#but I do what I WANT

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

He's got the prettiest baby blues in the Wild West.

[zero-is-nebulous]

Hello fish grian nation

He's a horror from the deep :3

[happy-emmdings]

Mama Jones and her babies Killy and Liam💙

[kissingghouls]

From the prompts you posted…how about “are you ok?” with Phantom. Maybe a sibling finds a newly summoned Phantom wandering around in the middle of the night and they’re worried about him.

Anon, this was such a lovely idea and I am so so SO happy for this to be my very first prompt. 💜💜💜

Couch Club

Phantom x GN!Reader FLUFF and a dash of comfort. 1k words.

The abbey was always a strange place, but its creepiness increased tenfold in the dead of night. The haze of incense hung in the long, dark hallways like a fog that would never clear. It seeped into every inch of the grounds, riding on the echoes of rhythmic chants from the chapel and settling like a fine dust on the portraits of Papas past. The shadows seemed to multiply, collecting in corners until they appeared as solid shapes. One could never be sure if something might emerge from the darkness, but the shadows usually stayed shadows. Usually.

Sleepily you padded down the hall with your favorite blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders. Insomnia was a special kind of hell—and not the fun one where things you were familiar with resided. It was a Sisyphean prison you were used to, but that didn’t make it any less annoying when all you wanted to do was go to bed. Instead, you haunted the hallways as usual, searching for something to occupy your over-active brain. The library was too far and probably locked after the last time a certain Papa had left an unbelievable mess in there after hours. The kitchens were too noisy and full of Siblings who would shoo you out of the way while they prepared baked goods for the entire abbey. Sometimes you would hang around the gardens and stare up at the sky while giving the stars new names, but it was far too cold out for that tonight.

You pushed your way into the common room, the heavy door groaning loud enough behind you to wake the dead. There was a corner of the sofa that you found particularly comfortable on nights like these, a little space you had claimed once upon a time and had fallen asleep in more than once.

As a tired yawn ripped through your body as you shuffled toward your tiny empire. A figure sat up and turned toward you in the dark, sending you stumbling backward over your blanket with a horrified scream. You landed with a crash, banging your elbow on the snack machine on the way down. It spit peanut M&Ms at you as the figure jumped over the back of the sofa, spewing a stream of apologies.

“Wha? Phantom?” you asked as the light from the hallway touched his face. The newly summoned ghoul offered you a sheepish smile. He hadn’t been around long, but the two of you had managed to become friendly in that short time, bonding over your collective love of old monster movies.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again as he lifted you from the floor. “I didn’t think anyone would be in here.”

“I didn’t either,” you added with a laugh, trying to rub that awful feeling out of your elbow.

“I—I’m sorry I’ll get out of your way,” he mumbled and brushed past you.

“Hey,” you called softly after him. “You don’t have to leave. I’m pretty sure there’s room for both of us.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can find somewhere else to be.”

“Phantom? Are you ok?”

He forced a smile. “Yeah, sure. Well…no. I don’t know. It’s ok.”

You reached for his hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Can I help?”

He stared down at your hand in his, flexing his fingers and gently closing them around yours again. “You’re warm.”

“Am I?” you asked with a laugh.

“Yeah. It’s nice, you know?” He shook his head and swiped at his face. “Ugh, of course you don’t. I’m sorry, it’s just—I can’t get warm up here and the fire ghouls kick too much to try to sleep in one of their rooms. And everyone says I’ll get used to it eventually, but…no luck yet.”

You couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing a hoodie, sweatpants, and the thickest pair of socks you’d ever seen. “Not even with those?”

He shook his head. “Mountain made these for me. He said they should help, but they kind of just make my feet sweat.”

You scrunched up your face. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, so…anyway shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Oh, I have trouble sometimes, so I come down here instead.”

“Does it help?”

“Most nights,” you replied with a shrug. “There’s something about that sofa that just works, I guess.”

“Well, I’ll uh get out of your way then.”

You cleared your throat nervously. “I’m pretty sure the sofa is big enough for both of us if you want to try it out.”

He couldn’t hide the little spark of magic in his eyes as they lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. I get that corner though,” you told him, pointing to the space you liked.

“I think can live with that.”

“And don’t even think about putting your sweaty feet on me,” you warned.

He laughed and promised to keep his feet to himself as you both settled on the sofa. Limbs bumped in awkward positions followed by whispered apologies and tiny, embarrassed laughs. After several minutes and many different variations, you and the ghoul finally got comfortable under your blanket. He curled up against you, tangling his legs with yours as you draped an arm around his middle. The two of you began to fall asleep almost instantly, wrapped around each other in a way that finally allowed Phantom to feel warmth.

In the morning you found yourselves mostly in the same position, bodies pressed together so closely there was enough room for Rain to sit at the other end of the sofa. He shot you a little wave and went back to focusing on his cereal as Phantom groaned against your shoulder.

“I don’t want to be awake yet,” he whined and held you a little tighter. “I haven’t slept that well since I got here.”

“Glad I could help,” you managed through a yawn.

“Yes, thank you.” He followed up with a yawn of his own. “Whadda ya say we do this again sometime?”

[finntheehumaneater]

six sentence Sunday Monday

late to this one (as always)

I was tagged by the lovely @hbyrde36 and @pearynice, hallo 🩵

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work

(From these dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves)

“Just um…wanted to look into the club,” he lied quickly, dropping his hands back at his sides, hating how they felt so useless and awkward just being there, not doing anything. “Hey, is there a, uh—a girl named Eddie in there?”

“Nope,” the guy said, crossing his arms. “I’m the only Eddie in this club. And—hold on, you wanted to look into Hellfire?”

“Hellfire, what….” Steve paused, squinting and looking back up at the paper sign above the door. His head hurt. “Oh, uh. Yeah. Yeah, sure. Right.”

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tagging (no pressure 🩵): @ataliagold @paperbackribs @a-little-unsteddie (Rowan you have to do it. All the pressure mwhaha)

[floopdewhoop]

I made a doodle of my own fanfic, because writing a long-ass AU about secret agents and pirates wasn't self-indulgent enough LOL

I haven't done 2D art in approximately 87 years and never digital, but some fool gave me an Apple pencil, access to Procreate, and a fresh new ADHD prescription.

[elfsyellowflowerzart]

the group ^_^

[fan-mans]

I've seen quite a few people posit headcanon names for the Wii boxers so I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring for shits and giggles!

Explanations for the meaning and some history behind their names and stage names included too!

Glass Joe: Joseph Fournier-Proulx.

Joseph means "He will add" in Hebrew. Fournier, while literally meaning 'oven' in French, is equivalent to the surname 'baker' in English. Proulx comes from the Old French 'preau', meaning 'valiant' or 'brave'.

Joe has two surnames because of the fact that his father vanished shortly before he was born. Because of their father's absence, their mother put a lot of him and his sister's documents under her maiden name (Fournier) mostly to keep their father's family from getting involved with them.

Joseph had a middle name when he was younger, but when he changed his name during his transition, he dropped it. He never liked having a middle name at all and thought it make his name too cumbersome.

He mainly uses Fournier on non-significant documents, but prefers to sign Fournier-Proulx on everything else.

Von Kaiser: Wilhelm Raskopf

Wilhelm comes from William, which itself comes from Willehelm, literally meaning 'will helmet', but could be interpreted as 'desire to protect' or 'desiring protection'. Raskopf means 'quick headed' and derives from a nickname.

Wilhelm's younger brother is named Wilfried (Desiring peace), both names chosen by their deceased mother.

He goes by 'Helm' while his brother goes by 'Fried' or 'Freddy' to close friends.

He doesn't have a middle name, but always like the idea of making it Alida (Nobility), after his mother.

Disco Kid: D’Andre (Enrique?) Tawfeek

D'Andre is a black American name meaning The Andrew, Andrew itself meaning 'manly' or 'masculine'. Enrique is the Spanish variant of Henry, meaning 'home ruler'. Tawfeek is an alternate transcription of the name Tawfiq meaning 'good fortune' in Arabic.

D'Andre prefers people call him by his full first name, but allows close friends to call him 'Andy' or 'D-anne', in the case of his beloved uncle.

Because his uncle was kicked out of the family, his parents died when he was an infant, and his name was changed by a foster family when he was a child, neither he nor his uncle are sure if he has a middle name. However, he is very set on 'Enrique' being his middle name and nothing has shaken him on that.

Despite the name change, he refused to go by his new name as a kid. He remembered his first name and changed it back once he was adopted by his uncle.

King Hippo: Ariinui Teheiura

Ariinui is a Tahitian name that means 'noble and big'. Teheiura is a Tahitian name meaning 'the red crown'.

Ariinui's island, called hippo island in English, is very close to Tahiti and shares a very similar language. The two islands share a lot of name overlap as well!

He has no idea why people make jokes about his last name, but doesn't like it nontheless.

Prefers their name the be shortened as 'nui', if it's shortened at all.

Piston Hondo: Akahiko Kawaguchi

Akahiko is a very rare Japanese name meaning 'red boy' or 'red prince'. Kawaguchi means 'mouth of the river'.

Technically, he's the 4th Akahiko in his lineage, but doesn't put a number behind his name because the last Akahiko was 2 generations back.

At one point, during a punk phase, he considered renaming himself 'nuclear waste' in Japanese. His sister knocked some sense back into him but he uses that name for most of his private online profiles.

When he was younger, the rarity of his name was very embarrassing and he wished he was named Yoshirō (Righteous son), after his father. Nowadays, he feels much better about his name and thinks it's cool.

Bear Hugger: Orson Fisher

Orson is derived from the French 'bear'. Fisher comes from the German Fischer, meaning 'fisherman', and is a Jewish name as well.

Orson doesn't like comparisons to Orson Welles and finds it pretty annoying. He won't be mean about it but he will be very passive aggressive if you do it more than once.

His stage name is partially inspired by his first name. He was afraid it was dumb at first, but it grew on him a lot.

He has a Hebrew name as well- Dov ha-Rav

Great Tiger: Samir Raj-Singh

Samir is a Sanskrit name meaning 'wind' or 'air'. Raj is Sanskrit for 'king', while Singh is Sanskrit for 'lion' and is given to all male Sikh followers as a surname.

He's perfectly fine with being called 'Sam', but tends to find people assume his name is Samuel because of it. This annoys him, but not as much as people assuming he must be Hindu because his last name is Raj.

He uses two surnames because his grandfather couldn't decide on whether to change his surname in accordance with Sikh practices or to keep his surname. It has caused Samir a bit of paperwork trouble, but overall, he likes how double surnames feel.

Don started calling him Mimir (Spanish babytalk for sleep) as a joke, which eventually turned into a silly nickname used by the entire major circuit.

Don Flamenco: Donato Gallardo

Donato means 'given' in Latin. Gallardo means 'gallant' or 'elegant' in Spanish

Don almost never goes by Donato, feeling it's too formal for his relaxed lifestyle and personality.

The name 'Flamenco' came from a joke by a family friend, who called Don and his father 'senior Flamenco' because of their dancer-like elegance as matadors.

His middle name was going to be Ariel (Lion of God), but his parents decided against it when The Little Mermaid came out, leaving him the only one of their children without a middle name.

Aran Ryan: Aran {Redacted} Ryan

Aran- the Irish name- comes from the anglicized name of the Aran Islands, whose name is of unknown meaning, though it may come from the Old Irish word ará, meaning 'kidney'. Ryan is anglicized from Rian, meaning 'little king'.

The name he uses for himself is the same as his ring name, however, it is not his legal name! His legal name is a deadname which he vehemently protects from anyone who didn't know him before transition. He hasn't been able to legally change it for a variety of reasons but has however, decided to keep his middle name, even if he never dares put it on legal paperwork.

He will violently manifest in your house if you joke that his name is the Irish word for bread (arán). Aran is very emotionally attached to his name and such jokes press on a very tender nerve regarding his native language and his identity.

Initially, he was going to spell it as Árann, the Irish name for the Aran islands, but a combination of people constantly mispronouncing it and misspelling it made him change it. People still mispronounce Aran as Erin, though, and he's given up correcting them.

Soda Popinski: Ivan Valentin Polyanski

Ivan is a new form of an old Slavic variant of John, meaning 'god is gracious'. Valentin comes from Valentine, meaning 'strong', 'vigorous', and 'healthy'. Polyanski means 'from fields'.

Though a lot of people make fun of his middle name, he was never effected by it and finds it quite charming.

The name 'Popinski' came from a boxing announcer misreading Polyanski- Ivan found the mistake absolutely hilarious and chose to base himself on a soda theme because of it.

Ivan frequently has to correct people on the pronunciation of his name- it's pronounced almost exactly like even in Russian.

Bald Bull: Halim Uysal

Halim means 'patient', 'tolerant', and 'mild' in Arabic and Turkish. Uysal means 'docile', 'easygoing', and 'mild' in Turkish.

Halim is very protective of his name around press for the sake of his privacy, especially when in New York. He will even go so far as to sign things as 'Bald Bull' to not dox himself.

Him and his parents get a kick out of the irony of his name. As a child, he was far more calm and timid around press but adulthood stripped what patience he had away and replaced it with anger.

Uysal often auto corrects to Ulysses (Latin form of Odysseus, meaning 'to hate'), which led to it becoming a sort of code name by the world circuit to protect him. Mask-X is a similar code name which turned into a stage identity of it's own.

Super Macho Man: Tyler David Harris-Levine

Tyler comes from the word 'Tiler' as in someone who does tiling work. David is a Hebrew name meaning 'beloved' as well as 'uncle'. Harris means 'son of Harry', which itself means 'home ruler'. Levine is a Jewish name, from the name Levi, meaning 'joined'.

Though David is technically his middle name, Tyler prefers to use it as a second first name. When writing it out, you'll be lucky if he has any consistency with what firstname + surname combo he uses.

He accepts any shortening of Tyler, with some of his cousins even calling him just 'ler', but hates when David is shortened to 'Dave'. He'll only correct you once before he starts getting serious about it.

His Hebrew name wasn't given to him at birth because his mother wasn't sure if she would raise him with Judaism and his dad wanted him to have a choice about anything regarding religion. Either way, his Hebrew name is David he-Levi.

Mr. Sandman: Michael Alexander Ali

Michael is a Hebrew name meaning 'Who is like god?' as a rhetorical question. Alexander comes from Alexandros, meaning 'defending men'. Ali is an Arabic surname meaning 'lofty' or 'sublime'.

The name 'Sandman' comes from his family and friend's shortening his middle name to 'sandy'. He's used to all kinds of weird nicknames so if you call him it long enough, he'll respond to just about anything (Including Jackass, which the rest of the world circuit calls him affectionately)

Though Mike shares his name with his deceased great uncle, and his mother swears she named him after said beloved uncle, she and his father actually got inspiration from Mike Tyson.

His Hebrew name is Mikha'el ben Adi.

Little Mac: Mackenzie Louis

Mackenzie is anglicized from the Scottish name Mac Coinnich, which means 'son of Coinneach', which itself means 'handsome' or 'fair'. Louis is the Latinized form of Ludwig, meaning 'famous in battle'.

Though people constantly bug him about having a girl's name and have told him to change it to be more 'manly', Mac can't bear the thought of parting with the only thing he has left of his parents.

He is Mac ONLY. If you call him 'kenzie. You. will. die.

His original surname is a mystery, so he was named 'Doe' in his foster records for a while. After Doc adopted him, he took on his last name.

Doc Louis: Jerome Zachary Louis

Jerome is Greek, meaning 'sacred name'. Zachary comes from Greek, meaning 'Yahweh remembers". Louis is the Latinized form of Ludwig, meaning 'famous in battle'.

Some people pronounce his name as 'Jeremy' which he does not understand.

He considered giving Mac his middle name after adopting him, but decided against it.

He got the nickname 'Doc' because he worked as a medic for the wvba before entering the ring as a professional.

[nic-is-the-worst]

Watched 2!!!! Creature features staring Star Trek actors (the girls Kirk & McCoy) and to be honest I had a blast

[mercutiotakethewheel]

Keys to Navarog’s Hot Girl Springtime

Chapter 3: Is your refrigerator running?

T | Fablehaven | Navarog/Kendra | Chapter 3/14

Fic Summary: I give you Fablehaven: Book Five (and the end of book four), in which mostly everything's the same except that Navarog lives to be annoying in the background and make a whole lot of trouble.

Chapter Summary:

The phone never rang at Fablehaven. Not anymore. Their allies had grown wary of the machines, and whether that was their old age showing or their fears were genuine, Kendra agreed they were better safe than sorry. Though, from what she’d seen of their enemies, none of them seemed terribly tech-savvy. But, further, the aforementioned enemies, had by now shown their cards. And long since stopped bothering playing the well-meaning threatener, to say nothing of the concerned friend. At least, via telephone line.

[chadillacboseman]

Smutember day one request with Doc!!

Smutember Day 1 Prompt - Library

Pairing: Doc x F!Reader Warnings:

Gustave read the same paragraph for a fourth time and sighed, pinching the spot between his eyebrows in frustration. He was trying to get hours to renew his license, but the library was terribly mundane.

You had agreed to come with him to keep him company, but had abandoned him at the first sight of your favorite author's novels on a distant shelf.

The healer glanced up and scanned the room, you were nowhere to be found. He rose from his chair and padded around the shelves, searching for you like a hound on a hunt. If you had left him there, he was going to be furious.

But you hadn't left him. You were tucked away in a distant corner, away from the prying gaze of other readers, engrossed in a book as you sat on the aging carpet.

"There you are," Gustave hissed as he rounded the shelf and his eyes fell on you, "You are supposed to be keeping me company!"

You scoffed quietly and rose to your feet, quickly closing the gap between the two of you, "Your medical journals are boring. I'm trying to enjoy myself."

Gustave set his jaw in annoyance and folded his arms across his chest. You were being argumentative on purpose, taking advantage of the location to provoke him without consequence. Not that he would ever yell at you, but he would punish you in other ways.

"Did I hit a nerve?" you grinned up at him and he bit his lip, feeling a jolt in his chest at the sly look that was painted across your face.

The space was secluded, away from the rest of the library-

Gustave didn't care anymore.

He grabbed your chin roughly and pulled your mouth to his, swallowing up your protests with a kiss that was hot and full of want. You took a step back and he walked with you, pushing your back against the bookshelf as he kissed you.

"Gustave-" you broke away from his kiss and panted his name quietly, "We can not do this here."

"Why not?" he nipped at your jaw and you tried to swat him away to no avail, "No one can see us."

He was right, of course- you had found the most secluded corner of the library you could- but that didn't mean that someone wouldn't walk in on the moment.

Despite, or perhaps in spite of your protests, Gustave slipped a hand under your shirt as he drove his knee up between your legs. You whimpered at the pressure and he clapped a hand over your mouth.

"Shhh," he brought his lips to the shell of your ear as he rolled his thumb across your nipple, "You have to be quiet."

You nodded frantically against his palm, but he didn't remove it, instead using it to push your head back and expose your neck. His mouth was on it in a heartbeat, sucking little purple bruises into the skin, ignoring your muffled protests.

Gustave pulled his hand out from under your shirt and moved to the waistline of your leggings, snaking his deft fingers past the fabric and between your legs. He used his knee to push your legs apart and his fingers found your pussy.

"You're so wet," he whispered as he slipped his middle finger inside you, "Stay quiet, now."

You squeezed your eyes shut and bucked your hips against Gustave's hand as he pushed a second finger into you. You could feel him grin against your skin as his mouth went back to work on your neck, running his lips over the purple marks that had bloomed in his wake.

"Do you like this?" he crooned quietly, "Taking a risk like this? Anyone could walk in on us."

You didn't care anymore.

You rolled your hips desperately against his palm, feeling the tension build like a strung bow just below your gut.

When it snapped, it took everything in your power not to jerk your head from his grasp and scream. Your vision was white hot and filled with stars as you came around his fingers. He was so good at pulling you apart at the seams with just his fingers.

Gustave moved his hand away from your mouth slowly, pausing to kiss your lips gently as he slid his fingers out of you. For a moment, you thought you might have to collapse into him when your shaking legs felt as if they might give out.

"Do you think you can handle the boring books now?" he flashed you a cheshire grin and you nodded weakly.

"I think I can."

[rad-rat-with-a-tophat]

currently thinking about ace lesbian chloe valentine and how when she finally comes to terms with her crush on Brooke and her lesbianism but then feeling like she can’t actually like Brooke because she’s doing it the wrong way and that there’s something wrong with her.

[all-lars-bars]

fuck it, I've got nothing for today's prompt (which is both surprising and infuriating)

time to draw these men in dresses or something

[los-ninos-tortugas]

Me, writing this: three rounds is reasonable for a sparring session, yeah? Yeah.

Me, several paragraphs later writing the spar: oh godddd why did I say three rounds this is taking forever T~T

[percentstardust]

mickey was released from the psychiatric prison he was in due to an error in his conviction in the year 2009. unfortunate for a lot of people. he has been out of prison since 2009, but he has been back home in new orleans, louisiana living with one of his younger siblings. for now.

[devilsxinthedetails]

I exist.

I think.

I've been awake since 230am.

Yay me!