#Lucky Kid

[littlemagicalstardust]

[certifiedfantasyreader]

Imagine saying Rhysand and Feyre , High lord and lady of the Night Court are my parent's.

[schadentekkers]

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[diskaywrites]

Whumpuary 2025 Blood in the Cut

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠------𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔------𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲. 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐦, 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏, 𝟎𝟓𝟔

Gabriel Kidd's hands had been stained red for as long as he could remember. He had grown up poor on the streets of London, an orphan who had found himself tasked with caring for two younger men he had met on the streets, men he considered his brothers. It had been a tenant he learned early on, if you didn't fight then you didn't survive. Not only that, Gabriel had come to find that he was good at it. There was a voice in the back of his head, slick and slimy and cruel, that made him want to fight and hurt and destroy.

That voice had gotten him in trouble more than once. The law had been involved, but even morse so, it had landed Gabriel amongst the patients of mad houses. He wasn't mad. It was something he told himself again and again. That voice wasn't who he was. That voice was a part of him, a part that begged to be fed so that it could flourish. Most of the time he could ignore it. Most of the time he could hold that voice back with a good fight.

It was why he had come to this bar, the War Dog, with his younger brother Teoman. The two were hungry and to make enough to eat for the day, Gabriel knew he had to fight. They had made their way through the smoke-filled pub, Teoman's nose turned up in disgust as a patron splashed a bit of their beer on his dingy shoes, "What sort of place is this? Why here?"

"I told ya, T," Gabriel grunted as they reached a door barely hidden at the side of the bar, knocking in the pattern that had been relayed to him, waiting for the door to open, "best place to do what I do is here. You didn't have to come."

"Ya needed a corner man," Teoman huffed as the door swung open and the duo made their way down the creaky stairs to a basement area even more raucous than the pub above it. Men and women stood around a circle in the center of the room where a man was knelt on top of another, fists raining down at his opponent. "Seems…kräftig. Are you sure?"

Despite growing up on the streets of London, Teoman still used the language of the country he was born in. Even his voice had a sharp bite of his mother tongue to it. Gabriel's eyes were trained on the man who had been proclaimed the winner. Shaggy black hair matched chocolate brown eyes perfectly, the hair on his head matching the dark beard on his face. An earring shone from one ear, silver matching that of the cross around his neck and hanging down his bare chest, "Seems like a man who needs t' know how strong I am."

As the man in the makeshift ring had his hand raised, he let out a roar of triumph, thumping a hand against his chest, "Who's fookin' next, huh!?"

Teoman sighed, holding out a hand to catch the shirt that Gabriel had removed before entering the circle. He knew his brother well enough by now to know he could never back down from a challenge. "Careful with this esel, Gabriel."

Gabriel rolled his eyes at his brothers protectiveness as he moved to stand across from the last winner, "Come on, lad. I ain't afraid of you."

As soon as the dark-eyed man met his gaze, Gabriel gave a smirk. He recognized that fire, that look of vehement rage. It was the same sort of look that filled his own eyes when the voice took hold. Gabriel cracked his knuckles as the psuedo official relayed the one rule of the upcoming fight. The two men would go until either they could anymore or until their corner men gave up the fight.

The two men circled, weaving back and forth in the dirt circle, the other reaching out with a fist to make the first strike. It rung Gabriel's bell, the knuckles of the other man catching him straight in the nose hard. Gabriel could feel it shatter, confirmed by the few droplets of blood that landed on the floor. The stranger moved in again, catching Gabriel with another strike. This one connected just above the eyebrow. Gabriel shook his head, bringing up a knee to catch the stranger in the solar plexus. It pushed the other away so that Gabriel could get a moment to breath.

Gabriel dodged the next blow, catching the stranger in the jaw with a hard punch. The other man stumbled, seemingly struck as if he had a glass jaw under his ear. Gabriel hit a second punch to the jaw and the man went down, falling backwards onto the floor. Gabriel dropped another knee to the center of the man's chest. After that, he didn't let up. His hands rained down on the other's face, until the stranger caught Gabriel above the eye with a hard elbow. He could feel the skin split, the blood running down his face. He screamed, rage evident from just his eyes alone. He grabbed the other man by the face, thumbs pressing into the stranger's eyes until the makeshift referee pulled Gabriel off of him, raising his hand in victory.

Instead of cheering, the crowd seemed to fall into a hushed stupor. This, their golden boy, had fallen in such short time. Even the corner of his eyes, the ice blue the only part of his face that wasn't red at this point, he could see two men enter the ring. The first was his Teoman, who handed Gabriel his shirt, who used it to clean some of the blood from his face. The other had to be the downed man's cornerman. HIs hair was a dark brown, slicked back into a bun. Unlike the man who had given Gabriel such a good fight, the other corner man was dressed in a fine three-piece suit. "Boy. What's your name?"

Teoman turned to the stranger, teeth bared and hand clenched as he asked, "Why do you wanna know? Huh?"

"My name is David Finlay," the cornerman gave an amused smirk, "and this is my brother, Cal. And your friend there? I could use a man like him in my ranks."

[smallpotato80]

Imagine Siegfried and Audrey with baby Jimmy in the days after he was born. Siegfried was so eager to help/be involved, and you just know she taught him how. He took to it so well! Jimmy is blessed to have Auntie Audrey and Uncle Siegfried. I bet they have taken him out for a walk with the dogs too.

Siegfried & Audrey | Season 5 Episode 1 worried parents // doting grandparents

[engravedlives]

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[missholoska]

happy super late 9th anniversary, undertale 💖

[curioscurio]

I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her

[chinelacanta]

i like to think that ever since they met it was mutually ON SIGHT bullying <3

they’re both losers (said with love)

[magicicephoenix]

dca who au boys but baby..

[northstarscowboyhat]

I'm just imagining now Starlo playing horsey with Clover just like some dads play with their kids.

It'll be SO cute and goofy!

Would've be even better if Clover started playing it with Frisk after they grew up.

The sacred act of playing horsey passed down through generations

[astronomic-explorer]

god dc fanon is actually crazy. "dck was gonna put tim in arkham!" BITCH HE TOLD TIM TO GO TO THERAPY 😭

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[mickedy]

mickey's got 80 years of viral pranks to traumatize his brother with

[fluffylino]

oral fixation with minho 🍎

minho is good at eating apples. but that isn't the only thing he's good at eating...

skz code made me think all sorts of things cause the way they zoomed in on minho's mouth while he was dunking his face in for an apple-

-contains mature themes (very self indulgent and so incredibly hot)

minho looks irresistable.

dressed up in a beyond adorable outfit for the recording of the most recent skz code. a bunny clip neatly resting on his fluffed up hair.

he looks so cute, you could eat him up.

that is all until one specific game. which you were sure he'd be good at. with his hands placed behind his back. he was to take an apple from the tub of water.

the rules included using only his mouth to pick up as many apples he could, in a span of a minute.

the members have faith in him and he starts off by putting his face to the tub. trying to choose an apple that was closer. herding the apple to a corner.

your mind spiralling at the obsence thoughts that come to your head.

the determination in his furrowed brows, the way he holds his breath and opens his mouth wider.

head moving along with the floating apple. eagerly trying to suck and create a vacuum so he can pick it up.

but instead he lets his jaw hang loose.

mouthing at the apple just like he would kiss into your swollen folds. lips molding against your pussy, making out with it like he had all the time in the world.

apples!

this wasn't about you. this was about the apple he was catching.

you blink, watching with a nervous smile when he switches to another apple midway. giving up on the first apple.

the members tease him for switching amongst the apples, condoning it as bad manners.

its funny and you laugh.

he digs his bunny teeth into the fruit and runs to place it on the tray. spitting out a stream of water which was a result of sucking on the fruit.

you think of his front teeth, teasing your clit. while his spit stained lips wrap around your swollen bud as a means to ease the sharp sensation.

apples!

you remind yourself, its an apple for godsake.

without wasting a minute, he practically plunges his face into the tub of water. his bangs getting wet and they stick to his forehead.

he looked like a wet cat but you wished he was eating yours.

cornering the apple right into the edge. his jaw muscles tensing everytime he tried to catch it.

minho doesn't even care that his nose his partially underwater. he holds his breath like an expert and doesn't stop till he's finally got the second apple in his mouth.

thats how he is everytime he's buried between your legs. faceplanting into your cunt, you wonder if it pains him to press the lower half of his face completely against you.

nose harshly shoved against your mound. the tip of it rubbing deliciously over your clit.

the same eagerness he shows to the apple,is exactly how he shows it to you. pushing you up, till you're cornered into the sofa or the headrest of your bed, legs parted with him noisily slurping up all your slick.

you catch a glimpse of his tongue. nudging the apple towards him sneakily and you think of how he kitten licks your entrance.

loving the way you throb with his tongue and the sweet essence that drips past your fluttering hole.

you try not to think of how he flattens his tongue and licks long strips. feeling your sensitive folds with his hot wet muscle. making you gasp and beg for mercy.

apples! apples! apples! 🍎🍎🍎

you know what?

screw it.

you wished you were THAT apple.🍎⭐️

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watching skz code ep. 62 had me dying of laughter but also gave me severe brainrot with this one specific game ahahahhahahahha

[mixierupperc20]

I'm not the kind of person to self simp or indulgent in tumblr sexymen's behavior. I may mention it, but actually going along to do so, mmm...

(disclaimer I have nothing against people who self-insert and/or simp this is just a personal thing for me myself and I only)

However, I am very curious. The last time I checked, there was a war going on between Frankie and Henry Hotline with the body vs the voice thing which I was sure Henry was going to win but I've been seeing more Frankie so