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sugarlywhispers · 3 months
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the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.
— I'M DYING HELP.
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vilkalizer · 4 months
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soft-edging-kittens · 3 months
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An older woman catching me peeping at them showering and telling me to cum would fix me
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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years
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[First Part] - [second]
Baby (who still has no name) is warming up to Geralt, who also starts to connect some dots. (Like, I think he suspects that he's Jaskiers son, adopted or otherwise, but he won't even humor the idea that he could be the dad.) That being said - the kid is an angry teenager sometimes. Jaskier tried all he could as a single parent and they have a very loving relationship, but I also think they do argue quite a bit, and there is some tension.
And the more he gets to learn how Geralt truly is the weirder is gets, cause. He's a good guy? And either Jaskier is petty and was too dramatic and kept him from meeting his dad for nothing, or Geralt isn't a good guy AT ALL and has hurt Jaskier really bad, and he doesn't think Geralt has it in him, but some people (and especially alphas) get really weird and archaic around omegas? And he had to witness again and again, with how little respect his unbonded, single father of a bastard child was treated - is Geralt like that too? But Jaskier still only ever talked somewhat kindly about him. And from all he saw... he trusts Geralt. He's a quiet, but witty and honorable man. But is it fair to doubt the parent that was there for him, that raised him, that sacrificed so much for him? The poor kid is so conflicted.
#please tell me your headcanons and prompts about this 'verse it's just vibes so far and like 10% plot#geraskier#geralt of rivia#the witcher#ciri#omegaverse#geraskier lovechild#jaskier#i don't know where this came from#but I imagined the kid as quite sickly (which is ironic) - Geralt does not really remember that he was sick as a child all the time too#also I do think Jaskier can play the lute but it's no fun for his fingers and he switched to other stuff over the years#I'm quite sure that Jaskier kept a low profile after the Rience incident because he was TERRIFIED by the thought what could have happened#also I really wanted to look at this with a kind of more realistic lense when it comes to parentage#and Jaskier did all the things right where it counts#He's loving he's emotional open he communicates - but would Jaskier always be a reliable parent? a structured one? an easily available one?#I don't think so#professor Jaskier can work for hours on end and forget to get you on time from your play date so you have to awkwardly wait and#he forgets to cook and to wash and it's always messy and once he writes he writes and gets annoyed when interrupted#but he also tells bedtime stories and stays at your bedside when you're ill and plays with you when you moved AGAIN and have no friends yet#he's easily pulled into arguments but also knows how to apologise#but he lies again and again#and he tells heroic and brave and honourable stories about your dad but still has a chest with your unsend letters and looks so so sad#when you put another one in his hands#and he never tells you to stop but doesn't send them and you know your Papa would be too kind to ask you to stop#ALSO#I think the kid is old enough to understand some of the inherent consent issues that are rampant in omegaverse#and while I imagined that 'verse here a bit tuned down#I think that the kid has seen and heard some shit! and what if Jaskier in only talking kindly of Geralt to soften the blow for him and-#kid is 100% ready to break Geralts nose if it turned out that he forced himself on his pa#(which he did not ofc but nobody communicates here)
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chaysskim · 3 months
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imagine an alternate universe where kim is, let's say, twelve. he sees korn slap his mom. before mom can react, kim attacks korn on the spot but gets restrained by bodyguards. his mom later warns him that she doesn't know what korn might do and that they have to be careful. kim puts his sneaky little nose to work, makes sure all the bodyguards loyal to korn get killed and then proceeds to slowly poison korn. korn ends up dying.
kim's mom and vegas and macau's mom plot and kill gun together. they unite the major and minor family, make sure there's no more animosity between vegas and kinn and the little theerapanyakuls proceed to thrive under their mothers' love and care.
kim's mom finds out about nampheung a few days after korn died bc she sees her nurse come out of her rooms. they get nampheung off the meds korn was poisoning her with and call in all the needed doctors to help with her recovery. kim's mom and vegas and macau's mom are over the moon their friend is alive but if korn and kan lied about her death, what happened with the boys? they told them they were dead, too.
they look into it and find porsche and chay. get them reunited with their mother and deal with arthee. the boys stay at the compound while nampheung recovers. they're both confused and lost because they've been orphans for so long. porsche is better off, he remembers their parents, but a ten year old chay is having a hard time making sense of the fact that this bed-ridden stranger is his mother.
he wanders around the compound, supervised by a guard so he doesn't get lost or hurt himself. he finds a room, a library, with tall shelves filled with books. there are cozy looking armchairs and in one corner of the room, a record player. a vintage one, the one he saw on tom and jerry. he finds a bunch of vinyls next to it and sits on the floor going through them.
he finds something he likes, maybe something they already had at home, and asks the bodyguard following him to help him put it on. and so he spends his days listening to music in the library. kim finds him one day, just when chay is playing his favourite vinyl and he's singing along. kim, not one to make friends usually, walks in. chay wasn't expecting it, he startles and tries to stop the record player.
he finally manages, fumbling with it. "you like abba?" kim asks. chay nodds, confused and slightly scared of the older boy. kim wasn't friendly back when they met, standing quietly in the corner and just observing the room. chay saw him around the compound a few times, too - he was always scowling.
kim just turns on his heel and walks out of the library after chay nods. chay's even more confused now and even a little sad, that one question had him hoping kim would want to be his friend after all. feeling down, he starts the record player again but doesn't sing along. three more songs change, from super trouper, to i have a dream, to the winner takes it all. just as it ends and the intro to money, money, money starts playing, kim walks back into the library, carrying a guitar.
he makes his way over to chay and sits down on the floor, facing chay. he sets the guitar on his lap and clears his throat. "i can play some abba songs," he says, a blush climbing up his neck and covering his cheeks. chay, in a better mood than when kim left him, eagerly nods his head, turning off the record player. he pulls his knees up to his chest, rests his elbows on his knees and puts his chin in his hands, ready to listen.
"but don't laugh at me if i mess up," kim pouts and waits for another nod before he starts playing mamma mia. he starts singing too, and chay claps in delight and joins in. they get through mamma mia together and then chay demands kim plays more. after kim's fingers are numb and his left wrist hurts from all the chord changes, he declares he's done playing. chay begs him to teach him to and kim agrees. they don't start that day, but they do continue listening to the vinyls together until kim's mom finds them, asleep on the floor with whitney houston playing in the background.
and that's how they become friends. years down the line, when chay is sixteen and kim eighteen, they make a youtube channel and start posting covers together. mamma mia is the first song they cover. they end up gaining a following and eventually labels are fighting over them. they reject them, their mothers make a label of their own just to support their sons and they go pro right about the time chay is graduating high school.
they're having a blast, writing songs and tweaking songs they've already written for their album. chay gets accepted into the same course as kim. somewhere amidst all the controlled chaos and euphoria over their shared success, they start dating. they decide to keep it on the down low for a while, until they settle into the relationship. their mothers find them making out in the pantry three weeks later and make fun of them for it for the rest of their lives. and yada yada yada they live happily ever after, the end.
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toomuchracket · 3 months
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mads i can’t stop thinking abt the dildo mould of his dick and matty sitting behind her and fucking her with it in front of a mirror and he’s whispering in her ear and
"look, princess, look how i'm fucking you. watch closely, yeah? watch how daddy fucks you, so you know what to do when you're needy and i'm not here. but knowing you... you're always needy for me, aren't you, my beautiful girl? wouldn't be surprised if you kept this inside you all the time when i'm away. s'the first thing i'm doing when i come back, princess, fucking you full of me and staying inside you for as long as i can, letting you keep me warm. well, it's the second thing, to be honest - need to get my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours first, fucking obsessed with it. fucking obsessed with YOU, perfect girl. i love you. will you be a good girl and cum for daddy, princess?"
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cinnamon-flame · 1 year
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I had this need to draw the gang in random sweaters, so here they are.
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sassypantsjaxon · 4 months
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Monoma: Well well well, if it isn't class A
Monona: *continues to deride class A*
Monona *down bad*: Except for you Shinsou, you're doing amazing sweetie
Shinsou *down just as bad*: thank.
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elmhat · 10 months
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// dsmp rp
Sam emptied the cauldron in silence. He often did, these days; Dream wasn't in the mood to talk, and Sam wasn't in the mood to listen. The water hissed as it touched the lava.
“I’m going to kill you,” said Dream. It was spoken quietly, almost a whisper—but Sam jumped hard enough to spill some of the water from the bucket, head snapping around to his prisoner. Dream hadn't moved from where he was curled up in the corner, deep red stains still visible through his uniform. He wasn't even looking at him.
Sam gathered his composure beneath him; the Warden would not be so easily scared. Stoicism was as good as any armor. “Be quiet,” he commanded.
“See this?” said Dream, in immediate and obvious defiance. Ever so slowly, he raised his arm. It was obviously broken; bent at a strange angle that Sam didn't want to try to interpret. “When I get out, that's what I’m gonna do to your neck.”
“You’re never getting out.” Sam’s voice did not waver.
Green eyes looked up at him, bright and wild, and a wide grin cut across Dream’s face like an open wound. Sam shivered. He looked away quickly, resuming his duties. Dream was not far gone enough to try attacking him here, he had to tell himself. In here, Dream’s words were only words.
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fingerless-glovez · 28 days
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Random thought that just came to me while cutting out patterns: If Floyd were to nickname someone "Sharkbait" Jade would say "Sharkbait, ooh ha ha" under his breath every time somebody says it
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fairy-verse · 30 days
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I would love to dance with the firstborn fairy of winter, error himself.
I actually love the snow, gives off a nostalgic feeling, and the cold is my favourite, even if im born in spring. So, dancing in the snow? May i have the pleausure? If I may have their permission, of course. 🫴
How sweet of you to ask, dearest Anon. Perhaps you may be lucky to have the chance and dance with the queen of winter himself. Perhaps Error may hold about your waist to keep you close as his other hand tenderly grasps your own, pulling you in for a slow and graceful dance in the light downfall of powdery snow, the stars barely visible through brief windows in the clouds up above. Perhaps he flies higher and higher, making the world down below seem so small and insignificant, all its troubles and sorrows unimportant.
Perhaps your joy turns to ice in your veins as Error smiles down at you with satisfaction and the likes of the frozen waste, caring not as he lets you go only to watch in silence as you fall. Perhaps… seeing the way the light of the stars glimmers in the colours of his wings was as beautiful a sight as life itself. Perhaps your fall will not end in death, but instead, a jostle as you fall from your bed, the chill of the late winter’s night prickling your skin and reminding you of where you are, now awake, and with the memories of a beautiful dream slowly fading away into nothingness with only its feeling remaining in your heart.
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happybird16 · 1 year
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Imagine postwar Levi getting a tattoo in remembrance of his fallen comrades. After the world fell apart, he was left with only the clothes on his back. A new place. A new home. It's like he's been completely displaced, and yet the memories still haunt him. Hundreds -no- thousands of faces fill his dreams, some are happy, but often they're filled with blood. Friends, Family. All gone.
Theres nothing left of them, not really, other than the memories, the ghosts he often imagines hovering over his shoulder. All he has from.. from before is his old uniform, still torn and shredded from the final fight even a year later. He didn't have the energy to mend it, especially knowing that the fabric will eventually decay and fade. Time eventually rendering the wings of freedom faint, the dark blue becoming a tattered grey ish tone.
He likes the idea, once he thinks of it. A permanent memory of them -of all of them- in their honor. Tattoos weren't a thing on Paradis and the concept was startling at first, a needle etching ink into skin. He wants it, he eventually decides, yearns for it even, once the idea is fully formed into his brain.
He saves and saves, squirreling away any spare money he can for several months. Eventually, one balmy evening, he walks -more of a hobble really, his knee is worse and worse every day- a few short blocks from his tea shop. Cloak in hand, he enters the shop with hope in his heart for the first time since the end, imagining the ghosts pushing him forward, their hands splayed across his back.
Wings. The Wings of Freedom in bright blue and stark white, splayed across his back. Over scars, both new and old. A permanent reminder.
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theaceofarrows · 1 year
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Jay: Hey, Cole, since your the only one out of all of us to go to a real school do you have any cool stories about it?
Kai: [to Cole] Yeah, anything's gotta be better than stories of homeschooling Nya
Nya: He's got a point. Let's hear it
Cole: Uhh, well this one time in middle school, during choir the music teacher accidentally turned on an Eminem song, and this one kid started perfectly rapping along to the song while his buddy beatboxed. The teacher was so stunned that we just listened to the two of them for the rest of the class
Jay: Whoa!
Zane: Very intriguing!
Cole: Oh, and I'm not the only one who went to school. Lloyd did too remember
Jay: [turns to Lloyd] Oh, yeah You got any fun stories, kid?
Lloyd: Ummm... well, one time some kid was about to get in a fight with another kid, and then that kid said "I got something for you bitch!" and then pulled out an entire pineapple out of his backpack and started beating the kid with it in the middle of the school hallway. The teachers gave extra credit to the pineapple kid for his "creativity in combat"
[stunned silence from everyone]
Lloyd: ...Yeah, Darkly's isn't exactly the best place to tell stories about...
Jay: ...
Cole: ...
Kai: ...
Jay: [awkwardly turns to Cole] Sooo~ Cole you got any other good ones?
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gay-mooshrooms · 5 months
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c!beeduo is the epitome of right person not enough time/wrong time
It's i love you but I have to go, it's I'm sorry that we couldn't spend the rest of our lives intertwined or get the happy ending we deserved, I'm sorry that we can't stay together, I'm sorry the love wasn't enough. But my love was there, it was real, and I will carry it with me until the end of my days, even if it couldn't change the reality we live
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ghost-of-you · 1 year
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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year
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Do you ever think about how Steve's feelings of love could be deeply tied to and tangled around guilt?
The two emotions, love and guilt, go hand in hand in Steve's mind. Whether it's his love for Bucky and the guilt of holding him back from the life he could have had pre-war, getting any gal he'd like and moving on from Steve's sorry ass to have a home and kids and a dog--a good life--but instead, he's latched onto Steve for some reason. Or, his love for Bucky and his guilt for letting him fall into HYDRAs hands. (Not to even mention the wealth of guilt he feels for not searching for the love of his life when he should've--he should've known he could have survived the fall.) Or, whether it's his love for his mother, feeling bad, even though he knows it isn't his fault that he was born into the body he was and he can't control that his ailments may cause her so much anxiety and pain and costs her so much of her precious money to keep him living... he still feels guilty about it.
Steve's guilt in love lives on, as does he.
He meets new people in a new century, and he slowly learns to love them along with slowly developing guilt around them. For Natasha, it's guilt over not being able to express to her why he can't go on any of the dates she sets him up on. It's guilt of not trusting her sooner, not seeing her for who she is sooner. And, for Sam, it's guilt of dragging him back into a life of danger he successfully exited once already. It's for getting him into the goddamn emotional mess that is the life of an Avenger when he's already lost so much. Then, for them both, Steve often feels guilty that he can't spend more time with them as friends, that he can not put down work, and he can not always get out of his head and be vulnerable. He also feels guilt that they're helping him so much when he feels he has nothing to give. It keeps him up at night, gnawing at his heart.
Steve has such a big heart. He loves so much. He feels so much guilt. Both survivors guilt and guilt that began a lot, lot longer than before he was a soldier that he has no excuse for and has to wrestle with. Why do love and guilt become so tangled that sometimes he doesn't realize how much he loves someone until he feels bone crushing guilt around them? What is that?
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