#yoyo writes

[bitchsister]

do you think bucky will go crazy over how tiny and cute curt's hands were when they wrapped around his huge hard cock? do you think he will bite or kiss them any chance he gets? curt's stubby fingers...tiny pawsss 🥺

Y-yeah…….. 🥲 now that you mention it….

I’m continuing assuming you’re talking about the Lucky Charms modern AU, since he was caught by Stranger Bucky being so TEEEEENY TIIIIIIIINY. I also am switching back to past tense because the present is so frightening.

EmotwinkoliverCurt is 100% the Vibe

Sexy Attorney Bucky

I didn’t know I needed Modern Stoner Curtis and Lawyer Bucky but …

“I can’t get it.” Curt grumbled, twisting the top of the plastic soda bottle he’d wedged between his twisting hand and his chest for leverage. “It hurts. Look. They turned fuckin’ red.” He showed his palms to Bucky, who clicked his tongue.

“Well, you gave it hell.” Bucky eyed the teeth marks in the plastic lid once he grabbed the bottle, Curt having resulted a few times to using his second greatest asset as a tool to procure what now seemed to be liquid gold.

So close, but so far away.

Tsssss

It was utterly fucking annoying how fast Bucky twisted the cap off, taking a swig for himself.

“Hey… Gimme that.”

Bucky caught the hands that were grabbing at his own, eyeing the reddened palms that burned. “You know the saying, hm? Righty tighty—“

“Oh shut up, you fucking idiot.” Curt wiggled his fingers, trying to grab his hands free from Bucky who’d sat at his desk within his home office, stacks of paperwork in front of him, so lovingly interrupted by Curt- who should be working on his literature review - to open a goddamn twist off bottle of soda. “I know which way to twist a fuckin’ lid. Be forreal.”

Bucky was silent for a moment, sat in his desk chair while Curt stood right in front of him, only a few inches taller than he in that moment. “Moody.” Bucky mused, the bottle of soda forgotten once he’d started kissing Curt’s palms that laid flat over his own. “Having a hard time with your paper?”

Curt sighed, his gaze descending to stare at the floor.

“Why don’t we take a break from work, then?” Bucky had already abandoned his papers, the case he’d been defending long forgotten amongst the peachy haze of Curtis Biddick. “Just awhile, yeah? Make your hands feel better.”

Bucky had fallen in love with Curt.

Quickly.

First, it was Lucky Charms and then, Bucky had been convinced he’d been fucking charmed. Perhaps Curt was being true when he said he was related to the infamous Lucky the Leprechaun. He’d been put under a spell, completely taken by a college student who simply couldn’t get his life together, but it had never been for lack of trying.

There was something so endearing about it.

“Make my hands feel better, hm?” Curt stepped forward, slotting himself between Bucky’s spread thighs where he pulled his palms away and slung his arms around Bucky’s shoulders, his head pressed to Curt’s belly and his big hands wrapped around his waist to pull him in where eventually there was no other choice but for him to sit in Bucky’s lap, legs draped over the side of his wheely chair, as he’d call it.

“Don’t you think?” Bucky mused, watching Curt reach down and pull his boyfriend’s cock free from his trousers, stood proudly against the New York sweater he’d borrowed.

The same one Curt’d been wearing the night they met.

Both of Curt’s hands began working over Bucky, his lips licking into his mouth and tasting Coca-cola. “Mr. Egan,” he whispered as Bucky let out a low and guttural moan. “Your client feels he’s been neglected. And — and he says he found cum on his papers..” Curt giggled softly, “Some lawyer.”

Bucky clenched his jaw, sucking a sharp breath between his teeth as he watched Curt’s hands, his little fingers, his tiny reddened palms. He needed two of them just to cover the length of him, one hand thumbing the tip while the other worked the base. “Mmm. Some lawyer.” He muttered back, taking note of the way Curt began to rut his ass against Bucky’s knee, a clear sign he wanted something inside him.

“Have you thought more about a plug?” Bucky whispered, his words chased by a moan into Curt’s neck. “If you had one in, it’d feel good when you did that.” He referenced Curt’s habit of grinding himself against anything when he got excited.

“And you want me to wear it to class?” Curt tried to meet Bucky’s feverish kiss with his own lips, but it was sloppy and wet. Delicious.

“Mm, yeah. ‘Course I do.” Bucky watched his hands again, soaking up every detail — the drops of milky precum that wet his little knuckles, and how small his wrists were. “Want you to text me while you wear it, hm? Tell me what it feels like.”

“What if you’re in court?”

“Don’t matter. Make me fuckin’ hard in front of ‘em.”

I have to stop I will literally write chapters of this I lack self control.

[yoyo-s-coffee]

a break from the murder

[yoyosbazaarsadventure]

The more I think about it, being a writer is like being a stand user. You have this little invisible guy (or multiple) kinda just in your thoughts and mind and beside you and you know them extremely closely and they came from you, and they're such a huge part of your life, but the people around you don't see or know them. and it's lonely and it feels like most of the people you encounter will never ever see them or know about one of the most important things to you. and then one day you meet other stand users/writers who also have their stands/characters and suddenly there are people who Get It and see what this thing is that's so important to you and know the workings of them and finally you have a way of being understood. and it's worth it and it's beautiful and it makes up for all of the time spent feeling like no one else would ever know you at that level. and then you lose half your numbers in the desert fighting DIO. i mean what who said that

[dailyoyo]

Aromantic Gum. you agree. reblog

[wr0ngwarp]

Jet Set Radio images .

also this an edit not a drawing but there's this also. even though this image makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER without context

ORIGINAL IMAGES UNDER THE CUT:

[tobebbanburg]

It's 2023, rotating your blobos is out, it's time to boing them like a yo-yo

[eyesofshan-if]

Pengu what do you mean the next chapter would take months to finish ????? No- not the angst *disintegrates*

the next chapter would have some pretty epic branching for all three ros that you've met so far + raon, so it's quite a massive chapter that i have planned out! still, it'll have a lot of tasty tidbits about our ros and their backgrounds, as well as their history with the commander, so i'm very excited to write it

[yoyo-inspace]

The way Alicent steps in front of Aegon is making me go wild. Already reblogged a post about how it’s so tragic for her in general in her view of herself as having to eternally sacrifice herself, her body, her personhood in service to the men around her. But still. The way she pushes Criston away, the way she steps in front, the way she clasps his hand. Because she might hate her son, and have so many complicated feelings about him. 

However, Otto never let her be certain that he loved her. He might - I think he does. But she hasn’t felt it, not like that. Not like she wanted. She’s realising she’s been used and abused and she’s never gotten that. I think she knows she’s used and abused her children in return. But in that moment? I think she knows they’re going to die. But she doesn’t want her son to die with that question unanswered. Do you love me? She wants to give him an answer before it’s all over for them. She wants to show it to herself too. She’s not her father. She will tell her son that she loves him in this one way she can in that moment. 

[dedtoot]

The story i told in the tags of a previous post made me remember a real funny thing

One time i was threatened over making a joke about yoyo, comparing him to ghiaccio from jjba

That person?

The same one who created the tab hot take

On a fucking series anniversary no less

Remember this happening very clearly cuz i just got into jsr back then

So yeah small world

[anonbinaryweirdo]

twirls hair soooooooooooo what does cecilia and scara think of each other? :)

huh Oliver was wrong I owe me twenty dollar

Cecilia, as you already know, adores him. absolutely. like, they've been through some shit together, and they've had their ups and downs years ago, but remember, he gave her a reason to live. literally. I mean, yeah, she tried to get him to kill her so many times before, as she didn't see she had anything left to live for... and she didn't. not unless you count her mother and her second-in-command, but it goes deeper than that. her heart was empty, mind was numb—even if she did mask it with flirting and a confident charisma—she knew she was nothing but miserable on the inside.

but, over time, maybe thanks to the small talk they had whenever they found themselves getting bored in his office, back in his older ways—or the fact that she noticed things that he didnt even know that he did. like, covering her with a blanket whilst clicking his tongue and insulting her under his breath as he left the room.

she eventually thought, "maybe this means something.." but kept her thoughts to herself. she found herself noticing small things about him, like how he'd spin his pen between his index finger and thumb whenever in thought, and how he would bite his lip whenever he got frustrated. she thought, maybe this meant something.

until he realized "oh shit I fell in love with her time to go back to hurting her to UNfall tf" "why am I falling deeper"

now, in present day, she's more than comfortable being who she really is around him; a lost little girl, who just wants to be loved by someone again. she's so sure that, she would be dead if she hadn't broken into his office those years ago—if she hadn't let him catch her two weeks after. and whenever she's not with him or in the same room as him for so long, she finds herself getting antsy, thinking about him and being with him constantly. she still plays it off when he gets back, though; "oh, darling, welcome home! don't worry, I didn't miss you too much—" (a lie) "—are you tired? oh well, we're going to bed early anyway. you don't get a choice."

and if something were to happen to him, or if he were to leave or die (somehow,,, Cecilia's an over thinker) she would never. and I mean never. be the same. she wouldn't even try to fake it. that'd be the last straw for her. but she would swear that it wouldn't be long until they saw each other again, so.. she doesn't stres too much.

she fell. and she fell hard. and, thinking she's mortal, scares her more than it does him. she wants to be with him forever. if not for him, she'd still be broken. a lot. she loves him more than anything, more than words can express. she finds herself staring with these love-filled eyes, and she knows she's staring. but... everything about him, is amazing to her. she doesn't deserve him. she knows that. she loves him. so much.

he saved her.

now, Scara?

we all know how he is. but he would have never guessed himself to fall in love with someone he hurt. too much. he doesn't understand why she's so infatuated with him, despite all of it. but... honestly? he's not complaining. but he swears he doesn't deserve her. why would celestia bring them together, of all people? at first, he thought it was a sick joke. and panicked. he couldn't afford to fall for her, not now. which is why he hurt her again, thinking it would get rid of what he was feeling, but it never did. it only got harder and harder to do, for some reason. the final straw was when she smiled at him. while he hurt her. he felt hurt.

he thinks about it. everytime he sees her being so content in his presence. he notices how, if they're close enough, they're practically in the same bubble. it's like she can't live without him. but little does he know that she literally can't. and little does she know, that he cant, either.

he feels safe when he's with her. warm. content.

happy.

as much as he doesn't like whenever it happens, he feels even more comfortable whenever he cries in her arms, and she just holds him. she lets him talk, if he wants to, and denies any negative thoughts or feelings he has for himself and what they have. she lets him know he's loved, and that she loves him, and nothing will change that. ever. when she kisses him, and caress his face with calloused fingertips, whispers into his ear about how much she adores him, he knows that he's home.

neither of them knew what having an actual "home" was like for years. they both walked around with masks, masking their true selves; hiding that they were just lost. numb. scared. a crying childe beyond their walls.

but they've found a home, with each other.

[bitchsister]

THE BOYS ARE PUBLICLY NAKED IN ITALY AND SO IN LOVE AND HORRIFICALLY NAUGHTY AND FULL OF FILTH!!!!

[wildnya]

I don't recommend researching anything on a certain blonde guy from Star Rail. If you don't know, just don't think about it too hard.

but i’m a curious wittle submissive and breedable catboy? i want to know 🥺🐱🥺

[netscapenavigaytor]

if i had a nickel for every time while headcanoning character dynamics that don't exist much in canon, i ended up making the fan-favorite yaoi pairing instead a worryingly toxic friendship that's only hanging on by a thread, i would have two nickels but it's weird that it happened twice

[dailyoyo]

you know i always really like to think abuot like. What if one interpretation of a character met a really different version. this is a premise i think about a lot for some reason.

and like it is really funny to think about with jsr in particular because several characters in my interps would either react with SEVERE hostility or just otherwise be difficult to be around. like so many of these guys upon being told "here's an alternate reality version of you" would NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. which is to say i thiunk it would be a great thing to happen.

[craetor]

I would love to hear any and all femme!Meronia headcanons for this new au?

Wow, i didn't know people would ask for Meronia of all things, since i got a shitton of Lawlight

There's not that much to say, since it's quite lawfully following the canon story, but Near would grow up to playfully call people of the SPK by really, really british petnames, and Mello would be no exception, except the names she'd attach to Mello wouldn't be the eveyday chatter, but rather noticeably less british and distinctively more hopless-romantic. Mello subtly blushes and turns slightly flustered when Near calls her "tall, lethal and handsome" as she's aiming a gun at her

Idk I'd make femme!Isolation AU if y'all want them to kiss/hj

[wordsmithcreations]

Deke's First Christmas

Just something quick I wrote up while at work. I may add more chapters later.

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He walked past Daisy earlier who was busy singing songs with Yoyo. She called them Christmas songs but there so so many different songs and Christmas was new thing for him.

The whole concept confused him and it made no sense at all. There was this powerful person called a Santa Claus but he sounded scary. He heard Daisy singing along to the song he heard earlier about how he knew if you were bad or good and even what you were doing all of the time!

Was this Santa an Inhuman like Daisy and Yoyo? He was still wracking his brain when he found Fitz in the lab. His grandfather would know as this was the first time he heard of Santa and all of the other things.

"Bobo, what's a Santa Claus?" He was very curious as the entire team had made an effort to put up decorations here and there. There was even this giant tree the team had set up and decorated with all sorts of things.

Tired. Fitz closed his eyes and sighed. "He's a fat man in a red suit that brings you presents on Christmas." He went back to his work without looking up at his grandson.

Deke gave Fitz a very concerned expression and walked closer. "So is he real? Is he an Inhuman? Does he really know what everyone is doing all of the time? How does he visit so many houses in one night? What are his powers even like? Have you met him? Is he nice or-"

The Scottish man turned around with his hands on his hips. "Deke! Santa isn't real."

His expression changed to that of a child, well, one that just learning Santa wasn't real. "Oh." A load of questions built up shortly after his answer. "Then where do all of the presents come from? Does that mean Frosty and his reindeer aren't real as well?"

"It's Santa Claus and his reindeer, only children believe in Santa Claus because him and Frosty aren't real."

The defeated look on Deke's face made him regret the way he just broke the news to his grandson. He sighed. "You can still celebrate Christmas, give presents and get into the festive spirit Deke. Just not everything you hear is real."

His eyes light up again. "So we can celebrate Christmas? Does someone need to dress up as Santa or maybe I could dress up as him and we can give gifts to each other? I'm going to find Nana so she can help us!" Deke disappeared before Fitz could say another word. "What have I done.."