#... do i put this in the character tag. maybe i do

[zoogies]

FREAKING FREAK i accidentally posted this to my side blog, let's ignore that and do a second take:

OMG!!! thank you so much for tagging me <33, i've never done one of these before!! i shall try my best 🫡

favorite color: oooh this one is a toughie!! it honestly depends on my mood -- big fan of darker greens, blue is always a safe bet, i love all shades of pink, but i'm becoming increasingly more fond of pastel yellow too?

currently reading: i've been steadily reading Now and Then by Kamiiruec on AO3 (mclennon fic), and I just finished Persepolis II for school... I need to read a book for fun :( i tried reading The Silmarillion some time ago but my brain couldn't handle all of that alongside school. i really want to read I, Me, Mine, maybe i'll do that over summer

last song: well, i've been listening to She Came In Through The Bathroom Window (the beatles, duh) on loop for the past 30 minutes or so, and before that i think it was The Back Seat Of My Car from Ram (best album ever in my humble opinion) i recently downloaded airbuds and i've realized just how repetitive my music taste is. but alas, i like what i like.

last film: ooh i think it was this kamal hassan film i was watching with my mom this weekend called Nayakan? i was liking it a lot but i think we stopped watching around halfway through because it was a sunday night and i needed to get to bed at an earthly hour. before that, it was Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham (i was making my friend, who i'm trying to get into bollywood, watch it)

last series: Get Back!! not sure if that properly counts but I'm gonna count it anyways. absolutely glorious, will be watching again quite soon, it was INSANE seeing the worth ethic of the beatles and just the whole process of rehearsing and recording was so cool

sweet/salty/savory: oh man this one changes quite frequently. deep down, probably savory, i love food that has that sweet-spicy-salty zing to it. HUGE fan of balsamic glaze i put that stuff on EVERYTHING, and of course anything my amma makes (she makes her own spice mixes and thy're all absolutely AMAZING). i have been going through quite a sweet fix, though, since finding a big old jug of maple syrup in the pantry. yeah, i'm pretty bad at giving decisive answers, if you couldn't already tell.

tea or coffee: tea, EASILYYY (there i go, contradicting myself, giving quite the decisive answer). i make myself tea with milk and sugar/honey every day after school :D

working on: (studying for my finals and student questionnaires to prep for uni applications😥😥😥) but in terms of fun creative stuff, my beatles-inspired band, the bottlecap boys. they're dumb and awful and are proving to be quite the distraction from the stuff i ought to be working on right now, but i do love them so. i'm slowly cranking out character sheets and written lore, so keep your eyes peeled (ew i hate the imagery that saying evokes but you know)

tags: okay, so i've been hardly more than a fly on the wall on tumblr until right about now, but i'll tag @balrogballs and @punny7 (no pressure to participate if you don't want to, of course), and anyone else who wants to do this!! also people who like my blog or just wants to reach out, please do :D

Nine People I Wish I Knew Better

i've never gotten tagged in these before, it's kinda exciting :D -> and so a very special thanks to: @rose-margaritas n @robyngoesrogue

Favorite Colour: green!!! or grey, or sage

Currently Reading: Like We're Gonna Die Young (Again) by RoseGanymede95 [go read it, it's amazing >:3c]

Last Song: E.T. by Katie Perry

Last Film: i don't really watch movies that often, so i couldn't say ^óWo^ |u u |__

Last Series: last one i watched all the way through was Étoile, and i'm currently debating watching Red, White, and Royal Blue :3

Sweet//Salty//Savory: i prefer more savory things, but my drinks are sweet enough to give ya cavities hehe

Tea or Coffee?: my sociology teacher told me that if i replaced all the coffee i drank with hard drugs i'd have a serious addiction problem

Working On: ooh... so much actually.. so so much. i've got a post-canon Étoile fic i've gotten like- halfway through [featuring jayenne AND gabias] a pokemon Étoile au [bc i love pokemon] a stobotnik fic i'm struggling with, two wbk fics, a link click fic i'm stuck on, QUITE a few polychampions fics, annnd a few more in the beginning stages of fleshing ;3

Tagging [i hope it's not a bother]: @sun-shine-lolli-pops @noteofjoy @technically-human @justcallmeemily @littlepocketuniverse @zephie-zee @candy-coated-eyes @notthemonthbutmarch @starguardianniom

[water-to-drink]

Cursed Taste

(Characters): Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Lumine, and Ei

(Synopsis): They finally got transported to your world, more specifically your house. They should be happy but they come face to face with some unfaltering images or depictions of themselves

(Tags/Warnings): Crack fic, sagau, painfully short, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 380

(A/n): I wrote this under an hour and almost died laughing when searching up the images

Kaeya

🦚 A pillow shaped like a phallus with his face on the tip really stunned the knight

🦚 Usually he would make a flirty comment or something but he is just at a loss. Does he laugh it off or does he forget what he saw and go back to Tevyat?

🦚What do you even say to this

🦚 Especially when he sees you resting your head on it! What the fuck?!

Childe

🐋 A mug with his face on it, normally he would be faltered but the image you chose isn’t the most appealing one

🐋 His face looks like you’re viewing it through a fish eye lense

🐋 He’s so embarrassed when he sees you pour your drink into it

🐋 So so tempted to smash the mug and get you a new one, a more flattering one

Zhongli

🐉 A tapestry hanging on your wall is nothing, but of all the things to put on it was it really necessary to choose that picture

🐉 A picture of him but the only thing wrong is him having all of his hair gone

🐉 The face he’s making isn’t faltering either, like when and how did you get this picture of him?

🐉 The poor god touched his hair to reassure himself that his hair is still there

Lumine

💫 You have been with her since the day she woke up on the beach and so prides herself on being your first vessel, but at this moment she wish it wasn’t the case

💫 A drawstring bag with her face and text saying “where brother.”

💫 She wants to crawl into a hole and hope that you don’t use her a vessel

💫 Maybe she should gratefully that her mission to find her brother is in your mind but not like this. Anything but this

Ei

🌩️ As the electro archon the concept of her likeness being made into statues is nothing new to her

🌩️ But this… this is almost sacrilegious. She gives you a past because you are her creatior

🌩️ Why does she look so wonky? They got her outfit all wrong!

🌩️ No matter when you go back to Teyvat she will get you a statue that doesn’t look so fucked up

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Locked Out of Heaven 8

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

On the last stair, you trip. You catch yourself on your hands but can't avoid the noise. You hold your breath and listen to the house. 

You stand up and focus on getting your foot over the lip of the step. You exhale and tiptoe down to your too. You nearly screech as a door opens. Austin walks out, his headset on and his eyes on his phone. You stand against the wall as he passes.

For the first time, you're thankful for his oblivion. You wait until you hear him in the kitchen to move. You flit into tour room and nearly collapse. Holy moley.

You drop your purse and your shoes. You spin and sit down on the end of the bed. You're dreamy and a bit drunk. You're eyes are glossy with fatigue yet your adrenaline is pumping. 

A buzz keeps you from falling back. You blink and sway before you drag yourself to your feet. You stagger to your purse and take out your phone. There's only one person it can be.

Nick's message makes your cheeks burn even hotter.

'Great night with my girl. Sweet dreams.'

You giggle and type in 'good night'.

'I'll sleep good knowing you're mine.'

You're at a loss so you send a smile emoji. His reply is quick.

'No fun without me. Understand?'

You frown. 'What do you mean?'

'The toy. I'll tell you when you need to use it. First. Get some sleep. Send a pick of your pajamas so I know you listened like a good girl.' 

You stare at the message. You have a naughty idea. You think it's too much but you're all bubbly. He'll like it, won't he?

You put your phone down and strip off the skirt and blouse. You stand in just the bra and look down at you body. He seems to like you a lot.

You grab the phone and lean it against your pillows. You sit on your knees and angle so the camera can't catch your full pelvis. You set the timer and pose. Ugh maybe sit up taller. Another shot. No, push your chest out.

That's it. You stare at the photo and shiver. You're not really going to send it, are you?

You tap the arrow and drop the phone. You grab a pillow and hide your face. Oh gosh! You could delete and hope he didn't see.

The phone vibes. You're relieved the ringer isn't on as you fumble to answer the call. You whisper into the speaker.

"Hello?"

"Bad girl. You know I'm driving and you're sending me that." Nick drawls.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you murmur.

"You don't got to be sorry, baby. You gotta warn me. The way you got my mind racing, I nearly swerved out." He growls. "Mmph, I could drive back there and..." he stops himself with a snicker. "Well... I told ya I'd be patient."

"Oh, okay. I... I hope you have a good night."

"With that image in my head, think I will," he purrs. "But princess? Don't think I'll forget that. I owe ya for that one."

You sit in silence, a bit hollow as the alcohol settles in your gut 

"Alright. You better go to sleep. I need you to take care of yourself, baby."

"Alright, uh, um... good night."

"Mmhmm," he hums.

The line clicks and you blow out a deep breath. The timbre of his voice lingers in your chest. You can't believe someone like him is so into you!

You lay in the dark as your lips curve and your chest blooms with heat. More than that, flames lick through you, unabated. You close your eyes and you see him. You want him so bad. You never in your life wanted anyone like you do Nick.

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The next morning you wake up with fog in your eyes but otherwise you feel normal. As normal as you can after last night. You're trying not to think of it. You're trying to focus but you just can't stop. Last night was the most exciting thing you've ever done. You snuck out, you drank, you kissed...

For so long, life seemed to pass you by. You languish in your academic purgatory and everyone else gets to go out and have fun and be friends. Finally, you're doing something.

And with him. Everything about him is perfect. His eyes, his arms, his lips. You think about the day you met him, with his shirt off, the way his muscles were taut and rounded. And he's older. Everyone always says that's sexy.

Still, Nick can't change everything. He can't get rid of your dad, he can't extinguish all the expectations, and he certainly can't help with your advanced biology report. Back to boring.

You get your books set out and a tea to sip on as you work on your revised draft. Your phone isn't far. Just right there. You should have it on silent. You don't need the distraction. Even so, you jump when it buzzes. It's not even noon.

You glance over your shoulder and wait. Your dad's home for the day. It's the weekend. You thought he might go golfing but he's been yelling in the yard with Austin. They're probably working on a car or something.

You read the message quickly.

'Morning. Sorry I'm late.'

You dig your teeth into your lower lip, cheeks taut with a smile you can't contain. You send a heart emoji. 'Good morning.'

'Chipper. You feeling ok?'

'Feel good.' You send back.

He sends a wink emoji and the three dots of him typing bubble up beneath. When his message comes through, you reread it several times.

'Wanna feel better, princess?'

You rub your neck. You crane again, paranoid that your dad might sneak up and catch you. You return a question mark.

'Go get the toy.' His next message pops up. You gulp. Another message comes in. 'Baby. You're gonna be a good girl, right?'

Your hands tremble. You type in carefully.

'I'm doing schoolwork. I'll be done soon.'

You tap send and wait. Dread swells in your stomach.

'I didn't ask what you're doing. I told you what to do. Go and get the toy.'

You rock nervously and glance at the window. Hopefully, your dad doesn't find your books unattended. You get up cautiously and cross the room. You flit into the hall and hurry upstairs. As you get to your room, your phone shakes. Shoot.

You answer.

"Are you mad?" You ask.

"Baby girl," Nick tuts. "Not yet. Do you got the toy?"

"I'm in my room. Just looking..."

"Good girl. You just need to do what I say."

"Okay, er, but--"

"But," he echoes bluntly.

"Sorry, sorry. My dad's right downstairs."

"You don't worry about him. He won't know any better, will he?" Nick purrs. "Don't you wanna make me happy? Didn't I make you happy last night?"

You heart pounds and your stomach churns. You feel bad now. He did all that last night and you're arguing.

"I'll be good. I'm just... scared, I guess."

"Baby, it's cause it's new but that doesn't mean it's bad," he chides. "Now, pull down your pants."

You sniff. His command is sharp enough that you nearly drop the phone. You put him on speaker and place the phone on the dresser.

"One sec," you unbutton your fly.

"And your panties," he adds.

"Oh, okay," you push both down to your knees.

"Got the toy?"

You open the drawer and fish out the box from your clothes. "Yes."

"Kay, so, you gotta get yourself wet. How are you feeling?"

"Um... i don''t... know."

"Go on and touch yourself. It'll be easier."

You peek at the door. Your dad is going to come looking if he finds you gone.

"Okay," you reach between your legs. You squeak as you delve between your folds. Your fingers slide along your clit.

"What's going on, princess?"

"I... I'm a little wet."

"You gotta get more. Just... pretend it's me, baby. Hm? Like how I did in the car. Didn't that feel nice? My fingers all over you. The way I pet you good. Rubbed you up..." he rasps. "Mmm, you were so tight. So tight, princess, so I know you need to get nice and wet for me. You playing with yourself?"

"Yes," you quiver as your fingers swirl around in a mimic of what he did the night before.

"Uh huh, and it feels good?"

"Yes, Nick."

"Mmm, alright, well, I don't want you to cum. Not yet." He warns. "Take that toy out."

"Um, okay."

You pull your hand away from your cunt, keeping your wet fingers straight. You open the box and slide out the insert. You remove the toy.

"I preprogrammed it and got it nice and clean. You're going to want to lay down." He directs you.

"Okay..."

"Tell me when you're laying down."

You shuffle back awkwardly, your pants at your knees, and lower yourself onto the bed. You spread out along one side.

"I'm laying down."

"Good girl, now you feel the bigger part of the toy, you're gonna put it in you."

"In..." you repeat.

"Do it nice and slow for me, okay? You take it, rub it against your clit." He guides as his voice drags.

You do what he says, letting out a hum.

"Feel nice. Get it all wet."

You push it up and down your folds. Suddenly, it thrums. Just once. You squeak and he snickers.

"You feel that?" He asks.

"Uh... yeah."

"Good, it's working," he says. "You get it wet."

"Mmhmm."

"Then your going to push it just against your entrance. Wiggle it, okay, don't force it. Breathe. It should be too big. It's a small toy. I made sure."

"Right, I'm trying. It's getting wetter," you stare at the door, expecting it to open at any minute. Despite the shadow of what could happen, your body is tingling.

"Alright, you keep going." He coaxes. "You wanna know why I got you a small one?"

"Um, why?" You exhale as you press against your entrance.

"Cause, baby, I wanna be the one to stretch you out. I wanna feel you around me. How you need me--"

You whine and quickly stifle it as the toy dips into you. Only a little but enough. "It's going in."

"Mm, good girl. Deeper."

"Yes."

"Let me know when it's all in."

"Yes,it... I think... except--"

"The thin part you keep out. The end should go on your pretty little clit," he drawls.

"Oh. Okay," you move around the little flat circle and press it between your folds.

"Now pull your pants up." He intones.

"Huh?"

"No one will be able to tell. You're going to wear that for me and I'm going to play with you." He says.

"Um..." You babble.

"Better not be a no on your tongue," he snarls.

"It's not. I'm just... I'm learning," you sit up and twitch at the tightness of the toy inside you. "Oh, it's..."

"It's gonna feel a bit strange but it'll get better, baby."

You pull up your pants and button them. You walk with legs wide to take your phone. You groan and the toys buzzes on your clit.

"Oooh!" You exclaim and cup your hand over your mouth.

"Feel that?" he asks.

"Yes," you hiss through your fingers.

"How about this?" The part inside you vibrates. You squeak again. He chuckles. "This?"

It happens again, even more intense than the last time.

"Ayeee, yes," you bite your knuckle.

"Mm, you sound so good. I can't wait for the noises you make when I'm inside you. How about you, baby? You want that? You want me inside you?" He slithers.

"Y-y-yes," you stutter, your honesty lighting a new fire in you.

"You want me?"

"Yes," you whimper as you touch your pelvis.

"Yeah? Baby, I want you too. So bad."

"Yes, yes, yes..." you drone, barely able to think as the buzz thrums through you. Suddenly it stops.

"That's my good girl. Now, I know I interrupted you're studying so you go back down and finish," he orders.

"Yes, I... I'll try."

"Alright, you let me know when you soak through those panties," he growls. "Wish I could taste them."

You stop by the door, his words make you jittery. "My dad..."

"I know. Go. I'll be there. You'll feel me."

He hangs up and you sigh. You're relieved but not for long as the toy shakes again. You bite your lip and twitch. You grab the door and wait for the toy to stop before you go out. As nice as it feels, you're not going to be able to focus on your work.

[allpiesforourown]

Okay, I have some comments (agreement) on three of your posts, so I'll just put them in one ask, lol.

First of all, you are SO RIGHT about toxic yuri. Oh my God. I'm a bi woman and I'm usually more attracted to mlm works like danmei, and a lot of yuri just doesn't do it for me, so I'm just constantly wondering if I've got, like, internalized misogyny? What's the deal here? But then there's the occasional yuri like Madoka and I go absolutely fucking feral and make it my whole personality for months. Like, yes, give me all of the toxic yuri, all of the doomed yuri, all of the girls and women being obsessive and flawed. That's what I like about danmei, really, the obsession and the character flaws and the angsty yearning. But women are never allowed to go crazy or even be a little flawed like that, not even in fiction. Often, it's because creators and audiences alike judge female characters harsher (a reflection of real life, obviously) and so they have to make the female characters "perfect" or they won't be liked. But their being perfect is exactly what I dislike, because it's not realistic, and it's not interesting! So, yeah, absolutely, that's why toxic yuri is so much more appealing, especially compared to a lot of others.

Second of all, you're also so right about Yue Qingyuan. When I first started SVSSS, I thought, "Oh, so he kinda sucks," 'cause he clearly knew about Binghe's abuse but only gave mild advice to SQQ to maybe treat him a little less harshly. But then, he kinda does seem like a really good guy later, and especially with the realization of his tragic background, it's easy to forgive him. But so often the fandom reduces him to lovable idiot who's never done anything wrong and like. He was totally fine with Shen Jiu abusing a child. It's not like he was unaware of it, and while he's not malicious, he was willing to turn a blind eye to it. We obviously know the reason why later, but even so. I do love him, though, but I feel like sometimes the fandom whitewashes some of the characters too much. Like, Shen Jiu had a tragic backstory, but that only explains his actions, it doesn't excuse them. Of course you can love him anyway, but I think if you're whitewashing his character into something he's not, then you don't really love the character, or else you'd love him the way he actually is. And Shen Jiu's abuse of Binghe is very important to, like, everything, because the cycle of abuse is such a central theme. Shen Jiu and his own victim, Bingge, demonstrate how abuse can turn victims into abusers and continue the cycle. Shizun and Binghe (Bingmei) demonstrate how the cycle can be stopped.

Finally, that post you reblogged about social media, and your tags about how you open TikTok, block 50 people, and then leave is sooo true. The danmei fandom, especially artists, are, at least to my knowledge, a lot more active on Twitter than Tumblr, so I go on Twitter to check when I'm bored, and. I open it, I block 50 people while getting mad just the way they want me to, and then I close it. Then I open it again later! I guess I'm a glutton for punishment because seriously. I need to stop.

Anyway, thanks! Keep on fighting the good fight (shizunfucking)!

1. YEAH. Like so many yuri stories are just "they're cutely blushing before mustering up the courage to hold hands" and its just boring. Are they allowed to show any emotion other than uwu puppy love I'm a grown ass woman

2. Yue Qingyuan's cycle of abuse being ignored is so sad like yes he started out as a slave. But he is now the leader of one of the most powerful sects in the cultivation world, and he uses his authority to enable and protect abusers. Why erase such a big part of his story

3. TWITTER IS DEADDD its all blue checkmark engagement baiting with racism and even within the danmei community the people on Twitter will jump anyone who has an opinion they don't like it's so evil there

[loverindeepspace]

Hope // Xavier x Reader

What would I be if not an author who puts their favourite characters through pain? Have some hurt/comfort with Xavi :) Shorter one this time. Concept: He takes a hit for you, he would sacrifice himself for you. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, a wee bit of angst, a wee bit of fluff, mentions of injury, mentions of Xavier's past, self-sacrificing mentality. Word Count: 736 Masterlist

“I’m sorry Xavier, I was reckless. You got hurt because of me.” Guilt was eating you up alive, your heart heavy as you trace the bandages wrapped around his torso. You keep your eyes down, following the path your hand takes. You couldn’t meet his gaze, couldn’t meet those striking blue eyes that always managed to take your breath away.

He’s in pain because of me.

Silence fills the air, a furrow scrunching his brow as he observes you, a heavy atmosphere settling over the two of you. He lifts his hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, before tilting your face up.

“Hey, look at me,” His voice is soft as your eyes catch his, “I’m okay. These wounds will heal. This isn’t your fault.” You feel a palm caressing your cheek as he leans his forehead against yours. 

“It is my fault. You took that hit for me.”

“I did that on my own accord, it was my decision to do so. I’d sacrifice myself in a second if it meant that you were okay. So don’t blame yourself. This is just a scratch, I’ll be okay in no time.” 

Your stomach seemed to drop at just the thought, nausea settling in quickly as you pulled back a bit, giving him a pointed look. Hurt twisted across your features and he knew he had said the wrong thing, no matter if it was the truth.

“No.” The guilt that had swallowed you before seemed to have been replaced by frustration, “No. Xavier, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare sacrifice yourself for me. You can’t do that to me.” You all but demanded, a harshness that rarely presented itself in your voice, your hands balling into fists against his chest.

But how could he not? He would rather perish over and over than lose you again. All those lifetimes in his past, where he grew to love you with his entire being, every time, only to lose you one way or another. The hope of what could be was always yanked from his grasp, a future with you crumbling before him, a cruel twist of a knife straight to his chest. And he tried not to hope for it in this timeline, dreading the day it would once again be taken away from him. Gods know he tried. But with every moment spent with you, basking in your laugh, in the cozy nights, the warmth that your very presence brought him, he dared to hope again. Reluctantly, warily hoped. And there you were, every day, by his side. At work, at home, consuming his every thought. He’d be damned if this happiness was taken away again. He had to protect you at all costs, even if it meant giving up his life. 

And it seemed you felt the same. Maybe not exactly the same, having no knowledge of the previous lives, but you still wanted to be with him, to protect what you two have.

“I’m sorry. I can’t promise I won’t do it again, but I can promise I’ll be more careful.” His soft voice, the truth that echoed in his eyes… it made that frustration ebb away slowly. With a small sigh, you cupped his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs across his soft skin. 

“I don’t like seeing you hurt. When… When I saw you fall to the ground… all that blood… I- I thought…” You say gently, looking away as you take in a shaky breath to attempt to steady yourself, “I can’t lose you.” 

His eyes widen slightly at your words and he pulls you close, a delicate kiss landing on the crown of your head. A sharp pressure builds behind your eyes as you lean your head against his chest, the slow beat of his heart becoming a reassurance. He is okay, he is still here.

“I’m not going anywhere love, you can’t lose me.” His whisper reaches your ears as tears spill down your face. 

“Good, you’re not allowed to leave.” Your voice was but a whisper, weak, as you snuggled into his chest, arms wrapping carefully around him as to not jostle the freshly wrapped injuries and you get a small chuckle in return. 

“I wouldn’t dare.” The warm hand around your waist tightens while the other runs through your hair, keeping you firmly in his embrace.

Maybe it was okay to hope.

[wheneverfeasible]

WIP Word Game!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

So I was tagged by @scoops-aboy86 for this game looooooooong ago right when I started drifting away into a dark cloud for a while, but it was saved in my drafts so I found it again! Anyways, I was tagged with the word SWEATY PALMS so let’s do it!

disclaimer: all steddie adjacent but not all steddie focused

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S - Slowly, as he took in the familiar-unfamiliar surroundings and the scent of the person behind him, around him, the events of the previous night began trickling back into his memories.

Oh.

Right.

Eddie.

“Redeem Me” (ch. 1?) - omegaverse (“Ruin Me” sequel)

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W - Which was…fine. Better than fine, actually, because there was less of a chance for him to piss the man off if he wasn’t in his immediate presence. Except.

Except Isabel got summoned.

“Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts” ch. 5 - mafia au

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E - “Ew, gross!” she exclaimed when she saw his face at her comment.

“What?” Steve laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t even say anything,” he teased.

“You didn’t have to, you sicko. See a therapist about your sex addiction,” she groused, finally sitting up properly in their little cubicle space, giving him a scant few more inches to actually type up whatever document he was supposed to be working on at the moment.

“What’s in a Name” ch. 1 - modern au

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A - And he would try. Even with Robin he would try. But sometimes, sometimes in the dark of the night, sometimes when he was alone with his thoughts, he would wonder what it would have been like had his best friends not abandoned him for something shiny and new.

untitled platonic Steve & Carol/Tommy breakup character study

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T - The thing was that, sure, Steve would love a romantic partner. Someone to raise all his little nuggets with, their nuggets, someone to answer his romantic needs as well as, sure, his sexual ones too. He knew Robin felt the same way.

But he already found his soulmate. Hell, he’d bond bite her right now if they both decided they didn’t want that other stuff. They both did, however. Robin craved those intimacies he couldn’t provide just as much as he did. But that didn’t lessen the fact that this thing between them went far beyond that of normal friendship, or even simple pseudo-siblinghood.

“Hellcheer Ink” ch. 1 - omegaverse

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Y - You see, Doug knew what every freak and geek knew in Hawkins; The Hair was not to be trusted.

Tigers don’t change their stripes, and all that, and every jock wore that tiger emblazoned on their jock gear. Harrington was a jerk. A douchebag. An asshole. Every self-respecting freak knew this. And yet he had Eddie by the fucking balls. Eddie, their fearsome King Freak, turned into a docile pussycat whenever Harrington wiggled his fingers at him. Like a well trained dog.

Sit. Speak. Roll over. Play dead.

untitled platonic Unnamed Freak Doug & Steve fic

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P - “Perhaps, but maybe let’s put a pin in it until you can stand up on your own, all right, sweetness?”

Steve wanted to smack Eddie in his smarmy face. Except it wasn’t really all that smarmy, actually. It was more…fondly exasperated. Even the alpha’s scent still had that softness from sleep, that almost honeyed molasses of quiet contentment, not like he was impatient for Steve to get out of his bed and his home.

“Redeem Me”

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A - And eventually Hopper cleared a pointed throat about sitting properly on furniture so Steve had rolled his eyes but given Robin the seat to settle on the ground in front of it, bracketed by Robin’s legs. He had, admittedly, grabbed her legs and hooked them lightly over his shoulder to keep in place because she kept kicking him, but still.

She really wished a boy and a girl could just be close friends without anyone assuming anything about it. Meanwhile, she could pull that same move with a girl and, despite it meaning something entirely different for her, no one would have even batted an eye.

Heterosexuals were so fucking weird.

untitled Ronance fic

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L - “Look, I get the whole bad boy approach, but Indy has a whip,” Eddie had scoffed when Steve had once more proclaimed Han as the superior Harrison Ford. “Shit’s hot as fuck. Way hotter than having the Shaggy Dog as your copilot. Indy could use that whip on me any day.”

untitled steddie summer fic

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M - Mr. Hagan, of course, got off with a slap on his wrist, despite the fact that it had been his foot kicking a curled up Eddie in the back, but that was just the way things go when you’re the King Freak. So of course the stars would align for him to have to tutor the actual king, King Steve “the Hair” Harrington himself.

untitled tutor fic - omegaverse

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S - Steve didn’t even want to know what complicated expression he was making at that, rearing back slightly in shock and, to be quite honest, hurt. What the hell about him made Wayne think he’d hurt Eddie in any way? He frowned deeply, honestly quite offended.

“I would never hurt Eddie,” Steve replied, just as low but with a lot more bite.

untitled Steve & Wayne miscommunication fic

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Damn, I didn’t necessarily forget about some of these, but they had definitely been pushed to the back of my mind. I need to work on these, though some need to percolate a bit and will probably be rewritten some.

And ya know what, fuck it, I’m just gonna tag my Hostage Hotties and those relevant to certain stories mentioned. (Sorry to the people not fans of omegaverse but you can just ignore those ones.)

Your word is…

CORDYCEPS

(currently watching the finale of The Last of Us 😭)

No pressure tho on tagging for writers!

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-weirdlife @everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes @hiei-harringtonmunson @estrellami-1 @nebulaoz @renfrisol @tinyplanet95 @hairspraywhore

@amerikanskaya-krassavitsa @queenie-ofthe-void @mugloversonly

And open tag for anyone else who wishes to participate!

[strzxrin]

[Afab gn reader]

IMAGGIIIIINNE THE BRAT TAMING WITH PESTRAS:((( Imagine the hand around your throat, the rough thrusts, the harsh spanks, the fingers down your throat and the degrading names:((((

slut me out !

synopsis. ┆  you decided that it would be a good idea to rile up your boyfriend the entire week. congratulations! you're going to be put in your place.

tags/warnings. ┆  afab!reader, established relationships, smut, exhibitionism, clit slapping, spitting in your mouth, degradation, gagging, bent over desk

characters. ┆  pestras mistsea ( royal high mage . selkie character )

a/n. ┆ this was actually filthy to write, i didn't think i had it in me but i hope you like this!!

masterlist ┆ character wiki

he’s had enough of your little games. you have been teasing him all week. 

a big part of him is incredibly amused by your audacity at the situation but he decided your reign had to end. 

so, what better way than to stuff your poor little cunny in front of all the other people in the tower?

you tend to forget he’s the head of the tower, and you tend to forget he’s a part of the royal bloodline. his blood is similar to his mother, he acts the same way, and so he deemed it was a fit punishment. 

to drone about centralising the magic circle to make casting easier while his fingers are down your throat to gag your moans as he thrusts deep into your pussy from behind. 

you were gripping onto the table for dear life, whimpering as your cheeks flush in embarrassment from the pure humiliation. but your cunt still squeezes him, at the fact of being fucked in front of everyone, letting them see how much of a whore you truly are. 

when the meeting was adjourned, he’d whisper into your ears “such a loud pussy during the meeting,” before slapping your clit and making you choke on his fingers. 

he pulled his hands out of your mouth to grip onto your chin, making sure you looked up at him with those pretty crossed eyes. “dirty whore, being so turned on from me fucking you in front of others” he murmured, making sure you opened your mouth to spit in it. 

“you like being treated like a slut, don’t you?” you babbled out in pleasure as he hits your g-spot over and over again, bringing you the brink of pleasure and making you cum dumbly on his cock. 

“maybe think twice next time, yeah?” oh, you know you’ll be doing this again. 

your insides were rearranged in such a pleasurable way that there was no way for you to not want more. 

and he knows that. 

looks like he’ll just have to keep fucking you dumb after all.

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #9059:

Can people stop bringing discourse into everything?

Maybe it's just a me problem, but when I want to enjoy a "characters being friends" video, I don't want to see people complaining about shipping in the comment-section when it had nothing to do with the video.

Or when somebody posts an aged up design for a character and they put a text not even in the tags, but part of the post that literally brings up an age discourse related to an another character. I don't care I'm here for the character you posted fan art of. Not that other one.

Or when it's a headcanon presented as an objective fact stapled to the fan art. The art is so cool, but I can't reblog this pretentiousness even if I agreed with you, I wouldn't.

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[tomahachi12]

Meet the Doormans!

see I'm working on AU stuff lol

still no name for it though, but I'll figure that out eventually

Info about them down belooooow

Cyn "Cynthia" Swapped with - Uzi Age - 18 She was 6 years old when her mom died and the trauma from the event caused her to shut down and stop talking. She learned sign language from Noah so she could communicate. For anyone else that doesn't understand her, she'll either use text on her visor or a projected text box. She doesn't interact with anyone and prefers to keep to herself, the only one she really opens up to is her brother. He's the only one who can call her by her actual name, she'll ignore everyone else. Inherited her solver from her mom, which activated after her mom's passing. She's scared of Khan.

Noah Swapped with - No one! Rewritten for story Age 25 7 years older than Cyn. He was 13 when his mom died. No one knows why he's so tall. He took care of Cyn after their mother died. He learned sign language and taught it to Cyn. He's a member of the Worker Defense Force. Loves doing anything! boi stop hiding your pain and get help He wants his dad's approval, not only for himself, but for his sister as well. Does not have the Solver at least not yet

Khan Swapped with - No one! Rewritten for story. Leader of the Worker Defense Force and Outpost 3. Very stoic and closed off, especially after Alice died. After his wife died, he completely threw himself into his work, neglecting nearly everything else (including his kids ): ) Because of Cyn's strong resemblance to Alice, he can't bear to even look at her. He killed his wife.

Alice Swapped with - Nori Huge fukin nerd. Western movies were her favorite. Her pet-name for Khan was "Sheriff" She loved to play "dress up" especially with her kids. She was still part of the Solver Experiments, but did not cause the implosion, that was still Nori's doing. She had pretty bad Solver Moment when it took her over and she slaughtered an entire apartment block. She couldn't stop herself and begged Khan to kill her. She was 33 when she died.

[sleepysundial]

"Aw, quit your belly-aching. Hands grow back!"

something about mad scientists and their big strong boyfriends idk.

[tenderjock]

I’m with you, my love The lights shining through on you Yes, I’m with you, my love It’s the morning and just we two

[incomingalbatross]

Don't quite know how to put this but there are certain story beats that, in order for me to actually like/admire the story, specifically have to be accomplished without being a big deal.

Like, does your story present ordinary, mundane, even ridiculous people as possessing worth and dignity? Cool. Does it pat itself on the back about doing that? Unfortunately, that has circled back around to patronizing.

Does your character make the lives of bit characters and nameless bystanders a priority, even when it distracts them from Important Plot Things? Nice! Does your character make a big production of/express a lot of angst about doing that? This only barely edges out "leaving them to die" in terms of my respect for said character.

Ordinary people are just as valuable and important as Our Heroes. But the narrative should have enough conviction about that to take it for granted, and let the audience catch up if need be. A Hero should definitely take it for granted, unless they're still in the process of becoming heroic.

Otherwise, I'm left with the sneaking suspicion that the writers don't really see this themselves.

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Imogen Cardulo in the ending of Onyx Storm is giving “She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?” vibes… and I may just have enough faith in the character arc to get behind this

[shadelorde]

i don't know how to explain it but the way that some gurathin fans frame him as the only serious or competent human character on the presaux team while everyone else is "naive" is. very grating to me

[emborami]

Hi so in case anyone was dying to know, this is what i think some of the cast of the terror would look like as animals :3 notes under cut

From left to right:

Crozier- Irish Terrier

Silna- Polar Bear

Goodsir- ryeland sheep (known for tasty mutton ;3)

Hickey- red fox

Franklin- old english game rooster

Fitzjames- red deer

I had fun coming up with them :) and I kinda wanna doodle some screencaps but with like a lil short sheep goodsir and his bestie the giant polar bear lady silence whom he thinks would love England. Or like hickey on his bullshit but with more flair bc he would have a fox body and tail to really fuck up that line of action

Anyways heres some closeups and sketches