#inbox open for anything

[boopiemadz]

♫ Taylor Swift|Travis Martinez ♫

A/N:

Not sure if this concept makes any sense but whatever, I just wanted to attribute lyrics to songs that reminded me of Travis/ Travis in a relationship with reader. Also I have some stuff in my inbox im slowly working through (yellowjackets x cm) but I love getting asks or just general questions or statements in my inbox!

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"But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm..." -Peace

Travis makes sure your always warm, especially in those long winter months. Anytime he sees you show any signs of a chill he will sacrifice his own warmth by giving you his outer layers. You would always contest this trying to convince him you were fine, but it was no use, he clung to you at night to give you warmth, boiled you water to drink, and even woke up early to start the fire for you when you wake up so that you could 'defrost' right away.

"I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, Chain 'round my neck. Not because he owns me, But 'cause he really knows me" -Call it what you want

Its not much, but it was something. Travis didnt even know it was your birthday, not until Misty brought it up. He felt like such a bad boyfriend for not knowing, I mean sure, they werent in the best spot to focus on things like that, but he knew that it was so important to you that you made sure to keep time in your notebook to make sure you didnt miss it. So instead of going out to hunt he convinced Nat to go alone as he took the time to gather supplies and handcraft a necklace for you. He used some dried leaf stems to make the chain, gathered pebbles from the lake shore to make holes in and use them as beads, lastly for a pendant Travis placed the ring he brought with him on the trip as the centre of the necklace. Ever since he gave it to you, you never took it off. Even when the two of you had moments of uncertainty the marker of love stayed right infront of your heart.

"I lived like an island, punished you with silence, Went off like sirens, just crying. Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It’s on your face, don't walk away, I need to say. Hey, it's all me, in my head, I'm the one who burned us down, But it's not what I meant. I'm sorry that I hurt you..." -Afterglow

Travis was never one to be the first to speak. He will admit he was a dick, cold and cruel. Everything in him faught to keep his facade, to be the man his father had taught him to be. You were a safety net, he found himself slipping and not intentially revealing layers of himself he never knew existed. The more he grew close, the more he distanced himself. You never took it well, you tried to understand but you could only do so much pushing and fighting until you just had to accept it, accept that you werent important enough for him to be vulnerable. When he saw the face you made when you looked at him, the way you would avoid eye contact, he realized he screwed up. Everything in him wanted to fight, but in that moment he knew, love had won, and he could no longer be this person if it meant never loving you.

"So you were never a saint and I loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts. But this love is brave and wild!!" -State of grace

Neither of you were the perfect standout type. He never understood why you werent popular, he thought you were perfect, you shouldve been a saint, you were in his eyes. And obviously he knew he didnt know how to love, love was a word he had heard a minimal amount of times. Displaying love was never his strongsuit, but for some reason you made him want to try. Both broken, both full of pain and grief, yet in that came brightness in the glow of the gentle love that didnt heal, but patched the scars of pain.

"Uh-oh, I'm fallin' in love, Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again ,Oh, I'm fallin' in love. I thought the plane was goin' down how'd you turn it right around?" -Labyrinth

The day he realized he was in deep, he tried to swim back to shore. He didnt know what that fuzzy feeling felt, what that flutter was when you touched, how was he to know? But then he did find a word to describe it, love, what could he do but stand and stare. Then came the rush of fear, the running away, flood of regret that washed over him as he realized that if he loved you, and lost you, that would be way too much to handle, he would have nothing to live for. He couldnt be the man you deserved, he couldnt love you. Until you kissed him like you usually did, it was morning and you had come up to him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He had been trying to distance himself that week, but that simple moment of soft warmth gave him hope, how did you manage to turn this plane wreck (no pun intended) into a field of darkness with a shining light.

"Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns. They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run. Baby, I know places we won't be found, and they'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down. 'Cause I, I know places we can hide. I know places, I know places..." -I know places

Through the times you were his in secret, he would take you away to a secret spot in the woods. A hollowed out stump right next to a creek, thats where he would take you when the noise of the group got too loud. The others had their suspicions, they dug and chased down answers, but when you were alone, none of it mattered. Not the hunts, not the hunger, not the wilderness, just for a second the rituals and suffering faded away, even for just a second.

"Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" -Peace

Was he enough, enough for you. Everything he was, was the opposite of what you deserved. You shouldve never been put in this situation, none of the pain was fair. All you deserved was peace. But thats something he couldnt offer, he didnt even have it himself. But in those long nights what mattered more to you then him giving you peace, was him being there, by your side as the sun went down curled up in his arms. He never promised healing, he couldnt give you anything, but what was enough was love.

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^^^ look at my man 🤭🤭😍😍😍

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

so… how does autism even happen? they say “there’s only in increase in numbers because they have better ways to diagnose” but I’ve seen two, normal and brain healthy adults have severely autistic kids. not to be “that person” but I genuinely believe it could be due to over vaccinating or all the chemicals we consume in food and products on a daily basis.

so are they just using the better ways of diagnosing as an excuse to why autism is increasing so they don’t have to admit they’re poisoning us? is it really a true statement that the amount of people born with autism has stayed the same and it is just because of better diagnostics?

I just can’t comprehend how two healthy adults, with no familial history of autism or anything like it, is at all possible. it must be what we consume, because the amount of chemicals and bioengineered products we consume daily now is absolutely mind blowing. I could totally see how a mother consuming these things whilst pregnant, and before, could lead to her birthing a child with brain issues.

i’m not trying to be ignorant - I just think autism (severe case - can’t be touched, can’t speak, can’t regulate emotions..) is really really really hard to deal with, for the individual yes but also for the parents. I couldn’t imagine not being able to touch or talk to my child, and I would feel absolutely awful if I caused that by what I consumed.

id like to be a mother someday, I have no family history of autism, nor does my partner. but… I know my limits, and having an autistic child would be quite the battle for me. even though mine and my partners bloodline is clean, is it still a likely risk?

Before getting started: I am NOT going over something like this again, so please do NOT send questions like this.

Question 1:

so... how does autism even happen? they say "there's only in increase in numbers because they have better ways to diagnose" but l've seen two, normal and brain healthy adults have severely autistic kids. not to be "that person" but l genuinely believe it could be due to over vaccinating or all the chemicals we consume in food and products on a daily basis.

Answer: two healthy people can have an autistic child. The same way two healthy people can have Down syndrome. Autism itself is a neurodevelopment disorder that affects how we learn and communicate. These disorders affect both the brain and spinal cord. If you do some actual research, the autistic brain is actually a bit larger than a neurotypical one. We have a smaller amygdala however, which helps regulate emotions. That could explain the emotional dysregulation. This disorder literally affects how the brain works. It’s not the same as a neurotypical one. We’re called neurodivergent for a reason.

Question 2:

so are they just using the better ways of diagnosing as an excuse to why autism is increasing so they don't have to admit they're poisoning us? is it really a true statement that the amount of people born with autism has stayed the same and it is just because of better diagnostics?

Answer: Autism itself is a complex disorder and was barely understood years ago. There’s no sign that vaccines are raising. If it were, then mostly everybody would be autistic. But this is not this case.

Here’s an article about the “autism epidemic” as people like the call it:

Question 3:

I’m not going into this part, because this is where you start to get delusional. Like I said before, it’s a developmenttal disorder that ANYONE can have regardless of family history. Yes, Autism tends to run in families, but there can be some where autism doesn’t run in families. Anyone can have autism. It doesn’t matter if it runs in families or not.

We have gotten better with diagnostics because of our more advanced technology. Autism isn’t rising. We’re just getting better at diagnosing and understanding the disorder. It’s still unknown what exactly causes it or how it happens. Some say it’s environmental, others say it could be genetics.

Yes, autism can be hard and difficult to live with. And the fact that you are insinuating that you wouldn’t or like to have neurodivergent child, then you probably shouldn’t be a mother. I would love my child and take care of them, no matter the circumstances. Even if they couldn’t talk, that wouldn’t make me love them less.

Do some research, spend some time talking to autistic people and parents to see their experiences and thoughts. We’re human beings, just like you.

[citrussmoke]

you fw Willsker?!?!? based as hell. please draw then napping in the lab (because i fear they'd do it regularly)??

ok i might've gotten a little carried away

[czerwonaczaszka]

Hiii! ★ how are you!

I’m looking for more asks about Eisoptro-Bled oc project but can be any asks too about the general! My inbox is pretty empty haha, and I’m really thinking about ocs and would love to explain more about them! ★

That’s all! :) thank you!

[r-aindr0p]

HE IS BORN!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE OMG ✨✨✨I'm sobbing it's adorable ;v;✨ CONGRATS ON BEING A MINI ROLLO PARENT NOW!!!!!!!!

[maidragoste]

Loving your ex-husband Cregan fics! I’m so curious to know what even happened between them and why they’re no longer together. Especially given what we’ve just found out that this time last year they were still very much happy and together so it seemed to have been quite a quick switch

Hi, Anon! I am very happy that you enjoy Ex Husband!Cregan so much 🥰🥰💖💖

Let me tell you that I love your ask because it allows me to explain things about lore that in the fics I can't find a way to add that is organic.

First Cregan and his wife got married when they were young when they were finishing their last year of university in King's Landing so as soon as they finished they went to Winterfell because Cregan finds out that his uncle is mismanaging the family business so he wants to take back the reins of the company (this would be my modern version of what happens in the book with Cregan and his uncle lol). He eventually succeeds, but it's all very recent, and he's afraid that as soon as he leaves the North, his uncle and cousins ​​will make a move, so Cregan and his wife stay there.

The problem is that even though Reader tried, she doesn't feel the North is her home. She feels alone, doesn't feel like she has any real friends there, and has a hard time getting used to the cultural differences. She misses the South, her family and friends, and as Rickon grows older, it begins to weigh on her more. She doesn't want the people she considers family to be just strangers who come to visit him on his birthday. She's also tired of feeling like she's missing out on important things in her family and friends' lives, so she wants to return to the South. But Cregan doesn't want to move, so she ultimately files for divorce 😞

They don't get divorced because they don't love each other, but because she wants something different and he realizes she's unhappy 😭😭

Thanks for writing to me, Anon, and I hope you're okay 💖💖

P.S. If you ever write to me again, you can choose an emoji so I can identify you. <3

[druap]

Not to sound stupid or anything, but how does the 'boom' mechanisms work for Soap in your new au? Like does he just throw a stick of dynamite at the target or does he just combust on the spot?? And if so, how does he like, recover from that??

OH IVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT TOO so basically its REALLY similar to how Bakugo's (MHA) quirk works, but instead of sweat as a medium, Soap creates micro-combustions directly, using electrical discharge as the trigger Johnny has an internal ability to generate electrical energy that he channels through his body at will. this electricity doesn't necessarily harm him but it can cause him to overheat (which can cause stuff like nosebleeds, high blood pressure, skin burns like he has from his charged form)

MORE YAP AND VISUAL REFS UNDER THE CUT

> how it works:

his body builds a charge like a capacitor

he can direct that energy through focus points like his hands, feet, his whole body or some weaponized items (like grenades)

when he "discharges" (sounds weird but idk what else to call this), it causes a micro-combustion — basically an implosive spark that escalates into a burst or explosion based on how much charge he built

> charged form:

whenever Soap is in a high-adrenaline situation or experiences some intense emotions he can go into the charged form (or well if the lighting hits him lulz, lets keep the mc reference there too)

his explosions are stronger and faster in this form

he can get some minor boost to his speed

overheats very easily in this form and it can be very mentally taxing

> recovery notes:

his main limiting factor is his internal power supply (aka all basic needs) and nervous system resistance

he carries some conductive grounding tools (like some copper fabrics or redstone coated stuff)

he can use products that contain some redstone to "recharge" himself for a short period of time. think of it like an energy bars/drinks

his gear is reinforced with some blast paddings (mainly his vest) and shock-absorbing boots

he cant use his powers whenever he's too cold or physically exhausted

i really wanted to make some example animation of the explosions and how they act but irl things are a bit rough time-wise right now. so here are some gifs from MHA as a visual example:

and here're some examples of how the explosion would most likely look like. i feel like it could possibly look very close to how hextech explosions look in Arcane but its kinda still not what i have in mind but these are the closest ones: ArtStation - Lightning Blast 2D FX Animation

ArtStation - VFX Design #01✨, Julie Lafeuille

small note: ive never actually watched MHA so this reference stems from my basic knowledge of this universe and its laws!! note 2: i also havent recalled physics stuff in a very long time too, so feel free to correct me on some stuff if it doesnt make sence even in a imaginary world :]

[sloasis]

MMA EDDIE DIAZ

Under Pressure 2x01 | Malfunction 3x08

[ For : @ogeddiedefender ]

[deceit-and-knowledge]

intro post

that fucking poll eviscerated me so manyyyy of you wanted this so here ya go please note I'm not particularly excellent at rp my only experience is with my gf and we always ended up making something inappropriate ft a crack ship

Hello~ folks!

Welcome to @deceit-and-knowledge my silly little rp blog where I (your local dumbass @jesterlovescookies ) attempts to pretend to be shadow milk, fount/sage, truthless recluse smilk's little freaks, a silly goober or awakened silly vanilly with you and whatever you wanna say or do with "me" yes I'm a unhinged bored man (what the tism does to a hyperfixated mfer)

Icon/dividers made by @jesterlovescookies

The pv and smilk of this blog also have 1 on 1 solo blogs

@deceit-and-doubt and @truth-and-compassion

rules/info (PLEASE READ)

Info:

cutely me rping a lil au thing where smilk and his pre corrupt self exist in the same timeline and while vague awakened pv is taking care of the two. Both are pv simps in their own unique way

Ooc = black text with ooc and small text

Smilk/fount = s or f + blue text

Pure vanilla = pv + orange text

truthless = t + purple text

Candy apple = c + red text

Black sapphire = b + purple text

Healer cookie = h + orange text

Nightshade/light of truth = l + blue text

Dreamweaver = dw + orange text

Truthless' baby phoenix has red text but no letter

Please don't use funny fonts like cursive (unless it's just the word "freaky" for the funny) I can't particularly read it

Characters available are: shadow milk, awakened pv, sage of truth/fount of knowledge and truthless recluse, black sapphire and candy apple per request

some rules: (for my comfort)

if I don't get to you instantly don't rush me or push me to answer, cause pal- I got a life

You can rp as your own cr oc if you want

Slightly suggestive stuff is allowed

This is for fun, please have fun and don't be rude

Responses are in character as possible (when they're not this is an au)

No spam

Dni if you have an issue with shadowvanilla

extra info:

This rp does use alot of my hcs for the smilk's

Which are

Neurodivergent, genderfluid, blind in the blue eye (not teal/yellow), can't walk well so floats, touch starved but dislikes being touched, bites for affection (there's more and will apply when needed)

(tho fount wears glasses whilst smilk doesn't to assist with the blindness)

you can refer to sage/fount with your pre corrupt names for shadow milk but he won't claim those as his actual name he'll just respond to anything that isn't shadow milk

FAQ: sorry but no. I don't have the time nor social battery or energy for it. You know the question you're asking frequently. It's a no. I prefer short stuff like what I'm already doing. Go find someone else please.

anyhoo have fun! Rp away, inbox is always open on this blog ^^

[sceletaflores]

Can you please please please write a smut FIC where reader and Mike is on the Night Shift and we end up thigh ridinggg!!!!

- ps we call him Mikey 😭😭😭

Body Language

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

word count: ofc it's 1.9k

warnings: nsfw 18+

authors note: hi anon! thanks so much for the ask, i had so much fun writing it! hope you love it! mwah <333

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“About time you finally show up.”

Were the first words Mike heard as soon as he walked into the security office of Freddy’s. He sighed loudly, shrugging his rain coat off to hang it on the back of the door.

"Don't start," he said gruffly.

Mike turned to face you, your body leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed over your chest. You had a smug smile on your face. "I was starting to think you got too scared to come back."

Mike scoffed. "Don't get too excited," He deadpans. "I just had some trouble with the babysitter.”

You don't respond, only following him with your eyes as he walks over and sits down in the one office chair in-front of the monitors. Mike can tell you've been here for a while now, if the half-drunken water bottle and empty protein bar wrapper sitting on the desk is anything to go by.

He only just starts flipping through the different channels when you speak up again. "You're in my seat."

He doesn't look up from the screen when he replies. "You weren't sitting in it."

You scoff loudly, he can hear you push off the wall. The sound of your footsteps getting closer and closer as you walk toward him. "I was sitting in it for thirty minutes before you even got here."

"You sound like a child," He replies, swiveling around to face you. Your body is close enough to slightly loom over his seated form. "Just go get another chair from the dining room."

"No, I was here first. The comfy chair is mine," You press. "You go get a chair."

"Comfy chair" was definitely a stretch, the office chair was only slightly better than the dining chairs.

Mike stares at you for a moment before swiveling back to the monitors. "No." He says, completely dismissing you.

It's quiet for a moment, before you let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine." You state, with a small shrug before shoving between Mike and the desk and unceremoniously plopping down in his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike asks loudly, raising his hands up to avoid touching you. You've already gone back to work, idly flipping through the monitors like this is normal.

"You won't move, so you have to share." You say simply.

Mike stares daggers at your back, slowly placing his hands on either side of the chairs arm rests. "You're crazy." He mutters, but the last thing he's going to do is get up and let you win this weird ass game you've decided to challenge him to.

He tries his best to ignore you, he really does, but after a while he can feel his heart start to beat ever so slightly faster. Mike's not proud enough to admit that you're definitely attractive. He'd always thought that, even though you drive him crazy 90% of the time. You have a gorgeous face, and an amazing figure. Of course he would never tell you any of this, you would never let him hear the end of it.

So he doesn't, but on his lonelier nights, he lets his mind run rampant with visions of you on your knees, mouth open and waiting for his release. Or you on all fours, moans pouring out of your mouth uncontrollably as he thrusts in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting the spot inside you that makes you light up like a Christmas tree. Or you on your back, hands gripping his hair so tightly because you can't handle how good his mouth feels sucking on your clit.

Those nights are becoming more and more frequent these days, and he can never refrain from shoving his hand down his sleep shorts and fisting his hand over his hard cock furiously until he ruins his boxers.

Mike's brought back from his thoughts running rampant in his head by the mortifying realization that currently, with you mere inches away from his crotch, he's hard as a rock. It's not helping that all he can see is your silhouette directly sitting in front of him. Your curves fully on display, in your form fitting shirt and tight jeans. He can't help the way his eyes scan down your body. Greedily raking from your shoulders to your waist that tapers down to the swell of your ass sitting pretty inches away from his growing bulge.

Worst of all, you just won't stop fidgeting. Tiny, unconscious movements that jostle Mike just enough to make him feel his dick scrape against the zipper of his jeans. All he can do is stare, sweating bullets basically white-knuckling the chair in order to stay still, scared to even breathe too deeply.

Then it all goes to shit in a matter of seconds. You knock the water bottle off the desk trying to switch monitors, and when you go to pick it up you scoot back just the tiniest bit, but it's enough to grind your ass directly over his dick.

Immediately Mike has his hands tight around your hips, jerking you back up into a sitting position as quickly as he can. His whole body going rigid against the chair in embarrassment, eyes wide and mortified.

You're still too, back sitting up straight as a board. He's waiting for you to say something, to laugh at him, but you're silent. There's an apology on the tip of his tongue, when suddenly you push the chair out from the desk, sending you and Mike flying backwards. In a flash, you flip to face him sitting directly over his thigh. Slotting your knee between his legs and the chair.

Your pupils are blown, eyes swallowed almost entirely by black. "How long?" You ask, softly. It takes Mike a second for your words to break through the fog clouding his brain, but he's just confused. He tilts his head to this side in question, not trusting his voice to sound anything but fucked.

"How long were you sitting here with this," You specify what you're saying by pushing your knee more firmly against his hard dick, making Mike's hands spasm on your hips and choke out a soft whine. "Before you planned on doing anything with it?"

Mike can do nothing but blink up at you slowly. You look almost predatory, staring at him so fiercely he swears you can see his soul. You still haven't moved, he can feel the warmth radiating between your legs against his thigh. His hands jerk almost unconsciously, trying to get you to grind forward. You smile, looking down at your position splayed over his lap and back up to his face.

"What do you want?" You ask sweetly. "Do you want me to move, Mikey?"

Your words hit him like a truck, he moans loudly, nodding his head frantically. "Yeah? You want me to move?" You ask again, tipping into his personal space, hands flat on his chest. You lean forward, breath puffing out over his ear.

"Move me then." You hiss, directly into his ear.

Mike lets out a guttural groan, eyes snapping shut tightly. He wants to, so badly but he just can't.

"Come on Mikey," You goad, your eyes glassy. "Move me."

Mike opens his eyes, looking down at his grip on your hips. Ever so slightly, he shifts you forward. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting to let out a small moan. Turns out that's all the encouragement Mike needs. He grinds you backward before roughly dragging you forward again. It's absolutely lewd.

"Fuck, Mike." You say breathlessly, chin dropping down to your chest, going completely pliable in his hands letting him move you. He can only stare incredulously at you, beyond shocked that this is really happening. He's waiting to jolt awake home alone in bed with a soiled pair of boxers at any moment.

But he doesn't, you're actually here. Sitting on his lap grinding a wet patch into his jeans. Mike hardly knows what to do with himself. Your body is warm between his hands, alive in ways he never thought to be possible. "Jesus," He whispers to himself, sweat dripping down his brow. “Fuck…!” Mike grits out, wrenching his head up to stare at the ceiling. “I can’t look”

He feels you falter the slightest bit, hips slowing down a fraction. “Why not?” You ask softly, a hint of insecurity puncturing your tough exterior.

“It’s too much,” Mike admits breathlessly, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can’t look or I’ll come in my pants.”

You let out a small shocked laugh, but it’s quickly drowned out by another moan. Your body trembles with pleasure. "Shit, faster…go faster," You mutter, taking it upon yourself to speed things up. Hips moving frantically on his thigh. Your knee is still slotted tightly to his now aching cock, he can feel every move you make. The friction feels amazing, it's taking everything in him not to hump up against your leg like a horny dog. The heat from your body feels scalding.

The absolute vision you make sends Mike's nerves quivering. He needs more. He brings his hands up to your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb gingerly. Your eyes open, looking back at him, not ceasing your movements.

"Can I?" He pants, hoping to god you understand what he's asking. It takes you a second, but eventually you nod. He tips forward and seals your lips with his. His fingers sliding into your hair to hold your head in place as he kisses you.

He takes control of the kiss, tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You part your lips willingly for him, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He greedily swallows your moans, groaning all the while.

You break the kiss first, only a string of saliva connects your lips before breaking under the pressure of gravity. Your lips are swollen and red, glossy from kissing.

“Oh god…” Your whimpers ghost over his lips, forehead resting on his. “Oh, god, Mikey…”

“Yeah,” Mike replies, voice deep and scratchy from lack of use, he rolls his hips up the tiniest bit. “Yeah that’s it…Fuck you look so pretty, so pretty for me.”

You nod, hips moving even faster than before, losing the rhythm you’d built up. Your hands fumble down to furiously unzip his hoodie, tearing the zipper down to reveal his plain white tank top underneath. Your hands greedily rake down his chest, nails brushing over his nipples making him whimper out moan.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck, Mike,” You whine, grip tightening into the meat of his chest. He can tell your close without you even saying it.

“Fuck yes, come, come on my thigh.” Mike begs, gripping your hips so tightly it could border on painful.

“Shit! Mikey, I’m gonna come,” Your eyes are screwed shut, sweat making your hair stick to your face.

“Do it.” He pleads, not taking his eyes off your face.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mike can feel your nails digging crescent moons in his chest as you careen over the edge. Hips stuttering as you ride out your orgasm, he can almost feel the way your pussy trembles as you work yourself through the aftershocks, cut off little moans forcing their way out of your mouth. Your body finally gives out, tipping forward to lean on his chest, wet breaths puffing against his neck.

Mike follows suit, eyes dropping closed as he unloads into his boxer shorts making a second wet patch seep into his jeans. Hips twitching up every other second. He moans loudly into your hair, trying and failing to muffle his noises.

When you both come back down, it’s silent for a few moments as you both wrack your brains for what to say. As always, you’re the first one to speak up.

“So…” You say between panting breaths, he can feel you start to smile against his neck. “Same time tomorrow?”

Mike chuckles up at the ceiling, pinching your waist lightly.

“Fuck off.”

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taglist!

@ebodebo @yuenity @mfdxz

[maidragoste]

Picturing poor Rickon being teased at kindergarten because he has a cute little northern accent because he liked to copy his daddy in his baby days and reader feels so bad she brought him south : (

LIKE IMAGINE CREGAN TOO : (

NO BESTIE, I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

But I can't stand that baby Rickon is sad, so in my head, the kids don't make comments to make them feel bad, but because their accent is different and stands out. The first few weeks are complicated for Rickon, and Reader feels really guilty, but then a kid tells him his accent is cool because he's different, and then things get better. Also, Reader talks to the other parents, so Rickon starts making friends and going on playdates.

Of course, Cregan is upset when he finds out, and he and Reader have a talk with Rickon about not feeling ashamed of his accent.

Thanks for writing to me, anon. I hope you're okay. And if you want, next time you can choose an emoji so I can identify you. <3

[druap]

In ur newest au, is there a way to kill soap or ghost? Is it just the normal punching mechanism or do they have fatal weaknesses??

gonna talk about Ghost when ill post his full concepts (likely today or tomorrow lul) so this post will be only about Johnny

gunshots, stabs and other injuries work the same. you can kill him with the "regular" stuff

BUT he also has creeper/power-related weaknesses:

if he builds up too much charge without any release it can cause nerve burnout or even some internal damage like ruptures. this can be lethal if it gets too bad

EMP tech can mess with his ability to regulate the combustion triggers (aka check the first point)

he also should be careful with water! if he's fully submerged and tries to make an explosion it can lead to a grounding failure = muscle spams and heart problems/malfunctions

tiring him out also works as a debuff since his "charging" time is a lot longer when he's physically tired/hungry/cold

if he tries to charge a big explosion when tired his body might shut down in favour of more basic functions like breathing, heart rate, sweating and etc

basically, if you want to kill him in a more tech-y way: mess with his ability to either charge in the first place, or prevent him from releasing the explosion once it's charged. or, yk, just shoot him, that works too :)

[howlidae]

more blackmadhi content!!!!! for the ants!!!

[koralkid]

I want you to draw the Beast Cookie in jail with Shadow Milk Cookie in Solitary Confinement, please!

here you go

bonus mystic flour

[bluvlet]

Trolley Problem text posts part 3 (part 1, part 2)

[maidragoste]

Cregan x Ex-wife

What if they all go on winter vacation. Or maybe they visit Cregan for Christmas or something. Cregan and Rickon are building a snowman while ex-wife is cooking up a delicious lunch. She goes to call them in but watches them throw snow around for a bit. Remembering the Rickons first Christmas and his first time seeing snow. Maybe if you're nice enough the two can have a moment where they kiss. And if you're REALLY nice they end up discussing getting back together. Cause I love a happy ending

We all love the happy endings, although I don't promise to write this 👀

Reader would feel so nostalgic to see Crean and Rickon together (especially when she remembered when Rickon was a baby). Surely she would take a lot of photos in secret and then she would send them to reveal and put a portrait for her house and another would give it to Cregan. And of course, it becomes one of Cregan's most prized possessions 🥹🥹

Thank you so much for writing. I hope you're well and I hope to hear from you again soon 🥰🥰💖💖