#//cries at tumblr ruining tags

[myfriendsseemylikesonmain]

Scenario where Mashita and Yashiki were basically flirting, and one of the kids says "Oh, they're dating" to another one and it somehow circulates back to Yashiki and he's stressing about it because they haven't truly talked about what they are, and he's scared the mark bearers will hate them for being gay bc time era.

Mashita hears about it after a couple days of Yashiki angsting and goes to comfort him and they talk it out. Mark bearers are supportive obv. and yay happy ending

Am I projecting the definitely-non-issue I'm having right now? Absolutely not.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

cw // possible eyestrain

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Sound Sensitivity

[bloomingkyras]

Sweet Beginnings Tag

This tag is all about looking at your past. All you need to do is to find one of the first screenshots you ever took (preferably also published), and post it beside the recent one! And tell everybody when you took that first picture! Oh, and don’t forget to tag your posts! #sweet beginnings tag

January 8, 2023 (9 month ago)║October 16,2023 (yesterday post)

Tq @minty-plumbob for tagging me ❤

i'm tagging @aurorangen, @d4isywhims, @estah, @lynzishell, @elysiantrait, @aries-sims, @mickimagnum (feel free to ignore ❤)

[teeth-kid]

feeling positively inconsolable........!

[ideaforfanficsorsomethingidgaf]

Little Oblivious Shooting Star Au

Although, this au is different. Stanford Pines shook Bill's hand and became his right-hand man and lover. Typical Evil Ford and all that, Weirdmageddon unleashes upon the whole Earth, devastation, chaos, and more. But this time, he still has some semblance of humanity in him.

Ford and Mabel, one of the very few survivors, were fighting. They always do this. Ford think it's a game and plays with her. Although, something happens. Ford did threw her a little too hard.

There was a sickening crack.

Blood was everywhere. He killed her. He cried and hated himself. After mourning, he had an idea. To revive Mabel. Now, revival wasn't something easy and believe it or not, it took him a century or more, trial and error with every ritual, potion, spell, curse, anything that had any semblance of bringing back the dead or revival.

All throughout, you know those cryogenic chambers where the Shape-shifter was now trapped in? Ford put Mabel's body in it to protect it against time. Any rare free time he'd have, he would stand infront of the chambers and place his hand on the glass. Looking at her serene and peaceful expression, she looked like as if she were asleep.

He would cry right there and then.

Soon enough, he finally was able to conduct the ritual and Mabel was alive again. But everything comes with a price. Mabel can't remember a thing. I got this inspiration from the fact that the brain and nervous system decays first soon as you as die because it requires oxygen, a constant supply of it.

Ford was a bit devastated but happy that he got Mabel back. Though, this gives him a higher advantage.

Being Bill's right-hand man and lover has given him many perks, including a mansion on top of a hill and large space of forestry. Ford used that to his advantage, uses Mabel's amnesia to his advantage.

Ford becomes overprotective of Mabel and spoils her every chance he gets. He keeps her sheltered away from the ruined Earth. He treats her as if she was his daughter as the line between daughter and niece blurred. He became so obsessed with protecting her, loving her, caring her, and even spoiling her.

Since she woke up and couldn't remember anything except for the basics like eating, writing, reading, and function like a human being, it was easy to somewhat manipulate her into staying in the mansion. In her time with him, she knows it's normal behavior, she knows it's a normal environment, that staying in the mansion and never going outside is normal because that's what he taught her.

He also twists stories about the outside world into a hellscape, manipulating her and scaring her. Think about the Rapunzel and Mother Gothel situation but this time, it's actually successful.

Ford still works for Bill Cipher and Mabel is always worried for him everytime he leaves because he did tell her the devastating earth stories from before. Mabel always cried and tells to not leave because she doesn't want him to get hurt.

Everytime he leaves, she's devastated and always begs for him to stay and it's always a bittersweet moment whenever he comes back. You know, at this point, he is so scared for her, so overprotective of her, with the help of the other henchmaniacs, he secretly conducts a ritual that makes Mabel immortal.

Mabel doesn't feel a thing. She doesn't know she's immortal, she didn't even know that she could die in the first place.

She will never know. She's oblivious to it.

Little Oblivious Shooting Star.

(I can't draw and rarely write fanfics so if you guys wanna add hcs, oneshots, fanarts, or anything, just use the tag #Little Oblivious Shooting Star Au or #L.O.S.S Au and tag me because I love seeing your guys' work, whether it'd be Tumblr, TikTok, Instagram, or even YouTube.)

[whimsimarion]

Take two treats for today, because I love you.

So, in the most recent episode of "The Amazing Digital Circus", the characters hold their breath to see what will happen to their new bodies. All except for Jax who lets the audience speculate about his own quirk.

Well, my own interpretation is that he turns into a lame knock-off of Bugs Bunny (not that he wasn't already one) as a form of punishment for his mischievous behavior and also, as a punishment for all these fans who cried that "hE wAs RuInEd In ThE sEcOnD ePiSoDe", even though he was always a jerk.

Also, tagging the creator @gooseworx (I can't believe they have a Tumblr account in 2024!), solely because even the slightest reaction from their part would be a blessing.

[count-geiger]

alright guys i got a surprise class cancellation so i can tell yall about the stb dress rehearsal show last night and how it went. this is gonna be a long one grab a drink

no JUICY DEETS if you were expecting that. i am not a leaker and will never be. more like a gushy review than anything

so if you wanna hear about how will wood now knows about my university’s garfield club, feel free to read.

first of all, i can’t actually say much about the content of the show itself. sorry if that’s what you were hoping for but, if you’re going to a show on the tour, YOU WILL THANK ME LATER.

however i can say some stuff

like first of all: it is very much a kind of theatrical performance. no shit sherlock, you may be saying. okay sure but what i mean by that is that it’s not JUST a concert.

it’s very narrative based, that’s the most i’m going to say on it.

additionally, based on stuff ww said after the show while everyone talking feedback and such…

after the tour starts, PLEASE DO NOT POST SPOILERS ON TUMBLR!!! this is the kind of thing you’re going to want to see without any idea going in.

like it’s also very much a comedy show and knowing all the jokes beforehand will kinda ruin it.

so if you wanna post about the show on tumblr after you’ve seen it, maybe like. tag it or something. or put under a cut.

anyways i digress

the show was absolutely fantastic

genuinely the most wonderful i’ve ever seen in my entire life

i laughed my ass off, i cried a little, i thought way too hard about my own life decisions

all the things you’d ever want

it was NOT what i expected it to be. but it was even better than whatever i was expecting

so PLEASE take my word that all of you are going to love it.

okay that train of thought is over anyways

the vending machine at the studio only took ones (LITERALLY FUCK OFF THATS SO DUMB) so i spent most of the show with the driest mouth known to man

i’d had a sprite from said vending machine when i first got there because they also don’t have any water in it (????????) but not even like a whole can it got warm super fast

that’s just a random aside

multiple people complimented both my button down shirt AND the oingo boingo shirt i had underneath

including will’s girlfriend!! who is very pretty and seems very very nice.

she took our phones at the doors and checked our IDs and such and she was fine with the fact that i do not own a piece of ID that confirms my date of birth so that was cool.

the phone pouches we had were handmade by her apparently! they were really cool and she did a great job

anyways

i met will after the show after trying to offer feedback while we were still doing that that and stumbling through my horrific brain fog to say nothing of value because i was terribly sleep deprived!

me and jay (@jayjamjary) went at the same time

now some background.

me and jay are friends IRL, we go to the same college. people who both A. follow me and B. consistently read my ramblings in the tags will know this. but there are like three of those people AND i’m putting tags on this post so yeah

anyways we are both members of the executive board of the (officially recognized) GARFIELD CLUB at our university.

i am dead serious

and because the garfield club’s primary demographic is gay/trans autistic people, there’s a huge population of will wood fans in that club.

so jay brought two excellent drawings he’d made for the club, originally to recruit members, for will to sign.

because we have garfield show and tell contest on wednesday and we wanted to fuckin win

ANYWAYS.

these drawings, by the way, just happened to be of garfield being crucified and of garfield as hatsune miku.

will’s reaction to seeing these drawings was, and i quote, “what the fuck”

his reaction to the existence of the garfield club was, and i quote, “what the fuck”

both like a very amused, bewildered what the fuck.

he then signed them with possibly the greatest thing he’s ever signed ANYTHING and i’ll have to force jay to post them.

anyways

i also showed him a drawing i made for him, because i wanted to make a drawing for him.

he said my drawing was really really cool and he was really happy that i got his nose right because he never sees that

i was SO happy to hear that i was like ready to cry i was scared that drawing sucked

cuz i just did in the course of like a few hours while sitting at a random table in a big room on campus and all that whatever

but like yeah he called his girlfriend over she complimented it too

he signed it!!!

we took a picture and it looked a million times better than the two other pictures i have with him so that’s great

anyways

i’m trying very pointedly to avoid saying anything about the actual show because i want people to be able to go in blind

because *i* did and it was amazing

and i’m so glad that the show i’m going to is going to be super different apparently so i’ll ALSO have no idea what to expect from that

also, for anyone curious, i’m going to asbury park/halloween show november 3rd (and im going as young ford pines, specifically that time in tbob when he was possessed by bill, so if you see that there, that’s me)

anyways

man take shot anytime i say anyways

you’ll be fuckin dead

i had a great night, it was a spectacular show, you’re all gonna love it when you see it

[powerful-niya]

— (вєиєαтн тнє ¢яσωи.)

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚hαppч nαruhínα mσnth єvєrчσnє!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟹: 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 + 𝚆𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 - (𝙽𝙷𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝟸𝟹)

Link To Oneshot Below ↴

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡Night after night, General Naruto grapples with nightmares from the battlefield, haunted by the specter of war and its horrors. Luckily, Queen Hinata has a special knack for soothing him, knowing just how to ease his mind and make him feel all better.

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Hinata Hyūga goes by many names as ruler. 

But many hailed her as the formidable Ice Queen. 

During the medieval era, centuries ago, the world was ruled by brutal principles of survival—conquer or be conquered, kill or be killed. 

In this unforgiving world, the stakes were high, leaving no room for mistakes or hesitation. Any sign of weakness was quickly snuffed out, often resulting in a quick and merciless death. 

Strength was the ultimate arbiter of one's fate. 

Compassion was a dangerous liability, and only those with a ruthless disposition had any hope of thriving.

Ambition fueled every action, every scheme, and every grand vision. 

Alliances were fragile, easily shattered by the ever-present threat of betrayal, making loyalty a rare but precious commodity.

It was a harsh world where the only true currency that held value was power.

And Hinata Hyūga possessed a wealth of it. 

Immense power. 

But it was never enough.

The entirety of Hinata's reign was defined by her unwavering ambition, an insatiable hunger for more and more power. 

That same drive, that relentless desire to rise above all others, coursed through her veins, a legacy that had been passed down through generations of greatness in the esteemed Hyūga royal lineage.

As ruler, her father had been great, as had his father before him, and so on and so forth. 

And now….

Hinata, too, embodied that same greatness.

She was a force of nature, a cold-hearted bitch that struck fear into the hearts of all who came across her, hell, even to those who just heard about her conquests. 

She conquered kingdoms with absolutely no problem, extending her empire far and wide without fail or mercy. 

Her strategic brilliance and unrelenting pursuit of power earned her a reputation as a ruler who tolerated no resistance—a reputation Hinata flaunted proudly, with her tits thrust forward and her head held high.

Kingdoms fell like dominos in her path, their banners absorbed into the ever-growing tapestry of her empire, each now bearing the emblem of the Hyūga dynasty.

When her army marched forth, destruction was only promised. 

Fields were left behind strewn with the fallen.

Streets ran red with blood.

Kingdoms and cities fell to ruin.

Kings were overthrown.

Her enemies' subjects subdued, their cries of defiance silenced by the swift and merciless hand of the Hyūga army. 

Rebellions arose in kingdoms far and wide in Hinata's name.

Seeds were sown, alliances were made, thus, the Hyūga dynasty expanded. 

That is how it always should go in Hinata's eyes. 

To Hinata, it was all simply a game, one of laughs and fucking giggles to her. 

It came easy to her. 

Being queen. 

Being a leader. 

Being a conqueror.  

She navigated a world dominated by men like it was child's play, effortlessly assuming the role of a leader just as well as any man.

She moved with a grace and precision that earned her respect and fear in equal measure, solidifying her place as a dominant force that won't rest till all bowed before her.

But Hinata was more than just that.

She wasn't merely a monarch defined by the clash of swords; not just a woman born from a lineage of blood and conquest.

She wasn't just a fearsome ruler capable of instilling terror with just a glance, who gets what she wants with just a command. 

Not in the slightest. 

Hinata stood as an ethereal beauty, her presence a whispered legend that traversed kingdoms both far and wide. 

She was no ordinary mortal, not just any woman; she was one that embodied grace and refinement, a living manifestation of elegance that inspired awe in all who gazed upon her.

Her eyes, lavender in hue and pupil-less—an unique trait shared only among the Hyūgas—held a depth that spoke of wisdom beyond her years. 

Her smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest of chambers, and her beauty was a force to be reckoned with—a weapon wielded with the allure of a siren, capable of captivating even the most hardened of hearts. 

"Fools." She would always sneer. 

Whispers reverberated her name, ensuring that she remained the focal point of every conversation.

From the grand halls of courtiers to the bustling camps of warriors and the humble villages of common folk, all tongues wagged about her. 

Even amongst her own people who proudly carried the Hyūga banner, discussions about her were rife—whether they had caught a mere glimpse of her, heard tales of her exploits, or were merely fueled by rumors.

Everyone wanted her. 

But they always wanted something from her. 

Courtiers lusted after her in hopes of being crowned as kings.

Warriors vied for her favor, yearning for a chance to spend just a night with her.

And a simple commoner, bless their hearts, sought her out with a wish to be freed from the chains of poverty and misfortune.

But no.

No one can have her. 

Hinata remained untouched. 

A closed-off fortress, one might even describe. 

Hinata was a woman of independence, resolute in her choice to rule alone, free from the influence of any man.

A queen who answered to no one.

A queen that bowed down to no one…

only to herself.

Alone, untouched by love's embrace, her sole ambition was to reign supreme, a quest that consumed her every waking thought. 

That's all that mattered to her. 

And she was content with that…

well…

at least on the surface. 

Because amidst the blood-soaked battlefields and the cold stone walls of her fortress, Hinata harbored a secret. 

A forbidden secret. 

It was a love that went against everything she believed in and stood for, challenging her vow to shun love from her heart entirely.

It was a love that persistently gnawed at the corners of her mind, fueling an insatiable desire to savor its forbidden sweetness with every passing moment, be it day or night.

It was a love that dwelled within her that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade she presented to the world, a delicate balance that teetered on the edge of collapse.

A love that was for…

Naruto Uzumaki.

Her most loyal and courageous general.

He was the only man who possessed the power of thawing the heart of the Ice Queen, of kindling her flame.

He, and only he, was the one Hinata longed for, the sole object of her burning desire.

Naruto was many things: a jack of all trades, a wild card, a man truly one of a kind.

Hinata knew that from the first moment she laid eyes on him. 

With his unwavering loyalty and unparalleled skill in warfare, he stood by her side as her most trusted advisor and also the leader of her formidable army.

He was the very man who guided the Hyūga troops into battle.

Without fear.

Without hesitation.

Without mercy. 

Just like his queen. 

The battlefield was his domain, a territory Naruto claimed without hesitation, fearlessly commanding the front lines better than any man. 

He led with a ferocity that mirrored his queen's, rushing into battle, ready to slaughter anyone who stood on the other side. It didn't matter who his enemies were; nobles, seasoned warriors, or mere foot soldiers—none were spared from his wrath.

He cut through the lot of them like it was nothing, happily killing in Hinata's name.

And each time, the result was the same; each battle's end unchanged. 

Naruto emerged victorious. 

Time and time again. 

Naruto stood as the driving force behind every triumph that echoed throughout the current Hyūga dynasty, a harbinger of inevitable victory for the Hyūga forces.

A man who single-handedly instilled fear on the battlefields and beyond.

Many called him the warrior of warriors.

Others referred to him as the bearer of grim gifts.

For it was he who had happily made it a tradition to present his queen with the grisly spoils of war upon her throne after every battle—the severed heads of her enemies.

A morbid treat, but one that he knew delighted his queen like none other. 

Naruto's loyalty to Hinata extended beyond mere duty; it was a deep-seated commitment, ingrained in every fiber of his being.

Every step he took was for her.

Every thought was consumed by her.

Every decision he made was for her. 

And every battle won was for her. 

Naruto sought nothing. 

He sought nothing in return from his queen.  

He harbored no desire for the benefits her status as queen or her unparalleled beauty could bestow upon him.

His loyalty was unconditional, dedicated solely to her and her cause. Naruto existed solely to ensure her success, to safeguard her sovereignty, and to defend her at any expense.

And Hinata appreciated his devotion beyond measure. 

No one could rival the bond shared between them, a connection forged in the fires of battle and sealed with the blood of their enemies.

To commemorate their victories, they would eagerly retreat to the comfort of their bed chambers, to hide from the world within the embrace of one another's arms. There, Hinata would shed her gowns, and Naruto, his armor, and fuck like there was no tomorrow, relishing in the sweet sensation of their naked bodies pressing against each other. 

And in those tender moments they spent together, they were allowed the freedom to shed their masks, baring their souls freely to one another. Then, naked and safe within the confines of their bedrooms, they revealed a side of themselves never before seen from the outside world. 

Naruto let go of his stoic mask and revealed his softer side.

Hinata shed her icy exterior and allowed herself to be vulnerable.

She showed Naruto the depths of her passion, allowed him to be more than just her sword, teaching him how to cherish the moments stolen from the chaos of their conquests. 

Amidst it all, only their stolen glances and kisses were the traces of their hidden affair.

Only their bedroom walls knew of the profound love they had for one another.

They understood the risks. 

As queen and general, they were aware of the potential havoc that could be wrought if their forbidden relationship were to be exposed to the world.

They were aware of how their love had the potential to jeopardize the solid foundations of the empire they had worked tirelessly to build.

War and love was usually a precarious balance, after all. 

But for them, it worked.

Risk or not…

Forbidden or not, they were happy. 

Continue Reading On Wattpad Or AO3.

And so, together, they ruled with ice and fire, their love a force that could not be conquered, even by the mightiest of empires.

— (⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆)

[peacocks-pantomime]

In an empty theatre, teardrops echo like the sound of applause.

All I do is lay down a bet~ It’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?

After the chaos, not much was left of Sigonia-IV, yet there were two malnourished children-- Kakavasha and his Big Sis, nearly perishing from the elements on the ruined planet.

One day, there was finally salvation in the form of a light-- a light, and a beautiful woman dressed in elegant clothing peering down at them under a wide-brimmed hat.

She told them that they would be safe, that they could trust her-- and what other option did they have? She looked so different, and seemed so kind compared to the others that have mistreated them... Big Sis had been willing to give her a chance.

And so, Kakavasha was whisked away to another world, offered clean clothes and a room of his own. He fell asleep immediately, curling up on the soft carpet of the floor.

When he awoke, his Big Sis wasn't there. But they said she would be. They told him she would be. So he wanders through the strange building against his better judgement.

It wasn't long before he heard muffled words coming from the ajar door of a bright room. He snuck over to peek into the room and he saw people dressed in simplistic black clothing, taking notes on some sort of devices and huddled around a bed.

And on the bed lay the body of his dead sister. But those people would never acknowledge her as such; to them she was only an experiment. One of the last Sigonians of the Avgin race, a miraculous discovery. And they weren't going to tell him. They were going to hide it from him.

Blinded by the emotions swirling around inside of him, Kakavasha threw himself through the doorway, grabbing the first sharp tool in sight, and ended the lives of all the professionals in that wretched room one by one.

He'd cried the whole time. He couldn't identify the emotion the tears stemmed from-- whether from sadness at the loss of his sister, or from the rage burning bright-- but as the boy stood there, he dropped his weapon, wrapping his arms around himself in horror...

He didn't feel guilty for what he'd done.

That sort of control-- the ability to watch the life of another mortal slip away between his fingers and know that he was the cause...

It was empowering.

Notes from the moderator:

~ Mod also runs the @aventurine-official rp account, so the format is her own and is not plagiarized :)

~ Art (2nd top picture and pfp) and concept credit goes to @day-night-darlix! Their original post is here

~ This Aventurine exists in the same universe as @the-truth-of-nothingness

A famous musical artist and actor, known for masking his true self.

Roams around Penacony but travels the cosmos to perform

Is quite sadistic and will bet others on their life-- resulting in their death, because he never loses.

Longs to destroy the IPC as vengeance for the lies and betrayal from which his sister suffered

The glistening teardrop hanging around his neck allows him to mesmerize others with a glance, if he so wishes-- the glow of his eyes is interconnected

(I might add more details later, or link a headcanon post!)

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#trump card 🃏 : Asks from anons and others

#life on the line 🎲 : Interactions with Honkai Star Rail blogs

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#dear doctor 🍷 : Interactions with / mentions of the Veritas Ratio in his universe

Masterlist post of Honkai Star Rail-official blogs linked here

[tangerinesgf]

Crimes Of Passion

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Summary: Clint is tired of his relationship with Laura, that’s where you come in. 

Tags/warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, cheating, language, breeding kink (this man has 3 kids you can’t convince me otherwise), slight praise kink, slight age gap but both parties are consenting adults, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, orgasm denial (only once), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: I can’t even begin to explain how self-indulgent this thing is gonna be. Tumblr is seriously lacking Clint content, so I came to the rescue. I’m not very experienced in writing smut yet and this isn’t proofread so go easy on me. Also please don’t read if cheating offends you :)

“No one can hear us here, just let go for me, baby.” 

Clint could feel your muscles relax underneath him at his words. Your hand fell away from your mouth and moans started to spill out from your lips. 

“That’s it, good girl. God you sound so pretty like this.” he muttered. You could feel the vibrations of his voice on your clit before he stuck his tongue back into your pussy.

“Fuck, Clint!” your hands gripped his hair.

You and Clint had gotten so used to sneaking around, making sure that no one would see or hear you, that having the freedom to completely let go felt strange to the both of you. Usually you had to make do with broom closets or your room in avengers tower, which was less than private considering the avengers couldn’t help but stick their nose into everything but their own business. And Clint’s house was just off limits. 

You tried it once, but had to cut it short because Laura was home earlier than expected and Clint had to pretend he was showing you the house as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside you 10 minutes ago. It had been the most uncomfortable situation you had ever been in, but somehow you got away with it. 

There were a few times you had nearly been caught, but the two of you always managed to talk your way out of any situation. And although after a year of fooling around the avengers might have their suspicions, his wife was still absolutely clueless.

Having an affair with a married man was definitely not a walk in the park, but as you were laying here with Clint eating you out like a starved man, you didn’t care about any of that. You didn’t care about getting caught or all the consequences you would eventually be facing. For now it was just Clint.

His hands were firmly holding your hips down as he fucked every coherent thought out of your mind with just his tongue, only leaving room for him. You know you should feel terrible, but how could you when he was making you feel this fucking good. He had completely ruined you for any future partner. 

“You taste like fucking heaven, d’you know that?” He paused his actions and looked up at you from his position between your legs. You whined at the loss of his touch and let your head fall back on the pillows. You could see his lips glistering with your juices in the dim light of the hotel room. 

Clint looked at you in your blissed out state.

You cried out when he slowly pushed one finger inside you without warning, lazily pumping it along your walls. His pace was torturous and you tried moving your hips to meet his trusts, but his other hand still held you down. 

“Clint, please.” 

He crawled over you, making sure his hand kept moving in the mean time. 

“Patience, baby.” the archer muttered into your ear. 

Your groan of frustration turned into a moan when he pushed another finger in between your folds. He quickly cut you off with a deep kiss. You were hungry for him and he for you, devouring each other with a passion Clint hadn’t had in years before he met you. Your hands moved to the back of his head, grabbing his hair to pull him impossibly closer to you, only pulling away when you needed to catch your breath. 

Slowly Clint started to increase the pace of his fingers and you could feel yourself getting closer as he switched between crooking his fingers inside you and pumping them in and out.

“I-I’m close-”

And with that he pulled away his hand away from you, leaving you with an extremely unsatisfying and empty feeling. 

“The fuck Clint?” 

“Only way I’m letting you cum is on my cock.” He leaned back and started undoing his belt, throwing it across the hotel room, followed by his pants and eventually his underwear

“I hate you.” 

“No you don’t” he grinned as he crawled back over you. 

“No I don’t.” you pulled him back on top of you, kissing him hard. 

When he managed to get out of your grasp he lined himself up with your cunt, slowly pushing himself into you, dragging a moan from deep inside your throat.

God you loved the feeling of him inside you, he made you feel so full. Every time it would feel like that first time he fucked you in some broom closet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier. 

He gave you a second to adjust to his size again. When you nodded he started to move inside you. He started slow, too slow for you liking, you were done with all the build up. 

“Please, Clint.”

“What do you want baby?”

“F-faster.”

“God my wife never gets this riled up anymore.” There was something so arousing about him calling Laura his wife instead of by her name. It added to the thrill of it all.

He immediately picked up his pace, rutting into you like it was his last day on earth. Every thought left your mind, except for the way he was fucking you. You firmly held onto his shoulders as Clint started to kiss you from your neck down to your stomach.

“I know you said no marks... but what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?” 

It was a rule the two of you had established to keep others from finding out, and while it was unfortunate you could live with that, Clint however found it very difficult to keep it.

“Really?” you breathed out.

“I can’t help it, darling, I just want you so bad.” how could you deny him when he was looking at you with those stupid puppy eyes. He could get you to do anything with those eyes. 

Since you could barely form a coherent thought or word at the moment all you did was nod at him. Just when he started to make little love bites all over your stomach his phone rang and he stopped all of his movements. 

“Shit.” 

“Just let it go.” you voice came out as barely a whisper. You tried to pull him back onto you as he started to reach for his phone, but it was no use.

“Just gotta check if it’s important.” you groaned at his response and fell back onto the bed.

He reached over you to grab his phone from the nightstand, almost falling on top of you in the process all while still being inside of you. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Laura. She probably wants to know if we got back in once piece.” 

“Well, what now?” 

“Guess you’ll just have to be real quiet, sugar.” you couldn’t quite place the smirk on his face as he answered his phone.

You found out what he was up to soon enough when he brought his free hand over to your clit and started rubbing circles, applying just enough pressure. You sucked in a deep breath as you tried to control yourself, giving Clint a murderous glare in the meantime. 

You were able to contain yourself fairly well until he started rolling his hips into you, making you clench around his cock. 

“Fuck.” you screamed. Just not fast enough to slap your hand over your mouth, but Clint made no sign of stopping. It was a miracle he was able to contain himself so well.

“Oh yeah, she just hit her toe on the cabinet nothing to worry about, you know how she is.” Clint calmly said, no doubt covering the scream Laura had heard over the phone. 

“Of course, I’ll look after her, always do.” he smirked at you, slightly increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Mhm.” 

“Yeah.” His mind was half only half in the conversation as he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him, fighting to keep those pretty little sounds from slipping out. 

“How are the kids?” You were sure he could see the frustration in your eyes and just asked to tease you a little bit longer.

“Okay, love you too, see you tomorrow.” Fucking finally. You could hear the words held no real meaning from the way you had heard him say it to you. It missed the passion he had when he declared his love for you.

When he finally hung up the phone he threw it across the room, probably cracking the screen from the impact with the wall of the hotel room. 

“Asshole.”

“That was fucking hot.” 

“It was fucking stupid, you could have gotten us caught.” you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing, how much that had turned you on, no matter how frustrating it had been.

“I know, now where were we?” 

“You were finally gonna let me finish.”

“Right, yes.” 

Clint didn’t waste a second, immediately starting to pound into you at an unforgiving pace. After all the build up you didn’t need a lot to bring you to the edge anymore. 

He shifted his position above you, changing his angle inside of you, hitting just the right spot with every thrust. When he started to rub your clit again it all became too much.

“Fuck, Clint I’m gonna-” you couldn’t even finish you sentence as you were cut off by another moan. 

“Cum for me baby, I’m right behind you.” 

With one precise thrust Clint ripped your orgasm out of you, screaming so loud you were sure the people in the room next to you could hear it. You fell back on the mattress, completely limp and fucked out. 

“I love you. So, so much.” he mumbled against your stomach, which was now littered in marks that would soon turn into bruises.  “Your skin's so soft... so smooth... so warm.” he rambled.

You could feel Clint was close too, his rhythm started to falter and his breathing became faster as he fucked you through your orgasm. His face was red and his eyes filled with lust for you, but before he came he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“C-can I-?” 

You knew what he wanted, nothing quite got him off as cumming inside of you. You weren’t on any birth control, never had been because you didn’t like the side effects and he knew that. You didn’t always allow him to do it, the risk of getting pregnant was too big. But every once in a while you let him, because even though you hated to admit it, taking that additional risk to your already secret relationship was thrilling as fuck. 

“Yeah, baby, cum inside me.” 

And that did it for him. You groaned as you felt him spilling inside of you. You loved the sounds that came out of him whenever he released inside you. Exhausted of all the effort from tonight he collapsed on top of you. 

In the meantime you had gotten your breathing back under control and started to play with Clint’s hair, it was messy and sticking out in all different directions. Your bodies were drenched in sweat, but you couldn’t find the energy to take a shower. 

After a while Clint finally pulled out of you and lay down next to you. 

“You know our flight doesn’t go until 12 tomorrow.” he pointed out. 

“Meaning?” 

“Meaning I’m exhausted right now, but I could totally go for round two in the morning.” He turned to lay on his side to face you, smirk plastered on his face. 

“How can you already think about sex again?” 

“I won’t be able to see you for a month after tomorrow, gotta make a lasting impression.” 

“Go to sleep Barton, we’ll see how you feel in the morning.” 

You knew he would still want to do it when you woke up. You also knew that you would give into him, after all you have never been able to refuse him before. But you didn’t mind. Even though you knew you could never truly be together, you didn’t mind being his ‘mistress’, letting him do all the things to you his wife won’t.

 In fact you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

A/N: I have written a lot for Clint before just not xreader fics, so I hope you enjoyed it!! I also don’t have a taglist for Clint yet, so if you wish to be added please let me know :)

[froody]

I wasn't on Tumblr much for a bit, what happened with Daphne? Just not a good fit? Scrolled back but couldn't find anything and tag search is, predictably, useless

She had behavioral issues from the beginning. I spent 4 months working with her and made a little progress but nothing substantial. Finally, she developed a territorial pissing problem where she would urinate where guests had sat. It was ruining the furniture. That was kind of the final straw but I had been struggling and cried over her several times before that. She just wasn’t happy as an indoor cat around people.

[lolchicsa]

Skulls and Chaos

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, nsfw, description of gore

Part 1 of 2: smut in next part (link here)

No use of y/n

Loosely follows the events of the ‘Alone’ mission. Reader’s vacation was ruined by Shadow Company going on a genocidal rampage :( But fear not dear reader! Mr Ghost is here to make it better ;P

A/N: First time using Tumblr to post stories and using mobile to write this. Apologies for bad grammar, it’s been a while, and I have no idea what to tag for this story. Story inspiration comes from a post by @fanficsforfun so here’s my twist on it.

Chaos.

The streets of Las Almas could be described using only one word. Chaos…

Usually, at this time of night, children would be asleep, lovers back in their homes and just a set few would be enjoying the dreamy sight of stars littering the night sky. It is truly a beautiful place to visit, if you can ignore the cartel’s presence that is. The cartel is known for being violent… but this… this was different. This wasn’t the cartel.

The screams and cries of children and parents echoed through the city. Gunfire sounded off at irregular intervals, surrounding me in fear. I had abandoned my hotel room when the screams first started, trying to find my way out in this maze of a city. The first dead body I had come across was that of a young boy. A trail of blood, starting from a small hole in his head, ended on the ground in a pool of crimson liquid. At first, I was fear stricken and unable to look away.

My reality felt surreal, a distant nightmare I could escape when my mind decided to end the torture. But no, I wasn’t dreaming, I was wide awake and running for my life. I officially lost count of how many dead bodies I unfortunately came across after seeing an alleyway filled with them. I wanted to cry, to curl up in a ball and forget the world exist. But I couldn’t bring myself to do so.

Exhaustion took over a few minutes ago, leaving me walking through the streets of death alone and on edge. The sound of death still polluted the air, I was trying my best to avoid the gunfire and escape. Easier said then done, trust me. It felt like the chaos was following me, taunting me with thoughts of escape.

And then I heard voices. Must be a sick joke my mind was playing on me. Logically, I knew there was very little chance of finding a living soul, but hope has shimmering at the back of my mind. Maybe these people can help me, maybe they know how to escape. I travelled closer to the orchestra of voices until I noticed something… odd.

They where speaking calmly to one another, acting like this was a pleasant walk instead of hell on earth. It made me uneasy, but something caught my attention. Their accents. Not to different then my own, but definitely a rarity around here. Americans.

I round a corner and there I saw them. All black tactical gear, guns, knives, they looked ready for war. My heart leaped into my throat, a surge of newfound adrenaline propulsed me closer to them. These soldiers most be here to bring an end to this chaos.

“Man, that Ghost guy gives me the creeps” One said, the pack turning their attention to him. They where huddled close together, seemingly enjoying a 10 minute break of freedom before continuing on. A few snickers broke the silence following the soldiers comment.

“It’s only one guy, c’mon he can’t do much against all of us” replied another.

“Don’t forget about the other one” a third chimed in. Their conversation helped keep their attention off of the street corner I was currently stalking. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in eavesdropping on these guys. The more you know, the better right?

“You mean the one that goes by Soap? Ha! What kind of name is that anyways? How can you be scared of a guy like that!”

“An angry Scotsman is not to be trifled with, trust me”

“Man if you get killed by someone named after a cleaning product, no matter what he is, you’ll be a laughing stock in whatever hell we end up in”

“Oh so getting shanked by Ghost is better?”

As far as conversations goes, this might be the worst one I have had the privilege of eavesdropping on. Their arguing… over names? I don’t get it.

“Hey you! We know your there! Come out with your hands in the air and slowly walk towards the middle of the street” yelled on of the soldiers. The command was directed towards my general area and my stomach dropped. Anxiety started prickling through my veins, thoughts racing through my head a mile a second.

Just do as they say, my conscious brain screamed. It’s the only way to survive this nightmare. With that, I made my way towards the middle of the street with my hands up, just like I was told.

“Mind explaining to me what you are doing here ma’am?” asked one of the soldiers. From the looks of things, he seems to be the leader of this rag tag group of men. He’s got the scariest voice of them all, I would say. Sounds like the type of guy you can easily trust, but would stab you in the back if he had too. He didn’t have a gun pointed at me, not yet anyways, but he did have a death grip on his rifle.

“Please, I mean no harm. I was here on vacation and I just want to go back home” I begged.

“You’re American? Odd to see you here. You’ve got ID to prove your story miss?” His grip on his rifle loosened and his posture reflected that of a calm man. I started searching through my small purse, searching for the requested object.

The moments leading often where a blur. Adrenaline had left my system, leaving me tired and emotional. I remember giving my ID to the man, which I now know goes by Graves. Something in him changed, going from the on edge soldier to overprotective best friend. One of his men was ordered to strip off his armor plate and give it to me. A jacket was placed over my shoulder, a signet stitched on the jacket sleeves. I was told it was their company’s logo… Shadow company.

Graves had me follow a couple of his men out of the city to safer location. They where ordered to protect me with their lives. I felt safe, like really safe. Here I was, following three armed men, tasked with protecting me, out of this city of nightmares and closer to my warm bed back home. Currently, our small group was engaged in conversation. The topic? Well…

“These guys don’t play around. All this death? They caused it. We don’t know why, but we’re tasked with hunting them down” specified one of my bodyguards.

“Specifically that Ghost guy. He has this weird mask thing he wears all the time. It’s like a skull and it covers most of his face. Scary fucker” another added.

I hear admiration when they describe this guy, that and fear. My gut tells me there is more they are keeping from me. Part of me couldn’t give two shits, but another was curious.

Fwoosh

My brain froze, my body stopped moving. The world shifted, the quiet chatter turned into loud commands I couldn’t make out. I saw red. Blood red. This time not painted on walls or flowing down the cheeks of children. This time, I saw it spray out of the neck of one of my new friends. A blade had materialized out of thin air, implanting itself into the soldiers neck.

His body made a sickening sound as it hit the ground. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but fear stricken as I was, I could only watch. Watch as the other two had knives plunged into their throats like the first. Watch as lifeless bodies hit the floor.

My body moves, but not because I ordered it to do so. The colours shift into each other, sky and ground blurring together. It only last a couple seconds, but has an everlasting effect on me. Slowly, my senses come back to me and I realize something is very very wrong.

It’s him.

It’s the man with the skull face mask.

It’s Ghost.

He’s the first thing I see when my vision finally focuses. I’m to unfocused to realize what’s going on, but I can feel a wall behind me. His eyes are staring into mine, hands holding me tightly to the wall behind me. I can feel the heat radiating of his body and I can’t help but feel attracted to it.

That’s when I realize he’s shouting at me, but I’m having a hard time making out what he’s saying. I feel trapped, unable to move, forced to keep eye contact with this dangerous killer. His eyes are mesmerizing. I can’t look away, I can’t focus on anything other then his eyes.

“Tell me where Graves is and I promise to give you a quick death”

His words still sounded unclear, but the anger rolling off of them helped snap me out of my daze. This is the killer the soldiers were talking about, the dead soldiers. He killed them… just like he killed everyone else. Fear gripped my soul, my fight or flight instincts finally kicking in. I started trashing about, trying to loosen his hold on me. The wall of pure muscle in front of me didn’t seem fazed by my attempts to escape.

“Answer me now, shadow bitch. I’m losing my patience!”

His hand bolted towards my throat and gripped it with a force I have never felt before. It was getting hard to breath, my already tired body didn’t know how to react. He wasn’t playing around, he’s making that very clear. I have a feeling he’s the type to not make empty threats, especially when it comes to death threats.

Wait, did he call me “shadow bitch”? Hold on.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! I’m not part of that group! I just stumbled upon them and they were gonna bring me home! I swear! They were protecting me!”

His grip on my throat relaxed and for a second I thought I was in the clear. That’s until he moved impossibly closer to me. My head rested on the wall behind me, tilted up so I could keep eye contact with the behemoth in front of me. Our chests was flush to each others. His breath slowly fanned over my face, his warmth bringing some sense of safety.

We stood in silence, staring at each other for awhile. I had to remind myself of the atrocities this man committed… the children he killed. But something felt off.

“Why… why do want to know where Graves is? Are you going to kill him? Like you killed these civilians?” My tone was shaky, filled with whatever authority I had left. I hope this doesn’t get me killed.

Instead, the man stepped back from me, leaving an empty void where his warmth was moments ago. He acted like I had just stabbed him through the heart… if he even has one that is.

“What? You think I am responsible for this genocide? No, the Shadow’s are responsible for that”

This new information served to confuse me even more then I already was. Did Graves lie to me? Or is Ghost lying to me? Who to trust? Graves did seem like the lying type, and if Ghost really was behind all this, why was he being so nice? Well, as nice as someone could be in a situation like this, I should say.

“We have to move. Forget about Graves, survival is a priority. If the Shadows find you with me, they will kill you” His tone suggested he wasn’t lying about that last part. My gut told me to trust him, follow him. So I did and I don’t regret a thing.

A/n: omg I’m finally out of writing hibernation and boy does it feel good. I plan on making shorter stories that focuses more on smut eventually because Ghost melts my brain and I need to share. Pardon any grammatical errors and the fact that I split this in two. Any criticism is welcome, like straight up tell me if this is shit cause I’m trying to get better. Might do story requests if people are interested enough. Anyways, I hope every single one of y’all has a great day!

[bohemian-nights]

https://www.tumblr.com/drakaripykiros130ac/732901209272467456/i-am-just-loving-the-so-called-concern-tg-stans

This is how I find out an anti-nettles tag exists of Tumblr people are so shallow minded and miss the point George's original story people really think just because these dumbass show runner decided the race-bend an entire group of characters for cheap brownie points of representation that it means Nettles no longer matters like no, it may no longer be about race just because the writers are trying to force feminism onto Rhaenyra's character but it's still about class. A low born orphan at just the age of 17 was capable of doing what dozens of well trained knights failed to do. She survived one of the biggest civil wars in Westeros history, she had one of the last surviving dragons of the dance (who cares who's the biggest, oldest, most shiny etc etc it was Nettles and her dragon that outlived them all in the end) AND she was capable if creating an entire culture around herself (the tribes could've easily over powdered her but instead chose to worship and respect her) mind you all she had was a dragon, she had no titles just her name. Also, she's a few of the very few characters in the books that show care and remorse, she mourned Jace someone she barely knew and cried for Driftmark despite having lived a life previously where she was mistreated and starving on the streets. I swear these Dumbnyra stans deserve their names (Dumbnyra), and just because some of us are pro-Nettles, it doesn't automatically make use of team Green, Team Green can kick rocks as well because they are such hypocrites, whining and complaining about how their fav characters were stripped of importance and reduced to a singular thing yet they turn around and strip Nettles's character as a gotcha moment towards to Dumbnyra stans, as if her relationship with Daemon is the only thing important to her character. These stans also need to realize the Nettles is one of George's favorite characters whose stories he'd like to continue.

👆🏽That’s for the fact that this racist(who I should mention I’m blocked by for no reason🤣) actually knows how to tag things properly. I’ll give her that, but who exactly died and made her an authority on Black representation?

Dumbnyra stans this is exactly why people keep calling you people racists:

Do tell me how white a** Alys Rivers(no disrespect, but come on) had more purpose than a girl who shows that Targaryen supremacy is a lie? The girl that shows you don’t need Valyrian blood to claim a dragon.

The girl that George himself said he wanted to write a novella on(never heard him say that about Alys, Addam, Alyn, any of the other dragonseeds, Rhaena, and Baela)🤷🏽‍♀️

They are so blinded by the fact that she “ruins” Dumbnyra(which isn’t what they claim it is which is why they are scared sh*tless of her being on a show they claim doesn’t matter) that they make up lies about Nettles being the most irrelevant character in Fire & Blood.

This can never be irrelevant/unimportant/unnecessary/whatever else you want to say to demean her:

That happened long after the Dance boo boo(when Missy Anne’s a** was long dead 😊).

And if the one who wrote that garbage happens to be reading this(because I know you people are stalking me), f*ck you. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. You've crossed the line.

You’re a bigot. You have no right to speak on Black representation let alone say we are good on representation that doesn’t even affect you and that you have no understanding of.

And you definitely don’t care about representation because if you did you wouldn’t want Rhaena who has her own arc to replace Nettles who according to you wasn’t Daemon’s lover. If she’s just his daughter or his mentee, well then you have nothing to be worried about. Her presence on the show shouldn’t disrupt your putrid little white supremacist ship or make Missy Anne look bad since what happened at Maidenpool was all a big misunderstanding and Mysaria’s fault😊 You shouldn’t give a second thought to her.

Yes, Black people care about this issue(and even if some of us are a part of Team Green because that’s the majority I see from Team Green actually caring about her, then so what🙃).

Do you see how we are portrayed by the media? Do you see what happens to Black characters in TV shows and movies? To Black women characters? Do you see how they are treated by production and the fandom?

What you people are doing isn’t new. Just look at The Bear, Sleepy Hollow, Vampire Diaries, Star Trek, Star Wars, GOT(see how Missandei was done), and Marvel fandoms(there are more than that I’m just too tired to get into it).

The moment there is even a hint of a possibility that a Black woman might be in a relationship with the fandom hottie, hell the moment a Black woman doesn’t have a stereotypical role, all hell breaks loose and you people look for every excuse and spout out the same tired crap on why so and so is irrelevant, is a terrible character, doesn’t need a man, needs to be cut, should be killed off, should be replaced, etc.

So just because you don’t care doesn’t mean we should accept scraps, or our “irrelevant” characters being cut, or swapped out with race-bent characters. Black people aren’t all the same sweetie and we deserve more than what you feel we do.

If that’s too much for your diminutive brain to handle why don’t we just combine Ulf and Hugh? It’s not too late to cut out one of the two’s roles in post-production. After all, they serve the same role and they are both white.

You know what? How about we combine Black Aly and Jeyne Arryn while we are at it😀

Should we view Helaena and Rhaenyra as the same? I have a hard time telling them apart since they are both white and blonde. They should wear name tags that way we don’t get them confused 🙃

Let me stop there.

Sorry for ranting anon, but I’m so tired of the disrespect. Like how does one character who’s supposedly so unimportant cause so much uproar?

I go in on Dumbnyra stans a lot(and that person shows exactly why), but you are right that all sides of this fandom treat Nettles like she’s trash. If it’s not saying she’s a plot device sent to ruin Dumbnyra from Team Black and that anyone Black can replace her it’s how Team Green is so worried about her being abused and how maybe it’s for the best she gets cut.

Their behavior is utterly disgusting. It's anti-Black, but no one takes anti-Blackness and especially not misogynoir seriously.

Nettles may be a secondary character, but she’s the most important secondary character during the Dance. She starts out literally homeless. She claims Sheepstealer by determination, not by blood. She’s the only one to claim a wild dragon. The only non-Valyrian dragonrider that we know of.

She gets the Rogue Prince to fall in love with her to the point where he’s willing to die for her and disobeys his wife’s orders to save her. She survives the Dance with a dragon intake. Becomes a fire witch and is worshipped by a mountain clan in the Mountains of the Moon(she’s still worshipped by them during the main series). Her legacy is cemented.

I love her relationship with Daemon, but she’s so much more than just Daemon’s love. She’s a survivor. She’s the final girl. She would be seen as special as she is if she was white.

A character like her will never not be needed especially in a world where the representation of Black women in media, particularly fantasy stories, is still pretty bleak.

[xxvalkyriesxx]

A Court of Smoke and Scales - Masterpost

Hi Everyone!

Here is the masterpost for my ongoing fic, A Court of Smoke and Scales. Everything connected to the fic will be found here.

Before anyone could inject with salted opinions or promises of death, Albess landed on the balcony where they all stood. The ground and palace shook as all four of his legs perched on the old castle stone. His dark gray scaled body stood out in the beauty of the daylight. Her dragon. Albess' wings spread in full as he roared. Giant rows of teeth layered his mouth. Scents of fear and awe catered around her. Screams and cries echoed below the tower of the citizens.

Ren approached Albess, quickly mounting his back. She smiled in triumph witnessing all seven high lords at her mercy. However it wasn’t Ren’s intention to harvest control over anyone in this room nor anyone in all of Prythian. She wanted to to rebuild the home that was promised to her. To ruin her mother's plans who was screaming from the depths of hell.

"I am the Queen of Hybern."

Or an Eris/OC story following Ren, the daughter of Amarantha, determined to rebuild her kingdom and bring forth a new era to Hybern. However Ren has a powerful secret that could throw the whole world into jeopardy if she's not careful. By side her is her dragon, Albess.

Legend has it the very first rulers of their world were not old gods or daglan but eight dragons and their riders back when the lands were merged as one but eventually the dragons were all cursed into hiding by a powerful witch. The legend goes on to say in order to find the remaining seven dragons, it takes a one dragon to awaken them all.

Set five years after ACOSF and the events of HOFAS.

Snippet | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two

Deleted Scenes

IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU DO NOT READ THE DELETED SCENES UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE ACOSAS CHAPTERS THAT CORRELATES TO THEM. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS MENTIONED.

Content warnings and additional tags under the cut

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Content Warnings: (subject to change) Graphic content (v*olence, g*re), minor mentions of miscarriages (not FMC or any leading female), pregnancy, labor/delivery, mentions of SA, ab*se, mentions of ab*se, consensual s*xual explicit scenes

**censoring certain words as I'm not sure Tumblr will flag my post.

Tags: (subject to change) DRAGONS, DRAGON RIDERS, DID I MENTION DRAGONS?, dragons can shift, dragons have strong magic, slow burn romance, eventual smut, Eris is a prick but we love him anyway, Night Court for Dummies: How to get away with something without starting a war, Ren is the morally grey FFM we need, Ren and Eris bicker, sapphics, TWO MAIN SAPPHICS SHIPS, We will finally learn what happened between Eris and Mor, Bargains will be made (insert cool night court tattoo), original content, Koshei is the main villain, Fuck Beron, character death? yes, major character death? perchance, will feature several POVs (will try not to give readers mental whiplash like in HOFAS however nothing can be promised).

*Main Ships: Eris/OC, Elain/Lucien, Emerie/Morrigan, Cressida/Viviane's Sister (Liliane), Nuan/OC, OC / OC

*Minor Ships: Nesta/Cassian, Feyre/Rhysand, Gwyn/Azriel, Helion/LOA (Aster), Viviane/Kallias

*Additional ships may be added/removed as the story progresses

** I don’t own any of the characters or elements of ACOTAR as they are owned by SJM. The original content including Ren and Albess are mine.

** Graphic made from Canva. I don’t own any of the images used.

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

I wrote this for me and my beatie because THEMES and PARALLELS but hey yk tumblr also gets my deranged thoughts too

under cut besties @fruity-legos @murkystarlight

Summary:

Cooper accidentally catches Mrs Garcia on her way out

Additional Tags:

Author is running on 3am crack juice. gummie trio flows through my veins. turning Cooper over in my brain like a hot pocket. what if, fight me. the parallels. Mrs Garcia’s name is Maria in this. no beta we die like me. Aged-Down Character(s), Cooper and Garcia sibs are tinyyy

Did she regret it? That was the question, it was aquestion that she knew she’d never know or be able to answer with the right answer.  Did it pain her heart to be the one responsible for the small cries and screams that echoed from the apartment behind her as she closed the door harshly behind her and entered into the crisp wintery world outside? 

Yes. 

Did it also make her bite her lip to keep her face neutral as her husband stared at her with those big sad, doe eyes as he silently begged her not to? 

Also yes. 

But this was for the better. 

For the better, it’s what she kept telling herself and maybe one day she’d believe that. 

Maria let out a slow exhale that turned into a puff of white cloud as it hit frosty air as she tightened her scarf around her neck. 

Just one foot in front of the other and she’d be on her way. 

Maria placed a hand on the railing and began to walk down the stairs of her home, well what had been her home. It took a cautious second so as not to slip on the ice but before she new it she had planted both feet on the sidewalk. 

She didn’t dare to risk a look back, no that wasn’t something she wanted to do, this was a new beginning for her and looking back would simply ruin that. Instead she tighten her grip on her briefcase and started to continue on down the sidewalk towards where her car was parked and packed with all her things. 

“BLACK SUDAN!” A high pitched voice yelled. 

Maria jumped and glanced around only to find a small, red clad child crouched down and staring intensely at the wheels of the car in front of her own. She blinked and stopped to peer closer at the child, oh she knew this one. It was Cooper, the weird little kid from across the street, but what was he doing outside looking at car wheels at seven in the morning? 

Maria shook her head but before she could force herself to simply walk away from the boy, he jumped up, a twig clutched in his hand. 

Cooper turned towards her happily and it seemed he was going to move onto the next car in the row, parked along the curb side, before he noticed Maria standing there and tilted his head up to look at her. 

The boy’s big brown eyes blinked owlishly. 

Maria blinked back, “Hello,” 

“Ollo,” Cooper responded as a grin split his face, “Is Mateo already up!?” 

Maria bit her lip, “Um, yes-“ yet before she could continue a thousand more questions and thoughts started steamrolling from Cooper. 

“Waoh, but it’s so early! He likes sleeping in, he told me that on Thursday. Oh hey, you have a beefcase, is it really full of paper and not beef? Because that very misweading, they should call it a papercase instead,” 

A small sigh slipped from Maria as Cooper kept going. She was sure he could keep talking and talking until he talked himself hoarse, just like her Izzie. 

“Where are you going?” 

Maria gave Cooper a blank stare as one of the things he said suddenly registered with her in her brain. 

Slowly she responded, “I’m … I’m going away,” 

“Ohhh,” Cooper said, sounding very thoughtful even though it had been the bare minimum of a word, “For how long?” 

“For a long time,” Maria mused, she hadn’t thought about returning at all. 

“Awww,” Cooper whined, looking down as he started to poke the snow on the ground with his stick, “Mateo’s gonna be sad, he loves you a lot. And Izzie,” 

Cooper then took a few steps closer and muttered, “She’s making something special for you for Christmas!” 

Cooper started to smile again and he vibrated a little like he was thinking about how cool whatever Izzie was making was. 

Maria bit the inside of her mouth, shame. 

“Is that so?” Maria breathed, she still couldn’t believe she was entertaining this conversation. 

Cooper nodded vigorously, “I can’t tell you what it is though because it’s a surprise! But I guess if you’re leaving you won’t know it is for a long time, like ten years!” 

Maria nodded, forcing a smile to stay on her face, and began to shuffle away a little bit, “Yes indeed I won’t.” 

Cooper’s face scrunched up as he thought of something and he asked, “But why?” 

Ugh, children and their why questions. 

“Why what?”   “Why are you leaving?” Cooper asked. The question so small and simple yet it truly was quite heavy.  Maria could admit it took her a second to think of a response. She crouched down carefully so she could look Cooper in the eyes. 

“Well you see,” Maria started with a shaky breath, “Sometimes people just don’t belong somewhere. Everything they do feels unimportant, and it’s as if what they currently have isn’t what they actually want. Sometimes a person just wants to escape that and find out where they truly do belong even if it does mean they have to leave everything they currently have to find whatever it is they’re looking for. And also sometimes life is just too much, so they leave, they runaway and try to figure things out again.” 

Cooper blinked at her again and Maria was left to wonder if anything she had just said made sense to him, he still was quite young so she wouldn’t be surprised if nothing actually stuck. 

Slowly, Cooper tilted his head to the side, “Oh, bu-but what about Mateo and Izzie? You … love them right?” 

Maria hummed and she placed a gentle hand on Cooper’s shoulder, “I’ll tell you what, since I’m going to be going away I’m going to need you to do something for me ok?” 

It took a second but Cooper nodded. 

“I’m going to need you to take care of Iz and ‘Teo for me. They’ll need some extra comfort and someone to be there, so I’m going to need you to be that person.” Maria told him, grabbing the hand of his that held the twig and holding it up, “And you’ll need to protect them too, from all the scary storms and monsters under the bed. So do you think you can do that?” 

Cooper’s eyes seemed to glaze over just a small bit before he fixed them on the twig and he nodded, “Yeah! I can do that! I’ll fight off all the big bullies for them!” 

Maria forced a grin. She then pat the boy on the shoulder and stood, “Good, good, now quick! Get inside before your nose freezes off!”

Cooper giggled and tapped his twig on the ground before running off in the direction Maria had just come from. 

With a sigh Maria pulled her scarf tighter around herself again and headed off to her car. 

Damn kid. 

[hanasnx]

tag abuse in the peaky blinders fandom is insane. like yeah, cillian murphy is hot but why the fuck is your post tagged esme shelby and michael gray x reader when it’s just a gif of tommy.

but yeah, clogging up the tags with six/seven super long fics in a row that are incorrectly tagged, no “read more.” like power to you and your fic but you’re getting blocked. brevity is key sometimes.

no that’s literally it like. it’s just a gif yet it’s tagged some kind of x reader or with characters that aren’t relevant at all. and tbh i did abuse tags a couple years ago when writing on tumblr bcos i was coming from insta/tiktok with the mentality of “i want exposure” and when someone pointed tag clogging out to me, i switched up my shit instead of telling them to fuck off

the ones that get me the worst is when someone answers a normal ask with a normal ass response and then tags like it’s a fic. no one in those tags are going to care about you answering an ask that is irrelevant

it ruins the search in tumblr. these people are saturating our search features in the name of exposure which disgusts me. i want to be able to go into the anakin skywalker x reader tag and see actual fanfiction and not an update on that user’s day. i have to block just to filter through, and then their actual fanfic doesn’t get seen by me bcos they essentially cried wolf