#im not finishing this one i have work i need to do

[baby-tini]

Reader sees Dabi in an alley by accident and tries to get away quietly but Dabi sees her and brings her into the alley. He has her up the wall with a hand firmly around her neck but not chocking her but enough to threaten her. He asks for her personal info and takes pictures of her for reference just in case anything happens. And he looks at her more closely and he's like wow she's always more pretty. So he thinks for a bit and makes a deal you get out in one piece if you let me fuck you. The reader already knew he was giving her a false sense of choice so she agrees. Dabi likes her submissiveness so he gave her the choice of the location to fuck. And while she is thinking Dabi is already so handsy with her. Kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her body. He's like 'if you don't pick quick im fucking you here in the alley'. And she eventually picks a love hotel not too far from them. Once they were done fucking it's the next morning and Dabi is gone but she checks her phone messages and there's a lot of photos and videos of them together in different positions and a note at the end

See you next time Doll~

💙Dabi

(the blackmail really gets me fr😭)

TW: DUBCON, blackmail, noncon pictures and video taking, a hint of coercion. Work was always so boring, you wanted something fun. There was nothing fun about serving drunk men alcohol as they thanked you with raunchy comments. Trying to grope you while you were just doing your job. Complaining about their "bitch wife" in a drunken slur then passing out. The money was good though.. and your co-workers weren't awful. But that really didn't mean anything in the end.

It was too much, you just needed a cigarette and then you could finish your shift then go home and sleep the rest of the night away. It was warm outside, pretty too. Sky full of different shades of blue, no clouds in sight. It was quiet surprisingly, considering you weren't in the best part of town. The attacks from the League of Villains ramping up by tenfold, charred bodies appearing in multitudes. Consumed by beautiful azul flames licking away at ash. Some were lucky though, if you could even call it that, some people were burned so bad they were disfigured, leaving ugly third degree burns on their face and arms. Hopefully they weren't in this part of the city yet.

But then again, the heros were on their ass.. so it's possible. Leaning your head back against the wall, you sigh out, closing your eyes for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps. Your eyes snap open as your head snaps to the sound. There's a man in a black tattered coat, he looks exhausted. Purple burnt skin attached to healthy skin by staples. Tattered clothes with mangy boots.

Holy shit, it can't be... they shouldn't be in this part of the city, not this soon anyway. You have too get out, now. You try to be quiet, you really do, but you can't be quiet wearing heels. You mistook a step, catching the eye of the assailant. His piercing blue eyes shoot up towards you, a sick grin crawling up on his lips. As he walks closer, stumbling back you trip over your heels. He chuckles at you, grabbing your arms too lift you up, "easy there doll, what's your problem, hm? You scared?" You swallow down the dry air, shaking your head at him as you try to shake off his grip. But his hold on you just tightens, reminds you of a boa constrictor, trying too keep his prey at bay.

He presses you into the wall with an-unassuming amount of strength, pressing into you as he leans down towards your ear. "Where you goin, doll? I'm not gonna hurt you... if you comply that is." Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod into his chest, trying too control your breathing. You inhale deeply before stuttering out a response. "What did you, uh.. what did you want from me..?" There's a sniffle between your words.

"Mmm, yeah, need something real bad baby, think you can help me, hm?" You swallow down your spit, hesitantly nodding at him. "I- uh... I think, what did you need Sir.." He chuckles at that, running his nose up and down your cheek, inhaling deeply into your hair. "Sir, huh? You into that dolly?" You feel your fingers twitch against his tattered coat as you shake your head at him.

"N-no.. I just- I don't know your name..so," he leans back at that. Eyeing you up and down he grins, "that's cute baby, you really don't know who I am? That makes me a little sad honestly, but it's Dabi... I like Sir much better though, what do you think?" You swallow again, your right hand rubbing up and down your left arm, as your eyes look to the side. Rolling his eyes, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Nah ah, don't look away from me, I'm not done talking to you bitch." Licking your lips, you swallow before looking up at him again. "There you go, you gonna behave for? Gonna help me with my... big problem babydoll, hm? Say, "Yes Sir." Your left hand twitches before you nod up at him, "Yes Sir, i'll help you with your... big problem." He hums at you before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and smirking at you. "I knew you would, you're so good, huh? Gonna let you pick the location cause' you're being so sweet for me... go 'head." You sniffle before licking your lips and nodding again. He hums, rubbing his thumb over your cheek and pulling down your bottom lip. "I wanna... can we go to the love hotel.. it's only a couple blocks away.. I want my first time to be.. a little special." He grins, pulling you towards his side with an arm wrapped around you. "Ahh, little slut's a virgin, wouldn't 've guessed." You try to shuffle away at that but he just tightens his hold around you. "C'mon baby, I was just joking, I'll behave from now on, promise," he snickers. It take's a minute to get there, with Dabi trying to get there as quickly as possible... his problem continuously growing as you walk with him. The hotel is pretty run down, smelling of weed and sex. The painting is peeling from the walls as women and men alike are staggering around and theirs people making out just outside the hotel, grinding and sliding their hands down the others clothes. "This is where you wanted your special moment?" He raises an eyebrow at you as he throws a wad of bills on the check-in desk. You huff at him, "it's better then some sleazy alleyway, surrounded by heroin needles." You retort, grabbing the key from him and walking to the room. He follows closely behind not failing to be as touchy as possible while you open the door. He ushers you into the room as he pins you against the wall and getting to work marking up your neck.

You try to slow your heart rate as your hands ball in his shirt, with a hiss he grinds his cock into your thigh. Nipping at your collar bone and running his tongue over your jugular as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as you run your hands up his shirt. He chuckles into your neck, pulling your shirt over your head and sucking your nipples through your bra. He laughs against your chest when you let out a choked whimper, clawing at his stomach. He huffs before snapping your bra from the back and sucking nipple and playing with the other, pinching it and leaving hickeys between your tits. He grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards the bed and throwing on it face first. Your breasts flat against the rough-feeling mattress, as you try to get up, he pushes you back against it, a hand holding pressed into the curve of your lower back. "Nah ah, fucking stay.. don't need you IDing me now princess." You breathe out softly and nod into the sheets, your body relaxing against the bed while he pulls your pants and panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You hear him groan from behind you, he runs a warm hand over your ass before slapping it a couple times and chucking when you squeeze your legs shut. "Dirty little bitch, you want it real bad, yeah? Yeah you fuckin' do, say please and I might fuck you with the tip bitch." You whine into the sheets, salty tears leaking down your cheeks and staining the sheets. He chuckles, taking a hand and pushing your head down into the mattress as his other hand unzips and takes off his pants, his boxers being pulled down in the process, he spreads your pussylips apart before leaning down and spitting on your clit, before fucking his tip into your cunt and groaning when he feels you tighten around him. Your pussy feels so good, warm and tight, just how he likes it. He fucks into you harder, using a hand to stabilize himself next to your head as he fucks into you harder. He's so big, you can feel him in your stomach, it hurts a little, stretching so wide to accommodate him as he growls in your ear. You're so deep into it, your head so fogged up that you don't hear the camera shutters or feel him spread you wide as he films the two of you locked together. He fucks you good, you'll give him that, you don't remember passing out as he fucked into you, waking up to your familiar ringtone of your phone as you sit up, breasts spilling over the blanket as you lean towards the bedside table... 'Dabi' left you a text, "I had a fun night doll, I know you did too.. or else you wouldn't 've passed out on my cock, It was good wasn't it, I know it was, don't worry you can tell me in person when I come see you again. You're the best pussy I've had in a while if I'm being honest. Pretty wet pussy too, It's like a hug for my dick, if you will lol. Also, don't even think about trying to get away .. unless you want these getting leaked to your boss and family pretty baby." A couple seconds later six pictures and four videos pop up. Now it all makes sense... he wasn't worried about being Ided, you had already seen his face, plue he gave you his name... you're screwed literally.

[sunnitheapollokid]

hii!! could you write a small fic about Leo and reader (who are older and trying to start a family) and all the test have been negative for months now. reader has lost hope, until one day the test turned out positive!!!! and she surprises leo with the news since he wasn't there when she took the pregnancy test 😋 (you can choose how she surprises him and all that fun stuff!!)

🌱🐞 ┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

↳ older leo valdez x reader blurb!

☀️ sunni’s notes : this request 🥹🥹 thank you for requesting!! (and for taking FOREVER) HIIII IM (semi) BACK!! and i’ve been requested this since forever after,, so i decided to finish it today!! i’m SOOO SORRY i’ve been slacking with requests but i have a life yall trust. LMFAO anyway!! i’ve never written anything like this before so i had so much fun with it HEHE happy reading bebis!! 😚 sunkisses, — sunni!

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(NAME) COULDN’T believe it, it was positive. it was finally positive. a test that she thought would be the same like others, was POSITIVE. (name) could jump with joy, but afraid she’ll upset the neighbors downstairs of their apartment unit.

her jaw hanged as her hand slapped her lips. “no fucking way.” she breathed, and silently squealed in her bathroom, hugging the test in her hand. “oh my gods!!” she squealed again, hugging her stomach and the tears streaming her face.

she couldn’t wait to tell leo, as soon as he’d get home from the auto shop. she continued to hug her stomach. “wait till he hears about you.” she whispered.

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LEO TOSSED his things on their shared bed, the grease and motoroil he was covered him fairly irritated him and he needed a shower, badly. he groaned out of wary, leaning his back on the desk his wife used for work.

speaking of his wife— she had walked in, (name) excitedly plastered a grin on her face. he chuckled to himself, “what’s with the smile, corazón?” he pulled the corners of his lips to mirror the smile he fell in love with.

“oh nothing.” she giggled, “it’s time for dinner though.” she walked ahead, stepping her bare feet pn the wooden floor as she got the table set up. the table was the same fanciful appearance. the flowers he’d gotten her for their wedding anniversary and the candles they both bought together last week.

leo followed after her, his fingers trailing on her sweat shorts band. “what’d you do all day muñeca?” he asked her as he sat beside her. “writing.. sleeping, mostly writing.” she mumbled the tiny bit of her sentance.

leo chuckled again, running his hands through her hair before tucking a lose strand. “oh um, honey, can you get the bun in the oven?” she took her utensils and ready to dig in. leo nodded, though confused, “bun?” he asked himself in a murmur.

he walked over to the oven, his eyes glazing over to the kitchen towel she bought for christmas— “the valdez’s.” it read. she had gotten it as a joke for him, he constantly smiled at the thought of it whenever his eyes made it’s way towards it.

he opened the oven, raising a brow at the empty furnace. “(nickname), there is no bun.” he spoke, his voice empty and confused. she giggled quietly to herself, beginning to eat. “sorry! wrong bun. wrong oven.” she replied, another less subtle giggle escaping her lips.

leo stood in the kitchen for a second, thinking of what that could possibly mean. wrong bun? wrong oven? did we have another bun? or maybe another ov—

then it hit him.

“no..” he mumbled, putting his hands on his hips as he narrowed his eyes at her. “you’re playing with me— stop playing with me (name)!” he pointed at her sassily. she let out a louder cackle, holding her stomach. the stomach their baby was in. “i sure hope they won’t get that attitude from you.” she sang.

leo gasped, running towards her without another word and lifting her up in his arms, twirling her around. “you’re not kidding!? tell me you’re not kidding!!” he shouted, his voice echoing in their small home. “i’m not!” she replied in a belly laugh.

leo had flash of light in his eye. “oh my GODS! THIS IS AMAZING!” he yelled again, keeping his hands on her waist. he put her down gently, rubbing her stomach with his warm palms. “oh my gods..” he repeated. he looked back up at her, planting a short peck on her nose. she snorted, cupping the side of his face with her hand.

“i hope they get your laugh.” he replied, a soft grin on his face, looking at her with all the adoration possible. she cocked her head to the side, she beamed. “how come?” she asked him.

“so i can hear it double the times i do now.”

[agaypanic]

Could you do fic for Carlisle Cullen with wife reader? It was his day off and they were just doing domestic things. Like, taking a walk in the park, having a date. It was rare that he was taking a break but he felt that he was not spending enough time with his mate and he missed her. Add anything you want. Just something fluff and cute. Lots of kisses and hugs. Bonus : The Cullen's kids appearance. Thanks!! :))

A Day Off (Carlisle Cullen X Vampire!Wife!Reader)

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Summary: Feeling like he hasn’t spent enough time with you lately, your husband Carlisle takes a day off of work to do his favorite things with you. 

A/N: i have a fic kinda like this, but carlisle’s hot so im ok with writing another similar one lol. For silly plot reasons, pretend twilight takes place in the 2010s instead of the 2000s

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“Emmett, get down here! You’re gonna be late for school!”

“Don’t worry, Y/n,” Alice said. “We’ll get there on time.”

“Sorry.” Emmett rolled his eyes as he ran down the stairs. “I slept in late.”

“How could you sleep in late? You don’t even sleep.”

Carlisle laughed at the conversation between you and Emmett. You were rounding up the kids, ready to send them on their way to school, while he was up in his office finishing up some last-minute things before he had to go to work. He listened as you said goodbye to the five vampires, getting responses in return before the door to the garage shut. Then, you made your way up to Carlisle’s office.

“Come in.” He said before you even had to knock. He looked up to see you leaning against the open door’s frame, smiling at him fondly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You pushed off the doorframe and walked around the desk. Carlisle turned his chair so he’d keep facing you. “Shouldn’t you be heading off to work?”

He sighed. “I suppose.” You stood between your husband’s open legs, taking his face into your hands. He relaxed into your touch and closed his eyes.

It had been a while since you and Carlisle had been alone together during the day. Sunny days were rare in Forks, and being the best doctor around from centuries of experience, his presence was always needed at the hospital. Especially with the recent ‘bear’ attacks.

“See you tonight?” Your voice brought Carlisle out of the trance that you had put him in. Despite both of you being ice cold, you always made him feel so warm. 

Carlisle nodded. “Of course.” You looked at each other for a moment, reveling in the silence and privacy you rarely had. “I love you.”

You grinned, leaning down to kiss him. “Forever and eternity?”

“Forever and eternity.”

Soon after that, you left his office and went back downstairs. Carlisle leaned back in his chair, tapping a simple rhythm on his desk. God, how he missed you.

Suddenly, he grabbed his phone. He quickly dialed a number and put the device to his ear.

“Hi, Denise. It’s Dr. Cullen.” He said. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to call out of work for today. Family things.”

After the quick conversation, Carlisle hung up the phone and headed downstairs. He found you curled up on the couch with a book.

“What are you reading?”

“One of Edward’s books.” You answer, looking up to see Carlisle looking at you curiously and lovingly, a look he always had for you. “Don’t worry, it was mine first. Heading off to work?”

“Actually…” Carlisle rounded the couch, and you sat up to make some room for him. “I decided to take a day off.”

You looked at him with some shock. As far as you could recall, Carlisle only took time off work when the sun came out so you and your family wouldn’t expose yourselves to the humans. “Really?”

As Carlisle settled on the couch, he gently pulled you to lean against him. “I’ve realized we haven’t been able to spend much time together lately. And I missed you.”

“Aw, I’ve missed you too, darling.” You gave Carlisle a peck on the lips, but when you pulled away, he cupped the back of your neck to kiss you deeper and longer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your thumb between the pages of your book so you wouldn’t lose your place. Carlisle’s cold but firm hands held you close to him. You only pulled away when you felt breathless, which really meant something, considering you didn’t need to breathe. “I missed that too.” You said with a giggle.

“Well, there’s more where that came from.”

Carlisle spent the next few hours reading your book to you while you lay in between his legs and on his chest. You loved the sound of his soothing voice as he absentmindedly stroked your arm. Every now and then, he kissed your head, cheek, hand, really anywhere he could reach. 

When he finished the book, he set it on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around you. “What would you like to do now?” He asked.

“Hmm…” You hummed, trying to think. “Well, usually around this time, I put on a show.”

Carlisle reached for the TV remote and handed it to you with a kiss on your cheek. You turned the television on and scrolled through until you found a show that you had been wanting to watch. 

“Pretty Little Liars.” Carlisle read the title. “Sounds interesting.”

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“We’re home!” Emmett yelled as he and his siblings exited the garage, even though you and Carlisle could hear their cars pulling in. He jumped onto the other end of the couch, bouncing you and Carlisle slightly. “What are we watching?”

“Pretty Little Liars,” Carlisle answered. “It’s… interesting, to say the least.”

“Who’s she making out with?” Emmett asked, pointing at the screen.

“Oh, that’s her teacher.” You respond nonchalantly.

“Her what?!”

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Twilight Taglist: @in-my-hoe-era

[ickadori]

You right, i havent been giving my man choso proper attention for the longest....... buuuut,

Thinking abt repressed virgin nanami who falls for a hot milf or smth idk and just like.....hes such a tits man to me idk, would literally love to eat her out for hours and massage her and then take care of her infant so she can get some rest

I js realized this was supposed to be abt choso but oh well!! Still thinking about nasty fat dick naoya and ummmm pls ur dirty talk writing is literally >>>> like its in part why i got so hooked on ur writing (besides that iconic tall!reader scara fic oh my god(

Idk im just so thirsty for virgin male x slutty reader content like theres such sparsity, i wish i cld writeee like u!!! Anyways this was all over the place but im trying to get wasted so happy weekend dori 😋💋

cws for fem reader & lactation kink.

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Nanami isn’t big on children. He thinks they’re cute, and he finds his eyes lingering on baby clothes every now and again when he happens across them, but he doesn’t give them much thought other than that.

His lifestyle doesn’t allow for him to - a jujutsu sorcerer having a child? It was a selfish, inconsiderate thing to do. He could die at any moment, leaving behind a child and a mother to support themselves..he wasn’t that cruel.

But he didn’t give you that child —a part of him wishes he had. Wishes he had been the one to slide into your wet, warm pussy, felt you grip him tight and suck him in. The one to pump you full of cum until it was dripping out and making a mess for him to clean— so this was fine then, wasn’t it? You had been doing well enough on your own before him, and you’d do well after him as well, so it was fine for him to…indulge then, wasn’t it?

~

“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this more than me.” You sigh out, head lolling back onto his shoulder as his hands work over your breasts.

You had been complaining all day about them being sore, something about the baby not latching properly that morning and not having any time to pump at work, and Nanami had been more than willing to offer his hands as help.

That’s how you ended up sat between his legs on the sofa, shirt and bra discarded as he gently squeezed and kneaded at your engorged breasts. They were heavy, full of milk, and he gently coaxed it out, pointed fingers rubbing over puckered, sensitive nipples as milk began to bead.

“Just trying to help…” He murmurs, chin hooked over your shoulder as he watches. “Don’t like seeing you in pain.” You hum, hips squirming, and he wonders if you’d be wet if he put his hand down your skirt.

“You’re so good to me, Kento.” You rub at his thighs over his slacks, and the muscles tense underneath your touch. He squeezes, a thin stream of milk dribbling out and over his fingers, and he sucks in a breath at the feel of the warm liquid. “Fuck.”

“Hey.” He softly chides, and you whisper out an apology, head turning so you can kiss at his bobbing adam’s apple. He squeezes again, a steadier stream coming out, and he harshly swallows as a need begins to curdle in his stomach. “Can I…?” He doesn’t finish the sentence, and he doesn’t need to, it’s a request he’s made before, and he gets the same response.

“Just a little.”

He’s on his knees between your spread thighs the next second, hands latching onto your waist just as his lips latch onto a nipple. He groans at the taste of you, lidded eyes locked onto yours as he sucks, your milk filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. Your fingers are curled tight into his hair, hips still squirming and rocking against the sofa, and one of his hands leave your waist to venture underneath your skirt.

His cheeks hollow out just as his fingers slide past drenched, sticky panties, and you both moan when he meets puffy, wet folds.

“Ken,” you tug on his hair and he relents, tongue laving over your now puffy nipple before he’s placing a wet kiss against it. “‘s aching, Ken.”

“Yeah? Because of me?” He rasps out, hands roughly tugging up your skirt. You lift yourself off the couch to allow him to bunch it around your hips, and then he’s pulling you closer to him, face burying itself between your thighs as he mouths at your cunt over your panties.

They’re quickly tugged to the side, and he sighs into you, lashes brushing against the tops of chiseled cheeks as he licks a stripe up your slit - starting from your dripping, clenching hole up to your twitching clit.

Your essence is dripping off his chin and coating his face in seconds, and he relishes in it - breathing your scent in deep, suckling at your clit to coax more of your juices out, suctioning his mouth over your hole and swallowing down everything you offer him.

He’s greedy as he eats you out: hands kneading at the body he’s sworn to love and protect, lips mouthing at the first, and last if he has anything to say about it, cunt he’s had the pleasure of worshipping. His cock is heavy and leaking in his pants, but it’s the last thing on his mind, especially when you cry his name out and yank on his hair, a rush of fluids rushing into his mouth as you come.

He drinks it down as if it’s second nature, not protesting as your thighs close and squeeze around his head. His frantic sucking turns to languid, gentle licks as he helps you come down, nose nudging up against your clit as his tongue traces your slit.

You eventually ease up, body melting into the cushions as your hands slip from his hair, and he lifts his head up, tongue swiping over plump, wet lips as he looks you over.

His hand moves to his belt.

“…baby…crying.” You pant out, and the blood that had been rushing in his ears finally settles down, allowing him to hear the cries coming from down the hall. You make a move to get up and he stops you with a hand on your stomach.

“Relax. I’ve got it.” He places a sticky kiss onto your lips before he’s rising to his feet and heading back, but not before making a quick stop in the kitchen to clean up his hands and face, as well as making a quick bottle with the formal on the counter considering he hadn’t been much help with the whole pumping thing.

[junkshopblog]

rie!! interrogation question :P

rory characters n are they an ass, tits or thighs man (if you give hcs i might just die esp if theyre a tit man) > 0 <

— pearl anon

ass or tits (rory characters)

nsfw below the cut, mdni!!

thank u so much for this request pearl these were so much fun to write :33 (i’m editing this nd just now realizing i never seen ‘or thighs’ bye im gonna do a part 2 sooner or later 😭)

euro - okay with euro this was a lil hard but i think he’d love boobs mainly cause of the fact that he likes pulling out nd finishing on them >< but he’d also like ass for this exact reason i also feel like he reeeeally enjoys seein them in cute lil baby tees nd tops that make them sit pretty :3 but during doggy he’s 100% an ass man just bcuz he loves the way it bounces when he’s poundin in nd out of you :333 (he’d also love the sound it makes too bcuz it def sounds like gunshots..)

mike - ass. i ping mike as the type who would loveee havin u on his lap nd grinding u against him when he’s hard ughhh. he’s also the type who would pull out nd cum on it while he’s hitting from behind :3 he’s probably one of those guys who just randomly grab it or give it lil pats too just for fun LOL

chris - this one is a personal fav because chris kenton is such a perverted freak bye. he would probably tell you he loves both equally but we all know this man loves boobs!!! he loves anything that has to do with them nd he especially loves fucking them :3 he’d probably enjoy finishing on both ur ass nd ur tits tho n he thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world

clyde - okay hear me out but clyde does NOT have a preference, he’d be so genuine when he tells you he loves both equally. although i dooo hc that he holds ur boobs while u ride him bcuz that’s actually so sexy 🤗

DANNYYYY - this one is another fav bcuz i i lovelovelove danny nd the answer is sooo obvious (its boobs!!!) sucking them would 100% be his fav thing when he’s in subspace, just that alone could make him cum!!:&:!, but don’t get me wrong he def has his moments where he loves ass, mainly when you’re riding him bc he likes holding it :33

okay that’s all i can do for rn cuz i still need to work on my kappa request, might write a part 2 in the future tho cuz i actually love these :P

[bluepixiedream]

Okay okay I’m currently writing ‘Good Dogs Only’ chapter 2 BUT I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA I CANT HOLD BACK. I NEED TO VENT IT OUT.

IM VERY EXCITED

OKAY HERE WE GO

Cw: violence, language, blood, cursing, and kidnapping. Kind of a dark fic? Viewer discretion is advised.

Picture it:

Cute, pretty innocent reader who works hard at their job, enjoys their nice home that’s located outside of town, your flower and small vegetable garden that you spend hours on to make it more lively, all sorts of books on your living room shelf (quite obviously doesn’t get many visitors due to the adult nature of some of these books) and occasionally binges Doctor Who. Normal. Peaceful. Nothing out of the ordinary.

After work one day, you head to a small market for some dinner supplies which includes a pot roast, a meat cleaver and a bottle of rum. Unbeknownst to you, a stranger hides in the backseat of the car while you’re inside and you are none the wiser. Throwing the items in the passenger seat, you head on home. Music blaring. A lit joint between your lips and the wind in your air. Friday night and you have a hot date with a few toys and a new book that should have arrived this afternoon. Everything was perfect.

A light pops up on the dash and anxiety slams into you like you can’t imagine. What was wrong now? Could you make it home? How much would this cost? Before, you weren’t high enough and now you were too high. You wanted to curse yourself.

Pulling over as quickly as you could, you decide after a minute to check all the doors and make sure everything was okay. Before you could take off your seat belt, a plastic bag is placed over your head and tightened.

Panic and adrenaline floods you as you struggle to breath. Your hands, that immediately went to your neck to relieve the pressure, release and attempt the poke a hole through the thick, unforgiving plastic. You think that this is it. This is how you die. Pathetic and alone. Murdered of all things.

But thankfully you tear through and air hits your screaming lungs. Without thinking, you wrap a hand around your brand new meat cleaver and begin swinging behind you. Somehow managing to get out of your seatbelt, you continue your brutal assault until you're sure you killed your attacker, or at least, knock them out.

You're breathing hard. Everything is covered in the attackers sticky, cooling blood. You can’t even cry. Completely shocked at what has transpired these last few minutes.

Not knowing what to do, you start driving home again. Music off. Windows up. Fear stinking up the air. The drive home had never been longer, nor quieter.

Pulling to your house, you open the garage door and drive in, refusing to get out until the door shuts completely. You hear the man, their attacker, groan in pain and you kick it in high gear. Grabbing a dinning room chair and some rope you had hoped to use for private time, you use what strength you have to pull him in the chair and tie him like you’ve read over and over again in your BDSM books. You tightened the ropes as much as possible before stopping. The man is trying to wake, but can’t. Blood is drying against his head and bruises are blooming across what you can see.

Leaving your car door open, you grab your groceries and, in a complete and utter daze, turn off the light and head inside.

Once inside, you wash your hands before starting dinner. Halfway through with zero thoughts in your head, the attacker is awake and screaming at you to let him go. That he will kill you. You will suffer greatly for what you’ve done. You don’t do anything until dinner is put in the crockpot and you take a quick shower to get rid of the rest of the blood.

What to do, you think. Do you call the police? Wouldn’t they wonder why you didn’t call immediately? Why take him back to your place? Is that weed they smell in the car?

Would they release the attacker? Would the attacker come back for you to finish the job?

You can’t think. You can’t deal with this. What should you do? No family to turn to. You can’t get their coworkers involved, that’s just wrong. You have nobody.

You remember a bar near the other side of town, near an empty field. It’s normally filled with military people, bikers and gangsters. A ��neutral place” so to speak. Nobody fucks with each other and they got booze, music and sometimes ladies who paraded themselves. It was a haven for them.

And a perfect spot for you to go and find a person to help you…deal with this situation.

Changing clothes and almost feeling a bit better, other than the man screaming if you listened hard enough, you decide it’s time. You stop at the garage and realize you can’t take your car, wait for a cab to pick you up a block away. Before you leave, you tell your attacker that you are getting help.

You don’t clarify what help you're getting, or for who. For the attacker, or for the attackee.

The cab drops you off a few blocks away from the bar and happily accepts the cash you hand them. It’s getting dark, the lights from the bar illuminates way and the big man who is watching people come and go waves you in. He thinks it’s definitely not the your scene, but who is he to say otherwise?

People fill the bar. Some are playing poker. Others are sitting at the bar and others are in booths having secretive discussions. You can’t help but feel eyes on you, clocking you, a shark drawn to blood. You try to not look around too much before going up the bar and ordering two shots of vodka to calm your nerves. As soon as they arrive, they’re both immediately knocked back, side by side. You order two more and start to feel comfortable enough to look around.

A few men in leather jackets playing pool glance at you but they go back to playing. A few people covered in tattoos and dark clothes stay to themselves in a booth closest to the door and the other booth holds four men who were obviously military. One man had mutton chops and a beanie. Another was beautiful with dark skin, full lips and a baseball cap. The third had a Mohawk and a lazy smile to whatever mutton chops had said. The last, and the one you figured out was staring a hole into you, was a complete enigma. Built like a tank and scarier than the boogie man, a black mask covered his whole face as a sewed on skull mask covered the top part of his face. His eyes were dark, and latched on to yours immediately.

Hands sweaty and nerves shot, you throw back the two shots once more before gathering the courage to walk up to the big man in a skull mask.

Apart of you rips you to shreds. How stupid you were. You already had one psychotic maniac in your garage and here you are, walking up to another one, possibly.

Nobody at the table was ready for you to walk up, as suddenly the atmosphere changed as all four eyes locked on the new arrival.

The 141 was use to people staring at them, whispering about them, wanting them. It was completely different when someone actually walked up to them. And especially being as…innocent as you were. A cute flower shirt stating “Carrot On My Wayward Son” with blue jeans and sandals didn’t exactly scream “intimidating!”. You had everyone’s attention.

But especially Ghost. Who clocked you as soon as you stepped in and didn’t stop as you drank and took inventory of the crowd.

It was exhilarating.

“Can I get you a drink?” Was the first thing you said and it was directed at Ghost. If you could scream at yourself, you would. No introductions, no “sorry for interrupting” or “I hope you guys are having a good night”. Immediately going for “do you want a drink and take me home?”. This wasn’t you.

Neither was almost beating a man to death, so you were finding out new things about you all the time.

You didn’t pay attention to the rest of the guys, who looked wildly at each other. This was NOT what they had expected but they stayed silent. Many people didn’t approach Ghost but here you were.

He stayed silent as well, taking note of your facial expression and watching as it fell. Taking his silence for rejection. Before you could apologize and turn around, his voice came out from the mask and if you survived this whole ordeal, you would beg him to read a manual so you could masturbate to it later.

“Bourbon. Kentucky.”

A smile laced your lips as you nodded and turned around to order it for him. He decided rather quickly that he liked your smile and wanted to see it more. Ignoring the rest of his team, he got up and silently followed you up the bar. You snagged a place by the wall and waited as the bartender completed your request.

You couldn’t ignore the behemoth of a man standing next to you and you couldn’t stop your face from warming up as you realized how close you two were standing.

“Not y’r usual scene, luv?” His voice vibrated through you. Addicting. You chuckled looking up at him.

“That obvious?”

“Dead give away.” His gloved lightly touched your shirt, but you could swear he just set it on fire. You couldn’t help but also blush at how ridiculous you must look. You laughed at yourself.

“I guess I didn’t see what I put on before getting here.” You tried explaining lamely, suddenly thankful the bartender chose to drop off his drink.

“Put it on my tab. ‘ers too.” The way he said it made your argument die on your tongue. Of course you could pay for it, but how could you say no?

You could see him pull his mask up and you found the bar to be interesting, desperate to give him privacy.

He would be lying if he said that didn’t make his cock hard. Look at you. Being so obedient and so polite. Fuck, it was gonna kill him. After his mask was back on, you turned back to him, losing yourself in his dark eyes.

“Thank you.” In your head, it was confident and stern but in reality, it barely came out a whisper.

“Wha’ do ya need, luv?” Getting straight to the point, and it brought you back to why exactly you were here in the first place.

You weren’t here to flirt with guys in skull masks. You were here because you were in trouble and you needed help. You couldn’t help the broken inhale or the way you chest shuddered. Ghost clocked all of it. Suddenly, his dark thoughts became even darker.

Something was wrong with his little luv and he wanted to fix it. No, he needed to fix it.

“I’m…kind of in a bind. And I don’t know what to do.” He hummed at that. He glanced back to his table before meeting your eyes.

“Your place or mine?”

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You explained you didn’t drive here and asked if you should get a cab. He declined, stating he’ll take you both. Giving him directions to your place, you couldn’t help but be surprised at his vehicle of choice: a black Harley. You should have guessed but it still made you stutter. He looked over at you with your wide eyes and eyebrows near your hair line and laughed. Deep and velvety and it grew a flower inside of your chest that you couldn’t explain away.

“Scared, luv?” Ghost chuckled, fixing to put his helmet over your head. “Hang on tight.” Watching him mount his bike should be considered illegal, and you couldn’t help the clench of your thighs as you took in this specimen.

It had been way too long.

He turned on his bike as you got behind him and hanging on to him tightly, he began the ride back to your house. Your prison. You soaked in his warmth and the way his muscles contracted against your chest. He was all muscle and it had been too long since you felt muscle. You wished the drive was longer, so you could pretend that maybe you actually went to the bar looking for fun, and you really did pick up a guy and now you were headed back to your place to see how far you would go. You could actually be normal.

But all dreams end and yours ended rather quickly as he pulled up to your driveway. You waited for him to kill the bike and tell you it’s okay to let go. He does after a moment. He didn’t want you to know how good it felt having you wrapped around him. Like you belonged there. Like you belonged with him.

Tearing the helmet off and shaking your head, you hand it back with a small ‘thanks’. You both stared at each other before his eyes left yours to look over at place. Jogging your place to memory. Now he knew your address, and if you thought he wasn’t coming back, well, you would be sorely mistaken.

“Cute place.” His voice melted you and you couldn’t help but give him genuine smile. You did appreciate his comment, you had worked hard on your yard and house. This was yours. You wanted to make it perfect.

You begin walking to your front door as your heart went into overdrive. You feel like you should turn him away. You should get a rain check. You wanted this guy to come back, not help you with this. You didn’t want to scare him away. Before you knew it, both of you stood in the front door as you dug in your pocket for your house key. Finding it quicker than later, your hands shook as you unlocked the door. Before you could do the logical thing and stop him from coming inside and discovering one of your deepest and darkest secrets, you swing the door open and step inside.

It was quiet, thankfully, as you allowed this hunk of man to walk in after you and close your door.

Ghost didn’t know what to expect. You still haven’t told him what issue you were having and his mind was going wild. Was it a boyfriend issue? Landlord being a prick? Stalker who couldn’t get the message?

Looking over your house, he thought it was too fucking cute. Maybe you had a rat issue and didn’t have a man to help you out. Of course, Ghost would help you out. And you two would be discussing payment later after it was done.

He took in your soft yellow lights filling the room. An older episode of ‘Doctor Who’ playing silently as his eyes took in your posters that covered your walls. Some of them were older movies. A few he recognized, like ‘The Thing’ by John Carpenter and ‘Legally Blonde’ with Elle Woods. He had Johnny to thank for having control over the TV one night in the barracks and he didn’t want to admit that it caught his attention more than not.

Your bookshelf caught his eye next as he took in your collection. A few were a book series that he didn’t know but they looked fantasy in nature, and others were one offs and some horror books scattered around but one that caught his eye and made him turn back to you was: ‘How to tie up your partner properly and 99 other things BDSM related.”

He couldn’t help the smile, even if you couldn’t see it.

“In a bin’, yeah?” Your cheeks violently heated up as you realized he clocked your books and saw one that must have peaked your interest. You crossed your arms and laughed, heading now towards the kitchen to stir the crockpot, to keep yourself busy.

“Sorry about those. I don’t really get much company. They’re just for looks. Like gag gifts.” You tried to explain. Ghost followed you and took in a big whiff of what was one of the best things he's ever smelled before.

Look at you in your perfect little home, not scared to go to a bar filled with bad men, approaching him like it wasn’t a death sentence and respecting his privacy while he drank. And fuck. The food smelled delicious. You were perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“‘t’s okay, luv. You give me whatever’s cookin and I’ll get you in and out of any bin’ you want.” You thought he was still lightly making fun of you. You couldn’t be further from the truth. You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. Your heart was thumping thinking that the garage was too quiet. Was the man sleeping or did he escape? Was he waiting for you to check on him before attacking you again? Would this new man actually help?

Did you make the worst mistake of your life?

Deciding no time like the present, you needed advice and sooner the better, you stood by the door, less than a foot away from Mr. Tall, Dark and Sexy and took a deep breath in.

“I was hoping you could help me with this. Help me…navigate. I don’t know how to explain it, so I wanted to show you first and then tell you, if that’s alright?” Your voice started off strong but got quieter as time went on. Ghost suddenly became rigid and aware of his surroundings. He couldn’t think of what could possibly be behind that door that you so desperately didn’t want to show him, but had to. You needed help. And you found him.

It didn’t matter what was behind that door. Of course he would help you, sweet thing. And then he would eat dinner with you, then fuck your brains out and while you were sleeping, install some security cameras before asking you out on a proper date.

You had interested the beast when you walked in bar, and his interest has only been growing since.

“Go ahead luv, I got you. I’m ‘ere.” His voice shouldn’t have calmed you as much as it did, but you couldn’t stop the wave crashing over you. You trusted him and that was terrifying.

Unlocking the door, you swung it open.

The smell was the first thing to hit him.

Dried blood and sour piss wafting in and leaking into your home. The darkness was consuming and you couldn’t see a inch in front of you until you flicked on the light and your horror scene could be fully realized by the man in the skull mask.

Other than the small green car that had its back door opened with dried blood covering the seat, a small freezer near the back exit and a shelf full of canned goods, there was a bloody man, tied up with his head off to one side, either dead or passed out.

“I know what it looks like but-“

“Little dove, this is exactly what you think it looks like.” You expected him to sound horrified, or at least disgusted. Not…amused. It startled you but you kept your cool. Maybe this was his initial reaction. He certainly wasn’t expecting this, you assume.

You head to the freezer to grab a bottle of alcohol. Rum. Ghost closes the door with you three in the garage and walks to the tied up man. He takes note of his stained and soiled clothes, multi-day stubble and greasy hair. Ghosts gloves hand reaches out and grips the man by the hair, waking him up and forcing him to look at Ghost with a dazed look before all sleep vanished and what was left was pure rage. Ghost held out his other hand for the bottle, which you did as you were told. He quickly made do with the cap before pushing the man’s head back and pouring some in his mouth.

“How d’ you end up here? Honestly.” His voice dropped lower than you had heard it before. It was terrifying and made you realize how nice he had sounded before. How much you enjoyed that.

The man tried to turn towards you but Ghosts hand wrapped tighter around his hair, refusing to let him move an inch. “Not at her. Me.” He commanded and you realized quickly that this man wasn’t just a soldier but a leader. A commander in his own right. It was terrifying and yet, strangely, horribly turned you on.

It had been way too long, you completely decided.

He had gave you back the bottle which you took gently before standing away from the two, trying to stay out of the attackers eye sight, trying to listen to the man who was clearly in charge now. The attacker sneered, his lips curled back as he gauges the guy that held him.

“This stupid fucking bitch-” before you could put together what happened, the attackers head snapped back and he yowled in pain. Fresh blood spurting out from his nose as now he laid crooked and absolutely broken. Ghost didn’t give him a second before yanking him back to him, anger now littering his voice.

“Wanna try tha’ again without insulting my little dove?” You couldn’t stop the warmth from flooding you. When was the last time someone spoke about you like that? Protected your character like it was your job?

You were definitely going to call him after this, you thought happily to yourself in this middle of the chaos.

“Oh fuck you man. Your girl is a fucking cunt-”

Another hit and after that Ghost began walking away, beckoning you with his fingers, which you obeyed without a care in the world. The man was left to himself screaming and when the door closed on him, his screams were greatly reduced but still there if you listened. And you did. You stayed quiet, gauging what the newcomer thought. Ghost stayed silent, and inched his hand to the bottle that you held which you gave him graciously. He pulled his mask up to drink and you looked away again, but you could hear it pour down his throat and it settled something warm in you. Once he was done, he pulled his mask back down and gave you the bottle and you followed lead. The rum eased some of your anxiety, letting you feel warm as you pulled off your shoes and sat on your couch, waiting for him to join.

Ghost grabbed a chair before dragging it and sitting it directly in front of you, invading your space. You wouldn’t complain. Maybe he wasn’t close enough…

“So, luv. I was expecting some boyfriend issue. Maybe dirty landlord, or a fuckin’ rat. But kidnapping and torture? Well. If you didn’t have my interest before, you definitely got it now.” His accent was deeper and darker but you couldn’t say if he was angry or not. Your eyes dropped from his in shame and landed on his chest before his fingers lightly gripped your chin to lift them back to his. You gulped before you nodded. Fear soaked you through and through. You needed to tell him your story. You needed him to understand.

“Well, I was driving home from after work…”

[extemts]

IM BACK

I could not get enough so I’m gonna request some more if that’s okay 👍🏻😜

Maybe a joost Klein x male reader, but maybe the reader actually being on the cover of vogue and after a lot of other brand want him as well, but he reader get stressed maybe and joost isn’t there to confront him ☹️☹️ and maybe more?????

You look like an ancient painting people queue for in a museum, pt. 2

This little baby is a direct part two to this story, requested by the same user! I looooved writing it so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make the part two. I am working on these requests like Lightning McQueen wow i am so amazing bro??? If you are still waiting for yours, mind you I currently have another 7 requests sitting in there, but I typically finish a request within 48h at most! Regardless, my requests remain open because I love doing this.

requested? yes! reader? male! genre? slight angst, distress, eventual comfort.

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Your last runway show truly pushed your media interest to it's peak- brands were requesting you from every single branch, all over the world. While that was probably the best thing that ever happened to you, at least career wise, your manager kept accepting almost every deal you were offered, sometimes pushing up to three different photo shoots within three different cities onto your already tight schedule, making it all overflow. Time was so tight that you had to eat your lunch while trying to fight your way into tight clothes, while another person was trying to fix your hair. Not to mention that all this attention and sudden boom of jobs you had accepted was causing major anxiety, leaving you awake a lot of nights, sadly with almost no comfort to cling to. Your boyfriend? He was busy touring the Netherlands, and the fact that these schedules barely aligned meant that he was available for phone calls during the day, but busy owning the stage of clubs all over the country at night, while you were busy posing for various clothing brands up until the time that he usually went on stage. It was heart breaking for both of you, on every level. Realistically you both needed the comfort, but even Joost admitted that you had it a lot rougher right now.

He was used to touring and playing almost every night for up to a month, meanwhile the sudden popularity you gained was new for you. All you could do is push yourself through it with all possible strength, even though you barely had any left, but today was the very last day of the season, during which you were nearly at your breaking point, the only thing keeping you going being the fact, that tonight was also the last night of that stupid tour. You only had to keep it together for this very last photo shoot, which was already the fourth one today, then tomorrow you could fall into the arms of your boyfriend, crying out your eyes.

"Go go go, we don't have time!" the loud voice of your photographer pulled you out of your thoughts, surprising you by the aggressive clapping that was somehow meant to signal you to hurry up. Without a word, you tie up the bow in front of your satin button up, forcing yourself into shoes that were clearly too small for you, because that's what modelling was- either you naturally fit into the sizes they pick for you or you make it fit by forcing yourself into uncomfortable clothes, especially as a man you struggled with clothes simply not always meant for your body type.

You were half way through this horrible experience when someone finally pushed you over the edge.

"Could you please, for the love of all we know, try looking less like a corpse? Do you think anyone would look at an ad for make up and think, wow I have to buy this, he looks so fabulously empty and distraught!" your photographer out down the camera with a groan, shaking his head like you had totally ruined his day now. If this wasn't the harsh truth of your every day life, you wouldn't even believe yourself. After a month of 12h work days nearly every day, you just got mocked for looking exhausted? Everything was boiling up inside you. Usually Joost was here, working on music on his laptop while watching you pose, fighting off any photographer or stylist that decided to cross very clear boundaries, but this was your 27th day without your boyfriend, and around your 100th photoshoot within that time. Your head was spinning, your throat felt hot and tight, every muscle was aching- and god your ears were ringing, all while there was yelling all over the place. "We have three good pictures. Three, among around two hundred. Are you taking this serious at all? I thought this was your dream! But since this doesn't seem to really come to a good outcome today, you can go. We have to work with what we got."

There wasn't a word you could get out of yourself. You were left on shaky legs, changing back into your own clothes while trying to hold back tears from the immense sensory overload you felt right now, not to mention the way you were talked to just now, on the other hand you know you couldn't just let people walk over you like this, like your manager had been doing ever since they realized you were getting bigger and bigger. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. I expect you to be more professional soon." you hear behind you as you tie up your shoes, stopping in your path of action to turn around, leaving it untied. "Me? Unprofessional? I wasn't the one that decided to accept every single offer. You were the one that pushed this many jobs onto me, as if you aren't already drowning in money." you spat our, eyes filling up with tears for a second, before quickly being wiped away with your sleeve. With your bag in hand, one of your shoes still untied and the make up still heavy on your face, you rush towards the exit, only turning around at the last second upon hearing your managers surprised and offended gasp. "And you're right, we will be talking about this, because I'm gonna look for a new agency! I know damn well anyone would take me with open arms right now!"

The rest of your evening was filled with sniffling in the back of your Uber's car, desperately wanting to stay quiet as not to embarrass yourself right now. The moment you arrived at your place, your heart dropped once more. The bedroom light was on, at almost one am, and there was no way Joost could've made it home by now, and you know for a fact you didn't leave the light on. However your head was empty at this point, and unlike any rational person who would stay outside and call the cops when thinking someone might have broken into your home, you walked into your apartment as carefully as possible, shouting out that you were home, and what greeted you in response was the least of what you expected.

"I made it home right in time!" the familiar voice rings through your ears as your boyfriend stood in front of you, mid unpacking luggage. Your tears start spilling out again, you drop your bag and within a matter of seconds, you were right where you were meant to be- inside Joost's arms. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes was exactly what you so desperately needed, his arms keeping you save, the endless pecks he placed on your lips to greet you again, his hand running through your hair as your tears just keep spilling down your face, spewing out unrecognizable sentences about how horrible the last month was. "It's over now. We're gonna find you a new agency." Joost whispers, his accent acting as a soothing comfort for your heard and soul, the one thing you were in need of this entire last month.

"I missed you, I needed you."

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i hope this is good bro i feel like hamilton today

[ganondoodle]

I just wanna say firstly that i adore your artwork and takes6on Zelda in general! Secondly, much as I wish you never had to deal with the frustrations of creating (especially when you tack on the stress of being on any kind of social platform), I'm glad you talk about your struggle. I've heard people talk about art block every day since I learned what Art was, but nobody ever mentioned "painting oneself into a corner". It's such an apt description that is so infuriatingly relatable that I had to stop eating to thank you for putting it into words. I really appreciate that you're willing to talk about your setbacks in a place like Tumblr, and still share your arts and thoughts. All the best from US of hellscape A, i hope you're doing well.

Thank you!

i used to call it artblock as well, its the most normalized term i guess; i randomly started calling it painting myself into a corner when i got stuck or frustrated on a painting bc welll, it sure feels like it, you painted the walls all around you and dont know how to get out now

it usually happens when i stop having fun and just draw what i want and instead keep subconsciously forcing myself into arbitrary rules; in my case its usually trying to be too perfect, i try to adhere to the sketch, i try to make every block of color have a perfectly clean edge, separate the drawing into way too many layers and am afraid to delete or erase anything, i tense up my whole body as frustration builds bc of impatience as this method of painting does not work for me at all and in the end lose motivation on it all and my nerves are stretched thin (i work best when i think as little as possible, just kinda loosely letting my hand do what it wants on few layers and no specific plan, after losing that its hard to get it back)

having those low moments with your art is normal as your skill grows, but even knowing so, and having gone through it countless times, it never stops making you feel like shit, and its especially frustrating when it happens when you just got enough time to work on stuff or have alot of ideas but you cant get it to work

(and funnily enough it also tends to happen after another work of mine got more attention than i thought .. even worse when it was just a sketch bc now i got the pressure on me to actually finish it and the fear of it doing worse once done looms over the whole thing- which doesnt mean i dont want people to interact with my wips, bc that also has an extremely demotivating factor to it bc it makes me think no one cares or it sucks and doesnt deserve the time i would need to spend on finishing it; also .. alot of my wips stay wips forever, which is fine, but like .. you cant always expect a finished tm version to happen)

i do find it a little funny you praise me for talking openly about it bc i am notoriously unable to shut up ever and only recently got better at NOT talking as much about it when i feel as shitty as this bc it doesnt really help anyone and gets annoying really fast xD (im also notoriously unable to not post absolutely everything bc i got no one to show it to and otherwise it will just collect dust on my harddrive so i might as well throw it out there no matter how much i might hate it, someone else might still enjoy it anyway)

and greetings back from the -not really much less of a hellscape- that is germany o/

[pestorik]

I love your AU so much, it's so cute!

I need to know what kinds of adventures Adeuce gets up to with their caterpillar. The name Absolem comes to mind (or perhaps Alistair?) just because that's what the caterpillar from Tim Burton's Alice is named, if you're wanting to keep with that theme.

I'd love to see what Octavinelle looks like in your AU (they're my favorites!!!) but take your time, and make it how you want it to be. You're doing wonderful work!

im shocked i actually forgot about there being a caterpillar in alice in wonderland. absolem sounds a bit too serious imo, i was imaging a cutesy name to match his appearance lol. im considering "fozzy" like fozzy the bear.

putting this under the cut for those who want to read my very sane ramblings

I imagine A+D adventures would be very much in the vein of the original AT episodes with every one having a new storyline and introducing new characters, and then later episodes having those characters come back and revealing more backstory/becoming more involved in the overall plot (ie magic man, slime princess, etc). and then ofc a more "core" cast with more frequently occurring characters like heartslabyul and maybe some other first years. It would definitely be ace and deuce-centric with them driving most of the interactions and then gradually having more and more episodes that arent just about them.

in my head riddle introduction goes like this: A+D are native to the garden kingdom and are doing their regular stupid shit. that day it just happens to be doing parkour in the royal gardens. riddle comes along and is ofc furious and being the overreactive little freak that he is, banishes them from the kingdom. that's how they meet cater, who introduces them to trey, and they eventually kick riddles ass and its revealed he has a very controlling mother who influences his behavior. riddle realizes the error of his ways and they all team up and usurp her. riddle takes over the kingdom and is now mostly an ally.

trust me i love riddle and a lot of other characters but almost everyone would start out as being a cartoon villain bc that's just the nature of AT. leona is a prince but has no real political power so spends his days bullying civilians. epel has been enslaved by an evil witch (vil) and needs the help of A+D to beat him up, but after vil's defeat epel understands him better and becomes his apprentice by choice. jack the wolf seems hostile at first but they learn he is actually a human who has been cursed and he spends like the entire series trying to break the curse and you only get to see him human in the very last episode lol. everyone will be a silly character with silly problems but overall still sympathetic and relatable. it will have some sad and heartfelt moments but mostly remain lighthearted (just like AT). these are cartoony, oversimplified representations of canon twst, not meant to be realistic takes or a deep dive into mental illness.

i'll be working on octavinelle once i finish savanclaw (they will all be in order) but azul is going to be the octopus wizard and he has 2 evil henchmen. they run a successful seafood restaurant as a front for their magical crime ring. or maybe A+D defeat them and convince them to go into the food business instead of organized crime and they find out they are really good at it lol

[hearts444innie]

Stop overworking yourself

Lee: Chan 🐺

Ler: Felix ☀️

🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁

It was around 12 am and all the members were asleep…except Chan. He was up working on songs and such, he was tired but the pressure of being a leader and not wanting to disappoint anyone was intense.

So he continue to work, he heard his door being opened and there stood Felix.

“Chan hyung why are you not asleep?”

Chan started at him for a moment Before speaking

“I’m not tired and I wanna work so-“

“hyung you ARE tired you need to take a break..I don’t like when you are overworking yourself”

Chan sighed “Lix I’m not tired and I’m not overworking myself I’m fine I just don’t…want to disappoint anyone.” Those words made Felix furrow his eyes brows

“Channie hyung your not disappointing no one your doing amazing but please take a break there’s always time to get back to work”

“I’m not tired tho-“

Felix pushes Chan lightly onto the bed.

Felix what are you-NOHOHO WHAHAIT-“

Felix just went everywhere all over his Body just really any spot Chan didn’t have time to protect

“Now tell me hyung are you willing to sleep now?”

“NO QUIT NAHAHAH IM NOT TIRED”

“Oh no? Fine then endure this torture for the mean time~”

He dug into chans armpits making the leader go ballistic on laugher

“NO STOHOHOHP HAHAHAH PLEASE I CANT TAKE THIS”

Felix stopped for a moment to give him a breather but still keeping his fingers in his armpits

“Get out of my armpits!” Chan whined out scared to even try to move knowing his fingers are still there

After a few minutes Felix went back to torturing the poor boy, now Chan was strong but when it came to tickles he was weak he fought as much as he could but the sunshine boy knew how to get him good.

“Are you tired yet~ because I won’t stop until you agree to sleep~”

Chan still keeping his pride up only gave the boy a sassy no only resulting in him getting tickled harder (rip Chan 😭)

Felix made an offended face making Chan giggle more “I’ll so make you take that answer back!”

“Ah! Waihait I’m sorry eek-!”

Chan squirmed around more as Felix’s fingers found their way to his and sides, just everywhere and it was driving the leader insane

“FELIX PLEASE AHAHAHAHA ITS TOHOHO MUCH!!”

Felix could tell how tired the boy was as he was panting and had tears from all of that so he thought maybe he should finish off softy.

“Alright then how about we go with soft tickles yeah~?

“Yehehes please” hey it was better than almost laughing to death.

Felix softy tickled his ears and Chan sunk deeper into the mattress wanting to be as little as possible from this embarrassing moment as he giggled and blushed.

“Hyung you’re so cute like this!…I need to do this more often” this made the boy blush even more of a deeper red

“Hahahaha pleaseee don’t sahahy that”

“Why does it make it worse?~”

“Plehehehease okay okay I’m tired”

“Yay good!” Felix said as if he wasn’t just torturing the boy

They both fell asleep and all chan could think was the whole thing that happened he blushed when he was in deep thought of it maybe he did want this to happen again

CHANLIX HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SJDKSJ-

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They're not 80s rock band style, but I am really curious to see what their band skins might look like

[hella1975]

watched saltburn and really fucking liked it actually. day 5937 of realising people on tiktok are just cowards

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[foxprints]

Not sure who it beat the futz outta but I'm sure they deserved it

[skitskatdacat63]

Happy 5/14!!!!

Aaaaahh not sure if this is my best work 😭 I just really wanted to draw smth for vettonso day but my brain hasn't really been functioning well LOL so I kept dreading working on this, especially bcs its so important to me, y'know? I hope it's good????? I'm happy with the concept, but I was just so unsure on so many of the angles and it was killing me. I did the color thing bcs I thought it'd add something interesting to it :) since I didn't paint it as I usually would

Anyways! Process!

Now I will explain all of them:

Boy king au is where it all starts of course. I think their relationship is the most developed in this compared to the others, but at the same point, they just start from such a different point, especially affection-wise. All of these kinda have a power dynamic, except the last one, and this is the most imbalanced. Fernando is being subservient, the only part of Seb he may kiss(in public lol) is his hand.

Matador au next. They hurt themselves when they try to be affectionate, because they live in the culture of a sport of violence and death. The sword separates them, their love for the sport keeps them apart, in fear that they hurt each other. Seb, yet again, looks down upon Fernando. Seb haunts Fernando's whole career, the constant overhanging presence. Also aside from that, shame that you can't see his three musketeers look bcs of the black background 😔

2012 core!!! I think this one is pretty easy to understand. Both of them often kiss their trophies, more so than any driver. So they're both trying to claim the wdc trophy by kissing it. Maybe you guys should just get rid of the trophy altogether and claim each other! But yes, just like the sword in the matador au one, the trophy and their ambitions divides, keeps them from ever bridging the vast gap between them, at least at that point in time.

The conclusion! Aka what I wish we will get at Imola 2024- kidding kidding. But it is 2024. Finally there is no conflict between them, there's no big thing keeping them in conflict, they can finally come together. Finally they can touch, there is no gap to bridge, they can appreciate each other, and appreciate what they failed to in years past.

The thesis is basically that they always have their aspirations between them, and their aspirations happen to be basically the same thing. Until those are resolved, the gap between them is too vast for them to recognize and/or find any commonality. How do you get along with someone when you're both fighting for the same thing? How do you get along when it feels like one of you is winning more? How do you get along when there's such a vast gap?

In boy king au, it's going to take a while before they both feel settled about the issue of the throne. That's what makes that au interesting, they're trapped in this state of non-closure and they have to actually solve their issues without the matter of one of them simply removing themselves from the equation. They have to find a way to get over themselves and their aspirations, because like it or not they're stuck with each other. I think with the hand kissing, it represents how Fernando, at that point, is only willing to play along with the game if it's tradition, and he often won't budge in other ways. Yes, I will show subservience, but only in this detached, formal way that I don't connect personally to. He's still holding his own bitterness over meaningfully appreciating Seb. Though it's not like Seb isn't at fault. It takes a while for him to not hold things over Fernando, and constantly humiliate him. One day they will meaningfully show affection, and it won't be some sort of power play.

I think matador au is pretty similar to real life, and the 2010s era(it's basically just their actual plot line but in the context of bullfighting.) They're forever going to have this big elephant in the room, and it only really gets resolved when one of them leaves the sport. Once they're not fighting directly against each other, they realize what they've been missing out on and what they were not appreciating for so many years beforehand. They finally come together because they can't just rely anymore on the sport keeping them together. They actually have to make that step to be in each other's lives, rather than just taking their presence for granted.

Also the text on the comic. "We keep missing, and missing, and missing, and finally kissing." It's basically: we keep missing the point of it all, we keep failing to appreciate each other presence in our lives and in our own individual grand stories. But when we're not forced together anymore, we have to make the choice to come together again ourselves. We keep missing what we actually need to do. Missing each other in favor of our aspirations. Etc etc. One day we will finally embrace and there will be nothing keeping us apart.

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goodbaye 2 dinobot(uninspired) haelooo lucifer<3