#The shirt was based on tags I wrote on tumblr

[shares-a-vest]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by the wonderful @hbyrde36 and @sidekick-hero. Thank you both so much for the tags 💖 I always love seeing authors talking about their work!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Six. I really need to cross-post some stuff, including what I wrote for Steddie Love Month and the Flufftober Spring Event.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

16,565 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things and let me tell you, the brainrot is not subsiding (it is settling in to fester now).

4. What are your top 5 3 fics by kudos?

you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry

Just a Shirt

Eds, I'm Hungry

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! And I'm sure my answers are always too long-winded 😂 It makes me so happy to get comments on the silly things I write. Actually, brb, I'm sure in the initial excitement, I have forgotten to respond to some here and there.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This ficlet (WARNING: BREAK UP FIC). Life got hectic during Eddie Month so I only wrote a couple of things and this one hurrrrt baaad.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm, tough to pick seeing as I usually write happy endings. Lol, the number of times I ended something with Steddie kissing or saying, "I love you". I think I'll go with the entirety of my Joanie Munson AU because it's where I aim to be as fluffy/sappy as possible.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I am extremely thankful that so far I haven't. And I am sending all my love and hugs to people who deal with/have dealt with hateful comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson vs. A Box of Condoms is the closest I have come (hehe, pun). Idk, I struggle to write smut. I'm much better with suggestive language and innuendo, but somehow this fic got the balance right and honestly, gave me a lot of confidence!

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. But I need everyone to know that I have a Riverdale x ST crossover sloshing around in my brain juice on the regular.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. But now I'm paranoid *also proceeds to have an existential crisis about ai scraping my very internet-based soul.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'm more than welcome for someone to reach out.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I am absolutely open to it though! The closest to a collab I have done is Just a Shirt in which I wrote a whole fic from some incredible tags that were left on a ficlet.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I mean, it's gotta be Steddie right? I've never had a hyperfixation give me brainrot like this. Though, if we go back to lame teenage me, the ship that really got me into the fic/tumblr sphere was Sterek.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have been returning to a few wips I thought I had abandoned lately, so never say never. I firmly believe in taking a break if something isn't working out and circling back with fresh eyes.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Despite how I am probably answering most of these questions (lmao), I think I am pretty good at keeping my writing concise and moving it right along. It's not that I rush writing, but I am good at recognising when something I have written begins to meander. I like writing dialogue where people are cutting each other off, and crafting stuff that is a quick little ficlet etc. Having said this...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptive language. I always get so caught up in action and dialogue that I easily forget descriptions of surroundings, objects, clothes etc. Funnily enough, right now I am working on a few quick visual aids (flash-sheet style sketches) for my Steddie BB fic of things that I need to keep in mind/remember to describe as a strategy that will hopefully help.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I could never do it (I only speak English), but honestly, kudos to you if you do/can!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Stranger Things is the first fandom I have written for.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I swear to god this isn't a plug, but I thiiiiink it might be the wip I am oh-so-close to finishing. It's basically a character study of Steve's Mom and is her POV of the end of season 3. I have shared some snippets in the STWG server (and complained during writing sprints). I just need to do a solid edit and get a vibe-check read-through from someone else then it's good to go!!!

Tagging: @momotonescreaming @eyesofshinigami @devondespresso @missberrycake @steventhusiast

(I know this tag game has been making the rounds, so if you see this and haven't been tagged yet, count this as a tag)

[larry-hiatus]

Writing “Goals” for 2024

I made a list of writing goals in 2022 and 2023, so I decided to make one for this year too! (I’m putting “goals” in quotations because these are some things I would like to do, but I’m not necessarily aiming to definitely do them, if that makes sense. We’ll just see what happens!)

1. Tackle some ideas from my list - I keep adding to a list of potential fic ideas, and it’s getting long! They often get added to the list and then forgotten about, so I would love to write some of these instead of always starting fics from brand new ideas.

2. Write a long(ish) fic - This one is ehhhh, nerve wracking. I feel like I’m rubbish at longer fics (long by comparison to my normal stuff, which doesn’t usually go above 15K). I don’t have the attention span or motivation, I’m not good at plots or world building, and if it’s not PWP, I feel lost. That being said, I have ideas for longer fics, and I think it would be nice to try them out. We’ll see!

3. Write a non smut fic - As I mentioned above, non PWPs are not my strong suit. However, I usually try to make it a goal to write at least one non smut fic each year. It’s difficult for me. I was able to do it a few times this year, my favorite being my Halloween fic. I don’t always like how my non smut come out, but sometimes I have ideas that I want to write that don’t include smut. I think it can be a good challenge.

4. Finish and repost a specific old fic - Way back during One Direction’s prime, I wrote chaptered fics on Tumblr. They were well liked, and I enjoyed it! There is one fic that I really loved and never finished. I posted it on AO3 a couple of years ago, but I have since privated it. I would love to finally finish it, maybe even go back and update some of the old chapters to better reflect my writing style and abilities now, and then share it again with everyone.

5. Write for Wank Fest - In 2022, I wrote an infamous fic for Wank Fest, and I had a lot of fun. In 2023, I wanted to write for it again. I even had several ideas, but I didn’t have enough time or motivation to finish them! It would be great if I could come back to the fest this year.

6. Write a spur of the moment canon fic - 2023 was the first year that I did this, whipping out a fic in a couple of days based on an event that just happened IRL. I did it when Louis got new hand tattoos, when Harry accidentally posted his 1D shirt selfie, and with a series based on Harry’s naughty HSLOT shows. Obviously I can’t predict what will happen IRL or what will inspire me this year, but ya never know!

7. Write some fics for CSW based on past concert moments - Speaking of my HSLOT series, I had said that I might go back and write more fics for it based on older show moments, either Harry’s solo shows or even some 1D shows. I don’t have any immediate or definitive plans for that, but it’s in the back of my head!

8. Write a dark fic - This was something else that I did for the first time last year. I didn’t even understand why people would want to write or read a dark fic, but once I got into it, I loved it. I’m so proud of the fic I wrote, and I think it would be awesome if I could explore that kind of thing again.

9. Write a sequel - Yet another goal that I completed in 2023, and I’m adding it to my goal list again! I definitely have ideas, and I’ve gotten requests, so it’s definitely a possibility!

10. Use a beta more often - I never used to post fics without getting them betaed first. However, this past year, I haven’t done it as much. Part of this is because I was doing so many sudden fics that I wanted to post ASAP, but another reason is because I have a hard time taking criticism and finding a balance for what kind of betaing I want/need. I think it would be beneficial for me to try and push past that a bit!

That’s all I’ve got for now! I’ve reused some old goals, but hey, they’re good ones for me lol. We shall see what happens as the year goes on!

Going to tag some lovely writers—I would love to hear some of your goals, plans, hopes, or ideas for the year if you haven’t already posted a list! @lunarheslwt @alwaysxlarrie @larrysballetslippers @enchantedlandcoffee @hellolovers13 @zanniscaramouche @harruandlou @loveislarryislove @red-pandaaa @nooradeservedbetter @greeneyesfriedrice @hl-obsessed @beelou @28goldens @huggieshalo @justanothershadeofblue @littleohs @louieshalo @allwaswell16 @parmahamlarrie y

Feel free to say I tagged you if you want to share your writing goals too!

[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - STRICTLY 18+ NSFW Language

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

Tag List - Let me know if you want on or off :)@smears-and-spots @punkrocknpearls​​ @youbloodymadgenius​​ @momowhoo​​ @zuxiezendler​​ @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog​ @ivar-s-my-brat-tamer​ @pieces-by-me​ @heavenly1927​​ @berryonasummerevening @synnersaint​​ @out-of-the-box-and-into-alchemy​ @petite-hime​​ @serasvictoria​​ @mimiiinspace​​ @itsmysticalmystery​​ @lonewolf471​​ @mylifeisactuallyamess​​ @draculasbride-blog​​ @love-all-things-writing​​ @southernbe​​ @redhead7799​​ @kaybee87​​ @ivarlover​​ @ivarhoegh​​ @idgafiamallthefandoms​​ @darkphoenix5037​​ @profoundtyrantharmony​​ @snarling-through-our-smiles​​ @crazyunsexycool​​ @xceafh​​ @bragisrunes​​@noway4u @batmandallyboy​​ @complicatedbutrare @readsalot73​​​​ @meandmycherrytree @wonton-wrappers​ 

Masterpost

CHAPTER 6

At exactly 3pm your bell goes. A smile is on your face and an excited flutter in your stomach is present as you open the door to him. You have never seen him look so fucking sexy. He is in grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, his hair isn’t as perfect as usual either. You have only seen him in super formal dress, shirts, ties and trousers. This casual look is really doing it for you.

“You are very punctual,” you tease him and he smiles at you.

“You are overdressed, I thought this was sweatpants day?” He looks at your summer dress.

“Not that I’m complaining, this little dress is sexy on you, and it’s got easy access,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“You are denied access today, and I am going to change into my sweats, you look comfy in yours and I’m jealous,” you laugh and beckon him into your place.

“Have a seat, I’m going to change,” you tell him.

“Can I have a seat on your bed and watch you?” Ivar inquires, fake innocence in his voice.

You just look him over and tut, walking away, smiling when you know he can’t see you.

You come back into your living room and he is sitting super close to your spot on the sofa. He smiles as you walk in, and looks you up and down. You have a hoodie on but have deliberately chosen some shorts so he can see some skin.

“You're not going to be cold?” He asks, smirking. You smile and shake your head.

“So, what shall we watch?” You ask him and you take a seat next to him on the couch and cross your legs.

“I don’t know what you want to watch but I’m going to watch you,” he says, eyes trailing over your legs.

“Funny and a bit creepy all at once,” you laugh at him. He chuckles and pulls your closest leg over lap. It feels natural to you so you leave it there.

“Put on something I won’t have seen,” he says to you as his hands rest on your shin.

You think for a second. Something reality TV based, he doesn’t strike you as a reality TV man.

“Oh you are going to regret that, I watch the biggest load of shite there is!” You laugh. “Tell me if my leg starts to hurt yours, ok?” You tell him quietly. He faces you quickly and nods, with a small smile on his face.

You put on The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills and glance at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh shit, yes! Is Lisa Vanderpump still in this? She cracks me up,” he says, looking at you. You are dumbfounded. “What?” He asks.

“I didn’t have you down as a Housewives fan!” You laugh.

“Oh there’s lots you don’t know about me, Y/N,” he gives you a cheeky wink.

You watch the show and his hands stay on your leg occasionally moving them up and down and it feels amazing.

“Keep rubbing my leg, it feels good” you tell him when his hands stop. He smiles but keeps his eyes on the TV. His hands move up and down and start massaging your thigh, you are very aware that your legs are open now his hand is travelling up your thigh.

There is very little material covering you up. As nice as it feels you have no plans for anything sexual to happen between you tonight. You shift to close your legs and you rest your head on his shoulder. If he notices he doesn’t say anything or change his actions. You feel him turn his head slightly and he gives you a small kiss into your hair, sending butterflies flapping in your stomach.

You have been watching trash TV in silence for over an hour. It’s a comfortable silence from you, you suddenly realise this might actually be boring as fuck for him. You forgot for a minute that he is probably used to spending his time doing much more upmarket things than lazing around watching shite TV.

“Ivar, are you bored? Sorry, I’ve just realised we haven’t really spoken in the last hour, I got sucked into the show and I feel really comfortable around you,” you apologise to him.

“I’m not bored at all actually, this is exactly what I want to be doing. I hardly ever get the chance to just chill out fully. Someone is always trying to get me to do something I don’t want to do, something business related, even on the weekends. I feel the most relaxed I have in a while.” His tone seems genuine to you. “I'm really enjoying just being next to you,” he admits, shyly.

You are studying his face, not a hint of bullshit is detected and that makes you smile.

“Do you want to kiss me? I want to kiss you. I’ve been thinking about kissing you again since you got here,” you tell him in a matter of fact tone. His tongue travels to his lips.

“I would like that very much,” he answers, voice full of anticipation.

You swing your legs off of his lap and shift yourself until you are facing him, with your legs underneath you. His body shifts so he is facing you, you are close to him again you can smell his shampoo and fabric softener.

You lean into him so your faces are close and press your mouth to his. It starts slowly, small pecks until a spark of lust ignites in you and you are carding your hand through his hair to the back of his neck whilst your other hand runs up his muscular bicep and settles there. You open your mouth at the same time as him and both your tongues slip into the other's mouth in unison. You explore each other and a blush covers your face. No kiss has ever felt so sensual to you, it's making your head spin. He has a hand gripping tightly to one of your thighs whilst the other is on your face.

There are fireworks going off in your stomach, you wonder if he is feeling even half of what you are.

Your lungs start to scream so you pull away, heavily breathing in his air. His eyes open slowly and take a second to focus on you, his hand still on your cheek. You’ve had enough oxygen so you dive back into his kiss, the sensation is intoxicating. You could stay like this for the rest of your life and die happy.

You eventually need to resurface, annoyingly, and you look into his beautiful eyes when you do.

“You are the best kisser,” you tell him, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Yeah?” His face alight with pride “I’m pretty good all round with my tongue,” he starts laughing and kisses you again. You smile into his mouth at his cheeky response.

You spend an age locked together, you don’t know how much time has passed but you know you haven’t kissed someone for this long since you were a teenager. At some point, and you aren’t even sure when, you have climbed onto his lap and you're straddling him.

When you finally emerge your lips are swollen and red and your hair is dishevelled, so is his. You breathe heavily as you look at each other, smiling. You hear his stomach growl.

“Shit, you are starving. Sorry, I lost track of time! Shall I order some food?” You ask him as you get off his lap carefully. He clears his throat, adjusts his sweatpants and nods. A satisfied smile creeps in your face.

“What do you want? What are you in the mood for?”

“Apart from more of you? Chinese, how about you?” He responds with a smile.

“Ugh I might kiss you again, that’s my favourite!” You exclaim excitedly “I’m going to really try not to eat myself into a food coma,” you warn him and he laughs at you.

“I will tuck you in if you do,” he says with a big smile on his face.

Over dinner the conversation is easy. You tell him about your childhood, your school life, your family and friends and your shop. He seems genuinely interested in you, and it’s interesting to compare how he grew up. Private schooling, maids, chefs, nannies, lavish holidays, college.

“So I am now joint CEO of the company, with my mum, although she is more silent, there in the title alone really. My taking over has caused a bit of a rift with Ubbe, it wasn’t my intention, the board just didn’t think he was ready,” he explains.

“So that’s where the competition and tension comes from, I don’t envy you having to navigate through that, Ivar,” you answer him honestly.

“No, it’s not fun, but sometimes you have to do what’s best for yourself. Like with you, I know you were dating Ubbe, but when I met you I felt something I haven’t felt before. I couldn’t just let that go because of him. I think we might have real potential,” he tells you quietly “I’m sorry if that’s a bit full on, I don’t even really know how you feel about him, or me.”

“Ivar, I have no feelings for your brother. Even if I hadn’t met you, Ubbe and I would have been done. He isn’t for me, I didn’t see a future with him at all. Not that I regret it, because I try not to have regrets, but if I knew how much I was going to like you I would never have dated him, much less slept with him.”

You can see Ivar wince at those words and it’s not pleasant. You put your hand to his cheek. “Sorry if it hurts you.”

“If it bothered me that much I wouldn’t be here,” he shrugs, “can you not sleep with any more of my brothers though?” His face pulls into a wicked smile.

You take in a deep breath and pull up one side of your mouth. “No promises sunshine, I haven’t met them all yet.” Ivar lets out a massive laugh and you follow suit.

“Technically, without dating Ubbe we would never have met…” your voice trails off.

“I will be sure to thank him in the wedding speech then.” Ivar says boldly, not a hint of embarrassment on his face. You let out a shocked laugh and change the subject.

“So tell me more about your usual wooing methods.” You ask him. “Do you really buy women those expensive bracelets? It’s insane if you do, and just FYI, they are a little ugly!” You whisper the last part to him with an awkward smile on your face.

He laughs loudly. “The type of women I have been used to dating are usually from very well off families and these types of gifts are expected. It’s kind of the norm,” he shrugs.

“Dude, you need to meet better women, normal women, not women who expect diamonds off you before you’ve even started dating!” You wag a finger at him.

“I think I have, haven’t I?” His face is full of hope. He is adorable, you lean over the table to plant another kiss on his lips and wrinkle your nose at him, smiling.

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Despite trying your hardest not to fall into a food coma, you both do. You move back to the sofa sitting close together again. You notice that Ivar is fidgeting around a lot.

“Are you okay?”

“My legs are starting to hurt,” he admits quietly.

“What can I do to help? Do you have painkillers? Do you want me to rub them? You rubbed mine enough today!” You offer him. His head turns towards you slowly, surveying your face.

“I don’t want you to see them,” he says quietly, embarrassed.

“OK. I don’t have to see them to rub them, if it would feel nice? I don’t have to though, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here,” you are a little flustered and hope you haven’t offended him.

He is quiet for a while trying to decide what to do. You turn back to the TV so he doesn’t feel pressured to answer you.

“I don’t want you to touch them. I don’t want you to be turned off by me in any way.” It’s taken him courage to say that, you can tell from the blush in his cheeks.

“I wouldn’t be turned off by you, Ivar, trust me. I will be gentle,” you tell him and he gives a quick nod. “Do you want to lay down and put them over me?” You ask him and he nods quickly again and undoes his braces.

You both get into position and you put a gentle hand on his thigh and start rubbing softly. “Is this okay? Tell me if I’m going too rough or you like it a different way, okay?”

You tell him and turn back to the TV.

“I don’t know how I like it, no one has ever offered to do this for me. No one has touched them except nurses and doctors since I was a child.” His voice is so small.

“Well, I will rub them any time for you, if it will help and you like it, I know how good it feels for me and I haven’t even got any pain.” You say honestly.

He lets out a deep sound of relief when you start to touch him more, massaging as gently as you can. It feels so good to be able to help him in any small way you can.

You continue massaging his legs and watching TV until you hear small snores from the man beside you. You smile at his angelic face. He doesn’t seem at all like his reputation, you think to yourself.

You don’t want to wake him but it’s getting late and you don’t think your sofa will do his pain levels any good so you very carefully remove his legs from your lap and crawl over to wake him up. You give him a little kiss on his cheek and as he stirs you peck him on the lips.

“Ivar, wake up, it’s getting late” his eyes open and he inhales deeply.

“Thanks for rubbing my legs, I feel so relaxed. I will call my driver and go home. Thanks for a lovely day,” he tells you and kisses you.

“Do you want to stay over with me? Just to sleep though,” you offer.

His face breaks into a smile “I did bring a bag with my meds and stuff just in case!” You let out a huff of laughter at his cheekiness.

“Oh yeah? Thought you were going to get lucky did you?” You tease him with raised eyebrows.

His face pulls into an awkward smile. “I can neither confirm nor deny that there are condoms in my bag.”

“Well you will be leaving with as many as you came with!”

“Shit am I going bareback?” He says with widened eyes. Your face breaks into a shocked smile and you start laughing loudly.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N! Thanks, I would love to stay, I will keep my dick in my pants I promise!” He pulls your face to his for another kiss.

You help him up and show him where your bedroom is. You let him use the bathroom first and you get ready in the other room, to give you both some privacy. When you enter your bedroom he is under the covers with no top on and you can see a bunch of tattoos you didn’t know were there.

“Hey! That's not fair, how am I supposed to keep this sleepover clean if you flash your tattoos at me?!” Your mouth agape as your eyes sweep over him.

“The same way I’m going to have trouble with you in those tiny shorts, I can see asscheeks,” he retorts.

“Touché,” you wink at him and get into bed.

“Do you think I could get a few kisses?” You ask in fake innocence.

“Come here,” he pulls you to him and the kissing starts again, god this is the horniest you’ve been in a while, but you don’t want to sleep with him yet, you actually like him and don’t want it to turn into a one night stand. You remind yourself that despite today, and getting on really well, you don’t know him at all, and there’s an underlying unease regarding the Ubbe situation.

You break apart and you are lying side to side looking at each other.

“Good night, Y/N,” he runs his hand through your hair. “I really had a great day with you.”

“Night, Ivar. I did too,” you say sleepily.

Chapter 7

[tokkias]

I love the way you write Natsu and Lucy! Especially when you do the more than friends less than lovers trope. You just get them and it’s always a joy to read your fics! Say, have you written anything about the Nalu day art by Mashima? The one where Lucy is wearing Natsu’s shirt and straddling him? If not, I’d love to read a smutty one shot by you :) Like, I imagine that Lucy got tired of waiting for Natsu to make a move so she just decides to have some fun and tease the heck out of him and turn him on to the point where he can’t take it anymore. But then Natsu catches on and teases her back so now it’s a battle of wills on who will cave first ;) Thank you for providing the Nalu community with your wonderful fics, I’m always looking forward to see what you come put with next!

waahh thank you! much appreciated :] i love that vibe so it's very fun for me to write.

as for nalu day art fic i wrote made you blush based on that art (you can read it on tumblr here if that's what you prefer) but it's just a cute sfw ficlet. my writing tag is a little messy because i have 50+ fics but pretty much everything i write gets posted to my ao3 and i'm pretty good at tagging so if there's something you're looking for you might find it there!

as for nalu day art smut i will write some at some point! i started one and promptly abandoned it because it was not coming to me at the time, but it will happen--soon hopefully!

anyway thank you smm ahhhhh. you're so sweet and i hope that you will continue to enjoy what i write :]

[hegoeshardasfuck]

incompatibility

wordcount: 0.8K

tags: kinktober 2023, animal traits, violent sex, blood drinking, off screen consent, feral behavior, hate sex

synopsis: Kyle hates Cartman, Cartman hates Kyle- Kenny gives a dare.

note: never writing kyman again. i wrote it to get thru kinktober. but otherwise never again. still, hope the tumblr girlies enjoy and consider checkin' the Ao3 or dropping a like

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50862367

"I fucking hate you," Kyle snarled as he tore the zipper down on his jacket and tossed aside his hat.

"Do you really?" Cartman asked almost tauntingly as threw aside his toque, furred ears pointed towards Kyle.

Kyle raised his gaze as he slid off his jacket, "I despise everything you stand for and my life would be better if you were six feet under," He pressed his hand to Cartmans chest, pressing onward. One foot in front of the other as he stared down the brunette. His tail flicked left and right in an agitated manner, "But, Kenny dared me."

"You could've pussied out," Cartman offered. The hand on his chest raised to the front of his shirt collar and fingers curled into the fabric. His ears flattened down.

"This is more fun," Kyle answered with a heady snarl before bringing Cartman into a kiss that was nothing more than teeth.

It was biting and clawing as they scrapped their way to the bed, claws tearing open the fabric of Kyle's shirt. Bites littered the expanse of the shorters throat, down from the corner of his mouth to every inch of exposed skin. They were almost bloody, he tasted iron in his mouth as he lapped at the wounds instinctively.

He mashed Cartman's face into the mattress with a hand at the base of his neck, claws tapping along his spine. His tail still flicked back and forth angrily, he was actually doing this, he was actually fucking Cartman. What a world.

Feet weakly hook around Kyle's ankles as the fox drags his claws along Cartman's side, agitating skin but not tearing it open. He wants too though, he wants so badly to tear open the bastard and eat him alive. That's illegal. So he doesn't. However, he does drop his fangs to Cartmans shoulder and bites until there's blood pooling under his tongue.

He screams at the searing pain that shoots down his arm and too his core. Blunt claws dig into the sheets as Kyle presses down on the back of his knees. They give and he slumps into the mattress even more as he goes partially limp. He freezes up entirely when Kyle presses against him, grounding hips against his own.

"Are you pussying out?" Kyle asked lowly. His voice was no higher than a growl in Cartman's ears.

"Fuck you Kyle," Cartman snarled back weakly, was he feeling lightheaded? No. He was not feeling lightheaded because of Kyle. He would never feel lightheaded because of Kyle or the wound he caused.

Kyle slammed his cock to the hilt in one fell swoop and Cartman yowled. Kyle lapped at the heavy wound, licking deep of it, adoring the flavor of ichor in his mouth. Then he started to thrust, not even giving time to pick up traction, full speed right away.

Cartman tore into the sheets even more. He would not have sheets afterwards, he's making Kyle foot the hotel bill for the destroyed stuff. He reaches desperately for a pillow to bite into, tearing open the down. He banged his head up against Kyle's and the fox yowled with a profanity as he reared back from the raccoon. His claws dug into Cartmans hips as he rammed back into the raccoon.

"Listen here, Eric," Kyle snarled, and the drop of his real name did a multitude of things to Cartman.

The raccoon stilled and bit his tongue, trying not to moan as his prostate was downright abused.

"I'm not gonna fucking knot you, but that's only because I have to clean up your wound," Kyle explained grimly, "If it weren't for that you'd be stuck on my cock for hours while I milk you dry."

And that makes Cartman cum, the promise and the threat all tangled into one. He fucking lives for it. He's panting a bit as Kyle tries to finish without forcing his knot past the brim. There's a tug on his tail when Kyle finishes, it makes Cartman yelp.

The fox briefly laps at the wound before pulling out and hoisting Cartman up. The racoon groans in protest as he's hauled to the bathroom and dropped into the tub. The water is flicked on and he just slumps against the porcelain as Kyle drenches a towel in soap and water. He dabs at the wound carefully.

"I hate you," Kyle snarled out, but the care he puts into cleaning the gash says otherwise.

"I hate you too," Cartman spat back, somewhere under his voice is affection.

"We're never speaking of this to anyone," Kyle threatened, Cartman nodded. He gave a soft 'ah' when soap hit an exposed nerve.

"Sounds good to me," Cartman said as Kyle brought his hands to the raccoons ears, "You don't need too-"

"I know," Kyle cut off Cartman with as he gently tended to the fur, "Just, let me have this."

Cartman nodded, "Alright man."

[mosneakers]

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#4

S U B J E C T E D- A Nervous Subject inspired ripped graphic T-shirt

For your sims who've seen some shit

Very busy so I'm leaving the Simblreen treats on the porch this year♡  Some of my lovelies have expressed interest in the shirt Nervous was wearing in my Moonkeeper render. So I figured it'd make the perfect Simblreen gift!

Maxis Match

Base Game Compatible (big tysm to @whyhellosims for helping me with learning this!♥)

For ts4

Includes an optional dirty or bloody ("costume blood") overlay, found in the ring category

Includes plain dirty or bloody swatches for those who don't want to download overlays

11 swatches all together

Made for masculine frames, but fem frames work too

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#3

Moonwood Mill Cropped Graphic Tee🌙🌲

Don't take any trips to Moonwood Mill without picking up a werewolf themed cropped tee from the local gift shop!

Base Game Compatible

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Available for Masc and Fem Frames

Disabled for Random

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Enabled for Wolf-folk (of course!)

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#2

Tycho Curious, watcher of the cosmos, keeper of the moon! 💫🌕

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#5

thinking abt hardcore phil.. most of his shelves are dusty because he has more stuff than he needs stored on them. he tracks dirt and sand and leaves all over his base and has to sweep every single night. every book he reads ends up with his own little annotations in the margins that are mostly little doodles of what the paragraph reminded him of. there’s a pile of random patches of fabric on the floor next to his bed, he meant to turn it into a quilt ages ago. he stays out all night during thunder storms just to collect the heads of mobs to hang on his walls then goes to sleep as the sun rises with soaking wet hair. he tries to make what he can entirely by himself, it would be easier to buy things from a villager sometimes but he’s stubborn. the sleeves of his shirts are always rolled up because it’s usually warm where he lives, which has resulted in really odd tan lines on his arms. he both knows where everything is stored in his base and also forgets the exact placement all the time. his hands are calloused from the long days of working without gloves (he has gloves now and he only forgets to put them on almost half of the time). he takes photos all the time and tries to paint what he’s seen instead when he can’t. the tips of his fingers are always a little shiny from the amount of gapples he eats on a daily. sometimes he forgets about his wings (somehow, after all this time) and they smack against doorframes as he leaves. he places the plants inside his of base outside when it rains instead of storms. there’s a few pieces of random pottery around the base from when he attempted to learn how to do so properly. he likes to stomp in the puddles left by the rain, especially when there’s a crow sitting next to it. he loves the world, his home, a lot because it’s his in everything that he does

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THEYRE HOLDING HANDS

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hi hello would anyone like to see a hardcore phil poem i wrote just now

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they should just keep playing ace race until someone rage quits the tournament entirely

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Title: Etheria Cribs WIP

A/N: A wip I wrote this for the @sheramagazine —I just wasn’t quite getting the feel of it, so it’s unfortunately half-finished. The good news: I’ve rewritten it and will post it next! Anyways, this is 3k, so I figured why not share for whoever’s still lurking in the tumblr tags

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i. Bow

Standing in front of the Horde’s gates, Bow tugged on his tie uncomfortably. He had willingly (and more often, unwillingly) come to his enemies headquarters many times before. This sight wasn’t all that new. The reason, however, was. After all, this was a mission of peace, not war. When Perfuma had suggested a culture exchange to help facilitate the transition to peace, to bring the Horde closer to everyone else, Bow had thought it was a crazy idea. They had been enemies for so long! There was no way just carrying over a tray of cookies would fix the death and destruction between them.

And then Perfuma said it could be like those fashion magazines and well, Bow couldn’t resist. He’d watched enough interviews to know how to MC and out of everyone, he was the only one with enough charm and fashion prowess to do it. Adora didn’t have style, Glimmer was far too aggressive, and Mermista couldn’t be bothered to try. No, if this plan had any chance of succeeding, it was up to him. At least he knew to look the part, dressed up as he was in a vest and dress pants. Well, mostly dressed up; he’d picked cropped shirt because there were just some things you couldn’t change.

“Alright, I have the camera ready!” Sea-Hawk said cheerfully, a heavy camera on his shoulder. “This thing weighs more than you’d think, but I can handle it.”

Well, him and Sea-Hawk. Bow glanced over his shoulder at his cameraman. They couldn’t really have an interview without footage after all. Part of him was excited to work with him, the other part was just worried. At least he could hopefully take Sea-Hawk’s proper ship captain attire as sign the older man was taking it seriously. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.” Sea-Hawk shot him a suave smile, clearly excited. “I have always wanted to try my hand at directing.”

“That isn’t…” Bow trailed off as Sea-Hawk continued to glow brightly at him. Well, it wasn’t like it hurt him if he had the wrong idea. “Alright. Camera’s rolling?”

“Yep.” Pressing a button on the side of the huge device, Sea-Hawk gave him a thumbs up.

Bow smiled at the camera. “We’ve finally reached the Horde base camp. As I said before, there’s nothing to fear here. They’re just like us, people.” He leaned forward and knocked on the heavy, metal gates surrounding the complex. Immediately, a siren rang. Keeping his grin wide, Bow winked at the camera. “They just have more security than us.”

The doors swung open as soon as he finished. Before he could react, a red and white blur tackled him. Two muscular arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight, and his cheek was pressed against a rougher one. “Bow!”

Even if he hadn’t recognized the claws, that voice was a dead give away on who his assailant was. “S-Scorpia.” If she hugged any tighter, he was a goner.

“Gosh, look at you.” Releasing her grasp, Scorpia gently set him down on the ground. With a surprisingly delicate touch, she brushed his shoulders, removing any imaginary specks of dirt she might have seen. “You look so good!”

“You too.” Bow grinned automatically. It was hard not to when Scorpia smiled like that. Just like him, she’d dressed up a little and sported a clean black vest. If they all wanted to, they could go to Princess Prom like this.

“That bow is so cute and best of alllll.” As she dragged out that last word, she gestured at her neck, where a small, black bowtie hung loosely around her neck. “It matches mine! We have a vibe going, some psychic energy, huh?”

Bow had almost forgotten what a ball of positive energy Scorpia was. Glancing at his bow, and then at hers, he chuckled. This could work. This could really work. If the other guys were anything like Adora and Scorpia, it could work.

And if they were all like Catra, well, he tried. No one could fault him for that.

Slinging an arm around Scorpia, Bow smiled at the camera. “This is a coincidence, but I think it’s a good luck charm, you know?”

“A very good luck charm.” Sea-Hawk frowned as he studied them. He looked down at his own, neck-tie-less body. “I’m feeling a little left out.”

“That’s no good! I have extras,” Scorpia offered kindly, gesturing behind her. “Come, let’s go to my room; we can pick out something nice. I have a lot of colours.”

“Ohh, maybe we could compare collections.” Bow clapped his hands together. He owed Perfuma a silent apology, her plan was not sheer madness after all. After this special was done, people would be lining up to meet.

“That would be fun!” Scorpia slung a claw around his shoulders as she ushered them through the gates. “I like patterned ones. Like the ones with itty bitty scorpions on them.”

Distracted, Bow didn’t reply, his attention on the gates as they closed with a solid clack. It sounded vaguely like being in a cell. Vaguely. Trying to shake off his fears, Bow focused instead on the path they were taking. Around them loomed several misshapen, foreboding buildings, all of which were painted a shade of green that reminded him of vomit. It had been easy to dismiss them when he had been on the other side of the gates. Now, as he maneuvered the narrow paths between buildings, he realized just how much shadow covered the place. Gravel crunched beneath their feet as they walked, and Bow realized with a start that there really were no plants here. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t even seen grass in a place.

“So…” The machinery swallowed his voice, giving it a more muted feel. “Uh…”

“Yeah?” Scopia prodded, cocking her head curiously. Her arm was still firmly around his shoulder and it felt oddly protection.

“Say it louder,” Sea-Hawk added, moving his camera away from the buildings and back to them. He looked excited and Bow had a feeling he’d forgotten the reason they were here. “Actually, wait, let me change angles.” Dashing ahead, he turned around started to walk backwards as he filmed them. “Okay, perfect!”

“Ohhh, that’s a good idea!” Scorpia’s tail swayed happily. For someone from the Horde, her emotions were always on her sleeve. Even Adora hid her feelings more often than Scorpia did and Bow was never sure if she just didn’t know how or didn’t want to. “Playing with angles and the like. Gosh, it really feels like we’re on a show or something.”

Bow cleared his throat. If they were on a show, they’d need an MC. He’d skipped his job for too long. “We’re here with Scorpia in the Horde headquarters! She’s kind enough to give us a tour today.”

“Oh, darn, it’s nothing really.” Flustered yet pleased, Scorpia rubbed the back of her neck. “Anyone could have done that.”

“Don’t be so modest! No one else stepped up to do it. Anyways, we’re here at your home.” Bow grinned as he gestured at the buildings around them. “It’s very…” His smile faltered as he struggled to come up with a flattering description. “…tall.”

“It is very tall, isn’t it?” Scorpia agreed, not missing a beat. Was she that good or did she not realize tall wasn’t a compliment? “I like—”

A horrible screech filled the air and Bow immediately crouched to the ground. Of all the times for him to not bring his weapons with him. Even if they were at peace with the Horde, there were still deadly creatures out there. Cursing himself, Bow searched his surroundings. “What was that?” he hissed, voice low.

“I don’t know!” Sea-Hawk whispered back, kneeling on the ground next to him. Despite his trembling voice and shaking hands, he held the camera up firmly. “But it’ll make the show interesting, don’t you think?”

The only person unconcerned was the still-standing Scorpia. Bouncing on her heels, she raised a claw to her eyes and scanned around them. “Oh, that’s nothing, really! Just the birds being friendly.”

“Birds?” Bow’s jaw dropped. That screeching had sounded like it’d come from one of Entrapta’s experiments, not from a bird. Those were supposed to sound musical and nice.

“Friendly?” Sea-Hawk echoed, his expression similiarly slack.

“Yeah, they get excited in the morning. Must be because we have you two here; they haven’t seen you before.” Cupping her claws around her mouth, she yelled, “Guys, it’s okay! These two are new friends!”

“Don’t call them over!” Bow shook his head violently, not at all inclined to see those creatures. He had enough nightmares as it was. “They sound hungry!”

“It’s fine!” Another loud screech interrupted Scorpia. It sounded more and more like claws sliding against metal, a grating irritating noise. “They’re really friendly, they like playing—” This time, a man yelled and Scorpia winced. “Oh, I guess they already found someone then.”

Found was such a nice, kind word for a possible kidnapping, maybe even murder. Bow shivered as he stood up. It was hard to make out if anything strange was above them; the buildings around them towered up into the clouds and each one had an unusual shape. A monster could be hiding in any crevice. That ‘bird’ could finish eating any moment and come after them. There were many ways he could die here and he shouldn’t have forgotten this place was still the enemy base, no matter what the peace talks declared.

Still, Bow had always been quick-witted and he grabbed Scorpia’s claw. “Where are we going?”

“Hmmm?” Scorpia looked around, biting her lip. “Well, I want to say that one.” She pointed at a building to their right. “But to be honest, guys, I get lost a lot. That might not be it.”

There was a loud snapping sound and Bow didn’t want to find out if that was the same creature or some other new one. Scorpia’s joyful expression told him that if they stuck around another second, he wouldn’t have a choice about that anymore. Insistently, he tugged Scorpia toward the building. “We’re here for a tour anyways! It’s fine if it’s the wrong one!”

-x-

It turned out that was the wrong one, but inside the dreary building Bow couldn’t hear any strange beasts anymore, so he chalked it up as a win. Well, a partial win—honestly, he wasn’t sure who’d come up with the green colour scheme, but it was like they picked the shades out of a nightmare he’d had once.

Just in front of him, Scorpia and Sea-Hawk were chatting animatedly. The camera was still up and running, though Bow couldn’t say if the footage was good or not. If anyone complained when they got back, he was going to force Perfuma to redo it. There was no way he was doing this a second time.

“You know, you look awfully familiar.” Scorpia tapped her cheek as she studied Sea-Hawk. “Where did I see you before? I don’t think my memory’s that bad.”

“We did have that moving talk about friendship and not being respected,” Sea-Hawk suggested. He twirled his mustache, puffing out his chest. “It was a good, beautiful talk. Many things changed that day.”

“Well, there was that, I feel like I saw you before that.” Scorpia scrunched her nose and crossed her arms. “Hmm…”

“We fought each other a lot, maybe one of those?” Bow guessed, quickening his pace so he walked with them now. It was time they got back to work. The sooner they finished, the sooner they could get out. “Where are you taking us next?”

“Oh, the cafeteria! I figure you must be hungry.” Scorpia’s stomach gurgled and she flushed a bright red. She laughed sheepishly. “Well, gosh, I’m hungry at least.”

“Food?” Sea-Hawk perked up, his eyes bright.

“Yeah.” Turning right at the next hallway-crossroads, she came to a stop in front of a pair of double doors. Frowning, she stared at Sea-Hawk once more. “I feel like it’s on the tip of my tongue.”

“Maybe food’ll tickle the old memory.” Sea-Hawk pushed open the doors dramatically, barging in. “Let’s see what glorious place awaits us.”

Maybe he should have just had Sea-Hawk narrate; he at least could come up with compliments. Stepping in front of the camera once more, Bow gestured at room behind him. “When the Horde wants to eat, they come here.”

Turning around, he took in the somewhat ordinary cafeteria. There were rows of tables, small clumps of Horde soldiers eating, and a buffet where you picked your meal. All in all, it was a relatively ordinary-looking place and Bow let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “What is on the menu?” he asked Scorpia.

“Actually, it’s those birds we heard earlier!” Scorpia clasped her claws together, happy. “Not only are they friendly, but they’re pretty tasty too.” Her brow knit. “Though, maybe that’s confusing for them. You’re not supposed to eat your friends, right?”

“Nope,” Bow agreed tonelessly. Maybe that was why the birds had attacked, they were getting revenge for this.

Sea-Hawk, on the other hand, had no such reservations and was already standing in line for food. He returned with a bowl of a thick, orange liquid and several brown cubes of what Bow hoped was bird meat. “This will be an adventure, won’t it?”

Bow picked up the now-abandoned camera, turning it to Sea-Hawk. Someone had to film. “Alright, now we’re going to see what tasty treats the Horde has for us today!” His cheerful voice felt as fake as it sounded. “These are apparently those birds we heard earlier.”

“It’s really tasty, when cooked right!” Scorpia added, dipping a spoon into the bowl. “You just have to be a little careful. They have these awfully poisonous glands that…well, it’s hard to cook.”

“Poison?” Sea-Hawk paled, staring at the food in his tray.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, it’s cooked right. You can tell immediately.” Scorpia pointed at a scorched table in the far right, something Bow had assumed up until this point to be a scar of war. “The soups kinda corrosive if it’s not made right, but since it didn’t eat through the bowl, we’re safe.”

Sea-Hawk smiled brightly and set the tray down. “Sometimes, the greatest part of an adventure is coming back alive from one.”

“Oh sure, whatever you say.” Scorpia set down her spoon. A droplet fell off and ate away at the table. “Alright, next is the training room.”

Bow tried not to quiver in fear.

-x-

ii. Scorpia

“Hello!” Scorpia held the camera with a claw, her other one trying to press on the teeny tiny buttons. Unfortunately, they didn’t really make the buttons claw-sized. Actually, they didn’t make anything claw-sized. It was a travesty. Squinting at the tiny screen when she turned the camera around, she saw a blinking red light. “This thing is recording, I think.”

Scorpia glanced around her. The gates to Bright Moon castle had always been beautiful, a kind of silver that just gleamed in the sunlight. To be fully honest, she was glad she could finally visit the place without having to worry about fighting; she’d always wanted to explore its magical grounds. When she’d told Leonie and the others just how amazing Bright Moon was, they hadn’t believed her. If she just got the camera to work, she’d have proof. They had to believe it then.

Unfortunately, for a place that always had hundreds of guards when she came to break into the palace, there weren’t any there now. All she needed was one small, human finger to press the button. “Hello? Anyone here?”

For a long moment, there was silence and she grew afraid that no one would hear her. Then, barreling out of the castle, Bow waved as he raced toward her. “Scorpia!”

“Ohh, Bow!” She waved. Unfortunately, today he wasn’t wearing one of his bows, but she had a spare just in case he changed his mind. It was fun matching with someone and Entrapta and Catra never seemed to enjoy it like he did. “I’m on time, right? I didn’t come early or anything like that?”

“Just on time!” The doors swung open and Bow gave her a tight hug. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Gosh, that’s so nice!” Scorpia hugged him tightly back. A snazzy dresser and a nice guy? She had no idea how they’d fought each other all this time; the people of Bright Moon were so nice, they should have been friends instead. “Then let’s get going!”

iii. Glimmer

Glimmer felt her jaw drop as she stared at the final clip of Scorpia’s and Bow’s footage. There were many, many ways she’d expected this exchange to go, but this wasn’t one of them. Bow’s footage looked like something out of a horror movie, while Scorpia’s felt like something out of a tourism ad.

There was no way she could use any of the footage. In fact, maybe it was better to act like this had never happened.

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#5

I created a rune website

I have tried to write it from a modern Heathen approach, while still being based on actually historical information. It is split into two main parts:

The main part is my commentary on the Old English Rune Poem, and my attempts to contextualise the verses and interpret them in ways that can be meaningful today.

The other part gives a small bit of general background information about the runes and the poem, as well as talking through the history of runic divination and its Modern and largely racist roots (this is mostly based on the hard work by @thorraborinn, @mannazandwyrd and @obligate-rebel), and actual historic uses of runes in magic. I have also included some of my ideas about using runes for both divination and magic today (that isn’t just taken from Thorsson/List).

I have tried to take a somewhat different approach to what you find in most metaphysical sites/books you can get about runes today. I hope some of you find it useful!

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#4

A new design which I finished yesterday!

The text is a blessing I wrote, it's in modern English on one beast, and then my attempt at translating it into old English on the other, both written in futhorc runes.

I'm really pleased with how this turned out.

If you like it, you can get it on my Redbubble page here.

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For years I've wanted to find a good way to combine pagan and anarchist iconography, and I've come up with this that I'm really happy with!

Please feel free to use, and if you want it on a t-shirt or whatever, you can find it on my Redbubble here

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My mum really likes horses, so I drew this image as a birthday present for her.

I also made a single horse version, and decided to add the text of the Old English Rune Poem verse for ᛖ (horse) to it.

As usual, you can find both on my Redbubble:

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A knotwork design of Yggdrasil that I drew. The runes on the end of the branches are the initials of the names of the Nine Worlds (although I used the Anglicised ON names but wrote them in OE runes, because that's how I roll).

The runes on the trunk are a prayer I wrote then translated into Old English (written boustrophedon style in OE runes).

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pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up?

rose: favourite scent on a person? 

red: describe your favorite shirt

blue: preferred type of weather?

Hope all is well with you 🌹❤️

Pecan: God Is a Woman - Rett Madison

Rose: On a person oooh that's tricky. I don't have a specific scent I like on people. I guess it also depends on the person. Freshly washed clothes is a nice smell lol. Also sunscreen smells nice on people.

Red: I have a ton of band shirts and I love most of them and am extremly passionate about them. The One Direction or Harry Styles related ones are my faves. I also have a ton of graphic shirts and I'm equally passionate about those. One of them says "Gay villain" in the front, that's one of my faves. My fave in general might be a shirt I got for my birthday last year that was specifically made for me based on something I talked about.

Blue: oooh I can't decide. It's either a snowy winter day, so cold the snow actually lasts for some time and it just doesn't stop snowing. Or a really stormy day, either with an extremly dark, cloudy sky or with a purple-ish sky, lots of lightning, thunder, wind, rain. All the good stuff. Both below 17°C.

Thank you babe! Hope you're well as well 💕

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Fan girl thoughts on twd 11.06 “on the inside”. (Im on my phone tried to do the trick to do under the cut I don’t think it’s working so......)

Spoiler warning!!!

-Ok touché walking dead for finally making me care about C0nnie. If you read my blog, y’all know I’m pretty blatant about my dislike for the new characters and the (in my opinion) overhyping of this particular character. But damn! This episode was great! Lauren ridloff really did an amazing job. I was never looking forward to her stand alone return episode so here I am fully admitting I was wrong. It was far from boring.

- C0nnie and Virgil? That is some chemistry there. Am I spite shipping? I mean call it that if you want but I really did like their scenes together. I can see the story going in that direction if Virgil makes it out alive.

- I’m interested to read what the reviewers will have to say about their scenes together. I mean they wrote whole dissertations why C0nnie is the love of Daryl’s life based on an arm pat, some music playing in the background during their first conversation and an asl book. Surely if one can make a whole love story out of those crumbs they can also see signs here? ( haha I can’t even say this with a straight face I am fully expecting reviewers to write “now that C0nnie is back how will Daryl navigate through his feelings for both L3ah and COnnie the only two people he could possibly love”)

- I fully expect that to be the title of the insider article written by acuna or mason.

- speaking of L3ah. Saw the spoilers. Saw the absolute meltdown Caryl fans had not just in tumblr but other forums. Not everyone but those anons know who they are. Silence now that they see ONCE AGAIN the spoilers are misleading when you don’t have the full context of the scene.

- I know the frost scene is upsetting and It broke my heart for Daryl. But Im not going to lie I had so many nsfw thoughts when Daryl took off his vest before having to torture frost.

- I mean... he’s just so... and his tight shirt.. I just

- ok sorry back to the episode

- wait no when Daryl pulled out his knife when carver found the trap door under the rug.... also hot af. Showing once again Daryl is and will always be team family and no silly ex lover will change that.

- not looking forward to the melt down when spoilers come out for next episode. I do wish the anons and people in other forums who keep saying they give up on Caryl and want Carol to go to Mexico by herself to be truly happy would truly stick to their word and leave the tag. It’s fine if you give up. It’s fine if you really are just sticking around for carol and mmb...but then please stop posting on Caryl tags. I know this is coming off nasty but I had a super hard week and the meltdown on Friday when spoilers came out had me almost deleting tumblr... a place I go to escape the nonsense of real life.

- as for Caryl... I really cannot wait for Daryl and Carol to be reunited again. Idk how or when but I just miss them and fully expect their reunion to be epic after everything they are currently going through separately.

[sunflowerharrington]

🎨Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls - Ralph Bohner🎨

haha, boner. this is a crack fic, please do NOT take it seriously!

(not requested)(and thank god it wasn’t, i am ashamed)

(this gif, man) (he’s really hot tho so i can forgive, a little)

summary: how ralph bohner came to be.

or

a writing exercise i did to get in the mood for writing, featuring marvel’s worst thing they’ve ever done. sorry ralph, we didn’t need to see ya, mate. originally, ralph wasn’t even in this but now he is. not sorry about it. i just based this purely off the fact that i am a literal woman child and also the fact that ralph and peter are not the same person.

tags: language, uhmmmm… ralph bohner and the dick joke, fietro, fake peter, oc has a pet spider, inspired by a tiktok my sister sent me, writing exercise. anything else? i’ll tag it when i’m done, not edited at all (i need motivation so this just… happened.) they’re teenagers in this (i wanna be kendra so bad).

notes: you can definitely tell when i do something in docs and when i do it straight on a tumblr post… yikes. think ya can tell it hasn’t been edited at all and was done in like ten minutes maximum. started off as just describing the atmosphere but then ralph bohner popped up to say the thing he’s gonna say… (haha, get it?)

wc: 888

Kendra stares blankly at her wall, watching the spider crawl up and down and walking in loops over the small spirals of pink paint on the surface, now wearing what looks like little pink boots. She smiles, moving closer to her friend, watching as the spider crawled into a corner of the wall and went asleep.

She breathed out softly, just looking mindlessly at the spider, deciding to scoop her up in her arms to stop her from sticking to the wall when the paint dried, not wanting her to be stuck there forever. She carried the spider over to her little sanctuary and placed her down on the soft leaves, pink paint bouncing off the green in the leaves, brightening the sanctuary. She popped the lid back on and then set the sanctuary back down on her desk.

Kendra walked over to her bed and sat on the edge, taking her sketchbook off her nightstand, with drawings of creatures and nature, her favourite drawing being the one of the girl with the pink hair. Kendra’s favourite colour was pink, and she used it everywhere; from her walls to her everyday makeup (tinted lip balm). She flipped to the drawing she was doing for her best friend, Peter, and began adding more and more details to her friend’s beautiful face, until she noticed something;

A presence in the corner of her room, as if somebody was watching her. She pressed the lead of the pen down onto the paper again and completed the outline of his body and head, and it appeared in front of her, like a hologram. She gasped, her hand shaking as she added Peter’s nose, lips and eyes, and some clothes: A purple and blue Hawaiian shirt, a black leather jacket and some light wash jeans.

There was a knock on Kendra's door, and her mom entered the room, also looking at the presence in shock. “Pete? I thought you were at school?”

No answer. she tried again, still no answer. Kendra tapped “Peter” on the shoulder and he slowly turned around, looking down at his faded hands.

“Mom, I- I think whatever I draw comes to life. That’s n-not Peter, his hair is silver, not blonde. I didn't have a silver-colored pencil…”

“Don’t be so ridiculous, you’re talking nonsense, Ken,” her mom said, turning to leave the room. “And it’s the middle of winter, why is he wearing a Hawaiian shirt?”

She left the room, and Kendra was left alone with her creation, who was wandering around her room, bumping into her desk and her chair. she quickly wrote down the first name that came to mind and called it out. “Ralph? Can you hear me?”

Ralph turned to look at Kendra, his blank expression inspiring her to write emotions down on the page; happiness, sadness, fear, excitement, proudness, love, etc. Anything she could think of. And she gave him a funny surname. She drew him slightly different to her Peter, and used the lead of her pencil to swap his hair from blonde to silver. “You look just like him now.”

“Like who? who are you?” he asks, sitting down next to her, looking down at the paper. “What are you drawing?”

“You,” she simply said, drawing small tattoos on his arms and one tiny one on his right hand, and she added more details to his hands and clothes.

“Can you give me a big dick?” he asked, more like an order than an actual request, bursting into laughter when he saw what’s written on the page. “Haha, boner. You’re funny, man! Are you drawing me? Oh, you said you were. Uhm… Hey uh… Can you draw me like one of your french girls?”

He began snickering. Oh God, he’s just like Peter. 𝘛𝘰𝘰 much like him.

“No, absolutely not.”

“But wouldn’t it feel so good sucking on a big dick? Bet you’d like that.”

“God, Pe—Ralph! I don't want to suck your dick!” Let it be rephrased; he is the unfiltered (she didn’t even know you could get more unfiltered than Peter), completely and utterly honest version of Peter. “Fine, I'll draw it bigger so you stop annoying me.”

She began drawing again, and Ralph watched closely as the pencil drew lines on the page, and he felt himself growing. A gigantic grin grew on his face too, and he threw his arms around Kendra, kissing her on the lips. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Okay, she needed to teach him to not do that.

“No problem.” She rolled her eyes, setting the sketch pad and pencils back down on her dresser. “How the fuck am I going to explain this to Peter…?” She muttered under her breath, her mind running a million miles an hour (still not as fast as her twinkie-loving best friend, however).

“So, ya gonna draw anything else?”

“I already drew you, Ralph. And if I do it again I'll clone you!”

Ralph pouted, grabbing the pencil off her, “Fine. I’ll draw something myself.”

“The power only works with…” a butterfly appeared out of thin air, causing her to slow her words. “…me… Welp, I guess it doesn’t.”

“We can become millionaires by drawing lots of money, whatever your name is. Miss girl, is what I’m gonna call ya. Ok? I’m gonna draw loads of stuff for us.”

taglist: @cooperdays-gf , @xxlangdon, @unlivingdreams <3

“miss girl” - ralph in tate’s fanfic, march 14 2022.

[hellfire-munson]

Looking Up Luke x Reader Pt 1

Pairings: Luke x Reader (Briefly at the end), Julie x BestFriend! Reader

 Warnings: Fluff, Brief mention of sad memories.

Word count: 2211

This is My first post so bare with me. I’ll get better at the edits and stuff as I learn my way around Tumblr. I also took inspiration from Paramore and the reader was strongly based on Hayley Williams in my mind but you can make her in your image. I don't own Paramore or their music. The song I took inspiration from is Looking Up.

     “Jules, you and Flynn are coming tonight, right?” You ask while you and your best friend throw you school books in your locker after your last period. Julie looks over and smiles at you.

     “Of course! The boys were wanting to tag along especially after I told them how you were in a band of your own. They wanted to know why you denied their offer after Luke heard you shred the guitar solo during that one rehearsal.” She says.

      “If he thought I was shredding that guitar, just wait till they see what I really got going on. Right now all they know and all anyone knows and thinks is I play guitar for the band. Also Luke wanted me to join so he could see me everyday.” You smile.

      “Wait, Jackie walked?!” She screamed excitedly.

      “Yeah, after her and I got into this huge argument about the upcoming shows and letting me actually sing vocals for MY songs she walked away, and someone had to take her place. I wrote this new song we are going to play tonight, you’re going to love it.” You smile at her.

      “Y/N this is amazing! Our mom’s would be so proud of us.” She smiles longingly.

     “Maybe we could collaborate one day, I know you’re a bit more popish than what Paramore is but we could make something work!” You smile at her. She jumps up and down loving the idea of the whole thing.

    “Yes! That would be amazing! Let's head home, we have to get ready for tonight. Oh how will we get in? I thought the venue sold out in minutes?” She asks turning to look at you as you two walk through the doors to your car. You pulled 5 vip lanyards out of your bag and handed them to her.

    “I got you covered girl, don’t worry.” You smile unlocking the door. The drive back to your house was filled with you blasting all your bands old songs and singing along. You were lucky enough to live in the same neighborhood as Julie and the boys so you often carpooled to school but the boys had things to do after school before the show so they went their separate ways. Julie was trying to help you choose your clothes for tonight but with you two being so entirely polar opposite it was hard. If anyone was to help you it should have been Luke since you two share almost the same fashion sense with a hint of Reggie mixed in. You eventually settled for an old cut up Sunset Curve shirt you “borrowed” from Luke with a lace bra underneath and you paired that with your highwaisted, ripped black skinny jeans and your studded Doc Martens. What you decided to do with your hair and makeup will come to you once you hit the venue. You gathered your things to pack into the car while Julie made some final accessory details to your look. She handed you your chain to attach to your jeans along with an assortment of rings and bracelets. Everything was looking perfect for your first big performance as the lead singer.

    “Okay, I gotta head to the venue for soundcheck. You, Flynn and the boys should be there around 6, the show starts at 7:00.” You smile, dropping her off at her house. You see the boys sitting in the garage waving at you. You smile and wave back before backing out of Molina's driveway and head towards The Orpheum.

           Soundcheck went perfectly and it left a little time to grab a light snack before you had to get ready. You knew not to go to the street dogs stand after the incident with the boys that ended their lives 25 years ago before they met Julie and you and somehow were brought back by the two of you. Your drummer’s  girlfriend decided to have catering come out with healthy choices which you were enjoying as we speak. Heading back to your dressing room the security guard stopped you saying there was a group of people here to see the band.

    “Oh that’s my friends from school, you can let them on back. Thanks Alan!” You smile popping a strawberry in your mouth.

     “You didn’t tell me you were playing the Orpheum!” You hear Flynn yell causing you to turn around with a piece of cantaloupe hanging out of your mouth.

     “Well you didn’t ask.” You say chewing the part that was in your mouth.

“Okay smartass. Also when did you change your hair color?” She asks pointing to your now orange hair. You smile slyly at her.

      “I did last night, but I wore it up in a hat today so people didn’t see it until now.” You say getting up to hug your friends. The boys are just standing at the door staring at you.

    “I don’t bite, you can come in.” You joke ushering them in.

“You’re playing the Orpheum tonight Y/N how does it feel to make it big?” Alex asks.

     “I’m not sure yet, maybe I’ll know after the show. Which speaking of that when you guys head down to the floor just find Alan and he’ll take you to the spot that’s reserved for you guys.” You smile at them.

    “Your hair is so bright.” Is all Reggie can say making everyone burst out laughing.

    “I can’t wait to see you shred the stage tonight. That day at rehearsal when you and Julie were goofing off… Holy shit, that was sick!” Luke says jumping up and down.

     “It runs in the family to be honest. Our moms were in a band when they were our age and my dad is a world known rockstar so I learned at a young age.” You smile winking at Julie.

     “Well we should start heading down so you can get ready. We are going to dinner after this to celebrate just so you know.” Julie says smiling at you. Once they left you started getting ready to meet up with your band to do your before show ritual handshake.

    “All right guys, this is the Orpheum. The place is packed with execs. This will be our big break. Let’s rock it!” Andrew says putting his hand in the middle as the rest of you follow. The opening band finishes their set signaling your time to go. The band runs out causing the crowd to erupt in screams of your name. You stay back to surprise everyone as they begin playing your new song.

    “Los Angeles! Are you ready!” You scream from backstage as the beat picks up.

Things are looking up, oh finally!

I thought I'd never see the day

When you smile at me.

We always pull through, oh when we try,

I'm always wrong but you're never right.

Oh you're never right!

       You run out causing everyone to scream as you work the stage to the music. Luke, Flynn and the boys look up in awe hearing your voice for the first time. The way you rocked out was breathtaking to Luke.

Honestly, can you believe

We crossed the world while it's asleep?

I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!

And it's not a dream anymore!

No. It's not a dream anymore!

It's worth fighting for.

     You interacted with the audience as you sang the lyrics. You shot a wink over at Luke when you noticed his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Julie looked over at him and knew right then and there he has fallen in love with you even more than he already was. She smiled at her bandmate. She saw the smile break across his face as he began banging his head to the beat.

Could have given up so easily

I was a few cheap shots away from the end of me

Taken for granted, almost everything that I would have died for

Just yesterday,

Just yesterday

Honestly, can you believe

We crossed the world while it's asleep?

I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!

It's not a dream anymore!

Oh. It's not a dream anymore!

It's worth fighting for.

     You interacted with your bandmates as they played their instruments, dancing around the stage as you had the time of your life. Jumping and head banging with your guitarist.

God knows the world doesn't need another band, (whoa, whoa!)

But what a waste it would've been! (whoa, whoa!)

I can't believe we almost hung it up (whoa, whoa!)

We're just getting started (whoa, whoa!)

Honestly, can you believe

We crossed the world while it's asleep?

I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!

It's not a dream anymore!

Oh. It's not a dream anymore!

It's worth fighting for.

        You stood there smiling, taking a breath letting the crowd think you were done before you jumped off the drum stage singing the final line of the song.

I can't believe we almost hung it up!(whoa whoa)

We're just getting started! (whoa whoa)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

       You dropped to your knees as you held the final verse as the lights went out sending the crowd into a fit of cheers and screams. You smile to yourself as you hold the microphone in your lap. The lights come back on letting you see the crowd still cheering you on. The surreal feeling you had was causing your heart to sing and you were pretty sure you saw a sign off in the distance of the audience that let you know your mother was proud of you. Composing yourself, you finished the night with 6 more songs.

    “Thank you guys for coming out to support a small band from this sleepless city. We are Paramore! Good night!” You said before running off backstage. You are met with your friends and a very starstruck Luke.

    “Oh my god! That was amazing! I mean we knew you could sing but that was epic! Why haven’t you fronted before?” Flynn asks.

    “Jackie wouldn’t let me. The band was my idea back when I was slowly getting back into music but I was still wanting to stay back and play. I wrote all the songs and let her sing them. When I finally said I was ready for a shot she threw a fit and when the rest of the band sided with me she walked.” You say taking a swig of water.

    “So this is why you refused to join us?” Alex asks.

    “That and your style isn’t my style of music. It’s to pop centric but I told Julie there might be a chance of collaboration in the future.” You smile seeing Reggie get excited about the idea.

    “And then we can do a country album!” He yells causing your bandmates to start laughing at your reactions. During your laughter you didn’t see a man dressed very businessy walk in.

    “Y/N…” Julie says tapping your shoulder pointing to the doorway.

    “Oh, hi!” You say walking over with your band to meet the man.

   “I’m Eric from Capitol records. Are you Y/N?” He asks.

   “Um, y-yeah I am.” You say reaching out to shake his hand. Your friends are eavesdropping behind you while pretending to hold a conversation of their own.

    “I’ve seen many bands here, I’ve scouted some of the biggest names in music but the energy you displayed tonight is something we’ve never seen but have been looking for, for our label. Capitol records would be happy to have you join. Here’s my card. Give me a call and we will set up a meeting with the head of the label and get you signed.” He says handing you his card.

    “Oh my, wow! Thank you. Also if you don’t mind me spreading the word but I know of another you might be interested in. I’ll send you their latest video if you’re up for it.” You smile sneaking a look over at your friend and her bandmates.

    “Of course, we are always looking for new talents.” He says before exiting the room.

    “Was that?! YES!” You scream jumping into Luke’s arms. Everyone starts dancing around cheering.

    “We are being signed to Capitol Records!” You yell into the air as Luke holds you close to him. His eyes never leave your smiling face. He throws caution to the wind when you look back at him and he crashes his lips onto yours making everyone stop and gasp.

    “Well it's about damn time!” Alex shouts as you two pull away.

    “Well damn Patterson, if that’s what I get for getting signed I wonder what I’ll get after I tell you I sent your video to him as well.” You smile.

   “YOU DID WHAT?!” The band screams together.

   “We’re all getting signed.” You smile.

    “I’m going to marry this girl.” Luke says kissing you once more with more passion than the first. Everything was falling perfectly into place and you couldn’t wait to see what the future holds for you all.

I don't know how good this is, it sounded good and looked good when I was writing so I’m throwing caution to the wind and going for it. 

@parkeret​ I promised I’d tag you in my first one, I hope it doesn't suck!

@issaxcharlie thank you for also pushing me to do this as well!

@cookiebuba

[danishmiilk]

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#5

THE OTHER SIDE --- LIU YANGYANG

pairing || yangyang x fem!reader

genre || angst

au || historical!au, star crossed lovers!au, aristocrat(?)!reader x farmer!yangyang ft. servant!yuqi

word count || 1.6k

summary || you’re separated by a river, 3915 miles and an arranged marriage.

warnings || none

taglist || @lebrookestore @taeilsith @leejunini @cupidluvstarrz @softforqiankun​ @kittenanonnie​ @kiri-ah​ @starlightsooyoungs​ @doiedreams​ @itsapapisongo​ @radiorenjun​ ​

note || i wrote this in one night HAHAHAH it’s not proofread obviously but i really like it since it’s based off this old chinese poem about love and it’s the cutest thing ever also probably unrealistic, high high HIGH level of historical inaccuracy because i’m making things up as i go but hey i am quite well versed in chinese history so,,, ALSO ISNT GIRL IN HEADER PRETTY??

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#4

[3:45 p.m.] “yes.” and haechan takes a few tries to get the ring onto your finger through vision obstructed by tears of happiness.

163 notes • Posted 2021-02-06 03:33:02 GMT

#3

[7:35 a.m.] you lean toward best friend!yuta and whisper, “i have a crush on dong sicheng. look, isn’t he so hot?” yuta rolls his eyes at you and flicks your forehead, not even bothering to lower his voice, “didn’t you have a crush on kim doyoung?” sipping your drink serenely, you do nothing but shake your head slowly, “i have crushes on a lot of people.” “and yet you still don’t have a crush on me,” yuta mumbles, tearing his gaze away from you. frowning, you focus your eyes on him. “did you say something?” “huh?” yuta’s head snaps up, surprised, before he composes himself, “oh... oh, nothing. i was teasing you.” “yuta!”

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#2

𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - lee taeyong. for @lebrookestore || love letters pt.1

type: enemies to lovers!au, highschool!au, childhood friends!au

synopsis: the door closes. a click. a turn of a key in the lock. and you’re locked in the storeroom with lee taeyong, your sworn enemy of... how many years again?

taglist: @lebrookestore ; send a dm or an ask to be added to the taglist for love letters.

wc: 1k

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JOKES --- KIM DOYOUNG

pairing || kim doyoung x fem reader

genre || fluff, humour

au || hogwarts!au, very flirty friends to lovers!au, ravenclaw!doyoung x ravenclaw!reader

word count || 5.2k

release date || 19 Feb 2021, 12:00 a.m. SGT

summary || what the fuck does kim doyoung mean flirting with you all these years wasn’t a joke?

taglist || @lebrookestore​ @loonacitys​ @yasmini24​ @yellowqi​ @sweetlyjaem​ @taeilsith​ @allegxdly​ @leejunini @chezzontop @peachyyjaes @aevizen @heartyyjeno @lucaswithnoshirt @lcvemark​ @radiorenjun​ @kunrengui​ @ncttboo​ ; send a dm or an ask to be added to the taglist!

warnings || swearing i think????

a note || YAYAYAYAY my first fic in idk how long LMAO- anyway happy 500 to everyone <3 i am super excited for this bc i love this fic HAHAHA also this is a ddgf spinoff bc my baby,,,

IN THE SAME FORMAT AS DEEPEST DESIRE, GREATEST FEAR [LIU YANGYANG]. CAN BE READ AS EXTENSION/SISTER PIECE OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT.

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[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: 877 Rating: G, probably, mild T at best AU: Werewolf (possibly others?)

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Author’s Note: It’s AU August, which is something in which I’ve not often participated, but adore the idea. Recently, @lonelypond tagged me to choose a prompt, which resulted in this lovely work. At least I assume it’s lovely based on the author’s prior work; I haven’t had a chance to read it, but intend to do so later today.

Anyway, the list has been simmering in the back of my mind for a few days. And I had a silly idea for a Cryptid Theater prompt as I walked to the kitchen for some water after waking up wa~y to early this morning. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I got back up and wrote this. And here is the sleep deprived, decaffeinated result.

Notes edited with credit to @daily-nicotine

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“I can’t believe you would do this to me!” Nico fumed as she paced around the dressing room.

“Whatever do you mean, Nicocchi?” Nozomi inquired innocently.

“Don’t play coy with me!” Nico paused to point. “You recommended this… this circus to me!”

“I did.” Nozomi confirmed. “As your agent, I thought this role would suit my client perfectly.”

“You mean you saw an opportunity to make fun of me.” Nico growled back.

Nozomi donned a hurt expression. “You don’t like the production?”

“It’s a joke!” Nico declared. “The whole thing is one big joke! I mean of course it is. A show about werewolves titled ‘Putting on Hairs’?! What else could it possibly be but a horrible, B-rate comedy? Or tragedy more like.”

“I thought the title was amusing.” Nozomi admitted.

“Ughn!” Nico threw up her hands and started pacing again. “This was supposed to be my breakout role! But instead, I’m stuck quipping about knees bending the wrong way during transformation! I mean that’s not even true!”

“You would know.”

“Of course, I would know! That’s my point!” Nico shook her head. “You would think nobody in this whole production has ever met an actual werewolf. Or anything else for that matter. I mean of course real vampires don’t sparkle. Gods, I hate Hollywood.”

“Well, you’re not exactly admitting everything to everyone yourself, now are you.” Nozomi pointed out.

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh?”

“I can’t work like this.”

“Mm?”

“This whole thing is a mockery of who I am.” Nico groused. “And don’t even get me started on that spoiled brat of a costar.”

“I thought she was nice.”

“Nice?! Did we meet the same person?”

“She’s also quite talented.”

“Well yeah, she’d have to be to get into a school like Waseda. Unless her mommy and daddy just bought her way into that place.”

“Money may have secured her enrollment,” Nozomi conceded “and her family’s influence certainly made connections for obtaining roles like this. But I’ve done my research, her skills are her own.”

“Well maybe she should just take my role and I can get out of this whole ordeal.”

“I’d say give it a chance. Give her a chance.” Nozomi pulled something out of her shirt. “I have a feeling good things are coming.”

“You and your cards.” Nico rolled her eyes. “Put that away. And button up. Geez.” As she was about to make another round, her gaze found one of the outfits that was to be fitted for her. “Oh, and have you seen this mess?” She paused to hold up the garment. “Where did they find this? It looks like a kindergartener’s first arts and crafts project.” She tugged at a tuft of fur. “Seriously, Teen Wolf had better material for crying out loud.”

Heating up again, Nico stomped the first few steps in her circle. For her part, Nozomi watched in calm amusement, waiting for what she knew would eventually occur.

Sure enough, the strap of Nico’s top slipped off as her shoulders narrowed. Then her skirt began to slide. However, the actress was too lost in her tantrum to notice. Of course, having done this very routine dozens of times before, Nico subconsciously stepped out of everything as if it was part of her plan. Within moments, the young woman had shrunk down entirely and what was left prancing was a pretty little Pomeranian.

Nozomi held back a chortle as the fluffball yapped away, still not having noticed her transformation.

A knock sounded at the door.

That startled Nico into realizing her state and she scampered behind a chair to hide.

“Come in Maki-chan.” Nozomi called.

“How… did you know it was me?” A young redhead asked, slowly opening the door.

Nozomi merely smiled in return.

Maki raised an eyebrow but didn’t press the issue. “Anyway, I thought I heard… barking?”

Now Nozomi laughed. “Maki-chan has good ears. Do you like dogs?”

Maki tilted her head with confusion. “I don’t dislike them.” She responded. “But I was hoping to ask Yazawa-san something about our roles? Is she here?”

“As if you don’t already know.” Nozomi smirked.

“What do you…”

“You can come out, Nicocchi.” Nozomi called. “Maki-chan’s here to talk.”

“What are you…”

Nozomi moved around the chair, stooped and scooped up the dog from behind it. Nico immediately began to growl and nipped at the arms holding her.

“Here you go.” Nozomi held out the fuzzy football toward Maki.

“Eh?” Maki balked.

Nozomi sighed. “I know you’re both actresses, good ones at that, but you can stop pretending you didn’t already sense each other.”

Nico stopped squirming and let herself be handed off to a still somewhat reluctant Maki.

“But, you’re… not like me…” Maki leaned in a little toward Nozomi “or her.” She indicated Nico.

“Nope. I’m not.” Nozomi nodded.

“Then how…?”

“I have my ways.”

“Hrm…”

“Anyway, I’ll let you two have your chat.” Nozomi slipped past Maki but paused in the doorway. “Oh, Nicocchi won’t be able to change back until she calms down a bit. Perhaps try sitting with her in your lap and petting her?”

“Buweehh?” Maki almost dropped Nico.

Nozomi giggled and was gone, leaving behind a flummoxed Maki to figure out how to talk with her apparent cryptid costar.

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Author’s Note Continued: So there we have it. It may feel like an introduction to something bigger, but for the time being, I’m calling this one and done. Maybe someday I’ll come back and expand on this with cheesy tropes and Hollywood mockery, but I have far too much of a backlog of ideas that I want to write for my current ongoing projects.

Also, the idea for Pomeranian Nico is shamelessly stolen from... someone I follow on Tumblr.* I’m about to pass out in my chair, so I’ll have to search for that later, but preemptive thanks to the individual who posted about that months ago.

And finally, no, I did not decide what type of cryptid or monster or whatever Maki is. Maybe she’s another werewolf. Maybe she’s a vampire. I dunno, and honestly, it’s not important for the sake of this little bit. Whatever she is, I hope Nozomi made it clear that she and Nico can sense that neither are normal humans, so she’s not spilling their secrets here; they already know. And Nozomi herself is... Nozomi; probably a witch or some other spiritual/magical/whatever human type.

Edit: *lonelypond located the original post for Pomeranian Nico, or woofnic as she is adorably tagged. Thank you lonelypond for the link and thank you daily-nicotine for the wonderful art and inspiration.

[robinrunsfiction]

Can I get something smutty based off of the one Mikey Way secrets from the MCRS tumblr on how Mikey gives low key dom vibes.

Only Yours

Pairing: Mikey Way x Female Reader

Rating: Mature (Smut)

Requested By: Anon

Word Count: 1,400

Author’s Note: So about this story... I started writing it with intentions of it being quite self indulgent and posting it during birthday week (fun fact: my birthday is 2 days after Mikey’s), but I burned out on it and actually deleted it! Then I got this requested and pulled it out of my trash! I edited what I had, and actually wrote the smut and here we are! I hope it’s good, I never feel confident writing smut. (I’ll come up with a title for this later I guess)

It had been a long evening and it wasn’t anywhere near over yet. 

It all began before Mikey even picked you up for your double date with Gerard and Lindsey.

wear that black dress with the flowers. nothing else. love u

You bit your lip as you read the message and finished getting ready for the date. As you slipped the dress on, with nothing on underneath as per his instructions, you were getting more and more excited at the thought of what would be coming after dinner.

When your doorbell rang, you hurried over to answer it. "Hi Mikey," you practically purred, looking up at him through your lashes. 

"Hey doll," he replied as he looked you up and down, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Ready to go?"

"Yep, just gotta grab my bag," you replied, turning to grab it from the chair behind you. As you did, the strap of your dress slipped down your shoulder. 

When you turned back to Mikey he ran his fingertips up your arm and gently pulled the offending piece of fabric back into place over your shoulder, sending a shiver up your spine. "Plenty of time for that later," he murmured as he looked in your eyes, causing your breath to hitch in your chest with anticipation. 

When you made your way to his car, he opened the door for you politely. He was always such a gentleman, showering you with affection, but when the bedroom door was closed, he took control.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you found Gerard and Lindsey had already gotten a booth in the back corner of the restaurant for a little more privacy. As you made your way to the table, Mikey's hand found the small of your back, guiding you along. You greeted the other couple and settled into the booth.

“Welcome to Lorenzo’s, I’m Robert and I’ll be taking care of you tonight,” the waiter said when he approached the table. When you glanced up, you noticed he was leering at you. You glanced back at Mikey and found he was shooting daggers at Robert, who was oblivious as he was still trying to catch a peek down your dress. “What can I get for you?”

“Looks like I need to mark you up so people know who you belong to,” Mikey hissed in your ear once the waiter was distracted taking Gerard and Lindsey’s order.

You looked back at him and saw the mix of jealousy and lust clouding his eyes. “Yea,” you nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Yes please, sir.”

Once the waiter was gone, Gerard started talking about the latest comic book project he had been working on when you felt Mikey’s warm hand on your knee before he started to run it up and down your thigh under the table. He had kept his hand on your knee the whole drive over and it seemed your assumption that it was about to be a night full of teasing was correct. You tried your best to focus on what Gerard was saying, but you couldn't help but shiver involuntarily as Mikey's hand slipped under the hem of your skirt. His hand slid down between your thighs and for a moment you wondered if he would really start fingering you in front of his own family. As if reading your mind, Mikey finally relented, pulling back and wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close against his side and pressed a kiss to the side of your head just as the waiter returned with your food.

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After dinner was over and you were driving home, Mikey's hand again found your thigh, but this time, he didn't relent when you shivered at his touch. As it slid between your legs again, you gasped as the sensation.

“I hate the way the waiter was looking at you. You’re all mine tonight, (YN),” Mikey said sternly.

“I’m all yours always,” you replied breathlessly.

He glanced over, his stern demeanor softening. “You’re gonna get it so good tonight.”

"Thank you," you replied with a gasp as his fingers grazed your clit again.

When you walked inside, you barely had your shoes off when Mikey's hands were on your waist from behind, pressing hot kisses against the side of your neck, trailing down to the spot on the back of your shoulder that made your knees weak as a moan escaped your lips.

"Go up to the room and get that dress off before I get up there, doll,” he murmured as his lips trailed back up to your neck. 

You nodded as he gave you a swat on the butt to get you moving toward the bedroom. As soon as you were in, you were pulling the dress off and tossing it into the hamper. When you turned, Mikey was in the doorway, unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. As he stalked toward you, you instinctively dropped to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes, licking your lips.

“Good girl,” he praised. He unbuckled his belt and you reached up to unbutton his pants, tugging them down his strong thighs. You ran your hands over them before pulling down his boxers as he tossed his shirt aside. “Always so eager.”

“Yes sir,” you murmured as you took his cock in hand, stroking him a few times before licking a stripe up the side of it. As you took him in your mouth, his hand ran through your hair, gripping at the strands, reminding you who was in control. As you worked your tongue around him, a soft moan escaped his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes and found Mikey biting his lip, his eyes closed.

With a groan he pulled back from you. "That's enough, doll. On the bed."

You hopped to your feet and scrambled onto the middle of the bed. Mikey climbed his long, lean body onto the bed after you. He gathered your wrists up in his large hand and brought them above your head, finding the restraints you had on your headboard. 

"Who do you belong to?"

"You. Only you, sir," you replied.

"Good," he replied, a smile almost playing at his lips, breaking the steely demeanor for a moment before he leaned in to kiss you hard. His hands roamed over your body, calloused fingertips rough against your soft skin. His lips trailed down from your lips to your jaw, and then your neck. Sucking bruising kisses against your skin, you let out a whimpering moan.

"Now everyone knows you're mine," he murmured when he pulled back to admire his work. You squirmed under his gaze, wishing he would touch you, fuck you, something. "You want something, doll?"

"You sir," you murmured.

A smirk crossed Mikey's face. "What about me?"

"I want you, I want you to fuck me! Please!"

He chuckled. "I've barely touched you, are you already wet for me?"

You nodded emphatically. "Yes sir." To be honest as soon as he had your wrists restrained you were ready. Hell, you had been ready all night.

He hummed as he let his finger trail down your body, eventually between your legs. You moaned as he dipped his long digit into you. "Mmm, needy aren't you? Do you deserve it?."

"Yes, yes please, I've been so good," you pleaded, squirming, trying to find any friction against him.

He laughed lightly again as he shifted and lined up with you before pushing in swiftly. Your back arched in pleasure, finally feeling the fullness you've been waiting for all night.

"Thank you," you moaned and Mikey's hips began to pump into you. 

“You feel so good,” Mikey moaned, leaning down to kiss you passionately, hands again roaming over your body as your body arched into his caresses. Moaning you came around him, and he finished shortly after, panting and resting his forehead, damp with sweat, against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he murmured.

“Yea,” you laughed lightly in response. “That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” Mikey replied as he reached up to release your wrists. When they were free you shook your hands out, and he took your hands and started placing gentle kisses around the red marks that remained.

“I love you, (YN)” he murmured, pulling you against him.

“Love you too Mikey,” you replied as you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heart.

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