#Stooper

[thedaily-beer]

Sixpoint Stooper Hazy IPA (Picked up at Whole Foods in Plymouth Meeting, PA). A 3 of 4. This is a pretty standard hazy IPA -- the tropical and citrus profile you’d expect, and a medium body that has just a touch of creaminess to it. Not super memorable, but also not bad in any way.

[miraculouslumination]

My pronouns are he/they because I'm a heatheyan

[sound-overlord]

wait we cant make quote posts anymore ?

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Wound patching headcanons with Adam, Lucifer, alastor, and vox? As in, patching their wounds? Getting all close and personal, taking care of them, kissing it better. You know, the good stuff 🫣🫣🤭

Adam

When he came back from hell, injured and bloodied, all thoughts left your mind; all you could think about was saving him.

Crying as you stitched up his stab wounds and hoped that Lute got him back home in enough time that he would live another day.

You were diligent and careful with every inch of his body as you worried that the man you loved would never return to you.

As he woke up, you felt immediate relief and held him close to you for days straight till he was strong enough again.

You let him have it once he was strong enough to handle physical activities. Your voice carried through the entirety of the angelic tower.

Once your rant about taking care of himself and the wrongness of extermination was over, he was happy to open his arms up for you.

Even though you tried hard to continue being mad, it was impossible not to climb into bed with him and hold him even longer.

Lucifer

When he had fallen, you also fell just inches behind him; you knew his wounds would far surpass yours. Where you willingly chose to fall with him, he was cast out.

Once safe and sheltered from most of the elements, you took tender care of his broken wings and tore up the body.

As you stitched him up and wrapped up deeper wounds, you sat above him, crying, hoping he would pull through this.

As he woke from his stooper, he caressed your face gently as you held his hand there, pouring all your emotions out to him.

He reprimanded you for falling with him but, in the same breath, mentioned how happy he was to have someone so devoted by his side.

As he healed, you two built up hell and gave those who had received free will a purpose.

Even though he sometimes blamed himself, he was so happy to have you beside him, fixing hell up one step at a time.

Alastor

He was picky about who got to see him so vulnerable and weak; he was not about to let others know that he could be harmed in such a manner.

When you showed up outside the radio tower, panicking after watching him disappear after a fatal blow. He couldn't deny the happiness he felt in his fleeting moments.

As you laid him down and tore open his suit, you made quick work of the large wound across his chest that Adam gave him.

You were stoic and focused on ensuring that he emerged from this alive with only a scar to tell the tale.

Once you had finished and he was doing better health-wise, you finally snapped and broke down in front of him, explaining your worries and fears.

He gently pulled you into a hug, resting his head atop yours, reminding you that he was alive and reminding himself he would be a goner without you.

When you two arrived back at the hotel, relief was felt through most of the others; however, you were happy that Alastor finally let down his walls with someone, especially since that someone was you.

Vox

Vox had suffered another beating from Alastor, something you were far more used to than you cared to admit.

He never got hurt enough that it required intense medical attention, but he did get his pride slapped around most of the time.

You sat delicately on his lap while he held your waist so you could gently fix up his screen

You were never a techy person, but you learned over the years how to replace his wiring and screens when things got bad like this.

Once he was all patched up, you sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, allowing the day's weight to catch up with you.

Worrying that you were now growing tired of him, Vox asked what was so wrong, only for you to pour out your heart and concerns he may get really hurt one of these times.

Feeling your genuine confession, he smiled softly and kissed you, reminding you that he fights for you to be safe and work free in his tower, but he would make an effort to come home scratched up less often.

[winonaparadise]

I ain't gonna care for no capeshit comics. Ain't no stooper-hero that can appeal to my delicately crafted sensibilities when it comes to consumin' media. No sir. *Spider-Man has appeared in a slightly different colored costume. Spurs sing as I jolt from my chair and cling my ten gallon hat to my chest.* Well I'll be... That is mighty nice...

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Voice that Urged Orpheus

Should I be working on my many WIPs? Yes, but I had to write this. This is based on an anon request for kinkfest part two that I didn't do because they didn't follow the rules, but it got the ideas going, so I guess I'm writing it anyway. This is mostly smut.

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Song inspo

Contains: Voice kink, praise kink, blindfolds, fingering, P in V, aftercare, fluff.

2K words

I won't deny I've got in my mind now, all the things I would do - Hozier

It started innocent enough, with Jax telling you about his day while you worked away in the kitchen. Eventually, he grew tired of the handful of feet between you and came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder while he wrapped his substantial arms around you as he spoke, the gravel in his voice tingling against your skin as it moved over every word. "Are you listening to me Darlin'?"

You shook out of your stooper and spun in his arms, smiling before pressing a kiss to his plump lips. "That's exactly what I'm doing, you were saying something about the wrong coolant."

He chuckled and reached a hand up to stroke your cheek with rough fingertips. "Yeah, that's about right." He placed his hands on your hips and spun you back around, patting you softly before sucking on his tongue. "I'll let you get back to it, I'll be around if you need me." There was something in his tone, a lit to it that let you know something was brewing in that pretty head of his.

You nodded. "Ok, don't go far."

His hands lingered on you momentarily as if he were making a final decision before kissing you quick and firm on his cheek. "I won't."

He was tightlipped about his plans all night, regardless of whether you could see them on his face or not. It took you walking into the bedroom with him behind you for you to know what you were getting into. On the bed was the thing taken from the trunk under the bed, a blindfold. He was smirking when you turned around, his bright eyes lit up with affection. "What are you planning Teller?"

He took your hands in his and pulled you close. "A night of pleasure for my wonderful woman."

You raised an eyebrow. "Ok, you gonna tell me where all this is coming from?"

He shook his head. "I just want to treat you."

You want to argue, tell him he was always good to you but the hunger in his eyes told you that any logical talk would be lost of him. "Of course my love."

He led you to the bed, sitting you down on the end before picking up the blindfold and lifting it to your face. "Can I?"

You nodded. "Sure."

You closed your eyes as he tied it behind your head, his fingers delicate so as to not catch any hair. You felt him run a flat hand all the way down your body from your neck to the edge of his reaper crew shirt, which you had elected to sleep in, tugging it twice before speaking right into your ear. "Can this come off?"

He stopped you before you could help him, pulling it over your head as you lifted your arms to help him, then he was shifted away from you, not breaking contact but leaving the bed so he could pull you to your feet. His hands were gentle in their guidance, one on your hips and the other on your shoulder as he led you around the room to somewhere on the perimeter. He settled behind you, his hands running up and down your bare back as his head returned to your shoulder. "Do you know what's in front of you?"

You could navigate your bedroom in the dark, so you had a pretty good idea. "The mirror?"

"Good girl." He had that lit in his voice he only got when he was turned on and you could feel something pressing against your back as he stood behind you. His fingers moved down the sides of your body, pressing firm enough not to tickle you as they made their way to the hem of your sleep shorts. "These off too?" You nodded, and he slid them down, taking your panties with them. He didn't just take them off, he dropped to his knees as they fell and then kissed his way back up your legs when they were out of the way.

The room wasn't cold, but it was brisk enough to leave you seeking the warmth from his hands as he slid them over your arms. His lips found the back of your neck, and you titled your head to make room for him as his beard scratched your skin. One hand left your body while his lips remained, and you heard the rustling of his belt before a thud as his jeans hit the floor. He stepped back for a moment to rid himself of his shirt, then he was pressed against you, in all his naked, solid like a brick wall glory. "Where was I?"

You shrugged. "No idea."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body. "That's right, I was about to list all the things I love about you." He started on your face, taking your chin between two fingers to turn your head towards him so he could kiss you. "I love your lips, and not just because they feel so good, I like what comes out of them too."

He let your head go and focused on the mirror, his eyes roaming your body to pick something else to compliment. "I don't think I need to say how much I love your tits, they're fucking prefect." His rings gave a pleasant contrast as his warm hands touched whatever skin he could reach. "And your skin is so soft, if I had it my way, I'd always be touching you."

His gaze followed his hand as it moved on to your core. "And this pussy, where the fuck do I start?" His voice had gotten so rough that you didn't need to hard cock press to your back to let you know how turned on he was. You felt his teeth on your flesh, worrying marks into your skin like he was trying to stave off his desire by making his claim on you evident. His fingers slid through your slit as you gasped, and he groaned, speaking more to himself than you. "You're always so fucking wet."

You bit your lip as he pressed softly on your clit, trying to keep back the whimper that was rising in your throat, but he didn't like that, taking the thumb from his free hand and pulling your lips free from your teeth. "You have no idea what all those pretty noises do to me."

He changed tactics, sliding his fingers inside you and rubbing your clit with his palm. He didn't know where to look, your face with head craned back, resting on his shoulder, or his fingers sliding in and out of you. He settled for the mess between your legs, he could watch your face later in the night. He crooked his fingers to rub your G-spot, and his grateful groan reverberated through your ears as your knees grew weak. He happily let you lean against him, and you couldn't imagine how you looked as his deft fingers slowly stoked the heat inside you.

He kept a steady, even pressure with his palm, rubbing your clit in perfect circles that grew the waves of bliss like the wind builds the swell in a storm. He didn't know what he liked more, the way your chest had begun to heave or how you were beginning to rock against his hand as you approached the edge. "Jax, please."

He had forgotten his plan in all the wonder of watching you, and he kissed the shell of your ear to bring it back into focus. "You gonna cum for me pretty girl? I can feel the way you're squeezing me, you must be close." He was all but holding you up now, and there was nothing he loved more than the way you were trying to utter his name only for the pleasure of his fingers to steal it from your mouth. "Come on Darlin', be a good girl and cum for me."

It hit you like a train, with his strong fingers on your G-spot and his broad hand encompassing everything else. "That's it, there you go." He worked you through it with smug pride, taking each twitch and sigh and whimper as a boost to his already massive ego. He pulled his hand away, and you felt his wet fingers at your mouth, sucking them in early as you sucked your taste off them. He grunted and pulled them away before grabbing your face and kissing you, licking your taste from your lips as he snatched the breath you were trying to catch.

"You taste so fucking good." He gave you a moment, rubbing his face from ear to shoulder as his beard scratched your skin. When your legs were sufficiently stable, he led you back to the bed, prompting you to lay and get comfortable while he climbed on top of you.

You threw your legs around his waist, and he gripped his cock, running it up and down your slit. "Please, Jax, don't tease."

He chuckled. "I'm not teasing, I'm savouring the moment, can you let me do that?"

There was just a hint of desperate supplication in his voice, like if you had protested, he would have been powerless to resist your urging to continue. But he was in charge here, the love bites slowly coming to colour of your neck were proof of that, so you allowed him his fun.

"Whatever you want, I just …." You couldn't think, the arrogant bastard had slid home in one unwavering thurst just to prove a point.

Your nails dug into his ample shoulders, and he grunted as he started to rock his hips. The lack of sight made everything more intense, and you found yourself clinging to Jax like your life depended on it as his hips picked up speed. He pushed himself up on one hand, sliding the other between your bodies to rub your clit while he angled himself to hit your G-spot with each stroke. "Jax please."

He chuckled, his chest rumbling as he pressed his cheek to yours. "What do you need Darlin'?" You stuttered, the words stuck in your throat as he worked you closer to the edge. "Be a good girl and tell me what you need and I'll give it to you."

Your legs twitched, and he faulted for a moment before gathering his composure. "Come on Darlin'."

You focused on the feel of his lips on your skin and uttered out a response. "Whatever you want, please."

He slowed, and you could feel his gaze on you. "Whatever I want? Well, I want you to cum around my cock, can you do that for me?"

There was a smugness in his voice that was so painfully Jax and all you could manage was a nod and bury your face in his neck as he pushed you over the edge. He muttered praises in between your name and a string of curses, his pace losing its steady rhythm as he pulsed inside you. His hand slid out from between your bodies as his other failed, falling on top of you with a groan as he slipped out of you. He shifted slightly and you heard the click of a lamp before his hand was stroking your cheek below the blindfold. "The lights are off Darlin', I'm going to take this off now."

He slid it off your face, and you blicked the fogginess from your eye as his face came into view. "Hi."

He smiled softly. "Hi, you doing ok?"

You nodded. "I'm great. That was really fun, thank you."

His cheek wrinkled with a grin, and he rubbed your nose with his. "No need to that me, I had fun too."

He gathered you in his arms and took you with him as he rolled over, pulling you into his side as he ran his hand up and down your arm. "I'm gonna run you a bath in a bit, how does that sound?"

You sighed, a bath sounded nice. "Only if you join me."

He chuckled. "That's the plan." He nuzzled his nose in your hair and took a deep breath. "I meant everything I said, you gotta know how much I love you."

You snuggled closer and pressed a kiss to his chin. "I do, I love you too."

Fin

[writingoddess1125]

Deal with the Devil

This is honestly just a Comedy no idea what this is 🤣

GNReader x AU Demon Buggy

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"You Fucking Asshole!" (Y/N) screamed, Tossing their phone across the room as you stood there.

Your Rotten Bastard of a Boyfriend- Best to say Ex now!

You'd done everything for him.. wrote his resume, got him job interviews, washed his crusty underwear!

He had wrecked your apartment, drained your saving all for what? The hope of God damn magic!

Yes Fucking magic-

He was a pinterest board having Half ass 'Witch' that claimed he was of a Witch blood line.

Maybe it was that Witch bloodline that lead him to stick his dick in some random as twink at the Bar!

"Fuck You!" You screamed in the air, sobbing as you rushed to your liquor cabinet- It wasn't like you had much but you grabbed the quarter bottle of vodka and the rum. It would do-

Playing terrible break up music you drank away your sorrows- Sobbing hysterically into your carpeted livingroom floor as you finished the vodka, You tossing the empty bottle across the room causing it to shatter.

Stumbling up, you waddle to the kitchen- in state deciding a cup was finally smart-

In you drunken stooper you grabbed a 711 cup from the counter wanting to pour more booze in it- but pausing when you saw it. Your EX's book of shadows- Aka a Dollar Tree Notebook were he stashed his stupid spells and random pages he pirated from the internet. Picking it up and getting ready to throw it in the trash with the rest of your EX's shit when you finally sober up-

But opened it randomly seeing a folded up peice of paper tucked I to the sides. Rolling your eyes you open it and see a well worn page, however it wasn't ancient by any means- the witches.com emblem in the corner cluing you in to that. But in big bold letters on the top said 'SUMMON A DEMON TO DO YOUR BIDDING!' Easy how to guide.

Fuck it- What did you have to lose! Your drunken hazy mind reasoned. Flicking the Dollar Tree book to an random page and tossing it down on the coffee table-

Looking through you saw the ingredients needed. Food, A liquid, lighter, a Vessel and DNA. Chuckling at the rather basic guide you plopped down and poured off a quarter of your bottle of Rum in the 711 cup-

"We recommend 'moon water'- Welp you're getting Captian Morgan-" You laugh as you pour more of the rum into your mouth, hissing at its burn as you look at the next instructions.

"Alright food- We recommend a herb or item you have a dee- fuck that" You grumble looking around and seeing some leftovers from the corner store. Taking the stale hotdog that had been on your table far too long.

"Fuck it- A hotdog will do" You said with a cackle as you shoved it into the cup without care.

"Now play music to set your intent-" You read, Laughing at the weirdness of this all.

"Music huh! Then we shall play the song of my God damn love life!"

With a crying laugh, you opening up your music app and playing what felt appropriate- Circus Music.

"Now last add DNA- May it be hair, Blood, nails. Ha! Yeah right. Got your DNA right here-" You say and spit into the 711 cup like a redneck spitting chew.

(DONT DO THIS AT HOME) after this you look at the instructions- 'Light the alcohol on fire and focus on your intentions' Pulling a lighter out you set the alcohol ablaze and sat there letting the circus music and smell of burning plastic and hotdogs fill your senses.

'I want to get fucked up and beat up a fucking loser!-' Was the only thing you thought before starting to feel yourself starting to black out. Not noticing the flames beginning to burn a bright blue as the shadows of the room wirled around you and took a solid mass.

Soon a shadowy figure eclipsed your form as a the smell of candy apples filled the room.

"HOW ARE YOU SUMMON THE GREAT AND MIGHTY BUGGY THE CLOWN DE-...." He stopped during his monolog and stared at his summoner- passed out on the couch infront of the coffee table while holding the now out lighter used to summon him and a half burned plastic cup, slouched over in a clearly drunken stooper and groaning loudly from discomfort. Waving his hand it detached and tossed the dirty cup into the sink noting the piles of moldy dishes that stopped the fire- Buggy glanced around now, noticing the dirty apartment and disgusting everything of the place.

He cringed at the sight- Looking to you and shaking your shoulder to catch your attention.

"Oi- You. Please tell me you aren't the fucker who summoned me-" He begged, watching you roll your head around confused stating up at the man before you. He wore what looked like a pirate get up- with a bright cherry nose and bright blue hair that reminded you of the sea-

You opened your mouth, prepared to tell this dude to get out of your house- Before that oh so familiar feeling hit you and you puked all over his pants and shoes in a aray of alcohol and chips.

The man giving a short scream at this as he stood there petrified.

"I'm sorry-" You managed before passing out. Leaving the clown standing there with a look of total disgust on his face as he stared at the fresh vomit all over him.

"YOUVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

[snapscube]

You have no idea who I am dear stooper- wait shit

GET HER, GIRLS!!!!!

[themolescriticalblog]

Like I did with Hazbin on my main blog partially, I'm starting to think of ways I'd rewrite Helluva Boss and specifically focusing in Stolas and Blitz, and trying to make it an actual arc that makes sense with the character beats and development.

Something I think really hinders Stoltiz from truly being something that people could actually get there backs on is:

· The development of Stolas's feelings towards Blitz is way too fast, and out of nowhere. For example: in LooLoo land, Stolas has almost no interested in Blitz besides sexual interest (from what I remember it's been a while since I've seen it). But it's weird for me, since he's acting this way when we've seen how basically he's always had a crush on Blitz. So him purely acting this way at first and then slowly it getting basically retconed (thanks Vivzie) is really weird to me.

· Everything is about STOLAS. Tell me when we've ever gotten a genuine look, into Blitz thoughts about this agreement. Besides one off jokes, and basically Truth Seekers, Full Moon and Apology Tour (if you ignore Stolas's whining). We only get to see how Blitz feels in STOLAS'S PERSPECTIVE during major moments. We never really get to have a moment where Blitz is truly contemplating Stolas. I hope this part makes sense.

So, from these two points and a few smaller things, like Stolas being this sappy, "good" royal from the start who if ever called out for his actions, the show basically tries to frame it as non-serious as it can cause it's from "villains" or people who "misunderstood", here's kinda the basics of what I've come up with, for rewriting Stoltiz:

Stolas and Blitz don't meet when they were children, we don't have that emotional connection between them at all from the start, and the simple bases is that Blitz one night sneaks the Grimorie, and Stolas in a drunken stooper fails to catch Blitz with the book before he's run off

That doesn't mean Blitz is off the hook though, as Stolas finds him, and instead of killing him as he normally would go a "foolish imp" who tried to really steal his most prized possession. He instead offers a deal to Blitz, which he consents to begrudgingly and they seal it in a handshake, where if the dues are broken with no word as to why the full moon meeting was missed, or any other reasons from either parties side, it's broken off, with the Grimorie going back to Stolas, and Blitz to never step foot in his home again.

Reason why he even let's Blitz live? Well he sees here he has an imp he finds cute wanting to trade something for the Grimorie for a business. Perhaps he thinks he's being so generous and kind giving someone lower than him an opportunity to rise. Or perhaps it involves getting back at Stella in some way by actively cheating on her in their own bed, a horrible thing, which he has little thought of being so horrible. It really depends, it could be both.

Stolas here is explicitly morally dubious/very grey at "best" or an antagonist at worse here from the start. In this he was once a sweet child who soon was expected to fit the form of your petty, selfish, and horrid prince, who became who he was fully. Inside he knows what he is doing is horrible, that he shouldn't treat people the way he does, but doesn't properly have the facilities to change, and no active reason to change, besides for Octavia. But even he's too ignorant to really see it as more than "the common mistakes a parent makes their first time around".

While he is abused by Stella, it's not as if he's completely innocent himself, and Stella in this case isn't overly cartoonishly evil. And while he loves Octavia and tries to make their home life the best for her, he's ignorant to her needs, and not just one episode at LuLu Land is going to "fix" it all as mentioned earlier.

From this point in it's kinda difficult for me to think about how this would turn into an "actual relationship"??? I was thinking of something like this:

basically Blitz during different episodes that involve him and Stolas directly causes Stolas to began rethinking many of his actions, and his prejudice/so far as racism to the other races of hell that are deemed lower than him. These ideas, that are also perpetuated by Octavia, and in episodes such as Ozzie's, begin to change him, begin to make him realize how much of a fuck head he's been.

This is when Stolas begins to try to fix what he's done, he talks to Asmodeus about these things, he tries to have a serious chat with Stella, apologizes for his cheating but knows he's gone to far to really fix anything. They decide on divorce, and Asmodeus mentions the crystal. Not as a way out for Stolas, to excuse himself from using what's more than just an Imp, but a person. But, as a way to let Blitz have a choice, a proper choice, on what he wants to do.

Full Moon happens, but this time, Stolas doesn't beat around the bush, he tells Blitz full out in text that it's important they have a proper talk, and Stolas explains it out front without making Blitz begin to beg on his knees, saying he'll do anything before presenting the crystal (that scene makes me SEETHE). He presents the crystal, explains his reasoning, and what Blitz has helped him realize about himself. That he's an extremely flawed and horrible person, who needs time to really think about who he's become, but knows he doesn't want to keep Blitz trapped. And Blitz then takes the crystal.

Thought it doesn't stop their communication, basically you'd see any following episodes featuring Stolas slowly showing him fully developing into a better person. I feel like him and Blitz though a series of events would become more like friends if anything, they'd help each other with their own struggle. Maybe they'd never be good for each other even, but they're healing.

That's kinda all, MAYBE IT WAS, PRETTY SAPPY, you see I really just wish, this could work, that the writing was ok in some fashion. Hell maybe my version of it makes it worse, doesn't make Stolas less borderline if not rapey than he is, but if anything I wanted this version of their arc to show Stolas actually CHANGING as a person due to his ACTIONS EFFECTING OTHERS and being called out for it. If you have any thoughts feel free to reblog, comment or send an ask!!!! Main reason I started this blog besides ranting is I wanted a place to also share my ideas!!!

[sendpseuds]

WIP Wednesday - Dalliances with Death

This came out of a suggestion from @palfriendpatine66 and it's going to be very weird and I am very excited. Anyway, here you go...

x

The first time Death meets Obi-Wan Kenobi, he is only three years old.

The poor boy’s parents have already been taken.

His father deserved it, Death thinks. A man who drank himself into a shivering stooper every night, instead of returning home to his wife and starving son. An accident was maybe even too good for him. Too fast.

That was a year ago.

His mother went this morning. The victim of a system that does not care about her or the blue-eyed boy she leaves behind.

A boy who stands before Death now, brave and beautiful.

“I’m Obi-Wan,” his voice is squeaky but strong and self-assured as he looks directly at his doom, no fear in those shining crystal eyes, “who are you?”

“I’m Death.”

A small hand extends, and Death takes it in his own.

It’s so tiny.

It’s so soft.

“It’s nice to meet you, Death.”

By some miracle, the boy will survive until morning. He will be found just in time to save his life.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a very lucky boy.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.”

[writingsofwesteros]

The first time with Ulf was a drunken mistake

Rhaenyra's daughter had had a bit too much wine and was feeling lonely, missing her uncle Aegon

She had stumbled into Ulf's room and in her drunken stooper thought he was Aegon

Imagine Ulf's surprise when not long after claiming Silverwing, the queen's daughter barges into his room and starts riding his cock like she rides a dragon

Ulf still thinks he's dreaming but this pleasure would not feel so good and real if so.

She bounces up and down without care; whining prettily when his fat cock pushes deep and toys at her soft, spongy spot.

She spells out Aegon's name on his lap and as she comes to the end; she squirting, nearly pushing his cock from her

[romanarose]

Jake Lockley Head Canons

Jake likes flat caps bc he watched peaky binders once and made it his whole personality.

He also read a Sherlock Homes book once and thought "A man needs a good hat"

Watched evert Mets game he can, but if a game conflicts with one of Marc's Chicago teams, he'll let Marc watch. He deserves a treat.

He'll turn to his team during commercial breaks tho, which is very confusing to Marc.

Absolutely was the one to ask Dylan on that date bc he wanted to get laid.

Went to the Selena museum in Corpus Christi. Absolutely cries when he watches the end of the Selena movie

Shouts threats as he drives by Taco Bell

Still goes to Taco Johns for potato oleys.

Likes to draw sometimes. Mostly scenery. Makes him feel better to create something of beauty.

Jake will take over after Marc drinks himself into a stooper. Takes all his will power to make himself drink water, get dressed for bed, brush his teeth, clean up the mess etc. If this is before Steven is aware of Marc, he'll put the tap on the door, ankle restraint etc.

Wasn't scared of the dark before, but he is now, after the sarcophagus.

Won't get a nightlight. Let's himself suffer.

Fights with Marc over what kind of pizza they are getting, thick or thin crust.

Steven takes over while they are distracted and gets a vegan pizza. Marc and Jake are pissed.

Knows how to swim. there was a fair amount of muscle memory from Marc (growing up by lake Michigan, most people can swim) but by the end of one summer, he could pull bodies out of the water if needed. Absolutely no traumatizing reason behind that.

Makes fun of Marc and Steven's accents.

Pancakes over waffles

Hates black coffee. He adds so much cream and sugar it's practically white.

Will also drink fruity mixed drinks. He's comfortable in his masculinity.

Will absolutely go see a chick flick and get a little too into it

Is a car bro.

Was absolutely gutted to hear of Vicente Fernandez's death this year.

Keeps that mfing Chapstick on him. Can't be can't be caught slackin incase it's time to be kissing the ladies.

Did a bunch of chores when Marc was married to Layla so there was one less thing for them to fight about.

Loves Pizza Rolls.

Secretly loves when kids are in his cab. Hates when they are messy tho. But he'll allow it.

[toomagazineperfection]

She saw sooner, lies of her going down.

In an apocalypse of movers. She was learning down.

She was gulping sooner lying slower.

She was lain stooper.

She was her hedge mover.

She knew to her body movers.

He was stupper.

He was lying slower.

He was her lie-still slower.

He was morning-till we kept a lone-diner.

He was going fine.

He was loving hers.

He was love.

He was loner.

Hedge.

Hoopers.

Hoops.

Hoop.

Love.

[inukag-archive]

HELLO! would it be possible to get a list of ONGOING FICS that you have to run (not walk) when there is an update (aka your favorites)?

Hello Nonnie!

Warm up your AO3 Subscribe (or FFN Alert) button and get ready to run as soon as you get a glorious Update Email. As per our standard the Fic Finders chose 20 stories and we grouped them based on how recently they have updated (within the last year, within the last three years, and more than three years).

ONE YEAR

Legacy by @fandomobsessions016 (M)

“She thinks this is a game,” Shippo stated weakly, his solemn comment cutting through the tense air. “Like… for fun.”

“Why the hell would you think that?” Inuyasha snapped, never taking his eyes off her, captivated by the storm that was forming inside them.

“Because that’s what I was told it was,” Kagome replied, looking back at him, her lip trembling as she felt her sanity begin to crumble to nothing more than ash in her mind.

“You were lied to.”

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If We Fall Anyway by @soliska (T)

What if the shikon jewel didn’t exist and Naraku never came to be? What if Kagome fell down the well anyway and met a gruff, young inu-hanyou. Would they still become friends? What would be their story?

A tale told in snippets.

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Monster by @akitokihojo (E)

A murderous demon taints the world with unforgivable crimes, taking out his weakness in secret. Unfortunately for him, it isn't that easy. He thinks he's unstoppable, but his arrogance blinds him to the war blooming before him. Kagome and Inuyasha, both powerful in their own way, and even more so together, step forward to try to put an end to things.

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Thy Thralldom Come by TheMondayChild (E) Two sisters of royal blood are captured by the enemy. Their kingdom is no more. A cruel Prince has taken them both for his own, tempting them into depths unexplored by good girls. Their choice is clear: lose themselves or lose their lives.

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Hit the Like Button by @omgitscharlie (E)

After a public breakup, successful social media influencer Kagome Higurashi is single for the first time since she started her career. Trying to cheer her friend up, Sango hosts a party in hopes of getting Kagome out of her stooper; unbeknownst to her, there's a certain person Sango wants her to meet.

Having a hard time moving on from his last relationship, simple mechanic Inuyasha Nōnēmu is dragged to a party hosted by the girlfriend of his long-time friend, Miroku. Begrudgingly accepting, he is unknowingly set up to meet one of Sango's friends.

Unfortunately, the set up does not go as hoped as the two know each other from previous, unsavory interactions.

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One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You by @shinidamachu (G)

“and I'd choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.” – Kiersten White. For each chapter, a prompt from the One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You list.

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Supersum by @elkonigin (M)

Supersum (Latin): (1) As a remainder, to be left, to remain, to exist still; (2) to live after, outlive, to be still alive, to survive; (3) to be in excess, to be superabundant or superfluous; (4) to be present, to serve by being present, to assist

I am what is left over. I survived. I am superfluous. I support, advocate for, and defend.

My name is Kagome Higurashi.

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Million Dollar Man by @inussunflower (E)

Inuyasha is a troubled UFC fighter, who has quickly found comfort in the lap of luxury. However, his temper had landed him in trouble numerous times already in his short career. Lately, his publicist Miroku has had enough of his self-destructive ways. Exasperated, Miroku has decided it's best for Inuyasha to enter a public relationship, in an attempt to soften his public image. Enter Kagome Higurashi, a barista who works at a cafe a few blocks away from Inuyasha's flashy Manhattan apartment. Tempers and frustrations fly as Kagome and Inuyasha struggle in adjusting to a loveless relationship, but will time change that?

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Shelter by @lavendertwilight89 (E)

Feudal Era AU: Song fic inspired Stuck with You and Shelter

Inuyasha has been alone most of his life and one moonless night he gets caught up with a young priestess. She saves him and he, in return, helps her. What he doesn't realize is this priestess holds a lot of secrets which may or may not cost both of them their lives...

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Writing on the Wall by @absent-angel (T)

Inuyasha doesn't believe in haunted houses – until he actually buys one. Figures. A story told in bits and pieces.

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THREE YEAR

Out of the Woods by @dyaz-stories (T)

After the murder of Kikyo, the local priestess, the villagers start leaving offerings to the forest's god, who they think they've angered. Kagome, called to the village to replace her cousin, finds out, too late, just how far they're willing to go when they use her as the month's sacrifice. She decides not to go down without a fight — except that, instead of an angry god, she finds herself faced with a hungry half-demon, who's very annoyed he won't be getting a food offering for the month.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Where’s my food?”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I not a sacrifice satisfying enough?”

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Only the Right Medicine by @dawnrider (E)

Modern AU: Kagome is new to the small town where humans and youkai live in relative peace. But there is a disruption of that peace in the late daiyoukai's hanyou son who is at risk of being overcome. Maybe the new addition to town is exactly what he needs...

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Little Family by @xoxopandapanda (T)

Post Canon and A/U: Inuyasha and Kagome's family grows in time, starting with a little child who needs parents to teach him to love.

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That Flesh of Mine by @witchygirl99 (M)

Kagome just wanted to get through high school in one piece. She never thought one night in the woods would change everything: that monsters were real. They were coming to the tiny town of Sakura for something important, something powerful. And one monster, with claws and fangs and blood-soaked silver hair, was the centre of all of it. Watching her with golden eyes.

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Behind the Silk Screen by @eien-no-basho (E)

When a twist of fate brings the common-born priestess Kagome to serve Inuyasha, Divine Emperor of Japan, will she be able to help him claim his place on the throne and bring order to their country? Or will court intrigues and their own burgeoning feelings tear the two and their nation apart? A historical romance set in Japan’s Heian Era.

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Demon Nature by @shardetector (E)

He spoke low and gently, although his voice was gruff with his demon still so close to the surface, “You saved me wench, now I’ll repay the favor.”

With that, his muscles bunched in his legs as he sprung up and out of the well, a red blur in the night as he made his way through the forest to his destination. His precious cargo held safely to his chest, as he raced to save her with his demonic speed.

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One Last Ride by @lemonlushff (E)

Kagome comes home to Montana from her new life in California…Only to be greeted with hostility and the demons of her past. Some mistakes can never be forgiven. She just hopes that maybe this one can. Inspired by BrigidTheFae/Clearwillow's art - New Moon Ride. Inu/Kag. Rated E for the reasons you think. Art by BrigidTheFae/Clearwillow inside!

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THREE YEARS+

Sachi by Quillwing717 (M) Inn owner InuYasha Kasahara is finally satisfied with his life. Undisturbed, isolated…and peaceful. Until the arrival of Kagome, half-frozen, partially clothed, and unconscious from a gunshot to the head. Worse…her face is chillingly familiar.

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Freak Attraction: Seven Man Circus by @artistefish (M)

A macabre new circus has come to Japan, boasting the strangest collection of freaks ever seen. When Kagome and Inuyasha learn what these 'freaks' really are, they determine to set them free form their sadistic captors. But they need time, and in a city full of humans and no way to fight, their only choice is to become circus acts themselves.

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Possession by Wheezambu (M) Ch. 38 updated. When Inuyasha uses the jewel to become a full demon, it has a tragic outcome. This story touches painful subjects of love betrayed, survival, and redemption. This is a dark, sometimes bitter story for emotionally adult readers who understand that even the best people sometimes lose themselves and the pain of returning to those feelings. In short, it's a love story.

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PS This is post three in the Mod Favorite's Series: Mod Comfort Fics -=- Mod Must Reads

[prettyswellaus]

Tom, known by his Superhero alias "Icebreaker" has the ability of Cryokinesis or Ice manipulation.

As for the origin of said powers, on a very cold and snowy night, Tom got pretty damn drunk. In his drunken stooper he decided to head home unaware (or rather apathetic) of the freezing temperatures. He unknowingly ended up shifting into his monster form in an act of survival. As the cold consumed him, his monster form quickly adapted to the cold (think like Eevee). Thankfully he made it to Dusk's house, was found by her parents, and brought in the house, though not before passing out. 

Waking up, he realized his horns were both icy blue and could no longer retract, and that this adaptation to his monster form gave him powers over ice. Thus, Icebreaker was born.

[moralpuppet]

@starywisteria prayed: " You could have been killed out there! " - Diana

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS

❝ Golly!❞ Orel hadn't even noticed the danger he had put himself in. He was too busy just worrying about his father, and God's watchful gaze. He resides to clasping his hand to his opposite arm, features pulled down into a frown. His eyes avoid any contact made.

❝ Gee, I just wanted to help.❞ He should have known one day Clay would stumble into danger in a drunken stooper. ❝ He could've gotten hit by a car. ❞ He scowls in the direction his pathetic excuse for a father had staggered off to. That was the second time now Orel had saved his life and, even though he didn't expect a thank you, Clay wouldn't remember it. Still. He's gone now.

Orel's cane had scarcely made the journey, it still lay out in the road. He decided he's much too exhausted to go back for it so he just sits beside Diana in the grass. ❝ Mom kicked him out.❞ It was too much information about their family life that should be kept secret and behind closed doors. 

❝ Sorry. I didn't mean to worry anyone, it was just - just the drink. ❞ He scowls into nowhere in particular. He hadn't meant to cause a scene.