#I need to work on my WIPs

[minniiaa]

Hades 2 is unironically consuming my limited free time like fuck them for making a game that you can beat but then can just keep doing runs over and over and they are still just as fun. ffs someone uninstall this shit from my PC so I can get back to my other hobbies.

[reallypleasanttree]

Hi there 😁 I’m just curious and wanted to ask, since your able to think lots of stories of Obamitsu could you think of them in the movie "The crow" not the newest one but the old version, of them in a story type?

Hi! I watched the original movie over ten years ago, so I had to read the Wikipedia page for the exact details. 😅 Obanai and Mitsuri would transfer well to Eric and Shelly and I ran with it.

Here’s my take on “The Crow” Obamitsu. Below there are mentions of violence, murder, and death.

It would start off with Obanai and Mitsuri talking about her graduation and moving back to her parents’ home and she’s going to miss Obanai. He proposes and she happily accepts the emerald engagement ring. He agrees to move with her. In the background, Kaburamaru watches them intently.

Then it would shift to show Mitsuri being murdered by a gang while Obanai is forced to watch. Originally, Obanai was part of the gang, but planned on leaving with Mitsuri. The leader of the gang, the Snake Demon, finds out about his plan to desert with Mitsuri. She has the gang cut open his mouth like a snake to remind him where his loyalties should have lied. They toss him out the window. As he lies dying, he promises to find and protect Mitsuri in their next life.

Next, there would be intermixed scenes with flashbacks to his childhood and meeting/falling in love with Mitsuri. Obanai’s mother was an alcoholic/drug addict and would either ignore him or physically abuse him. He left his mother’s house when he was 12 and joined the Snake Demon’s gang in order to survive. He meets Mitsuri at a diner where she worked. She was a waitress and came to the city to attend school. He falls in love with her carefree, fun loving attitude along with her sense of justice. He hides his gang affiliation.

The gang takes note of his budding relationship and begins to keep tabs on Mitsuri. They find out she protested against the Snake Demon’s exploitation of laborers. The leader confronts Obanai and forces him to end things with Mitsuri. Obanai tries to break up with Mitsuri, but she refuses to believe his reasons. Eventually, he explains his gang involvement and the Snake Demon’s orders to break up. Mitsuri persuades him to have a secret relationship.

Anyway, fast forward a year past Obanai and Mitsuri’s death. A young girl, Kanao, visits their graves with Kaburamaru around her shoulders. She places violets and chrysanthemums over their graves. Mitsuri looked after Kanao as a big sister because her sister is a drug addict. Kanao talks to Kaburamaru about an old myth where snakes can resurrect people who were wronged and give them time to correct it. Kaburamaru slithers down her arm to rest on Obanai’s grave. She leaves with the snake.

Obanai is resurrected and goes back to his old apartment where they were murdered. He remembers promising to find Mitsuri in the next life, but for now he will settle for revenge. He has facial scars from where they cut open his mouth. He sets out to kill the four people who murdered them. They include Gyokko, Gyotaro, Douma, and Kaiguku.

Obanai finds Gyokko and they get into a knife fight. Gyokko cuts Obanai’s neck and believes he won the fight only for Obanai’s wound to heal. Obanai stabs him to death after Gyokko reveals he pawned Mitsuri’s ring. He leaves a message for the Snake Demon that he’s going to kill everyone involved in his and Mitsuri’s murder. He signs it as ‘The Serpent’.

Obanai goes on to kill Gyotaro(over dose), Douma(throwing him out a window), and Kaiguku(shot). At Gyotaro’s he finds Kanao’s sister and takes away her addiction, so she can take care of Kanao. Kaiguku’s last act is to call the leader and tell her Obanai is the Serpent and back from the dead. The Snake Demon’s psychic theorizes Kaburamaru resurrected Obanai.

Obanai breaks into a pawnshop where he meets up with Sanemi, his best friend and pawnshop owner. Sanemi greets him and tells Obanai he never sold Mitsuri’s ring because he knew Obanai would be back one day.

Obanai walks to his old apartment where Kanao is waiting for him. She explains how she heard there was a man going by the Serpent was taking revenge for Mitsuri’s murder. Obanai apologizes to her for his role in Mitsuri’s death and ultimately leaving Kanao to fend for herself. He empathizes with her due to his upbringing. He informs her he detoxed her sister as retribution and gives her Mitsuri’s ring.

Obanai makes plans to destroy the Snake Demon and her gang. While he does that Kanao and Kaburamaru are kidnapped due to her previous friendship with Mitsuri and Obanai as well as the psychic’s theory about the white snake. The Snake Demon sends a message to Sanemi and Sanemi tells Obanai about Kanao and Kabu getting kidnapped.

Sanemi supplies Obanai with guns, knives, and whatever else to take out the gang. Sanemi goes with him to the gang’s main hideout. Our beloved Sanemi finally gets to beat the crap out of people. Love him 🥰

Next, Obanai finds Kaburamaru in a cage and steals him. Our boys are back together. Kaburamaru leads Obanai to where the Snake Demon is holding Kanao. A fight breaks out. Someone stabs Kaburamaru, which injures Obanai in turn. The psychic tries to steal Kaburamaru for his ability to resurrect and immortalize people. He bites her and his venom kills her.

While that’s happening the Snake Demon takes Kanao to the roof and taunts Obanai about his childhood and Mitsuri. Obanai tries to make a deal for Kanao’s life. The Snake Demon agrees when Obanai says he’ll take her spot and give her Kaburamaru. As his last act, he throws himself and the Snake Demon off the roof.

Obanai experiences his second death, but this time he is greeted by Mitsuri. They walk into the afterlife hand in hand.

As for Kanao and Kaburamaru, Sanemi takes them home to Kanao’s sister, Kanae.

The last scene is Obanai getting lost at his new job and Mitsuri helping him find the Human Resources department.

[xhanisai]

adrien agreste shadow the hedgehog

🤝

their love of their lifes' names beginning with 'mari'

[thevoidstaredback]

[emjiroki]

I have written in so long it felt good to write that nanami drabble

[nonaonann]

I don't know who stole my motivation to write, but whoever did I'm in your freaking walls

[14fa]

then i would like to request smth about nico 🙏 there's no much stuff about him so i will be happy with anything

requests are closed bbg

[just-a-wannabe-poet]

Anyone else not work on their WIPs in 6 months?

...

No...?

...just me...?

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[ruushes]

the people have spoken... karlach reclass in progress

[malcontentonline]

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[thevoidstaredback]

I worked from 8:45pm on Friday to 1:13am on Saturday. I got home about 2am and didn't fall asleep until closer to 3am.

My body had the audacity to wake me up at 7:32am. I said no, turned over, went back to sleep and didn't wake up again until 11:36am. I then curled up on my dad's bed while he was laying bills and fell asleep. I woke up again again at 3:15pm. I didn't move until 4pm.

Cool. All that's fine except for the fact that I now can't sleep. I knew this would happen, but it doesn't make me any less upset.

Now, do I read more fanfics (I just finished one, and then read an update on another) or do I work on my own WIPs?

Sigh. Tis the life of an unhealthy sleep schedule.

Maybe I should take my own advice...

[quadrantadvisor]

DPxDC Danny/Jason Soulmates AU WIP

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Jason's timer read 044389:21:08, when the display suddenly went dark. 44,389 hours. Five years, 24 days, 13 hours, 21 minutes, and 8 seconds until he was fated to meet his soulmate.

Or not. Because the time stopped.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He did his research, and with the resources at his disposal (namely, a batcomputer,) he knew for a fact that there should be no way to defy the fate of a timer. People had tried. Avoidance, isolation, putting a hit out on your own suspected soulmate. Nothing worked. Trying to delay the inevitable put you on the path to meet it. Sure, there were people who lamented the unfairness of their own situation, who were devastated they never got time with their soulmate, famous deaths on opposite sides of a battle, etc. But soulmates always, always met eachother, face to face.

Not him, though. His soulmate was dead. Five years early.

Bruce didn’t get it. Dick wouldn’t talk about it. Alfred only looked at him with pity in his eyes.

Jason wasn’t sad that he was the only person on the planet who’d never meet his soulmate. He was fucking angry, because it wasn’t fucking fair. It was another person in his life who was supposed to care about him that he’d never get to have.

So when he found out he had a mom, somewhere out there, who he’d never had the chance to meet… he had to go. How could he not?

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It was Sam who noticed, when it happened. Danny had just finished a stupid fight with Boxy, and he, Sam, and Tucker were finally ready to call it a night. Danny de-transformed and grinned, shaking the thermos proudly. “Gonna get these guys back into the Ghost Zone,” he said, when suddenly-

“Danny!” Sam yelped, and snatched at his arm.

Danny stumbled, nearly dropping his precious cargo. “Whoa, Sam, what-?’ he stopped, looking as she turned over his arm, baring his wrist.

His timer was dark, like people who’s soulmates were dead. The numbers still showed, faintly, but they were stationary. The countdown had stopped.

Ice spread through Danny’s veins, like the cold that rushed through him when he went ghost, but worse, so much worse.

Danny’s ghost form didn’t have a timer, which honestly freaked him out, but as a human it had always behaved completely normally. When he turned back, it would be there, the time having elapsed just the way it was supposed to. It had been so reassuring. He was alive. He’d make it at least five more years, and be able to meet his soulmate, who would hopefully be able to accept him the way he was. He wanted that so badly. He wanted someone beyond his friends to talk to, to know him as a person and a ghost. He wanted to not be afraid anymore.

He’d just passed the five year mark, not that long ago. He’d been so excited to be that much closer to someone so important.

And now something was horribly wrong.

“Dude, that’s jacked up,” Tucker said, noticing the problem with wide eyes.

“Did anything happen today?” Sam asked, her expression hardened with determination. “Did you notice anything weird while you were transformed?”

Danny shook his head. “No, no it- it was running while we were at school, and we’ve been fighting ghosts since then. I don’t know when it would’ve…” Danny could barely make himself speak. “Is it my fault?” he said, almost to himself. “Did I spend too much time as a ghost and it just-”

Sam gripped at his hand. “No, Danny, it isn’t your fault. Whatever the problem is, we’re going to figure it out, okay?”

“Yeah man,” Tucker added, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, maybe your parents can actually help this time? Weird magic science is kinda their thing, right?”

Sam looked less sure, but nodded all the same. “You’re going to meet your soulmate. Okay?”

“Okay,” Danny said, quiet, looking down at the stopped numbers on his wrist.

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Edit: Added a readmore

[mxltifxnd0m]

pull it to the side ⥁ s. winchester

summary: sam wants to try something out.

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem reader, [can be read as gn afab! reader]

word count: 1.3K

warnings: MINORS DNI, hint of dom/sub dynamics, oral fem! receiving, biting, slight choking, smug sam, porn w/out plot, no use of y/n, kinda edited

a/n: uhh hi guys this came out of nowhere but it was sparked because of guess by charlie xcx and billie so yeah here it is loll [also the title is a lyric from the song]

anyways enjoy! please like, comment, and reblog!! your feedback fuels me loll!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You and Sam all but stumbled into the room, lips attached to one other as you guys hastily pawed at each other, eager to get rid of the troublesome clothes on your bodies. Through the haze of lust, you could tell that you were being pushed back, and you had landed on the edge of the bed. Your lips had finally separated from Sam’s for the first time since you entered the room. 

Your naked chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath underneath Sam’s hungry gaze. You were already so fucked out, and Sam hadn’t done anything but overwhelm you with his kisses and insistent hands. You were stripped naked, barring your underwear, which had yet to be taken off and practically soaked through with your arousal, making the soft white color of the panties almost translucent. 

Sam’s large form loomed over you, making you lean back until your bare back hit the sheets of the bed. Sam’s lips were pulled into a salacious smirk as he hovered over you, his hips slotting in between your open legs. You let out a soft moan as you felt the rough denim of his jeans rut against your clothed core. 

You saw Sam’s lips twitch up further before planting soft, teasing kisses across your jaw and cheek before capturing your lips between his. His tongue breached your mouth instantly, swiping his tongue against yours and making your brain go haywire as his warm hands roamed over your thighs and hips until one of them made it to one of your breasts and started to knead it. A keening whine left your mouth as he pinched the hardened nub in between his fingers. 

A low chuckle rumbled in Sam’s chest. “God, I love your noises.” He mumbled against your lips before biting the bottom one gently. 

His lips left yours, and he skimmed his lips down your jaw with a feather-light touch as he kissed and nipped at your neck. Sam filled your senses as you felt his mouth trail lower and lower, kissing and biting anywhere he could. You knew you would be covered in small bruises and bite marks by the time Sam was done with you, but you couldn’t give a single shit about it at the moment as you felt his breath ghost against your lower belly as he sunk in between your open legs. 

“Fuck.” Sam breathed out when he saw the state of your underwear. “You’re soaking, aren’t you sweetheart?” You could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he left sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. 

One of your hands made its way into his hair, brushing the hair away from his forehead while the other gripped the sheets next to you tightly. When you met his eyes, the hazel in them was non-existent as they were overtaken by the lust that had taken over any rational he had. 

“S’all for you.” You managed to rasp out. 

“All for me?” The smirk that was on his face could have rivaled the devil’s as he sucked a mark into your plush inner thigh. Sam all but shoved his face into your crotch; you felt him take a deep inhale of your clothed cunt and let out a groan. “You smell so good.”

A soft whimper left your lips as his lips kissed your covered mound through your underwear. Sam started to lap at your cunt through the soaked material, making it even wetter. 

“Fuck.” He said with a grunt. “You’re so wet. I can taste you through your underwear.” Sam went from licking to kissing at your clit. 

You could feel how your underwear was stuck to your cunt like a second skin. Low moans and whines left your parted lips as Sam mouthed at your cunt, licking and kissing at it with your soaked panties acting as the only barrier between your dripping core and his mouth. 

One of Sam’s hands left your thigh to pull the material of your underwear taut against you, making a small yelp escape your mouth at the new sensation. 

Sam pulled away for a moment. “Bet if I could make you cum just like this.” He said to himself, tugging the underwear tighter against you.  

You tugged at the strands on top of his head, making Sam look up at your shaking head. “Take them off.” You pouted at him. 

You moved the hand that wasn’t in Sam’s hair off of the bed and to the waistband of your underwear. Sam acted quickly and used his free hand to grab your wrist and pin it back down on the bed. 

Sam moved from his spot between your legs to hover over you, your hand falling from his hair as he shook his head and looked at you with a stern glare.

He clicked his tongue at you. “You’re not in charge tonight.” 

You couldn’t help the scowl that formed on your face. Before you could even blink, both of your wrists were pinned above your head in one of Sam’s hands on the headboard while the other wrapped around the base of your neck loosely. 

“You wanna act like a brat tonight? Because I’ll treat you like one.” Sam’s nostrils flared as he leaned closer to you, his nose brushing against yours, and you held his fiery gaze. 

You shook your head at him. “Wanna be your good girl.” 

“Then you’ll take what I give you.” The hand that was at the base of your neck moved up to wrap around your neck, but he didn’t put any pressure on it. A small whimper left your lips at the feeling of Sam’s big hand around your throat. 

Sam sent you a dark smirk before kissing you fast and hard. “Keep them there.” He squeezed your wrists before slinking down your body until he was face-to-face with your covered cunt again. He pulled your underwear hard against you and wasted no time trying to get you to cum. 

You wished you could feel his talented tongue against your bare cunt, but pleasure still surged through you as you felt him press his tongue hard against you and focused on your clothed clit. Sam managed to suck at it through the fabric, making you buck against his mouth. You could feel the familiar heat brew in your lower belly as Sam continued his ministrations. You were writhing on the bed, trying to keep your hands against the headboard as you tried to grind against Sam’s face. 

Sam threw an arm around your hips, keeping you in place as he ate you out like a man starved. Loud moans erupted from the back of your throat as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. 

Sam could tell you were getting close. “You gonna cum, pretty girl?” 

“Yes!” You gasped.” Pl-please let me cum.” You all but whined out, tears welling up in your eyes. You were so worked up, and all you wanted was for Sam to let you cum and finally fuck you. 

Sam chuckled against you, the vibrations making the warmth in your core even hotter. “Gonna make you cum.” He doubled down, wanting to make you cum as soon as possible. 

You were covered in a sheen of sweat as you felt the band in your core become tighter and tighter. Sam took your clit and sucked on it hard, biting it lightly, and the band snapped. Your mouth was open in a silent moan as pleasure racked through your body. Sam mouthed at your soaked-through underwear as you came down, shiny with his spit and your cum. 

Sam planted soft kisses up your body and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips when you finally calmed down. You let out a low moan as you tasted yourself against his slick-covered lips. You didn’t realize that your eyes had closed until they fluttered open to see Sam’s satisfied smile. 

“Told you I could make cum with them on.”