#and this goes for a bunch of other people

[moonstruckme]

Hi!

I just watched 'me before you' (so sad wtf)

Anyways the one scene with the bumblebee tights? I can't stop thinking about it and was wondering if you could write something with whimsical!reader and the marauders (individual or poly) inspired by that?

Oh that is the cutest little storyline! Thanks for the request angel <3

cw: reader has hair long enough to have a clip in, but the hair itself isn't described

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 1k words

James grins at the blue vervain hung above your front door before he knocks three times, hiding the small gift bag behind his back. You open with an easy smile on your face. It widens once you see him. 

“James,” you say, voice a pleased hum. “I thought we already went on our date?” 

“We did,” James agrees, “yesterday, but…” he digs in his pocket “...I think you left this in my car.” 

“Oh.” Your eyes widen delightedly at the large acorn he holds out in his palm. “I did! I was going to call and tell you, but I thought surely by this morning it would be gone.” 

James feels his eyebrows bunch even as he smiles. “Where would it have gone, lovely?” 

“Well, it’s a very nice acorn, so I thought for certain faeries would pluck it up if I left it unattended. I wouldn’t have blamed them, it’s only fair.” 

James doesn’t see anything particularly remarkable about the acorn—aside from it being rather large—but you often see beauty in stuff that James doesn’t. It’s one of the things he loves about you. He’s learned that you collect these sorts of things the way other people might collect postage stamps; it’s not for him to question. 

“I’m glad it was still there, though,” you say, pushing up on your toes to give him a kiss that, in James’ opinion, is far too brief. “Thank you for keeping it safe.” 

“It was no problem.” He leans forward for another kiss, but you’re already turning, disappearing into your home. 

He follows you inside, though you haven’t invited him in—sometimes these things simply don’t seem to occur to you; James is learning to interpret your cues. 

“You look lovely today,” he says. 

You send him a curious look. “You always say that.” 

“It’s always true.” 

“It can’t be the same amount of true every time,” you say, finding a place for your acorn on the windowsill above your kitchen sink. You’ve a small collection of things there, from propagated plants to dead bugs to little origami stars. 

“Can’t it?” James asks. 

“My hair never looks exactly the same,” you point out, not arguing so much as musing in the way you’re given to, “and last week when you saw me I didn’t have any spots, but today I have two.” 

James captures you in a gentle embrace, his hand on your cheek. “You’re just as lovely,” he vows, kissing you, “every single time.” 

Your eyes have gone soft and cloudy; you’re easily mollified. “If you say so.” 

“I do.” He kisses you again, smiling. “I have something for you.” 

“Mm, for me?” 

“Who else?” He reveals the gift bag. The tips of his fingers are buzzing with excitement. “Open it.” 

You take the bag, appearing bemused. “It’s not my birthday.” 

“I know that.” 

“Is it a holiday?” 

“No.” 

You look at James, still not opening the bag. “What’s this for, then?” 

“Maybe I just like to give you things,” he says. “It made me think of you.” 

“Oh.” You relax, the mystery resolved. “Because you’re nice.” 

“Sure. Would you just open it, please?” 

“Okay.” You give James a puzzled sort of smile, but part the folds of the bag. “Oh.” Your voice softens as you look inside. “Oh, James, this is lovely.” 

“Yeah?” he asks, suddenly nervous as you draw it out. Up until just this moment, he’d felt nothing but confidence that you would love it, but now he’s unsure. “Do you like it?” 

“Yes.” You turn over the barrette in your hand, expression awed. It’s a dragonfly, larger than life and incredibly detailed, with wings an iridescent green color that shimmer in the light coming in through your kitchen window. “It goes in my hair?” 

“Yeah, but there’s a trick to making it work.” James leans closer, giddy. “Can I show you?” 

You nod mutely, and he leans over, blowing gently on the gift. 

In the palm of your hand, the dragonfly comes to life. You gasp as its wings shift and flutter, the colors becoming even more vibrant. If you look really closely, even its tail is moving, the only still part of it the legs so that they stay fixed in your hair while you’re wearing it. It took a nifty bit of charmwork to achieve that amount of specificity. 

Your eyes are alight with wonder. It’s the sweetest thing James has ever seen, and he knows—if the ministry cracks down on him, if he’s never allowed to practice magic again—he knows he’s done the best thing. 

“It’s beautiful,” you say, softly, as though afraid to scare the creature. “Where did you find this?” 

“Just—at a market.” James tries to sound casual. “It was a pop-up, I think. Cool that they make them like this, yeah?” 

You make a sound of agreement, eyes still on the dragonfly as it begins to settle down. “It’s like magic.” 

James leans over to kiss your forehead. “Want me to put it on for you?” 

Your expression lights up as though the possibility hadn’t yet occurred to you. “Could you? Please?” 

“Of course, lovely. Give it here.” 

You transfer the barrette to James’ hand delicately. He smiles at how preciously you treat it, turning you by your shoulder to fix it in the back of your head. Once he gets it situated—James really isn’t very experienced at styling hair—he draws you into the bathroom so you can approve. 

“Can you blow on it?” you ask when he holds up a mirror for you to see the back of your head, barely leashed excitement in your tone. 

James does, and you make the most elated sound he’s ever heard from you. He laughs as you turn to put your arms around him, his soft-spoken, placid girl nearly jumping with glee. 

“Thank you,” you say, pressing your lips to his. “Thank you, James. No one’s ever gotten me anything so thoughtful.” 

James reckons he has a thing or two left to do about that.

[heyimkana]

SO- uh kingdom and empires type of thing- Sacrificial bride reader with emperor jin-woo. To stop the wrath of the emperor on the small kingdom, the king gives his daughter (reader) to emperor as a sacrifice.

everyone things jin-woo is a cruel emperor and many rumors are going all around the world of his cruelty, so reader is sacred to the bone when she is before jin-woo. (He's just antisocial so he doesn't want to correct the rumors just like how rumors of him spread after jeju raid)

Jin-woo being SUCH A SWEETHEART and giving reader time and space even after their wedding. (He fell for reader) So whenever reader tries to get close or do any action to make their relationship more comfortable, jin-woo internally goes over the moon. (He's smithen for reader and I'm all for it)

OMGOMGOMG EMPEROR!JINWOO 😩 okay so I know you want to see some cute fluffy lovey-dovey scene and we'll get there trust me, but hear me out okay what if it started out like this:

WC: 1.1 K | Warnings: Murder, slight gore

With his long, silky smooth raven hair cascading past his shoulders, and his fringe falling over his eyes like a curtain, Emperor Sung Jinwoo is a sight to behold. His features are sharp and breathtakingly handsome, his body, sculpted by the Gods, swathed by black robe from shoulders to toe. He towers above others with his intimidating height, his gleaming purple eyes bestowing fear upon those who dare to stare back into them.

The emperor carries a dangerous air around him wherever he goes, his hair often tied in a high ponytail with two sheathed daggers resting on each side of his hip. He charges first during battles, despite being the most vital piece in the kingdom. Fearless and undefeated, his name echoes throughout the realms. Every victory he's brought home was all because of his strength. Every peace he'd attained was all because of the blood he'd shed. Death follows everywhere he walks, the soil drenched crimson beneath his feet.

Cold and distant, the young lord is very efficient with his words, which often leads to people misjudging his character. Some people perceive him as arrogant. Most people see him as cruel and merciless with the way he treats his prisoners, but no one knows that behind the gates of his palace, he's a gentleman who holds his family dearly, who seeks blood only to create a world where his young sister could walk freely without men leering at her from the shadows. He takes care of his dying mother so earnestly with the tenderness that rivaled her own, his touch so delicate as he washes her hair every morning, despite having his hands constantly soaked in his enemies' blood.

Jinwoo defeats and conquers other kingdoms, killing their leaders in cold blood in front of everyone to see. They don't know that behind the scenes, their king and his subordinates are nothing but a bunch of corrupted men who took advantage of their own people. They thought the emperor brought chaos to their land, but his knights knew the truth. It was justice.

Emperor Jinwoo doesn't do forgiveness. If there's a man who murders or steals on his watch, then they'll be executed on the spot. No trial, no second chances, nothing. He holds honesty, virtue, and loyalty above everything else. And tonight, in this small kingdom he steps inside, he finds none, and so, the old town is littered with corpses of those who dared to dishonor a lady or betrayed their own kin.

The King of this kingdom, who offers his daughter for Jinwoo to take in exchange for sparing his own life, makes his blood boil the most. How could a father, whose duty was to protect his family, be so willing to give up on his only child, just to live for another day?

"I'll take your daughter," Jinwoo says in response, his gaze falling on the maiden's face. She's gorgeous, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, but that's just it. She can offer him nothing but her beauty and a woman's charm would never be enough to reignite the fire within him, to restore the piece of humanity that has grown thinner and thinner with every throat he slit with his dagger.

The maiden, of course, shows repulsed hatred toward him. For all she knows, Jinwoo is an invader, barging into her land one night and slaughtering every warrior in sight. But as a princess, she has a role to fulfill and one of those is to bring peace to her kingdom no matter what the cost. And if her purity and her womanhood could win the heart of the new dictator to bestow mercy upon them, then so be it.

She walks forward and stands before the young emperor who brazenly sits on her father's throne with his dark robe smeared with her knights' blood. Some of the scarlet has stained his fair cheek, but even then, he still appears divine in some ways. The princess takes a moment to stare Jinwoo right in the eyes, unfazed by his overwhelming aura. She makes sure he understands that despite being nothing but a gift for his hand to seize, she deserves every ounce of respect he could show her.

Jinwoo arches his brow at the challenge but then he finds himself smiling. He rises to his feet, practicing his courtesy. "Forgive me, Princess," he greets with a bow of his head, his voice rumbling low and deep as he introduces his name. It brings shivers down her spine in all the most exciting ways though she'd rather be beheaded than admit it aloud.

Only then does she perform her bow. Blazing fire resides in her eyes still, a sign that she won't be so easy to tame, but for the first time in his life, Jinwoo feels... thrilled. Because of what, he's not sure yet. But he figures he'll find out soon enough.

He asks for her name and she gives it to him through gritted teeth.

"Do you love your father, Princess?"

She's taken aback by the question. Out of all the things he could've asked her... "Yes, my lord," she answers, a second too late than she's supposed to.

Jinwoo's eyes linger on the faint bruise blooming on her skin. It circles her neck like a pair of hands crushing her windpipes. His eyes glow as his voice turns a pitch lower. "Even after what he's done to you?"

She swallows. She's steeled herself for this, but the terror coming solely from his gaze still creeps into her skin. "Yes."

His lips curve up again at her answer, and she ponders, how could a demon like him, smile so angelically?

Jinwoo then leans in close, his lips a breath away from her ear. "I hope you're a better fighter than you are a liar," he whispers.

There's a mix of confusion in her glare, but the emperor no longer pays attention to her. "Close your eyes, Princess," is the last thing he speaks before he addresses her father, who stands nervously before the audience. She does as she's told as it is her duty now to do whatever he commands her to do.

Seeing the emperor accepting his gift, a wicked, victorious grin emerges on the King's lips but that's the only thing he manages to do before his head rolls to the ground. Startled gasps and horrified shrieks ring throughout the hall but before the princess can open her eyes to witness the headless corpse falling to the ground, Jinwoo embraces her from behind. His fingers gently cover her eyes, letting her stay in the darkness, hoping it will comfort her the way it always comforts him.

"You're with me now, Princess," he murmurs in her ear, and it rattles her bones. "I'll take care of you."

It's a promise and a blessing, but for a woman who has lost all her kingdom, her dignity, and her entire family in one night, it feels like a curse.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asks with a shuddering breath, to which he says—

[ginandvodka-riley]

Earthquake

Tw: A small eartqueake.

As someone who lives in a country (and city) that's located in a very seismic zone, I was wondering, what about a TF141! Reader who's from a country with high seismic activity? Like China, Japan, Indonesia, Iran, Chile, Guatemala, Mexico, etc...

Just imagine.

You are their medic, so you must go with them on every mission. You don't complain, they're true gentlemen with you, treat you as family (and if you want you can be dating one of them) and on top of that, the pay is more than good.

Well, a new mission comes, you all must go to a seismic country. Everything goes fine, no injuries more than a few scratches, muscle pain and the typical fatigue. Until 2 weeks before your arrival while you all are checking a large, apparently abandoned building, completely alert, controlled and composed, an earthquake occurs. It's a medium one, not light but not dangerous either.

You are used to it, you’ve experienced worse earthquakes more than twice after all.

But they?

Poor English (and Scottish) men. They've never experienced it, it's new for them. So, when the first movement comes you stay calm and since the nearest exit is far away you sit with you back against a load-bearing wall, covering your head with your arms. However, they panic, they don't know what's happening so their first thought is "we're under attack", so immediately they grab you by the wrist, and begin to run away.

You're confused and try to get free and stop them because "what the hell are you doing?! You shouldn’t run!".

When the third movement comes it's stronger, one of them gets nauseous while the rest almost stumbled on their feet.

That's when you realize what's happening.

You shout out a firm "stop", they fix their gaze at you, horror invading their pretty eyes, and then you speak firmly but carefully.

"Sit down, cover your heads and calm down. We're safe."

It's a miracle but they manage to react from their panicked trance and obey you like the good soldiers they are.

All of you are sitting in a circle, shoulder to shoulder, away from windows and furniture, you try to soothe them explaining that it's just a mid-level earthquake, nothing dangerous, at most just 0.2 percent of the population will get some minor wounds.

Again, "we're safe".

Dogs are barking at the distance, everything around you move with some violence, the lights, furniture, you can even see through the trembling windows what’s happening outside, trees moving as if they were alive, cables too, and the damn ground seems like it could breathe.

After a whole minute everything returns to normal, they're still scared, a bit less, but fear hasn't abandoned their minds at all.

"Bloody hell, luv, how could you remain so calm?"

You explain to them how normal this in your natal home is, some places around the world are more seismic than others after all. It's just mother earth living.

Some 'funny' stories about your experiences and those of your relatives manage to calm down little by little.

It could sound incredible or even ‘stupid’ for some people to see a bunch of elite soldiers, huge and beefy as a truck so afraid of a mid-level earthquake, more so when they've seen the death itself right in its eyes.

But a natural disaster is so different from the damage that a human can cause. You can try to take control of the battlefield, can predict what could happen and plan every movement. It's an equal battle, man vs man.

Meanwhile, nature is not kind, it's strong, powerful, glorious. You can't control her, don't know how or when she'll decide to explode and sweep everything away at every step.

We are just humans, simple beings that have taken a place on earth to live because she wanted to. She allowed us to live in and thanks to her. And even when it could sound cruel, mother nature follows her own course independently of us.

You have faced her power more than once, all her glory. You know you’re just a simple human being, and you're okay with that, because you know that from earth we come and to her we'll return.

Not them though. That felt like facing death for the first time, like everything they've lived before were nothing compared to this. They saw mother earth right in her eyes, suddenly they felt raw, more alive than ever, and for the first time in years they're consciously grateful to be alive one more day.

[dammit-tazmuir]

Guess who's working on a project... May update these a bit more, and MANY more to come later!

Few concepts under the cut and while I have several ideas already I am potentially open to suggestion!

I'm imagining basically the same story but ponies. Necromancy is a type of magic and all ponies have some kind of magic; as such, unicorns make stronger, more versatile necromancers, but not all necromancers are unicorns and vice versa. (Lyctors are alicorns.)

They will all have Pony Names, I just haven't decided on all of them quite yet. Open to suggestionnnnns.

Note that while I push boundaries in some places, like gendered traits or Gideon's markings, my goal is generally to make pony designs that would fit within Gen 4 canon, because I actively enjoy working within such tight constraints and trying to pack as much information as I can into very few options. ---THIRD---

I will probably redo Babs' cutie mark, I'm just not fully sure as what yet. Swords might end up being a symbol for cavalierhood despite not literally being used, but still debating. Also still working on his name but "Riposte" might be part? ("Babs" is also canonically used pony name and will probably stay his nickname lmao.)

Ianthe's name is Solar Flare, or rather, she's changed it slightly to Solar Flair, to match Corona and slightly downplay herself. ("Solar Flare" follows the naming convention for super extra magical wizard unicorns, i.e. Twilight Sparkle/etc.) Babs sometimes calls her Solar Glare.

Corona's is Moonstruck Flair and she also goes by Moony. Earth Pony necromancers do exist, but the type of magic Ianthe does needs to match what Corona would be doing.

Moony is still in many ways bright and sunny, and Solar still pale and preferring the shadows, so their marks partly reflect their devotion for each other. But it's also Solar's sheer strength of magic, as well as eight spokes foreshadowing the Eighth Saint, and Moony's dazzling nature and ability to both captivate people and be a light in the darkness by playing diplomat or boosting morale, and, you know. Corona actually reflecting Ianthe's light rather than having any of her own.

Both marks have hearts in them, Solar's upside down. ---NINTH---

Harrow's mark isn't just a skull, but a bunch of hearts. She got it the first time she saw The Body. :3 She will insist you're seeing things but secretly treasures the evidence that her love and devotion are true and powerful.

I'm thinking something with "Nocturn" for her name, since it's both night-related and church-related.

Gideon got her stupid mismatched sock markings and her stupid too-bright oranges and her gaudy tricolor hair. Her markings definitely don't hold any secrets or hints whatsoever of course.

Her tail was initially just me wanting a short and practical style but different than Harrow's and a Little Bit Special for a Protagonist, so I figured this would give me all that and also let me give her a "Careful, I kick!" red ribbon hehe. At the time I hadn't planned on more than one mane/tail color so I didn't realize until I was lining my sketch that— Oh. Oh it can also read as a lit fuse on a BOMB lmaooo. Which did ofc later inspire the tricolor too.

:3 I know what her Cutie Mark is going to be, she just doesn't have it yet. To start, she's an adult blankflank, and everyone has told her her entire life to stop expecting to find any purpose because clearly she doesn't have one, she's lucky to be of any use to anyone. Of course she has to wear a big dark cloak around Canaan partly to hide her inadequacy.

[strangeocblog]

I’ll turn this into an answer game bc i want all the fun to myself

I’ll have to skip some questions because i can’t remember how the gameplay and builds work anymore 💀

1. He goes by his number in Genius Society aka #50. He doesn’t really have a name bc long story short: where he was from, people have id numbers instead of names, he forgot his own because of dissociative amnesia. Can’t remember, would rather not remember.

2. Genius Society!

3. “Take my words as granted, you better off not knowing anything about me. I’m just someone bizzare man who doesn’t bother to wear pants to important occasions such as this.”

4. Erudition baby.

5. FIVE STAR QUANTUM MALE CHARACTER IN YOUR AREA WOOOO QUANTUM SUPREMACY.

6. FIVE

7. He ummm he brings this big ass mechanic chair/couch thingy into battle and just sit there pressing buttons.

8. Chilling, cool button pressing animations when using skill. When it’s time to use ult, he stands up, do some cool boom boom bombastic animations and proceed to sit down when it ends. Yes he got sitting down animation, very cool.

9. One is fixing his attire (as if he’s not dressing unseriously as hell). The other is looking at the time and take out this tube and inject some liquid in the back of his neck (like “omg it’s tea time” but weird).

10. “Get.me.out of here” in sassy passive aggressive posh accent 💁 when he’s in the same team with THREE CHARACTERS HE HATES

11. Basic atk: flick his wrist. Skill: pull out this scale up and start accumulating upcoming damage dealt to enemies and saving it for later. After using his skill, he will activate his follow up action after every time his team hit the enemies (dot doesn’t count), granting atk buffs and even heal the damage dealer. Ultimate: stand up, slam that scale down super hard, pull out this unstable mass of flowing energy and nuke super hard and increase weakness breaking for the team. He looks very cunty when he sits down again i tell ya what kajahxhshsj.

12. Skip skip

13. Everything dissipates when he touch them and we get one technique point after each kill.

14. Skippp

15. SkippityHertaspacestationteleportingtoilet.

16. Idk mythus might know

17. MUST INCLUDE SILVER WOLF AND FUXUAN I DON’T CARE I WANT THEM BACK IN META, SEELE TOO GET IN HERE.

18. YNnnnoooo…

19. I donmt know what that is

20. Ruan Mei i think

21. I hate current HSR banners so much i canntmajbavv

22. Do some trolling. So there’s this place got infested with thousands of rats over night (because someone fucked up a copy machine) and it’s been like that for almost a week, rats were running rampant. #50’s reputation were infamous, he got a bunch of haters, IPC currently jumped on the hate train so the haters were many as ever. He solved the issue by using a clone account, posting something like “one of those rats is #50’s psy!! It’s stealing all your info”, there were no rats there for the next two days, not even the smell of their poop. As long as you are happy with who you are and stay true to yourself, haters are nothing more than crazy fans that you could manipulate easily.

23. People might use him to solo swarm disaster for fun lmao, he’s able to self sustain.

24. The moment Nous took a peek at him, he lost his med license *wheeezzeeeew*

hsr oc kit ask game

character-building questions for oc, self-insert, and reader-insert authors in the hsr fandom! please feel free to explain the lore and characterization reasons, if any, behind the answers!

send an ask with a character + number(s)!

what is your character's name?

what is your character's “faction” (e.g., Belobog, Xianzhou Luofu, Intelligentsia Guild, IPC, etc.)?

on their information card, what is your character's introductory description?

what is your character’s path (e.g., hunt, destruction, nihility, etc.)?

what element type is your character (e.g., lightning, imaginary, wind, etc)?

are they a five-star or four-star character?

what type of weapon does your character use?

what are the major visual motifs in your character’s battle animations?

what are your character’s idle animations?

what are some of your character’s voice lines?

what are your character’s basic, skill, and ultimate attacks?

what is their talent?

what is their technique?

what are their best-in-slot relics?

do they have a signature light cone? if yes, what are its features? if no, what's their best-in-slot?

what are the most important eidolons for your character?

what are the best team comps for your character? which characters do they synergize well with?

does your character synergize well with your faves?

where would your character fall on the prydwen tier list?

are there any canon characters whose kits would “compete” with yours?

it’s your character’s debut in hsr! whose banner are they running alongside? what other characters are on their banner?

is there an event or story quest associated with your character’s debut? if yes, tell us about it!

how does your character do in the different types of endgame content? (e.g., pure fiction, moc, gold & gears, swarm disaster)

is there anything else you'd like to share about your character?

[cindyverse]

Shifting Tips

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Hi, so I know it's been a very long time since the last time I posted because these past few weeks have been very strange to me. I don't know how to tell this, but I've been connected and unconnected from shifting at the same in a weird way. Tonight, a very big earthquake is expected in my region, and it scares me a bit, so I decided to go through tumblr a bit. I don't really know what I will talk about on this post yet, but I guess we'll see.

۶ৎ Don't Focus On The Symptoms

When you're shifting, if you feel symptoms like a tingle in your body, urge to move, floating, falling, or anything, try to unfocus. I know it's a bit hard to ignore such things, but those "symptoms" are usually your body is checking on you to make sure you're fine. This is one of the other things that meditating helps. While meditating, your body goes through the same "body falling asleep" phase, so after a while, your body gets used to it and stops giving you the "symptoms". Don't forget practice makes perfect.

۶ৎ Beware Of How You Speak To Your Brain

I see a lot of people on the internet, mostly tiktok, that talks about what they felt, etc. while "trying to shift." This is so wrong. You're not "trying" to shift you're just shifting. If you're telling yourself that you will try to shift tonight it means that you're basically telling your brain that it is only an attempt and it really a may or may not kinda thing. But you will shift so act like the master-shifter you already are. Talk to your brain like that, order that you will shift. Be confident.

۶ৎ Don't Force Yourself

Don't forget that things like scripting, using a method, or even visualization are not a must for shifting. If you enjoy doing it and think it's good for you, then do it, but you don't have to script to shift to your dr. You already know what your dr is supposed to be like, so it will happen no matter what. Methods, again, they're just silly ways to make shifting easier for some people, and they're all made up. Using methods helps some people, and it doesn't do anything for some others. If other methods don't work for you, make your own or don't and just shift. If you tried a method several times and it clearly didn't work, then again, move on. Visualization, people see visualization as a must but it's not wrong. There's bunch of shifters who has aphantasia !and still shifts so why can't you? Shifting doesn't have rules and this is what fun about it you make your own rules. Make up anything as long as it's fun for you

۶ৎ Don't Unfocus From Your Life In Your CR

I don't know how to explain this well but I know several shifters are going through this. Yes the fact that there's infinite possibilities of what you can be is exciting but also it can make life seem meanless. I deeply resonate with this problem and I came over it. For these past few weeks I let go of everything in this reality because I know that I can always leave and live my dream life but then I realized what I'm doing was literally ending me. Yes I will always shift but right now I live the life as "her" as what is call "me" she has dreams too she always have and I knew that but I was letting her give up her dreams just because I could always stop using this vessel and move onto an another one. Now this may not make sense but what I'm saying is don't let yourself get lazy just because you found a deeper meaning in life. You may not be happy in this reality I know I understand everything sucks but you can actually find happiness in smaller things. Tho I know it sounds cheesy but it's the truth. For example you didn't get the grade you wanted? It's okay you will do better next time. Got rejected from a job application? Then something greater will find you. No matter what comes on your way it's going to be okay I promise you. You may think you don't even know me who tf are you promising me stuff but I just know and I promise you everything will be okay. Just get up and do your best. You will have disappointments, sad moments that you will never forget but nothing stays forever...Take care of yourself. Happy shifting♡

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[misfxtteam]

Bucky can't hide the grin at Tony saying he could do better and makes a mental note to come up with a bunch that he could test out the next time he sees Tony. He glances at the shades he wore, "I'm going to have to get a pair of shades for myself so we can match when we go out, otherwise I probably look like a bodyguard or something," he laughs faintly, "I'll have to come up with something really good, because Freezer Burn is pretty damn funny"

He listens to Tony talk about what went down with the Accords, he was just becoming more and more surprised with how completely unfiltered Tony was being with him. He knows tonight is about honesty but this felt like it was somehow more than honesty. He's always known Tony to keep people at an arms length, to use humor to deflect anything that came close to being deeper than surface level. But he could say the same thing for himself, he kept everything so close to his chest that even Steve seemed to worry. But it couldn't be like it was before the war, when he shared everything in his life with Steve. Of course he still loves him like a brother and was happy that they could be in each other's lives again, but he was much more closed off than before. So he could immediately recognize that if Tony was talking to him about this stuff, it felt important to really listen properly.

"Steve told me about it, when we were on the run before things got resolved. I could see where he was coming from and considering what I had just..just escaped from, the idea of 'the bigger man' being in charge of me again was terrifying. And I can understand what you mean about Steve being smug. He's always so used to being on the right side of things just by virtue of who he is naturally, which only got more intense after the Serum. The fact that you're someone that has a more nuanced opinion of things, that doesn't see it as so black and white, honestly I think it's wholly needed on a team like ours. But if I had to guess, I would bet that it probably didn't make you feel less guilty."

He looks over at Tony but looks away because it was easier to watch the pavement when they were talking like this. He worried that if he watched Tony, he would see anger or irritation that Bucky was making assumptions about him but he was only going based off what he knew about Tony, and what he was saying. "Just because...I mean based on what you said, you said 'you decided to do these things and everything goes to shit' but it's almost hardly ever just you deciding, right? But you carry the weight of the guilt for it, more than I think everyone does. Obviously Steve cares when mistakes are made, all of us do, but it seems to weigh you down more than most of us. Because you care."

Bucky finishes most of his last cup of coffee, tucking his own wallet away and nodding when Tony asks if he’s ready to head back, “Yes, god that was good food, and i’m very particular about my pancakes,” he says with a grin, half joking but he genuinely did have preferences when it came to breakfast places based on how they made the food.

As they’re walking out, he can’t help his own faint smile, “well it’s nice to know that if anyone else had tried to talk to say things like that I would’ve had someone in my corner. And I’ll have to think about those nicknames, the best I can think of right now are Tin-Man, or Tinfoil,” he chuckles, tucking his hands into his pockets as they head back to the Tower.

He is quiet for a minute before he can’t stop himself from addressing something Tony had said, “I know people talk about you being difficult or whatever, but I’ve never thought you were impossible. Sure sometimes your mind seems to work at the speed of light compared to mine or most people, but even before today, when I heard you talking to most of the rest of the team, I would think you were pretty funny. And when you and Steve would go back and forth, it didn’t seem like you were trying to pick a fight, most of the time I can honestly see where you’re coming from or where the concern lies, even with the Accords.” he admits quietly. He had never spoken about this with anyone, so he wasn’t exactly sure how to word it but he wanted to try, “even if its something where I haven’t agreed with you, I can understand why you’re saying what you’re saying”

[ageingfangirl2]

Hazbin Hotel x Child Reader Series

PART 22 - VALENTINE'S PT 2

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE

You kick open the front door, arms full of gifts, cards, and chocolates, looking deeply confused, ‘What the hell just happened?’

Charlie rushed over, beaming, ‘Oh! Did you have fun at school today?’

You dump everything onto the lounge table, ‘I don’t know what happened, but apparently, I’m famous.’

The hotel residents gathered, curious.

Charlie picked up one of the many pink envelopes, ‘Aww, these are Valentine’s Day cards!’

Angel Dust snatched one up, dramatically reading it aloud, ‘Roses are red, violets are blue, I think I love you, please go out with me too.’

He snorted, looking at the kid, ‘Damn, short stack! You got game.’

Alastor tilted his head, amused, ‘Ah, young love! So many fools lining up for rejection.’

You blink a few times ‘Wait… these confessions? As in love? But aren’t I took young for that?’

Charlie squeals excitedly while Vaggie tries to calm her down at your innocence.

Charlie sits you down on one of the arm chairs and decides to explain love to you, ‘You don’t have to like anyone back right now, but it’s nice to know that there are people who find you special, kid.’ 

She leaves you sitting there confused as she happily goes through all the cards, gushing and awwing over the sweet confessions.

Vaggie takes a different approach to Charlie, never one to trust that easily, ‘Who are these kids? What are their prospects? What are their attentions?’

She shakes Charlie to get her out of her happy daze, ‘Babe, we can’t just let random kids send love confessions. What if one of them is a creep?’

Who would have thought that Niffty had a similar approach to Charlie, being a hopeless romantic? She eagerly sits on the arm of the chair, ‘Oh my gosh, you are so lucky. I wish I was this popular.’

Niffty darts away and quickly returns with a pen and plenty of paper, ‘We have to be polite in our responses, even if you don’t like them back; you want to remain friends until you’re ready to date.’

Husk had slowly made his way over from the bar holding a drink, while he eyed up all the cards and gifts cynically, ‘pfft. A bunch of dumb kids crushing on ya. Don’t mean noithing.’

But no one notices him slip a couple boxes of chocolate under his arm and make a quick escape back to the bar. What he could be cynically, but also want to indulge in sweet things every now and then, plus if he was caught he’d argue that all that chocolate is bad for your teeth so he was doing you a favour eating some.

Sir Pentious was taken aback at how popular you were. Maybe he could ask you for advice on how to get attention from people since he was down on his luck in the love department. He just needed to figure out an appropriate way to breach the topic without sounding creepy and without any other resident finding out who could mock him.

Angel is loving every second of this chaos, ‘damn kid look at all these chocolates and plushies, you know you can sell the ones you don’t want and make some extra cash on the side.’

You take in all his words, ‘but won’t that hurt people's feelings if they know I’ve sold them?’

Angel shakes his head and slings an arm around your shoulder, ‘It’s called playing the field. You don’t gotta date anyone, but you can milk it for attention, sweets, make them fight over you.’

You hear something smash above Angel’s head, to find Husk had thrown a glass at him and was glaring, ‘Don’t teach the kid how to be a gold digger.’

Angel abandons you to go and fight with Husk. You notice Alastor watching from across the lounge, calm amongst all the chaos, and he beckons you over with a single finger. You get up and walk towards him.

‘Well, well, well! Seems you’re going to be quite the little heartbreaker,’ Alastor says teasingly.

You hop up on the sofa next to him, ‘What was love like back in your day?’

Alastor grins, ‘Back in my day, we didn’t just hand out confessions. There were courtships, duels, and mysterious accidents. You lived every day like your last, and if you truly loved someone, you went after him.’

All you do is stare at Alastor in this rare moment of sentimentality, aware that you were the only one who heard him because everyone else was busy and no one would believe you if you told them, which is probably what Alastor wanted. 

You watch him sort through all your gifts, tutting, ‘Hm. This chocolate is subpar. No wonder romance is dead. They could have at least put some effort in if their confessions were real.’

After another hour or two of watching the residents fawn and argue over your cards and gifts, you yawn, exhausted, ‘Okay, I’m over Valentine’s Day.’

Charlie giggles, ‘It’s okay! At least you had fun, right?’

You stare at the pile of cards, gifts, and chocolates, ‘I think next year, I’m just gonna stay home.’

[mywritesaremylove]

Emmett Cullen as a Boyfriend

Once he’s committed, that’s it. He’s locked in and doesn’t even notice other women in any way. 

He loves physical affection. 

Expect a lot of hugs, cuddles, affectionate touches, and his lifting or carrying you around. 

He is a classic adrenaline junkie. He wants to go on adventures with you and do a bunch of fun outrageous activities. 

He is naturally an uplifting, positive person, you cannot be in a bad mood when he’s around. 

He celebrates your wins like they’ve his own. He’ll shout and cheer no matter how small the victory. 

He’s a little possessive if others approach you but he has complete trust in you. 

Over the top gifts.

"I love you, but I'm not letting you buy me a car."

Constant teasing.

When you go to the gym, he goes with you even though it doesn't do anything for him. He just wants to spend more time with you.

"Hey can I borrow your hoodie?" "Sure, why?" "That guy keeps looking over and I need a pump cover." "You don't need it, I got you."

Proceeds to stand right behind you during squats, staring at the guy.

"Drink water, you're gonna pass out."

Even though he’s a big, strong man, he has absolutely no issues in loving you loudly. 

He will always compliment you and make sure people know you’re his. 

“That’s my girl.” 

“Damn, that’s hot.” 

“You are so damn gorgeous.” 

[faeriedaez]

If you don't know, there are still Hunt Table Submissions open for @anim-ttrpgs's Eureka. It's only five bucks a submission! The idea behind the hunt tables is pretty simple. It's a bunch of different tables corresponding to the sorts of places a Monster Player Character might go to hunt people! Pick out someone to murder and consume.

The hunt table is probably one of the places where Eureka shines the most as a Horror Game. It is designed to ensure monster PC's don't get handed a bunch of soft-balls vis-a-vis the moral quandary of their life. No dog-kicking overtly bigoted assholes the hypothetical vampire can slurp down without any qualms, just a bunch of regular people. It as a mechanic goes out of its way to emphasize that desperate and vulnerable minorities (in this case... such as vampires) will always find an easier time preying upon equally desperate and vulnerable people. It's like that quote from a pickpocket, "I gave it up when i realized the people I got away with stealing from were typically as poor as me."

So, the idea behind Hunt Table Submissions was initially if I understand, a kickstarter perk where if you donated enough you could put yourself into the hunt tables. The Kickstarter came and went, and there ended up being a LOT of different hunt tables, and plenty of room for more eventual submissions - so it's still open to this day. Submissions don't even really need to be directly based on you, they could be old OCs, a Eureka Investigator, or just an interesting encounter!

But me personally, I took one look at this set-up and thought "Oh boy! An excuse to write INTENSE MORAL QUANDARIES and RUIN A MONSTER CHARACTERS DAY!" See bellow:

Alexis Johal, a younger looking visibly trans woman sitting alone at the corner of the bar, glancing around nervously as if she’s unsure she belongs. She has dark wiry hair that looks like maybe it would curl if she took better care of it. She has olive skin and a face with worry lines unbefitting of a girl her age. She is dressed in a long black skirt and a pale button-up shirt with a faded and unremarkable pattern. She has a simpering personality and a tendency to try and make herself as unobtrusive as possible. She is anxious enough here that she would be easily manipulated by anyone who shows her kindness. She is smart enough to know better, but drunk enough not to care. 

Like all the best Hunt Table Entries, it's technically a free kill - but one that's really hard to take advantage of without feeling like... well like a monster!

Anyways, if you're interested in writing your own Hunt Table Entry, hit them up at anim.contactus@gmail.com and pitch your submission.

Finally, uhhhh, check out the ANIM book club! Dope place to meet like minds and discuss TTRPG's as an artistic medium with genuine themes, PEACE. ✌️

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Cowriting. A non system.

Recently, I’ve had a few people ask me about cowriting, and how it works when you share the process of turning an idea into a book. And the obvious answer is that firstly, it’s different for everyone. I know that some authors take a character each and write chapters in alternate points of view, and I have done this in the past. It’s a great system! But the most enduring system (thanks, potential ADHD) for me, is the one that to most people seems the most chaotic.

There are no rules. 

“Hey,” one of us will say. “I have an idea. Want to write it with me?” 

And that’s how it starts. 

I wrote the first scene of The Amazing Alpha Tau Boyfriend Project. Then, because I had a bunch of other projects on the go (thanks, potential ADHD) I put it aside and ignored it for months. Then I rediscovered it, and contacted Sarah and said, “Want to write the rest with me?”

And we dived in and did it. 

We don’t have separate chapters or characters. Hell, we don’t even have separate paragraphs. With both Sarah and JA, sometimes we’re adding to the document at different times, and sometimes we’re both in there writing at the same time. Which sounds like chaos, and it probably is, but it works for us. 

Can’t finish a sentence? You’ll try a few times, then suddenly your coauthor’s cursor is right there, and they’re saying it better than you could! 

Have a visitor drop in unexpectedly? Take a break, then come back to find the story is two pages longer.  

Don’t know what happens next? Don’t worry about it—your coauthor does! 

That’s not to say we’re totally directionless. With both Sarah and JA, we might run a few ideas past one another, like “Okay, where does this chapter need to take us?” But it’s rarely more in-depth than that. We’re all pantsers—this system wouldn’t work otherwise!—but when it comes to cowriting, the secret, as well as I can work it out, is that we are all open to negotiation. 

What if I wanted Character A to have a meet cute in a coffee shop? What if that was the way I’d pictured it from the start? And then what if my coauthor said, “You know what? I think this would work better if it was set in a mechanic’s garage.” 

Um, excuse me, what? It was supposed to be a coffee shop! 

But the trick with cowriting is to actually be open to the idea of the mechanic’s garage. Your cowriter has equal ownership of these characters and this story, and, now that you think about it, there’s no reason the scene wouldn’t work just as well, or even better, in a mechanic’s garage. 

There are no hills worth dying on in cowriting, or at least none that I’ve discovered yet. And every day there’s negotiation. If I let them have the mechanic’s garage today, then tomorrow they’ll let me give the character the dog, or the particular job, or the tragic backstory I want them to have. You get the picture! 

It goes without saying that your cowriter has to be the right person for you. It’s all about the vibe! I consider myself incredibly lucky that I gel so well with both JA and Sarah, because writing is fun, but it can also be incredibly frustrating at times, so you need to find the right person (or people!) to do it with. 

You have to trust your cowriter and their ideas. You have to be open to taking the story in directions you hadn’t considered. And, most importantly, you have to enjoy both the process and the end result. And if you can manage all of those things with a cowriter (or two!) then you’ve stuck gold!

Happy reading and writing! 

Looking for more writing tips? Check out the free Patreon I share with Sarah Honey (aka @bunnywest) and J.A. Rock. We can't promise our advice will work for you, but at least it's worth what you pay for it!

(Plus, we do giveaways and fun stuff too!)

[cuntyhunty22]

•she rides•

Pairing : Clint x reader

Description : reader goes out for a night out, ends up having the "ride" of her life.

Tags : language, smut, sexual content , dry humping , knife play, p in v , creampie, age gap, daddy kink. (If I forgot anything plz tell me)

•

The 80s in Oakland was a time. You just moved over here in pursuit of a different life than a small town full of judgmental people. unfortunately it's just as bad here with the nazis and whatever other group that pops out of the woodwork. You aren't too sure where you fit though, like a cross between a hippie and a punk . you do frequent the local punk bar though. They have taken you in and have been so welcoming.

They have been dealing with a problem and they thought that was solved but recently things are happening. people Getting mugged leaving at night, the bar getting broke into, and last night a new crew showed up again. You debated on going tonight but your friend Tina said there was a meeting and they contacted a dude from the past who handles people. Guess she met him at the diner not too long ago. He was supposed to be retired but somehow they talked him into this. So you felt a bit at ease going.

•

You showed up, big platform boots, black leather skirt, cheetah print top. Big poofy hair. Tina is standing outside waiting for you. Hey you made it, didn't scare ya off yet. "Nope. There's a reason I fit here. Never back down from a fight." Atta girrllllll. Tina chuckles. Let's get you a drink. "Sounds great." It's pretty chill so far, band just playing people chit chatting amongst themselves. You stand there listening to Tina talk to the others just people watching when you notice a man walk in. obviously this is not his scene. Slicked back curly dark hair with pops of grey, flannel on and a leather jacket. Slightly Older man, but very very handsome.

Your attention is now fully on him. Hyper-fixated really. You tell Tina you were gonna go step outside for a smoke. She tells you to be careful and you flash her the dagger strapped to the garter under your skirt and you swear the man at the door was watching you. which honestly is exactly what you hoped for. He's still standing there by the entrance, the place is filling up to where it's people on people making you accidentally brush up against him as you go to step outside. "Sorry about that." You flash him a smile. All good. He looks you up and down.

You walk away from the building just a few steps then you had an idea.. he was now standing right outside the entrance door talking with some of the others..

"hey you got a light? Must of lost mine." The man walks over to you. Yeah sure here ya go. You put the cigarette to your lips and he lights it for you. His fingers accidentally brush your cheek. something about someone lighting your cigs for you has always been so intimate in a way. You kinda figured he was just gonna hand you the lighter but he didn't. I'm Clint

. "Hey nice to meet you." Clint.. Clint.. why is that name familiar. You were thinking and then you realized that's the mob enforcer.. the man Tina said that's handled a bunch of peopleHere in Oakland. the guy people hire when they need a problem solved.. you should be scared but you are the total opposite.

So Clint.. what brings you here? Doesn't necessarily seem like your scene."

I go where things take me, places I need to be.

"Ahh I see.. and why do you have to be here."

I guess my job tonight was to give a beautiful girl a light. He smirks at you.

"I see what you did there and it was clever I'll give you that."

He chuckles

Clever was brushing up against me in that tiny skirt sweetheart.

You smirk at him. "I have no clue what you are talking about Clint."

Clint moves closer to you his breath on your ear. The smell of alcohol, leather, cigarettes and cologne (pretty much sex) it's intoxicating.

I think you do, his hand trails to the small of your back pulling you closer to him. The touch alone sends shivers through your body and an ache between your thighs is growing. Life's been boring since you moved out here and you're craving some danger and excitement.

"Maybe take me somewhere and we can talk about whatever it is you think I did. You're the guy that handles things right? Handle me then Clint." Clint's eyes darkened looking at you.

Follow me.

•

You follow Clint to his car, he opens the door for you and you hop in. This man could kill you but that's the very least of what's on your mind. He turns on the car and drives to a secluded parking lot putting the car in park.

You look over to Clint as he lights up a cigarette. the strong features of his face, the light grey patch in his beard. The dim scars on his face. His big hands holding the cigarette and your minds trails off to what his hands would look like elsewhere.

Clint looks over to you no words just pulling you by your hips to the drivers seat.

Stratal me. You wanna brush up on me, come be all up on me then.

Clint looks at you as you do as your told. Your skirt riding up slightly to your hips. as you settle on to his lap the touch of his jeans to your mound that's hidden beneath sheer tights. You can feel him. How he's hard already and how he twitches when you move. You couldn't help yourself of the feeling of him beneath you. You start moving your hips back and forth dry humping him. The friction ignites a heat between you two. Clint uses his hand that doesn't have the cigarette in it to trail up your waist sliding under your shirt cupping your breast the touch making you arch back girding more on him feeling him stiffen even more in his jeans.

You lean slightly back and take your top off exposing your breasts, Clint pulls you closer kissing down your neck before taking your nipple into his mouth sucking on it then biting it slightly making you moan more than you anticipated.

"Fuck that feels good." You grind yourself more into Clint, feeling the pressure of his hard cock through his jeans on to you.

Damn pretty girl you rubbing on me so hard hmm you want this bad don't you.

He looks at you, taking another puff of his cigarette as you shamelessly continue grinding on him. the pressure on your clit but it's not enough you needed more.

Clint lifts you slightly, pushing up your skirt hand running up your thigh finding your dagger. Clint grabs the dagger tracing it lighty down your leg, the cold touch of the metal blade and the fact he could easily kill you with it has made you a whole different type of aroused.

"Fuck that's hot."

Clint trails the dagger back up your leg then across your pelvic area making you whimper. he stops there with the dagger he cuts a hole in your tights between your thighs.

Mhmmm needed these out of my way.

Clint rips the hole in the tights wide open reaching your panties. Grazing the outside he could feel how he's made you feel.

Sweet girl these are soaked...

he rubs the outside gently just applying enough pressure . you let out a whimper. "Clint" you moan. Clint moves your panties to the side using his ring finger he trails up and down in your wetness feeling exactly how he is making you feel. Clint grunts.

You wanted this didn't you ..

he's rubbing circles on your clit, eyes locked as he talks to you and puffs on his cigarette.

Sweet girl I'm old enough to be your daddy.. is that what you like huh ?

Clint inserts his ring finger prepping you for what he wants to do next.

"Yes ahh fuck. I do like that. Don't stop please." you're so tight. My cock is gonna stretch you out, but that's what you want isn't it.

Mhmmm it is...please.." Clint inserts another finger. She's clenchin on me baby, she wants to cum but not yet.

Clint unzips his jeans pulling out his rock hard cock. Clint takes himself into his fist pumping it.

Look at this sweetheart, look how hard you've made this old man, I wanted to rip that tight little skirt off of you as soon as I seen you.

Clint pulls his jeans down a bit making room for you.

Mhmmm you like rubbin on me so much.. sit on it. All of it.

You pull your self up, grabbing Clint's member rubbing it over your clit making you gush slightly on him.

Mhmm Nuh uh sweet girl what did I say huh? I said sit on it.

Clint plops you down making you taking all of him in at once

" oh my- mhmm fuck" Fuck I was right so fucking tight. You slowly start riding him, bouncing slightly up and down setting up a rhythm.

Yeah that's it baby, keep doing that. Good girl..

Clint puts his free hand on your hip guiding you up and down. It feels so good you can't even form sentences besides little moans.

Lean back so I can look at ya, but don't stop ridin me.

You do as your told and somehow Clint sinks deeper into your pussy.

God you're fucking beautiful taking that big cock.

"Am I daddy.? You like watching me ride you."

You are.. and fuck yeah I Do would be crazy if I didn't. Lean down here.

You lean forward touching Clint's face tracing the scars. Clint lips crash into yours after everything so far this was the first kiss he's laid on your lips. From there things escalate even more, his lips were a shock to your system, the taste of his lips the lingering taste of the cigarette, his tongue now invading your mouth swirling around with yours . pulling you in. messy needy kisses leading to clint sucking on your bottom lip. You are grinding up and down , your ass bouncing taking every inch of him inside you.

Yes sweet girl keep doing that... feels good don't it..

"yesss- ah so good"

keep going don't stop until I say.. Clint reaches over grabbing another cigarette lighting it, he then wraps his arm around your waist pinning you to his body.

Clint grunts. I bet those punk boys don't fill you like I do .. his lips on your ear. Do they sweet girl.? Do they fill that tight little pussy like I do?

"No.. no they don't.." you manage to form a sentence.

Clint takes a puff of his cigarette as he starts pushing his hips up pushing his cock even deeper making you stop for a moment.

What baby is it too much? You bit off more than you can chew? His voice raspy in your ear sending chills down your body..

"no"

no what?

"I need.. ah-god damn it."

Clint pushing up again.

If you need it so damn bad baby fucking ride me till you cum, you wanna cum don't you? Wanna cum on a real man's cock.?

"Yes."

You wanted me sweet girl.. now fucking take me.

You rotate your hips right where you need feeling every inch of his cock, reaching down to rub your clit.

Mhmm nope baby Clint says in your ear. Let me do that, cigarette still in one hand the other hand down on your bud circling it

Yes.. yes sweet girl you got it.. she's clinching.. mhmmm fuck yes..

"I'm s'close..Clint."

Yes sweet girl scream my name, I wanna hear it..

you lean back and that arch of your body sending Clint deeper sends you over the edge..

"my god yes Clint I'm coming, ahh-"

yes my sweet girl let it go I got you.. Clint grunts feeling accomplished you rode him to your climax.

Your body collapses on to him, Clint kisses your neck and you feel him still hard inside of you.

"Now let me take care of you."

Clint looks at you.

"How do you want it. Let me give you exactly what you want."

Clint throws the cigarette out the window his hands on both sides of your hips now holding you to where you can't move. he lifts his hips slamming into you over and over and over no release taking what he needs as he let you do. This was ruthless. Thrust after thrust after thrust. Your legs shaking. Body limp still strattling him. letting him just hold you there. Letting him use your body.

Clint growls. Fuck so good. I'm close sweet girl.

Your nails digging into his arms through his flannel.

Yes- uh- fuck it I'm cummin In you pussy too good too tight to pull out.

Clint thrusts a few more times and he fills you up with his seed. He lets out a big breath and throws his head back in relief.

So uh.. what's your plans for the rest of the night.? "Whatever you want my plans to be."

Okay. Back to my place then.

[the-haunted-office]

Doom herself would gobble down the entire bowl of gulab jamun in one sitting if left to her own devices. She is wholly addicted to these little balls of syrupy goodness. As it is, though, she takes one on the end of her fork and eats about half of it in one go, enjoying the way the syrup squeezes out of it as she bites down on it and fills her mouth.

She can't help but kick her feet with delight under the table as she consumes the gulab jamun and then goes back to the curry. All of the spices and the sweetness and happy company. Her senses are nearly overwhelmed with joy, it has nowhere to go but out.

"Okay, so we've ascertained that you can cook food, bake doughnuts, build... cars and things, and Milo can like, do a bunch of other nerdy things with computers and words and shit. And me? I can kill people. That takes care of the staples. We're well on our way to rebuilding humanity, ehehehe," Doom jokes, as... well... the apocalypse happened and there pretty much no such thing as humanity anymore.

"Oh my gods, you're amazing!" Milo says as he accepts the offered fork. "And so are these." He adds after taking a bite. Rourke gives him an amused smile before taking his own fork. Unlike the smaller, man, he takes time to savor. It's quite obvious who the food connoisseur of the two is.

"He's right." Rourke agrees, "I'll have to try and figure out how to make that. I can make regular donuts easy en-"

"You can make DONUTS!?" Milo exclaims.

"Where do you think I got the half dozen I gave you last week?" He had actually given out donuts to everyone in the office who wanted then and had even received a few compliments (Pollux, though he couldn't eat them, told him they smelled good, and Milo's friends had come out of their computer world to try some and loved them.) He had even taken a box to Doomsday's, but was called away by mayhem of one kind or another, so he hadn't seen if she got them or not.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Can someone please either validate me or send me to the Corner of Shame? This is very silly but I'm wondering.

So. I was talking to my sister the other day about movies and such, and she told me of one she recently watched with this one actor. And I casually mentioned how much I hated him. Not in a "he's a bad actor" or "he's a bad person" way. Nothing to do with whether I find him attractive or not. Just in a "he looks the most punchable guy on earth and I have this irrational rage against him" way, to the point that I just can't watch movies with him without being annoyed.

My sister looked at me like I was crazy because, "what do you mean you hate the guy". And I told her yeah? That's normal? Don't you have at least one person you can't stand for no reason?

Sister was like 😬😬😬 No??? Which is wild to me, because I could easily name 50 (which I did - not 50 but we were getting close to 20 before i got too annoyed lmao).

Now she thinks I'm slightly insane (/j) (I made myself angry and may have referred to a few individuals as "stupid" and "obnoxious"), and I kinda don't believe I am the only person alive who feels this way. But also she's an incredibly empathetic extrovert, while I'm a very low empath socially anxious creechur so. There's that?? I guess ?? Idk.

Can anyone relate to this? Or am I the weird one?

Also wait. Little disclaimer: I am not generally a violent person AT ALL. Do i get annoyed and angry easily? Yeah. Do I feel like bitch slapping someone right across their stupid face? Yeah, sometimes, sure. Do I do something about it? Not really.

I can be real bitchy and extra sarcastic and petty SURE, but that's the most I'll do if I am legitimately angry. Mostly I just go to my room and cry 🥺 (crying when angry yes it me). So yeah. Before yall think I have unsolved anger issues.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 352

“Mother, I crave violence,” a small child interrupts the video call, practically clambering up into Nightingale’s chair. They look around five or so, with white hair and red eyes. Albino perhaps? 

“Ah, apologies, let me take care of this real quick,” Nightingale turns the microphone off when he gets a few acknowledging noises, picking the small child up and moving them from the room. 

“Cute kid,” Barry acknowledged from behind his coworker’s head, having been helping move things. Actually, the kid looked kind of familiar, though from where, who knew. Hard to remember everything with how fast his thoughts usually went. “I didn’t know Nightingale was a father…” 

Then again the specialist was notoriously private, and set most meetings online thanks to some sort of medical conditions. So he supposed it would make it easier to be a stay at home dad if he was there already…

[mischievous-thunder]

But Wade being Wade, he takes the flirty Honey Badger home