#when it happens irl i can’t hide it either

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do u guys ever see something so 2nd hand embarrassing u have to scream

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[CEO!Husband!Yunho x BlackFem!Exec!Reader]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Where you and Yunho wanted to start trying for a baby, and with a long lunch break in your schedules, you decide to pay him a visit to try your hand at conception.

content: car sex, semi-public sex, thigh riding, cloth-ripping, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl pls), just a dollop of spit, cowgirl, doggy, full fledged backshots, like 2 creampies?

word count: 3.4k

a/n: This fic cost me 5 FUCKING DOLLARS TO MAKE?!?!?! I had to pay to use a fake text generator, so if any of you have a site or app that I can make fake text messages FOR FREE then PLEASE let me know😭. This was self indulgent but I wanna dedicate this fic to all my fellow Hotteoks🫶🏾 And the bitches that fantasize about getting nutted in and getting it poppin’ in the back of the parking lot (in theory of course)! WwaBRiM (if you can’t tell from the fact the reader is rocking soft locs😛)

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To this day…you and Yunho’s BIGGEST regret in your relationship…is and ALWAYS WILL BE….agreeing to go to the christening of your friends’ 6-month old baby boy.

Everything was beautiful. The ceremony, the cathedral, the way the baby nestled into Yunho’s arms so naturally, and reached out to play with your bangles with such curiosity and wonder. It altered both of your brain chemistries, and you weren’t sure if it was for the better or not.

Your friends didn’t help either, saying things like “Parenthood would look so good on you two!” and “I can’t wait for your baby shower invitations.”.

How could they…….

After you pushed your meetings back to later in the week. After Yunho gave his team a free day when they could’ve been in the office perfecting the play-through on his new game before its release. Two very busy people with very busy work schedules, and you carved out time to come support your friends and their son, and they pay you back with…….

BABY FEVER?!?!

You and Yunho planned your futures out to a T. Go to university, get your respective degrees, join a company that you interned with, work your way up, become the boss, get married, honeymoon in The Maldives and spend your paid vacation days in The Swiss Alps.

Starting a family was definitely in there somewhere, but everything fell in line so well that it got lost. You’re at the top of your games…Yunho, figuratively and literally, with his gaming company being the best in the country and all…and you became the creative director for a top cosmetic brand. It really was all good. But it was lacking. And you both felt it. Ever since that christening.

You felt it every time one of your work partners went on maternity and paternity leave. Every time there were children in the offices on ‘Bring Your Kids to Work Day’. Every time Yunho saw posts or videos of kids around the world dressing up as characters he helped create. Every time your homegirls would send you milestones of their babies taking their first walk, or biting into a lemon for the first time. You two worked hard and accomplished everything you wanted to, everything except starting a family. It resonated for days after that christening.

For Weeks.

Months, even.

The energy around the house shifted. Yunho would steal glances at you as you did the simplest of routines, imagining your belly being round as you sip your favorite tea in the kitchen, waddling from room to room barefoot and pregnant. And you’d watch attentively as he’d play his video games, envisioning a child full of joy as he teaches them how to defeat their first villain. After a while it got to a point where neither of you would hide it. It became all too real, too wanted. And why not? What was stopping you two?

Everything was green lit once you and Yunho put it into the atmosphere and finally discussed it. You both were just about ready to start baby proofing the house and nothing even happened yet, becoming more proactive than you already were. Tracking apps were monitored, routines were tweaked, and everything seemed to be doable…but your work schedules…your jobs were the biggest obstacle. Just when could you slip away for a bit to see each other? When would be the right time to make a ba-

“Hey, I’m picking up my kid so we can go to lunch. I’ll be back in 2 hours!”

Your Editor in Chief pops their head in your office briefly before heading down the hall to the elevator, snapping you out of your rambling thoughts.

…………..Lunch Break.

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You reverse your sedan into the space next to him before hoping out and swishing towards the driver’s door, knocking softy. Your ears perk up at the sound of r&b playing and a silent laugh escapes you. The dark windows of the door lower, revealing Yunho in the driver’s seat, fully reclined with the top buttons of his shirt undone and the silver crucifix you adorned him with for your anniversary gleaming.

“For a second I thought you were backing out on me.” He smiles at you, his voice deeper than usual, evidence of a brief stolen nap. “Traffic was hell, I would’ve been here in half the time otherwise.” The door unlocks and you climb in, grazing over Yunho’s body as he adjusts the driver’s seat sitting up slightly, he grabs ahold of you to help you straddle him and closes the door back behind you. And like clockwork, you lean in, beginning your onslaught of abuse on his lips.

Snaking your hands into Yunho’s hair, he moans, deepening the kiss, his tongue dancing ever so eloquently with yours. “I missed you.” He says breathlessly between kisses, “You saw me this morning before I left boo!” You tease him, fixing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose that slid down in the midst of your passion, “That’s too long.” He pokes his lips out, and you console him with light pecks to ease his playful angst. “You’re so needy, you know that right?” “And you love me for it.”

Yunho starts to undo his shirt more, a sinister smile on the corner of his lips as he looks you over. “Come here,” You lean into him, your hand placed against his bare chest, the rock on your wedding band a flashy contrast to his skin. “Lift up for me baby.” You lift off of Yunho for a second as he helps you readjust yourself, now straddling one of his thighs. The pinstriped black skirt you wore for work today riding up your thighs. You let out a huff, immediately feeling the pressure of Yunho’s toned thigh on your bundle of nerves. Your black tights and panties not serving as any sort of buffer to the sensations. Your pussy lips spread apart feeling the course texture of his slacks. You let out a staggering sigh, reality finally setting in what you were about to do. “That’s right, you’re gonna ride me and cum all over my thigh, and thennn~” Yunho begins to rock your hips back and forth on his thigh. You lurch forward, your right hand immediately planting on the interior wall of the Rover, “Damn, feels good right?” “Yeah, yes it does. Fuck.”

You place your other hand on his shoulder, stealing support as you rock onto him quicker, a few front strands of your freshly done soft locs coming undone from the high pony you put them in this morning, to his delight. Yunho enjoyed the sight of you working yourself on him, he loved how neat you looked before you climbed in the suv with him, and is obsessed with the thought of how disheveled and fucked out you’re gonna look when he’s done and you climb back out. Fuck, it’s all he’s thought about since you mentioned it in the texts. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, to touch you, to feel you, to fuck you, to ruin you, to caress you, to make love to you, to put a baby in you……finally.

You watch Yunho as he closes his eyes, deep in thought, mindlessly guiding your hips against him, as if he’s immediately feeling all of the pleasure that you are in that moment. You begin to rock against him quicker, an impending climax moments away. Yunho opens his eyes, watching you as your moans get louder, less polite, more shameless. You lean your head forward trying to compose yourself as much as you possibly can in this situation, and he smiles at the sight. “I’m close………..fuck, I’m close.” Your hand now caresses his face as you lean your head on his shoulder, hunching him like a bitch in heat. “You’re close?” “Yeahhhh~” “Fuck, you’re gonna cum all over my thigh like that?” “Yeah!” “Yeahhh, just like that?” “Yes! Yes! Just like that!” Yunho bounces his leg softly as you continue to rake against it, riding out your high as a warm dampness spreads on his designer slacks. He moans at the feeling, damn near coming untouched just from witnessing your pleasure unfold before him.

You steady your panting for air. Embarrassed, you pat at the wet spot you left on your husband, “I did not expect that I-“ “I did, you’re ovulating.” Yunho caresses your cheeks fully heated with shame, and kisses you, laughing into the kiss. “I don’t think you understand how hot that was, don’t apologize my love.” He gestures to the passenger seat, helping you off of him and guiding you there to sit tight and catch yourself for a second. He then leans the drivers seat back fully again, stepping over it to sit in the spacious middle seat. He unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way before removing his glasses, tossing them somewhere far in the back seats. He holds one of his hands out to you, patting his thigh sharply with his other, ordering your immediate presence.

You crawl over the front armrest and take Yunho’s hand as he helps you towards him. You start to kneel down in front of him and he stops you, “Nooo no, no, none of that today.” “But I really want to.” “I knowww, and you do it so well, but we’re kind of on a fixed schedule.” Yunho gestures behind you to the time on the soft glowing screen on the dashboard. You sigh in agreement, “I wanted to get you ready too.” “Oh babe,” He begins to undue his belt buckle and pants, his fully hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen as he slides his pants down lower freeing him. “Does it look like I need to get ready?” Your mouth waters, his cock glistening as precum trails down the tip, and you moan at the sight. “Oh my God.” He laughs at your eager demeanor, “Come here baby,” he pats his thighs again signaling you to straddle him once more, your legs on either side of him cushioned by the materials used to adorn the luxury car seats.

Yunho hikes your skirt up higher, sliding his hands underneath to trail down your sheer-tights-clad inner thighs and up to your panties. Your breaths were short, shallow, hesitant. You closed your eyes as Yunho felt you up, getting you worked up again in the process, unbeknownst to himself, or was this all part of his plan? “These weren’t too pricey, right?” He pinches at your tights, “No they weren’t, why?”

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You gasp as you feel the force from Yunho ripping your tights right down the middle, smacking his shoulder. “They weren’t pricey but they were my favorite!” “Shhh, I’ll buy you 10 more.” You lean your head on his shoulder, pouting…until you feel his slender hands move your panties to the side. Your breath begins to get shallow again, feeling his warm tip slide up and down your wet folds. You moan involuntarily, “Awww, come on baby I haven’t even put it in yet.” “I knowww, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” “I do,” You feel him slowly push into you, leaning your head back as you cry out. “This cunt was just waaaiting to get fucked, because today is a little different than the other days,” He picks up his pace, fucking up into you steady but firm, “Today your pussy is a little bit more needy for me,” the recoil of your ass sending vibrations through your lower body as Yunho’s movements are relentless. “Today you’re gonna let me get you pregnant.”

And there it was. Your brain immediately shuts off. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, and so hard-” “Unnnnhhhhhooohhhh my Godddddd!” “Yeahhhhh, yeah let me hear you baby,” You grip the disheveled collar of Yunho’s shirt, completely at his mercy, taking what he gives you. “I’m gonna cum all in this pretty fucking cunt and get you pregnant, I’m gonna make you a Mommy.” “Yunho Please! Pleaseee~” “Please what my love?” Yunho lifts your chin up to meet his gaze, your dark brown eyes staring several miles into his own, communicating beyond a frequency that sound couldn’t even capture in that moment, and he understood every bit of it…but figured it would be fulfilling just to hear it fall from your lips, “Pleaseeee? What.” “Please make me a Mommy~” In seconds, he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he drills into you. “Ahhhhhh!!!!” The sound of your screams, bounce off the interior of the car, and you pray that the seats absorb it all.

“Yesss, yes! Let me hear you Mama. Fuckkkk let me hear you!” “Fuckkkk!” “Uh huhhh~ Fuck! You sound so good taking my dick like this! Ughhhh~” You both were a mess, fully enraptured in pleasure and no longer prisoners to time. You place your forehead against Yunho’s now eye to eye as he continues to lean into you with force, your breathing syncing with his, both chasing your highs. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you.” He asks you with dark eyes, almost as if it wasn’t a request. Suddenly you’re whimpering against his lips, “Yeah you are gonna cum, you’re close, so close for me.” “I’m-“ “I’m gonna-“ He mocks, imitating your whines, “You’re gonna what, cream around me and take this cum like a good little wife?” All you could do was gasp at his sharp remarks, “You’re gonna cum for me like a good little wife? Hm?” “Yeah!” “Yeah? You’re gonna take my fucking cum like a good fucking wife?” “Yes! Yes! Ye- Yes! Yes! Yes!” You gush around him, repeating your words like a mantra against his ear. He returns the favor, “Good Girl” replaying in his surprisingly vulgar vocabulary as he finishes inside of you. You collapse against him for some time. Aligning your heaving chest with his as you both come down. Clammy from the altercation. You swivel around some assuming it may help with the progress, and he moans a little.

“What are you doing?” Yunho laughs at you endearingly, watching you be an unintentional menace. “I don’t know I just thought it might do something.” You giggle some, lifting off of his softening length with your combined messes drooling out of you and down your inner thighs. Yunho takes it all in, shaking his head in amazement at the fucked out state of you. Just as he imagined it, better than he imagined, even. Staring him down, you study his body language, how he looks subtly exhausted but not TOO drained. Almost as if on a bodily timer, your temperature starts to rise again, “You’re plotting.” you narrow your eyes at him. Sucking in a sharp breath between teeth, Yunho helps you up, only to place you over the front armrest.

You squirm as your stomach and breasts make contact with the cold leather. “See I KNEW you were plotting!” “Oh hush, don’t act like you’re not excited.” Yunho makes light work of your tights, pulling off and discarding what was left of it, and sliding your panties off of one of your legs in order to spread them further apart. Your breathing catches at the gust of air that hits your pussy. Yunho’s cock inches away as he works his hand over it. He reaches his hand around holding it out to your mouth, “Spit.”, and you oblige him. He continues to work himself hard again, one hand bunching your business skirt up your waist, exposing your bare ass. His hand slides down to caress it, before landing a harsh smack, resorting back to soothing over the stinging spot. All marks undetectable on your brown skin, he lands a few more smacks on both cheeks, knowing he’ll be safe. You jolt and whine at the barrage of sharp pain and he leans down to pepper the side of your face in kisses, rubbing your attacked spots to soothe the pain.

“Don’t forget to breathe my love.” You didn’t realize you weren’t until he mentioned it, immediately offloading a heavy breath. Yunho clicks his tongue as he braces one hand on your shoulder to hold you in place, fiddling with the bunched up hem of your skirt. Your body stiffens as you feel him use his fingers to collect your cum and push it back into your pussy. You shudder in pleasure, still recovering from your last high, not too far from another if touched too much. You feel him shift behind you again as his cock teases its way past your entrance one more time. “Mmm, You wore this skirt on purpose Mama?” He glides into you with ease, bottoming out effortlessly, and you sink into the armrest, your moan resembling that of a pornstar’s. “You knew you were gonna see me to get this pretty pussy filled, Hmm?” Yunho immediately picks up the pace, keeping his hand firm on your shoulder, guiding you back onto him. “Ooooohhhhh~” “Yeahhhh? You wore this skirt because you knew you were gonna get knocked up with my babies? Huh?” Yunho’s words started to slur as they turned into shameless moans, “Yeahhh~ keep moaning for me, it’s just us here, keep going, I wanna hear youuu~” even he started sounding pornstar-like, it was music to your already ringing ears.

He began to pound into you with fervor, your tits now hanging over the armrest, bouncing violently as you grip the seating of the driver’s and passengers seat to avoid going headfirst into the dashboard. “Oh fuckkkk I’m gonna cum again, shit- shit- shittttt~” Yunho plants a foot on the flooring of the suv to steady himself as he leans flush against your back, engulfing you. “Yes, yes, yessss~ come inside of me pleaseeee~” Your final plea sends him over the edge, ultimately setting off a chain reaction that makes you cum around him all over again.

You shudder with each thrust as he slows his pace gradually before coming to a complete stop, staying in the same position as he bear hugs you from behind over the dashboard. You laugh to yourselves as you match your breathing once more, an exercise you both had been doing since the start of everything. Thank God workers at Yunho’s job actually took advantage of leaving the facility for lunch, or else your windows definitely would’ve been knocked on. Sure, the 5% tint helps, but you’re sure the car rocking would’ve given enough away.

Yunho peels himself off of you and helps you up, sitting you down next to him in the middle seats. You lay your head on his shoulders as the both of you dwell in the backseat, visibly fucked out. Yunho’s shirt hangs open and off one shoulder with a button or two missing, crucifix chain crooked yet still sitting proudly on his chest, even after such a sinful act. Your soft locs were fully down by now, splayed and running down the side of Yunho’s torso. Your skirt and his pants still undone, neither of you bothering to bother with your surroundings just yet. Yet your blouse was surprisingly still somewhat presentable. You both sit in solitude and enjoyment of each other for a little while longer. Yunho looks down at you lovingly, watching as you pull your phone out to do something. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” “Letting the Editor in Chief know that I’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day? Noo, I couldn’t possibly…” “Oh well that’s a shame…” You look at your husband, waiting, “Because I told the team to take the rest of the day off.” THAT’S why the deck looked so lifeless. “I can’t believe you set me up!” He peppers your face in kisses one last time.

“Alright, let’s get out of here, we definitely need to change. We’re celebrating tonight.” “Tonight? Forrrrr?” “For theeee…..you know…..” Yunho gestures towards himself then your stomach, and you grin knowingly. “The lunch rush?” “Exactlyyy, the lunch rush.” He says before pulling you in for one last kiss. Yunho helps fix up your appearance before assisting you out of the Range Rover and back into your car. Kissing you for the last time yet again. “I’ll be right behind you.” He starts back to his vehicle, looking over to you, “Oh, feel free to put me in your schedule whenever you have an hour or two for lunch. Just to make sure it takes.” Yunho winks at you, getting back in the car as you both leave work for the day.

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[bunni-v1]

Ok so I’ve been watching a bunch of streamers and was thinking about this scenario because my neurodivergent brain is like that:

Lighter with either a crush or s/o who streams. Maybe he meets them through Phaethon or something but he seems to hit it off with them right away. They’re always cordial to him and over time he feels a connection with them too :3

Honestly tho, this can also work for Asaba or, honestly, a lot of characters LOL anyways—

It becomes suspicious to the Sons of Calydon when they see Lighter on his phone at certain times of the day/night just grinning like a schoolboy. And when you stream he seems to be one of the most supportive chatters whether you have a smaller viewer base or larger one. He’s not reckless with his money so he likely won’t be a 3-tier sub or big donator or anything, but if you mention being in a tight spot financially he may send a few dennies here or there with heartfelt messages. Lighter loves showing his way in sturdy, acts of servicey ways after all <3

Another fun but also sad scenario of this with Aventurine, but you confront him when he donates a little too much lmao… you tell him not to buy your friendship or love and that he should’ve just asked for a date instead bc you would’ve said yes lol

Okay pinkie I know this is all about Lighter, but genuinely this is so incredibly Aventurine coded I had to make it all about him. He’s just so very buy your affections coded, and the idea of him with a streamer partner is so incredibly perfect?

Okay indulge me here, but imagine you and Aventurine are just kinda acquaintances. You know him through the network, and you two have this sorta flirty back and forth that isn’t really all that serious, but it’s fun! You stream full time and you’re pretty well known, but you don’t really brag about it all that much. Aventurine knows this obvi but he’s never tuned into your streams because, well, when does he have to time to?

But one night he has some extra free time and he decides to just bite the bullet and look you up. You’ve got a surprisingly big fanbase, and tons and tons of super loyal chatters. It kinda makes him a little jealous, the way you’re so friendly with chat, but he’s no delusional enough to think he’s entitled to your attention in the sea of viewers.

He doesn’t donate anything at first, mostly because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. This is sorta your thing, it would be a bit invasive wouldn’t it? Plus he doesn’t really get spending that much money on a streamer. As much as he likes you, isn’t it a bit parasocial? But one day you’re playing some shitty gatcha game and you just can’t win your favorite character or something and he feels so bad seeing you pout that he has to step in. He’s got plenty of money to give, so he drops $100 for you to spend under the name “TheGoldenTouch”.

You’re so happy, face lights up and you’re thanking him over and over and oh he so loves that look on your face. It becomes his new dirty little secret, spending money on you. He easily becomes one of your top donors and you even reach out to personally thank him, none the wiser that it was him. He’s very competitive about it too, determined to keep the spot as your top donor. Like he’s trying to prove to you that he can provide for you better, even though you don’t know it’s Aventurine behind the screen.

Your other chatters don’t exactly help, teasing you about the flirty new guy who won’t stop sending you money.

It’s not like he’s hiding it on purpose, but he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with his sudden interest in spoiling you on stream. Its… a long term investment is all. One that you have no idea is happening! While he’s donating to you he becomes a bit more bold with his flirting irl. He knows you better now, and you technically know him better too. Even though you’re not aware it’s him you’re getting to know so well.

As TheGoldenTouch he can just be himself without worry of you taking pity on him. You’re very sweet to him through chats and messages and all things inbetween. He gets to know you outside of a business sense, and the two of you have very good chemistry. He’s still painfully aware that despite how nice it is, you’ll never really know him. You’ll never get the chance to know him because even if he lets you in like this, how could he do the same in real life? Looking you in the eyes and seeing the care on your face would be too much for his fragile heart to handle.

Eventually the cat comes out of the bag though. It’s just a slip up when he’s feeling just a little too comfortable in your presence during some kind of meeting. He’s a little too forward and makes an inside joke that has you a little shell shocked before it clicks in your head who he is. He’s rather embarrassed by his slip up, but doesn’t let it show on his face. Taking it in stride and confidence, playing up his generous donor persona rather than the person you’d come to know online.

He figures you’d likely distance yourself now that you knew who he was, but you’re even more interactive with him. Going out of your way to greet him in chat and message him first when you get the chance. It’s so very sweet, but your relationship is nothing but a transaction is it not? You’re making it hard for him to tell…

Ah, but then you try and tell him he doesn’t have to donate so much to you. That you just enjoy seeing and interacting with him. That you wish he had told you who he was initially, because you enjoy talking to him and would like to see him outside of streaming and work. It’s all too much for him to handle from you, you’re just too sweet. How could he refuse you?

He does end up taking you out and spoiling you rotten on your first date together. Even after you are an official item he doesn’t stop watching your streams and chatting with your community. He’s very loyal to you, his favorite little streamer <3

If you insist on him not “buying your affections” he’ll shrug it off. Gift giving is his love language, after all, and he can’t let his competition beat him out in the area he’s best at. It’s a little overwhelming, honestly, but equally sweet and endearing. He’s very proud of you too, bragging about his cute streamer partner to anyone who might listen.

Like,,, he’s so cute,,,,,,

[smallishcats]

Lils au galactic translations and theories 3!

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WOOO here we go- I will be translating days 15-21 of @enkays-den and @cannibal-walleye’s whimsical and confusing lils au!

So, as usual, spoilers ahead!

Important lore burger game sauce impy made by walleye when I watched them and enkay play burger game (very important beta reader activities and very important doodle)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4663420

Also, before we start, Walleye’s art is amazing- it’s really interesting that they use irl backgrounds (or some really similar bgs) in the art with their style ughh they’re so good and silly

Okie

Day 15: Jevin

IV (4) Can hide anywhere due to being a slime but he’s pretty loud and visible when he’s a liquid.

Did not get a very hostile vibe from him.

How is he possible? Slimes should not be this sentient.

-Skizz has never been FISHING this sheltered man

-I love the blobbys they look so stupid and happy I would gladly throw one

-“Did not get a very hostile vibe from him” until he pulls the fire dog trick he did to the POE LOL

-A lot of things with the hermits is “How is this possible” and it’s either actually like how did this happen or Skizz is sheltered but it’s probably the former

Day 16: Scar

IV (4) Uses a ‘wheelchair’ to move most of the time and has no allay or vex wings so it seems like he can’t fly.

From what Cub and Scar say he is pretty clumsy.

Do not know how a vex and allay hybrid is possible, as they are natural enemies, unsure what possible powers could be.

Doesn’t seem like much of a threat.

-Skizz can I come and steal cats with you

-We should have a big lils cuddle pile pls

-Interesting that wheelchair is in quotes, I guess if Skizz has never seen redstone I guess it makes sense if he doesn’t know what a wheelchair is? What the heck is up with the Skizz society-

-I love convex so silly

Day 17: Ren

V (5) He does solo missions outside of the area which implies that he’s able to handle hostiles by himself. Could be pure charisma or he’s a good fighter, haven’t seen or heard anything.

No special abilities that I could detect. Enhanced smell is likely.

Does he represent the hermits as their leader? Who is their leader?

-Skizz definitely has a crush on ren in this universe/hj

-I love the puppers with their glasses and ren needing glasses for his eyes so cute…

-I don’t remember how the hermits refer to mobs, but Skizz just calls them hostiles, which is probably a more formal name for mobs anyway, maybe like sprites in that way

This idea holds no weight if the hermits refer to them as hostiles too

-“Detect” is standing out to me but idk

-Skizz seems to be doubting Ren a lot because of his charisma, if someone goes on missions outside of the hermit area I feel like they should be higher than a 5, but because of Ren’s boisterous attitude maybe he doubts him

Day 18: Shelby

VII (7) Showed off easy manipulation of plants and mud.

What is a swamp dryad? Is hydrokinesis because she’s part nymph? I thought they were supposed to be connected to a tree, not entire biospheres.

Intelligent, very familiar with potions and magic, not just her inherent magic.

Don’t drink anything she isn’t also drinking herself.

-The little shroomlings remind me of Inkay (the pokemon)

-I love the actual evil(?) witch in the swamp vibe she has going on like evil ESMP2 Shelby-

-She definitely throws (telekinetically throws?) mud balls randomly at people to spook them

-Skizz will never trust a drink in hermit land ever again

Day 19: Cleo

VI (6) Doesn’t appear to have all typical gorgon traits. Eye contact was no problem. Maybe they lost those powers to zombie infection must have been severe to interfere with her innate abilities like that.

Regardless, she would be a formidable opponent by size alone.

Fiery attitude feels different from other hermits, more threatening and cutting.

Snake hair means there’s no sneaking up on them.

-I love the zombie infected gorgon cleo…. Very very cool

Is that how it is? She was a gorgon and got infected? I would assume so

-More info on how lils are made, need fresh blood, but there’s still a missing piece on why age matters with lil creation

-Biiiiig Clebert! Skizz and them should fistfight for funsies I wanna see who wins

-I wonder how venomous Cleo’s sneks are :J (scar face)

Day 20: XB

VIII (8) Clearly an adept fighter, fast in the water.

Pure size makes him a threat.

I’ve never heard of the guardian species. The name seems to imply they’re magical in some aspect, but if they are, he didn’t show off.

Unknown what ranged abilities he might have, but is otherwise trapped in deep water.

Not too difficult to avoid so long as you stay on land.

-(very) Long boy

-Never heard of GUARDIANS so Skizz is from somewhere not really near water?

-Skizz: “Stuck in water, not my problem B)” totally, but Enkay did tell me they have aqueducts soooo

-“The minotaurs” so there’s more than one… well definitely beef, it’d be funny if sausage is the other one

-The munchies… love them…

-I’m imagining Oli swimming toward the big serpent man (he doggy paddles)

Day 21: X

IX (9) I don’t know what he is.

I think he’s the leader. Impulse deferred to him before and he’s in charge of the library. He’s the best guess I have so far.

Extremely knowledgeable and collected. He doesn’t need to speak up to get attention.

Always accompanied by the ‘lump’ sprite, even more than his own.

Do not cross or raise suspicion.

You can’t rule entirely with benevolence.

-Again with the lumps! Who the heck has the lumps… I thought it was Keralis for a while but nope- it could be Scott’s since that’s his son

-Still a 9- even the strange leader that Skizz knows nothing about is a 9…at this point on Skizz’s journal entry for himself he’s gonna make himself a 10 because he loves himself/j

-“You can’t rule entirely with benevolence.” Or what if he can?? Huh Skizzle… what if silly Xisuma can…

Or if he can’t, what does he do? Because this society seems really nice, stable, people don’t seem weird…

-“The one who warned us about the” THE WHAT???????? ENKAYYYYY

ugh I don’t even know how to come up with ANYTHING to go there- the what…

Shot in the dark, Skizz came from like an evil empire that takes over lands, and they’re coming for the hermits next

And Skizz doesn’t mention it because of the risk of people seeing this

Yes I know this is SO RANDOM AND I HAVE NO EVIDENCE FOR IT

(it’s probably some sort of evil force though)

but I wanna say something because this line is SO SUSPECT

WHAT IS IT????

okay I’m done don’t mention what I’ve written here I sound like a lunatic

-“Do not cross or raise suspicion.” I mean writing a different language in your journal is a start to raising suspicion, but no one is gonna see these pages anyways probably 

Xisuma WILL boot Skizz out of the stratosphere if he is planning to hurt his hermits

And that’s it

I’ve gone insane methinks

I blacked out and here’s my ramblings

my thumb hurts

[battlemaiden13]

If I had money I’d throw it at you to write even just like. A one shot of the anti harem fic you described.

It’s seems so scrumptious especially with all the set up with orange and y/n

Would love to get more insight on how their relationship would play out-

Maybe I should start taking commissions for my writing XD I’d love to be paid to write. Anyway here ya go!

Like Orange knows MC is not inherently evil or anything, he just hates that she’s hiding something as when people are lying it irritates him. She thinks her life is none of his goddamn business so she’s not telling him jack about themselves leading to this whole hatred between them. 

They game together so often! Like almost every night. It was just a coincidence that they found each other in their party one day, and then it kept happening so they became online friends before using mic to talk now. Neither recognise the other's voice because they are so friendly online and so stubborn in person. 

They have absolutely ranted to each other about one another before and neither of them have connected the dots. 

Even if neither of them have connected that their online buddy is also their arch nemesis, both of them are super perceptive and smart which only adds fuel to the fire of hate that they share. They are in some of the same classes and have a major rivalry over top of said class. 

Orange is totally crushing on his online friend even if he’s never seen what she looks like and as said in another post Orange’s friend Asgore keeps trying to set him up with the kid of one of his other close friends (who also just happens to be MC) but Orange keeps denying it.

Mc is the first to figure out that her online friend is the skeleton monster who hates her guts. Something he said that happened to her connects all the dots and she feels like an idiot. 

She starts being nicer to Orange IRL but he is super sus about that and she just feels like a moron. She wants to hang with Orange away from the computer screen but if she tells him he’ll think she had conducted some elaborate scheme to trick him and he’d be crushed.

Sucks that shes also acting weird online now and Orange feels terrible that something is bothering his crush. She asks him a hypothetical about if she was someone he hated in real life and he said he would never hate her. 

She’s going to confess to him but through a bunch of mishaps he figures it out first and is so distraught. Because on the one hand he doesn’t want to hate her and on the other she lied to him. The drama and misunderstanding is so huge that the two need to calm down for a bit

Then one day Orange sits next to her in the cafeteria at lunch. He starts ranting about a level he can’t get past and from there they become friends again with Orange defending her to the others which Blue does not understand. 

Side note! I think the MC for this particular story is going to be genderfluid (yay representation for me). I am referring to them as she a lot currently but in the future it could be they or he depending on the day or story plot points. She is probably their default too but I want the MC to look androgynous so they can dress either way. 

[tobysbliss]

tickletober day one— anticipation.

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo (he/him), lee!tommy (he/him) (CC’s)

I’ve been in this community since 2020, and made my blog in april of 2022. This is my first time ever participating in tickletober. 😭

In Tommy’s defense, he really did not think this would happen.

Sure, he believes in facing the consequences of your actions, but he didn’t think this would be his consequence.

Rewind a little. Tommy and Tubbo were doing an IRL stream together, and Tommy was just being a complete, total nuisance.

He’d make fun of Tubbo’s height (lightheartedly), randomly jump out and scream to scare Tubbo anytime he’d left for just a few minutes. Tommy spent half an hour just mimicking every word Tubbo said, either silently with his hand or aloud. Tubbo was surprised his eyes hadn’t rolled to the back of his head with how much he would roll his eyes at Tommy’s antics.

Tubbo had repeatedly told Tommy, “I’m going to murder you.” But Tommy would only laugh, seemingly not noticing the way Tubbo would smirk with a hint of mischief glistening in his eyes.

Now they were here, Tommy hiding under a bed—original, right?— and covering his mouth so his anticipatory giggles wouldn’t give him away.

“Oh, Tommy~” Tubbo dragged his name out with a teasing tone, and Tommy felt his face heat up. “Where are you~?” Tubbo’s footsteps were slow as he wanted to make Tommy wait. He opened any closed door he passed by, pretending to look before finally stopping in the doorway of the room Tommy was in. He watched as Tubbo slowly made his way to the bed. Tubbo grinned, “Tommy~ I only want to tickle you, man! You can’t possibly be afraid of a little tickling, just some wiggly fingers scribbling all over your stomach, squeezing your sides and drilling into your hips. You, the big man TommyInnit, afraid of some tickling? Hm~?”

..How on Earth can Tubbo be so teasy!?

Tommy’s heart skipped a beat, watching Tubbo take a final step and stopping right next to the bed he hid under before deciding to just sit on the bed. The anticipation was horrible. Tubbo went on to list exactly how he’ll tickle the blonde he “searched” for, knowing exactly what he’s doing, knowing that Tommy is entirely flustered out of his mind.

“Maybe I'll blow a few… no, a lot of, raspberries on your stomach while I squeeze and taser your sides. We both know that’s practically death for you! Or I could scribble into your underarms, and then vibrate my fingers when your arms come crashing down to inevitably trap my hands. Ooh, I could scribble on your knees, or on the backs of them? I’ll make sure to sit on your legs so you can’t kick, though. You’ll be trapped, unable to escape from me.” Tubbo teased, he could hear Tommy’s muffled, flustered giggles.

Tommy thought that he could escape, it’s worth a shot, right? He turned to face the opposite way as silently as he could, slowly beginning to move out from under the bed before feeling Tubbo grab onto his ankles and drag him out, quickly moving him over and pinning him to the carpeted floor. The brunette held his hands in the shapes of claws over Tommy’s sides, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to the boy.

Tommy swore he was going to die.

“Tuhubbo! Cohome ohohon!” The blonde whined, covering his squinted eyes with his arms.

“If you say so,” Tubbo grinned innocently, digging his fingers into Tommy’s sides, scribbling, squeezing, and tasering while he leaned down to blow raspberries all over Tommy’s stomach— just like he said he would.

Tommy’s screams rang throughout the house as Tubbo wrecked the blonde until he was practically begging for mercy.

[cctypical]

Heyyyyy so uhh I have some questions (mainly ATA cuz it’s infesting my brain) 😁✌️✌️✌️

1. Do you think Wooly will eventually snap?

2. Who do you think Wooly is and do you think we’ll find out his identity?

3. Do you I think we’ll free Amanda or just leave her?

4. Do you have any headcanons for any Amanda character?

That’s all I got 🫠🫠

YAYYY IM GETTING ASKS NOW (dw i got the brainrot too)

1 - UHH YEAH I SURE HOPE HE DOES /ref

I want him to crash out so bad it’s not even funny anymore. I CRAVE negative wooly sm

2 - we’ll def find out who he is we HAVE to for it to be a proper finale. and he HAS to be a teen/tween. not younger than amanda but not older than like 16, my prediction is 12-16. he’s not Sam, he’s not a hameln employee, he’s not an AI (literally WHO said this???) he did not INTENTIONALLY do anything bad to amanda but he definitely hurt her in some offhand way. he’s negatively connected to hameln in some way where he thought he was doing good (or helping Amanda) but he obviously isn’t (she thinks he’s intentionally screwing her over) either he’s still in this illusion that it’s all for her own good or he slowly realised over time that maybe it’s a bad situation they’re in but he can’t cope with it properly so he pretends it’s all gud “everything is fine here. it’s all fine” he’s telling both amanda and himself so he believes it

3 - UHH YEAH I SURE HOPE WE DO /ref aGAIN

come fucking on we can’t NOT save her after everything we’ve been through??? I will actually crash out if we leave after gaining NOTHING riley did not go without 2 days of sleep for this shit to happen. we almost got clapped several times, we witnessed our favourite family member (big F for the parents) die through the tape we watched JOANNE GET CLAPPED IN FRONT OF US and barely escaped death AGAIN. we’re sleep deprived, haven’t eaten SHIT and now we gotta go go gadget explore this fuckin giant headquarters to save this kid we met like yesterday. I just need her to be okay whether that’s releasing her soul from the tapes or resuscitating her body or some shit like that. same with wooly I am not saving her ass without saving his ass too it’s all or nothing baby. idc if they resting they just needa be in peace

4 - OH BOY DO I. most are connected to my aus and for contrast of woolymanda but here’s some i got (proceeds to absolutely run you over with as many hcs as possible)

Woolys autistic, Amanda’s allistic (tho im totally on board with the ND amanda hc)

Jordan is the youngest, 3-4 and shortest irl, ND, maybe even non verbal. That could explain his frantic animal like behaviour and why he’s depicted as an opossum

Kate is like a mother to Rebecca, she would come over and have play dates and watch her while Sam was out (I think I would be cute too if Becca sometimes slipped up and called her mom) that’s also why she’s so torn up about her death, yeah she’s a close friend but imagine how much deeper it would cut if she lost what was basically her mom, a part of her, like her dad

Wooly has a constant twitch in his eye ever since it was ripped out, it becomes more frequent when he’s stressed (I SWEAR I SWEAR when he fainted in the story tape THAT EXACT EYE twitched before falling over) Same with amanda in the other eye except it’s less frequent (that eye DID twitch in the second hide n seek lost tape)

One person is bad at everything the other person is good at, so they are forced to depend on each other and HATE asking the other for help cuz they know it’s gonna start another row

Kate and joanne obviously cared for each other a lot, they had a small crush on each other back when everything was normal but with everything happening they had to forget about that and focus on the situation instead of getting closer (joakate for the WIN)

Sam and Rebecca are good friends with the library staff (I’m sure some of them include Kate’s conspiracy partners)

Kate is a children’s authour who features her books in the library, those are Rebecca’s favourite ones to read before bed bc they’re more realistic (they don’t end in tragedy but shows the struggles for the characters to be able to live happily ever after) which is WHY she drew a more tragic story to cheer her up cuz they resemble Kate’s books

Riley is genderfluid (why are you asking them their gender? they don’t even fucking know man) any pronouns (ppl just use they/them cuz they REALLY don’t got time to switch up rn) 16-20 and looks almost exactly like riley from inside out (im not even joking this is exactly how I imagine them)

Amanda can only do her hair in like 3 very basic styles (same vro), wooly stores things in his wool like it a damn backpack (canon, he pulled the clown nose out of his ass I watched him do it) (bro what if amanda stored things in her giant ahh puffs lmao)

Woolymanda roleplay/dress up as each other sometimes, they usually do it to mock each other but then they get in character and start actually having fun

Amanda wooly and Jordan would be very best friends if they had a normal life, they are too blinded by all the trauma they’ve collected over the years to get along

Autistic wooly hcs:

Uncomfortable when standing straight, usually bends in his knees and raptor arms

Loses track of what they’re doing ALL THE TIME (amanda gives us prompts half bc that’s the script and half to help wooly remember what they’re doing)

Zones out/dissociates when amanda yaps to us for too long

Gets overexcited and is hard to calm down

Overthinker, corrects amanda over the tiniest things

Special interests include peaches, crafting (even tho he bad at it) and having a relaxing episode

yay hehehee I liek dis game eehee im so silly

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I’m behind on reading/commenting ugh. I did read one of the fics that updated but it made me sad. But like it wasn’t even really a sad fic, it was more open.

This is getting angry and ranty so I’m hiding it under the cut

But idk I’m just so so so tired of my queen being given the short end of the stick. Again it’s why I hella overcompensate and make him suffer. But it’s v annoying to me that he can do whatever and my queen will still love him? Fuck that bullshit. I’m sick of it. I’m sure it’s cause I’ve never been in romantic love so I don’t get it, but if that’s what it’s like I don’t want to understand. All these stories I hear of women staying in toxic relationships where as the men are always able to leave their shituationship and find better matches, is so difficult for me to wrap my head around. This is just in regards to the people in my real life and from some podcasts I listen to (and social media shit) but I swear the percentage is heavily skewed to women trying to save their shitty relationship while the men are able to break out of it.

Anyways, yeah it’s why I absolutely loathe fics where he’s a scumbag and my queen suffers but ultimately he gets to keep her. First that seems very ooc to me, but I also write him ooc too but just way opposite from that. So I guess whatever. But again I ask why must my queen suffer? Hasn’t she suffered enough? Why are we putting her through all this bullshit and tearing her down and making her believe she can only love this one man? Is this supposed to be romantic? Like what? Like oh wow, guess she’s so fucking lucky he decided to choose her after fucking around and being an absolute dick. Grody.

I swear I’m just too American or at least too much of a Vegas gal to be okay with this. Because I see this shit so much in fics and irl I am fucking terrified of it happening to me. To lose my complete sense of self for an underserving asshole who makes me question love? I would rather die. Like kill me please. Cause if there’s anything I know, it’s love. I’m Lots of Love for crying out loud! All forms of it! It’s not just romantic, but the rest of the world seems to think it’s the only one that matters. And I know I’m guilty of that too, cause I am to my core a hopeless romantic. But when it is pure. Not this brainwashed mess where men can be whores but women aren’t allowed to even look at another person.

Back on my fuck first love being the only love bullshit. I fucking hate this trope when it applies to only women. Not super fond of it with men either, but that’s more of a dig at my main fandom I can’t even enjoy anymore.

Would love to read a fic where she’s the player instead of him and it’s perfectly fine. Make him the one who wonders for fucking once. Does she love him? Maybe. Is she enjoying her life and fucking around? Absolutely and as she should! Not caring that she’s stringing him along cause he’s the back up that she knows she can always go back to, and maybe she does actually love him. Go figure.

Some days I get so angry I just want to write a fuck you fic, but also I don’t cause I hate writing and I have too many other projects I would rather finish so I never have to write again. But then I think about having to read these fics and noping out or sticking it out and being pissed even though I knew where it was going and I would hate it. And I’m like hella judgey but at least I’m not an awful person who leaves rude comments for a fic not meant for me. Yeah if you do that shit you’re a fucking asshole and I want nothing to do with you.

I didn’t intend to start this post off so angry, and now I don’t even remember my main reason for trying to make an update here. I’ve just annoyed myself and I need to leave or else I’ll be too tired for my hopeful boost of serotonin tomorrow (or today rather). I’m probably just irritated from being at the airport like all day. I love traveling but some airports and airlines suck.

Anyways main point, let Shiho bejeweled! Don’t keep her locked up in the basement! She’s a diamond, so let her shine damn it!

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #39: “Danger in Blood” Ch. 1

One evening, the eight Mighty Solars are watching above the rooftop.

Korvo Solars-Opposites/Quasarblasr: Any sign of any threat?

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Nope. Nothing here.

Terry Solar Opposites/Mighton: I don’t see anything either.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: I can’t find anything either.

Parker/Venus Tip: Yeah. Sure looks great tonight. But is anyone getting worried about Kano? He sure does look familiar. Plus, he did tell me shouldn’t been faster than him when I become Venus Tip?

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: What?! He really said that?!

Quasarblast grows suspicious of Kano.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Not to mention he was rude to us earlier. And he did have a familiar mark I am trying to remember.

Venus Tip sighs.

Parker/Venus Tip: Korvo, I’m really worried about Qourra. She’s been hostile ever since Kano came. I’m worried that she might be now fueled up for revenge.

Mighton looks determined.

Monica Miller/Lightspeed: Yeah. She really wanted to get back at the chief who murder her mother four years ago.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Guys, don’t worry. We won’t let that happened. I don’t know what Kano is planning but we got this.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: The darling husband of mine is right! We should probably keep an eye on Kano just in case.

Meanwhile, Kano approaches Qourra, who is brushing her hair.

Qourra: You look terrible.

Kano: I know.

Qourra: What do you want?!

Kano: I know who killed your mother, Qourra abruptly stops and I'm going to help you find him.

Qourra casts him a look of shock, which soon turns to a look of anger. The scene changes to later in the day where a young girl named Sonya is feeding a horse an apple. Then, she fiddles around with her necklace. Qourra and Kano approaches a ship, Kano carrying a sack slung over his shoulder.

Sonya: Huh? she hides

Quorra: Are you sure this will work?

The scene changes to later that night where Qourra is seen dressed in a black cloak, tying her hair in a ponytail. Someone offscreen sees them and hides behind a rock.

???: What the hell?

Kano: Qourra, it’s time! Time for that man to pay! Let’s go!

Qourra firmly nods darkly as she hands on the wooden ship.

???: Kano?

Then, the ship flies off, the camera then pans to a familiar girl with dark blonde hair. The scene changes to Kano and Qourra flying on the ship, heading straight for the camera.

Kano: We need to find the communication tower. All the navy's movements are coordinated by messenger speakers. And every tower has to be up to date on where everyone is deployed.

Qourra: Cuts to shot of the communication tower situated on an island in the middle of the ocean; off-camera So once we find the communication tower, we bust in and take the information we need.

Kano: voice-over Not exactly. We need to be stealthy and make sure no one spots us, [Cuts to shot of the communication tower, the camera panning downward.] otherwise they'll warn the Raiders long before we reach them.

The scene switches to where Kano and Qourra run out from behind a mass of large rocks. Using waterbending, Qourra creates a raft of ice for her and Kano to ride on to the communication tower. The scene cuts to a corridor of tower where the two are crouched in a corner, watching two guards walk out a door. After the guards have passed, they stealthily run through the open door. The scene cuts to a female guard sitting at a writing desk. The duo peers at her from overhead gratings. Qourra waterbends the ink onto the guard's hands. She rises from the desk and walks away. Qourra and Kano use the time to comb through the files stored in the drawers.

Kano: Okay, Geenadavisille Raiders. [Opens a scroll.] Bam. [Points to location on map; off-camera.] On patrol near Santa Monica.

Qourra: [Cuts to shot of Kano and Qourra looking at the map.] Santa Monica, here we come.

The next day, Principal Cooke was stretching his back while yawning as he walks outside, but then, notices a ship gone.

Principal Cooke: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Miss Frankie: runs up to her boyfriend with Ms. Perez, Mia and Kevin and his family Honey, what’s wrong?!

Principal Cooke: Someone stole one of the ships!

Mia gasps.

Mia: What who?

Then, Kevin and his family, Jamie, Darcy and Trevor came by.

Darcy: What happened?!

Jamie: Holy shit! One of the ships have been stolen! By from who?!

Principal Cooke then sees a note and gasp. It says, “I’m going with Kano to find the Chief who killed mom! Tell the Mighty Solars, and you’ve been warned! - Qourra”. Jaime faints.

Darcy: Qourra?! How could she?! Why would she do this?!

Miss Frankie: Beats me.

Ms. Perez: sigh I know why. Because, she’s been hurt deeply for years ever since her mom was murdered. But right now this is vengeance, which is wrong for teenager or even a kid to do. I think this Kano guy is leading Qourra to the wrong path.

Mia gasps.

Mia: Oh my God. Guys, Perez is right! I think Qourra might become a cold dark person! We gotta stop her!

Jamie: But what about the Mighty Solars?

Kevin’s Wife: We can’t go get them! I think Kano and Qourra might be luring them to a trap!

Ms. Perez: But we need their help!

Miss Frankie: No, she’s right. I’m afraid it’s up to us now. The Mighty Solars could be in danger even we tell them what happened.

Ms. Perez: sighs Good point, so what do we do?

Meanwhile at the Solars’ house, Korvo is meditating, until he hears a news notification and grows suspicious.

Korvo Solar-Opposites: Hmm?

[toomanyfandomsorkinafs]

😅 Probably the called upon series but I might remake it cause I was newww to the fandom

🥺 their fighting big fight with either each other or some else and then they just hug and one breaks down crying and tells them the truth🥹

🤡 Scott Smajor Style, (person) flavour.

😈 It’s not out yet but…I might be killing someone that literally doesn’t need to die-

✍ ITS JUST ME MYSELF AND I

🛒 I like talking about hybrids cause they add do much for movement, description etc!

🎢 Spore Family or WTFWBTR

✨ great job on your emotions! Their very cobblesome

💋 Depends on how the rest of the fic is but most of the time I love em!

🎶 Depending on what I’m writing I’ll play my love songs playlist for love fics/sad fics, whoever my current favourite artist is(Erykah BADUUUUU) for literally any or my main playlist for silly ones cause it just hits different(or of that fic has a playlist based on it that’s what I’ll play)

🛠 Apple notes app…

⛔ A lot actually! Sometimes my ideas don’t work with my thought process

🙋‍♀️ four actually!

🍦 AUs I probably won’t finish! They’re sometimes so sweet.

🍷 I think soda- (I’m a minor)

🍆 Nope! I leave that kinda of stuff for 🌸🐚🌹

🌞 night time so no one I live with comes in and messes up my idea flow

💖 I don’t know… I can’t remember..I started back in late 2020/early 2021

💌 I love it so much! I love hearing other peoples opinions!

❌ Exes that know that don’t work together get back together cause they can’t live without each other or one is in love the other only just likes them🤮

💲 actually they are open!

🧐 if it needs something I don’t know about 30mins-2hours

🏆 I called upon a group chat and I was finally answered.(Cause obviously it’s a chatfic)

🎃 I haven’t yet! Maybe Christmas or Easter for like more family kinda ones

🎯 not yet~ I’m just that good at hiding it

🎨 Id love to have some! Only got one from my irl

📈 12 at this current moment

🦅 some I do, some I don’t🤷🏽‍♀️

👀 Snowbugs baking + poetry

🤗 Don’t worry if someone says your writing is cringy or stupid. If it makes you happy then work on it. One day you’ll be far better then you could’ve ever imagined

💞 Scott Smajor and LaurenZside(but I don’t post those cause those are mainly just for me to be happy)

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcannon(send plz, Also Aether from Genshin Impact)

🤩 Lizzie, Grian and Scott(I mainly watch just them so I know how to write them best.)

🤲 I hope one day you are to see your greatness too. I know that one day is not near, but I make promise that I will make you have the love I have always have for you. 

😬 ALL(homophobic family members + this is my way to escape from them all😭)

🎉 what ships its uses, and the way it’s write + what type of fic it is

✅ one character just losing someone close to them(I don’t mean it! It’s just my abandonment issues sneaking into my writing)

📚 Yes! I enjoy it and can write so much when motivated but I think I won’t last cause sometimes I just can’t write at all

⌛ Depends on how much motivation I have that day

🤯 action💔 I suck at writing fighting scenes and such. I can’t describe what I think into words probably

💔 WTFWBTR

💥 I love to know how I can fix myself! I know that I’m not perfect so please do tell me when I’m wrong

🤭 Flower husbands…

🥰 I love it! I makes me feel so happy when someone says something even if I was just a spelling error cause I can’t realise them sometimes😭 plus it’s always fun to hear what they think might happen and take that(with permission) and add it to what I’m doing

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

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[love-and-books320]

You reblog all this stuff about the Hunger Games and ATLA yet claim to be Pro-Israel. You can’t support revolution in media yet when people fight against a colonialist state irl you say they aren’t fighting properly.

Do you think indigenous Americans weren’t fighting back ‘the right way’. Native South Africans? What about the people of India and Pakistan? There is no right way to fight against a colonial state.

You can not be pro-Israel and Pro-peace. To be pro-Israel is to be pro-colonists. That is Pro-Violence. You can’t say “Those things happened awhile ago. Israel is a place now” When people are still alive from the Nakba. When they are still invading and stealing land. You are watch colonialism happen and you are on the side of the colonists.

I say this with kindness and love but maybe you should look at those stories you love so much. It’s just disappointing to see someone miss the point because this colonization seems too grey to them.

It was complicated to American Colonizers too.

And Australian

And South African

And in India.

Now that colonization happens infront of your face you claim again that it’s too complicated.

But this probably won’t change your mind. Which is disappointing because you seem very nice if not slightly blinded. I hope you stay well and you do better ❤️

hi anon!! First I wanna thank you for taking the time to reach out bc if someone’s gonna dislike me or my opinion I’d rather them talk to me about it first! This might be long but I hope at least you read it lol

First i want to say what I’ve always said about this. What Israel is doing is wrong. Personally, I believe that Israel has a right to exist because when it was created that was where most Jews were living at the time because it was their homeland and because the holocaust had driven them out of a pretty much all of Europe. Fleeing Jews were even denied access to America, that’s how horrible it was. There are also valid reasons it shouldn’t have been created that I can agree with. But it a state now. Most ppl living there were born there. If you want to get rid of the whole state you’ll either have to forcibly remove those ppl from their homes or kill them.

which, I agree, is what Israel is trying to do to Palestinians rn, which is insanely horrible and disgusting. I hate Israel’s gov so much. I’m serious. But I do think Israel has a right to have a gov(not this one, but a better one), I don’t support Israel rn but I do support Israel as a whole if that makes sense???

You mentioned the indigenous American people. And yes I agree, huge screw up on America’s part. But what would you have happen? The USA is a colonized state so would you…decolonize it?? Just kick out or kill all Americans who have been living here for generations? That shouldn’t have happened to the indigenous ppls but it shouldn’t happen to the American ppl now. It shouldn’t happen to anyone.

“from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free” that means all the land will belong to Palestine. Israel is between the river and the sea. To completely eradicate Israel as a state would require killing just as many if not more Jews than Arabs are being killed rn. Your answer to a genocide should not be a genocide of the oppressors. That goes for both sides, also kinda a banger line???

my main issue is with Hamas, a terrorist group that kills ppl who wants peace, rapes women, and hides behind women and children to protect themselves. Check the UN’s statements. This is not all Palestinians and does not justify what Israel is doing. But I do hate Hamas.

also you talk a lot about colonization and Israel being a colonizer state. But it’s not like Israel was already a state, invaded Palestine and said this is ours now. That’s what colonization typically is. Instead the area was colonized by Britain(I assume no one wants to go back to that??) and Arabs were living there. Before ww1, even, Jews started to migrate there bc it was their homeland. During and after the holocaust it became the main place for Jews to go, resulting in most jews(a number far far smaller than before the holocaust) living there. So the UN made it into Arab and Jewish states. The UN. Not a country. The UN.

also the Jews were the first ppl living there. Ever. Then they were colonized by the Romans, then the Arabs, then Ottoman Empire, the Brit’s, etc. If we were to really truly decolonize the land, it would belong to the Jews.

that’s not what I believe tho. I think Israel and Palestine should share it equally in peace and I hope and pray that one day that will happen. And if you hate me or think me blindsided for that….maybe your the one who’s not pro peace.

Forgive me for spelling errors or untrue facts. I really hope there are none but I am human, and therefore can be influenced by propaganda and fake news. And sorry if that sounded mean I love you so much anon thanks for reaching out!!!!

[narcolini]

biting truth

frank castle x gn!reader, angst/whump, 2693 words

warnings for mentions of violence & injury, canon typical events

for day 9 of whumpril: pinned down | bruises | “who did this to you?”

a/n: just an fyi the fic contains some roughhousing that i would nevverrrrrr tolerate or think was suitable in an irl relationship but... its fiction and hes frank so . we ride

tagging: @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc​ 

He’s moved it, he must have done. Probably thinks he’s protecting you, too, thinks that you wouldn’t even miss it. Like this is any safer, rooting around blindly for the touch of metal. He’s forgetting, obviously, that being with him is as much of a fucking threat as being him. That the target on his head reflects right back onto yours, red dot between your brows. All he’s done is strip away the one certainty you had. It’s okay, you thought, if someone comes, because it’s right there in the drawer.

‘Frank,’ you shout, pawing through the clutter in your bedside, ‘I swear to God, if you’ve touched my shit again.’

If shouldn’t even be in that sentence, because he has. He definitely has.

You abandon the pens and wires in the drawer, and reach for the laundry hamper, upturning a weeks worth of dirty clothes onto the floor. Nothing heavy falls out, so you don’t bother rifling through it afterwards. He’s not dumb enough to stash it in there, anyway, desperate as you are.

The bed is your next target; you grunt, lifting the mattress from the frame and shoving it diagonally. Opening up any hiding places that might lie beneath, but there’s no luck there, either. Just slats of wood and old shoe boxes. Fuck.

Before you can put it back and begin fixing the mess you’ve made, the war zone in your own bedroom, there’s a cough at the door—a forced one. Frank clearing his throat to get your attention. When you look up, he’s standing slanted against the doorframe, watching you scramble, arms crossed and waiting.

You can’t help but glare in return. ‘Where is it, Frank?’

He exhales, head tilting, like his day’s been any harder than yours has. ‘Where’s what?’

‘My fucking gun,’ you snap, because surely he knows, regardless of his ignorance to the rest of it—what happened, what you endured—that, he knows.

But he says nothing. He just continues to look at you, arms crossed, gaze steady. Forced patience like every father has. So, you carry on searching, moving around the wonky mattress to root through his bedside instead, which is despairingly empty. Un-lived in. He’s still not been in one place long enough to gather clutter like you have.

‘Now’s not the time to be precious,’ you snark, slamming the drawer shut again. ‘I want it back.’

You get a sigh instead of an answer. ‘You gonna tell me what happened?’ he asks. ‘To your face?’

It was only a matter of time before he noticed that. Probably clocked it as soon as you got home, really, despite the efforts you made to hide it. You’d hurried into the bedroom before he had time to ask, head down, face to the floor, but that was a doomed tactic to start with. Too unlike you to go unchallenged by him.

Now that he’s standing there, parallel, you can hardly hide the bruises on your neck, the dried blood under your nose. Can hardly convince him that it’s anything other than what it is—because he knows, he knows what a fight looks like—but you can play his game in return. You’re just as good at biting your tongue as he is.

‘No,’ you tell him, definite.

He nods, standing out of his lean. ‘Alright,’ he says, as if that’s the end of it.

But it isn’t, because you’re still at a disadvantage. You put your hand out, palm up, and step forward until you’re directly in front of him. Fingertips to his chest. The hall light sits behind the crown of his head, shining onto your face, highlighting the bruises. The blood. It doesn’t matter. ‘Give me the gun,’ you demand.

‘No.’

‘Frank.’

He shrugs, inviting the stand-off to settle. Head hard and jaw set. He could do this all day.

‘Fine.’ You’ll strip the apartment bare until you find it. He can even watch, if he likes.

When you try to move around him, he blocks you, his arm going up to grip a palm to the doorframe. You push against it, but he tenses. Pause to look at him, brow raised, and he just looks back at you, stubborn.

Really? That’s what he’s fighting you on, after everything, your right to own firearms? If it wasn’t so maddeningly annoying, you’d laugh. If you weren’t still running on adrenaline, and pain, and deep, untouched fear, you’d tell him so. You’d make him see how absurd he’s being, given the weapon that he is himself.

Instead, you duck under his barrier before he can stop you, and ignore the way he calls your name afterwards—like a curse—to hot-foot into the living room. It has to be in here somewhere. Even he wouldn’t dispose of it entirely.

‘Will you just talk to me?’ he complains, boots heavy on the floorboards. He’s hounding after you, of course, through the short hallway, between the couches, into the kitchenette.

Where is it? Where would he put it?

You open the cabinet under the sink, then slam it shut again.

‘You come home,’ he says, hovering behind, ‘with that shit all over your face, and you expect me to just ignore it?’

‘I expect you to trust me,’ you quip back. ‘The only person you ever trust is…’

You spin, piece slotting into the puzzle at last. It’s on him still. He hasn’t hidden it at all, because he’s the only one he trusts to use it.

‘Give it to me.’

He sniffs, stalling, then nods a fraction, hands propped on his waist. ‘When you tell me what you need it for.’

You dive at him, too sick of bickering to bother with anything other than action now, reaching for the back of his jeans. When your arms aren’t quite long enough to get there, you hook his belt loops instead, twisting him toward you. And that’s as far as you get, because, well, it’s Frank. You can never out-step him.

He grabs your biceps before you can try to reach it a second time, which—God—which triggers something you didn’t expect, a reaction like you’re there again, like you’re in between buildings downtown, struggling to get free, and you slap him. Not hard, but palms flat and directionless. Panic swatting to get away from him, his chest, his arms, anything besides working toward the gun; for a moment, you’ve forgotten about the gun.

You catch his face once before he makes any firm efforts to stop you, his head turning from the impact.

Then you’re against the wall behind, not roughly, but in a controlled way. Walked back and put there, with his grip on your arms light enough to leave wiggle room still.

‘Get off me,’ you bark, shaping guilt into anger. Too high to come back down yet, to realise it’s Frank, your frank, that you’re fighting against.

‘Not until you—hey. Hey!’ He drops his hold to your wrists, pinning them to the wall by your sides. Arms forced straight and motionless at last. ‘Stop,’ he instructs, voice taut in his effort not to shout, ‘stop it. Tell me what’s going on.’

You try him again, curving under his hold. Hips to his, spine arching, fists bumping the drywall. He doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even look mad.

‘Get off me, Frank.’

‘Who did this to you?’ he asks, looking more concerned than annoyed, despite the situation. His heavy brows sink together, his eyes scan your face like you’re something to be ret-conned. Worry printed behind the dark of them. ‘Tell me.’

‘I won’t.’

He hasn’t even seen the worst of the bruising, doesn’t really know what you’re protecting him from yet. You aren’t doing it to be stubborn, or mysterious, or to give yourself power over something he can’t reach. You won’t tell him because it’ll make things worse, because it’ll possess him beyond rationality and then you’ll have nothing left, just aches and an empty apartment.

‘Please just leave it,’ you try, attempting to soften him. ‘It’s dealt with.’

Again, he doesn’t budge. He adjusts his hold, bringing your hands up, elbows bent. ‘We can stay like this as long as you want.’

Your nostrils flare, and you know you’re looking at him with venom, because the plea didn’t work, and he’s a mule that won’t budge, and it doesn’t matter, right now, that you love him still, under it all, because he’s winning. He’s winning. You don’t have the same unwavering patience that he does—when it comes to you. His lungs are scooping in breaths, as riled up as you are, but his hands are firm, his grip steady. His jaw flexes as he waits you out. And he wins.

‘Fine,’ you concede, ‘alright. Just—get off me. I’ll tell you.’

He considers it for a moment before deciding you aren’t lying, then breaks free. Palms open, boots back. You rub your wrists, though they aren’t hurting, and flick him a sour look.

‘Well?’ he prompts.

‘Jesus, okay.’ It’s concern, you know, that’s drawn the urgency out of him. It’s the bruise under your eye, and the blood on your nose, staring back at him, but, God, if it doesn’t feel like a punishment. Like you’ve done wrong yourself, instead of being the victim in the first place. ‘It was Billy,’ you admit, and your voice pinches at the end like it might break. If you could give him a different name, any other name, you would do it happily. Easily. Saying Billy’s is like tugging the pin from a grenade and holding onto it afterwards. Waiting.

He frowns, speaking carefully around the word, ‘Billy?’

‘Yes, Billy.’

‘What happened?’

‘Well, Frank, he tried to snatch me to use as bait.’ You walk past him, aimless, and pause again once you’re by the kitchen island. ‘But he forgot to account for the fact I’m not easily fucking abducted.’

All that special, super secret, military service, and he didn’t even bother to look into your own history. Your training. You aren’t military standard, but you know how to fight well enough to have caught him off-guard. Which was all you needed, apparently.

‘He hurt you,’ Frank says. A statement, not a question, said to help him process it. You watch him chew it over in his head, and you know where it takes him. You had tried to avoid it.

‘No more than I hurt him,’ you reply, attempting to sound reassuring. ‘Was like fighting a fucking clone of myself.’

It’s not entirely true, because he had the up on you in terms of height, weight, intent—he wanted you to go with him, for the sake of his cause. For the sake of Frank. You just wanted to make enough of a scene that he couldn’t succeed. But it isn’t entirely false, either. You had got a swipe of nails cross his cheek, a knee to the soft of his groin. It was like cats, by the end, slapping paws at each other, biting ears. No rules and no tact, either. He couldn’t do anything once you’d found a crowd to push into, wouldn’t do something insane enough to get the advantage again, so you went.

‘I got into the Subway before he could stop me,’ you add.

You’d watched him from the safety of the carriage, doors shut firmly between the two of you, feeling victorious. Now, looking at Frank, it’s obvious your win was just a pause in the fight, a moment to catch your breath.

He’s flexing his hands, curling them in and out of fists. You watch him lick his lip, nodding, watch his expression change like he’s talking to himself. Working it all out behind his skull and you’re not invited.

‘You can relax, Frank. You’ve officially go the upper hand.’ Billy’s plan to get at him, to draw him out of the cracks, has failed. He can’t try it again now that it’s laid bare, spelled out for Frank to work around.

‘He tried to—’

‘But he didn’t, did he?’ You flap your arms, gesturing to yourself. ‘I’m fine. Crisis averted.’

The look he gives you in return makes you falter. Tugs your heart from under all the stress, the print of adrenaline, and reminds it of itself. What it beats for. He looks seconds away from darting out of here, like the moment of misjudgement before a deer leaps across the highway. Your gun is in his waistband already. His boots are on. It’d take him less than a minute to ruin everything, to be gone before you could stop him.

When you speak again, it’s with half the bite and conviction of before. More of a bargain, a plea, than anything else. ‘Don’t make all of this for nothing by walking into his trap anyway.’

It’s not your life you were fighting for, it was his. If Billy got you to where he wanted, you know how it would’ve gone down. A life for a life. Frank would’ve agreed to it without a thought, in a heartbeat, would have sacrificed himself before Billy even got a knife to your throat. Before a threat was even laid.

He’s thinking about it still. Wants to end this now, instead of waiting for the next play.

‘So what was your plan?’ he asks suddenly, half-scoffing. He can barely look at you as he says it. ‘You were gonna go out there, and kill him yourself?’

You don’t know what stings more, the doubt in his voice that you could, or the idea that you’d be dumb enough to try, knowing what he’d do in return if it all went wrong.

‘All I’m ever doing, Frank, is trying to protect you from yourself.’ You’re hissing the words out at him, forcing them through your teeth. ‘Forgive me, if I want to protect my own life every once in a while.’

You don’t want to kill Billy, you don’t even have the mental space to imagine it. You just want a weapon that would stop him the next time he tries, if he tries. You won’t be lucky a second time around. Billy wouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating you twice, especially now that you’ve left your mark on him.

Frank is breathing heavy enough for you to hear it, his chest up and down under the black of his shirt. It’s not frustration anymore, but fear. Control slipping out from beneath him. He can’t expect you to hide, or live in the shadows like he does. He knows not to ask it of you.

‘You shouldn’t have to do that,’ he says.

You sigh. You don’t need to answer him, don’t need to remind him that, well, yes. You do have to do it. And you’re far too deep into the mess of it all to step out of range now.

‘Billy won’t,’ he starts, though you both know he’ll be lying by the end of it. ‘He won’t come near you again. Alright? You don’t need to…’

You put your hand out again. Your voice is soft now. ‘It’ll make me feel better,’ you say, ‘please.’

He pauses, for a drawn out moment, with his gaze somewhere on the ground in front of him. Then he reaches behind, to pull the gun from his jeans, and passes it to you.

Billy won’t, he said, he shouldn’t. But he might, and that’s a truth that neither of you can try to hide from each other. A reality that sits in the room already.

‘Thank-you,’ you breathe, relieved now that it’s in your hand, and soon it’ll be back by the bed where it belongs. A safety net you hope you’ll never bounce in.

Frank nods, running his tongue over his gums. When he finally connects again, his eyes on yours, expression tired more than anything else, you smile. Or try to. He doesn’t match the gesture, turning to leave instead.

‘I’ll run a bath,’ he says, ‘get you cleaned up.’

‘Alright.’ 

You know how it goes. Clean, soothed, and back to argue about it all over again.

[whengeorgiawentblue]

I want to think he and jensen are in a relationship where maybe they still consider themselves straight but I can’t wrap my mind around what would motivate him to identify as straight when he hadn’t before, when he looks so happy and giddy joking about liking men, and everybody was telling him to let it go. I don’t even know how to feel. I don’t feel good with any answers, because I want cockles to be real so much but I get upset thinking that even somebody like misha still feels pressured to hide his sexuality, that he would lie and throw us and stands under the bus for being supportive and having faith in him, and that he would claim a major Hollywood studio WANTS people to literally queerbait irl if that wasn’t true either. Am I dumb for feeling this way? I feel like I’m gaslit into thinking he’s the victim in the situation so I can’t even appreciate the integrity it would have taken for him to apologize in the event that he was being asked by his bosses to let people praise him for coming out

It's ok if you feel that way, personally I'm no longer so worried about how Misha identifies in public. I admit I was very disappointed when the bishagate happened last year, but I finally came to terms with that. Identities are a very complex issue, and we should respect how Misha identifies publicly, whether is straight, bi or whatever.

I would also add that, in my personal experience, I've met plenty of guys who had sex with men but identified as straight. Last week I had sex with a man who said he was "straight"... I think that's more common in very closeted men (like this guy); if Misha is bi, I'm sure he would be very open about it to family and close friends, but I think he would still be closeted to the public. Maybe he doesn't feel comfortable being so open to everybody. But that's just my opinion.

On the other hand, if Misha is totally straight and cockles therefore has never been romantic and/or sexual, that doesn't invalidate Jensen and Misha friendship. It's evident they absolutely love each other and they are extremely close. It's still a beautiful friendship and I'm more than happy with that.

[the-fiction-witch]

Breed P2

Media Irl X Scifi

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Breed Series

Smut Nudity/ Sexual Discussions 

He took me to a ship and chained me inside on a small blue bed beside the window giving my head a kiss before storing my stuff and heading thought to the front of the ship, leaning over the chairs at the front fiddling with controls.

"I don't even know your name" I pouted

"Thomas" he chuckled

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm taking you to linly"

"How far is that?"

"About four days trip. That's without hyperdrive thought the damn things busted again" he explained the ship jolting as we started to move slowly rising up to the correct altitude leaving the planet behind

"What are we taking?" I asked

"Main quad till asamath then east till home" he explained leaving the ship to drive itself fixing his shirt as he headed back to the same area as me making a coffee

"How-" I began

"You know you ask alot of questions" he sighed leaning on the counter

"Sorry"

"It's fine. Relax princess. Natural for you to be curious about where your going. Not that it matters. You'll be lucky to see outside the castle once we're back"

"Castle?"

"Yes castle. In lenis. I've already got a suite being set up for you" he explained

"Why am I in the castle?'

"Because I live there. I'm not having you off somewhere hard to get to? Firstly it's inconvenient for me secondly I can't trust anyone not to give your location away and thus I have my little breeder being used by other people" he explained

"Understandable. So you live in a castle?'

"All lords do. Use to be alot more of us. But... things happen" he said

"Sorry."

"It's fine." He says having his coffee "ohh and just a heads up Millie is not going to like you"

"Millie?"

"My wife" he shurgs

"Your what! Your married!"

"Yes. Not by choice. One of the last lords o didn't get a choice in the matter. Relax o barely see her and when I do she just tells at me."

"Why don't you just... you know?

"Breed"

"Yeah, With her?'

"I can't. She's infertile. As barren as Helios that girl" he sighed

"Then why stay married to her?"

"Because of families and politics. It's complained. Having you upstairs is just far easier" he explained

"Alright" I sighed

"What is your name anyway?"

"Y/n"

"Y/n. Awww cute. Well four day trip guess we should get comfortable"

I had to admit, as much as I didn't like it. He was a perfect gentleman. We were deep into our third day of traveling with not much to see out the windows but stars, and infinite blackness. I was concerned that the moment I was chained on the ship I'd be forced on my back until we reached his home planet but the most he had done was give me goodnight kisses. I was allowed the one bed given I was chained to it, he fed me, allowed me full rein of the ship or as full as my chain would allow, and he slept in the pilots seat.

Where he currently sat sleeping with a blanket over him, for a while I just sort of watched him his slow gentle breaths, his occasional shifts, the way he would clearly have something happen in his dreams which would cause his rose to wrinkle and his brow to lower.

I had actually been watching him for… a creepy amount of time as he stirred a little and gently opened his eyes immediately seeing me, I looked away trying to hide it but I knew he had caught me and he smiled a little

"Morning princess"

"Morning"

"Sleep okay?"

"Fine"

"Good."

"What did happen? To linly and all?" I asked

"I'll tell you someday" he says "uhhh I need a coffee. Something strong too" he sighed pushing his blanket away and heading over to the kitchen area to make himself a coffee, I couldn't help looking at him given what I knew was eventually going to happen to me, between us. As he stood barefoot on the ships floor, his loose brown and blue striped pants he had worn to sleep them hung a little low so much so it was obvious he hadn't bothered with underwear below them, his bare back exposed he hadn't slept in a shirt either but his chain still around his neck. He turned to face me coffee in hand leaning his butt Against the counter glancing out the window as he took the first tender sips of his fresh coffee letting out a blissful sigh resting the cup against his bare chest, his chest was hairless almost completely, all but the small blonde trail of hair heading downwards from his stomach, his pants so low I could see the start of the V that headed downwards too. He glanced from the window to me and immediately I moved my view to the floor.

The corner of his lip curled into a sly smile giving me an expectant glare as he sipped his coffee.

"What?" I snapped

"Enjoying yourself?"

"What?"

"Enjoying the view there y/n?"

"No!"

"Liar. You like looking at me?"

"Just leveling the playing field"

"That your best excuse?"

"It's not an excuse you've seen me. I was meerly -"

"I don't care." He chuckled "your my breeder. I couldn't give less of a shit" he shrugs

"We've been here three days in a single class ship you can't blame me for being curious. You've seen me it's only leveling the playing field"

"True" he nods "well there's one place you have yet to see"

"Yeah?"

"Did you want to?" He smirked

"No!" I snapped turning away slightly

"Alright I only asked princess" he laughed "the field will be level when we land on linly. Well maybe a while after give you time to adjust and all plus I have a meeting and ten and I don't know if I can be asked to fuck you then go do a meeting just seems annoying."

"Won't your wife want to see you?"

"I don't imagine so"

"Why not she's your wife?"

"I did explain we hate each other" he laughed "we're married for politics not because like each other. No she'll be up in her suite with her toys"

"Her toys? What she crafts? Toy ship's? Dolls?" I asked

"Danny and Ali"

"Uhhh?"

"Her toys. Danny and Ali. They for her are the equivalent to what you are to me" he smirked "picked them up for her a while back both as infertile as she is so nothing to worry about their so she goes up in her suite and plays with toys" he explained setting his now empty cup down

"So will I be your toy?"

"Pretty much. But you're useful." He says coming over and taking my face in his hands kissing the top of my head "so don't let her get to you" he says "now. I'm going to get dressed, you have fun"

"I'm sure I will" I rolled my eyes

"Don't take that tone with me princess. Or I'll give you a spanking" he winked heading to the bathroom

"Sorry master" I said acting up as innocent as possible

"And you take that tone with me again I'll deep throat you we clear?"

"Yes"

"Good girl" he says heading into the bathroom so I looked out the window trying to entertain myself but "and y/n?"

"Yes?" I asked glanced back to the bathroom door and I was admitted taken back as he leant his shoulder against the doorframe still shirtless but now having pushed his pants down enough to reveal his half hard erection leaving no inch of him hidden to me he was different then I imagined the hair continued down but given its blonde colour it's was fairly un noticeable, his V guided your eyes so perfectly to his shaft, he wasn't that thick but made up for it in length even if he was only half hard, his shaft featured a couple prominent veins, his head seeming desperate for attention.

I blushed bright red when I saw him and he just smirked.

"To quell your curiosity princess" he winked before going back into the bathroom.

[introducingmiggymackerel]

Episode 3 thoughts dump before I go hang out with my feelings for a while (I’m good that was just A Lot)

(Preface to this post: I trust y’all to know when I’m talking about irl!Ranboo and gl!Ranboo. Also all of my questions are theoretical - you don’t need to answer them lol)

That was damn scary dude

I knew pretty quickly that it was still the show. Everything seemed to convenient and linear. It was too easy was it that he just happened to stumble upon a shop full of weapons and gear when he and Charlie were looking for a place to hide.

We all were sus of Hetch but I didn’t clock that he was in control necessarily, I theorized that maybe he was an ex-employee out for revenge, but not once did I think he was still working for Showfall

I didn’t participate in any (either?) of the votes in this ep bc it like. Didn’t feel right. Bc at this point voting only showed Showfall that making Ranboo suffer was entertaining, so they’d do it as long as we watched. I honestly didn’t think they’d go with the vote no matter if we picked live or die anyway. It seemed like he was too useful to them for them to just let him go like that. But also if they have the means to keep people like Charlie alive, do we know if Ranboo is truly dead?

Ohhhh but then do we know if they would have killed him either way?

(Tbh I would have loved to see Ranboo scream at us for choosing “live”. Why would we do that to him? Do we like watching him suffer? You’re all freaks! This is real!)

That’s a fuck ton of people in those credits huh!!!!!

Ranboo must sure be proud of himself (in the ironic way and in the genuine way)

That was fantastic. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Mans is 19 years old and said I’m gonna do the most ambitious and compelling shit anyone has ever done with live entertainment and then he DID

Charlie is absolutely still alive

Hetch didn’t say a single true thing up until those last few minutes. He just said whatever he thought would make Ranboo want to keep going

Fascinated that instead of blaming Showfall for everyone’s deaths, Ranboo blamed himself for not doing more. From a writing perspective, it could have been so easy for “real” Ranboo to be flat and generic if he has no memories of his past and therefore no experiences to draw from, but he absolutely had a fully fleshed-out personality

Ranboo “breaking out” of the control very briefly during the other eps was all part of the plan. Holy shit

How much did Sneeg know? Was that scripted?

I know the character is (maybe?) dead but we can’t rely on the lights on the mask anymore. That whole sequence where he stabbed the drone and then took the bow? He was under control from the moment Hetch gave him that map

“Your world” send tweet

Bucket of red slime.

Was Ranboo putting in the wrong code scripted? Would any of them have been correct? And was Hetch’s anger at Ranboo not following the audience choice genuine?

Tl;dr Squiggles my abhorred

[totallynotbat]

Revenge for a Father - Tickletober 18 + 19 

Decided to combine both Days 18 and 19 which is Chase and Revenge, it works well. 

I am going to do Day 16 soon, it’s just a bit late, half of my fics for tickletober might be released in November-

I might turn this into a full fic- it’s a small Drabble-

Summary: Tommy and Wilbur get some much needed revenge. (IRL) 

Warning: Swearing, brief feet tickling.

Small gift for @soft--dragon, based off of her ‘Brothers Mini Drabble’, I saw these prompts and went, “OKAY-“ 

RELATIONSHIP IS PLATONIC! No ship tagging!

“You know Toms, there has been one person who hasent been tickled to death yet.” Wilbur smirked, Tommy looking and grinning down at Phil. 

“Shit.” Phil thought, backing up a bit. 

Run. 

Phil booked it across the hall, trying to find a place to hide, Tommy and Wilbur followed.

“Can’t run from us forever Philza!” Tommy called out.

Phil found himself at the other side of Wilbur’s home, gasping for breath as he tried to avoid the two gremlin men.

“Hey Dadza.” 

Phil found himself tackled onto the floor with a yelp, Wilbur wrapping his arms quickly around Phil’s waist, holding him down, before placing them near his sides.

“You ready for some revenge?” Wilbur looked up at Tommy. 

“Hell yeah.” Tommy smirked, kneeling down on the floor next to Phil. 

Before Phil could do anything, Wilbur began scribbling across Phil’s sides. 

Phil squeaked, not wanting to give them the benefit of laughing so soon, Phil bit his lip, a smile on his face.

“Come on Dadza, why don’t you laugh for us?” Wilbur cooed, going across the man’s sides up and down. 

“Nrgh!-Never!” 

Wilbur lightly traced Phil’s ears, hearing a small giggle from the man. “Oh was that a giggle I heard?” 

“I think it was~” Tommy cooed, tracing Phil’s side, hearing another giggle followed by a squeak. 

“You can’t keep this up forever Phil~” Wilbur cooed, tracing Phil’s neck, leaning into Phil’s ear. 

“Tickle Tickle-TickleTickleTickle!” Wilbur began teasing and blowing on Phil’s ears.

“PFFT-NO! Ahaha! Hehehehahaha!” Phil broke into light bubbly giggles, the teasing making him crack. 

“Aw! There we go!” Wilbur cooed. 

“Did you think we forgot about you? No we haven’t!” Tommy smirked, poking Phil’s lower ribs.

“TOHOMS NOHOT THEREHEHE!” Phil screamed out. “STAHAHAP IT!” 

“Hm, nah!” Tommy smiled, continuing to tease the man sensitive bones. 

Phil squirmed around, laughing wildly as Wilbur and Tommy both poked around his sides and ribs. 

“Aw! Your so giggly it’s adorable!” Tommy cooed. 

Phil’s already red blush darkened more, him covering up his face with his free hands. “Shuhuhut up! Nahat adorable!” 

“Your giggling says otherwise!” Wilbur smirked tracing his neck again.

“Whihill!” Phil chuckled behind his hands.

“Why are you trying to hide yourself Phil?” Wilbur smiled, wiggling his fingers across the man’s underarms. 

Phil squeaked, removing his hands from his mouth. 

“You can continue Wilbur, Niki wants to know if your alive still.” Tommy laughed as he grabbed his phone and began texting. 

Wilbur rolled his eyes, continuing to tickle the blonde from below, smiling at the giggles he got in response. 

“Whihihihilbur! Plehehease it- NAHAT THEREHEHE!!!” 

Tommy was a bit scared of and flinched from Phil’s sudden scream, reliazing that Wilbur began skittering across his sides.

“NOHOHO PLEASE WHIHIHIHILBUR!” Phil squealed, squeaking when Wilbur began teasing his ribs, wiggling his fingers over the hardcore streamers bones. 

“How does it feel Dadza?!” Wilbur said in a dramatic tone, skittering over his sides then going back to his ribs to keep the man guessing. “You could’ve avoided this if you didn’t side with Tommy!” 

“WHIHIHIHILBUR!” Phil tried protesting, but before he could say anything else, Wilbur scuttled a hand through his neck and his laughter overtook his pleads, which turned into helpless babbling. 

“It was going to happen either way!” Tommy crowed, holding his phone towards the two men. 

Phil rolled his eyes with a whine. “IM DISOWNING BOHOHOTH OF YOUHOU!” 

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” Wilbur called out, vibrating his fingers right into Phil’s stomach. 

“NOHOHO WHIHILL!” Phil squeaked, squirming around on the floor. 

Tommy smiled, putting his phone down, going back down to grab Phil’s thigh, lightly squeezing it. 

“TOHOHOHOMY!!!” Phil squealed, kicking his leg out in a fit of high pitch laughter.

“Hmm, let’s see…” Tommy smirked. “Philll~ I think I found something good.” He held down his ankles, slowly taking Phil’s socks off.

“Tommy don’t you dare!” Phil glared playfully. 

“Oh I dare Philza Minecraft!” Tommy said, tracing his nails across Phil’s exposed foot. 

“Ehehehehahaha! TOHOHOHOMY!!!” Phil squealed, curling his foot up as he laughed. 

“Aww!” Wilbur cooed, tracing Phil’s neck. 

“Ehehehe! Bohohys! Itit Thihihickles!” Phil squeaked. 

“Well that’s the point!” Tommy smirked, wiggling his fingers in between his toes. 

“PFFT- HAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOMY NAHAHAT THEREHEHE!!!” Phil squealed, kicking out his legs with a squeal. 

“Aww! This is so cute!” Wilbur cooed, scribbling across Phil’s exposed belly. 

“STAHAHAP STAHAP PLEHEHEASE!!!” Phil screamed. 

The two stopped after a few minutes, leaving Phil a giggly mess.