#pugs scare me.

[wp100]

i wish i had the confidence to do mythic+ </3

[trashworldblog]

honestly, my favorite moment from this weeks episode

[idiaa-shroxd]

I love your cat cafe! Quick question, are you ever willing or interested in doing a dog cafe series? Like different dog breeds for different people?

i’m currently thinking! i have a lot of cat cafe ideas but none for dogs. like staff!first years, some headcanons about how they would react to getting to adopt the cat after graduation, other cute things like cat interactions between parent and cat. i’d like to think Malleus’ and Leona’s cats actually get along surprisingly well but both both are holding their cats while glaring across the room from one another in a do not talk to me or my child kind of face while the cats just want to interact.

for a more in depth response, i’ll put it underneath the cut! since i do have a lot of opinions surrounding this topic. and a bit of insight to my writing.

hopefully this was not a confusing line of messy thoughts!

if i do a dog cafe however, it may take quite a bit of research for me. my house has only ever exclusively had cats since they’re really self sufficient and easy to care of, and i remain blissfully unaware of how hard a dog is. i also feel it would be difficult to maintain a dog cafe since it could be a bit more unhygienic, and dogs tend to be energetic so it may be difficult to keep over twenty dogs in a contained space along with daily walks of them! when i was writing my cat cafe fics i take into account certain things like these, along with researching breeds which is why they take a few days to write.

i love cats, munchkins look adorable for example so i would love to pet one but would never include the breed directly in my fic since they should not be bred at all. i had to really sorta out of my way a bit to look at whether the cat breeds i think the boys would like would be suitable for social places, their skin conditions like a sphynx’s needing often baths and clothes to retain body temperature, along with a cat’s genetics to see if it would be fine or not to include them as i do not want to promote breeding a cat for cute and purposeful defects. i feel like this happens a lot in dogs too, where they breed some animals that will literally be unable to breathe solely for the sake of aesthetic and i would really like to avoid that, but i have no clue on any dog breeds so it would take a lot longer for me to research!

i also like to include some not so loved types of species or animals with birth defects. for example, Floyd’s favorite is a sphynx because he thinks the cat looks weird but really loves the cat. in my experience a lot of people are turned off by a hairless breed and i want to promote love for them, while informing people they are actually high maintenance in contrast to their other friends. Jade’s cat also has a birth defect, with stubbier legs since I think he would love a munchkin, but I do not want to include those cats, and Lilia’s cat has a bit of balancing problem due to poor coordination. Their species sometimes tends to be shaky due to a genetic disorder that rarely happens, but i did not want to be so disheartening. so I get to write about loving cats that have defects as a surprising bonus to share them love! with dogs i kind of have no idea where to start since i know that some dogs like sweaters?? some don’t? some are hairless and some extra fluffy and i have no idea where to start.

[arb0k]

i had a dream that every day rio was slowly turning more into a pug. and everyone kept telling me "you knew that when you get a shelter puppy you're gambling on how they'll grow up" and "aww he loves you so much stop telling him that he's getting ugly" ToT

[ayakashibackstreet]

Honestly God bless the people asking the PKC admins for updates on their Discord, the PKC ingrained its 'no badgering judges' ruleset into me (good thing) to the point of me not wanting to bother the staff, even when the website has been down for what's almost 2 years now

[lilserotoninpls]

i’ve been having nightmares about my dog dying lately😞

[cum-rade]

Who wants to see a pug mix dog that scared me

[mattsrod]

PLEASE WRITE SUBMISSIVE VIRGIN MATT SMUT I AM BEGGING YOU. also please no mommy kink or anything like that, maybe matt could have a praise kink BUT PLEASE I WILL LITERALLY CRY IF YOU DONT WRITE THIS 🤗

- ; MATTHEW STURNIOLO ; -

' PLEASE ? '

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- ; warnings - smut (obvi), sub!matt, hand jobs, slight dom!reader(?), matts a virgin, reader is experienced, fluff in the beginning, kind of long, blowjob, cum swallowing.

- ; 11:02 am

; your pov

ive been lying in bed for what seems like an eternity, waiting for matt to wake up. my hair is a mess, i have the most miss-matched pyjamas on, and i feel like shit.

i texted nick not too long ago, asking if he wanted to get something to eat.

no reply, he was probably sleeping too.

all I want to do was get ready for the day with my boyfriend.

I want to push gentle kisses into his neck and tell him how pretty he looks as he brushes his teeth.

but he has other plans. and those plans probably consisted of sleeping until 2pm.

and im not gonna accept that.

"matt." I brush my warm fingertips against his exposed arm. the light shining through my window is almost directly in his eyes.

he pulls the covers over his head. "c'mon matt." i coo once more. he let out a groan, but he is so tired that it comes out sounding like more of a whine.

I giggle, to which matt lets out a real groan at.

"matthew c'mon, ive been waiting for you to wake up for like, an hour."

I slowly grip the covers and swiftly rip them off of him in an attempt to catch him off-guard, but when I look at him in the eyes, hes already looking directly at me with a goofy smile and wide eyes.

"Jesus Christ-" I mutter, and matt chuckles slightly, his eyes now scrunching into his smile instead of widened in an attempt to scare me.

"i knew you were awake, now c'mon, get dressed or something."

matts stuffed animal, a small pug, fell off of the bed as I stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

; matts pov

"you're just gonna walk away and not pick him up?!" I meekly shouted to you; my voice is still laced with drowsiness.

you turned around, leaning against the bathroom door frame as you spoke "get dressed and i'll pick him up, i wanna go out for lunch or something." you promptly turned around and shut the door behind you after saying that.

"okay mrs. productive..." I muttered under my breath and look at your makeup and clothes that were scattered around my bedroom.

"i can hear you jackass!!" your voice sounded muffled through the bathroom wall, but I still hear you loud and clear.

I slowly stood up and put my feel on the cold, wooden floor. I then stretched and carelessly grabbed one of the many hoodies off of my floor, not caring to put pants on.

I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked in a rythm that you knew all too well.

you open the door, and your hair looks absolutely beautiful.

"do you need something or do you just wanna stare at me?" i hear you say bluntly, which snaps me back to reality.

i didnt really get snapped back into reality, though.

i was really in a reality where you were slowly kissing up my thigh, making your way up to my manhood as i brushed your beautiful hair out of the way so i could see your gorgeous face better as you...

this is when i realize im getting hard.

and you are standing in front of me,

and i only have boxers on.

shit

; your pov

i dont realize it at first, but as matts face gets red i giggle and look down at the bulge that he is trying to cover up with his large hoodie.

"damn, am i really that hot?" i grab his hand that he is using to hug downwards on his hoodie and i pull him farther into the bathroom.

he started to fidget with his rings once i let go of his hand. he was looking down, avoiding eye contact with me.

"mattheww" i playfully coo, "look at me baby."

he still doesnt look up at me.

"are you embarrassed?" i ask him gently, receiving no response.

that answers my question.

"matt thats nothing to be ashamed of," i pause, thinking of what to say next, "shit, if i was guy i would have a raging boner all the time."

i guess this made matt feel better because he giggled, lifting his head slightly but still not looking at me.

"since you wont look at me.." i get on my knees. "im gonna look at you myself."

i look up at matts face and he flashes me a goofy smile.

i chuckle and grab his waist, moving him against the bathroom counter.

i moved my position on the floor, shuffling over to the bathroom mat, as the cold solid bathroom floor was making my knees ache already.

i dont break eye contact with matt as i do this.

i stare up at him with eyes full of lust, and i think he knows what i want.

and i think he knows what he wants.

; matts pov

your pupils are wide as i stare into your eyes.

ive never liked intense eye contact, but in this moment it couldnt be any hotter.

you bring your right hand up to the hem of my boxers, your left hand on my abdomen for support.

"can i?"

i nod quickly, squirming under your touch.

i squeeze my eyes shut and let out a sigh.

"im gonna need you to use your words, matt." my dick twitches at the sound of your voice, longing for some friction.

"yes, please, please touch me." i manage to mutter out.

you slowly take of my boxers agonizingly slow, and i inhale sharply as my dick springs up, the cold air hitting it.

you look at my cock and then back up at me.

i couldve folded right then and there.

my heart started racing as you brought your hand up to my tip, which was already leaking precum.

"so wet already mattie."

i nod, leaning my elbows against the sink for extra support.

you brought your manicured nail up to the slit, and dragged your nail across it gently, making my hips buck forward with every small touch.

the unfamiliar feeling gave me a warm feeling that slowly bubbled up in my stomach, starting in my lower stomach area, and pulsing through my dick as you slowly started stroking me from the base, all the way up to my tip.

my hips shuddered as you quickened your pace, and i throw my head back, letting out a quiet moan.

when i look back down you are already looking back up at me with your gorgeous eyes

; your pov

"you are so sensitive, babe." again, i got no reply.

was he that lost in the pleasure?

matt was squirming everytime i reached his swollen, sensitive tip, and i could tell he needed more.

"do you want my mouth matt?"

another nod.

i took my hand off of his dick, leaving it twitching and wet.

"what did i say about using your words, hm?" i put my hands on my knees.

"im sorry." he whined out, "i need your mouth on me. please, i need it so bad- i-"

i cut off matt by putting my tongue directly on his tip, kitten licking it many times before i actually took him in my mouth.

this time matt doesnt even make an attempt to cover up his moans.

he throws his head back once again moaning loudly and looking then looking down at me.

i took more of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his girthy member.

i start to bob my head up and down at a steady pace. i can tell matt is close.

; matts pov

i whimper slightly as i feel the warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach start to get even more intense.

i lean harder against the counter and bring one of my supporting hands up to my mouth to hide the sounds i was making.

you take your lips off of my length for a moment, making my hips shutter, and also making the fuzzy feeling in my stomach abruptly stop. "let me hear your pretty sounds matt" you say.

i immediately put my hand back in its original position on the counter, taking it off of my mouth.

you position your lips with my cock again, making my cheeks heat up.

you lick a painfully long, but pleasurable stripe up my cock, grabbing the base of it with your hand.

i jolted forward which made you giggle.

"you are doing so good mattie."

you start working your hand around the base of my cock before taking me in your mouth.

i let out a loud moan at the sudden contact.

"n-need more." i mutter out

you hum onto my cock, pretending not to hear me.

"baby, i need more. please." i breath out, "faster, please!"

; your pov

i happily oblige to matts directions, going faster, using my hand to rub what i couldnt take in my mouth.

now i knew that matt was really close. his whimpers became consistent and the salty taste of precum was already filling my mouth.

matt let out a loud moan and the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat.

i moan onto his cock, licking up his warm seed.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" he sputtered out

he whimpered.

his hips were now shaking uncontrollably from all of the stimulation he was getting, so i took my hand off of the base of his cock and used it to hold his hips.

i slowly bob my head up and down, helping matt ride out his high.

"holy fucking shit." matt mutters, his hips jolt once more as i took my mouth off of him.

he looks down at me with a shocked expression, his cheeks are extremely red, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

i looked up at him then stood up, trailing my hands up his waist as i do this, making him shiver.

"you did so fucking good," i kissed him hard on his lips, and he sighed into the kiss.

i took my lips off of his and looked into his eyes lovingly

"im so proud of you for telling me what you wanted, mattie"

he smiled and then rolled his eyes. "shut the fuck up or im gonna cum again."

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i like this but honestly, i dont know how to feel about the two povs thing. so lmk if u like it ! also, both of my previous works have 900+ likes, so thank u so much. i also hit 400 followers like what. ive only had this acc for a month. TY FOR READING !! if u have any requests please please send them in !

[ofallthingsnasty]

Basement wife is so happy to have her little purse dog. She’s like her little ally in the hell she’s living in, her valiant knight that’ll protect her from the dragon/crocodile. But that’s where the pug also causes her some stress. Every time her dog growls at Crocodile or even - god forbid - tries to bite him, basement wife is afraid that that’ll be the last straw and Crocodile will snap and hurt either her dog or her. So every time the pug is a little menace to her captor she is quick to scoop her up away from Crocodile and apologize so sweetly. Crocodile can endure the dog’s yapping and growling if it means basement wife is a bit more affectionate towards him (though he knows it’s only out of fear and a way to placate him)

Crocodile and the puppy part 1 // part 2 For more context about basement wife/Crocodile, check my matchig section on my OP masterlist here.

are you people trying to kill me... this is too cute. i just love the way we can mix yandere tropes with crack so easily, makes me smile

tw. yandere, minors dni, crack treated seriously

Oh goodness, of course! You’re so right - we’ve talked about what Crocodile thinks, but how would you know that he enjoys the leverage he has? That he’s playing you like a goddamn fiddle any time you hastily pull your little pup away from him when she’s having a tantrum. You can only really see what he’s showing you - and not to insult your intelligence, but I think it wouldn’t be too outlandish to think that the very man who kidnapped you (on what you perceive as a whim) is very much capable of ending that tiny life over nothing more than a headache. He’s a terrifying man. Honestly, he doesn’t care that you get all pliant and sweet out of fear only - he takes what he can get and shamelessly plays up his little moods when the dog tries to chew through his pant leg again. As long as she’s misbehaving when it’s just the two of them, he isn’t too fazed - but the moment you lay your eyes on the scene, he’s sure to curse and click his tongue just a bit too hard. How could he not? It’s too delicious how you gasp every single time, pull her away from him and press a couple of soothing kisses to his temple, all in the hopes of calming him. You’re genuinely scared for her and it makes you play so nice… Maybe getting you a mutt wasn’t such a bad idea, after all. Will you figure out that he’s not going to hurt her one day? Sure. But that doesn’t stop him from enjoying that little bit of extra love you willingly give him whenever he uses your fear against you. And not only does he expect you to smooth over any furrow that the little dog’s outbursts might cause, he also wants gratitude whenever the waters are calm, because he's just such a good, caring husband, getting you a little pet, isn't he? In the end, that dog plays right into his hands. Unwillingly.

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Hiii! 🥰💜 Can I please request an Eggsy x fem!civilian reader where she’s Harry’s daughter with prompt 4 “He makes me happy and safe”?

A/N: Hey there. Hope this is what you invisioned. I took the liberty and threw in a Christmas prompt of mine too. Happy reading!

Caught under the Mistletoe

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader

Warning: getting caught by a parent, kissing, fluff

Summary: look up. a mistletoe

The house was quiet. No wonder, your boyfriend was away on a mission. Before he went away he asked you to dog sit JB. You laughed at his request and snorted, “Why should I do that when I already live here. You know my apartment only has some belongings there.” Then you squinted at him. He only smirked lazily. “Tell the truth you planned it. You strategically took items of mine with you every time you were over.” Eggsy just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at you.

You had to giggle as you walked by a candle holder you thought you had lost until you found it in exactly the same place it stood right now. Oh the face when you tell Eggsy you had given up your apartment. You had a talk a while back but it wasn’t anything serious. It ended with you telling him you had to consider your father in all of this. After all he was the one who chose your flat.

JB ran between your legs and to the front door. He whined and pawed at the door while looking at you. As fast as you could you ran over. If JB was acting this way it only meant one thing. Eggsy was home.

“JB, go to your bed.” You pointed at the little basked at the end of the hall. Slowly the little pug mad his way over and laid down. His eyes trained to the door. Slowly you opened the door gingerly. Eggsy was standing at the other end of it with his go bag slung behind his back and a charming smile on his lips. You squealed as you saw his handsome face you missed so much.

You flung the door open and ran into his arms. “You are home!” Eggsy’s strong hands enveloped your body and pressed it tighter to his. “I missed you so much, darlin’.” You breathed in his cologne you only faintly smelled on his pillow.

“Hey sweets.” You looked up from his neck. “Look up. A mistletoe.” With one hand he held up a small twig. You giggled while hiding into his neck. “No hiding! You know what this means.” You looked at him with a bright smile before closing the gap. The kiss was slow at first till Eggsy deepened it.

The kiss was broken by an all too familiar clearing of the throat. You broke apart from your boyfriend’s lips as if you burned yours. You looked over his shoulder and saw your father standing at the stairs. He raised a brow as your eyes met.

“Not only did you take my code name and my house but also my daughter.” Eggsy’s eyes widened. He turned around fast. You were scared he would have whiplash. “Harry! What are you doing here?” Your father’s eyes narrowed. He looked between him and you before walking up the few stairs separating you both from him. “You forgot your glasses in the meeting room. I wanted to get them to you because I don’t know if you have a spare pair at home.”

Eggsy scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Thanks, Harry. How thoughtful. I actually got five spare ones because I left them all over the place and Merlin was annoyed by me so he made me so many extras.” He began to ramble which was your sign to step in. “Dad, please don’t be mad. He makes me happy and safe.”

Harry looked at you in disappointment. He looked over at a frightened Eggsy and back to your wide-eyed form. His hardened eyes softened. I am not mad at your relationship. I am disappointed that you didn’t confine in me.” His gaze swept over your slightly relaxed forms. “I am relived that you are in a relationship with Eggsy.” His eyes went nostalgic. “Wouldn’t I have died I would have introduced the both of you.”

Eggsy chuckled lightly. Both man eyes met. Your fathers went saddened once went curious in a heartbeat. “In a way you did, Harry. We met at your ‘funeral’.” He made air quotes at the mention of the worst day of your life. But at the same day one of the best. The corners of Harry’s lips went up and he let out a soundless laugh. “Seems like it.” He nodded back to your still opened front door and a waiting JB. “I think someone else is waiting for you, Eggsy. I don’t want to intrude further.” Before he could turn you stopped your father from going home. “Stay. I think you have questions. And from experience I know how hungry world saving secret agents can get. Dinner is finished and I cooked too much for me alone. I didn’t know when you would come back. Merlin only told me this week. You know how I like to prepare for any of your returns.” Both men chuckled as they remember all the food you would cook so they would come home to home cooked warm meals.

Eggsy made way so you and your father could step inside. “How often did I tell you to wear socks when the weather was cold, missy. You catch colds so fast.” Eggsy looked down at your bare feet. He sighted, “Harry, how did you manage to get her to wear socks. I tell her this every time. I even lay out a pair for her every morning when I’m home.” Harry sighted deeply. A disappointed look was thrown into your direction. “I tell you everything you want to know over dinner. But let me tell you this. It was always a war getting her to wear a pair of socks.” You groaned as you walked into the kitchen.

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[discordantwritings]

Random Scenario 2😊

Somewhere on a beach.

Crocodile: Sweetheart, you're being unreasonable.

Reader: *in the water* You're being a jerk!!

Buggy: *Sighs* I told you she'd get upset.

Crocodile: *Raises an eyebrow* Over a Pug?

Buggy: *Nods* You're the one who helped the dog, it's only natural that she wants to keep it.

Crocodile: Please come back to shore or I'll have to resort to extreme measures.

Reader: *Gasps sarcastically* Oh no! I'm so scared!! *swims further out*

Buggy: Should I go get plan B?

Crocodile: *Groans* Fine.

*Several Minutes later*

Mihawk: *Undressing*

Buggy: Final chance to come willingly Star!

Reader: *Panicking and swimming away* No!

*Buggy and Crocodile watch as Mihawk swims out after her*

Reader: *Splashing him* Go away!!!

Mihawk: Your tantrum needs to end.

Reader: No! That Pug was adorable I have every right to throw a tantrum!!

Mihawk: *Grabs her and comes back to shore*

Reader: *Struggling* No this is unfair!!

Mihawk: *Tosses her over his shoulder and continues walking*

Reader: *Kicking and squirming, still soaked* Let me go!!

Buggy: *Carrying Mihawk's clothes* Sorry Star, but you could have drifted out too far we wouldn't be able to save you.

Reader: I could have won this argument if you didn't call Mihawk!

Crocodile: Sweetheart, once you are home safe and warm we can discuss this like adults.

Reader: *Glares and flicks water at his face* How come you can have Banana Gators and I can't have one little Pug!!

Crocodile: *Eye twitching*

Buggy: Mihawk?

Mihawk: Yes?

Buggy: I think we need to find another room to sleep in tonight.

Mihawk: *Looks at grumpy reader*.... I think so too Buggy.

JSKSKFKDKSKHHGKLOGFKDJKDKFO

I too would die on the hill of that little pug. Buggy and Croc are so lucky Mihawk doesn’t have a devil fruit. I imagine reader finds their own place to sleep but in the middle of the night comes crawling back into bed because as insufferable as they all are sleeping alone doesn’t feel right anymore. They can all go back to being pissed in the morning.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I just had this thought, what if reader is from the time of when the real writers existed? Dazai would totally be jealous of his real self for being able to unalive lmao. And ranpo and his real self...

Yeah... It ofc wouldn't be possible since that means reader would have to be from the 60's? But I just had this sudden thought lol

Actually, I have an idea for that.

I kind off have a sub-au for Self-Aware BSD AU. "The Sandman" inspired AU.

Reader are Dream.

An eternal deity, Master of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Patron of Artists, Architectures, Writers. The Muse.

They saw them all.

Visible for them and their families, Reader saw their lives and their deaths.

Reader's kingdom is accessible for both living and for deceased. So, BSD Characters up to some interesting encounters.

-Short idea time-

You and BSD Cast are having a tea party.

Y/N: Please, be careful while wishing for something in my kingdom. With powers of Dreams you can achieve many great things, but, at the same time, you can fall from grace by using it.

/Suddenly, everyone is hearing barking from the next room. You rolled your eyes./

Y/N: Not again...

/RL! Dazai Osamu stormed into the room and, somehow, jumped on your shoulders. A small pack of pugs is following him. RL! Nakahara Chuuya is glaring at Dazai from the next room./

Y/N: looking at RL!Chuuya, trying not to move so much, so RL! Dazai won't fall down. Chuuya, how many times did I tell you not to wish for dogs so you can scare away Osamu? with a wave of a hand make pugs disappear. RL! Chuuya still looked pleased, left without the world.

/You look up. RL! Dazai seems pretty content with staying up on your shoulders. He is looking at BSD Cast with slight curiosity. You continue talking to BSD Characters, not paying attention to their shocked gazes./

Y/N: Where were I.... Right, dream powers...

/BSD Dazai raise his hand/

BSD! Dazai: [Y/N], is that..?

[Y/N]: nod Mhm. Our Dazai Osamu. The one, who succeed. slightly clap RL! Dazai on the ankle At least say 'Hello', if you are planning to stay on my shoulders.

/RL! Dazai takes another look at BSD! Gang. Pinches your ear./

RL! Dazai: Dream, why is a redhead in a hat makes me feel so angry?

[Y/N]: sighs Because I overdid it, when Kafka and Harukawa asked for more stories about writers.

/BSD! Dazai is speechless. On one hand, he felt jealous for looking at hos namesake, who succeeded. On the other hand, it was so weird, looking at your double? Prototype?/

/You looked up at RL/Dazai/

[Y/N]: I will tell everyone what is happening later.

/RL! Dazai hopped down on the floor./

RL! Dazai: Waiting for it. Well, see you around. /ready to leave, when he remembered something/ By the way, two lovebirds were looking for you. Want to have a shooting competition and asked you to be the judge.

/You hide your face in both hands./

[Y/N]: If you are talking about Verlaine and Rimbaud, remind them, that they still not allowed to touch any sort of weapon. cover both of your wrists under your shirt¹ If you are talking about Ranpo and Iwata, then I will free in a few hours.

/RL! Dazai nods and, after saying goodbye to BSD Cast, leave. The room is silent./

BSD! Ranpo: barely a whisper I have so many questions... And I am so afraid to ask...

/You smile/

[Y/N]: Don't think about it too much. You will get used to it.

/RL! Oda Sakunosuke barge into the room./

RL! Oda: [Y/N]! Goncharov and Turgenev got drunk and start arguing about plagiarism!²

/You stand up and hurry after the Oda/

[Y/N]: Stay here! I will be back in a few minutes.

/BSD Gang looked at each other. They have a feeling, that their lives will be interesting/

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¹Real life Verlaine shot Rimbaud in the wrist once. Apparently, Dream also was shot by him.

² Real life Turgenev and Goncharov had a huge argument, that ended in court. Goncharov thought, that Turgenev stole the plot of "The Precipice" for his novel "Home of the Gentry". Goncharov shared his ideas about "The Precipice" with Turgenev, so he had the reason to think about it. Judge make Turgenev took too similar plot points from the book.

[forgetmyreality]

I am a Monster

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen!reader 

Word Count: 1000ish

Synopsis: based on the monster scene from the hunchback of notre dame 

Warnings: Fluff, kinda angst, targcest, kissing, friends(?) to lovers, too soft to be real Aemond

A/N english isn’t my first language and its not beta’d 

A/N2: MDNI, 18+ only 

A/N3: Flashbacks/translations/thoughts in italics

Please comment if you wanna read more, or any critiques/suggestions 

I am a Monster

You, the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra, known for your beauty and grace, are highly sought after by many noblemen in court but your kindness is what Aemond was drawn to. It is what his heart craved for years, you, waking up next to him every morning, and you welcoming him every night. However, over the years he grew hardened and closed off in fear that you would see him the way others would, as a monster. For now he would settle for just seeing you smile from a distance

Unbeknownst to him, you also harbored a longing for him, turning down suitors in hopes Aemond would approach you and ask to be his. 

One day, he decided to bring a book with him to the gardens to read. He normally preferred the solitude of the library but today was an unusually lovely day and there was a chance of seeing you even from a distance, which made his cold heart warm.

Sitting up against a tree and trying to focus on his book, thoughts of you distracting him from his reading, he sighed and stared at the sky. 

Rather loudly, a group of women bustled into the gardens, stopping and sitting on a bench to soak in the sun, not realizing Prince Aemond’s presence they started to gossip about the men in court.  

“Did you hear Lord Lannister arrived at court yesterday? What a handsome man he is, those eyes are breathtaking” the tallest woman said excitedly. 

The woman next to her with a pug-like face piped up. “Unlike the one-eyed prince who haunts king’s landing” Aemond’s ears parked at the sound of his forsaken title,”his eye is breathtaking of a different kind” she spat venomously and emphasized the cruel meaning behind her metaphor. “What an ugly man, no Lady would want him, not even his mother” This caused the others in the group to snicker in agreement. 

“He is a monster” 

Not that Aemond would let anyone know but, the words stung, they have been bottled up over the years and are ready to burst, he slammed the book shut which caught the attention of the group of women. Their faces paled at the realization that the prince must've heard them. 

Aemond started to stand, wanting to give them a piece of his mind, a familiar voice caught him off guard “don't you Ladies have something better to do then sit here talking shit about your superiors” the woman said as she rounded the corner of the garden coming into view of bothe the group of women and Aemond. 

Princess Y/N Valeyron…. His beautiful saviour in more ways than just now.   

His Y/N

His heart quicked

She glared at the pugish woman who dared to use the prince's name, “go on, you must be at least smart enough to know when to leave” Y/N broke eye contact to look at the exit of the garden, and back to the women “or do you plan on making a more of fool of yourself”. 

Scared, the women scurried off in shame and just as they reached the exit Y/N yelled to them “and keep your nasty opinions to yourself”. 

Silence befell the garden finally, leaving Y/N and Aemond alone. Y/N still staring at the exit and Aemond who returned to his position against the tree unable to tear his gaze from the woman who had his heart.

Y/N sighed, and slowly moved towards Aemond. She lowered herself to sit next to him against the tree, in a comfortable silence. 

“I AM a monster” Aemond sighed and broke the silence as he looked down at her out of his peripheral vision to see her reaction. 

“Give me your hand”

“What?” 

“Just let me see it” 

He nods in response and slowly brings his calloused hand -from years of sword play- towards her and Y/N flips it up looking at his palm. Examining it.  

Running her finger softly over the longest line on his palm “Hmm, a long life line…. Oh and this one” pointing to another crease “means you’re shy. Hmm mhm, mm, mm… well that's odd” 

Aemond looked directly at Y/N, and turned his shoulders slightly toward her, in curiosity. This felt so right to Aemond sitting next to his love, having his hand in hers. No matter what she found odd about his hand or even his scarring, this was the happiest he has ever been. Aemond’s heart threatened to jump out of his chest

“what?” he managed to utter 

“I don't see any” 

“Any what?” 

“Monster lines. Not a single one” she looks up and him making eye contact. There was something behind her eyes that made him so at peace, so warm and filled with so much love. He realized you were too kind to ever think of him as a monster. She even kept ahold of his hand, lifting it to her lips and placing a kiss on his knuckles. 

Aemond thought he had never felt something so soft in his life. He could only imagine how they would feel pressed against his lips. He didn't have to wait long to find out because before he knew it Y/N had leaned up and placed a kiss gently against his them. Aemond felt fireworks going off in his head as he reached around her to pull her closer. He slanted his head to deepen the kiss. 

It was a kiss that was straight out of a fairytale, one that would haunt Aemond if Y/N ever left him, or decided that he wasn't enough 

Breaking the kiss, filled to the brim with courage the kiss left him with “Y/N, please, I have always loved you, I need you to be mine” 

With a quick peck to his lips again

“I always was, my love”

[gritsgigabits]

Can u do bubba and brahms with a female y/n who basically is 4’0 and built like the one on the left:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/476607573079277247/?mt=login

Thank u!!! 💗

Hi boo, thanks for requesting! Sorry it has taken me literally ages to get to this, ha ha...

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is the kind of person who doesn’t judge people by their looks (or their cognitive abilities). He has first-hand experience with people being prejudiced towards him for being different, so he always makes a point not to pass judgement on others. Bubba adores you, no matter what you look like.

That said, the fact that you’re tiny and endearingly soft certainly doesn’t hurt your relationship. On the contrary, Bubba finds that your short stature adds to your special charm. He is not an overly tall person himself, and Bubba likes it that when he is standing next to you, he looks huge. It boosts his self-confidence.

Bubba is always there for you when you need to get stuff out of the upper cabinets. He doesn’t want you to have to pull a chair over to the cupboard and climb on it just to get something you need. You only need to tell Bubba that you need him to help you get something, and he will rush to your assistance. It doesn’t matter if he’s got some business of his own going on – if you need him, he’s there.

Whereas Bubba often helps you get things that are beyond your reach, you help him whenever there’s a need to crawl into some small space. It’s usually just small things that you are able to perform faster because of your height, like needing to duck underneath the kitchen table to pick up a fork that fell out of Grandpa’s hand.

Brahms Heelshire

There’s no denying it: Brahms is one tall bloke. Because of his self-centeredness, he has never stopped to think what it would be like to live in the Heelshire mansion as a short person. Due to this, Brahms has no sympathy for you when you tell him that he can’t have waffles for breakfast because you can’t bother to get the waffle iron out of the top cabinet. He will not listen to your excuses and will throw a tantrum until you pull up a chair and get the waffle iron.

Because you’re so short and adorable, Brahms finds it endlessly amusing when you try to appear threatening. He often bends the rules you’ve set for him and disobeys you just to get you to cross your arms and scowl at him. Brahms thinks you look like a cute angry pug when you do it. It tests your patience sometimes to have Brahms behaving like an idiot just to see your angry pout, and most often you do it just to please him.

On the other hand, whenever you disobey the rules or upset him in any way, Brahms likes to tower over you to appear as intimidating as possible. You’ve decided to take the same stance towards his looming over you as he has to your scowling up at him: you tell Brahms that he looks like a cute angry giraffe when he tries to use his height to scare you. Brahms finds it infuriating when you use his own weapons against him, and tends to stalk off somewhere whenever the giraffe thing comes up.

Because he is so tall and you are so short, Brahms likes to sleep in a spooning position with you curled up in his embrace. To him, it’s comforting, like holding onto a stuffed animal. Brahms also wants to make you feel small and protected, even if you’re usually the one taking care of him.

[azure-cherie]

Pac : what do people instantly assume about you :

♡︎Hii , how have you been? This PAC will be focusing on assumptions and first impressions , use your intuition and choose a pile , take what resonates and leave the rest ;)

Pile 1:

The very first thing that comes into their mind is that you're very into high fashion or maybe into pursuing a career related to the fashion industry, they see you in the sense of enchantment, someone who is well aware of what's going in and around the world , some people consider you to be vain and very interested in themselves, like you're in a coffee shop and you pretend to not see them , maybe it's because you're an introvert, they think you already know all about your future career, some consider that you don't even have to work because you're already rich enough, somewhat brat assumptions, they assume you're a heartbreaker because you look pretty but you have this coldness or aura that don't mess with me , some people are scared to talk to you because they think they will mess up their words , they see you as a very intimidating person , they sense you have this exterior because you have been betrayed in the past , there's this hidden aspect to you , this mystery that flows around you , some people see you as a revolutionary or a destroyer of what doesn't serve .

Random things that might resonate: body chain, Marilyn Monroe , fugitive, gremlincore , stoic , boba, Greek , Jamie , delaware , deftones , Honda, star wars , baby blues , earrings , moles , ocean eyes , tattoos, Gaia .

Pile 2:

The very first assumptions are that you're full of love or in love , read a lot of romance novels , books , like to eat , you seem rather chaotic to others , some see you as really intellectual and connected to the spiritual world . Some see you as rather outcast or different because of your aura , you come off as anxious to some while hyperactive to others it's like you have two different personas , some see you as an angel on earth , they see you as someone interested in travelling and living your life on your own terms, some people assume you're somewhat lazy and rush on decisions, however a very transformation aura flows around you , they see you as someone who is grateful for what they have or atleast is trying to be grateful, very connected to your mother or nature , would fight for their loved ones , kind of vibe .They see you as a very interesting person , people maybe interested in stalking you as well .

Random things that might resonate : blueberry, diet mountain dew , piano, witchcraft, rose quartz, butterfly, long legs , heart shaped face , pug nose , beaches , flowy floral dresses , twirls , lips .

Pile 3 :

They assume that you're really funny, life of the party , watch anime , roam around too much, they see that you are confident and this confidence comes from working on yourself, healing your traumas , they could really admire your physique , maybe you maintain a lot , they see that being with you will be one of the good experiences in their life , they think people fight for your company. You're seen as someone very strategic and straight forward too , they see you as a star as if fame is written for ya , could see you as wise too , someone who is decisive , really curious, and someone who trusts their gut feelings . Some people assume that you're really sad because of the current events in your life , while others see you as someone who has a perfect balance between feelings and logic, someone charitable, some people might find you cunning maybe because they cannot wrap around how can someone be so perfect, you seem to them as someone they can talk about anything without hesitation .

Random things that might resonate: cute, long nails , ripped jeans , punk, eyebrows , jewellery, diamonds, cherry blossom, freckles , bikes , skin , hibiscus, dancing, handicrafts, dreams , hairs , heels , Eve .

Hope it resonates, thank you for reading 🪐💫🌙

[keeper-of-gates]

escaped au; before playtime co closed down, the toys just steal one of the employees' mini van and fucking dip for a road trip and no one notices a thing until both the news of the missing van from said employee and the select few toys and experiments that somehow escaped from the confines of the underground lab a few hours later.

Like i imagine them just having a dysfunctional family road trip. Mommy driving the van while Daddy sits in the passenger seat trying to calm everyone down while also people watching. their Baby and Poppy just sitting in baby seats that was already inside the van that they just decided to use instead of taking them out. Bunzo sitting in-between the child seats, quietly clapping his cymbals in rhythm with the radio with Boogie Bot sitting beside him trying to dance despite the lack of room. Both Candy and Catbee laying on the floor surrounded in stolen candy wrappers with Daisy trying to eat some crackers. Huggy, Kissy and the mini wuggies just managing themselves out with beef jerkey with both Bron and PJ Pug a pllier hanging their head out the window like dogs, scaring passers-by because holy shit that a dinosaur?!

You expect nothing else from me other than this mental image.