#Magic Cue Ball

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: burnt french toast

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extras!

• satoru gojo helping out his students to the higher ups in every universe

• public apology on main? oh bros down BAD

• cue the pining and yearning arc😍

• toge and panda were laughing at all the videos of megumi in the taco bell parking lot😭

• toge def retweeted his fav ones on main and then got told off by gojo LMFAO

• i feel like nobara has used that reaction image before but idgaf ITS TRUE AND REAL

• PLEASE TELL ME YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABT WITH THE SANTA EDITS

• santa im writing to you because i want a pink pony for christmas…

• maki saying butch is canon

• i know she runs mcdonald’s like it’s the navy🫡

• the hate for kit connor has me seething

• no i haven’t watched heartstopper and i don’t plan to

• maki & nobara ARENT as mad this time bc like they know yn won’t do anything stupid and plus ig it’s justified… i think?

• the guys actually…. bonding?

• tridant not fighting for once*NOT CLICKBAIT*

• is this the bromance we’ve all been waiting for?

• this truely is my she’s just a phase😍🫰

• shakes magic 8 ball the stars say sukuna wants me bad !!! come here baby i’ll eat ur burnt french toast💔

a/n: ok maybe i over exaggerated how bad it was gonna be just a tad bit… 🤗 i was gonna initially have a written part for yn and sukuna but it just felt WRONG lmfao like it lowkey sounded like the megumi one so no thank you !! :/ also i know the party girls gc is LONG but its much needed i think !! anyways sorry it’s late u guys know me i’m never on time w posting :3 happy sjap saturday !!

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[jennaaswife]

WENCLAIR DANCED TOGETHER AT THE RAVE'N Y'ALL. I REPEAT, WENCLAIR DANCED TOGETHER AT THE RAVE'N. WE WERE SO ROBBED IN THE SHOW HELP 😭

Enid bumps shoulders with me after Lucas excuses himself and for a moment, I’m not sorry I came. As often as I’ve danced alone in my room, there’s something about collective movement. About feeling the rhythm of music as a whole…

“Yo, yo, yo,” calls the DJ as the song is winding down. “It’s almost closing time, so haul it out onto the dance floor one last time before the Rave’N says Nevermore.”

“That’s my cue,” I say to Enid as a house beat replaces the eccentric bassline of “Goo Goo Muck.” But she clings to my arm.

“Don’t go!” she cries. “Lucas still isn’t back yet and it’s the last song of the night!”

“Fine,” I say. I’m still full of endorphins from dancing; that’s the only explanation I can offer.

Enid gasps, tilting her head up and prompting me to do the same as glittering snowflakes begin to swirl down from a hidden machine in the rafters. The light from the disco balls reflects off of them, and the room is momentarily transformed into something vaguely magical. Even I’m not totally immune.

— From the book 'Wednesday, a novelization of season one.'

[merakiui]

Can you please give me some Ace crumbs? Preferably spicy <3

Thinking about the seven minutes in heaven party game...... Cater suggesting everyone should play because it'll be fun. Everyone knows Ace is so painfully down bad for you. He can deny it all he wants, but his interest is so obvious that even Riddle (who is mostly inexperienced in romantic cues) picks up on Ace's behavior.

It's so clearly set up from the very beginning, but Ace begrudgingly goes along with it because you seem excited to play. Now the two of you are locked in a dark closet for seven minutes and something's supposed to happen (i.e. it's Heartslabyul's joint effort to encourage Ace to confess so he can stop blue-balling himself).

Only,,, perhaps something went wrong when Cater locked the two of you in with magic. Maybe the spell he used was one in which the door will only unlock once the conditions have been met. >:D perhaps this was fully intentional. In any case, you're not leaving until Ace confesses to you.

Ace doing everything but confessing. The seven minutes pass by smoothly, but when the two of you try to leave the door won't budge. :) now Ace realizes what's going on, but he probably had a suspicion the minute Cater waved farewell and wished for you and Ace to get even closer than besties can get.

Something something you pick up on his hesitation and awkwardness. Teasing him for it in this cramped space, and Ace is so relieved it's dark because then you'd see how bright his blush is and you'd definitely never let him live it down if you knew. Maybe one thing leads to another and,,, something something dry humping with him with wandering hands,,, or maybe you go all the way and Ace blurts out that he loves you while he's balls deep inside you. :3c

And then the door unlocks and swings open and wow!!! You two did get closer than besties!!! <3

[pb-n-ded-jelly]

[medusas-graveyard]

Ring of rage

I've been seeing fics where the lanterns know what the fuck a ring of rage is (read; the most dangerous and unstable ring there is) and here's a kinda crack/angst take on it.

Basically Danny went through all that bullshit with the Waynes (read: basically what happened in my past posts) and Bruce finally coaxed him to meet the JL (Danny did NOT look forward to that) he shows up in his improved Phantom fit (the one I drew) BUT he took the ring of rage for good measure. The thing about the ring and the crown is that the appearance will shift according to their bearer's will, and Danny's ring just looks like a normal metal ring; no tacky jewels, just a metal ring with an ouroboros carved in it.

Cue Batman introducing his new ward (that will NOT be playing savior unless the circumstances are dire) and Hal just goes "what the fuck do you mean a new ward why does he have the ring of rage get away from the fucking kid—"

Danny watching Hal & Bruce argue: damnit I knew I forgot something

Nightwing that tagged along: what?

Danny, eventually clinging to him because the JL keeps giving him looks and he's basically an anxiety ball: ugh, the lanterns are pissy about the ring. I should've payed attention to Dora's lesson on magic artifacts.

[shytastemakerthing]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request headcanons of a Hogwarts!Yuu introducing the Magic Shift trio + Jack to Quidditch?

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for your request! It has been a rather long while since I have last seen any of the Harry Potter movies so I had to do a little bit of research for this one before I could begin. I hope that it turns out good! Enjoy!

TW: Mentions of severe bodily injury

Request: Magic shift team + Jack with Hogwarts!Yuu showing them Quidditch

A/N #2: Headers and dividers made by @blueberry-pride and @cafekitsune

Actually seemed to be rather interested in the sport, as it seemed pretty similar to magic shift in a way only..... somehow more dangerous

Leona recalled the stories that you had recently told him about the sport, especially when the bludgers are involved and directed at you. So it was someone's main position to keep you from scoring by throwing essentially a massive weighted ball right at someone and just hope you don't get knocked off of your broom to fall dozens of feet below?

And you had seen it happen with it nearly killing a student?

And the game is still played??

Maybe there is a way to replicate the game here

And that is what happened, only there was just so much that could be done, as magic from your world and magic from his works very differently

Regardless, it looked like he actually quite enjoyed himself in the game. The others? Not so much, the man is rather competitive when he wants to be

Perhaps you'll tell him of more stories about the game?

The most interested in the Seeker position after you told him all about the game

Ruggie is quick and quite the sneaky fellow, able to do what needs to be done

So he could easily see himself getting his hands on the Golden Snitch to be able to call the game a win for his side

Did show some concern for beaters and bludgers, because that bludger looks like it will really hurt if It hits you

.....what do you mean 'you would know'??

Cue a long story about you had gotten hit right in the chest with one, causing you to loose balance on your broom, falling to the ground, and then waking up in the infirmary with four broken ribs, a recovering concussion, and a broken leg

And you still continued to play??

New respect for you

Now onto actually trying the game out

You had managed to fashion together a pretty good replication of a Golden Snitch

And now Ruggie understood why it could take so long for a game to end if you are trying to catch that thing because he was ready to scream

Still managed to catch it, but it took some time

It's now a trophy for him and he tells his grandmother about it...... and about you

Wanna visit home with him? His grandmother will love you!

Was all for this game the moment you told him of it, like, you could see just how excited he was

You see how he is during magic shift, and this is a more down and dirt and dangerous form of it

He wanted to play it and he wanted to play it now

(Don't tell Vil, if he hears how dangerous this game is, he may come and drag Epel back kicking and screaming)

On your way to the magic shift field to bring up this idea to the other members of the club, you recalled the stories of your own time playing, and the injuries you had sustained, one resulting in you unable to play the game for the remainder of the season given the extent of your legs injuries and the injury to your neck

You still have the scar

He absolutely loves them

As much as he would love to be a chaser, a seeker would suit him rather well, as you begin to explain

He is smaller, no jab at him, meaning he is lighter

Meaning he can go much faster with the right push and can easily slip into places where the Golden Snitch may be

With that explanation, Epel could certainly see what you meant and opted for that position

Vil still found out

But seeing that sheer excitement on Epel's face, the skill he had despite being a rookie to the game, and how well he was avoiding getting nearly slammed with a bludger, he took a seat in the stands. He hadn't really seen him in action during magic shift, and especially in this game and while he couldn't quite see the appeal, Epel was happy and you were keeping him safe

Epel will never thank you enough for this

His family now wants to meet you

You had actually gained a quidditch injury shortly before coming to this world from your own and it was during one of these trips to the infirmary to check on the status of your healing process when you had told him about the game

What do you mean you tore your shoulder from its socket as well as breaking your foot, and wrist trying to catch the Golden Snitch? Is that where you also got that nasty black eye?

Could see the excitement in your face when you countered with the fact that you still managed to catch the Snitch and win the game

But you still got seriously hurt!

And here you are offering to show him the game here? Granted, you have much of what you need here, but it just sounds so dangerous

GIven that you were still recovering your injuries, the magic shift team played after your detailed explanations of the game, while you sat and watched on the sidelines with Jackl

He could commend the skill that was needed for the game, seeing each player carrying out the actions of their designated title

Jack may not play it, but if you decide to keep going after your injuries heal, he will certainly be here to cheer you on

No, his tail is not wagging

Just.... go back to watching the game

Thank you so much for your request! Have a wonderful day/night!

[devilevlls]

Please, lord. Just a drop of Solomon content…

Ask you wish, anon 😋

Magic tricks on the pool table ⋆.˚

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

📌 TW: Implied sexual acts, but not described. Make out sections.

In a magical dimly lighted room, MC and Solomon, both enthusiasts of the ancient art of sorcery, found themselves in a rare respite from their rigorous training. The air was thick with anticipation as they stood on opposite ends of the snooker table, each eyeing the other with a playful glint.

Solomon couldn't resist his mischievous streak, using his subtle magic to nudge the ball just slightly every time MC took a shot. Each time, the ball seemed to move just out of reach, forcing them to stretch and contort their body over the table in an effort to make the shot.

With a sly grin, Solomon watched as MC's frustration grew, their movements becoming more fluid and graceful with each attempt. But despite the challenge, there was a playful energy between them, a dance of wit and skill as they sparred across the green baize.

A frustrated sigh escaped MC's lips, but there was a hint of amusement in their eyes as they straightened up, shooting Solomon a knowing look.

As he moved around the table to take his shot, their paths intersected, and a spark of electricity seemed to crackle between them. Their bodies brushed against each other, sending a shiver down MC's spine.

With a sly grin, the old sorcerer leaned in close, their breath mingling in the stale air of the room. He was smirking, he knew it was affecting them. But the game called them back to reality, and with a gentle nudge, MC pushed Solomon away, giggling as they break the subtle charming spell that had momentarily ensnared them. He lined up, but missed. It looked on purpose tho. MC scoffs and with a deft stroke, they lined up their shot, sinking the black ball with ease. As the final ball vanished into the pocket, they shot a glance at Solomon, a playful glimmer dancing in their eyes. Even though the game had ended, a potent tension lingered between them, thick as fog, weaving a spell of its own. "Nice move, defying my skill like that," Solomon remarked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Easy for you to say, you barely even noticed, you were concentrated elsewhere" they chuckle, setting aside their pool cue with a grin.

"Well, I had distractions," Solomon countered, his gaze wandering appreciatively over MC's form.

"Don't try to charm your way out of this, Solomon," MC teased, trailing a hand along his shoulder. "I know your tricks."

"You shouldn't worry about what I've done, focus on what I'm about to do to you right here on this table." Solomon suggested with a wicked grin, his hands sliding possessively over MC's hips.

Without hesitation, Solomon pressed MC against the table, their bodies flush against each other. His hands roamed eagerly, guiding them to sit atop the smooth surface. With a sharp breath, he captured their lower lip between his teeth, his hips moving in a tantalizing rhythm, creating a lewd friction between their bodies that made both pant against each other's lips.

With a snap of his fingers, soft jazz filled the room, masking their growing moans. The night was young, and there was much yet to explore between them.

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[yanmuffins]

I love your P&F reader! Have you ever thought of a Milo Murphy reader?

Everything goes wrong and they have the worst luck in the world. Magic users are thinking maybe their mother's bloodline had to be cursed or something.

Regardless they handle it all with a smile and their trusted backpack and dog, Diogee

They get in all sorts of trouble and shenanigans all over Gotham. Their backpack is filled with everything you can think of and things you probably would never have thought of. No one's quite sure how they got an anchor to fit in their bag. Or why have a stun baton or how they seem to have every type of glue in existence but Elmer's. But it is Gotham so people look the other way.

Damian is P&F's and Jason is usually the favorite in neglected stories but let's have Tim some time to shine.

M.M. reader gotta be pretty creative to people to deal with they have to do everyday and I feel like Tim would be a great choice with their smarts together.

Imagining them rolling on a wrecking ball down the street as Harley's hyenas chase them as they try to get to class.

Reader: What doesn't kill you only makes you late for school :D

Tim would obsess so hard on like why this is happening??? but learn to embrace it. Probably a good lesson on what to do when things go south. He's a gremlin in my opinion

I don't think he'd try busting them since it's literally just bad luck but he does document all of this weirdness cuz who is he if doesn't have a file of one person and an extensive list of their life and actions

I can see him sending reader to someone he doesn't like to make them drop their favorite ice cream and would consider having them root for Ra's after seeing what happened to that one enemy football team when reader started rooting for them and they lost and demolished the field. But wouldn't since they'd be in danger.

I don't think the batfam could even stop them or fully protect them like they wish. They'll be asking their hero friends and allies but how do you stop Murphy's Law? It'll probably drive them crazy with worry.

Cue Diogee being anywhere but home and being bros with Perry.

@plembyduck

hello!!! these seem like such good ideas but unfortunately i have never watched milo murphy’s law so i don’t really have anything to add. sorry to disappoint! (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[thewertsearch]

You go to one of the stairwell rooms and carefully observe the armor while you sketch it. You have secretly wondered whether your grandpa was actually Iron Man in his younger years.

I didn’t even notice the Iron Man suit when we first saw this room, but it's been here since the beginning.

We’re finally making power armor, something I've been urging the kids to do since Act 3. This thing can probably kill First Guardian Imps without Bec's help.

You lost your MAGIC CUE BALL in the explosion, so you will have to draw it and hope your modus knows what you're getting at.

I was wondering when we'd come back to Jade's cueball. The fact that it's missing is giving me the worst thoughts, and I'm not even sure I want to speculate about where it's going to show up next.

Knowing what we know now, I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that it's one of the most dangerous artifacts currently in the Medium. We don't really understand how it's linked to Scratch, but it certainly responds to his call, and he could blow it up - or worse - at any time.

You can now see inside, and watch the dark water sloshing about the cavity in the globe. The predictions seem kind of lame when you can see all the other possibilities tumbling around in there.

It's similar, then, to how your decisions would start to feel a lot less meaningful if you became aware of countless timelines where you made different choices.

Kind of makes the fortune feel irrelevant.

yeah it's almost like luck doesn't actually m

[lesinquietes]

Here’s a thought — Fatgum isn’t used to any part of himself fitting anywhere because he’s so darn big. When he finally pushes into you for the first time, he’s empathetic but not surprised how you struggle to accommodate him. Too tight. Over time, though, you stretch out comfortably and learn how to take him. Of course, every time you screw him after this revelation sinks in, he’s put into a state of utter (and grateful) shock that you can handle his mass 🥺

Tw; 18+, smut // Fatgum x fem!reader

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“Oh, god, baby.”

His voice is always smooth and velvety in the morning — not at all like his usual tone. Early hours are magical like that; they rouse the most serene parts of people to exist in momentary peace. Taishiro barely has time to be himself otherwise.

Your boyfriend has been a hero for years. He’s one of the best, and certainly one of the kindest protectors everyone knows. You couldn’t be more proud to be dating such a powerful, caring man. After all, it’s not every day someone uses their inherited quirk for good. Recently, the presence of villains has only gotten worse. There’s a dire need for promising heroes right now.

Fortunately, you woke up with this precise thought in mind. The weight of society rests on his shoulders. What can you do the alleviate part of that burden?

You dip his cock into your mouth and suckle on its fat tip. Its bulbous and silky against your tongue. His slit is decorated with precum, like morning dew in the grass, giving you a refreshing treat when you start your task.

You lick him from his head to his base, taking your time to give his balls little licks and sucks of appreciation for the love they’re about to give you. At last, you accept him into your mouth. You try not to choke as you take him. He likes it when your throat constricts around his girth, but not at the cost of you getting hurt. You’re gradual with your bobbing — sensual. He notices your care with half-lidded, sleepy eyes.

“Oh shit… g’mornin’ t’ you too, gumdrop.”

You snicker cutely around his package, sending vibrations down to his toes. He emits a ferocious moan when you cup his sack in tandem, giving his goodies a deserved massage. You can feel him pulsing beneath your tongue. That’s your cue to pull out.

Gingerly, you make your way back up to his tip. You slobber along his length, not daring to break the trail of saliva between your lips and his head until he gets his fill. He marvels at how utterly sexy you look.

“C’mere beautiful,” he purrs. “Get on backwards so I can see.”

You do as you’re told. You back your pussy back so it’s hovering over his cock. You bow down to have his tip meet your warmth. He places a large hand on your ass cheek and uses his thumb to inspect your petals. He sinks the digit into your cavern and relishes in how your body trembles with need.

“Mmm good girl. So wet from suckin’ me off how I like.”

He slips his cock inside next. There’s no rush. He doesn’t need to be out the door for another hour; what’s the harm in taking his time with you?

You regard him with sultry irises over your shoulder when you’re packed to the hilt with his thickness. The way your back is curved, accented by your bubbly ass cheeks, sends his mind into overdrive. Your lower lips are stretched around his mass so deliciously that he’s already prepared to bust a nut.

“I wanted to give you a good send off,” you whisper. “But how ‘bout I stay like this for a bit and keep your cock warm?”

He can’t argue with that. As much as his fingers twitch on your hips — his nails digging into your flesh merely to reel his impulses back in — he finds it calming to have you service him like this. The only thing that would make this morning perfect is breakfast in bed.

That’s for later, though; when it’s your turn to receive his send off.

[skay-ali]

the witch's revenge

I have a reader draft with a demon possessing her, the idea is that she basically made a deal to continue living, where she would help the demon with his evil plans in exchange for staying alive. Maybe get revenge on his family, showing them that he was better now. Jennifer's body

You had everything figured out.

Every little step.

You had many resources, not only monetary resources from your followers and your sponsor, but also the necessary influence.

Many people from the underworld supporting you.

It was assumed that with your ritual, Halloween, when a red moon would appear, would be your great opportunity.

At last you would have what your heart longed for most, the same wish that you asked the shooting stars, the one that you recited when you made incantations and spells since you were a small and inexperienced witch.

The day you gathered enough evil from the lowest places, you turned many cities guarded by heroes upside down.

At midnight when everything went dark, and the evil of each person floated towards your new scepter.

The song that you recited, oh the great song that you strove to memorize.

Everything was fine in a moment, the portal would have opened and soon you could make a pact, to save your mother.

Until it wasn't anymore, some supers appeared, not even the barrier of villains that surrounded you could contain them.

It was unfair, you weren't hurting anyone, you were saving them from their evils in exchange for benefiting you.

Thanks to you, many popular villains calmed down, your spells made them more docile.

Why didn't they let you have what you always wanted?

You were angry, upset, you wanted them to leave right then and there.

Your pain worsened when balls of purple energy were directed towards where you were, and a woman with her glowing fists also tried to hit you.

They wanted to keep you, they wanted to destroy your only source of happiness.

Maybe it was the evil that you were handling that took over you, or all the anger that you contained, but now... now you would let him govern you.

You let your scepter expel a great shadow so that the heroes would be lost.

A lot of lightning bolts followed, in all directions.

That would keep them a little busy, while they try to avoid them.

But that was not enough, you built with your magic and the things that surrounded you into monsters that would attack them.

"OH I'm sorry but you're not invited to the party" you mock them when you were able to hold them back.

You watched as the entire sky took on a red color.

"If he opens the portal he will endanger the world, you shouldn't play with demonic forces!"

"I'm sorry I don't think I heard you demon girl, I'm trying to make one of yours my pet" you ignored the caped girl laughing at her.

You feel more and more the adrenaline of hating your body. Right on cue, more heroes appeared but this time they looked like young adults.

With them the other heroes were able to control your warriors, and also attack you. Some dates tried to get through you but nothing you couldn't avoid.

"Damn, I think they have me" you raised both your hands in surrender.

You saw how they let their guard down for a moment.

"Well that would be like that, if they defeated my true warriors" you smiled evilly.

At that moment, many other villains noticed that they owed you some favors and wanted to compensate them by fighting for you. With them watching your back, you focused on your last steps to see your mother again.

You took out all the souls of the witches you killed, they were offerings to the demon that had your mother.

You knew that they could, in a good mood, take revenge on the witches who mocked him and got away with it, having them as his servants would brighten his day.

Like an angry dog ​​receiving a treat to have it on your side.

But other annoying bugs had to appear just when you put the souls inside the portal.

This was already the height of your patience, your sanity could no longer continue as before, all your madness came out.

You began to attack with your scepter directly at each person who approached you. mercilessly, you had previously been lenient about the idea of ​​harming someone.

But you couldn't afford that luxury anymore, not when your plan was in danger of being destroyed.

You reached your turning point. Your body is starting to get tired, time was running out.

With everything you had you continued with your ritual.

Even if blood began to slide down your nose and red tears that burned in your eyes spilled.

But a big blow knocked you out, making you lose your concentration and sending you to the floor, sending your scepter flying away.

As soon as you opened your face you saw that the blood moon began to disappear.

You crawled, gathering all your strength, even if your body hurt, even if the impact of the blow was still present in your body, you continued.

Reciting weak spells to defend yourself. When you reached your precious scepter without strength, you no longer felt power within it.

"Nooo" it was over with all the fights you had and because of the ritual. When you saw the portal, you noticed that it had already disappeared, along with your sacrifice and the opportunity to have your mother back.

"NONONO BECAUSE YOU DON'T ANSWER" you shook your scepter many times desperate for it to work again, you could use a time spell, stop going back, so that the blood moon would appear again, of course that would shorten your life and you would surely be punished but no longer you cared "nooo let go of me" you struggled with the hands that held you. No matter how much you kicked, scratched, bit and screamed you couldn't keep them away. You cried... you cried very loudly, as if something was hurting you deeply, as if you had been stabbed very hard, and you screamed at the top of your lungs, until you were hoarse. You did it until your eyes became blurry, and your energy was gone, you passed out.

Your dream, your desire, seems finished... there was no longer anything that moved you, you give up, you let the world finish you once and for all... as it should always have been.

You woke up alone in an unknown room, lacking natural light, only artificial light from the spotlights that illuminated an annoying white light. everything was white and colorless, devoid of life.

Your clothes were too, you didn't wonder how you had them, you let things flow... you wouldn't worry about anything anymore... you wouldn't do anything anymore... you would just exist.

You cried a lot without stopping, not that you wanted to, but the sadness that was in your heart would not go away.

With your magic you swallowed some things, a book, a record player, some depressing music records, cherry liquor and some cigarillos. With those things you waited patiently.

Someone would appreciate it, those cameras in your room were a sign, next to the black window where you couldn't make out what was behind.

You blew smoke into your mouth, elegantly holding the cigarette in your fingers and looking at the white window trying to find something in it.

Your idea was actually to terrify or make the hair stand on end of whoever was looking at you.

You played with your hair from time to time, it's a real shame that it returned to its current color, you could use magic to change it but you didn't feel up to it.

A lot of black locks, aghh you hated the color, your aunts always said that it was your father's color and that you had many of his traits, although you couldn't change those traits much because of how annoying and complex it was, the hair was one.

Everything was boring, until a girl enters your room, she sat in one of the chairs that was at a table.

And he started to question you, you didn't answer him, you just paid attention to your cigarette.

That is until she had the audacity to get into your brain, you wouldn't let her get away with that, no one messes with your head, except you.

You let him examine whatever he wanted. a small spell when she committed a vast oversight, to make her forget what she saw and tell her other things, something terrifying and traumatizing, although you did not take pity so much and made her feel your same sadness, you were not a villain to traumatize a teenager for life .

Her tears were present, you just watched her cry with your cigarette in her lips, trying not to do the same.

But you failed, you also shed tears with the girl.

The next ones who tried the same thing were also unsuccessful.

until you felt a presence that you distinguished well.

“hello demon girl see you again” you smiled.

[lsd-astronaut]

Hello!! I hope you don’t mind me asking but could you do a fluffy Crowley x Demon!reader x Aziraphale fic (or headcanons)??

Maybe something like what it’s like all being in a relationship together?

(Also if it’s not too much to ask can the reader use a cane to walk around? Maybe because of something relating to when they fell and became a demon? If not that’s okay!!!)

First of all, I love you and I could kiss you in the mouth right now. I’VE BEEN SAYING FOR AGES THAT CROWLEY WOULD HAVE CHRONIC PAIN BC OF THE FUCKING FALL. I refuse to believe for one moment that you can fall all the way from Heaven, land on the ground and be all “hey guys i’m fine!”

Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley

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Warnings: chronic pain, but nothing else, this is just good old fluff

• You were an archangel along with Crowley, with the same obligations in making the cosmos✨ so you both met Aziraphale at the same time

• When Azi told you both that the project was destined to close in a few thousand years, you were the one that proposed to fill a complain to God (and crowley seconded you)

• Cue a war and a Fall later, Crowley and you are in Hell, but in different departments so you don’t see each other much

• In fact, you didn’t see Azi and Crowley for the first time since the Fall until the crucifixion of Jesus

• You stood beside them in silent reverence to this poor soul lost for all of humanity

• “What sort of mother would wish this fate upon her own kin?” Crowley and Azi turned to you with confused expressions (although Crowley gained a lot of respect for that comment hehe)

• After some idle conversation, and Crowley convincing Aziraphale not to just smite you right there and then, you three decide to traverse the world

• Centuries pass, and Crowley and you stay around humans (you love their way of living, and he likes children so everyone wins)

• You like to read everything you can get your hands on, to Crowley’s chagrin

• “Now I have two bookworms. What have I done to deserve this?”

• It’s circa the year 1000, in the new continent that these curious people called Vikings have discovered, when Crowley and you decide to experiment a human thing that you had wanted to try for a long time

• Your first kiss is messy, and there are more teeth than anything else; besides Crowley insists it feels slimey

• However, she can’t help but to accept he got a bit aroused by it

• Practice makes better, as they say, and so you do

• Although you spend the most time with Crowley, your relationship with Aziraphale also evolves throughout the years

• The “we have a mutual but I still don’t like you” to “maybe I do care about you” pipeline, if you want

• You take him to all kind of food places and bookstores, and he warms up to you a lot

• Introducing him to classical music was your proudest moment, and also the pettiest as Crowley had crossed you a bit beforehand

• The first time you kiss Aziraphale (or rather, he does), is one time you both were a bit tipsy during a masquerade ball in Paris in the 18th century

• He is a bit unexperienced but he gets the hang out of it really quick

• The three of you “confess” to each other in 1941, after the magic show fiasco

• Crowley looks nonchalant but you can see behind his eyes, he was worried sick he would be separated from both of you

• You make sure to give him extra cuddles that night

• Fast forward to 2008 and you work in Warlock’s house along with Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis, you being Warlock’s governess (like this is the fucking 1800s or smth lmao)

• It is at this time that the two of them notice you limping a bit every day after all chores have been done

• You insist that it is nothing and that you are perfectly capable of walking

• However, Ashtoreth happens to see you during one of your bad flares

• She immediately helps you to sit down on the bed, and looks at you expecting an explanation

• Her no-nonsense glare deters you from making up an excuse so you tell her the whole truth

• When you had fallen, you hadn’t landed correctly and had broken your legs on impact

• Miracles hadn’t done the full job and so you had been forced to endure the pain of the bones repairing themselves not quite right

• You had learned to mask the pain after centuries of practice but some days were just worse than others

• The next day, Ashtoreth gifts you a cane adorned with a snake head with little wings

• You proudly use it every day forward

• After the Second Coming, the three of you go to live in South Downs, finally able to be yourselves together

• There is still so much stuff to learn about everything, but you’re immortal and you are not alone, so why the hurry?

• As the sun sets on the horizon, you lean your head on Aziraphale’s shoulder as he reads one of Jane Austen’s books, and Crowley’s head is on your lap, already snoring softly

• You will be okay

I just wanted to say, I’m sorry if this is not what you asked for exactly as it is my first time writing for these two and I haven’t written either in two years so I feel I’m very rusty. I forgot ab the chronic pain until almost at the end, and I talk more about the history of you relationship than the actual relationship in itself lmao

Still, I hope you like it!

[ihni]

Heather roping her hopefully-soon-to-be-girlfriend Robin into a spa experience, and Robin panicking and bringing her bestie Steve with her because she's nervous, and when Billy hears that Steve's going he invites himself too (convinces Heather - who is not fond of Steve - by saying "Come on Heather, you don't want Harrington there pussyblocking you, right? You just concentrate on your girl and I'll take care of Steve").

Only of course Heather absolutely gives him the "if you don't behave I'm gonna cut your balls off and feed them to my guinea pig" talk, meanwhile Robin is panicking again and telling Steve "this has to be perfect, Steve, or I'll DIE!"

Cue both boys on their very best behavior, polite to the point of awkwardness. They're swaddled in fluffy bathrobes and smothered in clay face mask and skin peeling things and there's a girl approaching with cucumber slices, Heather, what are those for-?

Anyway, a spa day is really not for Billy and Steve, but every time either of them opens their mouth to make a scathing or questioning comment, Heather glares at them (or Robin widens her eyes), so they have no choice but to shut up, lean back, and NOT make fun of each other for having their hair swept out of their faces and having their faces full of green, avocado-smelling goo.

(Billy whispers that it smells like guacamole and puts a bit on his tongue, looks thoughtful and says it kinda TASTES like guacamole too. Steve is like "really?" and tries it too, only of course it doesn't taste like guacamole, it tastes like shit and Billy just kept a straight face to get Steve to try some. He spits and splutters along with Steve, interspersed with laughter that he's trying to keep down. It doesn't work. Heather's look promises pain to come)

(Also, imagine it with me, the staff having taken the girls into another room for some extra treatment, and thus leaving the boys alone while their face masks and oils and what not work their magic, and Billy immediately sneaking off his chair/bench and opening a window a crack, producing a cigarette from his discarded jeans, and lighting up by the open window. Imagine it. Billy Hargrove, in a fluffy spa bathrobe, glistening with oil and his almost-wet hair pulled back weirdly, with a face full of green goo, smoking a cigarette and trying to maintain his air of cool... Steve will be saving that image in the back of his brain 'til the day he dies, thank you.)

(Also the girls share their first kiss in the sauna and ditch the boys. The boys don't notice for like an hour)

[truevedicastrology]

🔄 Retrograde Revelations

Cosmic crew, buckle up! 🚀 We're diving into the topsy-turvy world of retrogrades. Ready for some celestial chaos? Let's go! 💫

💬 Mercury retrograde isn't just about tech fails - it's prime time for running into old flames! 🔥

💖 Venus retrograde? Time to reassess your values and love life. Ex's texts incoming in 3... 2... 1... 📱

🔥 Mars retrograde might have you feeling like you're running a marathon in quicksand. Slow and steady! 🐢

🍀 Jupiter retrograde is like a cosmic chill pill. Time to look inward for growth, not outward! 🧘‍♀️

⏳ Saturn retrograde is the universe's way of saying "Did you do your homework?" Time to review those life lessons! 📚

♐ Sagittarius risings often feel Mercury retrogrades more intensely. Double-check those travel plans! ✈️

🔮 Pisces placements during Neptune retrograde? You're basically a human magic 8 ball of intuition! 🎱

💼 Capricorn energy + Saturn retrograde = Career reflection central. Time to update that LinkedIn? 👔

🌙 Full moons during retrogrades can feel extra intense. Grab your crystals and sage, folks! 🧿

🎭 Your natal retrograde planets? They're not cursed, they're just a little quirky! Embrace the unique energy. ✨

💑 Retrogrades in synastry can indicate a "fated" connection. Cue past life romance vibes! 👫

🌿 Uranus retrograde might have you itching for a major life overhaul. New hair, who dis? 💇‍♀️

🧠 Mercury retrograde in air signs? Communication goes from "phone call" to "smoke signals" real quick! 💨

🌺 Venus retrograde in earth signs might have you stress-buying plants. Retail therapy, but make it botanical! 🛍️

💪 Mars retrograde in water signs = Emotional Olympics. Grab your cosmic tissue box! 🏊‍♀️

🎡 Pluto retrograde is like a cosmic excavation of your soul. Time to face those shadows! 🕵️‍♀️

🌈 Multiple retrogrades at once? It's not the end of the world, just a celestial traffic jam. Deep breaths! 🚦

Remember, stargazers, retrogrades aren't cosmic punishments - they're chances for growth and reflection! 🌱✨

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Show Stopping.

This is the concluding story to the corresponding blog event, It’s Raining Crows and Dogs! I took inspo from Cruella (2021) while writing this piece.

Please note, I was not able to respond to all interaction requests, as many were sent after the submission period, disregarded rules, or simply did not catch my interest 💦 Apologies!

By My Hand.

Drinks dulled the senses, distracting from the din of the charity ball. Alcohol was forbidden on campus—but the sugar and the carbonation was enough to be ride that high, to loosen from the binds of stiff suits, glittering gowns, and falsified formalities.

The orchestra’s song swayed and sloshed like liquid in her ears. The golden lights refracting off chandelier crystals, kaleidoscopic.

Was it the juice or the tiredness messing with her senses?

Knocking back her glass, Raven let the fizzy, fruity concoction tumble down her throat. Bright citrus washed away her worries, the bubbles tickling her nose as it went down. She set the glass, now empty, down and called out to the anxious mob student manning the bar.

“Another, please.”

“… D-Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Raven-san?” Octa A asked. “That’s your seventh drink.”

She stared at him with blank, lifeless eyes.

Octa A immediately set to preparing the eighth. Club soda, fruit syrup, crushed mint leaves, and cubed ice.

“Long night?” he wondered out loud, attempting at conversation.

“Yes.” Raven groaned, nursing her aching head with one hand. “I was up for all of yesterday assisting Crewel-sensei with the final touches on his ensemble for this evening. Didn’t get a lick of sleep.”

“Oh. I-I’m sorry to hear that…” Octa A muttered. He topped off the fresh drink with a twisted lime wedge and then slid it to her. “Did your efforts at least pay off?”

She accepted the beverage with a tired yet grateful smile. “I have no clue. He has yet to arrive.”

Even though he demanded that I be here to witness ‘the fruits of my labor’…

“I’m sure he’ll show up soon.”

Raven cast a glance at her phone. 11:59 pm. Late—far too late.

“I highly doubt—”

BAM!!

The instant the clock struck midnight, the doors to the venue swung open, as if on cue. In strutted two Dalmatians, each fitted in a diamond encrusted collar. Trailing them was a figure in a white cloak with a long train, hood pulled over their face.

Heads turned. Onlookers gasped.

“Who is that?”

Raven stilled.

They produced a wand from a billowing sleeve and waved it in an arc. There was a dog collar looped around the end of the wand, a square magical gem on it.

Fire sprouted at the end of the mysterious guest’s train. It formed a coil, snaking up their body and engulfing the white. The exterior fell away into crumbling ashes and cinders, revealing what was underneath: a handsome face in a black and white eye mask, his suit a sinisterly shimmering crimson.

Divus Crewel, fashionably late.

Raven exchanged looks with Octa A.

The venue bursted into sound like a balloon popped. People rushed at him, flocking like birds, swarming like bees.

“Sir! What a grand entrance! How did you do it?”

“What a show stopping performance.”

“I thought my heart was about to beat out of my chest!!”

“Where did you get this outfit? I would like to own one for myself. Oh, you must pass me along the name of the brand.”

Crewel, right at home among his throng of admirers, chuckled. “I appreciate the compliments, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to find a replica of this look in any store or boutique. This ensemble is an original designed by yours truly.”

“Oh my!” A woman clutched at the string of pearls around her neck. “Would you be willing to do an original for me then?”

“Now, now! I had every intention of asking him first!” a mustachioed man protested.

“Unfortunately, I’ll have to turn down those requests,” Crewel interjected smoothly. “I am presently focused on my role as an educator. Your presence here at this event helps Night Raven College and its efforts to better the future and the local community.”

A murmur of agreement passed through the crowd.

“And another thing,” he continued, “I’m afraid I cannot take all the credit for my outfit. I may be responsible for the design, but the color of the dye was made in collaboration with a student.” Crewel searched the room and found Raven, letting his gaze linger on hers. She felt her mouth drying up. “This is the direction of the future.”

He flashed a dazzling smile. His handsomeness, a cutlass slashing through their defenses. Raven felt the entire room melt in response to Crewel.

“If you wish to support us and Night Raven College’s endeavors, we you may donate tonight. All proceeds will be going to an animal shelter on Sage’s Island.”

Several voices cried out simultaneously.

“I-I’ll donate! Of course I will!”

“Honey, we’ve got to support this cause.”

“You heard the man.”

“Night Raven College is such an exemplary learning institution!”

“Wow, Crewel-sensei strolled in and commanded the entire event,” Octa A mused. “Raven-san, the work you were doing yesterday… now it’s being seen by all of these people.”

“Well,” she said warily, absentmindedly swirling her half empty glass, “as long as he’s happy and NRC gets that money, I guess it’s fine.”

“That shade of red is nice,” Octa A commented. He was already assembling the ninth drink. “It suits Crewel-sensei very well.”

“I should hope so!” she huffed. “It took a lot of workshopping and several samples to find a shade that pleased him.“

“What did you name this one? Since you tend to label your homemade inks.”

“Ah, I call this one…”

Cruel Devil.

[qveerthe0ry]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @for-a-longlongtime 🎊🎈🎂

You are the best Tumblr friend anyone could ask for. I’m so grateful for you and your incredibly supportive (enabling) tendencies, your insanely beautiful fic writing brain, and the ear you always lend to me to vent to.

Also for the gif of Oscar Isaac’s Dick and Balls that you sent me earlier today that inspired me to write a little FishPope blurb 😌 This is my gift to you and I hope you enjoy 💕 Love you!!

Smush

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia Rating: 18+ mdni Warnings: bulge worship, cock worship, cock warming

Sometimes Frankie just gets a little restless. 

He wants to relax. After a long day of work, and whatever project Santi’s got him working on in their garage, and making and/or eating dinner, all he wants to do is relax. 

He grabs a shower, sometimes with Santi, sometimes alone. He’ll change into pajamas— now that it’s summer, pajamas consist of underwear and a baggy old shirt. Then he grabs an ice cold beer and settles on the couch for some mind-numbing television while Santi reads or scrolls on his phone. 

But sometimes not even the most outlandish reality show can’t settle his restless mind.

Usually Santi notices it even before he does himself. A ‘knock it off’ grumbled at him above his reading glasses cues him in on the way he’s bouncing his leg up and down. 

Tonight, he’s grinding his teeth to some unidentifiable rhythm in his head. He only notices because he pinches his cheek between his molars and winces. His jaw aches a bit, he must’ve been at it for a while. 

He glances over to Santi. He’s got a really boring looking book in his hands, nestled in the corner of the couch. 

His thick thighs are spread open, inviting. Almost as inviting as the soft bulge protruding from his tight gray boxer briefs. 

Frankie’s mouth starts to water, alleviating that little nick his teeth caused. 

He shifts slowly at first, inconspicuous, and Santi doesn’t notice. So he moves again, lying out on their couch, so his head rests on Santi’s leg. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Getting comfy.”

“Hmm.”

Santi lifts one hand away from his book to ruffle Frankie’s curls and god, he’s got magic hands, the way one simple touch has his mind going pleasantly empty. 

He’s staring at Santi’s bulge now, shamelessly, since the man’s obstructing his view with his book. 

He knows it’s a mouthful, even completely flaccid. God, he bets it’s so warm and smooth. He shifts a little closer and takes a slow but deep breath and fuck. 

He smells so good. Even freshly showered, there’s always a hint of Santi’s natural musk, something so malty and deep that seeps through the fancy, expensive body wash he likes. 

Frankie wonders if it makes him a freak, that he likes it so much. Not that he really cares.

He wants more of it. He wants the smell and feel and taste of him all at once, to overwhelm him and just shut his brain off. 

So he adjusts up onto an elbow, and cranes his neck a bit, and smushes his face right at the apex of Santi’s thighs. 

“The fuck, Fish?”

Frankie inhales a big breath and hums it out before responding. 

“‘M restless.” 

His voice is muffled by Santi’s bulge, twitching now as the hot air from Frankie’s breath engulfs it. 

“Shit, yeah?”

“Mmmhm.”

Frankie hears a book page turn, and then Santi’s hand is back on his head once more. His nails scrape his scalp before his fingers really tangle and twist. 

“Wanna keep it warm for me, papi?” 

Frankie’s prick pulses where it’s trapped between his stomach and the couch. He nods, which only grinds his face against Santi’s package. 

It feels good, the softness of his underwear gently scraping the soft skin of his nose and cheeks. There’s and impossible heat radiating off of him, and Frankie seeks more of it, nuzzling around, rearranging his dick and balls as his face rubs against them. 

Santi hums and tilts his hips, nearly crushing Frankie’s nose as he seeks more friction, but even that sting is good, great. 

“Take it out.”

The nonchalant, commanding tone makes Frankie shiver. He whimpers a little, gives Santi’s package one more good smush before the fingers in his hair tug in warning. 

Frankie gets his fingers around the waistband, and Santi lifts his hips to help. Frankie licks his lips at the sight of his balls resting over the elastic, all warm and loose. 

He nudges Santi’s half-hard cock out of the way to nose at the base and lick the pronounced seam of his sac, to take a deep breath and inhale his intoxicating scent that’s even stronger now. He groans and grinds his own cock into the cushion under him for the smallest amount of relief. 

“Put it in your mouth, Fish.”

And he can’t protest, not with the way he has to swallow all the drool that’s pooled just from rubbing his face all over him. 

He tastes familiar. It settles him more than he’ll ever admit to anyone. The stretch of his jaw, the weight of Santi’s cock on his tongue, the tickle in the back of his throat. The novelty has never worn off, it just eggs him on. 

He starts to bob his head. Santi’s grip on his hair tightens. 

“Stop. Just keep it there.”

And even though he’s still a bossy prick, Santi’s murmur is softer and sweeter and less domineering than normal. 

Even so, Frankie obeys. 

He settles his head back down on his thick, fuzzy thigh and rests there. 

He suckles, still. More reflex than anything else. His tongue lies heavy on Santi’s frenulum as he swallows now and then.

The noisy static in his brain fizzles out as Santi’s dick fully inflates. His jaw stretches slowly in a welcome ache, and the scent of him is so heady and overwhelming as he shuts his eyes, and Santi’s hand in his hair pets and smooths and everything is quiet. 

Santi can’t wait until the next time Frankie’s restless.