#gost problem

[sweetchimera-art]

Get haunted, idiot

[synthaphone]

arbitrarily made my neosona my gourmet pet on virtu.pet, and today i finally restocked the last merifoods gourmet i needed

[wherela]

one of those crying in the shower kind of days

[graveyardcat7]

legal obligation of all my dearest friends and mutuals to send me any fat gerry delano art they see bc if anyone else has the same frighteningly large brain as i do i MUST see it

[chubgosty]

Happy Pride 2 Electric Boogaloo

[moonydustx]

Hey, Brazilian here!!! Can you write about Law x Sick!Reader?

Oi oi! Mais um dia, mais um atraso om os pedidos. Primeiro, muito obrigada pelo seu pedido <3 Aqui e aqui temos algumas histórias sobre Law x Sick!Reader. Mas como é quase irresistível escrever sobre nosso pirata favorito, hoje eu trouxe mais uma. Espero de verdade que goste!

And here’s the translation: Hi Hi! Another day, another delay with orders. First, thank you so much for your request <3 Here and here we have some stories about Law x Sick!Reader. But since it's almost irresistible to write about our favorite pirate, today I brought one more. I really hope you like it!

Requests are back soon, don't give up on me!

one piece masterlist

The isolated

Law x Sick!Reader (F!Reader)

warnings: idiots who don't know how to show their feelings, maybe there is a wrong use of DF, certainly medical errors because I'm not very good at writing this topic.

The sun shone brightly outside the Polar Tang, matching the summer island you had stumbled upon. Beaches, parks, and even a small forest trail awaited you, and despite Bepo's grumbles, it promised to be a good time to relax.

"Are you two staying here?" you adjusted your backpack on your back and stopped beside your captain. "There's so much to do."

"I only leave here to buy ice, or ice cream." Bepo, sprawled on the deck, grumbled. Your eyes soon turned to the captain's.

"And you?"

"Maybe I'll go to the city later, need to buy some things." he said, assessing you from head to toe. "Aren't you going to the beach with them?"

"Not really. From what I saw, there's a pretty cool trail to hike, I can take the opportunity to get some new herbs."

"Hm, alright." he replied, returning to contemplating Bepo suffering in the heat.

"Any problem, Captain?"

"No, nothing serious." Lie. The invitation for you to accompany him on the small visit to the city lingered on his lips, but apparently, it would stay there. "Enjoy your trail."

"Thanks, Captain! I'll be back before the end of the day."

You disembarked from the ship without further difficulties, following the small map you had bought earlier. On the Polar Tang, Law watched from afar as you walked away. He held a certain fondness for you - one you would never suspect - making it difficult for him to approach. Despite the shared breakfasts and the plant and herb lessons you gave him, which he insisted on attending despite knowing most of the content already, he enjoyed being with you. It was a pity he didn't know there was a reciprocal feeling on your part.

On the other hand, you even expected an invitation to accompany him, but just as he didn't seem very interested in being on your trail, he also didn't seem interested in your company. The hours passed without end, and with each passing moment, you grew more and more exhausted. Even before the sun set, you were already making your way back up to the Polar Tang.

"What the hell happened to you?" Shachi was the first to ask, catching your attention as you headed towards the submarine's interior.

"What the hell what?" you looked over, seeing nothing abnormal except for the fatigue and heat in your body, likely from all the walking.

"We better call the captain." Jean Bart advised and didn't wait for a response, running further into the submarine.

You tried to see something in some reflection as you watched your colleagues avoid you as if you carried the plague within you. Your irritation with your friends was replaced by concern as soon as Law saw you. You expected a scolding, you expected some acidic comment from him, but you didn't expect the lack of words, except for the ones that made you teleport with him straight to the medical ward.

"Captain, what's happening?" you stumbled backward as he guided you not so gently to a stretcher.

"Open your mouth." he completely ignored your question, and you could tell he was more worried than usual, so you just obeyed. With a small flashlight, he checked what you believed was just your throat. "Can you breathe normally, have you felt anything?"

"I'm just a bit tired, that's all. I don't understand all this fuss." you grumbled.

Only then did Law realize that indeed, you knew nothing of what was happening or why everyone had practically become concerned. Looking for a mirror and finding it impossible to find one in the medical ward of the Polar Tang, he grabbed a small sterilized steel tray and passed it to you, indicating that you should look at yourself.

"What?" your cry echoed through the enclosed room. Your face, neck, and every piece of skin you could see were adorned with red and swollen lumps. "Law, what's happening to me?"

"At first, I thought it might be an allergic reaction. But with unobstructed airways, I rule out that possibility, given the size of these lumps, if it were an allergy you shouldn't be breathing." he touched your face, gently turning it from side to side.

"And you're speaking so calmly?"

"If I spoke more agitatedly, you'd get nervous, your body would pump your blood faster, and if it were poison it would only take a few minutes for you to drop dead here." again, that calmness in dealing with serious matters infuriated you. "It might be that," he muttered to himself.

"Poison? Am I poisoned?" you stood up and immediately stumbled, leaning against his arms. "Am I going to die?"

"Probably, maybe, and no." he helped you sit back down. "Just give me a minute, I suspect what it might be."

He disappeared from your sight, and immediately, it was as if exhaustion dominated your body. You allowed yourself to lie down and wait for a few minutes. When your eyes were already heavy - even though less than five minutes had passed - you saw him appear with a book in hand.

"Can you stand up and take off your clothes?" he asked, seeing you nod, even though it took minutes just for you to stand up.

Remaining only in underwear, Law took care not to touch your body disrespectfully. The lumps already occupied almost your entire skin, giving him some trouble finding what he needed. After turning you around a few times and bending down to see better, he unfortunately found what he suspected.

"Here!" he pointed to the side of your body and again picked up the small steel plate that served as a mirror. As soon as he showed you, you could locate two red dots. Law then stood up and took the book he had brought. "It's a type of bug common on this kind of island."

"And what does that mean?" you leaned on the cot, not bothering to put your clothes back on.

"Well, it's going to be a few difficult days, and I'll need to isolate you from the rest of the crew, but you'll be fine."

"What do you mean by difficult days?" you tried to grab his book, but he didn't allow it. The way the symptoms were written was much scarier than it should have been in reality, at least that's what he hoped.

"Some symptoms are quite annoying, but with the right treatment, in about six to seven days, you'll be cured." he explained, watching you nod slowly. "It's normal to feel a bit tired at first; you might feel a bit itchy tomorrow too."

"You said you're isolating me here, is there a risk I've contaminated someone?" contaminated you, you wanted to add, but preferred to keep the thought to yourself. "I haven't touched anyone, but you never know."

"Contamination is through fluids, so no, for now, we'll all be fine. Here, I can still use my fruit to ensure a bit more protection for myself." he closed the book and stooped down, picking up the clothes you were wearing. "I'll get rid of this, alright?"

"Can you ask Ikakku to bring something for me to wear?"

"You're isolated, for a few days, only I will be able to come here, okay?" His hand almost touched you, but retracted in the last moments. "While you're not feeling better, we'll stay here on the island, but visits to the trail will be prohibited to everyone. I'll bring your clothes in a few minutes."

Law left and left you alone for a few moments, only returning to bring your pajamas. Even though you said it didn't need to be that type of clothing, Law warned that you would still be thankful for it.

On the first day, you were completely alone as the captain made sure that no one was infected and that everyone was aware of the necessary precautions. The lumps on your face seemed even redder, and when you noticed, you were already scratching and clawing, seeking some relief from the agony crawling on your skin.

"Don't scratch, you'll regret it." Law's voice appeared, and only then did you realize that he had entered the room. "It'll hurt more afterward."

"But Captain!" you grumbled and brought your nails back to your legs, barely reaching them before he grabbed your wrist. "It's itching too much!"

"I brought this." Only then did you realize that he had come armed with things. In one hand, a small pot that from the smoke and aroma, should be food. In the other, a small bag. "Here are ointments that can help, Ikakku also set aside some more clothes and other things that you might need."

You barely waited for him to finish speaking and began rummaging through the bag, searching for the ointment. As soon as you smeared it wherever you could reach, under his attentive gaze, you didn't need to ask. It only took a single exchange of glances for him to reach out and take the ointment from you. As soon as the cold cream reached your back - and perhaps because of the gentle way his fingers slid - you swore you could melt.

"I think it's good." He returned the tube and lowered your blouse carefully. "I brought soup for you."

"I'm not hungry."

"But I need you to eat, please." His eyes seemed to plead on their own, making it almost impossible for you to refuse.

Law stayed longer than the day before, watching you eat and updating you on what had happened outside. From Shachi and Penguin almost getting beaten up by two women on the beach, to Bepo swimming with buoys and several other amenities. Although he stayed longer than the day before, it didn't take long for Law to leave you alone again.

The next morning, you understood what Law meant about regretting scratching. The vivid memory of your nails scratching your body was replaced by an unbearable burning sensation, which left you almost immobile. Except that it also itched, making you seek friction, however minimal. That morning, you were taken out of bed by Law's appearance. A tray was in his hand, and as soon as he placed it on the table, he transported two more bags in.

"How are you feeling today?" he stopped by your side, looking at your still-laying face. "Burning, isn't it?"

"Like hell!" you grumbled, and saw him laugh, as if to say he had warned you. "Can you fix this?"

"At best, alleviate it." he warned, and saw you nodding against the sheets. "But first, breakfast." His tattooed hand stretched out, and you used it as support to sit up.

Grabbing the bread and juice glass, you pushed the fruits in his direction.

"Eat too." he just waved his hand, and you insisted. "Please, Captain. It'll make me feel less strange."

"Okay, just a little." He grabbed one of the grapes and ate.

As soon as you finished, Law used the power of the Ope Ope no Mi to get you to a shower, and apparently, he had already left that isolation for you. He leaned against the outside and left you alone, washing your body. Even against his will, Law could hear your grumbles and sniffs, he knew that the contact of the water against the skin would be torture at that moment, but it was the best solution he could think of. How he wished he could take that pain away from you.

In the afternoon of that same day, you didn't expect to see him again, until once again he appeared in the room, armed with things that barely crossed your mind of what they could be.

"I-I…" he started, feeling a little insecure. He felt that perhaps, just maybe, he might be crossing the line between doctor and patient. "I believe you might be feeling lonely."

"You have no idea." you weakly laughed, accepting the package he offered. Some books, crosswords, and candies were piled in the package. "That's very kind of you captain, thank you."

"I brought more of these too." He piled some books next to you, with a glance you realized they were comics. "They help me pass the time, I think they might help you too."

"This is that story... Sora, right?" you flipped through some, excitedly. "I've always heard about it and even tried to read it, but I confess I didn't understand much."

"What didn't you understand?" he sounded almost offended, sneaking a peek at what you were talking about.

The idea was for him to just leave things there and leave you alone, but it seemed almost impossible that afternoon. Law got lost in the hours, what was supposed to be a simple explanation ended with him reading some issues aloud to you. He only realized this when he heard your stomach growl, knowing it was already dinner time.

In the following two days, you alternated between scratching, trying to avoid scratching, getting scolded by Law, and him losing hours again, talking to you. It had reached the point where Law and you were counting the hours to know when you would see each other's faces. You because you loved the company of your captain and how soothing his voice sounded when he read, or how he got excited gossiping about the "outside world," and Law felt he needed to see you up close, to ensure that you were and would be fine.

The last bout of symptoms was what worried Law, and it was when he entered the room and found you lying on the floor in a fetal position that he knew it had finally arrived. Although it meant that the illness was leaving your body, he knew it would be the most painful part.

"Law." your tearful voice called him as soon as he picked you up to put you back in bed. "My body hurts so much."

"I know, I know." he tried to calm you down and saw you curl up even more. "I promise, just one more day, and you'll be okay."

"I don't know if I can handle a whole day with so much pain." you sobbed and hugged yourself. "It hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, and-I-I don't know what to do."

He sighed, trying to think of how he could take that away from you. It was just one more day of symptoms, but it hurt him to hear from your mouth that you couldn't handle it. Just one more day, one more day, and you would be well again.

"Do you remember when the pain started?" he stepped away to start preparing a serum with medications for you.

"About two hours ago." you whispered, pulling the blankets against you and trying to press against your own body, the contact of your skin seemed like a relief.

"Okay, we have a few more hours ahead." he gently pulled your arm, and with the dexterity that only he could have, hit your vein on the first try, plugging the medication. "Maybe this will help a little with the symptoms."

Law stepped back again to get the book he had found the information about the insect that had bitten you. Most of it was that the symptoms were difficult, but they overcame themselves, and although it seemed like you were going to die, the probability was minimal. Pain and complications, pain and complications. Law finally found the topic he needed. When the disease was leaving the body, the heat provided by fire, blankets, humans could help, as well as pressure on the painful area.

"I have an idea." he murmured and began to take off his shoes.

While you were lying down, barely having strength to open your eyes, you saw him take off the shoes he was wearing and take off the hat he had on. The first thing he did was cover your head with the hat, making sure to keep as much of the top of your face covered and warm. Soon, he climbed onto the bed with you, his legs intertwined with yours, and his hands began to press against your body, promoting such relief that it drew a sigh from your lips and allowed you to stretch.

"Sorry." he apologized, his hands now pressing against your back intensely. "It's the best I could think of quickly."

"It's perfect." with some difficulty, you turned to him. "Thank you for taking care of me, Captain."

"This is my duty, isn't it?"

"Well, not when I'm a mess here, in pain, and crying." you tried to laugh, but a memory of a conversation you had some time ago struck you. "Enough, Law, you need to step back."

"And why would I do that?"

"Why do you think? Contact equals contamination, don't you remember?" you grumbled. Even though the massage he provided was the relief you needed, the last thing you wanted was to infect him.

"You're no longer so contagious. You're on the last day of the illness, full of symptom medications, and I'm protected, there's no possibility of you infecting me." he explained and felt your hand against his chest, trying to push him away. "Don't you believe me?"

"I'm a mess here, of course I'll infect you."

Instead of answering you, Law just stole a quick kiss from your lips, in an impulse of courage to show a little of what he felt and in the desperation to stop you from continuing to push him and, consequently, pushing himself out of the bed.

"I wouldn't do this if you were contagious, you know that." he simply said and pulled you closer, allowing your face and body to almost merge against his skin. "Now let me take care of you."

The last day of the illness passed faster than you expected, mainly because much of it you spent sleeping in the arms of your captain, who didn't stop for a second trying to ward off the pain from you.

The next day, you were finally free to walk around the submarine, take a shower freely, choose your own clothes, free from the small medical ward you spent those days in. As soon as you finished putting on your uniform, two knocks on the door caught your attention.

"Can we talk?" Law inquired, not waiting for the answer to enter the room. "About yesterday…"

"There's nothing I would change about that." you interrupted him, and you swore you could see a certain blush on his face. "Except the pain, I thought I was going to die."

"I would never let that happen."

"Captain?" you approached, stopping a short distance from him.

"Law, please." he corrected you. He liked to hear his title leave your lips, but hearing his name was a much more savory experience.

"Law, aside from all the pain and stress, it was good to spend these days alone with you." you confessed, seeing him nod. "Although I'm also ridiculous with those lumps that have now turned into scars, I really should have listened to you."

"Don't say that, even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be that." he refused to name you in such a rude way. "And I also enjoyed our time together."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I want to do it right." he cleared his throat, adjusting his posture and asking the question that could avoid all the stress of you having gone to do the damn trail. "Will you accept to visit the city with me?"

[a-lemon-boy]

dp x dc

Los of posts are about how Danny meets constantine, batman/batclan, or Billy. Now hear me out!

Barry (and other speedster) are causing the problems. The amount of time this mf time travels. Barry 'time travel cuz he dropped some fucking food' Allen is going to meet clockwork with all the timeline shit he is pulling. So their for meeting danny.

Barry being the fucking nerd he is. (He's a nerd you can't convince me otherwise) After the shock of 'HOLY SHIT! GHOST ARE REAL!' is is so going to ask about biology, anatomy, culture, how the gost zone works, ect.

Those 2 menaces are going to get along. Thier going go out eat a shit ton and chill. They chill (some times with bart and wally too) every wensday or some day that they are free.

Then some world ending things going on and they need the ghost kings help. They try summoning spells and circles, they don’t work cuz fuck them. Barry's asks who thier tying to summon cuz no one told him shit or he wasn't listening. Thier like 'the ghost king man!' Barry just like let me call him up. Everyone is like 'the fuck you mean call him up???'

Its great! 👍

[teamoon7]

🇺🇸: So, I was still a little unsure about my original ladybug redesign, so I tried to make some alternatives with other changes and options.

In the second Image, there are 6 different items that I'm not sure which options I should pick: shirt (purple), sleeve length (orange), 'belly'/torso (green), gloves (blue) (connect or not to the arm, like 1 and 4), shorts (yellow) and boots (red). Which one do you prefer from each of these items? (Ps.: the already "built up" combinations are not variations I already "estabilished"! I just put some options together at random so it was easier to visualize them, but you can say any combination you want. I'm also not sure if I'm keeping the sleeves of the shirts and shorts with the golden details, but I'm already certain I'll keep the parts that show the sewing). (Ps.2: I didn't include the cape just so it was easier to see all the different parts, but I didn't remove it from the costume, it's still there).

The first pic is my favorite combination, but I also like shirt 5, belly/torso 3 and glove 1...

My main problems with the first version were mainly the upper part of the body (shirt and torso), but I also wasn't very happy neither with the original boots, nor with the way the shorts were "glued" to the costume. About the gloves, although I like the og black and simple gloves (to represent a ladybug's paws), I saw someone (unfortunately forgot who it was :/ ) saying that they found it important for ladybug to have red hands because of the scenes of her and chat doing "pound it", since is has focus on their hands, I thought it was an interesting concept and tried to change a little bit so I could keep the gloves, but with red details on them. (Ps.: the gloves are not exactly above the spots in the arms, so please ignore the glove position because it will not cover the spots). Although I like the gloves with darker shades of red, I don't think it is an 'harmonious' choice if that's the only part of the clothes that has that shade (if I don't choose torso 5).

Anyway, if you want you can also suggest any other changes (like "I like glove 1, but without the golden accents) in general!! Also, even if I decide my favorite parts in this one I'll definitely do at least a third redesign hahaha (since there's a specific element I want to include on the costume in general, but I'm still unsure of how I'm doing/including it)

🇧🇷: Então, eu ainda tava um pouco incerta sobre meu redesign original da Ladybug, então pensei em fazer algumas alternativas com outras mudanças.

Na segunda imagem, tem 6 itens diferentes que eu estou em dúvida entre quais opções escolher: blusa (roxo), tamanho da manga (laranja), 'barriga'/torso (verde), luva (azul) (Modelo com ou sem relevo), short (amarelo) e bota (vermelho). Quais vocês preferem de cada um desses itens? (Obs: os trajes "montados" não são as variações que eu já estabeleci! Só coloquei algumas opções juntas aleatoriamente pra ficar mais fácil de visualizar, porém podem falar qualquer combinação que vocês quiserem. Também não tenho certeza se vou manter as "mangas" das blusas e shorts com os detalhes dourados, mas a costura é de certeza que vou manter).(Obs2: só não coloquei a capa pra ficar mais fácil de visualizar, mas ela ainda está na roupa).

A primeira imagem é minha combinação favorita, mas também gosto da blusa 5, da barriga 3 e da luva 1...

Meus problemas principais eram principalmente na blusa de cima e na parte superior do torço, mas também não fiquei tão satisfeita com a bota original e nem com a forma como o short era "colado" na roupa. Sobre a luva, por mais que eu goste das luvas simples pretas (pra representar as patas de uma joaninha), vi uma pessoa comentando que acha importante as mãos da ladybug serem vermelhas por causa das cenas dela e do chat noir fazendo o "zerou" que têm foco nas mãos deles (infelizmente esqueci quem foi que falou isso :/ ), achei um conceito interessante e tentei mudar um pouco pra manter as luvas porém com detalhes vermelhos nelas. (Obs: as luvas não estão realmente grudadas nas bolinhas do braço, então ignorem as luvas posicionadas em cima das bolinhas). Por mais que goste das luvas com tons mais escuros de vermelho, não sei se fica muito harmônico aquele ser o único local da roupa com aquele tom de vermelho se não for escolher a opção 5 de barriga/torso.

Enfim, se quiserem também podem sugerir qualquer outra mudança (como "gosto da luva 1 porém sem o dourado") no geral!! Mesmo que eu decida minhas favoritas nesse aqui eu com certeza ainda vou no mínimo fazer um terceiro redesign hashushs (até porque tem um elemento específico que quero incluir nas roupas num geral mas que ainda não decidi como fazer)

[anartisticdreamer0]

reaction images for these trying times

i believe all the admins.

(my tldr has a lovely one sentence summary of my thoughts followed by different translations of it, if you don’t want to read all of this. valid for that)

i believe the accounts first and foremost. i believe that they were hurt and abused and mistreated. i believe that qstudios has fumbled this entire situation hard. i believe that legal action should be taken at this point by the admins. and that sucks emotionally.

i also am a smidge hurt by the way things were worded with things that could come off as xenophobic. (i don’t believe that she is, just that i see how her words could be interpreted that way and it hurt a teeny tiny bit) i’m also in disagreement with some of the things that were said specifically in terms of other admins who stayed on because i don’t think it’s constructive to the conversation. as is obvious, it has deviated the conversation from what’s important, that being the workplace abuse. (to be clear i know why, it just clearly hasn’t turned out great, perhaps a mistranslation even?)

overall, believe the admins that have come forward in terms of what they went through. keep in mind that they are all hurt and human, they all seem like lovely people so i will hope they are and are just acting out of a place of hurt when it comes to some comments. they went through a fucked up and tough experience and should still be supported through this. they are making wonderful content and it’s great to see. but yeah i’ve been apprehensive about supporting the studio since the situation started and they still haven’t earned my trust enough to change my mind on that front. (like why are the figures of the eggs limited time but the globe is permanent? one of those will obviously sell better) i will still continue to interact with community and still draw the eggs and cubitos because they are not the problem, the company is.

tldr: support and believe the workers even if you don’t like everything that was said.

(i’m going to use translators for the next bit so apologies for mistranslations)

Apoya y cree en los trabajadores, incluso si no te gusta todo lo que se dijo.

Soutenir et croire les travailleurs même si vous n'aimez pas tout ce qui a été dit.

Apoie e acredite nos trabalhadores, mesmo que você não goste de tudo o que foi dito.

Unterstützen und glauben Sie den Arbeitern, auch wenn Ihnen nicht alles gefällt, was gesagt wurde.

[subacctformaribat]

Stuck (Thirty Seconds to Mars)

A maribat song fic

I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon

The more I drift, the closer I get to you

She's a ghost and the truth, it's impossible, but I love her lies

You make sure I don't find somebody new

Marinette could see Damian staring at her in the mirror,  she turned around to give him a soft smile.

"How do I look?"she asked with a slight tilt to her head.

She was wearing a flowy blue sun dress getting ready for a day out with him.

He looked her in the eyes and said with a slight smirk , pulling her in his arms. " You look lovely as always, Angel."

As he finished completing her , he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

It was moments like this one that made him sometimes forget how crazy their lives could get.

It's the way you move

It's the way you move, ooh-ooh

I knew I would stay with you after just one touch

The way you move has got me stuck

Ladybug was flirting with Robin  on a rooftop , they were on a shakeout by the docks of Gotham. An arrow was going by Ladybugs head she caught it ,and in the same moments, flipped back on the roof missing another arrow that was shot. It was moments like this one , fighting by her side ,that Robin thought Ladybug was irresistible.

Stuck, got me stuck

Stuck, got me stuck

I was lost, and then found inside of a dream (wet dreams)

Running 'round in a circle, tryna believe

She's a ghost, and the truth, it's impossible, but I love her lies

You make sure I don't find somebody new

Damian was working at a Gala undercover when he saw someone who looked like Marinette. He was not quite sure it was her , he looked around and got another glimpse. He followed in the direction he saw her go. After following her 'gost' around, he got pulled sideways into a hall and was pinned to the wall. When he looked to see who was so bold to pin him to a wall, he lost all fight as he saw it was his beloved Marinette. In moments like this, Damian did not mind being lost.

It's the way you move

It's the way you move, ooh, ooh

I knew I would stay with you after just one touch

The way you move has got me stuck

Stuck, got me stuck

Stuck, got me stuck

Ram-dam, da-da-da, dam-dam, ba-da-da-da-da

Ram-dam, ba-da-da, ram-dam-dam

Ram-dam, da-da-da, dam-dam, ba-da-da-da-da

Ram-dam, da-da-da, ram-dam-dam (away, let's go)

Marinette had a pillow in her hand standing on the couch ready to pounce . Damian had no problem being the one to challenge her with his own pillow cornering her to one side of the couch ready to catch her if she decides to leap at him. She pounced on him tackling him to the floor , as they rolled around afterwards wrestling . It was moments of play fighting like this one Damian cherished.

It's the way you move

It's the way you move, oh-oh

I knew I would stay with you after just one touch

The way you move has got me stuck

Ram-dam, da-da-da, dam-ba-ba (got me), stuck

Ram-dam, da-da-da, dam-ba-ba (got me, got me), stuck

Ram-dam, da-da-da, dam-ba-ba (got me stuck)

Ram-dam, da-da-da, dam-ba-ba (got me, got me), stuck

By a crackling fire, Damian and Marinette look through a photo album they have of memories together. It is in the memories that Damian is glad he got stuck. Stuck in the memories he shared with Marinette.

[nonuwhore]

i got a really big problem.

boyfriend!mark x leitora gordinha contém: fluff; menção bem rápida a inseguranças que a leitora tem sobre o próprio corpo; apelidos (bebê, minha garota); smut: dirty talk; menção a uso de preservativo; puxão de cabelo; bastante praise; finger sucking; menção a ejaculação; softdom!mark (?); mirror sex; contagem de palavras: 2-3k nota da autora: apesar de eu sempre piranhar pelo mark aqui eu nunca tinha escrito nenhum smut com ele, olha que doideira. pedido feito pela ask, espero que você goste! <3

Você passou pela sala, vestindo apenas suas peças íntimas, pela terceira vez naquela meia hora. Mark assistia ao jogo de basquete na TV, mas não conseguia se concentrar por conta das ondas de fofura que os passinhos curtos e arrastando da pantufa de coelho que ele te deu no último natal emitiam.

“Precisa de ajuda?”, ele perguntou e, do outro lado da casa, e quase não foi escutado por você. Cercada de possíveis looks e peças que você nem lembrava ter comprado, levou um tempo para respondê-lo.

“Não”, ele escutou sua voz também distante, mas conseguiu identificar que aquele não tinha mais cara de sim.

“Tem certeza?” 

Você ficou em silêncio e ele confirmou a própria hipótese. Andou vagarosamente em direção ao quarto e encostou no batente da porta, olhando a zona que você tinha feito. “Que foi?”

  “Não tenho roupa pra usar no casamento da sua irmã.”, sua expressão de nítido sofrimento desnecessário o fez sorrir, resignado. 

“Achei que já tivéssemos vencido esse obstáculo."

“Acho que não.”

“Mas a gente ficou o dia inteiro fora ontem. E encontramos várias opções.” 

“Eu sei.”

“Você quer tentar de novo? Podemos ir assim que o jogo terminar.”

“Não dá mais tempo, o casamento é amanhã, Mark!”, você se virou de novo para ele que te encarava também meio perdido, com a expressão de alguém que tentava pensar em algo. “Desculpa, você não fez nada de errado. Pelo contrário, eu não te faria passar por esse martírio de novo.” você riu, sem graça e ele te abraçou. Colocou seu rosto na curva do pescoço dele e segurou sua nuca.

“Você não gosta de nada que compramos? Nadinha?”, a voz dele saiu um tom mais baixo, como se perguntasse por um segredo, e do jeito mais doce possível. Do jeitinho dele. 

“São todas lindas”, você respirou fundo, se preparando para dizer algo que provavelmente iria irritá-lo, “só não gosto em mim.”

Ele desvencilhou alguns centímetros do abraço, te encarando com as sobrancelhas juntas e a testa franzida. “Como assim?”

“Mark… “, seu tom de voz já dizia por você o que era óbvio e difícil de dizer em alto e bom som.

“Não…”, ele se sentou na cama, as pernas abertas e o tronco para frente, balançando a cabeça negativamente.

“Mark” você se aproximou, medindo a temperatura da água e percebendo a irritação na expressão dele crescer. Ele puxou pelo pulso, te colocando de frente para o espelho do outro lado do quarto e entre as próprias pernas. 

“Olha lá.” o dedo apontava para a imagem dos dois refletida, a sua em uma quantidade maior do que a dele, que era parcialmente ocultado.

“‘Tô olhando” você riu mais relaxada, sabendo o que viria a seguir.

“Não parece, porque ‘tô tendo que fazer isso de novo.”

“Mark…”

“Nada disso. Você ‘tá vendo?”

“‘Tô…”, você respondeu, entediada, seguindo o protocolo. Ele segurou seu rosto na direção do espelho, te obrigando a focar na imagem. “Já disse que tô vendo!”

“O que você ‘tá vendo?”

“Como eu sou bonita…”

“Como você é o quê?”

“Como eu sou bonita. Linda.” você analisou sua forma sendo segurada por Mark, o braço ao redor da sua cintura larga e sentia, principalmente, ele te segurando como se você fosse a coisa mais preciosa do mundo.

“Linda”, ele repetiu, agora com o tom afetuoso de antes, beijando a ponta da sua orelha. “Minha garota linda”, uma das mãos puxou o cabelo molhado, expondo a pele do seu pescoço e da nuca. “Com um cabelo lindo, um sorriso lindo, um corpo lindo…”, ele continuou sussurrando enquanto te assistia pelo reflexo, seus olhos se fechando lentamente ao sentir todos os pelos do seu corpo se eriçarem em reação ao toque firme e gentil dele.

“Obrigada”, você disse em resposta, um tom mais baixo e mais taciturno do que o normal.

“Obrigada por fazer o meu trabalho?”, perguntou traçando um linha imaginária na sua nuca com o nariz e deslizando a mão pelo seu estômago arredondado, em uma apreciação demorada e preguiçosa que rumou até as suas coxas. “Você sabe que não é nenhuma mentira. Nada disso. E que eu vou estar aqui pra te ajudar a lembrar sempre que for necessário, porque, afinal, é o meu trabalho”, vocês se olharam pelo espelho, compartilhando intimidade e conforto que vocês demoraram tanto para encontrar, mas que finalmente acharam um no outro. 

Você se levantou, sentando agora sob as coxas dele, seus braços circulando o pescoço e os dele sua cintura. “Espero que isso nunca seja um problema pra você. Nem pra gente.”

“O que seria um problema?”, ele te olhou, forçando aquela carinha séria de quando você sabe que ele não está prestando atenção, dessa vez porque seus seios estavam na altura dos olhos dele e mesmo que quisesse muito te escutar, era difícil quando uma das três coisas favoritas dele estavam tão perto assim.

“Você sabe… Meu corpo e todos esses detalhes que envolvem ele.” Mark te deu um sorriso aberto, completamente estarrecido e como se você acabasse de falar uma língua alienígena. 

“Bebê…. Você fala umas coisas estranhas às vezes…", disse puxando sua nuca para um beijo lento e molhado, a língua entrando rapidamente para dentro da sua boca e em seguida sugando a sua com gosto e com tamanha sexualidade e afeto que o ar te faltou. Os beijos dele nunca falhavam em fazer isso. “Se eu tenho algum problema com seu corpo é não conseguir ficar longe dele por muito tempo”, apesar do momento pedir exatamente esse tipo de papo, você não encontrou nenhuma resposta melhor do que emitir um som profundo de nojo seguido de uma risada nervosa, fingindo que nada daquilo te afetava. “O quê?”

“Cringe”, os olhos dele se esbugalharam em resposta junto com um sorriso irritado.

“Vou te mostrar quem é cringe”, rosnou, te jogando na cama ao lado dele e subindo em cima de você, tirou sua calçinha de uma vez com uma das mãos. “Eu me declarando todo pra ela e ela zombando com a minha cara, vê se pode”, seu riso frouxo preenchia o quarto enquanto você o assistia tirar a regata do time favorito, os fios de cabelo negros tremulando enquanto ele puxava o tecido acima da cabeça e a respiração ofegante pela excitação compunham um quadro tão lindo e te mantinham concentrada no espetaculo que era Mark Lee. 

“Que foi?”, ele perguntou abrindo a gaveta da cômoda e tirando uma camisinha. Você sorriu, oferecendo sua mão esticada que ele aceitou no mesmo instante. Deitado ao seu lado, você balbuciou alguma coisa em um quase silêncio e o sorriso bobo que brincava nos seus lábios agora também tomava os dele.

“É só que… Eu te amo muito, você sabe”, a boca dele encontrou a sua, sem nenhuma palavra em resposta, porque ele sabia o quanto era custoso para você dizer aquilo em alto e bom som e ele não tinha outra maneira de demonstrar a felicidade imensa que o preenchia toda vez que você dizia. Ele sempre te beijava como se a queda da civilização fosse acontecer nos próximos minutos e fazia cada carinho valer o dobro. As mãos dedilhavam seu corpo em uma poesia silenciosa e encontrava seus pontos mais sensíveis, mais receptivos ao toque, tudo orgânico, genuíno, espontâneo. Trazendo suas coxas para a cintura, as arredondado nele, as peles se encaixando como chave e fechadura, como se elas tivessem sido feitas para isso.

Mark geme abafado pelo seu beijo com sua intimidade pressionada contra a dele. Seu calor e viscosidade que vinha junto dele enviavam ondas de prazer para o corpo todo e abrir os olhos para encontrar os seus marejados de luxúria e uma entrega plena quase foi o suficiente para fazê-lo gemer de novo. “Não sei se ficou claro o suficiente, mas eu sou completamente maluco por você.” Você riu e tentou puxá-lo para outro beijo, que ele negou, porque queria agora beijar outras partes do seu corpo, todo ele, pra dizer a verdade. Ele acompanhava seu sorriso crescer um pouco mais a cada selo que ele aplicava em sua pele, partindo do seu pescoço, sua clavícula, seus seios, um beijinho em cada um deles, resistindo a vontade de oferecer uma mordida no biquinho saliente apontando na direção dele. “Tenho autorização para perder o controle com você hoje?”

Você levantou a cabeça para procurá-lo e olhar dele carregado de ansiedade e o sorriso devasso te fizeram ceder com muita rapidez. “Deita de barriga pra baixo. Na direção do espelho.”

“Mark?”

“Confia em mim.”

E você confiou, fazendo exatamente o que ele mandou e encarou seu reflexo no espelho.

“Você vai prestar bastante atenção em como você é perfeita, tá bom? No ápice da sua beleza”, murmurou, colocando um travesseiro embaixo da sua cintura, fazendo com que seu quadril ficasse empinado. Se sentou entre suas pernas, massageando e apreciando cada lado da sua bunda e se perdendo ao encontrar os lábios que protegiam sua entrada comprimidos e salivantes. Ele te encarou pelo espelho e você o vigiava, atenta como ele orientou, os olhos cheio de expectativa e inquietação. Ele riu, sádico, e se deitou sobre você, o membro deslizando para cima e para baixo na sua vulva descoberta enquanto ele respirava pesado perto da sua orelha, te fazendo fechar os olhos e sentir todos os arrepios.

“Abre” ele mandou, e na imagem a sua frente você o viu com a expressão mais dura em todos esses anos de relacionamento. Seu corpo se retraiu com força e você ainda mais umidade na região onde Mark se esfregava.

“Olha o que você fez com a minha cueca”, em menos de dois segundos ela já estava longe e ele sentado nas suas coxas, espalhando seus líquidos com a cabecinha do pau, sentindo o calor da sua entrada e os espasmos que seu corpo dava de antecipação. Sem aviso te penetrou, fundo e com força. Todos os seus músculos sentiram o impacto da primeira e da segunda vez, e na terceira, quando ele se retirou totalmente de você (observando o quando você tinha o lambuzado) e se colocou, com mais força e mais profundidade, você gemeu prolongado, manhosa. “Porra”, ele murmurou, vendo sua expressão se contorcer de prazer e dor, os olhos quase girando em direções opostas e fazendo o pau dele vibrar dentro de você. “Lindo. Até os sons que você faz... Porra, eu podeira gozar.”

Você sorriu anestesiada se segurando na borda da cama. “Não sem me foder antes.”

Ele riu de novo, surpreso e a ponto de se tornar um maníaco, por você. Um punho segurou a raiz dos cabelos da sua nuca, te arrancando um engasgo de susto e uma contração no próprio pau. “Chupa”, mandou, colocando três dedos inteiros na sua boca. Você obedeceu e cada vez que ele te estocava sem dó um gemido vibrava nas digitais dele. Ele nunca tinha sido tão bruto com você e a cada segundo que Mark te alargava com mais e mais rigidez você se perguntava porque nenhum dos dois tinha tido essa ideia antes, já que, olhando para ele com a respiração descompassada e a tez retorcida em uma satisfação exaustiva, parecia que ele estava pensando a mesma coisa.

Mark retirou a mão da sua boca para apertar sua cintura, assistindo sua pele volumosa se dobrar sob o toque dele, imaginando as digitais dele marcadas no dia seguinte e como isso te faria ficar ainda mais atraente. A imagem o fez aumentar o ritmo e segurar seu cabelo com mais pressão, amplificando também seus gemidos e palavras desconexas enquanto sua cabeça ia para frente e para trás e seu corpo se movia um centímetro a mais para fora da cama com cada estocada grosseira.

Você sorriu enquanto segurava o lábio entre os dentes. “Desse jeito eu vou cair.”

“Como eu vou me controlar? Olha como você é gostosa…”, e você olhava, mas visão do Mark pingando de suor, fitando cada pedacinho do seu corpo, e como ele reagia ao impacto que ele aplicava, como uma homem à beira da loucura, era tão mais estimulante. Tanto que despertou sensação crescente de gozo no seu baixo ventre.

“Não para, Mark”, ele te olhou, abraçando a insanidade quando seu canal começou a oferecer ondas de contrações, esmagando o pau dele um pouquinho mais a cada vez. “Nem pense em parar, Mark Lee!” você gritou com ele, desesperada pela sensação. 

Ele te assistiu se apoia na cama, empinando a bunda na direção dele, se movimentando na mesma cadência que ele te fodia, ou seja, também como uma mulher maluca. Seu chiado longo e fino enquanto gozava, mais a expressão de prazer que foi mudando gradativamente de olhos apertados para esbulhados em um quase pânico, o fez pensar se talvez fosse o orgasmo mais profundo que ele tinha te dando. O pensamento quase o fez atingir o próprio ápice, mas antes que isso acontecesse ele se retirou de você, virando sua barriga para cima e dando a si mesmo um motivo ainda melhor para gozar. Você assistiu, ainda com a visão esbranquiçada de tanto prazer, Mark arrancar a camisinha de uma vez e puxar seu sutiã com força suficiente para libertar seus peito, massageando seu membro com pressa, se despejando na sua pele por longos segundos. O líquido claro e quente respigava em gotas pesadas sob você e o lamento tímido que ele exprimiu no final, enquanto segurava sua coxa com força, te fez extraordinária.

Mark se curvou na sua direção, buscando sua boca e a beijando meio desajeitado, ofegante, mas desejoso de sentir seu calor nem que fosse por mais alguns segundos. “Você tem noção de quanto tesão eu sinto por você?” a voz rouca e cortada pelo cansaço insistia em te informar. “Cada dobrinha, cada parte macia e boa de apertar… Droga, eu vou ficar duro de novo”, vocês riram e ele passeou pelo seu corpo de novo,  com a mão delicada, encontrando a sua e entrelaçando os dedos no seu. 

Você o olhou se levantar com preguiça para sentar ao seu lado na cama e não quis perder a oportunidade. “Mark, você ‘tá sendo cringe de novo”, você o provocou novamente, com um olhar de desprezo fingido.

Ele segurou suas bochechas em um movimento rápido que te arrancou um riso nervoso. “O que eu faço com você, ein? Vou ter que te foder até você perder essa atitude?”

[sweetchimera-art]

height chart 2

[synthaphone]

birthday gift for my good friend @sweetchimera-art of his shoyru, gost problem, and the first place Faerie Bubbles trophy that they haunt!

the smaller gost problem is because i had some of the color i mixed for the big one left over and decided to see if it was enough to make another teeny one :)

[justkyoko]

wodahs x sullivan

🇺🇲 OH MY GOD THE FANDOM OF 2 PEOPLE (me and my best friend lol) IS GOING TO INCREASE TO 3 PEOPLES AAAAAAAAH!!! (I'm so sorry to be so excited, but I'm really excited that someone else likes them too). But well, from the various headcanons I have, I've gathered my favorites, so I hope that both you and those who parachuted here like it! A good read <33

🇧🇷 AI MEU DEUS O FANDOM DE 2 PESSOAS (eu e meu melhor amiga k) VAI AUMENTAR PARA 3 PESSOAS AAAAAAAAH!!! (desculpe por parecer tão animada, mas estou empolgada porque alguém também gosta deles). Mas bom, dos vários headcanons que tenho, eu reuni os meus favoritos, então espero que tanto você quanto quem saltou de paraquedas aqui goste! Uma boa leitura <33

➔ Wodahs likes to hug Sullivan from behind, both with his arms and with his wings.

➔ Wodahs comforts Sullivan when he has a nightmare and wakes up scared, which is quite common.

➔ As Wodahs knows about the problems he has with his daughter, he consoles Sullivan by telling him to let her have some time for herself, which results in Wodahs' suit being wet with tears running down Sullivan's eyes, who is holding him in her boyfriend and in tears.

➔ Wodahs detests any kind of physical touch, but his love language is both acts of service and physical touch, as he enjoys contact with Sullivan most of the time, which is somewhat contradictory.

➔ Sullivan likes to give Wodahs kisses, especially on his eye patch, as it's his favorite place to give kisses.

➔ As Sullivan is overweight (I have a headcanon that Sullivan took his sadness out on food and, therefore, he ended up being a little overweight), Wodahs' favorite thing is to caress his belly and even squeeze his chubby, which makes Sullivan very embarrassed.

➔ When Sullivan goes to The Gray Garden, he and Wodahs spend hours gardening together, even though Sullivan isn't the best gardener, Wodahs is there to help him. - While Sullivan works, Wodahs in his free time dedicates himself to being a housewife, always taking care of meals and cleaning the environment, as Sullivan doesn't have time to even clean or prepare a decent meal for himself.

➔ Because Yagi is very close to Sullivan, Wodahs is jealous of the devil, not liking at all that Sullivan goes drinking with him. In Wodahs' mind, everyone wants to steal his precious teddy bear, because he's so sweet and kind and beautiful, which makes him angry just thinking about it, and making him grumpy, but he never confessed (directly) to Sullivan how he felt, because be quite proud.

➔ Wodahs gosta de abraçar Sullivan por trás, tanto com os braços, quanto com as asas.

➔ Wodahs conforta Sullivan quando ele tem algum pesadelo e acorda assustado, coisa que é bem frequente.

➔ Como Wodahs sabe dos problemas que ele tem com a filha, ele consola Sullivan dizendo para ele deixar ela ter um tempo pra si mesma, o que acarretou no terno de Wodahs todo molhado de lágrimas que escorriam pelos olhos de Sullivan, que se encontrava agarrado no namorado e em prantos.

➔ Wodahs detesta qualquer tipo de toque físico, mas sua linguagem de amor é tanto atos de serviço quanto toque físico, uma vez que, ele aprecia o contato com Sullivan na maioria do tempo, o que é um tanto contraditório.

➔ Sullivan gosta de distribuir beijos em Wodahs, principalmente em seu tapa-olho, já que é o lugar favorito dele pra dar beijos.

➔ Como Sullivan é acima do peso (tenho um headcanon de que o Sullivan descontava a tristeza dele na comida e, por isso, ele acabou ficando um pouco acima do peso), a coisa favorita de Wodahs é acariciar a barriga dele e até apertar as gordurinhas, o que deixa Sullivan muito envergonhado.

➔ Quando Sullivan vai para The Gray Garden, ele e Wodahs passam horas fazendo jardinagem juntos, mesmo que o Sullivan não seja o melhor jardineiro, Wodahs esta lá pra ajudá-lo.

➔ Enquanto Sullivan trabalha, Wodahs nas suas horas vagas se dedica a ser um dono de casa, cuidado sempre das refeições e da limpeza do ambiente, por Sullivan não ter tempo pra sequer limpar ou preparar uma refeição digna pra ele.

➔ Por Yagi ser bem próximo de Sullivan, Wodahs morre de ciúmes do demônio, não gostando nem um pouco que Sullivan vá beber com ele. Na cabeça de Wodahs, todos querem roubar seu precioso ursinho, por ser tão doce e amável e lindo, o que o deixo irritado só de pensar, e o deixando rabugento, mas ele nunca confessou (diretamente) a Sullivan a como se sentia, por ser bastante orgulhoso.

[graveyardcat7]

i get a new mutual and start textposting like crazy because i need to ensure to them that i do in fact have a personality and a personage i just never put it anywhere. im a person if you message me or put me in a discord server i swear

[moiteneia]

G99:

Eu estou sem AUs fofinhas pra ler ~pfvr me recomendem ~ então, estarei contribuindo, espero que goste:

AU Guapoverso, mas versão policiais! (inspirado em B99): ☾

r!Roier é um dos melhores detetives da delegacia G99, não havia nenhum caso que não demorasse para solucionar ou encontrar uma resposta...Porém, havia um mistério que ele nunca foi capaz de resolver: como amadurecer? Ele vivia no antigo apartamento de seu avô, acumulando dívidas dos impostos atrasados, sempre estava atrasado e sempre acabava com problemas por não cuidar de si mesmo e, bom, por não seguir as regras (especialmente de vestimenta, pelo Santo Pepito quem gosta de usar gravata? Além do mais, os casacos de couro dele eram bem mais descolados).

Já g!Cell faz tudo seguindo as regras, competindo sempre com r!Roier pelo maior número de casos resolvidos, ele estava decidido em se tornar o servidor mais novo da história da polícia a chegar no cargo de capitão. O único problema? Ele não sabia a hora de parar. Virava noites estudando, pegava casos ao mesmo tempo e não era incomum encontrá-lo dormindo em algum canto escondido da delegacia - para não ter que sair de lá ou ele se enchia de cafeína ou dormia alguns poucos minutos por ali.

Bom, decidido a juntar o útil ao agradável, o capitão g!Philza decidiu juntar os dois para ser uma dupla, o que ele não esperava era que dali eles encontrariam muitas respostas além daquelas que precisavam para o caso.

r!Roier iria descobrir que g!Cell não é um completo chato, mas que sabia se divertir, além de o fazer ver que haviam muitas coisas na vida além das piadas, valia a pena prestar atenção às vezes e ler os casos com cuidado, ainda mais com alguém que o sabia fazer rir. E g!Cell veria que seu colega não era *só* um completo idiota, mas...Era alguém que ele poderia contar e estar junto de verdade, r!Roier não iria trair a sua confiança nem o abandonar para fazer todo trabalho, eles era o seu parceiro.

xXx ENG XxX

I'm out of cute AUs to read ~please recommend them ~ so I'll be contributing, I hope you like it:

AU Guapoverso, but police version! (inspired by B99): ☾

r!Roier is one of the best detectives at the G99 police station, there was no case that didn't take long to solve or find an answer... However, there was a mystery that he was never able to solve: how to mature? He lived in his grandfather's old apartment, accumulating debts from back taxes, he was always late and always ended up in trouble for not taking care of himself and, well, for not following the rules (especially regarding clothing, for Santo Pepito, who likes to wear tie? Besides, his leather coats were much cooler).

Now g!Cell does everything by the rules, always competing with r!Roier for the most cases solved, he was determined to become the youngest employee in the history of the police to reach the position of captain. The only problem? He didn't know when to stop. He spent all night studying, taking on cases at the same time and it wasn't uncommon to find him sleeping in some hidden corner of the police station - so he wouldn't have to leave there or he would fill up on caffeine or sleep for a few minutes there.

Well, determined to combine the useful with the pleasant, Captain g!Philza decided to bring the two together to be a duo. What he didn't expect was that from there they would find many answers besides those they needed for the case.

r!Roier would discover that g!Cell is not a complete bore, but that he knew how to have fun, in addition to making him see that there were many things in life besides jokes, it was worth paying attention sometimes and reading the cases carefully, even more so with someone who knew how to make him laugh. And g!Cell would see that his colleague wasn't *just* a complete idiot, but...He was someone he could truly count on and be with, r!Roier wouldn't betray his trust or abandon him to do all the work, he is his partner.