#//getcha pride on

[spellwing777]

Random prompt generator has a sense of humor I see.

[dorky-stars]

If you wanna get some pride cats here, click away! All hand drawn by me! And don't worry, I have more cats in the making!

[mameillieureennemie]

i had a vision of pit fighter vi going to a bar and hooking up with the hot bartenders after she lost one of her matches 🙈

omg yes, absolutely.

this may have gone in a slightly different direction, oops 🫢

i feel like vi would turn to two things when she loses a match: alcohol and sex. usually at the same time. so she has her routine set, and loris lets her do what she needs to do to unwind.

she often tries to look for women who look like caitlyn. if they have the bluish-black hair or blue eyes, then vi's instantly taking them back to her small, unkempt apartment. if they have an accent too? even better because it allows vi to fully immerse herself in the fantasy she plays. where it's caitlyn who's with her and not some stranger she's going to kick out in the morning.

but there's something different this night; it doesn't start different, though. vi drowns her wounded pride and shame in bottles after bottles of booze. loris is a forever presence beside her, not getting in her way but ensuring she doesn't hurt herself too much. she's already pent-up, rearing to find herself a victim to sink her teeth into tonight when she sees you.

you're new at the bar, just started your shift, and you're mixing drinks like a pro. your smile is pretty; wide and shining as you speak with patrons and roll your eyes at sleazy flirting attempts. you seem too radiant for this place, sticking out like a sore thumb and that intrigues vi through her drunken haze. she's curious and, frankly, horny so she waves you over.

"what can i getcha?" you ask once you've made it to her side of the bar. your smile is even prettier up close, highlighting your already stunning features. vi feels herself go tongue-tied, but she recovers and aims what she knows a charmingly sloppy grin your way.

"would it be weird if i said you?" vi asks, peering up through her lashes in an attempt to be coy. "or am i overshooting here?"

"definitely overshooting," you snort, but you don't walk away. instead, you refill her drink and add, "but i wouldn't want to hit a drunk loser when she's already down."

usually, something like that would strike a nerve. and while it still does, vi doesn't feel as offended by those words as she should be. maybe it's because you're pretty. but a pretty face's never stopped her from cussing someone out before.

"i don't need your pity," vi attempts to spit out, to sound mean and intimidating. but it falls flat; sounds soft and a little slurred. "so if that's all you're offering then fuck off."

vi doesn't want you to fuck off, though.

she wants you to stay, and it's like you sense that because you don't move. in fact, you're staring at her, amused with a raised brow, that radiance of yours blinding.

"okay," you say easily. "but then you can't tell me what you actually want me here for."

vi's eyes widen, a slight jolt of shock sobering her up a bit.

"...what?"

"i know you, violet." her name rolls of your tongue perfectly. she wants to hear you say her name again. "whenever you lose a match, you drown yourself in booze and find someone to fuck." you reach for a glass behind the bar and set it on the counter. then you pour yourself a drink, smooth and elegant. "and i can only imagine that you're so interested in me because you want to fuck me, correct?"

vi swallows, feeling a bit too hot in her jacket. she doesn't answer immediately and that has you tilting your head to the side, a sly smirk gracing your pretty lips.

"do you want to fuck me, violet?"

god, yes.

"i want to fuck you," vi rasps out, flushed and pulsing between her thighs.

"good girl," you purr before tossing your drink back, showcasing the tempting curve of your throat and vi curses a little too loudly.

fuck.

[starmapz]

❝ in which yuji asks kento nanami how he knew you were soulmates ❞ ❦ cw ; gn!reader. fluff. ❦ words ; 744

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You don’t often train the students alongside your boyfriend Kento Nanami, but you can’t refuse him when he requests your help. He insists that the first-years could use a role model outside of Gojo and even himself, someone less ‘grating’, he’d stated in reference to Gojo, and someone less ‘stern’, in reference to himself.

Of course, you’re no stranger to the fact that Kento has taken Yuji in particular under his wing, the newest in the group of first-years to awaken his cursed energy. Though Kento is often hard on him, it comes from a place of care.

Although he tries to be a figure of authority with the kids most of the time, you see the way he softens ever-so-subtly around them, the way his pride leaks through and he finds himself smiling as Yuji looks to him for approval.

Of course, when Yuji approaches him with a question about you while you work independently on Nobara’s training, you feel your heart melt as you hear Kento’s voice soften.

“Nanamin?” Yuji approaches him curiously, somewhat meek in comparison to his usual demeanor. Nanami gives the boy his full attention, recognizing the way the boy’s mannerisms shift as he fiddles with his fingers. “What makes you think you and y/n are soulmates? I mean… How did you know?”

He’s barely within earshot of you, but still your concentration wanes as you strain to hear his response.

“Well,” he begins, sparing a glance up at you. Your back faces him but still he finds himself smiling at the sight of your serenity a small distance from him. “I suppose there’s a multitude of ways I know,” he hums in thought, returning his attention to Yuji. The boy’s eyes are wide, attentively listening to Kento.

“I found my home with y/n,” he explains, eyes flickering down to his student behind the green tint of his glasses. “I want to be around them all the time,” he continues, smiling to himself as even the thought of you relaxes him and his shoulders fall comfortably at his side, his stress momentarily forgotten.

“Let me put it this way. I’m sure you’re familiar with the feeling of going home and allowing yourself time to relax and recharge alone, yes?”

The young boy nods.

“I recharge faster with them around.”

Yuji pauses in thought, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head. “That makes sense,” he agrees thoughtfully, though Kento keenly notices he seems to still be deep in thought over something, still uncertain.

“You’re young, you have time to figure this out,” Kento encourages him, though he knows it's these fleeting moments of youth, of truly getting to be young, that weigh the most on the young boy. He’s long come to terms with his destined end as Sukuna’s vessel, much to your and Kento’s dismay, but in moments like these, you’re reminded that he’s still just a kid.

“I know.” His eyes fall to the ground. “What if I’m still not sure, even though I feel that way?”

Kento takes a long pause. Curious, you turn from your training with Nobara and find your eyes meet his. Behind those familiar glasses, mahogany eyes soften.

“Well… if god forbid we ever broke up, I would look for y/n in every single person I meet."

You could melt, your legs threatening to give out. Your heart pounds in your chest just as it did the day of your first kiss. Just as it still does for every kiss.

Your stomach flutters as you smile back at Kento, turning to a full grin as tears brim in your eyes, threatening to spill in pure elation. You don’t need to wonder if he feels the same way, it shows in the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, in the way he relaxes around you even now.

You’ve found your home in a person, just as he has too.

Kento Nanami is a stern man, it’s undeniable. But in the comfort of his home, that’s a side of him you rarely see, replaced with soft and sweet actions, gifts of flowers, and quiet moments together.

“I getcha, thanks Nanamin!” Yuji runs off just as Nobara pulls your attention back to her training. Still, you spare one last glance at your boyfriend.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you sharing a moment of still understanding, no words needed to communicate.

Kento Nanami is your soulmate.

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❦ a/n ; i hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading ♡

[biographydivider]

Urgent Brother Business

A little gift for @somerandomdudelmao in return for their delightful Future AU, and for blessing us with Tiny Tello. I couldn’t get the image of him bossing gigantic, adult Leo around out of my head!

“So the Krang dogs were last spotted here,” April was saying, tapping at a map she’d laid out across the War Room table. “If we come around the perimeter this way, we should be able to use these ruins as cover to...”

She looked up from the carefully plotted attack plans at the ten recruits she’d assembled to go over strategy; none of which were even looking at the map. “Seriously, guys?” April huffed. “I don’t even have to turn around to see what y’all are gawking at...”

Behind her in the hallway, the Leader of the Resistance, The Greatest Ninja of All Time and the turtle who was meant to be leading this damn meeting was crawling across the  floor, barely holding in a laugh as a tiny, furious green pancake led him about by the tails of his mask.

“Well,” April deadpanned, arms folded, “I’ve turned around, and I see. Master Leonardo, you wanna get involved, here?”

“Can’t, April,” Leo said, pointing down at the turtle tot, who was scowling through his custom, handmade glasses at the world around him. “I’m double-booked. Take it up with Donnie.”

Donnie - the recent victim of a severe bout of anti-aging that seemed to be going around the base of late - growled reedily and tugged on Leo’s mask tails.

“Oop, we’re off again. See you next time, Commander. Recruits.”

“The sooner Mikey works out how to change him back,” April sighed, turning back to her map, “the better. Okay, can we at least try to focus, please?”

Leo had been basically useless to the resistance since Donnie got babified; following him around and basically doing whatever his little brother (emphasis on little) wanted him to do. That or picking Donnie up and gently squeezing him around the middle, just to hear him squeak. It was so darn cute!

“Where are we going, bud?” Leo asked, as Donnie led him through the base, his face a mask of adorable determination. “You wanna go bath? S’at it? You wanna swim? Oh, we’re going to the kitchen? I can getcha a cookie, just don’t tell Raph...oh.”

They’d stopped just in front of the counter that held the battered, dinged but somehow miraculously still functional coffee machine. It was Donnie’s pride and joy - he’d rescued it from a decimated Starbucks a month or two back, painted a Genius Brand logo on it and had made it work on salvaged coffee beans, evaporated milk and a dream.

Tiny Donnie looked up at it expectantly.

“Uh, bud?” Leo said, getting to his feet and rubbing the back of his neck guiltily. “I don’t think I can get you a coffee right now. You’re just a little guy, and I don’t know what all that caffeine will do to your sensitive lil’ tum-tum.”

Donnie looked from the machine to Leo and, assuming he simply hadn’t made himself understood, jabbed a tiny finger in the direction of the machine.

“D. Coffee’s not a good idea right now.”

Donnie grumbled and pointed all the harder.

“Nuh-uh. No way.”

The turtle tot’s eyes widened in scandalised betrayal - then narrowed as he hissed out something that was obviously a very bad word in Baby-ese.

“Woah, woah, you watch your mouth, mister.” Leo bent down to scoop up his brother. “You need a time out, buddy. Away from all this --”

An entire arsenal of purple nimpo weaponry materialised around Donnie.

“...temptation,” Leo finished weakly. “Eeuough boy.”

“Okay,” April was saying back in the War Room, having finally - finally! - wrangled back the recruits’ attention. “So this next part’s important. Escape plan; this back alley is vital, everyone memorise the co-ordinates --”

BOOM BOOM BANG POW SCREECH POP BOOM BANG BANG BANG BANG

As one, the recruits snapped their attention to the doorway, just as Leo sprinted past, shrieking in terrified laughter as Donnie - somewhere in the haze of purple light and firepower that surrounded him - followed in hot pursuit.

“Donnie no, Donnie stop it I’m sorry, Donatello stand down I’m still your commanding officer--AAAAAGH!!!”

A soft, resonant boom, followed by a cloud of purple smoke. April deflated, finally admitting defeat and rolling up her map.

“Doesn’t matter. Just...don’t worry about it, guys.”

[pagesupinflames]

fuck you hoes BAM male with a penis baabe . did i getcha there ? BOOM transmasc autistic sweetheart . oh you want more ? is that all you got ??? WHAM nonbinary intersex freelancer . suck my dick and balls and lick my chocolate starfish you stupid fucks

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Searching for a Rainbow

Author: thefastestqueeralive

Artist: morla

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Claire Novak/Kaia Niaves, Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum

Length: 20000

Warnings: No warnings applicable

Tags: Bar AU, Bartender Dean, Depressed Castiel, Dad Castiel, Hurt/comfort, Office sex

Posting Date: October 23, 2024

Summary: Dean Winchester runs a cosy pub in Lebanon, Kansas that welcomes any and every sort of patron. He’s good at his job, he knows he is, and Dean prides himself on how he’s built this bar from the ground up, turning it into the successful business it is. One that can support not only himself but enables him to send money back home to his father to aide in paying the bills. Castiel Novak, looking for a new place to drown his recent sorrows, stumbles in one night and catches the eye of the handsome and charming bartender. When the blonde barkeep won’t take no for an answer, Cass has no choice but to accept the offer of a shoulder to cry on, an audience of one to listen to his pity party. Dean discovers he never needed to fear how his family would react to news that could alter one’s perception of his character. He is presented with opportunities to grow and occasions to celebrate, but before he can fully enjoy himself, he has to accept his truth. He leans on friends before family while he struggles to come to terms with who he truly is, but after he succeeds, Dean is rewarded richly with happy days on the horizon. Castiel learns how to grieve, how to accept loss, how to open himself up to new possibilities and learn to share his life and his love. He is thrust into a life changing situation, one where he is suddenly a parental figure with no prior experience in the field, and worst of all he has to deal with teenage mood swings right off the bat—no cute gurgling and baby babble to soften the coming blows. Set in the perspective of the homely tavern, Rocky’s Bar, witness two grown men and their vast (and complicated) families support one another through good and bad, thick and thin.

Excerpt: “Got this great IPA from Austin—Cosmic Cowboy. You’re gonna love it.” Castiel hears the bartender say when he steps inside. The man listens to the conversation between barkeep and patron as he drips his way over to the bar, footsteps heavy. When he sits himself on the endmost red stained leather stool, the sodden length of his trench coat slaps wetly against the wooden legs of the seating. Castiel grimaces at the noise, heard only by himself beneath the hum of chatter in the public house. The bartender, who’d introduced himself as Dean a few nights back, focuses his attention on Castiel now. “Hey again! What can I getcha?” The man’s chirpy demeanour grates somewhat on Castiel, who silently nods toward the tap in front of him. He’s been coming to this same bar for the past week straight now, ordering the same on tap lager; coincidentally the very one Dean was just selling to his previous patron. Alcohol isn’t a healthy coping mechanism, Castiel knows. It’s just… He’s having a hard time as of late, and this seemed the least destructive way to deal with his problems—at least in the short run. It’s merely something he’s using to help him through some recent issues and then he’ll go back to being a very casual drinker. In his defence, it’s not like he’s getting completely and utterly shitfaced every night—just enough to feel lighter, to feel the weight leave his shoulders and allow him a deep enough sleep that he won’t have nightmares. Castiel doesn’t know how to deal with loss, how to cope with the newly gaping hole in his chest. A few beers a night seemed the easiest and cheapest solution to forgetting his sadness; he worries if Social Services found out he was attending therapy or counselling that they wouldn’t see him fit for the role of parental figure/guardian. A glass slides its way in front of the rain soaked man, snapping him from his musings. “Penny for your thoughts?” comes Dean’s perky voice once more.

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[wendigonamecaller]

Can't Forget To Love You.

Desc: Azure, Alastor’s darling wife, died tragically and suddenly one night from tuberculosis. Ever since then, Alastor had become ruthless in his killings. Finally, he meets his end and hopes the pain from losing his bird would end, only for it to hurt tenfold when he wakes up in Hell with Azure nowhere to be found. Almost a century later, his thoughts are once again captivated by her essence just as an Angel falls and decides to help Charlie out with her dream.

TW: cannon type violence, death, angst, Azure is a fallen angel, Azure is secretly unhinged, emotional Alastor, Alastor in denial, Azure doesn’t realize Alastor was her Alastor at first, Azure falls because she defends her husband against Adam and Sera. Eventual smut, cursing, both Alastor and Azure try to beat around the bush, Alastor tries to protect her by pushing her away.

Chapter TW: Drinking, self esteem issues if you squint, Mimzy is a little shit, Mimzy knows exactly who Azure is, Mimzy is actually kinda nice.

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Chapter 2: She Only Smiles Like That When She's Drinkin'.

Azure wasn’t sure how she ended up in this dilemma, one moment she was arguing with two of the highest angels in Heaven, the next she was being thrown into the pits of Hell. She tried to use her wings to break her fall, only for them to somehow no longer be able to sustain her weight.

She landed gracelessly in front of a pub, or what she thought was one at least. The ex-angel looked up to see the sign on the establishment, a wave of nostalgia slapping her right across the face. ‘Mimzy’s’ was plastered on the sign, and the smell of Azure’s favorite whiskey was thick in the air as she opened the door.

She walked through the threshold and came face to face with something extremely new to her; demons in every corner, crowding the bar, taking up booths and tables, jazz playing loudly through speakers that added extra bass that Azure could feel vibrating her entire being, some on the dancefloor, and a few making out in a few corners.

A wolfish sinner passed her with what looked to be an imp of sorts, money poking out of his pockets. She quickly swiped it as she brushed past the sinner, only receiving a growl and glare from the sinner before he disappeared into the crowd. Azure brushed her darkening hair out of her face as she approached the bar, settling on a stool away from the rowdy group of demons that seemed to be having a drinking contest and her eyes brushed along the different bottles of alcohol lining the shelves. 

A short demoness wearing a pink flapper dress and bright blonde hair approached, giving Azure a welcoming, prideful grin.

“Ain’t ever seen ya ‘round here before, ya must be new. What can I getcha sweetie?” She asked, pulling out a glass.

“How much for a peach whiskey?” The ex-angel asked, folding her now useless wings behind her to keep them out of the way of other sinners.

“How much ya got sweetness?” The blond asked, pulling out a bottle of Azure’s favorite drink.

The now black haired female pulled out the money she’d swiped, showcasing at least $300. The ears on top of her head furrowed, knowing things would likely be a lot more expensive in Hell than in Heaven.

The blonde noticed this, and though that was more than enough money she decided to cut the poor sinner a break. “Tell ya what, tell me about yourself and you can have the whole damn bottle if ya want.” She offered, and Azure’s eyes lit up.

“Wait- really?” She asked, and the woman nodded. 

As the blonde poured some peach whiskey into the glass with some ice, Azure dived right in, happy to be lucky enough to find some hospitality. “Well, for starters my name is Azure, but I go by Azi.” She couldn’t remember when she started going by Azi, all she really remembered was her husband was insistent on calling her by the blasted nickname and eventually she just embraced it.

The woman smiled. “Sounds like someone I used to know, I’m Mimzy doll.” She introduced and Azure gave her a smile.

“Sounds like someone I used to know as well.” 

“How come you’re in this slopfest?” Mimzy asked, picking up a dirty glass to clean it. 

“Honestly I’m not sure. I’ve been dead since 1926.” Azure answered.

“And you’re just now wakin’ up in Hell? Dollface there’s a gap there.” Mimzy chuckled.

“Well, I know what got me here, I’m just not sure why.” Azure’s brows furrowed, and her right ear twitched. 

“Elaborate?” Mimzy asked, pausing and leaning against the counter as she paid attention to the hind. 

“I was in Heaven.” Azure whispered, not wanting any strangers to pick up on their conversation. Mimzy’s eyes widened.

“What did ya do to get the boot?” She asked as Azure finished off her first glass of whiskey.

“Argued with two of the higher angels.” She said sheepishly. 

She went to grab the glass of her second whiskey, only to notice her hand was nearly pitch black and had bright red claws that were long and sharp, extending from her second knuckle until an inch or two past her natural nail-bed. 

“Holy shit, you’re a firecracker aren’t ya?” Mimzy laughed and Azure smiled sheepishly.

“I guess that’s what my husband loved about me when we were alive.”

Azure stared into the mirror in the apartment Mimzy had graciously offered for her to stay in as long as she worked to earn her keep. Her features had changed a lot since her initial fall only hours earlier. Her wings were now a blood red and some of her down feathers were a darker red, the tips of her longer feathers turning a dark purple. Her skin was a pale gray color, fading to black on her hands and legs near her ankles and her hooves had turned to a brownish black color.

Her hair was gray by the roots, and faded to black the closer it got to the ends. Her ears had done the same, white at the base but fading to black at the tips, and cute white antlers poked out of her hair. She growled, a prey in life and death. 

Her now white eyes turned black for a second before her ears and antlers were hidden, a simple spell she used in Heaven to hide her animal traits that now included a wolf’s tail. Mimzy had said she’d find someone to help with her amnesia while she slept tonight, so Azure tried to put her racing thoughts to rest as she changed into a flimsy white nightgown that Mimzy had provided and sank under the covers of the bed in the bedroom of the apartment.

The next morning she awoke to Mimzy knocking on the apartment door, and quickly threw the door open. “G’morning doll, time to get you ready we’re leavin’ in a few minutes.” Mimzy threw the curtains open and turned on a few lights before setting an outfit on Azure’s bed.

“Where are we going?” The hind asked, tossing her nightgown off and folding it on the bed. 

Mimzy turned away respectfully while Azure changed, picking at her claws. “A friend of a friend has a place centered around redemption, thought maybe you’d be more suited to work there.” Azure tilted her head in confusion.

“Sinners can be redeemed?” She asked, and the blonde shrugged.

“Hell if I know, I just figured maybe some of the activities would help with that noggin of yours dollface.” Mimzy says as she goes behind the hind and ties the back of the shirt she wore together.

That brought both of the females to a hill near the outskirts of the Morningstar district, staring up at a large hotel. “Wow.” Azure commented, brushing her fringe out of her face.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet dollface.” Mimzy chuckled, and then led the black-haired hind up to the doors.

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 4: 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓽

Ah, the stinkies 😍

Loving these writings so far :3

Sorry I’m late y’all! A bitch needs some beddy time every now and again.

Tags: @rachi-roo (THANK YOU FOR THE HELP!!!) @chrimsss @giggly-squiggily

—this do have tickles below the cut ngl—

Out of all of the fighting that Magna and Luck did, it was a bit shocking when the hyperactive blonde had suggested a day off from battles between the two. Instantly, Magna was on his case like a detective.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?” The mohawked mage asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Still me! Still Luck, just Luck with an ouchie.” The boy replied, holding his shoulder and turning his arm. The grimace on his face couldn’t be ignored, and Magna frowned.

“An ‘ouchie’, eh? What’d you do?” Magna stepped toward the blonde, only to have him jump back with an angry look. “What?”

“No! You’re gonna be mean to me!” The lightning mage replied with a pout.

“I’m not gonna-“

“No! You’re gonna come twist my arm and call me a baby, so just go away! It’s not that bad, we can fight again tomorrow,” Luck whined.

Magna laid a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder and applied a quarter ounce of pressure. Luck instantly opened his mouth with hitched breath as his hand shot up to grab the latter’s.

“Hey, ow!” The boy hissed.

“Not that bad, my ass,” the flame mage sneered, placing a hand on Luck’s back. “Come on, let’s go get you some of Charmy’s food, and get you resting up.”

The cheery berserker followed in defeat, not knowing how to handle being out of commission.

—

After listening to his teammate and taking a nap, and eating a dish made by Charmy, he was feeling a lot better. The boy woke up with bright eyes and a big smile as he heard a knock on his door.

“How you holdin’ up, bud?” Magna entered with a patent grin, sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Much better! My shoulder must’ve just been in a weird place when I slept or something. Go ahead and test me, I’m cured!”

A brilliant idea of vengeanceto check on his friend’s shoulder brought a smile to the mohawked boy’s lips. “Healed, eh? You want me to test it? Here, lay down flat.”

A prideful grin tugged on Luck’s face as he flopped into his bed, face down. “Give me your worst, I can take it!”

“Oh I’m planning to…” Magna muttered menacingly as he cracked his knuckles. “Let’s see how much you can handle, big shot.” He sat atop of Luck’s bottom, just shy of the boy’s lower back.

“Wait! That’s not what I-” The blonde whined as he tried to kick his way upward. “Hey! Come on- EEP! Mahahahagnahaha! Nohohoho!”

“Oh? I thought you wanted me to do my worst! I’m just checking on your shoulder, that’s all.” Magna cooed as he pinched a “massage” over Luck’s shoulders.

The lightning mage whined as he buried his head into his comforter, trying hard to ignore the ticklish shockwaves being sent through his shoulderblades. “Cohohohome ohohohon! Nahahat fahahahair!”

“Are you sure your shoulder’s better? What about the rest of you?” The flame mage teased, grabbing one of Luck’s arms and holding it over his head. “You think that’s not fair? Try this.”

Blue eyes widened when the lightning mage felt a sudden, unbearable feeling in his lower ribs. “WAITWAITWAIT MAHAHAHAGNAHAHAHA! HYEHEHEHAHAHA!”

“Ohhhh! Magna found a good spot, huh? Gonna getcha, Lucky!” Magna sing-songed as he tweaked his teammate’s ribs. “Now I know a way to put you in your place when you piss me off!”

“NOHOHOHO MAHAHA—snort— MAHAHAGNAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

The flame mage stopped in shocked awe. “Dude! Did you just snort?!”

Luck whined as he buried his head further into the blanket. “L-Leheheave mehehe alohohohohoooooone. Dohohohont behehehe mehehehean.”

“Mean? Oh Luck…” in a quick move, Magna had stood up and flipped the boy onto his back, capturing both wrists in one hand and holding them above his head. “I’m your worst nightmare.”

Little pops of lightning flickered through the room, accentuating the young mage’s frantic giggles as his teammate went in for the kill.

With face flushed and eyes squeezed shut, Luck threw his head back and snorted like a madman as Magna blew raspberry after raspberry all over his torso, infatuated by the adorable sound.

But if you asked him, Luck didn’t seem to mind at all.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Good Day for It Thugs x Reader || Excerpts

Plot: Lyle gets stolen from, again, and he's taking his anger out on his men. You know you should stay quiet, you know you need to stay quiet, but when he goes for Him- you cant.

Includes: Dale Acton, Norman Tyrus and Wayne Jackson.

Warnings: Lyle being violent and RUDE.

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @slxsherwriter .

Dale Acton:

You could see it coming, the way Lyle was walking around with that 'everything belongs to me' air about him. When he started to wander too close to Dale for your tastes, you kept your eye on him from you spot sitting very very still on the couch. You wonder- would he d a r e? Would he d a r e hurt Dale in your house? Under your roof??

He's really mad, you think. He very well might. And a morbid part of yourself wishes he would try; see what happens.

You kept your eyes on him, but were too slow.

Dale had a cut across his cheek bone from the metal ring Lyle wore after he hit him, and you saw red.

After checking on Dale, brushing your knuckles against his cheek and asking are you okay?... quietly; getting a huffy nod from him, because his pride smarts at getting hit like that by an old guy and not being able to do shit about it, you nod and promptly turn around. You take two steps, one past Norman and one past Wayne, and then lunge.

-Norman catches you and drags your ass back to Dale kicking and wriggling and cursing at Lyle, but you're not afraid of Lyle fucking Tyrus. Or you just love Dale that much. Either way- now he knows it; staring at you being held back by Dale with his arms around you, in breathless disbelief.

"Baby, c'mon- you gotta calm down, please. You cant hurt him, he'll getcha back. He'll fucken kill you. Calm down, please, c'mon. Please please, baby, please. Listen to me. Listen- t's not worth it, its just a scratch. C'mon- I need you- I need you to-- fucking calm down- "

Norman Tyrus:

"- Excuse me?" Lyle asks, turning to look at you over his shoulder. You said something you shouldn't have, but you're too pissed right now to take it back.

"You heard me- " Norman tries to stop you, put his hands on your shoulders and make you calm down right now- remember who you're talking to- but you're perfectly well aware of who you're fucking talking to and you shrug him off of you. "Norman does everything around here. And what grunt work he doesn't do, Dale or Wayne do. You don't do shit except talk big. You're just the weird guy who just has to take his clothes off when he kills someone but they let you do it anyway cuz it makes you happy- and thats how you deal with delusional people. You placate them."

"... watch your bitch." Lyle tells his brother, not even addressing you directly, and your anger fire gets even hotter.

"You watch me. And- and how dare you try to hit him?? How does you decrepit, senile ass assume you have any right? How dare you."

After a moment of silence inside the dank barn; you glaring hard at Lyle and him looking pissed off and disbelieving back at you, finally, and Norman just standing there waiting to see what Lyle (Or you, apparently) will do next... Lyle shifts his gaze heavily off you and to his brother again. You get ready to open your mouth and yell at him again, but this time he beats you to it. "Get them outta here. Or I'll kill them."

"No- " Before you can even finish the single-syllable word, Norman's forcing you out of the room. Actually forcing you, you think your arm's gonna bruise! When you're out and the door closes though he immediately lets you go. "... what?" You spit defensively when you notice him looking at you with that same monotonous second-in-command look he was giving inside.

... after a long, impregnable moment, Norman bursts out into an amused smirk, chuckling. "Jesus christ, Y/N."

Wayne Jackson:

You were shocked stick-still and wide eyed to see Lyle hit his own brother, giving him a blood nose, but when his evil gaze fell on Wayne your eyes narrowed.

You didn't even realise you'd moved until you were face-to-face with Lyle and his terrifying soulless eyes; You'd stuck yourself directly in front of Wayne. Put yourself immediately in Lyle's path.

And you're not at all scared; settling Wayne's even worse cousin with a terrible glower of your own. The look on your face reads 'try me'.

"... get out of my way."

You reach back and pinch the cuff of Wayne's jacket between your fingers, almost as if to demonstrate ownership. "Back, the fuck, off." Why are you suddenly so protective of Wayne?? You're not entirely sure he needs it and he certainly doesn't deserve it, but the thought of this man attacking him - making him bleed, making him hurt, - , fills you up with a hot, frustrated, pissed-off feeling something like anger but worse. Meaner. When Lyle doesn't back up at all, and instead his eye twitches out of irritation, you raise your chin up and show him how determined you are.

Wayne's behind you and you can feel his presence as loudly as if he spoke, which he doesn't. He doesn't utter a damn word, uncharacteristically, but when Lyle's gaze shifts to something behind you you imagine the scary stony look on his face backing you up (again, uncharacteristically).

When Lyle's gaze shifts back to yours Wayne squeezes your arm and you give Lyle one last silencing look, daring him to say anything, before taking Wayne's hand in yours and guiding him away.

[cjlouwho]

I just watched 2x16 Pride 😭

oh yeah, that one will getcha good!

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Grown-Up Situation 9

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata, Nagisa, Shinobu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"You need to be especially careful, Yuuta-kun. You’ve had a real bad mouth lately thanks to a certain somebody’s influence."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Back Alley in Downtown

First day of 2×2 episode 5, beginning filming of “Experience Living On The Streets”…

Nagisa: …Alright, then, what should we do?

…This is my first appearance on 2×2, a program that has 2wink as the leads, so I’ll try to keep out of the way and adapt to your style.

Yuuta: Ah, by the way, beginning now, be conscious of the cameras and act accordingly.

We have ES’ prided unnecessarily-skilled hidden cameramen secretly filming us.

Hinata: Yup! It won’t be entertaining for our viewers if we’re too conscious of the camera, but if we get too careless and say something without thinking, it won’t be broadcastable.

You need to be especially careful, Yuuta-kun. You’ve had a real bad mouth lately thanks to a certain somebody’s influence.

Yuuta: And who is this somebody? I think you might be misunderstanding something, Aniki, if you think this is about that gambler who laughs with a “gyahaha”.

Hinata: You don’t have to deny it so readily.

Shinobu: Umm. Then, from now on, “sessha” is prohibited de goza…. prohibited.

Nagisa: …I have to become a god, too.

Yuuta: Shinobu-kun aside, wouldn’t it be alright for you to stay in your natural state, Ran-senpai?

Nagisa: …Yeah. That’s how my policy is these days, but I’m still worried if my true self will be accepted by my fans and such.

…So maybe I shouldn’t be me, but instead act as the domineering, masculine me that one naturally associates with my appearance.

…I suppose that is what Ibara had envisioned when he named us “Adam”.

…When I think about that, I feel compelled to play the “God Mode” that I’m so used to.

Hinata: I getcha~, I’m also worried about if fans will accept 2wink’s, or rather, my little brother’s recent changes.

I find myself thinking, “wouldn’t it be better just to keep the same two-as-one 2wink as before?”

Yuuta: Fortunately, while I dunno if it’s well-received, we’ve been getting more attention than ever! It’s just conjecture, but isn’t that what also got us our namesake program 2×2?

Hinata: I suppose that’s true… Wait, is it alright for us to be chatting?

Filming for our “experience” has already begun. We’ve gotta get it together.

According to Anzu-san’s instructions through HoldHands, we’ll start our living experience in different locations as pairs.

After that, we might join together or we might not; or maybe we will team up to antagonize and crush one another. How we live our lives is up to us.

And whoever has the better life by the end of the last day is who wins.

Yuuta: Those victory conditions are rather vague. Even going by “better life”… Maybe like The Game of Life[1], with whoever has the most money wins?

Hinata: Well in any case, we’ll have to head over to our respective starting points.

Farewell for a while, Yuuta-kun, Onii-chan will miss you—

Wh- whaa?

Ran-senpai? Why are you picking me up?

Nagisa: Let’s move then, Hinataaaaaa!

Hinata: Huuuuh!?

Ran-senpai’s character suddenly changed!? Ah, oh right, is this what his “God Mode” is like?

Shinobu: It’s been a while for Ran-senpai, so I guess his calibration is a bit off…

Hinata: I feel so boggled because this is the complete opposite of Ran-senpai’s usual self… T-the regular, normal Ran-senpai I can do just fine with!

Nagisa: Quiet, it’s fine so let’s go! Just shut up and come with me!

Hinata: Wow, he’s carrying me to the location bus in his arms~… His speech and words are rough, but since his personality is the same kind Ran-senpai as always, there’s an extra big gap~…

Yuuta: S-See ya~!

Shinobu: Umm. So is this a good place for you and I (sessha), I mean, I (boku), to start?

Yuuta: Yup. Though, in order to be fair, we’ve been instructed not to move until Team Aniki is in place.

Shinobu: Team Aniki, huh. Guess there’s no other way to describe it.

Yuuta: But well, it should be fine to hold a strategy meeting. Actually, what should we do?

Shinobu: I don’t even know what to do… I really have no experience living on the street, I’m just a normal kid from a normal family.

So basically, I feel like you, who are used to this thing, should set up the plan.

Yuuta: Hmm… But now that I think about it, when we had run away from home, I was basically carried around by Aniki.

It was Aniki who made sure we had food and a place to sleep, so I might not know how to do that.

Shinobu: Huhh? S-Suddenly I feel anxious about this…

Yuuta: W-Well, better than Shinobu-kun, who has no experience, right? You can count on me, who has plenty of experience! ♪

Shinobu: Uu, I’m anxious because it’s feeling more plausible you’re just saying that…

But it’s true that it’s still better than myself, who has no experience at all.

I’ll count on you, and I’ll cooperate with anything you do, as long as you lead the way.

Yuuta: Hmmm… I’ve been feeling the same about the previous episodes too, but I have no experience leading a team at all…

When I’m told to take on a role of leadership, I become completely stumped.

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He's referring to the board game here; you might just know of it as “Life”!

[generalwildcat]

Queer Headcannons

Since discovering the story behind the epic gift that is Bet On It, my friend and i have been going back and forth with some queer HSM headcannons. Just a few, nothing intricate or anything like that.... 👀

Friend's Headcannons:

Troy should have been bi. His story is a really good metaphor for being in the closet. Especially as someone who felt pressure to do sports and be this popular masculine guy.

Imagine how funny it would be if Troy was giving Ryan way more attention than Sharpay and how annoyed she'd be, but then when she found out about them she'd be the biggest supporter.

It would make more sense for Sharpay to realize she had feelings for Gabriella all along. Taylor would probably figure out Gabriella is queer before Gabriella does so when Gabriella finally comes out Taylor would be all "well finally!"

Kelsi is the quiet ace in the corner who low key knows everything. She's too cool to be cishet.

Chad is the clueless cishet guy who's surprised to learn anyone is gay but is cool with it. AKA the token straight guy. BUT he could also be bicurious or is not typically attracted to men so when it happens it's really confusing for him.

Zeke doesn't care, he just uses peoples' coming outs as an excuse to bake more.

Darbus is the safe space and is the teacher who supervises the Gay Straight Alliance Club.

Mrs. Montez is the ally parent who wears pride buttons and pins to PTA meetings.

Coach Bolton is the person everyone is afraid to come out to and he doesn't totally get it but will end up giving a sappy speech about unconditional love.

Stick to the Status Quo is a whole coming out scene, which leads to gay interpretations of every other song.

Start of Something New is realizing you're queer.

Getcha Head in the Game is trying to ignore your queerness.

What I've Been Looking for is accepting that you're obviously queer.

Bop to the Top is gay activism and a joke about being a top.

Breaking Free is literally coming out.

My Headcannons:

If HSMTMTS is considered cannon and Troy and Gabriella really are in marriage counseling could that be because he was secretly bi this whole time?

OR, if the marriage counseling is cannon then what if Troy and Gabriella are still having issues and Troy's in a funk because Gabriella's all he knows and he desperately wants everything to work out? So he ends up going so far as to ask the Evanseses if they can use Lava Springs for an anniversary/vow renewal thing cause maybe that can help, which they do and for a while things seem pretty good. Meanwhile Gabriella has been getting closer to Sharpay through all this and texting and talking to her about stuff and feels comfortable confiding in her. Which maybe leads to something?

And if it does lead to something, imagine how Ryan feels about Sharpay not talking to him about questioning her sexuality especially when he kinda did that/was in denial for years.

Wait, what if Troy was actually the straight one the entire time and suddenly everyone comes out as queer and he has no idea what he missed? (My friend's response to this was Troy would be so clueless to a guy hitting on him, he'd just think they were good friends and his friend was being so supportive and thoughtful to him and it wouldn't be until someone said something that Troy realized his guy friend was hitting on him all along.)

Chad is bi and in a straight-presenting relationship with Taylor. What might've happened is that Chad and Taylor broke up at the end of HSM3 but remained friends through college, which was when Chad got close to another guy and confided in Ryan and eventually Taylor. They help him work through his feelings and realize he's bi. He tries dating the guy but the guy gets jealous of Chad's close relationship with Taylor which results in their breakup and eventually Chad and Taylor do get back together. Except Chad never tells anyone else because he realizes he gave Troy so much flack in high school for wanting to do music instead of basketball and not only does he not wanna go through that himself, but he also wants to do a better job at accepting people for who they are and he does.

Kelsi and Ryan remain good friends after high school and end up being each others' realizations/acceptance that they're both queer. Kelsi ends up becoming an honorary aunt to Ryan and his husband's future twins and, who knows, maybe she also ends up being their surrogate.

What Time Is It is getting a vacation from acting straight/straight-presenting and having the actual freedom to be queer.

All For One is the coming together of everyone queer in support of each other without worrying about TERFs or gatekeeping.

We were totally not coming up with an HSM AU where everyone and everything is gay and i absolutely did not start sharing my gay headcannons for their future kids that i'm always thinking about but never gonna actually write....

[egg-emperor]

feel free to ignore this if it's too weird or overly fluffy; but do you have any tickling headcanons for eggman? like how would he would act as the one instigating, or how he would react to someone trying to do it to him?

i apologize if this ask is strange or uncomfy. hope you're having a good day either way, your blog is great 💖

Thank you, I appreciate the consideration. Fortunately this is one of the cute type of concepts that I do enjoy! 😊💜

When Eggman is the one instigating the tickling, I imagine it would be when he gets into one of his cheeky and playful moods. He'll be grinning slyly while creeping up behind his unsuspecting victims, or if they turn around and notice him, he'll struggle to hide his smile and it will look like he's trying to hold back laughter and when it gives away that he's up to something but they still don't know exactly what, he'll reveal it by immediately striking hehe

He'll often pounce and pin down his victim and his large hands will easily target all their sensitive areas and have full freedom to run them all over their body when he keeps them held down with his soft heavy tummy alone, or has them straddled with his legs too. When they instinctively kick and squirm when he reaches for certain spots, he'll pull them back in place and say "I'm gonna getcha" and playfully growls like he's a big tickle monster bear XD

He likes it when they're trapped and at his mercy, it's another way that he can have power over someone but in a more lighthearted funny silly way, which he desires just as much as the serious and threatening ways for some simple fun in life, especially when he's feeling playful. He has that youthful cheekiness to him that's cute to see but his usual desire for dominance and control shows in it at the same time with his enjoyment and pride and the smirk on his face.

He also enjoys when they're reduced into a weakened giggly mess and he can say he's won over them despite their attempts to resist and that they have submitted to him, which he's proud of because it's exactly along the lines for the rules of the Eggman Empire and he'll like to roleplay that in a silly way during it too hehe. And his big fluffy stache and soft lips can also tickle, so he may nuzzle into and nip at and press kisses against their most sensitive areas too 🥰

As for the flip side, Eggman will swear down that he isn't ticklish himself and he has the strength to fight off those who try, so people often don't get to test that and see if it's true. But if he's targeted when he doesn't expect it and doesn't have the chance to react or resist in time, then he'll struggle to hold back his amusement as he squirms involuntarily when they reach the right spots, then he snorts and laughter starts to escape him.

He'll quickly be embarrassed and blush hard when it reveals the secret he's pretty shy about because he doesn't want everyone to know his weaknesses of any kind! His most sensitive and ticklish areas are certain spots on the sides of his tummy when running hands along in a rubbing motion, his rarely exposed underarms, and his famously large feet with the wide span of his soft soles, as seen when he finally frees them for swimming lol

He'll giggle cutely and get louder while betting for them to stop but the big smile on his face the whole time says he enjoys it. And the biggest secret is that raspberries blown on the softest part of his tummy in the middle are his ultimate weakness and limit, he completely loses control and is at their mercy if they find it. And when it's really intense and overwhelming then he can't hold back and bursts into his full blown adorable "hoho" laughter!

Then he becomes much too weak to fight back despite his strength, he tries to squirm and kick his legs but it's futile, he can't put all his strength into it as he's weakened and reduced into smiles, giggles and tears as he's overwhelmed by the sensation. Everyone else will hear too for miles but he can't hold back anymore and while keeps trying to tell them to stop between his giggling fit, he might finally accidentally blurt out that he actually loves it instead!

Overall he will enjoy it a lot despite how he's also a little flustered to be seen in such a vulnerable and weakened state before them. And after that he'll beg for them to not tell anyone about how ticklish he secretly is for his reputation's sake as he doesn't want them to know that he has such a cute weakness and adorable reaction like that. It's a very precious and intimate secret to keep about the fierce diabolical future emperor of the world! XD 💖

Hope you like it and that you're having a good day too! I am, it was a beautiful day and I enjoyed it outside. And I'm really happy you enjoy my blog, thank you so much 💕

[rosetintedgunman]

Mark has yet to visit the Roller, and truthfully, he hadn't expected to arrive with a bunch of Valentine's Day chocolates. In the midst of bad blood that's feeling rather one sided, paying forward Wilford's visit is... a matter of pride, he can tell himself.

"I have some leftover props to share." He holds out an appropriately pink box. "How do you feel about assorted?" (stageplayhero)

@stageplayhero

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The great thing about the Roller was that it was impossible to miss once you decided you wanted to visit. As a place that existed in the space between the pages of a story, the asterisk separating one scene from another, it was everywhere and nowhere. There was a physical address that you could use, or you could put out the intention to search for Wilford and let a door take you there.

Sometimes, one might wonder what exactly Wilford was in the cacophony of tales. In truth, he was just a man who saw the fake reality for what it was and only used it to his advantage for very specific situations. He could wield far more power than anyone else and yet... He didn't. He was content to spend his time making sure none of the arcade machines were broken, then return to the bar to tidy up for the night - at least, until someone entered.

"O-oh, hey." A visitor was not unexpected, but Mark was. Wilford was not the smartest box in the toolshed, but even he knew that he wasn't particularly liked by the actor (not that Wilford knew why. He was a great guy! And behaving too! Extra bonus there!). So then... Why was Mark here?

"New props?" He waved Mark toward one of the freshly wiped tables so the pink box (excellent choice) could be put down for both to examine. Sure enough, there was a selection of chocolates ready for the taking. "Ya know me too well. There's no way I'd miss out on a chance like this." A piece of milk chocolate was lifted and casually tossed into his mouth. It had a hint of orange in it. Very nice!

"Hey, uh... Wanna stay here for a bit before ya head off ta th' next adventure? I could getcha a drink of some sort. Maybe it'll help ya fer th' trip home?"

[alkasden]

*winkwonks back*

"This why we have fun, Prinny. Gots to getcha back to Pride sometime for another rockin' time!"