#his name is Razor

[dinoserious]

eelektross transformer

[makkie-is-screaming]

Why is my brother like this

[xpacheat]

Happy 31st anniversary of this match 123 Kid Day, to those who celebrate

[yayforocs]

haha ok so i finally got around to reading that old writing i had been looking for yesterday and haha. wow.

yeah this is. Old WritingTM huh.

[nighthawkes]

I thought there was something to idea of the TMZ reporter being a cyclops who calls himself Nobody and gets killed in an act of hubris, but actually him getting told by Em Haywood, “Your loss, nobody.”  and the fact that he’s an heir to the Muybridge name whose personhood is reduced to the status of a camera is way more narratively powerful

[mariocki]

Katy Manning - in her first ever screen role, and credited as Katie - makes awful coffee and has a good nose at some industrial action, in Softly Softly: Task Force: Standing Orders (1.8, BBC, 1970)

[dutybcrne]

Do we have any confirmation on any other Ragnvindr's? Like. Is Diluc it, or are there still other living breathing family members?

[one-winged-dreams]

THERE SHE IS

also casually expositions my night elf death knight

[fanfic-chan]

Fischl, exasperated after repeating herself for the millionth time: "Razor, repeat after me. Prinzessin"

Razor: "Prin-zess-in."

Fischl: "Der."

Razor: "Der."

Fischl: "Verurteilung."

Razor: "Ver... Ver-ur-tei-lung."

Fischl, getting hopeful: "Very good! Now, say it together please!"

Razor, in full confidence: "Prinzefelin door Verurururteilooni!!"

Fischl: "..."

[beea-idiot56]

Chapter 2 - Memories like the sea

What happens when a person who has been diagnosed with extreme anxiety and had "retired" from volleyball finds themselves coaching a team full of guys who are a little too loud for their comfort(especially the ginger)?

Slow burn? ✔️ smut?❌ they/them pronouns?✔️ forced?❌

Childe x Reader Volleyball AU Wattpad Link Prologue link(Tumblr)

With a hefty sigh, Y/n found themselves picking up the old shoe box they owned. In it lay an old pair of volleyball shoes that made y/n cringe. Y/n stared at the scraped edges of the Nike logo, gently rubbing their thumb over it. Y/n longed to never look at these things again. Y/n took a deep breath as their heartbeat increased. They stuffed the shoes into the bag without hesitation. Y/n could surely get through the day without thinking about it. Y/n would live. 

As y/n walked the sidewalk to the gym, they found themself trying to ease their stomach as it gradually got tenser and tenser. Their mind traced over their plan of entrance. They would sneak in through the back door, change their shoes in a bathroom, and walk out as they'd always been there. That would cause the least amount of attention, then they wouldn't find a way to make a fool of themself. y/n found their breath increasing more and more by the second. 

They found themselves at the entrance to the huge gym. In the gym lay their future, and outside there was ginger. He had a huge smile, freckles, and blue eyes that were brighter than the sun, and he was running up to y/n. 

y/n desperately searched for a place to hide out of embarrassment. Y/n didn't know WHY they were embarrassed. Y/n just was.  "y/n! Here you are! I've been waiting for like- 3 whole minutes!" Childe spoke, running up and linking his arm around their shoulder.  "Hi Childe." y/n spoke, nervousness creeping into their stance and voice, "I didn't know you'd be meeting me. If I did, I would've come faster."  "Well, of course, I am going to meet you! As a good captain, I always meet my team and bring them in with loving arms!" Childe said. He wrapped his arm around the person's shoulders. Y/n felt their stomach grow with dread. They could deal with one person making a fuss over them but not the entire team, all at once looking at them. Y/n felt their breath hitch as they nodded shyly, their voice cracking as they spoke.  "o-of course!" y/n tried to calm their insides. Childe nodded before bringing them along, carrying the drinks y/n had previously held. He opened the door, making everyone turn to look at them as it slammed shut. It didn't take long for the entire team to rush over calling Y/n's name. 

"There you are! we've been waiting for you for so long!" Venti smiled as he propelled his way through the group and in front of Y/n. He held a hand out for the two to shake, smiling brighter when they took his hand.  "Alright, everyone! We greeted them. Let us return to work. I want you all to run over those drills again. We'll see how you fair out. Kaeya, Y/n, come with me!" Venti spoke, his voice booming for such a small person. The way he talked made everyone want to stop and listen. So they did, and everyone went back to work after patting y/n on the shoulder. 

Y/n tried to get their heartbeat under control as they felt their head spin with the room. They took a shaky breath and followed the coach and kaeya to a separate court. So this is where Y/n would be coaching Kaeya, huh? Y/n smiled, getting a feel for the lines and the floor color. Each court felt different, possessing its own perks and kinks, breathing a different light into the players. This meant you had to get affiliated with it. Quickly, if you wish to succeed, that is. 

Y/n paced the 10-foot line and the back row as Kaeya and Venti spoke together. It didn't take long for Barbatos to call them over.  "Alright. For now, I want you, y/n, to warm your arms with kaeya. After, put Kaeya under the pressure of five elephants at the bottom of the ocean :)" he spoke quickly and soundly before walking away.

(it was then here where Grammarly crashed as Bee was writing, and the author lost 2 pages of work... I am on the verge of killing :D)

Nervous laughter escaped them both Kaeya picked up a ball and passed it to Y/n. Y/n backed up by about half the court, getting ready to warm up their arms for the day. They cleared their voice as they hit the ball into the ground to warm their arm up. 

"So, what made you want to be a setter?" Y/n asked, glancing at Kaeya with wide and curious eyes.  "I don't know. Venti said he liked my 'setting hands' and asked me to step in for our missing setter." He said as he continued to pass it back to Y/n.  Y/n let out a short laugh as they spoke, "That's what my coach told me a long while back" Y/n smiled, "It's alright if you don't like the setting. I completely understand. Until we find a new one: I'm here to help you turn into the best setter this team has seen." 

Kaeya laughed and nodded as Y/n spoke up, wanting to explain what they would be doing. "So since apparently, you're bad under pressure, I want to put you under pressure. So, stay here, and I will onset a serve the ball at you. you will receive the ball and bounce back up to set the ball." Y/n spoke before taking the cart with them as they crossed the court and went to the opposite serving line. They proceeded into their routine and hit the ball onto the ground three times. Then you will need to pass the ball into the air. Catch, step back a few times, and get ready. 

Kaeya was already in position, the muscle memory of being squatted with his arms out, Y/n smiled before tossing the ball high into the air before running forward, and with a jump, the ball was sent soaring towards kaeya. 

In a second flat, the ball was in contact with Kaeya's arm, and the ball popped high into the sky. Kaeya sprinted forward to where the ball was sent. Kaeya let the ball hit his hand and sent it high above the net. Where it fell a few feet short of where the outside hitter would usually be. Y/n stared at him as he watched the ball drop with a look of disgust and anger. Y/n stepped forward before coming up the net. They stared at him as he stared back. 

"You're too stressed." y/n spoke flat. Y/n saw it in his stature, in the way he looked. Kaeya's usually puffed-out chest was flat against his rib cage, his eyes were sharp, and his mouth was drawn to a line.  "I'm not. I'm always confident!" Kaeya spoke, folding his arms and puffing his chest back out, but his eyes were still moving, betweeny/n and the ball on the ground. "I didn't say you weren't confident. You are confident, Kaeya, and that's good. You're stressed. You're stressed about moving, the hit, and the opposing team. Don't. I know that's not helpful advice, but if you can focus on the game, you won't be stressed. focus on your hitters, the look on their faces, how high they're jumping." Y/n spoke as calmly as they could. They saw themself in this man. The way Kaeya was worried about everything else but not even thinking about the hitter. 

"Well then, how do I focus on the hitters if I'm not setting one?" kaya spoke with an arrogant feel to him. Y/n couldn't help but laugh.  "Well, if you do end up setting a hitter, we don't want you to make a fool of yourself. So, once you can get a good set three times in a row, ill let you set someone!" Y/n folded their arms, and Kaeya looked at them before nodding. Y/n stalked back over to the cart. They picked up a ball before repeating the services that they had done earlier. 

It was later when the two of them finally started making progress. Kaeya was still messing up, but y/n was beginning to tire of the same drill multiple times over, and they could tell he was too. One of the things they've learned over the year is that if your learners are tired, no one will improve.

Y/n finally sighed and called over Kaeya, and he walked over. Y/n had him lay on the floor beside them. Kaeya looked at Y/n, "what is this supposed to do?" he asked curiously as to what he thought this exercise was 

"Reset our brains. We don't want to work ourselves out doing the same thing."  "oh..." kaeya said, trailing off. Y/n could tell he wanted to say or ask something, and waited for him, "can I go scrimmage with the rest of the team?" he asked, looking over at y/n

Y/n smiled softly before nodding. Off kaeya went to practice with the rest of the team. a few moments later, Y/n heard a loud cry of happiness from the large group of boys. Y/n just sighed and lay on the floor, their mind and body tired. 

Y/ns mind traced back to when they played more competitively. The feeling of their old court on their back, the bright light shining down, the pressure of two other girls pilled on Y/n. 

y/n felt the pressure of a head on their legs. A torso on their stomach. The pressure was calming, the sort of pressure of a weighted blanket. The feeling of people being there with y/n was enough to keep Y/n calm in this stressful situation. The group of girls had just finished the first half of a tournament, so after they all ate, they found an empty spot in the cafeteria and huddled together, attempting to rest their bodies and minds, to Y/ns suggestion at least.  "Your setting was trash in the last game." one of the girls spoke, slapping y/ns leg with a laugh. "It would help if my team didn't degrade me in the middle of the game!" y/n defended themself, a laugh bubbling to their throat, but the happiness in their brain was not connected to the sound.  "We were only trying to make you understand!" the girl groaned before sitting up, "come on, Lumine, let us go find your brother's game and watch him for a bit." the two girls left. Y/n stayed. They were alone on the floor. Left with a growing pit of nervousness and anxiety in their stomach. 

y/n sighed, rubbing their face harshly and rolling over before popping up like a slinky. Y/n walked over to the other court with all of the team on it. Kaeya was in the setter position, pushing up Childe at the moment as Venti would send serves over. 

Ventis serves.... he was the best server the world has ever seen, and no one argued that. He used to be a player for the archons. One of the teams that everyone had basically bowed down to when they played. Now, all the players coached, reffed, or were dead. Y/n could only name one other famous player off the top of their head, Zhongli. He had a block that could stop almost any hitter back in his time. Now, though, the techniques he used would either land him in the hospital or were illegal moves. Still, he was definitely known for being the best. 

"Ah Y/n!! There you are!" Venti spoke in a sing-song voice. He sent a serve to the other side of the court, making the team scramble to get it up. It went to Kaeya before the set was about a foot away from the outside hitter. Y/n cringed at the sight of a hitter just free-balling it. Venti's smile became a grimace. 

"Y/n, I thought you were supposed to get that under control..." Venti spoke, walking over to the person. 

"I tried my hardest. Kaeya is a lot better than he was before. I'm pretty sure it's just getting wrapped up in the moment..." Y/n spoke, trying to analyze what this setter was doing wrong.

"Why don't you give him an example of what it is supposed to look like?"

A/N

Hi :) okay dw the chapters get longer i think, but yeah this is gen one of my favorite books i love it so much its so bbg idk what im writing honestly, im formating these and thens cheduling them so i dont forget to post the next cvhapters while also posting them all pretty nesar each other, bc OBVIOUSLY you guys want more of this :)

this is a joke, this will never take off, and i will cry

but its okay

[nicomundthered]

@pinkiemme his horse Razor!!!!

[lupicalled]

          fair warning, you touch razor without his consent he will straight up bite you.

[changewingwentz]

2000s alt(?) wolf boi and doodle with the uncrown dad of Mondstadt

You can’t pry dad!diluc adopting all of the kiddos out of my cold found family loving iron grip fists I DARE YOU‼️🗣

[pinespittinink]

35 for the OC ask game - L???

L… going with Lucrezia for this one, he’s my most major L named character, one of my most prominent characters in Cleavecross.

35. What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they do for?

Kindness, intelligence, a sense of self-awareness and mindfulness for others. Lucrezia is a naturally quiet, reserved individual, and he likes other quiet people. Loud, obnoxious, brash people who don’t demonstrate forethought in their actions bother him. Physically, he really doesn’t have any preferences at all. His two lovers, Acheron and Bes, are very physically different from each other.

If you respect his boundaries and make an effort to get to know him within them, especially if you just engage him in quiet, genuine, conversation, he’s likely to be very drawn to you.

🦈 send me oc questions! 🦈

[driedupeyeballs]

I made myself so miserable with my dnd characters

Okay POV one. A young Dragonborn ranger, basically the only thing holding his town together. He hunts most of the food supply of the village, and yet he’s shunned for his dragon heritage. He’s shunned even more when he falls in love with an elven Druid boy, the townsfolk resorting to driving him out. He decides to run away, and said elven boy comes with him, and they adventure together for a good portion of their lives. One day the Dragonborn finds a deer, a perfect doe. He thinks it’d make a good meal, and aims his bow as he has millions of times. But a stag jumps in front to save the doe, the stag getting killed instead. Turns out, it was never a stag, but a wild-shaped tiefling druid. The elven boy is horrified that his love could do such a thing, the Dragonborn pleading that he didn’t do it on purpose. As the elven boy runs away, the ranger is consumed with guilt, and instead becomes a fighter, and finds a small band of misfits to adventure with. Though, the guilt still weighs him down.

POV two. A half-orc is born into a broken home, tossed out into the woods as a child. He soon finds another outcast like him, a tiefling woman. The tiefling takes in the half orc and raises him as her own, teaching him the ways of a Druid. Eventually the two begin adventuring together, meeting druids from all across the land and seas. But soon they wander back towards the forest they grew up in, admiring the nature of what once was. But as they walk along, the tiefling woman sees a silhouette of a doe, painted perfectly against the sky, but she also sees the trajectory of an arrow, flying towards it. Her instincts overcome her, and a stag takes form. Though she didn’t know the stag would be the last form she’d ever take, only reverting back to her original self when the beat of her heart stills. The half orc only gets a glimpse of the Dragonborn, but he vows to find him someday. After months of aimless wandering, a fog overtakes the forest, and the half-orc wanders into it. He soon awakes around a campfire, with three other adventurers, in what would soon be discovered as Barovia. One of these adventurers is a young dhampyr, one trapped in the same hell that the half-orc once was. So he becomes what the tiefling was to him to this young dhampyr, taking him under his wing, even after the dhampyr’s brother is found.

Now come to find out the Dragonborn has been brought to barovia all the same, as have his band of adventurers. While the other three party members make considerably good teamwork with their “counterparts”, the half-orc and the Dragonborn recognize each other. And as the cleric said, it’d take a lot to make a stoic fighter beg for forgiveness, and it’d take more to make the caring Druid turn a cold shoulder.

[hqkalon]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 | jjk men

cont. voice kink, lots of teasing, public teasing, choking kink, voyeurism kink, petnames, praise kink | pairings : nanami , toji , gojo , sukuna , and getou x reader

an : for the millionth writing, this piece is not proofread lmfao— so a future apology for any writing error (:

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐈 it was a total accident, he’s usually a very affectionate man who loves touching everywhere on your body— whether that be his arm around your waist, or cutely holding hands. Though underneath tables and closed doors, he seems to be a different man.

a double date with each couple on side of the table? “that’s so cute, how did the two of you meet?” a voice across the table excitedly asked, “oh we met at a local bak-” you hesitated, feeling nanami’s ice-cold fingers snaked inside of your dress, “bakery.” nanami’s nonchalant tone replied innocently. hand stills caressing your bare thigh, before meeting your eyes as he leaned in. “naughty girl. stay still and keep quiet.” his lips brushing the heat of your ear as a hushed hiccup left your mouth, feeling the pads of his finger against your clothed clit. “she was a cashier who always added extra pastries in my bag.” nanami sat up and continued on without an ounce of suspicion.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 his voice always had a natural sternness, which you’ve subconsciously obliged to; along with his husky voice, stringing out each contestant so perfectly like a feather floating in the wind. He knew his tone made you feel a certain way, but not necessarily his voice.

“how about this one?” you turned around, displaying the white strawberry panties in your hand, watching toji examine it in approval. “yeah it’s cute.” his eyes directed elsewhere, “don’t lie if you don’t like it.” aggravation trailed through your tone, “you can leave if you aren’t gonna help.” a small gust of air hit you as toji’s hand gripped your upper, locking you in place. “how about i stuff those panties in that cute little mouth of yours hm? maybe then i’ll help.” his tone maliced with lust— your head whipped around instantly as heat bubbled within your tummy, “hah? what’s wrong with you?” your palm against your mouth, “n-nothing let’s go.” you casually tried to brush the feeling off, locking onto toji’s arm. “my voice affects you that much?” your hand slapped your ear as heat flooded your face, “cute.”

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 he’s always been a tease just throwing out random allegations with a condescending outline behind his sentence. of course he’d be utterly amused once he’s correct, teasing you non-stop— watching you hide your face in embarrassment.

“wait like this?” you softly glided the razors against gojo’s lower jaw as his hands wrapped lazily around your hips. “mhmm, you’re doing a good job angel.” he hummed with his eyes closed, your hand tilting his head backwards. “thankss.” you continued dragging the blade before gojo’s hand cupped yours. “why are you saying thank you?” he questioned chuckling “ya got a praise kink?” his ocean eyes opened, meeting yours as you quickly looked away. “w-what?” you decided to play dumb, feeling heat pour to your face. his arms tightened around your waist pulling you closer to him, “just continue shaving my face pretty girl.” his tone innocently brushing the situation off as you began your movements again this time fully aware of any praise. “good girl.” gojo teased, looking at your reaction through the mirror. “shut up toru .”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 such a cunning motherfucker when he finds out— similar to gojo, but much primal with it. he acts like he’s always knew that you’ve had such a kink, but wanted to wait till you announced it.

“such a brat.” sukuna scoffed watching you storm towards him, knowing how much his condescending tone sets you off. “kuna i told you about that name.” you pounced onto him, playfully raising a hand before feeling fingers wrap around your throat. “yeah you did.” his lips curled into a grin watching your movements falter as he pulled you near him, “what’s the matter brat?” his tone twisted with mischief, “move your hands.” you demanded with a hand tugging at his. “what’s the magic word princess.” his hand slightly tightened around your throat as a small mewl left your lips. “please..” you asked, adverting your eyes away from his— feeling his hand release. “atta girl.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 nonchalant about it, BUT once the two of you get to a secluded area he’s on your ass. touching and groping your body non-stop because he wants to see it first hand himself. definitely had to bite back his horniness (failed).

"maybe i'll just cut my hair to my shoulder then?" geto questioned in question for you as you just shook your head side to side. "no geto don't cut your hair." you sighed reaching a hand out to play with his hair. "why not?" his eyebrow raised, turning within your direction. "beauseee it's pretty like this." you stressed out the vowels, meeting his eyes as he grinned before pursing hsi lips together. "i just remembered something.." a brief moment of silence passed by before you hummed in reponses waiting for his answer, "you know… you always tug my hair." his eyes glued to yours as you sat there confused. “what?” you laughed in question, “when your layed out with legs s—” his words muffled against your palm before grabbing your wrist with his hand, kissing the inside of your hand. “w-what are you doing?!” you stuttered out before snatching your hand— trying to bite back the embarrassment. “you’re too cute”