#aaahh I’m loosing it

[bvg-arcade]

Ok I just gotta talk about how interesting I find this au (and concept in general). First, if you haven’t read this, then go shoo read it instead and then come back if you want. (Also I will be referring to the characters as cookies.)

But anyways, I find the concept of PV slowly descending into madness while trying to revive Lily very interesting, and I absolutely love it. There’s not a lot of AU’s out there that people have where PV is considered the bad guy. 

I imagine that PV’s physical health would also begin to slowly deteriorate with this, since healing so many cookies can be very draining. And I just know that his mental health has been ruined forever. 

Not exactly sure how bad DE is in your au, but I’m guessing she murdered many cookies, or at least injured a lot of them. Imagining PV not only descending into madness, but also slowly realising he is just as bad as the person everyone in the kingdom was trying to destroy for so long must ruin him.  

Also, the idea of Lily slowly molding while PV is desperately trying to save her, killing many i the process, is really heartbreaking. The concept that Lily’s body is so close to getting bad enough that it begins to mold that PV takes the risk of trying to revive her can go one (1) of two (2) ways. 

One (1): PV takes the risk and it works! Lily is back, but now we have some other issues. 1st, cookies would definitely notice is Lily was back, since so many of them saw her die as DE, how exactly would PV explain this? Or would he keep her hidden? 2nd, how would Lily react? Not just to being revived, but to finding out how PV was able to bring her back/what his practice was. Assuming she remembers anything, who knows, maybe she’s forgotten everything since being turned into DE. 

Two (2): PV fails, and now Lily is nothing but crumbs. I think this would be the breaking point for PV, which can lead him to doing a number of things (that I won’t say but you can probably guess). Now, I’m curious to how this would affect his mental state, I believe that this happening to PV would cause him to feel a indescribable amount of misery. I think that’d he’d lock himself in his room/castle and stay in there for a very long time (not sure if Crepe would also stay with PV? But Crepe in this whole situation is just a whole other thing). There’s also a possibility that the guilt of this situation would be so heavy on PV that he turns himself in, but how would the kingdom/s react to this? I can’t imagine there’s any good end to this.

Anyways anyways uhh neurodivergent ramblings done hehe,, this au is very cool :> /gen /srs

soooo I've never talked about any of my cr aus on here before... but today that changes! finally sharing my horrors with the world in a very long tumblr post that probably nobody will read! yay!

tw for a lot of murder crimes and also a mention or two of self harm. also just a lot of generally Mentally unwell behaviour that I'm not going to fully list here but. if you think there's a chance u might not be okay with stuff falling under the category of 'mentally unwell behaviour' then u should probably leave because. this au contains many horrors. you have been warned!

soooo the au is actually the one my blogs named after! I think before I get into explaining all the lore I should explain the name first, since it doesn't really relate to anything in the au specifically so I wanna explain why it's named. that. me n my friend beep (who also is the one who made this au with me! yay!) made an au of a similar name for another fandom like wayyy before either of us got into cookie run, and the name actually fit that one! we named this au the vanillaverse au as like a kindof homage to the other older au since the vanillaverse au was out first cookierun au and the other one is just like. extremely iconic to us and Only us so it felt right to name it after that. so the vanillaverse was born! and with it the pv in that au and his many diseases! hooray!

so the actual plot of the au goes like this. In the final final battle with everyone vs dark enchantress, pv gives the finishing blow to her and kills her, along with lily. you just have to trust me that in this act of de murder exploding it like reverts her body back to lily so that's what they're left with. lily corpse. which isn't fun especially pv because to me purelily is REAL and that's the dead body of his wife he's currently looking at. not a fun time for old peepaw...

both lily's burial and the victory celebrations for winning the war against de are held in the vanilla kingdom, and it probably gives pv so much whiplash to have to go between mourning his dead wifey and like. celebrating happily woo hooray victory party!! and he just really misses lily. like a lot. an overwhelming an amount. and so he comes to the conclusion that with magic as strong as his, just as he was the one tasked with dealing the final blow to and killing de/lily... he's also the only one who can bring her back. so in the dead of the night, he sneaks out of his castle, shovel in hand, and goes to lily's grave to steal her body away for his lily reviving scheme.

because of how recently the grave was actually dug, I doubt that anyone would notice the fact that the soil had been freshly tampered with, assuming pv did a good enough job at putting everything back in place. so he now had lily's corpse, the rest of the kingdom none the wiser to it's disappearance. which he kept in a secret room I've decided is accessible through somewhere in like. his study or something. someplace he would normally be a lot but also not be disturbed so he can sneak away and do various. things.

you see, the way I imagine it, healing magic of all forms generally speaking is something that needs to be actually practiced. and through pv's many years of helping and healing others whenever someone gets hurt, he's gotten extremely good at it. but it still stands that he's never revived someone before, and would need some way to practice in order to obtain the skills needed to revive lily. and as much as he can do various things to preserve lily's body as long as possible, he's still on a timer, having only a relatively short window of time before lily's body starts to rot (or mold?). and he can't practice on lily's body itself, since if he messed up in any way (which is bound to happen on first attempt), then lily's body would be ruined and he wouldn't be able to revive her! so he needs other avenues to practice his magic. and he doesn't have very many options with the time constraints considered.

at first, he tries to hurt himself in order to heal his own wounds as a form of practice. but it becomes clear very very fast that he'd need to do more than just healing his own wounds to gain the skills needed to achieve his goal. he can only hurt himself so much, even with the power of his soul jam, there's a limit still to how much he can hurt himself before it ends up being fatal. and it's just so incredibly draining, and well, painful to have to continuously receive and heal all of these wounds... so he concludes there's only one other option. if hurting himself isn't an option... maybe... just maaaaybe... a few other people hurt wouldn't be such a terrible cost. as long as in the end he has the love of his life back, it's worth it, right? he'd do anything for her, which also extends to... this. and since there's so many people in the vanilla kingdom right now, both citizens and people visiting just for the celebrations... it wouldn't be too hard to just pin it on someone else if the situation requires it!

so, he kidnaps his first victim, feeling extremely guilty, but still carrying out the act out of pure desperation for any chance to see lily again. he brings them to his secret room I mentioned earlier, and carries out his plan. hurting them, healing them, hurting them, healing them... until their body can't take the torture anymore, and the cookie passes away. pv tries, and fails to revive them until their body breaks and crumbles beyond any sense of repair, making the revival impossible. it seems like his plan has failed... but as they say, if you fail the first time, try, try again.

as pv continues to downwards spiral into complete madness, he starts loosing track of how many peoples lives he's ended, how many peoples lives he's unrightfully spent for nothing more than the chance to see lily again. he's already gone this far, he'll see it out until the very end. if he can't revive lily, then what were all these deaths even for? he needs to get his lily back. not only to see her again, to feel her loving embrace... but to give all the lives he's stolen in his massacre some sense of meaning, to give all these deaths a reason for happening. despite pv trying to target the cookies that the least number of people would notice missing, after a while people start to take note of the disappearances. soon the kingdom goes into lockdown, not letting anyone, including the visitors leave until this kidnapper and potential serial killer is caught. what this means for pv is more people to use for his lily reviving schemes. what this means for the rest of the kingdom though is what soon starts to spiral into what could soon surely be a mass panic.

pv has no choice but to go out and comment on the ordeal publicly, in an attempt to calm the kingdom down. with his status as a beloved figure of peace, love and hope, and his just generally calming nature, he manages to calm the kingdom down to an extent, though people are still uneasy. an unknown killer on the loose... people needed someone to blame, and because of... well, almost everything about pv and how people perceive him really, he wasn't going to be the person taking the blame. on the other hand, there's a cookie a lot of vanillians know to be dangerous and willing to hurt people, with an entire warehouse/hangar/lab almost entirely to themselves that they know the ins and outs of more than any other cookie...

strawberry crepe. even with espresso there to testify for their innocence, it wasn't enough to stop people from suspecting them. even with no evidence and therefore no justifiable reason to act on these suspicions in any reasonable way, it still stand that they are one of the main suspects. and it does change how people treat them, especially the raisin villagers. just as them and black raisin was starting to get on friendly terms, this happens, and now she's back to feeling uneasy being even around them. this angers crepe, so they decided they now only have only one choice: to find the real kidnapper/killer and prove their innocence one and for all. it is at this point I should note that in this au, pv is crepe's adoptive father, which makes things all the more all the more terrible for crepe as they start to realize that their dad is in fact! the person behind all of this. betrayed by now both people they've chosen put their trust in to... oh god.

I haven't really decided on how things play out after crepe decides to go detective mode and try to solve the case, but that's basically the au concept as it is right now. im sorry for this being so long but!! if you got here I just wanna say: thank you for reading!! I would draw art of this au but it's hard because pv just looks like. normal pv here. and so does anyone else. the au doesn't call for funky cool au designs so there's just none to be found. but I really hope people enjoy hearing about this au :] also I might've forgotten some things but I'm not reading through this all again to check so um. sorryyy about that also sorry about any typos I'm not going back to fix them sorry not sorry!

but yeah. pv accidentally cancels purelily and then spams the undo button so much and so hard that everything explodes and the horrors take over/JOKE

[joedirtymadre]

Bedtime

LAW X READER! SMUT! (PLEASE SEND REQUESTS)

“Fuck I’m tired,” Law groaned as he entered the bedroom. “Hey, finally finished your paperwork?” You asked as you walked over to him. “Mmhmm,” he nodded sleepily. You smiled at his response and tiptoed up to give him a quick peck on the lips. 

“Let’s get ready for bed,” you said as you slowly removed his hat. “Mmm…” he nodded, dozing off while standing. You helped him remove his coat and button up. “Alright now take off your pants, you always end up sweaty when you sleep in them,” you instructed as you placed his items on the side. “Too tired…” he mumbled as he dragged himself to the bed. “Hey! No!” You called out as you stopped him. 

“I need sleep…” he argued. “And I want clean bedsheets,” you replied. “Then take them off,” he softly smirked. “Ugh… you’re impossible sometimes,” you groaned as you quickly went to remove his belt. Your hands slowly stopped as you noticed the large bulge forming under his pants. 

“Y-You know what… you can sleep with pants on. I’ll just wash again tomorrow,” you smiled as you tried to take a step back. “You’re definitely going to have to wash tomorrow,” he smirked as he grabbed your arm. 

…;)

“Hah!” You let out. You dug your nails deep into his back. “Mm- Fuck, (Y/N)-ya… you just keep getting tighter and tighter,” he smirked as he jerked his hips roughly. “Mmm! Hah!” You mewled, unable to control the sounds coming out of your mouth. “That’s what I like to hear, mm- I want the whole crew to hear you scream my name,” he said in a deep voice.

“L-Law! Sl- hah!” You cried out. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks and drool fall down the corner of your mouth. “I love that fucking face,” he said as he held onto your hair. Giving him a better view of your messy face. “Tell mm-me, do you love this dick?” He asked as his thrusts slowed down. 

“Mm-mhm!” You moaned out, enthusiastically nodding. 

“Say it,” he demanded. 

You slowly felt him pulling out, leaving your insides empty. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him. “I l-love your dick! D-Don’t stop,” you cried out as you held onto him. 

“Hngh… That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered into your ear, quickly slamming his hips against yours. The sounds of your bodies echoing throughout the room. “Haah! M-More!” Your words making him twitch in excitement. 

It’s been so long since you two have really let loose and you’ve forgotten how this man knows how to please you. You felt your body jerk roughly. “W-Wait! Not tha- Ah!” You snapped your head back. 

You felt your mind go blank and body go numb as he began to use his thumb to rub your clit in circles. “Can’t forget this girl,” his words echoing across the walls. “Hmmf! A-aah!” You cried out, your vision becoming blurry through the tears. Your back arched, moving your hand towards his, trying to remove it from your sensitive spot, but it was not used. “What? Too much?” He smirked. You nodded your head, feeling a pit within your core burn from the pleasure. “AaaHh!” You moaned loudly, feeling your toes curl and body stiffen from the intense buildup within your insides. 

“Fuck… so hah… tight,” he grunted, his pace becoming rougher and less rhythmic. “Law! L- ahh! Hah!” You cried out as you pressed your nails into his skin, and felt a wave rush through you. “Mmm-” he groaned as he did one final thrust deep inside you, filling you up to the brim. Your body finally relaxed, feeling your eyelids becoming heavier and your vision becoming darker. 

“We’re not done yet,” you heard him whisper in your ear. Your eyes slowly opened, quickly widening from the scene in front of you. “It’s been a while since we’ve had this much fun, so I’m already ready to go again,” he smiled slyly. “B-But…” you squeaked out, worried for the night ahead.  “Don’t worry, we’ll take our time. We have all night,” he said softly as he pecked your temple.

[gweninred]

hii, I love your fics so much. Can I request a fic where melissa has a really bad nightmare (something related to her past trauma with joe) and reader comforts her and make sure that she feels loved?

Aaahh my first request!! Thank you so much and I love this idea! this isn’t too long but I hope you like it! 💗

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Fluff, angst

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“Y/n?” You felt a soft hand lightly shaking your shoulder. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Melissa sit up. “Mh?” You hummed, it was dark and you just had woken up, so you didn’t see that Melissa had been crying. “I had a nightmare.” Her voice sounded small, her fingers now gripping your shoulder. Then you saw her eyes were puffy and red, you felt her hand shake. “Oh baby, come here. Let me hold you.” You whispered, sitting up. You wrapped your arms tightly her body to pull her close, she buried her head in your chest. “It’s okay, just breathe.” One of your hands moved from her back up to her head, holding her tight against you. “It was about Joe.” She sobbed, pulling away to look up at you.

When she told you she had been dreaming about Joe, her ex husband, your heart broke. She had told you about him, from her stories you hated him.

“He was manipulating me a- and.” She paused to take a breath. You wiped her tears that were falling from her eyes with your thumbs. “And you weren’t there to help me.” The redhead gripped the fabric of your shirt. “Sh, sh, you’re okay now. I’m here now.” Melissa nodded at your words. “He isn’t going to hurt you again, no one is.” You reassured her. “I hate seeing you cry.” A kiss was placed on her forehead from you. “Can I do something? Do you want some tea?” You asked, caressing her cheek with the back of your hand, then tucking a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. “Tea sounds nice.” She gave you a half smile. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” You went to get up but Melissa quickly grabbed your hand. “I’ll come with you, I don’t want to be alone.” Her voice was still small. “You are not alone, you have me.” You reassured her.

Melissa was sitting on the kitchen counter while the water was boiling. “I just don’t understand why I’m still dreaming about him.” The redhead sighed. “Well, you probably haven’t fully processed everything yet.” Your arms were wrapped around her middle, her arms draped around your shoulders. “But I’m here to help you through it and I’d do anything to make you comfortable and help you.” You squeezed her sides. “You already made me feel better.” She smiled, her breathing was settled, she wasn’t shaking anymore and there were no more tears falling from her beautiful green eyes. “And I’m sorry for waking you up.” You cupped her face in your hands. “Hey, there’s no need to apologise for that. I’m glad you woke me.”

When the water finished boiling you made sure to add cold water so it was drinkable. “Strawberry?” You asks holding up the teabag to show your girlfriend, her giving you a thumbs up.

When the two of you returned in bed, Melissa was lying on top of you. “Comfortabel?” Melissa giggled. “Do you even have to ask?” You brushed your fingers through her fire red hair strands. “Now sleep, my love.” You kissed the top of her head. “I love you.” She murmured, sleep taking over her.

You watched over her as she slept. When you knew for sure Melissa wasn’t about to have another nightmare and was fast asleep you allowed yourself to fall asleep as well.

[thus-spoke-lo]

lo. lo.

have you seen this official art for law’s bday??

it’s cute. right? but im not normal about it

it’s just got me thinking about drunk law. how he’d act, what he’d do… i take him as somebody who doesn’t drink too often, and when he does it’s usually in moderation, especially around people he’s not too familiar with. he’s never been big on parties, but if it’s with his crew, in the comfort of his ship, celebrating his birthday… he’ll allow himself to let loose a bit

and i’m just thinking of like. him overdoing it a little, words slurred and face flushed, his demeanor much more languid and loose, letting out the occasional hiccup. and you help him back to his quarters when the night’s over, an arm wrapped around his waist as you help him stumble through the dark hallway. he’ll be stubborn about it, mumbling an almost incoherent “‘m fine, i can walk by myself…” but he doesn’t push you off

he leans in if anything, allowing himself to relax and enjoy your touch, if only for this moment. when you get to his room and ease him onto the bed, the light noise he lets out almost sounds like it’s out of protest. he must just be tired. he looks half asleep already, but you still insist on taking off his boots before he crashes out. you give him a gentle goodnight once you’ve made sure he’s comfortable, and just as you open the door to leave, you can hear him mumble “thank you,” slurred and muffled but no less sincere, no less tender…

this came out softer than i intended. had potential to be hornier. but either way! it’s what the birthday boy deserves 🥳

AAAHH HE'S SO CUTE I'M GONNA SCREAM 😭

I totally see him as a bit of a lightweight--he just doesn't have much occasion to drink, and he's a doctor, so he's used to having to be prepared for anything (drunk operations are generally discouraged). He doesn't have the best gauge on how much liquor he can handle and next thing you know, he's past his limit. He'd be so much more relaxed as you walk him back to his quarters, maybe even mumbling something he shouldn't about how he feels about you that you can't quite make out and brush off as drunken ramblings.

I can also see him potentially pulling you into bed with him before he passes out--not necessarily for anything untoward but because you look soft and sweet and this man has the biggest case of cute aggression I just know it. Before you can scramble away, he's got those long limbs wrapped around you and he's snuggling you like you're a pillow, snoring into your shoulder, and you just have to accept you're the captain's new stuffed animal for the night.

[electronic-elevator]

tags: overstimulation, afab!reader, sub!Damien, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, size kink, anal gaping, butt plug

summary: Damien’s lost count of the times he’s been made to cum; lost rational thought entirely to the pain-pleasure of overstimulation and your massive strap wrecking his hole.

“Fuck, oh god, fffaaaahhhhhh, pl-pl- I’m, I, I— aaaaAAAAA—” Damien practically screamed your name, losing himself to what must’ve been his sixth orgasm of the night.

You held him close to your chest as he writhed. When you pressed a kiss to his neck, you tasted the salt of his sweat. Despite his complete overwhelm, you didn’t so much as slow down, instead pounding into him as hard as you could — although, wielding a strap of this size was no easy feat.

His shuddering breaths sounded like sobs as he mumbled your name, over and over and over.

“Gonna cum inside you,” you growled. “Then I’m going to plug you up.”

“Please,” he practically mewled. You could tell you’d drained him of all energy but still he begged for it, to be filled up.

“You want it?”

“Please,” he whined again.

“Fuck, Damien, you’re gorgeous. You’re mine.”

“Uh-huh, cum in me,” he pleaded, squirming under you.

You fiddled with the strap, finally having to slow down a bit as you released the lube into Damien. Of course, it wasn’t really your cum, but as a small consolation prize you could use so much more than you could have organically pumped inside him.

“Aaahh,” Damien breathed as he felt it entering him, pressing himself back, taking the strap all the way. You couldn’t help but growl again, rubbing his arched back. “Mmmmm.”

“You’re fucking beautiful, Damien.”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled absentmindedly, making you smile.

“Stay there,” you instructed, pressing down a little between his shoulder blades.

You pulled out of him slowly, drawing another whimper from his lips. Lube dripped out of him — you’d used a generous amount to start, and after fucking him long and hard for the better part of the evening, he was so loose he couldn’t hope to keep what you’d poured into him inside without help.

He whined at the feeling, shifting his hips, tipping himself even further forward. “Need to keep it, please.”

“Shhhh, darling, don’t worry,” you murmured, retrieving his plug. You teased it at his loose hole for a moment before pushing it inside, where it came to rest. “There you go. All yours.”

“Thank you,” Damien said in a sigh of relief, sagging back onto the bed.

“Lay down,” you whispered, practically prowling the length of the bed to curl up beside him.

Damien rolled to face you, revealing his stomach coated in his own cum and the shiny wet patch on the bed below him where he’d writhed. “I made a mess,” he murmured almost thoughtfully. His thighs were also slick and shiny with fluids, both real and synthetic.

You would not force him through a seventh round, but dear god he looked delectable — now hazy and unfocused, exhausted but with a small thoroughly satisfied smile.

“Damien, do you know how beautiful you are?”

He blushed a little, letting you know he was headed back to earth.

“You are. So beautiful,” you murmured as you moved to clean him up. You weren’t letting him leave. He was going to stay here with your cum inside him, with the plug providing what his ruined hole couldn’t. You were going to clean him up, going to bring him some food to refuel after what you’d taken out of him, but keep him here to rest.

“I love you,” Damien said.

You paused your careful work long enough to press your lips to his in a rough kiss. “I love you, too.”

[bchemiqn]

bucket watches scream 5

i have a bad case of anxiety and cannot really handle horror movies but i will do anything for my hyperfixations and its currently Jenna Ortega and Wednesday so i’m watching scream 5 rn and will be live tweeting (live blogging???) here lol. exposure therapy ig…

SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 5 AHEAD!!

okay so i already saw some spoilers so ik who the killer is LMAO.

“Looking fetching” LMAO WHAT IS THAT KIND OF PHRASE ???

Jenna has impeccable acting just saying

girlie got stabbed and just PUNCHES THE DUDE LMAO LOVE THAT FOR HER

my god that jump-scare scared the shit out of me. OH MY GOD THROUGH HER HAND????

Jenna should play a final girl sometime, she’d be perfect (ik she survived in the babysitter killer queen but okay)

ah good, Jenna is still alive whoop whoop

everyone is suspicious but ik that that’s the point lol.

Jenna looks like a corpse lmaoo

AMBER SHES THE KILLER RIGHT???

Sam, we love Sam. We don’t love Amber.

ah yes i kinda hoped he would die.

Sam’s bf watching Stabs while sitting in the hospital next to his gf’s sister who just got stabbed has got to be the weirdest thing ever…

OH SHE HALLUCINATING, OH SHE NOT HALLUCINATING.

i know the secret too i think (this is a guess), Sam is the child of one of the previous killers (I’m guessing billy loomis?)

I FUCKING KNEW IT AAAHH.

Jenna’s acting… so good!

eyo thats Sidney!

mindy went on a whole monologue i love her call me crazy but sounds like a hyperfixation rant

damn those hallucinations really be hallucinating good.

i feel a jump-scare coming, i was right.

oooo mr wallows is gonna die isnt he

oh should’ve seen the mom coming tbh. gosh so much blood… so many stabs

this whole scene of mr wallows walking around his kitchen but nothing happening is giving me the heebie jeebies :(

AH GHOSTFACE IS IN THE HOUSE… that seems like such a horrible way to die tbh… also omg how graphic :(

EYO COURTENEY COX AAHH

Gale x Dewey redemption pls 🙏

stupid police

girlie why u getting out of bed ur barely alive. i feel so sorry for Tara omg. but again… impeccable acting wow.

uhoh there goes Richie…

impeccable timing whoop whoop.

NO NOT DEWEY, YESSS YOU GO DEWEY, NO DEWEY WHY R U GOING BACK??? NO DEWEY WHYYYY MY GOD HOW GRUESOME :(((

ig we’re not getting that Gale x Dewey redemption :(

SIDNEY CAME BACK??? GIRL LITERALLY THE LAST THING SHE SHOULDVE DONE.

Tara and Sam have such a sweet relationship bye :(

Gale and Sidney is a comedic due lol

Naw poor Tara with her astma

DID HE GET STABBED IN THE BALLS ??? Okay it was his leg great. why is the killer so aGRESSIVE WITH THE STABS???

also can i just say, no one besides Jenna even looks remotely like a teenager oh my god

“Hi GenZ” LMAO THIS DUDE

if I didn’t already know who it was, pink haired girlie would look reaaaallyy suspicious rn.

OH MY GOD THEYRE AT THE OG HOUSE??? THATS SO GOOD???

nooo not Mindy we love her

OH MY GOODDD THAT REVEAL WAS SO FUN???

“I’m not the fucking killer” “yeah i know” *shoots* AAAHH I LOVE IT

uhoh there goes Gale.

aw poor Tara, SAM WHY ARENT U CUTTING TARA LOOSE??

AH SIDNEY NO

OH MY GOD IT WAS RICHIE TOO FINWIDNWI WHAAATT WHAT IS THE CONNECTION BETWEEN HIM AND AMBER??? Oh subreddit wow…

UHOH SIDNEY

GO TARA GO TARA!!!

oh Amber has to be set on fire because of the hand sanitizer setup… I KNEW ITTT

i wanna be covered in blood and pretend stab someone too… someone cast me in a horror movie rn pls

Tara and Sam hugging :,) i love them

AHH MINDY AND CHAD SURVIVED FUCK YEAAAH

we love the og final girl x new final girl

Hearing the wallows at the end is such a wake-up call after a slasher horror movie LMAOO??

okay this was great for my reintroduction into horror (believe it or not i was very into horror when i was younger)! overall a 8/10 tbh

I’ll definitely be watching Scream 6 in theaters!

[razorblade180]

Constitution

On the outskirts of Dragonspine, Shenhe twirls her spear in the midst of combat, training her nephew. Chongyun’s skill with a blade is pretty commendable. His firm footing and sudden acceleration makes the force of his strikes cut through the chilled air. Shenhe however, is more experienced and skilled; raising her spear upward as he strikes to knock the greatsword to the sky before it crashed to the ground.

Chongyun:Darn it!

Shenhe:No, that was good. A valiant effort from start to finish. Do need a break?

Chongyun:I’m fine. It’s only been half an hour but I feel like I’m improving far more than if I was alone. Thank you for taking the time to train me.

Shenhe:Well I wouldn’t call myself a busy person. Also I like this. Training alone helps focus the mind, but thoughts have a way of being more distracting than the company of others at times. I welcome the change of pace. *smiles*

Chongyun:I’m glad you feel that way. Any lesson you teach, I’ll happily accept.

Shenhe:Is that your way of trying to get me to teach manifesting an avatar?

Chongyun:*red* It…crossed my mind.

Shenhe:Hehe, one day. Not today however. I had something else in mind.

Chongyun:I’m ready for it! Just give me a moment.

He took out a popsicle to calm himself, but Chongyun was robbed of the helpful tool by Shenhe faster than he can process.

Chongyun:Huh!?

Shenhe:Nope. No popsicles today. I intend on making you sweat.

Chongyun:Excuse me?

Shenhe:I understand your affliction with heat is a hindrance. Not only when it comes to spirits, but in demeanor as well. Having a way to counter it is helpful. However, take it from me when I say you should be learning to function without such tools. Now that you’re warmed up I believe now’s the perfect time to train in unfavorable situations.

Chongyun:Umm are you sure? I’ve tried many times to not let heat get the better of me. I’m afraid it impossible.

Shenhe:If there’s anything I know, it’s that impossible doesn’t exist in this world.

She picks up a rock and hurls it into a bush. Without warning, a fiery explosion startles Chongyun. Multiple explosions happen after another until they’re surrounded by a big ring of fire.

Chongyun:You had barrels set up!?

Shenhe:We’ll work on your observation skills another time.

xxxxx

Rigid movements thawed amongst the flames. Chongyun’s blade work had become volatile, slicing the air and manifesting ice way more aggressively towards his aunt. Shenhe was definitely moving faster, sensing the urgency of avoiding his attacks. Still, his power was well within what she can handle. She found an opening just like before and knocked his blade away. However….

Shenhe:Good, but you-

The boy still ran at her, now swinging a spirit blade. Shenhe hastily brought her spear up to block, shattering the ice on impact; and what should’ve marked Chongyun’s typical end to an assault was prolonged with one move neither expected. Caught up in the heat of the battle, Chongyun punched his aunt right in the face. As her lip bled, they both paused in shock.

Shenhe:….

Chongyun:*covers mouth*….I’m so sorry. I didn’t-

Shenhe:Haha! Well then, that was unexpected hehehe. Let my guard down; that’s on me. Nice work.

Chongyun:Are you okay? I don’t know what came over me.

Shenhe:A little blood never hurt anyone. I wanted you to cut loose and you are. So how’s it feel.

Chongyun:I…don’t dislike it. It’s different, unknown. *smiles*

Shenhe:Then let’s figure it out together.

Chongyun:Thank you.

Shenhe:No thanks necessary. To feel unburdened is a joy all experience.

Chongyun:Then…allow me to grant that for you. Even if it’s only a little.

Shenhe:I don’t think that’s-

Chongyun:Impossible doesn’t exist in this world. Let’s both step forward together, as family.

Shenhe:..Very well.*removes earrings* Brace yourself.

Chongyun:Yes ma’am!

[Some time later...]

Xiangling:Welcome to W- aaahh!

The entire restaurant couldn’t help be stare at the tall, mysterious woman, her face scratched up and lip bleeding while her clothes were burned. Also, the small battered and equally bloody boy draped over her shoulder was highly concerning.

Xiangling:Chongyun!!!

Shenhe:Five cryo whopper flower popsicles please.

Hu Tao:*walks in* Xiangling! Fire up the stove because I’m starving to dea- Ahh oh my gods! Chongyun, you’re a corpse!!! I never even got the chance to-

Chongyun:*raises head*

Hu Tao….To give a coupon. Yep. That’s what I was going to…*clears throat* yep.

Shenhe:May I please get those popsicles? Maybe a washroom? I didn’t mean to make a mess.

Xiangling: *inhales* Would you kindly explain the mess while I get the popsicles perhaps?

Chongyun & Shenhe: *smiles* Training!

Hu Tao & Xiangling: *visible concern*

Xingqui:*walks in* Good afternoo-…. Do I even want to know?

[natashas-wh0r3]

WandaxReader, Top!Wanda, Professor!Wanda, CollegeStudent!Reader

Legal age gap, strap on, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, praise, mommy kink, choking

Zara = Your roommate, detka = baby, Moya krasavitsa = my beautiful girl

“Y/N GET TF UP” i hear Zara yell in my ear. “what what WHAT” i scream in response trying to cover my head with a pillow. “YOUR LATE” oh fuck i thought. I have History this morning and that means Ms. Maximoff. She’s a great teacher but very strict. Not to mention very attractive. She often will motivate me when we’re going assignments “Good job detka” or “you’ve got this moya krasavitsa”. It would always make my cheeks go red and my legs cross. I sprung up out of bed and threw on my outfit before grabbing all my necessities and bolting to class. I practically throw myself through the door. “i’m so sorry Ms. Maximoff i accidentally slept in” i was definitely a bit sweaty and panting. Ms. Maximoff turned to look at me. “go to your seat but you will be staying after class” “yes Ms.Maximoff”. i went to my seat and began trying to listen to the lecture however my mind kept drifting to Ms. Maximoff. she wore a black dress that had a v cut down the middle showing her breasts a little her hair was pulled back in a loose bun. God did she look hot. “Ms. Y/n” i hear my teacher call. “I asked what year was the first world war” my brain was all sputtered out. I tried to say something but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. “Okay guys i’m dismissing class early, Y/n u stay in your seat” uh oh, i’m fucked. Everyone starts packing up and i can hear whispers of students as they leave “Y/n’s definitely in trouble” one of them says. Soon everyone is gone besides me and Ms. Maximoff. “y/n, care to explain why you were zoned out during my lecture”. “i- uh no thank you”. i try to sound polite. “it better have been worth it” she says stalking up to me. “because ur cheeks we’re definitely a bit pink, thinking about someone in particular y/n” she says my voice in a deep sultry tone. she leans onto my desk right infront of me. giving me a perfect view of her pale, freckled boobs. i clearly was eyeing them too long because when i looked up Ms. Maximoff was smirking at me. “something u want to tell me detka?” she says, “or do you need motivation”. i was very puzzled and then surprised and she begins to unzip her dress. “holy fucking hell”  you thought to yourself. her dress slowly falls off her shoulders and pools down by her feet. underneath she’s wearing a lace bra and underwear set. i was drooling over the sight infront of me. she grabs my chin and tilts my head up “do you want me y/n” she says with a growl of dominance. “yes Ms. Maximoff” she smirks “it’s Wanda but call me Mommy for now” “yes mommy” i respond. “good girl” she walks forward and puts her lips on mine, the taste of her vanilla chapstick now in my mouth. she pulls back and looks at me “can you strip for mommy?” I don’t even answer i pull my shirt over my head and i clasp my bra letting my boobs fall out. “oh detka, look at you so gorgeous, such a whore for mommy”  she grabs my face and pulls me into another kiss, slowly leading me to her desk. she faces my front towards the desk and bends me over it. “mommy but i thought you wanted me nak-“ i try to say before she cuts me off “shh, i’ll take them off” she un buttons my pants and pulls them down to my ankles. my dark green thong being the only thing left. “fuck, green is definitely your color” she says clearly turned on. she walks around her desk, unlocking a drawer and pulling out a green 7 inch strap. “and this will match” she says smirking. she walks back behind me and i can hear her fastening the strap. she then hooks her fingers around my panties pulling them down by my pants. she leans over me her now unclothed boobs pressing into my back and the tip of the strap prodding at my entrance. “Mommy, please fuck me, please” “okay detka as you wish” she slowly pushes the strap in to my soaked pussy, making me feel full. she pulls all the way out before slamming back in. i throw my head back releasing a moan. “that’s it keep making those pretty noises” she picks up the pace a little, reaching one hand around and pinching my nipples “Mommy harder, please i wanna feel u in my stomach” i beg desperately, i’ve never been this

much of a bottom for a woman but this woman drives me crazy. “okay Moya krasavitsa” she leans forward slamming into me. The slapping sounds in the room increase as she grabs my hair and pulls my head back “OH MOMMY” i yell out. she pushes even harder moving a bit to hit my g-spot perfectly “YES YES IM GONNA CUM” i push my hips back awaiting my orgasm before feeling a strong slap across my ass. “oh fuck” i moan. “wait detka” she says to me going even faster than i thought she could. “MOMMY PLEASE” that earned me another hard spank. “I SAID WAIT WHORE” she wraps her arm around my front wrapping her hand around my throat. “cum do it” she whispers in my ear. “AAAHH MOMMY” i scream as i came all over the strap. the white fluid leaking down my thighs. “oh detka what a big mess you made” she says slowly pulling out of me. I slowly turn around to see my cum dropping off the strap and onto the floor. Wanda unbuckles the strap pulling it off. She brings the strap to her mouth and licks it up and down removing every last drop of my cum. “mmm i love how you taste moya krasavitsa” she squats licking the cum off of my thighs as well. “get dressed and clean up i’ve got another class in 20 minutes, but meet me after school” she says winking at me. i get dressed and turn to her. “goodbye mommy” “bye detka” she blows me a little kiss before i step out the door

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Hiiii Kasey! I hope you’re doing well. I saw that you reblogged the prompt list and was wondering if maybe you could do 21 with lee!Sapnap and ler!Punz. But only if you’re up to it! Also, thank you so much for always liking and reblogging my fics! :)

Ahh hi hi! Ofc your fics are crazy good!

This is loosely based off this clip

Sapnap had tickled punz just minutes ago for having stolen one of his monsters but his mind was already filling with thoughts of revenge! So with that he got up from his place on the living room floor and marched his way to sapnaps room, he knocked once and waited for an answer

“Yea come in”

Punz walked in silently as he stared at sapnap

“Oh hey what’s up?”

Punz smirked softly “oh nothing much just figured it’s time for some revenge!”

He bounded over to sapnaps bed quickly settling onto his waist before he could even try to get up!

Sapnap already felt giggles bubbling in his chest “P-puhunz we we we can talk about this right?”

Punz snickered “hmm let me think about it… yea well considering you tickled me to pieces for having one of your monsters that I carried in I think it’s only fair I get down revenge! So now let’s get started shall we hmm?”

He wastes no time scribbling and squeezing up and down Sapnaps sides and ribs!

Sapnap squeaks falling into loud laughter “EEK AHAHHAA BAHHAHHAHA NAHAHHA PUHUHUNNZZZ!”

“Hey this is your own doing you know, and it’s not my fault you’re so ticklish on two such easy to tickle spots…”

Sapnap jerks trying to roll back and forth beneath punz to lessen the tickling

“AHAHAH YOUURRHEHEHE SOHOHO DUHUHMBBB SHUHUTT UHUHUPPP!”

Punz scoffs “Oh I’m dumb am I? You want me to shut up do you?”

Sapnap nods “YEHEHSSS!”

Punz shrugs “alright your funeral!”

So with that he lifts sapnaps shirt, his hand resting on his right ribs and side as his head leans down towards his left ribs and side…

Sapnap gasps at the cool air as he begins pleading

“PUNZ NO PLEASE DON’T! PLEASE!”

Punzo glances at him “you gonna let me take a monster without tickling me to pieces for it next time?”

Sapnap scoffs “No! They’re mine!”

Punz shrugs “Alright then truly this is your funeral…”

So he begins scribbling and squeezing on Sapnap’s right side and ribs again as his mouth lands on his left side and ribs quickly nibbling and blowing raspberries!

Sapnap shrieks so loud that if foolish is streaming it can definitely be heard on his stream along with the laughter that follows…

“AAEEHH NANAHHAHA HAHAH PUHUHUNNZZZ AHHAHAHA NAHHAHA”

Punz continues silently for a few moments before pausing “yes sapnap? Ready to agree to our deal?”

Sapnap shakes his head “ssscccrrehehhewww yoouuu thehheheyyrrrhehhehe mihihiyyy mohohonnssttrrhehherss!”

Punz tsks softly “Wrong answer”

He leans down once more beginning the whole process again but this time he makes the raspberries bigger and shakes his head to make it tickle more and as if that’s not bad enough now instead of one hand tickling his right side and ribs that hand moves to his armpit along with his other hand moving to his left armpit!

Sapnap screams before falling into his loudest laughter yet and he gives up just moments after it’s began!

“AAAHH HAHAHAH OHOHOKKAHHAYYY OHOHOKAHHAYYY DHEEHHAHHALLL IHIHI GIGIHVVVEHEHE YOIUU WIHIHINN!”

Punz stops and climbs of sap allowing him to curl up and he begins helping sap rub the ghost tickles away on the side he was nibbling and raspberrying on

Suddenly a knock is heard on the doorway and they both turn and see foolish

“Um you you guys know I’m still live right..”

Sapnap sits up quickly “WHAT?!?”

Foolish nods “so um stream heard what I’m guessing is the last two or three minutes of that…”

Sapnap turns to punz who smiles apologetically “um…”

Sapnap takes a deep breath and lets it out “you have three seconds to run..”

Foolish quickly moved out of the way as punz went racing past him!

It’s safe to say sapnaps screams of laughter weren’t the only ones heard in the background of foolish’s stream that night!

[oxiosa]

Hi Oxi! I'm here cause through the years our fandom has discussed and explore the BrArg rivalry a lot but I feel we don't talk enough about them playing together. (Been watching some football youtube and I'm sentimental now). 1/3

I feel these two could work so well (Looking at Ney/Messi and Dinho/Messi). I dare guess this could be how the sexual tension from their rivalry could culminate in some scenarios. With their undeniable chemistry together in and off the pitch.  2/3

I'm not even an expert about football or anything but I've even been thinking what possitions they'd play, who their style would be the most like? For example, I think Tincho would be great but I don't think he'd play just like Messi or even Diego (I don't think I see Tincho being left-footed and him being tall may also be interfering lol). Maybe more like Batigol? IDK, I do think he'd be a 9 and Lucho the 10 maybe? 3/3

Hello, dear! Aaahh thank you for the messages, love getting (new?) people join our little brarg discourse.

Before getting into some football discussion, I wanna disclaimer that even if I’m a hardcore Argentina NT fan, I don’t care about National Leagues and that makes me a little green in general terms. So, hablemos sin saber, anon, HERE GOES NOTHING.

I think you made a very interesting point with the player positions. I agree and I do think Luciano is a perfect 10; he’s deviously smart and sneaky and you know he’s the kind of prayer who’d infuriate defenders as he breaks havoc among enemy lines, dancing around them and always finding a way to slip through and shoot towards the goal.

But I've always struggled a little with Martín’s position. I think Tincho is 10 material, ngl. Dinho is even taller than Tinchito and he’s a legendary 10, so don’t count Martín out just for his height, anon! But I see where you’re going suggesting a 9, especially if we’re indulging in a scenario where both Lulu and Tincho are playing together and can’t both be the 10.

I personally don’t like a 9 for Martín - it might be my football inexperience speaking but I feel it lacks a little bit of agency over the game as a whole. Lacks charm and magic to me, I don’t think Martín’s just a striker, yk? And here I’d like us to entraint what will probably be a bit of a controversial idea: how about Martín being a midfielder? You say Batistuta and Di María, but how about Mascherano or De Paul?

Here, allow me to make my case with the help of wikipedia: “Midfielders provide a link between defense and attack. They offer an additional line of defense when the team is under attack, and they have a key role initiating attacks as they can be sometimes described as ‘playmakers’. Midfielders are always busy in a game and are often therefore described as the engine room of the team.”

I think this restless flexible role really fits Martín, who he is overbearing and domineering and downright restless. Martín would totally be the sort of player who’s all over the field trying to get the game to go his way. He will be pushing forward always on the attack, but I think he would fall back and go after a lost ball as well. Martín is aggressive and competitive, lethal and perfect for attack, but he also is very fierce and doesn’t give up which are traits I think make him good defense. He attack, he defend, but most important he makes sure the ball goes wherever he wants it to be. I like this flexible role that just allows him to do whatever the hell he wants, I feel it suits rebellious loose-cannon Martín very well to be a little bit of everything and all over the place and not have just one defined role. He’s free to just be wherever he feels he is needed.

I also really like this “playmaker” role for him. It allows him to be strategic and creative, traits shared with a 10! That’s where true magic happens; the thing with big players isn’t just about their footwork but also their quick clever minds. Additionally, this concept of “engine of the team” really fits him, yk?

Now, as perfect as I think he’s for the role, here my problem with midfielder!Martín: no matter how good a midfielder might be, they don't take the spotlight the way strikers do, and I do think that's an issue for someone with Martín's ridiculous ego. Knowing him and how dangerous his football skills are and how much of a diva Tincho is, I think he needs to be a striker, a showman, the star of the team.

So now I’m back at where I started: I have no idea where to put Tinchito if I’m not giving him the 10 :D

[ga-yuu]

~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 20~Part 1

Warning!! This story has a lot of blood and gore because Kurama did exactly what all sexual assaulters deserved.

Chapter 19

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???: "What the fuck are you doing?"

(Eh...)

At that moment---- the air around us was suffocatingly tense.

Enemy 1: "Ngh....."

The men's smiles froze, and they all turned their attention to the owner of the voice.

(No way....)

Kurama: "Did you touch the woman?"

Kurama landed from the sky at a lightning speed.

The jet-black wings spread out with rage that rises from his whole body.

Enemy 2: “W-What..? What is this guy...!!?”

Yoshino: “Kurama....?”

(Why are you here?)

Tears started to well up in my eyes as I felt so emotional that these questions didn’t even matter.

Kurama: “......... Yoshino. Wait for me.”

-----I heard the sound of a fan being unfolded.

A gust of wind hit all the men at once.

Enemy 1: “Aaahh!!?”

As the screams of the men cut by the wind blade rose, only Kurama looked down at the battlefield unperturbed.

(-----He’s so angry.)

The men shouted and staggered away from me, their swords at their sides.

Enemy 1: “Waoh woah!! If you don’t step back then I’ll kill this-----”

Kurama: “..........”

The moment his eyes meet the red eyes, the man gasps for breath.

A moment later I realized that Kurama slit his throat with his iron fan before he could finish his words.

Enemy 2: “Please! Spare our lives, we were only told to do this....”

Kurama: “I don’t care.”

(.......Nn.)

Without giving the pale men a second glance, Kurama drew his sword from his waist and swung it.

The enemy buzzes with fear at the sight of their comrade cut down with a single sword.

Enemy 3: “Waa!”

Kurama: “-----Where are you running off too?”

The black wings flap powerfully and Kurama lands right in front of the enemy who runs off in a tangle.

Kurama: “----I’ll send you to the furthest place.”

The last sound the man heard was a voice that could not have been colder.

Kurama looks back, his body stained with blood.

Kurama: “How wonderful. Today was great, I got to vent my seething anger as much as I like.”

------Part 2-------

Kurama: “How wonderful. Today was great, I got to vent my seething anger as much as I like.”

(...It’s cold.)

Everyone was aware that the freezing cold was due to awe.

The remaining enemy drops back as if under pressure.

Enemy 4: “You,...you monster!!”

Kurama: “Anyone who touches this monster’s belongings should die.”

The black wings, soaked in blood, are even more lustrous and out of this world.

Kurama: “I have no plans in leaving any of you alive. So can watch me as much as you like.”

I could see the blade of the sword glowing pale with the power of the spell, maybe only to my eyes.

(Kurama....he’s going to kill everyone here.)

I am nervous, thirsty, unable to formulate my thoughts.

Yoshino: “Wait....”

Kurama: “.....?”

Kurama stops moving at the sound of my voice.

Yoshino: “Don’t kill.”

----I didn’t know how I could have said that.

Kurama: “.........I say no.”

(Ah)

With a light kick, Kurama leaps through the air and lands behind the next man.

Enemy 5: “Eh....?”

Before the man whose life had been snatched from him could collapse, Kurama was already flying again.

------And all I could do was watch the massacre unfolding right before my eyes.

(He’s killing everyone....so easily...just like that.)

The red blood on the ground is already hardening.

It was like something out of a nightmare and my head was spinning.

(What should I do? What am I going to say to Kurama?)

Slowly I could feel Kurama approaching me....

Kurama: “...............”

(Ahh.)

(Is he going to kill me too?)

His red eyes were neither empty nor sorrowful.

The exuberance of the massacre burned like a residual fire.

Kurama: “Stop trembling.”

---------Part 3--------

Kurama: “Stop trembling.”

Yoshino: “I---”

The blood-stained hand stretched out loosely.

He touches my cheek as I forgot to move.

Kurama: “With these hands, I slaughtered your fellow humans. Like crushing a winged insect, without any hesitation or mercy......Are you afraid of me now, human?”

The tips of my hands and feet become cold with tension.

(I can’t lie now.)

Because if there is even the slightest hint of deception, Kurama would immediately notice.

Yoshino: “....I’m scared.”

Kurama: “.....nn.”

Kurama took a sharp breath when he saw me spill my true feelings in a shaky voice.

Yoshino: “But.....thank you for saving me.”

Kurama: “Yoshino...”

The words are broken by confusion, and silence descends as if the voice is afraid of wavering.

Eventually-----

Kurama: “.....your cheeks are warm.”

(It’s like he’s talking to himself...)

Kurama: “You’re alive.”

Yoshino: “.....Mm.”

The way Kurama said it as if he was relieved made my heart ache sadly.

(You said you’d kill me with your own hands. Then why?)

The fingertips that had been touching leave behind a low body temperature.

I bit my lip secretly, feeling an irresistible urge to leave.

(I’m a contradiction.)

On the one hand, I fear Kurama as a demon who takes someone’s life lightly.

But I’m also so happy that he rushed to save me.

(If Kurama is cruel enough to take a human life lightly, then I am just as guilty.)

Yoshino: “....Why did Kurama come to see me?”

Kurama: “....aah.”

Kurama holds out one of his clasped hands towards me.

He opened it and I saw a dimly glowing stone in his hand.

Yoshino: “...! My stone.”

(So he found it.)

(But...did you hold onto this while you were fighting?)

Perhaps that’s why the white stone was also stained with dots of red.

As soon as I touched it, the stone cracks open.

Yoshino: “Ah...”

Kurama: “.....so fragile.”

Part 2

[intheticklecloset]

The Blushing Game (My Hero Academia) / 12 Days of Ficmas

One Shot

Day 9/12

Requested by: Gummi Anon

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Shipping: KamiMomoJirou (poly ship)

This is my first time ever writing for a poly ship, so I hope I manged to pull it off here. This was a super fun one to write! I’m so obsessed with MHA right now that writing for the fandom gives me liiiiiife! I was so happy to see this request in my inbox! Gummi requested a fic in which Kaminari is still processing the fact that he has two girlfriends, so Momo and Jirou find it hilarious to tease him and make him blush. Enjoy!

Note: This fic will remain unconnected to my other MHA fics. It’s just for the 12 Days! ^^

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Once upon a time, Denki Kaminari desperately hoped he’d be lucky enough to score a girlfriend one day.

Now, he had two.

How on Earth he’d been so lucky, he still had no idea. Two young women who liked him – and each other – enough to form a polyamorous relationship together was a dream come true for him. One that he honestly still thought he might wake up from any day now. But it was real, and every day Momo and Jirou found ways to remind him of that.

Today, evidently, was “see how hard we can make Denki blush” day for the girls. The three of them were in Jirou’s room hanging out together, talking about classes, discussing future hero work – all the usual stuff. Then, suddenly, it was as if the two females in the room had some sort of unspoken discussion between themselves, because the next thing Kaminari knew…

“Want to play a game, sweetheart?” Momo asked, smiling at him.

Kami grinned. “Yeah, sure. What is it?”

She glanced at Jirou, then back at him. “We want to see how flustered we can make you.”

“Basically, if we can make you go stupid just from teasing you.” Jirou smirked. “I don’t think it will take much.”

He paused, eyes widening as he glanced back and forth between them. “Uh…I mean…if you think it will be fun, then sure, I…I guess…” He floundered for words, unsure what to say. How could he refuse their hopeful faces?

“Great. I’ll start,” Momo announced, scooting closer to him and reaching an arm around his shoulders while her free hand began working at the tie he still wore from class today. “Hey, handsome.”

“Oh, god,” he whimpered, not realizing he’d said it out loud until both of them chuckled at him. He shifted a little but stayed put as Momo worked his tie loose and eventually slid it off of him.

She smiled at him. “You’re looking particularly good today. Did you do something different with your hair?”

“U-Um…” Denki tried not to blush, but he knew it was useless. He was blushing as soon as she’d said the word ‘flustered.’ It was like an automatic response in his biology. “Nope, just, ah…just feeling good, you know?”

Jirou scooted forward now as well, running one hand through his hair. “Feeling good, huh?” She kissed his cheek briefly. “I’d say so.”

Kami whined a little, feeling the heat of his blush and wishing he wasn’t so easy to tease. Before he could say anything more, Jirou’s fingers trailed from his hair down to his neck, and the light touch made him scrunch up his shoulders and giggle reflexively.

Both of the girls’ faces lit up.

“N-No, wait, I – please, no!” Denki squealed when they both scribbled their fingers along his sides and stomach. Giggles spilled from him in light, soft waves as he began to squirm. “Nohohohoho, wahahahait! Please, I’m t-tihihihihihihicklish!”

“We figured as much,” Jirou teased. She took the initiative and reached for the previously discarded necktie, using it to bind Kami’s wrists together quickly and with surprising sufficiency. Then she and Momo pushed him to the floor and raised his arms above his head.

Denki’s breath hitched. “Please, girls, I cahahan’t, I’m too – ah! Too tihihihihicklish! Nohohohohohohoho!”

Giggling along with him, both Momo and Jirou gently scribbled all over his torso, from his stomach to his sides to his ribs and even his underarms. Denki remained a giggly, blushy, squirmy mess beneath them, babbling out pleas for mercy all the while.

“Aw, look how cute you are!” Momo gushed teasingly.

Jirou smirked. “Not as tough as you think you are, huh, sparky?”

“Plehehehehehehehease! Please, stahahahahahahap, it t-tihihickles too muhuhuhuhuch!” Kami squealed and squirmed and tried to roll out of their grasp, but Momo quickly straddled him, keeping him pinned in place. This only seemed to make him more sensitive, as his giggling became gentle laughter and his face a shade darker. “Nahahahahahahahaha! Oh, gohohohod, stahahahahahap!”

“Hmm…” Jirou hummed, leaving his torso to Momo while moving a bit lower down to grab at his knees. “How about here?”

“NOOOOHOHOHOHO NO NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” All at once Denki was shrieking with laughter, kicking his legs desperately while his bound hands came down to try and shove Momo off of him. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Ooh, good spot, huh?” Jirou chuckled, forcing his legs to lay flat on the ground so she could straddle his shins and worm her fingers underneath to the sensitive knee pits. “What if I do this?”

“AAAHH!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Denki tossed his head back and literally screamed with laughter, his cries sounding more and more like he was losing his grip on sanity. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE I CAHAHAHAN’T!!”

Momo laughed, grabbing his arms that were trying to shove her away and pinning them back above his head. Up close like this, she could see his blush had spread to his ears and neck, and mirthful tears were springing to his eyes as he tossed his head back and forth wildly, laughter escaping him faster than he could keep up with.

“PLEASE, I—!! IT’S TOO MUHUHUHUHUCH I CAHAHAHAHAN’T--!!” Denki laughed so hard that not only did the first mirthful tear escape him, the air around him began to spark. “I’M G-GOHOHOHOHONNA BLOHOHOHOHOW A F-F-FUHUHUHUHUHUSE IF YOU D-DOHOHOHOHON’T STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Don’t stop?” Jirou laughed. “Well, you asked for it!”

“Kyouka!” Momo cried, startled when the sparks around Kami intensified. “He’s not kidding! Ease up a little, okay?”

Jirou glanced up, surprised, but took her girlfriend’s word for it and stopped tickling under his knees, instead skittering over his thighs very lightly. “Is he all right?”

“Plehehehehehehease,” Denki begged, his laughter far less dangerous now but coming out in gasps and wheezes, his face as dark red as it could possibly be before it turned purple. Hysterics-induced tears streamed down his face. “Plehehehehease, stop, I beheheheheheg you…”

“We’d better stop,” Momo decided, climbing off of their boyfriend and reaching up to untie his hands.

Jirou followed her lead, seeing Kami’s face for the first time and feeling a slight pang of guilt, knowing she’d pushed him to this state.

“Denki, baby,” Momo murmured, discarding the tie for the second time that night and brushing his spiky blonde hair out of his face. “Are you okay? Did we go too far?”

“I’m sorry,” Jirou added, moving up to where he lay gasping for air and putting a hand on his heaving chest. “I didn’t realize how much it tickled.”

“D-Don’t…apologize…” Kaminari gasped. He sat up with their help and grinned tiredly at them. “I don’t usually like being tickled, mostly because I know how dangerous I can be when I lose my self-control like that. I just didn’t want to hurt you two. That’s why I needed you to stop.”

“We’re sorry,” Momo said, and Jirou nodded her agreement.

He put an arm around each of them and hugged them close. “You’re fine, girls. I’m not mad. And I…I don’t mind if you tickle me again. I mean…it’s you, after all. But just…be careful, okay? I can’t help it if I lose control of my quirk when I’m losing my mind laughing.”

Momo and Jirou wrapped their arms around him and each other, forming a group hug that felt especially intimate to all three of them.

And once again, Denki Kaminari thought how lucky he was to have not just one but two girlfriends who were so caring and understanding. He was indeed a lucky man.

[keyofjetwolf]

Don’t mind me, just a body language appreciation post. CEO sits in her chair, back straight, head high. Her arms are crossed loosely in her lap, and her legs are also crossed just as casually. She’s closed off, but fully in control, absolutely nothing about her suggests the slightest concern about anything Sarah is, was, or might be.

Prime, on the other hand, is hunched in her chair, arms angrily crossed. Defensive, defensive, defensive. But also with her legs wide, ready to fight or ready to run. The aggressive switch is ready to be flipped at any moment. She may not know how it’ll manifest, but that hardly matters. She’ll figure that part out when she gets there.

Bonus helping: shot composition appreciation post. Look at the perfect division in this shot. The windows, precisely centered on that frame. The table, precision set to be equally halved down the reflected line of that window frame. The nature of the building reflections themselves, with Prime’s side cluttered and busy while CEO’s is clear and barely touched. The buildings! The buildings around Prime appear more industrial and gritty, contrasted with CEO’s side with the neon pinks and blues. One side dirty and crumbling but still standing, the other clean and modern but untouched and untested. There’s also how Prime herself seems to sink into her side, you might lose her, but CEO is easily distinguishable, you see her even if you aren’t looking. Finally, there’s the smoke, which I THINK may actually be CGI’d in (making it all the more intentional which: AAAHH). Smoke obscures, of course, which works as a perfect representation of how Sarah was lost to all this for so long -- and suggesting she could so easily once again run and be lost -- but it also signifies all that she can’t see through. The smokescreen works both ways. Right now though, in this moment, CEO’s side is completely clear, she all the answers laid out before her.

THIS IS A REALLY FUCKING GOOD SHOT IN JUST ABOUT EVERY WAY IS WHAT I’M SAYING

[xxbyimm]

Hello!! I’m here for the DVD commentary! This is from Vibrant Blue which is one of my favorite stories by you!! So dreamy and steamy! I love how quickly he falls for her. Dreamy indeed! I’d love to know about anything you want to share. Thank you! -LegolasLovely 🧝🏻‍♂️♥️

There she finally was.

Fíli licked his lips, suddenly feeling extremely aware of himself. He straightened his tunic, hoping that the vibrant blue color wouldn’t be too obvious. He usually wore more modest colors, but since uncle Thorin (even at his age!) seemed to get loads of attention in these shades of blue, the prince had decided to give it a go.

But seriously. Did he look ridiculous? He nervously glanced around, but nobody seemed to mind him. Except the beautiful woman. Her E/C eyes traveled lazily over his appearance before she gave him a soft smile. The smooth move set his cheeks on fire and the prince quickly turned away.

‘Hey, Kíli.’ He murmured.

His brother seemed to be in another zone again, now talking animatedly with one of the bar wenches. It wouldn’t come as a surprise if the dark-haired prince managed to take one of them home for the night.

‘Kíli!’ he nevertheless tried again, now more deliberate.

‘What?’ the youngest Durin said irritably, turning his head. ‘What now?’

‘How do I look?’

Aaaaah thank you so much for asking me this, @legolaslovely !! I'm so psyched to answer this... Let's start with the DVD commentary for 'Vibrant Blue - Fíli x reader'!

I remember writing this as the sixth fic of the day for my Fíli appreciation week in 2019 (two years ago already ughhhh whyy). Though I had planned to finish writing my own seven contributions, life happened and suddenly I found myself halfway through Fíli appreciation week and still having 2-3 fics to do. I hate to rush my writing, but there was nothing for it and I pushed myself to find a plot suitable for the theme (his boyish good looks).

The theme suited a tavern setting perfectly (like, where are the Durin's going to show off their boyish good looks if not the tavern? ;D) and I remember going with post BOTFA because slightly matured prince Fíli is irresistable.

So then I thought... what happens when we place the princes in the tavern? They're both tired and bored after a long workweek. How will they handle this sudden freedom?

Haha, as you can guess... Kíli goes all the way. He's drunk and makes a fool out of himself, but somehow still manages to get a girl to spend the night with him (I blame his boyish good looks ;D). Fíli (bless this gentle, cute and DREAMY soul!) is much more reserved. He's next in line for the throne and he feels that weight on his shoulders all the time. He doesn't allow himself to let loose even a little. His uncle is counting on him to be responsible.

Ugh, poor baby.

So as I pictured this tired, sweet prince sitting on that barstool, I asked myself why he would want to go out anyway. What would motivate him to leave his duties be for a while?

Aaahh, there she was! A love interest. I didn't want to go with a 'handsome, confident prince seduces woman' trope because that would be the obvious direction, so instead I pictured Fíli slightly insecure. Don't get me wrong, he's used to getting attention from the females, but the fact that he's a prince probably have a lot to do with that. Or, so Fíli believes (I'd say it's because he's so charming ughh!). So when he sees this beautiful woman in the tavern, who probably has no clue who he is, Fíli just... pines after her- haha! I think the fact that she's solid dating material makes him especially nervous.

Ohhh and the tunic colour! We had to get those looks into the story as well... In my mind, Fíli had decided that night that he was going make a move on his crush and he wanted to look his best. We often look to our role models (awwwww) for guidance, so I guess that's why he chose to wear vibrant blue, just like his uncle.

But Fíli is ALSO SMOOTH AS FUCK and quickly finds his mojo back once she has made the move... And oohhh she is going to fall so hard for him!!!

Vibrant blue turned out to be such a joy to write, despite the pressure I was under at the time. Fíli is such a sweet and pleasant character to work with and whenever I write about him, whatever plot I try to write just comes to me naturally. I adore our golden lion and I should write more fics about him...

Thank you so much for asking me for DVD commentary! I enjoyed telling you about the writing process and I might have gone overboard with it. <33 THANK YOU AGAIN!

[loulikesyansim]

Itachi X Budo?

aaahh i was supposed to post this yesterday

anyway this turned out cuter than i thought

Aches

Itachi looked up from his phone at the sound of the door opening. He pulled himself out of his slouch and set it down on the nightstand.

“I’m home,” Budo called out.

“In the bedroom,” Itachi said, equally as loud.

Just a few seconds later, Budo opened the door and padded in. He sat down next to him on the bed, smiled, and leaned in for a kiss, which Itachi willingly gave.

“How was the tournament?” 

“Good, we won,” Budo laid down further and smiled up at him, “Tiring though. Would have been better if you were there.” Damn that smile. Every time Budo smiled like that it made him want to drop everything - his job, his classes - to sit through a few days of boring martial arts competitions just so he could see his boyfriend’s face for all of them. He didn’t care if it made him a sap, he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. 

He sighed and absentmindedly played with Budo’s hair. “I wish I could’ve been there too. I’ll see if I can make it next time.”

He looked down and noticed Budo scrunching his face in pain. At some point, he had loosely curled into himself with his arms around his knees.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Itachi said, concerned.

“I’m fine, I just- some of the bruises and soreness haven’t really left - y’know?” Itachi did know. The pain from being on your feet, constantly playing or practicing, for multiple days straight could stick for days after a competition was over. That combined with pain from injuries, bruises, and getting kicked in the same spot one too many times usually made him want to retire into his bed and never move again.

“Anything specifically hurt?”

Budo paused for a second before answering. “My shoulder is killing me.”

Itachi winced in sympathy. “Do you need anything? Medicine?”

“Hot water bottle?” 

“Sure.” Itachi rubbed his shoulder one last time and moved to the kitchen. As the hot water bottle heated up, he grabbed some painkillers and a glass of water - he knew Budo would need them in the morning. He brought everything back and set the water and pills on the table. Budo reached a hand out for the bottle, and he handed it over. He carefully tucked it behind his shoulder and leaned into the warmth. 

Itachi sat back down on the bed slowly, trying not to move his boyfriend. He replaced his hand in Budo’s hair, suppressing a chuckle at the way Budo nuzzled into him. He picked up his phone and continued where he had left off scrolling. Budo shifted next to him for a bit, before settling down. The sound of Budo’s slow, even breathing compelled him to look over. Budo laid there, eyes closed with one of his legs tucked under Itachi’s and his arms pulled into his chest.

Itachi bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Love you,” he whispered, thinking Budo was completely asleep.

“You too,” Budo said, practically asleep, barely realizing he was talking or being talked to. As Itachi watched his boyfriend’s eyes flutter closed again he realized - he might be a sap, but Budo loved him for it.

[maximotts]

I'm sorry that everyone keeps annoying you about Private Hire. I'm sure it's overwhelming having everyone come at you from all angles demanding it. They have no idea the time and effort you put into it and for free might I add. Just know (as I'm sure you already do) that there's no rush for it. Masterpieces aren't always made over night and the PH is exactly that. Take your time with it, write it however you want it be, put it on hiatus if that's what you need, even cancel the story all together if that's what it takes. Myself and heaps of people here will support whatever decision you make. You're an incredible writer. Just remember that 💕

It does get really overwhelming, yeah, getting asked about it daily is probably one of the reasons it’s not out yet honestly because it’s just a lot of pressure now and this is not my job..

Private Hire is weird I guess because it’s technically a string of connected one shots, not an actual series so they can all be just read individually or whatnot. But then there is one Event that the first half of these one shots are leading up to and that’s what people are waiting for so I’m like “aaahh if we get to this point then I can write what I want for them more loosely!” But ahaha I’ve been BUSY and so technically even though it’s an AU, it doesn’t need a full hiatus because it’s made to be a dynamic I can just write about until I get tired of it 😪

I wouldn’t call it a masterpiece (but thank you for thinking so), but it is my baby and I love those mob wives so much. It sucks that whenever I open the Google doc for it lately I just feel stressed out! But it’s coming and I am working on it, but uhh in my own time