#so i hope this doesn’t flop

[unknownarmageddon]

my god. these bitches gay

[thedreamerfae]

I’m doing this absurd Sun n Moon x Yn fic that’s been in the works since August and guys it’s at 8,000 words, fully up to date with edits, adding and getting rid of paragraphs and… it’s still no where close to done

However it’s all angst ahahha so I think you guys like that (plus some violent YN shenanigans. YN deserves to be a lil violent)

[alainapaloosa2]

Okay, Glorbieween prompts are done!

So, this is kind of the basic *insert word*-tober prompt list of Halloween and fall things, but for Glorbie! Made of various 1-2 word prompts that I thought either fit the theme or would be fun for the two of them! A lot of the prompts are more specific while the other are up to interpretation, so go feral!

Obviously, you don’t have to participate everyday and can pick and choose, unless you actually want to do them all (props to you). Any kind of media is good too! Art, fics, etc!

Also, if you’re gonna participate, tag your posts #glorbieween23 if you want so they’ll all be together. You can add it to the Ao3 collection as well!

Good luck and have fun!!! <3

Prompt list in written form:

Sweater

Decorating

Bakery

Pumpkin Patch

Mystery

Doll

Fall Hike

Spider

Halloween Movie

Candy

Carving Pumpkins

Surprise

Costumes

Carnival

Shadow

Witch

Blanket

Black Cat

Apple Picking

Haunted House

Hot Chocolate

Vampire

Forest

Monster

Doorbell

Skeleton

Scary Movie

Party

Ghost

Corn Maze

Trick or Treat

[idkfitememate]

Yes please!

Bet.

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It was dark in the Aperture Science building. Though it wasn’t silent. After word from the singular guard at one of many openings alerted human sightings after… years of nothing, you had to admit something inside you was excited.

It was in human and monster nature to be curious of the unknown. And with all the years since your last… nuisance test subject, you figured that Aperture may have been - more likely was - forgotten by those above.

You rapidly repaired test room after test room, rebuilding the facility to the best of your current abilities. Which wasn’t much a problem, because due to the lack of human touch, you were able to keep the place up and running with extreme precision.

It looked just like when Aperture was first built.

With different power sources from every nation, keeping powered on was never an issue. The location that had been found be humans was the one that was powered by the never ending lightning storm the surrounded the nation of Inazuma.

The strikes of Electro traveled through the water into sensors placed on the ocean floor, that changed the pure Electro into actual electricity that was then used to power the specific part of Aperture Science that was stationed below it.

The real facility spanned all across Teyvat.

This was only the beginning.

And your cold heart was more than ready for this coming future.

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[lovelyhaitani]

House of memories

ran haitani x housewife!reader

warnings- a bit suggestive okay maybe like smut very much smut

This is essentially the reader remembering everywhere Ran has fucked them as they clean

18+ minors do not interact <3

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Your husbands lips are soft on your own, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve kissed him goodbye it still always manages to leave a warm feeling in your chest when you pull away and he looks at you with such loving eyes. To cover your blush you duck your head and look at his chest and adjust his already perfect tie. He chuckles before he presses one last kiss to your forehead then he leaves. This is routine, he leaves home every morning for work and leaves you in your big empty house and then you begin your daily chores.

You always start with your bedroom, it’s spacious and lavish. Your bed is so big which is kind of a waste since you and Ran always end up pressed up against one another, clinging tightly to each other as you sleep. You start by removing the soft sheets that are a mess because of what took place this morning, what takes place practically every morning and night. You woke up today with a particularly ravenous Ran between your thighs, grinning like a child who was just allowed to have his favorite dessert for breakfast.

You remove the sheets and replace them with clean ones. As you place them in a laundry basket you also start picking up your clothes from the floor. One of Ran’s suits is on the floor, the one he wore yesterday, it’s a rumpled heap on the floor. Your cheeks feel hot as you remember how it ended up there, when Ran got home yesterday he immediately started pushing you towards the bedroom and his strong hands were haphazardly removing his tie and the rest of his clothes. His lips never once left yours during the entire process, he didn’t let up for hours before you forced him to when you realized he didn’t even eat before latching onto you.

You shake your head at the thoughts and then proceed to the laundry room to wash everything. As you finish placing them in and turn on the washer you can’t help but remember the time you had family staying for the week. Ran was so pent up and he never got a moment alone with you even when it was time to retire to your bedroom because you were so tired from taking care of your family all day. He was so desperate that when he finally saw you going into the laundry room alone he followed you closely. This ended up with your soft warm skin pressed up against the cold hard washing machine as he thrusted into from behind in a harsh and fast pace. He was all over you as if he was dying of thirst and you were a tall glass of water. The washing machine did absolutely nothing to cover up your loud moans.

You walk out of the laundry room and back to your lavish closet to fix up Ran’s ties that he messed up this morning when he couldn’t decide on which one to wear. He does this every day, he messes up the order of his ties when he can’t decide which one to wear and you always end up picking one for him and adjusting it for him. Your fingers dance across the silky ties as you arrange them in order but as your fingers press against a red one he hardly wears you bite your lip.

You remember the way the silky material rubbed against your wrists the time Ran got home annoyed and got even angrier when he wasn’t greeted at the door with a kiss because you were putting away the dry cleaning. The knot he bound your wrists with was so tight and left you completely powerless to him. He took advantage of this, he loved seeing fat tears welling up in your eyes as you pleaded with him to untie you because you wanted to touch him and hold him. You also remember when he decided to be kind and instead tie it around your eyes because then you wouldn’t be able to tell where he was. You could feel him all around you but couldn’t predict his next move which made everything that much more exciting.

The bathroom is next, you start by scrubbing everything clean first and when you reach the end which is when you wipe the mirror clean. As you spray and wipe the mirror you can’t help but remember when Sanzu and Rindou had come over and Ran couldn’t stand the way they were looking at you so he dragged you to the bathroom and fucked you in front of the mirror. He wanted you to see the way he completely owned your body, how you were made for him. He forced you to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror the entire time. When you walked out of that bathroom with his cum dripping down your thighs and unable to walk straight you only had him in mind you didn’t care about the fact that Sanzu and Rindou definitely knew what you two did.

You also can’t help but remember all the times he’s fucked you fresh out of the shower with your hands creating handprints on the foggy mirror. You also can’t help but remember the print your back and head leave on the mirror when he sits you up on the counter. So he can look at your face because the foggy mirror blocks his view of your fucked out face. You always look so pretty when he fucks you, there’s not a single thought behind those eyes except him. Your mind becomes so muddled that if he asked you what your name was you wouldn’t be able to answer but if he asked you what his name was you’d answer in a heartbeat.

You leave the bathroom and start the process of sweeping and mopping the hardwood flooring then vacuuming the soft carpet. You’ve been on your knees countless times in front of Ran whether it’s on the hard floor or the soft carpet when he’s feeling nicer. He likes seeing the bruises on your knees, he loves leaving marks on you it’s proof that you’re his and he’s had the honor of having you. More than anything he loves your face, he especially loves fucking your face. He loves seeing your eyes welled up with tears, lipstick smeared and messy drool all over him.

With your cheeks still burning you start adjusting the couch cushions that were messily thrown around. Every Friday night Ran makes time to watch a movies with you if he can’t take you out on your regular Friday night dates. Every time without fail his hand somehow ends up down your pants and playing with you as if it’s just second nature. He stays completely focused on the movie not even realizing how desperate you’ve become under his long lithe fingers. Then when he’s finally done he licks his fingers clean as if he’s licking them from left over popcorn.

You then decide that you should do some dusting in his office. You dust it every couple of days and sweep and mop once a week because Ran doesn’t spend much time in there. When he gets home he’d very much rather be with you than doing work in his office. However there are those nights in which work follows him home so he can’t pay attention to you. Somehow you always end up begging for his attention whether it’s you sucking him off underneath his desk as he has a meeting through a video call or if it’s you riding his thigh to your heart’s content as he finishes up some paperwork.

You look at the time and decide to start dinner for him. As you start chopping vegetables on the counter you remember all the times he’s come home early and caught you making dinner. Something about you doing domestic chores for him really drives him crazy, he just loves how you’re doing all of it for him how well you take care of him. That of course makes him think he should repay the favor so he sits you up on the counter and gets between your thighs and stays there until dinner gets burned. He doesn’t really care about dinner getting burned because you are his favorite meal. If he’s not with his head between your thighs then you’re holding onto the counter for dear life with your face pressed against the cold marble of it.

As dinner finishes cooking on the stove you set the table and as you put down his plate on the table you remember all the times he’s made you sit on his lap and feed him claiming that he’s had a long day and really missed you. This is just an excuse to start grinding up on you. This always ends up with you riding him on the chair as if there’s no tomorrow with his head buried into your neck and biting down onto your shoulder as you clamp onto him with a vice like grip.

When the table is fully set you check the time again and start heading towards the front door. The front door where you always find yourself pressed against once it’s shut whenever Ran had a particularly hard day and really missed you. Right at 6:00 pm the door starts unlocking and then swings open to show your wonderful husband smiling at you.

Your lips find his immediately and once you pull away he says, as he always does because this is routine,“I’m home, did you miss me doll?”

[cobble-stone]

Decked Out 2: Coming Soon

wanted to make a design for s9 tango, dude really saw all the associations between him and fire and pulled a 180 on us

[tired-bisexual-brainrot]

love, mike

that sounds stupid, i know. you aren’t supposed to begin a letter with the end. it’s exactly the opposite of what they taught us to do when writing a letter in the 4th grade. but the thing is, our whole lives have been the opposite of normal. from being bullied, to meeting a girl with superpowers, to fighting monsters from a hell dimension, nothing in our lives have ever been in the norm. that’s exactly why we were ever bullied in the first place. because we aren’t normal, we don’t fit in. we never wanted to fit in.

ever since you moved, i’ve felt like a part of me is missing, like i lost you. i feel the same way i felt all those years ago when you went missing. that was the worst day of my life. it was also the day i met el. she’s the only reason that we were able to save you, she was the best thing that could’ve happened to me, or rather, us… at the time. i mean, el literally has super powers, but she was like us in the sense that she didn’t fit in either. she’s never going to fit in, we’re never going to fit in. but this letter isn’t about el, i guess in a way it sort of is, but it isn’t. i know that doesn’t make sense, but just bare with me here.

throughout this whole letter, i’ve kept circling back to not fitting in, to not being normal. hell, i started this letter with “love, mike,” which is entirely the point. i’m too scared to say it out loud, i’m too nervous to even acknowledge it most of the time but i just had to get it out, i had to write it down. i’m a writer, it’s what i do, and i feel like even if i did have the courage to tell you in person i wouldn’t even be able to get the right words out because i suck at articulating my feelings verbally and it would come out all wrong.

the point is that for the past 3 years, i’ve loved el, and i still do love el, that isn’t going to change.

i love her, but i’m not in love with her, not like i am… with you.

i love you, will. i love you so much that it hurts. it’s physically painful for me to not be near you, to not be able to talk to you everyday. you’re mom has that new telemarketing job, it’s why i haven’t been able to call. don’t get me wrong, i’ve tried, i’ve tried every single day for months, but the line is always busy. knowing you, you probably think that i’m ignoring you, that i don’t care about you anymore. which is not true at all, will, and i really hope you know that. i know i could’ve sent you letters, i send el letters all the time, but i knew that if i sat down and tried to write you a letter that i would start confessing everything i feel for you, pretty much like how i’m doing right now actually.

i think on some level i’ve always known. ever since that day we met on the swing sets, i wasn’t lying when i told you that that was the best thing i’ve ever done. you are the most important person in my life, i think you’re kind of the only thing that keeps me going most of the time. so yea, i’ll begin this letter with “love, mike” because it is exactly how i feel. it’s out of the norm, it isn’t what you are “supposed” to do, and i’ll begin every letter to you with “love, mike” until the day i die, because i’m in love with you. i love you, will. we are the exact opposite of what society wants us to be, and if i had to choose anyone that i wanted to be outcasts with for the rest of my life, i’d choose you. i would choose you a million times over. this all sounds crazy, but then again, we promised that we’d go crazy together.

it’s only fitting to end this letter with the way it should’ve began, so what you do now is totally up to you. god, i hope you love me too.

dear will

[vedaelorah]

RE fanart of rosemary i love her sm 🫶🏻

inspired by wanting to see her with ethan’s nose :)

[monsterrae1]

Giveth me a drabble from song #57. Eventually. In the near distant future.

I'll forget I sent this and it will be a true surprise. A present for moi.

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Eddie walked into the house and slowly took off his jacket, wincing at the pull it caused in his shoulders, old injuries acting up, plus a long hard shift hadn't been kind on his body, and he just wanted to drive straight home and pass out. That didn't happen, what ending up happening was that he was stuck in traffic for hours, his parents calling him pushing for him and Chris to visit soon, and on and on.

It probably wasn't that bad, but Eddie was too tired, and he felt too raw, he felt too jaded, a lot of the calls from today had been long and some of the them had hit too close to home; making over think every single thing in his life. Making him doubt.

When he finally made it home he wanted nothing but to take a hot shower and pass out for the next handful of hours; instead of heading towards the bathroom down the hall, he felt a pull towards the kitchen, lured there by the soft humming coming from his boyfriend.

Eddie couldn't really tell what song it was, only that he loved the sound of it coming out of Buck's mouth. The kitchen smelt like roasting meat and vegetables, something slightly spicy and savory, something that Eddie was probably going to love.

Buck hadn't noticed him arriving, he was lost in his own world as Eddie leaned against the doorframe and watched him move around the kitchen like it was his own - Eddie supposed it kinda was, since Buck tended to do most of the cooking, even before they got together.

Eddie felt at peace, whatever restless energy was still going through him, finally disappearing now that he was home, truly home, watching Buck cooking and humming like no one was watching him.

"Eds!" Buck said once he turned around and caught sight of Eddie, "How long have you been there for?" He blushed a little and Eddie couldn't help but to walk to him and wrap him in his arms.

"Hum the song again?" Eddie said, kissing the corner of Buck's mouth "Please?"

Buck restarted his humming and Eddie started to swing them around the kitchen, moving slowly, laughing as they went.

"Are you okay?" Buck asked him once they had stopped moving, Eddie hummed and kissed him again.

"I am now," Eddie said, kissing him one more time.

[unknownarmageddon]

Crimson

Killer belongs to rahafwabas Dust belongs to Ask-Dusttale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Death’s Doorstep (this band AU) belongs to me

[cuntgarrycuntross]

So what I’ve gathered is queen mechole is flying under the radar😏😏

[overtake]

red bull could whip out a gun and shoot max in the head on track and i’d be like “yeah, that’s just classic singapore for him!” i am deeply unfazed by this flop performance. i think he should try to collect as many penalties as possible and steal the meme from ocon.

[aweirdofangirl]

I know I called this, so it's kinda on me for being mad, but how exactly did park hanbin or keita not make it into the group? Like who tf was voting that hard for gunwook (I definitely wanted him in the group, but we all know that that is keita's spot), first of all. Secondly, I will never stop saying this idc, how did gyuvin get in???

I feel like no one was thinking this through. The idea of Taerae Yujin and Gunwook in the same concept is hilarious to me. The idea of Jiwoong and Ricky both serving face instead of a purpose is so funny (I'm not saying they aren't talented, we've seen over the course of the show that not much is asked of Jiwoong and Ricky has a very particular vibe that I'm not sure will mesh well with the group). There just aren't enough chameleons in this group for it to click.

[m0e-ru]

annoys me how people don’t get adachis shadow nor understand the way he works in ultimax and the fact he’s never accepted himself and neither will improve as a person than as genuinely as someone who does awaken to a persona hence why he’s still in pain trying to utilize it all the time and the words he thinks and says and the actions he does in ultimax should be taken with a grain of salt but also wholeheartedly after putting it under a microscope enough

[the-night-gods-moon]

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This post has a hole in it. Choose one thing to toss into it and never see again.

@mamaturtle11 @thisworldisrotten @reaperlight @queen--of--maggots @owl-mug

[elvain]

curly hair life is getting up to wash my hair at 12:10 am bc i have plans at 1030 and i need it to dry overnight so it looks good. am tired