#WE NEEEEEEDS a home

[exhaslo]

Would you ever consider doing anything for Miguel/Fem!Deadpool reader?

One who's honestly just kind of tease which makes it impossible for Miguel to figure out *why* he hates her flirting with other spidermen so much until the penny hits.

Bonus points for recklessness and brat energy from DP we all know they aint got no self control. Needs Miguel to definitely put her in her place.

Ohhhh, I have seen so much fan art of just regular Deadpool being a menace to Miguel, Dr. Strange and the TVA. It gets me excited to see the new movie coming out!

But yea, let's give into the chaos!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, bondage, angry sex?, p in v, language

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"For fuck's sake, why is there so many anomaly's popping up in different universes?" Miguel barked, tapping against his screens as he sent numerous Spiderman and women out to the field.

"Actually, based on the energy signatures, it seems to be the same anomaly."

"Impossible, one person jumping around all of these?" Miguel cussed lowly, trying to identify the new anomaly.

This new frustration was giving Miguel a reason to want to drink tonight. The speed he was working to try and understand this problem was honestly amazing. This was probably the fastest he has ever worked.

"Wow! No wonder why all of the Spiders I met say great things about you!" You gasped.

"Que?! (What)" Miguel hissed, seeing both a new intruder alert and anomaly alert appear at the same time, "Who-"

"Haiiiiiii! Pleasure to meet you, sexy ass, my name is (Y/N), I'm like the hottest version of me there is-"

"I. Don't. Care." Miguel hissed, jumping down from his platform and approaching you, "This attire...fuck-"

"Yeeeeep! I'mma Deadpool!" You chirped.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose before taking long, deep breathes. Once he regained a portion of his composure, he proceeded to grab you by the collar and drag you to the 'Go Home' Machine.

At least one of his problems were solved today. Hopefully you will stay in your dimension. Trying to ignore your chatter, Miguel couldn't help but notice some of the other Spiders avoiding eye contact. This annoyed Miguel. How many of them ran into you before saying anything?

"Hm? Oh like half of them." You replied. Miguel groaned loudly,

"Wasn't even a thought bubble," He muttered under his breathe before arriving in the room, "I don't want to see you here again. Stay in your world."

"Awe, but isn't fun! Not when I found such a squeezable ass-"

"Send. Her. Home!" Miguel spat.

It only took a second, but you were sent home immediately. Miguel took another deep breathe before returning to his office to hopefully relax.

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"Hehe, he gets so mad when he finds me wandering around this place. It totally isn't my fault that all of you guys think of taking a break here and I just-hop into those thoughts and end up here!" You huffed, talking to Peter B. Parker and Jessica.

"Yeah, yeah, we still don't understand the whole hopping into thought bubbles thing you say you do. It's so confusing." Peter huffed.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. I'd like to describe it as a comic book, but you guys won't understaaaaand, the readers will though!"

"Readers?" Jessica groaned softly. You just laughed,

"Oh yeah! The readers reading this now! So like, normally it's a comic I hop around or thought bubbles or I just rip through the screen, but this time...It's the readers who bring me here!"

"I think I'm more confused than when I started," Peter whined and turned to Jessica who tossed you into the 'Go Home' machine, "Look, just...don't come back before Miguel gets bad again."

"Hpmh! I just said it isn't my fault I keep coming back!" You whined loudly, "The readers and writer keeps bringing me here! I am meant to share my wisdom to Miguel!"

"Why do I hear that Deadpool's voice?" Miguel grumbled, holding a cup of coffee as he walked by, "Again?"

"See! He neeeeeeds me! That has to be why the writer keeps putting me here!"

"What the hell is she babbling about now?"

"Please, don't ask. I don't think my brain can handle anymore." Peter whimpered. Jessica waved him aside,

"She's going home now, Miguel."

Just as the machine turned on, you immediately got sent home. Miguel let out a sigh of relief and right when he was going to drink his coffee, you appeared behind him.

"Fuck!" Miguel yelled as he noticed you. You just casually waved,

"Believe in the spirits beyond."

"I want her gone!"

"Miguel, we've tried so many times. I think...we just need to accept her appearing here." Jessica whispered. You grabbed Miguel's cup, taking a sip,

"Oof, so bitter. So now that I can stay here under the writer decides to let me go home, wanna show me around, big boy?"

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he followed you, mainly just wanting his coffee back.

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It has been a few weeks since you've stayed at the-

"Whoa, whoa. Really writer? You gonna make here stay here for weeks without going home?" You huffed.

Okay, sorry, um, it has been a few weeks since you started to willingly appear at the Spider Society.

"Thank you!"

....

Uh, anyway, Miguel has finally started to tolerate you to a certain degree. You still couldn't understand why you kept appearing there, but you were making the most of it. Miguel on the other hand, was starting to find something new to irritate him.

"It's just so fascinating how different each of you are~ Can I touch those wonderful large boobs of yours?" You whispered in awe towards a Spiderman. Yes a Spiderman.

"They're not boobs."

"It's okay to not want to admit your flaws. I buried mine with my neighbor." You whispered, slowly reaching out to the boob.

"Enough." Miguel hissed, grabbing the back of your collar and dragging you to his office.

"Hey! I was about to grab something that could have been the most magically experience of my life!"

Miguel chose to ignore you, growing annoyed at your bratty and quite ignorant behavior. Honestly, he was more annoyed by the amount of flirting you've been doing with the other Spiders. You just didn't know when to stop.

"I can't help it. A natural icon I am," You chuckled and grabbed Miguel's ass, "But this...is a multiverse icon."

Miguel's eyes lit up as he locked his door and tossed you on his platform. In an instant, he webbed you in place, making sure that you couldn't move to try to free yourself.

"Ohhhh~ This is kinky~" You cooed, rolling around like a worm. Miguel pinned you to the floor, his blood red eyes piercing into yours,

"Do you know how frustrated you make me?"

"So...you aren't happy to see me?" You grinned, your knee poking at his growing erection, "I made you horny!"

"Silence," Miguel covered your mouth, "Shit, you're so annoying. No one has been able to put you in your place. Do I need to be the one to do that?" He said with a huff.

You licked his hand in response, "Awe, not sure if a fucking will stop me, but you are so willing to try~" You hummed.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he captured your lips in a kiss, wanting to shut you up. You couldn't help yourself and smirked, enjoying this moment. Parting your lips, you hummed as Miguel forced his tongue into your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

"Mhm~ Gim....sq..." You tried to say. Miguel broke the kiss, glaring towards your,

"What?" He grumbled, biting and sucking against your neck. You chuckled as his hands reached your breasts,

"Give em a squeeze~ You know you wanna~"

"Do I have to shut your mouth again?" Miguel grumbled, kissing you again.

You tried your best to behave, you truly did. You couldn't help but try to grind against his hips, press your chest to his, or even kiss his neck. Miguel was ready to web your mouth, at least until he started to rub your-

"Whoa, whoa, writer, now I don't mind a good sex scene, but lemme have some privacy here!" You huffed.

Uh, I kind of wrote smut in the warning...so I'm giving the readers what they want, a sex scene.

"Well, I want this man to myself right now! You write other smuts! Let them read those!"

But they wanted this...I can't just-

"Consent!" You huffed, literally spreading your legs towards a feral Miguel who had you pinned, "This is different! I'm totally into this freaky shit!"

"Who are you talking too?" Miguel grumbled, ripping your suit. You shushed towards him,

"The writer! Wait juuuuust a second before shoving that monster of a cock inside me!"

I need to give them a sex scene here. You're already helping me write it.

"No, no! You are trying to write it. I'm trying to enjoy the moment. So be a good writer and juuuuuuuust-"

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"Thank you~"

What just happened?

"Oh, I totally skipped the part where Miguel fucked me so good that I actually did shut up. Hell, I think I still feel weak in the knees. Who would have known the stamina and strength that man had. Fucking hot, can't wait to-"

You skipped my story?! I'm the writer here!

"Yeaaaaaah, but like, you can always write more smut. Let me just enjoy that moment to me~. I'm sure you understand~" You cooed.

...

"Hehe, go on. End the story. I'm sure you have other smut to write."

I just- Whatever.

Let's just say, you made yourself a permanent member of the Spider Society. You made sure to annoy Miguel just enough so that he could keep teaching you a lesson. Hopefully, we'll get to see one of those lessons one of these days.

"Maybe~ If I decide to show the goods."

Freaking Deadpools.

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Hahaha, hope you enjoyed! I always loved it when Deadpool would just talk to the narrator or hop comic pages sometimes. It was great.

@tojishugetiddies

[houserautha]

Okay just imagine

You’re pregnant with Feyd 3 child and you walk and see him wearing one and playing blocks with the other! I just feel like after all the abuse he’s been through he would be as gentle and loving as he knows how, you have shown him that there is power in such things!

I neeeeeed him

I think it would go something like this:

Silence is frightening. Usually, it means that one of your children has done something that will either invoke your deepest ire or make you cry. And, well, considering that you’re reaching the last days of your pregnancy, it could be both.

You go in search of whatever fresh hell your children have decided to wreak upon you, but it doesn’t take long before you hear the familiar rasp of your husband’s voice. You follow it, and stumble upon a scene that brings a smile to your face.

Feyd is pacing back and forth, your youngest strapped to his chest with military-like precision. His brow is furrowed, and he’s explaining in detail to your oldest about proper defensive measures.

“This wall needs to be higher. It would be too easily penetrable otherwise,” he instructs.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, brow furrowed in an exact mimic of his father’s, your oldest diligently adds blocks to his fortress. Amusement flickers through you.

Feyd stops his pacing to admire his son’s work. In order to assuage your youngest, he bounces slightly on his feet. “Good. And what are you missing?”

“Soldiers!” Your son exclaims, scrambling to find his wooden figurines and set them up in various positions around his fortress. When he’s done, he looks up hopefully at Feyd.

“You’re not done yet,” Feyd says. Your youngest cries out in protest of being stationary too long, so your husband resumes his pacing.

You watch as your son works through what he still needs, dark eyes darting back and forth as he assesses the situation. Leave it to Feyd to turn playtime into a lesson on battle strategies. Frankly, you weren’t sure he knew how to play.

Suddenly your youngest bolts upright. “I know!”He scurries for his toy box, stopping in his tracks when he notices you hovering in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Mommy.”

Feyd looks up. A shiver dances up your spine. He hungrily drinks you in despite the fact that your ankles have swelled impossibly and you haven’t washed your hair in a concerning amount of time. You smile coyly at him. It’s that look he gives you that’s kept you pregnant so often. Damn him.

“Hi, baby,” you say. “What are you doing?”

“We’re playing Fortify. It’s when we have to practice protecting our home in case of bad guys.” Your son explains this with grave solemnity, then sets to rifling through his toy box.

You shoot Feyd an exasperated look, to which he grins and shrugs.

“Got it!” Your son races back to his impressive block fortress. He places another figurine.

You step closer, one hand going to your belly to cradle it. “Who is that?”

“That’s you,” your son tells you. He points to the different figurines. “Daddy says we have to protect you, even though you can protect yourself. You’re just stubborn like that.”

“Hm. Is that so?” You glance at your husband.

Feyd drops a kiss on your youngest’s head. “I don’t know where he got that from.”

You listen carefully as your son describes, in detail, all of the fortification to the fortress and its reasoning. Clearly he has Feyd’s mind for battle, but there’s an underlying touch of empathy there as well. And, to your surprise, your husband has only tried to nurture it. To the best of his abilities, of course, sometimes you swear you see his eye twitch when your son pauses his training to relocate an unsuspecting beetle.

“It looks perfect. You did a good job,” you tell your son. You ruffle his hair. “But I think it’s time for your nap.”

His lower lip jets out. “I want to keep playing.”

“I know you do, and your fortress will still be here when you get back.”

“That’s an order, soldier,” Feyd adds.

Your son looks to your husband, then you, then back to your husband before sighing. “Yes, Daddy — I mean — Baron,” your son giggles. You fondly watch his retreating form.

A groan loosens from you as you attempt to stand back up. Feyd crosses the space between you in a single stride, grabbing your hand and helping you to your feet. He brushes his lips across your knuckles.

“I’m just stubborn, huh?” You ask in reply.

“Oh, despicably so.” With two babies between you, one strapped to his chest and one curled in your belly, it’s a little difficult for him to draw you close and kiss you but he manages. When he pulls back, he somewhat distractedly says, “He’s a good strategist. Intelligent. Perceptive. Giedi Prime will be in good hands.”

You kiss your husband’s cheek. “Obviously. He’s learned from the best.”

A/N: this definitely got away from me a bit but it was just too cute😭😭😭 Feyd doesn’t know how to be gentle or play, but he knows what not to do and he’s just going from there

[artdcnaldson]

Neeeeeed. sweet throuple life with your boys… i need to lay down in the road. thinking about, like, we know patrick is a cocky little shit.. likes being gross etc.. but he can be so sweet sometimes too, especially to you two. feels like he finally has a #family. won’t admit it but loves the little domestic moments and the nights in when it’s just the three of you in the little apartment together

Soooo so true

Idk I feel like Patrick would use fucking to convey a lot of how he’s feeling. Good and bad. So you and Art would constantly be accusing him of cheapening the moment but he just gets this overwhelming loving feeling tugging at his chest and he can’t just let it lie. That’s not who he is.

So yeah maybe Art was making dinner, crowded over the stove, brows knit as he looked from the cookbook back to the pan, making sure everything was right. And Patrick got on his knees, told him to focus, he just wanted to do something really quick, and took Art’s cock down his throat.

And you, when you come home from your shitty post-grad job, looking stressed out and happy to be home. He wants to be your stress relief, wants to wring as many orgasms as he can from your exhausted body until you can’t even complete a sentence. Wants to keep you taken care of.

sighhhhhhh but the opposite can happen too yk?? Patrick’s more hands on, fixing things after a quick wikihow search because he’s not fucking paying anyone, and he can totally do it. Sure he’s doing the least sexy thing of all time— unclogging the kitchen sink— but his biceps are flexing and he’s so concentrated and focused. For someone who does it so often to everyone else, he doesn’t get why you and Art like to stand around and watch him do shit like that.

[barcalover86]

Masterlist + Waiting list

Requests open

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Pablo Gavi

Injured - he comes home after a bad injury, and you take care of him, and he gets nervous around you. (f)

Prank 1 - you ask him to leave the bathroom so that you can shower (f)

Doctora angst

Doctora part 2

Doctora part 3 (a)

Football match -you with your boyfriend to watch a football game together and you are tired but don't want to destroy Gavi's night. (f)

Pregnant alone -you find out that you are pregnant after a night with Gavi, but you are afraid to tell him to not ruin his career. (f, a)

Drunk Confession -you tell Lewa what you feel while you are drunk and Gavi hears you (a)

Clingy Gavi - Just Gavi spending a day with you after you surprise him (f)

Just friends -you like eachother, but are afraid to confess so Pedri helps you (f, a)

Why? -Gavi breaks up with you, but he regrets it (a)

Singer lady - you dedicate a song that you made to Gavi in Ibiza at your concert (f)

Fluff Pablito -watching a game with his family at their house, but being clingy with Gavi. (f)

En el supermercado - you go early in the morning to a store to buy some food because your boyfriend's hungry (f)

Collided- you and Pablo do it for the first time (s)

My heart can't take it - Pablo being in love with reader, but knowing that you never can be his. (f,a)

Part 2 mhcti

Just a fan - you love Gavi, but he is in a relationship (a)

Just a fan 2

You and me, was any of it real? -You ran away from him (a)

Sunburn- vacation with him in Ibiza (f)

Jealous Gavi - you stay with his friends and family after Spain won, because you are afraid that you are too clingy a f

Headcanon

Moody Gavi- you are the only one that can make him relax. Not toxic, so sweet. F

Sacrifice- Gavi sick f

Gavi y Y/n habits

His friend - Pedri introduces you to his teammates at some club and Gavi has some interest in you f

Pablito- someone flirts with Gavi and you get jealous f

BOOK - 1. Yn being at the real madrid academy and she has a match with Barca (girls team), and Pablo is watching her.

Cruel, but sweet 1

Pedri Gonzalez

Mute girl part 1

Mute girl part 2

Mute girl part 3

Period -you are at a football match with Pedri and you get your period (f)

Can't kiss my girlfriend? -Pedri tries to protect you after you get hate because they saw you kissing him at some party (f)

Insecure -Pedri assures you that you are the only girl for him and that you are perfect for him. (f)

Jealous-Y/n version -you go with Pedri at his flirty girl's birthday and you get jealous (f, a)

Ayayay, Pepi- cooking with your boyfriend after a long game (f)

She deserves better- he in love with reader who is Gavi's sister

Lier- Pedri says he is single when you two are together a

Breaking News - 'Can u do a pedri angst where him and reader finally make it official after months of him chasing after her but the next day the paparazzi find him getting cozy with a girl qnd its all over the media and she feels embarrassed but he doesnt think its a big deal so they get into a fight but make up in the end' F A S

Waiting list

A list with your requests, knowing that I see them and work on them:

We neeeeeed part 2 of cruel but sweet asap!!!

Can you do that the reader and Pedri are friends and the reader saw on social media that he was leaving a hotel that he stayed for three days with a girl but pedri loves the reader and he makes it up to her

Thank you all so much!!!❤️

[rinniebeee]

i neeeeeed a sweet butch to pick me up from work, tease me the whole ride home and then fuck the tired out of me as soon as we get through the door.

Like rn. Please. Please please please.

this is a lesbian blog! 🩷 minors and men dni!

[deeplydevoted]

Actually uhhhhhh thinking about femme for femme because what do you mean you get to go shopping together? Do each others makeup? What do you mean she’s covered in lace and sparkly eye shadow and you’re covered in silk and blush and lipstick and when she puts her lips on your skin hickies aren’t the only mark she leaves??? Neeeeeed her to live kiss marks all over me and everyone to roll their eyes when we pass. Need her nails across my back and up my neck because I was SUCH a good girl last night and she knows I like it (or because I fucked her so well she juuuuust couldn’t help herself) and it peeking clearly above my straps little too and everyone is eyeing me like MAAM?? And I’m sooooo proud while we hold hands and walk together and chit chat. She’s in her little heels and I have my dainty little flats. Or she’s sitting in my lap and her eyes are dazzling that close. She helps pick out my outfits and goes Insaneeeeeeeee over how good they look on me. Sometimes we even share clothes because she has a few that she got a size too big and. Ofc all my stuff fits her. My tiny little femme and her chubby femme to match and were so pretty and adorable and precious together….. oh my god. Need to have different shades of lipsticks before we kiss and now the colors smeared together and we both have a slightly different, now matching shade. Need my jewelry to match her dress and her shoes to match my eyeshadow because we’re fucking cute like that. Need to come home from work with a little necklace or bracelet I made for her to have Smth to do with my hands and she’s made dinner for me bc she’s the perfect little house wife :( ohh and when she lets those pretty little whines out - or!!! When she smirks at me like the pathetic woman I am at her feet and she’s still got that melodic, high voice when she’s whining but now she’s being so condescending and patronizing and??? Oh my god I need that teeny tiny little woman to ruin me WOAH hold on I need to sit down

Do you see the vision???? Does this make sense??? Do we need more details bc I can give more details

[wawamouse]

Ahh, crap - now I want them at a State Fair, or a boardwalk, or something with games, but my brain went to an outside Oz AU and Miguel just winning a bunch of prizes, but what's he going to do with them because Maritza isn't there this time?? Maybe he like, tries to start handing them out to kids, but some of the parents are racist dicks given how him and Chico are perceived.

...and that's how Chico almost gets kicked out from starting a fight with some dad, while holding a comically large stuffed animal. Which he continues to carry afterwards. Much to Miguel's perplexment. (HIS NOW.)

(Sorry, not having asks turned on elsewhere apparently doesn't protect you from my brainrot. My apologies.)

I NEEEEEED (honestly we are just sending them on dates but they don’t know it and I love that for us and them lol)

i kinda see this fitting into some summer shenanigans for them in that AU you wrote one time (mostly bc I just love how you wrote their younger selves (?) dynamic and misspent youth energy in that snippet)

👀 Chico keeping the comically large stuff animal, yeah, and taking it home, and it’s just like ALWAYS in his room whenever Miguel goes over to hang after that, and Chico never bothers explaining to any of their other friends where that huge ass stuffed animal or whatever came from (i keep imagining a dog with floppy ears or a rabbit) and the boys are NOT allowed to punch it, even jokingly. Treat his shit nicely!

And Miguel was kind of like Whatever at first, thinking Chico was going to just give it to someone else as a gift. But no, how many times does Chico have to tell him, it’s HIS now…. Which maybe makes Miguel feel weird bc it’s not how things are and it’s a weird thing for Chico to place value on, even if they are friends. Toxic masculinity, activate! 🫡 But Chico gets pissed even when Miguel tries to mess with the plushie and throw it around too. Cue intricate rituals: Wrestling until they go from genuinely annoyed to laughing to 😳💓😳

[dangermousie]

I love that she feels safe enough to go to his place and he's happy too but also, he's desperate to spend more time with her (and to escape his house), isn't he? It's adorable how blatant he is about it and how oblivious he is, due to her awful fam destroying her self esteem.

I SCREAMED!!! But you see her brain stutter too. And then of course he does his patented "I meant this is how we should pretend to act" but we all (except for FL) know what he meant - he keeps testing the waters, isn't he? Throwing trial balloons over and over to see if he gets a positive reaction.

When she finally tells him she loves it (and will mean it), he is going to utterly lose it, won't he?

Wow. She's stunned. But I so want to know when he fell in love with her and why. I neeeeeed to knooooooooooow!

And he tries to turn it into a joke again, of course. But we all know the truth.

She is so flustered she tries to kick him out and his smug face when he's all "I can't drive I had beer" omg. And yet he never is threatening. He wants to spend time with her (and not go home) but he doesn't make a move, he just crashes on the couch and I don't know, I find his wooing utterly adorable. It's like a campaign for the man, I swear.

[besarelcielo]

the energy feels so dead idk if it’s just my perception or not. i feel so alive yet the world around me for the most part seems disinterested and disengaged and i understand being burnt out but we neeeeeed to connect with each other what the hell else do we have what’s the reason what’s the point are we all just mindlessly walking around with dead souls. my soul feels like it’s coursing with energy but i don’t sense that same electricity in many people. when i do im really excited. maybe it’s just me because i feel a sense of loss and detachment from a lot of my close friends recently and a sense of stagnancy in the artistic scene of my home city but i literally traveled somewhere else for a music festival and it still felt dead like most people just did not give a fuck to even be alive rn. i saw a comet bright orange and huge flying through the air and only like 3 other people around me even noticed. what is happening? ? do i need to change my perception am i being nihilistic? or is everybody else

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Ok but like I neeeeeed to show this to you guys.

So I was driving home and my older sister was in the passengers seat and we were stopped at a light and then I noticed this mf motorcycle boy behind us-😫

I pulled put my phone and recorded and then when we drove again my sister goes "he 100% saw you" and I was freaking out bc damn it he was hot and I am so awkward and he was def aware of how hot he is and not in a douche way 🥴

he had TATTOOOOOOOS and let me add: he literally stayed respectfully behind us the whole time until we were turning right and left the lane and when he passed us he DID THIS FLIRTY LIL HEAD TILT TO LOOK IN THE CAR AT US AND I IMPLODED- I'M SORRY I STOPPED THE VIDEO SO SOON I PANICKED. BUT THE WAY HE LEANS FORWARD I GONNA THROW UP

I had to share this with my fellow simpers. You are so very welcome.

YES THIS IS MY VIDEO 👊

motorcycle boy if the universe is against me and u r on Tumblr for some odd reason and see this pls pretend like u don't see it at all.

-chip

[peachdues]

OMGGGGGGGG WHEN’S THE NEXT PHANTASMAGORIA UPDATE I NEEEEEED ITTTTTTTTT

ok but your writing is so so so so so so incredibly good all you need is your own book now frfr i'm not even kidding

anyways... i was curious as to whether you had a schedule for posting updates? i'm mostly interested in all sanemi ff but your writing is so addicting that i find that i'll read anything

thanks for writing :DD

Aww thank you!

I have no post schedule for updates, I just post as I feel like it/as things are ready. I try to give myself rough deadlines to ensure I get it done — hence, why I posted that part one would be ready this week (as a kick in my own ass).

I’m about 4k words into part 2 already (but we have quite a ways to go), and three smut scenes are done. I estimate part 2 will be about the same length as part 1, but that could change. A lot happens in part 2 in terms of the plot, and there’s quite a bit of flashback in Kyojuro’s POV.

If I was being generous, part 2 might be ready sometime next week.

Truthfully, the only reason I can even say that is because I was home from work all week with COVID. We’ll see how quickly part 3 gets done once I’m back in the office LMAOO. Though to be fair, I do have a substantial chunk of part 3 written, though the parts I still have to write are by no means small scenes (cough not one but two confrontations between Sanemi and Reader cough)

I said in an earlier post that my brain is solely focused on Sanemi rn, so you’re likely not gonna get anything out of me that isn’t related to Phantasmagoria until it’s done — sorry y’all, the brainrot is real.

[autumnalsteahouse]

autumnal my love !!! i am copying you right now because i NEEEEEED to know your answer to the same question — what are your favorite hcs about your self-ships? 🥺🤲

pls share as many as you want, i want to know them ALL !!!!

Medusa I love you so very much.thank you for sending this,,,, I wasn’t sure I was gonna answer this right now because I’m not doing too well mentally but I think that’s exactly why I should ! I need all the comfort I can get

ok hm

first I’ll start with suguru & cheering me up because,, :)

he can read a room so well,, and he can read me like I’m a bright red stop sign. a majority of the time, he already knows when something is wrong— but he also knows that I’ll come to him when I’m ready to talk about it. He’s VERY patient with me (because sometimes I don’t know how to approach overwhelming emotions) but our communication skills are top notch.

in addition, he knows just how to comfort me. If I’m crying, he immediately goes in to hold me or cuddle. He won’t say anything— after I get all my tears out, he’ll gently kiss my cheeks and slowly get up to get me a cup of water (if I allow him). He starts talking after I’ve calmed down, asking if I wanna go for a drive knowing I’ll say yes. He keeps some sort of physical contact with me at all times wether it’s his hand on my thigh or holding my hand,,, he’s very attentive.

NOW I wanna talk about which Halloween/autumn events that each of my faves would do with me.

Suguru would definitely be pumpkin carving. Are u joking. it was a surprise plan for me!! he picked me up from school & we headed to the pumpkin patch! Then we’d get home and to my surprise, there’s a blanket set up with unlit candles, a speaker, and two carving sets!! we would have a whole competition!!! Until we give up and help each other with the most difficult parts (the detail work). He let me play my Halloween playlist too😌😌

Kuroo would find the best Halloween parties to fulfill my “fucking at a large house party” scenario. It would actually be a whole scene. We’d show up to the party separate and slowly make our way back to each other— kinda like Andy and April (parks and rec ref)

VASH DOES MOVIE NIGHTS!!!!! He goes all out by decorating the room in the coziest but Halloweenish decor— LOTS of candles, blankets, and throw pillows. Spiderwebs, bats, cauldron mugs for our drinks, orange fairy lights and furniture forts. Oh and it’s not on a Tv… it’s via PROJECTOR. His lineup is no in particular order but Halloweentown, Coraline, hocus pocus, nightmare before Christmas, and Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban are DEFINITELY on there.

Draken is… halloween horror nights. (This idea is thanks to angel because we were talking … and her boyfriend does this for her and THIS is the only way I would ever go. Ever.) now he knows I am a full WUSS. I hate being scared but I know that he wants me to go (he goes with the boys but he also wants to have a night with me too) so we came up with an agreement. He guides me through everything— he stands in back of me, both hands on my shoulders as he walks me through the park so that way I feel secure and he gets to watch me scream my ass off while also being together and having the satisfaction of “protecting” me. Besides, I know he would literally kill anyone for me so I’m lowkey turned on the whole time

[themonotonysyndrome]

What do you think would happen if the baroness meet Castin’s family,like his grandma,aunt etc?Like imagine them being like “she’s gorgeous Cassie” in intacian not knowing the baroness understands it.And then their reaction to her being imperial oh god I neeeeeed it.

Then Castin meeting the baroness’ family would be the opposite like actual chaos.Hands will be thrown,curse words will be heard and much more 

Oh my god, can you imagine what the wedding was like then!? Both in-laws interacting... yikes! Talk about awkward...

I like to think that Castin's family is both apprehensive and eager to meet his new wife. The apprehensive part comes from her Imperial background and nobility, while the other side just wanna know what kind of woman the Baroness is, ya know? Upon meeting his wife for the first time in her fine dress and immaculate decorum, there's a... gap between her and everyone else. Some aunts are eager to have her eat the home-cooked dishes that they laboured for hours, eager to hug her tight and kiss her cheeks, only to be stopped by Castin.

"Guys, c'mon, don't scare her off too quickly, yeah? Sweetheart, you good?"

But the women in his life mean well. The Baroness would understand that after a few rounds of drinks and observing how affectionate they are. It warms her heart that her husband was raised in a warm family.

Now, the Baroness' family...

If we take Lord Boris Carter as the Baroness' family, well... Castin is gonna be throwing hands every second of the day. His hands are rated E for everyone but lately, they aimed at Lord Caster's very punchable, very smug face.

"That's enough. Lord Carter, antagonising my husband will not win whatever games you are playing right now. I suggest you find some other means of amusing yourself before your lack of decorum becomes the norm within the Imperial Court."

It's a mess, Anon...

But they are trying!

[mozki]

neeeeeed to get back into just copying my fav art on here for practice .its how i learnd as a teen its how i need to relearn as a growndup . i want to do some little steps this week so like. making sure i do a little exercise. a little reading. a little drawing. when u get used to plodding thru days not functioning its so easy to get instantly overwhlemed by having like. 2 regular person thinhs to do. i know we all understand this here it just never ceases to amaze me how convoluted it all gets . like if i think about it for too long the reality of getting some exercise in while feeding myself 3 home cooked meals and doing that every single day or risking my health makes me hyperventilate lol …pathetic?oui :3 oh my god this started as me just talking about art ffs this is what every thought turns into . this is why i delete 90% of the personal things i post now its just the same fucking LOOOOOP

[royac]

A shudder swept over Charles as they locked eyes with the stranger. The eye-contact was brief, but enough to make the changeling feel uneasy. Why, though, they weren't able to pinpoint. The unease left them almost as soon as it settled into their stomach, and they quickly moved on from the feeling. Their sister sighed, moving her attention away from the knight and back to her brother.

"Can we go get something to eat? Mom and dad said they aren't gonna be home for a few more days and I reallyyyy don't want to eat any more food you make..." she laughed at the face Charles made, "no offense. Will is the better cook and you know that!"

"You don't think I've gotten better?" They asked, pouting.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth or be nice?"

"...Okay, we can go somewhere," they narrowed their eyes at their sister, frowning for a moment before smiling again. They could never be mad at her. As they spoke, Shade pumped her fist into the air, twisting around in a delighted hop.

"Maybe we can go to the Dry Dog Inn? Xavier-"

"Hey, Shade, remember your manners." Charles chastized.

"OHMYGOOOOD do you think your ooother best friend is really gonna-" She stopped once she saw Charles' expression.

"Fine, MR. MILES, makes the best soup and I neeeeeed it."

"Yeah, we can go there," they reached for their sister's hand and squeezed it, "He's your teacher too, remember? You can call him Xavier when you're older." They smiled gently at their sister before leading her in the direction of his friend's inn...

...Coincidentally, the same direction the Leonin was heading.

'Okay, Charles, what's wrong with you? This guy is probably just a traveler. Your parents travel. William travels. Calm down, being stressed out over nothing isn't going to help Shade's rambunctiousness.'

They walked hand-in-hand with their sister, listening to her chatter, responding with an appropriate amount of "ah's" and "oh's" needed to entertain a child before arriving to their destination.

The Dry Dog Inn was one of the smaller inns in Bruver, but certainly one of the homiest. As they entered the inn with their sister, they took a left, choosing to sit near one of windows toward the back. Their entrance was no secret, as a familiar voice called out to them.

"Charles! And the lovely miss Shade! Welcome in... to the inn!" Cracking up over his own joke, his laugh was infectious, and the siblings couldn't help but join in. Getting out of their seats, Charles and Shade made their way to Xavier. Charles enveloped the dark-skinned in a warm hug. To an outsider, they were clearly great friends. The three of them continued their conversation, Charles oblivious to the other patrons of the inn.

[826aliensapocalypseactivism]

The Virus

Daevyn W.

In the year 4070, a family decided to fast, the family refused to eat or consume anything besides water. The youngest son was watching a cartoon on the TV until something popped up. “Breaking News: New Virus Spreading Through Food Causing Havoc.” Daquan yells “Mom, Dad, come in the living room.” Daquan and his parents stand in front of the TV bewildered. “Thank god we started fasting,” Dad says jokingly. Businesses started closing due to the tragic news that people received. Nothing has been the same since then, and no one is seen outside unless it’s a person that has been poisoned. Families have boarded up their windows, added security cameras, and extended the length to their fences. What if the family didn’t start fasting? What if they did eat? Would they survive?

As the days move on, I wonder if life will ever be the same, will I be able to see my friends again, will I be able to go outside again, but for right now all my parents were worried about was making sure that we were safe and that no one will harm us. My grandparents called today asking my parents if we were safe and needed anything to reach out because the last thing you want in this crisis is to lose your loved ones. It’s been 20 hours since we’ve received the news. I’m sitting in my room wondering how did this even happen in the first place? I hear a loud bang outside my window causing me to jump, my dad comes into my room. “Are you ok?” he asks. “Yes I tell him, what was that?”  “I have no idea but stay here.'' He walks out of the room and grabs a weapon. I want to stay here but I want to see what that was or what if dad needs help. How am I going to help him if I’m just standing here? Dad looks outside the window as I peek around the corner being nosy. Dad turns around and says ''Isn't this your friend from down the block Jayden, or whatever his name is?” “ Yea that is him, what is he doing here?” Dad slowly opens the door while holding the weapon he grabbed out his closet. “What do you need?” Dad says.

“IIIIII neeeeeed sommmmmmmwhereeeeeee ttttttto stayyyyyyy.” He says while panicking,

“I’m sorry I can’t let that happen I can’t put my families life in danger,” Dad says.

“Pleassssssse IIIIIIII promiseeeeeee I’m nottttttt poisnedddd I just sssssssssseen myyyyyy parentssssssss get eatennnnnnnnn,” Jayden explains. Jayden has always been a great friend to me when I needed him. He never did anything to endanger my life at all but we can’t trust anyone in this type of situation. I tell dad to let him in. Jayden walks in and sits on the couch.

“Daquan come here," Dad says.

"Yes?” 

“Any signs of him freaking out or anything at all he has to die. I'm not putting our lives in danger just for a damn friend,” Dad says. I walk to the living room and sit next to Jayden.

"Are you okay?” I ask.

“Nnnnnno thissssssss is theeeeeeee worssssst dayyyyyyyy evvvvvvvver wwwwwwwwhy mmmmmmme,” Jayden say shaking. I go get him a cover, water, and some tissues.

“Here's some covers for you to sleep on the couch let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks for everything,” Jayden says. The next morning the sound of the branches swaying in the wind wake me up. My parents have left to go fetch more resources to finish securing our home. I walk to the kitchen to get some water. I call out for Jaydens name and no response. I call out again nothing. I walked toward the living room and peaked around the corner. No one was there, covers folded up placed nicely on the couch. I called up to my parents asking if they’ve seen Jayden. “He wasn’t there before we left. We thought he slept in your room,” they said.

“I knew there was something up with him. He's not allowed back in our house, we can't risk getting poisoned.” I kinda feel bad for Jayden he never does anything with a bad intention. I sit here wondering what’s it like for the people who couldn’t control losing their family or friends, is this a dream? Is this what hell feels like? Constant pain. It’s been two hours since my parents left. I hear multiple voices outside my front door. I look outside the window to see what’s going on. It’s seven people in suits with weapons and earpieces communicating with someone. Looks like they’re looking for someone but I have no idea who, one dude turns his head looking right at me, I hope he doesn’t see me. A man walking down the street looks like he needs help. “Help me, they’re coming after me,” the hurt man says.

The men in suits aren’t even fazed at all like they’ve seen this before. One of them taps on their ear pierce and says,' “Do we execute him sir?” I have no idea what the man in the earpiece said but the next moment one of the men in the suit takes his weapon off his back and shoots the poor innocent man in the head. I fell down to my knees and accidentally hit the window.

The men in suits look right at my window and start walking towards my front door. “You two go through the back while we go through the front door. We don't leave until the whole house is cleared,” the man says. I rush to my room, lock my door and enter the hidden room that my dad built when I was younger. I used it as a game room. I called my parents. “We already told you we had to drive a long way to find these materials to improve our home so stop calling.”

THERE'S PEOPLE OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE AND THEY’RE TRYINNG TO KILL ME, THEY ALREADY KILLED AN INNOCENT MAN IN THE STREET. 

“We are on our way, My dad says.

I listen closely to see if I can hear anything, not a word was heard at all. I hear one of them push my door open as it creaks open. “We know you're here little boy, come out and talk and we won’t hurt you.”