#like I’ve said before DAMN that anon got a lot of bang for their buck hahah

[happyheidi]

Gods spare my eyes from the sight of your tiny generic dog and generic cosy blankets and generic moomin aesthetic.

No gods can spare you from this generic dog laying by a generic moomin pillow.

Ur welcome 😏

[zevlors-tail]

Jfc i am nervou s

Thirsty thursday?? Im in

Ok but imagine izuku being HELLA pent up for months and female!reader knows this but want to see him at his breakpoint and end up in like

A m e s s

God i can only imAGINE how riled up he'll get ,_,

Oooohhhh man. Don’t push the green bean, anon. He’s already so frustrated...

I wrote this while listening to “Edge of Heaven” by Breathe Carolina if you want to experience what I did lol. I’ve fucking ascended after writing this. Only Dom!Deku exists in my brain right now. That’s it. Head empty, one thought: Dom!Deku.

If there was one thing Izuku Midoriya hated more than spending time away from you, it was spending time away from you because of stupid fucking steak outs that got him nowhere in the end. A month. A whole month he spent away from you; a month away from your love, a month away from your care, a month away from your touch. The two of you hadn’t done much in terms of intimacy in the weeks leading up to his time away either...mostly because neither of you had the time. You worked a small 9-5 job on the side, and with his hero work being so prominent in his life, the two of you sometimes found it hard to get any alone time.

So maybe that’s why, when he came back from work that night in a terrible mood, you felt the need to push his buttons. Maybe you knew he was pent up. Maybe you knew he was frustrated. Maybe you just wanted to get a rise out of him, or maybe you found it fun. Whatever the reason, you’d went and done it alright. You acted like an outright brat, teased him, picked a trivial argument with him, and then left him high and dry- or, at least you tried to. Deku was having none of that.

“You know what? I’m tired, I’m going to fucking bed. So much for the new lingerie I bought...” You pushed yourself up and off the couch and sauntered towards the bedroom, swaying your hips a little on purpose just to prove a point. Izuku stared at you the whole time, eyes narrowing and following your form to the entryway of the bedroom. While you did feel bad for your pent up boyfriend, you’d missed him a lot over the last month, and he’d only called a handful of times while he was away. You understood steak outs were tricky, sure, but you felt neglected and pent up too.

“New linger- what!? Y/N, that’s not fair!” He threw his arms up in the air before pulling at his hair in frustration, a dangerous glint shining in his eyes.

“Not fair? You left me alone for a month and barely called, how is that fair, huh!?”

There was a short lived moment of silence before he closed the small distance between the two of you within a couple strides, and the next thing you knew your legs were hitting the back of the bed as he hungrily kissed down your neck, hands wandering to the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath. You moaned as he pushed you down onto the bed and toppled on to you, his hands cupping your breasts and giving a harsh squeeze.

“You know, if you wanted me to rail you to the high heavens, Y/N, all you had to do was fucking ask.”

The smoldering look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine. It only takes him a matter of seconds to strip both of you of your clothes, and then he’s going straight for what he wants without any shame. Both of you are pent up, both frustrated, both aching just to touch each other and consume each other. He finds his place atop you, straddles your waist with his legs as he gathers both of your smaller wrists in his one giant hand and pins them above your head. His other hand kneads and massages at one of your breasts as he watches you squirm underneath him, and all he does is smirk down at you when you beg him for more. Sure, he’ll give it to you, but not until you’ve suffered a little like he has. Sadist? No. A tease? Absolutely.

“Izuku, stop teasing!” you whine out.

“Oh? I thought you wanted to be teased. You were acting like such a brat earlier,” he taunts. He pinches a nipple between his fingers and rolls it softly earning a pretty sound from you. He’d do anything just to hear it again.

“Because I missed you!” You can’t help but cry out in desperation, the truth finally bubbling to the surface under his rough treatment. 

Your words pull on his heartstrings and light a fire in him all the same. He feels some of the stress of his month long mission start to melt away, and in it’s place is burning desire. He needs you. Now.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his hand squeezing tighter against your wrists. The hand groping your chest drifts down to your heat, fingers ghosting over your stomach lightly before gliding over your folds to feel how wet you are. A single digit presses against your entrance, and you buck your hips up to get friction as he dips a finger in and starts to slowly pump. “You missed me, huh? Did you miss my fingers too?”

“A-All of you, Izu! Mmn!”

His finger disappears almost as quick as it came, but he doesn’t give you the opportunity to complain about it before he’s lining his hips with yours and sinking his cock into you. His movements are needy, impatient as he circles his hips against you, but you’re already sopping wet and squeezing against him, the feel of him inside you almost a deliriously good feeling after going without for so long. You move against him and let out a low whine, and that’s all it takes for him to start pounding into you with no remorse.

“So tight, ngh!”

“Ahha!”

He growls, his huge shoulders looming over you as you bounce against every thrust. He feels so good, too good, and yet it’s still not enough- you still need more.

“Fuck, ‘Zuku...harder, damn it! Hah-! W-Want...!”

“You want it? Oh, I’ll fucking give it to you, I’ll give it to you so goddamn good-” Utter filth starts to leave his mouth as he pushes you farther down against the bed with his free hand and drills into you. His pace quickens, thrusts becoming more erratic as you try to push back against him. But he holds you still, and you can’t do anything but twist under him and wish you could move. You supposed this might be punishment for acting bratty earlier. If that was the case, then you might have to act like a brat more often.

The familiar sensation of a coil tightening in your stomach had you whining and writhing under your partner, blood boiling under your skin and thrumming in your ears as he pounded into you relentlessly. Behind the both of you, the headboard banged against the wall over and over again, small dents forming from the impact. Not that either of you noticed.

“Touch me, please!” you cried suddenly, both your hands struggling against his one. All you needed was a little push, something to get you over the edge. You were well on your way there already, but you wanted it now, needed the blinding white hot sensation of pleasure you knew he could give you. Izuku refused to let your hands go, however.

“No,” he growled, and you sobbed in frustration as you felt your walls start to clench around him. “Wanna make you cum with my cock...”

“Please!” you begged.

“I. Said. No!” He punctuated each of his words with an exceptionally rough thrust of his cock, each time brushing closer against your g-spot.

Moans and sobs left your lips as you felt yourself grow closer to release every time Izuku pulled out, only to plunge right back in with fervor. Finally, as you felt yourself start to shake underneath him, he let his grip on your wrists go, his hands moving to grasp your hips instead and lift them up off the bed. 

“Izu, what-” You were confused for a moment before he resumed pounding into you, each time pulling you flush against his thrusts by the hips to drive his cock deep into you and hit your g-spot repeatedly. “HAAH!”

“Fuck! So good...Y/N! Gonna give it to you, gonna give it to you so- hn! Hard!”

The coil inside you snapped suddenly, and you lost your breath as Izuku fucked you senseless, cock pummeling your insides while you breathlessly convulsed under him and came. You tried to say something, tried to sing him praises, but the words died on your lips, and the only thing that left your mouth was a small string of drool as your head lolled back onto the pillow. Finally you found purchase in the syllables of his name.

“I...Izuku...”

“Hngh, need to cum! Gonna...! Y/N!” His thrusts turned sloppy as you clamped down on him harder, fluids streaming down your legs and onto the sheets below. You felt a warm sensation wash over you as he came, and the both of you lost your senses for a moment as he slowed to a stop, his hips grinding gently against yours to ride out the aftershock.

You couldn’t help but think that if this was how he was going to react when you riled him up...maybe you should act like a brat more often.

[ladyfl4me]

LIKE CHILEAN MINERS, EMERGING FROM THE DEPTHS, I RETURN TO YOU, BELOVED FOLLOWERS, TO DO SONG ANALYSIS

hey anon who sent this in, here you go! this song is really great, and i wholeheartedly agree that it’s an aubrey and/or pineguard song. i love it so much. it has great vibes and great lyrics, and i can totally fuck with it. because it works so well, i’m going to smush both of those together and analyze in terms of both, moving from aubrey to duck to ned and to the pineguard as a whole. i love this soooooong!!! thank you so much for sending it in!

here we go: first stanza. mobile users, i am so fucking sorry in advance. this is a long one.

“The first snow / The first winter of my life / I was told it was the height of me // The first dance / Well, the first one that counted / Felt like my blood was built from crackling lights”

This stanza uses the concept of “firsts,” and man does it hurt in the context of aubrey. aubrey is young, all things considered; if i remember correctly, she’s in her mid-20s, possibly a bit younger, but she’s definitely in that early 20′s range. she’s just starting to experience adulthood, and in a slightly unconventional way, as a traveling magician and, eventually, a monster hunter. her early life is nothing but a string of firsts. and yet, there’s a sense of nostalgia about this. “The first winter of my life, I was told it was the height of me.” that’s... kind of sad. to think that the best winter of aubrey’s life - the time of her life where things were best - was when she was just one year old, and from there it’s been steadily downhill. i don’t see much in her story to support that.

there is something to be said for ironic contrast, though. the first winter of her new life, as a monster-hunter in kepler who’s trying to figure out her new life and new story, encapsulates the third arc that we’ve just wrapped. with the tree, and the goats, and aubrey touching the crystal and getting her new life. in this whole stanza, i can see her clear as day, standing in the snow outside leo tarkesian’s store, staring numbly at the pizza hut sign that’s yeeted itself through the roof. up until that point, that’s been the height of her life, where things have been going relatively easy, until they go abruptly downhill when she thinks her powers have gone out of control. and now, I can’t shake the image in the second half of the stanza, of “blood built from crackling lights.” first: excellent simile. i fuck with that so hard. second: all i can think of is aubrey touching the crystal, and feeling something stirring within her, feeling as if she’s about to die, as if she’s on fire - and then falling backwards into a field of flowers. it’s a new beginning, it’s a new life.

yeah.

okay, second stanza:

“All this ancient wildness / That we don't understand /The first sound of a heartbeat / To riots roaring on”

I definitely see these lines framing Aubrey’s entrance into Kepler. this is wildness that she doesn’t understand. this is a new life for her. as you might have gathered by now, i’m a visual person, and i like to frame these in terms of snapshots, of brief images, or as animatics, even. i like to think of the second part of this stanza as aubrey jumping, maybe flinching, in surprise as dani takes off her ring, revealing her true form, and then that same surprise remaining on her face as the scene shifts to fighting the abomination from arc 1. she has quite literally entered a new world that she doesn’t understand, something far older and darker than her that she is irrevocably mixed up in.

now, the chorus as a whole gives off a lot of “i can show you the world” vibes, ya feel? and yet, it still has a sense of permanence:

“This is not the love you've had before / This is something else / This is something else / This is not the same as other days / This is something else / This is something else // It shouldn't need to be so fucking hard / This is life on earth / It's just life on earth/ It doesn't need to be the end of you, or me / This is life on earth / It's just life on earth”

jiminy criminy. yes, this is life on earth. this is survival. aubrey’s got a really rough time of it, living on her own and making her way as a traveling magician. now, in kepler, she’s in a weird space between being grounded and being untethered, uncertain - she still belongs to the pine guard, and to her friends, but so many things are still up in the air. her relationship with the world of sylvane is changing; she has ties to it that even she can’t begin to understand yet.

And that ties into the rest of the Pine Guard, too. This new, deadly, dangerous, terrifying aspect of their lives is definitely changing the way that Ned and Duck view their town and their world. But all that aside, this is the way that it is - there are monsters, and they are fighting them, and this is how it might all end, not with a bang but with a bom-bom. They just have to keep going.

second verse, wack as the first:

“The first light / First light on the silent shore/ Just the ships that anchor me and you / The way home / This is always the way home / So you can rip that map to shreds, my dear”

I have two very clear images in my head with this one. God, I could spin an entire short story out of those first three lines; I can very clearly see Duck Newton in them. Duck Newton, as far as we know, was born and raised in Kepler. Went to Kepler High School, lived there, spent his whole life there up to this point. He’s anchored to Kepler in many ways: as a native, as a current resident, as a park ranger. And now he’s anchored to Kepler by his destiny as the Chosen One. Kepler has been, for the most part, a silent shore for him - a refuge, a place for him to live life the way he wants: in peace. Until the “first light” comes for him: Minerva, bringing news of his destiny. Or, alternately, the glowing gate to Sylvane. In either case, he’s still tied to Kepler, but now in different and strange ways that he never could have predicted.

The next three lines, though, give me Ned vibes. Ned is, if I recall correctly, a relatively new resident of Kepler; he moved in and took over the Cryptonomica after the former owner’s death. He gives off the vibe of someone who’s been all over the damn country, conning and stealing and grifting and just finding ways to turn a quick buck for years. In a similar but different way to Duck, he’s tied to Kepler now, running this monster museum on the outskirts of town. There’s nothing stopping him from running off, except his commitment to his brand, his friends, and his mission as a member of the Pine Guard. Kepler is his home now, like it or lump it - and he doesn’t need to go anywhere to find a place to belong.

Next, the second bridge:

“But all we ever wanted / Seemed miles and miles from here / And the first days in a strange new land / Awaken beasts in us”

Boy howdy. I’m honestly seeing this chunk as more of an example of the relationship between the Sylphs and the Earth; they want nothing more than to return home, because in this world they’re beasts, they’re monsters, they’re abnormal and thoroughly out of place.

That’s all I’ve got for this song. Thanks for sending this in! Song requests are currently closed while I go through my inbox and answer them. My inbox is still open for everything else, though!