#and I KNOW the fanfic is gonna go crazy once this is done

[chameleon8]

Last song: Tale as Old As Time - Lydia The Bard. It’s basically Belle’s villain song, and one of my favorites of her music

Favorite color: I like all colors, mainly cause I know how to make any two colors look good together. My favorite color combos are ectoplasmic green and dark purple, light yellow and dark purple, and light yellow to pink to dark purple. I use a lot of dark purple

Last book: A tale of witchcraft. I just need to read the last book in the Tale Of Magic series before I can finally go on the tlos tag without being spoiled

Last show: Stranger things. I’m on my 3rd rewatch. I’ve watched almost every animated show on Netflix twice, so now I’m watching this until something new pops up on my recommended.

Last movie: last full movie I watched was probably Wicked. It was really cool! Would recommend.

Sweet/spicy/savory: depends. I just had something spicy so I would go sweet right now

Last thing i googled: "It might seem crazy what I’m ‘bout to say" (I needed a reaction photo) Relationship status: Single. But I have a very serious relationship with this book series called All Of Us Villains. It’s really cool, and I would recommend it.

Current obsession(s): fablehaven (mainly my fanfic rn because I love it. I’m finally onto editing this long chapter (ch 26) so once that’s done I can post it.), my comic: Lunar Falling, Voltron (because when am I not obsessed with Voltron), The Land Of Stories (and A Tale Of Magic), Fortnite (I was bored and now I can’t stop), Epic: The musical, hadestown, and whatever my mutuals are liking that winds up on my recommended. Well shit I was gonna tag Lee but that’s who I reblogged this from. Anyone who follows me who reads this may reblog with their own interests and stuff (no pressure tho)

10 people I’d like to get to know better

Tagged by @strix-x thank youuu :)

Last song: Calisto Yew’s theme from Ace Attorney Investigations 1. Listening to it as I type this, lol. From my Spotify Wrapped 2024 playlist :)

Favourite colour: don’t do this to me… many colours are beautiful… green, blue, pink, purple… thank you…

Last book: Still something I’ve gotta work on is reading more books. Last one I read was the Doctor Who Rogue novelization! That was enjoyable, I liked the extra scenes and backstory it added :)

Last movie: Uhhh hmm I don’t see movies all that often… I’m unsure, but by tomorrow the answer will be Wicked?

Last show: Dandadan season 1 finale… which, tbh, I hadn’t realized was the season finale until after I watched the episode lol! Very looking forward to season 2 tho :D

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Hmm probably savoury? Sweet is also good, tho I think there is definitely a thing as too sweet… and as for spicy? I like some spicy stuff even tho it may burn my mouth after loll

Relationship status: single as can be 😽✌️ alas

Last thing I googled: movie theatre tickets lol

Current obsession(s): Dandadan beloved omg… I haven’t watched a lot of anime, but I’m starting to! Grateful netflix recommended this to me lol, it’s so. It’s got everything you could ask for. Wacky, funny, has a lot of heart with the characters… great music… and maybe I’m a little bit of a sucker for high school students getting pulled into crazy adventures. Momo and Okarun are so cute too… sillies <3

Fire Emblem Heroes isn’t going anywhere for me… with Book 9 having a law theme, it excellently combines with my love for Ace Attorney, and I love Rune already!!

Then ofc Ace Attorney… had a blast playing the Investigations Collection, and I’m continuing to catch up (the timing is almost never right for me to watch live) on Mark Ota’s streams of TGAAC, which are always a ton of fun :D

Then I am also trying to now and then write stuff for my own ocs too… I don’t talk about them enough… but I love them very much, please do know <3 Maybe I show a bit of favouritism for Willow and Pyg, but hey, they are the main characters :3

People to tag: ack my least favourite part, I always fear I’ll forget someone!

@rosymaraschino (I want to return the favour, I appreciate it whenever you tag me in one of these kinds of things! :) )

@ actually anyone else, my mind is blank </3

[one-sad-pancake]

You guys have absolutely no clue how much jjk season two hurts me. Like jjk has been my comfort anime since I was like 13 (Ik that’s only two years but they were a long two years so shut up)- not by choice might I add - like every time I needed something to ground me I would return to obsessing over jjk. I introduce it to as many friends as I can, my brother and I are watching season 2 together (he is less crazy about it then I am but whatever) and I scream over edits and fanarts and fanfics so often. The only volumes of the manga I actually currently own are 0, 8, and 9. And I got so upset over those I can’t even. Satosugu makes me so deeply sad I don’t know if I can put it into words. And now the anime is here and it is BEAUTIFUL, like I couldn’t have wished for anything better. I love the manga and it’s artstyle but I just don’t think it is the best style to capture the overall vibes of this one happy summer before everything goes to shit. But the anime, oh the anime. Everything about it, the intro the style, the colors, the vibes, the music, the outro, the character interactions, EVERYTHING is perfect and I just can’t do it. Like I can’t even communicate how it makes me feel. Like it makes my heart break in the most pleasant way. Like no joke, it feels like this is what I’m living for right now (this and bllk but I will talk about the new episode nagi chapter later). And I couldn’t be happier, but at the same time I am so so so sad because I know what’s coming. I feel like I grew up with Gojo and seeing the breakup animated, seeing riko die ANIMATED, it’s gonna feel so personal, everything about season two feels so personal to me. And like I think when the hidden inventory arc is over I’m just gonna cry and cry and cry (I’m not sure if I even have the ability to cry from sadness but god dammit I’m gonna cry). This is also how I feel about the manga ending. Like when jjk is over I think a part of me will just be left empty forever, but I’m not ready to think about that yet. So yeah, great season so far.

[lostaurorax]

girlfriend-boyfriend

pairing | nick bosa x fem!reader

authors note | hi guys 😊😊 i am alive & well. life has been very crazy lately but i feel like i always return at this time of the year write a few fics then disappear sooo here i am again! i love nick and their is no fanfic for him on here :( yet again here i am writing fanfic for an underrated nfl player 😉 i hope you enjoy this i love you sm and hope you’re all well!!!! lmk if you want more or have any reqs for me pls <33333

you and nick had been seeing eachother for a few months now. you had meet through mutual friends and you instantly clicked. once the NFL season started he had you in a suite at every single game. you absolutely loved making friends with all of the players partners and watching nick play every sunday.

it was the last game before the super bowl that would determine if the 49ers made it or not. you and all of the girls had been on the edge of your seats the whole game. the 49ers were currently 17-24 against the detroit lions.

the lions had fumbled the ball and the 49ers got it back. purdy threw to kittle and got a touchdown then made the field goal making the score 27-24.

“oh my gosh!!! yes yes we still got it!” you screamed as you hugged claire who was george’s wife

“omg y/n i think we’re gonna make it!!!” she screamed back and you hugged eachother

“oh i know we are.” you said back to her intently watching the game

the 49ers had gotten another touchdown and then the lions got one 2 minutes later. the score was still 34-31 and the 99ers were in the lead. a few minutes of waiting for the clock to run out was the most nerve racking few minutes of your life.

“and the san francisco 49ers are going to the super bowl!!” the announcers had said causing mayhem to erupt in the stadium

“THEY DID IT!!!!!!!” you screamed to kristin and claire as you all hugged each other.

“HELL YEAH BABY WERE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWl!!!” kristin said excitedly

“let’s go see our men!!!” claire said as you all left the suite giddily to join your boys on the field

you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest as you walked on the field looking around for nick. you weren’t exactly an official couple but everyone knew you were together because you were always with him and he was always with you, but you never said that you were boyfriend-girlfriend.

“do you think he’s gonna ask you?” claire whispered in your ear as you were walking towards the boys. secretly she had known nicks plane as george had already told her but she would never ruin a surprise and a little teasing never hurts.

“what? uhh i don’t know….do you think he will?” you replied nervously as you looked at her

“if he doesn’t ill have george kill him.” she said with a wink as you walked up to george, nick, and kyle

“oh my gosh i’m so proud of you!!!” you said with a big smile as soon as you saw nick in front of you

“couldn’t of done it without you watching of course.” he said with a smile just as big as he engulfed you in a hug

“i knew you could do it.” you whispered to him as you hugged him back. you were meet with silence for a moment as he just held you and rubbed his hand up and down your back

you had no idea that behind you george and claire had been scolding him to ask you

“so y/n..” he said as he slowly pulled away so he could look at you as he talked

“yes nicky?” you said using the nickname he hated but you loved calling him

“wanna come to vegas with me…as my girlfriend?” he said with a shy smile

“oh nick yes, i would love too!” you said happily as your lips meet with his.

“yeah buddy!!!!” george said from behind

“God finally. i thought i was gonna have to ask her for you…” christian said as olivia lightly pushed his arm

“YAY Y/N!!! you’re officially one of us now!!!!” kristin said as she and the girls also smiled

“alright alright! let’s go party and win this thing!!!” nick said causing everyone to cheer and disperse to party for the rest of the night

once everyone was gone you turned back to nick.

“is it too early to say i love you? honestly i don’t care because i do.” you said as you rested your chin on his chest

“i love you more y/n. forever.” he said as he leaned down to kiss you

“lets go party girlfriend…” nick said cheekily as he pulled away and stuck his arm out for you to grab

“sure thing boyfriend..” you said back with a big smile as you wrapped your arm around his and walked him to the locker room

[tiredfox64]

May I request a part 2 to your Havik “You Have Freedom” fanfic? This felt so good to read. Truly liberating 💖

Test Your Freedom

Yip notes: I saw that you really loved the first part. Hopefully I can do you justice with this one as well.

Pairing: Havik x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: Mention of abusive/toxic relationship, violence (not towards you), he is so strange, what a little goober

You are lucky. Very lucky indeed. Havik was your unexpected savior and you were grateful to have him in your life.

It’s been a year since you started dating him. Every day you were healing from the horrible past that you experienced. You were weary of him dropping his façade and would start gaslighting you into thinking you were crazy like all your exes did. But it never happened and it never will. He’s not like the others. He’s better than them.

I wasn’t lying.

Havik lets you do your own thing while he does his own. You go out more frequently to have fun with your friends or even have the chance to see your family. You get to eat whatever you want without him judging you and telling you to watch your weight. You don’t need to ask for his permission, just tell him what you are going to do so he knows in case of anything. In return, you don’t pay any mind to what he does. It’s best that you don’t. He doesn’t want you to know all the heinous acts he commits.

The one thing you haven’t done with him is introduce him to anyone. Not that it really matters to him his presence will be found out one day. But to you, you feel guilty for hiding him away from everyone. The first guy who has treated you right and you were afraid to even have your closest friends meet him. You could have been worried that they would assume the worst of him based on his looks. Or even that he would kill you one day. If that were true he would have done that a long time ago. Havik genuinely loves you and wants you to be safe. The thought that anyone would think negatively when you see him so positively saddens you. Maybe you will hold off on introducing him to others. Slowly expose them to the truth.

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You invited your friends to come over since it’s been so long since they visited. You told Havik to stay in your room till your friends left.

Havik loves you but he won’t listen to every command you give him. When he wants to move, he’ll move.

So as you and your friends are catching up about what’s been going on and having some snacks you hear a ‘thud’ sound from your room. Oh geez, he’s on the move. One of your friends joked about you already having a new partner and your other friends felt like it was in poor taste to say something like that. Your face was blank with the only hint of emotion being a weak smile. You thought if you ignored it then they would ignore it. Your friends couldn’t ignore the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the steps.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Soon enough you heard your friends gasp in horror once they saw Havik. Not only did his mutilated face scare them but since he had no shirt on they could see all the scars he had. The only thing that he had on was a pair of sweatpants and he may not be wearing any boxers under there, my gosh he truly loves being free in every sort of way. And what does he do in response to your friends' reactions? Nothing. He’s just coming down for some food. Like a slab of frozen meat or a head of lettuce. He doesn’t eat normally but you’re not gonna change that.

He got what he wanted from the fridge before heading back up the stairs. All the while you kept that weak smile on your face. You can’t ignore what just happened. It’s like ignoring a buffalo breaking into your house, you can’t.

“What…was…that?” One of your friends asked.

“Uhm…” You debated about telling the truth or not, “My imaginary boyfriend.”

You heard Havik let out an amused ‘hah’ at the top of the steps because your efforts were too ridiculous.

You spilled the beans. You were honest with your friends and told them how you started dating Havik near the time your last ex left you. You told them that he was the one to walk you home. Your friends were unsure about this situation. They’re not gonna victim blame but you did have a bad history when it came to dating. Havik looks like the worst choice you’ve ever made. If they saw how he usually dressed and the weapons he had they surely would think you were in trouble. But they also realize that if you were telling the truth about how long you two were dating that means he was letting you do whatever you please. The others didn’t allow you to do that. You did seem much happier as well, even insisting that they come for a visit. If what you say is true, they want to make sure of it.

They told you to bring him back down so they could “observe” him, whatever that meant. You were unsure but realized that they only wanted the best for you. You told them certain likes don’t ask him about his scars or face, don’t start making rules, don’t start shit in general. You got up to get Havik.

“Could you do me a favor?” You asked him.

“You want me to go down there to have your friends judge me, don’t you.” He hit the nail on the head.

You were about to tell him never mind but he picked you up and threw you over his shoulders. He knew this would happen. Relationships call for this moment. He had one request.

“Don’t have them treat me like a freakshow. I can’t promise I will be gentle with them like I am with you.”

Your friends were alerted by the heavy footsteps and stared at Havik carrying you over his shoulders. He went over to the couch you were sitting on and laid you down before deciding to lay on top of you. His head rested on your chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. If it wasn’t for his burned face your friends would have said he looks peaceful while resting on you.

Your friends began asking him questions like how does he feel about you going out and would he allow you to do certain things like take a week-long vacation. The only answer they got out of him was “I don’t care”. You couldn’t tell if he was saying that in regard to whatever you do or if he was blankly telling your friends he didn’t care what they were asking him. You didn’t get the chance to ask him since they were throwing out questions left and right. After a while, he stopped answering them. Maybe an occasional grunt, but nothing more. He had his eyes closed acting like he fell asleep but you knew he was wide awake.

You’re not afraid that he will be angry after this because you know he will pass it off as something irrelevant. He tends to not listen to people when they are criticizing him. Havik knows at this point that you know he loves you and he knows you love him back. That’s all that matters. Your friends can keep testing, but they will eventually have to accept the truth. He would and could make them accept it now but you would tell him not to because you know what he would do.

Your friends were not too on board with you dating Havik. They find his dismissive behavior to be a red flag. You don’t see it that way because it isn’t that way. He has nothing to hide, this is just how he is because of his past. In fact, he was pretty calm at the moment until someone started slamming their fist against your front door. Then you heard a voice. Your ex’s voice.

His tone was aggressive and you heard him slurring. He was defiantly drunk. It wasn’t even the typical time for happy hour. You heard his voice calling towards you to open the door. He said he knows your friends are in there as well and that they can’t protect you. Immediately his tone changed quickly to begging for you back, saying he will be a better man. You’ve heard those promises before and they were never true.

You began shaking and holding Havik’s head closer to you. He tried his best to soothe you by rubbing your arm. He needed you to let him go. He slowly got up and walked over to the window. Lo and behold he saw your ex. Havik walked back towards you but grabbed one of your friends to drag them closer to you. He advised them to not let you near the windows or doors. They didn’t know what he was about to do but they got the hint when he walked over to the door and immediately headbutted your ex when he opened the door. Your ex fell back with his hands covering his bloody nose and Havik closed the door behind him so you didn’t have to see the bloodbath that would appear.

Havik grabbed your ex by the neck and dragged him to the forest near your home. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ex’s neck, causing a more painful sensation than a burning one. Once he was far away from the house he started wrecking your ex. Havik broke off parts of his own body to use his bones to stab. Your ex stood little chance. He had many opportunities to leave you alone but he always came back. Havik could not stand for that anymore. He would have killed him the first time but you were always around. Now was his chance to do you right and permanently end your suffering.

“You have permission…to die.” He said. It’s ironic that your ex always made you ask for permission. How the tables have turned.

Soon the pleas turned to gargling. Limb after limb was being ripped from Havik’s body only to be regenerated back in seconds. A painful cycle for his victim. An unholy demise for an unholy being. One would not say he was killed like cattle. This was a murder that could not be mentioned in a true crime show. All that was left was a mess that wouldn’t be cleaned up by your boyfriend. He will leave that job to the animals who were already coming close to take a piece of flesh or bone for themselves.

Havik did his best to hide what just happened. Any spot that he saw blood on he ripped that part of his body off to regenerate it back clean. He walked back into the house to spot you nearly hyperventilating. Once you saw him you ran into his arms. You were babbling things that no one could understand. Whatever it was it could wait. You needed to be taken care of. Havik picked you up and had your arms and legs wrap around him before taking you up to your room. Your friends let him do that, feeling like he might be able to calm you down.

When you both were back in your room he laid you on the bed and held you close. He licked your tears away as he comforted you with his words.

“You don’t have to worry anymore. You are free.” “Your chains are broken.” “You will never be controlled again; I’ll make sure of that.” “You did nothing wrong.” “I will make everything better.” “No one will cause you pain if it’s the last thing I do.”

Your breathing started to slow down and your took in every word he said. His licking has become a new comfort for you. Your fear and anxiety went down once you realized it was over. Fully over. Havik pressed his forehead against yours as he allowed your head to rest on your pillows. It was a blur after that.

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You woke up randomly. The golden light of the setting sun filled your room, letting you know that it was getting late. Havik was asleep next to you, drooling away as usual. You needed a drink of water after that emotional episode. You got up and went downstairs.

When you got to the last step you realized your friends were still there. They ran up to you and hugged you while asking if you were okay. You nodded which was relieving to them. They were so worried about you but were grateful to hear your crying stop quickly once Havik brought you upstairs.

They apologized for doubting your boyfriend and doubting you. After seeing how quickly he acted both when defending you and calming you down, they saw him as a green flag. A little weird and horrific, but he’s chill. They were happy that you finally found someone good for you and they promised not to butt it too much with this relationship. They could see clearly that you were in good hands with a man who wanted to give you the freedom you deserved. Hearing that was the greatest thing to you. You knew you had finally won and got what you deserved.

So Havik is a little off. He can be a bit scary and even uncanny to look at. And some of his methods could be extreme. Not a little bit extreme, they are full-on extreme. But when it comes to you, he is perfect for you. You are perfect for him.

The only thing I would ask of you is to keep him on a good path. Do you think you can do that?

Yap notes: I saw a blue jay this morning and immediately when woooooooooah. That has nothing to do with the fic but I thought y'all should know. I wanted to post yesterday but I was having anxiety problems and fell down the rabbit hole of ARGs. Fucking Wyoming. I like and dare i say love Havik now. I lied to my friend and said he scares me. But I'd try my best to give him a kiss. I made a comment on a tiktok yesterday on an edit of him saying i would shove my hand through his chest cavity and take his heart. The creator said he would love that and now that's a headcanon of mine. This was too much and i need to feed my dog. Adiós!

[starrykirsche]

hihihii !! ( i absolutely love your writings. )

before i start the request i just wanted to day english is not my mother tounge so sorry if i am messing anything up. <3

but can you do something with sub!bill x reader? maybe something where reader hasnt let him cum for a few days and hes like begging her to let him cum. obviously reader lets him but yeah thats just the request !! if u can do it its completely fine also xx.

thanks for the request! and don’t worry anon you’re english is really good :3

i love this ideaaa

(also; yayy i got this out finally!!)

Too Much

a sub!Bill Kaulitz fanfic

content: femdom!reader (but honestly there are no mentions of it being a fem!reader), begging, edging

synopsis: after “so long” Bill’s gotten desperate..

translations: “Schnucki” is a german term of endearment that translates to: “Sweetie” or “Sweetie Pie”

“Oh c’mon! It’s been three days,” Bill pleads, walking after you, “Do you know what that will do to a man?”

You chuckle softly and turn back to look at him. His hazel eyes are wide and needy, his cheeks flush, and his breath heavy. “It can’t be all that bad, Billy.”

Bill whines at that and throws his head back, “It is!” You turn back around to grab your car keys. “Please! You can’t leave me like this!”

“Can’t I?” You respond teasingly.

“C’mon.. the way you were kissing me, and- and touching me, I thought you were finally gonna let me..” He trails off with an embarrassed whimper.

“Let you what?” You say, running your hand up his side.

“I’m going crazy here, Schnucki…” Bill whines, burying his fingers in your hair, “Please…”

Smiling, you can’t help but pity your poor boyfriend. “Hm, maybe with a bit of convincing, I’ll let you.”

His eyes light up and he nods eagerly. Bill grabs your wrist and begins to pull you back to the bed. Incoherent thanks leaving his lips.

For the past three days, the only slack you’ve cut him is some kissing and heavy petting. His libido, as strong as ever, has basically short circuited his brain at this point. He’d do anything to cum. You knew it, and he knew it.

Sitting on the bed once more, Bill was practically shaking with excitement.

“Beg,” You say sweetly, carding your fingers through his hair. He whines and kisses her cheek, his fingers curling into your thighs as he looks at you like you’re the sun, the moon, and the stars.

“Please… I’ve been good. I haven’t touched myself or- or done anything bad. I swear I’ll be a good boy..” He mumbles, “Please, please, I- I need this.. I need it.”

Bill continues to plead incoherently, while a smile is painted on your face. He’s always so cute when her like this, it almost makes you want to torture him a bit longer… but you won’t. Not when he wants it this bad.

You shush him and he quickly stops his begging, just limpid panting comes from him now. “Okay.. okay…”

A broken little grin pulls at his pouty lips and you begin to pull his pajama pants off. Leaning back obediently, he squirms with excitement. Bill’s erection springs out and your sure you’ve never seen it so… intense. The tip is red and leaking, twitching. He bites his lip and looks at you hopefully. You slowly lean over and kiss his lips, taking the base of his dick into your hand. Bill groans like it’s been years since anything has touched it, babbling your praise as you begin to slowly stroke his weeping erection.

He reaches out for you so pitifully. Giving him your free hand, he holds it in both of his, gently kissing your fingers as you give him what he’s begged for. “I love you so much…” Bill pants against the skin of your palm. You continue with your slow, but firm strokes. Bit by bit… you speed up. He whines, and squirms. His body twitching, his mouth agape.

And just as quickly as it started, it ended. A white hot flash of light splintering up through Bill’s body before a sticky white substance covers your hand. You let go of his overwhelmed, twitching dick and smile. Licking his climax off of your hand, his body twitches at odd times. Bill’s eyes are heavy lidded and his breathes are deep and short.

“Pl-Please..” You hear Bill breathily say.

“Please what?” You say back.

He whines and reaches his arms out for you again, his eyes basically shut, “Lay with me,” Bill whines. With a soft giggle you tug his pajama pants back up and settle in beside him. He wraps his arms beside you with the little strength in them he has left.

“I love you…” Bill mumbles.

“I love you too,” You respond, “Did it feel good..?”

“Amazing.” He says in a boarder line moan.

“Good.” You mumble back.

With that, Bill softly falls asleep.

deine, kirsche. ✮

[tojiscrack]

on my weekly re-read of liar liar, and i was GOING TO pull an all nighter and finish it all, but i feel asleep before i could 😞😞

ANYWAYS!! i find it so funny that throughout the first chapter (and even later chapters, but not as much) its mentioned (and made very obvious) that y/n is a little devil child, that can be too much to handle, but never w megumi. like, idk how to explain it, but hes never thought shes “too much”, and lets her do what she wants, just puts his input in (like when she switched classes, he didnt feel overly annoyed by it, just told her that she was gonna get in trouble) (i might be wrong about this LMAO) youve written them in a way that they balance each other PERFECTLY, like they are genuinely soulmates.

the end scene of the first chapter is oddly one of my favourite parts of the fic, because we get other characters (albeit, minor characters, but wtv) opinions on them, and youve written them exactly like how they describe it. they keep each other in line, and thats why they work so well together.

anyways!!! i love this fanfic so sosososooos much!!! i dont understand how this isnt more popular because???? ITS SO GOOD???? literally how arent people falling in love with your writing within the first 1k words??

(also i meant to include this in a previous ask, but i forgot lol, BUT ONE OF MY FAV DUOS IN THE FIC (and in canon lfmao) is megumi and nobara?? everytime they’re together i genuinely laugh, you nailed their characters and character dynamic)

liar, liar masterlist here:

INCOMING YAP SESSION CUZ THIS ASK GOT ME SUPER DUPER EXCITED KSJSJDIWJ

WEEKLY reread? girl, stop, you’re gonna notice all the typos i cba to get rid of 🫣

HAHAHA, NO STOP, I HAVEN’T HAD ANYONE MENTION THE WHOLE ‘DEVIL CHILD’ THING SINCE THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS WERE RELEASED 😭 and that, my friend, was months ago 🌝

so i’m so excited to just talk about this omggg!!! 😫💘

yes indeed 😤 megumi would most likely say she’s sm to handle, but really, he lowkey enjoys it. it’s the only time he can be an accomplice witness to such foolish behaviour, and not be reprimanded for it as much ‘cause he just has her to fall back on and blame. he won’t ever stop her, per se, but he’ll tell her once or twice ‘whatever you’re doing, it’s not gonna work’ or ‘don’t be dumb’, and think he’s done his part before being influenced by her 💀

‘i might be wro-’ stfu you’re right and you know it 🙄❤️

and you’re also right in it not being mentioned as much when they’re older. no, i did not forget to add it, that was done intentionally for two reasons:

they’re older now, so as much as she does what she wants with him, she’s a lot more tame than she was as a child. that doesn’t mean she ever regrets the stupid things she’s done (except for the whole mermaid thing, that is a lifelong regret she’ll always have 😭)

the idea that she’s such a menace has been established enough over the years to the point where no one feels the need to voice it. new characters probably would — someone like miss b who was introduced in the middle school chapter — but even then, she was exposed to the more tame versions of the chaotic duo. so everyone kinda silently acknowledges it, and only during crazy moments (like the tragic helicopter incident of 2016, rip satoru/suguru’s will to live 😔) will it actually be voiced (like ogi mistakenly believing that y/n didn’t start any of the nonsense that occurred during the incident, and that was mentioned cuz of the fact that she’s famously known to be so incredibly out of control).

the bonus scene for the first chapter was my fav to write as wellll (tho arguably, i say that about so many scenes, so the value of this statement is probably worth nothing 💀). bonus scenes were initially meant to be ONLY from other people’s pov, but i noticed how so many things from y/n and megumi’s childhood tgth are littered around the story, and that the only way you could ever get any insight of them is through the bonus scene since the chapters are too long to add flashbacks AND bonus scenes. i could always do a separate set of oneshots for them, but i don’t have the time for that (yk this through my horrid updating schedule) 😟

but i am so glad you’re telling me what you enjoyed — and more importantly, being specific about it. it lets me put into perspective how the later chapters (tho already planned) should be set out. your feedback means the world to me, and you deserve a million set of kisses every night for them <3333

‘i love this fanfic sosososo much!!! i don’t understand how this isn’t more popular because??? IT’S SO GOOD???’

okay brb, gonna go and find my right to exist and have the perfect life when cutie pies like you grace this earth 😖💞💓💗💞

maybe one day it’ll get bigger 😊 if that day ever comes, i’ll remember my og readers. i’ll remember the support i was given from them. i’ll remember people like you, who continuously flood my inbox with enough love to pull yank me out of writer’s block and squeeze out another chapter, how because of your long and juicy asks/messages/dms, the cycle of writing i have going on here continues, and i feel more and more proud that i even developed such a fic to begin with ❤️

‘literally how aren’t people falling in love with your writing after the first 1k words’ — errr probably ‘cause the first 1k words were just y/n trying (and failing) to explain what happens in her horror stories without stuttering 💀 LMFAO, SORRY 😭 i’d fall asleep on that carpet if i were the kids surrounding her, and they went to listen willingly.

but ugh, that’s so nice of you, i’m gonna siwjosnwidjwjd

AND OMG YOU’RE SO RIGHT

like everyone talks about yuji/nobara, or yuji/megumi, bUT WHAT ABOUT MY BEANS NOBARA/MEGUMI? they have a level of deep understanding with each other in canon (and in my fic, which will be addressed CHAPTERSSSS later) that i’d love to yap about, but i’ve already yapped enough, like you’re probably cringing rn i’m sorry 😭 another time, maybe 😔

[itzchrissydoesstuff]

🍞Ticklish👑

A Silly Trinity (Breadwinners & Michael Jackson crossover) fanfic

Synopsis: During one of their visits to Neverland Ranch, SwaySway and Buhdeuce find out that Michael is extremely ticklish, therefore, they decide to use this new piece of information to their advantage…

Content warnings(s): meh, just silly stuff 🤪

Author’s Note: Hiii!! This is my first one shot fanfiction. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome! Also, HOOOO BOY, this took a lot out of me 🥱 one more thing, THIS IS JUST A JOKE! Please don’t take it seriously. K byeeeeee

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*Neverland Ranch*

“BAP!!” Buhdeuce jumped up in front of SwaySway, who was lying on the couch watching the tv in the living room of Michael’s house at Neverland.

“Ah-!“ Before SwaySway could finish his small yelp out of frightened surprise, he fell face flat on the floor. A few seconds later, he carefully rose from the floor and sat up on the couch.

“Buhdeuce, you surprised me!” He said with a small grin on his face, still a little shook from Buhdeuce’s sudden entrance. “What’s up, bap?”

Buhdeuce jumped up and sat down next to SwaySway on the couch. His face was lit up with excitement that he couldn’t sit entirely still. “You won’t believe what I just found out about Michael!”

“Ooh, what is it?” SwaySway turned to look at Buhdeuce. From the looks of how eager Buhdeuce was, SwaySway became intrigued in what his best bap wanted to share with him.

“It turns out that Michael is extremely ticklish! I saw a clip online earlier this morning where Michael got his foot tickled by… oh, what’s the director’s name?” Buhdeuce’s face immediately went from excited to perplexed as he couldn’t figure who else was in said clip.

“We can figure that out later.” SwaySway interrupted to spare Buhdeuce the time to think. “So, why is this so exciting to you?”

Buhdeuce’s smile suddenly turned into a mischievous smirk as he giggled and stood up on the couch on his tippy toes to whisper in SwaySway’s ear.

“What if we snuck up on Michael and tickled him non stop? He won’t see it coming!” Buhdeuce whispered as quiet as he could just in case Michael or anyone else was listening.

SwaySway let out a quiet gasp and like Buhdeuce, he started to show a mischievous smirk on his face. He certainly liked the sound of that idea. The two looked at each with the same look on their faces as they started to plot their silly ambush that Michael had no idea was coming.

“This is gonna be so hilarious” SwaySway grinned. “Wait, where is Michael anyway?”

“I think he’s in his bedroom. He probably had to take care of something.”

“That makes sense.”

“Oh my bap, I can’t wait to see the look on his face once we start tickling him!” Buhdeuce chuckled in anticipation.

“I know, right? He won’t know what hit him!” SwaySway smiled along with his bap.

The two baps chuckled mischievously while rubbing their hands together as if they were planning something diabolical (which they technically were). There was no doubt that this was going to be the most hilarious and silly thing they’ve ever done. Their anticipation was quickly cut short when they both heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

SwaySway quickly turned his head and then whispered to Buhdeuce. “I think he’s coming! Quick! Hide!” The baps crawled and hid under the couch before Michael came into the living room, his poor soul not knowing what was coming for him.

As Michael walked into the living room, he saw the tv still running, but to his surprise, no one was in there.

That’s weird… Michael thought to himself. SwaySway and Buhdeuce were just here. I was only gone for two minutes.

It’s true that SwaySway and Buhdeuce often got themselves into crazy shenanigans, but little did Michael know, he was in for a real surprise. “SwaySway? Buhdeuce?” He called out for them, no answer.

Meanwhile, the duck duo was still hiding under the couch, holding back laughter like their lives depended on it. It was so funny to them how Michael had no idea where they were and wasn’t expecting what was to happen in a moment.

“Alright.” SwaySway whispered as quietly as he possibly could. “On the count of three, we’re gonna jump out, tackle him, and then, it’s tickle time!”

Michael walked over to the window to see the rocket van still facing downwards from when SwaySway and Buhdeuce crash landed. There’s no way they’d left if the van is still there. While Michael was thinking about where the ducks could be, there was a sudden noise.

Buhdeuce had such a hard time keeping in his laughter, a small giggle had slipped out his beak. Before he could let out some more and blow their cover, his beak was covered by SwaySway, who told him to ‘Shh’. Just when they thought they were safe, they heard footsteps again, and this time, it was coming closer to them.

“I think he’s coming towards us! It’s now or never.” SwaySway quietly alerted his smaller bap. “On the count of three, we’re gonna jump out and tickle him.”

“Guys, is this some sort of trick you’re playing on me? Very funny.” Michael said, trying to get the ducks out of hiding.

“You ready, bap?” SwaySway double checked with Buhdeuce.

“I’m not just ready, I’m bready!”

Michael slowly approached the couch, certain that SwaySway and Buhdeuce were hiding under. “What’re you guys up to?” He questioned.

Without another second to waste, SwaySway slowly counted to three. “One… two… THREE!!”

Right before Michael could get any closer, SwaySway and Buhdeuce jumped out from under the couch and tackled Michael in an instant, causing him and the ducks to fall back on the carpet, narrowly missing the coffee table and Michael’s fedora flying off his head.

“AAH-!” Michael shouted from the sudden impact. Just when he thought it was all over, he started to feel a funny sensation coursing all throughout his body. He lifted his head to find SwaySway and Buhdeuce tickling him from head to toe.

“What the? SwaySway! Buhdeuce! What’re you…” Before Michael could finish his question, his screams immediately turned into laughter as the funny sensation from being tickled took over him.

“Wow, Buhdeuce!” SwaySway giggled as he tickled Michael’s side. “You were right! Michael is SUPER ticklish.”

“Yep yep!” Buhdeuce agreed.

“Wait- ahahahahaha!” Michael struggled to speak as he couldn’t stop laughing so much. “Where were you- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

As the ducks continued to tickle the very ticklish man, from his arms and stomach, to his shoulders and legs. As they went on, Michael was rocking from side to side on the floor, his laughter becoming louder.

“NOO, stop- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” He demanded. But as much as he tried to reason with them and break free from their sudden ambush, they continued their silly shenanigans. It wasn’t even long before Michael gave in and succumbed to their tickle attack, still laughing like there was no tomorrow.

“AHAHAHAHAHA!! That- AHAHA!! …tickles so… AHAHAHA! …so much!!” Michael was laughing and hollering so much, tears were forming in his eyes and rolling down his face.

The baps chuckled at Michael’s silly, vulnerable state as they showed him no mercy, whatsoever. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! How you like that, Mike?” SwaySway teased. Buhdeuce chimes in. “Look at you. You’re a hollering mess!”

“AAH NOO- AHAHAHAHAHA!!” Michael continued to squirm around, hollering with laughter, tears streaming from his eyes from the extreme, silly sensation coursing through his body.

Eventually, the ducks look at each other with mischievous smiles on their faces. Agreeing that they’ve tickled Michael enough, their hands slow down and retreat from Michael’s body. They look over at Michael, who’s down on the floor laughing his head off, also hyperventilating with his face riddled in tears.

“O-oh…” Michael tried to speak between jagged breaths. “…my gosh…” He was completely out of it, he couldn’t even move as his chest moved up and down from breathing so rapidly, his heartbeat racing like crazy.

Sway and Deucer continue to look down at Michael, giggling with pride at what they’ve done to him. Soon enough, Michael’s breathing starts to regulate again. He sits up to look at the ducks, smiling and chuckling from their goofy little prank.

“Oh, you guys!” Michael giggled. “You got me REAL good.”

“We sure did!” Buhdeuce looked at SwaySway. “We just couldn’t not pull a good prank on you, Michael.”

“Well, I think I needed that.” Michael grabbed his fedora to put it back on. “You guys never fail to keep me on my toes and cracking up.”

The three of them stand back up, SwaySway holding Buhdeuce in his arms. “Well, we’re not called The Silly Trinity for nothing” Sway grinned. “Yep yep!” Buhdeuce agreed, giggling in SwaySway’s arms.

“That’s true, but now…” Michael began to wiggle his fingers. “…it’s my turn now!”

SwaySway and Buhdeuce are caught off guard, realizing it’s THEIR turn to be tickled now. In an instant, Sway starts sprinting away from Michael, Buhdeuce still in his arms as Michael runs after them, continuing their goofy shenanigans.

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Written by ChrissyDoesStuff

‼️DO NOT STEAL‼️

Aaaand that’s all folks! Let me know what ya’ll thought about this and feel free to request more of these! Love ya’ll! 💕✨

[lizzy-pop]

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐧.

Ler: Ragatha Lee: Jax(SFW! NOT A SHIP

Summary: Jax put another “surprise“ in Ragatha’s room again, so she thought it was time for some revenge.

A/N: I have never wrote a fanfic before, sorry if this sucks 😭✌️

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Jax had just finished up putting a few centipedes under Ragatha’s pillow, and now he was locking her door and strutting away, whistling. He came across her on his way back to the main stage. “Hey Jax! Where were you?” Ragatha stopped him to ask. “Oh nowhereee just.. giving somebody a lil’ surprise!” Jax grins, causing Ragatha to lift an eyebrow in response. “Okayy.. I’m gonna go to my room for a bit, see you later.” She says before walking off suspiciously.

Moments later, Ragatha’s scream is heard throughout the whole tent as Jax tried to suppress his giggles. “JAX!!!” She screams as she stomps over to Jax, fuming. “Woah, woah, cool yourself, sweetheart!” He smiles cheekily. Ragatha takes a deep breath before glaring daggers at him, “This is the second time you’ve done this! You are so— childish!!” While Ragatha is waving her hands like crazy, she accidentally strokes Jax’s side, making him tense up and squeak quietly. Once she notices she stops waving her hands and a look of concern washes over her. “Jax? What happened? Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head, “Uh— no, no, you just— nevermind.” He stuttered to finish the sentence, what was he supposed to say? “It just really tickled?” No way! That would be the end of him if he admitted being ticklish. Ragatha squints her eyes and scans Jax for a moment, before gasping and smirking. “Jax, are you ticklish?!” She asks giddily. Jax nearly jumps out of his fur at the question. “I- uh- no!—yes-maybe..?” If he could blush, he’d be cherry red by how embarrassed he was now. “Ohoh, you better run, rabbit.“ Ragatha cracked her knuckles. Jax’s eyes widened as he began to full sprint through the halls “run rabbit, run~“ Jax heard Zooble tease, who had watched the whole thing.

Jax rolled his eyes and eventually slid around a corner, hiding behind a barrel. “Please dont find me, please dont find me,“ Jax whispered to himself over and over. Just as he thought he might get away with it, Ragatha kicked down the barrel infront of him and grins. “cant get away that easy~“ He scoots backward on the ground and puts his hand out, “back, foul beast!!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes and pins Jax down, snickering as he squirmed like a madman under her grip. She was surprisingly strong for a doll, making Jax even more stressed that he couldnt get out when(if~) he wanted to. “Ragatha, rags, pal, gal, bud, we can talk about this!“ He begins to panic and try to pull his arms down. “what is there to talk about?~“ she smirks and holds her free hand on his ribs teasingly, making the poor rabbit shriek and try to shove her off. “nononononono! Uh- I promise never to put c-centiPEDes in your room again!“ He jerks his torso away from her sudden poke to his side, getting a giggle out of Ragatha. “Now we both know you aren’t keeping that promise, Jax.“ He lets out a snicker and rolls his eyes “Ihit’s funny, what can I say?~“ Ragatha glares at him. “You’re not helping your case!“ she squeezes his hip, earning a shriek and a quiet giggle out of him. “D-Doll face, Ihi will kihill you!“ He squirms, barely holding back giggles of suspension. “thats not very nice, bunny~“ Ragatha begins spidering up and down his stomach.

“Nohoho!! I tahake it back, Ragahahahatha!!“ he squeals and giggles uncontrollably. “Wow, Jax. I thought you were 100% ler!“ He attempts to roll his eyes at the tease, but ends up squeezing them shut and going into hysterics when Ragatha begins clawing at his underarms. “EhhehEHEhahha!! Nohoho!! RahAHAGathaHA, not thehERE!“ he kicks as tears of mirth begin to form. “Aww, did I find the rabbits weak spot?~“ she giggles and continues poking and clawing at his underarms. “Not yet.“ Gangle interrupts. “I found out about this a while ago, his tickle spot is the back of his neck. Oh, and he’s enjoying every moment of this. Its not punishment to him.“ Ragatha gasps dramatically, “You like this, bunny?!“ Jax hides his face in his arm, subtly nodding. Gangle smiles, “your welcome, Ragatha.“ she says as she walks away quietly. Ragatha smirks at Jax and pauses her attack, grinning. “Gahangle is a traitohor..“ he accuses, letting out breathy giggles. “Well, now that I know I will 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 tickle you more!“ she smiles and begins to turn him over, gaining acces to his weak spot. “ohoh s[#%]t.“ Jax immediately scrunched up his neck. “Is the big bad bunny afraid of a little bit of tickling?~“ she teases, giggling.

“Shuhut the f[#%]k up and just do ihit.“ Jax commands, aggrovated. “Wow, you want me to tickle you that ba-- ow! Okay, okay!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes “no kicking!“ He snickers under his breath. Ragatha grins and begins tickling the back of Jax’s neck softly but well enought to drive him up the wall. “SohoHOFter is wohohohorse, thIHIhis is eheHEAhaha tohoHOrture!!“ He kicks his feet and shrieks each time she speeds up. “And yet you haven’t told me to stop, even once~” she teases, now beginning to tickle harder and quicker. “EheheEHAhahaHAheh!!! HohOHOly s[#%]t!!” His giggles slowly grow louder and more intense by the minute, when Ragatha suddenly hits a weak spot on his neck, sending a powerful shriek throughout the entire tent. “NOHOHOHO NOT THERE NOT THERE IHIHIHIM GOHONNA DIE!!” He shrieks, laughing like an idiot. “aha! Theres your weak spot!“ Jax begins hiccuping between laughing fits. “OHOHO*ʰⁱᶜ*MY GAHAAHHAHAD!!!“ Jax screams, trying not to accidentally kick Ragtha in the back. “OHOHOHOKAY OKAY, STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEASE!!“ As soon as she hears him say it, she ceases her tickle attack, leaving him greedily gasping for air.

“Thahat was insahane..“ Ragatha giggles, “Yeah, but you liked it~“ She rubs the back of his neck, getting rid of the phantom tickles. “If you’re in a lee mood, come get me~“ She giggles and walks off.

[thatmaddogley]

Okay guys..this might be a stretch but I'm gonna work on a GlassHeart Future. So like my idea for when they start having kids is this.

A few years or so after they got married, Chloe has been wanting to ask Red about something for a while but she never brought it up because Red seemed to not like the subject from what Chloe could tell. And that subject was kids.

(y'all I might use that line in the fanfic xD)

Okay so Chloe finally has the courage to ask Red and Red tries to change the subject and stuff. Chloe is like.. "This is really weird.. 🤔"

So to not spoil it I'm gonna cut it short.

After a long talk they decide theyll have kids. Then they start making out and things get frisky... if you know what I mean

After they're done, they talk about how they'll start since they're both girls. Chloe suggests Fairy godmother because she could do like anything. And Red at first is like.. "That sounds crazy." But then eventually agrees.

They go to Fairy G and she tells them she can make it biologically with bibbiti boppiti boo.

So like a month later or so, she starts noticing the changes in her body and so she decides to have a talk with Red. They both cry happy tears and immediately run to get tests.

There are 3 positives and 1 negative so they celebrate and get an appointment to actually confirm it. Once they've confirmed it, they go to their mom's and family and they celebrate all together, with the moms giving advice to Chloe about the pregnancy and birth, while Charming tells Red how to deal with Chloe's mood swings.

Red is feeling anxious about being a mother. She didn't have a proper motherly figure in her life and she's scared that she'll end up like her old mother.

Chloe tells her "You wanna know why I know you won't end up like your mom?"

"Why?"

"Because you're worried you're gonna be like her. The fact you're worried and concerned is already a good sign that you're going to be the best mother ever."

As soon as Red sees the baby she's in love. For someone who hasn't lived in 16 years of her life, this is the most she has ever loved someone besides Chloe.

I'm gonna save all the pregnancy struggles and stuff for the fanfic so I don't get y'all too excited lol

So basically I'm planning to have them have 3 kids. The first one was born on time on June 8th, National rose Day and it went smooth.

I feel Chloe would be more of a caring, and letting them get away with things type? With her swords and stuff. And Red would be the one that's EXTRA protective. Not even letting the nurses hold them. But she eventually lets them after Chloe assured her that they needed to check them and clean them.

The doctors come back and reveal that that baby had some... differences. Purple hair and brown and pink eyes.

(For my Fanfics, I like to think Red and Queen Of Hearts have red eyes but when they were kids they were pink. Slowly over time it turns red, same for the hair.)

That's all I'm gonna do for rn, I don't wanna spoil the rest like I already have so that's it for now so you guys know what's coming. <33

[burninface]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thank you @jrooc (thx for the game!) @michellemisfit @doshiart @mybrainismelted @gallapiech @sgtmickeyslaughter @spookygingerr @mmmichyyy @lingy910y @pookiebearmick for tagging me! love yall<3

Name and AO3 handle: Face, Burningface

Current Location: in the kitchen heating food before I die starving

Favorite picrew (don’t have one? you can skip this or do this one)? This one and I just did @doshiart 's picrew it soon became my favourite ones!

What’s one thing you want in a picrew? knotted hair (and mole that can be moved anywhere)

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? I'm gonna borrow Cam's word here: my favorite one is the one I haven't done (always the next one)

ok for the next 2 questions, maybe Mickey The Thug Goose

Why is it your favourite? honk honk hoonk *speaking in goose language*

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? the idea came easily but thinking about how to present it was hard. but thankfully I don't need to decide art style on this one, I just mimicked the style of original game

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Spare Parts by @depressedstressedlemonzest

confession time…… unlike on tumblr, after reading a fic (or a chapter) on ao3, I usually wrote down my feelings and thoughts in my language and kept them in a file(sometimes in bookmark), and thought "one day I'll find time translate this and send it out"……and that day never came. I tried once or twice but… translating is nothing like speaking directly in English and translator only gives me weird results, so I quitted like a loser. then the unsent comments just accumulated day by day. I know these are just my excuses and this question is maybe my turning point, now it's a good time to start the project. and by the time I post this I've already put it on my schedule🗓️

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? there were a lot but time healed all my WIP heartaches eventually... or I just lied to me that I forgot

Favorite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? enemies to lovers. fwb to lovers. EMT! Ian, I'm a big sucker for Ian doing any health-related job, EMT, paramedic, PT/OT/ST/AT, doctor, nurse… even vet

Least favourite? I'm not a fan of Alpha! Ian/Omega! Mickey, erm… just, they don't feel like A/O couple to me. also maybe mpreg

Secret or surprising kink or trope? I'm NOT telling the secret kinks but for surprising part: I kinda love canon that Mickey met Ian while he's on mania/hypomania episode, or Ian had already been diagnosed then he fell in love with Mickey and he was confused if all the crazy feelings had smth to do with his bd (saying this makes me feel like an asshole🥲)

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? …unfinished, incomplete, unsure, then I encourage myself to post it cause I know it's now or never. after posting it becomes to a little proud of myself, and urge to practice more for the next one

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: I made this man up for myself in head for years. but they're created based on the kindness I've received recent, so I guess it's actually all of you guys:)

It’s been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? read fics, eat chocolates, daydreaming about AUs in my head

I'm a little late this week and my blood sugar's too low for thinking now so no tagging this time. but I'm sending invitations to all of you! if you're interested just go ahead :)

[coltermorning]

Of Love and Loss Ch. 4 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Arthur goes on one last hunt before he leaves, taking you with him.

Author’s Notes: Chapter four of this one.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, high honor Arthur Morgan, minor character death, loss of parents, blood and injury, grief/mourning, survivor guilt, strangers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence

AO3 Link

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Of Love and Loss

Four: The Shell of an Elk

Word count: 3020

You were going to Nebraska. Surety over it was a distant thing, but you were going. You had a place there at least, people to wait on your arrival. No matter the devastation awaiting you once you got there.

You wanted to leave now, to let the restlessness release from your bones from being around all these watchful eyes, but the man taking you was stubborn. He insisted on go hunting one last time before he left his people. For sake of staying in his good graces lest you be forced to take the trip on your own, you kept quiet about it. You did join him in it, your stomach giving that uneasy flip at the thought of staying behind.

You were currently approaching the edge of a wide valley, the air biting your skin as you rode. One good thing that had come of the caravan of people was a horse to spare, and you had one underneath you now—a stubborn but hardy animal. He reminded you of the man riding alongside you.

“Get off your horse, we’ll leave ‘em here. Don’t want ‘em scaring the game.”

You thought of what the older man had said about this one’s hunting. He was right in that it wasn’t very experienced. The memory of your father teaching you to hunt plagued you when the man reached for a giant rifle with a scope. An improper gun for this. Your father had corrected you on the very same the first time you went out together. The thought of correcting Arthur stung though, past memory keeping you from saying what needed to be said.

He saw you eyeing the gun and mistook your focus for fear. “Don’t worry yourself to death, I ain’t gonna shoot you now. Not after dragging you all this way.”

He kept saying things like that. But he didn’t seem annoyed at you tagging along, more like he was trying to clear the air. His form of humor. It was a bit lost on you as you continued looking at that monster of a gun.

Knowing you couldn’t work up the courage to speak, you moved instead. You made for his horse and began pulling out a smaller rifle.

“Hey, what-”

You shoved it in his hands, taking the other.

He looked at you like you were crazy. You hadn’t given him much chance to believe otherwise.

“This one’s too big,” you said simply, moving to stow it back on his horse.

“Well ain’t you just the expert. We’re going after elk. You expect me to bring one down with this thing?”

You eyed the one you had given him before passing him, steeling yourself against the thought of the last time you’d heard an elk. “It’ll do fine.”

You heard him sigh but follow.

You fell into the familiarity of hunting, not even having to look for tracks before you spotted a small herd of elk on the far side of the valley. You didn’t have your binoculars with you, having left them underneath the carnage of an upturned wagon miles behind. You stopped and pointed instead, letting Arthur take the lead again. He had binoculars of his own and took them out.

“You’re good at this then,” he said as he spied the animals through the lenses.

You watched him. Studied him. He was likely a fair shot with the revolver at his hip, but you wondered about his skill with a rifle. “We hunted to survive,” you said simply.

He brought the binoculars down and held them out to you. “Show me how it’s done, if you’re so sure.”

You took them before letting that get to you. He seemed prideful, and you didn’t know enough about him to know whether your hunting know-how was impressing him or embarrassing him. You didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with him. Not if it would be weeks together.

You brought the binoculars to your eyes, this pair much nicer than yours, and saw four cows standing about, watchful. Knowing elk, there was a bull around somewhere. Especially with the way they kept pulling their heads up and moving a few steps at a time.

“You want to take one of those down or wait for the bull?” you asked.

“What bull?”

You just eyed him, not in the mood to have to prove yourself.

When you didn’t answer, he snatched the binoculars back and took another look. “Closest one’s fine. Easier to carry back without all them horns.”

He was right about that. A bull elk would yield more meat, but not so much that it would make a difference.

To your surprise, when Arthur seemed satisfied, he put his binoculars away and held out his gun to you. “Let’s see what you got.”

You stared at the weapon. It was taking everything in you not to think of your father teaching you to hunt. The memory of it was bittersweet now.

Finding the courage, you took the gun from Arthur’s hand, making sure it was loaded before readying it in your hands. You were too far to get a good shot, but you needed to feel the gun between your grip and your eye. You needed the easy breath that came with the familiarity of it. You eyed your target and brought the gun back down.

“Keep quiet,” you told him, starting forward. What your father told you countless times, even when you already knew to do so.

You went slightly left to get a better line, approaching just near enough that you could bring the animal down without drawing its attention too soon. You held out a hand to stop Arthur behind you before getting down on one knee, bringing the gun back to your shoulder. He started to say something but you shushed him. The noise had the nearest cow raising her head, looking for the source of it. You readied your aim and let out a breath. You swore you could feel your fathers eyes on you as you pulled the trigger.

All in a moment, noise exploded in your ear while your side wrenched with pain, the elk went down, Arthur said, “Good shot,” and you had the rushing feeling of regret, longing, sadness. Those words broke over you like a slap of water, your father there somehow, the hurt of him gone more than you could bear. You killed the elk, that proud animal’s heart beating no more. You fell to the ground like the pain of loss was a physical blow, crying out whether from hurt or sadness you didn’t know. He was gone.

You vaguely felt Arthur grabbing you, asking you something, pulling the gun away. He thought the recoil had hurt you. You were crying on your hands and knees, your father’s memory crushing you, and he thought it was the gun.

“Pa,” you said, blurting it out between sobs. “He’s…” Crying overtook you, shook your whole frame.

“Shhh,” Arthur said, and he was patting your shoulder, then leaving his hand there. A steady weight. “I know. It’s okay.”

“Gone,” you managed, the word like poison on your tongue. You didn’t fight the man’s hold. Needing it.

“You’re okay.” The severity of your sadness was making stillness impossible. You would have shaken right out of your bones had it not been for the hand on you. Your father was gone, and you let the whole world bear down on you.

Everything went a little hazy before you eventually came to. You sniffled like a child, needing to be on your feet, to get back to hunting lest you drown and die right there on the valley floor. You pushed the man’s hand away and stood, making for the dead elk with new determination.

The man stayed quiet. You were grateful.

You reached the animal. It had fallen where it stood, the shot to the head not allowing it to bolt. Going through the motions of hunting took back over, and when the man cautiously walked over to join you, you held out your hand to him for the knife he carried.

He hesitated. You met his eye and knew why—he was staring at you like you would fall apart again. He didn’t want a knife in your hands when you did.

“I’m fine, I just…”

“No. You ain’t.”

You weren’t. But if you didn’t skin this animal now, that nagging feeling would take over again. You stuck your hand out farther. “Please.”

He reluctantly reached around and unsheathed it, never taking his eyes off you as he turned the handle toward you and set it in your hand.

You took it and immediately got to work. Having something to do with yourself kept everything else at bay.

The man tried to talk to you twice, but you didn’t respond. Didn’t even really hear him. Only when you were elbow deep in the animal did you feel his hand at your shoulder again, stopping you.

“Let me.” You couldn’t. Couldn’t even meet his eye to tell him no in fear of that piteous stare. But he was stronger than you, and he pulled you back until you were sitting, the knife dropping, your mind going numb.

You let him finish the job as you remained trapped somewhere between the past and the hellish present.

When he finished, he cleaned his knife. Put it away. He called his horse and loaded her up with the new kill. He stowed his gun. And when there was nothing else left to do, he offered you his hand.

“Come on.”

You stared at it a moment before taking it. He helped you up. Your horse had followed his over, and you made for it. When you got in the saddle, emptier now than you had been on the ride here, you looked at the man. He had barely gotten a foot in the stirrup before you spoke.

“Don’t tell them.”

He met your eye and studied you a beat before nodding. Good. You didn’t need that whole camp of people knowing you were…whatever it was you were now. Burning alive. Drowning.

The pair of you started a trotting pace back across the valley, the shell of an elk left farther behind with every step.

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Upon arriving in the makeshift camp again, you dismounted and made for the river. Arthur could handle the elk himself. You needed the cold sting of the water.

You shed your coat and gloves and rolled back your sleeves, noting for the first time how dirty you were. That treacherous fall had landed you in the dirt, not to mention how often you had met with the ground lately. You were willing to bet you looked even worse than you felt.

You knelt by the riverside and ran your hands through the water, ignoring the shock of it as its swiftness passed through your fingers like silk ribbon. It was cold enough that you would never be used to it, so you went to running it over your arms, scrubbing your skin. It felt good. You hadn’t felt clean in weeks. Not since you left Montana, really. You splashed your face, amazed at how much grit sloughed off when you did. You kept on, scrubbing your skin raw, until there wasn’t a speck of dirt left on any showing skin. You thought to clean your wound but didn’t, not wanting to unwrap it. Not wanting to look at it.

Finally somewhat satisfied, thinking of how long it would be until you found a real bath, you stood and shook the water off your arms. You picked up your coat and gloves and were buttoning your sleeves, starting back for the edge of camp when you heard voices.

“More power to her. I wouldn’t want to leave all this behind.”

You stopped dead, knowing without having to who they were talking about.

“Me either. On the off chance she’ll find her family too. To hell with family I say. We already got all we need here.” This from one of the women in camp speaking to another, the two youngest you had taken notice of. Probably younger than you by the looks of it.

“Amen to that. Ain’t nothing but trouble come from my family.”

“Mine too.”

They were quiet a moment, and you took the chance to edge deeper into the woods. They were right about one thing—this life they led seemed to be better for any woman than the one you would soon be headed back to. But you couldn’t stay. As little sense as it made, you felt trapped here. Too much pity and too little familiarity. The only one you didn’t feel that way around was Arthur, and it suddenly struck you why—he didn’t treat you like the others did. He wasn’t so concerned with making you comfortable that he ended up tip toeing around you like the rest of them. He was who he was, no matter the circumstances. And who he was was a man who had saved you, no thanks needed. It was a rare thing.

After hiding in the woods long enough for any conversation about you to be long over, you went looking for Arthur. It was time to leave, the suffocating feeling you got around these people grating on you. It didn’t take long to find him—he was packing up at his tent. You approached without saying a word, not knowing how to. You had already asked so much of him. Asking him to rush felt wrong.

Without meaning to, you made him startle when he turned and saw you standing there.

“Jesus. Don’t do that.”

You made to apologize but couldn’t get the word out. You wondered if you would ever be able to speak freely again.

“If you’re here to light a fire under me, don’t bother. Hosea did it for you.”

The older man. If circumstances were different, he may have been the only other one you could stand.

“You ready then?” Arthur turned and eyed you before seemingly coming to his senses—you didn’t have a single belonging apart from your father’s ledger tucked away in your coat. You came here with nothing and you would leave with nothing. “Right,” he mumbled, throwing a few more things haphazardly into a saddle bag. “Go check the horses are ready then.”

“We’re leaving?” You couldn’t keep the hope out of the words.

“No, I’m just doing this for fun. Of course we’re leaving. Or have you had a sudden change of heart and want to stay?”

“No. I’m ready.”

He raised an amused eyebrow at you, like he didn’t believe you. “Go then. I’ll meet you by the horses. I need to speak with Dutch first.”

With that you did as he bade, nervousness lighting your bones. This wouldn’t exactly be an easy trip. But it was going somewhere, doing something with yourself. What your parents would have wanted. And, honestly, it was the closest you would get to the life you used to have. It was no Montana, but it would do. You hoped.

You checked on the horses then watched as Arthur finished up and threw his saddle bag over his shoulder, going to talk to the man you suspected to be the leader of this group. Once deep in conversation, they seemed to go back and forth about something, Arthur getting frustrated enough for Hosea to walk over and join them. All the older man had to do was lay a hand on Dutch’s shoulder, pass over a few words. Then all seemed well. Dutch may have been the leader, but Hosea was a herald. A silver-tongued bringer of peace who knew just how to get others to do his bidding, just as Arthur and Dutch were doing now. Just like your mother used to do.

In moments, Arthur was headed for you.

“Be back in a few months!” he called out without even turning to look at everyone.

“Be careful, Arthur!” This from a young, dark-skinned woman, one of the two who had been discussing you earlier.

“Yes, do try to get back to us in one piece,” said an older woman.

A few of them gathered, the rest stopping to watch Arthur leave. A family. He did have a family.

“Have a good ole time while the rest of us do all your work for you,” called out a bigger man.

“Shut up, Williamson,” Arthur said, finally turning to face them all. “I thought you said you’d enjoy me being gone.”

“And I’m still saying it,” the man answered. Arthur chuckled.

“John,” Arthur said suddenly, making a dark-haired man toward the back of the group eye him. “Take care of that family of yours.”

The man didn’t say a word in response, but another woman you’d seen walking about with a young child spoke. “We can take care of ourselves just fine, Arthur. Now get, don’t keep the lady waiting.”

At mention of you, Arthur turned. And all of that attention shifted from him to you. You had to hold yourself back from mounting and riding right away at the feeling of all those eyes. The only thing keeping you standing there was the thought of how much they all cared for Arthur, gathering around to see him off. That this wasn’t about you. You missed being cared for like that. But maybe after all this travel—if you ever got out on the other side of it—you would have that again someday. Maybe you would be okay.

“You ready?”

Those words weighed on you. You didn’t know if you were or not. But you looked at the man who had gathered up the pieces of you and carried them all this way, regarding him fully for the first time. His life, his found family, the sacrifices he had made in what little time you knew him.

“Yes.” It was as close to meaning it as you could be.

The pair of you mounted, turned your horses east, and rode into the trees.

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Chapter five is here.

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[namorswifeyyy]

Part 2 as promised

WORTH THE RISK PT 2

Blue Jones x Reader

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Summary: You and Blue have been in a secret relationship for a while, and every moment spent with each other is precious time. But, you feel as if he could be hiding something.

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Tags/Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT | mostly NSFW, oral (f receiving) teasing, praise kink, spanking, choking, unprotected piv, voyerism if you squint, once again just Blue being a naughty man, slight aggressiveness, also Blue being possessive, with a tad bit of angst and conflict | DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't condone this character's actions, this is just simply a headcanon turned fanfic. Read at your own risk.

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Every time. You and Blue have a moment together, and that time gets cut off real short. "When will he ever have more time for me?" You thought to yourself.

He's always so busy. Running his club, performing, having meetings with people, making sure you and the girls are doing their job, you name it. Even if he tries to have time for you, why is it so rare?

It almost feels pointless to keep this relationship a secret, let alone be in one at all. Yet, you keep crawling back him. And why? Doesn't matter if he's crazy. Doesn't matter if you feel like he's being secretive. You want him. Even if he isn't the one for you, you want him, badly.

You exit your dressing room, all dressed up. Wondering where Blue went. Around the corner of the hall, you see him talking to a man you never seen before. "Should I eavesdrop?" You thought. But then you decided it's probably not worth it. You wanted to show him he can trust you while he promises the same for you in return.

"You sound insane, Mr. Jones. Do you realize that? There's something about you and that girl that bothers me. I don't know what it is but you're getting awful close with her and I don't like it." The suited man says to Blue.

Blue looks appalled. "Calling me insane? Because I'm in love? That shouldn't even matter to you!" Blue responds, voice shaken by anger.

The suited man scoffs. "That's not even the case here! You done some major damage last time I seen you. You're a fucking psycho. You make me sick, Jones. I'm worried you're gonna hurt her like you have with every other girl you come in contact with."

Blue crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. "I'm not the same as I once was sir. You know this. I love her. And I would never do anything like that to her. Sorry to say, but there is an audience out there and I have to keep the show running for tonight. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be going now. We'll talk more later."

"Don't fuck up like you did last time. Prove that you genuinely love her, because I know you got a history of using women. I'll be watching you, Jones."

The suited man walks away from Blue. He sighs. "He just doesn't get it." Blue thinks to himself. But now that he had that conversation, did he just reveal the secret?

You walk away from them, tuning out what they been saying and out into the stage area. Seeing the audience watching the girls perform, and there's you. Just watching the sidelines. You felt knots in your stomach.

The anxiety, the pressure, it's all too much to bare. Then another thought occurs. "Would Blue be mad if I didn't go up there?"

But you had to go up there anyway. The people are waiting for you. And you want to make everyone around you happy. Even if you have to sacrifice your own comfort. You watch as Blue walks onto the stage, grabbing the microphone.

"Alright everyone! It's time to give it up for our last act For tonight!" He announces. Blue looks over at you in the crowd, He motions his fingers to call you over.

Everyone focuses their eyes on you, watching you walk up towards the stage. The nervousness eating you alive.

"Meet up with me later in my office." He whispers in your ear before he walks off. Everyone starts chattering after that short interaction he had with you on the stage.

You nodded yes then shifted your focus to the audience. They go quiet after the spotlight shines on you. As soon as the music starts playing, you give off your best dance performance. Everyone is cheering, enjoying what they're seeing. As long as you get a positive reaction from the audience, performing won't be as bad as you have already anticipated tonight.

When you finish your performance and the music stops, you hear everyone cheering and clapping for you. You wave bye at the audience and quickly exit the stage. Thank goodness you were the last one up.

After some time, the building gets quiet. Everyone probably went home by now. It's late at night, and you were finding Blue's office. He did tell you to meet him there after all.

You knock on the door. Blue gets up from where he is seated and opens the door to see you. "Come in, love." He says.

You walk into his office as he closes the door behind you two. "I know you were nervous to go up there. But do you know how well you did? How everyone loved you up there? You did great. I just thought I'd tell you." Blue praises.

He holds your hands and places a kiss on them.

"You sure? I was really scared to go up there." You asked. You look away from him, sighing deeply.

Despite Blue's praises, you didn't feel like you did well. Even if the audience loved what they were seeing, it didn't matter to you. In fact, the show isn't even what you're worried about right now.

"You know I'm right, love. You were amazing." Blue responds. You look back into his eyes again.

"I wanna talk about two things. One, who was that man you were talking to in the hallway? And two, is our moments with each other always gonna be cut short? And answer honestly."

"Well the guy I was talking to was a guest here. He used to work with me and came in tonight to see how my club is holding up. Nothing too serious. He asked me about you, even. Asking me why you and I are so close." He answers. He knows he can't tell you about the actual conversation he was having with that man. He made a promise.

You cross your arms, furrowing an eyebrow. "And why is that any of his business?" You ask, seemingly annoyed.

Blue sighs. "I don't even know actually. I couldn't even tell him for the sake of our secret. What matters is that we're all alone now."

He softly caresses your face with his hand, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "You know I'll always be by your side. No matter what happens. You're mine. Secret or not." He consoles.

"Promise me one thing?" You ask, looking into those beautiful dark brown eyes of his.

"Of course, darlin'. What is it?"

"Promise not to put me on the spot like you have tonight? I know I'm a performer but I felt so anxious and I saw that everyone started to probably talk about what you said to me on stage." You tell him.

Blue kisses you before he answers. "You're right, honey." He sighs. "I should've thought about that. I promise you. I'll keep my word. But now that everyone is gone, it's just you and me. No one to worry about."

"That's my Blue." You said, smiling cutely. You go in for another kiss, but longer this time.

His touch felt so addictive. And you finally have more than just a minute with him. What you both been needing for so long. You feel his hands roam across your body, pulling you in closer.

"Wanna continue where we left off from earlier?" Blue asks as he pulls away from the kiss, with slightly labored breathing.

"Please." You say. So glad he didn't forget. Blue smirks as he picks you up and lays you down on the desk. You bite your lip, eyeing him up and down. What is he even gonna do to you?

"Just relax and let me do all the work, love." He coos. You nodded in response. You feel his fingers drag across your body, as if he couldn't keep his hands off you.

You felt his touch on your inner thigh, fingers wandering, going underneath your skirt. Your face felt hot, you gasp at the sudden touch. And he hasn't even done much yet.

His thumb rubs against your clit, through the fabric of your panties. Small, circular motions. Enough to make you beg for him. You try to fight the urge to close your legs, rubbing them together.

"I barely touched you and you're already squirming? No, no, baby. I need you to stay still and keep your legs open for me. Got it?"

You nod your head, keeping your legs spread apart for him. Soon enough, you start to feel wet down there.

He immediately takes notice. "Already so wet, aren't you?"

You couldn't even answer. All you could do is whine in desperation. You see him smirk.

Blue hooks his finger under the side of your panties and pulls them off, placing them on the side of the desk. He slides two fingers in between your wet folds. Feeling the wet slick all over your horny pussy. Then slowly pushing them in and out inside your hole. You gasp. He keeps turning you on more and more by the second. The more you moan for him, he pumps his fingers inside you faster. Watching you melt underneath him.

This is a feeling of pure ecstasy. But you want more. You can only imagine the lewd thoughts inside Blue's head. How from looking at him, he wants to ruin you.

He takes his fingers out of your wet and needy cunt. Licking off the juices coating them. "I need to taste more of you."

Blue takes off his coat and throws it to the side of the room. He unbuttons his shirt before leaning down towards you again. His tongue touches your clit, making you tremble. But he doesn't stop there. He puts his fingers back inside you, pumping them in and out while he licks and sucks your swollen clit like a starved man. Feeling him hum into your desperate, needy pussy as he's eating you out. Making your moans and cries only louder.

"Please, Blue!! Please.." You plead. You want to push his head away but couldn't. It felt too fucking good.

"Please what, love?" He asks in between licks.

"Please...just fuck me." You answer.

Blue takes his fingers out of you and gets up. "Well you're in luck. Because I been wanting to fuck you, so damn badly."

You watch as he removes his belt, then unzip his pants. As both his pants and boxers drop to the floor, you see his hard, throbbing cock.

Stroking it up and down, waiting to finally pound it into you. "You want it?" He asks. You nod your head yes. "Please. I need you so bad, Blue." You answer.

"I know you do, that's my girl. Can you turn around for me, baby? I wanna see you bent over for me." He asks.

You turn around the other way on Blue's desk, facing the chair. Arching your back just enough. Blue puts his hand on your rear, caressing it. Then you hear a loud smack. The sting his hand left. The gasp that escaped your mouth.

Then you feel his hard length against your entrance, sliding it in. He growls with pleasure, craving this feeling all day.

His thrusts start slow, only building up more and more after every whimper, moan, and cry you make. The whole room fills up with sounds of pure, primal fucking.

You feel Blue's hand reach for your neck, pressing against your throat. Even holding you against his body as he's pounding into you.

"I don't care if anyone hears us. If anyone sees us. You're fucking mine, alright? No one else can have you!" He speaks softly into your ear. You can barely even speak back. All you can do to respond is with "uh-huh" while you're being fucked senseless. His hand wrapped around your throat, making it harder to breathe as you're gasping with every thrust.

How it felt too good. How you can't think of anything but just being his naughty girl. His naughty girl he loves to play with.

Blue lets go of his grip on your neck and and spanks your rear once more. Smack after smack, thrust after thrust, you feel like you're getting close to the brink of orgasm.

Squeezing around his cock, making Blue moan at how tight you feel. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!" He groans. Oh how this man just keeps driving you wild. "I want you to.." you whine.

You feel like your body is about to give out, but it doesn't matter. It all feels so worth it.

As you both are getting more and more closer to finishing, Blue grips onto your hair and pulls on it ever so slightly. He growls as he releases into you. Giving a few last sloppy, hard thrusts, making you whimper and cry at how good he's making you feel. Getting you to cum on his cum covered cock.

Blue pulls out, both of you try to catch your breath. "That's my good fucking girl. You did so well for me."

You turn to face him. Blue cups your cheek with his hand and gives you a kiss. "You're all I ever want, all I ever need. You're mine." He says.

"I'm all yours." You tell him.

You both kiss one last time before getting dressed. However, one thought just can't leave your mind. Is Blue keeping a secret from you? And if so, is it a sinister one? Who even knows?

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REBLOGS AND REPLIES ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED 💗

[turtlesundaes]

MARCH FOR RAPH DAYS TEN, ELEVEN AND TWELVE !!!!

Completely copied and pasted from my notes so you guys can have some cringe ramblings :>

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SO… WE ALL REMEMBER MARCH FOR RAPH…

And I sort of got grounded…ish..

So instead of actually doing the prompts like we’d normally do- (drawing, writing, etc.) -we will rant about the topic instead because depression sucks but I still really want to do this !!! :>

I will be letting my mind wander so I will probably get off topic but I try my best.

Also some of these might become actual fanfics (???)

And it will all be posted within the same five minutes because why not.

DAY 10. Bowling with Casey

I did start drawing this one and it was gonna b a bunch of Raph and Cassandra doodles bc I had done Casey jr. for day six but generally they would be SO chaotic.

I totally see Raph having to explain what bowling even is to Cass at first (bc yk I don’t see her knowing much bc of being in the foot clan that is literally just a cult with ninja skills- I do see her knowing hockey tho from her childhood bc I don’t think she was born into the cult but just been in it from a super young age like six or something? yk what I mean??) but once she gets it she will absolutely demolish!!!

Like as in the bowling ball won’t even touch the floor because she throws it just perfectly.

When I think of Raph bowling I instantly think of him using baby rails and it TAKES ME. But I do think he would be decent at it, not the best in the family but also not the worst. (no baby rails required)

They would be super loud the whole time though, like, 100% would be kicked out b4 they finish the game so every turn matters bc they go off whatever score they had before getting kicked out.

They would yell a bunch of catchphrases and trash talk basically but Cass probably would curse very loudly out of habit and that’s like, the main reason for them getting kicked out.

Raph wouldn’t mind the getting kicked out part (cause I totally see them doing this on the regular so he’s used to it) but the cursing will be only a slight annoyance. (Just cause of how LOUD Cass would be not anything against the girl honestly he just gets embarrassed)

I see Raph using curse words but ONLY when he’s alone with Cass just cause it feels normal with her but even then it’s still a rarity.

They would totally travel from place to place after getting kicked out though, then tally the points from every place and loser hosts the next outing.

DAY 11. Favorite novel

In cannon his favorite novel is obviously Jupiter Jim or something but I’ve seen so many people saying Percy Jackson and I find that hilarious.

I never read much Percy Jackson (my brother is trying very hard to get me to and I probably will… soon enough-) I did read the first book, the sun and the star, saw some of the movie aaaaand I think like two episodes of the new series ???

But as we know the guys LOVE sci-fi so the whole gist of Percy Jackson isn’t too far off from Raph’s liking me thinks.

But personally I think Raph would ADORE the Wings of Fire series (if we’re gonna get all projecting here, as per usual /pos)

Like think about it !!! Cool mystical creatures, mystery, cool diverse magic AND THE LORE ?!?!?! Also the fact that’s theirs like sixteen books (???) not Including the many spin-offs and side stories- (I have no idea what the average number is for a large series so that’s a lot for me :^) oh! And the graphic novels!!

He would so relate to Clay and think his fireproof scales are so cool. I see so many similarities. He would match his brothers with the MC’s (Mikey with Sunny, Donnie with Starflight, Leo with Tsunami) ((I am so not saying this bc I’ve done it myself-)) GOSH HE WOULD TOTALLY MAKE FAN FICTION AND HAVE LITTLE NOTEBOOKS DEDICATED TO HIS HEADCANNONS AAAAAAAAAAHHH !!!1!!1!1!!!111!

In conclusion he would be a huge geek about it all (he would rope Mikey in bc YALL-) and Mikey would make them cool cardboard wings. The end :]

DAY 12. Stir Crazy

I realllllllllyyyyyyy wanted to draw this one with Mikey and Raph in the kitchen but alas.. 😔

But yes Raph can coooook!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Not actually though. What I see in my very good vision is Raph helping Mikey out in the kitchen. Specifically, stirring.

I’d think that after the invasion Raphs motor skills in general would need improvement. This is not based on anything actually scientific I just have a ✨feeling✨ that after his whole kraang-ified ordeal he would have trouble with knowing he was in control (as most have headcannoned yes, but I like to think of mine as slightly different :p) his arm and eye and insert other places he was kraang-ified that I don’t remember here, would be significantly impacted from this worse than his not kraang infected side.

Like he would have a lazy eye, his arm would twitch/spasm and/or that whole side of his body would get pins and needles or just go numb at times.

But even then it would take a long and I mean LONG time for him to even get to that point. Before that it’s going to be even worse, like, being temporarily paralyzed and/or he would have to learn how to move that side of his body all over again.

This gives us Leo and Raph learning to move again bonding, your welcome.

But I’m not that evil to actually make him forever paralyzed, even if it was just the arm. (I’m too much of a wuss 😔)

The other side of his body would also take time to move again but that’s like a few hours compared to the months of work Raphs gonna have to put into his other side.

I don’t care that he bounces back immediately in the movie that is going to be labeled adrenaline. Also that one scene where Mikey and Donnie get thrown and Leo’s all like “go for them!! 🥺” and Raph falls on his side for a second and his arm is limp before running to them.

That split second scene is basically the whole reason why this headcannon exists.

BUT BACK TO THE PROMPT !!! :D

During healing Raph would do motor skill practice with Mikey aka baking cause Raph loves to lick the batter of the spoon when their done and stirring helps his arm. He would also flip pancakes maybe but I don’t see him doing anything like measurements cause it’s Mikey’s whole thing to cook but he helps keep the place clean :]

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Anywizle, my apologies for missing a few days and coming back with a messy rant- but it was fun so who cares!

So buh-bye! Have a good night and/or day! It may be possibly impossible but possibly I will see you tomorrow!

:>

[misc-obeyme]

that fem villain mammon art makes me feel so many things, i went crazy when i saw it and my tags for it reflected that

LIKE I'LL JOIN YOUR SIDE ANY DAY MA'AM, JUST ONE CHANCE IS ALL I NEED PLEASE INCAN MAKE YOU SO HAPPY

if there was ever a curse where mammon got turned into a woman, I'd die on the spot. Solomon had an experiment that went wrong and now him and Mammon are affected (mcsolomams heart says it's because they were all hanging out together in his room)

I can only imagine what they would do if they both got turned 😭 team up and mess with me probably. please guys i am fragile, and i WILL run away and hide for my own sake. Like they think i get flustered now?? crank it up to ten. THEY'D GET A KICK OUT OF IT TOO !!! i hate them (said with sickening affection)

like the dame events had me in a chokehold. I can tell you I definitely dropped my phone and yelled when I saw the mammon card like HE HAS A THIGH ACCESSORY AND MESH PANELING AND LIPSTICK that i want to ruin WHO SAID RHAT

i am just a weak woman when it comes to pretty women *head in hands* it's the bisexual in me

anyway HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL !!! work is breathing down our necks to meet our credit card goals, and my store manager is trying to plead for me and the replen manager to get a raise so HOPING !!! (IT WASN'T A RUMOR TECHNICALLY YIPPEE)

I've started giving my cashiers stickers for getting any kind of sign up or application and 😭 it's kinda endearing how excited some of them get. Like even the one's who seemed kinda skeptical/thought it was silly are immediate telling me over the walkie when they get something

barbatos giving mammon stickers when he gets good grades, or a shiny sticker and a kiss when it's an A grade

ALSO MY STORE MANAGER GAVE ME A $25 GIFT CARD TODAY AND BOUGHT US PIZZA BECAUSE I WAS WORKING THE MORNING FOR ONCE 😭 HE SAID THEY REALLY MISSED ME WHILE I WAS ON VACATION LOLOL

okay im done I think HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON!!!!

OKAY RIGHT. The bisexual in me was also freaking out lol. I was like wow I don't think I've ever wanted anyone to step on me before, but FOR HER-

They would absolutely mess with you, there is no way that scenario could go down any other way lol. Like oh? You like us this way, huh? Let us show you just what we can do~

Cue heavy flirting and teasing and wow I would not be strong enough to resist them.

Oh yeah Mammon's dame card nearly killed me with his stupid thighs I was like EXCUSE YOU. How dare you, you were already pretty enough as a man, now you're gonna go ahead and hit me with the thigh bling??

OH YAY I hope they get you that raise!!! You deserve it!!

Listen, I would be thrilled if someone was giving me stickers for doing a good job. It's the simple human brain, we like rewards. I have a sticker system for when I'm actually writing my novels where I award myself a sticker for every 500 words I write. Needless to say they haven't seen any use in ages because I abandoned my novels for fanfic lol. I tried using them for that instead but it was harder because I never know how many words things are gonna end up. At least with novels I know it's gonna be over 50k so like 500 is a good goal for a daily amount. (And I always wrote more than that anyway so my little section gets full up with sparkly stars tee hee~)

Anyway, the point here is that stickers are fun and make people happy!

Now listen... Barb's rewards for Mammon are officially in smut town because of the tags you left on that fic, by the way. I was like OH. That's right, he did abandon his homework to come be with Barb and if Barbatos knew that...? Anyway part two is going to be posted soon and you'll see. Not me already thinking about part three, I have a problem.

YESSSS pizza!! This is the thing, employers don't know how much they rely on you until you're gone! LOL!

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well! 💕

[eurydicees]

in need of fanfic/book recs from ya <3

ooooooh okay idk what genre of book or fandom/ship fic you want so here are my general recent favorites! i'm not gonna give a summary, just a small note/review with my thoughts, so ur gonna have to google the books and click the ao3 links--my apologies but this post was getting way too long lmfao

real life books!

gideon the ninth / the locked tomb series by tamsyn muir: i'm really working my way through this series and i loooooove it. the characters make me crazy and every turn in the plot has me screaming a little. there's been a lot of deranged texts to irls about this one.

under the whispering door by t.j. klune: this book DID make me cry. it's a really well woven story about love for your family and your friends and death and finding satisfaction and fulfillment in life (and death) and moving forward. HIGHLY recommend his other book (the house on the cerulean sea) as well!! i read that one first and it's a really gorgeous, satsifying read.

the shell collector by anthony doerr: this is a short story collection technically but i loooooove it. each story individually is really beautifully done and i absolutely LOVE his writing style. i think i take a lot of inspiration from him for my own writing!

on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong: top books that, like, make yourself feel seen. another author/poet that i feel i can attribute a lot of inspiration for my style and love of words to in general.

sharks in the rivers by ada limón: poetry collection! but one of my all time favorite poetry collections and i can't let this go unnamed. i absolutely ADORE ada limón (you may know her from "the great blue heron of dunbar road" or "instructions on not giving up", which floats around tumblr pretty regularly). i think i first read this collection for class but it genuinely changed something in me. i actually have a tattoo based on these poems <3

post-colonial love poem by natalie diaz: another poetry collection but this one, like, fucked me up. it's woven together as a collection in an absolutely breathtaking way, but each poem also stands alone really beautifully.

fics - haikyuu!!

a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam by swampdragons (iwaoi, 6911 words): i read this a bit ago and really loved it, though it was also really emotionally difficult for me to personally get through--one of those fics that really drives the emotions home so deeply that it hurts to keep going. part of that might just be my own personal connection to the topic. idk. but either way it's ABSOLUTELY worth it.

The Benefits of Patience by Moami (iwaoi, 3363 words): this one's silly and funny and so much more lighthearted than the prev rec lmfao. it's like. healthy but messy but established but not established but a real relationship but an almost relationship to be iwaoi <3333

The Way He Looks At You by roobtheboob (iwaoi, 3805 words): i think i read too much iwaoi. but this one's really cute i PROMISE. i like the kyoutani POV idea a lot and i think the way kyoutani is written overall is really well done, particularly in the team dynamic and his respect for iwaizumi.

The years shall run like rabbits by ladyoflalaland (ushiten, 7292 words): obsessed w this fic. ushijima's mother is written out to be a REALLY interesting character and her strained relationship with ushijima is fascinating. the passage of time of it all......man.

fics - other fandoms

"Normal" by OnigiriCat4Ever (fruits basket, kyohru, 7140 words): this one's a really cute post-canon character study of sorts and i really love it. i love how the 7yo hajime is written and his relationship with kyo is really sweet.

The act of loving in return by kindokja (bllk, ryusae, 2809 words): this one's both funny and heartwrenching and sweet and painful all at once. beautiful, necessary mix in a fic. i like it a lot.

turn your face (towards the sun) by youareoldfatherwilliam (atla, gen, 5813 words): im normal about fics abt the chit sang and the 41st, in case u were curious!

that's all i got for now? i literally just went through my most recent bookmarks and cherry picked some special highlights lol. feel free to let me know if you want anything more specific!!!!! u already know i loooooove giving recommendations<3

[eddiediazismyhusband]

Can I ask you to list a couple things you do like about the show? Or the actors? Or the characters? Or heck anything 911 related? Because it seems like you and your other anons don’t like anything to do with any aspect of it at all from the writers down to the smallest of storyline details 😅

which at that point is probably a good time to step back and stop engaging with it either temporarily or permanently since all it’s gonna do is continue to feed into the negativity your having over it since nothing seems to be bringing you joy about it.

can yall not read? like seriously can yall not read the words when i say “i am not goign to watch season 8 until something good happens”

i feel like a goddamn parrot on here when people like you keep coming into my inbox with this same fucking “maybe you should step back” thing like yeah that’s what i have been fucking saying????

im not going to stop interacting with my friends on here- that’s out of the question. i still love being involved in the fanfic community and i still love the first 5 seasons of the show, but im not going to lie and say that i have been pleased with the most recent installments. if you actually took the time to read my blog and what i talk about you would see that i adore eddie and his queer subtext. i adore buddie as a ship, probably to a crazy degree. i love henren, and bathena, and madney. josh russo is literally one if my favorite canonically queer characters on tv.

i adore this cast with the exception of the talentless nepo baby half the fandom wanna suck the dick of (god knows why other than he’s a fugly white man who kissed their favorite white boy) i love seeing them interact with each other outside of the show.

can i ask you what the writers have given us to actually enjoy the past two seasons? other than the madney wedding? nothing else has been decently written, or taken the story in a positive direction. yeah, we got bi buck but he’s in a relationship with a literal misogynistic racist man who has had repeatedly treated buck horribly with no acknowledgement whatsoever. so no, i don’t like the writers or tim minear at the moment because they have had every opportunity to usher in something positive for eddie, but no bc tim “this show is a drama” minear would rather give the happy plots to his white characters while running his poc characters through more unnecessary trauma and pain (with the exception of chimney, although his happy plotline only happened after he was near-fatally sick an entire episode and bobby whose plotline was centered around a black man’s trauma being dug up and thrown in his face)

the earlier season of this show were such a joy to watch live when it felt like there was actually care going into it from the showrunners and writing team, but lately it’s just them throwing darts at whatever wack-ass drama plot they can think of.

this cast works too fucking hard for the vapid shit they get given to act out each week.

which is why i (once again, in case you were about to gloss over this) I AM NOT WATCHING SEASON EIGHT UNTIL SOMETHING IS DONE TO FIX THE MESS THEY MADE

perhaps writing it in bold, italicized caps will make it easier for you to get it through your head.

and as far as “my anons” if you actually had enough confidence in your message, then why are you hiding behind anon, hm?

i have said multiple times i love interracting with my friends and fandom content that doesn’t have to do with spec. i have said multiple times im holding off on season 8. i have never said i hate the cast or i hate every single plotline the show has ever had, but you know what i did hate? how s6 and s7 turned the show into a fucking ooc mess. it is within my rights as a fan to dislike a season of a show for valid reasons.

what’s not okay is you coming into my inbox repeatedly saying “take a break” when i’ve said multiple fucking times that i plan to rather than just blocking me if youre so offended by people agreeing with me that the show is at a make it or break it point.

please kindly take yourself out of my space if you’re not going to actually take the time to read the words i post and just immediately send me anonymous hate because you didn’t like my posts