#doing a genetic cross ✨✨✨✨

[karatekamania]

siiiiigh I'm on my way to the lab on a Saturday literally because I have to make my plants kiss like Barbie dolls. I'm not even joking

[kathlare]

just friends, right?

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando faces an uncomfortable truth—one that Carlos is all too eager to point out.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Warnings: none

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December 13th, 2020 - Yas Island, Abu Dhabi

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ameliedaymanupdates: More of Amelie at the Yas Marina Circuit for the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix today! 🏁✨ As always, she’s here supporting her family and friends for the season finale. Looking effortlessly stunning in the paddock—our queen never misses! 👑💙

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f1tea: She’s hereeee!! Our paddock princess never misses a race! 👑

f1drama: Ugh, why is she always here? She has nothing to do with F1. → lanmelie: @f1drama babe, she’s literally been part of this paddock since she was a kid, sit down.

f1tea: At this point, Amelie in the paddock is basically a tradition 😌✨ → speedyboi44: @f1tea She’s been coming for YEARS, and people still act surprised lmao.

mclarensimp44: I swear she spends more time at races than some actual drivers 💀 → formulanerds: @mclarensimp44 she’s literally been here since she was a kid 💀 she’s basically honorary grid royalty.

landolover4: Why do I feel like we’re gonna get another blurry-ass pic of her and Lando standing suspiciously close?? 👀

daymanstan: Amelie looking GORGEOUS as usual. I need the outfit details ASAP! 🔥 → ameliedaymanupdates: @daymanstan Prada confirmed for the bag, still waiting on the full fit deets 👀

lanmelieforever: Y’all I’m getting tired… HOW are they still “just friends” when Lando gets all stupid and smiley around her?? 😭 → formulafeels: @lanmelieforever fr, the way he looks at her like she hung the stars… this is pain.

ameliehater99: She’s so desperate to be relevant in F1, like girl go back to acting 💀

daymanfanclub: She looks so good wtf?? Who let her be this effortlessly pretty?? → formulalan: @daymanfanclub genetics, money, and main character energy ✨

mclarenobsessed: Sooo she’s in the paddock again… you know who else is in the paddock? Lando. You know who’s not in the paddock? Me. Life is unfair.

formulashade: Y’all are so embarrassing, she’s literally just here for her family. Let her breathe. → grandprixgossip: @formulashade okay but if she’s in the McLaren hospitality, don’t say I didn’t warn you 😏

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The floodlights of the Yas Marina Circuit cast a soft glow over the paddock, illuminating the scene in a way that made everything feel almost surreal. The race had been over for a while, but neither Carlos nor Lando were in a rush to leave. They stood outside, helmets in hand, the heat of the desert night wrapping around them. Their helmets had just been swapped—a tradition, a mark of the end of their time as teammates.

Carlos sighed, rolling his shoulders as he looked over at Lando, who was standing beside him. They had spent two seasons together at McLaren, pushing each other, celebrating together, and occasionally wanting to kill each other. But tonight wasn’t about any of that. It was about the end of something good.

—You good, tío?—Carlos asked, nudging Lando’s arm lightly with his elbow.

Lando blinked, looking up as if Carlos had just snapped him out of a trance.

—Huh? Yeah, yeah, just...—

Carlos followed Lando’s gaze, his own eyes landing a few meters away where Amelie stood with Charles, talking in low voices. She had one arm crossed over her waist, the other holding onto her phone, and Charles was gesturing as he spoke, a smirk playing on his lips. Whatever he had said must’ve been funny because Amelie tilted her head back and laughed, a sound that carried through the cool night air.

Carlos glanced back at Lando. The younger driver had barely looked at him since the conversation started. His eyes kept flicking back to her, like a goddamn magnet.

Carlos chuckled.

—You’re staring, hermano.—

Lando snapped his head back towards him, eyes wide with something dangerously close to panic.

—No, I’m not.—

Carlos smirked, shaking his head.

—Sí, sí, you are.— He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Lando shifted uncomfortably.

Lando let out a breath, running a hand through his damp curls. His race suit was still half-zipped, the adrenaline from the race not entirely gone yet.

—Shut up, mate.—

Carlos raised an eyebrow. —Why? Because I’m right?—

Lando groaned, tilting his head back. —It’s not like that.—

Carlos snorted. —Bullshit. It’s always been like that with you and her.— He leaned against the metal barrier, watching Amelie as she continued talking with Charles, completely unaware of the effect she was having on the Brit.

Lando scoffed but didn’t argue. He didn’t have it in him to lie—not to Carlos, who had seen it all before.

Carlos sighed, his tone shifting to something quieter, more serious. —Lando, listen to me, amigo. Just tell her what you feel.—

Lando stiffened slightly, looking away.

—It’s not that simple.— Lando’s voice was quieter now, his fingers tightening around the edge of his helmet.

Carlos tilted his head, watching him for a moment before shaking his head with a small laugh.

—It is that simple. You’re just making it complicated.—

Lando’s jaw clenched. He wanted to tell Carlos that it wasn’t that easy. That Amelie was the one who always pulled away when things got too real, that every time he got too close, she reminded him that they were just friends. That she was the one who had kept this whole thing undefined for so long, and yet, he was the one feeling like an idiot, hopelessly caught in whatever this was between them.

Carlos watched him, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion of the day.

—Lando, tío, I’ve known you for two years. And I’ve known you’ve been in love with her for almost as long.—

Lando flinched.

—You think I didn’t notice? You look at her like she’s the fucking sun, hermano.— Carlos let out a dry chuckle. —And the thing is, she looks at you the same way.—

That made Lando pause.

—No, she doesn’t.— He shook his head, the words bitter in his mouth.

Carlos let out a sigh, his expression softening.

—Yes, she does. You’re just too blind to see it.—

Lando exhaled sharply, shaking his head again.

—It’s complicated, man. It’s always been complicated with her.—

Carlos hummed.

—You’re making it complicated. If you love her, tell her. If you want her, fight for her. Stop standing in the fucking shadows waiting for her to figure it out.—

Lando swallowed, looking down at the ground. His grip on his helmet was white-knuckled.

Carlos clapped a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

—Just think about it, okay? Don’t waste time. You never know when it’ll run out.—

Lando exhaled through his nose, nodding slightly.

Carlos patted his shoulder before pushing off the barrier.

—Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find some beer before I have to leave this team forever.—

Lando let out a small laugh despite himself.

—Yeah, go do that.—

Carlos smirked.

—And you... stop being a pendejo and tell her.—

Lando rolled his eyes, but Carlos didn’t miss the way his gaze immediately flickered back to Amelie as soon as he turned away.

—Just friends don’t look at each other like that, mate.— Carlos muttered under his breath as he walked off.

Lando stood there, staring at Carlos as he walked off, his words echoing in his mind. Just friends don’t look at each other like that. He couldn’t shake the thought, couldn’t shake the way his heart had started pounding as Carlos had talked, as if everything about his feelings for Amelie had been laid bare. But was it really that simple? Was it really as clear-cut as Carlos was making it out to be?

His eyes found Amelie again, her laughter still ringing in the air, and something inside him twisted painfully. She was everything to him—always had been, even before things had gotten complicated between them. She was his friend, the one person who understood him without needing words, who had been there for him when he felt like no one else was. But somewhere along the line, somewhere in all the late-night talks, in all the stolen moments, things had shifted.

Now, she was more than a friend.

But even now, as they spent time together, as they navigated this unspoken, undefined thing between them, there was always that underlying tension. The uncertainty. The fear of saying too much and pushing her away.

He clenched his fist around his helmet, the cool metal comforting against his palm.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

Lando’s gaze flickered back to Amelie. She was talking to Charles again, the two of them laughing about something. The look on her face, the way her eyes lit up when Charles spoke, it hurt. It hurt more than it should have. Because in that moment, Lando knew that no matter how much he liked to pretend they were fine, no matter how much they acted like they were just friends to the world, he knew she wasn’t just some girl. She wasn’t just another person in his life.

She was the one. And the longer he waited, the more it seemed like he might lose her. And that terrified him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a soft voice, pulling him out of his head.

—Lando?—

He turned and saw Amelie standing a few feet away, a curious smile on her face, her eyes sparkling under the lights of the paddock. She was looking at him like she always did—half amused, half knowing, as if there was some inside joke between them that no one else understood.

—Hey, Ames.— He gave her a small, forced smile, his stomach flipping as she walked closer.

She tilted her head, her expression softening as she stopped in front of him.

—You okay? You look...— She paused, searching for the word. —Like you’re thinking too hard.—

Lando let out a dry chuckle, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

—That’s dangerous, huh? Me thinking too much?—

Amelie smirked, nudging his arm lightly.

—A little. You might hurt yourself.—

He exhaled, glancing down at the helmet in his hands before looking back at her. She was standing so close, close enough that he could smell the lingering traces of her perfume—something light, familiar, something that reminded him of late nights and whispered conversations.

This was it. This was his moment.

Carlos’s words echoed in his mind. Tell her what you feel.

Lando swallowed, his heart thudding against his ribs.

—Ames, I...— He hesitated, shifting under the weight of his own emotions.

Her gaze softened, her brows pulling together slightly.

—What?— She tilted her head, watching him closely.

Lando inhaled sharply.

—There’s something I need to tell you.—

The way her expression changed—just for a fraction of a second—made his chest tighten. She knew. She had to know.

And then, before he could say another word, she let out a soft sigh, her voice quieter now.

—You know... I'm really glad we're such good friends, Lan.—

Lando felt the air leave his lungs.

Just friends.

His stomach twisted violently, his heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. The words hit him like a gut punch, like she had unknowingly reached into his chest and squeezed.

He let out a strained laugh, masking the way his hands tightened around his helmet.

—Yeah. Me too.—

Amelie smiled at him, completely oblivious to the war raging inside his head. She rocked on her heels slightly, her hands slipping into the pockets of her team-issued jacket.

—Anyway, I should probably go find Stella before she starts sending search parties. You coming?—

Lando hesitated for half a second before nodding, forcing a smirk.

—Yeah, let’s go.—

But as they started walking, side by side, Lando couldn’t shake the suffocating weight pressing against his chest.

Carlos had been wrong.

She didn’t look at him the way he looked at her.

And he was too much of a coward to tell her the truth.

[aus-btler]

“Mine”

Aus!Benny Fem!Reader

This is my first fanfic, so it may be bad. I got the idea for it from another fanfic I read a while back. I also wrote this in Character AI so I could just copy and paste it here.

There’s no exact plot, by the way.

Light smut - pregnant kink - unprotected p in v - not detailed smut - romance(?)

Proofreader: myself ✨

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You knew who the Vandals were. You always watched them safely through your window as their bikes roared down the street, each passing one by one. But one particular one caught your eye.

Benny. He seemed like one of the only ones who was free for the taking. And it was even better when he moved in next door to you. You had prepared him a welcome basket, being delusional and thinking he’d fall in love with you over it. But he didn’t.

The next day, you wore more revealing clothes, trying to get his attention. It was summer so he didn’t notice. He was starting to irritate you.

For a whole month in a row you wore revealing clothes, trying to get his attention. Nothing worked. But you liked a slow burn.

Now as you sat with him in his house as the two of you watched a movie, which he’d invited you to watch, you crossed your legs. Trying to get him to notice the way your skirt rode up just enough to expose your thighs.

He was close enough to kiss you, no doubt. But he didn’t. Instead, he got up and got the two of you some more popcorn. You glanced down at your body once he was fully out of the room.

You were thinking maybe something was wrong about it. Maybe he just didn’t like petite girls like you. But that couldn’t be the case. You’d seen him admire other petite girls. Then again, they had those small rib cages and shoulders that girls were expected to have. You didn’t have that. You always looked at those girls and envied them. You always thought ‘why do they get that good of genetics?’.

You’d worked out countless times, trying to look like them. It never worked. Priscilla Presley was trending, as she was seen with Elvis. She was pretty much every guy’s dream girl. So was Twiggy. Priscilla looked like she’d just come out of a fairytale. Petite figure, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect everything. You’d tried copying her fashion since a lot of other girls did. You had felt cute that day. You felt good about it at first but when you looked at the Polaroid picture of her you had on your mirror to make sure you got the look right.. your mood dropped. She looked better in it. Prettier. Like a goddess. And well.. maybe a guy would only call you cute for it.

You’d waxed right before you came over here. Waxing was starting to trend, since it was easier (albeit more painful) than shaving. You’d held back tears when you waxed your lower lady bits but it was worth it. You wanted Benny to want you.

But it wasn’t working. Now as he came back in the room with freshly made (and freshly buttered) popcorn, your heart ached. Doubt filled your mind. Why didn’t he like you?, the question echoed through your mind.

But an hour later, something happened. He ended up kissing you. A kissing scene came on (since sex wasn’t allowed in films back then) and it turned Benny on.

So you and him ended up making love. It was so passionate.. so romantic. He’d murmured how he wanted you so bad, how he was going to marry you, all that. But the next morning.. your self doubt set in again.

He was a biker, you told yourself. Maybe he was just playing with you.

But he wasn’t.

It was a Saturday morning, Benny had wanted to watch the sunrise with you. But what you didn’t expect was that he’d propose.

Thats how you ended up here. Making out with him in his kitchen. He picked you up and set you on the counter as he spoke, his voice husky and low.

“Baby, I’m serious ‘bout marryin’ ya.” he murmured in between kisses.

“I’m gonna marry you, and we’ll have babies- oh lots of babies. You’ll always be pregnant. Mmm..”

So he ended up making love to you on his counter, conceiving you twos’ first child.

When you told him he was going to get you pregnant he smirked and murmured in your ear.

“That’s what I’m trying to do.”

So he did.

Now, you were two months pregnant. He smirked as you told him you were pregnant.

“Good. Now everyone can know you’re mine.”

He ran his hands over your child-filled stomach, kissing you deeply. He then murmured in your ear.

“Everyone will know you’re mine.”

He then lightly kissed your neck before he spoke again, his tone possessive, sending chills and excitement through your body.

“MINE.”

End

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hello my love! (Part of) a conversation for you, if you want to do something with it:

“You’re a great dad.”

“…oh.”

“What?”

“I just realized- I’m doing the opposite of everything my father did.”

My star!!! ✨✨✨ you just keep giving such good little prompts!

Morgan was at an age where tantrums were normal, expected even.

The terrible twos didn’t get the name from nothing.

She was pushing boundaries, testing limits.

Especially with Steve.

“Morgan, you can’t have another cookie before dinner. You’ll get a tummy ache.”

“Want one!”

Eddie watched as Steve took a deep breath, effectively calming himself before kneeling down in front of her and holding her hand.

“Honey, I promise you can have one after dinner. But dinner is so yummy! And you wanna make sure you have plenty of room in your belly for it, right?”

“No! Cookies!”

Eddie bit back a laugh.

Morgan wasn’t theirs genetically, but she certainly had an impressive combination of their personalities.

“You aren’t being very polite right now, Morgan. I know you can be kind.”

Morgan pouted, her little arms crossing over her chest as she stamped her foot on the floor.

Her attitude was impressive, Eddie would give her that.

She stomped all the way to her room, her little feet barely even making noise on the carpet.

Steve sat down on the floor, sighing and running his hand over his face.

Eddie joined him, kissing the top of his head.

“You’re a great dad, Stevie.”

Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed completely against Eddie’s side.

“Oh.”

“What?”

“I just. I just realized I’m doing the opposite of everything my father did.”

“Oh?”

“I never got away with tantrums. I definitely wasn’t allowed to go to my room unless he was done talking. And I never got cookies after dinner even when I was good.”

“Well, you know how I feel about your father.”

“Yeah.”

“Morgan will never feel that way about you.”

“You think?”

“I know. Sometimes you have to be tough, but she can’t always have her way. You know what you’re doing, sweetheart.”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“You’re a great dad, too.”

“We’re a great team. I couldn’t do it without you.”

“We should do it again.”

Eddie laughed.

“I thought we were waiting another year to adopt again.”

“I think we should get started now. Morgan will probably love having a brother or sister.”

“Let’s hope.”

[reverie-verse]

Miguel O'Hara with an s/o that has really bad under eye bags but can't do anything about them bcuz they're genetic and impossible to hide with makeup.

Baddies and Baggies with Love- Miguel O’Hara x Reader

For all baddies who rock the baggies this is for you guys💅🏽✨ 🫶🏽

You are all beautiful 🤩 every single one of you and don’t let no one ever tell you different ❤️

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Miguel had been in search of you. He had just gotten back from his own mission, wanting nothing more than to be comforted by you. The only issue was you were nowhere to be found. He searched through different areas of the sector attempting to find you without needing the help, but it was beginning to look like he was. Miguel went as far as checking his office, sometimes you had the tendency to hide in there in the comfort of his space, but he was unlucky in finding that you were not there. Miguel stepped out into the hall as he heaved a sigh calling out for Lyla. “ Lyla!”

She glitches in front of him, hands clasped in front of her. “You called”

“Where is Y/N?” He asked, crossing his arms, his suit still on but his mask off. His brown hair sprouted in different places, his body firm and stiff, he just wanted to relax in your arms. He wanted to see your smile, and the way your eyes light up. Lyla glitched again, lifting up her hand to point in the direction of her ai system.

“ She’s giving me an upgrade.” Lyla picked at her fingernails. “ You’re so in love” She says with a giggle.

“ Really, do you have to call me out like that?-”Miguel says as moved around her making his way towards you.

“ -You know you don’t have to announce it”

“Oh Miguel relax and go find your wife” Excitement filtered through his body, he could feel it from his toes to his head, his heart aching to see its love. He couldn’t move fast enough to get to you. Once he reached you, he saw you sitting on the floor cross crossed with a screwdriver in hand digging into one of Lylas motherboards. You were tinkering away music blasting in the air to fill the silence, you were focused. Miguel's shoulders slumped, the tension slowly dissipating. He smiled softly, as he walked over to you.

“ Mrs. O’Hara, I see you found a new hiding place.” He sits down behind you wrapping his arms around you. His massive frame engulfing your body, his arms tucking themselves under yours wrapping around your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. He watched you move each piece off the motherboard and replace them with a new one. You smiled when he referred to you using your last name now newly changed to his. You were barely getting used to that name.

“ Oh but Mr. O’Hara this isn’t even the best one yet. Next time you leave, when you come back it'll be ten times harder to find me” You tease him as you finally finished working on Lylas placing her motherboard back into her system, her glitches now vanished allowing her to run smoothly. You turn your head to the side looking at Miguel who had his head buried into your shoulder breathing in your scent. His hands and arms held firm against you. He could feel you looking at him, he smiled, lifting his head so his eyes could catch yours. You playfully but not playfully pushed his head away with your hand standing up grabbing your tools.

“ Oh no. Uh-uh. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” Miguel followed you as you tried to move away from him, playfully. You grabbed your tools making your way towards the exit.

“ No. I have to go back to work” You tell him waving your hand in the air. Miguel groans as he follows your steps as you move around rows of computer boards.

“ I don’t wanna play games Y/N.” He huffs.

“ No one is playing games Miguel. Sheesh someone’s so needy today” You chuckled. It was light hearted sure but at the same time a pang ached there in your chest. Your anxiety, yourself doubt etched in every crevice of your mind…

“All I want to do is indulge in the presence of my esposa.” He tells you as he followed the sound of your voice, you tried to lose him in the rows of computers. Only for him to catch up to you, he uses his webs to pull you closer to him. One of his hands reaches to cup your face. You turned your head to the side so he couldn’t. Miguel growled. Maybe you really didn’t want him to see you right now. You didn’t feel the prettiest and you didn’t feel the greatest either-

“Stop it” he demands of you, as he still attempts to turn your head but every time you manage to redirect his hands elsewhere or move the opposite direction.

“Stop what?” You asked. Your head and body moved quickly so that you could leave his grasp. This time he was able to make you smile as you tried to suppress a laugh. As you floated in between emotions of wanting to feel loved and feeling unworthy of yourself. Yet there He was growing irritated and frustrated all because he wanted you. Yet you still felt horrible and you tried to remain as normal as possible so he wouldn’t catch on to you…

“You know what-” His tongue is sharp as he snaps at you. Again you begin your walk trying to leave this little room of computers and motherboards.

“ No but I bet you do-” You muttered to yourself a small smile of your as you internally laughed at your own joke. You bite your lip as you turn your head towards Miguel who in fact remained expressionless. He was unfazed yet deep down you could see his annoyance. To be honest all he wanted to do was lay you down, make love to you in ten different positions, places, maybe cuddle afterwards, maybe hold your face in his hands so he could stare at you for a minute or two. But no, he’s not mad, annoyed but never mad. Stopped in your tracks grabbing Miguel’s arm so that you could bring him back to you. Your emotions getting the best of you, maybe your feelings were distracting you from him or maybe you should just tell him how you felt. No, maybe he won’t really hear you, but then he always listens…

“I-that wasn’t funny, I’m sorry.” You tell him as Miguel crosses his arms refusing to look at you, he sighs. You take a step around him so that you could stand in front of him. Setting your tools down Miguel turns his head to the side looking away from you, your hands reach up and cup his face to bring him back to you. Your hands slide down his neck, and to his shoulders then to his chest. He sighs again, one with relief, tension slipping from his body, he melts into you. His eyes looked into yours, his own giant hands found themselves cupping your face, his thumbs caressed your cheek bones and part of the bags under your eyes. Damn why did you have to look so good and welcoming. You were like a breath of fresh air and home at the same time.

He leaned forward kissing under each eye. In his mind it’s the coolest part of you, it makes you look intimidating under the right lighting, but your sweet personality shines through allowing people to feel comfortable. It was your secret gift and you didn’t even know it. You smiled as he had done so when he pulled back he held the same affection. You tend to shy away when people stare too long at your eyes, at that point they notice the dark bags, thinking you're always tired. With Miguel though he never once gave you a look of disgust or worry. Like he was right now, what a fool you were for letting your mind trick you into believing he didn’t love you because of them.

You liked that he looked into your eyes, noticing your bags and all, you wondered why he always kissed them whenever he kissed your face. “ Why do you always do that?” You ask him.

“ Do what?”

“ Kiss my under eye bags?”

“ Because I love them”

“ Really?”

“ Yes, what’s with the twenty questions”

“ I just wanna know why.”

“ I see what this is about, you didn’t want me to see you.”

“ Whaaat no, I was not hiding because of you- I was working on Lyla-” You protested moving back a step stopping in your tracks. Miguel’s arm and hand slipped to wrap around your waist to pull you back to him. “-Miguel, I just got a little self conscious, these things are permanent and I just didn’t want people asking if I’m tired all day long” He listens to you as you both walk slowly. He kisses the top of your head holding you close. He begins to walk with you again trapped under his arm. Your tools left behind, not bothering to grab them.

“ You know you can blame it on me, tell them I made you go a couple rounds in a few different positions, in different places with a little web-“

You clamped a hand down on his mouth. “I am not saying that Miguel. There’s kids around here. But seriously I just didn’t want to deal with it” By now Miguel had managed sneakily get you both back to his office, shutting the door and locking it. He was able to distract you long enough to get you siting down on the couch. He got down on the floor, his knees resting against the carpet, his hands on either side of your hips, his face close to yours. His eyes were growing darker.

“ Cariño, I Iove your under eye bags, they make you look sexy, intimidating, ruthless. When they hit the perfect lighting and a different angle. You look exceptionally gorgeous. Or when you smile and your under eye bags make you look cute and adorable. It makes me want to squish you. Well I wanna squish you in every way possible. Not the point, I love your under eye bags when you wear makeup and when you don’t, they make you look enticing. Not true you always look tempting” His head moves around, his nose gliding across your skin as he whispers to you, pulling back every now and then to look you in the eyes.

“ Miguel-” You chuckled without semi humor, you were about to redirect his comment and throw it away.

He shook his head, cutting you off “ No I’m serious. Your existence alone is worth everything to me. Not only to me but other little girls and boys who share those same features and similarly amazing qualities. Don’t-Don’t let these people ruin that. Because you have everything you need that makes you so perfectly beautiful.” He rests his forehead against yours both of your eyes are closed. You smiled though.

“ Thank you” You whispered to him, nudging your nose against his.

He nudged yours back “ Oh my Esposa, oh my cariño, the love of my life——anytime” both of you broke out into a little giggle of laughter, your eyes both open staring at each other lovely, though dark wanting gaze he had seemingly stayed never disappearing. You shook your head. Miguel pushed you over so that he could be on top of you caging you in.

“How do we feel about webs?”

“ Seriously? Right now” You laughed

“ Yes, right now, I’m dying here”

“ We are in your office”

“ So”

“ What do you mean, so?-“ within a second webbs bounded your wrists together and above your head on the couches arm rest. “ -Miguel!”

“ Whoops”

[baxxartist]

Royal au belongs to @aychama

⚠️GORE WARNING ⚠️

✨ Disclaimer✨

Nothing in this story is cannon

This au is not mine.

Do not take the characters actions to be cannon.

Waste of time

Sal was writing in their journal, they've been working on plays and stories since they were young. Sal always wanted to perform, run shows, part of them was jealous of Levi's position. To be able to perform and entertain, they remember when Levi used to travel while performing, causing chaos all the while. To Sal traveling and performing was only a dream, they didn't as much agree with causing chaos. But Sal reminds themselves of their family’s legacy and reputation. Remembering how their parents calling their writing a “waste of time” but Sal still wrote in the little spare time they had in secret, they never really fully gave up on their dreams.

Sal's mother, snarled as she saw Sal writing in their journal, ripping it out of their hands. “Stop with this useless nonsense.” She growled, keeping the journal out of Sal's reach. “I'm doing it in my spare time, just let me have it ba-” Sal speaks before being interrupted by their mother. “Time you could spend studying or training, even doing extra work or even watching over the king! Not wasting your time on these useless things!” She shouted. “I'm tired of the temptation you seem to not be able to resist.” Their mother hissed before going to throw the journal into the fireplace, Sal grabs her arm, a reaction they have never done before, Sal has never rebelled against their parents before, but this crossed a line. Sal's mother reacts quickly, slapping Sal across the face with their own journal as a result.

Sal is frozen in place for a moment, the pain takes a moment to register. “How dare you try to grab me, you brat! I wish I never gave birth to you! You're a disappointment to this family and our title, a waste of time and my and your father's genetics and teachings!” She yells as she continues to hit Sal with the journal, before finally throwing the journal aside it lands just before the fireplace, safe from the flames for now, Sal’s mother then pulls out her sword. “I'll teach you to waste your time and mine! You can show everyone how weak and what a disappointment you are!” She shouts as she swings her sword at Sal. Sal can't move out of the way in time, going to put their arms up, silently hoping she hits their armor. But Sal isn't fast enough to block the swing as their mother manages to hit Sal on the side of their face and down their neck.

Sal stepped back, as they felt blood run down their face, and neck. Looking at their own mother, the same person who now looked at Sal like an enemy that needed to be killed. They took a step back, before noticing movement on the ceiling, it didn't take long for their mother to be pinned against the wall.

She gasped for air, looking to see Shamura pinning her, holding her by the neck. Sal's mother struggled desperately trying to get out of the king's grasp, to explain herself, looking to Sal for help. Sal felt nothing towards her, they didn't have any words to say, any motivation to beg for her life, as they felt numb in that moment, unsure on what to do.

“I've heard and seen more than enough.” Shamura spoke, before tossing her to the ground hard enough for the cracking of bones to be heard, as her left shoulder was shattered. She screams in agony, desperately trying to get up, before being pinned back down.

Sal looked away, for a moment, it didn't feel right to watch this. But they looked back, watching as their mother squirmed, smirking as Shamura stabbed their spear straight through her. Watching her scream and writhe in agony as she's picked up by the end of the spear and impaled, slowly sliding down the spear before being tilted back down to slide the other way. Sal could only watch as their mother's blood trickled down onto the floor.

Shamura quickly flicks their spear, causing Sal's mother to quickly slide off the spear and slam against the wall with another crack being heard, her right leg and hip shattering at the impact. Shamura stood over her body, thinking of what to do to her next. Sal's mother didn't have any more energy to move, she was pale, and had lost a lot of blood already.

Sal watched as the blood pooled on the ground around her. Sal's mother reached out to Sal but they didn't move, not out of fear but that they knew that she deserved this fate. As Sal truly felt completely numb, watching the person they called a mother being tortured by Shamura, all they felt was relief and the knowledge that they were protected.

Sal thinks back on how she would call them a worthless disappointment, they were tired of having their mother destroy their work. Sal kept silent about their parents' abuse towards them out of fear. They were always told Shamura wouldn't believe them or even punish them for speaking out. Sal wondered what else their parents were wrong about, the same two people who trained and taught them most of what they know.

Sal watched as Shamura tore off their mother's right arm, the sound of bones cracking, muscles and ligaments tearing, hearing her scream once more and trying desperately to escape. Sal was watching the life drain from her eyes, somehow it didn't feel enough. Sal felt she should suffer longer, but they didn't say anything.

They only watched as Shamura seemed to take her and disappear. They stood there for a moment, not wanting to think about what they plan on doing with her. Knowing her suffering is far from over, before the pain raiding across their face reminded them of their injuries. Sal in that moment forgot about their journal, which now had blood stains, before heading to the infirmary. Sal knew if it wasn't treated quickly with their luck the cut would get infected.

A few hours have passed, Sal's wounds were treated, trying to keep a professional look about them as they walked through the halls, Shamura requested their presence, but Sal noticed the whispers of staff and other knights. Most left Sal alone, gave them space, but news had spread quickly, others gave them sympathy. Sal didn't exactly enjoy the attention, they still didn't even know how to feel. But they didn't say anything about it, taking a deep breath before walking into the library.

Sal looked over at Shamura “You requested me, my king?” Sal asked them, before noticing Shamura had their journal, a small amount of panic ran through them. “Did you write all of this?” They asked. Sal nods, a bit nervous. “Yes I did my king, I only do it in my spare time.” Sal responds. “Have you written any more?” Shamura asks.

“I've been writing since I was little, I have many more.” Sal responds. “May I see them?” Shamura asks. Sal looks surprised before they nod. “I can go get them, yes.” they respond before leaving the library. Sal went back to find their other journals; very few were destroyed by their parents. As they walked they felt a sense of pride and relief knowing that their king would protect them and Sal had someone they could trust, at least to their knowledge anyways.

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Hello!!!

Good to hear the antibiotics are working. How’s the infection? Completely healed or does it still have a ways to go?

How’s your family member in hospital? Doing better?

Best of Wishes to you and your family!!!

Thank you! I’m almost all healed, it’s just gonna leave a nasty scar (I always scar so so badly, it’s just a thing I’ve always had 🙃)

They’re okay as they can be! Awaiting heart surgery now, so that’s two close family members waiting heart surgery now 😭 I actually need a heart scan too because they think it might be genetic, but fingers crossed everything’s good!

Thank you for thinking of me! ✨

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Incorrect quotes

Thanks to both @the-stray-storyteller here and @gottestod-writes here!

Rules: generate incorrect quotes for your OCs here!

Carmen: Things will get better!

The Squad:

Carmen: Okay, maybe they won’t.

Carmen: But they will be terrible in new and interesting ways!

Jedi: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.

Carmen: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

Jedi: You have to teach Rose how to drive.

Carmen: ...put the band-aid back on.

Noelle: *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand?

Carmen: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list.

Carmen: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.

Robbie, throwing a pokeball at Ash: Ash, I choose you!

Ash, not looking up from her book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.

Lexi: What do you call disobeying the law?

The Squad: A hobby.

Lexi: *crosses arms*

The Squad: That we do not engage in.

Maddie: We need to distract these guys.

Akash: Leave it to me.

Akash: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Robbie & Lexi: *immediately begin arguing*

Gwen: What's wrong with you?

Noelle: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

Jedi: Remember what I told you.

Carmen: Don’t be a cunt.

Robbie: “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy” I would. Pussy.

Robbie: “I’m not gonna sink to their level” I will. Coward.

Robbie: “I’m the bigger person” I’m 150cm tall give me the gun bitch.

Maddie: Okay. Hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I burned a hot pocket so badly it could probably fall off a ten-story building and be completely fine?

Ash: Maddie, what did you do?

Maddie: Take a guess.

Carmen: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?

Carmen: A stab wound.

Jedi: So, you’ve finally arrived-

Jedi: Here to save prince-

Jedi: I’ve been waiting for this day-

Jedi: Stop skipping my dialogue-

Jedi: Seriously, stop-

Jedi: MOTHER FU-

Rose: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

Kelsey: ...

Kelsey: What a stupid fucking quote.

Kelsey: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.

Kelsey: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Carmen, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Carmen: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

These are too accurate omg

Also why does this generator love using Carmen so much

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[eternalgiggles]

GLAGGLEVATOR... 💛

(...a cross between Glaggleland and Regretevator! This blog also houses Glollyverse, a Spiderverse-esque situation that is endless.

The characters that will be focused on are Glolly and Glagmond, a duo from the original Glagglevator timeline. Here are their respective intros! (note: other characters may occasionally be featured if I feel like it. if that happens, they will get their own intros.)

Glolly!!! 💛✨

Speech indicator: 💛 A yellow heart before and after words, like this 💛

RP account: GLAGGLEDREAMZ on twt

Pronouns: she/her (+ trans)

Her deal: A variant of Folly. Glagmond is her adoptive child!

Trivia/lore (may get updated as I remember more/come up with more):

Demigod deal- of fun and chaos. Ageless. Immortal, but not invincible.

Still a dream parasite but doesn't go into dreams too much.

JOYOUS AND WHIMSICAL most of the time, but also able to be like 10x more dangerous than Folly. This side only shows sometimes.

She has her own Eternal Limbo situation known as Eternal Giggles. It is very yellow, misty and sometimes full of her own subgroup of Enphosians.

Hey, speaking of Enphosians, she is somehow both Enphosian and Giggler at the same time!

Enphosian goo allows for shapeshifting. It also might sometimes drip out of the hole in her mask.

GLOGNUT. ENTHUSIAST. LOVES GLOGNUTS. Frequently stops at Glollyverse! Enphoso's shop to beeline for the Glognuts, then hang out.

Oh, by the way, her version of Enphoso is her sibling.

Glognuts are somehow in her genetic code. Not from eating them- it was always there.

Her threshold of how many she can eat in one sitting is inflated, but not infinite. (DO NOT FEED HER TOO MUCH. It's for the good of her.. everything, really.)

Has a constant glognut status bar. Sometimes, usually from being upset enough, she struggles to keep it up and gets in a bad mood.

Created her child its own floor from her powerful abilities alone.

Mind might get a haze sometimes. It's the glognuts.

Her version of Enphoso is still a ball, but has a lil bow. How cute!

Despite her occasional violence, she will never do it towards children-- ESPECIALLY not her own kid. She will also not do it if she has a soft spot.

Her associations with Glollyverse!MR are currently undecided, therefore they are mysterious.

Her shapeshifting is full-scale, but she usually just prefers to use it for an occasional tail and hair length change. She also used it to aid in her transition!

She is able to make her voice sound like anything. She usually just does this out of silliness.

She has a yellow eye form, and a simplified glaggle form. (you will have a chance of seeing either!)

..remember the child? Well, time to finally learn about them too! Yay!

Glagmond! 💛🤖

Speech indicator: 'When they type, it'll be something like this.'

RP account: therealglagmond (on twt)

Pronouns: they/it. canonically agender

Its deal: A Glaggleland inspired OC of mine. Glolly's child.

Trivia/lore (might get added onto as well):

It is a strange type of giggler- a lab-made one. Might get into that a bit more. Wink. ;)

19. Agender, and binds regularly.

It lives within Eternal Giggles, but has also recently been given a floor that features their own misty void and living space to themself.

They sometimes help Glollyverse Enphoso behind the counter or with stocking the shelves.

They are a chill and friendly type. Definitely not as energetic as Glolly.

Glolly's powers have somewhat rubbed off on Glagmond. Somehow, said powers only do that with Glagmond, no one else.

Glagmond is only good at some of those powers. Haha. ^^'

They are largely interested in robotics and coding.

They are largely into alt styles, but ESPECIALLY scene. You can expect fishnet gloves and Gir and visual loudness and all of that!

Their form can shift, but only in some parts. This means their face can change to a certain degree, and its hands can have claws if it feels like doing that.

It has dreams of becoming an electrician, even reading about electrical currents out of interest.

Likes to work on a lot of projects related to robots and such. Lots of homemade doodads are owned because of those.

AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR YOU!! YIPPEE!!!

I just have one more thing:

[thenearsightedmicroraptor]

Hi everyone my betrothed is asleep and I'm bored, so I'm gonna review all the virtual pet sites I'm currently active on in a hyperbolic and unconstructive way, hooray and here we go

Dragon Cave:

Pros: Fun game. The majority of the userbase are out of their gourds and have never heard of deescalation, which is entertaining to watch. I like making lineages.

Cons: You can pretty much get everything now, which means to continue to have stuff to do, you'll either have to make your own fun, or start collecting offspring from the volunteer staff's extra rare special colour dragons, which opens up a whole new venue for being a weird creep towards the people making the site that you'll have to dodge if you want to be able to look yourself in the mirror every night.

ChickenSmoothie:

Pros: Fun sparkle dogs yay! Sparkle snakes and sparkle cats and sparkle deer also. The dressup feature is my favorite. Getting everything would be an absolutely herculean task, which means the game keeps having something for you to do, which is a good thing, in my opinion. People keep complaining about this fact, but I just kind of tune them out.

Cons: Didn't let me draw sparkle dogs for them. One million vicious 🦀crabs🦀 upon your house 🪄🦀✨🦀✨🦀

Flight Rising:

Pros: They allow cross-site trading with Chicken Smoothie so you can use it as a Chicken Smoothie bank account. Also they've started trying really hard not to be racist. Keep it up you guys I'm sure you'll get there in the end 👍

Cons: Dumb ass mobile game FOMO gameplay bullshit, I cannot stand her ass. 90% of the gameplay just consists of Clicking Buttons, and the rest is like, the jigsaw minigame. I'm halfway convinced they do this because people will be more likely to buy on-site currency if you make everything be technically available through gameplay, but just so annoying to get. Much more fun if you stop having goals on-site tho :)

Pixel Cat's End:

Pros: This site is just like ... what if Flight Rising was good. What if we take the parts that work and just make them good. I have nothing bad to say about PCE, it's literally so cute and all the cats have pronouns. The site is still in beta, by the end of it they can also have blue hair. Adventure system that works, resource gathering that works, the cats have unique stats and personalities. The genetic system is excellent. The dev pays me to draw stuff for them sometimes. Ask me about my pixel cats.

Cons: I accidentally started a booming business and now I can buy anything I want. My wealth needs to be redistributed, this sucks.

Magistream:

Pros: On this Petsite, You Can Get Drunk. Also, the creator came out as a woman while I was looking away and then decided she didn't want to run the site any more. Free yourself, my friend. Go, be free. Never look back.

Cons: Look. Look. I don't want to speak poorly of Magistream. It seems cruel, at this point. Magistream is like a sickly pet that the owners are desperately trying to save, and it's not your place to say and maybe it can recover, but in your quiet mind you can't help but wonder if this is ethical. They have their big birthday celebration right now, and for this biggest event of the year, we have a whooping total of 25 users online right now. The economy is in shambles. Profile pages have been broken for over a year, everyone is stuck with whatever they had on there before it happened. No one is fixing typos any more. A bunch of items and features only work on your main tab, but if your main tab has too many creatures in it, it might break the page and you have no other way of splitting it up than asking a mod to do it, manually. There's no theme to the creatures and half of them are named like prescription drugs. They had to ban the main way people got site currency because it was causing the site to lag (opening thousands of pages at once) (why was that even a thing).

Unfortunately I cannot help but think, I could fix him. I don't know if that's true, however.

The Final Outpost:

Pros: Final Outpost is kind of like, if they fixed Magistream up a little bit. Grabbing new creatures has a cooldown, currency gathering has a daily cap. The main gimmick is that the creatures are randomized, which means that you'll have to fight to get a creature that's not just random parts mashed together, which is arguably gameplay. Regrettably I am having fun.

Cons: There's just like not that much to do, honestly. Grab your gatcha creatures and then wait a day and a half to see what you got, rinse and repeat. They have quests, but after the first four, you stop getting rewards and getting to make any meaningful decisions, meaning all you get is to read a story that's maybe fourty percent about some subjects that, I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm not sure if these writers should be tackling, and the rest is just lunch, and then they might mention a creature in one scene if you're lucky. They're trying to do a big epic overarching plot, I think, and they're trying to be woke, I think, but I'm gonna be real with you all it's kind of hard to watch. Also, all the creatures are named in Esperanto, which I don't speak, so the names of the creatures simply just sliiiide right off.

IN CONCLUSION: My beloved woke up idc about doing a conclusion. Everyone go play pixel cat's end right now. Don't play flight rising.

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[strwbnnie]

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N-NAGA!BAKUGO 🐍

Naga!Bakugo who stands about 7ft tall at his full height. Thick, muscular arms crossed over his bulging pecs that lead to into perfectly chiseled abs and tapers into a massive corded serpentine tail that he uses to prep you before stretching your tight little hole out with his two slimy ✨cocks✨

do with this what you will ❤️

Kinktober day 1 and only 🤪

Ngl it took forever but I got it done lmaooo excuse mistakes I never proofread

Pairing: Naga!Bakugo x Explorer Chubby Black!Fem Reader

c/w: 18+ MDNI

chileeeee 😭 monster fucking, oviposition, tail fucking, kats has two cawks, oral (m!receiving), language ofc, Katsuki hates humans, Katsuki’s 100 yrs old at least, he’s also a lil mean but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t sprinkle a little praise here and there, venom intoxication, full nelson position, cervix fucking, girl you a babymama now 🤤 ❀ let me know if I’m missing any tags ❀

inspo behind his look lol

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Something wasn’t right about this forest, so many sinkholes and underground traps lingered around the bunker-like caves.

Which is exactly why you’re limping back to your camp. You’d lost your canteen, which meant you had no drinking water for the night. Fortunately, you had somewhere warm and sheltered to sleep.

You entered the bunker you’d claimed for yourself. This one was the least creepy of them all, lacking the furs and animal carcasses you’d seen in a couple of the others.

At the entryway you kicked off your boots, not wanting to track dirt and mud inside. The tapestry you’d brought gave you a decent amount of privacy, kept you hidden from whatever might’ve been lurking outside, however it couldn’t hide you from something already inside.

“Oi, it’s about time, who the fuck are you?” He snarled violently, tail curling around to push you the rest of the way inside. He’d been waiting on you to return all day, dying to see just who was bold enough to trespass amongst his territory.

He was huge, not only big and brutish but tall too, his head nearly grazing the cave’s ceiling as he raised up at you.

Katsuki hated humans. They were messy, disgusting and vile, destroying every place they’d come to inhabit.

So he’s absolutely seething when a ditzy little bitch makes herself comfortable right in the middle of his territory. Pinning your dumb little tapestry in the entryway, and leaving your things scattered.. neatly in a corner?

Okay whatever you didn’t make a mess, but still he’d spent days digging it out and getting it just right for his rut, only to have some human bitch trespassing while he was out collecting supplies.

“Oh I-.”

Terrified was an understatement as you looked everywhere but his face to to avoid his angry red eyes.

“You’re a..a…like a centaur..but a snake?” He heard you say. Should someone, or something like this even exist? You couldn’t help but wonder if he was the product of some freaky genetic splicing, or something conjured up from the deepest darkest depths of your monsterfucking fantasies.

His human or hunanoid half was absolutely beautiful. A very handsome face, even if it was fixed into a scowl, big muscled arms and an abdomen like a washboard. He wore golden cuffs on his arms and wrists, thick rings adorned a couple of his fingers. His body was thick and bulky, tapering down to a slender twelve foot long tail. His scales were black with splotches of tan, the underbelly that same sandy tan color.

“A Naga, dumbass. I don’t have time for ya little games, bitch. The hell are you doing in my den. Where’d you come from?”

“Your what? I’m traveling south and I just needed a camp for a few nights. Please don’t eat me, I’ll leave!” You were willing to beg the handsome creature for your life. You nearly fainted at the feel of his cold, scaly tail wrapping around and giving a deterrent squeeze.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He snarled. The last thing he’d ever eat was a disgusting human, you’d probably taste like shit anyway, with all the garbage humans ate.

Now, a deer or a big fat juicy rabbit? He’d do just about anything for. He’d probably go hunting after he figured out how to dispose of you.

“So, what should I do with you, my chubby little bunny?”

His tone was taunting, you’re sure anything you suggested he’d laugh at, but you mustered up enough courage to speak anyway.

His gaze was fixed on you, red reptilian eyes daring you to make a move. He wanted you to run. He’d probably even stall a bit, give you a little leeway before hunting you down like the predator he was.

And when he found you he’d contemplate snapping your pretty little neck, or pumping so much venom into your veins that your blood solidified completely, or even gutting you like a fish and tossing you aside for the scavengers to deal wit-

“K-keep me?”

He stared at you like you’d grown another head.

“Keep you?” He spat the words like they were poison filling his mouth. He scoffed, nose turned up and brows bunched into a menacing scowl. “Fuck are you talkin’ about?”

He’d expected you to beg for a merciful death, totally caught off guard when you suggested such an impious request.

“L-like a pet or maid..I-I can cook or forage or…please you.” You reasoned with the monster, voice dying in your throat at the end of the statement. You knew there was no way he’d let you go unscathed, so you offered up the next best thing, you hoped.

The blonde stopped and looked down at you, arms crossed over the thick trunk of his body and squeezing his deliciously large pecs together, before his mouth turned up in a devilish smirk. Uncoiling his tail, he dropped you right on your butt.

“Don’t need a pet, but I do need an incubator.” Your eyes widened when his eyes fixated on your chubby tummy.

“Incubator?”

“Yeah,” His forked tongue flickered. “Ain’t got a mate, but I’m ready for a litter.“

He slithered the rest of the way to you, pulling you right into his arms. He pressed his cool fingers into your doughy body, pulling you right up against him. “You have the perfect body to bare my clutch, so you will.”

Sure, it was contradictory. He hated humans, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use you and all of your warm holes, right?

“Either that or I stuff em’ into your corpse.”

He could smell your fear, along with the sweet scent of ovulation and it was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent alone made him fucking feral, made him want nothing more than to burrow deeper into his den and have his way with you, to pump you full of cum and then his eggs.

Which is exactly what he’d do. Make you pay for disturbing his peace and triggering his rut early.

“Gonna keep papa’s eggs nice and warm, right? Ya promise?”

You nod with so much force your head might fall off, flinching when his thin tongue flickered rapidly beside your ear.

“Good, now whad’ya say about pleasing me, Bunny?”

***

The naga is left speechless when you take the head of one of his cocks into your mouth. The warmth enveloping him like the tightest hug.

“Fuck…what a good little bitch.”

You responded with the faintest little ‘mhm’ staring up at him all starry-eyed and dazed. Your tongue ran up and down that thick vein, sending shivers up his spine.

Katsuki had fucked with plenty of Naga women, but none of them had ever taken his dicks into their mouth, too prude and snobby to commit such a profane act.

But humans—humans were the embodiment of sin, the epitome of absolute trash, and before now he’s never been more grateful for the scum of your race.

Because here you were, the sexiest plump little vixen he’d ever seen, on your knees with your tongue swirling around each of his heads, showing neither more attention than the other.

You squished one of them between your busom, fucking it with your tits while your mouth handled the other.

“Holy fuck.” The naga breathed out, palming your head to push you down onto his cock, the tip nudging the threshold of your throat. Katsuki’s mind was clouded with delirium, head thrown back as little grunts and groans were forced out of him.

He laced his fingers into your braids, the hair ties that held your bun long gone. He was surprisingly gentle, forming your hair into a ponytail to rut against your mouth.

You sucked his cocks like your life depended on it, because it did. You needed him to feel like you were worth keeping, not to be discarded after you’d given him a litter.

“S-stop.”

Of course you didn’t stop, too stupefied to even understand the command at first. The naga felt like putty in your hands, the rattle of his tail moving intensely fast, nearly beating against the ground to signal just how close he was.

Your tongue and throat tingled as you worked him with your mouth, pushing him closer and closer to a release that would’ve brought him to his knees if he had them.

“Stop…or I’ll kill ya.” Bakugou panted hard, breaths ragged and strained, giving your hair a rough tug.

He quite literally meant what he said, as much as he did want to paint your throat with his cum, you’d likely asphyxiate from all that semen.

Your mouth was off of him in an instant, staring up at him waiting for your next order. You were a delectable sight to behold. Saliva dripping from your chin onto your big tits.

He pulled you up into a sloppy kiss, coating your tongue and throat with venomous saliva. It made your mouth water, the more you swallowed it down. You were now covered in a light sheen of sweat, body lax in his arms and incredibly sensitive, signs that you ingested the poison well.

“Please! I want-I need your cocks! Need you to fuck m-me.” His venom had you slack-jawed and slurring, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Katsuki loved a bitch who wasn’t too proud to beg, carnal urges roused and ready to give you all that you asked for.

“Gotta stretch that pretty pussy if you want both my cocks.”

You nodded, or at least thought you nodded, head swaying as he maneuvered you around. Now you have your arms looped around his neck as he holds you up by your knees.

You let out the most wanton moan when his rattle breached your cunt, gasping and panting like a whore when more and more of that thick tail made its way inside.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth formed a wide ‘o’ as the rings of the his tail were sheathed deep into your cunt.

“Nice and warm.” His deep raspy voice lingers in your mind even after he’s spoken.

“Fuckkkk! I need more!” You cried out, cunt gushing more of your syrupy arousal around his tail and down your thighs.

“Doing s’good, I’ll give ya more.” He praised, fangs pressed into his lip as he slipped his tail out, rattle coated in your pussy’s cream.

Tears stung your eyes at the delicious stretch of his upper cock stuffing your cunt.

He bounced you up and down, loving how your warm, creamy pussy felt around him. With every thrust the head of his second cock bumped against your clit sending tremors through your body every single time.

He never wanted to leave the warmth of your cunt and quite frankly you didn’t want him to either with how you wrapped your thick thighs around him so tightly.

He was able to pry you off of him a little, just enough to position his second dick at your entrance.

Completely cock-drunk and dickmatized you’d probably die if he pulled out of you. You’d never been so full in your life, filled the the brim with this monster’s cock.

“You said you wanted both right?”

“Uhhuh?” You agreed to all of his questions if it meant keeping your life. Your mind was so clouded and hazy that you didn’t even process what he meant until he stuffed that second cock into your greedy cunt.

Shifting the position, he turns you around so that your back was against his front, cocks still stuffed inside as he handled you like you were featherlight. He lifts your legs up until he has them over his forearms, you’re now folded in half against him with his hands locked behind your head.

In an instant he’s moving again, holding you still and slamming into your pussy at a god-like speed. “Oooo shit.” You moaned, staring down at your bulging belly.

“You’re so stronggg.” Your praises pumped his ego, if that was even possible, the man already had so much confidence as it was. “Nghhh it’s s-so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Human whore loves my cocks?” He had the meanest grin on his face, basking in your praises.

“Yesssss, fuck yes.” You screamed, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out like a mad woman as he fucked you into oblivion.

“J-just like t-t-that.” You stuttered as you felt the peak of an orgasm creeping up on you.

It had just dawned on you, the blonde hadn’t even given you his name, if he had one.

“N-name..what’s your name.”

“Katsuki.” The Naga said, thrusts never faltering. He rarely gave his first name, especially to people he deemed beneath him. However, in a matter of moments you’d be the mother of his brood, of course he made an exception.

“Katsu…mmphhh. I’m gonna cum, Katsukiiii!” You whimpered out his name as you coated his cock with your juices.

“Oh f-fuck, what’s happening?” Your hooded eyes widened when the thick heads of his cocks pushed passed the ring of your cervix, sitting snug inside your womb and ready to deliver his clutch.

Play time was over, and Katsuki was ready to collect on that promise you made him.

Large and round, the first egg settled into your belly. One after the other he deposited six big eggs into your belly. The stretch was uncomfortable, heavy.

You weren’t even sure if you could stand holding so much extra weight. After all you’ve been through you weren’t sure if you could stand at all, honestly.

He finally lifted you off of his cocks, both semi flaccid and slowly retreating back into their slit. Your eyes were fixated below you, intrigued by the bright green slime that dripped out of your cunt but even more so by the swell of your tummy after being filled with the naga’s eggs.

You felt yourself being moved, until you were layed against your sleeping bag and few extra blankets you had brought to bundle up with.

You were drained— body covered in sweat and cum, belly stretched to capacity. You didn’t even want to think about how you looked right now.

“Oi, stay with me.” He slapped a calloused hand over your cheek a couple of times.

You floated in and out of consciousness but you kept your eyes locked on his crimson ones as best as you could.

“Did good.” He patted your head as you snuggled into his cool body, bulging belly jutting against his abdomen.

He rubbed a hand over your belly. ”S’good for me, gonna give me a strong litter.” He kissed your forehead and that’s all you could remember before consciousness evaded you.

❀

[wandersoul8]

Eyyyyyy it’s finally time to share DM-664’s new reference sheet alongside her backstory (I finally got the confidence to share itt!) hope you like it and I hope you like my beloved Kaled-Dalek Hybrid OC 💙✨⚡️

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Name: DM-664

Nicknames/Aliases: 664, Hybrid, Creature, Failed Experiment, Lightning Rod, Muto, Dalek Mutant 664, Death Merchant 664

Species: Kaled-Dalek Hybrid

Home Planet: Skaro

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Them

Height: 6’5

Sexuality: AroAce

Neurodiversity: On the Autism Spectrum

Personality traits

When interacting with 664, It really depends on who you are most of the time. Though geelllbut some 664’s traits that she tends to show the most are her aggressive, loyal, blunt, violent, and is more reserved. She will occasionally be sarcastic if she feels the need to.

She has a lot of sadness and insecurities within herself which she tries to supress whenever around others and let it out when alone and can’t be seen or heard. though she’ll occasionally let it slip.

As well as that she often tries to hide her fear when encountering people like The Doctor and honestly Davros as well when she eventually encounters him again.

Some of her lesser known traits and traits she’ll grow to have) are currently

Empathy towards others, she’s slowly been developing this since Earth and when she crossed paths with the Doctor.

Only people who manage to get to know her properly will find out that 664 is actually quite respectful to those she likes or she seems as “superior”

Strengths

- Loyal to those she supports, will go to most lengths including putting herself at risk in order to protect those she is loyal to

- Physically strong & great at combat

- Very knowledgeable and smart when it comes to her interests (Creating and using weaponry (specifically long range, bombs, and electrical weapons) Dalek Kaled History, Flora and Fauna of Skaro and select other planets)

- High endurance levels to physical pain, especially high voltage electric attacks/shocks thanks yo the experiments she was put through.

- She also has a natural tolerance to some radiation

- Self Aware of her actions & has her own moral compass

Weaknesses

- Suffering from Long Term Mental Illnesses being Deppression & PTSD

- Forced emotion suppression that can lead to extreme anger outbursts and mental breakdowns

- 664 can be incredible destructive both to herself and to others and at times is often merciless

- can *rarely* handle and process compliments from anyone, especially her superiors (or those she sees as above her)

- Struggles trusting others as she is well aware that most either try to use her for something or backstab her. It takes a while for her to trust a new ally/friend fully because of that

- Despite having skills in the weaponry field, she isn’t very good at using heavy weapons while in battle as they are “too slow” for her to use

- 664 while holding respect for Davros and other Daleks, she does genuinely fear them from time to time

Goals/Wants/Needs:

- To die in a way that she seems “honourable”

- Somewhere to belong & feel welcome

- To be seen by those who know of her as more then just a failed experiment (wants to be seen as powerful & reliable)

- Getting some form of vengeance on those that have betrayed her

- For Davros to recognise her notable achievements & for him to see her as one of his own

(Keep In mind that while Davros has grown fond of 664 over time due to her ability to survive, her loyalty, and skills in weaponry & combat. Even though they haven’t interacted in a long time- when they do eventually cross paths, He’ll rarely show it as it would be considered “weak”)

Backstory:

DM-664 is a genetic experiment created by Davros on Skaro a few years before the Time War broke out. The Hybrid was supposed to appear more Dalek then Kaled.

Due to unknown circumstances she ended up resembling more like her a Kaled Ancestors.

Despite her mindset and speech was more like that of a loyal Dalek.

Following the first days of her existence, DM-664 was experimented on daily by Scientific Daleks as well as Davros and endured many kinds of experiments such as bone removal, replacement and implantation (including one that prevented 664 from screaming even though she always stayed silent), fusing Dalekanium into her bloodstream, and was even used as a live subject for some weapon testing.

664 though, was able to somehow endure it all.

664 was also used as a scapegoat for Davros, and often would get struck on the back from afar by his electrical manipulation which is where she got the lightning flower burns on her back from.

She was also put into areas with other Dalek experiments that would always try and kill her and each other.

After a few more years The Dalek Empire at the time had no more use for her & exiled her into the radioactive wilderness of Skaro which actually turned out to be much better for her in some ways.

During the time she was there she taught herself how to scavenge for small insects & create primitive weapons such as spears & daggers to hunt out of bone that would be used for hunting.

It didn’t all go well though as she did get sick when she had to drink the poisoned water.

the adapt in the different biomes as well as functioning on limited resources.

She traveled a lot in the span of 2 years, even coming across ancient wreckage from the 1000 year war, especially weapons, which sparked her interest in both Skaro's history and weaponry.

664 continued her journey along Skaro and eventually came across a small Thal colony camp (6-10 Thals) that was secretly trying to monitor what was going on in the Dalek city from a distance.

664, despite everything she had been put through was still extremely loyal to the Daleks, devised a plan and eventually took them out mercilessly one by one using the weapons she had created from the bones of animals she had previously hunted. She then raided the camp for what she needed and left.

Eventually the rotting bodies and raided camp from the small Thal colonies got found by a few Daleks while on patrol in the wilderness. A few days after the discovery they were able to trace the cause of the Thal’s deaths back to DM-664.

The higher ups decided that 664 could prove some use to The Daleks.

She was eventually located & was found mildly injured with a broken leg not far from a cliff face.

She was taken back to the city, healed , questioned, cleaned & after 2 weeks of having some of her more “feral” like behaviour being “corrected”.

DM-664 was questioned again & then given a small cell to live in within Davros' lab as well as getting her own custom Dalek like amour and a custom modified gunstick as her new weapon.

From there, she didn't do too many notable things aside from getting frequently used as a test subject and would occasionally be allowed to help Davros out.

She also got proper training on how to use her gun properly and other forms of Dalek weaponry.

At the time, the Daleks didn't have too much of a use for DM-664 just yet.

So they decided to cryogenically freeze her and store her on one of their more secure ships until she had some form is use.

Davros, at this time has actually began to slowly grow fond of 664 due to her interest in weaponry and her survival abilities, though it was never shown.

He ends up giving 664 his sonic screwdriver by slipping into the chamber 664 was stored in while she was unconscious, as he believes that she may get more use out of it.

About 1000 or so years, right at the very end of the Time War. DM-664 is unfrozen & re-awoken.

While she was little confused about the sudden appearance of the sonic screwdriver, she kept it close to her.

She then gets briefed about the current situation and then is put straight onto the frontlines in Arcadia.

Her purpose there was to back up Dalek squadrons and to take out powerful gun towers used by the Time Lords.

Towards the final days of the war, while patrolling with 3 Daleks. They cross paths with the War Doctor who kills all 3 Daleks instantly, leaving 664 the only one standing.

Confused the two stare at each other waiting for one to attack the other for a minute before 664 silently retreats in the other direction confused as to why he spared her life.

On the last very last day of the Time War. 664 having an instinct that things will get much worse from here decides to check out and see what sort of technology from some of the fallen.

She scavenges a small emergency temporal shift device from a casing of a dead Dalek and while toying around with it, accidentally activates it, sending her to Earth in the 2010's.

Unknowingly to 664, the temporal shift device she activated was slightly damaged was able to sub-consciously open her mind slightly to new, “impure” emotions.

DM-664 ends up detained, gun confiscated, & stranded inside an Extra-Terrestrial Detention Centre run by UNIT’s Australian Branch in Melbourne. Thankfully due to 664 looking more like her Kaled Ancestors, she was able to deceive her captors into believing she was something else more humanoid.

Over the span of 8 years, she and many other detained aliens that were considered “low risk” by UNIT were put on a study/re-educational like program where they were made to learn about Human societies & history & other misc skills.

One day, The Doctor eventually gets word about this UNIT run detention centre in Australia and decides to show up to try and put a stop to the operations of the centre, unexpectedly crossing paths with DM-664.

The Doctor confronts and exposes 664’s Skarosian origins in front of UNIT & the other captive aliens.

This news caused mass panic from the UNIT soldiers & a riot from the captive aliens.

While the masses were distracted, 664 and a couple of other aliens slip out of the crowds and head towards the highly secured room where their confiscated alien technology is stored, attacking anyone that tried to stop them.

664 was able to break into the room & retrieve her gun while the other aliens with her armed themselves too and they continued with their escape attempt. Unfortunately the escape attempt was foiled as the Doctor was able to calm both UNIT and the rioting aliens down.

664 and the few aliens with her were located and reluctantly surrendered.

The UNIT centre admins after all of the chaos decides that 664 was “too dangerous” to be held in the centre and they forced the Doctor to take 664 with him in the TARDIS.

The Doctor was open to the idea, though 664 reluctantly agreed and left with what little belongings she had.

She ended up traveling with the Doctor & his small group of companions for a number of years. Seeing new worlds, crossing paths with new enemies,as well as gaining some allies/friendships.

Eventually 664’s time in the TARDIS ended after an unexpected encounter with multiple incarnations of the Doctor and some Daleks shook this current TARDIS team & left DM-664 more traumatised after it had finished.

The Doctor ended deciding that it would be best to say goodbye to 664 for now.

He ended up leaving 664 on a quiet habitable alien forest like planet known as Icarro that was uninhabited by any alien civilisations, only a few species of animals.

DM-664 while still mentally recovering from everything that has happened before, began to take on this new stage of her life & see where it would take her.

[ace-oreos]

Headcanons for vortex?!!!! Pls!!!

ANON I am beyond excited to do this 😁 but for the sake of everyone following this blog this will be an exercise in self-restraint I promise

but what if my fingers were crossed

A Non-exhaustive Completely Unorganized Questionably Moral Conglomeration of Headcanons For Vortex

designation is Alpha-71 because I think I'm funny for having it mirror Alpha-17's

shy. shy boy. part of it is general wariness towards everyone due to his experience on Kamino (more on that later) and part of it is just his nature.

to go along with that I've started headcanoning that his voice is... surprisingly soft?? sort of a quiet, flat voice with hints of Concord Dawn underneath

but when he was a cadet Vortex 100% had a Zuko rasp and you cannot take that away from me

also, he prowls. He's very light on his feet for an Alpha ARC and he walks like a cat - wound up tension, ready to react at a moment's notice

super ticklish on his sides especially

it's ✨ Kamino time ✨

I am a horrible person

aNyWaYs

Vortex was born (or decanted, whichever you prefer) blind in his left eye

so the Kaminoans being the Kaminoans thought this was not so good but instead of terminating him they opted to use him for experimentation under the guise of studying possible genetic aberrations that could appear in later batches

so he was isolated for a lot of his childhood

some of the experimentation was for the aforementioned reason but a good portion of it was mental experimentation as well

I need to work on specifics but in short Vortex had a rough time as a cadet

one of the most distinct scars from his childhood is a jagged spiral shape just above his heart

he painted the spiral in the same spot on his armor after he left Kamino

he has a black and gold armor scheme - black for justice, gold for vengeance according to Mandalorian culture

to make up for his impaired vision he has a system set up in his helmet that essentially gives an audio cue when there's an enemy/life form approaching on his blind side

when he doesn't have his helmet on, he tends to angle his head to the left

sleeps with his good eye up unless around someone he trusts completely

he and Alpha-17 are ride or die. bffs. will wallop each other with pillows but murder for each other the next moment

uhhh they met on Kamino and uhh,, probably got assigned to overlapping missions at some time later on? I need to work on how/why Vortex trusts him so deeply but he does and Alpha is one of the few people Vortex will let his guard down with

personality-wise, Vortex is much more gentle and good-natured than people expect. A lot of his volatility comes from his time on Kamino

on the off chance he has the opportunity to get a full night's sleep it generally doesn't happen. he has a lot of nightmares about Kamino

on a lighter note, he will find a warm spot to take a nap. he's a cat.

curls up in a ball when he sleeps

specializes in covert operations and is generally deployed as an assassin

knife boi. he likes his knife.

there's a good chance that 90% of his conversations with Alpha are conducted in Mando'a. even though he was routinely pulled out of training by Kaminoans for whatever new game they'd invented he still picked up a lot of it from Jango/the other Alpha ARCs

I have a few post-Order 66 ideas for him floating around but that should probably be a separate post which I am more than willing to make if anyone is interested 👀 at least one of them is a happy ending

I love Vortex a lot for the complexity of his character (which I know I didn't talk a whole lot about here) so if anyone has questions about him PLEASE feel free to send them I am more than willing to answer them!

[wheredafandomat]

“Till death do us part”

A/N: Thought I’d do a quick Halloween fic ✨ hope you like // italics are flashbacks

It was finally that time of the year. Halloween. For normal mundane people, Halloween was dressing slutty for a party, underage drinking or giving out sweets to children. How fun. If you were an Avenger, Halloween was preparing weeks in advance for something that was selected via a ‘spin the wheel’. Last year, the avengers were allowed to travel to Asgard with Thor and Loki. Loki had originally invited you to come but then to Loki’s chagrin, Thor extended the invitation to the rest of the avengers. It was definitely a night to remember. Drunken karaoke whilst an intoxicated Loki declared his love to you via a song.

“Go Loki, go Loki, go Loki” a besotted Clint cheered smacking the glass of his seventh Asgardian mead into Thor’s

“Y/n I think he’s looking at you” Natasha chimed in watching Loki’s movements as he began telling the crowd to be quiet

“Shhh shhh SHH SH shh” Loki hushed putting a finger to his lips and interrupting the song before singing again but slower, quieter, more sensual like it was meant for your ears only.

“I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger: når kommer du hjem?”

You watched in awe as you felt the space around you fading away. In this moment it was only you and Loki. You could only see him, only hear him.

“Men trærne de danser

Og fossene stanser

Når hun synger, hun synger

Kom hjem

Men trærne de danser

Og fossene stanser”

You felt as if your heart was glowing. You were convinced that if someone could see it, they’d be blinded by the rays of love, adoration and tenderness that you felt towards Loki. You had always been close but you felt your platonic feelings for him mutate into something romantic. You didn’t know he felt the same until now.

“When she sings she sings come home. When she sings she—”

Loki was cut off by you running into his arms and capturing him in a passionate kiss which he instantly returned. Cheers and praises could be heard from the crowd as you and Loki kissed your confessions away.

This year’s Halloween was going to be different. For starters, the avengers were still on Earth. Three weeks ago, it was time for spin the wheel. This year, it fell to Steve who was hoping for a quiet one. Crossing his fingers, he spun the wheel to be disappointed by it landing on-

‘Code the freaking purge’

“Tony, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s code the freaking purge?” You asked giggling

“So, I managed to snag some of those little capsules from the mission we done last week” he explained watching your brows furrow “me and Banner managed to replicate the genetic code of them and—”

“Don’t get all technical with me Stark just tell me what it does” you interjected

“12 hours immortality” Bruce interrupted shaking his hands, warranting a gasp from everyone.

“So what does that mean for us?” You questioned sceptically looking at Tony’s manic smile

“It means code freaking purge. We’re all going to take one, hunt each other down and whoever makes it back here, the least damaged, wins a prize” he explained quickly moving his hands frantically clearly excited to have a solid excuse for blasting Loki into the air with no repercussions.

“And it’s good for team morale” Bruce added standing up and walking next to Tony

“Team morale?” Steve queried

“Well it’s earths mightiest hero’s fighting earths mightiest hero’s. Can’t get better than that” you quipped standing up and joining Tony and Bruce.

“And a god” Loki added teleporting next to you

“And me” Thor shouted entering the room causing you to turn to him and point to your ear in a scowl

“Y/N, that literally didn’t make any sense but I’m in” Natasha added walking towards the group beginning to form

One by one, everyone agreed. This was going to be a night to remember.

Three weeks had passed and the team had individually thought of their plans of attack and where they were going to hide. The night before Halloween, everyone got ready to start the purge. They all listened intently when Tony explained the rules.

“So, we have until midnight to get as far away from here as possible and basically try not to get attacked until we’re back here at midday?” You clarified looking at Tony who now wore his new Iron man suit.

“Yes, and do try and get as far away from the city as possible, I really want to try out these new blasters” he replied looking directly at Loki who swallowed thickly. He was nervous. Very nervous. He wrapped his arm around you tighter as Tony’s gaze didn’t leave his until you noticed and gave Tony a warning glare. It was his turn to swallow thickly.

Returning to his room, Loki quickly unlocked his draw to look at the small emerald box that contained his promise to you. He was going to propose to you tomorrow night at the party. The game would last until midday and then everyone would come home, relax and get ready for the Halloween party later. Last Halloween, Loki vowed would be his last without you by his side. He knew that midgardians usually solidified this promise with a ring so he ensured he got one. This one of course was special. It was enchanted. Locking the draw back, Loki thought about how he’d ask you. Maybe he’d bring up the concept of you being immortal tonight, it was the perfect time.

It was 10PM meaning you all had 2 hours to leave the city and get as far away from everyone as possible which is easy when your boyfriend is a God who can teleport. Standing in the lobby, you and the team all relayed the rules again and cleared up any confusion. You all had a watch on so you knew exactly when you’re immortality would run out. You looked around at everyone. The team. Family. Each and every one of them were family. You remembered when Steve and Bucky would cook with you in the kitchen. How Natasha was always like a big sister. How Thor was the brother you’d always wished for. Tony was like your dad and he had saved you countless times. Banner was well green at this point and staring down Loki.Loki. The love of your life. You smiled and grabbed his hand before surveying the group again. They were now your enemies you thought trying to give them all an intimidating glare. You were all given your pill that you were not to take until midnight and dismissed but not before Banner the Hulk launched at Loki.

“Hey hey hEY HEY” you shouted standing in front of Loki “The sun won’t only get low, it’ll never rise again for you if you kill my boyfriend Hulk. Stand down” you ordered crossing your arms.

“B-but puny god” Hulk sulked pointing at Loki

“Never mind darling, the beast clearly isn’t—” Loki was interrupted by you stepping out of the way giving the Hulk an opening. Quickly grabbing onto your arm, Loki teleported you both away.

“Ready for a night you won’t forget?” Loki asked suggestively moving his eyebrows as you both landed down the road form the compound.

“Surprise me your highness” you winked wrapping your arm around his

A/N: Hope you like it so far, there will be another part ✨

[argarath-snep]

Minecraft mod ideas!

Pet House This mod brings a change I think should be in vanilla, ROAMING PETS!

I know there are mods out there that already do that, but I still think they do too little, what I want to do is make them have the ability to roam around a point and not get too far from said place! Imagine you make your nice house, you place your bed down and now your pet kitty will just roam around that bed until you call them to go exploring! No more leaving your cat forever sitting down by your bed to not run the risk of losing them! I also would love to have a thing like a pet bed block that looks just like a wool block so that the builders can make these glorious pet houses to their babies! Imagine a colourful room with fluffy interior for your pets! or a big luxurious bed for your little prince of darkness Mittens! Another thing I would like add to the mod would be commands. What do I mean by commands? I mean being able to train your pets to follow a simple command when you "say it" out loud in the game! You write a message like "Tamagochi, sit!" and your bupper will sit down without you needing to go all the way to them to right click. And while where talking about right click, we scrap the normal thing and add petting your pets when you right click them! We need to be able to pet the kitty, bupper and even the lil screechers we call parrots <3 And the last thing I would like to add to the mod is... Making other mobs your pets!! Why not have a pet cow? They are so smart and kind and cuddly too!! Who wouldn't love a loyal chicken to follow you around and just be a fun little creature with you? Maybe even give a lil moss to that creeper that just hangs out around your house and make them your friend! They're just too shy to come greet you!

Plants mod (I literally have no idea what to call it, sorry)

This mod I know I wouldn't really have the ability to make unless I had some actual classes but I'll try it anyway some day. So! What is this? It's a mod that adds plants that give you resources (how original...) but this time you will not just make them the perfect genetic version of them, no no, this time you'll make their growth place suitable for the plants you get! How? with green houses of course!!! My idea was based off the annoyance of every x thing giving you resource mod making genetics the be all and end all of making the resources easy to obtain. Why not make it so that you need to build a greenhouse on the nether for that nether plant that gives you magma cream? Why not make a cold greenhouse with very dry air infused with 🎇magic✨ to grow some diamond plants? We can do much more than just Übermensch of plants (punching a nazzi is always right), and with a way to make your own greenhouse, it would also incentivize building! In a building game!! Look at that!!! The even bigger goals for this mod would be integrating some of those crazy cool things from terrafirma craft, like seasons, climate depending your coords (like having the equator be at X=0 and going further away from it makes the temps lower and stuff) as well as dirt nutrition levels! The really crazy goal would be to even integrate some ecology somehow like making the place you grow your plants be good for insects makes the plants grow better, so you are incentivized in making your farm as good for the environment as possible! I know this isn't as big of a change to the other plant mods, but I am just so tired of the excruciating grind of cross breeding plants/bees to make them be the best possible one instead of making their place be good for them to help them flourish. I'm not a good builder at all, but even I know that these mods incentivize not building places for your things, they incentivize making it all either in the open or inside an ugly dirt/stone cube, we need more things to make us want to build in this building game!

Anyway! This was all for now!

I hope I inspired some of you somehow, and I hope I can learn to make at least some of these things myself. Please feel free to discuss and send your ideas I would love to hear what others think of these, and my BF could def use a break from me constantly talking his ear off with these ideas lol Have a great day everyone!

Gah I wanna make minecraft mods but sitting down and learning java can be harder than actually learning java for me ;-; If anyone is interested I'll be posting the mod ideas I have and I will try to make them, but if anyone is interested in making them please go ahead and just give me an @ so that I can watch and even use the mod cause they've been living rent free in my brain for the last few months actually