#I might write this later

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

YALL HEAR ME OUT!!

We all love some Ghostface Miguel going after reader , BUT how about Ghostface Miguel and ghostface Peter going reader like how Stu and billy did in the first scream movie, but not to kill her just because they want her to be theirs and only theirs.

[treepan0]

okay, okay here's the brain ramble.

believe it or not goldfish work for Baby, the twins and Hatchiyack really well. (warning very rambly)

goldfish were originally carp that the chinese selectively bred for their ponds and aquarium, this was found after years of looking into the common aquarium mainstay.

contrary to popular belief goldfish are impressively smart with an impressive memory, the learn quickly who their caretaker is and are known to be surprisingly affectionate.

if a goldfish is properly kept they can live for more than a decade, completely contrary to the usual belief of them not living long.

goldfish are a highly invasive species and many advice against releasing them in the wild, they compete too well for food, they ruin the fish food they can't eat, and they reproduce at a high rate.

they carry diseases and parasites other fish are weak to, they're small in tanks but get much bigger in lakes and ponds were they have very little limitation. it's often recommended that they're simply set up for adoption or given away, rather than releasing them into the wild were their species has never been.

goldfish have impressive smell and hearing, they have impressive sight seeing up to 15 feet (4.5 meters) and seeing up to four primary colors which is more than a human.

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moving onto merfolk and their history before I get into the idea invading my brain, because yeah.

depending on where it was it would change it entirely. sometimes they would represent the more violent nature of the sea, causing chaos and even drowning sailors at times.

on the other end there's many positive representations, often representing the life and fertility within the sea. (there are depictions that don't fit into either of those mind you, just an interesting detail.)

regardless they're often described as beautiful woman of the sea in myths, as mermen and other merfolk outside of the binary were a more recent creation.

funny enough however gender often was not the focus of these myths, thus why other identities are presented in modern interpretations without raising a brow, unlike the satyr with satyrettes.

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now finally onto the idea:

you know how a lot of mermaid aus choose a marine life center as a starting point? well that's where we start, Cold and Bulma both run wildlife centers that are in competition with each other mostly friendly to improve their research, but it's the tuffles that forces Bulma to put the rivalry aside for once.

Hatchiyack is extremely aggressive to any saiyan that dares to get near him, quickly prompting violent behavior in the others as well forcing Bulma to move them to a seperate tank. but unfortunately the problems didn't stop there, because they keep bothering others from the separate tank.

so eventually Bulma gets so sick and tired of them antagonising all the saiyans who take rest there, she just transfers them over to Cold in hopes he will have better luck.

their kept in a connected but still separate tank to test their aggression again and see if it changes, thankfully they don't have any problems this time which Cold is thankful for. from listening to them and doing research on their aquatic half, he learns a lot about them.

mainly learning their history revealing why Bulma had problems with them, the fact the twins are still technically children even though they don't have the typical bronze like sheen of goldfish fry anymore.

how Dr. Lychee is an oldman, and Hatchiyack and Baby are in between the three in age. the fact Baby is more chatty than most of them, and Hatchiyack is the quietest.

but the biggest thing he learns is they quickly remember both of his sons, and can tell them apart with ease as they have memorised how all of them look. admittedly I see Baby making this the most clear, always popping up from the surface and using their proper name once he's heard it.

Baby teasing Frieza about Frost occasionally, occasionally conversing with anyone and everyone who willingly talk with him. (yes including other merfolk in the tank, he's really chatty and only the twins and Dr. Lychee would talk with him back in the day, so man probably appreciates others close to the same age to talk to.)

Cooler will just feed him like usual and this goof will just nuzzle his hand afterwards, leavinging him completely stunned and confused afterwards. (Goldfish are a highly affectionate species once they trust you, some will actually push into your hand if you put it in the tank, and it often confuses people who have never owned one, and I think it fits for him to get the more affectionate traits of goldfish)

imagine just chilling against the railing and this massive normally quite goldfish merman tired of his group mate's constant pining, and just straight up directly tells you that the smaller goldfish merman likes you, only to flip around and go back into the hiding place he likes to rest in. (Hatchiyack please I get it you're tired of Baby being a lovestruck goober, but you need to chill you are huge and kinda scare everyone when you approach them. Baby's torso is smaller than your hand, chill)

[humaforever]

Ok totally random (supposed to be cleaning my apartment but can’t get this out my head and I can’t clean unless I ask so)if like Harry/uma were like singing to their baby and one of them walks in and is just like

“what are you two doing”

OR

Starts singing to I feel that would be adorable

That's actually a good prompt...

But I personally feel like it would be the second option. They don't even realize they start doing it, but just like that they're both standing there singing to their baby.

[twila-star]

Au that’s sort of like 'Sophia the First' premise.

Gon and Mito have always lived in the peasantry class, where life was difficult but they stuck together like thieves and made recreational fun with the other peasants around by making fun of the higher class aristocrats and nobility and all their lazy butts and excessive pomp and circumstance in their lives.

But then a letter was sent to tell Mito and Gon that it has come to the government's attention that Ging is of nobility standing, and as his family, they're sending their bank account info with their reserved fortune, and people to guide them to their new home in aristocrat road.

Mito and Gon both don't wanan go for multiple reasons, Mito doesn't want to be associated with Ging in anyway and his belated efforts in taking care of them, and Gon doesn't want to enter the stupid extravegant world of the nobility and all their judgey, ignornat ways.

But the other peasants have already began to treat the Freeces with contempt since they're of a higher class, so they might as well move. Gon is still against it all but at least they live on the Zoldyck Estates where there is a pretty fun and gorgeous teen on the lot, even if all the other families on the estate are just as uppity as he thought

[gluttonygirls]

pentuplesized

Full on bedridden or having to brace against the wall?~

The latter, extremely horny that she's close to the former~

[ashoss]

needed to draw kori and this is what came from it

[redactedrem]

Headcanon where after so many arguments between the batkids and Bruce over his paranoia and complete disregard for his kids privacy, the entire family had compromised with (in the healthiest way possible) downloading life360 on their phones and that's how they all keep track of each other.

Now Bruce knew that this is mostly for his benefit and is supposed to be a healthy alternative for his unhealthy paranoia and helicopter parenting, but what he wasn't expecting was for his kids to start keeping track of him.

He's putting gas in his car and Dick calls him because apparently Dick has been watching him drive around on the app? And Bruce is currently at a gas station thats right around the corner from a Taco Bell and now Dick wants him to get food for everyone since he's already there.

He's driving home from a meeting and Steph calls him because her and Duke were shopping in the area and wants to know if he can pick them up, when he asks how she knew he was on the same street, he gets a "Oh I just like to stalk everyone on the app for funsies." as an answer.

Jason calls him and he can barely get out a hello before Jason cuts him off, "Bruce why the fuck is your phone battery on 5%, charge your damn phone" which completely stuns him because why does he know that. He clears his throat before answering. "Jason, what?"

"Everyone can see each others phone batteries on '360, now charge your phone." Is all he gets before Jason hangs up on him.

[sparkleresthold]

Sg wavewave, now even sappier!

[imagine-shenanigans]

thinking about you going up to three broad shouldered men in a bar because your crazy ex/some random creep/etc is following you and you beg them to pretend they know you. You slide into the empty space at the table theyve commandeered and right as the other guy comes up a scary looking big motherfucker with a balaclava and eyeblack slots himself right in next to you. You press yourself into his side when the creep comes up and you call Ghost your boyfriend, and Ghost (as you later learn to call him) grabs your hip possessively, tucking you in closer.

He doesn't let you go, later, when the creep fucks off. Instead, he slips your phone out of your pocket and puts his contact inside. Texts himself and slips it back into your pocket while making eye contact. Blows smoke in your face and snorts when you wave it away, huffing at him and sticking your cute little tongue out at him.

You have fun with the military men that night, Ghost even walks you home to feel safe. You wake up the next day, happy to be safe and sound, and go about your day. Forget all about Ghost for awhile, because he never texts you first.

Weeks later, youre in the middle of your kitchen when he walks in, a copy of your key in his hand. Slots himself in behind you and rests his chin on your head even when you panic and claw at him.

What? He's home now, came home to you, his partner. Just like you wanted, right? You wanted him, now you've got him.

[alicewonderao3]

“All you gotta do is smile that smile, and there go all my defenses. Just leave it up to you and in a little while, you’re messing up my mind and filling up my senses. Here you come again, looking better than a body has a right to, and shaking me up so all I really know, is here you come again, and here I go.”

I’m picturing this running through the head of a fem!reader with a massive crush on Aaron. But she’s convinced herself she can’t have him, he doesn’t like her that way, so she tells herself that todays the day she gives up her crush, but then he walks out of his office with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up, and she melts. Or she watches him dress down an uncooperative police chief in the town they are working the case in and she’s just like, “damn,�� or he smiles at her and she’s lost.”

I love Dolly Parton for providing me more inspiration in the morning. Gonna try to write tonight.

[salarymanwaka]

[shouyuus]

sfw; modern neighbor!vi au

cool but enough about that. thinking about vi who lives in the same apartment building as you and is on the same floor just a few doors down, who sees you struggling with some boxes when moving in so she sweeps in to your rescue and well i mean you're not one to look a-gift-horse-muscular-butch in the mouth when she's so valiantly offering to carry these boxes for you.

who introduces herself and tells you that she lives here with her sister, who's studying mechanical engineering at the university. her? oh, she's a freelancer! you know how it is these days, teaches boxing at the local gym, helps her dad with the family bar on the weekends sometimes, "bit of this and a bit of that." and it sounds like she doesn't wanna talk about it all that much so you don't ask.

you ask her in for a cup of coffee, say it's the least you can do to thank her for helping you with the boxes.

"pleasure's mine, helping a pretty girl like you."

woof.

you swallow, busying yourself with your beat up little moka pot, asking her if she wants sugar or creamer. both, she says, and you pause, looking over your shoulder. she's leant up against your half-unpacked sofa, her arms knitted loosely over her chest.

"what? i've always like my stuff with a little bit of sugar."

it's a simple enough statement but the way she says it makes all your fingers and toes tingle. you swallow, fiddling with the fraying edges of your sweater sleeve.

"yeah, no -- that's --"

you jump as the moka starts to bubble and you pull it off the stove, feeling the same heat working it's way into your skin.

it's easy, so easy, after that. she offers to help you unpack (only if you need it of course) and well, you could use another pair of hands. you tell her that you'll pay her in pizza, and she smiles so wide you can see the hint of a dimple etching itself into her cheek.

you end up spending the whole day together, and when all the boxes are broken down and tamped into a pile by the door, your fingers grease-stained, sitting curled up on your now fully built-out couch, with plastic cups of prosecco, she sighs, staring into the bubbling liquid with a smile just a hitch away from sadness.

"cool! well -- thanks for the pizza," she sets down the cup and pushes up off the couch. you clear your throat and scramble up as well, pressing your palms into your thighs.

"no! thank you for helping me --" you motion around your apartment, "and uh --" you chew on your lips, teetering on the balls of your feet.

"if you ever wanna hang out," vi says, grinning as she rounds the sofa, glancing over her shoulder, "i'm just two doors down."

you slump down onto the sofa, pressing a hand to your chest, feeling it's wild, fluttering beat beneath your palm as you try to steady your breathing.

a few days later, you knock on her door, only to find a girl with shocking blue space buns and a pair of magnifying goggles on her head that make her look truly unhinged.

"who're you?"

you blink, fingers clutched around a large mug.

"uh -- uhm -- i just -- i moved in to the unit two doors down a few days ago and i was -- i was wondering if i could -- borrow some... sugar?" you hold out the mug, wondering if you've just royally fucked up.

"powder? who's at the door?" vi's voice calls out just as the girl with blue hair opens her mouth.

powder pauses, a sly smirk twisting the edge of her lips as she pushes up her goggles to reveal bright blue eyes just a few shades darker than vi's.

"oh no one, juuuuust... the super cute neighbor you couldn't shut up about from a few days ag --"

something clanks from further in the apartment and the girl named powder gets yanked back as vi appears, wide-eyed and a bit disheveled, clearing her throat as she almost crashes into her doorframe.

"h-hi! what -- what're you doing here?"

"i uhm --" you swallow, warmth prickling beneath your skin.

"sugar," powder says, rolling her eyes, waving a hand as she prances back into the apartment.

"sugar...?" vi asks, almost uncomprehending.

you lick your lips, holding out the cup, "yeah... i -- uh -- ran out..."

vi blinks down at the empty mug for a second too long before her eyes flash up to meet yours.

"yeah? what've you been up to, using so much sugar?"

you lick your lips, biting down on our bottom lip as she steps back to motion you into the apartment. it's not big, but it is cozy, sticky-notes and doodles littering almost every available surface, cups with day-old coffee/water/tea cluttered on the countertops. but vi reaches up into the cupboards and tugs down the sugar bag.

"i --" you cut off as she fills up your cup.

you don't want to tell her that you were trying to bake cupcakes of all things. and for her no less.

"ahh... don't wanna tell me? s'okay -- fine then, keep your secrets," she teases, shooting you a tiny wink as she leans up to put the sugar back.

"it's --" you nearly trip over your words as they tumble out of you, "i was -- wanted to make some cupcakes -- f-for... you..." you force out, turning away as her eyes widen slightly, "but i keep fucking up the measurements so --" you chance her another glance.

vi watches you with a soft smile, leaning against her kitchen counter.

"for me, sugar?"

you nod, now feeling impossibly hot as she vi slates you a knowing smile.

"well, lemme know when you're done," she says, "and uh..." she glances down at your sugar cup, "don't be afraid to put in a little extra for me, okay?"

you walk back to your own apartment in a daze, staring down at the cup of white sugar grains as you finally get back to your kitchen and set the mug down. you look at the two batches of failed cupcakes sitting on the counter and sigh, a helpless little smile ticking up the corner of your lips as you remember the twinkle in vi's eyes as she'd told you to add a little more sugar for her.

you drop your face into your hands with a loud groan, slumping back onto the couch, letting your feet dangle off the side as you stare at the light-stricken ceiling.

and you say, to no one in particular --

"i am so, so fucked."

[glowing-green-goop]

JONATHAN SIMS PRIEST AU! FORCED CONFESSIONS! PEOPLE BEING FORCED TO RELIVE THEIR CONFESSED SINS IN THEIR DREAMS OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! RELIGIOUS GUILT MARTIN!! THE FEAR ENTITIES SOMEHOW LINKED TO THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS! IM GOING INSANE!

[livecrow]

Imagine you want to try waxing your pussy, but it turns out to be quite the challenge to actually see what the hell you're doing.

Naturally you ask your boyfriend for help.

Simon won't hear any of it, growls that he's fond of your scruff. "Like 'er jus' the way she is." Her being your snatch.

You pout and try to coax him.

No dice.

You don't give up that easily, obviously. Besides, if you have to, you'll just do it yourself even if it ends up a smidge patchy.

So there you are, full winnie the poohing it on the living room couch, trying to contort yourself this way and that, armed with the waxing strips and a hand mirror. Just trying to get the right angle. The whole spectacle right in front of an unamused Simon.

You spread your knees wide, as wide as you can, to prop up your pussy. Mash your tummy and thighs out of the way, spread your lips out, grunting and whining all the way with exertion while you fumble with the wrapper. You're almost ready to just say "fuck it" and go in completely blind—

You should have been more suspicious when Simon gives in, when he marches over and grunts a short "fine". When manhandles you into an even more uncomfortable and exposed position he finds more suitable.

After the first couple of strips your ready to throw up your white flag and forget about the whole thing. When you tell him as much and try to wriggle out from under him—

Simon just laughs meanly.

"You wanted it, now we're gonna see it through, aren't we?"

Simon'd enjoy your squeals and teary eyes. Every jolt of your body trying to escape the pain your subjecting it to.

"Serves you right for tryin' to deface my sweet'eart."

For how much it hurts, you don't have the awareness to realize he'd actually doing it all somewhat carefully. Each strip layed in the right direction, smoothed down with enough pressure, ripped off in one quick motion. Hell, he even rubs the skin to soothe the sting while he peels the next strip.

...Rubs your pussy. Soothing circles into your heated, plump mons and outer lips that you could almost read as apologetic. He wasn't feeling hardly any sympathy for you, though. No, it was for her.

On the next strip your startled when his thumb actually grazes your clit, while the rest of his palm pulls the skin taught.

You wondered if it was just a slip, but alas. Nothing Simon does is ever an accident.

The traitor peeked out from the hood in interest. Every other strip after that has him stroking your pearl mercilessly, like his own worry stone.

The hot ripping pain melds with pleasure, it isn't long at all before your keening and dripping under his ministrations. It was inevitable.

Simon sounded so put out. Sighing, tisking that you're, "Sloppy fuckin' wet. Strip isn't gonna stick now, is it?" as if you're an idiot, trying to be difficult purpose.

As he chastises you, he crams two thick fingers in your hole, like he's trying to stem a bleeding wound. It punches the air out of your lungs. He tells you you're gonna ruin it, that they'll have to start all over if you keep this up.

He's about as done as he's gonna be, considering your drippy cunt. "Look at 'er. Poor thing's cryin', isn't she?" He coos to your crotch.

Simon turns back to you but his tone isn't sweet, he barks at you to stop squirmin', unless you want him to you fuck you while your still oll raw and stingin'. Since that's clearly what you want now.

He's always givin' you want you want, huh? You're spoiled rotten.

[neptunym]

weirdos

[starssoblue]

“things were so hard with dad in recent years...how did he go from paparapluie to père? i wish i could face him and understand, but while he was still here i didn't dare try to tell him [any of my feelings] and now...it's too late.” * paparapluie is a pun on the words papa and parapluie (umbrella) since the plush is a frog. père is the french word for 'father.'