#usually u send more devastating things

[2009editingtips]

oh fuck phil got phorbed😔

He deserved it. Lookin like that with those ocean blue eyes of his. Something something, you could get lost in those eyes.

[ronearoundblindly]

ok im feeling the kiss list sm!! im feeling angsty... so steve x reader with #4 or #26?? love u <3333

#4 (a kiss where it hurts) was double requested, so this is #26-- *this* one isn't angsty although technically could be considered a wee tinybit smidgenly dark if you squint real hard. Sorry this is not even remotely edited and all over the place and just *sighs* yeah okay enjoy!

Steve Rogers x reader: a kiss as an apology

I'm So, So...Sorry, a tale for Valentine's 2024

Summary: Grant, a guest at your middle-of-nowhere motel, has needs not covered by the usual turn-down service.

Warnings: *screams and bites pillow* WHY. WHY???? omg, this just...ack...smut. Nomad Steve being needy and touch-starved just ruined my life. 😭😭😭 DUB-CON adjacent b/c Steve loses control. Please send him help. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. There's plenty else to read on my Light Masterlist, but this ficlet is for adults! WC 2022

To look at him, you’d think this dude can fuck, but it turns out that the absolutely huge man checking into your family’s small rural motel doesn’t know the first thing about flirting, much less sex.

You have no idea what ‘Grant’ and his friend ‘Tom’ were really whispering about over the breakfast table that one morning weeks ago, but later that night Grant came by the office, restless and unable to sleep.

He just talked to you. It was all superficial conversation about the area, the weather, what activities you liked on your days off. Even that seemed a struggle for him—thinking up casual questions. He could look you in the eye up until he had to respond, and he didn’t give many answers in return.

You laughed--you had to—when Grant asked if he could walk you to your door, which…is ludicrous because it’s a house a whopping fifty meters down the way from strip of rooms.

“I could walk,” he shrugs. “I’ll probably do a lap or two anyway.”

“Well, I have to wait for Clark to show up, but—“ you look him up and down “—okay.”

Twenty minutes later, the craziest thing happened.

An elk walked right in front of you on the path, and you jumped back, slamming into the wall of muscle the was your escort. You were both perfectly still as it moved.

Then that thing squawked and stamped huge hoofs. You threw your weight backward and spun to flee, clambering over Grant’s body.

Why you were so scared, who knows; you should be used to the wildlife.

The most shocking thing, however, is how strongly he tried to hold you still.

The harsh grip on your waist and the way he hissed through his teeth for you to stop should have been your hint, but instead you clung to him harder, asking if the animal was gone.

“Uh…” Grant tenses against you. “It’s…it’s just—“ he shudders when you wriggle closer “—yes, gone,” he bites out, pushing you away by the hips.

He takes a second to breathe, then, “let’s get you home.”

‘Grant’ is now properly called ‘Steve’ in private.

It took a while for him to trust you. He and ‘Tom’—whose real name you still don’t know—have been back and forth to the motel several times. You don’t talk about other guests. You don’t gossip. You don’t pry because that is just the nature of your business.

Steve’s initial five o’clock shadow has come in nicely. The first time he returned with the full beard, you couldn’t help yourself and brushed your fingers through it on your way back from handing him his key over the counter. The way he looked at you…devastating.

Tom made his own, very knowing face, and winked.

“You should do that more. Touch him. He could use it.”

Steve cleared his throat harshly and blushed, accidentally leaving a small bag on the ground when he rushed to the door.

“He was joking. It was a joke,” Steve blurted when he found you standing there to give it back.

You just smiled and said Tom wasn’t wrong.

“So, if you ever just want a hug…” you muttered.

That’s how this started.

A tentative embrace where only the top of his chest touched you led to a lovely full-body hug, and then he held you a touch longer, so your hand went to his hair and…

Steve whined and crashed you two against the wall outside his room, righting himself almost immediately, excusing the behavior, and rushing back inside. You couldn’t let that stand though. You stopped the door before it closed.

“Hey, it’s okay. I can be here, if you want, to hold.”

Steve’s eyes were one of the only things you could see in the dark room.

You took a chance and reached out to scratch at his bearded cheek again. “Not like you’re gonna hurt me, Stevie.”

So he melted into your hand, eye’s rolling as if drunk on the feeling, and you stepped in to hug him.

You can’t count the number of times you’ve had to tell him ‘it’s okay,’ but at least Steve doesn’t stop everything to apologize each time. Convincing him not to be self-conscious of how his body reacts to touch took a while.

He humped your leg like a puppy while you played with his hair. He came in his pants while you gave him a back rub. He cried when you kissed over his arms and chest.

You’ve told him it’s all okay.

He tries so hard not to smile when he checks back in, but he waits until your shift ends to have you fall asleep in his arms.

You’ve told him it’s okay to fall asleep in your arms, too.

Genuinely, the best part of the whole arrangement is that he will let you do anything to him. He’s fine being petted and fawned over, teased for being more ripped than jeans in the ‘90s—except for he didn’t understand that joke, sadly,—and it’s okay because you get it. He doesn’t tell you any personal information. He barely told you his name. He’s probably figured out that you aren’t an idiot and have put two-and-two together, but he keeps quiet, too.

He lets you keep touching him because he enjoys it.

Aside from the average hug and a simple spooning hold, Steve only ever touches you when you put his hand somewhere. (Right, except for the leg humping, but that was adorable so who cares! He wasn’t even doing that to touch you; poor thing needed friction, is all.) Anyway, since he’s been so excited about everything you’ve wanted to do to him, you push your luck.

The recent days have been all about Steve completely naked and at your mercy, which is, of course, still focused on making him feel good, but tonight is the very first night you are also naked. It’s meant to be a profound comfort—your weight atop him, maximum skin-to-skin contact—and it is.

He’s warm and stretched out like a cat in the sun beneath you, smiling, resting his eyes as dusk takes over the sky. You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat but don’t notice until he’s gently shaking you awake.

“You’re…you were squirming a lot. Thought you might be having a nightmare.”

Steve’s voice is husky. His grip on your arm is deliberately stationary until you shift to slide off of him.

His hand flies down to the back of your knee but not before you feel the hard length of his erection move from its perch at your ass to press flush on the back of your thigh.

“Don’t,” he whispers. “Just ignore it.”

You’re surprised he’s so shy after all you’ve been through for this. How can he doubt?

You stretch up to his face, straddling his abs for stability. “Stevie,” you say with soft fingers carding through his long hair, “you know it really is okay. You know that.”

He hums, his cock jumping against your ass while he squeezes your knee. He exhales shakily when you drag the back of your nails down his arms and sit up. Too dark to see, all you can go by is what you hear and feel.

“As long as you’re okay—“ you press into his pecs to lift yourself over his hips “and this is okay for you, right?”

It’s hard to hide how desperate he’s made you, but the issue is mutual based on how Steve groans when you settle your folds along the length of him. He clenches his ass so hard, it lifts you and sends a surge of heat to your core.

There’s a shuffling noise by his head.

“Is that a ‘yes?’ Are you alright?”

The shuffling repeats, accompanied by a strangled “yes.” He clenches again, and your arousal finally slicks his hot skin beneath you.

You keep your hands braced on his chest as you start to move, tiny pulses at first, and the poor thing is too sensitive.

He’s a panting mess by the time your slick is spread over him.

“No,” he whines, and you stop, thinking it’s too far to push him. “Too soon.”

“Shh, it’s okay to come. Remember, Stevie? That’s good. We can stop but—“

His other hand clamps onto the meat of your thigh. “Don’t. Don’t stop. I just…”

“Then we’ll do this again. Don’t worry,” you coo, rolling your hips from his root to tip.

He sounds tortured with little pleas and whimpers escaping before each guttural moan. He only lasts a few more thorough pumps. The spurts of cum graze your clit as he finishes on his stomach, shot as far as your wrists still above his chest, and for the first time with Steve you’re disappointed you can’t immediately keep going. You were getting very close, too, very fast.

It pains you to peel your sticky pussy off of him to get tissues, but you praise him the whole way.

“Please,” he rasps, taking hold of your arm as the last is wiped up, “more?” He’s breathless. “I can do better.”

You smile in the dark, excited for the possibility but afraid to push him. “Stevie, you did great. Rest for—“

“No, I—I want…I mean, can I touch you this time?”

Oh.

Oh.

“Sure,” you gulp, “that’d be nice.” If by ‘nice’ you mean ‘I’ve just creamed myself at a single question’ then yes, very nice.

He wants you in the same position straddling him, but that’s so he can spread his hands and run his fingertips over the most of you. He’s softened as he starts exploring you, but his lingering fascination with your breasts makes you wetter and wetter. He likes how you purr and gasp as he pinches and kneads. He likes to pull at your thighs until he gets handfuls of your ass.

He gets hard again off of your moans and tucks his cock between you while you instinctively ride him. It’s still only him deliciously fucking your folds until the repeated swipe of his head over your clit tips you to the edge, and your nails dig into his skin to draw down with the coil in your belly.

The angle catches him at your entrance, a shallow thrust that has you crying out lewdly, and suddenly, you’re on your back, Steve’s huge body pinning you to the mattress, one elbow propping himself by your chest, his other hand brutally spreading your ass to accommodate him.

You’re overwhelmed by the power he exerts over you. He suckles and nips at your breasts, cock so deep it pushes your insides to make way, and what starts as an average orgasm just wipes you out in a cascade of sharp pleasure.

Your hand grip blindly at his hair and back, choking on screams of profanities he wouldn’t appreciate, and he wraps his arms under you, bending you in an arch, chest to chest, while his hot breath rolls over your sweat-cooled throat.

You feel his lips open wide, but Steve goes silent until spent.

Finally, his last slow pistons calmed in halted combustion, he nuzzles his head to the crook of your neck.

Your fingers are frozen where buried in his hair.

In the dim moonlight you can see his ass twitch, jolting in over-stimulation while he gently pulls out of you. He props himself up, posture small and timid for such broad shoulders.

He hovers above you while you try to read each other’s expressions.

“I…I…” he starts quietly, looking over and over your features.

His chin ticks closer, hesitates, and then descends so his lips can capture yours. It’s so quick and chaste, like any other first kiss, but all out of order.

“I’m sorry,” he says, the words cracking in his guilt. “I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop.”

You pull him down to you, properly melding your mouth to his, beginning your next lesson already, then let him come up for air.

“It’s okay, Stevie. You can still walk me home.”

A/N: *drops bath bomb to froth in the pool of Tumblr* *runs away* Don't ask me wtf just happened because I don't know. It just consumed my whole day.

[psst. This became a whole series. 'Hideout' Masterlist]

Bucky Barnes and a kiss as encouragement ⬅️ ➡️ Jake Jensen and a kiss where it doesn't hurt

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[11queensupreme11]

Ooooo😨😨😨 that sounds so devastating!!! But u said a part of Percy is still watching over him so does that mean she sees this and does nothing? Or is it that she CANT do anything about it? Also does she know it’s Cu doing this? Or just bad luck?

she knows!!! not right away though!!!

since she's been spending some time in midgard, she's become pretty politically aware of what's been happening in america, so she knows something's off when one day the president declares war cuz things were NOT bad enough for that to happen (let's pretend this is after trump lmao)

it sends alarm bells in her head and it soon clicks in that this definitely has "divine intervention" written all over it and her first suspect is cú chulainn because he's the only war god out of her husbands (tho beel would be a second close suspect, but she has a higher suspicion that it's cú chulainn cuz of the latest... events with his affair and his insanity over it)

she first tries her best to stop him, demanding, screaming, pleading, and begging for cú chulainn to stop the war, but he doesn't. this guy's crazy pissed and paranoid after having to go several years without his wife because of his terrible actions, so he is 10000x more unhinged than usual 💀💀💀

so she gives up on trying to make her husband stop and puts her focus on trying to save the human. but cú chulainn, like the true psycho he is, doesn't stop there. every time she helps him, literally just any time she helps him no matter how little or small, cú chulainn returns it tenfold with more trauma and horror.

percy guides him to a fresh water source to drink from because he's suffering from dehydration? the next day, his only friend gets bombed and blown to pieces right before his eyes

percy gives him the boost he needs to save himself and other soldiers in the battlefield? he's declared a hero, but the next day, they those same soldiers slowly die of their injuries, screaming in pain and agony without even any pain medication or a way to numb it down because medical supplies are dwindling. the title "hero" hangs heavy on his head, and now he can't even stand the word.

percy subtly pushes a thought into the mind of the general, giving him a better battle strategy to follow that has the highest chance of success and minimal deaths, saving her favorite human's life and the lives of others? as they're resting after the battle, they suddenly get ambushed by the enemies and many of them are slaughtered before the man's eyes and he's horribly injured. but he lives through it. he always does, but the others never do, and it drives him crazy.

every time she tries to help, her husband's always there to undo it and make everything more horrific. at this point, she'd be too scared to even help the man's family back in america, too scared that they would be placed under the wrathful gaze of her husband. no matter what she does, that man will suffer and it devastates her. eventually, he kills himself and cú chulainn kisses her goodbye so he can go meet his dear wife's friend now that he's finally in valhalla

basically, if you're a mortal, never piss off a god. they'll ruin you with just a simple thought 💀

[salvatoreren]

Fav and least fav beyblade character?

Fav and least favBeyblade season?

Fav and least fav ship?

Do u draw fanart?

This is @ilovefreedelahoya btw 👍👍

HI!!!! YOUR POSTS R SO FUNNY AND COOL TO READ, your dedication to free is admirable, you are living that life of being THE character blog.

Fav and least fav beyblade character?

Fav: Valt and Shu, I know! It's supposed to be singular but you could put a gun in my head and I'd rather you pull the trigger than make me pick between Valt and Shu, listen, listen, I grew up with these two, they are the building blocks and face of beyburst, you can't spell VS without Valt and Shu, which means they're technically a package deal, intertwined, the other is not without the other bullshit. They kept me going for so long actually and why I never dropped beyburst...I actually never drop any of my interests but I digress! I actually liked Shu much more but I got so endeared to Valt because I am a main character stan at my core and both their characters are so, so good. There's also that personal attachment that since I grew up with them, they're basically both my good friends and my sons, so.

Least: Hmmm, I'm more on indifferent than hate with characters but, I guess it would be Alexander Gilten/Theodore Glass, I hated his bitchass so bad, first off he was a white man and that voice in the dub spoke major pedophilic, deathstroke kind of vibes, and he somehow is? He was still technically grooming both Shu and Boa to be the best blader there is, also he was such a creep to Kris like eugh...he did not send out good vibes to me and i love me a villain but nope, people like him are more likely to exist in the real world and etc, he's deadass a snake, a dirty corporate snake, and that circles to my previous post on God on what happens if an adult like him who has no joy or interest even for blading takes it upon himself to reign the sport and whatnot, don't let capitalism win ig. But yeah, he's just a bitch, why he wasn't arrested is beyond me but God doesn't handle tying up loose ends very well.

Fav and least fav Beyblade season?

Favorite: Beyblade Burst s1; Hydrogen bomb, relevant, the slice of life, the feel good, the one that set the series, the beginning of it all.

Least: Beyblade Burst Dynamite Battle; Coughing baby, irrelevant, nothing new to introduce to the series but the characters and its toyline, nothing that we haven't heard or knew from previous seasons, forgotten, and just flat-out boring.

Fav and least fav ship?

Favorite: Shualt. THE ship of the whole series, the relationship, the backbone of the narrative, everything else. They make me wanna sigh, they make me wanna die, they were actually my first mlm ship, so bonus points for that, listen!!! They are so dear to me because their relationship is so complicated but also simple, like um, childhood friends to rivals to strangers to enemies to friends to partners to perhaps lovers? the pipeline is insane, i fear, you think your fav ship went through it all? NAH. Like I said, the other is not without the other, whether you like it or not, Valt and Shu complete each other, they are blue and red, sun and moon, dialectic opposites, narrative foils even, and the blue and red motif is also always repeated throughout the series (valt and aiga, drum and delta, hikaru and hyuga, valt and bel), you can't outdo the blue and red ship! They remind if bakudeku and kagehina were meshed together. That one reblog where Valt and Shu hurt and love each other like nobody else, it's so real because Shu was already on the verge of leaving everything behind but Valt and the memories of their friendship kept him tethered and I think for Valt, Shu's anger directed at him must be the most devastating thing to happen. Shu acting like that caused Valt to have such a visceral reaction, so visceral and severe that Valt genuinely had to step back and reevaluate what he thought of beyblade and the cost of playing the sport and in achieving glory, Valt usually sees Beyblade as something fun but he's forced to think of it as something serious and life-staking

Also the way everyone around Valt kept calling him Red Eye, deeming him evil and a lost cause but it didn't stop him till the end and I think that really influenced Shu on saving other people who were just like him that I'm not going to give up on them because Valt didn't give up on me. Um, come on??? Their breakup killed everyone watching season 2; shualt believer, non shualt believer, shu simps, valt simps, etc. etc.

My favorite too is that they both have lost to Lui and that loss alone inspired them to be stronger and be better BUT you see their goal was never to beat him, it was to face each other which to me basically screams; "everything i am doing, everything i am going through, it was all for this promise, it was because of you, it was all for you" Shu, in all his possessed glory despite how skewed his perception and mind is, he found a way to uphold his promise to Valt. They have always been each other's benchmark, you're the kind of person i want to be type shit but only because i love you so much and i wanted to see the world in your eyes, Shu took beyblade a little less serious because he never truly understood it in the way Valt did and now he takes the word and acting of smiling to heart while Valt saw that strength was so much more and there is truly something profound about beyblade and whatnot. Uh, they are each other's personification of strength.

Them growing up in a small town and potentially have something akin to a romance speaks potential to it UGH.

Their sunset scenes are to DIE for, it's literally their theme. I'm such a sucker for childhood friends, or basically having known each other since you were young because there's something so intimate about it, something so special, you guys have known each other for so, so long, you have seen them be completely different people and it's up to you whether you stay or not and you did and then these feelings you have for them that at first starts as something so childish, puppy love, worship even turns into something more mature, something profound and whatnot. I'm a heavy believer and adhere lots to the phrase "to know you is to love you" and shualt technically takes the cake for that blehhh.

Shu also looks at Valt with a little too much love for it to be platonic, come on!!! shu kurenai you yearner you.

Least favorite ship?

i have THAT one ship I do not fw but i feel like i wld be crucified if i did...so let's go for something safe like Alexander/Theodore x Shu; listen, I found a compelling fic about their relationship...it's deleted though and though I was hooked, I only liked it for being macabre and exploring it in different lenses, seriously however? UMMMM, one needs to be admitted to an asylum or better yet prison for even shipping these two in the first place, their relationship is definitely predator and prey, abuser and victim, like uh, I think I want Shu to not to have to suffer under the hands of that old man, thanks.

Shu x Fubuki or as a matter of fact, Shu x his adopted children...It's like shipping Bruce and his children, I like my found family to be family thanks and not...any of that. Also, Shu technically saw Fubuki grew up, um, he birthed that kid and raised him as his own, changed his diapers and nursed him so ummm...ion think shu would like to romantically gaze at Fubuki's eyes which are basically the same shade as his.

Do u draw fanart?

I unfortunately do not, but I've always wanted to until i got burnt out in 2021...i do however write fanfiction and make edits, i've been writing for beyburst since 2018 but it's usually just yk x readers because i like being self-indulgent (ik crucify me!) and occasional shu x valt type shit and character study, and for the edits...not like big transition and fancy edits though, i'm more of a lyric-based editor for the time being which i'll share to you guys once capcut stops being a capitalist pig but i do hope to make those fancy edits and show you guys and stuff.

[skierisa]

Omg I’m so fake and forgot to send in an ask for the tag game

HOWEVER I AM SO INTRIGUED BY DEAD N LIVING CUZ I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR JAYA

I’m so intrigued….. do you have any info u can say about it 👀

OOOOOH QUESTIONS ABOUT MY FIC OMG----- I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO TELL YOU ABOUT THIS

Okay, so, basically it's my attempt on writing angst, and there is some of it in there (also an attempt on working with 3 act structure after a long time buuut I'm not good at it).also sorry if it's too long hrkdjdjd it's just one of my favorite projects curently

So first of all, the whole concept is Jay being a teen (in the early to mid 2000's) who's able to see ghosts. Nya is a ghost, dying one year prior to the story's events. Jay and Nya team up as he's trying to help her pass before she becomes a haunting soul (quite literally translating from my language here). If she does, Jay will have to exorcize her, and she will just vanish and not make the passage. While that, Kai wants to bring his little sister back, so teams up with his fiancee's (Skylor) dad and uncle to become a necromancer (so he's the antagonist). Jay and Nya eventually fall in love, making the passing mkrre difficult to do for both of them.

Now explaining the world a bit: there are exorcists and necromancers, they use the same kind of (for a lack of better term) "magic" but for different means and in different ways. There are also three types off ghosts besides regular ghosts: haunting souls (souls blided by their frustrations regarding their eartlhy bounds), obsessive spirits and guardian spirits (they attach themselves to a living due to hate/love. This is usually their only earthly bound and once the living is dead, they usually fully pass).

Lloyd and Morro are cousins and descend from a lineage of exorcists who have the gift to see the spiritual world. Morro is adopted, but since he is raised by exorcsists and is on his way to become one, he is more sensible to the spiritual world and can feel the presence of ghosts, but not see them. Jay, Cole and Zane have been helping ghosts make the passage for sometime prior to the story, and when they are saved by Morro and Lloyd from a hunting soul, they want to become exorcists.

(there's also a bit of Lloyd x Valerie too but they're the only ones having fluff moments tbh)

Weird things start happening when Kai doesn't accept it's been a year since Nya has died, because to him it doesn't feel like it. She died in an accident while he got injured and survived. He finds it unffair and wants to bring her back after discovering Skylor is pregnant, a reminder that life goes on (he's happy about being a dad tho, just utterly devastated that his sister isn't there to see it). Kai's like, ten years older than Nya here for a bigger impact on the story. They grew up in foster homes and mostly separated, but once Kai was old enough, he got custody over Nya, when she was ten and he was twenty, so he essentially kinda raised her. He becomes a necromancer out of grief so zombies kinda do exist here toom.

That's a very overall view btw, if you want to know anything else I'm here to answer that!! I love talking about au's, fics and OC's A LOT!!

[majorasnightmare]

🙉 👑 🌟 Please and thanks!

HI MOG!!!! i went to go send u some emojis for coranzan but I dont know if you want any 🥺 if you want any lemme know!!!

in the meantime i will be putting dirge underneath this clear plastic cup and shaking it

I ACTUALLY HAD TO GO OUT AND GO SHOPPING IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SORRY I TOOK SO LONG AAAAUUUUUGGHHHHH

ask game from here!

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

So the answer to this is actually more or less the same as Broken Heart's!

Dirge is incredibly sensitive to the opinions of his loved ones and tries really hard to be accomodating of them, and tries to limit the fallout of his own particular struggles so no one else is involved and hes the only one suffering. To hear that his efforts are essentially meaningless and that he's considered a monster anyways by them is a guaranteed way to make him break down.

For some specific instances, any variation of hearing that Bhaal would be proud of him and the person he's become would be devastating. Hearing Karlach break down and talk about how she'd prefer to die than go to Avernus, after Dirge just finished killing the last person who REALLY knew him for Karlach's sake (the person who made their relationship possible by building the foundation Dirge needed to genuinely care about another person), after just having killed his only sister and died to keep Minthara safe from Bhaal's machinations, destroyed him. To have sacrificed so much, all of the people he knew and loved, for the sake of the people he loves NOW and the life hes trying to build for them, and to hear that Karlach can't stand the idea of trying to hold out for him to make her a cure? Devastating. He didn't cry when Orin died, couldn't, because that kind of vulnerability had been beaten out of him for years. But Karlach's breakdown on top of it? Thats the straw that breaks the camels back, and he collapses into a sobbing mess.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

Do Not Perceive Him. Dirge HAAATES being famous, he hates people wanting to talk to him when he doesn't need anything from them, he hates people asking him questions or favors because he saved Baldur's Shithole, he hates being recognized (difficult because hes VERY distinctive with the horns and scars and tattoo), he hates literally everything to do with fame and glory. If you don't know him and you're remembering him for something, he's fucked up somehow.

Generally tho, he'd liked to be remembered as a lifelong companion and loved one. Its really the only impression he tries hard to leave. Itd be hard though, cuz he's immortal and he'll usually be the ones remembering them.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

His patron Caiphon! Caiphon was his "wish upon a star" that ended with him being freed from Bhaal entirely, and as such he always looks for Caiphon's star in the heavens. Hes usually the only one that can find it, owing to his prior contact. But even without Caiphon, he just generally enjoys the night sky. Hes developed quite an appreciation for the celestial heavens ever since he traded his eye to an eldritch god beyond the constraints of reality.

Dirge wouldn't mind star gazing with anyone, but he does want to compare constellations with Lae'zel, and show Minthara the night sky. Its easier on his eyes than the daytime, and he can identify quite a few celestial bodies. A life in the Underdark has its own vistas and natural treasures, but the night sky in all its splendor is something only the surface can offer, and even if Minthara doesn't wish to know his patron, Dirge can at least offer her a view that can't be beat. Somethin to make her choice to stay on the surface worth it

[onlyjaeyun]

thinking about the sb!universe so here are some scenes/headcannons i have:

• one day jay’s dad shows up to the office with shiah’s dad and shiah herself. jay’s dad drops that he believes it’s time to start the marriage process. shiah slips jay the ring she’s always wanted and tells her to make the proposal big and grand, and that they’ll act like it was all a surprise for the media. yn overhears and is devastated. my poor girly :( . that meeting is like 3,000 steps backward for jay and yn.

• yn showing up to flowers on her desk from the one guy she starts seeing from another dept. jay has someone send out a notice reminder that sending gifts with intent and dating amongst coworkers, even those in other departments is not recommended. he even asks giselle to investigate it as she works in HR, and she’s like uhmmm, ok?? giselle doesn’t take it seriously and snitches to yn. she’s like “GIRL UR MAN IS JEALOUSSSSS” 🤭🤭 when jay asks for a follow up a few days later giselle is like uhmmm…no response yet from my manager haha, we’re like super busy rn.

• the other boys of the seoul 4 and nayeon finding out yn is casually dating again and throwing random options at her in front of jay who can’t show jealous he is to prove a point.

ok enough of the jealousy, some cute stuff:

• yn and jay taking a weekend vacation when they get together and just being glued to each other all weekend. yn is so cuddly, especially after sex, which is new to jay. usually he keeps his distance in bed after his 3 rounds with miyeon or she leaves right away. he’s ready to go crazy when yn leaves the bathroom and comes back to the bed after being cleaned up and she just closes the distance between them (pee after sex so you don’t get a UTI girlies). his breath hitches in his throat and he knows he can stay like this forever.

• IK IK IK it’s too early in the smau to think about sb!yn and jay getting married and having children but i had to 😭 jay’s like in a serious emergency meeting after something goes wrong and his face is just stoic and he looks like he’s gonna kill someone in a few minutes. but then his 2 little children burst through the door after yn took her eyes off them for literally 30 seconds. they were supposed to wait outside of the meeting room to surprise him but their 4 year old daughter and 2 year old son don’t care. jay’s mood instantly changes when his children are suddenly jumping into his lap and gripping his arm with their little hands. he hasn’t seen them all week because of all the time he’s been spending in the office so he lets them stay. he gives him his pen and notebook to play with as they sit on his lap. yn opens the door a crack and makes silent eye contact with jay to say sorry, but he just silently assures her it’s fine and laughs at how one of the kids started drawing on his suit sleeve. when the meeting finishes he kisses their cheeks and thanks them for being so good during the meeting.

• yn and jay taking their first trip together and deciding to go shopping. jay buys everything for her and she’s like no no i didn’t even want it that much. he’s like baby u tried it on and stared at yourself in the mirror for 15 minutes smiling before u put it back. whenever yn needs something he just puts his black card in front of her and assures her that he has more than enough money for himself and that his princess deserves to be spoiled. and then yn fights him at the boba shop, insisting she’ll pay for this one thing 😭😭

a little nsfw hc for u too heehee

• sb!jay is probably obsessed with creampies, he loves to come in yn and watch it just drip out ooooh. if yn’s on bc, he’d go crazy 😭😭 when yn’s like yk i still have the chance of getting pregnant, jay’s just like well baby we’ll be parents then, i don’t mind. we love a man who accepts that pleasurable actions have their consequences.

this one for shits and giggles:

• jay learning about yn’s family and deciding enough is enough. he hires a hitman to get them 😍😍😍

i literally love all of these so so so much and am just super grateful to know you guys enjoy this as luch as i do. i'll absolutely use a few of ghese ideas as inspo and genuinely can't wait to indulge in most of them. ESPECIALL THE CREAMPIE ONE BC THATS SO HIM 👀👀👀 and pls involving the boys and nayeon when she does start dating again will make things so much better so you bet your ass i'll use that one 🤭🤭 thank you so much baby, your brain is so sexy i hope you have the best day ever and know i love and appreciate you so much 🥺🤍💖🧸

[leonsliga]

hi bri!! some anon asks for u!!

- favourite snack?

- best comfort thing to do after a harrowing loss in football (sending condolences 💕)?

- what is your favourite football-related memory?

*jumping up and down while clapping* yay!!!

Fave snack: depends on where I am tbh 😵 if I’m in the UK, probably Tyrell’s mature cheddar and chive crisps or Scottish tablet. If I’m back in the States with my family, it’s gotta be tortilla chips and queso. That shit is the nectar of the gods and I miss it so much.

What comforts me after a devastating football loss (also, thanks for the condolences bestie, ily 🥹😭💜): usually I’ll watch some of my favorite comfort footy vids, like Bayern’s summer games. I’ve got a whole ass playlist on YouTube devoted to all the beautiful game content that makes me smile, and that usually helps me remember the good times. I also love a good snack, so I usually I’ll whip up a plate of bacon cheese fries for myself (one of my go-to comfort foods). And if comfort footy videos don’t work, I’ll either watch a movie or, more recently, I’ve been binging Watcher’s puppet history with Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara, which I can’t recommend enough for when you need a good laugh.

Fave football-related memory: this is a tough one, because I’ve got a few 😅 my first football memory’s gotta be in the mix: Wayne Rooney’s thrilling Manchester derby bicycle kick. That was my very first club football match and the one that, needless to say, made me fall in love with Manchester United. I’d also say the whole of the 2014 World Cup. It was the first WC I watched all the way through, and I think I’m still chasing the high following that tournament gave me. I had so much fun watching it and talking about it with my family, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt heartbreak like when the USMNT got eliminated. But I loved watching the two finalists, Die Mannschaft and Selección Argentina, so that softened the blow quite a bit 😂 discovering my love for Bayern and the 2022 World Cup final definitely make the list as well :)

[mad2001-4]

Tiny Apprentice chp.1

Virus looked around the hotel. He initially wasn't for this plan, especially seeing how the last time Vox attempted to send a spy went- a dumpster fire as per usual. He had been so adamant that he was not going to play bait. He may not be an overlord, but he was most certainly a step above those underlings and employees his 'mentors' kept on leashes. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Maybe he had been a tad hard on Vox. Perhaps it really wasn't his fault that it went up in flames the first time, perhaps Pentious really less capable than he seemed because this was a walk in the park. Despite Vaggie's obvious disdain for his being here, Charlie seemed thrilled, and it was quite clear to Virus who called the shots in the relationship, a funny thought to him as one would surely think it was Vaggie given Charlie's personality, but, maybe just like everything else in Hell, it was all about the hierarchy of power. Regardless, that wasn't any of Virus's concern. It actually worked in his benefit and Virus was nothing if not an opportunist.

He took in the newly built hotel's decor, photographs, paintings, portraits. All the necessary things that, in his opinion, screamed 'OLD'. He stared up at a portrait of Sir Pentious in the military garb he'd worn before being so spectacularly wiped out. He smiled faintly as he remembered watching the grand final battle with his three mentors. Sure, he had acted much more invested in his laptop at the time, that was his whole thing, after all, but it didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. It was an enjoyable time, like the family movie night he couldn't quite master when he was alive. Plus, well, it was hard to entirely ignore what with Vox's outbursts every few minutes when being an audience to Alastor's defeat.

Ah yes, the Radio Demon.

Virus hadn't seen a single spec of the fearsome being, it made him wonder if the theories that Alastor had sustained enough injuries to simply fall over double dead actually held some merit. He didn't believe it at first but proof did not lie. Vox would either be pleased or devastated. He wasn't sure, their relationship was... well.... Virus couldn't quite tell.

There was obvious bitterness and obsession on Vox's end which wasn't new behavior for his main teacher by any means, but it still felt different... personal. Virus couldn't describe it properly and it did him no good to figure it out. All he knew for sure was had Alastor taken Vox's offer to join the Vees, Virus himself would likely be another lowly sinner making his way through life. His apprenticeship only came about as Vox's 'F U' to Alastor to show he didn't need him, with the added bonus of seeming oh-so caring for the citizens he hypnotized on a daily by offering some poor sucker the opportunity to work and learn their ways. Virus just so happened to fit Vox's aesthetics, thus his high life in Hell began.

He snorted at the thought, "Thanks for that at least, you old bastard," he mumbled, turning to walk down the hall when a voice he hadn't expected to hear made him stop in his tracks.

"Oh now, is that vulgar language anyway for a young gentleman to speak?" a voice that was made for radio purred out mockingly, "I would've thought Vox taught you better," then he sighed mockingly, "but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."

Virus slowly turned, tilting his head up to see Alastor himself standing by him. The teenaged sinner shuttered, he hadn't even heard Alastor come near him, it was as if he appeared from thin air, something Virus supposed wasn't impossible. He'd heard of Alastor, he'd seen his picture, but those were nothing like seeing the actual thing.

"I-I uh..." he stammered quietly; he wasn't expecting that. What was he supposed to say, to do? His hand instinctively felt for his phone, everything in him said to report to Vox, to seek out his guidance, but he kept his wit and willpower about himself. If he whipped it out and did so now, then he'd be no better than Pentious.

He paused, drawing a deep breath in, trying to regain his wits about himself, "Well, rehabilitation doesn't happen overnight... I'm sure with time that influence will disappear, though I'd say swearing is the least of the worries here seeing the company you keep around. An alcoholic, a porn star? Not exactly what one would consider the holiest of people."

Alastor chuckled, but it carried a very cold chill about it, enough to make Virus shiver again, trying to keep his face calm and not give into the fright.

"Better than a Vee in my opinion," Alastor hummed.

Virus pulled a face, then snorted again, "First I never even officially made it to that title," he pointed out, "secondly, I've got time to atone for that, considering I've only been in their graces for seven years, there's no telling how long those two have been at it."

"Oh, the naivety," Alastor hummed, "how interesting that that is a trait Vox decided my little replacement needed."

Virus blinked, caught off guard. The official surroundings of his position were never publicly discussed, did Alastor just know Vox that well, did he have his own spies around Vee tower, or was he really that smart? Virus wasn't sure he actually wanted an answer to that. He felt uncomfortable and really, he just wanted to get out of this situation before he actually gave into the urge to contact the closest thing he had to family. Alastor didn't give him the chance as he continued the thought, however.

"Though, I would've thought he'd do much better than a little pipsqueak such as yourself..." he looked Virus up and down.

Virus struggled not to squirm, "Real original," he drawled, "and is that meant to be a dig at my size or my age?"

"Hmm, does it matter?" Alastor waved his hands, green magic emitting from his palm and smoking and circling his fingertips, "Both will be affected, fixed to better suit you...." he assured.

Virus's brows knitted together, starting to take a step back, "What the fuck do you mea-ahh!" he yelped, movements suddenly stopped completely. He could only assume Alastor's powers paralyzed him.

"Oh please, dear boy. We all know you aren't really here to be rehabilitated. Though, I suppose I am giving you a chance to start over... knowing you, however, you will simply go rushing back to your precious Vees once I'm done with you. I'm not concerned either way," he monologued, shrugging as if bored, "none of you will be a threat to me. You even less so. You were not one before, but I can assure you will not be one now," he hummed, "you could say this is merely a curtesy warning.... There now, much better."

Virus felt free reign of his body again, he looked down to see what had been done to him. It didn't register right away, until he spoke, "W-wha-" he stopped, his voice, it was higher. He looked around his surroundings and it suddenly dawned on him. Things were much bigger, Alastor was much bigger. Before he at least reached his chest, now, he did good to reach his knee. He was smaller. Much smaller.

"I believe about five suits you well," Alastor commented, "what a joy it was to have you in our hotel."

Virus stared up at the wide, unnerving smile and tears filled his eyes, humiliation and fear filling his tiny body up to the brim. Then, without much second thought, he immediately took off. It might not have been his smartest idea. Hell was hardly safe, but he couldn't stay at that hotel like this. He needed to be home.

[heich0e]

liv do you prefer people leave comments/reviews in reblogs? i usually just send the author something in their inbox so i'm sure they see it but have i been doing it wrong? is it actually annoying this way? 🥲

ok so firstly: i cannot imagine a world in which sharing your feedback/kind thoughts/love for a piece of writing could ever EVER be considered ANNOYING. secondly: i don't for one second believe myself qualified nor capable of speaking for any author other than myself, so I can rly only attest to my own preferences/thoughts on the subject!!

sharing your feedback in ANY way is so SO incredibly appreciated, whether that be in the tags of a reblog or otherwise. this might sound silly but as a writer i'm always incredibly grateful (/relieved??) whenever anyone feels compelled to let me know they read what i wrote and liked it. just that simple acknowledgement that like, hey, that thing i created has made its way to another human being is tremendously reassuring. someone saw it. someone read it. someone liked it. i knew it and it was mine and now it's ours because they know it too.

that being said! when i get asks with comments/responses to a fic i always ALWAYS struggle with responding. i worry that whatever i manage to reply pales in comparison to how kind the initial ask was, and rarely (if ever) properly conveys how deeply appreciative i am to have received the message. i worry that i'm not doing justice to the sincere gratitude i feel. because of that i often end up just hoarding these asks until i "feel like I can reply right"—which, if i'm being entirely honest, means i probably just end up keeping it in my inbox forever and feel worse because i never replied at all.

to me (perhaps rather selfishly) the benefit to comments left in the tags of a reblog is that the pressure i feel in forming a response is gone, and i can also easily refer back to them in the future by going back to the notes of the original post. some people also don't reblog posts at all (let alone with tags) which is of course another issue entirely, but that's definitely been talked about enough that it doesn't need me bringing it up again. there's something very sweet to me about someone reblogging something i wrote with their thoughts in the tags for the great wide world to see... like a goodreads review or something. idk if this even makes sense lmaooo

but that being said, none of those "benefits" outweigh the worth of receiving feedback (in any form) and i would never want someone to think or feel that an ask with their comments wasn't welcome because it 10000% is. always. ALWAYS. i also recognize that some people are just more comfortable interacting anonymously, and I don't deny anyone that right!! being perceived is scary sometimes!! but the fact of the matter is that interaction (in all forms! asks/tags/reblogs/even likes in some cases) seems to be down, but strangely i seem to be gaining just as many followers as usual, which can rly only logically lead me to the assumption that YES people are reading it, they just aren't acknowledging it. which feels.... idk. devastating feels dramatic, but it also feels right.

anyway, sorry this got long. just my two cents! (if u adjust for inflation it's 200000000000 cents.) love you! drink some water!

[imperial-refuse]

==> LUDWIG & RAYVAA: Prepare for action!

...Meanwhile, aboard another ship altogether, a white computer compiles code, the wave of a white conductor's baton coinciding the typing of yet more, keys flashing pink or electric green. The telekinetic flashing guiding by each wave of the baton would bring a smile to the lips of Ludwig Nephil, as they glance over their shoulder toward their pale.

Rayvaa Punkit, smiling back at them, was busy at her custom training dummy. Sneakered feet dance between flashing arrows beneath her feet in a grid. Each step forward in her strange dance would prompt another jab at the dummy before her. One to the face. The gut. The globes, the chest, the-

Wow, that was quite the barrage of blows.

She would finally finish her fleet-footed combo with a devastating kick that would knock the dummy off her station and into their dining table, sending platters and eating utensils hurtling around the room, only to be caught telekinetically by Ludwig, and with a swipe of their baton, sent tumbling into the sink with a chuckle from the goldblood.

//: LMAO nice 1. dont worry, i got u babe.

Rayvaa's face flushes green at the gentle tease, but smiles at the affirmation as she turns to the other.

<o/ just dont burn yourself out on my behalf, ok? we need you conscious and not having a thought sponge hemorrhage, got that, honey bunch? \o>

It was Ludwig's turn to flush at her little petname for them. They continue typing as they speak. The second batch of code was close to finished...

//: i hear u i hear u dw. shitll be ready 4 deployment b4 they can even think of trying anything stupid. no manhunts here.

The oliveblooded troll moves behind her goldblooded companion, reaching around to hug them close, just as Ludwig hits the final few lines of code. They pause their typing, sinking back into her embrace.

<o/ im worried about you, you hardworking lunatic. code can be compiled later. for now, take a breather with me! rest that huge girthy thinkpan of yours so you can do your thing later! \o>

Ludwig leans their head back. Now that they'd paused their performance, they did feel their head beginning to throb a bit... Their baton returns to their strife specibus, and they reach behind to attempt a returned hug to their pale. After all, she seemed to be right, as usual.

//: ...can we listen 2 the band tapes again?

<o/ thats why i brought them with us, you silly honkbeast. \o>

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

🎶🤍✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶🤍✨

This was such a lovely surprise to find in my inbox! Narrowing it down was nearly impossible, but here are five of my favorite songs—plus rambles, because I can never seem to keep my mouth shut.

Waqt Ki Baatein by DreamNote.

A Hindi song! My friends would be so proud, lol. Ads—one of my best friends—sent this to me, and it’s easily one of the most cathartic songs I’ve ever heard. It feels like warmth distilled, something gentle and homely and quietly healing. It doesn’t claim to fix everything, but it holds you—like arms you didn’t know you were missing, like someone offering the comfort the world refused you.

It’s so easy to turn bitter, to let yourself calcify when life keeps pushing you into sharp corners. So hearing something soft, something kind, feels almost violent in its tenderness. Like you’ve been starved for so long that the thought of food burns. But you need it all the same. That’s what this song is, made of the same stars that homes are made of—pure comfort stitched together with fragile threads of hope.

And maybe this song means even more to me because I’ve struggled with Hindi. Broken Hindi, if you had to call it something. For so long, I’ve found the language daunting. Sharp edges and intimidating sounds, worn out by tests and the exhaustion of trying to get every word, every accent, perfect. It felt unforgiving, like a language waiting for me to stumble.

But this song…this song makes Hindi sound so soft, so impossibly gentle, like it’s cradling me instead of confronting me. It’s a little miracle, wrapped in the thing I was taught to fear—so much so that the fear melts away, eclipsed by the unbearable, terrifying weight of hope.

You’ll Be Alright, Kid by Alex Warren.

Alex Warren has quietly worked his way into my favorites—Save You A Seat and Burning Down are regulars—but this one holds something sacred. Unlike movies, where past selves are neatly written away, real humans are messier. You hate who you were; you flinch, cringe, and wince at the memories. But then, when you let yourself sit with it—God, you ache for them. Because you were so young.

It’s a bitter thing to realize that, despite all the distance and history, you’re the only one who could ever reach back and offer that younger version of yourself comfort. And what I love is that this song doesn’t lie to you. It doesn’t pretty up the pain or dress it in false hope. It’s raw and realistic—a voice that’s healing but still heavy, reaching out to someone lost and hurt: yourself.

It’s everything I’ve never been able to think, let alone say, yet someone else did. It makes me marvel at the strange, aching brilliance of being human—that we can take our brokenness and turn it into something that feels like a hand on your shoulder, whispering, You’ll be alright, kid.

Gonna Be Okay by Brent Morgan

I have unapologetically been streaming this song since May 13—the day my board results came out and everything came crashing down around me. People love to say that grades don’t matter, but those people are usually a) smart with impressive marks or b) well-adjusted adults who’ve made peace with life. I am neither.

It was devastating—watching people put so much faith into numbers on a computer screen, realizing those digits could and would suddenly rewrite who I was. They couldn’t even look at me anymore. It’s a strange kind of grief, realizing how easily others can reduce you to a few lines on a report card.

So I played this song after every bad test, every terrible day, every moment where life felt utterly unfixable. People scoff at the idea of someone telling you “it’ll all be okay.” It feels absurd, almost insulting, like a platitude thrown over a gaping wound. But when you’ve gone your whole life hearing nothing of the sort, those words—so simple, so soft—feel like a warm touch that burns in the best way.

This song feels like that. A voice that holds you, even when everything else has let go. I’d recommend it to anyone. I played it so much it topped my Wrapped list, my own little lifeline. It might be silly, but I think in a world where there feels like there’s nothing to look forward to, it's nice to perhaps think of a world to live for, a live worth living - even if it's just for a moment.

Keep Your Head Up, Princess by Anson Seabra.

Anson Seabra, my beloved. He, Alec, and Conan Gray are my golden trio—the kind of artists who carve out space in your heart and never let go. I adore all of his songs—Robin Hood, Welcome to Wonderland, Broken, It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, Peter Pan Was Right, the list could go on—but this one feels different. This one feels like coming home.

There are songs you cry to when you’re sad, songs you scream to when you’re angry, but I think we all need songs that warm us, especially in a world so determined to feel cold. This one is gentle, like the storyteller at the heart of every fairy tale. The wise old man who always knows what to say, or the voice that tells you the same story for the hundredth time—soft, steady, smiling, because you need to hear it.

There is so much love in the world, more than enough to go around, and yet somehow we all still feel unloved. It’s a quiet tragedy, I think, but songs like this one make you believe—even if only for a moment—that you are held. That you are seen. That maybe love isn’t so far away after all.

Upside Down by Jack Johnson.

This one is pure nostalgia. Curious George was my childhood - along with the other icons, Pink Panther and Odd Squad and other PBS shows - and then we moved to India and I was introduced to Indian classics that became the rest of my childhood. I always did hum this song in my head, even as the movie felt like a fever dream.

But then I stumbled across it when I was watching LS Mark’s video, and once I knew the name, it was magic. There are an abundance of stories for people finding out that the thing you liked during your childhood doesn’t give you the same joy anymore and I know that it is common, nostalgia hurts as much as it gives. But this was perfect, because I think I love it more. I think I came back home. Or, at the very least, found a part of it.

I think a lot of people get upset when others recommend songs, especially these days, because happiness feels fleeting, temporary—it seems almost impossible. But I’m not saying these songs fix everything inside me. No, they don’t erase the ache or smooth over the cracks. But they offer me pieces of joy. Small, sweet, candied moments frozen in time, captured in the kind of nostalgia that belongs only to a person who has lived and lost and loved.

All those lovelorn days tucked into this song—it holds them, holds me. I love it so much. I adore it. It’s precious, like a little monkey in a forest with curiosity for veins with a man in a yellow hat. It could be the beginning, it has the potential, to be the beginning of a weird joke, and perhaps it is. But it was also the beginning of my childhood, and for that, I cannot be more grateful.

Honorable Mentions (because how could I not include them?):

Some Days—this song is just such a mood. I'll never get over how well some people seem to be able to capture human experience. It's freaky.

Life At First Sight—I still swear this song was written for Alex and Henry from Red, White & Royal Blue.

Puffin Rock’s Theme Song—So sweet. So tender. So nostalgic. The voices are almost siren-like. It's just so pretty!

Someone to You—This played in every shopping mall as a kid. It’s melancholy, bittersweet, and beautiful. I’d wrap it around my ribs and my wrists with a neat little bow.

Best Day of My Life—My first-grade graduation video had this as the background song. All of our classroom moments on with this song playing in the background. It’s so nostalgic, so uplifting. I say that word a lot, I know—but some things really are.

Thank you for the lovely ask, once again! Sorry this turned so long!

[jungshookz]

june's drabble poll!!

well it's not TRULY a cee comeback if i'm not reviving the monthly drabble polls where all the stans tear each other apart and i watch behind the scenes with a thing of popcorn while stroking an evil cat on my lap

if you're new here and have no idea what this is or if you just don't remember how this works (tbh i also forgot how it worked for a second but it's okay i figured it out) here's a quick breakdown of what's happening:

drabble polls take place at the beginning of each month where you guys get to choose what you'd like to read because we are a TEAM and i can't pull all the weight around here c'mon now

there are always four options! usually it's one newbie and three of your already existing favourite characters but sometimes i spice things up just for the drama <3 (as you'll see in this poll)

each character gets three chances to win before they get tossed into the bye bye bin!! for example if i plunk advicecolumnist!joon into the poll for june, july, AND august and he still doesn't come out on top in all three then i will have to fire him unfortunately (but there is still potential for him to have baby drabbles)

votes will always take place on my twitter!! i don't count any votes that come into the inbox so please do not drown my inbox because i can't swim D: and also voting is live about ten minutes after i post the options here on tumblr!

i think that's it but u know where to find me if you have any questions <3

feels so good to be back!! let's do this!! here are your drabble options for this month (even though we're already nearing the end of june but shhhh):

🖤 option one:

following the devastating, extremely emotional breakup with jimin, it takes everything within you to not burst into tears in front of everyone when word on the grapevine says he went out on a date with nayeon over the weekend.

balletteacher!jiminiverse;

sfw // hurts-so-bad-but-that's-what-makes-it-good angst!

featuring a fragile y/n trying her best to keep it together and a stubborn jimin trying his best to make it seem like he's unbothered!

🗞️ option two:

namjoon's the head of a popular love and sex advice column and he receives at least a hundred different letters a day, so you decide to (jokingly but also very seriously) send one in to ask for advice on how to handle a big-time crush you have on someone... that someone being him.

advicecolumnist!namjoon (newbie!!);

sfw // honk honk humour! soft soft fluff!

featuring hardworking coffee girl y/n who's pretty much willing to do anything to get handsome namjoon's attention!

⛱️ option three:

it's summer time, which means it's jungkook's time to shine... and after all this time, y/n still doesn't know how to deal with the amount of attention he gets as his reputation as the hot, sexy, omg-i-want-him-so-bad lifeguard.

lifeguard!jungkookiverse (returning to my wattpad roots to honour 2018!cee bc i've been too hard on her lately);

sfw // honk honk humour! soft soft fluff!

featuring a flustered y/n trying to contain the green-eyed monster inside of her and an oblivious as ever jungkook!

🍹 option four:

putting on a smile while watching ji-eun cuddle up to jungkook is already hard enough, but when y/n is (reluctantly) invited to come to jimin's massive end-of-semester party, she can't help but feel even more out of place.

smitten!jungkookiverse (calling all my feral smitten fans...)

sfw // honk honk humour! i-want-to-rip-my-lashes-out angst!

featuring a tipsy jimin finally letting y/n know why he doesn't like her and a long awaited important conversation between y/n and jungkook!

here's the link to my twitter to place your vote! (don't be shy, click the follow button hehe)

as always the poll will expire in two days which gives you an ample amount of time to think about which universe you'd like to step into this month!!

cee <3

[gothamitelove]

Henlo! (If you already received this ask I apologize, my internet dropped as I was sending it.) If you're down for it, I am a sucker for hurt/comfort content. Could I request headcanons for BTAS!Joker & BTAS!Two-Face hearing that their S/O had been captured and killed, but the S/O shows up a few days later having escaped and got emergency medical attention before reuniting? Love your writing and hope you have a lovely day!

hi anon! don't worry, tumblr didn't eat your ask! i did my best, but i haven't seen all of btas yet so it might be a little off <3

btas!joker

in public, joker acts like the news of your death doesn't bother him. he cracks jokes, holds a funny little funeral, the works, but it has this fragile, bitter edge that scares people even more than when he's making his deadly jokes

things piss him off even quicker than usual. one wrong word from one of his thugs and they get something thrown at them. and he doesn't miss.

nothing's funny to him anymore, which just makes him play even more pranks that he can't follow through with. you've taken the fun out of everything.

he throws a gigantic party when you turn out to be alive. he doesn't go to it.

like he did when you were "dead", he pretends none of it's bothered him at all in public, but in private, he holds you tight and cries silently

you never really talk about this again, i don't think, but whoever saved your life gets a prank-filled vase of flowers and a metric shit ton of cash from an anonymous source.

btas!two-face

this is. this is a blow.

two-face is furious. who dared? the whole city knew what you were to the two of them, who would dare to lay a finger on you?

harvey is just devastated, and he practically hands the body off to two-face entirely, which has disastrous effects

two-face practically rips the city apart in a grief-fueled rage, and batman has to talk harvey out so innocents don't suffer

"y/n wouldn't want this."

"y/n's not here!"

they're so hurt it's not even funny. the one time they get to have something good, it just vanishes and it feels like a curse

the first thing they do when they see you alive is hug you like they're trying to get inside you, like it's the last thing they'll ever do

"never, never do that shit again. never," two-face snarls.

"stay with us," harvey whispers. "i love you."

they will probably cry. harvey isn't ashamed of this at all, but two-face is (to an extent). don't call them on it

you won't be let out of their sight for a good long while after this, let me tell you that.

my god, i love h/c. thank u for this, anon! i always love writing for two-face (and joker's a blast!). i hope you liked these!

[abarbaricyalp]

What happens in Vegas is front page splash

Steve finds out first by virtue of not being hungover. Not being hungover means he gets to have breakfast and read the news at a normal hour. Reading the news has become scrolling through Twitter lately, because he tends to be awake before papers make their way to his crowded apartment.

It hadn't been crowded recently. Sam and Bucky had moved to their own place after four unsuccessful months of trying to make Steve move out instead. Now they spent more time in Louisiana or working than eating Steve’s food and leaving their clothes all over the place.

It was usually nice, the quiet. But this was nice too. The laughter all night last night, the bad food and TV, waking up to find Sam and Bucky sharing the couch in the most uncomfortable position imaginable. They'd just come back from a mission in Nevada, still smelling of sun and dirt, and found themselves outside of Steve's door instead of their own. Some mission recovery nights were just like that.

Steve had not known there was apparently time for mission recovery before the flight back to New York last night.

The article on his phone wasn't actually flashing, but it seemed like it. CAPTAIN AMERICA AND WINTER SOLDIER MARRY IN VEGAS.

Steve looked at where Sam was half off of the couch, his foot in Bucky's face, which would normally be enough to start another world war (a previously foregone conclusion that Steve had already claimed neutrality in) but this morning, Bucky was just hugging Sam's lower shin as he slept. Steve didn't see rings right away until he noticed matching chords on Sam and Bucky's necks, mostly obscured by their shirts.

He turned back to Twitter and found a handful of blurry, dark photos people had taken in whatever building this was. In the neatest one, their scrapes and bruises were obvious, so Steve assumed this took place shortly after the mission. In another, Bucky had Sam backed up against a wall, holding his face while a ring gleamed by his mouth. Steve quickly scrolled by it. There weren't any photos of any kind of...ceremony? Officiating? Everything was just of the two of them standing together, waiting or celebrating.

Steve looked at his best friends again, back to the phone, back to Sam and Bucky, and back to his phone. He closed Twitter and opened the internet, putting in their names and finding about a billion news stories right off the bat.

Oh Sarah was going to be so mad.

"Hey!" Steve called, clattering his phone down on the table.

Both men startled. Sam finished falling off the couch and Bucky smacked himself in the face trying to rub his eyes.

"What the fuck?" Bucky groaned, sitting up carefully, avoiding Sam on the floor. "I'm gonna throw you out the window."

Sam blindly patted a hand along the table, searching for water or medicine that was not there.

"Do anything interesting last night before you showed up at my door?" Steve asked.

"Fuck off," Bucky muttered and tried to turn against the couch and go back to sleep. Sam made a valiant effort in righting himself and climbing onto the couch behind Bucky.

There had been a time when Steve had begged them to get along. They were both so important to him and the thought of there being any kind of schism between them was devastating. He had somehow missed them becoming closer. He'd been shocked when they'd said they were more or less dating. He'd been shocked when they moved out together. He was shocked now.

Every time he saw them unconsciously pressing closer to each other or seeking each other out, his heart got all warm and bubbly. Watching them half fight and squirm now was doing the same thing since they weren't trying to knock the other off the couch, just trying to make room to stay together.

There was not room for that. Sam hit the floor again.

"Let me see them," Steve said.

"See what?" Sam groaned.

"The rings."

"What ring-- Oh, shit." Sam sat up fast enough to send himself pitching over again. He grabbed Bucky's pant leg and hauled himself upright. "Bucky," he hissed, continuing to tug on his pants leg. "Wake up."

He scooted across the ground, along the couch, up Bucky's body, until he could pull the necklace out from under Bucky's shirt and then he compared it to the one he held in his other hand against his own chest.

"Ah, shit. Bucky, wake up," he repeated, shaking Bucky's shoulder now.

"I'll throw you out the window too," Bucky growled in warning. He turned over enough that Sam could kiss the corner of his mouth.

"You won't get the insurance money like that."

"The only insurance I have on you is for missions and that's going to Sarah, since her plan won't cover that," Bucky argued without opening his eyes.

Steve wondered what exactly marriage was going to change here. How had he missed this? His best friends had clearly been married for years.

"Congratulations, Mr. Bucky Wilson," Steve called, rapping his knuckles on the table.

Bucky's eyes opened thenand he sat up to stare at Steve first, then at Sam. His hand came to to the ring in his chest. Steve could see it now, a simple gold band on a leather cord. "Oh fuck," he breathed.

"Everyone back home is going to be so pissed at us," Sam agreed. "We're gonna have to have three parties to make up for it."

Not what Steve had expected the 'oh shit's were for.

"How did you manage not to mention it last night?" he asked. "You came here celebrating and never said what for."

"You didn't ask either," Bucky shot back.

"I assumed it had to do with the mission. Not with you two getting married in Vegas."

"I can't believe they let us take the jet back," Sam said. He rubbed the heel of his hand over his forehead.

"We're less embarrassing in the jet," Bucky pointed out and reached behind Sam to massage a pressure point in his neck.

"Walk me through it," Steve offered. "Were you two planning on getting married?"

Bucky squirmed on the couch. "I mean, kind of, I guess," he said. Of all the abilities he had, Bucky Barnes could not lie to Steve to save his soul. The moments he offered half truths to avoid fully lying were even worse.

"Uh huh," Steve said. "How long?"

"A few months. Maybe a year. It's just...kind of something we figured would happen no matter what," Bucky said with a shrug.

"We've had the rings for ages. It's not like we bought them off the road or something," Sam added. "We thought they'd be safe in the jet but..."

"Come on," Bucky added. "They let us stay in one of the swanky hotels that come with an open bar in your own room."

"We almost died," Sam continued to justify. "So we got married."

"You got drunk and you got married," Steve corrected.

"Well..." Bucky said with a drawn out squirm. Sam finally sat up on the couch next to him. "We didn't get really drunk until after actually."

Steve blinked, frowned, and blinked again. "So you, in mostly sobriety, decided to get married in Vegas without any of your friends or family but a million phone cameras."

"Well when you say it like that," Bucky whined. "It was just for fun!"

"Who even knew it was a real license, right?" Sam added. "We'll have a party with everyone."

"Right, we just did the boring part on our own," Bucky agreed. "You should be thanking us."

Steve stared at him with dubious belief. Bucky made some dismissive noise and flopped over against Sam's chest until they were laying on the couch again. Sam's arms came around Bucky and Bucky hugged him back as much as he could with the couch in the way.

"I cannot believe you two," Steve sighed, turning back to his breakfast and any other news that didn't involve his best friends.

A few hours later, after leaving Sam and Bucky to make plans to get back to Louisiana, Steve got another news alert. He pulled his phone free, hoping it wasn't the kind of thing that was going to jeopardize his retirement. Instead, it was a follow up article.

CAPTAIN AMERICA AND WINTER SOLDIER CONFIRM MARRIAGE WITH SWEETEST PICTURES

Sam and Bucky had both posted similar pictures. Sam posted a picture from last night where they were eating some messy dessert in a hotel room. Bucky had used a picture from the actual 'ceremony' in which they were kissing and laughing. They both had a picture of the rings in the hiding spot on the jet. They both had a picture from the beach in Louisiana. In Sam's, Bucky was down on one knee. In Bucky's, Sam was asking.

We did it out of order, oops, Sam had written.

He said yes for some reason, Bucky had added to his.

And then a message dinged through and Steve opened it to find his own shocked face staring back at him.

Did we surprise you too? a message below it read. Don't worry, we plan on celebrating with friends and family soon. And forever. Details to follow. (Obviously we're bad at planning things)

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head. Really, he thought, he should've seen this coming.

There's been so many fun Vegas wedding fics recently and I thought I'd throw this in there too, just for fun

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Hello! I like your idea of Gojo x student reader! (Thank you for making it platonic!)

Can I request Gojo seeing his precious students fight (not in the playful banter they usually do, I’m talking real animosity and beef) with each other and him stepping in and IMMEDIATELY shutting it down. Cause 1. No fighting in his classroom, and 2. He hates seeing tension between his babies!

I can see him being the mediator, and calming everybody down. De escalating the situation.

Warnings: Mentions of death, curses. Language.

"You should've tried harder" that was it. The spark that was needed to light the oily rags of tension in the room. A failed mission. Dead innocents. Devastated students. Emotions were bound to explode at some point.

"What the hell did you just say?"

"I said" they stood up, their whole body tensed in a way you'd never seen before.

"You should have fought harder! If you did maybe those kids would still be alive!"

"Y-you YOU THINK I DIDN'T TRY HARD ENOUGH?! WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT HUH?!"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE BLAMING ME WHEN YOU WEREN'T EVEN THE ONE THERE"

"Guys stop! Fighting like this isn't going to solve anything!"

"Tch, always the level head huh, it pisses me off you know, sometimes I wonder if you even care, or just putting on an act!"

"What?! How can you say that?! Of course I care!"

"If you care so much, how could you let something like this happen huh?!"

"Do you think you blaming us is helping?! You weren't there how could you possibly understand what it was like fighting that curse!!"

"I UNDERSTAND THAT IF I WAS THERE I WOULDN'T HAVE GIVEN UP!"

"GIVEN UP?! WE DIDN'T GIVE YOU YOU ASSHOLE WE WERE BEATEN DOWN AND ALMOST DIED!!"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE FOUND A WAY, THATS WHAT BEING A JUJUTSU SORCERER IS ALL ABOUT, IF YOU CAN'T EVEN PROTECT A COUPLE KIDS WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO EVEN BE SORCER-ACK"

*Punch*

"!!"

"YOU THINK IF YOU WERE THERE IT WOULD'VE MADE A DIFFERENCE?!, YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF US, SO GET OFF YOUR FUCKING HIGH HORSE AND STOP RUNNING YOUR DAMN MOUTH"

"YOU REALLY PISS ME OFF YOU KNOW THAT!"

-Rears arm to punch.

-Theres a whooshing sound but no one is paying attention.

"Enough" a deadly and calm voice suddenly ordered.

Dangerously serious eyes.

Eyes that made everyone pause.

A rare moment from Satoru Gojo.

His students could do whatever the hell they wanted except one thing. And that was fight amongst themselves.

He was hardly serious for anything in his life. But he wouldn't tolerate this, so the moment he overheard what was going on, he intervened.

And all it took was a few words.

"Enough, go back to your rooms. Now. We'll talk tommorow" perhaps if his eyes weren't sending piercing arrows, someone would have argued. But no one did.

Instead they withdrew with sunken forms and left. Tommorow he would talk with them all. Explain that it was no ones fault and that fighting amongst each other placing blame was never a good idea. Tommorow he would be back to his silly self, and buy them food after the serious discussion. But today? Today he was serious Sensei Gojo who wouldn't tolerate fighting. After all, your comrades are often the only family you'll ever have...and to be honest, he hated seeing his babies fight...

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Hope this was ok! I wrote it in a bit of a different style, that way u can imagine who is saying what. It was lowkey funny writing the yelling lmao

Please lemme know what you thought! And also don't be shy to request more xoxo💕🥰