#congrats on the 100 followers <3

[airymaria]

I dont normally participate on dtiys but this one called to me

Like for real it possessed me, i didn’t realise i was spending so much time on it until i looked at the clock and it was 4 am... oops

so thank you @bakakween for making it <3

[original]

[rotationalsymmetry]

I don’t know if this is what you are looking for exactly, but I enjoy writing for Postcards to Voters because they focus on non-presidential races. I am currently writing postcards against an anti-choice constitutional amendment proposition in Ohio.

I wish more people would do things like that, instead of making posts that guilt trip people for not being excited enough about voting for the Blue sexual harasser instead of the Red one.

Thank you for your highly sensible response.

I guess there's a thing where "just because someone takes 15 seconds to shoot their mouth off online about something that's annoying them doesn't mean they have the time/energy to do anything actually constructive, even more so for the people who took .5 seconds to hit reblog now on someone else's shooting their mouth of post" but I think it would be strictly better for people to spend that .5 second exerting a smidgen of self control and going "either it's actual GOTV or it's not, and if it's not I'm going to not reblog it."

And as the election is over a year away...I don't think "vote blue no matter who" is actually a Get Out The Vote action at this point in time. It's annoying enough when people do it in person but at least then there's occasionally some chance of having a reasonable discussion about it, but on social media between people who don't really know each other? Ha snowball's chance in hell.

(I haven't done Postcards to Voters the last couple years, but I did around 2019-2020 or so and they are fairly low barrier to entry as long as you have stamp money, super introvert friendly, you can be as creative or non-creative as you want to be, and as you can do it from your home on your own schedule pretty darn spoonie friendly as well. As well as covid-safe. And yes, there's a big focus on local/state campaigns, which warms my participatory democracy loving little heart.) (ughh sounds like an important campaign maybe I should pick this thing up again.)

[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

[elatedfool]

SEEING AVENTURINE IN THE LIVESTREAM MADE ME THINK ABOUT MEMOKEEPER! READER WITH HIM :o

I mean since he have such a tragic past, it would be very interesting to see someone who can look into his memories as a Sigonian

I'm so happy you like him too (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) hope I'm not troubling you

not at all :3 this will contains some leaks and fanarts i've seen about his past! may not be 100% accurate. also memokeepers can choose who they want to be visible to, but i'm not sure about the fortune telling part. this still looks bad despite being in my draft for days goddamn.

the first time he met you was when you're passing by ipc's pier point, only to spot an exhausted aventurine splayed on his million-credit couch.

since memokeepers are able to become invisible, you curiously approach his room, intrigued by his wealth. and out of kindness, you carefully moved him into his bed, before finding his 'aventurine' stone—which indicates his importance to the corporation.

your growing curiosity led you to pry into his past, watching all the hardships and suffering he had to go through during his childhood, which was supposed to be filled with joy and laughter. instead, you watch as they place thick and heavy chains around his neck and wrists, left him with little to no food, marked his neck with the word 'slave', and force the poor boy to work tirelessly. scene after scene plays out like a film, as a proof of just how cruel the ipc can be.

you stopped looking into his memories, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. you would never guess that this easygoing and arrogant man hides such a past.

eventually, you start following him around—watching him gamble, standing in the corner when he sleeps, even sneaking into the ipc's annual meeting just to make sure he's safe. you find him fascinating, the way he can acts so haughty while having experienced so many things he should never have gone through.

until one day, aventurine's guts tell him to catch this strange, mysterious creature that has been stalking him. but you're so hard to catch, so hard that he has to pretend to sleep to make you lower your guard and make yourself visible.

"snooping around again, little memokeeper?" he chuckles the moment you turn around in surprise. you do want to show yourself to him, but not this early! and when you tried to escape, he caught your hand just before you could teleport, pulling you closer, "since you already know so much about me, i can't possibly let you roam freely anymore,"

so now you live with a rich senior manager of the largest corporation in the cosmos, always stuck to his side—aventurine wouldn't like it if you were to use the knowledge about his past for something that'll ruin his business!

he spoils you, of course—while ignoring the weird look he gets from his subordinates and acquaintances when they saw him talking to the air. so you take care of him in return! comforting him when he has a bad day and making sure he did not forget his meals.

this is a memokeeper's love language me thinks: you also create light cones of the moments when he's the happiest—which are usually when you're around, and you bring them to the garden of recollection to make sure you have something to remember him when the fated day comes. aventurine also keeps some of these rectangle objects in his room, and he probably gaze at the pictures when you're away collecting memories.

bonus: imagine aventurine asking you to reveal his luck for today before he went to gamble, to which you refuse, since memokeepers cannot use their powers for self-indulgent reasons—congrats, now you have earned yourself a pouty aven!

[goldsainz]

FRIENDS INTO LOVERS — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

request: “Hi, could I request a childhood sweethearts with lando please and thank you 🫶🫶”

NOTE: so i did a social media au for this, hope that it's okay! let's pretend for the sake of the story's timeline that olivia is slightly older 😁 i changed the request format thingy bc the gap it left bothered me… if you check my other requested works you’ll know what i mean

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lando.jpg Day 61. Road trip with the one and only yourusername

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yoursername my passenger princess <3

⤷ lando.jpg 😐😐😐

⤷ danielricciardo Don't even try to deny it

landofan1 literally love y/n sm

landofan2 i want a friendship like theirs

ynfan1 LANDO BEING A PASSENGER PRINCESS IS NOW CANON

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user1 when are they gonna get together!!!

maxfewtrell Still can’t believe I wasn’t invited🙄

⤷ yourusername this wouldn’t happen if you had other friends!

⤷ maxfewtrell Rude! I’m gonna tell Lando about this.

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yourusername All Of The Girls You Loved Before is out now in all streaming platforms!!! 💗

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landonorris So so proud of you! Everyone will get sick of me playing this all the time

⤷ yourusername you’re fr my #1 fan

⤷ landonorris And what about it? 🤨

landofan21 this 100% about lando no doubt about it

oscarpiastri New song for the McLaren playlist

liked by yourusername and 17,923 others

ynfan21 if this isn’t a confirmation post + the comments… then idk what is

ynfan22 “i wanna teach you how forever feels” when will it be my turn😭

landofan22 THE BEHIND THE SONG INTERVIEW??? if this song isn’t about lando idk what’ll do…

⤷ user21 what did she say?

⤷ landofan22 “It’s about loving someone so much you don’t really care that they’ve been with someone before you, just feeling grateful you’re getting the best version of them.” that is so about lando idc what anyone says

⤷ ynfan23 don’t forget about: “I wrote it thinking about how maybe there’s someone that’s always kind of been there, and you didn’t notice or the timing wasn’t right, but now that it is you don’t think about anything else other then them.”

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landonorris May I introduce my lovely girlfriend, Y/N! She’s been my friendfor more years than I can remember (17 if we’re being precise) and there is no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Thank you, for being my best friend all this time and letting me love you ❤️

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ynfan31 OMG??? I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS TODAY

sebastianvettel Congrats you two! Nice to see you both finally came to your senses

⤷ landonorris Thank you, Seb!

⤷ yourusername 🫶🫶🫶

landofan31 i’m gonna need 3-5 business days to recover

landofan32 THAT TWITTER USER WAS RIGHT???

ynfan32 words can’t describe how i’m feeling rn

mickschumacher Glad I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore!!!

⤷ maxfewtrell Same here, mate! It was killing me

ynfan33 all this time they were together😭😭

user31 love is actually real

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yourusername i guess hard launching is the only way! i’ve loved this man for more years than i’d like to admit, as a friend and now as my boyfriend!! wherever you stray, i follow 🤍 (shoutout to user3 on twitter your thread was scarily spot on)

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landofan41 the willow lyrics😭😭

ynfan41 your honour i love them

lilymhe you’re still my wife, right?

⤷ yourusername forever and always, baby

⤷ alex_albon Crazy to see how people forget they have boyfriends at home…

ynfan42 THESE ARE NOW MY PARENTS!!

ynfan43 i guess being delulu works out in the end

landofan42 he’s the king of her heart (i’m sorry but i had to make the taylor reference)

francisca.cgomes now we can finally go on double dates!!

⤷ yourusername we could always go on a date alone

⤷ landonorris I think we’ll stick just with the double date

ynfan44 they’re officially the best couple on the grid

[teela]

could you do a threesome with gojo and geto? maybe established relationship w one of them !! also congrats on 100+ followers <3

ask and you shall receive, sweet anon 💖 and thank you so much for celebrating with me!

"come on, babygirl. you know my best friend suguru, right?"

you give him a shaky nod, finding yourself, naked, and in bed with not only your boyfriend and lover of two years, but his best friend as well.

there was a perverse fascination coursing through you, and your breathing came out as labored and uneven the more you looked at satoru’s best friend.

suguru keeps a predatory gaze on you, his eyes appearing like a deep and endless void as he stared at you like you were a meal meant to be eaten.

“do you want your boyfriend and his best friend to help you feel good?” suguru’s voice was dripping with sex itself, the deep and tranquil quality of it being enough to send shivers down your spine. you were given little time to react when satoru sets your trembling form back on the bed, gingerly placing your head against the plush pillows.

“you just lay back, babygirl, and let suguru do his work.”

a moan escapes from your lips, forming a perfect o when suguru takes the fat of your thighs, spreading out your legs so that the man could comfortably settle himself in between them. his hot breath felt against your aching cunt was enough to make your hands grip at the sheets in anticipation.

“tha’s it, guru, look at that pretty pussy, drippin’ wet with juices all for us to indulge in. i promise you, she’s sweeter than ice cream and cream puffs, guru.” hearing your boyfriend’s groans as he lazily pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, ready to jerk off at the sight of his best friend eating you out was enough to make your face burn.

“hn…” a simple grunt was all the warning you received when suguru quite literally dives into your soaking wet pussy. his mouth covers the entirety of your cunt as you swore you could feel the length of his tongue thrusting into you.

the sensation was maddening, yet so incredibly hot that you could feel your release quickly approaching. suguru’s constant onslaught of thrusts caused by his tongue and fingers made you let out a shrill moan in response.

“oh, shit, tha’s no good babygirl, bein’ so loud when it’s late. you’re gonna wake up the neighbors.”

you could see satoru’s engorged cock within your periphery and eagerly opened your mouth to receive his dick. a proud hum was heard coming from your boyfriend as he slaps the hefty length of his cock against your tongue.

“fuck, that’s it, babygirl. that’s it, stuff your mouth with my cock and stay quiet, just like that.”

hedonistic sounds were heard coming from each and every one of your parted lips, with satoru continuing to slide his cock in and out of your throat while suguru devoured you like a man starved at the same time.

your mind was hazy, being consumed with thoughts of both their cocks stuffing your wet little hole full of them. your body ached painfully with need for them, and you realized that not even suguru’s sinful tongue was enough to satisfy you now.

satoru hears your whines and looks down at you, eyes becoming dilated with lust when he asks, “what’s that…? oh, suguru, i think my babygirl needs us.”

“hm?” suguru lets out a final him against your pussy lips, sending pleasurable vibrations down your spine before pulling away. satoru removes his cock from your mouth, letting out a soft coo of your name as he wipes the stray tears from your pretty lashes.

“what is it? what does my baby need?”

“n-need both of you in me so badly… need you to turn my aching pussy into a g-gaping hole!”

a moment of silence passes, and soon, you saw a devilish smirk appear on your boyfriend and his best friend’s faces, seeming to bask and take pleasure in your sudden outburst.

“ah, how positively naughty she is. only a whore would ask for something so salacious.” suguru comments with a feign look of disgust, but still manages to lay back in bed. he beckons you to come closer to him, and you eagerly crawl toward him and his painfully erect cock.

while licking your full lips, you give the tip suguru’s cock a gentle kiss, relishing in his short grunt when he suddenly snaps his fingers together while pointing down at his cock. “give me that pretty pussy of yours, now.”

you bite down at your bottom lip, letting out a shaky sigh before straddling suguru briefly. even though you couldn’t see satoru, you could hear him furiously stroking at his dick, preparing himself for entering you along with his best friend.

“oh fuck, babygirl, you just made all of daddy’s dreams come true! i get to share the feeling of your gummy walls with my best friend. his cock and my cock are going to be so close together tryin’ to please you- FUCK!”

satoru’s broken moans was enough to make your pussy explode with moisture, feeling your clear juices sliding down your inner thighs as you sank down on suguru’s cock. a loud and drawn out moan escapes from your pretty lips as you worked on riding him.

just as you were setting a rhythm, suguru was the one who ultimately stops you. he keeps his hands planted on your waist before revealing your cunt to satoru, still maintaining his cock’s hold on you when he gently moves downwards.

“come on, satoru, slide in. this pussy’s so good not to share…”

“yes yes yes, oh fuck, YES!”

with suguru’s gentle urging, he helps guide satoru’s cock inside your cunt, now gaping and overstimulated when he manages to thrust deeply into you, making you lose your damn mind as incoherent babbling falls from your lips.

“oh fuck! oh, shit, YES! i can feel my babygirl’s precious pussy and my best friend’s cock at the same time. fuck, this is the best feelin’ in the world!”

“toru, please, the neighbors… you just said-“ suguru was finding it hard to focus, working on thrusting into you as his cock and satoru’s simultaneously rubbed together while fucking you so deeply.

“FUCK THE NEIGHBORS, SUGURU, THIS FEELING- I’M IN HEAVEN, FUCK!”

you could feel the drool seeping down the corner of your mouth, knowing that you were being fucked dumb by your boyfriend and his best friend as they each used your aching pussy as a living fleshlight, stretching you in ways you had never even felt before.

deep down, you knew that when this night was over, you would never be satisfied by having a single cock sheathed deep inside of your cunt ever again 💋

© teela

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE FOUR : BOOTY BANDIT !

Staring … Trafalgar D. Water Law 📸

SET SCRIPT : “hii! congrats on 100 followers. could i request a burglar!law x f!reader with dacryphilia or sadism? thank uuuu 🫶”

MATURE RATING(S) : ! NONCON ! SOMNOPHILIA , stalking, sadism (he slaps and spanks you here and there), dacryphilia, degredation, reader is called ‘bunny’ occasionally, unprotected sex, mentions of getting you pregnant, afab!fem reader, ooc law, overall this is very NSFW & be advised before interacting.

DIRECTORS CUT : for thee Trafalgar Law enthusiast @hesmything , sorry this came out so .. dark and disgusting. My first time writing dark content, & thank you for requesting <3

It’d been a week. A week of him watching you go in and out of your house without closing your blinds or properly locking your door. All he really wanted was some shitty belongings to pawn off you, but… you ended up being a favorite part of his day.

The way you dress yourself, how you undress yourself, and he’s particularly fond of the window in your bathroom that gives him a view of your nightly ritual. The way you lather yourself in expensive lotions so carefully… he needs it to be his hands that cascade down your naked curves, reaching places you can’t seem to. A man only has so much restraint, and with you? His patience is wearing thin.

Especially after tonight, he watched as your fingers rammed in and out of your aching cunt, how you couldn’t seem to make yourself cum no matter how hard you tried. Humping your little cunny on your pillow wasn’t cutting it either. That’s why he decided; if he wants something, he’ll simply take it.

It’s the late hours of the night, maybe even the early hours of the morning, but for all he cares you’re fast asleep. Draped in your bedding like the princess you are, bare legs shining against the light of the moon. Law could already feel himself getting hard, your tank top did little to cover your exposed chest. Underwear showcasing a damp spot from how you worked yourself up earlier.

No worries, he’ll take care of it and you. You’re beautiful he thinks, he’ll rob more from you than just some petty belongings. He didn’t even notice how his hand had involuntary began palming himself as he watched you in your own room, need clouding his judgement as soft whines fell from your lips. Tits jostling around as you tossed and turned. He walks over to your side of the bed, kneading your breast and then tugging at your nipple as you lean into his touch. They harden at his ministrations and he groans.

“Naughty girl… having wet dreams are we?” You’re so soft and pliant in his hands, breasts warm as he plays with you. He grins to himself when he pulls a meek mewl from your plush lips. “Bet you feel good baby,” he says as if he knows anything about you. His spare hand finds his own rock hard member. Unbuckling his pants as his appendage traverses down your torso. He has you flat on your back, helping spread your legs while inching his form between them slowly. Following the inhale and exhale of your form as he arranges himself.

He’s pleasantly surprised you haven’t woken up just yet, something sick in his head makes him want to fuck you so good you’ll be begging him to make you squirt. Your body will tell him exactly what he needs to know, evident by how much wetter you’re getting already. “Made me so horny all week, it’s your fault y’know. I’m just takin what’s owed to me…” that’s what he tells himself, but he knows it’s wrong. That’s partly what’s making it so tantalizing for him.

He towers over you, almost not wanting to move and spoil his own splendor, you look so beautiful like this. So comfortable in your sleep, but another thought tells him to fuck that sweet face off of you, to give you something to cry about.

Your arms are splayed on either side of you as he kneels between your legs, putting two fingers on your clothed slit. It makes him even harder feeling the dampness accumulating, but you stir and he pulls his hand away. “Shhh, still,” he says as if you could hear him. Instead he begins to pull your panties down your thighs, eyeing the string of slick that connects you to your underwear. He almost moans at the sight, “fuckkk, what am I gonna do with you.”

Unlucky for you that you live alone right now, but it’s very lucky for him. He can’t bear the thought of waiting to fuck your hole any longer. It’s been gnawing at him all week— now that he’s face to face with it— he can’t help himself. Law wishes he had more control than this, more time to savor your innocent form but the ache in his cock says he needs to act now.

He knows it’ll wake you up, and he knows you’ll be scared; but he’ll prove to you he knows what he’s doing. “Dumb slut gettin wet in your sleep, look at ya drippin all over your own sheets.” Law tugs his shirt between his teeth as he pumps his leaking tip, reminding himself to inch inside you delicately instead of all at once.

He loses it, the second your cute cunt wraps around his tip he fucks you to the hilt. You wake up wincing trying to figure out what the hell was going on and he immediately grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Calm down, shhh hey hey, I’ll only get as rough as I need to be.” He felt the way you clenched around him as he slid in, you must like pain.

Oh and don’t even get him started on that look you’re giving him, like a deer in headlights as you babble about how you’ll give him anything he wants if he stops. “I just want you,” your body goes limp when he says this; can’t even free your hands as he starts to fuck his length in and out of your abused and defiled cunt.

He can’t stand to see you sad, he’ll just have to make you feel good enough to stop yammering on about things that don’t matter right now. That’s why he lets go of your wrists, pulling your knees up to his shoulders as he splits you in two. Tears of frustration and embarrassment cascading down your pretty face. “Awww, don’t cry. It’ll just make me fuck you even harder bunny.”

You’ll never forget those eyes, the ones that glow gold as he kisses the inside of your thighs, possessively marking what isn’t his. You can’t help the way that you moan as the tip of his cock reaches your cervix with each repetition of his hips.

“See, knew you’d like it. You’re squeezing me so tight,” he spits out between his own grunts. You can’t stand the fact he’s proving himself right. His cock shouldn’t be making you so submissive so you turn your head away from him.

He slaps you for being defiant, but his strokes into your drooling warmth never letting up. “Look at me, tell me you love it.” And yet again you clench around him like a little painslut, he adores it.

When you don’t answer him he leans over you, angling his hips deeper into your body as he fucks you up the bed. Your tummy bulging from each rough thrust as your eyes begin to roll back. “I said, tell me you fucking love it whore,” another slap to your other face. Causing your cheeks to heat up from the contact.

You can’t even begin to think clearly; whether it be from fear, from how you’re getting fucked stupid by a man you didn’t know, or from how turned on you are. It’s sick and disgusting and all you can do is cry and profess, “love it, I- I love it.”

“Atta girl,” his large hand wraps around your throat as he drills you harder, hips rolling in and out of your pussy as you grow wetter and wetter. “My hole to fuck,” he tells you, dangerously pressing down even further on your neck as your legs begin to wrap around his torso.

“Fu— fuck gonna,” you rasp out, but he can already tell. His eyes transfixed on your tiny pussy that’s currently clinging to his cock like you need him more than oxygen.

He slaps the back of your thigh, sliding two of his fingers in your mouth to prevent you from screaming any further. “Cum for me bunny, go on,” and there’s that shit eating grin of his. The one that lets him know he’s won as you moan and swirl your tongue around his fingers like a trained pet. “Look at you creamin’ for me. What a good girl.”

Your chest is heaving, face sticky with tears that can’t seem to stop. Vision blurring in and out as this man continues to fuck you senseless. Your body simply limp as he moves you according to his will.

He flips you over, not caring if you have time to come down or adjust before he’s sliding himself back in you as if he belongs there. “Cry for me painslut, cmon.”

He berates your backside in swings of his large palm against your sensitive skin. Causing you to scream into the bedding as your mind shatters into pieces. The only reason you haven’t collapsed into the sheets is because he’s the one holding you up like you weigh nothing to him, ushering the full reality of what’s happening.

You’re nothing but a slick and warm hole to be used, he makes sure to remind you of that as he presses the back of your neck deeper into the plush blankets. “Gonna fuck you full bunny, don’t waste any of it or I’ll have to come back and fill you again.”

Your body jostles in accordance with his punctuated thrusts, carving your walls to fit his cock. You’re a whining, sticky, drooling mess and your dumb cunt only continue to flutter around him. “You want that? Want me to fuck a baby in you?” He presses his body weight into you, spreading your legs apart with his knees as he grinds into your cunt. It’s sick, he’s mocking you, his body moves like he’s making love to you and that’s not what this is at all.

But, he feels so fucking good and with the way he’s degrading you. That deep voice of his, it only makes you want him more.

You feel disgusting and humiliated by him and all he does is coo at you like you’re a helpless little bunny. “Shh, just take it.“ He has your hair in his hands as he forces himself inside you. Each and every inch of his fat length ripping you apart. You feel yourself cumming around him again as you whine and claw at the sheets desperately trying to run as he fucks you stupid.

“Oh fuck— you’re so dirty, cummin’ all ahh- over me,” you’re so warm and tight it’s making him lose it. Watching you could never compare to fucking you raw. He bites and licks at your neck to silence himself as his balls start to constrict, “pussy’s milking me. Fuck you’re so good.” His words should make you feel good as he praises you, but it’s nothing but filth as you feel him release his hot load. Bucking his hips faster and faster to fill you full to the brim. He bites hard enough to draw blood as a reminder that he can and will come back to take exactly from you what he desires.

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[waywardducks]

Incorrect bat family quotes but as things me and my sibling have done/said.

Jason: *just trying to read* *feels an eery presence just watching him.*

Damien and Tim: *both just starting at him*

Jason: Yes? Can I help you?

Tim: Slushies

Jason: okay?

Damien: Take us to them.

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Dick: *Chilling in his bed*

Cass: *very slowly opening the door to his room*

Both: *just stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time*

Dick: Please, child. What is it? I can't handle this suspense.

Cass: *quietly* I have a pool party today…

Dick: okay? I'm glad for you.

Cass: …

Cass: Can you go buy me tampons?

Dick:

Dick: Of fucking course I can go buy you tampons! *already jumping out of bed* What size?

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Damien: *angry, slamming doors, punching walls, screaming at everyone*

Tim: Autism is one hell of a bitch

Dick: Tim, no

Jason: No, no, he's got a point. We really should get him checked out.

Damien: I CAN HEAR YOU

*he was diagnosed with autism the following month*

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Stephaine: *putting makeup on Cass* almost done!

Tim: we need to hurry, the movie is starting soon

Stephanie: It's fine, we have plenty of time, now let me do your makeup.

Dick: What are y'all doing? Why is everything… pink?

Cass: We are going to watch Barbie

Dick: Can I come?

Steph: Nah it's girls night?

Dick: Then why is Tim going?

Steph: He's one of the girls, obviously.

Tim: Yeah, obviously.

Dick: *crying* I wanna be one of the girls too

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Bruce: Hey, Tim

Tim: Yeah? What's up?

Bruce: Remember how you're therapist mention she thought you might have ASD?

Tim: Yeah, she said she wasn't %100 percent sure on it though.

Bruce: Well she just sent me a document confirming your diagnosis.

Tim:

Dick: Woah dude! Congrats on the tism!

Jason: Welcome to the spectrum little bro!

Damien: Is Dick the only one that isn't ASD?

Dick: *is sad bc he's left out of the club again*

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Dick, Tim, Jason and Damien: *driving down the road at 4 in the morning, blasting fnaf songs at full volume* IVE GOT NO TIME!! I've GOT NO TIME TO LIVE

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Tim: Jason. I'm bi

Jason: Okay

Tim: Okay? That's all you have to say?

Jason: damn Tim, tf you want be to say? Sorry?

Tim: No! I just thought-

Jason: If you have boy problems go to Dick. He's the one with the most experience in that field.

Dick: Hey! I resent that!

Jason: Oh please, you can call yourself straight all you want but you and both know you've what kinda person you were when you first became Nightwing.

Dick: I wasn't gay Jason I was a slut its different.

Jason: sure, okay.

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I'm gonna make this a series lmao. Being in a house with 6 kids gives you a lot of stories.

Also, yes, 3 of my younger siblings are officially diagnosed with autism. (Damien and my sister are literally the same person. I have so many headcanons about it, it's not even funny. She even has the same insane art skills, I'm terrified of how fast she learned to do things I've been in school for years to learn)

[milunalupin]

hi hi hi! so many congrats on a 100 followers, what a deserved accomplishment, love!!

you can obviously ignore this if you're uncomfortable writing this/or this doesn't hit your creative spot. because this is so cliched uggh.

okay so i was thinking maybe a little grumpy!reader x sunshine!sirius, friends to lovers trope? (it makes so weak in the knees 🫠.) feel free to take the plot literally anywhere your heart desires, because you'll serve either ways!!

love you, make sure to drink water and eat good. hope you have a great day/night ahead.

--🍁autumn

hi hi my love ! thank you for you patience <3 and adding more sirius to my blog

— sunshine

sunshine!sirius x grumpy!reader ★ 1.2k words

"Sirius Black if you don't stop tapping your finger against the table, I will not hesitate to hex you."

You sent a glare towards the raven haired boy from across the table. History of Magic was your worst subject and you had a big exam coming up. "Why aren't you with the other boys anyways?"

It's not like you two weren't friends, but Sirius wasn't usually the one to seek you out. It was usually Peter since he was the one who introduced you to his friends, then Remus who at times also enjoyed his peace and quiet. You spent quite a bit of time with the girls too, especially since you all roomed together. James and Sirius had always been friendly with you, but it wasn't like you would stay up in the common room sharing secrets, although Sirius had recently been around you more than than normal.

"Well aren't you just a ray of light." Sirius sent you a lopsided grin, setting his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands. "They're out somewhere with Prongs looking for Evans, and I wanted to see my favorite girl."

Your quill froze over the parchment. Sirius was such a flirt, you couldn't take anything he said to you to heart, because he didn't mean it, right? You lowered your head and tried to focus on your notes, pretending like you didn't hear him.

"Anyways," he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "You know about his problem with Evans, and you're a girl, could you give me some advice to relay back to him?"

"Thanks for noticing. What kind of advice?"

"Well, what sort of things do girls like to receive?"

"I don't know Sirius, I don't regularly receive gifts from boys." You rolled your eyes and scoffed, glancing up at him to see his eyes on you, waiting for an answer. "but I supposed I would quite like it if someone brought me my favorite drink, or book. You know, it shows that they've paid attention to the little things."

"So how would you- girls-" he let out a shaky laugh, his cheeks tinged pink. "How would girls like to be asked on a date?"

How would you know? You didn't want to speak negatively of yourself but there had to be some reason as to why boys never came up to you. You would never guess that it was because Sirius had already warned the whole male population at Hogwarts to back off his very pretty friend.

Groaning quietly, you rubbed your hands over your tired face. "Sirius, I don't know, can you please let me review my notes in peace?"

"That doesn't count, you're not being fair." Peter whined, pulling on his hair as he looked down at the chessboard. You shrugged and stuck your tongue out at the boy, getting up and taking a seat on the carpet by the fire next to Lily.

It was the night before your exam and as much as you wanted to hole up in your room and cram, your friends had convinced you to spend time with them. Lily was painting Marlene's fingernails while Remus took your place playing against Peter in chess.

"Who wants hot chocolate!" James called out, Sirius and him walking towards you all with trays of steaming mugs. The two passed out the sweet beverages,

"Thanks Sirius." you thanked him softly, his gaze softening as you wrapped your hands around the warm drink and blew gently on the top. Your eyes brightened as you took a sip and tasted a hint of peppermint.

The rest of the evening was spent playing games, dancing to Remus' new records and sharing Peter's surplus of sweets from Honeydukes. You felt your shoulders relax as you looked around at your friends having a good time, catching Sirius already looking you. His eyes darted away as soon as you saw him, the corners crinkling as he laughed as some joke James had made. You felt a nudge in your side, turning to see Lily cocking her head towards the dorms asking if you were ready to go. Nodding, the three of you girls stood up and waved goodnight to the Marauders and shuffled up to your room.

You flopped into bed with a blissful sigh. "Thanks for tonight guys, I needed this."

Marlene waved her hand in dismissal. "You've studied hard, you needed a bit of a break."

"The peppermint hot chocolate was just the thing I needed, it's my favorite."

"Peppermint hot chocolate?" Lily's nose scrunched with disgust, but then her eyes widened with realization, her and Marlene sharing a knowing grin. "Right, the peppermint hot chocolate."

You turned your head to squint at them. "Why do you two have that look on your faces?"

"We don't know what you're talking about, goodnight!"

You're going to pass the exam, you're to going to p—

"Watch it, you half-breed, or I'll turn you into the little mutt you are." Lucius Malfoy spat at you as you ran into him, pulling out his wand.

"Oh sod off, why don't you put your daddy's money where your mouth is?" you scoffed, reaching for your own wand. He sneered at your comeback, taking a step closer to you.

"Hey sunshine, I was looking everywhere for you! Let me walk you to class." Sirius appeared next to you, taking your school bag and slinging it over his shoulder, shooting a grin to Lucius, canines on full display. "Thanks for watching her for me Malfoy but next time, don't."

Sirius steered you away from the fuming Slytherin, arm around your shoulder. He ducked his head down to speak to you quietly. "You alright?"

"Fine, boys are just jerks." you grumbled, your mind now focusing on your exam as you two turned into the hall where your classroom was located.

"Not all of us though, right?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, your smiled mirroring his own. "Yeah, Pete's alright."

"You're killing me doll." He threw his head back dramatically, his smile slipping as yours did, now standing in front of the History of Magic classroom. "Hey, how about we made a deal?"

"Huh?" you pulled yourself out of a daze, looking up at him. "What's the deal?"

Sirius coughed to the side and straightened his posture. "You get an Outstanding on your exam, and I'll take you out."

A flush crept up your face, not believing your ears. As annoying as he was, of course you had thought about Sirius romantically before, who hadn't? You really hoped your studying paid off, your smile and voice coming out shy. "What if I don't get an Outstanding?"

Sirius lit up like the Great Hall during the holidays, smiling ear to ear. "Then I'm still taking you out to cheer you up. I also have just been dying to take you on a date, sunshine."

An hour later you left the classroom with a giant smile on your face and a big 'O' on your parchment. Sirius immediately took your hand in his and dragged you to Hogsmeade for your first date, the twinkling sound of your laughter letting him know it wouldn't be your last.

[licorice-tea]

congrats on 100 followers! I just started reading your work because of ur prompt post and you do notttt disappoint!! soooo I want to request Zoro w lovers rock BUT SPECIFICALLY the end dialogue

“Now, how many men have you kissed?”

“Very few. “

“But you offered me a kiss. Why?”

“Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid. I just wanted to kiss you. “

- 🍙

Such A Foolish Reason

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Content: reader is usually kind of a flirt and Zoro is unsure of how much they actually like him!

Word Count: 0.6k

A/N: another request from my 100 follower event! ty for the submission @🍙 and i hope you like it! <3

You had already determined that Zoro wasn’t going to make the first move, no matter how glaringly obvious you made your feelings for him. The man was simply out of his breadth, and too unsure of how to navigate this sort of emotional territory. That didn’t through you off though; you still want him more and more every day. So eventually you had taken it upon yourself to initiate the first kiss, since you could barely contain the depth of your feelings for him any longer. Every moment around the swordsman is like a game of “will they? won’t they?” at this point.

But no matter how badly you desire Zoro, you can’t just dive straight into him into a kiss the way you want to. He’s not the kind of person to do things without being sure, and neither are you. Even something as simple as kissing would require a straightforward request and, hopefully, he would agree to it.

Ever so hesitantly, you turn to Zoro one starry night at sea. His sharp jawline is turned away from you, and his eyes are trained on the waves down below. You hate that he’s so concentrated on the ocean when you’re sitting right there, shoulder to shoulder with him. Because tonight, all you want is to be the focus of that intense stare.

“Zoro”, you whisper, and he responds with a grunt, “I have to ask you something.”

Finally, he turns to face you. His irises sweep across your starlit features, then come back to meet your own eyes. From the way your pupils are blown wider than usual and your soft, glossed bottom lip is being bitten under the top, he gathers that you’re nervous. It’s strange, for someone of your confidence and boldness. “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

A furious blush ignites and burns across his cheeks in a matter of seconds. And though he’s unsure of how to respond in words, Zoro can at least nod.

Your palm finds its way over his jaw as you tilt his face so that it will align with yours. His skin is softer than expected; so soft that you give into the temptation to simply run your thumb across his cheek. It’s warm, which isn’t surprising given how pink he’s turned.

Zoro expects that you must have done this a thousand times to be able to touch him with such great care. To make him feel so strongly that his mind is scattered and he can barely get his thoughts in order. He’s engrossed in the feeling of you.

From your point of view, Zoro has simply gone quiet again. But you can feel the furious beat of his heart through his neck’s pulse-

“How many men have you kissed?” One of the thoughts manage to tactlessly slip out.

You immediately stop and hesitantly pull back “Very few.” Though your reputation as a heartbreaker precedes you, you rarely find yourself falling hard enough to do much of anything with the men you flirt with. Most of the time, it’s only to get things out of them; directions, supplies, etcetera.

This surprises Zoro. “But… You offered me a kiss. Why?”

The corners of your mouth curl upwards as you smile bashfully. “It’s a foolish reason, I’m afraid. I just…” You trail off with a shrug, and Zoro leans in- hooked on your every word. “Wanted to kiss you.”

And so, you do.

[spiderlandry]

Req: tara carpenter with friends to lovers trope? Btw congrats on over 100💗💗

thanks anon <3 i love tara

100 follower event

warnings/tags: self-doubt(?) mostly fluff, pining

in my mind — tara carpenter

if only you knew what goes on in my mind

Tara never thought it was possible to feel this way about someone, so intensely.

That’s what scares her. The way her heart hammers around you, the way she feels every touch and pull, hears every word like gospel, like you were made to be hers.

But you’re not hers, and she’s not yours. A fact that continues to plague her.

You’d met through Anika a few years ago. It was a normal day on campus when you ran into her, and Anika promptly introduced you to the rest of the group.

Tara fell hard. And fast. She just hadn't known it at the time.

It was like you were everywhere. She saw you on campus all the time, and whenever Anika hung around, you’re with her. How come she’d never seen you?

And thus, Tara befriended you without any other intentions, unknowing of what's to come.

It feels natural, the way you move together. You balance each other out. She can't believe it was after a night of partying and getting drunk, she'd inadvertently confessed to you.

It's hazy, but she remembers.

"Come on," You helped her get into bed, tucking her in after she changed out of her other clothes and into pajamas. "I'll get you some water for the morning, hold on." She whined when you pulled away, but you came back shortly with a glass of water and some tylenol, setting it on the nightstand.

"You know what?" Tara slurred. "We would make sense."

She remembers how you'd narrowed your eyes at her.

"Us, you know." She clarified. "We spend so much time together that we may as well just get married."

"Yeah?" You laughed, thinking it was just her drunk state. "You told me you didn't wanna get married."

"Yeah," she snorted. "But it's you! You're the only one I'd get married to. It's like...you see me, you know? You only make me a better person."

You gaped at her. And then a moment of silence, "Goodnight, Tara."

She doesn't know if the kiss she felt on her forehead was real.

After that night, she couldn't act the same around you, ever. Even Sam notices when she would almost panic when you came over for movie nights or to help Quinn with homework.

It's difficult not knowing how you felt about what she said, neither of you mentioned it in any capacity.

You act the same around her. She's unsure if that's a good or bad thing. You constantly take up space in her brain, even at the most mundane times--when she cooks, she wonders if you'd like the dish she made. When she sees your favorite spot on campus, she wonders why you're not there.

It's always about you.

The progression of your relationship is so natural that Tara doesn't even notice what you're doing.

She forced herself to stop acting weird around you because Sam pointed it out.

It starts with small things: bringing her favorite takeout when you happened to pass by on the street. (It was an hour away, why would you be there? She doesn't think too much about it.)

Then you start to come over more frequently, begin to walk her to campus more often.

You ask her to hang out a lot more. The two of you. Alone.

She almost doesn't notice because you'd spend almost just as much time with her before.

It's when you're both at an ice cream place, you wipe off excess ice cream from the corner of her mouth, that she gawks at you.

"What are you doing?" She doesn't sound mad, more...curious, than anything.

You pull away, "Oh, sorry."

"No, it's not bad, just--" She struggles to find the words. "Why are you...Are we--are we on a date?"

You smile. "Do you want to be?"

"Not fair," she laughs. "Answer my question first."

"No, we're not." You answer, and she tries to ignore the way her heart deflates. "But we can be."

She looks up at you through her lashes, and you push a stray hair away from her face.

"Yeah?" She grins.

You hum, "It would make sense. We would make sense." You recall her words from that night, and she realizes.

"Oh, it's like that?" She raises a brow, smirking. "I'll get you back."

"I can't wait."

[stylessbean]

Hi congrats on 100 followers! Do you have any completed series you would recommend?

Hi ! Thank you so much <3

Here are some completed series I highly recommend reading:

The Last Line by @harry-on-broadway

Flame by @jarofstyles

The Talk Show by @gucciwins

Fine Line by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

The Fake Girlfriend by @purplecoffee13

Jealousy by @kwritingbooks

Belongings by @virgoilluminati

Never have i ever by @watchmegetobsessed

[hangmansgbaby]

CONGRATS CASS!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU! 300 followers!

I’m requesting Jake with dealers choice of fluff prompts 1, 3, and/or 4!

Enjoy a celebratory Jake or two!

Dealers choice said 3!

Sweater Weather

Summary: Jake is about to leave on a year long deployment and you aren’t prepared for your boyfriend’s departure.

Prompt: “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Word count: <400

Masterlist | 300 Cele Masterlist

“What time do you ship out again?” You call from the kitchen of Jake’s apartment, cleaning the last of dishes from dinner

Tomorrow, your boyfriend of 6 months leaves on a year long deployment. The first you have seen and you are not ready for it.

“10, sweetheart.” Jake calls from the living room, gathering his things and making sure they are in order.

“And you’re gone for a whole year?” You ask moving to the doorway between the kitchen and living room.

“One year is gonna go by so fast sweetheart, you have no idea.” Jake smiles up at you as he makes his way across the room.

“I’m just gonna miss you.” You sigh as Jake pulls you close into a hug. You breathe in his scent, sandalwood, jet fuel, and 100% your Jake. “And the way you smell.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Jake chuckles out. “I’ll call, write emails, and I’ll even send letters.”

“I know.” You snuggle closer to his chest, trying to savor every last moment you can hold him this close. Suddenly you get an idea. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater?”

“Why sweetheart?” Jake questions.

“It smells like you.” You admit, face still buried in his torso.

“Sweetheart you can have anything you want. In fact, just stay here or hell, move in!” Jake suggests.

“Really?”

“I was gonna ask you anyways before the deployment came up but yea, sweetheart. “ Jake smiles, turning your head to face him. “You’re lease ends in 2 months. Go ahead and start moving in here. Make it our place, okay?”

“But if your not here for the move how is it our place?” You ask, sweetly.

“I will be around for every future memory we make here, you surprise me by adding a little of you to every room in this apartment okay? That’ll keep you so busy you wont even know I’m gone.”

“I’ll know. I’ll always notice.” You reply, moving your face down again.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Jake replies softly, kissing the top of your head. “Come on, lets get some sleep.”

[mitsuristoleme]

“If you promise to carry me to the bathroom, I’ll get up.” + gojo mayhaps? 🥺 also congrats on 100 followers!!!

a/n: ANJABKAN i love this prompt!!!! i dunno if you wanted reader to say that or gojo but well. gojo says it in this. thank you 😭💖

changing my usual pink and green text to blue to match gojo bc i love him

cw: husband! gojo. gn!reader (i actually proofread to make sure i didnt accidentally use gendered stuff anywhere im sorry about the sukuna fic). swearing (exacly 3 usages of fuck). nsfw??? mild reference to sex. eepy 'toru (i love him sm). FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

kay's 100 follower milstone event

You wake up, sunlight hitting you in the face. You look at the clock. Fucking 7AM.

Clearly the snow haired menace asleep next to you forgot to close the curtains like he promised he would after your less than decent activities last night. As mad as you want to be at him, the way he presses against you, face tucked into the nape of you neck, makes him look so adorable that your annoyance evaporates into thin air.

He stirs in his sleep and his arm tightens around you to pull you closer into him. His face scrunches up a little and you pull him closer into your chest, shielding him from the light, gently carding your fingers through his hair to soothe him back to sleep. He relaxes into you almost immediately, his soft snores filling the room.

You feel so in love you could die.

Continuing to run your fingers through his hair, you’re hyper aware of every twitch of his muscles and his face. He looks so peaceful and beautiful, you find yourself wanting to protect him from every little thing causing that little crease between his brows when he’s stressed. If you ever expressed this to him, he would laugh at you, proclaiming, im the strongest there’s nothing i need protection from.

The silence is interrupted by your phone ringing. You scramble for it in an attempt to silence it before it wake Satoru. What you forget to consider is that you flailiing would also wake him.

He looks at you, bleary- eyed and disgruntled as you shoot him an apologetic glance pulling him into you as you pick up Haibara’s call.

“Haibara, you better have a good excuse to be calling me at 7 in the fucking morning,” is the first thing you say.

“Sorry [name]!! Just wanted to confirm if you and Gojo-san are still coming for breakfast at 10!”

“I almost forgot about that,” you laugh. “We’ll definitely be there. But i do have to comfort a very grumpy Satoru now, so thanks for that,” you were already dreading the whining.

Surprisingly enough, Satoru doesn’t whine. He’s just settled comfortably on your stomach.

He pouts up at you. “I’m not grumpy,” he mumbles and presses a kiss just below your sternum.

You card your fingers through his hair shifting so you can kiss his forehead. “I love you,” is all you say in response. He hums and buries his face into your neck, easier now that you’ve shifted to sit on the bed. “I love you too.”

You wrap your arms around him, caressing his back. “You wanna get up and get ready? Haibara called to ask if we’re coming to breakfast and I have like 40 texts from Suguru asking me to wake you up on time.”

Satoru raises his head from the crook of your neck, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. dear god

“If you promise to carry me to the bathroom, I’ll get up,” he says.

You stare at the man who towers over you and wonder how you could ever carry him anywhere. But you wouldn’t be Gojo Satoru’s spouse if you didn’t share at least some of his penchant for mischief.

Channelling cursed energy into your limbs, you grab Satoru and lift him up bridal style.

“WHA- WHY WHA- WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” Satoru sputters, all signs of sleep gone, replaced by pure shock and fear.

You easily carry him to the bathroom, helped by the extra strength from the cursed energy you were channelling, and deposit him on the counter next to the sink.

“Get ready, you doofus.”

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[arlertdarling]

hi hi! I love love your writing and congrats on 100 followers, you deserve sm more!! I would like to request a fluffy drabble with Levi Ackerman and the prompt “photograph” in modern au :)

thank you so much! ❤️❤️

hii oh my gosh, you are so lovely, thank you!!🥺 i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this, i hope you enjoy it<3

PHOTOGRAPH

levi x gn!reader, (domestic) fluff, established relationship, modern au

this request is a part of my 100+ follower event; if you’re interested, check out this post!

“don’t,” levi says through a mouthful of food. usually he’d never do something so uncouth, but with your polaroid camera not-so-discreetly angled toward him, he simply couldn’t risk waiting to speak.

you peek over the camera at him. “aw, please–”

“no.”

“but you look so cute when you eat!” you protest, but levi remains unconvinced. you watch him for a few seconds; the way his cheeks swell and his nose twitches every so often. “like a hamster,” you add under your breath and this time it does harbour a reaction — a deep furrow in his eyebrows paired with a glare.

you shake the camera side to side with a grin and the billion-dollar question on your face. levi exhales harshly through his nose in frustration; your persistence is admirable at best, but now — at worst — it’s simply insufferable. “why now, of all times?” he complains. “you could at least wait until i look more presentable.”

you chuckle and lean over to ruffle his hair. he flinches out of reach at the last minute. “that’s the whole point, dummy. they’re called candids.” you place your elbow on the coffee table and rest your chin in your hand. “besides, i think you look perfectly presentable. adorable, even. a work of art, in fact–”

“stop talking,” he mumbles, shielding his face with his hand so you can’t see it — but you know this reaction all too well by now.

“and now you’re flustered so i want to take a photo even more now!” you sigh and drop your arms and head onto the table in defeat. the only sound between you is levi’s chewing and the clatter of utensils against his plate. having finished your own food a while ago — since levi is a slow eater — you just lay there, tracing the patterns of the table wood with a finger as boredom overtakes you.

“fine.”

your head perks up and your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. “what did you say?” you heard him perfectly fine; you just needed to be sure.

levi looks you dead in the eyes, but seems to think better of it, and shifts his gaze to someplace else before speaking. “you can take a photo of me, but only because you’re being so annoying about it.”

your eyes widen and your lips quirk up into a giddy smile. “really? like, right now?”

he frowns. “not right now.”

“but the candids–”

“don’t push your luck.”

you put your hands up in surrender, and for a few seconds, levi just stares at you, but then he falters, breaking out into a small smile and slightly turning his head away out of habit.

the flash of your polaroid camera lights up his features, his pale skin glowing. as soon as it fades, those features fall back into their usual position, and then they twist in realisation; parted lips, wide eyes, flared nostrils, and most importantly, that telltale colour that blooms in his cheeks.

“give me that,” he orders, swiping at the camera, but you just snicker behind your hand like a little devil as the photograph prints. you catch it between two fingers and wave it around, taunting your red-faced boyfriend.

“you said i can take a photo, so i took a photo.” you speak innocently, but your smile is knowing and mischievous. “no take-backsies, levi, you know this.”

the scowl is back, full force, but it has no effect on a face so pink. it’s not long before he sighs and finally gives up. the photo finishes developing, revealing a smiling levi; eyes creased, lip corners curled up, head slanted almost bashfully. the sight of it makes you giggle to yourself, which pulls levi’s attention back to you.

“what?”

you already feel your cheeks beginning to hurt from all the smiling. “oh, nothing. it’s just a really good photo.”

levi scoffs. “no, it’s not.”

you laugh, perplexed. “you haven’t even seen it?”

“i don’t need to,” he grumbles, playing with the remains of the food on his plate.

you tilt your head to try and see his downcast face. “are you mad at me?”

the absence of an answer is an answer in and of itself. you sigh and look back at the photograph. “at least mini polaroid levi isn’t mad at me.”

you feel levi’s eyes on you and look up, meeting his judgmental stare. “you...” he can’t seem to find the words he wants to say, his face all screwed up in a look of faux-disgust. “you’re...”

“the funniest person in the world?”

levi glares at you. “an idiot.”

“yeah but i’m your idiot,” you say, pretending to tuck some hair behind your ear.

levi stands up. “not anymore, i resign.”

“you can’t do that actually,” you argue.

he collects your empty plate and stacks it on top of his with a smirk. “i just did.” then he stands up with the plates and walks out of the room, leaving you a little dumbfounded as you sit there on your living room floor. “i resign too then!” you call after him, but you get no response, just a soft chuckle echoing from the kitchen.

[riacte]

🥁 Welcome to the first ever "Choose an unhinged Renchanting moment" ✨ALL STARS EDITION✨!!! 🥁

In which winners of the previous nine (!!) polls and the Last Life burning tower scene will battle it out for ULTIMATE UNHINGED RENCHANTING MOMENT!! Deliberately made to cross over from 2023 to 2024 to wish for a new year full of Renchanting <3

If you don't want to read my lengthy and dramatic sports guy commentary you can skip to the poll right at the end.

Now, let's introduce our beloved competitors! With some clips sponsored by @ani-craft, thank you as always <3

Starting from Round 1, the OG, the beginning of this series in Feb 2023— congrats to "Ren calling Maidtyn "very very sexy" completely unprovoked"!. Now, fellow Tumblr users, this is a historical moment because the Maidtyn trend was the Tumblr response to Martyn being active on Tumblr, and it snowballed into the Mint Mistletoes of MCC19 wearing skins of maid dresses (and a butler suit). This is the tangible impact of the Tumblr fan community on MCC. And of course it's about maid dresses.

Round 1 was quickly followed up by Round 2, and narrowly winning by FOUR votes is... [drumroll] "r/place (2022) when Martyn helped place a pixel of blush on RK Ren"!. Truly a chaotic moment that somehow became a highlight even in the overall chaos of those few days.

But the numbers really peaked in Round 3, aka. the Limited Life edition when Martyn's lore stream repeatedly dropped bombs on us. 100% of these moments are from Martyn, by the way. But which unhinged moment was the most unhinged? Which moment will win like Martyn? Unsurprisingly, the most popular option are those two words that basically sum it up— "UNGUIDED HAND". An unhinged moment that won with a whopping 404 out of 1913 votes.

Things did not calm down after Limited Life. Some might say the moments only became more unhinged. 2.5 months after LimLife ended, Round 4 began. Most of these moments are also from Martyn. Most unhinged of all: "Martyn declaring in a low voice: 'Third Life never ended for me'." Yeah it sure didn't, buddy.

Fast forward to September 2023. Treebark Week 2023! Surely the perfect moment for a poll! Also, I need to add that I was so excited about Round 5 that I posted it before TBW ended and... let's say it immediately got worse the day after I posted the poll. My hubris for assuming it was the end... Anyways, Martyn's Tumblr shenanigans kick in once again. Congrats to "Martyn saying nothing about an ask that claims his character is in love with Ren", which also ended up being a significant post to Scurvyblr. For reasons.

Two months after TBW, the pining gets exponentially worse. And I do mean exponentially. Enter Round 6, which has a lot of insane moments, but there was one clear winner, a moment that swept with 32% of the votes— everybody clap and cheer for "Martyn's 50 word 3L AU drabble - "Luck be with ye.... Hand"!! At the time of writing, that post has 4.1k notes. Martyn's just like us. He's writing fanfiction and that's so real of him.

Merely ten days later, fires are crackling, demons are giggling— it's the Decked Out open day! And we got a Renchanting feast! Round 7 emerged from That Iconic Burning Stone Box and was dedicated to moments the stream day. With 39% of the votes, the unhinged moment that swept was "Ren to Martyn: You have very fine lips there and a wonderful neck for kissing". Honorable mentions go to Martyn's Twitch chat (for surviving), Martyn's viewers (for clipping it with varying degrees of "what did he just say??"), and of course, False (for locking them in and kickstarting whatever the improv demon roleplay was).

A few weeks later, the flames have died down— or have they? Round 8 enters with a steel chair and Ren has more unhinged moments now. Martyn's Tumblr takes home another win with "Martyn reblogging a post that calls Ren his “Minecraft boyfriend”!! This is the third win that's from Martyn's Tumblr blog. You love to see it.

Last but not the least, Round 9 from last week! It's finally Ren's turn to dominate. Our winner is.... "Ren mentions going to sleep and dreaming of Martyn’s 'beautiful, beautiful eyes'"!! Appropriately clipped with the caption "Insane".

But that's not all! In Round 1 + 2, I purposefully excluded the altar scene and the burning tower scene because I felt those two would sweep. Now, I think the altar scene is still untouchable but the burning tower seems almost normal now. (As normal as an unhinged moment could be.)

A new unhinged moment has appeared! Challenger approaching! Last Life Ren purposefully sets his tower on fire after knowing Martyn is watching him and Martyn runs to save him while screaming "Ren, what are you doing to yourself! Stop burning yourself!".

Okay, okay, my dramatic commentary is done. Hey, I'm not a Renchanting fan for nothing. Here's the poll. Have fun :D

Much love to all of you <3 here's to another year of unhinged Renchanting moments!

(Also sorry the r/place should be in 2022 not 2021)

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TAPE THREE : PASSENGER PRINCESS !

Starring … ‘Red Hair’ Shanks 📸

SET SCRIPT : “Hey Babbyyyy congrats on 100! For your lovely followers event could I request afab reader with Dads best friend Shanks n some sprinkles of corruption :3 I love youuu bae mwah 😮‍💨🤍”

MATURE WARNING(S) : smut, unprotected vaginal sex, AGE GAP, use of the title “daddy”, corruption kink, underlying breeding kink (if you squint), Shanks mysteriously has 2 arms, forced orgasm, you’re Mihawks daughter, afab!femme reader.

DIRECTORS CUT : For one of my favorite people on this app @stargirldelight <33 so sorry this took me forever to get to. Apologies, Shanks brings out an unprecedented daddy kink in me I didn’t know I had …

Moving is already stressful enough, add the fact that your dad can’t seem to help you out this weekend and voila; you’re in a pinch. He’s typically off on some sort of exploit around the world anyways, a stoic mystery of sorts. But, your dad did suggest that he come help you move into your new apartment.

Which is fine and all, but you’re not sure how you’re gonna last the already tumultuous move in with Shanks around. He’s your dads best friend, or enemy, you’re honestly not quite sure.

Ever since you were a teen you admired shanks, his warm fuzzy smile, how stern he got when he was mad, and that damn signature red hair of his that you can always pick out from a crowd. You expected to grow out of it as you got older, but you could never quite kick the habit. His voice smooth like honey when he’d stumble in with your father drunk, or when he said bye after helping you move in for college. He’s really your fantasy come true, a handsome man with unmistakable charm that makes you smile even on days you don’t have reason to.

You’re older now, you should be able to handle this. But a man like him ages akin to fine wine, only becoming more and more attractive as the years gain on him. Granted, there was an age gap between you; which is what typically kept your lewd thoughts of him in check.

He’d drive this red dodge charger every time he picked you up when your dad couldn’t, like now. Red hair flowing in his face as you coasted down the highway. He smiles and asks if the boys your age were treating you right while his fingers dance along your shoulders. “Pft, I wish,” you aimlessly laughed, noting that exactly what you desired in a man was right next to you.

“Whaaaat? Cmon’ a pretty girl like you? Really?” He sounded genuinely disturbed by this confession of yours. “You deserve better sweetheart.” His eyes flickering back to the road as you’re a few hours out from your new town.

“I really don’t go out much y’know, and it’s not like I have anything to offer them,” your heard turns as you mumble into your fist. Embarrassed to let the older gentleman know just how little play you get. The compliment he gave you flies right over your head as you try to mask the growing ache for Shanks in your heart (and pussy). He’s always been sweet like this to you, patient and gentle as he places a reassuring hand on your knee. You think nothing of it.

“I don’t believe it, they don’t know what they’re missing. I woulda been all ov-” clearing his throat before continuing, “maybe they’re just not what you need.” He turns the music down as the conversation begins to flow more naturally, tension sparking like electricity in the air as he pushes further and further.

“Oh? And what do I need.” You flash him that look of mischief, one that was saved for when you’d ask him to bail you out of punishment with your dad.

“Someone who could treat you how you deserve, a real man and not some boy.” He can’t control the possessive tone that exits his mouth, it’s just unbelievable to him. After all these years and all those meaningless break ups you’d go through, it was him whose arms you’d cry into. Too drunk off cheap liquor with the sweet but sickly scent of vodka hanging off your breath. But of course, he’d listen. Always the patient type.

“And do I know a man like that? Sounds like you wanna be that guy Shanks,” it was only a joke. Your voice airy as you moved your hair out of your lipgloss. Highway wind was never kind to you.

“Don’t play with me,” and he’s back to serious. The coolness of his words sends a shiver up your spine.

“What if I meant it, hm? What if I wanted you to show me?” Your eyes now burning holes in the sides of his face, his jaw clenches as he battles with his own morality.

“You don’t think I’m a little too old for you?” He sends a glance your way, one that trails from your low cut tank top to the supple skin of your thighs before he’s back to gripping the gear shift.

“Said it yourself, I need a real man,” your knees turn to face him as you let your voice purrr. Mihawk would kill him if he found out about this, but he’s never truly been afraid of the man anyways. Especially not when his daughter is as pretty as you, there’s just so much you don’t know, so much he could show you. It drives him wild.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for.” Eyes straight on the road, but the unmistaken waiver in his voice let’s you know he just needs one final shove before he tumbles down like dominos.

“I’m asking for you Shanks,” you plant a sweet kiss to his cheek; just how you used to when he’d leave town for months on end and you didn’t know when you’d see him again.

For once it’s his turn to be flustered, if he wasn’t so concerned about keeping both eyes on the road he’d grab you himself. “Behave little girl, you don’t know what you’re getting into.”

You squirm in your seat, the problem is you know exactly what you’re getting into. It’s finally what you’ve wanted for years. For the object of desire in his mind to be aimed at you, for your affections to be reciprocated, to be with him instead of being viewed as his best friends daughter.

You’ve driven to your new town before so you’re aware that wherever he’s driving isn’t the right way, “Shanks?”

“What? Thought I was supposed to show you.” A light chuckle leaves him as you’re parked in the back corner of a parking lot, headlights turned off.

“Come here hun,” he pushes his seat back urging you to crawl over to him. It feels so right to be held by him, yet so wrong at the same time it makes butterflies swirl around in your stomach. The lack of space pushing you closer to him as his steady breathing makes you feel safer.

“Be gentle Shanks, I’ve only done it one time before.” At that his jaw clenches. A cute thing like you only getting fucked once? It almost makes his blood boil, yet it turns sick when he realizes all he can teach you right here and now. How tight your cunt will grip him as he makes you bounce up and down on him. Oh, Mihawk will kill him indeed; that is if he ever finds out about how he’s stretching out your pussy.

His hands feel so warm on you, rubbing and groping at your skin while you get comfortable. All the attention from him at once makes your head spin, growing needier to get on with it already. “You don’t want it like that though, do you?” It’s barely above a whisper, a nasty vile secret that he somehow knows. All you can do is whimper as he ravages your neck in rough kisses, lips lingering over your pulse points. His years of experience showing as he makes you writhe.

“You want it rough don’t you, t’s ok doll you can tell daddy the truth.” He grins at your hardy whine, swallowing it down in a kiss that devours you from the inside out. His tongue invades your mouth, overpowering yours.

He’s perfect, exactly how you imagined he’d be. Strong arms guiding you further up his lap, helping you wrap your arms around the base of his neck. “Shanks .. more please—” your face hot as you plead for more of him. Feeling how stiff he is makes pride swell within you, was that really your doing? All you’ve done is kiss him, but he groans each time you lean further into his touch.

He leaves pepper kisses on your face and eyelashes, pulling back to look for any doubt on your complexion. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, tugging on one of your curls before wrapping it around his finger. Too intimate, far too intimate for the debauchery he’s about to lay on you.

“Spread those pretty legs wider f’me, there you go,” his phrasing patient as his knees open wider beneath you. Your hands grip his shoulders for balance while you wait in anticipation for anything… “where do you want me to touch you baby,” his eyes meet yours, “here?” His middle and index finger graze the thin cloth of your shorts.

You nod your head profusely, looking down at the space between you with your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Shanks snakes his fingers within your walls, teasing the entrance lightly while using your slick to slide in and out slowly. “Remember, breathe,” the slight sting keeps your hold on him firm as you try to adjust. In and out, rhythmically, the pads of his fingers glide along your plush walls.

Your airy chants of his name fill the darkening small space of his cramped car. Hips beginning to bounce on his hand, desperation creeping in with each drag of his fingertips inside you. “Look at you, suckin my fingers in. Almost like you don’t wanna let them go,” he marvels at you, moving your shorts out of the way so he has a clearer view of your insatiable pussy.

“S’creamy, you been thinking about me?” Bold for him to say, he acts like he’s not knuckle deep inside you with reckless abandon for his position in all this. You’re oozing down his wrist as his fingers begin to scissor back n forth.

“Kiss me Shanks,” you ask.

“Of course baby,” he replies.

It’s always him who spoils you, giving you what you ask for. How could he deny you of such a sweet request? The squelch of your wetness grows while a tight knot tries to unravel itself within you.

“Not yet, can you wait for daddy just a lil more?” He can feel that too? Embarrassment hot on your face while your hips grind against his palm.

It’s indecent how sexy he is, toned chest peaking through his shirt, tongue slightly sticking out as he preps you for his fat length, and his deep even voice that praises every movement of your body.

His entry inside you is smooth, almost like he was meant to fit you perfectly. “Oh my god Shanks f-fuck wait—” Your head is spinning, you can feel his dick twitch with each convulse of your own walls.

He doesn’t mind that you’re clutching onto him hard enough to draw blood, no not at all, honestly it’s making him want to burry himself deeper. “Shhh baby, I got you. I got you, just breathe.” Not yet though, he can’t hurt you (too bad). Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes but he’s quick to wipe them with his thumb. Kissing your collarbones as if to apologize for the molding his cock does to your needy warmth.

The pain subdues, giving way to a hunger you can’t quite describe; but quiet mouths don’t get fed. “Gimmie more Daddy, please,” truthfully the name slipped out, but the damage was done as it left a shiver to creep up the red heads spine.

Well, how could he say no to that? His hands move from your waist down, molding the skin of your ass as he pleases while his hips experimentally shift up and down. When he hears you sigh in pleasure he knows he’s found the right angle. “Better hold on, gonna give it to you just how you want it love.” It’s in how he reassures you that he’ll take care of you that allows you to let go, letting this be your reality instead of some sick sex dream.

His strength is unreal, he’s lifting you with no problem and then pushing you down again and again. It feels like he’s impaling you, knocking your breath out with each rise and fall of your oozing cunt. “Mhm, fuckkk. Been thinking about this for a long time.” The space between you both lessens as the heat rises, giving way to an erotic composition of pleasure.

Any composure you had flies out the window as you’re left dumb and drooling as the only thing that can leave your mouth is praises of his name. Incoherent babbling about how you never want it to stop, losing yourself in the heat of his body. “So slutty baby, what would your dad think, huh?” He lets his palm rest against your stomach as you continue to bounce. Eyeing where his own outline is visible within you.

“Nasty girl, felt the way you got tighter around me. You want him to know? Know that it’s me fuckin’ his pretty daughter in my car.” His words alone are enough to make that tight band snap instantly with little buildup, robbing you of your ability to think as you cry out meek thank you’s to Shanks. He pulls you back by the hair, watching the way your face contorts as you cream around him; squeezing his cock like a vice.

The flutter of your walls spurs him on, picking up an animalistic pace as you’re used to bring him his own high. Sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as your vision focuses back in. “Think you can do it again? I know you can love.”

You’re unsure what he means but when you feel his thumb start to circle at your clit you’re a goner. The intensity of your last climax causes you to squirm as he tries to rip another out of you. “Stop fuckin running.” When Shanks wants something, he always gets it. That’s the rule. You are no exception.

He can feel his balls tensing at the obscene squelch each thrust into your cunt provides him, he knows he’ll have to wash these seats later; but for now he’s gonna dump his load in his best friends hot daughter.

“Let go.” A harsh drag of his thumb has you coming undone yet again, spurring Shank’s own orgasm where he drags you down flush against him. No where to run as his hot seed fills you to the brim. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff baby.”

You’re left convulsing as you try to catch your breath, slumping against his chest like a noodle. “Di.. dirty old bastard,” you weakly protest, slamming your fist into his chest.

“And yet you still wanna fuck this dirty old bastard,” he says with a laugh, peeling you off his chest to kiss you with nothing but teeth. He suckles on your tongue, making you whimper as he’s still inside you. “That’s what I thought,” he says satisfied.

Maybe he’ll have to be like Mihawk, taking out of town trips. However, he knows exactly where he’ll be going. Right where you are.

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