#two long ones whoooooo!!!!!

[tariah23]

Im writing two big long auish fics (I’m literally feral about them)! and probably some shorter ones that might be uuh nastier and more exploratory They might be mediocre but I’m so excited to create content for them. ALSO HELLO GOIJI DAUGHTER!! IM trying to be normal and cool I will literally be unhinged with you 🚬

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Do You Love Me?

Astarion x Y/N - Drabble - 523 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, HEAVILY inspired by this scene in Bridgerton (plot belongs to them)

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You and Astarion glared at each other, tensions high. So high, in fact that everyone else left camp to do gods know what just as long as it was away from you two. 

“Do you love me?” you asked him point blank.

He hesitated, “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Do you love me?” you asked again.

He looked at you with a pained expression, “I cannot.” he said defeated.

“Do you love me?” you repeated.

“Y/N please, stop.” he said, backing away slowly.

You followed him to the center of camp, not letting him walk away from whatever this was, “Is this because you believe that I cannot love you? Because I do…. I love you Astarion.” Sincerity shined in your eyes.

Astarion stared in disbelief, his mouth not able to produce words.

“I love you so much that I will go, if that is what you wish. I will do that. We can live our separate lives and once the tadpoles are dealt with you never have to see me again. But first you have to say you do not love me; you must tell me that I am utterly alone in this world.” 

He shook his head, trying to break your gaze but unable to, “I’m a monster Y/N. I am a danger. There are two sides in me fighting for power, it's as if the heavens and the hells are colliding.”

“Do you love me?” you asked with a wanting tone. 

“You do not wish a life for yourself with me!” he yelled, making you jump a bit “No one wishes it!”

“Astarion!” you yelled back not backing down, “I will stand with you between the heavens and the hells, I will tell you who you are, do you love me?” you said as you stood only a breath away from him.

“I love you!” he yelled, his voice wavering at the end. You could see unwanted tears welling up in his eyes. “From… from the moment you walked into camp I have loved you desperately; I cannot breathe when you are not near…. I love you Y/N… my heart calls your name.”

He looked at the ground, feeling weak for telling you everything he had tried desperately to keep bottled up and pushed down. He felt your hand cradle his face, bring him into a sweet kiss. He kissed you back fervently, but sobs escaped him after a moment.

“This… condition has been my shame for 200 years… this darkness... my burden for so long… and you… you are a light in that darkness.”

You ran your thumbs comfortingly over his sharp cheekbones, “Astarion, it's you and me. Just us. Together.”

Astarion scanned your face multiple times, looking for any indications of deception, yet all he found were kind eyes and a loving smile. His lips twitched upwards for the first time all night, Astarion pulled you back into a kiss, much deeper and full of passion. His arms enveloped you into a hug, your hands still holding his face. 

“I love you.” he breathed out just above a whisper.

“And I you, for eternity.” you reassured, kissing the tip of his nose. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello darlings, life has been a little busy lately but I wanted to give you a little snack of a drabble. I watched Bridgerton and all I could see in this scene was Astarion and Tav. All plot and rights belong to Bridgerton - idk how copyright works but I hope putting that keeps me from *cough* "legal issues". Anyyyyyy whoooooo - I hope you enjoy, I'll post again soon. Please comment, like, reblog or send me a request! Ilysm <3

[scekrex]

Ask and I shall, deliver! Since you've asked for some prompts, I've had this one in my mind :D

How about a male reader being married to Adam, the whole last extermination day happens, battle at the Hotel and Adam dying. The reader couldn't save his husband, goes back to Heaven depressed as shit and not even for one day believes that Adam is actually dead (reborn sinner!Adam is my jam, can you notice?), so in secret from Heaven he goes to hell under disguise to search for his husband. When he finally finds him, he runs at him full speed at squeezes him as tightly as he can. Adam thinking that reader forgot about him and wouldn't want to be with him even if he was alive since he was now a sinner and the reader just saying: When I was marrying you, I vowed to you "Through thick and thin, through sickness and health, till death do us part", you don't look very dead to me.

Basically just sweet ol' hurt/comfort with a happy ending :V Btw, love your work! Genuinely keeps me awake at night making up scenarios in my head, damn 💀

Also, you've just been squished Adam'd 😎

squished Adam my beloved whoooooo

Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, temporary character death

note: not beta read bc idc

Lucifer was punching Adam, again and again. You couldn't see but you heard. You heard his groans and yelps filled with pain and then there was silence.

You stood up as well as possible. Your leg was badly injured, some fuck up had almost cut it off entirely, your shoulder was shattered because that fucking porn demon had managed to hit your wing with two bullets which had caused you to crash down onto the ground due to the sudden pain.

“Adam,” you groaned as you slowly made your way over to where your husband was. You were worried, fuck that, you were frightened. While the demons hurting Adam's soldiers was one thing, them actually hurting Adam was something different entirely.

Adam crawled out of the pit, blood smeared across his face, a blue eye and several other facial injuries. Fuck it would take a long time for all of that bullshit to heal. “No, you don't get to end this,” you heard the voice of the first man speaking to the sinners that had gathered up around the pit Lucifer had created when he and his hell spawn of daughter had slammed the taller man onto the ground. “I’m fucking Adam, I’m the fucking man,” he stood up, finally facing the sinners he had been battling the entire time and you wanted to rush to him, to simply grab him and fly off before worse things could happen. Adam was already hurt, there was no need to stay longer and make things worse. However, the cannibal that suddenly grabbed your food and yanked it off the ground caught you off guard, made you crash onto the ground yet a second time as a loud scream of pain erupted from your chest. That motherfucker had torn your leg off even more. It was still attached to your body but the wound was huge and the blood had already managed to get through the fabric you had wrapped around it in panic, covering the once black fabric in shiny golden blood.

Adam's head snapped in your direction at that though and he was quick to react and rush over to you. Not that you needed help however, once you had noticed the danger you were quick to shatter the cannibal’s skull and shove him off of you. “Adam,” you called out for your husband again, you stretched your arms out, ready to pull him into a tight, warm hug. A few steps in front of you he stopped though. It took you too long to register what had just happened and your brain only seemed to catch on when Adam's body hit the ground. He had fallen face forward, revealing the little demon girl that was now sitting on his back and that was happily holding onto the dagger that had just been rammed through Adam's chest. “NO,” you screamed, crawling over to the man you loved most. The grip on your halberd was far from steady and the pain fogged up your mind so much that you weren't able concentrate and use it properly, so instead of slicing that fucking whore in half, all you were able to accomplish was to poke her, maybe leave a scratch on her cheek.

However, it did the job and she got up, the little bastard happily walked over to where Charlie stood. “Adam, c’mon you fucking idiot,” you cried out once you had reached his body. Your physical pain was easy to ignore compared to the emotional pain you were feeling, so you sat down and pulled the brunette's head on your lap to steady him. “Please babe, you can fucking do this,” you ripped a huge piece of fabric from your robe and pressed it onto his still bleeding wound, panic filled your body.

What if…

“Don’t fucking leave me bitch, talk to me,” you were yelling and the sinners were watching, a thing you really couldn't care less about. “Fuck, babe, don't you dare and die on me,” you gently cupped his face with one hand, the other continued to press the fabric to Adam's chest in order to hopefully stop the bleeding. The sinners started to mumble, they were obviously talking about the both of you.

Adam turned his face slightly to look you in the eyes and all that he was able to manage was a smile. Fuck. “You’re not allowed to fucking die, you hear me? I-” you flinched when a hand came to rest on your shoulder in order to ground you. It was Lute who was standing behind you. She wasn't providing comfort, that much you knew. She was here to force you to leave. You shrugged her hand off of you forcefully, “Don’t fucking touch me, I'm not leaving him-” Lucifer interrupted you. “Yes you fucking are. You'll gather your fucking soldiers and you'll lead them back to heaven, right fucking now.”

You glanced down at Adam, who's eyes had fallen shut in the meantime and you couldn't help the tear that fell from your eye and rolled across your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away though. As gently as possible you moved Adam to lay on the ground. Lute reached for your arm in order to help you to get up and once she was sure you stood somewhat safely she bent down to grab Adam's halo.

You ripped that out of her hand faster than she was able to react. Usually she had a sharp tongue, this time she remained quiet though. Apparently she knew not to mess with you now.

You moved you wing a little to test the waters, the physical pain was numbed by the emotional pain you were going through and so you flew off, followed by all the angels that were still alive - compared to the amount of angels that had followed you from heaven to hell it was nothing though, so many soldiers had lost their lives.

Adam had lost his life.

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Life in heaven without Adam was clearly not the same. Sera had seemed more grateful that the first man was finally gone than sad, fuck that stupid bitch.

It didn't take them long to heal your wounds once you were back in heaven, your leg sure had been a complicated case but only two weeks later it had been back to normal, well if you ignored the scar that was now wrapped around your thigh. But you didn't mind, how could you mind about something so small as a scar when you were dying inside more and more by every day that passed. There was no reason to care about the little things anymore. The only reason that had made you care before was gone for good now and the voices that kept telling you to visit hell weren't helping.

It had started one week after the extermination, one week after Adam had died. At first it had been subtle, just a tiny whisper every now and then, but as time passed they grew louder and louder until you weren't able to tune them out anymore.

You were sitting on the edge of the highest building in heaven and watched. You watched the lights and the angels, how everyone seemed so happy, how most of them didn't know. It seemed like everyone had just forgotten about your husband, that it was nothing, they acted like losing Adam for good was just a thing that they weren't gonna talk about because of him unimportant it was.

Fuck that.

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The Hell Embassy was empty when you entered it, no angel ever went there because they wanted to - to be fair most of the time it had been Adam who had set foot in the building. You had accompanied him often enough to know about the elevator that went down there, it was used for Adam to travel down to hell safely when the yearly meeting with Lucifer popped up on his agenda.

You weren't sure why, you weren't sure what it was either but something was calling you, tempting you to use the elevator and go down to hell. Maybe it was so that you could say a proper goodbye to Adam? That had to be it. It probably wouldn't help much, why would it? But it was worth a shot. And you needed the voices compelling you to visit hell to shut up, it was unbearable being reminded about Adam's death daily.

The only angel in heaven that had offered to listen to you was Emily, the little girl had been quick to notice that something wasn't right, that something must've had happened. So you told her since Sera had decided that Emily's only task was to keep the people of heaven happy.

Another bullshit move from heaven, the kid was capable of more.

Once the elevator stopped and its doors opened in front of you, you stepped outside. You thought the voices would quiet down now that you were in hell, but the opposite was the case. The voices and whispers were louder than ever, they were almost screaming, yelling, crying out for you to step outside the Heaven Embassy.

You wanted to scratch your eyes out, rip your ears off, anything that would stop the voices from being so fucking loud. So you listened to them. You stepped outside the church-like building and your eyes roamed over the full streets of hell. There were people everywhere and none of them seemed to pay any mind to you.

Slowly you started to walk away from the building and once your foot stepped on the sidewalk the voices were gone. They didn't quiet down to a whisper, they straight up died, they were gone.

And then you saw him. A gigantic demon with fluffy brown hair, two huge, black horns were attached to his head and you were sure you noticed subtil golden highlights on them too. His face hadn't changed the slightest, he was still pale, maybe even a little paler than he had been as an angel. His eyes were still golden.

Your brain couldn't comprehend what was happening, what you were seeing.

You were seeing Adam.

You rushed over to him, flying faster than ever before. You tackled him to the ground, made sure you'd be the one hitting the ground in order not to hurt him. “Adam,” you whispered happily as you held the taller man tightly. The demon had tensed up at first but the second he had heard his name being spoken so softly, so lovingly, he eased up. “The fuck are you doing here, you crazy bitch,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You didn't respond though, it would be too complicated to explain everything to him and you just got him back.

So instead you wrapped your wings around the both of you and kissed him softly, your hands in his soft, brown hair. The taller man groaned against your lips with pure delight, kissing you back just as passionate. “Dear God, I thought I'd have to die in order to kiss you like that again,” you mumbled against his lips. A soft chuckle rumbled through Adam at that and he pulled you even closer, “Knew it, you can't get enough of me.” You simply placed yet another kiss to his lips, “Correct, that's why I'm gonna stay here. With you.”

Adam froze at that, his arms around your body tightened a little, “You still wanna be with me?” The question seemed stupid to you, what was the man you had married thinking? Of course you still wanted to be with him. “When I was marrying you,” you began, a small kiss placed on his lips, “I vowed to you ‘Through thick and thin',” a quick kiss was pressed to Adam's cheek. “‘Through sickness and health, till death do us part’ and let me tell you babes,” you leaned in close, your lips softly brushed against his ear as you whispered, “We were already past that stage when we got married, I'm not giving you up because God decided to be a motherfucking bitch, that fucker can suck my dick, he won't take you away from me.”

At first Adam didn't respond, he just looked you in the eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he grabbed you by your collar, pulled you closer, closer, closer and hissed, “The only one allowed to suck your fucking dick am I, is that clear?”

[wraithdance]

The TF 141 Compatibility Love Report

For: @buttdumplin

Disclaimer:

This is based on my personal opinion and interpretation of you and the character.  the user makes no claims to be a real doctor or any medical professional. Unfortunately for you I am but a figment of your imagination so you can't sue me. *scary ghost noises* whoooooo

The Doc says your TF 141 Perfect Match is…

Captain John Price!

Don't act surprised my friend, it's time to face the music!

Romance: You like em big. You like em tall. You like em loyal. You damn sure like em a lil bossy with a firm grip and a propensity to calling you some combination of sweet boy and love :)

You and John are the most compatible to me by a landslide. You're cut from the same cloth, both self assured about the things that matter to you and loyal to a fault. The difference is one of you has a raging size kink and I'm not looking at Price. The mountain also known as Captain would be the partner who stands firm at your side with a guiding hand. There would be no greater- or worthwhile -challenge for him than staying in your good graces. He's naturally a giver and would make your comfort a priority for him. He's also not afraid to do the heavy lifting and will not hesitate to bust a jaw for you as long as you're there to kiss his knuckles after.

John and you would not be without your ups and downs. You're both naturally headstrong and when you do find yourself on opposite sides of an argument it's one for the books. He'd be frustrated by your logic and sense of justice and you by his bull in the china shop technique to getting the job done. But it's okay, because like a tether the string of fate would lead you right back where you started. Reading books under a nice tree, domestic tasks made intimate by cracking teasing jokes about his bad back, drinks on the patio pointing out the stars. A once in a lifetime love affair.

Sex: Let's circle back to that size kink shall we. Price would love, that you love his height and the broadness of his shoulders. He'd also love that you love when he can't wait to bully you into that position where he can slide righttttttt there. If there's one thing that you both would be consistently on the same page about it's fucking. You two would be like teammates on the same field, quickly going over the game plan and executing with perfection. I think he'd like it if you bossed him around a lil bit in bed. he'd certainly take it until you've gotten your fill before he says 'my turn' and flips your world on it's axis. His favorite though would be the really lazy days where you're both just looking for connection, half fucking and laughing about your day and kissing each other tenderly :')

Possible points of Contention:

He doesn't understand the fun in DnD

Hides his hurt behind gruff one liners

Beard shed like a goddamn poodle

Your Poly Pairing (haha) is….

PriceRudy or (Pricegaz)- What? A weird obscure poly pairing?? Hear me out, I think you'd work for the awkward but efficient Sergeant Major of Los Vaqueros! He's a boy scout who needs a lil bit of teasing and in return you get to see him flustered and heart eyed over you. I can also see Gaz in a poly pairing with you and Price for similar reasons that we've already extensively yapped about lol. Either Gaz or Rudy's attentive and self assured nature would please you and they would flow well with Price's seasoned methodology to keep the love going. I think having the shared cultural connection with Rudy would be a safe space for you in this poly pairing (and being able to gang up on Price would be an added plus.)

[harlowtales]

Jack finally realizes how he feels about his “bestie” Y/N but is it too late?

18+ adult themes and language

PART ONE

“C’mon Y/N pass it!! For fuck sakes I’m open!” Jack shouted from in front of the goalie net ready to kick in the soccer ball. You took the shot instead of passing it to Jack, a move the goalie didn’t see coming. Ismail in goal dove across the net to save it but it hit the goal post just the right way and went in over his head. You SCORED!!!

“Whoooooo!!!! Eat that bitch!” You screamed to a humiliated Ismail on the ground now with his head in his hands from an epic miss.

You were the only girl on the Private Garden soccer team. You grew up playing soccer with Jack and all the guys. The day they found out you were a girl is a day Jack will never forget. You were all about 8 years old and you had all your hair hidden up in your hat so they would allow you to play, but it had proven to be difficult to play soccer with a hat so when you were subbed in you looked over at your dad who gave you a look for you to go for it, and you took your hat off to which your long curls came cascading down.

To Jack in that moment you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and the most beautiful girl to him still, but telling you all that would ruin years of friendship and mess up the whole friend group. Add to that him being famous and it was a recipe for disaster if you knew how he felt. Sometimes it was harder to hide how he looked at you than other times, but this was not one of those times. He was pissed you took the shot instead of passing him the ball.

“Fuck is wrong with you Y/N?? There ain’t no I in TEAM.” He lectured, his curls all sweaty and jersey wet, he peeled it off with a look of agitation firmly fixed on his face as his sweat dripped down his chest and abs and he guzzled back some water. Any girl would be unable to speak given the sight of him but you were too mad to care.

“Fuck is wrong with you Harlow?” You shot back just as irritated. He hated when you called him that because you only did it when you were pissed. You started walking away with a sack of balls over your shoulder which made him extra mad.

“Yo Y/N you legit have the biggest sack here.” Sunni called out to you and you dropped the sack and fell on the ground howling. Sunni had a way of getting you going. Seeing how you just blew him off Jack walked over to you fuming.

“Y/N we need to talk. NOW.” He said standing over you on the ground as you were wiping tears of laughter. Sunni was waiting for you in the distance to catch up.

“Get over yourself bro. It’s a game. I took a shot and I scored. Why are you so jealous? I score more than you do. On and off the field.” You said mercilessly glaring at him as you got up and dusted yourself off with not even a hand up from him.

“Since you started playing in college you got a real fucking attitude you know that?” He said in your face. “You’ll never play pro anyway. You’re a girl Y/N. A GIRL. Remember?” His words stung and put your anger in overdrive.

“I’m going to the olympics!” You defiantly spat back

“Oh yeah? And then what? Huh? It’s not the WNBA. There’s no chance to be a star and you have a massive ego.” Jack continued on his rant.

Sunni ran back to broker peace between the two of you. “Yoooooo chill bro. Yes she is a girl so back up a bit.” Sunni defended you and made you blush. A lot of the time you kind of forgot you were female. You were raised by your dad and uncles as your mom couldn’t look after you due to battling addiction so your dad took full custody from the time you were 2 and it was just you and him. You learned how to fix cars and play sports. He wasn’t sure how to raise a girl so he just raised a boy as best he could.

Jack suddenly felt bad for tearing into you as Sunni gave him a wake up call about his attitude. “It’s our sister Y/N bro. Not some random. Chill out.” Sunni said calmly. “Y/N you coming by? I’m doing some fresh lasagna.”

“Bro. I’m there right now! I’m starving.” You said smiling ear to ear. Sunni was an amazing cook.

“No invite for me?” Jack said now calmed down

“Uh…not this time bro, me and Y/N kinda just chill together on Thursdays.” Sunni said taking Jack by surprise as he was unaware this was something they did just with each other.

“Fine, I gotta hit the studio anyway. Y/N, nice goal.” He said in a truce hugging you.

“No worries fam.” You said but were upset he came at you so hard. You couldn’t shake the feeling he was going through something. “You good?”

“He’s fine.” Sunni interrupted eager to spend time with you alone.

Jack couldn’t shake the feeling of irritation and had no idea why he was in such a bad mood lately. He was snapping at everyone. Even Neelam had a talk with him that he was getting out of pocket too often. Once at home he hopped in the shower and fed pups. He was sore all over and decided to order a pizza. Half way through watching Dune he lost track of the story as his mind wandered to what you and Sunni were up to and why neither of you had told him about the exclusive Thursday night just the two of you hung out.

He decided to call Urban and see what he knew. “Yo Urb what up?” Jack said casually

“Nuthin bruh just chilling with Azura and the fam.” Urban said as he was just sitting down to eat with his family and girlfriend.

“Yo did you know Y/N and Sunni just hang together alone every Thursday night?” Jack asked trying not to have the way he felt about it show up in his voice. He uncomfortably cleared his throat.

“Um no, I didn’t.” Urban said not thinking much of it. To him Y/N was one of the guys so much he forgot it was possible anything could be going on.

Jack delayed responding deep in thought. “You still there?” Urban said “I gotta go bro it’s dinner time.”

“Yeah no worries. See you tomorrow.” Jack said distracted by how weird the whole thing was. He couldn’t resist and called Sunni.

“What up” Sunni said as Jack FaceTimed him so he could see what was happening. Sunni had his shirt off having just showered and was busy taking a steaming lasagna out of the oven. It had a perfect cheesy crust bubbling on top. The smell of it made Y/N wander into the kitchen who appeared gorgeous having just showered off the game as well. She was wearing Sunni’s tank too and shorts with no bra.

“Sunni OMG!! I can’t wait to try it!” You said coming up behind Sunni and giggling as he kept you from attacking it. You were clearly relaxed and having a great time.

Jack nearly dropped the phone. He fought the urge to jump in his jeep to go over there and punch Sunni in the face. He kept his cool knowing he had no right to be mad anyway. You weren’t his girl and in fact whenever you took a shot in the past he always curved you for some other super girly girl who wore next to nothing and was always what you could never be.

You had no idea how beautiful you were. At some point in time almost every guy in the crew had a crush on you, but decided it wasn’t worth messing up friendship. Jack had always loved you but was expert at shoving his feelings aside. He would distract himself with other girls but as he was getting older, thinking about what was important in life, and spending more time in Louisville, a lot of what he always felt for you became more impossible to hide and his luxury condo seemed so empty.

However in typical Jack fashion he just lashed out at you as he had done all these years whenever he felt something for you. “You know bras are a thing.” He said harshly.

You shrank in embarrassment and subconsciously covered your chest leaving the kitchen.

“Why are you always on her like that bruh?” Sunni said shaking his head as he perfectly portioned out some lasagna with a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder like the chef he was “You know it’s starting to get old.”

“Old?” Jack said taken aback by Sunni’s tone.

“Yeah…and mean.” He said further

“Well fuck don’t let me ruin your special chill night.” Jack said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

“You know what bro?” Sunni said “I like Y/N and she likes me. Okay? So lay off her. She’s not your punching bag anymore. Got it?” Sunni was unaware of the dynamic between you and Jack over the years. You never told him seeing as Jack ignored you every time you let him know you thought of him as more than a friend. Why make something that was never anything a thing?

“Yeah got it loud and clear.” Jack said abruptly ending the FaceTime.

Jack started pacing and opened the freezer hunting for some ice cream. He ate the whole pint and snuggled in with pups to get a good nights sleep, but even his dreams were haunted by images of you laughing on the ground that day, your dimples popping and hazel eyes shining. You were so carefree in spite of so many challenges growing up with just your dad. He was kind of afraid of someone like you because he knew with you there would be no turning back. With you it had to be for real. You weren’t someone he could kiss on the forehead and send home with no emotion after sex.

Jack had barely heard from you in a few weeks. Quick texts here and there let him know you were busy with finals and soccer season coming to a close, but Sunni knew everything you had been up to and Jack couldn’t stand it. He was busy putting the finishing touches on his album and planning tour so he didn’t like you were on his mind so much. He had too much to do to be preoccupied.

Chilling with all the guys at puzzle night at his place he asked Sunni how you were as you couldn’t make it. You were travelling to Lexington to play UK the next day.

“Y/N’s really doing her thing isn’t she?” Jack said wistfully and partially digging for information.

“She sure is. Top scorer and honour student. She’s amazing.” Sunni said off handedly not really wanting to get into it with Jack.

“So you guys a thing or what?” Jack asked slightly insecurely and frustrated he couldn’t find the puzzle piece he wanted, kind of a metaphor for his life at the moment.

“She got a lot going on, but yeah, we’re talking. I’m being a gentleman if you know what I mean. She don’t need anymore bullshit in her life yuh know?” Sunni said as he threw his head back to eat a handful of beer nuts.

“So you haven’t….you know” Jack cautiously inquired

“Um that’s kinda our business bro. Respectfully.” Sunni said tapping Jack on the shoulder signalling he was done with conversation.

“This can’t continue. I gotta let Y/N know how I feel. Let her decide.” Jack said to himself, forever the alpha male not wanting to concede that easily. He decided to drive up to Lexington in the morning. Sunni was one of his best friends. Jack assumed it would be all good if Y/N chose him which of course she was going to do once she knew how he really felt.

@itsyagirljaz @ride4harlow @okaaay-mice

[gaybananabread]

Can I buyyyyyyy some cherries and bananas for Lee!satan and Ler!lucifer

Fruit(s): Cherries, Bananas

WHOOOOOO DAMN I haven’t played this in two years @~@. I tried my best to keep these boys in character and flesh the idea out. Hopefully this doesn’t suck(/hj). May or may not have restarted my interest in this fandom… As always, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Satan

Ler: Lucifer

Summary: Satan becomes engrossed in a new novel, locking himself in his room all day. He forgets about everything else as time flies, accidentally ignoring his duties and MC. Lucifer gives him a reminder he won’t soon forget.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Satan curled up on his bed, the soft pattering of rain on his bay window making the perfect white noise. He had been gifted a new mystery/drama novel by his favorite human and was intent on binge-reading it to the end. Abandoning his worries and silencing his D.D.D., the avatar of Wrath cracked the spine and began to read his new novel.

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Lucifer stormed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, heading for the fourth oldest brother’s room. The knowledge-obsessed recluse hadn’t shown his face in over 24 hours. MC was worried, and the blonde demon’s list of assignments was left untouched. 

As the oldest, he took it upon himself to punish his brothers for their various misdeeds. Despite this, he had a soft spot for every one of them in his heart, no matter how small. Mammon was a cheeky, greedy little shit most of the time, but he still loved him as his brother. Nevertheless, Satan’s hermiting couldn’t be left unchecked.

Reaching the sturdy oak barrier, Lucifer knocked rather politely. He was too civilized to bang right away, though he definitely felt like it. “Satan! Open this door, now!” He could still yell, though.

The bibliophile jolted, almost dropping his beloved book as the yell shook him. He scoffed, bookmarked his page and moved to open the door. “What is it, Lucifer? I’m doing something.”

That got a huff out of the prideful demon, his eye twitching. “It’s not your list of tasks for today, is it? Or perhaps spending time with the human? You can’t be in there just reading and think you can speak to me that way.” Internally, he facepalmed. He really had lost track of time, hadn’t he? No way he was admitting that to Lucifer, though. “What makes you think you can talk to me like I’m a child? I’ll get them done, and I’ve got plans to hang out with MC later.”

That made the older man’s blood boil. Normally he’d smack the other demon around a bit and call it a day, but that time was different. He had promised his human that he would refrain from harming his brothers, especially satan. They hate seeing the two fight. Violence is off the table, but something else they had shown him came to mind. Bingo…

The smirk on Lucifer’s face sent an odd feeling to his stomach. One he could’ve sworn he’d felt before, but couldn’t quite remember when. “Satan, I’m giving you five seconds to run. If I were you, I’d use them~” He raised one hand, teasingly wiggling his fingers. Oh... Oh.

Satan did what any rational demon would in that scenario; he ran for his life. Luci rarely got into teasing moods, but when he did, they were killer. Every brother in the House knew to fear a playful Lucifer. 

The eldest brother chuckled, watching the cat-lover flee. He loved moments like these, though he’d never admit it. He slowly counted to five listening to every shoe squeak and opening door as his brother ran. Finally, when the time was up, he pursued his victim for the evening.

Lucifer followed his mental map, retracing the noises he’d heard. A shoe squeak for a turn, a door slam for a room change. He reached the end of the trail, watching a bag swing on the closet door. There we are…

Taking long, slow strides, he walked over to the closet. The demon made sure every step was loud and slapped against the ground for his hidden brother to hear. Was it mean? Absolutely. Did he care? Not one bit.

Satan kept a hand pressed over his mouth, not daring to make a sound. He knew that Lucifer was just drawing it out. Before their human showed up, the brothers never would’ve considered such a playful option. But now? It was their favorite alternative, often on both the giving and receiving side. Lucifer was still the most revered in the family, even in such a silly sense.

Chuckling to himself, Lucifer flung the closet door open, grabbing his brother’s arm and pinning him to the couch before he could even think about running. Satan kicked and squirmed, his tucked cardigan quickly getting bunched as he tried to escape. “L-Lucifer! Let me go right now!” 

A gleam shone in his older brother’s eyes, one that sent a shiver down his spine. He only got that look when he was about to do something evil, usually to Mammon… If only the greedy avatar were there to distract him. 

Lucifer leaned in, speaking directly into his brother’s ear. “I want you to know, Satan, that I will be tickling you mercilessly.” His tone was as smug as it was level. The simple gesture made his stomach do anticipatory flips. “And I will be enjoying myself~”

Before he could even breathe another protest, Luci dug into his upper rib cage, scribbling and drilling his fingers between each bone. Satan fell in a giggle fit, his cheeks quickly pinkening. “L-Luhucifeheher! Nohoho! Gehet off mehehehe!” 

“Aww, how unfortunate for you, brother. I won’t be doing that anytime soon.” He cooed, climbing up and down Satan’s rib cage with his wiggly fingers. He had the other demon strongly pinned, giving him very little wiggle room. Still, he tried his best to get away. “Gohoho awahay! I-Ihihi’ll stohop reading fohor todahahay!” 

Lucifer believed him, though he didn’t care. His sadism kept him going, but more than that, he liked seeing his logical brother laugh. “Go away? What have I said about you speaking to me like that?” He moved his wiggling fingers to Satan’s neck, basking in the high-pitched squeal he caused. “N-NYAHAHAO! LUHUCIFER, PLEHEHEASE!” That had to be one of his favorite spots, though the true winner was up next.

Satan hated begging anyone for anything, especially Lucifer. His neck was stupidly ticklish, though, and he’d much rather beg under Luci than laugh and squeal like a child. The prideful demon had no intentions of stopping, instead moving to Satan’s “jackpot spot” as his brothers called it. He moved two fingers underneath the boy’s chin, attacking the area with his short nails.

Satan was not proud of his reaction.

A mash-up of a squeal, snort and scream ripped from his throat, his whole body jolting at the feeling. The blush had pretty much taken over his face, tinting his neck and ears a vibrant crimson. “L-LUHAHAHA! I- IHI- NAHAHAHO!” Amidst the crazed laughter, unintelligible nonsense reached the other demon’s ears. He couldn’t understand that if he tried.

“Wow, Satan; I never knew a demon could get so flushed. You’re as red as Diavolo’s coat.” Lucifer had no problems  being an asshole to his brother; he had promised he wouldn’t hurt the other demon, but he never said he wouldn’t drive him mad. The teasing was just one more way to make sure his punishment stuck.

Satan was lost in his laughter. His nerves felt as if they were on fire with the ticklish sensation, his typically logical and quick mind a squishy, bubbly soup. There was no way he could do anything but laugh and hope Lucifer had a heart. “PLEAHAHA- PLEHEASE! MEHEHERCY!” 

While he was greatly enjoying himself, he could tell his cat-loving brother was at his wits end. With a sigh, he retracted his fingers from beneath Satan’s chin, granting the man his mercy. “You’re lucky I’m feeling benevolent today, brother. Next time, I won’t stop my fun so quickly.” 

With that, he released Satan’s arms and dusted off his coat as he stood. He had no shame for reducing his brother to a dazed, giggly puddle. Lucifer left the room, leaving his brother to recover by himself. He had a human to inform.

Satan curled up on the couch, rubbing his neck and hugging himself. Such an asshole… He refused to acknowledge the buzzing in his stomach, instead focusing on a revenge scheme. Taking a deep breath, the Avatar of Wrath stood, following the distant sound of his older brother’s footsteps. After he ranted to MC about how amazing the novel he received was, he had the perfect idea for his revenge. It was only a matter of time…

[cadaverdolls]

When I saw this PC I immediately knew I had to hit her with the plushie gun

The PC for today is @dolxiba s

Was look through the post I could find about this PC and was immediately fascinated with the drawing of the bedroom. It was the first one I saw. You can tell a lot about a person based off of their sleeping space. I’ll talk more about my thoughts in the doll break down below.

Now,

☁️ Poof! ☁️

Yara has become doll!

Break down of the doll below.

The PC seems to keep their hair messy besides from when they go to special activities like dates. Using medium to long fur fabric and cutting out the shape would be a good option (wavy shape). The fur would be like the messy strands and also gives you the option to comb them down to give it the sleek look of the date night look. I didn’t draw the back but this pc has a cross on their back (can be easily done with embroidery). Along with having the Angel TF I would really like them having wings that can be magnetically attached. The halo they have is old school so it could be magnetized to the back of the head (I’m avoiding angels with the other halo type right now since I have no idea how’d that be attached without looking weird). The reason I drew the PC without the wings and halo is because from all the drawings I’ve seen the TF is hidden most of the time. The wings I think it be nice if the base was a soft gradient yellow to match the yellow of the cross on the back. Like a magical tattoo! When the wings are revealed I’d image a magical girl transformation involving the tattoo.

Added the under lip since I haven’t been able to for the past few dolls :D (I did it on my last one but that wasn’t enough!)

Tried to give the eyes a spaced out look since it was described that Yara is disassociating most the time (that’s why I did the zig zag in the eyes and no eye shine. Don’t know if it comes across exactly how I wanted it). Contemplated giving eye bags since she just seems so fucking tired (like soul wise, does that make sense?) but decided not to since it wasn’t in the original drawing… or did I? Get pranked! I did a different version with them!!!

Haha get punked and totally bam boozled! (I don’t know if it looks exactly like eye bags? I’ll try getting some reference next time.)

Any whoooooo. This was fun. All the characters I’ve done so far have had dyed hair so it was nice doing hair that is a neutral color.

(I said I’d do a pc with a TF yesterday but I didn’t… Oops • … •) (said I wouldn’t post on Christmas but I drew two plushies last night at 4. I can’t control the obsession.)

[isitoctober212015yet]

MOB PSYCHO 100 WARRIOR CATS AU WHOOOOOO

I've been chugging along at these designs for ages and I am so proud of them and stoked to finally share them AA if you have any questions FEEL FREE to ask me I have been plotting and drawing this au so much (have many things still in the works to post!!)

AU Summary: A Long time ago a strange interloper claiming to be a Starclan warrior took over the clan (Dimple/Mosswish). He gave them a prophecy from the ancient times of a cat that would one day be destined to take his place as the True leader of the clan.

Years later, a stray (Reigen/Weaselflight) found two kittens (Mob & Ritsu/Sproutmask & Thistlestrike) abandoned in the trash and took them in. If anyone asked he would claim it was just so that he wouldn't have anyone's death on his conscience but nobody ever asked. He staked out a human neighborhood and left them on the doorstep and once he saw them get taken in went off on his way.

Almost a year after that Sprout and Thistle have no memories of the cat who saved them and they have both grown. Sprout is constantly wondering what lies beyond his yard.

He befriends a stay who just came back to town named Weasel that seems oddly familiar, who's been mentoring Sprout on the ways of the Clan. He uses Weasel's "true" stories as a springboard for all the things he wants to do someday and tells his brother all about (Thistle hides his concern about that) But there are clan cats who have been watching them convinced Sprout is the one chosen by Starclan to help them.

Eventually they come to him, offering him anything he wants if he will join them, permanently.

I have a lot more I'm keeping secret for now you'll have to find out >:3c

design and name notes under the cut!

First off: I started on these BEFORE the fursona plush actually ever got announced but about mid-way through plotting all this They Happened and I knew I could not use any aspect of them for these designs so if u want to know why they don't look like those. that's why. I ardently refused to use those designs. I love them!!! I have fanart in the works of them, but they're not part of this.

Mob - he was the first character I drew and the base off of which I drew everyone else because he's the default. He's the glass of water, the firestar, the plain chip, the True Neutral of design.

He was also the last one i colored and actually finished a design for LMAO. When it came to his name I knew I wanted -mask as his suffix because of the fact he is the most autistic character I have ever seen in my life (I am a professional autist, I know my own) and he is absolutely masking 95% of the time before the confession arc. I was stuck on what his suffix could be though, but my friend @cellulr suggested broccoli as a name and I remembered that OH YEAH he can make plants grow, which is how I got to Sprout, also it just sounds cute. He's a growing little sprout, it works.

Reigen - My design is very specifically based on the Least Weasel. I do not subscribe to fox headcanons under any circumstances. I don't care what reason people have for them he's not a fox. He's literally the quote "weaseling out of things is important to learn! It's what separates us from the animals...except the weasel." incarnate.

His name was the easiest one for me. He's a weasel, he loves to get out of Situations, Weaselflight. It's a winner.

Serizawa - He's a calico :3c I made him a calico because it matched the color palette of his pajamas and I just love his pajamas look because the blue suit is............kind of boring sorry <3.

I was really stuck on what to name him but i found out on the wiki that the zawa kanji of his name means Marsh and I really fell in love with that. -whisper was based on him being kinda shy when he first joins the clans but just like in actual canon he gets braver but is still a big gentle giant type guy

Dimple - I don't believe in realistic cat genetics for warrior cats content, these are a bunch of strays in the woods who have organized religion and superpowers. The cats can be green if I make them green. So Dimple's design was translated pretty literally but I made him very short and rounder than everyone else. And I gave him the same nicked ear that the claw security guard people draw him with/as all the time has. Also he's short and people keep thinking he's an apprentice I think that was a funny part of Scourge nobody used.

If you want to get realistic or something you could say maybe Dimple being green was proof enough to the clans he's otherworldly and therefore totally a real starclan warrior. His suffix Moss is pretty obvious but -wish has an in and out of universe explanation. In-universe it's about his own wishes of being important (godly perhaps?). Out of universe it's a reference to my favorite old timey warrior cats fansite warriors wish.

Teru - okay I will admit this is the only design that's loosely based on some fursona art. I saw art of him as a Pomeranian with the rest of the gang and I was obsessed I could not let him be a cat. He is a full respected warrior of the clan though do Not make any comments about him being a dog unless you wanna get killed. I love warriors aus or fanclans where non-cats are part of the clan too I think adding other animals adds a lot of fun elements to the world. In another clan of mine there's a pig. Reject canon. Add more animals to the clans.

As for his name I thought about naming giving him the Star prefix just to be annoying but theres certain lines I won't cross and that's one. So he's Suntuft. the -tuft is because he's a big fluffy dog lots of fur.

Toichirou - So like...in terms of structure Claw is basically just Bloodclan and guy who shows up out of nowhere with a huge army at the last second w/ plans to take over the world (forest)? that's so Scourge coded. Why does he have a clan name though? Secret For Later >:3c

In terms of design he's literally just a taller pointier Mob now in Red. Why he has the -claw suffix should be pretty obvious and I know in the anime his hair isnt quite red but i remembered it being pretty red when I was designing and Shou has red hair (im getting to him dw) so...red. I also thought it would be diabolical to give him the same name as the canon hero of the actual warriors books.

[acaciapines]

nano day twenty-one

words today: 3169

words total: 51529

hit that 50k mark whoooooo!!! i wont stop though. i really really wanna finish for the future this month dgkndfg im SO CLOSE i have TWO CHAPTERS surely i can do that right. fucking. right.

(last two chapters were both 10k+ this fic is a nightmare.)

but!! made good progress. started king's chapter + planned out the rest of the scenes i need! yay! whoo! its so WILD still to be in the home stretch!! this fic has been my life for like a year and a half okay. more than that. so every time i remember im getting near the end im like. how?? this thing has defined my life for so long??

its gonna be a weird day when i do finish lol.

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

“I wonder what Firefly sees in them,” he says. Maybe he already knows the answer to that. It’s chasing each other up and down the halls. Games played on the slayground. Titans vs Archivists, and The Collector never has them play that one against each other—they’re always, always, Titans together. It’s how raptly The Collector listens to his stories of him and Luz-Mari and Eda and Firefly, and doesn’t mention it when King tears up. It’s them on the roof of the archives sending light-glyph after light-glyph up into the air, and King hanging back, and thinking, sometimes, you really remind me of Luz. It’s not enough. It doesn’t make up for trapping the entire Isles in an archive, nothing more than toys played with once or twice and then discarded. It doesn’t make up for Luz and Mari lost in another world, for how freeing Eda and Firefly nearly got them killed, for everyone hiding out in Hexside and trying to dethrone a god that would knock them aside like they were particularly persistent flies. He knows their sadness, when he’s gone and doesn’t talk to them, isn’t faked. It’s entirely real, and that makes it so, so much worse.

[chain-draws-stuff]

!tw:gore 18+!

ENDKING!STEVE

Chapter 14

Every night

Steve pov:

As I left the battle scene...my clothes covered in blood, scratches and bruises. I cleaned my skin with a wet cloth, as the water slide down my skin feeling the burning sensation left by the water droplet. I whimpered at the feeling and shrugged it off...

I got out of the bathroom and entered my room...it was quiet...i went on to the balcony and stared over the lands surrounding my kingdom, it's been peaceful these past few night...unlike when I was still back home.....the night was peaceful...the sky was wonderful...the wind blowing through the banners that was attached on the walls, it was almost a dream...a terrible dream...I went back in the room lying down on the warm bed...and every night, I let my body rest hoping everything would be ok...

Narrator pov:

As Second’s turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours, Steve struggled to keep his eyes shut for about almost 2 hours...Steve opens his eyes to see the phantom hovered above...the voices kept him awake for as long as they want, the figure standing on the ceiling it's head facing towards Steve. It's 3 eyes glowing with a magenta hue, its horns bent like the waves, and it's dark wings covering its shadows body...(kind of horrifying if you ask me)...

As Steve sat on the bed he came to see more of the phantom figures but...different? One had turquoise eyes, a crown siting with 1 brow and it was...crying?...The other had emerald eyes the other had a scratch and with a crown with 2 brows. The last one had eyes that are colored purple, a crown sitting on 4 brows and...a halo? Steve didn't even know these 'people' and yet he hasn't even met them...days passed and Steve has been seeing these phantom figures watch over him...he got out from bed standing on both legs then...

He felt the pain that rocket through his entire body Steve began puking out his blood, his eyes were in horror as his blood spilled out his throat, his vision began to blur as he tried to stand up. The pain shifted to his right leg. He pain he felt made him scream in terror. His left legs skin turned to scales, the brown-ish pale color of his skin began to turn black blood wasn't stopping from pouring down his mouth. At this point he was drowning in the pool of his own blood, screaming in terror, hearing his right legs bones break into two. The bone was showing but blood wasn't flowing, the bone shifting back inside of the skin (danm that's gonna hurt...) Steve still stunned from the horrible feeling of pain from his left leg...he couldn't take it anymore...

Steve pov:

I couldn't do this anymore...

Every night, I see Them

Every night, I see those eyes

Every night, I see them watching

Every night,...I see them more

Every night, I couldn't take it anymore...

Every night, I see my broken body...

Every night, I see my scars

Every night, I see my hands

Every night, I hate myself more

Every night, I couldn't hold it anymore

Every night, I don't want to look at myself

Every night, I don't want to look at anyone

Every night, I don't want to feel anything

Every night, I wished to never exist...

Every night, there always there...

Every night, I loose my touch

Every night, I slowly kill myself

Every night, I loose myself

Every night, I can't tel if I'm real

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Every night...I realize on what a monster I've succumbed to...

Narrator pov:

Steve was left alone...crying in pain...wishing this sick nightmare would be over...but remember...

You chose this decision...therefore you whom must pay the price

End of chapter 14...

First chapter/previous/next

Yayyy!!! More ANGST!!! Whoooooo...more of the new oc's just dropped there not open for asks yet...but they soon will. This was supposed to have a song but...I guess that's for the next chapter...and I did say that Steve was going to transform mid battle but it didn't really fit the chapter so I just took that idea and yeah...I put that idea here instead :] (I will give no, mercy to these characters)

[rollforjackass]

WHOOOOOO MISSION IMPOSSIBLE!!! dead reckoning spoilers under the cut

what mission impossible does in terms of fucking with my PTSD, it makes up for with hot women. amen

VERY funny chase sequences, 2 new characters who pulled their weight in gold from the second they stepped onscreen. the airport scene was immaculate, from luther & benji trying to solve shit on their own and roping ethan in in the most cryptic way possible (the bomb scene with benji broke my fucking heart) to the constant sleight of hand that reminded me of the first movie. kittridge and the white widow's semi-familial relationship was very unexpected and sweet

also, AI AS A VILLAIN!!!!!!! bitch i did not have my brain chemistry rewired by person of interest and a warforged dnd character i made just to not enjoy that. benji's voice being used to misdirect ethan fucked me up in so many ways, and its insistence on stories was very fun because as we all know, there are many different stories out in the world, and many different versions of each one. i loved that pom fulfilled the AI's prophecy that she would betray gabriel NOT BECAUSE OF THE REASON IT THOUGHT, but because it betrayed HER over a possible course she hadn't even taken yet

i AM very worried about benji for the second part, they made a point of showing him on EVERY line of that epilogue that referenced death. "the closer someone is to you, the harder to keep them alive" > benji's face (watching ethan, which says as much about benji as it could foreshadow for ethan); "should your agents be captured or killed" > benji's face. it also showed his face on a line similar to "do it alone", which makes me TERRIFIED that he'll take on the entity in the sevastapol sphere by himself and have to make a grand heroic sacrifice in the process, at which point i'll fill my pockets with stones and toss myself bodily into the nearest lake

that said, dead reckoning might be my least favorite of the franchise, and not just because it was overblown and grandiose and a two-parter. it feels like they saw the john wick movies and went 'That's what the people want', when the reason people love mission impossible in the first place is because of its rock solid ensemble cast and the elaborate deceptions that make it a Spy franchise, not just an Action one.

now the big issue. ilsa my love. i don't think ilsa is actually dead - she simply would Not lose to gabriel, she has been fighting to stay alive every second of her life - but i do think her sacrifice was necessary to get grace on their side. so i think that's a plan that we'll see pay out in the second movie.

but if it's Not a plan and they just killed her like that........girl what the fuck is happening on this day

(also the way that benji reacted to her death, and the way he hid it from the team and slapped the tears away to get back to work, thanks i hate it)

like i won't be generous with the franchise and say it's always done its female characters right - in fact i feel like 90% of the praise i see for characters like jane carter and ilsa faust comes from the fact that we as a fandom scooped them up and said 'you deserve better' and created art and fics and meta that fleshed out the parts of them that weren't created to add sex appeal/romance tom cruise. but the franchise has at least done Better for them than dead reckoning did. they didn't even give pom's character a name, dude (EDIT YES THEY DID I’M A FOOL HER NAME IS PARIS)

i think their problem is that they are Very Very good at creating wonderfully complex and obviously flawed female characters, but when they don't know what to do with them anymore, they fall into a box that says Ethan's Love Interest. and by god i will wrest grace from that box so long as i am breathing i can tell you that

that said, i can see why they made the creative choices that come across to me as bad faith. pom being a nameless henchman but ethan Still goes out of his way to save her life hammers home the ways that humans are different from AI, and how unique ethan is as an agent. grace's name being a random throwaway alias that she is then trapped with bc she keeps being chased by the people she used it with is reminiscent of her stealing the key and then being trapped in an epic struggle she never wanted. even ilsa dying is a way for her to take her story into her own hands: after so long of being treated as dispensable by MI-6 and the syndicate, she is the one who decides when and who she dies for, and why she dies. (even though she's not dead)

anyway, complaints aside, always a fun movie. extremely funny car chase. women are hot. pom klementieff is feral and i adore her. i have thoughts for days and that mission impossible fic i've got going is about to take OFF

[literaphobe]

[i'm the anon from earlier] tbh I have no idea how I found you or if I followed you before I started watching mlb!! I follow people rather impulsively and I’ve been on Tumblr forever so it’s hard to tell sometimes but your posts are bangers and I’d reblog them all if I weren’t shy

I started watching mlb because I was binging another show that had come out earlier this summer and I wanted it to last me a bit longer so I thought “oh, mlb is on Netflix, I once had a mutual obsessed with it in 2016, might as well watch a few episodes in between eps of the other show” and well, here we are, three months later 🤠

It had nothing to do with the movie coming out or the Season 5 finale, I only found out about the recency of these when I tried to watch the entirety of season 5 on Disney+ and. there were only 8 episodes. it was two in the morning. I was upset

But how/why did you start watching the show!!!! I assumed you’d also been one of the “company founders” asdfsgsg (1/2)

HI ANON!!!! Oh my god we’re both new-ish??? this is so crazy. i love how u started watching the show. i should think about what random mutuals of mine were into in 2016 too and randomly decide to watch those shows. SPEAKING OF NETFLIX i saw the show summary they gave once like yknow ‘as teenagers, she’s in love with him and he’s oblivious. as superheroes he’s in love with her and she’s annoyed’ LIKE I WONT LIE. i think they slayed that!!!!! mlb is not on netflix in my country btw. its on disney plus tho!! which is where i first binged the show HEHE like july 2022!! been over a year since i first started watching time truly does fly

i started watching mlb because i saw people talking about the s5 lovesquare flip and this was before it happened (ultimately it did not turn out how other people were discussing it) i was seeing tweets like OLD LOVE SQUARE -> NEW LOVE SQUARE and it went from omg chat noir loves ladybug and marinette loves adrien and well all the damn arrows to um marichat being a thing?? and i saw a mutual of mine qrt like ‘yeah tbh marichat is prob the healthiest dynamic in the lovesquare so they should be dating’ and um. well. i wont give my opinion on that but I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT MARICHAT WAS DATING OR SOMETHING AND THAT ID SEE A LOVESQUARE FLIP. so i was like. man this show sounds absolutely insane. and so i clicked on it

AND I LIKED IT A LOT. so i kept watching. and here i am now. june-july 2022 michelle was tricked. marichat is not an established couple. its adrienette. which well. it is what it is. me being me i dont want any pairing established bc i think complicated situations are fun ^_^

i totally get u being upset when there were only 8 episodes in s5 tbh. BUT IMAGINE ME REALIZING S5 HAD STARTED BUT THERE WERE ONLY TWO EPISODES AND GLOOB WAS THE ONE WHO DROPPED THEM. i was like. what the fuck is this. i mean im watching them they are so fun but. why am i suffering. and here i am now!!!

i wish you would reblog my posts but honestly i far prefer having fun little convos like this on anon 😍😍 so i completely love and accept u and encourage u. as long as u drop by my askbox i am already the happiest blogger girl alive !!

also NO im not a company founder no. im the intern who runs into the break room every day and screams ‘WHOOOOOO WANTS COFFEEEEEEE’ and most days no one’s in the break room some days people are there but ignore me because there’s coffee in the damn pot so what’s this bitch on about BUT sometimes someone’s like oh hell yeah ill have a cup and then i start grinding beans on the spot to make bean juice or i like hand out instant coffee packets and smile like i just solved a problem. does that make sense

[howl224tgeundying]

Do that writing thing for November, I doubt I'll hit the 50,000 words mark but I'll get something down >.> feel free to DM me criticisms if you want, or reblog to publicly lambast me, tumblr has ruined my formatting but alas here is the intro

Duh-duhm…Duh-duhm…Duh-dum”The sound of a heartbeat thundered. “Hheeeeeeeee…Whoooooo…Hheeeee…Whooooo”Breath hissed in and out small holes in metal. The sounds of a raucous crowd, cheering and jeering in equal measure was muffled by a metal shell and cotton wrappings. Two slits in the darkness showed a barrage of colors on the peripherals, the center a brown muddy lane split by a wood painted black.

A shield hung heavy on one arm and the hand in a gauntlet grasped the reins of a horse that whickered gently, an impatient hoof stamped the ground both faintly felt and scarcely heard.

The other hand held aloft a great rod of wood, taller than a man and as thick as his arm ending a blunted tip

A shining breastplate rose and fell like bellows, armored legs sat astride brown flanks of muscle that rose and fell with the breaths in the helmet, secure in stirrups, ready to guide the horse beneath.

All this and more the knight took in, across at the opposite end of the muddy aisle was another knight no doubt doing the same, he could see his horse as impatient as his own and the glinting armor of his opponent atop. The spectators in their stands moved like waves, blurring as he focused upon his target, oceans of the various colors of the noble houses and the browns and whites of the simpler garbed peasants.

A man stepped forwards dressed in a simple tunic and breeches, a long pole in hand topped with a crimson flag. He lowered the flag to hang about midway between the two knights and looked on high to a scaffold that stood above the rest, but the knight kept his eyes focused upon the flag.

At a signal unseen to the knight the man in the middle raised the flag and retreated hastily, the knight spurred his horse’s flanks sharply, causing his horse to jolt forward like a lightning bolt.

He could see a flurry of motion indicating his adversary had done the same.

The crowd fell back, silent and blind to him.

His vision became a tunnel of mud, split by a wooden beam and a shining beacon at the end, becoming steadily larger.

The distance was closing, the thundering hooves overtook all sound as he lowered his lance in his right hand, the handle fell into the cradle and locked into place, the tip pointed at the growing radiance. He took a final deep breath, bracing for the incoming impact of wood on steel on two sides, aiming his lance for the breast of his adversary, the tip slipped past the shield at the last moment.

A deafening crack rent the air of splintering wood and buckling metal.

The knight’s left arm was crushed to his side for a moment, his right jarred by sudden resistance to his lance.

His whole body was thrown backwards, his left hand held fast to the reins in an iron grip keeping his body seated in his saddle if only but barely.

For a moment he lay back in the saddle, eyes closed, recovering from the blow he’d been dealt.

The sounds of the crowd returned slowly, first as if from some great depth and slowly rising to the surface to fill his ears with the sounds of mad cheering topped the sneers of those who’d no doubt lost money on today’s match.

Being still in his saddle, it must mean his opponent was thrown.

He opened his eyes, the bright blue sky filled the slits till he sat up and turned around through the menagerie of colors and saw the muddied heap of metal of his opponent on the ground a little more than halfway down the tilt field, his horse at the end being reigned in by a squire.

The knight still astride turned his horse to walk back down the tilt barrier on the other side, the crowd cheering  for him, throwing garlands of flowers and petals, the wealthier onlookers tossed coins of various value, the higher the stands, ironically the cheaper the coins.

He arrived at his adversary side, dismounting into the mud and offering a hand to the supine knight before him.

A sighed echoed heavily from the plumed greathelm, a once white crest of feathers now sullied brown by the mud. Nonetheless his gauntleted hand reached up and clasped the procured aid and he was pulled to his feet.

A dent cratered his chestplate, filigreed with silver, inlaid with rubies, many of which were sinking into the morass, but other than the superficial damage, the knight seemed only a bit winded by the blow.

He removed his helmet revealing locks of shoulder length gold, youthful, fair lily white skin and fierce blue eyes over a grin.

The victorious knight likewise removed his helm. Short cropped jet black hair, a neatly trimmed beard and mustache sat upon a weathered face with deep set green eyes of calm over a gentle smile.

The blonde knight bowed to the victor and then to the crowd and took his leave towards his horse.

The flag bearer who started the match came up beside the black haired knight, a short man of simple features, short brown hair and eyes the same, almost blending in with his tanned clothes, an equally simple smile on his face, simple but honest.

He grasped the knight's elbow and raised it on high, his empty hand raised the horn on his belt to his lips and he blew three short notes, silencing the crowd.

“By the privilege and power of Duke Allengrens, of Dellos, under the sovereign power and protection of his grace, King Malowise the third of the Ellostallia, I, court crier here do proclaim Sir Hellos the merciful to be this tourney’s victor!”

At this proclamation, the crowd went wild, they cheered louder than before, tossed yet more garlands and showered the sludge in gold, silver and copper coins, enough to beggar any merchant or low noble.

Sir Hellos smiled at the adoring crowd and waved, freeing his arm from the crier in a gentle way and bellowed out in a deep voice, “Fair people of Dellos! It has been an honor to come and put on a show for you all! My lord, Count Farrens!” He gestured to a plump man dressed in lavish shades of red and purple robes, a floppy purple hat bedecked by a single white feather sat upon his chubby face, stubbled with red beard and greasy red hair framing his face, nodded in acknowledgement, “By his favor I can be here so please give a cheer for him as well.”

The crowd again went up in a surge of elation. The Count smiled politely and shook the hands of the nobles around him and raised his hand in a soft salute to his knight.

A trophy, a golden wreath of ivy beset by ruby and sapphires carved into silver flowers was given to Sir Hellos who raised it high to yet more adoration of the crowd.

The Duke who sat upon a gilded balcony of the tourney stands stood and clapped his hands once, the crier blew a long note of his horn, signaling for the crowds to head to the feasting tent.

He then gathered the reigns of his steed and began to return to his box of the tilt field to where his squire awaited.

[wildcatofgreen]

Corazon watched the battle take place, eating her chicken wings and little bits of sushi. Tried to save most of it for Carol--spirits know that girl loves her fish. Plus she didn't really like sushi to begin with? Other meat was more her thing--beef, pork, chicken, that kind of stuff.

Nothing wrong with fish stuff. She liked it well enough. But she knew where her favorites lie.

The fight seemed to be going well enough! Apparently she was fighting against Askal--which, honestly? Kind of a hunk. She wasn't that into dudes, but sometimes a nice looking one comes around and she can't help but give her regards.

Didn't seem like the type to talk, though. Far as she knew, he wasn't interested in anything but all that water dragon hullabaloo Merga went on about. Even when she tried to make small talk the most she got was a "hmph!" Lame.

What's the fun in talking to someone if you can't tease 'em?

However, as the batle went on... the mercenary got increasingly more worried. Like... it's Carol, so of course she can handle herself. But uhhhh...

She was screaming an awful lot.

And she's getting thrown pretty hard.

And she's getting smacked around.

And uh.

Oh what the fuck was that???? THE CAMERA COULD BARELY CAPTURE IT!!!! HIS FISTS WERE MOVING A MILE A MINUTE WHAT DID HE DO???????

Her ears folded against her head.

This seemed like too much...! Like, way too much!!!

But that crazy cat didn't let up. She was still going.

A juke here, a juke there, was she getting the leg up on this guy now????

Is this why people watched these things? Because Cory was getting unexpectedly invested. She thought it'd be a wash all the way through after that first one. But this is really scary.

And she really wants her baby sis to prevail through it all.

The wildcat was getting spun around like a fucking merry-go-round. Was this it? Was it over for her???

Wait

WAIT

WAIT

The mercenary JUMPED out of her seat, screaming and hollering when her sister made contact with that JERK'S FACE!!!

"THAT'S MY BABY SIS!!! FOXTROT YANKEE ASKAL!!!!! WHOOOOOO!!!!!"

...

Oh shit she doesn't look took good.

The merc dashed over to the dresser, grabbing one of the potions while clicking her boots together.

The rockets on them ignited, causing her to float in the air. Burnt the carpet a little but who cares Carol's in trouble.

Bursting through the double doors, the mercenary flew past the holes and went straight over to her sister--who was collapsed on the floor, unconscious. She lowered herself onto safe ground, kneeling next to her sis.

Felt her pulse--she's good. Alive. Y'know she had to check, just in case worse case scenario happened or whatever.

Looked around real quick, before picking up her baby sis and flying back over to the rest area.

A voice echoed inside the room.

"HEY," it's Zao again, "DON'T DO THAT. YOU'RE NOT A CHALLENGER YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SHOW UP IN THE ARENA."

The mercenary growled, "And how the fuck was I supposed to get my si--"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU. I FEEL LIKE YOU'RE TALKING TO ME BUT I CAN'T HEAR YOU. HOW LONG DO YOU WANT, FIFTEEN OR THIRTY MINUTES? ONE HAND OR TWO HANDS?"

She sat her sister down and raised up both her hands, a heavy scowl on her face.

"GREAT! GET HER UP IN THIRTY, THANKS."

Yeah, no wonder why Carol did like this punk. Ugh.

She took that healing potion out of her pocket and started to pour it down her throat. And, a minute or two later, the younger feline started to cough aggressively.

"HACK, COUGH--OH STONES, OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW."

The mercenary covered her face. "Eugh. You good, sis?"

"I'M SO SORE."

"That sounds about right."

[hilow]

Exalted Secret Santa Journal: 2022 Edition!✨

I disappeared from the universe last year, but im back for another one babey! Here comes a journal that's basically the same as every year whoooooo! Do you like Lunars? This bad boy can fit so much Lunars. (same journal essentially as always, anon is on if you end up needing to ask me any questions. Also courtesy tag for @shiftingpath 💕 )

1.) Jumping Rabbit of The North, or “Bunny”. Really pretty, really really stupid, Rabbit Lunar. A huge idiot but you just can’t help but love her anyway. There isn’t even one thought behind those eyes. Picture reference for her is drawn by @fiontan here, and another by @shiftingpath from two years ago here! 2.) Jaevan. Snow leopard totem. He’s witty, laidback and loves travel, loves the snow and can’t stand the heat. His lover is a solar called Mat’chai, and he is the goofy opposite of her stoic seriousness. Picture reference drawn by @fiontan here! And also from two years ago by @akaittou here!

3.) Pale Claw Of The Rainbow, otherwise known as Lou! A child Lunar with a Parrot totem! She’s hyper, loud, and a rotten little thief. She’s always accompanied by her little pet white mouse friend, Oranges. Please excuse the Worst reference in the history of the universe (I scratched it out back in 2011 and have yet to update it but it’s the best I got sobs), but here’s some old art of her here! (And a much much better beautiful Lou from three years ago, and the year before by @keirangoldenwatch here and @colonelkepler here!)

That art is oldish because i disappeared for a good long while, but for some good examples of my own art, here’s my art tag here! Imagine if I ever would do some work and get some of my poor forgotten other characters into this list. Ah welllll. Enjoy Lunar city in the mean time! Love you, secret santa!

[sibsteria]

Fog and Clouds

Prologue One

Jake Peralta & Marcus White x fem!Reader

Masterlist

‘‘He’s here. He’s here! Jake’s here!’‘

I tug my lips up at the remark. He couldn’t contain his excitement.

‘‘Okay, let’s do the prank, where we don’t even acknowledge him when he comes in. Okay? Sh sh sh. Everyone, shhh!’‘

Charles stood facing me, a constipated look on his face.

I notice the leather clad comic behind him. My heart jumps.

‘‘Back in the nine-nine-’‘

‘‘Whoooooo! Jake, jake, jake, jake!’’  He just couldn’t help himself.

Gina stands, a unamused face on her, ‘’Played to perfection, Charles.’’

‘‘God, I missed this place, let me just soak it in.’‘ Jake wafts his hands to his face, inhaling the air.

‘‘Oh yeah, stale coffee, fingerprinting ink, whatever Charles is fermenting in his desk-’‘

‘‘Beans.’‘

‘‘Beans.’‘ Charles and I say in consensus.

Jake points a finger at Charles.

‘‘Beans? It’s like I never left. All right, fill me in, tell me everything I missed.’‘

He pulls me in for a tight hug, I can smell his familiar aftershave as it floods my senses.

‘‘Won’t take long, only four things happened-’‘ We pull away to hear Rosa’s recollection.

‘‘Terry chipped his tooth and had a lisp for a week.’‘ 

‘‘Yeah, I could not take him seriously.’‘ Charles giggled.

‘‘Number two, Santiago and Boyle wore the same outfit to work one day.’’

‘‘It really did look better on Charles.’‘ I shrug.

‘‘Captain banned headphones from the office, due to the Gina Incident.’’ 

‘‘To be fair, she was absolutely jamming.’‘ I point finger guns at Gina.

‘‘What can I say, I have more fun then any of you.’’

‘‘And Y/n got fired for assaulting Hitchcock-’‘

‘‘Wait, what?’’ Jake looks over to me, I look at the floor.

‘‘He grabbed my ass, what was I supposed to do?’‘ I murmur.

‘‘So...that’s it? You won’t be working with me-us anymore?’’ 

‘‘I guess so, Holt pushed for me to stay but unfortunately...I’m gone after today.’‘

‘‘Y/n-’‘ He looked deflated

‘‘It’s okay, I’m gonna move in with one of my friends, back in St. Louis. Besides, I only filed paperwork and Gina can do that without my help.’‘ I hold in my tears as I try to not look at his face.

‘‘Can she?’‘ Rosa retorts.

‘‘Great recap.’‘ Jake says, solemnly.

‘‘Welcome back, Peralta, I’m sure you have heard about Y/n by now-’‘

‘‘Captain.’‘ They shake hands.

‘‘Every one has a lot of work, so you have exactly two minutes to share personal anecdotes and those two minutes began when you entered. You now have...’‘ he checks his watch, ‘’12 seconds left.’’

‘‘Challenge accepted.’‘ Jake turns back around to us but I blank out, I’m gonna miss this place so much, miss everyone.

‘‘-everyone back to work!’‘ His tone change tore me from my trance.

‘‘All right, Jake-’‘ Terry pulls him in for a bro hug.

‘‘Hey, so, figured we should have a chance to catch up, after having that bomb dropped on me?’‘

‘‘Yeah?’’

‘‘Yeah.’‘

‘‘Can we talk in private for a sec?’‘

I agree, following him to the evidence room.

‘‘Okay, so, you are...fired.’‘

‘‘I mean, technically speaking, yes. But he deserved it-’‘ He laughs at me, shaking his head. He bit his lip, his smile turning into a frown.

‘‘I really am going to miss you, Jake.’‘

‘‘Did you mean what you said? About moving to St. Louis?’‘ His large eyes bore into mine.

‘‘I did- don’t give me those puppy dog eyes, Peralta!’‘ I whine, stomping my feet in annoyance.

‘‘I’m not doing anything! And it’s Peralta now?’‘ I shrug.

‘‘You didn’t really give an explanation as to where we stood.’‘

My mind thinks back to his last night before going undercover, when he was in fact, under my covers.

‘‘Well, that’s new.’‘

‘‘Yup.’’

‘‘I...liked it, though.’‘

‘‘Me too.’‘

‘‘We should do it again, you know, when you’re back- o-or not...’‘

‘‘I’d like that, Y/n/n.’‘

‘‘This complicates things doesn’t it?’‘

‘‘I don’t have to go-’‘

‘‘Don’t stop yourself for me, it’s not like we’re...like in love or something.’‘ He shrugs at me.

‘‘Yeah.’‘ My heart drops. I am.

‘‘I guess it was a mistake, I don’t know, I was nervous about going under cover and I think I just kind of freaked out and you were nearby. So...’‘

‘‘A mistake, okay.’‘

‘‘N-no, I don’t mean a mistake- I just-’‘

I smile at him.

‘‘It’s okay, Jake, I get it. Your head was all over the place. it was just one night. And we don’t work together anymore. We won’t even be in the same city by tonight-’‘

‘‘You’re leaving tonight?’‘

‘‘Yeah.’‘

‘‘Oh, okay.’‘

‘‘Like you said, it was a mistake, we can forget about it.’‘ I give him another smile, fighting to keep it genuine.

‘‘Of course.’‘ He nods towards the exit door.

I follow after him, he stumbles over his feet slightly.

‘‘You okay?’‘

‘‘I’m good.’‘