#NOT ROMANCE

[inbetweentojiandshiu]

— you’re in a very forced relationship with Dabi after your colleagues with benefits relationship led to you to having a child;

A/N: this is actually a story of mine, my OC has this certain relationship with Dabi, and they have a five year old named Noel, although I made this smau pretty much undefined, so you can see it as a reader without any troubles. ♡ (also, yes, I know I disappeared, my apologies);

Warnings: MDNI, suggestive, NSFW, swearing, no feelings involved, mild tolerance, villain shit, Dabi is rude (as canon as he can be), the reader isn’t interested in him in the slightest and neither he is interested in the reader, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, “Touya” used once, and he does not like it;

!just random texts during life!

pt.2 is here —

Hope you enjoyed <3

Any support is appreciated!

Don’t repost without credits !

[allisfairinloveandwarxoxo]

Make a bestie tierlist too pls

and then put me and Kathy on nr1 pls

Shelby <3

....dear. I could make a 'bestie tierlist' of course, but... You and Katherine? ..you are oblivious as Ares, oh my me.. but alas! Here. 1 - @inthelittlelore and @thatgayflowerboy are, of course, in first. They just have an amazing friendship! Martyn even let Scott vent about me on my own post! Stupid, but how kind! 2 - @askvenussausage and @humblebardofcampempires ! I heard they commited more crimes.. not my kind of bonding experience, but at least they are bonding! 3 - @camphermithater , @boatboynr1 , and @askhermesgrian ! Technically a familial relationship, but I'll say it counts here. 4 - Joel and @boatboynr2 ! They even have matching usernames. Their friendship is so good that people have thought they are dating! 5 - Finally, we have @hatotangoftek and @spoonsandmustaches . Again, technically familial, but a close, adorable friendship nonetheless.

[chitaayakuqing]

I want to write some reader-insert fics, but instead of romance you're a tired traveler on the Greyhound or Amtrak and the character is the weirdo sitting next to you.

[cavedbat]

i have these feelings for my best friend. they’re not romantic feelings but they’re beyond platonic and i don’t understand how to feel about it. i’ve known them for five years now and i’ve found us even planning our future together.

i want to express my feelings to them but i don’t know how to even explain them to myself. i want to be with them forever but not in a romantic way. we already refer to each other as platonic soulmates but i don’t know if they feel the same way i do. i don’t even know if allos feel this emotion the same way someone who’s aro would.

i just wish i could have words to explain how i feel

[gritsandbrits]

Adam: THE FLAMES OF DICKMASTER!

Evan: It's flames of disaster dipshit!

Watch The Ava Show on Heaven+.

[inkblotm]

IF I COULD

Hey babesss

I wrote something 🙄 and its a cute little fic with cute little fanart FROM THE AMAZING ARTIST LOLA BOSCH that I hope you enjoy. And If you happen to suffer from social anxiety or you relate to the shy persona...well this is for you💕

ARTIST IG: @lola_bosch_99

This art was a commission and If you want something like this to your stories, she's the BEST 😌

[thediamondarcher]

people who think Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII's story is some kind of romance reminds me of the people who romanticize Lolita

there's not a spark of romance in either stories, a woman being beheaded after being harassed to marry the men who killed her and a minor being abused by her stepfather... where's the romance?

[fungiac1d]

Turning blood stained water into gold.

About how greed is silent as poison.

Mammon x MC (gender neutral)

TW: Mentions of blood.

You couldn’t say when it started,  maybe it was in one of those days in the subway, sitting silently while looking at yourself in the window, people surrounds you and yet you are awfully alone,

so much people

and so much silence,

it felt asphyxiating.

Still, life is great you wake up in the morning and comb your hair in a manner that is, maybe, a little bit rough  and would make your mother scowl at you.

Then you go for breakfast in the sweet summer morning, your mouth and lips are dry, the insects buzz outside  or maybe they don’t perhaps they are being drown in the dirty air, in the killer noise of a city.

Where you are at doesn’t matter at all,

does it?

Maybe it started while you were dressing yourself,

do you want bigger clothes? Smaller clothes? A different body? Is yours awkward and painful? You look at yourself in the mirror, standing alone in the room, 

a distant voice echoes inside: What do you want? How much do you want?

Scared you look around, confused by the sound. It’s the room? Or is it you?

One day you are walking, you stop at one of these many shops. There is something beautiful in the showcase; your insides squirms with need. 

It’s so nice, so nice, you would reach out for it. You can feel your eyes caressing it but your hands are deep inside your pockets.

23:05.

Tonight you are wondering about it, what did you see? What did you really see? Someone by your side in the subway? Your mother, combing your hair sweetly? Did you hear insects? Or a killer noise, a reminder of all the people around you? Clothes? A better body? Money?

The water of the bath hugs you, you are shivering in the darkness, you really don’t know when it started but now you can’t stop it,

the wanting, the need,

the voice sounds louder,

you are sure now: it’s inside. 

What do you want? How much do you want?

You want to scream,

you want a lot and it’s  tearing you open yet you really couldn't answer if someone asked what you crave from. The voice is hammering it ways out of your body, your mouth is bleeding, have you bitten yourself?

You shiver in the warm water and suddenly you know, he is there behind the bathroom curtain. He has bright eyes and he could turn your blood stained water into gold or maybe he will just rot you from the inside with need.

Your heart churns  and you see light. A silent poison, we  crave for things,  for experiences, we want to grab everything we can with our hands, even if it freezes or burns 

and we call it freedom,  reality is sadder.

“Humans desire is bigger than them,”

you hear him.

“and infinite search for pleasure,

for everything, 

it really  does not matter where you are, does it?”

Under this heaven, there was never an option.

He holds your face, you can feel the warm skin against your flesh.

“What do you want?”

[toxictaicho]

Kurotsuchi doomer dad edition.

being a human antihero, in the real world without any magic

[naoa-ao3]

The Lives We Live Now

Cordelia had had her fair share of nightmares in life. Growing up on a Hellmouth did that to you even if you weren't aware of it.

There was something in the Sunnydale air that just crept in through bedroom windows and slithered in ears and up noses and into open mouths.

Call it radiation from hell or whatever you want.

She had slept only marginally better since arriving in L.A.. She wasn't over top of a Hellmouth any more but life was hardly demon free.

Since teaming up with Angel and the others she had come to find herself in the kinds of situations she had once tried to avoid. The stuff she had once been so sure came only with Buffy Summers and their weird town.

She regretted some of that now. She had not been understanding or incredibly kind but she had been young and she had aged a lot since high school. Seeing your principal eaten by a demon worm had that kind of an effect and so too did losing all of your safety and inheritance.

College had once seemed natural for her.

She'd go and see some parties, snag a hunk and maybe walk away with a doctor or a lawyer for a husband.

Of course none of that had ever happened and a small part of her was glad about it. As hard as it was she liked the life she had now. She was doing something important and for the first time in her life she had come to really care about that.

Whatever she had had to give up. . . it was a world away now as she finished cleaning up around the hotel.

Angel was off patrolling with Gunn and she and Wesley had stayed to work only now at nearly three in the morning even he had put his head down, an ancient tome his pillow.

He'd probably kill himself if he drooled on it and as she cleared some of the mess of research books away she glanced at him.

He looked unhappy in his sleep and she paused for a moment, knowing he kept so very much to himself, knowing that Wesley was not always a happy person.

He shifted, smearing his face on the page slightly and making a noise.

"Oh Wesley. . ." She said, setting the book she had been holding aside and going to him.

To her surprise he was shaking slightly.

She hesitated and put a hand on his back. "Wes? Wake up." She said.

He shifted and fought it but then after a moment finally opened his eyes and she saw something pained and confused in them.

"Cordelia. . ." He whispered, lifting his head which was sticking to the page.

It tore and he froze.

"You looked like you weren't having a great dream." She said as he looked down in dismay.

He smoothed the page over. "I-I didn't mean to-" He seemed distracted and she felt for him.

"It's okay Wes, I think we've all had our fair share of nightmares."

"It wasn't a nightmare." He said rather abruptly, hands still trying to smooth the torn page out.

She watched him piteously and sighed, taking the book from him and getting the tape dispenser. "Whatever you call it." She said.

She had seen him after torture and pain, seen him probably the weakest next to Angel still holding his own. Whatever he dreamed she knew he was stronger than it. Even she was stronger than her dreams.

She always had been the strongest woman she knew.

He was quiet for a moment before straightening his glasses and looking at her. "I didn't. . . I didn't say anything did I?"

"You? No." She said, handing back the taped page. It wasn't perfect but at least he couldn't paw at it and make it any worse.

He nodded, still looking shaky.

"Hey, we see a lot of ugly stuff Wes. Don't beat yourself up."

In the dark he looked almost ashamed but that was Wesley, forever beating himself up over something small. Something he couldn't help.

"Cordelia. . ." He said as if he were about to explain something but his voice stopped in his throat and he just hung his head instead.

"You remember the sludge demon we took down last month? I dreamed about that thing for weeks." She said. "The smell alone."

He looked at her weakly then. "I didn't dream of a demon." He whispered softly, eyes returning to the now taped page of his book. He ran his fingers over her tape-job carefully this time and she didn't really know what to say. Wesley had always tried to keep his problems to himself. This admittance was out of the ordinary.

She nodded, remembering him after Faith had tortured him.

"Sometimes the worst things aren't demons, I guess." She said softly, the room too dark around them.

He nodded, not meeting her eyes. He looked miserable and trapped in himself, he looked like someone lost.

"You should go home, we both should." She said, trying to stay kind despite the world they lived in.

"I don't. . ." He was quiet. "I'm sorry."

She didn't understand and yet doubted very much he was going to open up to her. That wasn't his way. "It's okay Wes. You just had a bad dream."

He nodded yet again and sat in defeat. "Cordelia. . . do you ever go to visit your father?" He asked. He sounded uncharactaristically small and she was thrown by the question.

"No, not really I mean he's the one that lost everything we had and turned us into the public laughing stock in Sunnydale right before my graduation."

He looked at her strangely. "But he is incarcerated here- in Los Angeles?"

She shrugged, not about to feel guilt or at least determined to try not to. "I'll see him eventually. Anyway mom made me go and see him after he first got arrested so it isn't like I haven't been." She felt a little flinty. Even now her mother had a hard time seeing past the vapid, cruel girl she had been and the further she got from that girl the harder it had become to relate to her mother.

He nodded. "I haven't been home since before I came to Sunnydale." He said, voice soft in the darkness.

She frowned. "Hell of a severance package." She said.

He nodded and swallowed. "Some part of me never wants to go back." He looked at her as if he'd just revealed something horrid about himself and was waiting for her judgement.

She didn't have any to give.

"Then don't." She said. "I don't have a reason to go back to Sunnydale."

"I made such a mess of things." He said, shaking his head miserably.

"Wes, you're feeling sorry for yourself. You messed up in Sunnydale but it's not like Buffy or Faith tried to make it easy for you. Even Giles didn't."

He looked at her.

"What? You think I didn't notice? Please Mister, I had my eye on you back then. I saw."

A faint ghost of a smile crossed his lips. "I was rather enamored with you."

"Of course you were." She winked. "But we're not there anymore Wes. We have our own lives here. I don't even know if we're the same people."

"We're the same people." He said softly. "Just little wiser."

"And a lot older." She said, feeling far away.

He nodded again and they were silent.

It was past three in the morning now and Angel would be back in a few hours' time. They needed to be home and in their beds, ready to do the daylight work their boss couldn't.

"Come on, pack up. We'll walk home together."

He nodded and closed the book, torn page and tape disappearing among it's siblings and after a last lingering touch, he put it aside and followed her out.

[l0sercat]

Hi

I saw people were starting to ask for kuzuryu, he's like one of my favorite character im so happy omg

Is it okay to ask for him with a teenage daughter ( platonic ofc) in the borderland ? Headcanons or whatever suits you

Its a bit messy sorry, feel free to ignore, have a great day👋 (i love your blog btw)

Yes it is okay to ask! Not what I usually write for lol. But I'm down to try something new :)

Kuzuryu Keiichi with a teenage daughter

Stressed as hell

He keeps an eye on you 25/7

But not in a creepy way in a 'im trying to keep you safe' way

When anyone tries to hit on you (if they're older) he'll stare them down and threaten them with his power

If the person who flirts with you is around your age he'll keep an eye on the but not scare them off

He wants you to have a social and love life in this nightmare but he wants you safe

When you have your period he gets you whatever you need

Will not be hurt if you ask a female friend for stuff instead of him

He understands completely and will back off and give you space

When you have to go to games he will go with you and protect you

After the Beach

He keeps you even closer

I cannot decide whether he will still kill himself or if he will survive

If he still dies he will ask Chishiya to look after you for him (your outside waiting for him :( )

If he survives everything will be the same and you will leave Borderland together

[itachi86]

i love terry so much i do but tbh his and claudia’s scenes so far haven’t really added anything to the show and i think we need to just skip to the part where they release aaravos already

[gritsandbrits]

Read it here

[chaos-potat]

Going insane

Redesign my tmnt iteration or Make the good ending for the choose your own adventure or Make the next comic to move Childhood Dreams along or Start on the valentines day special comic

[cinnamonpumpkinpresents]

A lil comic that...doesn't quite have a name yet !

Note : Demons are NOT normal in this universe.

[animentality]