#Sometimes I just want to show the thingy I came up with

[8ptates]

You Found it!

So Timmy and Peri/Poof are at the comic shop and they find the rarest of the rare comic in the backissues boxes. Think action comics #1 of Crimson chin comics. They decide they aren't walking out of the shop without it XD

Bonus (?) below

The figure case is filled with superhero's from the show.

[julilovesyou444]

ok first of all your writing is so good i’m literally in love????? anyways, could i request a tom x reader fluff with them cuddling but like tom doesn��t rly know how to do it bc he’s used to hook ups and stuff and so it’s diff for him?? i feel like that’s super specific but i think i wld be so cuteee idkk. anyways tysm pookie 💗💗💗

show me how ~ tom kaulitz

AHHHH thank you love!! you are so sweet💟 I’ll try!!! thank you for requesting, this is my first time doing one of these so I’ll do my best!! if you have a request, feel free to do it in the little thingy on my page, this was so fun !! ALSO, if this isn’t what you were expecting or anything, I’ll write it again differently, no problem ☺️

background ~ you and your boyfriend had just started dating not long ago, and there were a lot of things in the relationship that were new to him. he hadn’t been in many relationships at all, so he isn’t sure on everything, for example, cuddling and affection. you show him how :)

warnings ~ none, just fluff and cutesy stuff, tad bit of angst too

I’m Montenegrin so please forgive me if my English is messed up !

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you had been at home all day, just picking up and relaxing. it was a pretty chill day though. you’re boyfriend, Tom, was at the studio all day. At first it was just a couple days of the week for a few hours, but lately it had been everyday for the whole day. You could tell it was taking a toll on him. He was tired and more irritable. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you honestly felt really bad for him. When he would come home, he wouldn’t want anyone to bother him. After dating Tom for a week or two, you came to realize he was not an affectionate person. You thought that he just needed to warm up to you, but it had been almost a month. Besides kissing and sex, he rarely touched you. You couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so you tried to ignore it for the main part.

today was another long day for him. you weren’t living together yet, but he just slept over at your place all the time. you had made dinner for him tonight, not something you always did but you wanted to be nice. you were sitting on your bed, scrolling through random websites on your laptop when you heard the front door open and shut. Tom didn’t call out to you like he usually did. You knew today probably sucked for him. The fear of him rejecting you as he sometimes did made it hard for you to leave your room, but you did anyways.

You walked down the hallway to main room of the apartment to see Tom sitting on the couch, watching tv. He looked angry. The dinner you made him still sat on the table, untouched, and probably cold now.

“I made you dinner.”, you spoke softly. His eyes darted from the screen to yours. Tom looked so upset, almost as if he wanted to cry.

“I know. Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”, he replied coldly.

You took a step closer to him, almost testing the waters.

“How was the studio?”

“Shit. It was shit. Do I need to pause this or…?”, he replied rather harshly, referring to the television.

“Tom…”, you trailed off, very quiet. He saw the hurt in your eyes and immediately hated himself for taking his anger out on you. He grabbed the remote and turned off the t.v.

“I’m sorry, I’m just in a bad mood. I’m really stressed and tired and I don’t know how to get rid of it, but I shouldn’t take it out on you.”, Tom said, sounding genuine as ever.

“come here.”, you said, putting your hand out for him to take. You could tell he was very hesitant, but he took your hand and let you pull him up from the couch.

before he could argue or protest, you pulled him into a hug. you usually didn’t hug, but it felt like he needed it. You wrapped your arms tightly around his torso and pushed the side of your face into his chest. At first, his arms were just outwards, unsure of where to go. When he became more aware and comfortable, and put his arms around your neck, hands on the side of your head as he placed his head on top on yours. you could feel him relax into the hug, and it made you so happy that you were finally able to do that for him.

“I’m sorry for being rude, today was just so so bad, and these long ass days are tiring me out.”, Tom said, his voice muffled into your head. He left a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“I know, and I’m sorry. Let me help.”, you pulled away, looking up at him.

“Help how?”

“Y’know, help you relax and stuff. Make you feel better.”

“I’m not really in the mood to fuc-“

“No, Tom, not that. Like just get into pajamas and I’ll rub your back and cuddle you, yea?”

“Uhh-“

“Please, trust me, you’ll feel so much better.”

Maybe it was your pleading eyes, or the fact that he secretly wanted to be intimate with you in this sense, but it didn’t take a lot for him to give in.

“Okay.”

“Yea?”, you beamed. He couldn’t help but smile back before playfully rolling his eyes.

“Yea.”

“Okay, go get changed into something comfier.”

He nodded and grabbed some of his clothes from your room before heading to the bathroom.

You quickly went into your room and started trying to “set the mood”. You dimmed the lights as much as possible and lit a few candles. You grabbed a bunch of really soft blankets and some water too. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you. He wasn’t affectionate or that touchy with you, and you wanted him to be.

Tom walked into your room, looking around, admiring your dedication.

“Lay down.”, you instructed.

“So bossy.”, he jokingly muttered.

He laid down on your bed as you walked over.

“Lay on your stomach.”

He groaned but turned over onto his stomach.

You climbed up onto the bed, and then put one of your legs over him so you were straddling his lower back.

“what are you-“

“shhh just relax.”

your hands found their way under his shirt, making their way up to his upperback. You began to slowly massage circles into his back, feeling him instantly become less tense under you. You gradually added pressure in places that felt a little more stiff. You began to knead the knots out of his back too. There were a lot. No wonder the poor boy was so upset, his stress was causing him to get strained.

You went on massaging him for a bit more, and you could tell how calm he was getting.

you climbed off of his back and laid on your side next to him, facing him. His face was towards you and his eyes were shut, but you could tell he wasn’t asleep just yet.

“did you like that?”, you said softly. he opened his eyes narrowly and nodded.

“yes, thank you. you don’t even know how much I needed that. I’m so tired now.”, he murmured.

you opened up your arms. Tom watched you intently.

“c’mere”

“for what?”

“pleaseee don’t fight me on this one. I just wanna hold you.”

“what, like cuddling?”, he questioned, looking doubtful.

“yea… is that okay?”

“um… yea, yea it is. its just that… fuck, this is embarrassing.”, he rubbed his eyes, trying to hide his uneasiness.

“listen, all of the girls I’ve been with before, I never really did anything like that with them. usually we would just hook up and they would leave. what im trying to say I guess, is that I don’t really know how to cuddle or anything like that. I sound so stupid. its kinda just like hugging, right?”, he rambled.

at first, you couldn’t even say anything because you could believe that your beautiful, beautiful boyfriend had never been shown love and affection like that before. he so clearly deserved it, even though he had his moods, he was the sweetest thing. You felt bad for him. That was probably why he hadn’t shown or done anything like that for you before.

“I’ll show you how.”, you responded with a small but sweet smile. his eyes sorta lit up and he picked up his head from the pillow.

“show me how?”

“mhm, c’mere. don’t make me wait any longer, im tired too y’know.”, you teased him a little. Tom scoffed before scooting over to you, waiting for your instructions.

“put your head against my chest, under mine.”

he listened to you, putting the side of his face against your chest. You took his arm and wrapped it around your waist, and he quickly got the memo and snuck his other arm beneath you so that they were both wrapped around you. He pulled you closer, forcing you to smile. you entangled your legs with his.

you two were finally cuddling. you had wanted to for so long, but you didn’t know how to ask. you could feel Tom’s slow breath blow out against you as he got closer to falling asleep.

“thank you, baby.”, he sleepily mumbled.

“of course. I’m sorry your day wasn’t great.”

“it’s definitely better now. I wish we would’ve done this earlier.”

“I thought you didn’t really want me to touch you, or for you to touch me, in this way, I guess…”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to but it was just unfamiliar to me and that kind of scared me, I didn’t want to do anything wrong and I’m not used to this kind of affection.”

“I’m sorry, Tom.”, you said, gently stroking his hair. he breathed deeply, showing you how relaxed he was becoming.

“it’s okay, I have you now.”

You continued to play with his hair as he cuddled you, and you could tell just how peaceful he was. He ended up falling asleep pretty fast. You were so happy that he was able to unwind and open up with you. You reached over to the candle and blew it out. You flipped the light switch off and let yourself fall asleep in Tom’s arms.

~

a/n ~ awww this is very sweet to me😭 I love doing these cutesy little stories, they are my favorite to write. I’m in my home country right now so I’m sorry if my posts are very inconsistent or posted at a weird time, thank you for the request!! all of the comments are so sweet too, and they make me feel a lot less insecure about my writing. have a good day !!!💋😽

[manicpixiefelix]

Whatever you do, don't envision Reader and Felix driving a vintage convertible through the Tuscan countryside. Top down, wind in their hair, the scent of lemon groves, music playing from the radio.

Perhaps they're on their way to a private party or they're ditching one 🤭

Felix and Reader are holding hands or he's got a hand on their thigh, loving the way they look so carefree.

(stumbling out of my inbox covered in fluff: i don't know where this came from)

There's no prying eyes in moments like these, no-one to perform for, no performers masquerading as his friends or friends of the family trying to steal his attention. Its all on you, and you've never performed for Felix the way the rest of the world has.

He loves you for it.

He loves you for many reasons, of course, but this is one of his favourites.

The sun has just set, the sky painted a burning orange before it fades to sweet lilac and then night, stars beginning to brighten in the sky, and you haven't stopped smiling since he'd pulled out of the parking lot of that god awful party. His darling parents were being progressive with none too subtle purpose, and while both you and he loved their ongoing support, sometimes it was a bit much. More than a bit much. It was suffocating.

But he has no phone service out here, only you beside him with the map he keeps under the seat, pointing out a quaint town an hour away with some kind of hotel situation, and his hand on your thigh. The radio is loud and bright, though you still complain about the CD player in his car -

"I spent good money on a tape deck that works, bought actual, brand new tapes -"

"Where the hell did you get those?" He laughed, but was endeared by your efforts, even as you talked over him, pointedly ignoring him.

"- made you a whole mixtape, and you went and replaced the take deck in your card with a bloody CD player!" You threw your hands in the air in mock dismay.

"I had the CD player put in when dad gave me the car," Felix half smiles, glancing at you for just a moment out of the corner of his eye, "years ago," he reminds you. Seeing the way you're trying so hard to keep up your show off being miffed, despite the sheepish smile curling at the edge of your lips, he gives your thigh a squeeze and looks back at the road.

Slowly, you uncross your arms, sitting back in your seat with a faint, playful pout. When you rest your hand on his, it's warm.

"Made a whole proper cover for it and everything, to put in that plastic cover-thingy they all come in."

"I know," Felix agrees, "I like how you styled the track list on the back," he can't help but smile, picturing it in his mind, "and it's a good set of songs."

He loves the goofy smile he knows you're wearing without even having to turn and look at you. Something about how genuinely you've always reacted to his praise has always warmed his heart; you'd always had a knack for telling his performative, placating praise from his sincerity. He's known you too long and too well by now to offer anything but sincerity when you both know it's rightfully deserved.

"I'll buy you a car with a tape deck just so we can listen to my road trip mix," you say it so casually that he's not quite sure if you're joking. But then you pet his hand, laughter ringing out from you, into the perfect Summer night, "kidding, Fi; I made it for you, listen to it wherever or whenever you want," he catches your easygoing shrug out of the corner of his eye, "or never. No skin off my nose." For a few moments, you distract yourself, tapping out inconsistent beats along his fingers, the back of his hand -

"Unless you want a car with a tape deck," this time he's sure it's not a joke. Its as casual as if you'd offered to simply buy him a beer, no real larger thoughts behind the offer. No part of you is performing the way anyone else would; not trying to bribe, or buy, or placate, or charm, or flaunt your wealth;

"You've just now reminded me why my parents are so adamantly pro-Gay Marriage," Felix couldn't help his laughter, and you sat back, watching the road ahead with a wry smile.

"Your parents are so adamantly pro-Gay Marriage because they desperately want me to pick if I'm to be legally recognised as one or the other, so they can marry me off right now to either you or your sister, but are too deep in their support of me to feel comfortable asking that," you turn to look at him with something forlorn in your eyes despite the smile on your lips, and Felix, despite how much he loved his parents, also knew you were absolutely right.

"No matter where in the world I am," Felix grins, as the lights of the town ahead begin to glow in the distance, "the minute -the absolute moment- mum finds out the two of us can legally get married, I bet you I get a call telling me to come home so she and dad can give me the family ring," and beside him, you're cackling with laughter just picturing it, "at three in the morning, I'll be in Australia or some place, high as fuck in the bush or something, and I'll have to deal with mum acting like she hasn't been plotting this arranged marriage shit for years!"

And the two of you laugh, because you're barely twenty, and the idea of a future beyond your youthful hedonism is overwhelming if you don't laugh about it. Politics, and real world issues, and the future neither of you want to think about, are all absurd, and laughable, and easy to push to the back of your minds. Like the cassette mixtape Felix keeps in his glove box even without a tape deck, because he knows he'll never lose it there.

You take Felix's hand from your thigh as you lace your fingers with his.

And you laugh.

And neither of you knows if it's because the idea of getting married feels preposterous, or maybe a little inevitable.

[kikiwooo]

𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅....𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕.

notes: gn! flying squirrel reader. I'm just fuckin' around.

@/kikiwooo

Reincarnated as a flying squirrel is honestly pure luck. Those guys are pretty flexible and being small makes them fit into nearly everywhere. I'm not even mentioning being able to glide.

Finding you was a surprise to König, you just came out of the thin air and landed on his chest. He was on a mission and trying to not get shot, which is pretty hard when there's such a cute distraction on his chest.

When the mission is over, the giant just ran towards to Horangi and showed you onto his face,,, which didn't help since Horangi was too busy catching his breath. When he finally got a good look at the creature in the König's hands " It's a wild animal we can't keep it. Leave them where you found them "

Due to two pair of puppy eyes from König and you, Horangi decides to let you stay, a big mistage really they are about to get addicted. König takes it upon himself to look after you, constantly feeding you little treats here and there and just watches with heart eyes how quickly you gobble them up in just mere seconds. Horangi warns him to not feed you too much but at the end of the day König would stuff your cheeks so much that they'd look they could pop off any time.

Horangi got you a cage for your size and it's just sitting there not used at all, reasons; 1) you never liked the cage even if it's full of rich thingies 2) you always sleep with them at nights 3) König always wants you by his side even if Horangi put you to your cage forcefully, König would find a way to get you out without Horangi noticing him sneaking you out.

Another reason why König keeps you with him is that you shut down his anxiety very quickly, Horangi never says something about that and is actually very grateful that you're there to make König focus. Your fur feels so nice to touch.

They both have pockets that you can hop in them anytime. Mainly Horangi though because he is very carefully with you, König too but sometimes he gets a bit too excited and ends up hurting you a little unintentionally, it's all good since he quickly apologies smothering you with kisses.

You sometimes sneak under König's hood and just stay here,,, whilst watching Horangi searching all over the place turning everything upside down to find you. König keeps his gremlin voice at minimum or never open his mouth to shout smthbg in German to not to scare his love ( he actually calls you that go ask him ), whenever he gets pinned to the ground or the wall his enemy will find themselves in front of a very furious squirrel. Squirrels can be dangerous if provoken, do be careful.

Now...imagine when König decides to mess with you, play fighting basically. His fingers can alone trap you under his palms " So tiny so cute! " [ also he takes his hood when it's just the two of you so ], when he goes for your nose for a kiss, suddenly there's a whole ass human beneath him( what was the name of the disney film agushsh I can't remember ). Both of you staring at each other wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

[monochromatic-heartzz]

Man. I am in a roll lately.

I've been having so much Sampo on the brain but let's discuss a stupid concept i thought up. This probably won't be long dw. (<- Future Heart here, hi. I lied.)

Could 5 Star Sampo be a Preservation unit?

Now. I know what some of you are thinking. "Preservation!? It doesn't fit him! He should be a very strong dps or an irreplaceable support! Why preservation????" And to that i say, maybe he should be.

But. It's just... i've talked about this in a post before but it was a very short jokey thing that was the first time i'd done an analysis in a while.

Belobog. The planet where its people follow the preservation. They want to preserve humanity and civilization. So they fight to survive, just enough until the Astral Express gives their assistance and they can be free from the pain the Stellaron has given them.

Well, you know, there's a biiit of an outlier in the Belobog cast. And it's, as you know, our old Sampo Koski, Masked Fool who came here to help drive the plot forward. He follows the path of Elation, as all Masked Fools do, and as far as we're concerned there should be no connection with him and the Preservation, and no indication that his views align with it.

WRONG!!!!! Masquerade Duet. Sparkle guesses that the reason Sampo wants his mask back is because of a catastrophe in Jarilo-VI, and judging by his reaction and later words, she hit the nail square on the head.

So?

That's. Kinda it? He wants to preserve the civilization in Jarilo-VI, and all the work he put would be undone if this catastrophe were to happen without interference. All the work he put into helping preserve humanity in this planet. Mmm does anyone remember what happened to an outsider who helped preserve civilization on Belobo- Fire trailblazer.

Yes. It's because they are the protagonist. And they will get every playable path one day, but. Canonically, they become a pathstrider after their views and feelings align with the path.

Let's be real, Sampo loves Belobog. Pretty evident from context clues and dialogue even outside of it. He clearly helped preserve it, though it was from the sidelines and really nothing major.

So. How would he earn being a preservation path thingy?

The catastrophe in Jarilo-VI. His mask.

Gang. I think we found our way.

And yes. Gameplay paths don't equal canon lore paths, we've known for a while. But sometimes narratively ingame paths can be used to deepen a character in one way or another, even if its not stated.

Even though it would be a bummer if he got his big 5 star form and it was a preservation unit. I think it sounds sweet. After probably helping it so much, it would be a nice way to say "Yeah this is more his home than Epsilon ever would be, he has the will of the preservation to show it!!"

I do not know. I am. Once again: spitballing. Don't take this too seriously we have nothing about this guy and im working hard on not crying because i see no new content of him.

This is definitely not a hill i would ever die on. But i rarely see people talking about him being a preservation unit, and i wanted to show the idea a little love

[flower-yi]

(just sending the ask again bc tumblr crashed when I send it orz, so I'm sorry if it shows up double!)

hii, its octopus/viioletnoir from ao3 :> just read your new chapters, and for the prompt thingy, may I request nr. 36 with Bladie please? ♡♡

I hope you have a wonderful day!!

36. Helping brushing their hair after a shower. | "One summer, I taught myself how to announce in Latin to the world that I wanted nothing at all, when, in truth, I was desperate to be heard, understood, loved; my name a warm memory; There was the wind and the ocean, and in it there were whales that lowed in the darkness like the onset of collapse; There was this dark will, and what could I say but my name and what hurt?" All I Know, Paul Guest

It is sudden, and it is new: the image of Blade sat in front of a dresser, reflection showing you behind him. His hair is wet, damp from a shower, and his normally pale skin flushes with a hint of crimson—some sort of sign that he’s alive, but barely.

You admit it’s strange. Blade is not one to be… coddled like this, but sometimes, for how predictable he is, he can be spontaneous.

“You look nice.” Blade feels nice in your embrace, arms wound gently around his shoulders; tiptoe barely helping in reaching him. He is silent, like always—only ever making a sound as a response, and this time, the noise that leaves him is warm.

When you look at the mirror, his eyes has slipped close and a pleasant air wafts around him.

Oh, you can’t help but comment on it. “A shower can get you like this, huh? Mm, well… I like it. It suits you.”

It hangs in the air, your compliment. You don’t divulge further that he looks alive like this, few minutes out of the shower, because Blade, right now, has a countenance of someone normal—someone you’d see in the streets and not regret knowing.

“Mm… thank you.”

“Oh, manners?” You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re being nice today. I wonder what’s happened.”

The both of you don’t have to wonder, really. It’s one of the few moments there’s no imminent scripts to play out because Elio decided to take a rest in some rare fashion. All of the hunters dispersed to places they normally reside when not called, and in Blade’s case, it is with you.

You make barely a move of your arms to put them elsewhere and a bandaged hand comes up to wrap itself around, as if to stop you. Then, something cold grazes your skin, and with a glance down, you see the tip of his nose pressing onto your arm, and— and he sighs.

Stunned, you fall silent.

Another breath. “We have all day,” his voice rumbles, as if to say do not leave.

Blade’s voice allows you to get your bearings, and you say, in response, “I just want to brush your hair, silly,” You press another kiss on him, this time on the back of his head. With his grip loosening, as if some form of relief has made itself clear, your arms fall back.

A hairbrush is within your hold, one that’s been barely used. It’s Blade’s, something you’ve bought him months ago, but only now has it returned to your hand since the day you brought it home.

(Blade’s reaction when you got it was a simple appreciative hum, and he returned to whatever he was working on.

You remember leaving a lipstick mark on his face before he went out on a mission. He came home with a storm in his eyes.

It was in tact. Barely been touched at all, despite how disheveled his clothes were.)

One of the things that surprised you about him was how soft his hair was. You’d gotten a touch of it before you were Blade’s partner, and it was nice. Silky, managed, and most of all, beautiful.

You expressed it to him, once, and he fixed you with a firm stare. Only then, when Kafka told you of his origins, did you understand. (It was innocent, however. Blade could not fault you once for it.)

“Did you use my shampoo?” The strands fall perfectly into place, dividing like a glimmering waterfall under the bristles. You press your nose to his shoulder, enamored, “Wow. You even used my soap, too.”

Something akin to an amused huff leaves him. “You choose your products wisely.”

“Do I?” You’re grinning. “Well, that settles it. We’ll both be smelling like each other.”

(In the mirror, there is a quirk of a smile curling his lips; so faint that even you miss it. But it does not matter. Because to him, your smiles are enough to replace his own.)

With each brush of his hair, you fill in the space of quiet Blade leaves you to occupy. You talk about everything; to how lucky he is that he’s got a partner that would brush his hair like this, to how his hand should hurry up and heal for him to play with Silver Wolf, to how he should allow you and Kafka to spend time together—to which he frowns at—to how you think you’re seeing wrinkles on your face, and a few white hairs spurting out.

“I think you should pluck them out today. What do you think?”

Blade is quiet. Too quiet, perhaps. You discard the brush on the vanity, glancing at the mirror—

"You will be the first to have hair turned white," Blade suddenly speaks. "I will follow second."

You ask, "Would you still be here by then?"

He turns, moving his hair from your hands, and fixes you with a smoldering gaze. Blade doesn't need to answer, you think. The curse will force him to live longer than you will, and that knowledge burns at the back of your mind, but you want to humor yourself despite knowing your lover will roam the earth until eternity.

"I will be," Blade's reply comes unexpected. "I expect to be the one to see you off."

Is this panic you're feeling, or comfort? Panic in him setting aside his desire to die for you, for your presence in his life, for the respite that you bring? Or comfort in knowing he'll live until then, until your body decides to become one with the soil, until you say your last I love you?

It's becoming hard to speak, pressing yourself up to his side; arms wound tight around him. "Like some pretty grim reaper,“ You force out, teeth gritted. ”That sounds so ironic.“

“It is an act of love,” Blade defends. “Don’t misunderstand.”

How could you not, when you are always faced with the fact that your lover will never meet their end?

[lovingmachinee]

Disco Yeti

Ant x black male reader

Set in season 1

Reader is new student

Reader and Ant get it on at that one carnival party thingy

Reader goes on stage to do his sexy thingy while ant watches

(kind of like that one darren and cash scene)

Wine pon you by doja cat in mind for the dance part

[name] pov

“Are you even listening?” I saw fingers being snapped in front of my face and woke up out of my daze. I turn my head to make eye contact with the finger snapper to see Darren with an annoyed expression. 

“Yeah of course I am” I lied through my teeth. 

“really?” Darren asked, I nod keeping up my facade, “Because I know you are busy staring at disco yeti over there” They said pointing towards Ant.

Anthony was a peculiar guy to say the least, very loud and dumb at some times and his friend group was something too. I hate Spider just like everyone else. But sometimes Ant’s antics canceled his stupid friend out. Ant is very nice and very funny, at least that’s the side he showed me ever since I came here, and ever since I gave him tutoring lessons on Spanish.

I always kind of admired Ant in a weird way. And now I of course can’t keep my eyes off him while he’s wearing that light up coat, It’s cool. 

“Well I mean you can’t really avoid looking at a disco yeti” I say looking back at Darren. “Ugh ok just let me finish my story and then you can fawn over him again” They say, getting a disgusted face out of me, at least that’s what I tried to show. 

Darren gave Ant a handy once. I remember from the whole incest map, kind of a weird thing to see on my first day here. “Is he big?” I ask, interrupting Darren’s story. Darren looks offended at me interrupting and decides to not answer my question. “You know what I’m so done with you” They say grabbing their drink from the bar and turning back to me again “Come back when you’re done being fucked dumb by Ant over there”. Darren walked away. I felt sorry for interrupting their story but at the same time kind of happy because they just confirmed that Ant is indeed big.

I stood there alone, I could just go to another person and talk with them but right now I wanted something else. I wanted Ant, not in a lovey dovey way at least I think. 

I looked over at him and accidentally caught him staring at me. He was in the middle of the dance floor standing with Dust? Dusty? Meh forget it this wasn’t about him. I tried to maintain eye contact but Ant kept avoiding it by pretending he’s listening to what Dusty’s saying.

I started walking towards him. Grabbing a drink that was sitting on a tray a server walked with, on my way. This time Ant did make eye contact with me and I was surprised he kept it till I was standing in front of him.

Dusty noticed me “You know what I’m going to check on Harper, bro” he said. “Yea cool” Ant said, still not breaking eye contact. Dusty walked away. Now it was my time.

“Hi” Ant started, the lights from the party and his coat shining on his face. “Hi” I responded, smiling up at him. We stayed silent for a sec, but not an awkward one more of a silence with tension. 

Ant smiled. “Wanna dance?” He proposed to me holding his hand out for me to take. “Why what a gentleman” I responded, taking his hand “I would love to dance with you” I said after. '`Great” He said, leading us to a more crowded space since the people around us started seperating. 

Once we were in the middle crowd we started dancing. I move swiftly to the song playing in the back, moving my hands along my, because of the light on my dark skin, purple glistening body. Ant moves along with me, us both enjoying each other's company.

I turn around with my back against Ant’s chest and roam my hands through his light up twister coat and run them up along his neck. “You know you’re really beautiful” He speaks in my ear, as his hands touch my waist. “Sorry I didn’t mention it earlier” He says after, making me laugh. 

I turn around to face him again. “You’re forgiven, besides I didn’t spend so much time getting ready for you to not notice me” I say putting my arms around his shoulder. His nose is so big… I’m trailing off, maybe I should just focus on what he’s saying.

“So you’re saying you got ready just for me” Ant says, showing a big goofy grin, kind of reminding me of what a child he is outside of this situation. “Well” I said, not really having an answer, he got me there. Ant lets out a loud laugh, making me hit him in the chest. “God you’re such a child” I said.

“Aw did I get you there [name]?” 

I decided to ignore that question and led Ant’s hands back to my waist. “Just shut up or else I’m going to find someone else to dance with” I say making eye contact with him. “O well we wouldn’t want that to happen” He says dancing with me again.

We continue dancing for a while until the announcer steps up on stage with a microphone in her hand. “The ball is officially starting with our first category: NIGHT FOR WINE!”. I started getting excited, Darren already told me about all the categories coming on and this was the exact one I wanted to participate in.

“Sorry Ant but this is my category” I say, letting go of his neck and getting ready to get on stage. “Night for wine? Sounds interesting” Ant says, his hand lingering around my waist. “Do I look good?” I ask him quickly.

“You never do not look good” He grinned. I let out a little giggle before walking away, but before I do I look back “By the way you might wanna see this so get frontrow” I say before finally walking away. 

I stand by the stairs with Darren waiting for the announcer to start the music. “Are you ready cunt” They say, looking at me and holding my shoulders tight. “I do not wish anything good for Ant but you better give your best show” Darren says after trying to hide their disgusted face.

“And now let the ball begin, first category: Night for wine, which means y'all better have some sturdy knees” The announcer says, making the crowd “ooooo”. “Hit it” the announcer says after as a hint for the DJ to start the music.

Darren went up first having known no such thing as no nerves. The crowd already goes hype over Darren’s moves and it woke me up to get on the stage.

I walked on stage moving my hips just like I practiced. I start wining and spreading my legs, going under them seeing the crowd through my legs. Through my legs I can see Ant staring at me in awe, Darren was right this would work on him. 

I start walking around more on the stage, having a face-off with Darren for who can be the most sensual while the music was still playing in the back. I did all my tricks one leg up in the air, grinding down on the floor, swinging my hands in the air and letting them roam all over my body.

I look over towards Ant again and see him smirking.

Now it was time. I move forward and crouch with my knees spread. I get on my hands and knees and lay my chest down on the stage while lifting up my rear with my legs spread, all while keeping eye contact with Ant. The crowd started cheering more.

I slowly start letting my rear go down both legs going the other way resulting in a split mustering the best fuck-me-eyes towards Ant. The announcer came back on stage “Alright alright we got a winner” she said. I started to roll and lifted my leg in the air while sitting still putting up my show even though it was already done.

I stood up, got my prize and left the stage already walking over towards Ant, who had gotten two drinks for the both of us.

“That was hot” Ant says, smirking, giving me a drink. “Thanks”, I accept the drink, there are not many words I can say after being so … open on stage

“Say, do you have something to do after this whole party thingy?” Ant asks. I take a sip of my drink, “Well I was probably going to go somewhere with Amerie and the rest, but I can skip it because it sounds like you want to propose something” I say turning my head sideways.

Ant chuckles, “Well I do have some Spanish words I need to learn, so if you want to come over to tutor me” he says. “Got any movies we can watch?” I ask. 

“Does Spider-Man sound good?” Ant says, giving me his hand just like he did when he asked me to dance. I take his hand “It would be a pleasure to tutor you” I say. 

He drags me away from the crowd, out the club.

He’s such a dork.

this sounds so cornyyy PLEASSEE. hopefully the dance moves translated as how I envisioned them.

[dreamingonclds]

Everything Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 945

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 1

Note: This is my first official fic, I hope all goes well! This isn't fully edited but, I just wanted to put it out there. I hope you enjoy and thanks!!!

Chapter 1

“Hey, hey!”, says your manager strutting into the hotel room you were getting ready in.

“Good morning!”, you say chirpily as you turn to look at the door she came through

Your eyes follow her as she comes to sit on the lounge chair across from the studio chair you're sitting on.

You're currently getting your makeup done as today will be a full day of press for a new Netflix show you just wrapped on. Considering you started acting at 18 and you're currently 23, it’s easy to say you’ve been pretty successful. Many say you’re the best actress of your generation, you got nominated for an Emmy after your first acting job and you're getting job offers left and right. But, you’ve always felt like it wasn’t hard work that got you where you are today; you’ve always believed it was just luck. You never even considered acting in the first place, it just kind of happened. 

You had always lived a normal life, you were born and raised in California to a middle class hard working Mexican family. Up until high school you were just living life as normally as possible. During middle school you developed a love for music which led you to try and pursue it once you started high school. 

You didn’t have to try very hard for people to notice you, you were just that good. But, that didn’t mean you didn’t work hard, after you got your record deal at 17 you tried your best to make hit after hit. You were always afraid the success wouldn't last very long. But after countless number 1s, sold out shows, and very passionate fans; you were sure you made the right choice. 

Soon after graduating highschool you were put into a meeting with your team, they just wanted to know if you wanted to solely focus on music or explore other art forms. You only had eyes for music but they saw your potential and pushed you to try. It wouldn’t hurt to try right, so you gave it your best shot. If you thought you were successful back then you were in for a surprise. Your popularity skyrocketed and multiplied by millions it seemed. You were quickly considered one of the most famous and influential young artists of the generation.

…

“So, I have gone through and confirmed the schedule for these upcoming weeks. But, there is one last thing that just came up. I wanted to go over it with you before I set everything up” she says as she opens and begins typing on her laptop.

Jen, your manager has been with you since high school and has climbed every step of the journey with you. Although she works for you, she is more like an older sister you never had, that and the fact that she’s only eight years older than you.

“Mhm” you nod at Jen as to not disturb your makeup artist who is putting your lipstick on.

“It’s this car racing thingy, something about giving you a tour and meeting each team. I think it’s called Formula something. Anyways, I’m about to send the email back saying no, it doesn’t look like it’s worth our time.” She says nonchalantly

You sit there eyes wide, “Jen are you kidding me, never say no to Formula One!” you semi yell

“I looked into it, it just looked like funny cars going in circles for what seems like forever. But no worries, I’ll just change that no to a yes.”

“I didn’t even know you were into racing, when did you get into this anyway?” she says typing while looking at you waiting for an answer

“Umm, I don’t really remember the exact year but, I think in elementary school. My dad always woke up at 6:00 am to watch the races each weekend”, you say as the makeup artist fixes your eyebrows one last time

“Wow, you’re more into it than I thought. Why have you never mentioned it before?!”

“I mean I haven’t really been caught up with it at all, you know after everything took off I didn’t have time for it”

“Oh that reminds me, the race is in Monaco in exactly two weeks. So, it’ll be the last thing you’ll have to do right before your break” she says matter of factly

“Yes, I can’t wait for it!” you groan in delight leaning back in your chair as your glam team is packing up to leave.

“Yeah, I think I judged it too early, this seems more like a vacation than anything. And these racers, why didn’t you tell me they were this attractive” she says raising her eyebrows at you

You laugh and sit up, “I mean that isn’t what it’s all about but yeah, they’re easy on the eyes for sure. I had the biggest crush on Lando Norris like a year back.” 

You feel your cheeks and ears heat up as you remember your crush, you’d never supported Mclaren until him. You’d always been a Ferrari fan, a die hard Tifosi. Your dad would kill you if he found out your heart was half orange.

Jen waves her hands in front of you, “Earth to Y/N”

“Umm it doesn’t really seem like this crush has passed. Now I know why you want to go so bad!” she teases and giggles at you

You cover your face and blush even harder

You get up and walk towards the closet, “Just help me get dressed Jen, please” you giggle and plead at her hoping she’ll forget about it

She gets up and follows you, “Whatever you say girlfriend” she laughs

[operafantomet]

Just saw phantom live at west end and wow! The sets were big! Now I wonder if other replicas had bigger sets.

For a second I read that as "West End Live", AKA the annual concert thingie with led screens... And I was like HUH?

Then I understood what you meant. Heh.

First and foremost, I am so happy you had a good time at POTO. It is a beautiful show. I am a huge fan of Maria Bjørnson's set and costume design, and still today - some 30 years after I became a fan - I can be utterly floored by certain scenes.

As far as set size goes West End is actually one of the smaller. Not SMALL, but smaller. Some of the biggest to date include (in no particular order):

The Las Vegas production 2006-2012, with its especially-built theatre with gigantic stage, dome, and "chandelier in pieces". Huge production, larger-than-life details.

The original Hamburg production 1990-2001. Another theatre built to house Phantom (and today one of the top musical theatre buildings in Germany). Extremely wide stage, to the point where Maria Bjørnson was not entirely happy with the proscenium layout. It didn't blend as well as elsewhere. In some scenes it also felt like the cast literally had to run across stage to get into position in time. Oh Hamburg. Needless to say, they narrowed the stage for the revival 2013-2015.

The Stuttgart production 2002-2004 also featured a big stage. I can't tell if it was bigger than Neue Flora in Hamburg or not, but it was in the same vein.

Oh! But also the original Los Angeles production (1989-1993). Massive proscenium and stage. And yet I don't have a single good photo showing the proscenium or its scale. Hmpf.

I would also mention the World Tour, which has toured in at times huge arenas. It didn't necessarily make the proscenium bigger, but they sometimes did the extended side sculpture look, where there is a drape structure under the sculptures. This was the case when I saw the show in the fairly brand new Zorlu Theatre in Istanbul 2015:

This could even be considered one of the smaller World Tour stages. In other cases they've been in huge operas or also arenas. Again, it doesn't necessarily mean the set-up on stage is bigger, but it does something with the overall scale. Here's Hong Kong 2014:

Compared to these Her Majesty's Theatre is way more intimate, both in Maria Bjørnson's original proscenium design and chandelier:

And the new wider and angel-less design for the revival:

Just to continue showing the range of set-ups... I suspect one of the smallest stages they've performed the show has been in Copenhagen. The stage is tall, but narrow, and quite cramped backstage. They were originally told no when they wanted to do the show, due to the backstage and understage space. But they came up with lots of methods to make sets foldable, collapable or deconstructable, and hoisting furniture and set pieces up in the air. And they made it work. Very well! But this production didn't feature any side sculptures, just like the riginal Stockholm production where they got the sets from, to not obstruct side view of the already narrow stage.

Now compare those proportions (and especially the Golden Angel, which I don't think differ a lot in size between productions) to the Las Vegas stage... quite the difference, both with and without the side boxes in the auditorium.

...and that has been today's proscenium and stage nerding... Hah!

[buzzyb33]

Oh, well.

Prompt: Harry and Y/n meet online, after deciding or meet up in north London, a couple weeks later they meet each other again a couple weeks later under extremely different circumstances.

Warnings: swearing,

I just got back from meeting a boy, something I didn’t usually do, but I’d been talking to Harry as I met him online for a while now and we just met up.

Harry was a YouTuber, part of a big YouTube group with the money and looks to get him through life like a breeze.

I had a pretty decent job too, I was a photographer who travelled around Europe to take photos of models and scenery which got me a decent amount of money, so having a gorgeously decorated 2 bedroom apartment in London was perfect for me.

I streamed on twitch sometimes and had a small audience which I mainly did for fun.

I grin as I lock my door as squeal as that was one of my first ‘dates’ in years.

I smile and flop down on my bed.

A couple hours later as I’m cleaning my house I get a call from my younger brother, Tommy who was seventeen, eight years younger than me.

“Hello?” I say as my music turns off in my AirPods replaced by the phone call.

“Y/n! I- dad has a new girlfriend!” He announces with obvious pride in his voice.

“And how do you know that?” I respond as I keep washing up.

“Right- he’s been on his phone a lot more than normal, he’s been leaving around 9-11 every Thursday and he left in a suit today, he came back at 11 and there was lipstick on his collar, and he’s just been happier.” He says in a nonchalant tone.

Our mother died years ago- seven to be exact.

“Right- okay- sure Tommy, let him tell us in his own time- don’t push him.” I say as I start washing my hands.

“Yeah- right, bye n/n.” He says as the line cuts dead.

A couple weeks later, where me and Harry are getting more serious with more dates (and a couple make out sessions) my dad invites me other for dinner hesitantly saying he has a girlfriend- confirming Tommys suspicions.

As I arrive to the other side of London and see my dad and brother they both hug me as my dad clears his throat: “y/n- I as I’ve said in our group thingy- I have a- I’m seeing another woman, I have been for around 6 months now.. and- she’s coming round, Y/n, she has a son your age, a daughter two years younger and another son who isn’t coming- so look presentable- please.” He finishes with a clap of his hands and a pointed look in Tommy’s direction.

He scoffs and goes upstairs.

Today I was wearing a dark green button up crop top, black cargos, a belt, some jewellery, basic makeup and had my long black hair down.

Man hour later, when my dad was almost finished with making the spaghetti bolognaise there’s a knock at that door which Tommy runs to answer.

A couple seconds later, an older woman, who was pretty for her age walks in, followed by a young girl- early twenties and a boy- he looks up and as we lock eyes my jaw drops, his eyes widen and I gulp.

Harry.

What the fuck?

My face heats up as I fake a smile and introduce myself to them.

I get to Harry and shake his hand, which lingers for a bit too long as we look into each others eyes.

“I’m- Y/n..” I say to him and he nods.

“I’m, uh, Harry.” He says back.

We sit at that table with him directly opposite me, my dad to my left.

Around ten minutes later, when I’m just spinning my spaghetti on a fork my dad taps my shoulder.

“Why don’t you get to know Harry? You’re the same age-“ he starts but I cut in. “Dad were not twel-“ he cuts me off. “No! I insist! Go show him around the area! Let me talk to Tricia- Rosie is with Tom- go!” He says and shoos us off.

I frown as I bend down to tie my laces, feeling Harry’s eyes on me.

I look up at him and stand back up, leaving the house.

“This is- awkward.” He says as we get a little away from my house.

I nod and scratch my head.

“What now? Do- we.. keep.. seeing-“ he stops me.

“Only if you want to- I don’t want any tension- between us- or our parents.” He says.

I look up at him and smile.

“I- like you.. a lot I- don’t want to stop seeing you..” I say hesitantly as he smiles.

“I like you a lot too.. I want us to keep being a thing.. but- uhm- I don’t think we can- tell our parents..” he says and I nod.

I smile and take his hand.

We hold hands as we walk.

I lean closer to him as we walk around the area in silence.

When we arrived back we let go of each others hands and sit on the main sofa, Rosie and Tommy were in his room playing Minecraft and our parents were laughing over wine in the kitchen.

I smile at Harry.

“It’s like my friends when we were little- I think you’re going to be staying tonight.” I giggle slightly.

He laughs back.

“I can say I’m going home- so can you- we can still.. stay together.” He suggests with a smile.

After we left, we got McDonald’s and made out in the parking lot while laughing.

Sneaking around our parents won’t be as easy.

A/n: I like this one!

Anyway request me whatever read my page rules if your unsure and if something isn’t specified ask!

[nishimiyachan55]

My curse boyfriend

(chapter 3)

Pairing : Mahito(jujutsu kaisen)xreader

Chapter : 3/?

Other chapters : chapter 1 , 2 , 4 , 5

'a curse'

Opening the doorknob you entered your apartment. It was pitch dark inside. You hit the light button and gestured mahito to come inside. You closed the door and threw your bag on to the couch and took off your shoes and placed it on the shoe rack. 

"um....can you take off your shoes and put it here? Actually I don't like dirtying my floor...hehe" 

Corners of his mouth turned into a frown. but he decided to follow your order. After putting his shoes on the rack he started to wander around your house. Checking all the things you arranged in place, posters on your wall, your anime merchs, the way you arranged your closet and the picture frame with your best friend. Taking it in his hand he asked "who is this?"

"ah that's my best friend...."you replied to him while taking off your jewelries. 

"best friend! Does that mean she is someone special to you?" He asked out of curiosity 

"she could be annoying at sometimes but yeah she is very special to me" sitting on the chair in front of your mirror you turned your head towards his side and smiled at him.

He wasn't sure of this best friend thingy but he knew humans could make strong bonds with each other. He didn't want to question it more. instead his eyes searched for something else....Something else he was expecting to see but couldn't find in your room,

"Y/n, i thought you like to read a lot, but why there isn't any books in your room?"

His question made your jaw drop, embarrassment took over you as you search for an answer. 

"ah....i...! I usually read on my phone". Without thinking more you answered with a fake but confident smile. 

"hmm.... really! You can read on your phone!?" He hummed still not satisfied with your answer. 

"yes. Here see...." You opened a manga reader app in your phone and showed him the manga you were reading. That was the only thing you like to read. Books were always boring to you. So you never initiated to read them.

"i see.... you're into stuff like this huh....! but i like books more. Its more comforting than this electronic thingies" he smiled. 

You didn't want to push this conversation much further so you walked to your kitchen.He followed you putting his hands on his pocket. 

"so...what do you like to eat....? Don't worry, im not that bad at cooking" you giggled.

"hmm....eat huh! Anything you like" his face brightened with a smile, "I'll eat anything you cook for me Y/n". Actually he felt really happy. Questions like this were first for him. Even though he didn't need to eat he wanted to try things you could make for him. Maybe he will compliment your cooking even if he couldn't taste anything. 

"ah well then....just wait here, lemme change my clothes and I'll be right back" you walked to your room with a smiling face and locked the door. Walking towards the mirror you started unbuttoning your shirt. After doing the last button you raised your head to peer up at the mirror. A short breath came out from your mouth. He was standing right behind you! Your eyes widened as you turn to face him with a jerk.

"what!! Are you..." Before you could finish your sentence he pushed you back against the mirror. Your thighs hit the vanity table and losing balance you sat on it. You did lock the door right!! Then how did he came inside!!?

You stared at him blankly when he came closer, and he planted his hands on your thighs spreading your leg wide and placed your legs on his hips. Your back pinned on the mirror. Heart starting to beat fast as the feeling of fear started taking over you. You covered your chest pulling both sides of your unbuttoned shirt. He leaned forward and touched your hair slowly caressing it.

"i told you Y/n im gonna make our this date even better than last one" he held your chin up forcing you to look into his eyes "don't you wanna have fun with me....??" The look in his eye turned into a sharp glance.

 You weren't ready for this. You never expected a sudden move like this from him. It's not like you never wanted to do it with him, it's just you weren't ready at the moment. After all its only your second meeting.

"No...! Just get away from me" you tried to push him back pressing your hands on his chest. But he didn't even move a bit, you could tell he was too strong. His hand moved from your chin tracing down to your neck. a sharp noise of a knife like thing in your ear held your body still. Your eyes shifted to his hand on your neck. The sight of it made you tremble with fear. His hand shaped into a knife! and it was pressing against your throat. He can change the shape of his hand!!?? The pressure formed in your chest started to come up to the throat stopping right under where he held that knife. 

"No....! please" a whimper came out from your mouth. eyes filling with tears you begged for mercy. 

"you're not suppose to say NO to me Y/n, say Yes. Come on.... say it" he put a little more pressure on the knife almost wounding your skin. The look on his face made you shudder. It wasn't like the cute one you saw before, it was a terrifying one with that evil grin. 

Tears falling down to your cheek you said "Yes..."

"That's good, now stay like that. You're going to be a good toy for me Y/n.....Aren't you?" He looked at you with that evil grin again. Pressing his hand on your thigh he said "Say Yes". his tone was a commanding one. 

"Yes" another whimper escaped from your mouth.

 His grin grew wider as he started trailing his hands over your thigh sliding your skirt up. When his hand reached to your clothed slit, one thumb rubbed against the fabric. You squirmed from his touch and the sight of you wriggling send sparks of excitement to his abdomen. He continued it until he felt a wet sensation on his finger. His lips curved into a grin. 

"hm....you like this huh...!? What if i put my finger inside....will you squirm more for me...?" He leaned to your shoulder and whispered in your ear. Your legs squeezed his hips unconsciously. It was all the answer he needed from you. He put his hand inside and slowly started to slide his middle finger along your slit. His other hand still held that knife on your throat while the other started giving pleasure to you. A feeling of pleasure mixed with fear...  

"Mahito...! Please... stop...." You tried to fight back the warm feeling forming inside your core. But he never stopped he put another finger in and started to thrust in a fast and slow pace. You couldn't hold back the soft moan escaped from your mouth. He kept thrusting inside you pulling his fingers back and forth. The hands placed on his chest for pushing him away slowly tugged into his cloth but this time to pull him closer. 

The sight of you was absolute pleasure to him.... Your head under his knife, hands tugging on his clothes pulling him closer, your legs squeezing his hips and the moans made by your lips. 

You couldn't hold back yourself from almost about to cum. But that's when he pulled his hand out. You peered at him, your face turned into confusion and disappointment hit you. but still you try not to show it. He held his hand in front of you , fingers coated with your wet juices, with a smile he smeared it on your chest finally retrieving that knife from your throat. 

"that was too close... isn't it?" He smiled at you bringing back that innocence in his face like as if he didn't put a knife on your throat. At that time you thought he was done with you. But you were wrong. He was just starting.... Lowering himself down on his knees he sunk into the floor and he placed your legs on his shoulder. You couldn't stop your self from shivering when the feeling of shame hit your body. 

"calm down Y/n im not gonna hurt you. Don't be scared, im just trying to make our date a memorable one..." his sudden change in behavior made you a little calm but still not convincing to push back the fear he made before. He threatened you just before this and now he is trying to comfort you.

He leaned closer to your cunt, his hair swirled on your thighs, his cool breath tickled your lower half. Before you could react he pressed his tongue on your wet cloth. His saliva mixing with your wetness, he started to move his tongue upwards and downwards and in circles. You raised your hand to cover your mouth to block your self from moaning. But his hands grabbed on to your wrists holding it still. He gave a sharp glance up to you showing his disapproval and he licked the corner his lip. You closed your eyes and quickly turned your head to the other side. You bit your bottom lip trying to suppress the pleasure he gave you. 

The sound of his giggle made you open your eyes again and you tilted your head to look at him. He pulled his head back, glancing up to you and he gave you that innocent smile again.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking. Is he going to pull that knife on you again or is he gonna give more pleasure to you...you couldn't understand this guy, he is just unpredictable. 

He slowly started to slide down the cloth under your skirt. Your eyes widened and embarrassment rushed to your face. That's when you lost control of your self.  

"Just let me go you freak!!" Taking all Your strength you tried to pull your hands from his grip. twisting your body, you put one leg on his chest trying to push him away and with your other leg you kicked on his face. 

Luckily you were able to move yourself from his grip. You covered your exposed self with your skirt in a quick movement and curled your legs up on the vanity table. It was a sudden reflex of your brain from the feeling of pride. You never wanted to get raped by someone, even if you like the guy. 

Then you looked down at him. He didn't move a bit from there, he just stood still on his knees keeping his head tilted to the side from your kick. He never expected that. He thought you will never resist after he pulled a knife on you. 

The feeling of fear took your body,a cold feeling in your chest. You knew you messed up. Why did you do that! You could just stay there just taking the pleasure he provided you. Your damn pride wouldn't allow that. Now he is gonna be so mad at you. No! Maybe he's going to kill you. 

Tears flood down from your eyes, you were expecting to see his mad face when he tilted his head to face you. Instead you found a smiling cute face. He started to giggle, soon turned into a big laugh. Not an evil one, but a really cute and sweet laugh. He threw his head back closing his eyes and he pushed himself back from his knees to sit on the floor almost like a fall. He kept laughing so loudly like he was laughing at something really funny. 

Your face turned into a frown, confusion taking over you. Why is he laughing? Is it because he find it funny!! Or....is it because he is going to kill you!!?? You couldn't move your self from there. You just sit there, frozen.... 

After taking a deep breath he looked at you "you were better than I thought Y/n. I never thought you were this fun to play with" he slowly raised himself from the floor and placed his hands on the table pushing himself up against you. He leaned closer caging you under him. You curled your self under his chest expecting him to turn himself into a sharp object to kill you. 

"don't be scared Y/n, im not gonna hurt you...come here.." he hugged you tight wrapping his arms around you, like a hug of comfort. But you thought he is going to squeeze you hard and going to kill you by breaking your bones. But he didn't. He leaned back lifting you in his arms and walked towards the bed. 

He dropped you right into the pillows. You tried to get up in a flash but his hand held your head pushing you back. Your head sank into the pillows. When his hand retrieved from your face you glance up to him. What you saw before your eyes hitched your breath. 

He was removing his top. now you could see his big chest, toned muscles and his abs. He was more hotter than you thought. You couldn't blink your eyes from the sight of his body. At that point you decided you are not going to resist him no matter what he do. He looked to your face and gave a soft smile. 

How can someone be this hot and cute at the same time!! You never felt this feeling towards any other human males before. He wasn't a human after all. 

But, You skip a beat when you saw what's under his pants. It was so huge... your eyes widened on the sight. Heat rushed to your lower half as he leaned closer and crawled on top of you. His face right above yours staring into your eyes. You could hear your heartbeat in your ear. 

"don't try to resist this time Y/n....., last time i allowed it. don't expect me to do the same again...." It was a warning. His smiling face didn't hide that sharpness in his voice. 

You laid under him like a good toy when he removed the rest of your clothes. You didn't resist, you didn't dare.... Laying all exposed under him. He lifted your head and wrapped his hand behind your neck allowing you to rest your head on his hand. He trailed his tongue along the crook of your neck pulling you closer to him and nuzzled on the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and clung your teeth. When he pull back his head he looked down at you with a crooked smile.

His fingers wrapped on your wrist and he lifted your left hand along with it to his lips. He started kissing on each of your fingers one by one. At that moment you thought he was expressing his sweet love to you. 

When he kissed the tip of your left ring finger he pushed it inside his mouth and gave you a rough bite with his teeth. You couldn't stop the scream came from your mouth. It hurt so bad....and tears trailed down to your hair. When he pulled his mouth back leaving your finger, you could see his bite mark on your finger with blood, a mark that look exactly like a ring... a present of love from him...

"here....take it. Now this will tell...you belongs to me....Don't worry when it fades I'll make sure to give you another one Y/n. It stays on your finger, forever..."

No it wasn't a gift! It was a mark of his dominance over you. The only thing you could do was crying with pleasure and pain at the same time when he started thrusting into you with his cock. He was rough, his pace was too fast and it shook your whole body. You held your hand on the side of your tear soaked pillow squeezing it in your fist. You even lost the count of your orgasm, your brain couldn't handle this feeling Mahito gave you.

 You breathed heavily trying to pull your self together. But that didn't work when his thrusts hit harder on your inside. You thought you would break in half. You tilted your head to look at the clock beside your bed. What time is it? When did he start this? It's been at least two hours! Is it? Or maybe more than that!?

 He pressed his palm on your jaw and forced your head to look on his face. He was watching you all this time even when you closed your eyes. He was enjoying each and every second of his view in delight. The pain and pleasure he is causing you. Absorbing each minor expression you made for him....

He quickened his pace preparing to give you the final thrust. He knew you couldn't handle more at this point. At this rate if he continues this, maybe he will end up breaking you. He didn't want to break his new toy this soon. So even if he didn't wanted to but he decided to end this right now. 

Your hands moved to wrap on his shoulders when overstimulation hit your core. You hugged him tighter in your arms with shivering legs. one hand pulling fist full his lakeshore blue hair and with a loud moan you released your cum at the same time when his white ooze filled your inside. He gave a light soft moan in your ears along with it, squeezing you into his chest. 

He stayed on top of you like that for a couple of minutes, you both panting heavily. He could hear your heartbeat so louder. After a moment of silence a light laugh came from his mouth. He lifted his face from your neck and glanced into your eyes with that soft innocent smile. That mesmerizing eyes were something else right! The way it stares into yours always made your mind wanting to kiss him. But you didn't do that, instead you asked him with panting unsteady voice

"Mahito, wha..!!what.... are you...!!?"

He stroked on your hair with his fingers moving the strands of hair covering your forehead 

"A 'curse'...., a curse born from human hatred...."

[rbvcdeluxe]

Use this as an excuse to dump a bunch of Hatchetfield headcanons, go nuts dude

YEAAAA

(I want to say that Melissa is mentioned in this. Jus in case someone is uncomfortable with Hey Melissa references)

The nerds have a groupchat. Grace sends "Jesus loves you!" gifs every morning, and also a bunch of praying emojis constantly.

This one is just silly and nothing serious, but sometimes the Lords in Black when they are in human-like forms they like to play pretend and mock humans. They usually act as if they were siblings to make fun of that.

Ruth Fleming is a Tim Minchin and Bo Burnham fan. Her favorite songs are definitely Confessions, High School Party and Nerds (Studio)

Ted Spankoffski is ALSO a Tim Minchin fan. This one is unexplainable honestly, my brain just told me this hc and I went with it, but look, it makes sense to me. His favorite song is Beauty.

Shopper #4 has committed multiple crimes. Mainly tax fraud. I have no reasons for this one, I just know it.

People from Clivesdale know what Hatchetfield says about them, but they think it's in a fun way. They think that Hatchetfield residents pretend to hate them for the funsies and Clivesdale does it back in a playful manner, but they don't know that Hatchetfield, does in fact, HATE THEM and it is not a joke for them. Fuck Clivesdale.

Grace is always carrying a little teeny bible in her backpack, it is so damn small.

Frank Pricely is TRANS. this hc started as a joke but I started to take it seriously at some point. It's just the idea of it that is so funny. Frank basically came out with a friend of his by saying "Can I be frank with you?” and like, he told his friend that he was trans BUT he didn't know with what name to go by and asked him to help him chose a name, his friend thought about it and since he said 'frank' because he said the ‘can I be frank with you’ thingy and Pricely actually liked the name and then LATER ON his friend realized how fucking funny his name was considering that Frank is the capitalist ever and his last name is Pricely.

Ruth forced Grace to watch Jesus Christ Superstar.

Charlotte and Sam don't have any wedding pictures, so they don't have any visual memories of that day.

Char and Sam were high school sweethearts.

Ruth, Richie and Pete like to make gift exchanges every christmas and they get the stupidest shit ever for each other. And for some reason Ted also participates sometimes.

Mr. Davidson sometimes likes to write poems for Carol. I have no reason for this headcanon, I just think it's cute.

Melissa has watched The Human Centipede and it's her favorite movie even if she won't say it. She may say that she has watched it but isn't explicit about liking it.

Deb owns at least over 6 different pairs of boots.

When Blinky and Pokey are in a human-like forms, Pokey sometimes plays fullass one-man-shows for Blinky for the funsies.

Richie loves energy drinks.

Oddly specific (hyperspecific) headcanon that I came up with as a joke but now I think it's way too funny to let it go: Sam has a Samsung phone ONLY in the TGWDLM timeline. In any other timeline he has a different one, but in The Guy he has a Samsung. I won't even explain why I think it's too obvious and it would ruin the joke if I do explain.

The nameless background characters that Lauren and Jeff are playing in La Dee Dah Dah Day are both non binary and are also dating. Idk, I don't have explanation for this one, I just went with the vibes.

Melissa has a fullass document dedicated to cat pictures.

In CCRP they sometimes play board games, Mr. Davidson is usually the one who chooses the game.

I can't think of more right now so YES I WILL REBLOG TO ADD MORE LATER!!

[qjaidenhere]

BEGGING to hear about ur familoier au plssss

Okok so!! This is a Jaiden and Bobby centric au with some Roier (I mostly came up with this au because I was sad about Jaiden and Bobby and wanted them to be happy) it’s very slice of life fluffy modern au- just them being happy together :]] just know this is extremely self indulgent because I want them to be happy and if feels ooc or something no it doesn’t :]

much more under cut

Bobby often goes to the park with his family!! He likes to brings his fake sword and swing it at anything and everything he sees. he also likes to pick the many flowers around the park to make flower crowns!! It’s rare for a friend (or parent) of Bobby’s to not have at least one of his flower crowns (and his parents often have at least one flower of his on them all the time)

Bobby also loves to paint with his family!! He will draw on canvas, walls, his own skin, whatever, so he often has doodles up and down his arms. The family will often put aside time in the day for them to paint together (at Bobby’s request) and it’s often his highlight of the day :D he likes to copy Jaiden’s arm tattoos with his drawings on his arms (though he won’t admit it to her) and he often draws his family or his friends!!

Bobby also has two dogs- a big brown newfoundland named Oso and his husky named Tripita (he’s also named the two raccoons outside and sometimes tries to take them inside but they always escape)

Jaiden is a freelance artist who works on commission who is roommates with Roier. She is learning Spanish for both Roier and Bobby (who is bilingual) and they both encourage and help her while she’s learning! She went to law school for a bit when she was younger- but ended up dropping out.

all the eggs go to the same school and are all in the same class (for the older eggs) and the younger eggs (when they come into the story) often hang out with them at lunch and such :D Roier also babysits Tilin on the weekends so they and Bobby are pretty good friends (though they sometimes joke at being rivals) and Dapper sometimes comes over for sleepovers!

All the eggs are kind of close which means that their parents also all know each other because of their kids- it’s how some of them get to know each other at first but a fair few knew each other beforehand!

Misc thingys:

-the city is name quesadilla city

-jaiden once spent a day going from store to store to find the specific brand of french fries that she and Bobby likes lmao

-Jaiden often shows Bobby the basics of her job/s because of his interest in art

-Bobby is in awe of Juannaflippa because of her nerf gun

-all of the eggs are around 8-10 in this au I think but I’m still figuring out ages

-the au is called a garden of missed promises

-jaiden dyes her hair and convinces Roier to get a streak (she wanted him to get blue but they settled on red) and Bobby begged enough that they got him a blue underside of his hair

-they love to go biking together around the city

-the federation is kinda just the government for now,, they’re not nearly as bad as the canon federation and mostly are just in the background

-when they save up enough money they sometimes go out to a cottage on the countryside and hang around there

-Bobby and Tilin originally met when they had a fight at school that turned into their Roier and Q fighting over who has the best kid (they mostly made up though)

also it’s a sort of fantasy modern au only in that they are still hybrids instead of all being human- Jaiden is a parrot hybrid, Roier is a spider hybrid, Bobby is a dragon hybrid, pretty standard (not all the eggs are dragon hybrids though)

it’s VERY early qsmp based if you couldn’t tell already though I do want to add some of the other language creators (especially cellbit for spiderbit) but I’m still working on figuring out how they would work in this au! also Pepito and Empanada are going to be confusing to fit into this au- I don’t want to not include them but idk,, if y’all have any ideas they would be greatly appreciated

also people who expressed interest: (sorry for tag! I won’t do it again I just wanted to show y’all in all the same place)

@13minmailman

@kaihuntrr

@sleepdeprivedbooklover

@fruitlessjam48

@v01dw4tch3r

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello, dear author-san! Could I request Mammon, Satan and Lucifer with an s/o that has a bunch of unrelated skills and talents? Botany, cooking, ice sculpting, pottery, textile work, painting, jewellery making, gambling, etc. This is prolly really weird, sorry.

Lucifer, Mammon, Satan + multi-hobby reader

Lucifer

“Hello darling.” Lucifer greeted as he came into the den. “How is the crochet coming?”

“Oh I gave up on that.” [Y/N] replied cheerfully. “I’m taking up needle point now.”

Lucifer sighed and sat down across from them. He never questioned [Y/N]’s invested interest in new hobbies. Whatever constructively helped them pass the time. Sometimes they were good, like when they took up new cooking techniques or gardening. Some where less good, like when they took up axe throwing and put a big gaping hole in the wall. His only complaint was that they perhaps had too many hobbies. Constantly changing them and never seeing one through.

“You know, if you stuck with your hobbies for a while, you might find that you improve on them. You don’t have to be instantly good at every new thing you try.”

“I know that.” Their tone did not sound convincing, however. “I just like to try new things.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Lucifer agreed. “And there’s nothing wrong with giving up on things you don’t actually interest you in the end. However, if you don’t give these hobbies of yours a proper chance you’ll never know. Sometimes the things that are the most challenging offer the greater reward when we accomplish them.”

[Y/N] sat their needlepoint down and looked at Lucifer. “Maybe you’re right. I guess I could give it another shot. I did buy all that new yarn.”

Lucifer smile. “Whatever makes you happy darling.”

Mammon

“Ow! What the--! Who’s Akuzon order is all over the damn lobby?!”

“Sorry! It’s mine!” [Y/N] apologized. Jogging up to Mammon to get their boxes.

“Oh…ok.” He knelt down to pick up one of the boxes. Suddenly pain & anger free from almost tripping over them a moment ago. “What is all this?”

“My new leather press.” Mammon gave them a confused look, which made [Y/N] chuckle. “It’s for making leather belts or jewelry. Stuff like that.”

“Belts hn?” Mammon replied as he helped carry the boxes upstairs now. “Well, if ya ever need a model for ‘em. Look no further than right here!”

[Y/N] chuckled again. “A model? Why would I need that?”

“For when ya take the pictures to try and help sell ‘em.”

“I’m not going to sell them.”

“Then why bother?” Clearly this made no sense to him.

“I don’t know. It just seemed like a fun thing to try. Besides, I don’t even know if I’ll be good at it.”

“I’m sure ya will be. You’re good at everything.” Mammon seemed to realize that he had said that out loud, and his ears turned red. “I mean, I’m sure it can’t be that hard. You just pull this handle thingy down over the leather and it works like that, right? Any idiot can do that.”

“Well, this ‘idiot’ is gonna try.” [Y/N] teased. Making Mammon pout. “But, I tell you what, I may not need to model but I can make you a belt once I get the hang of it. How about that?”

Mammon’s face lit up for a moment, but then he tried to tamper it down. “I mean…yeah, sure. If you want to. I guess that would be cool.”

He then proceeded to wear it every day once he got it.

Satan

“What are you reading?” Satan asked as he came up to [Y/N] with their nose buried in a book.

“It’s a book on gardening.” They replied. “I was really interested in the herbology lesson the other day, so I wanted to see about maybe growing some of the plants to keep around here.”

“That’s very ambitious.” He told them. “Devildom plants are notoriously tricky to grow in a control environment. They like to be wild.”

“Like the people?” [Y/N] asked. Giving Satan a cheeky look. To which he smiled.

“I suppose. Which one are you going to try first?”

“I was thinking this one.” They showed him a picture of some flowers, commonly now as Magpie Blooms. “They look really pretty and I thought that they would brighten up the house.”

“They will up until the point they try to kill us.” Satan interjected. “Magpies are aromatically poisonous.”

[Y/N] quickly turned the book around with a startled, “what??” and re-read the passage. “Geez. You’d think they’d mention it in here.”

“It’s sort of common knowledge to us.

[Y/N] sighed and sat the book down. “Don’t get discouraged [Y/N]. There are a lot of other, perfectly lovely plants that aren’t nearly as dangerous. Tell you what, why don’t we try this new hobby together? I’ve always liked plants. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but enough. And learning a new topic is always interesting. Why do you say?”

[Y/N] beamed and said, “ok!” Before opening the book again and sitting next to Satan to go over it.

Satan, of course, thought that their first attempt should be for catnip. They settled on a lavender bush instead, but there may have been a small pot of catnip secretly growing in Satan’s room later.

[o-o-lover-o-o]

WHY PEOPLE LIKES YANDERE

What's a yandere? a yandere are people seemingly nice and kind at first, but then turning violent, possessive, and obsessed toward their love connection.

There is something really alluring about someone who is so consumed by you that they would kill everybody who came near you in order to have you all to themselves. Although the majority of married people will never know such intense devotion in their lives, many of them may be able to relate to others in some small way. Because they have an unfathomable love for you. And to such an extent that it actually makes people nuts.

Yandere characters' love is almost usually misplaced and depressing. They are sometimes oddly sympathetic, especially if you've ever experienced lovesickness, because they are so broken that no one could ever love them. Up until they become completely insane, they are easy to sympathize with.

What drew me into these kinds of characters is because of their unique way of showing love that can make someone feel secure and loved. Many people want to be loved. That's why people prefer yandere to be their lover. Because yandere are overly obsessed and probably won't dump the person they were interested in. So you can be chill and be yourself without worrying of being abandoned but you need to be faithful to not trigger this character (yandere) to kill you or isolate you.

Usually their yandere tendencies peak when they are pushed to the edge to the point that they snap and become unhealthy. This type of people (yandere) are who stick to traditional views in marriage like, ‘till death do us apart’ thingy.

The downside of having a yandere darling is them, constantly being overprotective and insecure that whoever you talk with, they would get jealous and thinking you will leave them (poor yandere 😔). That's why most of the yandere, isolate, chain or kidnap the person they are interested in. It's a literal red flag yet we crave someone that would tie us up so they can have us am i going crazy or nah. Also red means i love u, its heart ❤️….i think that's a good reason enough to make the red flag a yes, right?.

Its nice to have someone who loves you and so devoted and passionate about being in a relationship with you. Someone that will value you. Maybe people just want to be loved or maybe people secretly want to get stab and die

[femboty2k]

WOAGH I got tagged by @elliegoose to do a thingy!

now the tag game was to introduce yourself with:

one tv show

one movie

one album

one video game

I, however, liked that they did two and I am ALSO cute and get to do whatever I want so im gonna do two, too.

TV shows: The Venture Bros. and Hilda

talk about opposite ends of the spectrum, eh? Now Venture Bros. will always come with an asterisk, that being that it's an Adult Swim show that was created in the early 2000s by two white guys. Its comedy, especially in earlier seasons, can be unsavory. I'm a big believer in things being imperfect though. Not every show can live up to every standard, and sometimes you just need to roll your eyes at jokes that were made 10-20 years ago. If you can get past that what you get is an excellent and genuinely fun world full of Spyfi and Superhero parodies with a good story to boot.

Hilda, on the other hand, is a show for younger audiences based on a kids book series that largely has to do with various pieces of Scandinavian folklore. I've watched Hilda all the way through twice, once on my own as it was coming out and then once with my wife, and its just so so so lovely. The colour tones of red blue yellow and white, the delightful music, the adorable cast of characters and creatures, its such a good time. One of the best cozy up and just vibe it out shows imo. In my top 5 for sure.

Movies: Everything, Everywhere, All at once and Wolf Children.

What hasn't been said about EEAAO? It won awards that it damn well deserved, its got a perfect cast, it makes me cry every time I watch it. A compelling story about family and change, and the monumental difficulties that can come with them, as well as how different people survive hardships in their life, all wrapped up in the most batshit thing you've ever seen. Clair De Lune, THE SONG I GOT MY NAME FROM, is the main theme and it makes me tear up every time. In every universe, I would love to do laundry and taxes with you, and watch this movie.

Wolf Children isn't far off from that vein. I consider it to be Studio Chizu's magnum opus and I don't say that lightly. From the presentation and voice cast to the music and gorgeous art used in the movie, not even to MENTION how good the story about family, change, growing up, and letting go is, if you don't cry in the first 30 mins you should evaluate your emotional status. This movie means so much to me, its such a gorgeous story, and more people should know about it. Studio Chizu doesn't have a single miss in my opinion, just lesser and greater movies. Wolf Children is hands down the greatest.

Albums: Get Lonely by The Mountain Goats and No Dogs Allowed by Sidney Gish

What??? Clair's top two isn't DnB or something techno related???? Nah dog, I get sad a lot and have a thing for poetry. Get lonely was an album I listened to in some of the worst years of my adult life. I was 20 living with my family who made me miserable in a state that was (and still is) trying to get rid of people like me, and I had very little things that were mine. Walking around downtown Bartow, Florida, in the two weeks of winter that hell state gets while listening to John Darniel sing about soft agonies while watching my breath dissipate into the air? That was mine, and it always will be. TMG in general is I think my favourite band. The poetry on display in every one of their songs is just, too beautiful for my dumb ass to put in any meaningful way.

No Dogs Allowed was an album I listened to while working a midnight shift job I hated while also living with my family. Its an upbeat, quirky, kind of melancholy romp with songs that bring me back to driving from Bartow to Lakeland hoping I could stop myself from either killing myself or fucking up my friendships, whichever came first. Spoiler alert, I'm still alive. It also reminds me of the last big thing I ever did with my sibling before I left Florida for good, which was go to the Tampa Bay Aquarium with them. Several songs from the album were on the playlist I made for us, and hearing them always makes me want to shoot them a message to see if they're doing okay.

Video Games: Night in the woods and Final Fantasy XIV Online

Night in the woods is very, very near and dear to my heart. I honestly don't know what to say. If you've played it you know how good it is. How well written the story of Mae and her mental health crisis is. How it goes over things like poverty and trying to get by/make a better life. Family struggles that they don't talk to you about, small hometown decay that seeps into your every memory until the place you grew up in looks like a collection of distorted rotting shapes. I play it once a year in the fall, and each time I do its like seeing an old friend again. At the end of everything, hold onto everything.

Final Fantasy XIV Online is a game you can play with your friends. I could go on and on and on about how I have 1300 hours in this game and how I met some good friends on it, and how important it is to me as a piece of writing and a community and an experience. But we'd be here all day. FFXIV was there for me in some very tough times. I met new people, I grew distant from others, I have regrets and joys that I still carry with me. If you can get into it with the right people, the game really is something special. Its something to be shared, its a bustling community with all the edges that come with that, its a world where you can be a 7ft. tall elf with green eyes and white hair, and its a part of me.

As for who I wanna tag: @problematicmilf , @ninefoldrin , @baphomets-hairy-bonkhonagahoogs , @mobileleprechaun , and anyone who sees this and wants to do it too. This was fun! Hope I don't seem too lame lol.