#ooo interesting take

[unholy-boi]

deeply underrated duo. i think they should have hung out

[featheredcritter]

I think a lot of people like. Don't know or understand how powerful birds of prey really are.

[doodleodds]

A quick xanlow comm for @honeydots! :) Laslow stop that, he's trying to concentrate!! Those notes are important!!

[naavispider]

can you write a one-shot in which quaritch consoles spider after a violent tantrum in his cell? sorry for my english i'm french

Why are you apoLogisiNg for your english it's literally perfect 😭 Of course I can, just because of the way you worded this, it made me chuckle 💞

Spider cried out with a groan of pain as he shouldered the thick glass doors to the cell for the hundredth time. He could feel the bruise that had already formed, beginning to blossom over his upper arm and across his shoulder. It hurt, but he'd be damned if he was just going to sit in a corner and succumb to hopelessness.

He swore under his breath at the arrogance of the glass's rigidity. Then he shouted the curse for the world to hear. The doors hadn't budged in two hours - he hadn't even made a dent.

Fuck.

He screamed in frustration, moving towards the double sided glass that surely hid an entire team of demons. He pictured them all watching him with evil smirks, exchanging snide comments at his anguish.

"You gonna let me outta here? Huh?" He yelled, squaring up to the window. "You fucking cowards! Stick your heads up the darkest parts of my ass!"

He panted heavily, throwing every ounce of fury at the blank glass. When this failed to provoke a response, he hurled himself at the door again, shrieking when his abused shoulder made contact with the glass once more.

"That's enough, Spider," came a distorted voice from the corner of the room.

He jumped as if burned. In all the long hours he'd been confined in here, he'd never been spoken to. He cast his eyes around for the source of the noise - it was coming from a small speaker set into the ceiling in the far corner. He growled at the mirror. "Eat my ass!"

Just to see what would happen, he rammed the door again, this time biting down on his tongue, so all that escaped him was a pained grunt. He hissed at the hidden demons beyond the window.

A flash of movement near the door caused him to spin around again. His heart was pounding as he faced the glass doors, unsure whether he should make a stand, or back away to give himself a few more seconds. The sight of the 10 feet tall, solid avatar approaching the cell was enough to send his tired mind into overdrive. Oh Eywa.

The avatar was coming to hurt him. He was coming to tie him down and torture him. He was getting closer to the glass doors... he was pressing a passcode into the keypad... the doors were sliding open...

Spider hissed, realising he hadn't made a move - too paralysed by fear to think straight. The doors hissed open and the giant figure stepped cautiously inside. Spider barely had time to register the authoritative expression on the man's face before he threw himself around him, making a break for the doors.

He growled as he stepped forward, but he knew before he'd made it half way that it wasn't going to work.

"Not so fast, little one!" the man called firmly, reaching for Spider's middle and picking him completely up off the floor.

His heart thrummed against his chest and his breaths came in pants as he flung his legs out to kick at the avatar, while clawing at the man's arms with his hands. He hissed again, injecting as much venom into the sound as he was capable of.

"Hey!" The avatar shouted harshly, struggling under Spider's assault.

"Put me down!" Spider cried, thrashing as much as he could in an attempt to slip out of the man's grasp and make another run for it.

The man held him at arm's length, before placing him down against the far wall of the cell, furthest away from the doors. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Spider stopped kicking at the man and doubled his efforts into scratching and punching the long blue forearms that held him against the wall.

"You gotta calm down, kid. You got some fight in you, I can see that."

Spider paused his onslaught for a split second to look at the man's face, disturbed by the eye contact and the almost admiring expression he found there. He tried to wrench the man's arms off his shoulders. His left was already sore from ramming the door, and the way the avatar was gripping him only added to the pain. He hissed again, not trusting his voice.

"Easy, easy there." The man's grip softened, and as Spider glared at him, he felt his own struggles start to subside.

It didn't seem like the man was trying to hurt him - he tested the situation and stopped trying to pull the avatar's arms off him for a few seconds.

"There we go. Okay, we're making progress. Now I'm gonna let go, alright? There's no point running anywhere, as you damn well know those doors won't open without the passcode."

The man assessed Spider for a second, judging his reaction, before hesitantly withdrawing his hands. Breathless, Spider glowered at him. His eyes darted to the doors beyond the man, and sure enough they had shut tightly again.

He threw his head back against the wall in despair.

"Alright..." the man said in a pleased tone.

Spider wanted to throw some colourful insult at the man, but his head was empty. Damn his brain, just as he needed something good.

"Now, we never got ourselves properly acquainted. I'm Quaritch." The avatar paused, watching Spider closely. "The recombinant version of him at least." He paused again, and his next words came slowly, as if it was a struggle to find them. "Are you... aware of Miles Quaritch?"

Spider's pounding heart had increased in ferocity, and now he was certain something was wrong. It was painful in his chest, and his head was turning dizzy... he wasn't getting enough oxygen... he balled his fists to stop them shaking as a cold sweat started to bead over the back of his neck and shoulders. Was he having a heart attack?

"Kid?"

Even with his eyes closed, Spider could hear the frown in the man's voice. In Quaritch's voice.

He opened his eyes. Get a grip on yourself. Deep breaths. He stared Quaritch directly in the eye.

"I know who you are."

Quaritch tilted his head encouragingly, or perhaps it was a gesture of anxiety at what Spider knew.

"I know exactly who you are, and what you've done, txanfwìngtu!" Images flashed before his eyes of all the heinous acts he knew his father was responsible for - the felling of the Hometree, the bombing of a site near the Tree of Souls, the families that died there, the children left orphaned. He supposed he was one of them.

He had only ever seen Quaritch's face a couple of times. When he was younger and curious about his bio parents, the scientists had given him a carefully chosen video log that Quaritch had made before he died. He remembered the bile that bubbled in the back of his throat as he watched, he recalled the poisonous words that the colonel had spewn about the Na'vi and Spider's home as if were yesterday. He had turned the log off before it ended, giving it back to Norm and telling him to destroy it. He'd never wanted to see the man's face again.

And so, when Spider looked at the enlarged blue features in front of him now, the same feelings of rage and betrayal spread through his stomach like a tsunami. It brought nausea flooding up his throat.

"Ahhh!" He screamed, losing control of his mind and body as he furiously lunged around Quaritch and breaking for the door.

Quaritch could have stopped him, but he must have known that Spider couldn't go anywhere. Spider ran for the exit, throwing his shoulder once more against the glass, desperately hoping that this time it would work. He panicked as he felt Quaritch approach him.

"Stay away!" He cried, cursing in both Na'vi and English as panic overtook him. He began to feel dizzy, but he couldn't stop trying to force the door open. It was his only escape route.

It was hopeless.

He had to keep trying.

No.

No, stop!

Arms were around him, pulling him back, wrapping around his torso, trapping his arms to his sides, and he was pressed against a cool blue stomach. He wasn't aware of what his voice was doing, but he could hear soothing words coming from somewhere above him - coming from Quaritch.

He tried to catch his breath as his vision swam in front of him.

"Breathe, Spider. You're hyperventilating. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax and breathe, like me..."

Spider held onto the words. After a few moments of futile struggling, he attempted to match his breathing with the large chest against him.

"There you go, easy does it... Jesus."

Eventually, the dizziness cleared from Spider's head and the room seemed to quieten. He became aware for the first time that Quaritch had enveloped him in a (presumably reassuring) hold, and Spider's knees were on the floor.

"Get off of me," Spider stuttered out when he finally found his voice again. However, it didn't come out as forceful as he wanted.

"Sure, kid," the man rumbled next to him. After a few more moments, Quaritch spoke again. "Okay, so you clearly know all about your father."

Spider remained silent. There was nothing he could do, held like this. Besides, he was exhausted from the all of the recent strains on his body.

"I'm not that man. I'm not an avatar. Your father isn't alive, lying in some link somewhere. I got his memories, and most of his personality. But I'm a different man."

Still, Spider said nothing.

"Now, no one calls you Miles, is that right? What have I gotta call you then?" He released his grip slightly, and Spider took that chance to wriggle away, sliding across the floor till he hit the wall and bringing his knees up to his chest.

"Spider." He said after a long moment.

"Spider, huh?" Quaritch huffed in amusement. "I can work with that. Now how about we start from the beginning. Tell me who your parents are."

[rumplestiltrin]

heard abt the short film... honestly? im not even gonna watch it if its more gwen/miles crap im serious... i feel like theres a lot more important plot stuff miles should be focusing on but nope its more of my most hated hetship ever

[howthesleeplesswander]

surprise starter for @greedbent bc I'm low-key foaming at the mouth for these two master manipulators to meet 👀👀💦

"Excuse me, I do hope this seat isn't taken." The cheerful velvet of Kaeya's voice eased through the chatter in the Cat's Tail. He offered a grin and brief thanks as he claimed an empty bar stool next to a man clad in all black. A stranger, technically, although Kaeya had his suspicions.

Once settled he flagged over a bartender, striking up easy conversation and ordering a glass of Dandelion Wine. Casual. An ordinary patron here for drinks and socializing. Certainly not here out of curiosity towards the "random" patron he'd sat beside. He was dressed down, forsaking the outer layers of his outfit for only his plain white shirt, and his Vision was hidden out of sight, tucked up inside billowing fabric. Better to keep his cards close to the chest at a time like this.

Kaeya didn't address the other man again. He continued chatting with the bartender as she poured his drink, which he then leisurely sipped as his gaze wandered the night's customers. Only when his eye trailed naturally to the one beside him did Kaeya pause, scrutinizing his features as if he'd just noticed anything peculiar.

"I don't think I've seen you in the Cat's Tail before," he remarked, paired with an easygoing smile. "Are you new to Mondstadt?"

[djosephqueery]

I've linked my ko-fi in my profile, in case anyone is interested. It's not very exciting, and doesn't have a header image yet (working on it), but it's there!

[grandwretch]

now why the fuck would he say this

if not for the fact that he just realised he has a type

[naturenaruto]

been thinkin alot about trans dean and how that would literally make so much more sense about john being soo disappointed and soo demanding and soo resentful..like he had 2 kids but was stuck with an older girl so he put an enormous burden on dean to perform both man (learn hunting and being dependable as a soldier) aaand woman duties (raise a baby basically on his own + take care of john) and how maybe when dean was young at the beginning he didnt mind his hair bein cut short (its just more praxtical sammy!) and he didnt mind john dressing him in boys clothes (ofc dad cant drag a giiiiirl into bars and around hunters jeeeez saam) and then as he got older he realized it suited him just fine so even if john did it to hide him bein a girl he figured well,,,,inreally dont mind a bit! not like im into playin with dolls and makeup anyways! and if john told him to start wrapping his chest and if john found him some off brand t well. it suits him just fine

[keeps-ache]

mooooah than you could evah knowww all i want for chirstmaaahhessss, ieeeyissss youuuu0oou0oouo0ouyeaaaaAaa

[ex-vespidae]

i was gonna talk about how i don't really understand why people like robobot so much but i honestly think i just don't like sci-fi robot themes all that much? I realized this because i just remembered that the main reason i picked pkmn scarlet instead of violet is because i thought the robot stuff looked boring

[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ sending them suggestive pictures while they're at work

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Sigma

content: nsfw, female reader, spanking, sexting, oral sxx, masturbation, semi public

It's not unusual for DAZAI to tap away on his phone during work hours, so no one — except for Kunikida, who still hasn't given up on glaring — pays it any mind when his smirk widens at his screen. What remains a secret, however, is that he's not looking at some funny tweet but instead at your tits, the blue lace of your bra making for a pleasant contrast in colour.

He's awfully smug about the whole ordeal, really; also, who is he not to play along? He definitely sends you not only some appreciative words back, but also a picture of his own, featuring either his hands — he does know that you're quite fond of his fingers, after all —, his face — because you can never complain about that! —, or his by now half-hard dick, pressing against his trousers, even though taking soft nudes borders on workplace indecency. Oh, and your pictures are definitely saved and stored away on his phone for later usage.

[new message from Dazai] “someone's needy, harassing me during work hours! just kidding bella!! you're so cute xx stunning too! how am i supposed to listen to kunikida any longer when you're so so pretty? :( ill call out sick, be there in 20 x”

CHŪYA really doesn't expect to see anything but a picture of a dog you saw outside or of a particularly pretty flower when he spares a brief glance at his phone during a Port Mafia meeting. It's already disrespectful, though he doesn't plan on anyone noticing the miniscule action — that is, until he all but chokes on his coffee at the photo of you, legs spread wide, two fingers deep inside of yourself, wearing not only his favourite lingerie set, but also one of his ties.

He tries hard to ignore the way everyone stares at him when he, all too abruptly, excuses himself to the bathroom, his face bright red. In the safety of a stall, he really can't do anything but shove his trousers to his knees, one hand immediately closing around his dick while he types your number into his phone with his free one — and while he might snap at you, oh so flustered, he's also so damn turned on that he can barely focus on anything but the sound of your voice and your photo.

“Fucking Hell, babe—, God, with how Mori was looking at me, I bet he knew what was up. Fuck—, send me another one, please, I'm so damn close, ah—”

Business meetings aren't RANPO'S favourite way to spend time. They're awfully boring, making him huff and sigh when he has to sit through them — though this one gets a lot more interesting the moment he clicks on a text message from you. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of your panties, pure lace and hiding not even the slightest bit just how wet you are, thighs glistening, though that's about all the physical reaction he's going to show. The fact that his dick strains against his trousers is no one's business.

He is, however, quick to text you back, amusement dripping from his messages, and if Fukuzawa wasn't already watching him with sharp eyes, he'd sneak away to the bathroom to call you. For now, you'll just have to do with sexting — this meeting is going to go on for a while, especially if he won't soon start contributing, and he's unfortunately got better things to do.

[new message from Ranpo] “having fun without me? youre so mean. at least send me more pics im dyin g here... maybw bend over or— ooo i know, we bought that toy a while ago, right? why don't you use that one for me, doll....”

FUKUZAWA sucks in a sharp breath the second his eyes fall onto your form clad in nothing but one of his yukatas, and even though he attempts to remain calm, he's already blushing, arousal churning low in his stomach. Really, he was just trying to take a miniscule break from all the paperwork he's facing — besides, the cat ringtone signaling your message did sound rather urgent! —, though now he's not certain whether he can focus on it again.

He ends up typing “This is most inappropriate.” in response, though he never sends it, instead replacing it with a “You look stunning.”, only to never send that one either. In the end, he just quits work a little earlier that day and hurries home faster than he'd ever want to admit, cheeks still flushed with arousal when he joins you in bed, immediately slotting himself between your pretty thighs, long fingers spreading your folds apart and into your cunt to prepare you — only to realise you've long done that yourself. How convenient. He might reprimand you a little afterwards, though both of you realise it's not to be taken seriously. When he's honest with himself, he rather liked that photo — and he'll definitely keep it.

“That was awfully inappropriate. Darling, you know I enjoy getting to hear from you during the day, and yet — what? I didn't mind you wearing my clothing in the slightest. I was worried about someone from the Agency seeing the picture. In fact, wear my clothes again whenever you feel like it. Please do. You looked quite irresistible.”

It's almost unfair just how seemingly unbothered FYODOR is. When checking his phone during a Decay of Angels meeting, aware that you know not to contact him except for important reasons, he merely glances at the photo lewdly depicting your raised skirt and the curve of your behind before putting it back into his pocket. Really, it's downright adorable that you're attempting to tease him — you should know better by now, darling.

While he doesn't bother with a response, he certainly makes sure to pay attention to you when he returns home. And, oh, the next time you want to toy with him, he sure hopes you remember this very moment, of you bent across his lap, his hand coming down ever so often on your butt, on the soft skin of your upper thighs, making you cry out with every slap. The marks, at least, will serve as a nice reminder, especially when you keep forgetting to thank him for every hit.

“There we go, dear. Ah, ah — don't cry now. This is what you wanted, is it not? My undivided attention — and you certainly have it, now. Which number were we on again? Tell me, darling, or we will have to start over, I'm afraid.”

The second SIGMA spares a quick glance at his phone, only to stumble upon a rather revealing picture you just sent him — and, God, 'rather revealing' is an understatement when he's able to see just how wet you are, thighs spread for the camera —, his face heats up significantly, earning him some odd looks from the other men he's currently in a meeting with. In a desperate attempt to regain professionalism, he clears his throat, trying to simply continue, but it's as if every thought has been erased from his mind and was replaced by you.

When getting home that evening, he's calmed down considerably, cheeks still warm with the memory of you being this bold, though his sudden calmness might just change when you expect him in that exact same position, legs wide apart, the smile on your face teasing — and who is he not to end up on his knees in front of you, tongue flattening against your cunt while both of you let out breathy moans? In the end, he's all but begging you to return the favour.

“Ah, God, I'm close. At least finish me off, please—, you were really cruel today, dear. Make it up to me? Please? Oh, fuck—”

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[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Bing Bang boom, Kakagai confession part 1 is done! Takes place during the 3 year gap between og narts and narts shippuden starting

Kid: Race you back! Kks: Let's go, Gai Gai: Papa

Kks: He's too important to risk Kurenai: You can push him away, kakashi, but that's /his/ choice to run back in. Punishing yourself will only leave you with regrets. Asuma: You and Gai have always been a pair

Dai: I don't have to worry about him knowing the two of you look out for eachother. Rin: You like him, don't you? Kushina: Have fun with Gaaaiii~! Kks: UUUGH Gai: Found a quiet place to space out, Rival?

Kks: Ooo!...Mm!

Gai: Do you not savor /anything/? Stop/doing/ that, you'll choke. I don't want to hear at all about your stomach hurting later Kks: Oh, I will. I'll have Pakkun track you down just so i can tell you

Kks: You didn't have to leave your brats. You looked to be having fun. Gai: Nonsense! They met up with their other friends! We always spend festivals together! Kks: Just letting you know

Gai: What's gotten into you?I knew you were up here brooding. Kks: I like watching you with them. You act like more of a dad. Reminds me of Dai

Kks: You just need a mustache Gai: I could never grow that beast. That's a relief! I thought you were mad at me. Ruined a date or something like that. Kks: A date? That'd be a first Gai: Eh? Kks: Never been.

Gai:... You've never been on a date? Kks: Not seriously. Never seemed appealing to me. Gai: People throw themselves at you daily! You could truly have anyone what do you mean?? Kks: I'm not interested in any of them/ I was also working non stop back then, you know that. Gai: Is there any person in this village you /do/ want to kiss?

Kks: Yeah Gai: WHO??? Kks: You seriously want to know?? Gai: Only if you want to! As your trusted rival, your secret would die with me! That's my self rule!

Kks: Fine

Kks: It's you.

Kks: Now you know... Gai?... Yup, ok... I made it weird. Sorry-

Kks: Forget i-

Tenten: GAI SENSEI!!

Tenten: I GOT THE TURTLE Lee: Can you believe it, sensei?! Tenten: [maniacal cackling] Gai: AAAAAAA!!

Gai: Excellent work, tenten! Tenten: Here ya go! Gai: For me? Tenten: It reminded us of you, so we had to win it! For the best sensei! Lee: Neji's idea Neji: Lee! Kks: Hm, Naruto gave me a frog in his pocket once Gai: I truly have been honored with the best students!!

Neji: The fireworks are starting soon Tenten: Kaaayy! Lee Right! LEt's go, kaakshi and Gai sensei! Gai: Uuhh Kks: Lead the way, Lee

[yuliangs]

i can make an onlyoneof heardle but I'll only do it if at least a few people would be interested

[qazastra]

127 stealing onlyoneof’s swagfulness for this comeback first it was haeil on lyrics then it was a song called designer that uses clothing metaphors to talk about being into someone and then it was 80% of them shirtless onstage lmaoo

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the cross guild trip being nosey af

You: it doesn't matter if you don't tell anyone else you're in debt, Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy will find out.

Alvida: Keep your voice down, they're just in the next room. And no they won't, I'll just take a gig, and pay it off when I come back.

You: those three are the nosiest bitches I've ever met, I wouldn't be surprised if they found out about it in the next fortnight if they don't already know about it.

Mr. 3: I've worked with Sir Crocodile for almost a decade, he's never struck me as one for gossip.

You: you don't believe me? Watch this. *Gasps loudly* No! Shut up! ... Who got her pregnant!... Oh my GOD! How? ... OOO boy.

Mihawk: [leans back in his chair, so his head pokes into the door frame]

Buggy: [separates his ear and bounces it into the room]

Crocodile: [rolls his desk chair into view]

You: [points at them] I caught you, a bunch of nosey bitches, the lot of you.

Crocodile: [glowers at you] So no one is pregnant?

Mihawk: it appears we've been duped.

Buggy: Boo

Mr.3: [gawking]

Alvida: We're having a private conversation, didn't your mothers ever teach you eavesdropping is rude.

Crocodile: no, I didn't have any parents.

Buggy: two dads

Mihawk: no comment

You: I have some juicy gossip about the Wrangler and his girlfriend if you're interested.

Crocodile: [plops his files down] Alright, spill.

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