#and please send your thoughts because youre a genius. this idea is a+++++++++++

[erwinsvow]

Ehehehehe okey sooooo

Alpha pope, who was unknowingly on supresents, curtesy of granny smurf, for years and years. During prison time, he was also on them, state mandatory. So when he gets out, he is getting half insane when all the hormones and all the instincts are coming back all at once. It hits him like a tsunami-quiet literally and leaves nothing but destruction behind. So when he sees the girl next door or the cute neighbor or whoever, he just... sacks them. Opens the trunk, put a frightened omega in, close the trunk. Done. He won't fuck you against your will, but even he, unexperienced as he is, knows that he just has to bite his time. In the meantime, he gets all sorts of fluffy blankets, pillows etc etc so you can build a nest when it's time. He gives you shirts and boxers of his to wear, all smelling like him to acclimate you to his sense. So after days of him rampaging but never close to you so you don't know, you bering afraid and alone, you ask him if you can curl up to him. So the next night he is awake almost the entiere night, stiff like a board, with you half on top of him, his arm curled against your waist to hold you close.

Just a very hormonal nearing the rut(possible the first after his presentation, again, thanks smurf) and poor reader, who he picked up and who is doomed (destined) to bare the brunt of it.

girl you need to write this.... because i am so invested.... frothing at the mouth. you hit EVERYTHING i was thinking when you sent that original message. suppressant pope and then so many hormones and then finds our wide eyed stuttering reader who can't keep a sentence in check around him and just. yeah you're coming home with me. the. trunk. YIPPEEEE!!!!! the kidnapping fantasy of pope inside me just started doing cartwheels!!! i love the idea of him putting you in the trunk but eventually he knows you are so meek you're not going to fight him (out of fear and... something else. maybe you know him or have heard of him at least. you should be more scared but you're not. maybe because you know he's not gonna hurt you like you think someone else would.) and eventually you end up in the passenger seat next to him or asleep in the back. takes you somewhere quiet and makes sure no one has his location or followed him and just. GAH. i truly don't know much about this. so i'm assuming he would do the things he thinks he needs to but forget some of the vital stuff. like gives you the stuff for the nest and gets you wearing his clothes (which you seem....maybe a little to eager to get. but his scent is comforting when he leaves during the day, like a reminder he'll come home to you that night. that's odd. shouldn't you want your kidnapper to stay away rather than come back home?) but forgets to acclimate himself to you and spend time with you rather than just near you. doesn't understand why you jump up out of your little nest situation and pad up to him when he comes home... expecting something. he doesn't know what to do with that. and then like you said you have to build up the courage to ask to cuddle or sleep next to him and it kind of hits him. like oh his plan worked. you must be his mate because you're not afraid and he's at ease with you around and clearly you're fine if you want to cuddle with him and then. mmmm. sleeping next to you in the little nest, he overheats since youre not in anything but his shirt and some socks and everytime he glances over at your sleeping figure he's getting harder and harder and less and less levelheaded, doesn't move an inch from the stiff position on his back, even when you move around in your sleep and end up with a leg and an arm across him, face buried in his neck, hands on his chest. but he does fall asleep that night. a whole four hours with you. when he wakes up you're like making him coffee and breakfast. and then maybe a little bit later after settling into this routine (a lot of silence but its not... uncomfortable. it's soothing. peaceful.) then he's aboutta, as they say, rut. phew. i can imagine him at first trying to protect you from it. momentarily forgets he kidnapped you and thinks he needs to make sure you don't see him like this so you don't get scared, like he didn't pick you up in that little dress for this very moment. doesn't know how to handle it. or what it'll be like maybe?? and you want him to feel better so of course you're offering yourself up on a silver platter telling him he needs to feel better and that he'll be okay. you touch his sweaty face and he kind of snarls at you but you're still not afraid. well anways you end up over his shoulder, takes you to this lil nest you've built, fucks your brains out (and yes he says the whole thing about giving you pups. it's me. of course he's talking about giving you pups) and the knot (i know little about this. but what i do know is you are 10000% getting that knot. you're getting the fuck out of that knot) and the bite!!!! my personal favorite. bonded forever as they say. <3 hehe

[yanderedrabbles]

Cheat on me please

How to safely rid yourself of a yandere

There's no easy way to get rid of him. He's too obsessive. Too controlling. Too bloody single minded.

You tried talking through it and he just scoffed and said you were being silly. That you were just too hormonal and would calm down in a few days.

You tried going no contact and he showed up at your door. Hammered at it until the neighbours called the cops and they dragged him away.

You tried being nice about it and all he did was grab your wrist so hard it bruised. His eyes like chips of stone when he said he didn't want to hear it.

You weren't breaking up with him. You had no reason to.

And the worst part? He was right. You don't have a reason.

On paper, he's the perfect man. Attentive. Generous. Handsome. He buys you gifts, he lavishes you with attention, he's funny and charming around your friends.

And he scares you.

Not because of anything he's done. (Perfect guy, remember?) But some instinct deep inside you tells you to be careful around him.

This one's a predator, he's got claws and fangs, he'll fill you with venom and never let go, some ancient part of you insists.

But try explaining that to him. He's so mindlessly logical. He's not going to leave you because of a silly gut feeling. Come on baby, what sort of shitty boyfriend would do that?

And that's why you're down to half thought out, borderline silly plans to get rid of him. Get your hot friend to sleep with him. Catch them in the act. Throw a tantrum and finally get to break up with him.

You can't try and excuse cheating. It's abhorrent. And his logical side will surely see that, right?

One little hitch though. He's actually loyal to a fault.

Part of you finds it hard to believe. Is he really turning down your absolute bombshell of a friend? The girl all your exes were just a bit in love with?

Maybe he's just being cautious. Maybe he isn't lonely and needy enough to risk it.

So you up the stakes. Decide to avoid fucking him as much as possible. And oh boy, does it drive him crazy. He gets irritable and needy and somehow even more horny the longer your dry spell lasts.

And you know that you almost have him. He's just a man, no matter how logical he pretends to be.

You pick a fight over nothing. Blow it all out of proportion and storm out to stay with your parents for a while.

Piss him off just enough that a revenge fuck seems like a great idea.

He ends up drinking at a shitty dive bar and oh what a coincidence, your gorgeous seductress friend just happens to turn up. The last text she sends you makes it seem like she's finally hooked him and you hurry over to her apartment, feeling just a little giddy. Your plan actually worked! You feel like a goddamn genius.

And sure enough, his car is parked at her front door.

For a second, you feel a little hurt. Yes, this is the outcome you wanted. Yes, you deliberately manipulated him to get to this point. But it still feels like betrayal.

When you make it to her door, it's oddly silent for a supposed drunken hookup. But you're too geared up to notice it.

She left her door unlocked like you agreed and you tiptoe inside, your heart going a mile a minute. Her bedroom door is cracked just a little and a shaft of light cuts through the dark of the hallway.

You swing the door open with a crash, getting to ready to cuss him out.

And you freeze.

There's no guilty couple leaping away from each other, no smell of sweat and cum, no illicit rendezvous.

Instead your friend is tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut with silvery duct tape and her mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks. Her eyes lock onto yours and she tries to scream something through the tape.

The door clicks shut behind you.

You turn slowly. Like putting it off will make the situation less horrible, less like a dissociative dream.

Your boyfriend looks ragged. His eyes are blood shot and his hair is an unruly mess.

But the worst part is the way he smiles at you. Paternal, almost. Like he's caught you doing something naughty but he's willing to overlook it.

"Come on baby, you didn't think I'd actually cheat on you, did ya?"

His voice is condescending, but under the surface you can hear a cold, terrifying anger.

You swallow. Those same instincts that warned you about him are screaming now.

"What the hell is going on?" You demand, trying to sound angry instead of just afraid.

He steps toward you and it takes everything in you to not step away. He picks up a piece of your hair and rubs it between his fingers. Proprietary, possessive.

"What's going on? You should know babe. You're the one who tried to set me up... As though that skank over there ever stood a chance."

He tsks. "I knew something was wrong the second you stopped sleeping with me."

He leans forward and whispers in your ear, his breath ghosting across your neck.

"I fuck you too good for you to give it up so easy."

You jerk away from him, your eyes burning like you're about to cry. How did this go so wrong?

"Are you insane? Untie her right now! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

He backhands you right across the face.

He's never hit you before and the shock is almost worse than the pain. You stumble, clutching your cheek. Your face feels numb at first and then a sharp, fiery pain blooms across your cheek.

He grabs your collar and shoves you toward the bed.

"Oh baby, you're lucky I love you." His bared teeth catch the light and he looks more wolf than man.

The edge of the mattress digs into your thighs and you fall backward. You're still reeling and he has you pinned under him before you can find the strength to scramble away.

"Thought about killing her, y'know. What kind of whore goes after her best friend's man? You deserve better than that."

His grip is unyielding. A part of you always knew he was strong, but until now you didn't realise how big the gap between you actually was. His knee is between your legs and he brings it up to press against your crotch.

"But then a light bulb must have went off. And I decided to see how things played out."

He laughs and there's nothing warm or welcoming in it at all.

"All I had to do was squeeze her throat a little and..." He grabs your throat and thightens his grip until you see stars. "And she was just fallin' all over herself to tell me about your little plan."

He let's go and pats your cheek with rough little smacks. "It was cute, baby. Really was. But fucking stupid."

He leans down and kisses you. His lips are rough and he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang of it makes you gag.

Your instincts were right. He's dangerous and you never should have tempted this monstrous part of him.

He tastes like cheap whiskey and you struggle to pull away. Your chest heaves and no matter how you buck and twist under him, he still keeps you pinned.

When he pulls away, something in your expression must please him because he hums and tilts your chin up. "But it's okay baby. We'll work through this."

He reaches down and tugs at your belt. "And I know exactly where to start."

[linoxpudding]

Spaces Between Us - Yang Jeongin

summary: a year later, after the breakup- you run into your ex again, and old feelings start to resurface

pairing: yang jeongin x reader (exes)

genre: angst, fluff, drama

fic type: written + text

P.S this is PART 3 of "prioritizing his girl bsf" au, so please read jeongin's portion in-

PART 1 and PART 2 for context!

a/n: so innie's storyline felt a bit incomplete, but @mrsminseochoi planted such a brilliant idea in my mind that gave it the closure it needed, as soon I read her comment, I just had to write it! @mrsminseochoi you're a genius! ♡

Masterlist

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A few months after the breakup, you get an unexpected message request. It’s from Gina.

For a moment, you just stare at your screen, debating whether to open it. Your heart pounds in your chest—what could she possibly have to say now?

Curiosity wins. With a deep breath, you tap the notification.

Your grip on your phone tightens. Your stomach twists. You knew Jeongin didn’t mean to hurt you, but reading Gina’s confession makes your chest ache all over again.

You imagine Jeongin, the man who once held your heart so gently, now crumbling behind closed doors. The thought alone sends a sharp pang through you.

But it doesn’t fix what happened. It doesn’t erase the heartbreak. But it does give you some sense of closure. You were right all along.

You don’t reply and just block Gina. There’s nothing left to say.

A year later....

Life moves on. You moved on. You focused on yourself, your career, your happiness. You keep telling yourself you're over Jeongin. That you've healed.

But fate has other plans.

It happened on a rainy evening. You enter a quiet café, shaking the cold off your coat as you wait for your drink. And then—

"Y/N?"

The voice freezes you in place. It’s soft, disbelieving, and achingly familiar.

You turn, and your eyes land on him.

Jeongin stands a few feet away, his dark eyes wide with something you can’t quite name. He looks different—his hair is slightly longer, his face sharper, but his expression… it’s the same.

It’s the way he used to look at you. Like you were his entire world.

"I… I didn’t think I’d ever see you again," he softly says approaching you.

"Yeah… It’s been a while," you reply nervously.

He steps closer, hesitant. "Can we talk?"

You don't know why you nod. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s something deeper. But soon, you’re sitting across from each other, the air between you both thick with unspoken words.

"You look good. I mean… you always did. But you look happier. Are you?" He asks with a hint of curiosity.

You pause. You like to think you're happy. But seeing him again, the memories flooding back, makes you realize you never fully stopped missing him.

"I am. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard," you said.

Jeongin’s face twists in pain. "I know. And I hate myself for what I put you through. You were right about Gina."

Your breath catches. "She reached out to me."

His eyes widen. "She did?"

You nod. "Told me how she planned it all. How she wanted me out of the picture. That you never meant to hurt me."

Jeongin exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N… I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried, I couldn’t. I lost you because I was stupid, and it’s the worst mistake I’ll ever make."

Tears prick your eyes. You want to be angry. You were angry for so long. But looking at him now, hearing the raw emotion in his voice, something in your heart shifts.

"You really hurt me, Jeongin."

Jeongin sighed, "I know. And if I could take it all back, I would."

Silence lingers between you both, filled with the sound of rain tapping against the windows.

Jeongin hesitates for a moment before asking, voice barely above a whisper, "are you...are you seeing someone else?"

You blink at the unexpected question. His fingers clench slightly against the table, his knuckles turning white. He looks like he’s bracing himself for an answer he doesn’t want to hear.

You exhale, playing with the rim of your coffee cup before replying, "Just a few dates here and there. Nothing serious."

Jeongin visibly stiffens. His jaw tightens, and he looks away for a second, exhaling through his nose, "Oh."

A small, bitter smile plays on your lips. "Jeongin, you don’t have the right to be jealous."

"I know," he sighs, rubbing his face. "I just hate the thought of someone else making you smile the way I used to."

You swallow hard. Every logical part of you tells you to walk away, to protect your heart. But your heart has never listened to logic when it comes to Jeongin.

Slowly, you reach across the table, your fingers brushing his. His breath stutters.

"I don’t know if we can ever be what we were," you confess.

"Then let’s be something new. Something better," he replies quickly, his hands tightening around you.

He looks at you like he’s afraid to move, like he’s afraid to hope.

As you’re sitting across from him, the space between you suddenly feels too large. Every part of you aches to close that gap, to feel his presence closer. Without thinking, you stand up, your movements almost trembling with anticipation. He watches, frozen, as you slide into the seat next to him. The air between you shifts, the tension thickening, and without a word, you lean in, unable to hold back any longer.

Jeongin’s eyes flutter shut as your lips meet, the kiss slow and deep, filled with everything you two never got to say. Regret, longing, love—it’s all there, crashing over you both like a wave.

When you pull away, Jeongin rests his forehead against yours, breathing shakily.

"I love you. I never stopped loving you," he says, his voice cracked slightly.

Your lips curve into a small, bittersweet smile.

"Then let’s see where this takes us," you reply.

Maybe love deserves a second chance.

[shenachigans]

step…step mommy cassandra…why hasn’t this been thought of before

STEPMOTHER | Cassandra Kiramman

cw: stepcest

StepMom!Cassandra can’t believe she’s attracted to her husband’s daughter. She shouldn’t be; it was unethical and unlike her… Let’s say she usually didn’t lust for her stepchildren from previous marriages and that your type didn’t typically warm her bed. Cassandra enjoys secretive, sophisticated lovers, not reckless, bratty ones like yourself. Still, she couldn’t get a hold of herself.

When you first met, she found you… difficult to say the least. Despite that, you were a young, beautiful thing. It’s quite clear you disliked her, maybe even hated her, because how dare she replace your mother? That isn’t what she was trying to do, however, especially not when she has no romantic interest in your father — Heavens, no. Obviously, this marriage was a farce with all the younger women he saw behind the public eye, but she knew you were all up in your pretty head to comprehend that. Nevertheless, Cassandra should be peeved — feel disrespected and unwelcomed — by your behavior as you were a grown woman who acted like a petulant child, but she felt none of that.

The older woman grew too fond of you and wanted you all for herself, but of course you were an entitled brat, refusing to hear her out when she tried to get you out of your bad habits. She wanted to believe her motherly instinct caused her attachment, but she knew in the back of her mind that it wasn’t that simple. She found thrill in fantasizing about putting you in your place, and fucking obedience into you no matter how wrong it was… But Cassandra would be happy to do so, after all, she was your stepmother, and it was her duty to take care of you… in more ways than one. 

A/N: (STEP)MOMMY CASS!! thank you for the genius idea anon <3 she exudes composure but shes anything but inside... this isnt smut (I hope that's okay anon) but maybeee if yall can picture a scenario specific to this AU that would help a lot bc brain isn't braining anymore T-T all I write is so repetitive merhuerug please read the rules if you are going to send something in my inbox. That would be greatly appreciated!! (reader is in her 20s when they met btw)

© shenachigans — do not plagiarise, translate, repost, or copy.

[kaiser1ns]

BOY IN LUV ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ITOSHI SAE X FEM!READER .ᐟ you make me so angry and mad for no reason. i'm serious, but you make me into a loser who picks fights with you. why do i care so much about you? you're making a big boy act like a little kid but I'm going to flip the situation, from friends to lovers.

GO TO THE EVENT MASTERLIST

Your profile picture is the same, but why does Itoshi Sae keep checking it? He sees you every day, why is it so different now? Even if he ignores you or acts cold, he can’t push you out of his mind. Five minutes until the clock strikes midnight, and for some reason, he's confused but also angry. So many questions as to why, how, and what but never a clear answer. He is getting nervous, but don’t misunderstand, he is not an easy guy. Pathetic. Who are you? Are you that great? 

yn: are you free tomorrow?

He saw your text message, but he isn’t pressing send. He suddenly froze and blinked as the phone screen went off, just like his mind, because for someone called a genius, he can’t make sense of this and the way you are shaking up his heart.

yn: sae, i know you are free~ so let’s go somewhere tomorrow night, my treat okay?

Why do you keep teasing him? Playing mind games? Two-timing? He is serious, but you make him into a loser who picks fights with you. Why does he care so much about you? You're making a big boy act like a little kid.

Sae is used to controlling things exactly as he plans. But now, he is standing in front of your door, a bunch of expensive chocolate bars in his hand, and he doesn’t even know why. Midnight has come and gone, and instead of ignoring your texts like he intended, he’s here.

Leaving you on read, hoping the silence would speak for itself. But it made it more confusing for him. The midfielder saw the way you’d tease him with emojis and little jokes, you'd nudge him to join you somewhere or try a new spot in the city. Usually, he'd find a way to brush it off, his replies short and dry, or nonexistent. But tonight? Tonight, his feet took him down familiar streets, past the corner store, until he was at the counter, holding a bar of chocolate he knew you'd like. 

He notices things about you he’d never let himself notice before—your expression, the flirting in your messages, the way you manage to be less annoying than anyone else who decides to talk to him. Say and do whatever you want, he ... he never had a problem with you. Always near him, even if he didn't want you to be.

The moment you open the door, eyes widening in surprise, he feels… something. Maybe it’s the way you look at him, surprised but pleased, or the way the midnight air feels charged between you. You glance down at the chocolate bar, one eyebrow raised, silently questioning him.

“Sae…?”

He almost rolls his eyes, but his hand extends forward. “Happy birthday,” he mumbles, almost cold. He doesn’t even know if that’s what he’s supposed to say, and what did he actually have to tell you? I don't know why you make me feel this way and do such ridiculous things, but here's the chocolate, and now please leave me alone because I don't know what to think when I'm next to you. His heart is racing, and he has no idea why he suddenly thought this was a good idea.  

Your smile makes something bubble inside him, something hot melting his icy shield. You step aside, letting him in, and as the door clicks shut behind him, he follows you into your living room. It’s decorated a little bit, but nothing fancy. A happy birthday sign, candy, and a picture of the two of you as kids that sat on the cabinet above the TV. He raised an eyebrow at the picture, it was from your birthday again, but as kids. He's got cake cream all over his nose and cheeks while the cream is on your fingers and you're giving the peace sign and smiling and he's still grumpy. Sae remembers how you kissed his cheek afterward, and it felt disgustingly nice.

“So to what can I owe your surprising visit, Mr. Prodigy?”

He’s silent and tense, but his heart races as you settle next to him on the couch, close enough that you lean your head on his shoulder as his hand drifts to rest on yours, fingers barely brushing yours, but it’s enough. He pretends not to notice how his hand starts to drift closer, how the warmth from your skin seeps into his.

"I didn’t feel like waiting till tonight," he murmurs, voice softer than usual, though his usual coldness is still held in his gaze. But his hand is another story—it’s more insistent, slowly interlacing his fingers with yours as though he’s grounding himself. "Don’t make me say it," he grumbles, eyes fixed ahead, but his thumb brushes over your knuckles in soft, deliberate circles. He pretends not to notice, but it’s clear—you got this man being impatient like a little kid. You’re both completely whipped for each other, so how about flipping the situation, from friends to lovers?

©2024 kaiser1ns nineteenth birthday party.

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

HI, CAN I TELL YOU ABOUT THE AKKALA CITADEL?????

Yes? Wonderful. Come, friend, have a seat. I have...a lot to say lol

Eight years later and I am STILL not over how absolutely genius this fortress is, like are you kidding me????? Everything from location to design to its inside defenses is just *chef's kiss* PHENOMINAL, and so because I have no filter, I am going to barf all my thoughts I've had on it in the past many many years.

Before we begin, shoutout to the WONDERFUL video by Zeltik that touches on this a bit and gave me a wonderful basis for my brainrot in the first place. Definitely go and watch it it's fabulous NOW! Let's get into the madness shall we? First let's talk about the location cos OHHHH MY GOSH. This was, hands down, THE best place they could have possibly put a fortress of this magnitude in Hyrule and I am going to tell you why. First of all, allllllll along the northern and northwestern border of Hyrule, there's those massive canyons

Passing over that in a way that would be effective military-wise is kind of impossible, so it provides a natural defense from invaders from those directions.

If you were to come from the South, you would hit the Gerudo desert and not only have to face the might of the Gerudo military, but also cross this EXPANSIVE, scorching desert before you can even make it to Hyrule field, and by that time, the royal leader could have very easily sent an army to intercept anyone trying to attack, so that's right out.

Which leaves coming from the Faron region next which is okay??? I guess??? but that's a LOT of swamp and forest you have to cross through, AND you go right past the Great Plateau where any army would have been seen and intercepted eventually. This takes us closer to the eastern coast of Hyrule, and you would be hard pressed to try and travel through Necluda, cos just l o o k at all these mountains you'd have to cross:

Horrible. And you probably don't want to go through Zora's Domain cos that's yet another heavily fortified and well prepared city in and of itself (please ask me about this one too I beg of you I love talking about Zora's Domain)

Any military leader with a brain isn't going to go through Death Mountain for obvious reasons, so really, all that leaves is this tiiiiiinnnyyy vulnerable spot in Akkala

And where did they put the citadel??? Right at the heart of that vulnerable spot >:D Like a boss.

AND SO! if invaders came in from that coastline, they have three options: They can take the path through the Akkala Highlands, they can go through the Torin Wetlands and up to the pass it connects to, or they can take the trail up to the Sokkala Bridges. All of these are TERRIBLE OPTIONS Akkala Highlands path: If they come up this way at the start

this will work allll the way until they get about here:

once they get here though, you are now not only bottlenecking an entire army meant to invade a kingdom (so probably roughly 1,000-1,300 people), but you're also directly under the shadow of the Akkala Citadel. There are archers there to fire on you, and they had a canon post on that side to potentially fire either at the incoming soldiers or fire at the opposite canyon wall to rain debris and rocks on them.

TERRIBLE for the other army.

And even if some did manage to survive, it would be painfully easy for the infantry at Akkala Citadel to send foot soldiers down below to cut them off.

SO THERE GOES THAT OPTION (and admittedly, I think it's probably the worst of the three)

Next option is to go through the Torin Wetlands and up into that same pass by the Citadel

this is ALSO a bad idea because the Torin Wetlands are a DELIGHTFUL tactical advantage for Hyrule. Once you get to that pass, you have the same problems as option one, but now you first have to pass through this wide marshland to get there. This will immediately slow down your army, and if that wasn't bad enough it's also in clear freakin view of the citadel and so they would be able to send their entire militia of archers and potentially even cannoneers to fire on the advancing army and take a bunch of them out before they could even make it to that pass.

So a smart general may say the best option is to go around the long way.

now this eliminates the pass and also slowing down at the marsh, and you could even make it almost all the way to the citadel without hardly any losses probably BUT! The first hurdle is those bridges. Wonderful for Hyrule, terrible for the opposing army. The three Sokkala bridges are SMALL, even smaller than the pass an army would have to go through with the other two options. This military leader would basically have to send their soldiers single file unless they have a way to expand the bridges to make them wider (which, admittedly, could be possible with a bit of foresight, but for now for simplicity's sake let's just assume they didn't think that far ahead).

This brings in an EXTREMELY slowly advancing army right to the heart of the Akkala Citadel's battery.

There are three locations with canons we see in BOTW that cover pretty much the entire open area the opposing army would come in on. And when you look at the amount of space each post covered

There is not a SINGLE spot in that valley a cannoneer couldn't easily reach. And, of course they would continue to have archers to pick off individual soldiers as well.

And if SOMEHOW

BY SOME MIRACLE

enough soldiers make it through that hell to be enough of a problem, there are plenty more soldiers in the citadel to cut them off as they come up the hill AND IF THAT'S NOT ENOUGH! there was this:

by the time we get to botw, it has been destroyed, but that is ANOTHER smaller stronghold that was probably pretty well manned in and of itself.

AND WHAT'S MORE

There's even this long cliff road with very little room to operate, so it would be extremely easy for the citadel to send over some soldiers to post up there and cut off anyone who tried to make it past. And with so little room to operate, it would not go well.

Ain't NOTHING getting past the Akkala Citadel, guys.

And that isn't even touching on the fact that the whole thing is build of solid stone??? And carved into a mountain??? The entire reason it fell in the first place was because the Guardians had enough of fire power to destroy the citadel that they had never seen before (also they could climb walls but that's a side note). This implies that no one in Hyrule or the neighbouring kingdoms had even CLOSE to that level of destructive power, so to try and raze it to the ground would have been impossible.

AND!! it was the most heavily fortified fortress in Hyrule second to the castle itself, and to most likely their military personnel would have been equal too, if not slightly more than even Hyrule Castle. That's A LOT of people!! With most likely endless support and resources from the castle and villages nearby as well.

It was placed geniously, it had impenetrable defense, it had a potentially endless supply of resources and people to use said resources, it was just

argjfbdkjgbks You guys don't understand how much I THINK about this place aghhhhhhhhhh

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hey!! I absolutely love your character analysis, especially on the golden trio.

I know this ask is rather well.. unusual cuz I don't think people normally send you full scenes to analyse. But I felt this one kinda reveals something about the trio as characters and I couldn't quite figure out what, so I wanted your opinion.

"He can have it,” Harry went on, “after we’ve used it on all of the Horcruxes. I’ll make sure he gets it then. I’ll keep my word.”

“But that could be years!” said Hermione.

“I know that, but he needn’t. I won’t be lying . . .really.”

Harry met her eyes with a mixture of defiance and shame. He remembered the words that had been engraved over the gateway to Nurmengard: For the Greater Good. He pushed the idea away. What choice did they have?

“I don’t like it,” said Hermione.

“Nor do I, much,” Harry admitted.

“Well, I think it’s genius,” said Ron, standing up again. “Let’s go and tell him.”

DH, Chapter 25

My best guess is that this shows to what extent the characters are comfortable with deception. But it doesn't quite add up because Harry is known to lie and manipulate without hesitation several times. Yet here, he is willing to do it because that's what the situation requires but he doesn't seem to like it one bit. What do you think this scene reveals about the three of them? I totally understand if you find this ask strange and I know you get a lot of asks, so please don't feel pressured to answer, feel free to skip this one if it's not to your liking. But if you could provide even a penny for your thoughts, I'd be glad to hear it. (or just let me know if I'm looking too deep into it cuz I tend to do that!)

I think you did a pretty good job of analyzing the scene yourself. The scene definitely showcases Ron and Hermiones' opinions about deciding a goblin who is an innocent. (Hermione is willing to lie and decive plenty, she's just a bit of a hypocrite).

What I would say about Harry is that what makes Harry uncomfortable isn't the deception itself, but what it says about him that he's willing to do it. This is after he learned about Dumbledore, when he's already in a crisis about the path he is one. Thinking he is doing moral questionable things (as Hermione brings up) for his goal is too similar to Dumbledore for him at that moment. That's why he brings up "for the greater good". The shame is for the association with Dumbledore's secrets, lies, and past with Grindelwald, not inherently for the deception. At least, that's my take on it.

(Also, Harry in DH is the least ruthless Harry in the series in some ways, which is weird since you would've thought it'll be the opposite. But this is a Doyolist qualm)

[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

line from this prompt list

warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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[razertail18]

Miguel O'hara and daughter! Reader

I dunno why, but I'm an absolute sucker for Miguel O'hara and daughter!reader(its platonic, I can't stand incest)

My head just thinks of all the possible angst it has. One of these days, I'll finally be able to find the time to write other fics and this one in a proper way and just a rough idea!

~~✨💗🎀💗✨~~

You always love your papa, Miguel O'hara, but it's painfully obvious how he has been lacking recently. Well... As recently as the past few years.

Ever since the start of high school, Miguel has been absent in some events of your life.

It started when he would be late from picking you up from school, you would stay up late just to wait for him to come home, forgetting your traditional daddy-daughter sunday bonding time.

You didn't mind it at first until he stopped taking you out to celebrate your achievements, more specifically, every time you won a medal or got first place into any academic competition(specifically math and science).

Yup... You were a genius like your papa but he didn't send you to any gifted schools. He thought you deserved a normal childhood.

It was back in grade 9 where you won in an international math competition and won a gold medal... Like... Shock! Biggest achievement yet.

You already called Miguel about it and you just straight lied to him that all you got was a participation award. You were planning on surprising him, you take pride in the fact that you are just like your papa.

You went home with a medal in your hand and a bunch of empanadas on your other.

You wait.

And wait..

Oh, look at that it's 12:00 am. You could always skip school the next day...or technically today.

4 am and no calls... Is he... Okay?

And then Lyla pops up

"Oh, Lyla? Did papa have another all nighter at Alchemax?"

"Look, kid... I'll be honest with you... Miguel... He won't come back for a while."

"What?! Why? But... He said that he'll be here, besides, we always celebrate after I-"

"Y/N. I'm sorry, really, I am. And I'm sure your father does too."

You don't know why but you swore the way she gritted her teeth. Is that possible for holographic AI?

"Anyway, congrats, kid. I know it's just a participation award but, heck, you were against international kids. The best of the best. I mean, competing against hundreds of students in more than 20 countries. That's wild-"

"It's actually gold.

"What?"

"Won first place... I... I just wanna surprise, papa... But, um, thanks anyway..."

After that, it just got worse month after month, year after year. You are used to being alone now. Sometimes Tio Gabriel is there to take care of you. Lyla helps you to keep yourself sane.

While Miguel might still live at your house, it doesn't feel like it.

"I'm busy right now, hija."

"I'm sorry, biscotcho... Maybe some other time."

"Y/N, please! I am tired, I just need some peace at the moment."

Excuse after excuse. That's all you get.

There are the occasional times he did spend time with you that you both enjoy

But it got butchered when you were 15.

He was just gone. For months.

Tio Gabriel had to move in with you.

"Mig- Your papa is just busy. He's, um-"

"I get it... He's busy. What's new?"

Gabriel could see just how you were struggling to keep it together. He knows how close you and Miguel used to be.

Gabriel was debating on whether he should tell you that it was because Miguel had an accident that made him half-spider, half-human.

That Miguel became Spider-Man, a figure you slowly idolized and internally wished he'd be your father instead(Ironic, I know), that's why he's late.

That Miguel is out there saving the multi verse.

That Miguel does love you.

Granted, Gabriel didn't know that Miguel ditched you and him to live happily in another universe where he doesn't bear the burden of being Spider-Man.

After months, Miguel came back. You didn't recognize him at first.

His hair is unkept, dark circles under his eyes, more agitated, he's depressed. It's Miguel alright but a shell of your father.

It was one night where you found out the truth when a strange portal appeared and a few...Spider-Man or Spider-Men? Women? Cat? Spider-People.

Along with them is the Spider-Man you were familiar with. There's that skull shaped spider in his costume.

You were trying to get a closer look and caught them on camera. You didn't expect them that your Spider-Man would reveal his face

"P-Papa?"

After that you started digging deeper, snooping around Miguel's things and researching about Spider-Man in general.

You were fangirling at first until you realize that's the whole reason why he had always been so absent

You were furious. You don't know whether to shout, cry, punch, wail, or anything to let your bottled up emotions out

You hated him.

He left you to save other people. He abandoned you to be a superhero. And he didn't tell you! He lied to you.

Did Lyla knew? Of course she does. And tio Gabriel, he might as well have.

Would he really abandon his child to just play the hero...

You wanna tell him.

You were already walking down Miguel's office until you heard him talk about some anomalies and how these villains keep taking up his time.

"I shocking swear, Miguel, you get to see these villains more than you get to see your own daughter!"

"Several universes depends on it! You think I have enjoyed doing this for the past several years, Gab?!"

So the villains get more attention than you, huh?

Maybe it's time to have that so-called 'Bad girl era' that almost every teen goes through. But how...

You huffed as you landed on your bed filled with Spider-Man comics from the Golden Hero era as part of your research. And then you saw a particular villain in one of the pages.

"I'm a genius, right?... How hard could it be to pull off Doc Oct's metal arms... Besides... Nueva York still hasn't had a version of him. It's about time for one."

You immediately got to work. You had experience when it comes to robotics and tech, thanks to Miguel since he introduced you to it.

Miguel and Gabriel thought of nothing about it when you requested several metal parts and wires. It was not uncommon for you to mess around making robots.

The other materials that will gather suspicion, you have to buy it yourself or steal it.

You did feel bad for stealing but you love that adrenaline rush in your blood as you almost got caught and ran away scot free.

You made some changes to the original idea of Doc Oct's metal limbs. You read something about an inhibitor chip and there's no way you are implanting a chip in your body.

So you have to work your way around it. There's also something about an A.I., a huge no for you since you learned the hard way that you are still beyond mastering it.

So you just went with the voice command and controlling it manually.

At first you only have two limbs and the other pair was only used after you got the handle of it.

"Soooo... What crime should I do first... I don't exactly wanna hurt people. I just wanna fight pap- I mean, Spider-Man but how..."

You walk through the city carrying that heavy ass backpack containing the metal arms while looking where to cause crime.

Then you saw how a bunch of the policemen were abusing their power...again. And you look back at the police that was parked just near you.

"Hello there..."

It took Miguel by surprise when he saw a clip sent by Lyla about some weird Doc Oct wannabe making a ruckus in Nueva York about...destroying police cars and the police department? Odd.

Nonetheless, Miguel is pissed and was forced to fight the new villain any way whom he had found to be annoying.

"What in the shock are you achieving in destroying cars, Doc Oct?"

"Ummm, don't you think Doc Quad fits better... I only have, like, 4 metal limbs. But it makes me sound like a body builder.

It was strange how much you enjoyed causing mayhem or was it because Miguel's focus is on you. Regardless, your 'villainy' continued on for months.

You never hurt innocent people. More like an inconvenience to everyone in the city and just being a stupid teen who thinks there being bad but cool.

Of course, Miguel hated you. You were there being a distraction to his responsibility of keeping the multi verse in tact.

Strangely enough if there were any anomalies in Nueva York, you were the one to fight them off and the Spider-People sometimes just needed to pick them up to send them back home.

And as time goes on, you actually manage to strike a peaceful conversation with Miguel and some of the other Spider-People like Peter B. And Gwen(if they were around Nueva York) if you weren't feeling like being a menace.

"I'm just saying, Miguel. Your Doc Oct could be a great member in HQ. Just think about it." Gwen is trying to convince Miguel, she sort of made a weird friendship with you.

"She's practically harmless." Peter added.

"Uhuh. I think flooding the streets of Nueva York, releasing several animals free in pounds, painting government halls in rainbows, cleaning the river while tossing the thrash back in front of company's headquarters, and destroying police property is pretty harmless.

"Sounds more like an angst teen to me. At least, she never tried killing you." Peter joked.

He did give it some thought. Maybe you are a teen behind that black mask and shades you always wear but he couldn't really know.

Except for one particular event.

It was your sixteenth birthday. Miguel promised to make it special for you since you never got the quinceañera he promised you before.

You didn't really care you just wanted the whole day with him.

You didn't go to school that day only spending the day with Miguel.

This was it. Your prayers have finally been answered and then- oops...

Miguel left you in a diner while taking lunch to 'go buy something' and he didn't return.

Everything is turning out so well. A bed in breakfast, giving you tons of hugs and kisses from your papa, letting you pick out a new dress, and watching that new monster movie you've been waiting for about some overgrown lizard.

You knew he had been called to his 'job'. That is more important than you. Than his own daughter.

You left the dinner as you ran back to your home. You don't wanna cry. Not this time. Your heart is burning with all the rage and pain of his neglect over the years.

When Gabriel saw your tear-stained face, he already knew what happened.

He was ready to hear you breaking down in your room but he didn't expect to see your bedroom walls breaking down with tentacle claws visible through the smoke and rubble.

"Y-Y/N?" Gabriel didn't wanna believe it. But he saw you put on that mask and the shades that Doc Oct always wears.

You refused to listen to anybody as you thrashed everything that comes in your way. And you went directly to the electricity company and turned the lights illuminating the city night off.

You thrashed the broadcast and signal of the city (a/n: how do you even describe that)

No electricity, no signals, everything is off. You hoped that the HQ Miguel is in is affected as well.

You got bored as you ruined the streets, letting your anger out in the destruction you havoc.

Now...where was that HQ located? You swore you saw it in your father's plans.

Okay. Plan B.

Time to pay a visit to your papa's office.

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A/N: might continue it as an actual proper fic but I really wanna write the reader as a villain. I know it's such a mess but way too sleep deprived but I might continue it later

[lets-try-some-writing]

Now creator-chan I saw your blogged on how optimus accidentally purposed to Megatron I got really invested I would like to know if it's possible for you to do other parts cause I really wanna know what happened and why megs accepted the blade😁😍

I was already planning on adding to this concept! The original idea belongs to @brandwhorestarscream and the post that I added to is here.

If you would like additional parts after this one, please send another ask to my inbox! Otherwise I WILL forget because I have too many thoughts.

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Megatron did not consider his relationship with Optimus to be anything more than old rivals turned political allies. The war was over at last, and now their bitter grudges were little more than dust in the wind. Megatron honored that reality and treated Optimus as a diplomat when he came to peace talks. There was no reason to incite war once more when the Prime and his followers were being just as reasonable as he was. Everything was polite and courteous, as was only proper. Starscream had his objections, but most of the Decepticons were tired of war. The time had come for peace, and Megatron would get it for them.

Then of course Optimus Prime, ever the unpredictable mech that he was, came flying out of absolutely nowhere with a gift. When the box was offered to him, Megatron was highly suspicious. However once he opened it and saw the blade offered, every single thought he had was completely derailed.

"Lord Megatron, what in the Unmaker's name were you thinking?!?" Starscream all but screeched from across the table. Thinking back on the situation, he really hadn't been thinking all that hard about his decision. It had been so very... Optimus in an odd way.

Optimus Prime had followed courting protocol perfectly. Now that he had accepted Optimus's proposal, it was obvious that Optimus had been attempting to court him for far longer than he thought. Warframe courting always began with a show of strength, both physical and intellectual. Optimus beat him in battle time and time again, and yet never once did the Prime cut him down. Over and over Optimus matched his intellect with genius plans and strategies, but he never pressed his advantage enough to cripple Megatron and his forces. He had long proven his strength and intelligence. Megatron must have been blind to be unable to see the way Optimus offered mercy and constantly pleaded for peace. It was now quite clearly an attempt to smooth over courting gone wrong.

What a fool he was. Millions of years Optimus tried to get his attention, and Megatron in his anger failed to see it. Their ridiculous war would have had no need to drag on so long if he had simply seen Optimus's intentions for what they were. After all, why would a fellow warframe go so far out of his way to spare Megatron if not because of a desire to court?

"Starscream: Correct. Megatron: Has a plan?" Soundwave chimed in, his visor glinting in that ever knowing way. Megatron felt his processors kick into overdrive as he considered. He couldn't exactly tell his two genius officers that he had taken one look at the blade and promptly found himself all but certain in his decision to accept. That would be weakness embodied. They could never know that he had not meticulously thought out his choice. If he played it right, he could possibly convince them that he hadn't spent most of the peace meeting that cycle staring at Optimus and admiring the frame that he had long sought weaknesses in. Optimus's paint was a very flattering color now that he actually looked-

Frag, he was getting off topic.

"I do, Soundwave." Megatron replied with full confidence as he fiddled with the blade he now held in his lap. It was a work of art. The design was simply perfect. It was no wonder that after four million years, Optimus had gotten fed up and moved courting along through the offering of a weapon.

"Conjunxing the Prime is an excellent way to solidify out peace arrangements. Not to mention, it will give us a greater voice in Autobot social circles." Starscream made a begrudging noise of agreement with his on the spot reasoning. Soundwave was more skeptical, but he nodded and Megatron internally sighed in relief. Optimus had been courting him for millennia and Megatron failed to notice. He may have been a warframe, but he was a mech of class. There was much to be done now that things were right and proper.

Sure, he was not exactly expecting romantic feelings for his former foe to smack him in the face. But who was he to stop it considering Optimus himself proposed? The Prime obviously held a love deeper than Megatron could even comprehend in order to meet him on the battlefield for so long. Megatron would need to make up for lost time, and he would need to do so as soon as possible. Already his Conjunx to be had gone out of his way with his gift and millennia of graciousness.

"Optimus has followed the proper protocols for courting. I shall need to do the same in order to represent the Decepticons properly." Standing up, Megatron rested his servo on the blade. The dagger he had given Optimus was not at all suitable for one who was to become the Conjunx to the Lord of the Decepticons. Telling the press about the proposal was basic courtesy. No, he would need to do much MUCH more to make up for all the effort and devotion Optimus Prime had evidently been offering over the course of the war. How he failed to notice the signs was beyond him, but he would not leave his Conjunx to be alone in his passion any longer. Of course it would take time for him to develop real feelings for his former foe, but he would devote himself to the effort.

Optimus deserved that much at least.

"Soundwave, prepare a residence for my Conjunx to be. I will not allow my betrothed to have anything but the finest. Our reputation depends on it." He added his last statement as an afterthought, his musings already elsewhere as he left the room, Starscream gaping behind him. The dagger he had given Optimus was a promise, but it was not at all worthy of being held by his future Conjunx. The Prime needed something better, something worthy of his station and their future bond.

"Perfect." Megatron grinned and plans began forming. He was going to make things right and prove that Optimus had not given so much of his time and devotion for nothing. Megatron was many things, but a mech without love for tradition? No, he would cling to the old ways just as mightily as his courting partner had. Optimus had set the bar high and Megatron was going to meet it or die trying.

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"Welcome Optimus." Megatron bowed as the Prime stepped out from his transport. It had taken a bit of effort on his end to arrange for more peace conferences, but with his and Optimus's betrothal as a viable reason to meet, it had not been impossible.

"Allow me to lead you to your residence." Megatron extended and arm, which the wary and startled Prime hesitantly took as he wrangled with his meager luggage. Megatron internally tisked seeing the measly collection of items Optimus had brought with him. No Conjunx of his would live off war supplies. He was going to get Optimus an actual wardrobe as soon as it was socially acceptable. But first, Megatron had to push the courting process along.

"I hope you will find this acceptable throughout your stay." Gesturing up at the massive structure Soundwave had dutifully selected with Megatron's stamp of approval, he observed Optimus's reaction. The Prime dropped his luggage with a thump and stared up in compete awe at the building. His mask, forever in place, did little to hide the surprise glinting in his optics. Megatron all but puffed up with pride as he noted the reaction. Optimus had proven his strength and wit, now Megatron could return the favor by showing that he could provide. A mighty Conjunx deserved only the best, and Megatron was more than willing to give one building to make his point. It was not nearly enough, the residence was not nearly tall or grand enough, but it would do for now. Once they were Conjunxed, he would have Optimus personally assist in designing their future residence. That way everything would be perfect.

"This is... too much-" Optimus began, his grip on Megatron's arm soft and considerate. Oh how that hurt Megatron's spark. The disbelief in his betrothed's optics would not do at all. He had spent so long fighting for Megatron's attention that he must have been struggling to believe it was being returned. Yet another thing to rectify. Time and devotion would wipe that disbelief away.

"Not at all. You are to be my Conjunx. It is only right I grant you privileges and luxuries worthy of such a title." Again, the Prime stared at him as if he had scraplets crawling out of his audials. Megatron wished he could beat his younger self against a wall. It was so obvious now. How foolish he had been for failing to see the signs. Optimus Prime somehow knew warframe courting better than any Iaconian Megatron ever met.

"If you would join me for energon this evening, I would be honored." Lifting Optimus's servo, he pressed a soft kiss to the knuckle. He could feel the way the Prime froze up, but he smiled as he stood straight again, pressing a gift into his betrothed's servo. It was such a small thing, but Megatron had thrown all his attention into making it as ornamental as possible during the past few cycles.

"A dagger? You already gave me one..." Optimus trailed off as he noted the inscription on the blade.

'Do not unsheathe me without reason. Do not wield me without honor'

Cross regional warframe courting could be hard, but Megatron felt fairly confident in his choice of Iaconian script. Optimus appeared to agree with him considering how light his touch on the weapon was. Megatron internally cheered as he stepped back. Their courting would need to progress more before he could be much more forward. Tradition had to be upheld. Not to mention there were likely cameras watching.

"I will see you soon Prime." He smiled again before turning to walk away, leaving Optimus to enter the towering residence nervously. Plans formulated in his processors as he sauntered toward his personal transport. He would do things right. And Primus help him, he was going to force feelings to form after all the devotion given to him by the one and only Optimus Prime.

"Soundwave, begin planning social functions here in Kaon. My Conjunx to be deserves to see the best of our culture." A ping of acknowledgement returned to him shortly and Megatron grinned with more glee. Optimus was to be in Kaon for at least a few stellar cycles, as per Iaconian courting standards. That gave Megatron plenty of time to make his claim known and begin making up for the courting Optimus had already gone through.

[finniestoncrane]

hello my dearest most darlingest finnie!! 💕💕

first, HUGE congratulations on 2k! you absolutely deserve it and I am so happy to be counted amongst your followers 🥰🥰

second, the concept and visuals for your 2k celebration are soooooo fun and well-thought out!! like yes please I would love to go to the movies! u.u

third, I do have a request to make for your celebration, if I may ☺️ could I snag a couple front row tickets for my date with farrell!penguin? we'll be seeing the romantic comedy! oh and could we also grab a hotdog 🌭, some frozen yogurt 🍧, and a rainbow cookie 🌈?

of course feel free to make any changes/adjustments that you'd like! 💕💕 I trust your genius completely u.u

but anyway, huge congrats again on the milestone! I hope you get a lot of fun requests! 🥰💕☺️💖

also I know I'm usually here as peng-anon, but I decided to show up to the movie theatre sans disguise today lmao

eeeeeee thank you charlotte!! you are such a sweet friend ;-; also i am pretty pleased with the little cinema theme, even if those lights on the marquee are wonky and took what felt like a year of my life to do lmao 💚🩷 cw: fluff fluff fluff, clumsy kisses 🔞minors dni🔞 send a request • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

Oswald took the time to give the staff at his club personal employee evaluations. Part of his ethics, remaining in touch with the people, keeping the business running smoothly. Anything to not be like Falcone.

Most of your colleagues were nervous, and that was understandable. Oswald Cobblepot was a formidable man, and to have him sitting in front of you in his office as he critiqued your work was enough to have inspired three panic attacks in various staff members already.

You were nervous too, but for slightly different reasons. You actually hoped he would critique you, offer you room for improvement. Because if he was nice to you, it would only serve to make the little crush you'd developed on him even stronger.

Unluckily, sort of, your entire hour had been filled with praise and kindness. Oswald had nothing bad to say about you, and was instead lavishing you with kindness and flattery.

"Trust me, sweetheart. You're doing a great job, I wouldn't keep you on staff if you weren't."

It couldn't hold out any longer. Your body had to give in, and the first thing to go was your face. Your lips curled into a goofy smile, cheeks flushing warm and red. When you felt the heat, you tried to cover them, noticing that Oswald was chuckling.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Cobblepot!"

"What are you sorry for?"

"For blushing like a school girl, just because you were nice to me!"

"Oh, don't apologise, I think it's adorable."

It would have sounded patronising from anyone but him, but you could tell it was genuine, and the way he followed the words with a soft smile made you melt even further.

"It's just... it's so silly to get this flustered over you, like I have a chance. Like you'd ever feel any kind of way about me, it's just so..."

Oswald reached over the table, placing a hand on your cheek and silencing you completely as you gazed at him, wide-eyed. Unsure of what to do, you stood up and thanked him for his time, still blushing, now worried that you were overstepping some boundaries by letting slip how you felt.

He followed you to the door, holding the handle to open it for you, but before that, he leaned in, making an attempt to kiss your cheek. But you shrunk away, unsure of whether he meant to kiss you, and his lips slipped and met your chin instead.

"Mr Cobblepot, I'm... so sorry."

"No, no, I got the wrong idea. Shouldn't have done that... Sorry, sweetheart."

Bravery sparked up. You couldn't miss this opportunity.

"Oh no! It's ok, it was my fault... uh... you could try the other cheek. Second chance?"

He smiled, a grateful grin as he leaned in once more.

"Very classy... A bit European... and I'm not about to turn down the offer."

You turned your face, presenting your cheek to him, feeling the rest of your body fill with warmth as he placed a kiss on your skin.

[lyramundana]

*fans self* oh lord girlie, it’s like you’re in my head with that last scenario

Also a bit of a song rec: Motivate by Little Mix (I think of Minsung every time😮‍💨)

Just imagine them at your feet in skirts with their little boba eyes, rubbing their cheeks against your knee, just begging for your attention, for your touch. When you finally give in, Ji in your lap, his back against your chest, jerking him off, edging him while he squirms , “mommy, pleaseee, stop teasing me. I’ve been so so good for you.” Minho pawing at your side, “mommy please pay attention to me too, please”

Omg maybe you force Min to use a dildo in his hole without your touch or coming for being a little brat. His whines and little “mommy please”s from below you would sound so adorable especially with his eyes watering ugh.

I had another idea while writing this and I wanna share.

Dom!Minho, switch!Mc, sub!Jisung. Minho fucking Ji in the dorms and Ji being so sensitive after Minhos teasing, he’s practically screaming. Playfully oblivious best friend!mc coming in with a smirk “I can keep him quiet, Min”. Minho gives her permission without a second thought. She immediately strips, sitting on Jisungs face. Despite being fucked out beyond belief, he sucks on her clit, eating her out like a starved man. Minhos hand wrapping around her neck, her back arching as he smashes his lips into her, swallowing each others moans.

I got a bit carried away here lol

- fellow Minsung whore

I'm very normal about these scenarios. Yep, very normal. I feel nothing

I really don't understand what you aim to accomplish by sending me these satan-like asks. What's the point?! Besides driving me INSANE WITH THIRST of course, because if it's for me to add something else, what the fuck am I supposed to add there?? It's already perfect as it is. The question here is, why are you not writing all of this up in your blog so the world and I can delight in your genius ideas?

You really now my weakness. Pretty, subby boys wearing skirts and begging for me on their knees, with those cute eyes looking at me..fuck

Just imagine them at your feet in skirts with their little boba eyes, rubbing their cheeks against your knee, just begging for your attention, for your touch

This. This right here. This is my wet dream, my recurrent fantasy, my utmost desire. If I could ever have this in real life, I would die happily after. I'll be torn between fucking them until they faint or just cuddle them and cover them in kisses because they're too cute for my sanity.

“mommy, pleaseee, stop teasing me. I’ve been so so good for you.” Minho pawing at your side, “mommy please pay attention to me too, please”

jdwjdejn *error 404 not found* subby minho?💀 calling me mommy?💀💀

just the image of him pawing at me me makes me so hungry. i'll grab him and kiss him breathless, then pull that buttplug of his in and out until he's moaning my name more, maybe touching his g-spot so he actually cries on my lap and begs me to stop. ohh, then i'll edge him until he can't even speak because, i can't have have one cumming before the other, right? they have to cum at the same.time

I'll have them both in the ground, because that's what they deserve for being little brats. none of them will get to touch the bed sheets unless i allow them to, so either my lap or the cold ground. jisung's pretty, aching red dick in my hand, while i squeeze it and play with it with his twitching hands cuffed behind him. he can't fight back, no option but take what i give him.

minho, our pretty, cute kitty boy, he'll be on his knees with his face in my lap. maybe i'll have the remote control of the buttplug and mess with the settings to make him whine out desesperately, trembling but unable to do anything, or else i'll punish him.

I had another idea while writing this and I wanna share.

Seriously? You haven't shared enought??😃

She immediately strips, sitting on Jisungs face. Despite being fucked out beyond belief, he sucks on her clit, eating her out like a starved man. Minhos hand wrapping around her neck, her back arching as he smashes his lips into her, swallowing each others moans.

I literally have nothing else to add to this perfection.

No matter the universe, AU or scenario, Jisung is a pussydrunk king. Even if he's mentally out of it, his tongue has an independent conscience.

Minho putting her in a headlock while he's pleasuring both?? Jesus christ, he really is a multitasker

Tagging my lovelies (because if i suffer, everyone does): @channieandhisgoonsquad @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @skzms @queenmea604 @noellllslut @hanjisunglover

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

I read about your perfume ask and I thought, “oh wow that’s super cool,” and also “oh thank god maybe I won’t have to guess wtf my OCs smell like anymore 🙃”

So, if you have time, can you pls assign the main 4 some scents?

@3-2-whump

Not only do I have the time, I've had these locked and loaded, and was waiting for you to ask (and I was gonna send it in case you missed the game)

Here is the whole cast of Eternal and North Star, please enjoy, I hope I got these right!

Tom (<3) - Kutay by Unique'e Luxury

Okay, so I have a sample of a UL scent, that I am in love with, it's rich and simple and it smells like honey and tobacco, and if I hadn't assigned it to one of my DnD characters, it would be his.

So I stayed with the same brand, and picked this, because of the whiskey and tobacco notes (I know I asked this during the OC takeover, but I don't remember if he actually likes/drinks whiskey, but he does have the vibe of it)

It also has caramel and vanilla, because he's such a sweet guy these two make the other notes smoother, and not overpower them, and I think he does kinda have that sort of silver lining on his personality

There are also some fresh citrus notes (lemon and bergamot) that make it slightly fruity gay fresh, and there's also some sandalwood and agarwood in it that make it masculine and classy.

Khaled with Tom - Colognise by Nishane

I chose this one because the chapter The Scent of Jasmine lives in my head rent free, and this is a Jasmine scent, with green tea (I would've preferred to find something with black tea or chai-like spices, but there wasn't anything with that and jasmine)

and some citrus notes, lemon and bergamot that match with Tom (and I feel like a genius for that), grapefruit as well, lily-of-the-valley and neroli for some nice flower scents, and musk and vetiver as base, which is very a very nice, masculine scent.

Julio - Smoking Hot by Kilian

Do I need to explain? Because the name says it all... But I will explain, because that's why we're here!

The main notes are apple, cinnamon and smoke, I don't want to pick these apart because I was looking for the vibe together, the smoke note was important to me to appear here, because I think he does smell like smoke, maybe from the repair shop, maybe from firing guns at evil bastards...

There is also some tobacco and vanilla here, that are great additions to the previous soft/sweet apple and cinnamon + harsh smoke scents, and there are also some chemical notes, which make me think of repairing cars.

Nico - Armani Code Sport by Giorgio Armani

I wanted something very classic for Nico and also Italian to honor his familial ties with the mafia, but it had to be something fresher, and with a twist to make it his, so this something old+something new gave me this idea, it's a version of Armani's Code, that's a very classic, fancy and elegant scent. It has all the light fruity-minty good stuff in it.

free Khaled - Portrait - Revival by Afnan

The name fits the recovery arc so well!!!!! But also the scents are all things I kinda associate with him. There are some lovely sweet notes in here, like caramel, dark chocolate, honey, praline and dates, especially the dates I think he'd like, or remind him of his childhood. There are some stronger spices, like saffron, incense and cinnamon too. And to make it more sophisticated and masculine there's oak and sandalwood, that sound really good here. (The sandalwood, though it's a very versatile scent matches with Tom again, for the trauma he left Khaled with I guess) (or maybe in remembrance of the *not too bad things* Tom was/did)

Cade - A City on Fire by Imaginary Authors

Okay, so he gets this because this is my favourite scent, and though we don't know him too well yet, I think he'd vibe with this one.

It mainly smells like smoke and juniper, that I think does have a really cool pagan vibe, and I think the other flowers, cardamom and wild berries that pop up in there from time to time (you really have to focus to smell it, but it's there) are a good match with him.

Eric - DGAF by BORNTOSTANDOUT

I chose this mostly based on the name, I was looking through a catalogue of Korean brands, and this was like a perfect match to whatxfwe already know about him. I was focusing on *twitch streamer with bleached hair* and hopefully got that right, this one is really fresh, citrusy with sage and some flowers, but it also has peppers and sandalwood in it. And the base is amber and tonka beans with cashmeran and musk, which just sounds like a dream, honestly.

Vik - Oudh Al Junaid by Junaid Jamshed

Honestly, Vik seems like the most mature and well-adjusted person in the whole cast, or at least to me he does feel like that, so I chose this scent for him based on that, it's leathery and woody (agarwood) with a lemon note for the adventurousness (taking in Khaled) and musk for well... idk it's just a good base for anything. I like Vik a lot <33

[ryuichirou]

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Anonymous asked:

i've held off on asking bc it felt presumptuous but i'm relentlessly curious. hi, it's shroudswap anon! was that mini-comic with human ortho and wip robot idia on ko-fi inspired by my ask?

(this is the post Anon is referring to)

That’s not presumptuous at all, Anon, and I’m glad you’re still around and asked about it (and also saw that ko-fi comic! <3)!

It really was kind of inspired by your ask. I just kept thinking about the idea and how differently everything would’ve been (especially considering that Ortho is not as big of a technomagical genius as Idia), and Katsu liked it as well, so we discussed it a bit after I wrote the post. So after a couple of days I ended up wanting to draw something related to it. To be completely honest, the more I think about it, the more thoughts I get, this really is a nice fuel for angsty ideas…

So thank you for sending that ask. I hope it is okay with you though.

Anonymous asked:

What Disney movies and/or characters would each of you like to see in twst? :3

This is such a difficult question, Anon… all of my faves are already in twst 👌🥹 But I also have a huge sentimental soft spot for Brother Bear, so if I had to pick one movie for a twst event, I think it would be cool to have this one. It’s all about ~love~ after all.

Or maybe the Emperor’s New Groove?

Katsu: I’ve never been a huge Disney fan (mostly because the first time I saw any movies when I was almost 18 and still was ok with them), it’s actually twst is the reason why I decided to give them another chance and enjoyed them on their own much, much more. So it’s hard to name anything… I’d actually like to see some RSA??? I guess?? characters twisted from Mulan (or just have an Eastern event, not the New Year one, although I like those too) or Tiana… She was very enjoyable as a character, and the style of both of those movies is fun. As for villains… We had a weird shipping Hans/Anna phase, so I guess Hans??? lmao what a cursed concept. Thankfully, they don’t take 3D cartoons into consideration. Overall, I’m also very happy with what Twisted Wonderland has to offer in general, it looks wonderful.

Anonymous asked:

love when i get into a new fandom and see your old art pop up in the search results 🥺💖

sfiushdfis oh nooo my old art 😭 Which fandom is it, Anon??

I’m glad you like it!! With how many things we post I dread to even think about my footprint on this site 😟

Anonymous asked:

This made me think of a past drawing of yours: https://www.tumblr.com/blasterpals/760639422291165184/actually-begging-you-all-to-watch-this-absurdly

Oh my god it is indeed cuntilicious 😭 Thank you for sharing, Anon! I’m glad you’re thinking about that drawing hehehe

I keep remembering that I turned away one Anon that was asking about these two together months before drawing it… I am so sorry. Me still thinking about this ship is my karma 😔 I should draw them more. And make them cuntilicous.

Anonymous asked:

Have you ever heard of Kakegurui? I love how deranged everyone is and the boss b*tches, of course.

It sounds and looks familiar, so I’ve definitely seen it around, but we haven’t watched it. I did get the feeling that it had the vibes you’re describing though! But unfortunately I don’t have an opinion on it…

Anonymous asked:

thoughts on Malsil 👀👀

We don’t ship them, sorry Anon! Please read our pinned post.

[namgyunation]

I LOVE HOW WE USE "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN" CAUSE YEAHHH I DO!! this made my day honestly imgonnacryhelp

not that image help?1-#-* I WAS THINKING THE SAMEEEE

NO WORRIES I CAN SAY THE THINGS YOU CAN'T!! time to ruin the party..boo boo..like,

fem nam-gyu is fine..i love genderswaps and all but..sigh. sometimes people take it wayyy too far. i retweeted something similar to this, like the about feminizing him if my brain remembers it right (i'm too lazy to check rn SORRY) anddd, well, yeah if doing that for fun makes people feel pleased, i'm not hating. even some of my fav artists draw him in skirts and stuff..

but some people don't know when to stop.. especially the thangyu shippers, sorry to say that but, he wouldn't act like a little meow meow all the time. sometimes when he's in the mood? maybe, but other than that..i don't think so,,

anyways yeah not hate or something but yk

wish people would get him like you do

love how your mind works!!

( and YES I READ YOUR FANFICS AS WELL..your genius nam-gyu yaps and all,, heheheh..)

+ combining your other ask!!!

WAIT NO HPW DID I NOT SEE YOUR POST BEFORE SENDING MY ASK UGHH BEEF..BEEF?? I WATCHED THAT I GET WHAT YOU MEANNN WHATTT!! YOU ALWAYS GET THE SMARTEST IDEAS WOAH i've never actually thought about but now it makes..all..sense..okay. deep breaths aauuh (also goodnight i think cause you said it's late!!! don't tire yourself aaananan)

ok so for the first part of ur ask yes i enjoy 'genderbends'. like it's fun to reimagine characters in that way and see what they'd wear + diff hairstyles. that shit's been around forever, and i love it!

(me being a party pooper below the cut. don't read if you don't wanna hear it. please keep having fun and being joyous and doing what you want it's never that serious)

when it comes to feminizing canon nam-gyu, it gets to a point where that's all i see of him and his character, and i get a little bit iffy considering it's almost always done because he's being shipped with thanos. (specifically talking about CANON nam-gyu, i love trans hcs and genderbends and AUs and stuff, i'm not talking about those) and then it's alwaysss just nam-gyu lmao, like damn feminize thanos, too, while you're at it; make it equal, at least!!!! but nah it's just nam-gyu. and then it starts feeling kind of off and even kind of fetishy imo, to see him constantly reduced to thanos's dainty frail girly bottom. i would argue that nam-gyu's pretty damn masculine lmao.

(and yeah ik sweater paws, his little "shirt skirt", etc. all those silly jokes) but like. outside of the jokes. at the end of the day that's a grown ass man with some weird ass toxic masculinity shit going on who is constantly mean and aggressive and always trying to assert himself over others. genuinely think it's just bc he has hair past his ears and than//gyu yaoi but . yeah like bruh nam-gyu is so insecure and hyper-aware about being seen as 'weak'. i like being silly and unserious and having fun, but realistically his ass is not wearing half the things that ppl put him in </3

also gahhh yeah i started out as someone who was a fan of tha//ngyu bc they were my two favs and i thought it was silly lol (i still enjoy it but not as much as i do just them being friends), but genuinely the fandom ruined it for me with how often nam-gyu gets reduced to cutesy little meow meow with no frontal lobe or independent thoughts or feelings outside of thanos

and yeah i think it's fine to have an opinion and voice your thoughts on stuff like that while knowing at the end of the day that it's whatever! when i see stuff that i don't fw i simply shrug and scroll instead of engaging bc i choose peace

ALSO LOL WE ALR TALKED ABT THIS A LITTLE ON TWIT DMS BUT <33333 you understand me MWAH i'm glad u enjoy my endless nam-gyuposting TToTT

AND YAYYYY OMG YOU WATCHED BEEF, TOO..... you see my vision!!!! i loved that show smmm ugh it had me in a funk for like a week or two LMAO. hopefully i can write something about that.....

[dreamwritesimagines]

Friends with benefits, enemies with benefits, whatever. Give me those two in the most infamous on and off situationship (purely at her behest, everyone knows Bucky would rather make this permanent)

like there's a shooting and Bucky protects her faster than her own bodyguards.

Becca and her end up in Bucky's apartment and Charm already has a drawer of clothes and cosmetics there.

Someone almost kills her father in a public setting and Bucky is seen kissing her forehead and putting his jacket over her, ordering her men around to keep her safe like he's her husband.

One of Sam's men flirts with her and Sam, the mob boss, shakes his head at him like he's the one that's already dead.

Alternatively, a girl makes a comment about how hot Bucky is to Becca and Charm and all Becca can do is mutter "Jesus Christ," into her drink while Charm tells the girl to go for it and basically sends her to flirt with her not-boyfriend with the fakest smile you've ever seen. Bucky rejects her and tells her he's taken.

GALAXY BRAINNNNNN, OH MY GOD THIS IS GENIUS MY LOVE! 😍❤️

Them being in an on and off situationship while being in love and in denial at the same time? Yes, please yes! ❤️ Thank you so so much for this! 😍

like there's a shooting and Bucky protects her faster than her own bodyguards. Oooh protective Bucky would be so romantic! 😍 And deadly 😈

Charm's stuff being in Bucky's apartment omg this is such an amazing idea! 😍 Like, even Becca would be shocked while Bucky is like "Oh it's just that she stays over a lot and she has a key and also the top drawer is for her knives and guns-"😁

Bucky is seen kissing her forehead and putting his jacket over her, ordering her men around to keep her safe like he's her husband. This would be such a sweet sceneeee😍 Like, he would stay behind with her father and stuff, and then go straight to her 🥰 And the gossip that would createeee😈

Lolll oh Sam would give that guy a loooong speech 😂 Meanwhile Steve would be trying to make Bucky see sense 😁

Charm sending the girl to Bucky and Bucky telling her he's taken, I NEED THIS SCENEEEE! 😍❤️

Their whole dynamic would basically be "in a relationship while vehemently denying it" 😂 Like, she would literally turn to Bucky and go like,

"Why did you send her away?"

"Who?"

"The hot chick."

"Why are you sending girls my way?"

"She said you were hot. You always complain about me being mean, see, I'm being nice and thoughtful!"

"You're being ridiculous, that's what you're being."

"Bucky, are you alright? Do you have fever?"

"No."

"Let me feel your forehead."

"The only way I'm letting that happen is if you're in a sexy nurse costume."

"I already have one of those."

"...Come again?"

"As far as tonight goes, I haven't got the chance to do that even once so you know, let's keep our expectations reasonable here."

"Funny. Finish your drink."

"Why?"

"Because I'll raise your expectations in the car."