#Uh... yeah

[every-kakashi]

[aquavierra]

So, I have been thinking about this lately. If now TVA allowed every single branch to grow, wouldn't it be possible that millions of the branches are just smutty MCU pairings fanfictions?

[skyloftian-nutcase]

This prompt is your free ticket to write GanonDad stuff! I'll take anything as long as Ganon's being a good dad :3

Ganondorf had never seen the sea.

Some called the desert a sea, or said that it used to be one. All Ganondorf could see in the desert was death.

He'd heard tales of it when he visited Castle Town. People described it as endless, in varying shades of blue that could swallow one whole. It had sounded fantastical and exaggerated, powerful and enticing and so foreign he could hardly put a picture to it. It hadn't mattered all that much back then, once he'd realized the sea didn't have water that was actually drinkable - what use was it to him, then?

He'd learned of its depths when he met Nabooru. There was a teenager who went by that name in his barren wasteland, spunky and capable but defiant. But when he was brought to this new land through Din's blessing, he'd met someone of the same name who was far different. She was the Gerudo's chief.

She was more than just a chief, though, she was a queen. She didn't just lead a small group of thieves picking at scraps in the desert, she ruled over an entire civilization.

Ganondorf had challenged her, of course. He was the rightful ruler of the Gerudo, after all.

He'd lost.

Despite his anger, despite his attempt to overthrow her, Nabooru spared him, letting him stay in the outskirts of her capital city, Lagema.

Ganondorf felt frustration and jealousy boil his blood. He'd had the power of a goddess at the point of being executed by the sages, yet when he needed it now, Din stole it away from him. Instead, he was left to suffer the indignity of seeing a Gerudo prospering under someone else's rule.

It was almost as if Din did this just to show him he couldn't succeed. And he would not let that stand.

But the longer he lingered here, the more he saw of these people, the more he saw her...

The woman was bathed in power. She wore it like the fine silk head scarf she sometimes showcased for celebrations. Red, dripping in precious gems, jingling with every step from decorative jewelry all over her arms, her belly and hips, her ears, her wrists, and her ankles, strong in stance, muscles sculpted by the goddess Farore herself...

And her eyes. Bluer than the sky, infinite in their depths, drawing him in every time he looked at them, daring him to try her, calm and quiet and dangerous. They held the vastness and power that people spoke of in relation to the ocean, all encapsulated in such beauty.

He’d finally seen the sea. And it was breathtaking.

Ganondorf had never felt this way before. He didn't know what it was. He just wanted to get closer to her again. To fight her, to prove himself, to win.

It was maddening. It was invigorating.

It was far worse when those oceans actually looked at him, when they focused on him. He could hardly articulate himself sometimes when they started to speak, and he despised that. He stepped up more, became bolder, and as time passed, this woman became more than just a challenge; she became an adventure, and, eventually, a partner.

When their children had been born, he'd never suspected he'd find her ocean eyes in their little boy.

It was fascinating, beautiful to watch how their children reflected them. Hemisi bore her mother's facial structure paired her father's amber eyes and leaf shaped ears. Merovar was the spitting image of his father, but with his mother's eyes, captivating in their blue. They didn't reflect the silent power that his mother bore, though - they were ravenous, hunting for whatever his ambitious heart could reach, just like his father. Despite this, though, Hemisi was the one with true fire, rambunctious and temperamental and the superior warrior.

His twins were his world. He’d never been so utterly overrun by so many emotions, so dedicated to others. He’d build and destroy kingdoms for them.

Many moons after their birth, Ganondorf found his son on the balcony of their palace, staring out at the night sky. The streets of Lagema were still vaguely splashed with color from the festival, though the harsh winds and sands were slowly washing it away, bringing a drab tan back to the world as they prepared for the moment of truth.

The world was silent in anticipation. Hemisi was fast asleep, having let her father carry her to bed after he'd told her and Orik a story. Nabooru was gathering forces in the other settlements. Orik was resting, blissfully unaware of what was to come.

Merovar glanced at Ganondorf with his ocean eyes, blue coloring near black in the darkness, face uncharacteristically worried.

"What is it?" the Gerudo king asked quietly.

Merovar sighed, looking away. "The assault. It's going to change everything."

"For the better," Ganondorf pointed out. "Don't tell me you're having reservations like Hemisi."

Hemisi had argued time and again that they didn't need the Triforce, that an ancient sacred relic didn't matter because they had what they needed. Nabooru looked at it more as a potential threat if relations between the Gerudo and Hyrule broke down.

Ganondorf saw an opportunity. He'd desired this power most of his life. Once he'd learned of its existence here, he'd renewed his search for it. Merovar had seemed on board.

"I... don't know," his son finally said, looking at his hands resting on the balcony railing. "Such power is... I want it. But we're going to start a war."

"Not necessarily," Ganondorf assured him with a rumble of satisfied amusement in his chest. "They won't stand a chance against us once we have it. It'll be a skirmish at best."

"And then?" Merovar asked, glancing back at him for guidance. "Will we really rule over it all?"

Ganondorf rested his hand on his boy's shoulder. "Yes, we will. All of Hyrule will be ours."

Finally. The winds of Hyrule would belong to him and his family.

His children. He'd share this prosperity with them. He'd protect them with it. His entire life, Ganondorf had been looked to for safety and guidance - it had been an expectation a s a burden. But now, he finally felt... happy to give it.

He moved his hand to sweep up and down his son's back briefly, a promise of love and a reassurance. Merovar relaxed under the touch, smiling a little, excitement glittering in his blue eyes like stars in the night sky.

But it hadn't gone that way. The Triforce had fractured, the world had gone awry, and war had broken out.

And one by one, his family had fallen apart.

Nabooru had turned against him. They'd fought, and she'd died. Ganondorf repeated over and over that she had started it, that she had attacked him. His hands didn't tremble as much anymore thinking about it. Instead, all he felt was rage.

The rage grew when Merovar fell in battle. When Hemisi was captured and subsequently betrayed him. His grief was inconsolable, dying heart replaced with a furnace of pure hatred. He didn't even see the fear in his little girl's eyes anymore when he fought her, Link, and the queen that final day.

Yet time and torture had a way of cooling such hatred. Solitude brought contemplation. But resentment, fear, hurt remained.

And on a battlefield millennia later, Ganondorf froze at the sight of blue cutting through a sea of armor.

A blue scarf. Just like Link. A fierce cry of rage. Just like Hemisi.

And those ocean eyes. Just like Merovar, like Nabooru.

That day, Ganondorf saw the sea once more.

[mccnstruck]

the city is covered in pure snow. the city is quiet as the sun sets. another day passes in the city.

kazuha's hands intertwines with yours as you both breathe in the cold, sharp winds.

he shivers next to you, and without a word you take off your beanie and seperate your hands to put it on his head. you intertwine his hand with yours once again and stuff his hands in your pockets.

kazuha knows better than to try to argue with you on this. he feels a sense of warmth, and it wasn't because of the beanie on his head.

and yet, he tries.

"love...what about you?"

you turn to him and smile. with your free hand, you put your finger on top of your mouth.

"nope. let me take care of you, ok? we're almost there to the store. you can keep yourself from freezing, can you?"

the winds get faster and harsher. kazuha shivers once more, but still hums his answer.

"mhm."

you take his hand from your pocket and hold the other one. you caress his hands and let your shivering lips linger on his skin.

"and if you can't, i'll keep you warm."

he smiles, and had you been in the confines of your home, you're sure you wouldn't have hesitated to kiss him on the spot. unfortunately, you were not in your home, but out in the city streets freezing, all because you wanted noodles. the sun has almost completed its journey through the skies, and you considered just returning home to lay down with kazuha in your arms.

kazuha speaks, the winds muffling his voice. "let's get you those noodles, dear. then we'll have all the time in the world afterwards."

instead of embarrassment that kazuha heard your thoughts, you laugh with ease. the winter air has no effect on you when your love for him soars through the city's skies.

even if you were standing like complete buffoons on a winter evening, you would do it again to have kazuha right next to you for every day afterwards.

[agalnamedlunasea]

Keep it a secret ..♥️⛓

Pegoryu week day 5: Mafia AU

Based on this fic by @shslskaterboy (do be warned, this one is explicit!)

[lovesick-level-up]

*sips drink* so who had lovesick-level-up coming back on their 2024 bingo cards. cause we sure didn't.

[venbetta]

Oh, to write about getting railed by two animatronics...

[gourdberries]

Providence a Doflamingo x reader fic Part 1

CONTAINS: dark content (emotional manipulation) otherwise SFW, slight fluff but mostly angst

Tbh I don't think this series will have more than two or three parts but anyways here's part one. It's gonna be sort of a prequel to part 2. Haven't edited it so it's probably gonna be rly stream of consciousnessy. Also, my first time posting here! Reader is written as a brown woman but read her however you like. Hope you enjoy!

You were raised in a brothel frequented by merchants and scholars alike. They would often hold meetings here, sharing information while enjoying a stiff drink and a woman on their lap. Your mother was the favourite of a renowned scholar from Ohara who had been excommunicated from the archaeologists society. An elderly man who decided to spend the last of his years in this brothel. The closest thing to a father that you’ve ever had. He instilled a love for archaeology in you, taught you how to decipher lost languages and made you an expert in ponegliffs at the age of 15.

He died a few years later. It was around that time Doflamingo and his family came into town. They had planned for it to be a short visit. Word had reached them about a girl of 18 who lived in a brothel – a girl that knew how to read ponegliffs. Seeing an opportunity to make money, your mother sold you off to Doflamingo.

Doflamingo knew your worth and knew how to care for you. A precious addition to his crew. You were a rarity, someone who was essential in his quest for divinity. The day you were sold off was the worst day of your life but the life that came after was one you could never have imagined were you to stay in that port town. Doflamingo gave you books, clothes, and a room of your own. Freedom. The family treated you as one of their own and slowly but surely you began to open up to them. Senor Pink took you to see his wife a couple of times, and you grew close to Baby 5 and Buffalo, them being the only members around your own age. You vaguely knew that Doflamingo had dealings in the underground market but you were often left out of business meetings and missions. To you, Doflamingo was an elusive figure. That is until 9 years later, when you witnessed what this man was actually capable of, when the man they call the great heavenly demon brought an entire kingdom to its knees.

“You can leave whenever you wish to.” He noted the fear in your eyes as you gazed down upon the inferno, “Although... as it is now, I don’t think that you’ll find a reason to leave”. You heard his command loud and clear. You realise that this man is a mirage of gentle greatness harbouring pure evil at the core. Tears prickle behind your eyes as you feared that he was just getting started.

“Oh, my sweet girl… you did this”. His large hands cup your cheeks, tilting your head up to face him. “I thank you. I could never have done this without you.” You finally begin to cry at his words. He embraces you and there’s little you can do but let him. Your hands balled up into tight fists, resting on his broad chest.

You couldn’t sleep the first night in his care. “Mother never loved you, she only saw you as profit – nothing but money to be made. You're all alone in this world”. Poisonous thoughts occupied your mind, you needed a distraction. So you sneaked into the library and looked for a book to read. 

Doflamingo was about to enter the library as well, when he caught a glimpse of you. At that moment, he thought that you looked like divine in your stark white nightgown contrasted with long black hair and bronze skin illuminated by warm candle light. You struggled to reach a book at the top of the shelf until you saw a hand shoot up from behind you. Doflamingo grabbed the book and studied the cover, “The Book of Five Rings? Didn’t know that we had this”. His sudden appearance managed to purge your mind of any thoughts of your mother. Completely dumbfounded, the only thing that you could muster up was “Do you read, sir?”

He chuckled lightly as he walked over to a velvet chaise lounge and settled into it with the book.

“Of course you–“ you wished that you hadn’t spoken at all in the first place, "it’s your library after all”. 

“I don’t have much time to read these days.” 

You studied his features for a while, spiky blonde hair and a sharp jawline. He was as handsome as he was intimidating. 

“Uhm… I couldn’t sleep.”

“I see…” 

“I thought I would read instead.”

He looked confused for a short moment until he realised, “Ah, I've hijacked your book.” 

“Oh, no… I’ll read another. I didn’t mean–“ 

He cut you off and pointed to another book “Grab me the blue paperback on the desk there.”  

You grabbed it and handed it to him. 

“I’ll give you back your book and read this one instead.” 

You nodded. “Thank you, sir. I-I’ll read it in my room”

“You can stay,” coming from him, it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion, “Let me keep you company until you feel like you can sleep.” 

You spent the rest of the night together with Doflamingo. In a soothing silence. 

Despite his imposing presence, he has always been gentle with you. Even as he massacred a whole kingdom and turned the king into his own puppet. You knew that you had to leave him, however improbable it may be, you had to escape from this man.

[luculily]

i odnt know how to caption thid i jyst found it in my old dms

its 6 am btw. sos.

[borlefan3000]

You can be just like him sometimes. (Munkustrap & Tugger)

Dinner was terrible. Why did he have to act like that? I understand the anger with her.. but .. In Front of dad?

“Tugger.. can we talk..? Outside..?” I asked my younger brother, we really needed to talk about how he was treating Grizabella. I don’t call her my mom anymore, I don’t feel a connection.

“Why?” He asked, he had a nasty look on his face right now, I hate it when he gets like this.

“Tugger.. Just- We can’t talk about it here at the dinner table. Can we just talk outside?” Why am I begging him? God he makes me so confused.

“Fine.” Tugger said back to me, he got up fast and left to go outside, not even saying anything. Dad watched him leave, and then looked back at me with eyes saying ‘You’re gonna go talk to him?’ I just nodded.

I walked outside and saw Tugger, he grabbed a bottle of wine, he’s had this problem for a good while. And I don’t know if I wanna talk if he’s drunk.

“Tugger.. I know you don’t love Grizabella as much.. But you can’t.. You can’t just ignore her the whole time..” I said, he shot a stare at me.

“Yes I can. Munkustrap you have no FUCKING Idea how she hurt me, because you were too busy with fucking dad!” He yelled at me, pointing his finger and just being bitter, I understood his anger- Well I didn’t really.. She liked me, and he was right. Dad put me on patrol at a young age.

“Tugger.. I know I’m sorry but if you could just listen-” “LISTEN? Why should I fucking listen to you?! you think you’re the fucking man don’t you?” “Tugger stop it.”

“Why?” He let out a chuckle, “You always treat me like i'm some fucking kid! All the fucking time.” He said to me, I just stared at him.

“You are just like Macavity sometimes..” I said almost silently. Tugger stopped. And then I realized what I said.

“What?” He said coldly, “Tugger I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Whatever, just leave me alone, tell dad I'm leaving.” He sounded like he wanted to cry, and I wanted to stop him. But I knew it would escalate more.

I just nodded, and I left him outside. Walking in with a tired face on, and dad looks at me.. “Everything okay?” I just nod, and I take a seat, I shouldn’t have said that.

It’s been a week now. I see him everyday but he still hasn’t spoken to me.

[moonspirit]

Bestowed by the great, supreme power of Ignoring All Real Life Responsibilities™, I have finished writing yet another chapter.

[fly-sky-high-dragon-hoard]

@excessive-moisture

This is probably the oddest fanart I ever did. Forgive me

Inspired by today's Rainworld gameshow

[tiger-moran]

It’s one of those times again where every time I get new followers they’re just yet more spam bots and the only notes I’m getting apart from the notifications about these spam followers are likes on years old posts about stuff I don’t care about

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[modmad]

I love terrible comic day can we make this an international holiday

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"