#S and L are next 👈

[vivietoria]

My body physically aches for him 🧎‍♀️

Tried out a new rendering style for this, I think it's pretty neat

[wammyhoe]

wammy boys when s/o pulls them for a kiss by the belt 👉👈

Yum, yes, please and thanks!!! Did it more like when you pull them in by their belt, hope that's okay!

Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / suggestive, very soft. I think... / L is the oldest with 32

L: He finds the gesture appealing, and seductive in such an intimate, short gesture that he can't help but feel a ticket in his tummy. L responds as quickly as his mind allows him leaning in, mere inches away from your face. "What are you doing next?"

Mello immediately responds by pulling you close and tugging your hair back to expose your neck. It's all his now, to suck, nibble, bite, and kiss. He loves the tiny breaths it draws from you. You can see his hard cock through the tight leather.

Near: It surprises him, you're usually never this forward, but fuck, he kind of loves it when you are. Feeling this wanted is as new as exhilarating, and Near is there for anything you want to do to him, ready to give in return.

Matt: The glow in his eyes burns as bright as the computer's screen. The craving lingers for a second before he responds, taking your hands in his own. Oh, don't back up now baby, please, he wants you so very bad.

[daisies-daydreams]

Hey, how are you doing?! btw I like your work and If you don't mind can you please write were 141 + könig is defending they're kids while ur scolding at them 👉👈 🥺💞 can you write plz

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: Hello! I'm doing fine and dandy today, thank you! And thank you for your request! Honestly, I can see all of the 141 and König being such good papa's. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

D/N = Daughter's Name, S/N = Son's Name

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“What were you thinking?” you scowled. Simon stood next to you as he shifted his attention back and forth between you and your daughter. (D/N) pouted as she stared at her feet. The walls of your hallway were covered in crayon markings, from unicorns to dinosaurs. You had just put a fresh coat of paint on them a few days ago, too.

“I-I’m sorry,” she sniffled. Your brows furrowed as your face turned beet red.

“Still, you shouldn’t have drawn all over the walls. Mommy worked hard to make it look better and you just messed it up,” you spat. Your daughter suddenly burst into tears. You blinked, regretting instantly flooding your chest. Simon knelt down on one knee just as you opened your mouth.

“(D/N), why did you color on the walls, baby?” he asked while staying at eye level with your little one. She rubbed her eyes and sniffed.

“I-I wanted to make it look pretty l-like Mommy was doing,” she hiccupped as she pointed at the messy mural on the wall. Simon turned to you, raising a brow. You sighed as you dropped to your knees as well. Your husband patted your back, then squeezed your shoulder with one of his rough hands.

“See? She didn’t mean any harm, love,” he said. (D/N) nodded, tears and snot streaking down her face as she gasped in between her sobs.

“I’m sorry I got mad, (D/N). Will you please forgive Mommy?” you asked. She nodded before she came up to hug both of you.

The three of you spent the evening cleaning up the drawings, though you made sure to spend some time coloring with her on actual paper afterwards.

König

Your son’s shoulders were slumped as he held his hands behind his back. You thrummed your fingers against your forearms and you crossed your arms. Shattered glass lay on the hardwood floor, a gaping hole in your living room window. A baseball rested near the opposite wall.

“I-It was an accident,” he stammered. Your nostrils flared as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“You need to be more careful, (S/N). What if that ball hit someone?!” you scoffed. The boy’s eyes were misty as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Your husband suddenly stepped through the back door, a baseball mitt in his hand. He clapped a hand over your son’s shoulder.

“Please, don’t be upset with him, Maus. I was the one who missed catching the ball,” he claimed. Your eyes shifted back and forth between your two boys. You sighed and shook your head, your facial features relaxing.

“Alright-but you’re going to have to clean up your mess while I call about replacing the window,” you said. König nodded. Your son looked up at his father before running to grab the broom and dustpan from the linen closet. You tilted your head as (S/N) gazed up at you.

“It was our game-so we should both clean it up,” your boy said with a firm nod. You and König exchanged small smiles as he grabbed your husband’s free hand and bounded off to clean up.

John Price

Your jaw felt sore from how long you had it dropped. Your son giggled as he did a little dance in place, his entire body covered head to toe in peanut butter.

The same peanut butter you just bought from the store.

Your jaw clicked as you looked at the empty tub at his feet. You took a deep breath.

“(S/N)…What. Did. You. Do?” you asked through gritted teeth. His smile faltered at your sour tone.

“I gave myself a peanut butter bath!” he beamed. “Now you don’t have to clean me up later, Momma!” he giggled as he raised his arms. Your entire body radiated with frustration.

“No, now I have to give you a longer bath because you got yourself all dirty!” your voice suddenly raised several decibels. (S/N) winced.

“What’s all this, then?” your husband, John, asked from behind you. You whipped your head around, tongue twisted too much to even explain what happened. Your son bounced up and down when he saw his father.

“Look, Papa! I gave myself a bath!” the boy giggled. John blinked before bursting into laughter, tears of amusement pricking at the corners of his eyes as he grabbed his stomach. Your anger quickly dissipated as you reflected your husband’s expression, letting out a small chuckle of your own. John wiped at his eye as he stepped forward, scanning your son up and down.

“Your a cheeky lad, you know that?” he mused. Your son laughed as John picked him up and spun him around, not minding the substance that clung to his clean clothes. His sea-green eyes lingered over to you.

“He didn’t mean anything wrong by it, hun,” he shrugged. Your son nodded before licking at the corners of his peanut-butter covered mouth. You laughed.

“You’re right-I’m sorry, (S/N),” you apologized as you came up and kissed his temple. He giggled and swatted at you playfully.

“Momma! That tickles!” he squealed. John chuckled as your son hid his face in his father's shoulder. “C’mon, (S/N)-let’s give you a proper bath,” John said.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“FUCK!” your daughter’s small voice screamed. Your eyes widened as you snapped your head up. She still wore a cheeky grin as she spilled a few more grapes on the floor before repeatedly shouting the explicative at the top of her lungs. Your brows furrowed.

“(D/N)! No ma’am!” you frowned as you shook a finger at her. The young girl’s smile fell as you proceeded to chew her out. “We don’t use those bad words!” you barked. Her bottom lip trembled as she hid herself under the table.

“It’s not her fault,” your husband said from the adjacent hallway. You turned to him as he walked towards the table. He knocked on the surface a few times. Your daughter replied after a few seconds of silence with her own rhythmic knocks. Johnny smiled as he crouched down and guided her back to her seat. He kissed the top of her head before looking at you. You raised a brow, expecting an explanation.

“(D/N) may or may not’ve heard a certain word from a certain someone…that someone being her daddy,” his cheeks turned slightly red as he rubbed the back of his neck. You frowned.

“You son of a-”

“Careful. Don’t want her learnin’ any more words,” Johnny said with a raised brow and a smirk. You instantly closed your mouth. Your daughter stared at you sweetly, her head slightly tilted.

“Right,” you muttered. You turned back to your daughter. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, (D/N). You’re not a bad girl-we just can’t say bad words like that because it can hurt other people’s feelings. Okay?” you said. She nodded, her face lighting up slightly.

“Okay, Mommy,” (D/N) smiled. She paused for a moment as she hummed to herself, deep in thought. “Can I say ‘ass’?” she asked innocently. Johnny hid a smirk behind his hand as he stifled a laugh.

You're going to kill him.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

(S/N) swung his feet as you strapped him into the booster seat. Your husband cocked his head as you slammed your door shut, your nostrils flaring.

“Everything alright, love?” he asked. You raked your hands over your face as you glared back at your son. He bobbed his head along to the sound of the song playing on the car radio.

All of you were on a family day out when you remembered you had to grab a few things from the store. Your son wanted to come into the store while Kyle had to take a sudden phone call from Price. Your son pointed at the cashier and asked “Momma-why is that lady so fat?”. You couldn’t erase the shocked look on the woman’s face even if you could try.

You apologized profusely as you took your receipt and quickly hurried out of the store, your son complaining that you were holding his hand too tightly. You frowned as you stared at the young boy.

“Nothing. Let’s just go,” you waved as you rubbed your temples. You didn’t have the capacity to have a talk with your son at the moment. You’ll wait until you get home. Kyle shrugged as he put the car in reverse. The ride back home was rather quiet, minus the songs playing and your son singing along. Your husband pulled up to a stoplight, slipping his hand into yours.

“Why was that lady so fat?” your son asked. You slapped your other hand on your leg as you spun your head around.

“(S/N), we don’t say things like that, ever!” you shouted. Your son shrunk in his booster seat, his lips curving into a frown. “That is very, very rude! How would you feel if someone said something like that to you?” you demanded. Your son sniffed as he wrung his hands together.

“Love, please,” Kyle said. Your face was completely red as you looked back at him. “He’s only four-he doesn’t know any better,” he said calmly.

“I-I was just trying to be honest like you told me, Mommy,” (S/N) pouted. You unclench your jaw as you look into your son’s misty, chocolate-brown eyes. You exhaled through your nose as your shoulders lowered.

“It’s good to be honest, son. But we can’t say certain things because it might upset people. We need to be careful with our words,” you explained. Your son tilted his head as he resonated with your words.

“Okay, Mommy!” he said before going back to dancing to the music on the car radio. Your husband smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently as he moved the car forward.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[katsuma6]

hello! may i request the NSFW alphabet for Zora Ideale please? 🥺👉👈

Zora Ideale NSFW Alphabet | Minors please DNI

Oh how I love Zora.❤

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Zora is incredible with aftercare. He would clean you up, run you a warm bath, get you some water. He's also a big cuddler. (Don't tell anyone.)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Zora himself isn't necessarily a super confident guy. His cocky personality hides it. But you, he loves everything. Big thigh guy tho.. always has a hand on them or occasionally giving them a squeeze.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He would 100% make a mess. Cumming all over your body.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Zora is addicted to the way you smell.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Zora isn't super experienced. He's the kind of guy that only sleeps with someone he truly cares for and trusts. But he definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Loves seeing all the pretty faces you make.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Zora knows when it's okay to be goofy or crack a joke. But when it all comes down to it, he's respectful and concentrated on the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very clean and maintained. Nothing crazy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Zora is always very concentrated on the task at hand. You hear things like, "that's my pretty girl." "Do that again." "You sound so cute." "I love when you do that."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Zora doesn't do it often but, if you're on a mission and it's going to be a while when he's desperate... he'll do it. He'll use a picture of you or just think of you around him instead of his hand.

Anything with your scent on it helps too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

LOVES biting.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the bed. It's more comfortable and he has more space to play with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing makes him go crazy. He's quite literally a prankster. He would wear a shirt that says "don't bully me I'll cum"

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Whatever his partner won't do, he won't.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Zora is a pleasure Dom. He will eat you like a starving man. He'll try and make you cum as many times as he can. But, if you want to give him some, he'll gladly let you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll start off slow and sensual but gradually pick up the pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He would definitely be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Oh he will definitely experiment. He's willing to take a risk if it's for your pleasure.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Zora could go a few rounds. He doesn't tire easily. He always makes sure you're taken care of first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He would be the time to control a vibrator in public.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lovvvves to tease.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Zora is bashful at first but, after a bit of time you can pull some quiet groans from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Zora is a great lover. Once he trusts you, you can count of him for anything. He will love you unconditionally.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Zora is very lean. Fit for sure. He has muscles but not in a beefy way.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Zora is not an insanely horny guy. He's not constantly looking for the next fuck. Once he's with you and you're in the right moment, game on.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Typically he will hold you until he knows you're sound asleep. Once you're out, he'll fall asleep too.

[fabled-lady-twilla]

Hi, I'm Twilla and I'm currently in the process of writing a ShigaDeku Dystopia/Soulmate AU fic that no one, and I mean literally NO ONE, asked for! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why do I always join fandoms late and why do I always somehow end up loving/shipping the rarepairs in fandoms that barely anyone likes or wants to read about lmao? 🥺👉👈

I just finished reading the latest manga chapter, watched all six seasons, and binged all three movies. I am absolutely BURSTING with ideas of where I want this story to go. I want to at least post the first chapter by the time ShigaDeku Week 2024 is here next month. :)

In my fic timeline, the MHA canon story line doesn't happen until Class 1-A's third year, and since my story is set six years after their graduation, most of the main characters are in their mid to late twenties. My story starts after the Quirk Affliction, a strange illness that begins killing off Quirk-users all around to world, resulting in a massive a death toll that causes civilized society to collapse.

Anyways, here's the general synopsis:

The Final War was over before it had even begun. With the onset of the Quirk Affliction, a mysterious illness that disproportionately targeted the Quirks of heroes over the Quirks of villains, the world was left defenseless as it plunged into a new era of chaos and devastation.

It’s been six years since the onset of the Affliction and the death of All Might. Six years since the world’s heroes, and the society they desperately fought to protect, have crumbled into dust in Shigaraki Tomura’s hands.

From the ashes of this destruction, Japan’s new regime was born. The country was split into three territories, each with its own Grand Commander, united in nothing save for one singular rule: life for those who submit, and death for those who do not.

As Grand Commander of the largest and most plentiful of Japan’s territories, Shigaraki has lived the last six years reaping the fruits of his labors and taking pride in helping his Sensei accomplish his dream. But as of late, Tomura has been having strange dreams of his own: hazy memories of an abandoned park, of blooming wisteria trees, of laughter and freckles and forest green eyes.

Midoriya Izuku, now Quirkless due to the Affliction, has not stopped his pursuit of helping others, despite the world — and everything in it — turning itself upside down. Izuku dreams of a brighter future, and strangely enough, dreams of his long-lost childhood friend, Shimura Tenko.

The same Tenko that Izuku had unknowingly befriended as a young boy. The same Tenko who’d stopped him from jumping off the rooftop all those years ago. The same Tenko that, Izuku realized with horror, was now the monster known as Shigaraki Tomura.

Unfortunately, Izuku learns all too late that having a Soulbond with the King of Villains comes with a heavy cost. Shigaraki seems hell-bent on keeping Izuku as close to him as possible, believing Izuku to be his Soulmate, and thus, Shigaraki’s only true weakness, stirring up an ill-fated romance that neither has prepared themselves for.

As a new calamity encroaches upon them in the form of a mad man attempting to become a god, the heroes and villains must find a way to work together and solve the mystery of the Affliction before it destroys the world and everything they hold dear.

✨ P l e a s e ✨ let me know if you're interested in hearing about this by either, liking, reblogging, or sending me a PM. I'm working really hard to get the first chapter of this out by ShigaDeku Week 2024 in May!

Thank you so much for reading. 💚💚💚

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

ii s3 liveblog

I'm a bit sad rn so sorry if my reactions are bad this time

1 - I'm not supposed to relate to Balloon am I. y'know. the guy that did something bad in the recent past and now everyone hates them even though they're trying to change.. sigh. wHAT? h. how is he here?? HOW IS SHE HERE??? ...does MePhone look different from how he was in the first half of s2? it's been a bit since I watched that but I swear there's something different about him. oh, new intrthe island is alive. warp pipe.

2 - yup sure :) 👍 right okay BOW is glitching now. something to do with chairs and maybe she lost her memories? she was obsessed with chairs before she died, so..oh fuck I'm taking as many notes as Cabby huh

3 - oh I thought I had something to say about this one. sorry

4 - if the floor gets eliminated, how will that work? .yo WHAT is going on with candleMUMBO JUMBO CATCHPHRASE ... I. I don't think that's what polishing a screen does.?

5 - what if Box wins lol ..oh. wait there was no formal elimination, I guess that got replaced with Box being pulled this episode

6 - them ,,,,,they,both of them,, the cool(s) -> ☯

7 - well call me a camera because [screenshots the auras file]. . . . . . . . . . a. ..nobody knows about this joke yet but if I had a- uh. nickel. for every time a series I know about had a character named Bow with trigger words, I would have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice what is going on with Bow and chairs. HEY MARSHMALLOW TOO?? yes I will keep doing this strikethrough bit

8 - oh fuck I just realized. "iii" as in Inanimate Insanity Invitational but also as in 3 (roman numeral) because it's season 3. also just based on the title I have a bad feeling about this episode (<-half-right??) wait WHAT. MePhone what the fuck does that rnean. whhaaAAAA- oh. agdjhk s ghdclod damn it the commercial is pLOT RELEVANT. hhhhey quick question. how uh. how do we know that everyone's back in the right body..? like. there were some characters who weren't onscreen after they all died again. uhh

9 - th. this episode is probably not like. actually worse than the other ones or anything. but, with the bias I had already formed because I distrust people with the name of the one this episode is a collab with, some stress I was already feeling today before even starting this liveblog, something Balloon said at around 9:14, said pre-liveblog stress making me associate the whole "animation machine" thing (which is seen as bad) with something I like but everyone else hates, I personally have nothing good to say about it.

10 - why is Cabby gold. oh it's whoever has the Immunity Cookie. wait did Cabby forget about TBD because her file was burned??

11 - bat? pokemon. the game you're thinking of is pokemon. wait did he say backstab HOW DOES HE KNOW CANDLE SAW BETRAYAL?? ..yeah I was wondering how that would work

12 - I knew it. I knew Cabby would forget stuff that isn't in a file! urghhh can they Please vote out silver spoon already. he's not gonna WIN, right?? sorry. but I don't like him.

13 - oh the intro reflected Bot's change in appearance. neat! nononoononoNONOONNO GAUhokay. listen I know it's probably not going to happen but I really want YinYang to win. and holy shit that "for the rest of your life" was foreshadowing.

14 - okay off to a start that makes me want to punch something. okay. okay. it's not a real ad. good. HUH HE GLITCHED holy shit, damn uzumaki lookin rooms what is this /positive(?) ☯ 👈 GRIAN INSTINCT (which. to be fair, mood). p u r p l e . PURPLE ACKNOWLEDGED. WHAT WAS THAT! ohhh what the hell. you fuck off this INSTANT you silver shitface. ohh I hate him. I hate him more than I hate Cobs. ..does Cabby not have parents? SPLRINGY IS FAKE. SPRINGY IS A ROBOT OR SOMETHING MADE BY COBS I'M CALLING IT NOW. please please please kill the spoon kill the spoon plEASE- ARRGHHH

15 - seeing as the next episode has Blueberry in the thumbnail and is called The Great Bluish Bake Off, I have a slight prediction on who will win the rejoin. wait what. yeah I'm gonna be honest I don't think it was murder. NO NONONOONO DON'T NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAUGHHH,,,,,

16 - why....why am I finding Nickel so relatable. w h a t . now I've never had oatmeal raisin cookies, but I don't think they're the Number One Cause of global warming. I know it's a cartoon and awHAT THE HELL HE JUST DIED

(between 16 and 17) m. MePhone knows. MePhone knows what's going to happen when the season ends, doesn't he? that's why he doesn't want it to. that's why he's desperate. but the question remains, what does he know that the viewers don't?

17 - wait this episode is from 10 months ago. is- is the series not over? damn it! I prefer to binge watch stuff so I don't forget while waiting for new episodes. oh don't even fucking go there. 14:01 FUCK OFF.

(between 17 and 18) y'know I was trying to watch this to ESCAPE all the drama and discourse everyone hates me for. this just feels personal at this point. but hey, who cares about me, right? onto the next damn episode!

18 - there's another 4 under that 4. are they all 4s. ohhh noooo, what an inteeense moooooment. wow it's really fucking difficult to care right now.

19 - again final episode so I'll break this into sections. kinda

..,.Cabby..I think I understand a bit more about my own..situation because of Cabby. wait wait. "built" to? BUILT to?? HMMMMMM 4S is still here?? what ??? ? well at least the one that YinYang wanted to win won..!

and that's season 3 huh.

well. that was kinda filler? tbh?

and the message in episode 17 sucked- ..eh. hold on. I'm getting too angry over some discourse. I need a break from typing this.

okay after like half an hour I realized something. they were trying to win an award. I like AI art, but I don't think it should ever win any awards in competition with human art. the two are fundamentally different. I don't think there should be any competitions that have both, especially high prestige ones. that line at 14:0whatever was too far though.

my opinion is that human art and AI art are both art. but they're VERY different forms of art, and should probably be kept that way.

overall I liked the season. sure, YinYang didn't win and episodes 9 and 17 are...like that. but it's not that bad tbh.

probably gonna watch the rest of s2 tomorrow, but for now I just want to play minecraft.

[annymation]

Could you write an agnst scene inspired by this sketch please 👉👈?(no pressure of course)

ALED YOU’RE SO EVIL!!!

I’ve taught you well >:3

And yes I will GLADLY write something extra angsty for this! Hope I can make the illustration justice!

TW: Blood, character death.

It was cold.

The atmosphere was chilling in the deep dark woods of Rosas, but it wasn't the common weather of the night, there was something different. It was quiet, ominous, even the animals could feel something was coming, and perhaps that's because of the wishing star currently hiding from the evil sorcerer king.

So far, all Aster's attempts of stealing the magic staff failed miserably, at this point, the star boy is getting quite frustrated, and so was the king.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting quite fed up by this game of tag, little one" Magnifico sensed Aster's presence nearby, he didn't even raise his voice, knowing the star could hear him. The king chuckled darkly as he walked through the woods "So how about you just come out and fight me like a man?"

Aster was hanging on a tree, far away from the king's line of sight. They smiled, for that comment just gave the star an idea on how to get under the king's nerves some more.

"I'm not a man though" Aster chimed in from the tree tops, his voice echoing all around.

The king didn't know where the voice was coming from as it seemed to come from all sides, but he could tell by the overconfidence in the star's tone that they were trying to throw him off his focus

"Well, yeah I know Bu-"

"I'm a star" Aster interrupted with a child like playfulness in his voice

"... Sure- But that's not my po-"

"This whole gender thing humans have going on is so weird honestly"

Magnifico could practically hear Aster's smirk, which peeved the evil king even more

"Listen here boy-"

"Not a boy heh eheheh" Aster giggled

"SHUT UP! UGH YOU ROTTEN BRAT!" The king was on his last nerve, much to Aster's delight

(Fun fact, this is a deleted scene I wanted to include in KOW to emphasize Aster is nonbinary (He/They). But the scene didn't fit, so I'm glad I can recycle it here)

Aster smiles victorious, but the king's next statement caught him off guard "You think you can beat me by vexing?! HA! This is not a battle of wits, lad! It’s a battle of strength, something you clearly lack!”

Lack strength? Why? Because he can’t hurt others? That’s not a weakness, Aster knows that, to inflict pain on others doesn’t make you strong, it just makes you cruel. Aster knows very well that strength comes from many places, and he’d NEVER be “strong” the way Magnifico is.

“I’ve got plenty of strength, actually” Aster claimed wisely “I’m strong in the ways that matter. Strong to care, to keep trying, and to trust my friends even if all odds are against us…” a smile grows as Aster thinks of yet another remark to throw at the king “Also, you’re one to talk hehheh without that magic staff you’d be as strong as any average nobody”

Oh, Magnifico was officially pissed off. He wanted to wipe that smile off the star’s face in any way possible… And Aster’s comment about “friends” just gave him an idea

“Oh yeees, your friends, of course… All 7 of them huh?” The king had an wicked smile as he casually brought up the 7 teens

“Yup! All sev-“ Aster stops himself onde realization hit him like a truck… “W-wait… How did yo-“

“If I were you, I’d be more careful with who I place my trust” Magnifico’s eyes scanned the trees above, trying to spot any glimpse of yellow light that could be Aster hiding. His wicked smile only grew as he noted the star’s silence, that was exactly the reaction he wanted “For example, trusting that the son of my most loyal knight wouldn’t spill your plans? Tsk tsk tsk not very strategic~”

“… Simon?” Aster muttered in a shaky whisper

The king and queen knew their plan?… So that means-

“Asha!”

Aster quickly jumped from the tree branch he was hiding, revealing his location to the king. But Magnifico had no time to capture the star, no, in the blink of an eye Aster was already flying towards the castle, leaving the sorcerer all alone in the dark woods

“……….. *sigh* Cursed be my monologuing mouth” Magnifico sighs in frustration as he began flying with his magic, back to the castle he calls home.

Aster flew faster than the wind itself, the usual optimistic star had his head filled with worst case scenarios of what Asha and the others could be going through. What if Magnifico set up a trap? Or what if the guards caught them?? Or even worse, what if the QUEEN caught them???

No no no. Aster can't think like that, Asha has a magic pencil and her sketchbook after all, she can handle herself without him just fine... Right?

Aster reached the top of the tower, and upon entering though the window, he was met with a shocking sight

Asha and Queen Amable were dueling with swords, Asha using a hand drawn one, while Amaya used one made of metal, that was strikingly sharp.

Aster instinctively called out to her

"ASHA!"

Aster doesn't know why they just did that.

Neither of the two women had noticed his presence before that scream.

Aster could've disarmed Amaya.

Aster could've just moved Asha out of the way.

There were so many things the star could've done...

But he chose to scream.

Making Asha lose her focus.

She took her eyes out of Amaya for one second, turning to the source of her lover's voice.

One second was all Amaya needed.

S L A S H

Asha didn't even have time to speak a word...

The piercing blade cut right through her heart.

The star did not move.

It was like time itself had stopped for him, and deep down, Aster wished it'd stay frozen. They didn't want this nightmare to keep going.

But it kept going, once the queen swiftly pulled the sword out of the girl, her wide smile was reminiscent of a crescent moon.

Once the sword left her body, Asha fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

Aster finally felt movement return to their limbs, as he caught her in his arms just before she hit the floor. His protective embrace was so firm it was like he was trying to keep her from falling apart... She didn't hug him back.

"A-... As-ter" She croaked in agony, barely able to breathe and let alone speak, as she felt her body grow weaker and her mind become hazy.

"I'M HERE! I-IT'S OKAY! Yo-you're okay!" The star's panicked screams made Asha flinch, with everything sounding even louder in her head. Aster realized that, and with an wavering voice they try to comfort her "I'm sorry... I- I'm here with you now, just keep breathing-"

Aster's soothing words were muffled by the queen's sickening cackle, followed by an heartless rebuttal of the star's whispers

"Oh something tells me she won't "keep breathing" for much longer, dearie" there was no sign of pity or remorse behind those eyes, just sadistic mirth as she watched the girl's violet dress slowly turn crimson.

If only looks could kill. Aster tear filled eyes glared at Amaya like he wanted her to catch on fire, much like the burning flames that was set ablaze on his forever moving hair.

But even with all that rage, the star tried to ignore the older woman. Asha needed him now. They turned to look at her face and-

...

Her eyes no longer had that spark Aster fell in love with...

There was no glimmer of light...

No sign of life at all...

She was gone.

...

Aster just kept staring at Asha's vacant expression, his eyes wide and pupils shrunken. The star held onto her lifeless body carefully, shaky hands still caressing her hair as if she could still feel it.

Amaya just walked away from the two of them, a victorious smile plastered on her face, as she admired her own reflection on the now blood stained blade in her hands. She sat on a comfortable velvety chair in the study, to wait for her king's return.

She was not at all afraid of the literal star in the room, after all, her husband assured her they were harmless, a being literally incapable of hurting or killing anyone. So she was eager to just sit and cruelly watch and make fun of the boy's misery.

Aster was oh so aware that he couldn't hurt her... But he wanted to.

The young star could already hear the stars above, calling for him. They were watching through the open window, urging him to just leave, go back to the sky, accept he failed to save Asha but he can at least save Rosas by not letting the king capture him... But Aster didn't want to run.

He recalled an old song he heard once, a song that old stars sang when they were on their last dying breaths. The other stars always said he should never repeat that song in his young age, otherwise he'd be a danger to those around... But that's exactly what Aster wanted to be right now.

And so... Aster began to sing it.

(........... In case you don't know what this song is about, hi, welcome to the madness that is my rewrite, and HERE is a blog about some AUs I made. Go read it and skip straight to the "Aster turns himself into a blackhole" part to learn what this is all about, cause' I'll actually skip the whole Aster morphing into a blackhole bit, sorry, but basically same thing that happened in that AU blog happens here: He sings, slowly goes crazy and creepy, Amaya has her soul sucked out of her yaaaay let's move on)

Magnifico was pretty much sprinting on air as he used his magic to make himself levitate to the castle, it was a shame that his magic limited him to only fly as fast as he could run.

"*huff* *puff* Ough I'm too old for this" The king was panting as he reached the tower's window, his head lowered as he attempted to catch his breath, but he still chimed in to cheerfully call his wife "Darling I'm home~ heheh I trust you've given our little star a warm wel-"

The king shuts up with a gasp stuck on his throat. For once, he was speechless.

Asha's body was laying on the ground, that was to be expected, it's by far the least shocking thing in the room for him.

What truly made his world shatter was witnessing his queen laying lifeless on the floor, it was clear she was not breathing. The pain in his blue sky eyes ran so deep one could even feel sorry for him, but there was no one in the room to care about his tears...

For the only living thing in the room had no mercy left to give.

"So, your highness" the former star uttered the tittle with sarcasm, as he walked around Amaya's corpse, his pitch-black eyes stared at her almost as if they were admiring their own work. And he kept not making eye contact with the king as he asked "Is this strong enough for ya?"

It was cold.

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Very proud of how this one turned out, thank you @uva124 for the inspiration!

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[toiletpudding]

Aight 👏

So I'm currently not in my evil lair I am at my buddy's, which wouldn't be an issue or affect the weekly update(s) of the GOES series if I didn't forget my stylus. 👀 👉👈

SO, either what I can do is draw the next part in my sketchbook, and spoilers I guess but it isn't a super huge/important moment, if it was I would just take the L and wait until next week when I have my stylus.

But since it isn't I thought I'd let y'all get a say instead.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hello ✨ I was wondering 👉👈 if you’re still doing the celebration fics 🫣 may I please request Crosshair with “In a week” by hozier

Thank you 💕💕💕

Hello Anon!

Thank you for this amazing request: In a week by Hozier

It was ... wow. This one was a rough one. It lead to only one way. Angsty.

I hope you like my interpretation of it.

Love oo

In A Week

Warnings: Angst, fluff (if you squint), kiss, freezing, cold, different AU to the Mayday episode, implied demise. I think that's if. If I miss anything please let me know.

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It started with arguing, that’s how it always started between the two of you. 

After a few months of intense distrust and annoyance, it shifted into respect for each other’s work. 

Still arguing, but with respect coated throughout.

Then you were assigned together on a mission, and it didn’t necessarily hurt your working relationship, but it didn’t necessarily help either. There was less arguing, but that was about it. 

When the Empire took over, things became more intense on Kamino and in the galaxy at large, but things between the two of you seemed to smooth out weirdly enough. However, you were being permanently assigned to Crosshair’s team now. Which was weird to an extent, but oddly comforting to another. 

That’s always been your relationship with Crosshair, on the one hand things were always tense and a moment away from exploding, on the other, you both highly respected each other and were ready to jump to each other’s defence if anyone even dared to disrespect either of you. 

So the fact, you were curled into Crosshair’s side as the snow came pelting down on the two of you, was somewhat ironic, as you shivered in each other’s arms. 

“M-maybe w-w-we s-should’ve l-let M-mayday search I-instead.”

Crosshair huffed, “A reg? Please.”

“H-he’s n-not t-that b-bad.”

“Hmph, of course y-you’d say t-that.”

“Y-you’re n-not t-that b-b-bad, e-e-either.”

Crosshair looked at you, “Really?”

You nodded as your eyes drifted close.

He shook you away, “Hey, c-come o-on. You n-n-need to s-stay awake.”

“I-it’s c-cold. I-i-i j-just n-n-need a n-nap.”

He squeezed you tighter in his arms, “Quitter”

“W-what?”

“You. Are. A. Quitter.”

“Am not!”

“Are too. You’d rather take the easy way out t-t-t-t-then try and find a way o-out t-together.”

“T-that’s n-not true.”

“No? W-what about u-us?”

You froze and looked at him as he shook in the cold, his armour doing little to keep him warm, “W-w-what a-are y-you t-talking about?”

He looked into your eyes, his shaking hand trailing along your jaw, “Y-you k-know.”

“N-no. I-i-i n-need to h-hear I-it.”

“I l-l-ove y-you”

You curled into him, as you gently kissed him with shaky lips, but his lips were just as cold as yours, “S-sh-should’ve d-d-done t-this s-s-sooner.”

“W-w-we can try n-next t-time.”

“M-m-mayday w-w-will  f-find u-us.”

Crosshair held you close, agreeing that you’d be found. It may be a week later, but you’d be found eventually. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he held you close, keeping you as warm as possible for as long as possible. 

The temperature was dropping too quickly. The best Crosshair could hope for, was that neither of you felt it when it happened. He watched as your eyes closed, his followed shortly after.

“I …” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I l-l-l-ove y-you, t-too.”

“Shhh, s-s-sleep. T-t-t-they’ll b-b-be h-h-here s-s-soon.”

You held him close, as you let a tear slide down your cheek, you knew he was lying, but it didn’t matter. Because at this moment, in the moment that actually mattered, you were in his arms and that was the best place to be.

Crosshair closed his eyes, he had you in his arms, and for all the pain and suffering he went through, at least in these final moments. You were there with him. 

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[thehistoriangirl]

The Tides Have Veiled [First Interlude]

What's this? Another update? So quickly? Well, this is a peculiar one. Bear with me 👉👈 it'll make sense soon enough.

Viktor x Fem!Reader------Gothic AU/Spooky Sea AU-----1.8K----SFW

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Synopsis: Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say.

Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts.

Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Chapter Summary: At the beginning, there was the keeper that built the beacon...

Tags: Strangers to Lovers| Slow Burn| Tragic Love| Dark Magic| Curses| Reincarnation| Sea Monsters & Mermaids| Dual Timelines

Taglist: @local-mr-frog @lunar-monster @bittercyder

This house forgets too quickly to your liking.

Green wallpaper changed into a boring white one, golden portraits of a broken family burned down in a makeshift fire outside the entrance, there where the smoke could fill your eyes with tears.

The clothes your mother used to wear, loose skirts and puffy sleeves to avoid much friction against her sensible skin burned all the same. Acrid smoke replaced the salty, yet sweet cadence of her essence.

Part of you hoped the same would occur to you, as you’re the last thing of your mother that is left. Even if it’s an amorph, broken shadow, one that would have probably horrified her.

Not belonging there, but neither here.  

A voice calls you from the relucent kitchen, pulling you out of the whirlpool of thoughts you'd been growing used to having ever since she came. Ever since she came and your mother left.

You don't feel your numb fingers from knitting all evening, but you have no choice, as there won’t be any trip to the city to buy clothes this year. Autumn is approaching, the days getting shorter as the wind picks up speed, wishing to take parts of the pitched roof as a souvenir to the end of the world.

Lady Luna Stell appears in your vision, and you can see her long fingers getting bruised and dried with the new chores of housekeeping. She hands you a rusty plater with lemon juice on a pitcher and a single, empty glass.

“Go to the lighthouse and give this to the keeper,” she says, cleaning herself into her stained apron. You stay there, frozen, a lump of fear settled in your stomach.

I can’t go, it’ll call me.

It always does.

The incessant, ruthless sway of the waves crashing against the rocks, echoed in the abyss of the cliff. They call you, and it breaks your heart to ignore them.

“What are you waiting for?” Luna says the disgust dripping from her voice makes you jump on your place, the lemon juice almost flowing over the pitcher’s rim. She scowls down at you. “I swear you’re a useless girl. At least you’re pretty enough to fool a man. You must consider yourself lucky.”

Luna knows the reason behind the strange aura surrounding you like a heavy cloak; the way the midwives first cooed happily at you while a baby, now growing with eeriness and a sense of doubt as you turn into an adult.

You look too much like her—like the madwoman who jumped off the cliff.

You turn away from her scrutiny, leaving behind the house that smells like overcooked meat and salty soup that nobody could eat at lunchtime. Perhaps another reason why Luna seems to be so on edge.

Or maybe the reason lies behind another destroyed fishing boat. All left behind with catch rotting in the sun and nobody on board. The words of your father, and you can only trust them, for you are forbidden to go near the sea.

The sky is clear today, a friendly breeze moving your hair against your face, the echo of your worn-out shoes against the rock, still uneven in the steps, still rough without the caress of feet going up and down, morphing it against its natural state to become it human-made.

You look up at the elongated shadow the lighthouse’s tower cast on it, like a giant that momentarily can hide the sun beneath white cement rock, so vibrant against the bright sunlight that its form is glued to behind your eyelids when you blink away.

The gate is open, the odor of oil painting stuck in your nostrils as you slip inside, looking at the tender garden starting to grow in crooked sprouts someone must attach little sticks to the stems to make them grow upward.

Not someone, but the keeper.

A black mouth welcomes you against the green and white of the gate, and you peek through it, looking neatly inside the lighthouse's ground floor.

Newly wallpaper in blue with wildflowers printed on it covering every wall—the same wallpaper your house used to be before becoming white and geometric; the old furniture all moved here. The squeaky chair you used to read fairytales in, the mattress your mother used to tuck all the way against the window to let the marine breeze in, even in winter.

In this space, everything is as it was used to; time stopping in the round walls of the tower, stopping it from slipping through the door as the only way from here is upward.

“Hello?” you say, your voice climbing the stairs before you are resolute to do it. Polished stairs made of red cedar support each of your feet without noisy complaints; the rail is thick enough to let your mind dare to see down once you're midway toward the beacon’s room.

“Hi?” you ask again, not without feeling stupid now that you are up here. A layer of sweat covering your face, sticky lemon juice falling all over the pitcher.

You’re almost expecting another earful from the keeper once he got to take the messy tray when you hear a grunt, the sound of a metallic object slipping, ricocheting over the wood to lay at your feet.

A golden gear the size of a lemon.

You observe the way it makes the sunlight reflect on the smooth surface, before rising your view to see where you could let the tray and pick up the gear.

The lighthouse keeper, however, is faster.

He stands up from his seated position against the beacon’s power wiring, and now it’s his time for the sun to frame him.

Honey-like eyes widen in surprise to see you standing there, some stains of oil against his pale skin that go down his arms that the rolled-up sleeves cannot cover. It could be the orangey hues of the upcoming dusk, but you can almost see his hair becoming aflame with the light pooling from the wide windows of this room that seems to be suspended in the air.

“Um, hi,” you hear yourself saying, cringing at the sound of your shaky voice resonating around the still space. “Hello. My moth… Mrs. Stell told me to bring you this,” you say, rising the plater slightly. “Where can I put it?”

There are no tables in the room.

From next to him, he retrieves a cane, his stance elegant as he walks toward you.

He’s much younger than you first thought he would be. Maybe a couple of years older than you, but no more than that. What is he doing here as a lightkeeper? You could almost picture him in a fancy suit in one of the so-many parties Luna and your father wanted to drag Adara and you.

For some childish reason, you feel your heart picking up a step as he stops close to you, so much so you can see the two tiny moles adorning his sculpted face; one under his left eye and over the right side of his lips.

Staring is rude, you chastise yourself.

The man points to the closed door behind him. “Good evening, Miss. You can leave it inside there,” he answers, his voice soft and with a cadence you’re sure people can hear once and then remember forever. “The door’s unlocked.”

He kneels carefully, and you can’t stop your eyes from following the movement. A hand grasping the cane as the other picks up the missing gear. The man must have felt your gaze because, after a blink, his golden eyes are settled on you.

He looks almost amused, eyebrows quirked.

You move away, heels quickly following each other as you made your way toward the room. The control panel room, you quickly recognize. With a table filled with books and wrinkled notebooks; a sofa cluttered with papers of machines and cursive calligraphy that flows like water, so easily.

You put the tray on the table, hands piling the books nearby to push them further onto the surface. You also accommodate the stray papers aside, not wanting that your mess of lemon juice get on the pages.

When you emerge from the room, Viktor is waiting for you, playing with an oil-stained rag between his hands.

“I apologize for my rude manners,” he says, his cheeks slightly pink as he extends a hand toward you. “I was caught off guard. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, your fingers sticky from the juice and the sudden sweat that accompanies your frantic heartbeat.

He looks awkwardly from his hand to yours, which is tucked against your stomach.

“Eh,” he says with a wry smile. “I’m Viktor.”

Sheepishly, your fingers graze his palm. And if he finds the texture uncomfortable, you can't see the disgust in his eyes. His hands are slightly cold despite being in constant movement, and you can only hope a hole can open under your feet.

You barely squeeze his fingers, even when he does. Your voice comes out like a trembling breath when you tell him your name.

His eyes squint in amused half-moons when his smile deepens. He tilts his head after a moment, letting go of your hand.

The carefree gestures throw you off guard. He doesn’t know about you, about what people in town say about your mother—about yourself. A desperate part of you wants to know if he's just pretending to like you to keep his job.

For your credit, he doesn’t swipe his hand clean on his rag. Instead, he gestures to the beacon.

“I’m afraid I have to resume work, Miss,” he says, his cane thumping against the floor even when he doesn’t move away. “But thank you for the water. I will return the tray and the dishes tomorrow.”

“I can retrieve them myself,” you hear yourself saying. Because that way you can know if he’s willing to tolerate your presence. You signal to the stairs. “I think it’s enough effort to climb up and down those to make you climb the ones toward my house, too.”

Viktor chuckles. “You’re very considerate, Miss,” he says. Just as your mind is already conjugating the way he will avoid you, he adds: “In that case, you can pass around here at any time. I will be here all day.”

You see the amusement in his eyes, and there’s no way your lips don’t curve upward. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Viktor.”

You turn around, toward the stairs, in case your face can unveil how flustered you feel—a strange kind of hope. Perhaps there could be someone who could make you company. And who could be more willing, than a man desperate enough to take the lonely job of a lighthouse keeper?

[moondragon618]

hello!! if you’re still doing that ask game, could I request #3? “I’ll hate you until the day I die.” “Good, you’re still thinking about me.”

and perhaps during the disc finale? 👉👈 thank u so much!! your writing is so good <3

Lol you have given me the perfect opportunity to kill c!Tubbo for angst so I guess I have my very own "Dream kills Tubbo before backup arrives" fic now :)

Anyway here you go I'm very happy with how this one turned out <3

Warnings for Major Character Death (as you might have guessed lol), murder, abuse, blood, and obsessive + possessive behavior.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry p-please don't l-leave me I'm sorry-" Tommy wails desperately as he clings to Tubbo, uncaring of the blood that stains his hands and his shirt red and pools over the blackstone floor. "F-fuck, I'm s-so sorry-"

But it's too late. He's already gone, having bled out from the brutal axe wound in his chest. At least it didn't take long.

"Please, please n-no- please I need you-" he sobs between wheezing breaths, grief tearing him apart from the inside- like his heart is being slowly ripped out, leaving only emptiness behind-

Then he hears a chuckle behind him, dripping with twisted amusement-

"Aww, don't cry, my little hero. It'll all be okay, I promise."

That voice- that fucking voice, smooth and teasing and inhumanly casual, like this is all just a fucking game to him, like he didn't just kill Tubbo-

Tommy just shudders and clings tighter to Tubbo, trying to block it out, shoving away memories of withers and TNT and Wilbur that always creep up on him when he hears that nickname.

"Tommy, c'mon now, don't just ignore me," Dream says, uncomfortably close, and then Tommy feels a gentle hand in his hair-

"NO! Don't-" he shouts, jerking away from Dream's hand, breathing shallow and rapid- "D-don't fucking touch me- G-get away!"

He can hear Dream chuckle in amusement again, the sound both sending a chill down his spine and sparking a feeling of anger in him.

"Oh, don't be like that, Tommy. I did this for you, y'know?"

"F-fuck you," Tommy chokes out, a raw unbridled rage like he's never felt before building up in him. "Fuck you fuck you you- Y-you fucking killed him!"

"And who was the one who dragged him here, Tommy?" Dream asks, right next to his ear this time, like he's leaning over his shoulder. "You know, I wouldn't have even needed to do any of this If you had just stayed in your exile, little hero."

"S-shut up, shut up-" Tommy growls, his voice shaking and a feeling of guilt creeping in as he looks down at his hands, stained with blood from a hopeless attempt to slow the bleeding. "You killed him Dream! You did!"

But it's true, this all happened because of him, he could have just come here alone-

"Tommy, why do you even care so much? Do you think Tubbo really cared about you?" Dream says, with the slightest hint of irritation in his tone, although Tommy can still hear that stupid fucking grin in his voice. "Y'know, he's the one who exiled you, remember? And who was the only one who visited you nearly every single day? Not him, that's for sure."

"Fuck off, Dream! You fucking forced him to do that!" Tommy protests, finally tearing himself away from his dead best friend and turning around to face Dream, giving him the deadliest, most hate filled glare he can manage, bloodied hands trembling and clenched into fists.

The green bastard has his mask off now, revealing that deranged fucking grin of his, but the first thing Tommy notices is his eyes- they're glowing, bright, unnatural green, unlike the forest green he got used to in exile.

What the fuck?

"Oh, did I? Are you sure it wasn't you who forced him into that situation?" Dream taunts, his grin growing wider. "And tell me, Tommy, who was the only one who visited you nearly every day in exile? Who was your only real friend when everyone else abandoned you?"

"You're not my fucking friend, Dream! You never were!" Tommy yells, shaking and wheezing with rage, putting every ounce of loathing he has into his words. "I fucking hate you! I hate you! I'll hate you until the day I die!"

"Oh, good. You're still thinking about me then, aren't you?" Dream says, his eerily glowing eyes lighting up with excitement. "But I think we both know you don't really hate me, Tommy. Because you need me, don't you?"

"F-fuck off Dream, I don't fucking need you!" Tommy protests, shuddering as a cold chill creeps up his spine.

"Oh, but Tommy," Dream chuckles, grinning widely. "What if I told you that I can bring Tubbo back?"

Tommy freezes, all of his anger leaving him at once, leaving only an empty numbness.

"W-what..." he says with a shaky breath, trying to process what he's just heard. "No, no you- you're fucking lying!"

He has to be lying. Obviously Dream is just trying to fuck with him to get what he wants, right?

"I'm not lying, Tommy," Dream says, his tone slowly becoming more and more mocking. "But even if I was, what other option do you have besides trusting me? You wouldn't give up on your 'best friend', would you?"

"F-fuck you, fuck y-you-" Tommy curses, a sudden wave of desperation hitting him as he realizes what's happening. "B-bring him back right fucking now, Dream! If you can do it, then fucking do it!"

He's right, he's right, Dream knows him so fucking well-

"Oh, but where's the fun in that, Tommy?" Dream chuckles in amusement, gleefully taunting him with how much power he has. "I think I'd rather not lose this leverage I've just gotten, you know?"

Tommy lets out a sob suddenly as it all becomes too much, tears running down his face again.

"F-fuck y-you, I h-hate you, I-" he whimpers, grief overtaking him again, he just wants his best friend back-

And then he feels arms around him, pulling him into a hug, and he can't even bring himself to resist-

"Shhh, it's okay, Tommy. I'm still here for you, y'know?" Dream says, his voice soft and gentle as he starts carding his fingers through Tommy's hair. "I've got you."

Tommy just sobs and desperately clings to Dream, seeking out any comfort he can get- he can't do this anymore, he can't-

Dream just continues to comfort him, just like he always did in exile, just like he did at the beach party, because Dream is his friend Dream cares about him-

And then, distantly, he's aware of the sound of the Nether portal activating.

"Oh, Tommy, it looks like your backup is finally here," Dream says quietly, amusement in his tone. And then he hears another voice from the direction of the portal-

"I'm sorry, Dream. But you should have paid me more."

[kiatheinsomniac]

how would ezio, altair, and arno react to having an s/o who thinks they’re really hot in their assassins robes? 👉👈 headcanons please!

notes: Honestly who doesn't think they're hot in their robes? This pairs perfectly with my next request too!

characters: Altaïr, Ezio, Arno

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a l t a ï r :

He's prideful, we all know it so he'd have the absolute biggest smirk when you tell him how hot you think he looks in his robes

He'd start posing for you, making you blush and laugh, maybe roll your eyes at him

Would definitely start making as much of a show of getting dressed as he does getting undressed

e z i o :

He's actually relieved - they were his father's robes and a part of him fears that he'll never be able to fill the expectations that his father established for whoever wore these

But he won't say that while you're sitting there practically swooning at how he looks

Clothed sex? Clothed sex

Like Altaïr, will probably start posing for you, will maybe tease you by threatening to take them all off, just to see you exclaim "no!"

a r n o :

An absolute fashion diva and will straight up thank you for recognising them

I headcanon that most of his money is spent on his wardrobe

He'll start to ask you what in particular that you like about them and will do a double take if you emphasise that you like them on him

He's more than happy to let you look with your eyes and hands

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[clavissionary-position]

anyway here's my quarterly

--🤍-- Ikepri S p a n k Chart --🏓--

🤍🤍🤍 # of 🏓s indicates degree to which i wish to be spanked by him at this current point in time (max is 5). Naturally my favs have a greater number ^^

🤍🤍🤍 nsfw 18+ blog, minors dni. i don't reply to ageless blogs, sorry!

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J I N 🏓🏓🏓- - The man majored in technique and I want a trial

2.

C H E V A L I E R - - - - - I don't want quite that level of pain... *thinks some more* ... 🏓🏓- - - I still wanna try 👉👈 He wouldn't go out of his way to hurt you, and I think he's far more gentle than even he thinks he is. Also you'd agree in advance on the level of pain. Actually it would be really hot wouldn't it? ... 🏓🏓🏓- -

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C L A V I S 🏓🏓🏓🏓🏓 No way he wouldn't make this fun as hell, while being infuriating at the same time. He probably has a "I need to see your thighs bruised for me" kink

4.

L E O N 🏓🏓🏓- - Teasing and sexy and he has that Masa voice while doing it

5.

Y V E S 🏓🏓🏓- - Do it, Yves. DO IT.

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L I C H T 🏓🏓🏓- - Yes. Let's go. I just hope he doesn't feel guilty afterwards...

7.

N O K T O 🏓🏓🏓🏓- Technique and he's a favored hubby so Lmao imagine the Kleins playing pingpong on your ass

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L U K E - - - - - Yeah sorry buddy >< Not feeling you at the moment. I'm sure he'd be alarmingly excellent but yeah

9.

S A R I E L 🏓🏓- - - I'm curious especially since 🏓 is Sariel's middle name

10.

R I O - - - - - Sorry Rio ><

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G I L B E R T 🏓🏓🏓🏓- I want it but I also don't want it. Even if we agreed upon a pain level in advance, I fear the initial pain from Gilbert of all people. That being said, he's all about that immediate aftercare. Spank-soothe. Spank-soothe. Or maybe he does spank-bite-soothe?? AAAAA I'm not trying to die. I'll toss the idea into my drafts for a fic later though ^^

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K E I T H 🏓🏓- - - For both Keiths. I think it would be super cute to see how flustered shy Keith would get at the mere suggestion, but I don't want to make him uncomfortable. I worry alter!Keith might go a bit ham.

13.

S I L V I O ? ? ? ? ? My brain is too fried right now so I don't actually know where Silvio stands. Hopefully I'll have an answer during next quarter's check-in

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Ahhh okay can I pretty please have some soft Kirishima coming home to you crying HC's👉👈

Hiii!! I'll do my best, I hope you like 💜💜

Kirishima coming home to his S/O crying

For whatever reason, today was just the worst day you'd had in a long time. Nothing seemed to be going right and you were frustrated as all hell over it.

To make matters worse, your boyfriend texted you saying he had to stay at the agency late and wouldn't be home until after dinner. Your plans to get in a good comfort cuddle before you ate were thrown out the window.

Seeing the words on your screen sent you overboard. You sat on the sofa and pulled your knees up to your chest, and began to sob.

Much to your surprise, when Kirishima walked in through the door at his normal time, you shot up and began wiping furiously at your face to cover up the fact that you'd been crying.

"Hey babygirl, I'm home." He said out loud, kicking off his boots and setting his headgear down on the island counter. When the turned to see you sitting on the couch, face red, cheeks stained with tears, and eyes puffy, his expression immediately shifted to concern.

"Woah, hey, hey, hey! What's goin' on?" He asks as he runs over to the couch, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He brings a hand up to your face and begins to wipe away at the tears that still seem to be cascading down your cheeks.

"E-Eiji, I-I'm sorry. I-I thought you'd be home l-later." You stutter in between sobs, hiccuping and wiping the back of your sleeve against your face.

"One of the sidekicks offered to finish up the paperwork so I could come home. What's wrong, baby?" He prods softly, closing some of the space between your bodies as he pulls you into him.

You rest your head against his chest and blubber again, your lower lip quivering as you desperately try to bite back the tears.

"Bad day." You said simply. Anything else and you'd probably lose your mind. Kirishima recognizes this and doesn't question it.

He simply holds you against his chest and begins combing his fingers through your hair and scratching at your scalp lightly to soothe you. He runs his free hand up and down your arm in comforting lines, then presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm home now. I'm here." He says as he nudges your face upwards so you can look into his eyes. He pulls his hand from your arm and cups your cheek, wiping away at the drying tears with his thumb, then pulling your face towards his to plant a slow, passionate kiss onto your lips.

He only pulls away after you do, then he smiles down at you.

"Why don't I help you make dinner? We can have your favourites."

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Alright Alright. Here me out. Vampire Toby, Witch Hoodie/Brian, Werewolf Masky/Tim, brownie points if Brian and Tim are dilfs. Any thoughts?? 👀👉👈💖

Sure do! Let me show you what I think via mini scenario.

"Don't stay out too late," Tim chides, his dark eyes shifting from his simmering cup of coffee to the young proxy that's gearing up by the front door. "No one is coming to get you if you're stuck when the sun comes up." He's only half threatening him. As a group leader, it's his job to take care of his proxies.

Toby listens to Tim's words - more like, in one ear out the other - then shrugs on his jacket due to the chilly fall air. "I'm g-gonna be fine," he says, grinning widely and baring vampiric fangs. "We w-w-won't have a repeat of l-last month," he finishes semi-awkwardly, watching as Tim rolls his eyes.

"Hoodie isn't coming to get you, and-"

Toby scoffs as he picks up his backpack, weighing it with his arm before finding it entirely too light. He plops it down by the front door and begins to rummage around the living room for other things he may need. "K-Kate? She's always g-g-got my back."

From the kitchen comes Brian's laughter. "Not tonight she doesn't," the blond haired proxy giggles.

"W-Why's that?" Toby inquires as he checks his gun. Empty. Now he's looking around for the bullets.

Footsteps echo in the hall and Brian reveals himself, a large, lit glass candle in one hand and a jar of... something... in the other. "We're coming up to Samhain, the thing Halloween is derived from, y'know," he states, briefly narrowing his eyes at the candlelight.

"S-So? That's like, n-next weekend," Toby snorts, finally palming the bullets.

Tim raises a brow. "Have you forgotten how important that holiday is to Kate's craft?"

Toby shrugs as he quickly turns around and grabs his hunting knife. How had he almost forgotten it?

Brian sighs and takes his hazel eyes off the candlelight before pushing off the doorframe. He begins to walk back to the kitchen. "She's gotta work on her grimoire, do some cleansing, work on her divination-"

"A-All of that t-t-t-tonight?" Toby chuckles as he finally makes his way back to the front door, placing all the items haphazardly in his bag.

"Full moon, good energy," Tim answers, a small smile on his lips. It's not that werewolves inherently turn on the full moon, it's just that their power is strongest during it.

Brian nods in the kitchen even though Toby can't see it, his eyes landing on Kate who's just finishing pouring in the last of the mugwort and rosemary, sealing it with her intentions and some invocations of the deities she works closest with. He nods in approval once she ties it up. "Think it'll do him some good?" He asks in a teasing tone.

Kate grins and nods. "Sure will, besides, I don't want to come get him in the morning," she chuckles, black sachet in hand as she walks down the hall to meet Toby and Tim in the living room.

Back in the living room, Tim takes note of the light of the moon. "I'll head out with you, walk you to the main road?" He offers, slowly sitting up from the sofa.

Toby weighs the thought over in his head before nodding. "Yeah, I-I haven't s-s-seen you transform i-in a while," he lightly muses, mirroring Tim's soft smile. "A-Always fun to s-s-see you w-wolfed out," he grins.

Tim stretches slightly and laughs breathily at Toby's words, walking over to meet him at the door.

"Before you go," Kate's voice cuts in, standing in the same doorway that Brian had been standing in. "Take this," she waves the little sachet in her hand. The dark haired woman then pushes off the doorframe and then meets Toby. "It might bring you back to us safely," she lightly jokes, making both Toby and Tim chuckle in response.

"T-Thanks," Toby hums as he takes the little sachet, carefully placing it into his pocket. "H-Hood's was g-g-getting old," he teases.

Kate laughs and Brian loudly scoffs.

"I heard that!" The blond haired proxy calls out. "Get out of here and suck someone's blood, you dick," he laughs, making Toby crack a large smile.

"Y-You and Kate have f-f-fun," Toby says, waving at Kate, who's walking back to the kitchen, and Brian, who still can't see him.

Tim mentally wishes Kate and Brian well before exiting the temp house with Toby close beside him. "You gonna be okay out here tonight? From my understanding, there's a vampire cultural crazy," he says as he and Toby walk down the long driveway.

Toby shrugs, "t-t-talking about T-Twilight?" He breathes out with a laugh. "I-I don't s-s-sparkle in the s-sun."

"It would be nice if you did," Tim shoots back, the two men bursting into laughter.

Toby kicks some of the rocks as they near the end of the long stretch of driveway. "Y-You gonna t-transform? I'm a-about to like, p-powerwalk outta here," he says as he shoves his hands into his pockets, thumb running over the sachet Kate gave him in one and his other hand mirroring the action with the sachet Brian gave him all those years ago. Kept him safe all this time - at least, that's what he likes to think.

Tim doesn't verbally respond, and instead, steps back as a large snarl rips free from his throat. He hisses and then cocks his head back. In the blink of an eye, his clothes are ripped to shreds and in his stead is a large, chocolate colored wolf with equally chocolate colored eyes.

"Hi, w-w-wolf M-Masky," Toby smiles, hands leaving his pockets as the large wolf pads up to him. "G-Gonna let me p-pet you this time?"

Tim's ears flatten against his skull as if to chide Toby, but he nudges the young proxy's hand with his head all the same.

Toby's fingers gently scratch at Tim's scalp before he finishes with a few pats. "Stay s-s-safe," he hums.

Tim's tail wishes happily from side to side before slowly nodding back, 'you too.'

[kodzuken-chan]

Henloooo author-chwan! It's me again :D I really love how you made the monster trio + law about the s/o having sleeping problems bc of nightmares! At first I wasn't really expecting for my request to be done since I requested it not knowing if your ask box is open or if you're full of requests at the moment, but I was surlrised when I received a notification that author-chwan has answered my ask! I was doing school stuff when I received the notification, and I did pause my work just to read it immediately and you never fail to make me smile! So here I am again wanting to request something to u author-chwan 👉👈

If author-chwan can possibly make an angst for monster trio+law reacting to s/o going back to their ships drunk after a hurtful argument where their s/o refuses their cuddles and apologies making the guys tear up with the sudden coldness of their s/o thinking that their s/o might call sooner or later their break up. It is up to you author-chwan whether you make it a mini mini scenario or hc's either way will do! Thankyou for being amazing and wonderful! Keep safe and have a great day ahead! I wuv u so much 💞 oh, and drink your water to stay hydrated!

A/N: omg hello dear~ its so nice to see you again in my ask box, I'm glad that you liked your previous request and i love you too (≧▽≦)

Btw your request reminded me of One Direction's " Nobody compares", idk why 😂

In terms of my ask box, it will always be open and you can request whenever you want, I'm writing the requests now immediately bcs I'm on my college mid term vacation, so I'm using my free time writing the requests, but wheny new Semster begins, I might take a longer time to write them but i will sure do bcs it helps me to avoid stress and pressure 🙈

Here you go,I made them as Headcanons, i haven't written about drunk characters before so i hope this is good and i hope you enjoy~^^

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The Monster Trio + Law with an S/O who gets drunk after a hurtful argument Headcanons

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Luffy:

Okay so you and Luffy rarely fought with each other and if you did

It was always on sth really silly and eventually you end up forgetting about that tiny argument

But this time، The quarrel was intense between the two of you

To the point that you have left the ship crying and he didn't come after you

You stopped by one of that island's bars and end up drinking more than you should

Its getting late and you still didn't come back

Luffy is now feeling guilty and worried bcs he didn't go after you

He doesn't like it when you two fight and neither you do

He decided to wait on the deck, and that's when he spotted you

You were staggering left and right

He immediately came to you and tried to carry you bcs you don't seem to be alright

But you pushed him away

" Don't... Don't touch me ..L...Luffy" you said as your eyes streams with tears

" (Y/N)...I'm sorry okay? Its my fault so let me carry you, you're totally drunk" he said as he tried to carry you once again

"Nooo!" You pushed him once again and barely ran towards your room smacking the door

Boy this little cutie pie thought that you didn't love him any more

He was depressed the whole night eating more than he should

The next morning you woke up, recalling what happened yesterday

Oh damnit did you push your Luffy yesterday when he was trying to apologize?

Tho your head was heavy, but you jumped out of your bed looking for your poor boyfriend

" Oh damnit (Y/N) are you carzy, oh god please Luffy don't get mad nor Sad at me" you said talking to yourself

You searched until you found him sitting in the kitchen eating with that pout on his face

You approched him calling his name

He looked at you as if he saw a ghost

"Luffy....I'm sorry for our fight and what I did to you yesterday...*sniff* i didnt mean it" you began to cry

He stood up and pulled you into a tight hug

" No no... I'm sorry bcs i made you cry, i thought that you would leave me" he said with crack tone

" No no Why would i leave you...I love you so much baka senchou" you cried as you snuggled into his chest.

Ever since that day, you never fought again

Zoro:

You were used to Zoro's blunt attitude, bcs he's Zoro

You and Zoro never fought seriously before

Those arguments that happened back then were not more than Zoro trying to piss you off as he defines it as teasing

And today wasn't especially a good day bcs this time your quarrel was quite intense

Zoro wasn't helping at all with his bluntness, and you were done with it

You walked away of him down to the island, and you weren't sure if he got a glimpse of your teary eyes

You went to one of the bars there and began to drink

Honestly you were good at it and rarely got drunk thanks to your boyfriend

But this time you were so angry and sad, you didn't know anymore how to feel

You were totally drunk now as you reached Sunny

Zoro noticed you staggering as you almost tripped over yourself

He reacted quickly and caught you before you smashed your face in the ground

He was shocked at your sight, and now he feels guilty, bcs he made his girlfriend who rarely gets drunk, Drunked

You raised your head trying to recognize who caught you when you realized its Zoro

" Leave me... I don't need your help, don't try to be kind to me after what you said" you sobbed

His heart clenched and he let you go

You went to the girls room, and he scratched the nape of his neck , "Kuso....she's totally mad...."

He honestly doesn't like this situation, Ugh its nerve wracking he thought

He sat on the bench and drank his bottle of sake trying to not get negative thoughts about you leaving him bcs of his bluntness

This when you walked to him silently sobbing, " Zoro...are you mad....? *sniff*, i said a crule thing to you..*sniff*.." as you wrapped your arms around his abdomen from the back

Let's say your cry was his weakness, so yes he tensed and turned to face your swollen eyes

He cupped your cheeks and kissed them

"I deserve it, I was mean to you...I'm ..I'm sorry" he suttered as he avoided your gaze

You muffled a giggle and hugged him tightly

From that time he was careful not to hurt your feelings again, bcs he doesn't want to see you crying again.

Sanji:

So in Sanji's case, you Literally never argued with each other Never

He thinks arguments just increase the problem and its a waste of energy

So talking about it calmly is the best option for both sides and you totally agree with that

Bcs that's what the two of you did every time there is a misunderstanding which rarely happened

But this time, this argument was calm yet intense, bcs your voices raised on each other

You were now just staring at each other's eyes for 10 minutes straight

You were hurt, you didn't like how its going, you don't want to argue with him like that

Soon your eyes teared up, and then you immediately ran out of the room

He was taken back at the sight of your tears and he ran after you, "(Y/N)~chan!"

When he came out of the room you were already gone, he searched and didn't find you.

Later, he was impatiently waiting , when his eyes got a glimpse of you slightly sawying back and forth

He acknowledged that you were drunk looking at how red your cheek was

You said nothing but entered your shared bedroom and threw yourself on the bed

He came closer without saying anything and slipped right next you

He slowly wrapped his arms around in an attempt to cuddle you as an apology

You unintentionally glared at him, pushing him away

" ... ..Sanji-kun... please leave.... I don't want to be with now" You hardly said when you buried your teary eyes in the pillow

He gulped at your sentence as the colors drained from his face.

He gently left your side and went to the kitchen and man...he was a mess

He was ruffling his hair angry at himself for making you cry and drunk to this point.

It was sleepless night for the two of you.

Your eyes opened at 3:30 am, you glanced at the spot next to you and he wasn't there

The rejection of his apology cuddles by you popped up in your head, and you gasped

You immediately ran to the kitchen, sure that he was there

When you Slightly opened the door he was burying his head in his arms on the table

Tears rolled over your cheeks at the sight, you blamed yourself for doing that to him

You sat next to him and stroked his hair, "*sniff* ....I'm sorry....Sanji-kun please...*sniff* don't hate me" you silently muttered aa you sobbed

He raised his head looking at you with wide eyes and pulled you into a deep kiss

" I'm the one who should apologize (Y/N)~chan, i dared and raised my voice at you, I'm really sorry"

You snuggled into each other and promised that you'd never argue again

Law:

Similar to Sanji, You and Law didn't get into quarrels and arguments with each other

Basically bcs you both don't have the time to do so

He spends most of his time in the office either working or studying

And you'd be busy doing your personal work or your hobbies

But that day, Polar Tang docked on an island and everyone left to explore the island except for you, Law and Bepo

Neither of you knew what happened buy yoh found yourself arguing and it got intense each minute

The reason was trivial but you didn't know where did it went wrong to get to this point

So now you're trying as hard as you can to keep your tears inside your eyes

And headed outside walking straight to the island when you burst in the middle of the way

Then you found a convince store, you went inside and bought bottles of sake and started drinking it

You were totally aware of how bad is the idea, bcs you're bad at drinking

And here you are, going back to Polar Tang wobbling about to pass out any second

Law spotted you and came immediately trying to take you inside before you hurt yourself

He placed his arms around your shoulders but you coldly rejected his help with an icy stare

You walked further and then lost your conscious, of course Bepo was there and he caught you

Bepo took you inside and he stayed beside you to give you some water when you wake up

Law went back to his office, he was angry, not at you but at himself, thinking that you might leave him after what happened

He usually controls his anger, but this time he couldn't

Things were broken and thrown inside his office and the sound was heared everywhere

10 minutes later you woke up and now conscious after drinking some water

You asked Bepo about what happened and he explained

Law was that type who is hard to please if he got sad and that brought fear to your heart that he might end the things between the two of you after what happened

Running to Law's office, you slowly opened the door to find everything thrown around the room, it was a clear mess

Your tears rolled over your cheeks at his sight as you stood in your place

"Law.....Please don't.. don't hate me..I'm sorry *sniff*... please don't be angry, I love you so much..so...so don't leave-" you sobbed like a lost child

Law jumped over you and pulled you in a tight hug stroking your hair

"Baka....why would i leave you, I love you so much...I'm sorry for earlier", he said as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips

Later, he cuddled you throughout the night and promised you that this won't happen again.