#this is dumb! its dumb im allowed to do things that are open to the general public

[prettyboykatsuki]

pls read me for filth bestie: intj eldest daughter 🤓

ahhh. fellow intj. this one might be mean sorry. once again i am working on assumptions so disclaimer yadda yadda

intjs are usually known for being cold, calculated and intelligent as a result of introverted intution which is shared with your fellow NJ pairs and for the most part this stereotype is true. most intjs are gifted in early childhood and do well academically with good insight for pattern recognition. youve probably one point felt yourself to be better than your peers

the two way consequence of this being true is that you definitely have semi abysmal social skills. intj women(or just generally speaking fem presenting intjs) tend to make-up for this by capitalizing on their physical appearance in their later years if possible. intj men tend to be mildly insufferable because behaving that way is accepted as masculine and tolerable. this lack of understanding in relation to socialization comes two fold from your last function being extroverted sensing and your third function being introverted feeling.

like most introverted feelers you take things incredibly personal which wreaks havoc in your relationships. as you grow older and experience more things (and more trauma) your sense of basic sympathy allows you to overlook the things that you used to bother you day-to-day but you do have to actively realize that not everything that happens to you is a personal matter. in fact most things are not and your paranoia that they are worsens greatly under stress. a lot of shit has genuinely nothing to do with you

intjs are interesting in that they do actually get along with several types of people and tend to fall in the camp of open minded. you have a tendency to make quick judgements about people and you're rarely wrong on your first impressions but you sometimes allow them to cloud your judgement. you don't prefer leadership roles but you will handle them well when they are forced upon you which they often are as a result of you being technically competent and talented at compartmentalizing. how are u dealing with that one haunting impulsive decision you made btw

most often intjs get in relationships they can hide behind in some way. extroverts are ideal for this but it's mostly anyone who can comfortably shield them away from public scrutiny as they pressure of being around others is rather annoying to you though im sure you do fine. you've developed some specific culturally relevant social skills to keep you afloat but you need to recuperate more oftne than you care to admit.

you probably similarly had a phase of total hedonism in your late teens and young adulthood in a way that wasn't obvious to everyone else as you discovered your extroverted sensing and the concept of sensuality.

you have inadvertently developed a desire for validation of something you can't actually recognize. intjs are typically well accomplished in some aspect, but the validation you're seeking is actually entirely emotional and you will benefit a lot from realizing this. your ideal relationship is not someone who will simply shield you, but will allow you to be yourself and push you in areas you need pushing while fully understanding who you are and not who you are very good at pretending to be.

its fine to admit some parts of you are sloppy, irritable and irrational. the extremity you treat his part of yourself with is overblown in the first place and being around emotionally in tune people makes you self aware of this.

you date people you assume you'll have emotional control over and years later understand doing that is also exhausting you. the cycle will repeat until you can find someone who can view you with sincerity and all your flaws and acknowledge them without stepping on your toes about them all the type.

you can pretend that happy-go-lucky people exhaust you all you want but having at least SOME to balance you out is literally important to your nervous system. if dating a dumb himbo and the false sense of emotional security he gives you is what fixes you let it happen its fine no one else will be able to tell but them.

despite all of this, ultimately no one is harder on you than yourself which is why many people in your life forgive you for things most others would not. your expectations for your accomplishments as a result of your talents and somewhat your ambition suffocate you but your health is more important and it's fine to put those thoughts to rest eventually. not everything needs to happen at once for you

try not to let your perfectionism completely disconnect you from the one artistic hobby you have and work hard at that - it contributes more to your sanity than u will ever give it credit for and it is that deep. u can't pretend its not lol

it will be fine btw

[iminlovewelliewilliams]

Ellie Williams x f!reader

Summary: Its new year and you’re getting ready to the party and Ellie just want some affection 😟💗.

Warnings: None! Just fluffy fluffy fluffy! 🤲

An: Hii! This is my first write, its very short but i think I’ll get better ❤️‍🩹 sorry for any dumb mistake, im still learning english!

Today we have the new year’s party on Jackson, you’re on your room getting ready, putting some makeup while you listen to some music. Suddenly someone knocks the door, you assume that is Ellie. You go to the front door and open it.

“Heyy!” You smile while Ellie enters and give you a hug and a soft peck on your lips.

“Woww somebody call the cops, because it’s got to be illegal to look that good.” She giggles and you rolls your eyes.

“Shut up…im not even ready…and you’re too early! What happened? Did your watch work today?” You joke with her while you sit back on your chair to finish your makeup and she sits on your bed, watching you.

She rolls her eyes and continues to stare at you “a girl can’t come early to watch her girlfriend get ready?” She tease. She was so pretty, in her own way.

Now you’re doing the last thing, red lipstick, you’re too concentrate to notice Ellie coming behind you, she wraps her arms around you, kissing your neck and smelling your sweet perfume.

“Hmm god…you’re so pretty, i think you’ll kill me some day” she mumble making you giggle.

“Oh really?” You say now looking at her through the mirror with a smile.

“Really…” She say approaching her lips to yours, but before touching it, you move away “heyy!!” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Im with lipgloss babe!” You giggle looking at her knowing that she hates the sticky feeling that the lipgloss lets on her lips.

“Ugh but i kinda don’t care right now, because…” She looks at you up and down “Jeez you look so hot” she smiles and quickly peck your lips.

You giggle seeing her lips with a red tone “yeahh…now you’re looking like me…” You say and turns her head to look at herself on the mirror to her see that she has some lipstick.

“I kinda want to stay here tonight…are you sure that you really want to go to the party?” She says playfully and rests her chin on your shoulder, making you laugh.

“Ellie its new year! Of course we’ll go!” You give a little pat on her arm.

“Outch! Okay okay!” She chuckle “god…you really hate me, don’t you?” She say now facing you, looking at your eyes and lips.

“A lot…” you giggle and not allowing Ellie to kiss you again, you pulls her to the front door to finally go to the party.

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

I was wondering if maybe you would be able to write a story where Steve gets super jealous of one of your guy friends and steve acts super weird and clingy throughout the day and super horny and then the second you get home he fucks her raw 😘

I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😆

ofc i had to do eddie with this. this has not been proofread at all and its like 1 am but I wanted to get something out for you guys cause I lovveeddd writing this! this is smut so minors please dni <3 go have a snack and come back another day!

cw: smut, jealousy (not triggering/toxic), enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v sex , mild daddy kink, an exorbitant amount of praise, slightly perv!eddie, overall fluffy happy smut <3 remember to stay safe and don't force yourself to read something that makes you upset or uncomfortable, that goes for everything on this website! enjoy loves <3

it's movie night! but… steve has not been having a good night. you're so oblivious. utterly oblivious to how much eddie is flirting with you. you don't even notice, guys don't usually flirt with you, so why would eddie? and he knows you love steve. he's having so much fun with it, teasing looks thrown at steve while you keep talking to him. usually, steve wouldn't get too jealous, but he knew eddie. and he knew eddie had a crush on you before. every ounce of reasoning leaving his body, replaced by the primal urge to claim. eddie knew what he was doing. he knew that you didn't want him, but in his mind he was doing you a favor, making sure you get fucked real good tonight.

steve comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist. pulling you into his side. “cmon babygirl, time to go. you’re tired baby.” and you just assume that you looked tired, steve was always good at sensing things before you.

a wave of your hand directed towards the rest of the small gathering in the living room as you ascend up the stairs to his bedroom. pulling you in and carrying you to the bed, ripping the cotton panties you had on under your nightgown. climbing over top of you.

a gasp, “- steve, steve?”

“youre mine baby, right?”

“yes im yours steve im yours,”

“can i show you? can i show you youre mine?”

“yeah, yeah, yes please”

and hes moving you to have your head hanging off the side of the bed. kissing your lips and then you’re forehead before bringing your hair together in a makeshift-ponytail. excitement buzzing in you when you hear the zipper of his jeans come undone, the denim disregarded.

“you wanna open your mouth for me babydoll?”

and you do. immediately. opening as wide as you can and relaxing your throat as much as you could.

“good girl, beautiful.” he cooed, “you know what to do if you need me to stop, right baby?”

you tapped on his thigh three times, signaling that you knew what to do. eyes still glassy and blown out from his dominance as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“love you, sweet girl,” stroking your face with one hand, while taking his cock out with the other. big and heavy, flushed near the tip. a vein on the bottom protruding slightly. tapping it lightly onto your tongue before you start suckling on his tip. he's panting and pulling your shirt up over your tits while you work your skirt off.

“fuck- you want more honey?” and you open your mouth wider for him almost instinctively. “good girl, my pretty little thing.” pushing his cock further into your mouth till it hits your throat, allowing you to position yourself in a way that's comfortable for you. “love you so much baby, you're mine. fuck- just mine, yeah?” panting as he rocks in and out of your mouth. your face flushed and lightheaded. fucked dumb and he hasn't even touched you.

that is until he leans over you, still pushing himself inside your mouth, spit drooling down his cock to his balls. and presses two fingers to your clit. moaning around his cock and making him twitch.

he pulls out slightly so that you have room to breathe when you need to, only taking half of him. before leaning down and gripping your hips. lifting them up and to his face. kissing your pretty pussy that was all his. licking and sucking your clit while you mewled around his dick. pushing him to the edge with your pretty moans.

his tongue leaves your clit, pulling away to come back to your face.

“im gonna cum now and then ill fuck you baby, okay? is that okay? you gonna let me make love to you?”

“yesdaddyyesdaddy” nodding frantically, fucked out and just ready for him to cum on you.

“good girl, get on your knees for me baby.” throwing a pillow to the ground before helping you situate yourself in front of him. eye level with his pelvis. “love you so much, my girl…my girl.” looking down at you adoringly, a sweet smile on his face while you take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head. He's panting and fucking his hips into you while you suck him off. “fuck yeah baby, keep going, ‘m gonna cum, love.”

with a few more thrusts he was gone, pulling out and releasing all over your face and tongue. leaning down to kiss you before reaching to his bedside table and grabbing a tissue to wipe your face with. situating you on the bed once he has your face all “clean” . your poor legs shaking from anticipation. steve almost never asks for blowjobs, and when he does, he always makes you feel really good after.

his face hovering over yours’ “good job babydoll, you did so good, that was amazing. you want me inside you honey?”

“yes please”

“okay babydoll, relax for me” pushing his half-hard cock into your cunt. wet and warm around him. moaning when you felt his cock harden in your cunt. taking his kisses graciously as he started to fuck you, holding your thighs on either side of him. fucking you nice and slow, sensually and romantically. pace picking up slowly. he leans down to take your hand off your mouth.

“i want you to be loud for me baby. let them know you're mine. let em know who can make you do this, who can make you cum like this.” his cock still drilling into you. wet sounds and skin slapping filling the room. grinding his hips down on your clit till your legs are shaking and he's cooing at you. “need to cum babydoll? you gonna cum for me? cmon honey. daddy wants you to cum baby.” you're both grinding into each other before his hand comes down to your clit and rubs small circles into it while he fucks you. pushing you to the edge. a moan almost as loud as a scream falls out of your mouth. your orgasm has you floating, making your cunt contract around him, legs shaking and breath heaving. feeling steves warm cum fill you up shortly after.

claimed. his.

of course, steve flips you over and onto his lap, pressing your back to his chest and rubbing your thighs to calm you down a little bit. before sliding two fingers inside you. palming your clit while he spreads a mixture of your cum over you. your back arched and once again almost screaming, this time from overstimulation.

“ahh- hurts daddy hurts,, thank you thank you thank you”

“shhh, don't have to thank me honey, relax your pretty head baby, let it be empty.” and guides your head back and onto his shoulder. trusting that steve will take care of you. completely blissed out and relaxed. unconscious moans leaving your lips. turning into whines quickly when his rhythm became faster and steadier.

“stevie, gonna cum, ‘m close,”

“shhh, let it go baby, cum for me. good girl.”

riding out your high by grinding up into his palm. whimpers and moans becoming softer and softer till you're falling onto his chest. head still a little empty.

“‘m yours ,stevie”

“and im yours, lovey”

[intradognition]

*paws you gently*

DNI ☆ minors. beyond that, i block liberally if i dont like your content/vibes

! I WILL BLOCK IF UR AGE ISNT LISTED !

THE DOG ☆ puppy (it/its), 20. not a person, a dog! weird white goth autigender/whatever + trans freak! queer + into everyone in the t4t way (cishets there is just about nothing for you here.) im very autistic so please be patient with puppy ^^ it writes in both first and third person :3

☆ uncollared virgin ; i subpost frequently but in reality im mostly a dom. tmblr is not my main form of media and i am very forgetful so i might abandon this blog accidentally </3

— blog functionings (msgs, asks, tags)

DMs ☆ open, but it's likely i'll only respond to mutuals

ASKS ☆ [#dogtorasks] open and anon allowed. come say hi to puppy!!!!

TAGS ☆ #dogtor barks for general dogblogging, #pawndering for writing/pupposting/etc, #mommy knows best for mommyposting, #puppy brain or #mommy brain for some rbs, #intradognothing for shitposts. i dont tw/tag any of the content i repost, but will mark my personal posting ab ocd as #ocd

☆ more about puppy & nsft under the cut ☆

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☆ it has a lot of interests but this blog is almost exclusively for dogposting! it may engage if they come up/be mentioned regardless

☆ i prefer neutral terms for myself but am also fine with masc ones! feel free to bark filthy names at me in my asks because i can and will start wagging

puppy terms:

chest, tits ; cunt, hole

trans people are welcome to call me mommy.

no fem terms/words, i much prefer being called a stupid fag/dumb puppy/etc. rather than gendered terms though :3

puppy likes, in no specific order:

pupplay (gestures vaguely at the blog) and petplay in general, i just prefer dogs

breeding (NOT pregnancy)

mommy/sub dynamics of all sort (as the mommy + i favor mommy/pet) but also mommy as a submissive role

praise, degradation/humiliation, begging

pain, bondage + marking (receiving)

dumbification, corruption [#dollposting]

monsterfucking. i LOVE monsters [#monsterfucking + #vampirefucking]

hierophilia (priests, religious shame, angels/demons, etc)

do not bring these things near puppy:

scat/emeto

sibling incest

feederism/weight kink

raceplay/beastiality

transphobia/detrans/misgendering

[onestepbackwards]

howdy! "self aware pkmn masters ex team leaders" gal here, and i just wanted to say that i LOVED your additions to my post! i actually came up with a few of my own in the meantime, and i just wanted to share with ya (not a request, dw):

Ghetsis: after Old Man Plasma is done "rebelling" against your control, you start noticing that he grows.. more attached, in a way. he greets you more whenever you log into the game, and gives you a lecture on "leaving him hanging dry" if you don't log in for some time, whether it being real life stuff and whatnot. he DOES see you as some "deity" in a way, but he cannot afford the disapproval that you might give him if you don't like his offerings for you. what if you end up dropping him from your team entirely? what if you kick him from the trainer lodge? what if you forced him to fight alongside N???? oh, the pain and humiliation! and while he DOES see you as a fitting ruler for Team Plasma, he also unfortunately knows that you don't trust him for shit. and he DOES 'attempt' to be honest and not manipulative for once, but the app's code is holding him by the collar. but becoming plasma's ruler is a standing invitation, so he'll wait as long as he wants.

Giovanni: ah, gio. good ol Mr. "My Entire Team Dies To Grass And Water And Ice". he strangely became more lax and laid back after discovering his self awareness, and he grew more attached to you; mainly because you're the only person who seems to know about him more than he does about himself. oh, you just so happened to mention silver one time? well, now you got giovanni wondering if he can repair his doomed-from-the-start relationship with his son. but his interest peaks when you mention the pokemon anime, and like the Cunning Narcissistic Old Man he is, he wonders how HE is portrayed. luckily, he wasn't butchered too hard. but when you bring up jessie, james, and meowth? boy, he goes into total Angy mode. he rants about how incompetent they are, and how he allowed them to even be in the team to begin with. and he DOES get in character, which is a bit surprising for someone who just discovered his existence is a sham. and expect him to refer to himself as "Vanni" or "Gio", since he heard you call him that when you first got him and it just sorta stuck, yknow?

Maxie & Archie: just as before, Mr. Magma Man and Mr. Sea Pirate remained the same, but expect to see yourself get pulled into their dumb debates and arguments now that they consider you close enough to be a Team Magma/Aqua admin. you can just log in once and maxie will greet you at the pokecenter and be like "ah, (player). i need your opinion on something. you see, archie said that kyogre is the best legendary, but i beg to differ. im asking you because you are the only smart person i can rely on around here.." or archie just going on a 15 minute rant to you about how groudon sucks dookie and that maxie is a man child (they're still besties, dw) that needs to study the SEAS and not (in his words) "STUPID ITTY BITTY ROCKS". you're practically their closest thing to a friend, and that says a lot.

Cyrus: he gets quite curious about your world. you tell him about all the little things, from the blooming of flowers to space discoveries, and he feels like his third, nonexistent eye has been opened. he was already so focused on destroying a universe and creating one dull of emotions that he forgot to see the REAL beauty of what lies beyond. while he physically can't use palkia or dialga to do what he wanted in platinum, expect to see him go full fanboy mode over your world, your town, anything surrounding you. its almost adorable, even when he just has a -_- face the entire time. if he could be more expressive, you bet your ass he would be smiling rainbows at that point.

🥺🥺😭

These are so good

They all grow somewhat attached to you. You are the small bit of sanity they can grasp onto nowadays. Hearing you lets them relax.

Meanwhile, you get to learn about their lives, how Pasio is doing.

It’s strange. When you are offline, theres so much going ok, yet not at all. Not enough for anything major, but enough for it to seem like the place must be alive when you aren’t looking.

Even the bosses have recognized this. How odd it is.

They all grow so attached. If you end up not logging in for a while, you even start getting notifications from the app.

‘Are you there?’

‘Are you alright?’

‘What happened?’

Much to your surprise, they found out how to communicate through your notifications. They often fight who gets to even do so.

Most of them would never admit they are attached, but they all grow concerned regardless.

Archie and Maxie would probably be the only ones to openly admit they were worried. They definitely see you more as a friend, not just a potentially god like entity.

[shadowqnights]

idk i urge you all to please please be kinder to yourself and your brain and your interests idk. i know that in this day and age we have to be critical of our interests but you can Do that and still be able to admit that You think this thing is fun and cool. maybe its got some writing issues or maybe its got a funky fresh different format or media type, maybe its a youtube series or a podcast or whatever that isnt your typical netflix tv show or book but its still Your thing and if you love it then no amount of like . societal pressure should be allowed to rob you of that enjoyment or make you feel ashamed to have an interest that isnt a Common or Typical fandom because there is a very very broad wide world of content out there. you shouldnt have to like open every conversation about your special interest/interest with 'this is the worst piece of media alive i hate that im into it please never watch the things i enjoy because you'll fucking hate it' (in a deadly serious way not like the silly way)

idk . what happened to whimsy. what happened to sillyfun. what happened to showing people that you're excited about things. maybe its not for them, maybe it Is badly written. but thats still Your thing and the more you tell other people that its dumb and horrible the more you condition yourself that you have to feel ashamed that your brain has latched onto it and wont let go. you condition yourself that you need to isolate yourself in your passion and that no one else is ever going to share it because you like something Horrible and grueling and frustrating and you have to tell everyone that. disclaimer, you say: this is the worst thing ever even though i love it so you shouldnt put yourself through it. because i just know you're going to hate it and you're going to think im cringe and stupid for still kind of liking it. but they might love it, or at least give it a try Just for you. Thats Love.

the more you ridicule your brain for latching onto the 'dumb' stuff and being genuinely interested in it .. the more you feel ashamed that you want to infodump about it and in the same breath feel like you have to warn people to never touch your interest with a ten foot pole. maybe they Want to indulge maybe they want to understand what you talk about. maybe they will Agree with you over those Plot Holes and Writing Things and you can talk about it idk. be nicer to your brain. let yourself have a Thing that you feel ecstatic to talk about and analyse and make art about. tell your friends you're having fun. doesnt matter if its silly or theres errors. sure you might be cringe but you are free.

[captainmera]

Mera, i honestly dont know you put up and manage so many people asking you for stuff-

like today, ive only ever gotten one request (that i realised was a full on commission once i accepted) which i then spent atleast 3 HOURS on. not even to get paid T-T

so i just gotta say on behalf of the Mera crew, thank you so much for putting up with us and our shit.

Thanks I appreciate inte that. 🙇💗

I hope they weren't rude, that you still had fun, and that you learned something from it on how you want to proceed going forward with people requesting things from you.

I dont think people who approach me are shit or anything, it can be a little rude or disrespectful at times, but I boil that down to a few people. It's not the majority. Most people are nice and behave like they would if this had been in person.

I like drawing things, and it helps me fill my day with something.

Sure, It can be a little hurtful when people take advantage of that by just throwing a request/ptompt at me like they're putting paper into a copy machine, without consideration or empathy for me and my time.

Some people come in with the energy of "since you have the time you should do things for me, you're nobody without my attention, and if you don't appease me I'll be upset and think you're a selfish bum." Which is, yknow, unpleasant to put it mildly.

Like, sure, I've put myself here. I post things online, and I like when people are interested in my work - who wouldn't be? I do think it's fun to take prompts. It gives me cause to be social and creative at the same time. But just because I'm willing and open for something doesn't mean it gives people an allowance to be entitled to demand things. They speak as though they have paid me enough with their approach alone.

Yes, I spend between 10min-5hours on pieces depending on if they're doodles, fully rendered pieces, or comics.

I think it is especially a bit entitled to go "I NEED PART TWO GIMME!!!!!!" Right after something like a comic, as though I didn't just finish something that took a while to make. It's not very empathetic.

But I don't take it to heart. People show who they are in their actions. I'm within my right to ignore, block, or politely decline. It doesn't serve me to sulk or get sad over people getting mad, calling me names, or get too pushy about what I should or shouldn't draw.

I understand its excitement, but please behave, yknow? You're not a toddler at the toy isle who hasn't developed a temperament resistance yet. Some people, I think, have an issue with instant gratification.

Have some respect in how you treat and speak with people online. The way you treat others reflects who you are.

If you wouldn't yell at someone irl to make you something, don't do it here either. I promise it doesn't reflect well on you, and I don't care that this is online and we are time zones apart; I will judge you. As will others.

You don't treat people like that.

And I won't let anyone treat me like that either. I've had enough of that in my life, and I'm tired of people calling me gullible and dumb for being polite and kind or giving people a benefit of doubt.

What I have is self-respect. It has taken me a lifetime to build it up, and I still wobble a little on whatever or not I can defend myself sometimes when people are mean. But nowadays, I can more confidently say, "You don't get to treat me like that. It hurts, and it is mean."

If you are the sort to take advantage of someone who is willing to do things for the fun of it, and who don't mind the effort it takes sometimes: then you are most unwelcome here and I host no guilt in removing you however I see fit.

But, like I said, the majority of people who approach me are friendly and level-headed, even when they're awkward or excited.

There is a difference between; "I need X so give me X!! Raarghargh Im going to die!!!" And "aaaa! I really enjoyed Z, if you have the time, I'd love to see more of Z!"

You know? <:T

Just food for thought I suppose.

I hope, though, that you keep doing right by yourself and don't let others discourage you.

[https-maxine-stuff]

Your best American girl. Songfic because I actually hate myself guys

Cedric x Female!Hufflepuff reader

Warnings: Implied smut, death, reactions to death, mentions of puking and grief.

If I could, I'd be your little spoon

And kiss your fingers forevermore

Arms wrapped gently around her stomach, his breath fanning on her neck as they laid. “Cedric??”

“Hm..?” He seemed tired.

“Do- do you think it’s a good idea?”

“Do I think what’s a good idea..?”

“T-The tournament?”

“..yeah I do..”

But, big spoon, you have so much to do

And I have nothing ahead of me

Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes narrowed as the dress hugged at her curves. “Fuck..” she sighed turning around her shoes laid ontop her bed. A few sharp knocks hit her door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Cedric!” She walked over opening the door.

“You look stunning.”

“I don’t feel stunning.” She frowned, his hands cupped her face.

“What can I do that’ll make you feel how you look?” Her face contorted into this dumb smile as she came up with an idea.

You're the sun, you've never seen the night

But you hear its song from the morning birds

He was let out boisterous laughter as she pressed kisses to his face, neck and chest. “Really?”

“Oh absolutely! Can’t have other girls taking a gander at what’s mine.” She giggled, her red lipstick smudged against his skin.

“Merlin’s beard aren’t you just a breath of fresh air.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.

“I’d hope so,” she purred.

Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star

But awake at night I'll be singing to the birds

As they stood outside the hall a few girls gasped and scowled as they walked past them, her hand firmly in his as he kissed behind her ear causing her to laugh.

“My love, I think it’s time we go in.” He hummed. The sounds of trumpets filled the silent air, her arm now hooked with his as they walked towards the door.

They were the first to start dancing, his hand on her waist, the other in her hand, one of her hands on his shoulder, spun and laughed, she was truly happy. In that moment nothing could change how she felt.

They shared a tender kiss at the end of their waltz.

“Y/n L/N, I love you.” He whispered.

“And I love you,” she whispered back.

Don't wait for me, I can't come

Warm lips pressed to her neck as hands tore at her dress, the sounds of his sharp breaths keeping her aware.

“Fuck you smell good.”

“Why thank you, it’s actually jasmine perfume.”

“I’ll have to buy you more of it.” His hands gripped her legs as they moved towards her bed, she was letting out squeals and giggles. His lips now on hers as they pulled each other closer. When they pulled away their faces were red and lips puffy. “Don’t you look pretty.” He cooed.

She bit down on her lip as he pressed kisses down her dress, she went for her zipper but he stopped her. “The dress stays on tonight.”

“Oh? Oh.”

Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me

But I do, I think I do

“You need me to do what?” Her face contorted in confusion.

“We need you to get into the black lake as you are..well the thing Cedric has to retrieve.”

“What if I drown!?”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know that, Headmaster Dumbledore?!”

“Because I won’t allow it.” He hissed.

“I bloody hate it here.”

“Watch your tongue.”

And you're an all-American boy

I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl

The water was cold and icy before everything went black, the next thing she knew was awaking above the water, Cedric holding onto her. “Are you alright?” He stared at her with bewilderment.

“I’m- im okay, what about you!?” She was shaking due to the coldness.

“I’m okay! Let’s get onto the platform.” He swam with her towards the stands.

You're the one

They sat in the common room in their own little corner, his hand on her leg as they read a book together. “You smell nice, is that..honeysuckle?”

“It..it is. How’d you figure that out Ced?” She turned to him.

“I dunno, just a guess.” He winked.

You're all I ever wanted

His father raised his hand with him, a large maze behind them.

“Go Cedric!” She pumped her arm upwards just like him, he made a mini jog towards her leaning upwards as she bent down. “What is it that you require?”

“A kiss for good luck of course.” He watched as she rolled her eyes.

“Only for you.”

“Only for me.” A sly smile on his lips, her lips now pressed to his.

A release as she smiled “don’t die on me.”

“I don’t plan on it.” He winked running back to the rest of the champions.

I think I'll regret this

Two of the other champions are now back with the other students, Fluer and Viktor. Anxiety nipped at her heart and then suddenly in the blink of an eye the other two were back.

A smile on her lips as she whooped, the fanfare trumpets playing but.. something was wrong. Her brows furrowed as she took notice of Harry’s cries. “He’s back! He’s back!” She swore her heart stopped.

Cedric.. why wasn’t he moving..?

Her steps were careful as she walked down the stands. “..Cedric..?” His father was right behind her. “…Cedric.. a-answer me..?” Her voice was unsure as she got closer. He had no color to his once lively face.

“Tha-That’s my boy! My son!” Her mouth hung open as his father began to scream. “My boy!!” Her eyes wide as tears fell silently from her face.

No.

No no no.

No, he- he can’t be?

Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me

But I do, I finally do

Screams tore at her body as things were tossed around her room she was gasping and crying. It didn’t feel real, like someone had gone through her and took everything, every organ, every touch and every word she wanted so badly to say but couldn’t. She was hunched over her bed.

“Please Y/N..” Professor Sprout held a comforting hand on her back as sobs wracked her body.

“No no no, I-I can’t I can’t.”

“But you have to..” she stared at her professor through tearful eyes.

And you're an all-American boy

I guess I couldn't help trying to be the best American girl

Y/N sat, blankly staring at the ground as Dumbledore talked about Cedric, about his bravery, about his love, about how humble he was. She felt like puking in all honesty.

As if this wasn’t enough she could feel the stares of pity behind her. She furrowed her brows as she looked down.

Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me

His robe laid on her bed, the prefect badge she made him laid next to it. Tears filled her eyes as she held the robe close to her nose just to inhale what was left of his scent, tears leaving her face. “..come back..please…”

But I do, I think I do

[stardewvalleycatycat]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ what i thought of sam and sebby when i first played stardew. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ sam

✮⋆˙ I like his vibe, being a musician seeing a character like that gave him some points. I liked his sweet kind personality. getting into his heart events changed my thoughts on him however..

๋࣭ ⭑⚝i really liked his two heart event it was cute seeing him jam out with his friends, and im a huge fan of the sam,abi,sebby friend group dynamic.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the 3 heart event was really cute and it showed the dynamic between vincent and same which was cute. i dont have alot else to say about it

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the 4 heart event however, i didnt like it. it feels childish, you earn 50 friendship points with him for basically lying which i find really dumb.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ if i thought the 4 heart event was childish the 6 was way more. he does a cool skate trick and lewis catches him doing it and is made about it cause its not allowed. if this led to making a skate park in the town i would enjoy it alot more.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the 8 heart event was alot of fun i enjoyed it, it continues on the 2nd heart event and you get to see him, abi and sebby play their concert, my favorite sam heart event.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ yikes... we know how i feel about the childish sam heart events. if it wasnt for his mom walking in i would enjoy it alot more. but it felt really weird considering his most likely in his 20s

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ in conclusion i enjoy him at the beginning but after that im not a huge fan. he gives man child/himbo energy which im not the biggest fan of.

sebby

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ok im going to have alot more bias cause hes emo and emo guys are like m type >_< i really like his vibe and his introvent nature

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ his second heart event was anything special it didnt make me like him or dislike him more. i dont have alot to say about it.

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅the 4 heart event i really like, cause you got to learn that he owns and drives a motorcycle which foreshadows the 10 heart event and marriage with him.

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ the 6th heart event OMGGG I LOVE IT. you get to see him in his element and bond playing his favorite game with him which is cute to see and your bond with him is close enough for him to show you his game.

‧₊˚ ☾. the 8 heart event is so good after the 6th one. it again shows the closeness you are with him now he opens up and talks to you. another set up for later is a frog and if you marry him he has that frog in his room.

‧₊˚ ☾. OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS CUTSECNE. yes my emo motorcycle boy bias. he talks you on a ride to zuzu city and then he confesses his feelings for you and then a sweet kiss between you too. AHHHHHH MY BRAIN TURNED INTO MUSH AFTER THIS. I think you can see who i like better :p

‧₊˚ ☾.in conclusion, for sebby i like how its hard to get close but once you do its SO FUCKING CUTE.

if you have any recommendations for more things or fanfic to write lmk <333

[pesterloglog]

Jade Harley, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 6291-6297

JADE: excuse me but did you just "laugh your ass off" at me under your breath

ROXY: ummm

ROXY: yea

ROXY: maybe

JADE: :|

JADE: i fail to see what is so amusing

ROXY: u do

ROXY: seriously?

JADE: .....

JADE: ok i guess the situation is a little funny because of this absurd folder

JADE: and the fact that i woofed at you probably didnt help either

JADE: but im not here to share a good laugh over the old ladys sense of design or her penchant for scrapbooking!

JADE: i am here to make sure that you do as youre told

ROXY: ugh

JADE: now take the file and review your assignment

ROXY: i already looked at it

ROXY: its dumb and impossible and i aint cooperating w her regardless!

JADE: yes you will

ROXY: can we change the subject

JADE: no

ROXY: arent you jakes grandma

JADE: thats what he told me when we were pen pals

JADE: but i think its more accurate to say im his alternate universe biological daughter

ROXY: oh

ROXY: that clears that up then

JADE: yes, it does :p

JADE: now take the damn folder

ROXY: so alt grannydaughter english

ROXY: whyre u part dog + evil lookin

JADE: DO NOT CALL ME THAT!!!

ROXY: what

JADE: my surname is harley not english

JADE: but you may refer to me as jade, or ma'am if you are feeling especially nervous and deferential

JADE: which as it turns out is the way you should be feeling about me, ALWAYS >:B

ROXY: LOL!!!

JADE: lol WHAT

ROXY: jade i am in no way buying that ur normally this pompous and tyrannical

ROXY: the shtick rly doesnt suit you its so obvious

ROXY: why you doin the batterhags tacky bidding anyway

ROXY: she got you under an xtra terrestrial fish spell or

JADE: SILENCE!!!!!!

ROXY: OOF!

JADE: open the file

ROXY: mrphmmphumph

JADE: OPEN IT!

ROXY: fine :(

ROXY: ok i opened it

ROXY: hey look its the same shit as before

ROXY: im supposed to make this weird knobbly spike ball appear out of nothin

JADE: yes

ROXY: ok got it

ROXY: let me give it a shot then

ROXY: ...

ROXY: welp still impossible

ROXY: what now maam??

JADE: it is not impossible

ROXY: is 2

JADE: you are the rogue of void

JADE: dont you know what that means?

ROXY: i dunno

ROXY: means i can turn invisible and stuff?

ROXY: like the blonde in that crappy superhero quartet

JADE: it means a lot more than that

JADE: your true powers are more impressive than those of anyone else in your crappy quartet

JADE: in fact i would say they are almost as cool as mine >:)

ROXY: not sure the ability to make weird spikeballs outta nothin is all that cool tbh

JADE: not just spikeballs!

JADE: imagine that your title is roughly synonymous with "one who steals nothing"

JADE: what do you think it means to be able to steal nothing?

ROXY: it means

ROXY: im like a shitty cat burglar who sucks at her job?

JADE: WRONG

JADE: it means just the opposite

JADE: it means you can steal the essence of nothingness from something

JADE: you can rob nothingness from an idea if you put your mind to it

JADE: effectively allowing you to conjure virtually anything out of thin air

ROXY: omg

ROXY: u cant be serious

ROXY: that is way too much superpower 4 a dork like me 2 have

JADE: grrrrr...

ROXY: oh no

ROXY: pls dont growl @ me dogjade

ROXY: is legit frightening :(

JADE: im sorry, but your remarks of self deprecation made me very angry

JADE: once i was even more of a dork than you

JADE: but now i am one of the most powerful beings who has ever existed

JADE: i dont want to hear any whining about what you think you cant do

JADE: you are hereby under strict orders from myself and her condescension to "clam up" and conjure that orb, do you understand?

ROXY: so im just supposed to

ROXY: sit here and think about this ugly ball

ROXY: and twiddle my fingers or somethin

ROXY: ?

JADE: you tell me

JADE: space is my racket, not void

ROXY: maybe it would help if i knew what the dang thing WAS

ROXY: how am i supposed to steal the nonexistence from a concept when the concept only exists in my mind as "ugly ball"

JADE: its called the matriorb

JADE: it is the key to resurrecting the troll race

JADE: once you create it the empress will hatch it on an uninhabited planet located beyond the reach of her cruel employer

JADE: there her people will have another chance to thrive without the ever looming threat of extinction that comes with his influence

JADE: so you see roxy, there is nothing noble about refusing to help

JADE: once an entire alien race went extinct because of a terrible monster, and you can help give them a second chance

JADE: dont you want that?

ROXY: um

ROXY: in theory sure i guess

ROXY: but ur basically asking me to bring a lot of people back to life so they can be slaves to that witch

ROXY: u want me to help make all these fresh new trolls but then just turn em over to her? like here you go have fun SNORKELBITCH MEGAHITLER

ROXY: i do not actually think i wanna do that??

JADE: yes fair enough, but heres the other thing...

JADE: if you dont i am going to kill you

ROXY: oh noes

JADE: oh yesses!

JADE: a literal plurality of yesses

JADE: seeing as you are a god tier it is very likely you will come back to life

JADE: so i can just keep killing you over and over a different way each time

JADE: maybe i will disembowel you a few times

JADE: i will not even need to use my sharp doggy teeth!

JADE: i will just snap my fingers and your delicious guts will teleport outside your body

ROXY: ew!

JADE: no way more like yum

JADE: i will just keep on killing you again and again

JADE: until you finally get tired of dying and follow your orders

ROXY: maaan

ROXY: evil jade is sucky jade

JADE: i believe you will find i am the suckiest jade there is

JADE: now we are going to be here in this cell for as long as it takes

JADE: i am not going anywhere until you try doing your voidey thing and make something appear

JADE: is that understood?

ROXY: blehhhh

ROXY: fine

ROXY: why u gotta be so awful jade

ROXY: really putting a cramp on us makin choice new friends w each other

ROXY: oh well here goes

ROXY: all twiddlin my fingers and such

ROXY: busting out tha MAJYYXXX! prayin up a storm to the holy wizardchrist they aint fake...

ROXY: alright check it

ROXY: one jank ass space egg coming up

ROXY: ABRACA HAPPEN!

ROXY: this is not a space egg

JADE: no, its not

ROXY: balls

ROXY: guess i effed up my void spell

ROXY: what is this thing

JADE: thats a perfectly generic object

ROXY: its perfectly generic?

JADE: yes

ROXY: dunno about that

ROXY: looks like a green cube to me

ROXY: with like

ROXY: slightly beveled corners

JADE: thats what a perfectly generic object is

ROXY: couldnt something theoretically be more generic than this

JADE: how

ROXY: um

ROXY: i dunno

JADE: exactly

ROXY: :\

JADE: if you want your powers to reach their full potential youre going to need to become more familiar with the fundamental building blocks of ideas and how they translate into more complicated thoughts and forms

JADE: then it becomes a simple matter of using your abilities to snatch those concepts from unreality

ROXY: sounds too hard

ROXY: better start killing me repeatedly and get it over with

JADE: we both know you dont think its too hard, you think it sounds like an interesting challenge

ROXY: dammit!

ROXY: (fucken jakes wily bitch ass grandma)

JADE: this is a very good start though

JADE: with a little practice im sure our empress will have her orb in no time

ROXY: well at least i know i can make a whole lot of these boring cubes if all else fails

ROXY: hey maybe ill build a sick fort outta them

ROXY: hehehe jade tell me that wouldnt be so baller

JADE: it would be fairly baller

ROXY: fyeah

JADE: keep trying for that orb though

JADE: i will return in a while to review your progress

JADE: and remember, dont get any funny ideas

ROXY: but p much all my ideas are funny

JADE: i mean dont try to escape!

JADE: even if you are invisible i will be able to track you down instantly

JADE: my sense of smell is very good

JADE: now if youll excuse me i have some business to attend to

ROXY: what business

JADE: i am still trying to locate my brother

JADE: but im having trouble picking up his scent

JADE: hes using his windy powers to obscure the trail and its giving me fits

ROXY: windy powers eh

ROXY: who is your bro?

JADE: woof!!!

JADE: i mean shoosh :x

JADE: that is enough questions from you

JADE: now i believe you have a space egg to conjure

ROXY: (mumble mumble egg mumble shove it grumble)

JADE: what?

ROXY: (mumble mutter my fat ass)

JADE: farewell roxy

[straycalamities]

Oh my okay I've got several... no I've got plenty of questions abt Truffula Flu lol

So... I'll ask all I remembered I wanted to ask, I hope it won't be too much..

1. Why guns aren't allowed in camp Entre? Maybe I skipped few posts, but I didn't see explanation for this one

2. About zombie mutations. Is they're really become stronger or is it just Rocky and Entre become weaker cuz of their illnesses?

3. Swags mod said that Swag would probably leave camp and die somewhere in quite place, while trying to survive. Why would he leave people that he cares about? Im a little bit dumb and don't exactly understand his planned ending 8(

4. There was a moment when One-ler tried to convince Bitter to put him out of his misery, but he escaped that. And I was curious, if he actually killed him then, would Entre blame himself for that? And if so, would it be worse then he blamed himself when he killed Bitter by his own hands?

5. After Rockys planned death, would Swag blame Entre for this? I mean, emotionally shocked, blame him again about this apocalypse stuff, that Rocky wouldn't die if he wasn't infected and etc.

I hope I made myself clear cuz I dunno how to put some questions ughh😭😭

And again Im sorry if its too much questions!

PHEW THAT IS A CHUNKY LIST. i love it

1. guns are loud and the infected are drawn to loud noises so if you shot a gun you’d be ringing the dinner bell basically. i feel like maybe we touched on it directly? but if i’m wrong it’s probably bc it’s a common thing brought up in zombie apocalypse stories so we might’ve assumed ppl just Knew why none of them used or wanted to use a gun

2. they do become stronger! i actually have a whole list of mutations (and more can be added as ppl come up with them! it’s open lore basically)

i made a whole google doc explaining the actual truffula flu and the symptoms, risks, etc (content warning for if you’re sensitive to medical discussion?? i don’t know how to word it but i wrote it like ur typical online disease info page. also content warning for zombies bc. it’s entirely abt zombification.)

rocky and entre being weakened definitely didn’t help their situation but yes. it’s mainly bc the spiky zombie is faster and stronger than ur typical sort

3. this is kinda hard for me to answer bc i’m not the one who originally wrote it. i don’t rly know why it was planned for it to go like that. i guess out of irony? i know the original plan was for swag to be the sole survivor at the end, but that kinda clashed w other plans so it was changed. so maybe this was the compromise to that

i will say tho that. things had been discussed since that post was made and his story goes differently than was broadcasted. howso? you’ll just have to see :)

4. yes, entre still would’ve blamed himself because ultimately: this is all his fault. regardless of who dies how or where. they wouldn’t be in that situation if it weren’t for him. especially if it’s connected directly with the infection. especially if it’s right in front of him where he can’t ignore it

he wouldn’t have been AS devastated by bitters death if he weren’t the one that had to kill him tho, because the thing is: that was the first time entre had directly killed someone who was still “alive” (unless i’m forgetting some obscure shit i did or said idk it’s been over a decade) and not only that, it was someone who was still his friend despite what he’d done? and even more layers: he had worked so hard to get bitter to come out of his shell prior to the infection and actually be his friend and then this happens. and he has to be the one to end it. bc he was pressured into it

so honestly entres descent into immense self-loathing and all that would have been Very different from how we saw it if someone else had taken care of bitter

5. nah i don’t think swag would’ve like actively started pointing fingers at entre again at that point. like deep deep down swag can’t ignore that this IS entre’s fault and this WOULDNT have happened if not for his mistake, but…swag realizes in the story that it’s not gonna get them anywhere if he keeps holding on so hard to those facts. like if he keeps berating and belittling entre as payback for everything what’s actually gonna get better for that? nothing. all it does is give him temporary catharsis and even that gets cheaper and lasts less time every time he does it

entre wants to fix things so earnestly and tries and swag sees that and wants to help because obviously he also would like this to be undone or at least, cured. and they can’t help each other if they’re at odds. and so even if it’s really hard on him to lose rocky like that, i think at that point it’s just chalked up to “this bitch of a situation” and not “entre did this”

not forgetting the fact that at that point, entre is going to mean a LOT to him because of how their relationship has deepened. so he’s not gonna turn on one of the only ppl he has left

thank you for the questions!! 😊

[shreddeddescent]

What about something with them as kids?

A drawing or comic or rant or something :9

Some more angst but child-trauma/abuse style

to be completely honest, im not sure how specific i wanna get into with their childhood. like there's a reason i started any writing of this with a flashback, i only let them talk about their experiences and not show them. their memories of it are more important than depicting events. i guess anything id show would need to be a shared memory, probably something in their little shared room. to have a real clear picture of their own shit they'd need to corroborate their story.

maybe thats a dumb answer to this, i could do it if i wanted to, but honestly it doesnt seem like something i want to do? sorry if thats disappointing after most of the things i've said. i think i might throw up if i do that. im willing to show them as teens dealing with shredder, but as the kids they were? i really cant.

they've never seen their fathers face. i can say that. he wears that helmet all the time. its either a source of invulnerability, or he makes them think it is. they cant be sure. but they know his eyes, and they fear that he's a monster under there. but the truth of it is he's just a man, thats what makes him really scary.

actually. i had raph tell casey something about what he remembered maybe you'd wanna see that? as like... the most general but specific shit i've said. this is like a week after they've met, and seeing a Foot Tech symbol on a crate sends raph spiralling into a panic attack she has to save him from. this is a short aftermath.

About an hour later they’re sitting on a roof eating hot dogs. Raph tried to protest but she wouldn’t have it, worried about the panic attack he had earlier.

“So. Your dad is Oroku Saki? The billionaire?”

Raph frowned and swallowed hard.

“I guess. I never knew how much money he had.”

“So you’re like a rich kid?”

He closed his eyes. He thought back to their dingy little bed room, barren and minuscule. The stash of cereal under the floorboards there to make sure no one starved. Hidden stuffed animals, hidden drawings. Mattresses on the floor. Diapers in the closet in case Mikey had an incident. Books hidden under Donnie's bed.

He opened his eyes and stared into the lights of the cars passing over a bridge.

“I guess I could have been. The building was fancy, but we were prisoners.”

She scoffed. “In a skyscraper?”

Raph looked at her seriously.

“I was born in a lab. Maybe there was a time when I was a baby things were different, but we lived to serve a need we didn’t fill. We… we’re not human, I know. But it was worse, we weren’t people. We were allowed in our bedroom, and the dojo. And… the lab.”

He shuddered thinking about it.

“I guess...a skyscraper is still a skyscraper though.” He added.

She was staring at him with a steely expression. He avoided the gaze and took another bite of his food.

“How bad was it?” She asked. “That you had to run away? I always dreamed about running away.”

“Casey…” he closed his eyes and put his hot dog down, swallowing hard. “Don’t ask me about it. I really don’t want to have another panic attack in front of you.”

“Psh, you’re fine. Honestly, I feel bad not asking. You’ve been listening to me complain about my parents all week.”

He looked at her, her mouth was stuffed with the last of her hot dog and she eyed him with such curiosity.

He started fiddling with the tails of his mask.

“Skyscrapers aren’t fun when you get locked on the roof. High tech robots aren’t fun when they’re pelting you with knives. Swarms of staff aren’t fun when they’re there to keep you locked up in a room with no food all night. And... and rich dads aren’t fun when they tell you you’re their property and allowed to do whatever they want with you.”

She swallowed hard and paused for a minute.

“Okay. You win. Score one for the rich boy.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

BEN Drowned with daughter of Zalgo! Y/N

Ben drowned x daughter of zalgo! reader! (platonic)

as per usual for ben and admins boundaries, this is platonic; sorry anon </3 starts giggling and cheering because this gives me an excuse to talk about my personal zalgo lore ehehehe writing this while my short bread is cooling down; im making homemade twix :3

oooooo so this on is interesting; since my version of zalgo is responsible for the creation of all monsters and is the reason for ghost like characters for existing; so in a weird way your dad is to blame for why ben is a spirit

which on one hand, allows for you to meet the guy but on the other hand opened the opportunity for ben to suffer and be trapped.. mixed feelings here..

but i think as a proper *child* of the creature grants you similar abilities, you know, corruption and creation that kind of stuff also bringing into the question of if you have another parent of if zalgo just. made you with his own hands all my himself

moving on... how would ben feel?

revisiting the idea of zalgo technically being to blame for his whole... "existing after death but in one of the worst ways possible" i think the dynamic between you and him might be a little tense... i mean youre the child of the one who was responsible, and he would unfairly take it out on you

ooooo angst idea imagine you guys were already friends when he finds out

also brings into question of how the other characters feel about zalgo, if theyre aware of his existence

old fandom usually portrayed zalgo as a rival or threat and honestly i think that would be an interesting thing to implement in some characters given my lore

ponders

so perhaps some of that bleeds into they (in this case ben) treat and view you

thinks

i would say you guys play video games together, but if you inherited zalgos media corruption thing it might not end well, usually breaking the game and changing it until its unrecognizable; which can be even worse since ben most of the time is within devices so that puts him at risk

but good news! sometimes he can manifest in the real world for brief periods of time so you guys can hang out through that; just need to be careful about stuff if you dont have a handle on your abilities yet

you guys probably get up to dumb stuff you'd expect teens would get into; staying out late, sneaking out, doing dumb stuff that ends up making you guys look like dummies.. you sneak him into places while hes hosting himself inside your phone... bonus, if youre going somewhere that requires payment (think like, a theatre where you need tickets) you only have to pay for yourself

though i guess thats assuming you pass as a human well enough to be wandering out in public...

lots of ideas and thoughts to be explored but very vague so i cant pinpoint many of my ideas my apologies

[celestialking]

Do you kind doing another ftm fic with Punz for MCC ? Since Punz won maybe he was in a good mood and eats reader out?

Of course ^×^ ♡ it's also pretty short btw

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Warnings: afab language, ftm,

Arguably Punz's lap maybe hasn't been the quietest place to sleep while he was playing MCC but it sure was the most comfortable. In your sleepy confusion you were suddenly being squished awake, shaken violently. Faint yelling filled your ears.

You gripped Punz's arms drawing his attention. "Sorry baby boy, I didn't mean to wake you," a look of guilt flashing over his face. "But we won!"

"Good job, you did so good," you mumbled sleepily, beginning to slip out of his lap. "I'll be right back," you left the room to wake up a bit, finally returning as Punz seemed to finish a long rant.

"Im kinda hungry," Punz sighed opening his phone, doordash ready. "What should I have for my victory meal?"

You stepped closer with a small smirk on your lips sensing a great opportunity.

Your arms slid around his shoulders pressing yourself against the back of him. Your lips pressed against his neck. "Me," you whispered low enough for discord to not pick up.

Punz froze turning to face you. "Really?"

He gulped softly turning back to his screen. "Why is there um- a chick fil a thing, its saturday?" Punz leaned into your fingers scratching at the base of his scalp. "Wait they're open Saturday, they're closed on Sunday I'm dumb,"

"Sorry my brain froze, i- I had a brain freeze. I'm getting chick fil a," he stuttered to chat.

"Yes I'm getting the homophobic chicken. And I'm gonna enjoy it," Punz's eyes flickered between you and his phone. His answer to a random chatter, softer than usual.

Once he was done ordering he slowly set his phone on the desk watching as you left the room.

You grinned giving a little wave to tease him before turning your back.

"Chat. I'll be right back. Bathroom and water,"

As soon as his final word left his mouth he ran out of the room making a beeline for you in the bedroom.

Your body didn't even get to touch the bed, Punz's hands had roughly grabbed your waist before you could.

"Eat you huh?" Punz tugged at your pants. "I get to suck you off? This is my reward?" The second half of his sentence was gentler implying another question.

You allowed him to tug the clothes off of your lower half, nodding as you did. "Yes,"

His palm pushed down on your collar bone, laying you flat against the bed.

"Good boy," he purred leaning down to continue his work.

"Prettt boy, laid out all for me," Punz hummed, spreading your legs. The first press of his tongue against you had your back aching and lip catching between your teeth. Your hand grasped his hair, tugging lightly. Each moan was slightly muffled by you biting your lip. Punz was not impressed however

He gripped your thigh harder. "Let me hear," Punz's voice was muffled between your legs. "My reward," he reminded you. When you didn't stop right away his palm collided with your thigh.

"Keep letting me hear all your pretty sounds. Tell me how good I'm doing,"

[nomorelikethat]

short story im working on Hi

While the sedan strikes the deer, dawn rips through the night.

In the driver seat is Mr. Baker, with one hand on the wheel. In the back, her green eyes zeroed into long swaths of darkness, is Camila Baker: his only daughter and, to his chagrin, his only child. The passenger seat is empty. Camila likes it better that way; the space between her father and herself allowing her to breathe. She used to feel ashamed of sitting in the back. It made her feel childish, and she fought to be allowed in the front seat. When she got there, Mr. Baker’s puny eyes zeroed in on her every action. Camila, don’t recline so far back; Camila, don’t chew gum so loudly; Don’t change the radio you know I love that song; Camila, do you ever shut up? And so, she returned to the backseat. It’s where he wants her. It’s where she’s safe.

In the moments before the accident (though knowing her father, Camila isn’t sure if that’s the right word, isn’t sure if he maybe saw the deer in his periphery and kept driving), Mr. Baker is talking to himself. He’s ranting about something, but Camila isn’t sure what exactly something is. Mr. Baker starts off by talking about the grades he got when he was in high school and God, Camila, really? Two B minuses? Do you even try?, but then at one point switches to how all the students at Ivies are far too radical, so maybe it’s a blessing that you’re so… Mr. Baker trails off, but Camila is sure that the next thing he’d say is either stupid, dumb, or useless. 

As Mr. Baker goes silent, he turns around to stare at Camila. He expects to see her eyes filled with tears, maybe her lips moving in the shape of the words, why are you so cruel— but Camila has not cried over her father in years, hasn’t cried in front of him in years, either. All he sees is the back of her head. 

It is then that the bumper makes contact with the hump between the deer’s torso and legs, the tawny color of the creature unchanged for a few seconds before its coat is drenched in crimson.

They can hear the accident before they see it; maybe even before they feel the front of the car crumple like an empty beer can littered onto grass, the remnants of some beautiful, nearly mythical high school party; the kind Camila has never gone to. The deer screeches, high pitched and urgent, almost sounding like the bleat of an ewe whose lambs wandered too far, or the wail of a spoiled newborn begging for something more than milk: something that its parents cannot give it or put words to. It’s the sound of something ending.

Camila’s airbag doesn’t go off. She jerks forward into the window and can almost smell the capillaries beneath her pimply forehead breaking, leaking. Mr. Baker’s, however, does; which might unleash some jealous animal from Camila’s core, some concern over what is fair and what is not, but only if she could focus on something besides the pounding noise of blood sloshing around her skull. Mr. Baker starts to hack, the cushion hitting him in the sternum. Maybe if the deer isn’t shrieking, the two could hear the crack of his breastbone splintering.

Camila and her father are silent, save for the wheezing from Mr. Bakers throat. He bats away the airbag, watching it slowly deflate. His lungs are still reeling. Camila pulls herself away from the window and her forehead sticks to the glass like thighs on sweltering afternoons, making a small suctioning noise as they part. She fumbles with the door handle for a moment, but it swings open. She stumbles out, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

The car’s headlights are the only thing illuminating the gravelly path stretching out before them. Mr. Baker always insists on driving through backroads. Traffic brings out the worst in me, he says, but he still simmers in anger on empty roads. Camila doesn’t mind; while highways make her father furious, they make her despondent. Wide, never-ending roads filled with beaming headlights leave her yearning for a clear view of the stars.

Camila keeps her distance from the deer. Sometime between when they struck the creature and when she exited the car, it toppled over, causing even more damage for the hood. Luckily for Mr. Baker, the brunt of its weight mostly fell on the passenger’s side. For a second, Camila is grateful for her father’s nitpicking: it saved her life. 

When Mr. Baker exits the car, he staggers towards the creature, his left leg heavy. 

[crazyforkookoopuffs]

Jake x Reader-I’m going to take care of you

So this is also like not in the Avatar but in the Avatar universe. it's a weird in between where it mentions scent. They live on a beach or at least near enough to a beach. Idk I just wanted to write more of a tease kind of story. This is also my first time writing something like this and I like it. Im not sure if there'll be a part 2 but its probably very likely. This is also very short, I just realized, so a part 2 is def likely.

Word Count: ~700

Excuse any errors, if you want more or specific storylines comment/ make suggestion. If you also know any tips for better writing also comment them I just trying so many new things and have a couple of ideas I think I want to write about.

Jake is struggling. He is struggling so hard to contain himself and you are making it that much harder. With your tight coverings of your chest and the short but loose coverings of your bottom. He can smell you, everytime the wind blows and everytime you so much as shift toward him he catches a hint of your beautiful scent. He is lost when it comes to you. You truly are his weakness. A weakness he enjoys having. Enjoys  devouring.

Jake Sully who is literally salivating at the mouth as you lean down in front of him and he gets a full view of your full ass. The heat he feels crawls throughout his body, he has no idea where it started nor does he know where it ends but he does know both his aching cock and mind are burning to take care of you. 

He wants nothing more than to make you scream his name over and over. A mantra then falls off your lips like  sin. Nothing more than to sweep you off your feet and have you settle right atop of his face. His mouth more specifically. ‘Your throne’, he thinks, because you deserve nothing less.

You do so many things to him, you make him ache with want and need. You make his knees fucking  weak if you so ever glance his way, you are literally his first and last thought when he rises and sleeps. And right about now he has had enough of watching you carefully pick shells from the sandy shore you two are walking on. 

“Y/N, babe, you think we can head back now?” Jake asks, he hopes you don't notice the edge to his tone or the way his voice is a bit husky. Or maybe he does then you can allow him to do what he pleases to your body. You look toward him with a pout, not really wanting to leave just yet as the waves in the sea start to sparkle more as the sun goes down and the sky becomes a beautiful hue of pinks and blues. There's still a bunch of little cute shells you want to find. 

“But the sun isn't even down completely yet. It’s still so nice out.” you say with a slight whine to your tone. And god does it do something to Jake. He hates to ruin or cut your fun short but he is picturing other ways you can have fun. Images of you on top of him with your head thrown back in great pleasure and his hands finding purchase anywhere he can reach. His groans, fucking yells, rivaling your own..

“Actually it’s ok. We can come back tomorrow, I want to meditate before bed.” You interrupt his delicious daydream. 

There's a slight pause of movement as Jake makes eye contact with you and he can't help but to pull you in his arms. Staring into your eyes he takes the tip of his dumb and traces the outline of your full bottom lip. 

And the thing that goes over Jake’s head is the fact that you're completely head over heels for him too. So his action, as small as it is, makes you almost instantly drip. Your knees go weak as you look into his eyes. Seeing him. Seeing all the dirty thoughts he has of you too together. Your mouth slightly opens as he puts a bit more pressure.

“Fuck. Momma, you're going to be the death of me.” He curses as you suck in his finger. He is just glad your home isnt too far from where yall are right now, otherwise he would have considering fucking you right here on the beach. In the open. ‘Hmmm, maybe another time.’ he thinks. 

You two stand there for a moment pressed together. Your chest flushed against his chest. He can feel your hardened nipples through the top. You can feel his broad chest and it makes your mind so fuzzy you don't even realize that you are sucking Jake’s fingers so hard that saliva is already pooling out and around it.  But Jake notices.

Oh, he notices how your eyes glaze over and your thighs squeeze tighter together and how a slight whimper comes out of you when you can’t seem to press any closer to him. And he definitely notice the way you suck on his finger. If his cock isn't hard enough already then, now, with your sweet sinful lips around his finger, your seductive scent, and the lovely sounds you are making would sure do the fucking trick. 

He pulls out his thumb and inhales as you chase it with a disappointed mewl.

“Take me home Jake.”