#SCREW DAT

[birb--birb]

Soooooo I did lich emmrich...for science..

AND IM SORRY I DONT LIKE IT HOW IS IT MORE COMON THAN SAVING MANFRED??????????

[askhospilabnovela]

Ink and Error, what's your favorite drink?

Ink belongs to @comyet

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

[atwas-creations]

(a little angst that some people might hate but oh well i'm making this post anyway)

The time: 150 years after Aurora passed away at a ripe old age

The place: Crisis City (but not destroyed, it's a living, thriving city similar to Station Square)

Shadow stands on a hilltop overlooking the city. It's just after sunset. An aurora borealis is beginning to appear in the sky. Shadow looks out over the city, knowing that some of his descendants are down there. By now, he's outlived the only woman he ever loved, and a few generations of his own descendants. He's become a legend among his own great-great-great-grandchildren. Even those who have met him don't know who he is, and some don't even believe the stories about him were real. He doesn't care. His legacy never mattered to him, only the lives of those he loved. He watches over them as a proud guardian, and he would not hesitate to step in if even his own descendants dared to raise a finger against the good people of Earth.

Shadow looks up at the aurora and sighs, closing his eyes. "Maria, and Light. I don't know if I believe that either of you can hear me. But I've kept my word, and will continue to keep it, for however long I remain in this life. It... grieves me..." He clenches a fist. "...to see how even my own children's children's children treat each other. No one recognizes me anymore. No one remembers either of you, remembers the goodness and love you gave to this world."

He opens his eyes and watches the lights dancing in the sky. "But I do. You were right, both of you. You have lived on in me. And I can see now, the good and evil that exists in the hearts of all men, and Mobians. It was always ever our choice, to hold onto anger and fear and vengeance, or to release it. No one is born good, or evil. I wasn't, Maria and Light weren't, and neither were my children. We made choices, and lived with the consequences of them, for better or worse.

"Knowing this, I can forgive my own children for the wrongs they've done. Just as I've forgiven all who have ever wronged me, or Maria, or Aurora, or my children."

He looks at his clenched fist, and slowly opens it. "It was always our own choices, to live in darkness, or in light. Darkness is always vanquished in the end, but the light never fades." Somewhat ironically, he says this as the aurora borealis begins to fade overhead. But the light doesn't disappear entirely, because now the brilliant stars become visible once more. "Even if the stars die, we see their light for many years to come."

Far off, in the distance, he sees a cyan glow, the glow of a strangely familiar hedgehog that Shadow has taken a particular interest in. One of his own descendants. Unless Shadow is seriously mistaken- which is highly unlikely- this one is a time traveler that Shadow has met many times before. And while the glow isn't the same color as Aurora's, it reminds Shadow of her.

"The light shines even though the star is gone."

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[stopfunkinwmyheart]

[lexicorp]

Here to politely request your version of the Seeker Boys lore 🙏, if you feel so inclined as to share

[i got distracting doodling the sillies but i am /so/ inclined sdfnwifb]

So FIRST! we got Starscream! (youngest)

as you can see, he absolutely has his shit together :>

When it comes to his mentor Cryak, I tend to think of this fic by zeropro which i def recommend. After separated himself from her, he found himself enlisting in the Elite Guard of Vos. He quickly rose in the ranks, and met Thundercracker and Skywarp there, where the three rose up together as Starscream became the leader of the guard, much like in TF1. Overtime, the essentially police work, and monotonous servitude to the Primes got Starscream antsy. He didn't like how they were dismissed and given all the shit jobs the prissy higher ups didn't want. So, he decided to try and get into the Academy, since his time with Cryak had instilled an interest in such scientific endeavors. He managed to get in, juggling school and his work. He also met Skyfire of course (I wont delve too much into that part cuz it'd get p long-), aaaaand it was going great, with exhibitions to other planets in search of energon and possible settlements. But then on one to Urth back in da day, Skyfire was lost to the storm, and Starscream was forced to return without him despite his efforts. He was expelled from the school because of this on the basis of negligence essentially (they were itching for a reason to kick him out).

All that leads to when the next time he goes to a gladiator fight with warp and thunder to see the self proclaimed Megatron (prev D-16) in the ring as they often did, when Megs began his speech about how the system with the miners is screwed up, prejudice running rampant, and how shit needs to change: Starscream starts getting hella deep into that shit. Cuz he's pissed af now. He started meeting with megatron and openly supporting him as he was still the leader of the Elite Guard. Funding campaigns and giving information. This behavior got him flack from biches like Sentinel (more passive aggressive cuz that hoe had his own plans), and also the Primes, who were convinced that the system they had was necessary and tried to talk to him many times and when he tried to convince /them/ to change shit and set up mtgs for Megs, they wouldn't rlly listen (or their compromises were mediocre).

At that point in the lore, Megs and Star had an actually pretty good relationship for the most part. Even if Megs often prioritized Orion and their plans, and often would twist stars advice to make it sound like he had actually come up with it (Star brushed those things aside cuz he did admire Megatron and felt he had more right to organize this front from his background. His aft got gaslit and gaslit himself fr fr).

Star, Warp, and Thunder were generally on the same page then too. Warp hella down for usurping the government, and Thunder riding the high of his brothers' energy and wanting to support them.

Then, whole shit goes down of Sentinel and his accomplice assassinate the Primes (is framed as an accident and he tries to come back like oh yeah, I'm in charge now, so sad, much mourning). Starscream suspects it was bullshit, and he and Megatron plan to murder dat bich. Orion is against it of course, but follows them to continue to try and convince them to stop. How it ends, is Megatron gutting sentinel, and attempting to take the mattrix from him, but it denies him and chooses orion, which pisses him off. (detailing that would bleed more into Megs lore soo anyway-) Starscream was honestly like "wtf", and just follows Megatron out when Prime tells them to leave.

Then it goes into the war era, with Megatron rallying the Decepticons into a full ass force and announcing his plans to fuck shit up, and challenging Optimus. This is when Star and Meg's relationship starts going to shit. things get progressively worse and worse through the war, as Starscream is listened to less and less, and they get into fights often. This then starts reflecting onto his relationship with his brothers. At first, Starscream was decent at coming to them to rant or ask for assistance, but as Warp would show favoritism to Megs, and Thunder would tell him to just play it safe instead of starting fights, Starscream got more and more distant and bitter.

Oh! Also theres the fun Outlier factor where I imagine Star's is like super healing coded. Has a high ass damage threshold and very energy efficient (which can lead to him forgetting to fuel). The extreme end of this ability activates upon death, where his spark will hard deny separation and jumpstart his aft to life again and will try its best to heal his frame back to a functioning level. (which is rlly how he survived the shit that killed Skyfire) [bit about his optics]

***

Then there's Thundercracker (middlechild-)

He didn't exactly have much of a Mentor, per say. He was onlined specifically for the Elite Guard, and was just guided by his superiors and expected to just figure it out and follow orders. He had his love for writing for a long time, and often uses it as a form of escapism. He also loves to critique movies and shit. Loves musicals-

He and Starscream actually initially bonded over this when Star had asked about it and showed interest, which not many others besides Skywarp had. Thunder would script-write little plays, and Starscream would always claim the lead role. Those were coveted nights in the prewar era for Thundercracker. Where they would practice, brainstorm improvements, screw around, and maybe have some high grade. It made him truly feel like he was a part of something, when so often before warp and star, he'd been alone in his passions just going along with the motions.

Thundercracker found the Gladiator fights, that Warp introduced them to, fascinating more than anything. He enjoyed the hype and community that came with it, although did find the premise unsettling. So when Starscream started working with Megatron, and the whole rising revolution shit, he was like, "oh yeah, that sounds cool". He honestly perceived it with more anime optics, tfe hashtag ass processor over here, as he thought the idea of rising up and bringing the world into a new age was awesome! He wasn't a fan of being "just" a seeker of the Guard, he wanted to be a famous writer, and he thought that whole thing could be the way to make that a reality.

Alas, it all went to shit. The war started, and he felt like everything was falling apart. Starscream had started to get more aggressive, and dismissive. Skywarp was all guns blazing for the blowing up everyone who stood in their way, but thundercracker just...didn't see how a war was going to fix things. he didn't understand why megs and orion fell out, and why optimus wasnt on their side. or why they were fighting instead of fixing things since it seemed like they had just gotten rid of their main obstacles.

Thunder became more disconnected himself as time went on. smothering himself in his art as much as he could. Maladaptive daydreaming for dayz baybe-- He's overall hella frustrated, and just wants things to get better, but doesn't know how, and is just back on the go with the flow grindset.

His tendency to disappear annoys the hek outta screamer. Especially when thunder doesnt tell him where tf he vanishes too when it comes to the Earth era (Thunder meets this human farmer fam, and constantly visits to hang out with their doge Buster.)

***

last but not least, there be Skywarp (oldest)

Their Mentor was a scientist interested in researching Outliers. His earlier cycles were cooped up in labs, doing test after test after test. She hates that shit. Alot- Even joked at Starscream to "not become one of /those/ stiffs" when he'd gone to the Academy. When it came to joining the Elite Guard, it was a helluva an improvement to them, although adored any amount of freedom from the drab parts of the job by hanging with friends and trinemates. Adrenaline junkie and craves /all/ the stimulation.

They love graffiti, makeup/framepaint, and dancing. Would often do cover doodles for Thundercracker's stories, and helped choreograph shit. They /love/ drama, but only when it doesn't get too serious. They have fun with banter, brotherly ragging on each other, aaaand of course pranks. Theyre an absolute menace, but fiercely loyal to those they get close to (starscream would debate that fact when it comes to megatron-).

Skywarp was the first to introduce her bros to Gladiator lore Megatron. They idolize the guy, /heavily/. Which makes things difficult down the road when ol megs starts getting hella questionable, but they don't see it. They still view him the same way thru it all, and couldn't believe starscream's complaints as things deteriorated. Skywarps tendency to believe megs over star, ultimately is what starts driving them apart. Even if Skywarp still tries to bring them together again. They'll often try to rope star and thunder into their shenanigans, and petty schemes against the bots. Occasionally, it works. While others, he just gets an audial full about being immature.

Overall, they thrive in the chaos, but wishes the gang would get back together, and is hella salty about it. But being a silly goofy lad is the best coping mechanism lmao

[obsessedwithyouxx]

I love you.

Me:arguing abt which outsiders character had it worst defeats the whole purpose of the book. The "moral of the story" is that it's rough all over and the book clearly points out all of the characters flaws weaknesses traumas and experiences in an equal light and not one more important or worse than the other

Also me:

Yea soda had it the worst

[chainsawlamb]

Pete DiNunzio x GN!reader

I can't think a title :^( but he takes you on a little date thingy!! :^) kind of!! i hope i wrote him right

word count : 1,122 ⋆₊˚⊹♡

Pete balls his hands into fists, digging his knuckles into the pockets of his blue jacket.

Pete was loud. He hated being quiet. “Ya know, I'm real glad you agreed to go with me.” He says as he shuffles beside you in line, keeping his elbows out to form a shield makeshift around him.

Pete can't let you get too close. Not until you got inside the theatre. What if the other club members were watching? Waiting for him to screw up so they'd twist the knife deeper and make things worse? He could hear Bill in the back of his mind already. Mocking him for being a sissy for letting himself act soft around someone like you.

“Did I tell you this is a rerun? On real 16 millimeter film?” Right before you can put your cents in, Pete does his own. Being loud meant you had to listen to him. Whether you wanted to or not. His eyes flit from your face to the ground. He can feel the intent behind your staring, and he can't tell if he should be happy or scared that you're listening.

“They don't make shit like dat anymore, you know. 16mm's the real deal. Real fuckin' shit.” He says, sounding quite sure of himself after a brief glance at a billboard on the side of the theatre.

“I knew that. You kinda told me on the way here.”

Pete crosses his arms to somehow appear bigger to impress you. It's not like he didn't want to be here with you- hell fuckin' no! He was the one to suggest going to this rerun in the first place! (Nobody else wanted to go with him to see it, but that's besides the point.)

“I knew that too.” He huffs, looking away as you both shuffle forward in line. “I just wanted to remind ya. You're with a real horror fan. AKA, Me. None of that geeky nerd bullshit you're used to.” Pete points at himself as he speaks, tip of his thumb pressed to his puffed out chest.

His demeanor completely changes once you reach the ticket booth. “Two tickets to see the Texas Chain Saw Massacre rerun, please.” The loudness in his voice shifts to something more softer, more palpable for the old, wrinkly looking man behind the counter. The man slides the tickets through the little slot, like he was feeding some kind of animal. Almost too eagerly, Pete takes the tickets with a snatching grip. “Sucker.” He whispers to you, nudging his head in the direction of the innocent old man. “That oldhead kicked me out ages ago. Good thing he's old. Can't remember tellin' those buff guys at the door to kick my ass out.”

Speaking of buff guys, as if on cue, they magically (in his mind) push out of the large intricate doors that lead into the movie theatre. “Shit!” He curses, grabbing onto your arm without thinking and using your body to shield his face as you walk.

For once in his life, Pete genuinely apologizes to someone who isn't his mother.

“Sorry.” He utters out, patting down your sleeve once the guys pass by in apology.

The smell of popcorn and the underlying scent of cleaner fluid welcoming you into the theatre. Pete hands the tickets to the guy manning the ticketing station. “There's a difference between these guys and ushers, you know.”

You look over at him. Pete can't tell if you're actually impressed with this information or not. He can't quite tell by the look in your eyes.

“Really?” You lean in to hear him better over the noise.

“Yeah, ushers do all the inside work, ticket takers just give ya the stub after they check your ticket.” He explains promptly, his free hand gesturing animatedly as he speaks. It's a habit Pete unknowingly does himself. He doesn't know he does it, but you do.

“Speakin' of..you gonna keep that?” He points at your ticket.

“My ticket?” You clarify with a slight tilt of your head to look at him better. What was it with you and eye contact? Did he have dirt on his face or something?

“No, I meant your shoes, dumbass.” Pete pushes you forward towards the line for overpriced snacks and popcorn. “Yes, I meant your ticket. It's a rerun, for cryin' out loud!” Pete raises his arms in the air to add to his point, his loud mouth blabbering making some people turn towards you. “I didn't know you collected those.” You say, already handing him your ticket as you had no other use for it. The thought of Pete collecting something as mundane and viewed as disposable as tickets was endearing to you.

Pete snatches the ticket from you in a curving motion. You shuffle forward in line with a smile. “Well now ya do.” He murmurs the last part more to himself than you. He's looking away like some idiot with a crush.

Pete really was that idiot with a crush. He tries to pretend that he's focusing on a movie that he's seen almost a thousand times. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, a staple in horror movie history with a word crawl so iconic that he could repeat it verbatim from memory.

In the corner of his eye, he's hyper-focusing on each little reaction you give, each widening of the eye and awe of the opening of your jaw as what was happening on screen was portrayed in real, 16 millimeter film. They don't make shit like that no more, Pete says to himself in his head, shoving more popcorn into his mouth to keep his hands occupied with something else and not you

You're so close that it makes him nervous.

Behind all that loudness and gore, Pete's just like any other boy. Desperate for any sign of affection from you, any sign that you love him. Even if it's just a little. Behind all that bark, he didn't have much of a bite. Or a plan to fall back onto if he held your hand right now.

What was he even thinking? Hand holding in the dark? What was he, the protagonist of some shitty cable romcom?

“You really like this shit, Pete?” You whisper to him, leaning in close to not disturb the other horror movie aficionados. Pete feels something brush against his arm. It makes him freeze.

In the dark of the movie theatre, with the sounds of Marylin Burns's screams, Pete feels you hold his hand. He lets out a breath he doesn't know he was holding in.

“You're one helluva guy, DiNunzio.” You tease slightly, impressed. Your arm crossed over his seat to grab the large soda you both shared.

📼 : if anyone can think of a title, please tell me!! this isn't proofread and i'm posting tjis at 2am 😭

[butchreg]

baby regressor lottie matthews headcanons !! ⤷ featuring : cg ! laura lee 𓈒 padded agere 𓈒 teen tl 𓈒

i combined two requests , one of them being baby lottie thoughts and the other being lottielee headcanons of reg ! lot & cg ! laura𓈒 i hope dat 's okay (ˇ_ˇ’!l)𓈒 requested by 🐦‍⬛ & another nonnie ! i am lottie & a little regressor & laura is my mama so ( ˋ⁻̫ˊ) Ψ 𓈒 enough yappin' you can find my yellowjackets masterlist here & my upcoming list here𓈒

lottie is the Teeniest baby ever𓈒 she rarely regresses older than a year and is very much dependent on her caregiver , being higher support needs even on the rare chance she may regress older𓈒 while puppy ! lottie is a barker , baby ! lot is a pretty quiet tiny one , occasionally gurgling or babbling to her mama but not typically being loudly fussy𓈒

lottie is such a clingy baby which laura lee encourages and loves𓈒 laura loves to babytalk to lottie , giggling at her sweetly and soothing her when she fusses by giving her one of her fingers to suckle𓈒

being so tiny lottie has not mastered object permanence𓈒 the second laura is out of her sight lottie will begin to wail , little face all screwed up and red𓈒 it doesn 't matter if she 's just a few feet out of sight in the same room , if lottie can 't see her she 's not there𓈒

laura lee will come running , shushing her poor girl and scooping her up𓈒 "oh my poor fawnie𓈒 mama 's so sorry ," she 'll say with nearly teary eyes𓈒 "forgive me ?" she 'll say , peppering lottie 's face with kisses𓈒 lottie will immediately stop fussing , whining softly and burbling with giggles𓈒 she 'll give her mama sloppy baby kisses , settling on her chest suckling at her neck𓈒

lottie 's a silly baby , putting everything in her path in her mouth𓈒 she 'll suck on her toys and trinkets though laura will scold her offering her a teether to replace whichever calico critter or shopkins toy she 's got in her mouth𓈒

i mentioned this in an old post but lottie 's too tiny to speak which proves frustrating at times𓈒 laura lee is so sympathetic and understanding , tutting and cooing at her baby's frustrations , brushing her pale fingers through lottie 's long thick hair and soothing her with her words𓈒 laura lee makes lottie puppy themed communication cards by hand which delights lottie to no end , causing her to giggle and kick her feet𓈒

lottie is a padded regressor , something that she 's ashamed of , feeling guilty for𓈒 despite lottie 's shyness , laura lee is oh so patient and understanding with her𓈒 she 's very sweet , always able to tell when lottie has an accident despite her attempts to hide them𓈒 lottie tends to shut down after using her padding , feeling ashamed and silly for them but laura lee always knows how to soothe the poor thing𓈒 lottie will often sob while laura is changing her , feeling embarrassed𓈒 laura is so sympathetic , rubbing lottie 's tummy soothingly and talking her through it , praising her little fawn when she 's all finished𓈒

laura loves to sing to lottie , often rocking her while singing her favorite hymn in a sweet clear voice𓈒 she 's always singing her hymns and nursery rhymes which enchant lottie leaving her babbling happily𓈒 "ooh ," laura will giggle softly𓈒 "does baby want to sing for mama ? hmm ?" she 'll tickle lottie gently , making her giggle𓈒

laura is always calling lottie pet names and nicknames𓈒 lottie 's favorite is "fawnie" , typically earning laura a playful headbutt from her silly fawn𓈒 "there 's my silly girl ," laura will say lovingly , stroking her hair𓈒

lottie has a lamb rattle gifted to her by laura that she loves𓈒 she can play with it for hours and not get bored , oftentimes using it to stim , giggling as she shakes it𓈒 of course it 's nice to put in her mouth as well but her mama always stops her𓈒

[vexter-the-comedian]

( it’s tea party time. )

- Vex was just minding his business in the lobby, doing whatever he normally does. That is until he feels something, more like someone tug at his leg. It was no other than Stacie, who was currently in those cheap princess dresses. -

*Swiping a bottle or two from the bar as Husker went on his break (to see his boyfriend), Vex plops himself down on the chair closest to the TV. He uses his tail as a sort of cork screw, popping the cap off the bottle using the sharp tip. A sudden tug at his leg makes him look down. And squeal. Because of Stacie* "DAMMIT LITTLE- oh, dat's cute on ya"

[yandereunsolved]

🗡 Yandere Javier Escuella (RDR2) 🗡

Javier's fingers deftly pluck at the strings of his own fervid longing, producing chords of pure yearning. The notes are overlaid with a lust-filled serenade, directed at the object of his passion—bordering on neurosis.

"Ángel de amor, tu pasión no la comprendo"

"Si la comprendo, no la puedo expresar"

He croons like the lovesick fool he is, every ounce of his soul begging for reciprocation on your end. Your name tugs at the edge of his lips after each word is sung. He doesn't―can't stop this—this ritual it has become, even after the day is done. His music attracts those in camp like moths to a bright flame, but you always stay just out of his light. It's like you can sense his intent, but you don't act nor acknowledge it.

He nearly screws up as he finishes Ángel de Amor. His fingertips itch to reach for one of his knives. His voice urges to dip into a more menacing tone. A certain undignified Irish cretin is flirting with his amar. And he's doing it near Javier.

Sean is leaning up against the side of a tree, flashing you one of his oh-so-forcibly charming smiles. El bastardo.

"The first time I saw ya MacGuire Junior jumped to attention, hard and ready for ah challenge. Me Da always said that'd happen if ah met da love of me life." Sean does his best to lay it on thick, thicker than his accent.

A whole-hearted, delicate laugh escapes you, lacking any animosity or mockery.

"Fuck off, Sean. A two dollar whore can flirt better than that."

'You're reciprocating.' Your conversation with Sean would go much better if half his head was blown off. Javier can correct that. 'Is he not better than Sean?' The thought is farcical.

"Ey! I take offense to dat," Sean mumbles flirtatiously, moving into your personal space, "You could get at least tree dollars for meh."

"You don't even know how to spell the word three."

You take a step closer to Sean, and his eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating.

"I do! I do! You start off with a... ah... t... then you go on to a―"

Javier punches Sean in the side of the head before he can finish, the impact resounding. The ginger's neck snaps at an angle so grotesque that Javier nearly succeeds in killing him. But alas, Sean falls into the dirt instead, right near your feet—and even that is far too kind of a fate for him in Javier's eyes. His guitar was discarded nearly instantaneously after seeing that―this―them.

"Instead of trying to fuck everything with a hole, you cocky, drunkard fuck, maybe you should actually contribute. Make some money for the gang," he vitriolically spits out, grinning slyly at the state of disorder he has put Sean in, "Heh, like you actually give two shits about anyone but yourself and your dick."

"What the hell, Javier?"

Those words… came from you. Javier can only roll his eyes.

"I thought better of you, ángel."

He is unable to meet your eyes, turning around and walking back to his place on a campfire log, tuning out Sean's angered shouts―your… words. Javier picks up his guitar reverently, admiring it for a moment before returning to his singing.

"La vida, sueño el porvenir, mentira" "La amistad y el amor, mentira son" "Y mentiras son también las ilusiones" "Que se forja delirante el corazón"

Members filter in and out of his vicinity, knowing better than to try and interact with him when he's in this state. He plays his fingers raw, the strings cutting into them, leaving the newly opened flesh to quietly wail in pain. Only when his voice begins to die out does he stop. Regaining his senses, the last lyric sung just barely audible.

"Ya cayó el que andaba ausente, ahora verán los cabrones."

The sun must have set a couple of hours ago. No one remains to listen to him but whatever creatures remain in the night. His head snaps up as he hears footsteps. Or maybe―you. You're leaving Sean's tent…

He could follow you and explain. Or he could eliminate a problem before it gets any worse―after all, that's what you do with weeds; you take them out.

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI)

ANNOYING HIM JUST FOR FUN ✧ Feat. Toji Fushiguro

Synopsis ── You got bored and felt like the best option would be to mess around and piss him off. Just for personal amusement.

Contents ── established relationship (Gf!reader x Bf! Toji), anger, reader badmouthing/ being a brat, degradation, insults (slut, bitch etc..), rough spanking, unprotected sex.

He was laying over your shared bed on a quaint night, scrolling through his phone waiting for you to join him in to sleep just as you were used to. But to his surprise you stepped into the room, got your pillow and exited the bedroom in the most casual manner you could display.

The annoyed groan he let out as soon as you turned your back caught your ears, and you couldn't deny how prideful you felt right at that moment, a glorious smirk threatning shape your lips upwards.

'Where tha hell ya think you're goin' ?

'Sleep'. You etched a dry reply. Not even looking him in the eyes.

'Don't know what yer on about but better come back here, missy'. He rasped with a hint of menace, his glance still locked on you.

'Oopsie. Sorry but not taking orders from you tonight, old man.'

You let out with the brattiest tone, chuckling provokingly on your way out of the bedroom. Hell the the brief moment of your inner brat celebrating its victory was cut short as you felt a calloused hand pull on your arm.

He turned you around to face him, darkened eyes stearing dead down into yours .

'Oh ya do know where this kinda attitude leads ya. Dont'cha?'

You coax your arm out of his grasp, eyes still glued to the ground. And he responds by pinning you whole against the wall, tho trying his best not to break one of your bones in the process.

'Guess I need to teach ya again. Tiny lil' brain of yours got a hard time learning the rules doesn't it, huh?'

'Fuck you.'

'Say again?'

You knew you just crossed the line. And you knew you were too deep into your silly little game now. Your heart skipped a beat seeing his face suddenly go empty, eyes stoic and expressionless. Not a sound skipped his lips later, but his hand brought your chin up, starring dead into his eyes.

Your chest swelled with all kinds of merged sensations. the fear overlapped with a witty arousal that powerfully grew down your abdomen. But screw it. You weren't backing off anyway, you chose to go toe to toe with your scary beast of a boyfriend and you were about to take the consequences like a champ.

And so you did... just in the most pathetic way possible. Each smack of his palm landing over your ass ripped into that little attitude of yours, leaving your heated face smeared with your own snot and salty tears.

You'd lie if you said you didn't like your face down against the mattress and your ass up facing his wrath. But soon enough he got you breaking down to tears, babbling all kinds of ridiculous nonsense and drooling over his lap like a braindead slut.

'Fuck! W-wait! T-Toji...s-too much, AH!' You let out the loudest moans your chocked cries could allow you to, tho your throat tensed so much from the stingy pain.

'Nah. Now arch dat back properly, fucking bitch.' His other arm slithered and wrapped around your neck in a headlock, keeping you still just so that every nerve under your skin could taste his sweet furious whacks.

'Toji! Fuck...p-please...it hurts!' Your mewly sobs filled the room, the choked hiccups and endless pleas only seemed to widen the wicked grimace on his face.

'heh. Go'head. mouth off again! Dying to hear ya.' He raised an eyebrow, challenging you to live up to the untamable brat you thought you were. Yet your drunk brain could barely discern his words at that moment.

Your eyes closed shut in defeat, almost passing out on the pain your poor asschecks endured. You could'nt quite formulate a response, but your tiny sobs had him lifting you off his lap with a false pity.

'Aww would ya look at dat. Figured out woudln't last long. Ya wanted me wrecking the shit outta yer ass from the start didn't ya?'

You gave him a dizzy glance and nodded, tongue lolling out of breath.

'Aw ya nasty thing. Could'a asked respectfully like the lil slut ya are ..but here we are again. Heh.'

He flipped you over and tossed you on the bed, pulling his sweatpants off his cock and pushing the damp fabric of your thong to the side. The sticky ropes coating your pussy lips riled him up further.

'Shit, Yer so fucking wet it's gross.' He shoved his thick middle and ring inside, giving you a few pumps before his length fully barged in, with no prior warning.

'Aghh... The fuck yer so tight for? Spanking yer ass got yer cunt this damn slimy, huh?..' he groans deep, thick fingers almost piercing into your buttcheeks as he throbbed inside.

'Toji...mhhh w-wait!' You squealed out, eyes going teary from the thick untrusion bullying through your guts.

'Oh shut it.' He spat and pressed a palm into the small of your back 'Ya knew you wanted cock, princess, nice and rough as you could have it.'

He pushed a low grunt and bottomed in. flashing you the nastiest grin before he started beating into your hole merciless...

[thanossssss]

Hello, I hope you're having a good day! Could you do Little Thanos throwing a tantrum when Nam-gyu tries to get him to take a nap since he can tell he's tired?

Regressor! Thanos w/ Caregiver! Nam-gyu

Summary: Thanos gets tired while watching a movie with Nam-gyu. When Nam-gyu tells him it’s time for a nap, Thanos ends up becoming very upset.

Contains: Age regression, temper tantrums, crying, bottles, Thanos refers to Nam-gyu as “Dada”.

Not proofread.

For a while now, Nam-gyu had been playing with Thanos’s hair while the two watched a movie together. Thanos was curled up against Nam-gyu and seemed to be getting sleepier as the movie progressed. Nam-gyu could tell that it was time for Thanos to take a nap, so he paused the movie, immediately getting the taller man’s attention.

“Heyyy…” Thanos whined, looking at Nam-gyu with a pout. “Was watchin' dat.” He complained. “I know, buddy. We can finish it later, it’s time for you to take a nap.” Nam-gyu told him. Thanos didn’t take the news well at all. He loudly whined and rapidly shook his head.

Nam-gyu sighed softly, knowing that Thanos was most likely about to start throwing a temper tantrum. He always did whenever Nam-gyu would mention needing to take a nap around him. Nam-gyu sat up from the couch and stood in front of Thanos. He went to pick him up, but Thanos angrily pushed his arms away in return.

“No!” He shouted. “‘M not taking a nap!” Thanos exclaimed. “Thanos, please. I can tell you’re tired, you were starting to fall asleep on me. You need a nap.” Nam-gyu explained. Thanos let out a loud whine, and began to stomp his feet against the ground. Nam-gyu backed away from him when Thanos began to kick his feet in the air, since he didn’t want to be kicked by him.

“‘M not sleepy! Wanna stay up! Wanna watch da movie!” Thanos cried out while hitting his hands against the couch. Nam-gyu watched as he pushed himself off the couch and laid on the floor, wailing loudly. Nam-gyu attempted to go over to comfort him, but Thanos only swung his hand in Nam-gyu’s direction, so he quickly backed off once more.

Nam-gyu could only watch as Thanos kicked, screamed, cried, and flailed his arms. He wanted to try and help him calm down, but Thanos made it clear that he didn’t want to be bothered right now, so the only thing Nam-gyu could really do was let Thanos tire himself out.

Thanos continued to sob and scream while Nam-gyu left the room for a moment. He decided to go ahead and get Thanos a bottle ready, as he knew he’d want one. Plus, it would also help calm and comfort him once he was done with his tantrum.

The entire time Nam-gyu was preparing the bottle, he could hear Thanos bawling as well as small thudding noises, that came from him slamming his hands against the ground. Though, when Nam-gyu was screwing the bottle’s lid on, he could hear Thanos quietly down a little, before he started to cry again. Only this time, it wasn’t an angry sounding cry, but more so a sad and tired sounding one.

“Dada! Dada!!” Thanos sobbed, making Nam-gyu rush back to the living room, the bottle still in his hand. When he got there, he saw Thanos laying flat on the floor with his fingers hanging out of his mouth. He looked at Nam-gyu and used his free hand to try and reach out for him.

“Dada..” Thanos whimpered as Nam-gyu quickly went over to him. Nam-gyu picked him up and held him tightly while Thanos clung to him. “Oh buddy, I know. I’m here, you’re okay.” Nam-gyu spoke softly, as Thanos continued to quietly whimper.

“We’re going to go lay down, alright? Get comfortable in bed, relax a little. Does that sound good?” Nam-gyu asked. Thanos fussed but he did nod his head, he didn’t want to lay down and take a nap, but at the same time he kind of did. “Here, Thanos. Take your bottle, baby.” Nam-gyu handed Thanos the warm bottle of milk, which he quickly took, immediately putting in his mouth and beginning to drink.

Nam-gyu carried Thanos to the bedroom and laid down in bed, with Thanos practically lying on top of him. Thanos was quiet as he drank his bottle, but only managed to drink about half, before he fell asleep. It seemed that his tantrum had taken all of the energy he had left away. Nam-gyu softly chuckled and kissed Thanos’s head, before quietly whispering to him.

“My grumpy, little baby.”

[screwedupclick]

Ride Wit A Playa - Dat Boy Grace & DJ Screw

Ride Wit A Playa – Dat Boy Grace & DJ Screw “Ride Wit A Playa” is a standout track by Houston rapper Dat Boy Grace, also known as Macc Grace, and DJ Screw, the pioneer of the chopped and screwed sound. This song exemplifies the slowed-down, syrupy aesthetic that defines the Houston hip-hop scene. Originally featured on DJ Screw’s mixtape Chapter 19: N 2 Deep, the track showcases Grace’s smooth,…

[lixy-u]

Prompt/Fic idea

Imagine Peter - fresh-graduated-biochem scientist- Parker has a blog dedicated to SI researches, where he analyses their newest published scientific article to their marketing plans and how they affect the public or can help alleviate certain problems, sometimes SI verified account would reblog his blogs making the internet goes crazy, the other time he'd upload a capture of IronMan suit from afar and a blueprint on how IronMan suit could be improving, other time where he'd upload a short vid of IronMan in action and follow by a short hand written paper filled with physics to "allegedly" help IronMan fly becomes more smooth and speed up the rescue mission.

Peter would also show his dedication on reblog every single account that blames/bash IronMan by responding to their blog and answer their questions with science making everyone shut up but he also reblog every account that has genuinely question related to SI researches. One time he even held a QnA on his blog to answer and educate the public about SI new clean energy and in one interview, the reporter even asked Tony about this and he just laughed and said "Yeah, I participated in the QnA" making the internet goes insane.

Quickly the public named him "The most intelligent IronMan fanboy" with his high profile in the science.

On the other hand, Peter secretly also runs that got named "The horniest fanboy of IronMan" by using his past experiences working for numerous magazines and news as their photographer, he published never-been-captured photos of IronMan and posted it with the dirtiest and thirstiest caption ever like a photo of IronMan choking one low league villain and a caption "Choke me like that on your bed" or another photo of IronMan flying with "I'd get my legs warp around dat waist", with a short bio "Twink verified" everyone knows this is a 18+ account and the owner would occasionally livestream jerking himself off with his hands or toys while wearing blue and red skimpy lingerie. His audience loves him, who doesn't love a pretty twink boy wearing such revealing outfit humping on the limited edition IronMan plushie.

And Tony found out about this while searching for some yummy to jerk off after a long mission, why doesn't he go out like he used to ? The answer is he's too tired and is dangerous if anyone decides they want a piece of Avengers information and he certainly won't bring Happy along if he goes out and screws some holes. So he got on the internet and with a list (provided by Friday), he begins to scroll where his interest would catch on some Twink wearing short skirt, crop top and hump on the IronMan plushie that's so hot that almost made him shoot his load before he could hold back and not ruin his playboy records.

So during the days, he'd reblog and correct some calculations from his most intelligent fanboy and thank him and by the night he'd join his horniest fanboy livestream, call him good boy and get called daddy while throwing out thousands of dollars just to hear his sweet mouth moaning, a couple more to get customized lingerie sent to his fanboy.

And who can blame Tony ? Hed love both of them without knowing those are the same person.

[inspektahekta]

▷ Finally, Hector makes it down the Spire. He's accompanied by his captains to the van. He offers to drive instead of the usual bizzyboy, and climbs into their seat. All the way back to the Grove Cove, he smokes a ciggy with the window rolled down, letting himself zone out a little while he thinks as he drives, of everything that happened - everything he's done.

▷ He stops the van in the middle of the Cove, getting out along with his captains pouring from the God Complex. One of them finds a box for him, setting it down so that he can stand on it. Despite already being taller than most bizzyboys and even some normal humans, it somehow made him stand out even more.

Every-buddy... I have an uh-nouns-mint ta make. Some of yew may recognize me, but to da ones dat don't... I was Inspekta. I... forged lettahs to make King look bad. I tried ta kill all da gods so I could be tha only one, so the bizzies could get more respect... but dat ain't tha way.

I screwed up, as bad as any-buddy could widdout ack-shelly endin' da woild - and maybe I woulda, if my people 'n da Godpoke didn't stand up ta me. I'm saw-ree, and I will do everything in my powah to make it up to youse- to da Grove. I prah-miss.

▷ Despite the dread he felt while driving here, this made him feel... somehow better. And while the response was as bad as he'd feared in some respects, many people from the crowd sympathized, just like his bizzies and the gods did. They respected his apology, although not all of them accepted it immediately - as he thought, but he knew it was deserved.

▷ He shuffles back into the God Complex, letting the driver do their job this time as they begin taking him to Milldread next. While inside, he looks down at himself and watches his torso turn into hands. He still has a lot of work to do in here between visits, after all... and he's gotta finish it before the Rift Festival celebration he's having with his boys at the burger joint later...