the thought of Max leaking, of his cum slowly trickling down his leg, that turns him on.

"No," Charles smiles, "I want to watch you leak, baby."

Max blushes, and Charles wonders if his dick will be up to the challenge of fucking him one more time. He's too tired for that, and his dick seems to agree, even if he doesn't.

He sighs, and gets up, grabbing a clean towel and a washcloth from the bathroom.

Max hasn't moved, lying on his front, his eyes closed. Charles wipes him gently, cleaning his hole and his thighs before he rolls him onto his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Shush," Charles presses the warm, wet cloth to his skin, gently rubbing the cum off his abs, "I'm taking care of you, baby."

He cleans him, and Max watches him with sleepy eyes. Once he's done, Charles helps him to his feet, and together they walk to the bedroom.

"Thank you," Max says as he slips under the covers.

Charles slides in next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You're welcome. You were amazing, thank you."

Max turns his head and presses a kiss to his lips, a smile playing on his lips. “I’m always amazing,” he whispers against Charles’ cheek. “I can feel your cum running down my thigh…”

Charles smirks and murmurs to himself, “Nice.”

[naturesapphic]

Would you write one where Nat is despeare and soaking wet. Her and her partenrs get caught but Nat didn't notice cause she was orgasming ?

And idk the rest ?

Almost Caught

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, kinda public sex, fingering, switch!natasha, switch!reader

Natasha and you were in the living room in the compound watching some James Bond movies when you started to get really horny. You didn’t know exactly why and why it’s getting worse as time passed on but you couldn’t control yourself when your sexy ass ex assassin girlfriend was beside you. You put one of your hands underneath the covers and started caressing her thigh. Natasha didn’t do anything at first but when your hand started to go higher and higher that’s when she put her hands on top of yours over the cover and gave you a knowing look.

“Not right now dekta. Anyone can walk in.” Natasha explained and you gave her a pout and puppy dog eyes that you knew she couldn’t refuse. “Pleaseee…I can already tell you are wet…let me take care of it for you mommy…” you begged your girlfriend and she looked around the room to make sure no one was around and she gave you a small nod of confirmation. You didn’t waste anymore time and slide your hand into her black shorts and was met with soaked underwear. You smirked at her and she gave you a look that said “shut up” which made you smirk even more.

“Look how wet and desperate you are for me nat…” you said lowly as you rubbed your fingers through her soaked folds. “Just fuck me alright y/n…” she begged as she closed her eyes at the pleasure. You obeyed and stuck a finger in her slowly and felt her take a deep breath in. “You’re so wet that I could already put in another finger.” You said cockily as you slid another finger in and started pumping them in and out of her. “F-fuck! Y/n…d-don’t stop! Gonna cum!” She moaned out as she grinded herself on your fingers. What you noticed was you felt like someone was watching you and you looked behind you to see the whole team watching you and staring.

You were about to scream at them for being perverts but nat decided to scream out loud as she orgasmed all over your hand. After she was complete done that’s when you lost your shit. “What the fuck guys! Why are you still here watching us!” You yelled out and nat quickly looked up to see your pissed off face and the shocked/turned on faces of your teammates. Nat felt her blood boil and gave the the deadly death glare she could manage and they ran away apologizing profusely, but later nat will make sure that they won’t ever spy on y’all again. “Hey you okay nat? I’m sorry we should have waited…” you apologized to her and she shook her head.

“It’s okay dekta. You didn’t know that they would do that and plus I was pretty horny myself so thank you for taking care of me and don’t worry, later, I’ll kill them.” She said and growled at the end which made you giggle. “Now…let me return the favor, but let’s finish this in our room.”

A/n: I hope the anon and the rest of y’all enjoyed this! Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[darylbae]

I LOVE YOUR DARYL ONESHOTSSS AAHHHHH

i wanna request another vampire Daryl x fem reader pretty pleaseee

I would write this myself but I do not trust my writing skills LOL. A basic summary would be a lone reader who kinda just travels around, and one night when seeking shelter from a thunderstorm she finds this guy named Daryl, barely alive, and nurses him back to health (as much as she can by feeding him rabbit and meat barely cooked per his request), before realizing that Daryl is a vampire but couldn't really care less ("There's dead people walking around and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?").

Maybe for some backstory the reader is looking for their dad (or something like that) who got taken by raiders, so she's traveling around trying to find him and killing anyone who gets in her way, so by the end Daryl and the reader make a deal that Daryl will help her, and she just has to provide the corpses.

Ofc, don't feel obligated to write this, I'm sure you get so many requests anyway 😭😭 Again, love your fics!

sweet thing — daryl dixon

in which you meet you make a deal with vamp!daryl, hoping to benefit each other

note: i hope this is what you wanted anon, and u are too kind! i am so grateful for every lovely comment i get, it really keeps me motivated to write.

The rain was pricking at your cold skin, eyes almost closed to keep the droplets from invading your sight, and there wasn't an end in sight. You had to find him. Your dad, the only familiar sight left in this damned world, was gone. You'd sat around a fire one night, sharing a can of beans, giggling about another guess the song game you'd been playing. Then you'd woken up, and he was gone. You knew he'd been taken, it wasn't hard to realize, his stuff still surrounded you as you cried into his jacket that morning. There had been raiders on your trail for a while, it was actually a group you'd split away from a while ago. Looking to drag you back in. Why hadn't they taken you too? You wondered every day since, all thoughts leading to you feeling too useless to anyone. So now you wander, hoping to find a lead to get you back on track to finding your dad again. You'd spotted a metal panel propped between two trees, it had almost resembled a hut, and it seemed the only shelter for miles. It'll do for tonight.

You'd lost count of the days now, it all consisted of walking, stopping to eat and drink, kill walkers. Still in the same God forsaken woods that you lost your dad in. The raiders typically stayed in wooded areas, easier to conceal themselves, which was proving to be true. Leaning against the coarse bark of the tree beside you, you'd sighed deeply and readjusted the gun on your hip. Another stolen prize from the raiders which had helped you immensely in escaping. It was time to search for a place to stay. It had started raining again, however much worse than it had last time. Thunder was booming around you, the rain quick to soak your clothes and your hair becoming stuck to your skin. In the distance you could see a shed, or what looked like a small house. Your brain had squeezed onto the hope of shelter, picking up the pace as you broke free of the woods. It was, in fact, a small home. A bungalow of sorts, good enough for you for a few nights. It didn't seem occupied, but you were still cautious, so you'd equipped your blade and held it up as you breached the door. It was worn down, seemingly vacant since outbreak. But in the corner, by a fireplace, you had spotted a shadow. A moving shadow. You hadn't thought it through, you just rushed over to the person, in hopes it would have been your dad. It wasn't. But it was a man, who seemed to be on Death's door. Wheezing in and out, shivering as his coat laid over his body, ghastly pale. You'd thrown your bag off your shoulder, ripping it open to find your makeshift First Aid kit. "Hey, you still awake over there?" You asked, incredibly surprised at your confidence around a stranger. A wounded stranger. He grumbled, giving you enough confirmation to keep administering First Aid. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch."

Turns out he'd been stabbed, too weak to patch himself up. These were all just guesses, as he'd remained silent in the corner ever since you'd gotten here. However, he stayed. Even as you went out to find some dry firewood, after the rain had stopped, he was still sprawled out in the corner of the room. You'd started a fire, and sat comfortably in front of it as you let your food cook and clothes dry. "Do you have a name?" You asked, glancing over to the man. He met your eyes for one second, pulling them away from yours in the next. He remained quiet. "If we're going to inhabit the same home for a while then the least I expect is some information." You spoke, stabbing the bits of rabbit with a stick on your improvised grill made of wire and clothing hangers. "Daryl." He mumbled, taking the coat down from his face and sitting up. It was nice to see more of his face now, and strands of his hair stuck on his face. His voice was smoky, gruff, kinda hot. You hadn't thought about someone like that since before the world ended. It had just been you and your dad, except for the group of raiders you'd abandoned. You smiled into the fire, happy you were making progress. "Want some rabbit?" You offered, waving the end of the stick over at him with a cooked chunk of rabbit meat. He shook his head. "I'll find my own food." "Come on," you huffed, "eat some damn food. You need it if you want to heal." "I like it rare." "How rare?" You asked, ready to chuck some more on the grill. "Not touched the fire kinda rare." You grimaced, gesturing towards the cut up meat on the floor next to you. He leaned forward, wincing as he held his stitches, and stole a few pieces for himself. It didn't satisfy him like you probably would, but this was unbeknownst to you, he had to sit in the corner and control himself. You'd been nice enough to keep him alive, so he owed you that much. "So why do you eat raw meat? Won't you get sick from that?" You questioned, done with your food for the night and just using the fire for warmth. He shook his head. Guess that was too far. Silence lay heavily on the pair of you, Daryl too interested in a crack on the wall, and you watching the flames dance in front of you. It was you making all the conversation, so you had assumed that was it for the night. You'd climbed onto the couch, laying as comfortably as you could, and closing your eyes, hoping to have a dreamless night. "Ya won't believe me. You'll run." You heard, and you'd sat up, facing Daryl who was now sat up, arms resting on his knees with his head dipped down slightly. "Why?" You asked. "Why would I run?" Daryl paused. He didn't want to be alone again. As new as you were to his life, he liked company above all else. Even if you were pushy. "I prefer humans." "You're a cannibal?" You shivered, sat up properly now, ready to make a run for it. "NO." Daryl answered, "well, kinda." "Vampire?" You asked. Judging by his silence, you were right. And it shocked you how... normal you were about it. "Okay." You laid back down, clothes still damp and uncomfortable. But sleep was catching up quick. "Ya ain't gonna run?" He asked, and there was a hint of innocence you could hear. Like a child that had been walked out on one too many times. "No," you answered, still laid down but eyes open and looking at him, "the world has ended, the dead are alive, and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?" "Myth." You smiled, happy to close your eyes again. "You gonna suck my blood?" He wanted to, so bad. He wanted to taste that sweet blood pumping around that pretty body. "No. Don't wanna hurt ya." Your heart quickened, and you were embarrassed how much of an effect this stranger was having on you. You needed some action. Bad.

The fire was out when you'd woken up, and the man in the corner, Daryl, was gone. You lifted your head, noticing the coat that had once covered him, was now covering you. Your cheeks tinged pink at the sentiment, as you'd sat up fully now, still keeping the coat nicely snug around you. He hadn't left, surely? You'd made your way outside, the heavy thud of your boots alerting him of your presence, as you'd found him on the porch smoking. "So you can still smoke, huh?" You asked, sitting down next to him and observing his demeanor. Even the way he moved was hot. "Same as you are, just different diet." "Guess that answers my question of how you're in the sunlight." You giggled, and you could almost see a smirk threatening to show on his face. "Want your coat back?" "Nah," he croaked, mid-inhale, "looks better on ya." You couldn't quite believe your life had come to flirting with a vampire in the apocalypse. "Going somewhere?" He asked, and he was a lot more talkative than yesterday. You shook your head. "All I've done is wander the woods for God only knows how long, I plan on staying for a while." Daryl knew it was a topic for another night. So he stayed silent. "Gonna find some dinner. Stay inside." He instructed, standing up and stubbing the end of his smoke. You nodded your head at him, planning on making this home a bit more homely.

Daryl had been gone a while, and you'd cleaned up the place a bit. Making it look not-so-run-down. And you'd even found a book, to accompany you as you waited on dinner. He'd returned back after sunset, having been gone all day. And you were becoming ravenously hungry. "Took you a while." You commented, slamming the book closed and getting up to get the fire lit. "Yeah, sorry," he grumbled, "see ya kept ya'self busy." He looked around at the space you were sharing, seeing it didn't look nearly as bad as it did when he found it. You had only just looked up at him, seeing a sleeveless shirt and being more interested in that than the deer slung around his neck. His toned arms, patches of blood and debris from hunting all day, it was enough to drive you mad. "Hey," he clicked at you, and you felt shameful, "eyes are up here." He joked, and you smiled awkwardly at him. "Ready to eat?"

You'd eaten a good amount of meat, both of you now sharing the couch. Shoulders touching, thighs touching, your heart was beating loudly in your ears. "What's got ya out here?" He asked, his gruff voice sending goosebumps up your arms. But the question was something you didn't know if you were ready to share the answer to. But Daryl could help, he could get you closer to him. Finding your dad again was all that matters. "It's been me and my dad for the longest time. We'd met up with a group of raiders a while ago, who did things we just weren't okay with, so we up and left in the middle of the night." You sighed, heart aching for your dad and wherever he was. "They've been hunting us since. And we settled down one night, and when I woke up, he was gone. Taken. I've been trying to find him ever since." Daryl's hand found your thigh, and you almost jumped at the contact. "I'm sorry." He offered his condolences, and the feeling of his hand on your leg was starting to catch fire. "Not your fault, unless you were a raider." You turned to him, and he shook his head, that smirk appearing once more. "What's your plan next?" "I'm not sure, I just needed shelter for a few nights so I could conjure a plan, until I found you." You admitted, a sweet smile upon your lips and you looked at him. Friendships tended to form a lot faster in the apocalypse, but you weren't sure what this was. Daryl was silent for a moment. "You given up?" "No. Never." "Well let's look for him, together." He suggested. "I'll rip through that whole group if I have to." "You'd help me?" You asked in disbelief. "I like ya company," he confessed, like a dirty truth, "wanna keep ya around. Gotta help each other out." You were beaming on the inside, if this wasn't confirmation of a friendship, then you didn't know what was. "What do I do for you?" Daryl looked at you, your sweet, innocent features, eyes full of curiosity and hope. You'd seen things, but you were truly broken yet. "Help me find bodies, people, not worthy of life, and I'll help ya find ya dad." He demanded, but his voice was low. You found yourselves inching closer together, and Daryl's thumb delicately dragged over your cheekbone. "Sweet thing. I'll help ya."

[w4nd3r3r123456]

Could you write a forced marriage drabble with a yandere whumper pleaseee

Hey Anon, Thanks for the ask and sorry it took me a while to get to this. Lemme know if you want me to add/ change any part Not proof read. DM if I need to fix anything. Prompt 1:

Whumpee stared at their reflection in the gold lined mirror. A few hours ago they were grinning like an idiot, eagerly awaiting their wedding, but oh how things went so horribly wrong so awfully fast. White lace framing their bright face, cheeks rosy, and lips crimson with the blood of their lost love as specs of glitter danced upon their eyelids. They let out a broken whimper, ignoring the sets of hands that worked on them. The group of random people that had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, constantly prying at their hair, clothes, and touching up their face. Within the next half an hour, they were being escorted through the banquet hall and into yet again, another unfamiliar room where they waited for what seemed to be ages, forcing back tears so as to not ruin their makeup. The door creaked open, Whumpee snapped their head to the entrance, only to drop it back down as Whumper stalked towards them, a chilling grin playing their lips. “I know it’s bad luck to see my bride before we’re wed-” Whumpers fingers gently ran through Whumpee’s hair “ but lord knows i couldn’t wait any longer” His fingers left their head to grip Whumpee’s chin. “You look gorgeous” He commented, a now more sincere smile plastering his face. Whumpee’s jaw trembled, a single tear slipping down their face, those were words their soon to be husband was supposed to say to them, not this-....this monster that had killed them. Whumper’s grin faltered as he wiped it away, “stop crying, you should be grateful. I saved you from absolute disaster” Whumper demanded in almost a whisper before leaning down to press a kiss to Whumpee’s forehead, forcing their face back towards himself as he leaned down further “Tonight, I promise I'll make you the happiest person in the world.” Whumper’s breath tickled Whumpee’s ear, sending a small shiver down through their body, they nodded their head in denial “N-no please” they began begging, not getting through a single plea before fully breaking down, falling to their knees and grasping the hem of Whumper’s dress pants. “P-please please” they sobbed. Whumper stood straight and still now, his face hard. Silently, he pulled away from the shaking form, pulling a chair out infront of them and plopping himself down with a content sigh. Whumpee continued to cry on the floor, their gown creating a snow white circle around them. Whumper watched on for a few minutes before he pushed the tip of his shoe under Whumpee’s chin, lifting their face with the polished leather. “Don’t make me kill someone else.” Whumpee’s eyes went wide “Stop being so dramatic, I only got rid of the brute, your parents are still out there, your cousins, your siblings, everyone you love. They all came for your  wedding, it’d be a shame if they died without witnessing it, hmm?” Whumper pressed his knuckles to his chin, lazily waiting for a response that never came. He moved his foot, tapping the side of Whumpee’s face with it “Wow, talk about disobedience.” Whumper let out an annoyed sigh as he pulled himself off the chair, kneeling down on one knee “How about this, you marry me without a fight, and i’ll let everyone else go. Everytime you do something that displeases me-” He imitated a gun with his fingers “Boom.”  ______________________________________________________________

Whumpee’s body trembled as they were escorted down the aisle by a stranger, their eyes focusing not on the terrified people around them, most of them now gagged and tied to their seats, but to the man waiting for them, a grin on his face again as he saw Whumpee approach. They had no problem holding back tears, not until they reached the altar and spotted their groom's dead body. Blood seeping from the bullet wound to his head, eyes still open but void of life. Whumpee broke down again, Whumper ignored them. Signaling for the vows to be said as he wrapped his arms around Whumpee, forcing them to stay on their feet. Whumpee hardly registered anything after, Whumper making them say “yes” to everything, the kiss, leading them away into the sleek black limo. They hadn’t processed anything until they were being led into a dimly lit room, clothes slowly peeled back, layer by layer, as Whumper enjoyed himself. ________________________________________ Scenarios 1. Whumpee and everyone else waiting for an extremely late Groom to arrive, only for him to stumble out, coughing up blood before getting shot in the head by the unknown person.

2. Whumper and Groom having said all their vows, a random person rushing up, grabbing Whumpee and kissing them. Not telling Whumpee go as screams and gunshots echo through the hall. 3. Whumper waiting at Whumpee's honeymoon location to get rid of said groom where no one else will know. 4. Whumpee and Groom enjoying their night tgthr only for Whumpee to wake up next to a random man. 5. Whumper making Whumpee say all the vows Infront of Groom before killing him. 6. Maybe Whumper keeps Groom as motivation for Whumpee to behave. 7. Whumper spending the night with Whumpee, making groom watch everything.

[katsdynam1ght]

pleaseee rant about fuyumi and enji's relationship sometime. they are so important in my heart and i ONLY want to hear it from u bc your takes on enji. genuine breath of fresh air i mean it. I LOVE HIM + HIS HORRIBLE COMPLEXITY IM TIRED OF PRETENDING I DONT. i trust ur mind so much i would love to hear ur thoughts on them. 💕💕

anon i have no idea who you are but i adore you and will happily oblige

first and foremost let’s acknowledge that fuyumi is the only female child of four, and once her mother is out of the house and their caretaker is retired, she’s the only girl (and later woman) in the house at all. it’s stated in canon that she did all the cooking for natsuo after this, but that shouto (and presumably enji?) was not present to partake. what this implies is that fuyumi took on the motherly role once rei was gone: a very common experience for daughters of any age.

immediately, this makes their relationship complex. neglect aside, being forced into a parental role as a child is incredibly taxing, and we see evidence of how it’s affected fuyumi by her behavior in season five (intense people pleasing, desperation for everyone to get along, stress and anxiety when they don’t, etc). i do believe that she genuinely loves her father, but i also am sure that part of that love is fear. at such a young age (12) she lost both her older brother and her mother, barely knew her baby brother, and quickly had to play mom for her younger. if anything, this poor girl was terrified that she’d lose the others, too.

here’s where i want to note something that i think 98% of the fandom will disagree with me on: sending rei to a mental hospital was NOT the hellish abusive act everyone seems to think it is??? like dude. her baby just fucking died. her eldest child died (and she couldn’t stop it) and all they have left of him is a piece of his jaw. she broke. she hurt a five-year-old boy. if enji hadn’t sent her away, what else might she have done??? hurt the others? killed herself? dude. she was lost in her grief and needed help. that’s why he sent her away—it just comes off differently because we only learn about it from 5yo shouto’s perspective, and that kid was biased as fuck.

(also, there’s a panel or two somewhere of enji standing with flowers presumably at the hospital, and we know rei had flowers in her room. i am of the belief that he hand-delivered them (but couldn’t see her for obvious reasons) to ensure they were received because you know what? that man loves his family and his wife and he regrets everything he did. deal with it.)

(and i know nobody wants to hear this but rei loves him too. Deal With It.)

but i digress. let’s go back to fuyumi.

as the eldest daughter and pseudo-mother in her family, she also bears the brunt of everyone’s emotions. that is… just what happens. i don’t think anyone will deny that. women (especially in a traditional household like the todorokis) are emotional laborers and put in a position to be responsible for everyone’s peace. it’s exhausting, but it’s also the only thing fuyumi really has left if she wants to keep her family. and she does, obviously. they’re all she has. (this is something else that happens when you lose siblings or parents at such a young age, or when there’s a lot of conflict in the home. you just want to have a family. you want everyone to be happy. i personally have a very intimate understanding of how desperately fuyumi just wants her family back. that feeling never goes away.)

we don’t get a lot of information on what happens during the decade of shouto’s life from five to fifteen, which means we don’t get a lot on the rest of the family, either. rei has been in the hospital, natsuo has grown up and started at college, fuyumi has become a teacher and maintained her parental role, and enji has continued his career. we don’t know what the house looked like during this time and a lot of people have a lot of theories, but… hm. i don’t know. i think it’s hard to say. given the flowers for rei (and his arc throughout canon), i do think enji had to have made some changes during this time. but it’s hard to say how and how much and what impact it had. we know shouto was still pretty isolated throughout this, so… maybe not much. certainly not enough.

even so, it seems apparent that he and fuyumi have had a relationship throughout all of this. again, she has a tendency to people-please, and she loves her father, and her father (who again lost his eldest son and has only a fragment of his jaw bone) is a broken man. comforting him is only natural. it’s practically her responsibility (in feeling, not in fact). and enji, of course, because he has no other support network, relies on his daughter. he depends on her as men often depend on women (and obviously realizes his wrongdoing in this, as it’s part of his apology in season seven).

if you ask me, pre-war arc, i think their relationship is the most loving out of anyone in the family. it’s not healthy, not yet, but it can be made healthy much easier than the others can, and i think fuyumi is more willing to forgive him than anyone else. because the thing is—fuyumi is willing to acknowledge her father’s humanity.

i think this is one of the things that frustrates me most about the fandom’s response to enji. i understand where it comes from, of course, and i’m not saying he is by any means innocent. but there comes a point where you have to put your own biases aside and acknowledge a character’s humanity. it infuriates me to no end that this fandom will redeem the entire league of villains but cast endeavor aside and damn him for all eternity. i know why, again (because in fiction abuse is always worse than murder), but i don’t care. if a character has the capacity for repentance then they have the capacity for redemption.

i also never understand the difference between redemption and atonement because to me they’re the same thing, and enji is a prime example of it. he knows what he did wrong. he knows he can’t undo it. he won’t try to. all he can do (and what he Does do) is be better. how can anyone ask him of anything more. how DARE anyone ask him of anything more. he’s a mortal man, not God. that’s the entire point of the portrayal of MHA’s top heroes: they are not invincible deities. they’re human. they’re going to fail. and fail. and fail. and fail. but what makes them different from everybody else? they want to be good. they want to help others. they’re trying. they may fall and slip up and it may not all go according to plan, but damn it if they aren’t trying.

beyond everyone else, i believe fuyumi understands this. her father is not, can not, and will not ever be perfect. but he’s trying. she knows how human he is, firsthand. how can she ask him for more than the effort he’s given? this is already so much better than how things were before. and she loves him. and he loves her. she’ll wait as long as it takes for him to grow.

here i must note (as always) that i haven’t read the manga. i do not know how it ends. any time i see content about the todoroki family’s ending, i skim or scroll past to avoid spoiling myself. everything i say is based on my understanding of canon and of the characters and information we are given, and everything that follows this is purely how i plan to write the todoroki family in some future fic where i actually address all of this and force people to like enji.

i don’t know how any of their stories end, but i believe fuyumi keeps in touch with her father. visits. has family dinner when possible (minus natsuo, or scheduled so natsuo and enji can arrive at different times and avoid each other). she still visits her mother and her brothers. she loves all of them as much as she always has. enji doesn’t force anyone to keep in touch (and given his injuries i doubt he could even if he wanted to, but even if we diverge post-season six as i tend to do, he still wouldn’t try to keep anyone who doesn’t want to stay. i mean he built them a whole separate house. does the fandom just forget that) but they love each other, for sure. he’s proud of her. proud of all his kids really. not so much of himself. but he loves them so much more than he will ever be able to express. and fuyumi has grown into such an amazing young woman. i think he admires her more than she knows.

what really gets to me about the todoroki family and everyone’s misinterpretations of it is the amount of love in their household. so many people write it and there’s no love in sight, but that’s an immediate indicator that they don’t understand. because here’s the thing—that entire family is built on love and all the ways it goes wrong. there is so much love there it makes me sick. but none of them have any clue how to express it—and that’s the real tragedy of the todorokis. they’re all fated to get it wrong.

(“kats their marriage was arranged wtf do you mean enji and rei love each other” dude that’s the entire point. the fandom does rei a MASSIVE disservice by taking away her agency in that choice. she Knew what she was getting into and she Chose him. do NOT downplay this woman’s decision for the sake of shoving her into your helpless female victim battered wife box. fuck you. their marriage was arranged, but she agreed to it, and as stated, she was cold to him at first. but she opened up, they got to know each other, and damn you if you think they didn’t love one another then. they built that love brick by brick. how dare you suggest otherwise.)

i’m really beginning to go on some tangents here, so i think this is where i close. but the point that i’m trying to make overall is that there is so much love in that family and no capacity to express it. but i think enji and fuyumi try. i’m certain they figure out proper boundaries someday and he doesn’t put so much on her. i’m certain she still visits and i’m certain she forgives him. i’m certain he has a hard time believing that when she tells him, but that he swallows his doubt and thanks her anyway. he really is so proud.

thank you anon for this ask. it was a delight to wake up to and write out at the start of my day. i love talking about the todoroki family (i’m very passionate if you can’t tell) and if you ever have anything else you want to hear don’t be afraid to send another :)) i’m always happy to share my thoughts.

[malevolentconfessions]

dear oscar hater anon,

i will find you. you are not safe. i am outside of your home. i am waiting for you. i have a knife and a rope. i will tie you down and force you to listen to my 574892020348 word rant on oscar's character. i will burn you at the stake.

how dare you insult my wife

sincerely

oscar's number one fan

slash jay anyway

oscar does not have the personality of a wet paper towel. oscar literally knocked the butcher out with a bedpan AND was the one telling arthurto lock the fuck in and "don't cut it out. cut. IT. OFF." to oscar's arm when it got the bug whatever it was inside of it fuck that was so hot i kicked my feetlistening to it (showing that even through the panic oscar was thinking clearly and able to come to a decision in a split second and arthur was about to Not do it but oscar was like you HAVE to with that line)

oscar despite being reluctant to be dragged into maries shit BECAUSE marie killed her husband and oscar was like what the fuck cause babygirl has morals and had no choice but to help oscar is soooo <3333333333

cause he ALSO is devoted to good and caring for people in general wants to be selfless like he runs a soup kitchen for homeless people and worries about others and wants to help arthur despite not even knowing him AND oscar has a sense of morals in the way that oscar wouldnt do something that he believes is wrong in the way that he doesnt regret near killing that father mckenna flop whoever and thats really cool and interesting and realistically going off this oscar wouldnt be mad about losing an arm or whatever hes smart enough to know it was the best option AND asking for the arm to be cut off himself like if you think oscar has 0 personality or whatever then youre the one caught up in too much fanon because fanon tends to make oscar woobified

anyway i think its cool oscar isnt just standard overly nice guy typeshit like his manner of speaking and everything its way more direct and stuff and oscar isnt afraid of openly being a bitch if need be (that phrasing isnt right but whatever)

anyway oscar should get to kill a man (oscar please stab me with your rosary until i bleed out and die pleaseee)

i definitely forgot points in here but my brain is fried i thought about oscar for one second and vaporized instantly

goodnight all

I agree, I think he's a really fascinating character with a lot of intricacies!

[fae-morrigan]

hi…I was thinking about your jay/damian step-brothers au (I hope I got the right blog bc I searched through your blog and didn’t find anything but like I’m so sure it was you), but anyway…any scraps you have about this au that you can share…pleaseee

like their initial reactions and whether or not this is something Damian would flaunt, or anything else you have 🙏

How about a little more than just some scraps? For you, my lovely anon, who asked about the thing I've been circling in my brain for WEEKS?!

Sara and Talia get together when Damian isn't born yet. It starts as just a convenience thing, putting aside their nasty breakup as college students to raise their kids with a more unified/powerful house. And then of course they re-catch their feelings and their marriage becomes For Love.

Jay, who's of course around 6 (and just lost his other mom) thinks Damian is a very ugly baby. He comes around eventually.

Sara and Talia's respective influence on their sons ends up changing a lot about these two in this AU.

For one, Jay, like Damian, is trained from combat from childhood, and ends up taking a specialty in bladed weapons (where Damian is more of a jack of all trades). He ends up also being a lot less shy and even is actively assertive even before the experiments, making him a bit of an oddball in Gamorra (which retains Japan's culture of politeness) but also a bit of a leader. He ends up taking after Talia in terms of her strategic cunning when it comes to people, more than willing to pluck a person out of the crowd if he thinks they have a shared goal.

Meanwhile, with Sara's influence (specifically kicking Ra's to the curb immediately because only son boy allowed and Gamorra MORE than has the resources to tell him to shove it) Damian has a much more... Normal isn't the word, but happy is, childhood. They still have their grand political goals that these two are being raised to help realize, but Gamorra has a huge culture of 'it takes a village' when it comes to kids and so from the start Damian sees himself less as the top of a lateral hierarchy and more a leading part of a grander horizontal convoy.

(I'll elaborate a bit on Ra's in a later post once I pin down Jon & Nika in this au. Stay tuned!)

The fall of Gamorra goes, somehow, even worse. Talia and Sara in this au are not above rigging the election to make sure Bendix, Least Obvious American Plant Ever, doesn't win and take control of all their combined assets, except Bendix decides an election is for suckers and in this au just straight up stages a coup with American backing. Both Talia and Sara get captured: Sara gets taken first, with Talia and Jay getting captured together while ensuring Damian escapes to Bruce.

Damian's first meeting with Bruce in this au is not precipitated by his final birthday victory over Talia- In this AU, they never played that game at all, as Damian had zero interest in ever knowing his father (why dad when perfectly good two moms?). Rather, its precipitated by being the only survivor of his family when imperialism came knocking.

He still becomes Robin, and he still has an arc around learning the true power of violence and Why Killing Is Bad, but its with a different set of challenges: Rather than trying to help Damian unlearn his arrogance and deep-rooted trained violence, Bruce has to help Damian overcome his survivors guilt. Part of Damian's motivation for staying Robin and becoming the strongest is to save his mothers and his brother here.

He hates the other bats even more at first, here. They're not Jay, so why bother? His brother is gone.

Jay's story also goes almost the same but with slight differences- He still finds the revs, and still founds The Truth, and still sets out on a quest to exploit and destroy Bendix, but....

Everyone he exposes in The Truth's pages as helping Bendix's regime? Yeah, he kills them. With a sword.

(Also he's a bit of an arrogant dickhead here because he immediately gets to the revs and decides it is HE who is in charge. Dont worry, they soften him up a bit.)

The plot of this au formally kicks off when Robin (Damian), during the We Are Robin arc (which plays out almost entirely the same) gets wise to a string of mysterious murders that has seemingly migrated from Metropolis to Gotham.

I'm really proud of these designs btw, lol. Jay's especially.

Thanks for asking! I'll have more on this AU soon and will absolutely accept any more questions you guys have.

[heongiu]

Gun x reader fluff? Gun being jealous of us over a kitten ? 🥺👉👈👈

yessss ofcourse! our Gun being a babygirl is all I ever need! tysm for the request anon!

Gun x Reader | “me or it?”

“Gun..” you whined lowly, showing him the best of your puppy eyes, and all that you tried was in vain. He was not an easy nut to crack, well not at all if it werent for you, but he was somewhere deep down weak for you.

“nope, not at all, its raining like crazy, and you want to pet that cat? really? what if you get wet or catch a cold? I cannot risk that you know” He replied to you, trying hard to sound so cold and ruthless, but really there was a hidden hint of softness to his voice, one which only you could notice.

“Gun..please?..I wont take much time I promise!…pleaseee?” But you werent going to back off that easy either, you were stubborn, and no body can move you away once you have decided something. maybe, he was considering it, maybe somewhere he was thinking of your request. but finally he agreed.

“fine, not more than 5 minutes okay? and no I wont adopt it in case you become too attached” He spoke, opening the door for you so you could step outside on the sidewalk where the little kitten was hidding in a wooden box.

“what a poor kitty…must be hard for you here right?” you picked it almost like you were caressing a baby, softly placing the small kitten inside your arms carefully, in case you drop it, you wouldn’t but precaution is always good.

“its soooo cute!!” Trying to contain your happiness at the wholesome of the small innocent brown kitty.

but there was someone who was..not liking it at all. and it was no one other than Gun himself.

“Caring so much for a small kitty huh? its not like its gonna survive out here in the wild, theres no point” the jealousy was smell-able, very strong scent of jealousy indeed.

“cmon Gun! dont be so pesky, its just a poor little kitten” you lightly punched his arm from the back, he was not happy at all. what had the kitten done to deserve your precious attention and why not him? he deserves it too and probably more, he cares for you so much doesn’t he? and he loves you just as much, then why would you care for this kitten more?

“ugh..5 minutes are gonna be up soon you know?” he remarked, obviously getting more irritated as he watched you show the little kitten your love more and more by every passing second.

“Aw man..I wish I could take it home, but anyway, I hope you stay safe” you blow a kiss to the kitty, before putting it down to where it was. Now all that was left for you to do was go back inside your car and ride back home. Gun seemed happier now, well, almost like he was about to kill it if you had stayed there longer, but he didnt want to make you upset in any way, after all, you did really love that grumpy man.

just know when you returned home, he didnt even leave you alone for a second, cuddling and hugging you, nuzzling his face in your chest, he wanted your love too, hes just as adorable as the kitten!

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

“I can’t help it (when you look at me like that).” kanders pleaseee!!!

i feel like i don't see enough kanders around... i'm a sucker for young kanders where karl is just head over heels smitten for this larger-than-life little mage who's equal parts a prodigy and a rebel.... i love them so much....

a soft, unsad Kanders snippet for @dadrunkwriting ! hope you enjoy lovely anon friend!

Karl should have said no when Trilla had requested that he stand in for this class. They were hopeless on the best of days, and with a six-foot, willowy blonde distraction in their midst, they were even worse. Force magic was not the forte of any of the students in this unfortunate throng; ten junior mages gathered in a disused portion of the library to fine tune their skills. 

He winced as yet another copy of Herbet’s 101 Uses For Elfroot tumbled toward the floor, arrested with a flick of Karl’s wrist just before it slammed into the stone. He nudged the book upright in the air and sent it back to the shelf, slipping it in with practiced ease. Books were probably not the ideal training tool, but he’d always found this particular skill useful. If a bit hedonistic, when ladders were just as easily available. 

“Congratulations on getting a book from the correct shelf, at least,” Karl said with a long-suffering sigh, punctuating it with a smile to take the edge off. 

The student who’d dropped the book was pink-cheeked, eyes bright with humor. None of them took this seriously, and the fulcrum of it was Anders. Who wasn’t even supposed to be here.

Anders was in his sixth year, freshly returned from his fourth hiatus. There’d been a month between the templars dragging him back and his rerelease into the general population, but that hadn’t been long enough to either dampen his spirit or quell the enraptured gossip of his peers. They wouldn’t get anything else done today. “On that note,” Karl added, “we will reconvene next week. Same time.” He gestured at the door with one hand, pinching the headache at the bridge of his nose with the other. “Anders? Stay behind please.” There were a few hurried whispers, Anders promising his dangerous tales to students that worshiped him like a hero, and Karl had to suppress his own discomfort. “Out,” he said more loudly. With a disappointed murmur, the gaggle of starstruck mages dispersed, leaving him alone with Anders. 

“Where are you even supposed to be right now?” Karl hissed. 

Anders’ grin was sheepish, but his eyes were full of mischief. “In the laundry.” “In the laundry,” Karl echoed. “Not down here disrupting my class.” “I asked if I could stay!” Anders protested with a huff of laughter, standing up from the seat he’d taken at the table and edging around it, closer to Karl. Karl took an involuntary step toward him and stopped himself. “What was I supposed to say with you…looking at me. Like that.” “Like what?” Anders asked, feigning innocence. Taking another step closer, glancing over his shoulder at the quiet stacks behind him. He met Karl’s eyes again, pink lips turning up at one side with a self-satisfied smirk. “Like that,” Karl told him with another sigh, finally crossing the distance between them and lifting a hand to Anders’ face. With a thumb, he traced the smiling curve of soft lips. “Like you can just have whatever you want.” Anders’ shuffled closer still, head tilted just slightly up, brown eyes warm in the low light. “Can’t I?”

Karl desperately wanted to pretend he’d misunderstood the question. To address the other things—not Karl’s touch—that Anders wanted. That he felt entitled to. Freedom, a place outside the Circle, to practice his magic without a templar breathing down his neck. All of these were things he couldn’t have, things that were going to get him killed in the pursuit of them. But telling Anders no was like holding a flame to a wick and expecting it not to catch fire. 

“Next time find me after class?” Karl suggested instead. “No one will pay attention to anything else with you here.”

Anders’ eyes flicked over Karl’s shoulder to the bookshelf and he nodded smugly toward it. “Including you.”

Confused, Karl glanced behind them, finding Herbet’s dry botanical tome upside down.

[rvlwrttn]

Reaction: Red Velvet - You Can't Fall Asleep Without Them

Idol: Red Velvet

{ Fluff }

Requested: Yes!

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Note: Thank you to the anon that requested this! And to other people that requested, I'll write as many as I can. Enjoy~

Irene:

When she came home after a long practice session with the girls, she found you curled up on the bed, humming mindlessly to yourself.

Her heart warmed at the sight and warmed even more once you spotted her, inviting her into your now open arms.

“I’m home.” She murmured softly, settling herself against you.

“Mmm, finally, I can sleep.” You mumbled into her shoulder, before closing your eyes and tightening your hold on her.

Irene felt her heart fill with joy (no pun intended) and she drifted off to sleep herself, secretly loving the fact that you needed her.

. . .

Seulgi:

Seulgi sat on the couch, basically on the edge of her seat and mussing her hair constantly as she watched the last few episodes of her favorite drama.

“No no no! He was dead, wasn’t he?!”

“Seulgi, pleaseee.” You whined for the third time. “Let’s go to sleep, I’m exhausted! Work was horrible today.”

“One second, Y/N. There’s just 2 more episodes to go.”

“But I’ve told you, it’s really hard for me to fall asleep without you there.” You yawned. Seulgi quickly paused the episode.

“Wait, really? You can’t sleep without me?” Seulgi cooed.

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay, then. Let’s go to bed. I don’t want you to be too sleepy tomorrow.”

. . .

Wendy:

It was 11pm and Wendy still hadn’t returned from the kitchen. You sighed, deciding to go see what your girlfriend had gotten herself into at this late hour.

You couldn’t say you were surprised to find her mixing a bowl of some kind of pastry dough. Wendy usually made sweets whenever she was under stress.

Wendy took one look at your tired face and confessed her worries.

“Our new choreo is so complicated. Which is a good thing because our Luvies have always wanted better for us!” She rambled on. “But at the same time, I’m worried I can’t keep up with the members. They’re just such good dancers and our comeback is in 2 weeks and-“

She was interrupted by the feeling of your arms hugging her from behind.

“Wendy, I’m sure whatever you’re making is delicious and normally I’d help you finish it. But I’m really, really tired and…I have trouble sleeping without you.”

“Your best is enough, Wendy. I know you’re gonna kill this choreo. And all the fancy vocals.” Wendy leaned back into you, before letting out a sigh of relief.

“I know you’re right, Y/N. Here, let’s put this in the fridge and go back to bed, since you know, you can’t sleep without me.” She gave you a cheeky smile.

. . .

Joy:

“I’m home!”

You looked up from the book you were trying to read, smiling at your girlfriend. She seemed bouncier than usual, and you suspected it was because of the numerous shopping bags she had in each arm.

“I see you went shopping. Did you go with the girls?” You asked, trying to suppress a yawn. The sun had gone down hours ago, and you’d had a long shift at work.

“I did! But you shouldn’t have waited up for me if you’re this tired. Didn’t you work overtime today?”

“Yeah, but..” you yawned. “I kinda have a hard time going to sleep without you.”

Joy was quiet for a moment, before tossing all the bags onto the couch and speedwalking her way to you.

“Let’s get you to bed then.” She cooed, her arms around your waist and her head on your shoulder. “I can’t let my love be too sleepy for our date tomorrow.”

. . .

Yeri:

“To be or not to be, that is the question!”

“What…I thought we were rehearsing for your drama?” You laughed, and soon Yeri began to laugh with you. You’d been up helping her for her latest drama, which would begin to shoot the following day.

“I know, I know! I just wanted to see if you were paying attention.” Yeri gave you a cheeky smile. “You seem pretty tired.”

You yawned. “A bit, but the more I help you rehearse, the faster we can get to bed.”

“That’s very sweet, but if you’re this tired I can practice by myself?” Yeri put an arm around your shoulders, stroking a finger against your arm.

“I could try, but I can’t really fall asleep without you there with me.”

Yeri’s face lit up.

“Really? That is so cute.” She pinched your cheek. She stood up, taking the script from your hands and putting it aside, along with hers.

“There, I think I’ve rehearsed enough. Besides, I’m really craving some cuddles right now.”

[dandysworldhcs]

I know this blog moderated HATE to see me coming 😭🙏 anyway VOICECLAIMS!! singing voice addition…gulp.. (can you guess who I am lmao) js the commons for now..

Boxten - hear me out. hozier. lesbians in the crowd start going insane

Shrimpo - Dexter Harland!!!! that’s the main vocalist of The Offspring btw.. that’s shrimpo to me methinks

Cosmo - sorry but I don’t think he can sing 😭 like he sings in the shower but he has the vocal control of a skillet. I still love him tho

Poppy - pinkie pie. PLEASEEE.

Looey - okay I know weird al would be the obvious answer but. but. Fred Schneider. olease . (that’s the main singer of the b-52s) like am i insane

-musical anon. also i saw there’s a new anon hi

NOO WE LOVE TO SEE YOU!! (by we i mean me because there is no moderator 😭)

agreed on the cosmo thing, he did it once with sprout and it was like that one audio “I tried to be supportive, I really did but i wanted to kill myself”

poppy as pinkie pie is so lovely ahahageysysggegegege /pos