#and i just could not fricking scrape it

[erbiumspectrum]

11 March 2024

I was surprised that my solutions didn't crystallize over the past week to which my thesis supervisor said lightheartedly that it's normal and that he once waited for something to crystallize for THREE YEARS. I hope my solutions know I need to graduate some day.

[demelzathemer]

My Heart Is a Haunted House

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛

@dbdpromptober Day 4: Light (words: 1270)

tw; abuse, injuries

“I can’t believe them!” Crystal shouted, her hands holding up the lighter shaking with rage. “Why can’t they just listen, for once?! Is that too much to ask for, huh?! From their only daughter!”

Charles leaned on his arms over his knees. He didn’t have anything to say anymore, just let Crystal burn through it.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she gritted her teeth. “But oh, Spain has so much better weather, Crystal, you would love it there, Crystal. Fuck that.”

She kicked at the patch of moss, her boots grinding the gravel on the road when she paced. The cold settled into Charles’ bones where he sat on a milestone, its engraved numbers illegible due to erosion.

They were at the end of the road. From out there, bigger cities, better worlds awaited them, an escape from this damned old town. Yet one of them was unwilling to leave, the other unable to go.

Aunt Reva had contacted Maa a few weeks ago. She wanted her sister and nephew back home.

Charles didn’t know ‘home’. He’d never been outside of England. This was all he knew. Going away felt like a strange dream, far from the possibilities of reality. And it was dangerous.

Fresh burns still stung on his upper back and shoulders. His palms had scrapes when he’d cowered in the corner of the kitchen, his cries and the sharp strikes of the belt ringing in his ears. His ribs twinged in pain if he breathed in too deep.

They needed to get out. He needed to get Maa a way out. Maybe they could get back to her family.

But they had no money to leave.

“Why can’t they understand that it’s not an option for me?!” Crystal screamed. She’d given up on trying to light up her cigarette.

“Can you guess what they told me when I said I wanted to stay behind?” She turned to ask Charles, her face twisting into a bitter smile. Charles cradled his cold fingers inside his palm. He shook his head.

“You aren’t responsible enough to stay here alone,” Crystal mimicked someone’s posh accent, probably her father’s. “If you were married, then we could consider your request.”

There was a moment when neither of them said anything. Crystal’s bewildered eyes betrayed how ludicrous she thought the idea was. Charles couldn’t weigh in; he’d never even considered marriage. With everything else going on, he had no reason to.

“You know I would help you if I could,” he sighed. “But I have something I need to do myself. You wouldn’t have a jackpot ticket just lying around somewhere, would you?”

Two days later, Crystal was banging at his front door. Charles had been holed up in his room, keeping quiet and out of sight, when Maa’s call pulled him back to reality.

“It’s for you, Beta,” she said, and Charles rushed down the stairs.

“Heyy, what’s the ruckus? You missed me too bad?” He grinned sheepishly and slipped outside, closing the door, instead of letting Crystal in.

“I know a solution to both of our problems!” Crystal announced, her eyes a wild gleam.

“You are going to marry me.”

Charles's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her physically away from the door, his grin tight on the edges. When they were across the yard and by the front gate, he could let out a short sigh.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, feeling like he may have heard wrong.

“Listen and think about it for a moment,” Crystal insisted. “If you’re part of my family, you can have money, connections, protection. I can pull all the favors to help you. You and your mum can move in with me right away, we have plenty of room,” she waved her hand dismissively. “And I get my parents off my fricking back.”

“But Crys,” Charles managed, an uncomfortable lump forming in his throat and threatening his speech, “what about you?”

“I just told you-”

“No, what about, you meet someone you really want to be with? But you can’t, because you’re already married to me,” Charles pleaded, feeling slightly hysterical.

Crystal looked at him with a raised eyebrow like he’d just said something silly.

“We can always divorce later,” she pointed out. Then her face turned serious and she pressed her lips together, staring off at space again.

“Besides…,” she said quietly, “I no longer have her who I really want to be with. She’s gone.”

Niko.

The weight of her words twisted something painful inside Charles’ chest, and it wasn’t his abused ribs. The way she talked about Niko, the love in her voice. Charles wondered if someone would ever love him with the same reverence. The thought made his skin tingle and the corners of his eyes prickled.

Crystal could be brilliant and clever and Charles adored her so much, but this idea was beyond insane. Wasn’t marriage something you proposed only to the person you loved?

A memory of his parents’ dusty wedding photo shoved into a cardboard box on the moving day flashed in his mind. No one had dug it up ever since.

The lump in his throat fell like a stone into the pit of his stomach, making him sick.

Crystal was right. This was the best chance he had. He couldn’t afford sentimental nonsense to make him miss it. Whatever he had to do to get out, he would.

Charles drove himself crazy thinking about it for a day and a half. Then in the evening when Dad wasn’t home, he broke the news to his Maa as gently as he could. She was apprehensive at first, but listened quietly when Charles explained to her all the things that would change. He didn’t mention that he didn’t love Crystal, not in that way, or that it was just a marriage of convenience they had arranged to themselves.

The earliest they could go to a register office was in three days. Crystal and Charles only needed one parent each for witnesses, their birth certificates to prove they were both 18, and rings. At least that part Charles had covered.

It was just signing papers. No party, no cake, no fuss, just get it over with. What came after was much more important.

Charles knew that. It was strictly business. To help them out.

Then why did he lay awake that night, fiddling with the ring, his mind racing. It glimmered so beautifully in the moonlight. It was something so special, so precious, Charles couldn’t help but feel that it was a waste.

He dug out his spiral notebook from his backpack, turning it open to reveal the photograph inside. It was the same he’d found from the attic, of the boy who’d lived in the house decades before him. Charles picked it up, gazing at the dark hair, sad eyes and those lips pursed in a frown.

He’d been 18 too, when he’d died.

Did you ever feel like this? Like there is something more I should seek out, but I don’t know what, or where to start looking.

Were you alone when you died? Were you ever loved?

On the open spread of the notebook, Charles had scrawled his wedding vows. He would say those to Crystal, she would say I do, and everyone was happy. Charles hadn’t memorized them yet, but he had time, didn’t he? He wasn’t a bit sleepy.

The moon was high, its magical light illuminating the hills and the path that went through the back gate into the forest. The trees stood silent, bearing watch.

Charles sneaked out.

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[truths33k3r4]

Hi Melissa I love your story and I was wondering how would the turtle react to a toddler? Scared, calm, excited, irresponsible behavior.

(totally not for fanart reasons)

Hey, @oddartistl3!

I’ll go through each turtles reaction~

Michelangelo- Mikey would go through a few mixed emotions if he were to find a toddler in his home. The first would be surprise, wondering how in the world the little human made it down to the sewers, but that feeling would be swallowed almost instantly by his curiosity and kindness, taking the toddler and flinging them up onto his shoulders asking them all the questions he can think of. And in return, answering any questions the child may have for him, the giant, human-turtle teen. 😅

Lotus- Lo’s blood pressure would shoot up at an exponential rate if she were to find a HUMAN CHILD anywhere near her. If there’s one, then others will come looking for it. She would stand frozen in the shadows, conflicted by her want to protect the defenseless child, while also not wanting to risk her family and herself being found. Eventually, her heart would win over her head, and she would carefully take the child, holding it tight to her plastron, and returning it to the surface as quickly as possible.

Donatello- Don’s brain would utterly short-circuit at the sight of some mini, germ-ridden biohazard in his home. He would sit frozen in place with his mouth agape and eyes wide wondering

HOW THE SHELL DID IT FIND MY HOME?!?

His mind would begin rummaging through the dusted files of childhood, trying to decipher what the child would want as he tried to figure out how to bring it back to the surface. (AFTER toddler proofing as many pipes and appliances of his home as quick as mutantly possible.) He would give it one of his granola bars to snack on, (after looking up if it was safe for them to eat), and wordlessly hand it off to Leo as the freckled brother attempted to figure out a solution.

Raphael- “… What… the frick??????” Raph would be totally befuddled at such a weird sitch happening like a toddler being found in his home. That’s hidden. In the SEWERS OF NEW YORK. He would silently and secretly follow the child through the tunnels, making sure it followed the literal crumbs he left in a trail back to the surface. But before the child could even taste the crumb left on the unsanitary grounds of the tunnel, Raph leapt from where he was hiding and plucked the kid into his arms, bapping the soiled crumb out of their hand. After inwardly getting reprimanded by his twins voice in his head about “causing a child to catch four of the five food borne illnesses”, he grumbled and held the kid tight as he ran to reach the surface. When the child squirmed or started crying, the fiery brother would begrudgingly hum a simple tune to keep them distracted.

Leonardo- Leo’s eyes would blow out wide as his mouth dropped at the unexpected guest in his home. His medic brain would fight a glorious battle against his leader side, trying to gauge if it would be wise to care for the little stranger or just ignore them and let them find their own way back to the surface. Immediately his big brother instincts would bring the battle to a close, resulting in him walking up to the child and asking them if they’re hurting anywhere. After checking them over, and placing bandaids on any scratches or scrapes, (and of course kissing each one so the “boo boo would heal faster.”) Leo would hold out his hand to the child, asking them if they remembered how to go back home.

There ya go! Cant wait to see what you make with this! 😁

Hope you have a wonderful day! To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

[d8nielaa]

hii can i request a paul holden fic where he is dating the curtis sister! and it takes place right after bob has died and he is scared that he will lose her because of the rivalry. he already lost his best friend, he can’t lose her too.

Author's Note: no cause this is so fricking cute

Can't Loose Her

Paul Holden x Curtis!sister reader

The night air was thick with smoke and grief. The streets of Tulsa were quiet in that way they get after something terrible happens—like the whole town was holding its breath.

Bob was dead. And Paul Holden was unraveling.

He hadn't cried at the scene. Not when the cops showed up, not when Randy turned pale and hollow, not when the whispers started spreading like wildfire. He hadn’t cried even when he looked at the blood on the grass.

But now, outside the Curtis house with his hands shaking and his knuckles scraped raw—now the tears threatened.

Because it wasn’t just about Bob anymore. It was you.

Your porch light was off, but he knew you were home. He always knew. You’d been his soft place in a world full of sharp edges—your laugh, your hands, your voice that soothed the worst in him. He’d loved you long before Bob ever wrapped his Mustang around a bottle of trouble.

But now? Now you were the Curtis girl. And Bob had been a Soc. And the line between your worlds had never felt so violently drawn.

He knocked, once. Twice. And then you opened the door.

Your eyes went wide. “Paul?”

His chest cracked just at the sound of your voice. “Hey.”

You stepped out without a word, barefoot, cardigan over your pajamas. You closed the door behind you and met him on the porch, arms folding over yourself like you were trying to hold it all together too.

“I—I wasn’t sure if I should come,” he said. “I didn’t know if you’d even talk to me.”

“I’ve been waiting all night,” you whispered.

That was it. That was all it took.

Paul dropped his head into your shoulder and finally, finally, let the tears fall.

You held him as he shook, his arms coming around your waist like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. He wasn’t the tough Soc anymore. He was just a boy who’d lost his best friend and was terrified he’d lose you next.

“I’m sorry,” he choked. “God, I’m so sorry—”

“Paul—”

“They’re gonna hate me. Your brothers. Your whole side. Bob was one of us. And now he’s gone, and if Darry finds out I’ve been with you—if anyone does—”

You cupped his face, pulling him back so he’d look at you.

“I don’t care what side you’re on.”

His breath caught. You kept going.

“I care that you’re here. That you came. That you’re not pretending like this didn’t wreck you.”

He blinked at you, eyes glassy. “I lost him. I can’t lose you too. I—I don’t think I could take it.”

Your heart twisted, soft and aching.

“You won’t,” you promised, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “I’m right here.”

He leaned into your touch like a man starved. “Stay. Please. Just… stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And right there, under the weight of everything broken and bitter in the world, you kissed him. Slow, trembling, but real.

Because maybe the world was cruel. Maybe your brothers would hate him. Maybe the line between Soc and Greaser was carved in blood.

But Paul held you like you were the only thing that made sense anymore. And you kissed him like you weren’t planning on letting him go.

Not now. Not ever.

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Author's Note: we we we

[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that this is the end of us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions darling) and a suggestive at hoon's part (if u squint 🤭)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister), Jin Ae (Y/n and Sunghoon's child)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @sungvrhs

A/n: THE REACTIONS ARE REALLY INTERESTING LMAOOO, I'M CURIOUS IF IT'LL CHANGE WHEN I FINISH THIS FIC (I have no idea when 💀) BUT HOPEFULLY YOU'LL ENJOY MY DEBUT

Not proofread 😅

Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!!

Part 4:

'...'

The silence was so loud.

But I mean, it was expected. How would you have reacted given that information and the current situation you were in? Even I, too, wouldn't know, despite living it.

'Y/n,' Jay breaks the awkward atmosphere,

'take your damn child before it has a concussion from it falling from my arms, because I feel so fricking weak right now.'

Glady, you took Jin Ae, since she was like a comforter. And, gosh, she was SO 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 CUTE.

Finally, you felt a little light-hearted, but that could only last for long...

'I...damn. I never knew my bro would be like that... He's not the type to do that...'

'Y/n...have you ever suspected that Jake dude? Because right now, he seems like he's the problem.'

'I agree, Jay. Hoon would never hurt you, but it may be he's worried that Jake guy would take you. You're everything to him, Y/n, and he's just as similar to you when it comes to love.'

Hearing the different views of the story did give you an insight of what might be going on in his head.

'Try being Hoon,' suggested Jay, 'because you need to know what's his version of this mess.

Thoughtfully, you scrape out every detail of Jake you could get from your memory, and tried to piece it together to get a clear answer.

Jake was a flirty boy, so his actions could rub off people in the wrong way, especially if it was Hoon.

When he hangs out with you, he would definitely initiate the physical contact, snaking an arm around your waist or putting an arm on your shoulder.

The way he would look at you...it...it was different, now that you're gaining a third person view. Those eyes...it was so dark when it came to you, unlike when they have a charming gleam to others. Could it be lust? The thought made you sick, you hated liking another man when you were happily in love.

Even the nicknames...he would call me things Sunghoon does, like 'Love' or 'Darling'.

Ah, so he wasn't trying to be my best friend,

He took 'bf' to a whole new level.

No wonder why Hoon got so agitated at the thought of him.

But...at the same time, these are just reasonable guesses. I would need to discuss with Sunghoon to actually know the answer.

'So, what's your verdict, 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤?'

'I think Jake tried to change it to Mrs. Sim.'

'I thought so too, ngl.'

'Me three!' Yeji chimes in.

'Well, at least now you should have Sunghoon's view.'

And I think we talked for too long that Jin Ae started crying, hungry for milk.

'Shoot, Jin Ae hasn't drank yet.'

'We'll leave you two to be, call us when you're done.' Says the modest Jay, who you really thought deserved to be the older Park.

'I'll be waiting nearby, ok bro?'

'Cheers Hee, for letting me hang about your place and all that.'

'My job as the eldest, is it not?' He chuckles.

'I know you love Y/n, but right now, you're not really taking your role as the husband, aren't you? Remember, you haven't heard her side of the story, so take it easy.'

'I'll try to, I really will.'

I head on over to the backyard of our house, decorated by my lovely Y/n. She took so much time renovating it into the piece of art it is today. That was what she was good at: creating masterpieces. She's probably best at it because she is one, and if I was to ever be hurtful to her, I would never have meant it; I never deserved such a woman ever, such luck I had to create my family with her as my wife.

I start appreciating everything more, taking a look around and observing the way she places the plant pots, and the strokes she did when painting the fence. There was something else she was better at stroking at, but we'll save that for another time.

When approaching the bench where we would always sit when it was a beautiful sunset, I noticed engravings on it. I thought someone may have vandilised it, until I took a closer look.

'Y/n Park ♥︎ Park Sunghoon'

'He's my forever!!'

'I'm so happy my child was made with him.'

'𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

-𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒀/𝒏.'

All this made him feel ashamed of himself. He deserves to, he was pretty much destroying his sunshine.

He wanted to talk things out, but you weren't there.

*Buzz*

'Who is it?' Enquires Yeji

'Ooolalaaa, it's Mr. Park Sunghoon.'

'Interesting...'

*Otp* 'What.'

'Where's Y/n?'

'Jin Ae was hungry, so she's breastfeeding her right now.'

(She's such a good mother... Oh, Y/n, if only I could prove my love to you better...)

'Oh...ok.' *Ends call*

...

*Jay and Yeji monster shrieks*

'OMG, OPPA, SHOULDN'T WE TELL H/N?'

'YEAH, WE SHOULD. HURRY, OPEN UP THE GROUP CHAT!!'

[mintytealfox]

You used to teach people how to pan for gold?

I did LOL the very simplified version of it and it was always hot as frick outside so hiding the fool's gold in the cool water down in the sand felt nice LOOOL (until fall would hit then my hands would be FREEZING AH) If I am remembering right we also had this hella creepy display where you would look down the glass window and you would see this miner down there with a canary with him, I can't remember if it slowly moved or not XD but I kind of remember the sound of this motor sound down in the basement where we would have lunch in the room next to him LOOOL we even had a 'prospector pit' for the kiddos and I thought it was lame as hell LOOOOL, but fun for kids, they would 'dig' in these rubber bits to get 'gems' 🙃🤣🤣🤣 The geologist, at the time, would get so excited about his rock and gem collection lol (I remember having to fight off the mean Geese up there, those things were HORRIBLE) (AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE CHICKENS THAT WOULD FIGHT ME ON THE WAY TO THE RESTROOM AAHHH I would have to run for my life through the gardens and slip through the little opening in the fence to ESCAPE LOL)

I also taught mock school at the school house to show people what school life was like in the late 1800s I had to ring the bell every hour! I actually legit hated that cause it was so LOUD when right next to it ah my ears are ringing just thinking about it ah and that heavy as hell mallet 🤣🤣 but it would be a different subject for each hour in the morning and then repeat for the afternoon.

And spinning thread (I was so bad at it oh my gosh) Talking about wool and the dying process 👍

and quilting (so now I know how to hand sew but the sewing machine still makes me scratch my head LOL)

and leather working (I would just talk about the types of leather and the process of tanning, I didn't do it myself that was for the experts. And I would only fill in when they needed an extra pair of hands 👍)

Taught some of the old dances too, but I hardly remember them now though -weeps-

and cooking in the old cast iron wood burning stove (where I got heat exhaustion cause there is a reason they would just cook outside or had a 'summer kitchen' during the summer months oh my GOSH) and I burnt EVERYTHING cause my pyromaniac self would make the fire too HOT LOL There were ladies who made THE BEST food in that thing though! like TOP TEIR BEST EVER! There is something about it that is just AHH SO EXTRA GOOOOD but anyway scraping out the ash afterwards was pretty satisfying and chopping more wood for the next day was liberating after dealing with some of the ANNOYING visitors (It was this dull as hell light little hatchet so it was all brute force and magic (finding where the log will likely split easiest) to pop those suckers in half oh my GOSH) This was also where my SEETHING, LOATHING, HAAATTEEEE for churning butter came from 😤😤 (cleaning that junk with freshly boiled water was the ACTUAL WORST, but at least I was allowed to use dawn dish soap and properly re-clean everything after closing for obvious reasons PFF)

This is only SOME of the stuff I did and had to learn so I could teach and perform LOOOOOL

//at least the laundry was fake but beating the rugs was one of my least favorite things like BRUH now all that GARBAGE DUST Is all over ME NOW AAAAAAA

lol whenever I hear 'oh man living in the 1800s would be fascinating' I say 'NO IT WOULDN'T, IT SUCKS, DON'T' 🤣🤣🤣

and the GHOSTS THERE I SWEAR I WAS ABOUT TO FIGHT SOME SUPERNATURAL RAAAAAAH

[worlddevoid]

World Devoid: Episode 1.2 - This Is (Not) Your Morning

(Word Count: 1.4k)

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"WHAT THE FRICK, CASSIE, I COULD HAVE KILLED US!" Baz yells, gripping the steering wheel with bone white knuckles as smoke pours in through the open window. He takes a moment to catch his breath-- taking a few large, dramatic gasps before looking back at Cassie-- bewildered.

"NEVERMIND THAT! What about all these empty cars?" Cassie replies, not even waiting for a response before reaching for the door handle and opening it, stepping down over the high ledge of the RV to the solid ground. She takes off towards the cars without a moments notice.

"WHAT ARE YOU---jeezuz Christopher Christ on a cracker!" Baz exclaims as he scrambles for his own door handle and stumbles out after Cassie. He takes one step towards the line of empty cars before thinking better and leaning back into the RV and across the driver's seat. He stretches his arm into the space behind his seat and grabs the (quite frankly) very tiny, handheld axe they had used to chop firewood. He then scurries into formation behind Cassie, pathetically holding up the can-opener-sized 'weapon' at nothing in particular. "What the FRICK is going on?" He chokes out, trying to keep his composure and failing.

It is eerily silent and still as they approach the sea of vehicles. Not even the wind is blowing. A deep dread washes over Cassie and she sucks in a sharp breath, stopping in her tracks. Something is wrong, but she's not quite sure what exactly that is yet. She steps tentatively towards the nearest car, reaching out slowly for the open door and leaning in as she gets closer. Crouching down, she wiggles her front half into the back seat and starts scanning the area for clues.

"HELLLLOOOOO!" Baz yells from behind her, frustrated at being ignored. He advances to where Cassie has worked her way into the back seat of a sedan, and squints at the cars surrounding them. He takes a moment to scrutinize each one, only to discover that each and every one, within eye sight, appears to be empty. Not only that, but the cars stretch on for miles. Hundreds - no, thousands- of cars leading to the community college, left abandoned. Their owners- nowhere to be found.

He kicks the back wheel well of the car Cassie is investigating and repeats himself. "Helllooooo. What the FRICK is going on???"

"As if I know! That's why I'm looking for clues! Now either help or get out of the way, dummy!" Cassie states bluntly, continuing her search for any sign of what happened here and where the owners of these vehicles have gone off to. Baz winces, but quickly shrugs his shoulders and decides to join the hunt.

Having found nothing in the backseat, Cassie moves her search to the front. Leaning over the middle console, she finds a Nokia 3310 sitting in the passenger seat. Excitedly, she reaches for it, only for the phone to... move- only a tiny amount, enough to make her question whether or not she had imagined it.

Baz, who had been watching Cassie, notices as her focus shifts from the backseat to the front. His eyes land on a small blue phone just as she reaches for it. When it moves- or at least he could have sworn it moved- he quickly looks to Cassie, only to see shock scribbled across her features. She had clearly seen it too. He wrenches open the front car door 'weird that it's just sitting here unlocked' and dives for the phone-- only for it to wiggle just a little bit forward out of his grasp. His hand remains frozen in shock where the phone had been sitting only moments prior. "Uhh...Cassie...." He manages to utter in disbelief, cartoonishly rubbing his eyes as if to reset the image they'd just seen.

To their collective horror, from beneath the phone, eight spindly legs creep over the edge, scraping the corners of the buttons as a disturbing creature emerges. It peels itself off of the plastic and scuttles away from the Nokia, giving them a better look at it.

The creature is no larger than the palm of a hand, spider-like in more ways than one. Its eight long legs, the same shaped abdomen, its dark, obsidian color- everything yells that this is some kind of spider. Except for the eyes. There are precisely six of them, each a different size and shape. Some look eerily humanoid. Even more unsettling, they seem to blink independently of each other.

Cassie immediately recoils and screams in terror.

As her figure flies backwards away from the front seat in quick fashion, Baz leans curiously towards the creature that gave her a big fright. A beautiful spider- unlike any he's ever seen before- blinks in multitude back at him. He wracks his brain to help identify the enigma before him, but his mind comes up blank. He's never seen or heard of an arachnid that matches the description of the one in front of his own eyes and he squeals in glee at the revelation.

"I've never seen a specimen quite as magnificent as this one. The body and legs indicate it could belong in the Badumna insignis family, but the eyes are unlike anything that should belong to that family- or any species of spider really!" He bends forward excitedly. 'THIS IS SO COOL! IF I'M THE FIRST ONE TO DISCOVER THIS LITTLE GUY THEN I GET TO NAME IT AND BE--' "If this is the first of it's kind we need to carefully capture it for study! I will set a trap and lure the little----"

Before he can finish his sentence, the eight-legged creature bends it's legs with lightning speed and launches itself off of the seat and directly toward his face. He swings wildly with the small axe in a panic and feels only the slightest connection with mass--but it's just enough to knock it off course and it lands on the ground just to his left. He whips around to see it poised to pounce just behind him.

Cassie scrambles out of the back seat and books it away from the car. "Baz! Kill it already!" She shouts from a safe distance, leaving them to take care of this. She doesn't do bugs. Unfortunately for her, the spider takes notice of the motion and set its sights on her instead, turning and scuttling in her direction at an ungodly speed for such a tiny thing.

"Get awaaaayyyyy!" She screeches, sprinting away as fast and as far as her legs will let her.

Baz is stood frozen- torn between saving his friend and attacking a potentially new species, or standing still just to see what would happen if it got to Cassie... His better judgement ultimately wins against his bug-crazy brain and he lunges into action, taking one long stride with his string bean legs and swinging his right arm in synchronized action. He slams down HARD on the spider mid-scuttle. A sickening crunch is heard and he cringes, just a little, as orange guts arch through the air and spray against the pavement, some of it splashing on the toes of their shoes.

"Ewwww!" Cassie cries as she stamps her feet and shakes vigorously in an attempt to get the orange slime off her clear plastic heels. It got on her bare feet as well- some of it sticking between her toes.

"Awe, Frick." Baz say dejectedly, crouching down at the massacre beneath him. He moves to languidly touch one of its many legs, lamenting its passing.

Just as their hand is about to make contact with the fuzzy stick of a leg, it twitches and Baz flinches back in surprise.

Suddenly, the massacred pieces of spider carcass begin to vibrate. He stands quickly and takes a step back, watching the pile of flesh squirm with bewilderment.

"Oh God," Cassie whines, tears starting to prick the corners of her eyes. "This is so disgusting."

She is so distracted with the spider guts all over her designer shoes that she doesn't notice the creature in question begin to twitch on the ground. Unbeknownst to her, the spider is beginning to reform its body, the flesh pulling together as if attracted by a magnet.

Baz tunes out Cassie's cries of displeasure and watches- in a mixture of horror and fascination- as the smashed, mangled pieces of the spider's carcass begin to reconstruct themselves into one again. Each broken piece mends before his eyes and the legs begin to kick and twitch as it's stitched back together by an unseen force. He scrambles backwards once more as it attempts to stand- stray pieces of flesh still rolling and squishing into place.

"Cassie." He says carefully. "Get back in the RV."

...

[valentinevibrations]

@mod gaea, some begging/subby maccready smut pls if possible... With a female sole pls?

Mac is mouthy as fuck but it’s all for show 

-Gaea

Diamond City felt like it was staring at them as Nora walked through its muddy streets with her hand in MacCready’s, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She swung their arms instead, humming quietly as she reached her front door. 

“You think Piper’s gonna make this headline news?” MacCready snorted. 

Her cheeks flushed even as Nora turned the key in the lock, pushing the door open. “I- I really hope not?”

Her sniper squeezed her hand gently, closing the door behind him once they were inside and locking it. “Relax, Nora. I won’t tarnish you too bad.”

That made her snort, and she turned around to cup his face and kiss him, eyes fluttering shut. “You had manners just now,” she complained breathily. 

MacCready was laughing between kisses. “Oh, you want me to have manners?” 

Her lips moved to his throat, remembering how much he’d trembled. A surge of confidence filled her. “Yeah. I do.” Nora drew back. “You said- something about my, my thighs, MacCready. Show me.”

He let out a low, strangled noise and tilted his head back, let her dig her teeth in before they were kissing again, moving across the floor and shedding clothes. A trail of discarded boots and pants followed them to the stairs. Nora pushed MacCready onto his back on the bed, straddling his waist. His hands found her bra and unhooked it, tossing it aside. Gun-callused thumbs rolled at her nipples, a moan escaping her throat.

“RJ,” she breathed. 

He groaned, and between hurried kisses the sniper reached a hand down and tugged off her panties. Nora tossed them aside, her fingertips skimming over the dusting of fair hair covering his bare chest. 

“You said- thighs,” she reminded him. 

“Yes, please, I wanna, I wanna eat you out so bad,” he panted, his hands finding her hips. 

Nora kissed him one more time and then clambered up the bed, her thighs spreading wide either side of his head. Her hand found his hair, careful purchase seating her firmly over his face. MacCready let out a slow breath. 

“How the f-frick are you so dang perfect everywhere?” he managed to ask. His lips brushed her inner thigh. 

Nora gasped. “F-fuck, I, I’m not.” 

MacCready’s mouth devoured her without warning, lips closing around her clit. Nora arched, her firm grasp on his hair keeping him in place as he sucked on the nub. Her voice filled the room, and her eyes fluttered shut at the relentless pleasure that rocked her bodily. 

“Oh, RJ!” she gasped, heat flushing every inch of her. 

It was almost a little too much, but Nora had been pent up since she realised MacCready was turned on only a little while earlier, and she was enjoying the sudden attention after so long without touch. The sound of his mouth made her ears burn, but any shame and embarrassment was washed away by ecstasy. 

“S-so, good,” she panted, “RJ, s-so- you’re, you’re so, good!”

A whine escaped him as her nails scraped over his scalp, and as Nora bore down on his face, one of his hands moved to cup her breast. She felt the other shifting, and then against her left thigh she could feel his shoulder, a constant movement that gave her plenty of idea just what he was doing as he ate her out. 

That feather-light, soft brush of tongue over her clit was what undid her. Nora shuddered through her orgasm as she cried out. Hot warmth rushed her, nipples sensitive under MacCready’s rough hand, and she felt his hand speed up beneath her as he tried to match the timing of her peak with his own. 

“F-rick,” he breathed, “I’m- I’m gonna, fuck, fuck!”

Nora flopped down onto the bed beside him, a hand reaching out to wrap around his and squeeze the grip on his cock. 

“Oh god, please!” MacCready whimpered, his throat bobbing. 

“Good, good boy,” she whispered. 

RJ came with a shout of surprise, blue eyes rolling up and closing as ropes of cum spurted across his stomach and coated his hand. 

“Ain’t fair,” he panted as he slowed his stroke and finally stopped, laying boneless on the bed with cum covering his fist.

Nora laughed as she kissed his shoulder. “Mmm. You, you, um, sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“Hmph.” He turned to look at her. “You still cheated.”

Her fingers dragged along his scalp and curled into his hair. “Maybe, maybe a, a little.”

MacCready’s throat bobbed. 

[andersonpress]

MY FINAL YEAR IN PITTSBURGH MEGA BUCKET LIST

Apr 25, 2022

(Edited for the FINAL time May 2023)

I AM MOVING! FINALLY! Well, I just know I need to move...relatively soon. I started my graduate program in the Fall of 2019 and plan on walking my Black ass up out of my program the Spring of 2024. For some context into how American PhDs work - you have two or three years of coursework and then you fuck around and do some shit until you are ready to leave. I'm in my "fuck around" stage right on the precipice of my "and find out" once I leave my program with bigger tits, bigger checks, and the biggest BAG! By the end of 2022, I'll have a little less than 2 years left to snatch up my PhD and even less to make my way out of my home in Pittsburgh and on to new horizons for 2023. You see I want to be settled in my new home prior to defending my dissertation. Cause a bitch loves comfort.

So to my calculations I have roughly a year's worth of time left to lallygag in my current home before I'll have to start to pack it on up. One more year of intentional exploration in the City of Bridges. One more year.

And what a year it has been. I barely scraped the surface of the entirety of this list when I originally wrote it. I wish I could have added Spak's, Bottlerocket Social Club, Steel Carabiner at Blue Moon Bar, Drag Brunch at 5801, Maker's Night at Assemble Studios, artsncraftspgh botanica shop, Red Fish Bowl Studios, Allies Ball, and White Oak Dog Park. I'll never be able to summarize entirely my feelings towards Pittsburgh. Instead, I'll continue to work on the narrative. My address may no longer be in Pennsylvania but a piece of my heart lives in East Pittsburgh. Nothing will ever taste as good as a vegan philly cheesesteak from Spak. No one can throw a party like Black people from Homewood. And no one can make you feel as good as the local ladies at a Pittsburgh laundromat.

So here's a comprehensive list of what I intend to do in this year {Last Updated 09/21/22):

2) Take pictures in a sunflower patch.

3) Have a date at Casa Brasil. (R.I.P. It's closing in 2023)

4) Take a helicopter ride above the city.

6) Con Alma - for personal reasons.

7) Go to Pittsburgh Zine Fair!

8) Go to PGH Veg Fest!

9) Go to Randyland. (Refer to pic on the left)

10) Attend a concert at Roxian Theatre.

11) Go to Barcadia.

12) Go to Heinz History Center.

14) Go to Glass Center.

15) Ride the Gateway Clipper! 16) Go to car show.

17) Go to Tekko or another convention.

18) Go to Hartwood Wine Cave.

19) Ride on one of Molly's Trolleys.

20) Go to Victory Float Lounge.

21) Go to light up night.

22) Go to Frida Kahlo Exhibit.

23) Go to Penguins game.

24) Go to Steelers game.

26) Go to Trundle Manor.

27) Go to National Aviary.

28) Head to Carnegie Science Center.

29) Go to Frick Art & Historical Center.

30) Go to Wigle Whiskey Distillery.

31) Head to Penn Brewery.

32) Go to Church Brew Works.

Four years and I couldn't make it to every place on the bucket list. Well, as a resident anyway. The one cool thing about moving away from so many loved ones is making up excuses to head back. It's been one HELL of a year, the MOTHER of all experiences, and the GREATEST time of my adulthood (so far). While my address will no longer be in the commonwealth - a piece of my heart is cemented in the streets of the burgh'. See yinz soon!

[suprsbg]

[ALL UNITS CONVERTED TO LOCAL UNITS]

9:22 AM - Location Systems Offline

Alarms are blaring, everyone’s running around the ship frantically, and I lost Bella. I think she's on deck 504, but that’s a lot of area to search when the ship’s falling out of the sky. Man, I should not be making a log now. Ugh, I gotta find her soon...

BELLA! Oh, thank goodness you’re ok!

*intense rumble*

#ALERT# #ALERT# #ATMOSPHERIC ENTRY DETECTED#

Ok, we found each other- now let’s get to a pod.

Yeah.

#ALERT# #ALERT# #ESTIMATED 3 MIJSHGSGJSKSKJSKKKK#

Ok- wow- these crash couches are comfortable.

So… I guess now we just wait for imp-UGH!

9:22 PM - Xenobiology Lab 37

Ugh, I definitely want to work in engineering instead of botany. Tomorrow I’ll try and set up an internship down there.

Hey, that’s ok. You don’t need to like the first thing you try.

I guess so. *yawns* ok, I’m kinda done for today. Want to head back to the quarters?

Yea, definitely.

10:41 PM - Quarters

I know we've been here for a few weeks now, but I still can't belive I'm working onboard the Puer Magnus, like, the biggest ship humanity has ever made- and I'm on it!

Honestly? Same. I mean, I know they were basically accepting anyone by the end but it's still so cool. Although I wasn't expecting us to head so far from Alliance space so fast.

Fair, and same. It is cool exploring deep space- especially in xenobiology. Speaking of biology, I need to cancel my biology internship and set something up with engineering. Xenobio is cool, but not quite my cup of tea.

Makes sense, but I'll stick with bio.

Fair.

*light shake*

#This is Captain Dux, we have a small energy drain in engineering, and we are asking for a temporary suspension of non-essential high-energy work.#

Hey, I can probably help with that tomorrow- but that's for another day. Talk to you tomorrow.

We live in the same room, remember?

Right, heh.

Good night.

7:03 AM - Quarters

*beep beep beep beep beep*

*vvvvvvv*

*beep beep beep bee-*

uuuugh morningggg...

saaaaaame...

what time is it... OH FRICK! I have to be there in 27 minutes!

ok... I'll head down to engineering in a bit...

see you later. *blows kiss*

byeeee...

9:00 AM - Quarters

Computer, lift to Engineering.

*ding*

Well, that was fast.

9:02 AM - Main Engineering

Ok, make this quick- we're a bit busy here.

Worked in xenobio, now I want to help in engineering.

Great, we need help. Get over to that station over there.

Wha- that's it?

Yeah. Major power drain problems across the boa-

*intense rumble*

What the heck was that?

We're scraping the top of the atmosphere, and our stationkeeping thrusters aren't going over 12%.

How do I-

*explosion shakes the ship*

#ALERT# #ALERT# #HULL BREACH ON DECK 12#

#ALERT# #ALERT# #THRUSTERS OFFLINE#

What the... how could this happen...

#This is Dux! All nonessential personnel prepare for evacuation. DO NOT evacuate, but PREPARE to.#

Alf to Rox, how's the comp core?

Rox?

ROX?

You-

Bella.

Bella, get to deck 504. Check the computer core.

On it.

9:08 AM - Deck 504

Chief Alfred, the core appears mostly offline.

How could it-

*intense rumble*

#ALERT# #ALERT# #UNRECOVERABLE TRAJECTORY DETECTED#

#This is Dux. Evacuate. Evacute now. Rendezvous in orbit if you can, bu- kkkkkzkzzkkzkzkk#

Oh man, I need to find Kylie...

9:22 AM - Location Systems Offline

Ok, so she should be just around this corner...

BELLA! Oh, thank goodness you’re ok!

*intense rumble*

#ALERT# #ALERT# #ATMOSPHERIC ENTRY DETECTED#

Ok, we found each other- now let’s get to a pod.

Yeah.

#ALERT# #ALERT# #ESTIMATED 3 MIJSHGSGJSKSKJSKKKK#

Ok- wow- these crash couches are comfortable.

So… I guess now we just wait for imp-UGH!

??:?? ?? - Location Systems Offline

Ugh... what time is it? Where are-

Oh no...

We crashed. what the heck do we do now?

I have no idea...

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wrote this bc procrastinating HW :)

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

{while i usually don't give a frick about putting nsfw stuff under a read more-- decided i'd go ahead and slap all this under one, partly since it's copy pasting an ask-- and also partly because i feel like this is gonna get long lol--}

@akumanoken {now then, to return that ask for one adorable bby boi~}

"Yes.. yes.. f-fuck you're so t-tight….."

He was whining into the other's neck, hands on the other's waist and pulling Minato to him, his hips moving harder than he planned. Nerves had slowly gone away, the other's encouragement, his heat and the taste of his skin helping Souji to fall into the role, to mark and bite down on Minato's chest, It was an assault on the senses. His eyes were bleary, his staring still searing, searching for feedback, touching all the spots he knew from previous encounters that Minato liked. "Micchannnnnn~~"

His head reared up, eyes fluttering up as he rutted into the other, feeling the other's skin, his body as if he had never felt anything like it before. He may as well has grown multiple, feeling as much as he could, mapping out what he could find.

Hands felt the other's length and he stroked it in time with the roll of his hips, moaning harder. "Tell me… tell me it feels good… tell me you like it… please… tell me what you want…"

While Souji's face was nestled up into his neck, slender fingers were weaved into raven locks, gripping a fist full of those silky strands as Minato shuddered some with that harder impact of the other's hips. "Hahn… Oh fuck--" Cursing from under heavy breaths, his hold on the other's head tightened just a little, pressing Souji closer as the ravenette was busy biting at and marking his chest, another feeling that had tingles racing over his skin. Gold hues were blissfully shut for the past few moments, up until his name was mewled past the other's lips… With that, Minato returned that bleary violet gaze, a sound that was almost a note of laughter slipping him.

"Haa… Souji~…" Purring the other's name before another moan slipped past his lips, that hand tangled in the ravenette's hair trailed down to his back once more, lightly squeezing at Souji's shoulder for a moment. "That's… mhn~… that's a good boy~" Cooing further praise from between heated breaths and the other sounds passing his lips, the blonde quivered some beneath the onslaught on touches. God… such soft hands mapping his skin felt so damn good--

A gasp pulled him back from that slight drift in thoughts, however, as Souji's hands found his length-- Arching up at the other's touch, with nails lightly biting at Souji's back as the melding sensations from both the other's strokes and thrusts had him tremble. "Ahh-- sh-shit…" Proper words weren't the first thing to tumble out at Souji's request for feedback, instead another curse muddled with his moans was all that slipped past.

"It's great-- you feel amazing~…" Arms looped around the other's shoulders as Minato pulled Souji closer still, lips ghosting the other's skin as he nestled his face up under the ravenette's jaw. "F-fuck--" Muttering in a half moan, half pant, fingers scraped at the other's skin still as they dipped over Souji's back again. "Don't stop-- haah… keep going… Gimme more--" Adding further feedback as he quivered beneath the smaller form over him, gold hues squeezed shut once more. There was a familiar heat coiling up in his gut, and Minato could feel the impending wave crash steadily rushing closer as Souji kept going.

"Oh fuck-- Aah~… Souji--" Already burning cheeks only seemed to grow a little hotter at the pitch shift he could catch in his own voice, but that wasn't lingered on for long. "I-I'm close… haahn… Oh god I--" Cut short by the half squeaked moan that pushed past his throat, Minato clung onto the smaller form tangled with his own as that wave crashed over him.

Shuddering with a few half-whined sounds leaking past his lips as he undoubtedly made a mess of Souji's hand, if not his own stomach as well… Muscles in turn squeezing down on the other's length as Minato still kept him held close, hazy urges spurring him to keep rocking along with the motion of Souji's hips.

[melanatedkink]

All Good Things...

A/N: Watched Tangled recently, and Mother Gothel’s aura has me up writing this right now. I don’t condone the blatant gaslighting, she can keep that. Decided to write this so I can go to bed.

Warnings: overstimulation, cum smearing, vulgar language, lovebombing, mentions of a clit but otherwise un

You were fed up. Another break-up fell stale after three months of grieving. It seemed to be pattern though. A horrible pattern of finding somebody to soothe the itch of companionship only to be left high and dry as soon as you decided to become intimate. The cruelest part being the time between partners nearly driving you mad; only making it easier for the next one to get under your skin. You knew the signs. Pratically had them written on the calendar of when they would lose interest. But, you couldn’t help it. Being lonely wasn’t a thing you dealt with well. 

Since then, you clung to your friends, one of them being Keigo Takami. An unlikely companion considering his carefree nature somewhat agitated your anxious one. Somehow, through this on again off again fiasco, he had withstood all the aftermath. His demeanor became something soft and concerned whenver you were down. He could tell by your body language whether you were in need of a joke, or a long walk to the convenience store for cheap food. 

Tonight just happened to be the latter as you finished up season one of a show you decided to start together. You two were pratically scraping the bottoms of your ice cream pints when you got on the subject of relationships. 

“Okay, but be honest with me,” Keigo placed his pint on the table and turned to face you fully, crosslegged on the floor in front of the couch. “Why do you think it’s your fault?” 

You shook your head, whilst holding the spoon in you mouth for moral support,”I mean, it just has to be, right?”

Keigo mimicked a buzzer, startling the utensil out of your mouth.

“I won’t accept that. Remember, I told you to be honest,”

You sighed.

“It wouldn’t matter whose fault it really was. I wouldn’t have stayed anyway,”

He raised a brow. This he hadn’t heard before, and he was sure he was gonna find out tonight. 

“Oh~” he cooed,” And why is that?” 

You let out a frustated sigh,” Because the sex is always bad. Remember the last guy I was with? Yeah, he always left a fricking carpet burn everytime he went in,” Keigo snorted. “Not to mention I never finish when I’m with someone,”

He froze,”Never?” 

You shrugged,” I know I’m not broken cause I can finish on my own, but when I’m with someone... I don’t know they just can’t get me there. I could give them a fricking roadmap and I’d still be here, without an orgasm,”

Keigo cracked his fingers before laying them in his lap. A solemn expression laid in those golden eyes of his as he studied you. Sudden, and intense. It nearly made you scoot back. 

“Would you... would you want that?” 

~

After about thirty minutes, your thighs were propped on a pair of smooth, broad shoulders as you fought to catch your breath. A winning smile peeked from between your legs, drenched in your first orgasm. 

“God, you’re amazing~” you slurred,” Thank you,” 

A dark chuckle chased the afterglow away. Keigo rose to his knees, displaying the full extent of this experience running down his chest. He hungrily smacked at his digits before smoothing over your hips. He cocked his head to the side. An innocent smile was the last thing you saw before the room flipped around and your face hit the sheets. Warm skin met your back as his lips fluttered over the shell of your ear.

“I’m not done until I make up for every single fucking dumbass who left you hanging, babe,” he softly promised. 

Despite his new found ferocity, he managed to hold out til you squeaked out an okay before easing his way in. Moans mingled in the air as he inched his way, back and forth, until he was fully seated inside. Again, he hesitated, placing his thumb on your erect clit and pressing it until you pushed back on him.

“Oh ho ho. Someone’s a bit greedy,” he teased,”I don’t blame you. I bet it feels good to finally let go with someone inside, right?” 

He pratically moaned his sentences as he slowly gave in, carving his shape into you. 

“Y- you~ you don’t hafta...just wan~ ted one,” you reasoned.

“Oh but you deserve more, kitten,” he purred as he quickened his pace, ”You deserve to know how it feels so you know what you should get from anyone who decides to make love to you,” 

Make love? You couldn’t even register his words. Just as he said them, you cried out. The pressure in your belly was building with every stab at your g-spot. Why did he have to know your secrets? Why did he have to be so good? Why did you have to be left neglected only for your relief to be a moment away? God, you could get a addicted to sex like this. To a love like this. Wait.

“Wait. What?” 

He bit back a moan as you tightened around him.

“I- I uh,” 

He dug his fingers in your hair to pull you up, pushing him impossibly deeper.

“What did you say?” 

You blanched. Fuck, what did you say? Frantic eyes gazed at you, prying for the truth. 

“I- I...I love you, Kei,” you whispered. 

He blinked. Once. Twice. Without warning, his arms locked around your waist, his head buried in your neck, and he forced himself inside once more. You vision spotted. This position made it impossible for him to hit anywhere but your g-spot. A blessing or curse? You’d never know as the pressure kept mounting, and your voice kept harmonizing with Keigo’s.

“Fuck, you said it. You finally -oh fuck- you finally fucking said it,” he exclaimed. He nearly begged for your orgasm, and held your hips in place to ensure you’d feel every single stroke. 

Again and again you reached your climax, with barely enough wherewithall to ask if he’d finished as well. You thought you felt him press his seed on your backside while dreamily recounting how sexy you are. It didn’t matter what position he pulled you in, he ensured you were adored beyond reason, and properly praised for milking him dry.

There you were on your back, gazing up with lovesick eyes. His eyes fluttered, nearly rolling to the back as your nails pierced his back for the umpteenth time. 

“Kei~ Kei please I can’t I-”

A smoldering kiss cut you off as his hips tested how long you’d able to focus on his lips. A messy battle of tongues joined the obscene melody of sweaty skin meeting skin.

“I’m so close. Fuck baby tell me where. Where do you-” 

“Cum on me,” you managed you pant,”Please Kei~ on me,” 

Just like that, the cord snapped, sending another spray on his abdomen. Your eyes screwed shut as you convulsed and screamed praises. Keigo wasn’t fairing much better, barely managing to disconnect your bodies before spilling all over your stomach and chest. 

As the haze of sex slowly disipated, you flinched at the feeling of a wet cloth touching your tummy. Keigo reeled back.

“Too cold?” 

You blanched. How in the hell could he go from sexy demon to adorable boyfriend material in a matter of seconds. 

“When did you get up?” you croaked, realizing how hoarse your voice was.

“You uh kinda fell asleep, or at least I hope you did. I may have pushed it too far,” he chuckled. 

You sighed. Here we go again.

[okayeojin]

loona reaction to their girlfriend being a professional ice skater

💌 :: fluff :: [female reader]

♡ :: heejin 희진

attends every single competition, sometimes even attempts to postpone her own idol activities to come watch you instead

takes pictures

like tons of them

she might as well be payed for them cause they're fricking good, and you always get flustered looking at them

and she's like "look at you!! you're like an ice princess"

you'd have to snatch the phone away from her because she wouldn't be able to stop staring at them photos, i swear

uses them as reference to make drawings of you TT

rather than being loud during your competitions, she'd silently gasp and be like "wow..." and stares at you in awe before snapping out of it and going back to take pictures

♡ :: hyunjin 현진

buys cake to celebrate your win

ngl she would probably scrape the icing off that said "congrats on your victory!!" if you didn't win

brings you flowers too

rushes outside after the competition so she'd be the first person to congratulate you

compliments you so much about how good you look dressed all sparkly with your skating little skirt and your hair tied up

she's probably seen you dressed like that, ready to compete, a million times but she gives you compliments literally every single time regardless

doesn't really take pictures, prefers to dedicate her full attention to you and how good you are

talks about it on the ride back home, "when you did that one spin at the end?? oh my god"

♡ :: haseul 하슬

pictures pictures pictures

so many pictures

becomes the kris jenner meme, "you're doing great sweetie"

she would get so into it, standing up and all, if she's seating first row, she would subtly lean over the railing to get a better shot

without compromising your performance of course

she would be a nightmare for the people sitting behind her, or just around her in general TT

she bends and twists in million positions to get a good shot of you

they'd probably come out shaky but it's the thought that counts right?

comes to check up on you when you have practice, if she has some free time in her schedule, that is

brings coffee to you, your coach and your skating partner, if you were practicing for a couple performance

super cute and attentive to your needs ): reminds you every 2 minutes to be careful and not injure yourself

♡ :: yeojin 여진

she is so jealous about how pretty her girlfriend looks moving like that on the ice

she's deadass mesmerized, it looks like you're floating

takes zero pictures, maybe just as you were entering the ring, but then stops to give her full attention to the performance

she couldn't miss a single second of it !

l o v e s your outfits, that's the main reason she decides to take pictures sometimes, they look so good on you! so sparkly and flowy

gives suggestions like "oh how about a red outfit for your next competition?? red looks amazing on you"

she would constantly suggest dates where you two went ice skating, so she could both show you off to other people and also hold your hand as you helped her stay balanced

also asks you to teach her beforehand so she can impress you, cute

♡ :: vivi 비비

always brings you flowers

like every single kind, the flower shop should hang a picture of her as their honorary costumer

would never say it out loud, but she goes crazy every time she sees you in your skating outfits

the pretty colors and glitters making you look so fairy like

of course she compliments you out loud as well, but she really really really likes you in those clothes so much you can't even imagine

lowkey blushes when she sees you in them because omg her girlfriend is so pretty!! that's her girlfriend !!

gets so stupidly proud of you and lowkey emotional when she watches you compete?? would shed tears sometimes

if you ever mentioned her in one of your speeches after a victory, she wouldn't be able to show her face to you afterwards

she'd be so flustered, and thankful and- would just bury her face in your chest while hugging you tightly and telling you how good you were

♡ :: kim lip 김립

she would rather die than miss your competitions

drives like a madman to reach the place you're competing at without being late

and you'd be like "calm down!! there will be videos of it online anyway" aND SHE'D GET MAD "it's not the same !!!"

usually forgets to buy you flowers and hates herself for it, making you laugh

"you being here is more important.." and she punches you embarrassed

takes pictures of you like a mom before you enter the ring, "smile more" "i’m so anxious" "well... stop being anxious for the picture, baby"

has random bursts of cuteness towards you, she thinks you look absolutely adorable in your skating outfits ;;

hugs and squeezes you so tight you're afraid the little rhinestones on your dress will pop off

you can hear her screaming and cheering from the audience, which makes you giggle but also have that burst of confidence that is always needed honestly

♡ :: jinsoul 진솔

such a supportive gf TT

tells random people in the audience sitting next to her "that's my girlfriend!"

can't stress this enough but she's so proud of you!!! grabs your hand even in front of photographers as soon as you exit the ring

her mouth would be hanging open during your whole routine

fingers constantly crossed, biting her bottom lip and eyes widening when she knows a particularly difficult jump is coming

yeah about that, she literally memorizes your routines

not voluntarily, but she watches you rehearse and practice so often that she would learn and remember some parts very well

teases you at home by recreating those moves

she seriously has so much respect for you tho, she knows very well just how difficult of a sport ice skating is and watching you do it apparently so effortlessly would make her heart inflate with so much pride

♡ :: choerry 최리

seeing her sitting in the audience would immediately lift some of the anxiety off your shoulders

therefore she would always arrive super early to get a seat in the front row

and would cutely wave at you as soon as you enter the ring, flashing you that cute smile of hers and a thumbs up in reassurance

covers you in kisses right after

when she comes to watch you compete (which is... always, basically) she tries to match her clothes with the outfit you'd be wearing for your competition TT

the biggest fan for real

cheers and gasps cutely the whole time

if you didn't land a particularly difficult jump in your routine, she would be tearing up and be worried about you until the very end, and you'd have to comfort her and reassure her that everything is fine

♡ :: yves 이브

she's like... mesmerized by you and the shapes you are able to create with your body while dancing on the ice like that

she finds it literally so magical and impressive

attends your training sessions too !!

and brings you your favorite drink

sits in the audience with hands on her cheeks admiring you while you're exercising

her head always jerks upwards if you fell to check up on you

reminds you to take as much precautions as possible, would be looking up on the internet how to prevent injuries, like that you shouldn't put your hands forward to catch yourself in case you trip, or you might risk injuring your wrists and arms

you being a professional ice skater would already know those things, but she looks so cute taking care of you like that that you wouldn't complain

overall very very concerned about your well being, but is also super in love with you and your sport

♡ :: chuu 츄

she!! brings posters !! and slogans !! to your competitions !!

claps and cheers the loudest once you're done

everyone would know she's your girlfriend

that's pretty much her goal

"that's my girlfriend!!!" "y/n!!!"

always compliments how cute your sparkly outfits look on you, she's so in love w you

shows her parents and friends videos from your competitions, and keeps complimenting and squealing so much (as if she doesn't know your routine by heart, considering how much she watches those videos)

about that... yeah, she keeps re watching every single one of your performances, even if she was physically there to see it in real time

she wants to relive the whole experience

she learns some technical terms and be like "that triple axel was so great", "that wasn't a ... thank u jiwoo <3"

SHE'S SO CUTE IM IMPLODING

♡ :: gowon 고원

constantly goes "wooow..." at you and claps slowly at every single spin and turn

holds her breath whenever you're about to perform a more complicated move

she knows your routine by heart by the way

has memorized it all by attending your training and practice sessions

she's never late, and if she can't attend she'd be apologizing profusely

you'd reassure her that "you don’t have to attend my practice" but she'd be sad regardless

not to mention she would clear her schedule to come watch your competitions, and would bring as many people as possible to support you

wear a little t shirt with your face and "my girlfriend!!" written on it TT

♡ :: olivia hye 올리비아혜

more competitive than you

if you get a low score - or lower than usual- she would never stop talking about it

"i mean, i did kinda lose my balance there-" "whatever, you were still good"

so supportive

hugs you so tight after you finish that you wouldn't be able to breath

"you were amazing as always"

there's no room for criticism, if you asked her for an opinion about your routine she would be so biased that she wouldn't really be of much help

imagine using one of her songs in one of your competitions, she would get so unbelievably shy that you'd start wondering if that's really your girlfriend

"ah why'd you do that...?" while blushing

lowkey gets angry at the judges if they don't give you the max score, but keeps silent and rants about it to you after

she gets so riled up because she knows how hard her girlfriend is working for every single competition

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[pokerninja2]

It's time for Luigi's breakdown! Luigi's a pretty cool dude, always being there to help his bro out... even if his conscious is BEGGING him to just turn and run for the hills. Luigi's probably wondering "What did I do in life to get to the point where I'm wrestling people in a volleyball game?" He's lived through worse, but I'm starting to imagine he thinks he's in way over his head here. Hang in there Weeg, if you've bested the worst the ghosts have to offer you three times over, surely you can play a little volleyball.

Was definitely at a loss for what to do with his pose for awhile. I wanted to tap into his "scared energy" he has in the Luigi's Mansion games, but didn't wanna go too far in that direction. Two other scraped poses I had for him were him running from the ball, and getting bopped in the head. I do like him readying to pass the ball though, still has the look of shock and horror on his face but still putting his all into it. I think I did his facial expression very well too. Had to try a few times to get it right.

Luigi's outfit is the same as Mario's, only green, which I think fits him just fine. Although you may notice that instead of fire, he has lightning all over his clothes! Luigi uses thunder attacks in Superstar Saga so I thought it would be good differentiation between the two. Granted I do think the actual lightning looks a LITTLE tacky, lol. If I could go back in time and redo it I would.

Speaking of M&L. The socks. Gotta have the fricking socks. It's a tiny detail that's barely noticeable unless you look for it. But he has the socks. I had to give him the socks. It is my obligation.

A moment of silence for Luigi's socks. Nintendo may be trying to censor you, but your voice will never go unheard.

As for attacks, they're definitely more direct references than most of the other characters. The vacuum is super important to Luigi's character so I feel like I had to include it, even if an electricity-based move would probably make more sense with my whole explanation for why I put that on his outfit. And as for his Super Spike... Negative Zone in Brawl is so, so weird. The Trophy description hints at it being tied to Luigi's insecurity due to always being in Mario's shadow, which I think is pretty cool. All that pent-up jealousy gets brought up to the forefront in an incredibly weird, stat-altering blast. And that weirdness is kinda adapted as a spiking move, which makes the ball move in very awkward directions. Think Waluigi's star swing in Super Sluggers.

And I think that about covers it. Overall I'm pretty happy with how Weeg turned out, I remember him being more challenging to get just right than Mario was.

[spicedraws]

Any other pikmin ships ya like? (asides from Loualph lol)

Oh God… You're asking a complete weirdo that- 😭

I don't know if I can talk about ships much without feeling like I'm gonna be burned over a fire for my sins- Hhh but if I'm ever gonna get over my crippling social anxiety I guess it's best to embarrass myself!

I'm sorry don't read this unless you're prepared for the unhinged ramblings of someone who pretends they aren't ship obsessed…

Loualph is the only thing I actually fully ship, I just feel like they complete each other really well. It's a chef's kiss, 💋 though that doesn't mean I don't enjoy seeing others and haven't thought about them.

I think Charlie x any of the other Kopaits can be cute (Charlie with D especially. I love seeing people's different interpretations of that scraped character.)

…But If I'm being honest with y'all there is a reason I haven't been able to ship Charlie. So- if Olimar wasn't already happily married I'd ship him with Charlie LOL. I just feel like it could be a very quality couple. Look, If they became close they could share each other's passion and become unstoppable! They will be rival bff lovers… One of my fav kinds of ships. They would constantly be building each other up whether if its intentionally with comforting each other or unintentionally from having their silly who is the better captain bickering.

I can imagine Charlie trying to be all brave and cool until Olimar gives him a smooch and he just MeLts-

Also since Olimar is apparently terrified of rubber duckies. I could imagine them having some deeply overly dramatic and emotional moment where Charlie is getting him to hold his rubber duckie for the first time. Meanwhile you just see Louie in the background questioning both of their sanity. (Chaotic gay ships just bring me so much joy I'm sorry my tastes are complete shit *sobs*…)

basically what I'm gathering from this is that I wanna ship Charlie with Olimar… but Olimar is a married man with a family so I don't- why am I like this frick. I love Olimar so much I just wish his wife actually had a personality and name, also had her own design not just Olimar's clone with makeup. Even more than his wife though I really wanna see more of his kids c'mon Pikmin!

Also I think it'd be funny and cute to find Shacho someone (I know he's married too but off of what I've seen the "happily" part is missing)

WAIT I ACTUALLY DO SHIP SOMETHING ELSE I FORGOT

I ship the Hocotate ship with the SS Drake because I just think it'd be a really fucking funny and unhinged ship.

Also Brittany... I just wanted to bring up her existence cause she's epic lol.

… whelp *crawls back into the shadows*

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Happy Saturday Alyssa!

How are doing?? I hope you're having a good weekend and getting to enjoy some nice weather!

For your word game: latch and spark!

P.S. I've been wearing your bat earrings all month and they get tons of compliments 🦇🎃

Alex!!! I'm sorry this got stuck in my drafts!!!! It is now fricking Monday night and you sent this two days ago and I am sorry!!

The weather has actually been pretty enjoyable, and the trees around here are RIGHT in the middle of their peak color change so its very pretty. Fall is my favorite <3 I hope its not too chilly yet where you are and that you're enjoying spooky season! And! It makes me smile to hear that about the earrings! I wore my bats today, too!! :)

Thank you for sending these!!

latch : from an untitled kinktober prompt

You cried out as you felt his lips and then teeth latch on to the swell of your chest, tongue sweeping over your soft skin to dampen it. His beard tickled as he tilted his head to change his angle, and you hummed through a love drunk grin.  I… that feels - Without warning, he sucked, biting down a little harder. Oh, fuck, he…  Your grip in his curls tightened and you felt him groan in response, the sound sending a low rumble through your body. But it was his next move that made you see stars behind your clamped eyelids. Slowly, mouth still lavishing your left breast with attention, he twisted his right wrist just enough so that he could add his thumb to what he was doing, moving it in slow, tantalizing circles.  “Ezra… I-”

spark : from an untitled kinktober prompt

“You look incredible tonight.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, and before you could respond, he lightly squeezed your leg, fingers tightening just above your knee before spreading out over the thin barrier between his flesh and yours. “These things are drivin’ me crazy, though.” You looked over at him then, and when your eyes met his, their depths darkened by his words, he continued. “Can’t wait to get them off you.” 

The room around you broke out in good-natured laughter at something that Missy said in her toast, but you had no idea what it was because at that exact moment, Frankie’s hand slid higher up your leg - high enough for him to realize that it wasn’t a pair of tights that you were wearing. They were a pair of thigh high stockings. And that means… “You can take them off, Frankie.” You sucked in a breath as his thumbnail lightly scraped over the lacy top and onto your skin before sliding beneath the elastic, your heart hammering. “But you don’t have to.” 

The spark that lit his eyes then was pure desire, and even though you were having a great time celebrating the new Mr. and Mrs. Miller, you couldn’t wait to get back to your hotel room so you could let that spark consume you.