#🙄 anon

[ax-y10]

anons/mutuals

anons; 🙄 anon (@justanormalfangirlx2) mouse anon 🎧 anon

mutuals; jovie, sticks, misfit, chlo, stars, river, reeve, lilly, connor, mania, lana, gracie, deejay, daniela, russ, kiwi, haunty, nico, cami, phantom, ena, taylor pheliiaa, athena, average, rose

[se-venden-flores]

mmmmwah//// whatever

-🙄 anon

dude....!! 😚

[fallingsunflower]

PS — I swear this person is either like 14 and really naive or just trolling. Can I be 🙄 anon? Lolol.

Yes LMAO that’s my mood 24/7 now

[polinsated]

Tell me what to do. I will do everything. No. Tell me.

[princessbrunette]

omg what if during a little mission, john b and jj can’t find puppy and bunny until they get back to the van and hear the girls making out but whining about sitting on the other girls lap just wanting to be babied and cared for! i love these two subby girls <3 it’s messy but the get through it together

this drabble is making me giggle cos are they all just really comfy with eachother? are they all one big polyamorous mess? idk

⊹ ₊ ˚ 🎀 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡

john b stopped in his tracks and stared for a second. he couldn’t help it, it was quite the sight.

“dude they pro’lly just headed back to the chateau okay— they said they didn’t wanna be a part of all this so—oh.” jj isn’t long behind him, walking into the back of john b stood before the twinkie. inside on the floor, the two girls roll about together — puppy winding up on top of bunny, wriggling in her denim shorts as bunny’s skirt gathered around her waist. there’s a smacking sound as they pull off eachothers mouth.

“y’got to be on top last time!” bunny complains in a mewl and puppy groans, devastated.

“but i need it—”

the conversation becomes a mess of irritated whines through kisses before jj clears his throat.

“hey, uh — girlies? hate to interrupt.” the blonde leans against the door as the two girls carelessly turn around. pup shuffles over to the door, looking up happily at john b. she always favoured him, following him around like a — well, lost puppy. he smiles in greeting, scratching behind her ear.

bunny sits up on her elbows, not even bothering to pull her skirt down which was gathered around her belly, white panties with the pink bow on full display.

“wha’ssup?” she pouts, remnants of glittery gloss that wasn’t smeared on puppy’s face still catching the light.

“nothin’. we’re headed back. was lookin’ for you everywhere, dudettes.” jj shakes his head, climbing into the van and john b walks around the vehicle, swinging his keys around his finger and opens the driver seat door.

“yeah, about that — you guys can’t just run off without saying anything okay? preeetty sure it’s my head in your parents guillotines if either of you get hurt. okay?”

⊹ ₊ ˚ 🎀 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡

[etz-ashashiyot]

Friendly reminder that A Land for All is an excellent organization that is still, even now, working to create an equitable resolution to the conflict. Please check them out:

I also strongly recommend reading through their full proposal here.

[guinevereslancelot]

what was with cameron house md she spends 90% of the episode saying she wants their patient to die bc he's a genocidal dictator and her colleague husband says "babe it bothers me for ethical reasons that you want our patient to die :(" and she said "hm maybe you're right :/" but when it comes down to it the genocidal dictator lays a finger on her in an aggressive manner and chase instantly commits medical malpractice to murder the guy and then when he tells her she LEAVES HIM bc boo hoo he's a murderer now like GIRL he killed a man for you!!! he's wracked with catholic guilt!!! he's being crushed beneath the weight of his sins because he chose his devotion to you over his devotion to god!!! he literally could not get any sexier at this moment in time!!!

[ohimsummer]

PLEASE MORE OLD SATORU ANGST AND MY LIFE IS YOURS ILL EVEN SELL MY KIDNEY (no pressure btw)

— angst, character death (you 😽), old! satoru

based off this post

after you pass, if satoru isn’t going through the motions and letting the day slip by him, he goes to visit your grave. he always has a bouquet of flowers to place there, an arrangement of your favorite kind and favorite color. he stares at your tombstone for a while, tracing your name engraved as if this is not real. as if you will pop up next to him any second now and when he turns back to look, it will be a different name with a different date.

sometimes your kids accompany him to pay their respects. they wrap an arm around satoru in a hug and both of them shed tears at your memory again, choking out ‘i miss you’s before breaking down into full-fledged sobs and wishing you were there to comfort them again. the thought of you being gone now forever is a pain that will take them ages to get used to, if they ever grow used to it all. this is not some temporary thing; they will never experience your smile again, your touch again, your laughter, your kindness, they won’t ever get to have a conversation with you ever again. hear an ‘i love you’ from you ever again.

when satoru comes alone, he likes to kneel or sit next to your final resting place. sometimes it hurts his knees and puts an ache in his legs when he finally has to get up again, but he doesn’t mind. he just wants to sit comfortably next to you. he imagines your spirit is kneeling beside him with a head on his shoulders. he wishes it were real, that you were alive again and he could press another kiss to the crown of your head.

he talks a lot during these solitary visits. tells you what’s happened recently, even if it is as mundane as seeing a dragonfly out in your still-thriving garden (that he refuses to let die with you). he tells you what he ate, how he slept, if he got sick or not recently because these are things you would care about if you were still here. his well-being. satoru tells you how that show you two started has finally ended, and spends twenty minutes describing how so that you don’t miss a single detail.

he tells you how the kids are doing, how the grandkids are doing. how your oldest got a promotion at their current job, and how they cried when he told them you would have been so proud. how your grandkids are getting older, they’re walking now, and he wishes you were there to see it. he hopes you can see it, wherever you are beyond the grave. satoru talks and he talks and he talks until his throat runs dry, and then he sits in silence until it is time to leave.

he rests his head against your gravestone for a minute before he does, brows furrowing as he fights back tears. and then he whispers a bunch of ‘i love you’s again, hoping that you hear, hoping that you didn’t forget.

[allastoredeer]

Know of any Radioapple fics where Lucifer starts out as the jerk/dick in the relationship?

Unfortunately, I don’t have any radioapple fics where Lucifer starts out as the jerk 😔 which is a huge fucking shame.

I did recently go through the Hazbin tag on AO3 and saved a TON of fics that caught my eye, so maybe one of those will have it. I’ll keep you posted 👉👉

Not to self-promote but my radioapple series “Just Kiss Already” kind of starts out with Lucifer being a jerk in the beginning. It’s intermingled with him slowly developing feelings for Alastor and feeling obligated to help him for helping Charlie, but his bitchy side REALLY shows itself in the fourth installment “Chaggie’s Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course.”

I enjoy Lucifer and Alastor being mean to each other, but part of Lucifer’s character arc is going to focus on his aversion to sinners and how he thinks of them (in light of his growing feels gs to Alastor, a sinner who definitely earned his place in Hell) so he’s still going to have a lot jerky moments.

[ax-y10]

alright back with another request lolz i should just become an anon 🙄

you can do anyone you want but can you make it so where the reader basically tells them what an amazing person they are to the cc! breaking up with them in the same day?

bonus points if you have them say it at the same time

“you’re such an amazing person!” you say, while at the same time, (person) says,

“I’m breaking up with you, y/n.”

i’m claiming 🙄 anon

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

In which- He has always loved Y/n, but now, he just can't.

A/n: Ofc you can be 🙄 anon. I Just got home and had to write this as fast as possible, it was such a good idea. I made it more of a blurb just because, Like I've stated before, I'm not good writing angst but I tried to cover everything in this. I didn't know who to write so I just stated "he".

Chapter info: No specific cc!, Sad, mention of loneliness, mention of Y/n. Thats all I can think of at the moment.

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

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That morning, you'd told him how amazing he was and how you are so grateful he was in your life-

"You are an amazing person to me and I am so grateful to have met you"

And just after dinner, sitting down to watch a movie and cuddle up close to each other, you thought it was off that he wouldn't sit down

"Darling, what's wrong? Why aren't you sitting down?"

"I don't know how much longer I can pretend to love you. I need some space to gather my feelings. But for now, I'm breaking up with you."

And that was maybe the loneliest night you had ever spent in that bed.

[dizzybizz]

hey there i'd like to request one (1) sampo eating a burger jerma style thank you so much

anon, from the bottom of my heart, tysm for this request. i hope you enjoy this cursed image you have inspired.

1 sampo eating a whopper coming right up!!

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

I can't wait to get Kieran to reluctantly fall in love with me

👆in denial

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[warcriminalpastry]

What are your current thoughts on Lando??? Are you still on the hate train??? Have you abandoned it??? Inquisitive minds want to know!!!

i have decided not to waste my energy on hating him. i’m still a hater tho don’t get me wrong, i still want him to bottle his pole and i still want oscar to outperform him like the no.1 driver he his. but most importantly i want him to lose the championship to max 🥰. he’s not the driver who’s gonna be on top of my list ever. this is a sport so i don’t think i’m in the wrong to not like him. i’m just rooting for different people 🤷🏽‍♀️.

instead i invest my energy by being horny on main for mr oscar piastri and max verstappen. (i have more fun that way)

i mean look at maxcar i’m so so lost in their sauce

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

"Amen might be the most gorgeous male LI we ever had and one of the best written ones. The devotion between him and Eva despite all odds being against them is endlessly touching, the soulmate energy is off the charts 😍 I romanced everyone for a while and the other LIs in the book can't really compare to him, there I said it 🙊"

[princessbrunette]

jj and john b not understanding why youre only nice to pope and never mouth off to him but do it to them so they try coaxing it out if you !!!!

-🏹

especially john b. cos john b is used to being the one that gets you to behave !!!!! he’s already being a softie on you, what more do u want ?????? jj knows his place, knows he’s the trouble maker of the group so it makes sense to him— but john b???? jombee???? daddy?????

maybe he has you cornered, all pouty with those big brown eyes, trying to get you to ease up on him. you go through phases, a couple of days at a time where you’re glued to one of their hips, and he wants to hurry his turn along !! he’s got you alone in the chateau, really soft smirk on his face, head tilted a little, whilst he’s rubbing at your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“been pushin’ me out for pope baby? did— did i do somethin’? don’t want your daddy anymore?”

and you’re all pouty n doe eyed on him just like he thought you would be !!! “no! just feel like being good for pope lately… he’s bein’ really nice… and you took jj’s side the other day when he was telling me off…” you huff, fiddling with the button on his patterned shirt and he just nods, all of it making sense.

“ah, so that’s what this is, huh?”

n you bet ur ass he’s gonna make u cum on his fingers right then and there til all u know is daddy daddy daddy !

[f1-stuff]

You mentioned omegaverse in the surreal DC reblog where he’s commenting far too much on Charles’s smell lol and it made me wonder if you’ve ever considered writing omegaverse Charlos? Do you have any interest or not so much your thing?

Love your work <33333

Hello! ❤️ I didn't used to be into omegaverse very much tbh, but something clicked in the last couple years and I started to vibe with it a lot more. I actually did start to write an abo charlos fic, that's also a Victorian-era royalty arranged marriage situation (woo that's a mouthful 😂), but I haven't added much to it in a while...

The funny thing is that I find myself forgetting it's abo while writing bc there's so much else going on, and then I have to throw in a line about someone's scent asghfjlslsdk. But anyway, I'm gonna share a little more of it now just because I feel like it's been a while since I posted a fic or a snippet...

“Charles.”

Impatience has crept into his mother’s voice by the second utterance of his name, and yet Charles still takes the time to finish the page he’s reading before clapping the (dreadfully boring) book shut and looking up at her expectantly. As usual, she doesn’t look particularly amused by his stubbornness.

“Charles, I was thinking that perhaps you and I should stay away from the palace for an additional month or so.”

“What?” he frowns. “Why?”

“To rest,” she suggests. “It’s been a very tough week, and you still don’t look well-”

“Maman,” he sighs, rubbing his temple where a headache is starting to form. Of course, he won’t tell her that. “I feel fine. And I’m ready to go home. We already missed Uncle’s birthday. We are not missing Papa’s.”

His mother doesn’t reply. It’s not the first time she’s brought it up, and it won’t be the last, but Charles isn’t losing this particular argument. Not even if he has to escape back to the palace himself. A week away from his father in his poor condition is already too much to bear, let alone the prospect of more time apart.

Charles and his mother’s retreat to their country residence had been unavoidable. The ‘very tough week’ in question is Charles’ heat, which had been brought on early due to the stress he's been under, caused by his numerous advisors' renewed efforts as of late to convince him to sign the regency order. No doubt they’ll be hoping that now, weakened by five days of fever and delirium, he’ll feel further compelled to relinquish his power to a regent in the event of his father’s death before he’s come of age.

It’s never going to happen, and his mother doesn’t need to try to protect him by hiding him away for a month either. She, along with everyone in that damned palace, treats him delicately enough as it is. Ever since he’d presented around eleven years old, he’s been wrapped in cotton wool. But just because he’s an omega doesn’t mean he isn’t perfectly capable of standing up for himself. In fact, he can’t wait to be free of the silly protective measures that were put in place almost seven years ago. The moment he’s crowned, he’s doing away with all of it.

“Really, Charles. I hope you’re not upset we had to come here. You know that it’s for your own safety-”

“Yes, maman, I know,” he interrupts, then sighs and aims a small smile her way to soften his exasperated tone. “I’m not arguing that. But I don’t need any more time to recover. It isn’t as though I do much more than this in the palace, anyway.”

Reading books, painting, playing piano and chess - there isn’t much more that he’s allowed to do. The other activities that his brothers partake in, like horse riding and archery, aren’t permitted for him, nevermind that he performed them just fine before he’d presented. That argument has never worked to convince anyone to grant him allowances because it’s not really about whether he’s capable.

“Well...if you’re certain.”

“I am,” he says, firmly. His mother nods.

Good. That’s settled, then. She speaks again before he has a chance to reopen his book.

“The other thing I’ve been meaning to discuss with you - your uncle has invited the Sainz siblings to come and stay at the palace. You met their two eldest when you were very young, but I’m sure you don’t remember.”

“No,” Charles confirms, intrigued. “Who are they?”

“Their father is a Spanish duke, and his son, Prince Carlos, is just a few years older than you. Unlikely that he will ever inherit the throne, but it is a distant possibility.”

Ah. So a marriage prospect, then. Charles bites back a sigh. From one prison to another.

“You should get to know him better,” his mother says, reading his expression.

“Why?” he asks, just to be difficult. He knows very well why.

“Because. Your Uncle Thierry thinks it’s a good idea.”

Well, if his uncle thinks it, then so it shall be.

Charles sinks further into his chair, grabbing the book he’d set aside and reopening it pointedly. His mother takes the hint. (The book may be a dull one, but at least it serves its purpose as a conversation ender superbly.)

****

“Monaco could be a very important chess piece in future conflicts,” Caco explains, leaning against the table to address his young cousin. “It is under the military protection of France, and having the force of France at our disposal could be instrumental in quelling potential unrest.”

Carlos Junior looks up at him from his seat at the desk, notes of skepticism in his expression. He doesn’t make an objection just yet - his cousin would not be telling him this unless it had come from his father directly.

Caco sets down a piece of paper in front of him. It’s a drawing of a young man who can’t be more than eighteen, his boyish features evident even in sketch form. The other thing that is undeniable is his beauty, a sense of mischief and innocence dancing in his eyes that has Carlos wondering if it’s a faithful representation.

“Is he this pretty in person?”

Caco simply gives him a look, not dignifying that with a response. “That is Prince Charles, heir apparent to the Monegasco throne, seventeen years old. In the next few weeks, you will study everything there is to know about him - his favorite novels, plays, composers. You will brush up on your French-”

“Wait, wait, cousin,” Carlos interjects, blinking in confusion. “What does a prince have to do with me?”

“That omega...” Carlos’ gaze shoots up to his cousin, brows raising. “...has everything to do with you.”

Ah. That changes things, indeed.

“As I was saying,” Caco continues, sighing. “In order to keep the prince safe, he’s been kept sheltered from his father’s court for years, ever since he was a boy. Thus, when he does make a rare public appearance, such as at the opera or ballet, his mere presence causes quite a stir.”

Carlos’ eyes return to the paper in front of him, his gaze tracing a path over the prince’s nose and settling at the elegant curve of his lips.

“You must win his favor before anyone else has the chance,” his cousin says. “The first visit in a few weeks’ time will be vital. We can afford no mistakes. But always remember, you are first and foremost a Sainz. Do not forget the reason behind all of this, no matter how ‘pretty’ his face.”

Carlos tries to bite back his smirk, but likely fails from the look his cousin sends him.

“Charm him, Carlos. Make him smile. God knows you are good at that. The rest will be up to fate.”