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j00stkl31n · 2 months ago
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No idea what youre going through but im here for u 😚😚😚
(I have no idea how to comfort, BUT IM DEFF SURE JOOST CAN.. TRUSTT 😔)
(Im probably delusional..)
-euroberry anon
Aww dank je wel 🥰🥰 I just saw a post a bit ago and have been thinking about things. I’m not really like emotionally distraught just disappointed in realizing this shit so late lmao
But thank you so much 🥰❤️❤️
I know that Dutch boy would do everything he could to get rid of all the feelings my ex gave me and that’s what matters now X3 my current bf will also do the same so I’m very grateful for that too ❤️
Making me feel all warm and nice cuz I’m not used to people caring so when they do it’s so nice especially from y’all on here 🥰❤️❤️
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bamfkeeper · 3 months ago
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Breed.
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RQ: 'I hope you are doing well. I'm not gonna lie, I was so excited when I saw that your requests are open! I've been loving your work and I am pumped! I also have crazy baby fever and was eating up the pregnancy request you filled. Since you've already done that angle, how would you feel about the aforementioned breeding kink Kurt has in one of your original NSFW head cannons for him which includes info for a masculine but gender-neutral reader. It can be in any format you want and no worries if you don't feel like writing for it or for the gender neutral angle specifically. I understand writing every day is exhausting and appreciate all the work you've already done. It is excellent!' - Anon
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Gender neutral reader, but masculine body parts are described and terms are used (hopefully I understood the request properly). Breeding kink, blowjobs & deepthroat, anal play & sex pls prep irl 😭, somewhat feral Kurt hehe.
A/N: I don't mind at all, I have been wanting to write more masculine readers anyway since I have had a handful of people message me and ask. Even though this is a gender neutral with masculine features, I still hope it is enjoyable. Did not edit any mistakes please ignore danke.
WC: 1.8k
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"Kurt?" your eyes spotted your blue boyfriend after he teleported to your room. "What's gotten into you?" you questioned, you had been lounging on the bed with a book when Kurt appeared, nearly prowling and crawling his way over to you. He was nipping and kissing your neck before another word could be spoken, eager and desperate. You were surprised, he hadn't behaved like this before.
He had yet to speak to you, he was busy nipping and kissing your skin. You couldn't deny how good it felt, he always knew the spots to tease you. His hands roamed your body, feeling over you and teasing down your sides. His gentle fingertips tickling ever so slightly on your bare skin.
"Need you, liebe," he rasped, his hard cock grinding into your leg and making your cheeks flush, your own dick slowly waking up. When he lifted from where he was buried, you could see how needy he was by his expression. His cheeks dusted with violet and he was panting, almost whining at you. As you looked at him, you felt your heart speed up. He was so desperate, but you knew his patience was waning, his grip on you had become more possessive.
"Bitte....bitte," he groaned, his cock leaking and swollen. It made you swallow thickly, how big it looked just from his desperation. The pretty blue dick blushed with purple and the head so angry, slick with precum that had been spreading on your leg.
Your smile was soft and understanding, you reached up and cupped his face. His cheeks were so soft and velvety, you adored how he felt against your skin. "Are you rutting?" you teased, his eyes widened and the only response you got was a strangled cry. He pinned you down, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. "Can't...resist." he panted, his hand moved down your abdomen, gripping your hips.
Once he struggled to have you bare, he leaned down to your cock, literally panting by now. His mouth worked you, but he didn't waste too much time sucking you off, he flipped you onto your belly, moving and spreading you open. He gazed as you before he began lapping at your hole. His tongue pressed firmly on your tight ring, slowly and carefully prodding his way inside after a multitude of eager laps.
You moaned as you felt his tongue work you, it didn't do much to prep you other than get you nice and slick for him. You looked between your legs and saw his cock bobbing, you whined softly and pulled away from his delightful tongue, earning a confused growl from him.
You shifted your body, facing his eager cock and you gently stroked him, your tongue running over his head and he growled again. Kurt lifted himself up on his knees and his body moved over yours, pushing his hips so his cock slid further into your mouth. You groaned at the sensation of him stretching your throat, but you eagerly let him slowly thrust into you. Your tongue and mouth worked him as his hips moved, your nose buried in his pubic hair while he moved.
His cock was weeping, coating your tongue and the back of your throat in his precum with each thrust. Kurt's soft moans filled the room, your chin was coated with saliva, his balls gently slapping your chin each time his hips moved forward. You managed to make a whine, and he pulled out of you, allowing you a moment to breath and relax your jaw. "Turn around," he rasped, his eyes were darker than normal and it was hard to ignore your own cock throb at his tone of voice.
You felt his head poke your ass, and you stiffened up. "I'm sorry, liebe...I can't help myself." he whispered and he slowly sunk himself into you. The way his cock stretched you made your eyes widen and a loud mewl escape your trembling lips. It burned, and it felt so good. He pushed until he was completely hilted in your ass, his eyes half lidded as his hands gripped your hips.
His tail thrashed behind him, it took everything in Kurt's soul not to immediately thrust into you.
But he knew better.
He wanted you to adjust, he was rather eager anyway.
"Ahh...oh my god..." you gasped, your fists holding the sheets in an iron grip, your body struggling but you breathed steadily in hopes of tricking yourself into relaxing. You wanted to ease up so he could move without any sort of discomfort.
"How do you feel now, schatz?" he rasped after a few minutes, you could feel him shaking behind you, the poor German was struggling so bad. You gently pressed your hips back to him, signaling it was okay for him to move. With that silent invitation, he glanced down at you for a brief second to make sure that's what you wanted, then he pulled himself back slowly. His thick cock dragging out of you teasingly before thrusting back inside with the quick snap of his hips.
A soft cry exited your throat as you felt him thrust all the way back inside, and you felt your cock throb when he pushed against that sweet spot. Kurt's thrusts were slow at first, slow but firm, and then they quickened. Soon he was thrusting at an even and fast pace, his chest against your back as his hips refused to stop moving. Kurt's warm breath spread across your neck and back as he let out quick pants with each thrust.
Good god did you feel good, so deliciously tight, you were milking him.
"Naughty...gluttonous...little thing, Mein Gott..." he whispered through his teeth, baring them as he hissed slightly while your ass tightened around his base. "You are going to be the death of me..." he rasped out, looking down to watch his blue cock disappear within you each time. He throbbed more seeing how he stretched your sweet, swollen hole, moaning loudly against you as his balls slapped into yours.
"Mmn...Kurt, ah...you feel so good, you're stretching my ass out," you rasped to him, "I'm gluttonous for you only," you replied to his teasing comment, smiling a bit. "It's a sin and I should be reprimanded for it, right Mister Priest?" you teased him right back, pushing backwards into his thrust, the slight angle change made Kurt growl out.
Suddenly he was almost laying on you, pounding into you even harder. "Ah, ah, liebe....I am gonna put a bamf in you..." he groaned against the back of your neck, his teeth gently biting your skin and holding on while his body was controlling him. He couldn't help himself, he needed this. So badly.
You whined in response to this, knowing that no, not really, but fantasy was too much to deny. Poor Kurt was pent up and you could tell by the pure desperation he was fucking you in. His cock was also rubbing that sweet spot inside you perfectly, how could you deny him?
"Ah, yes Kurt! Put a bamf in me, put a lot of them! I wanna be full of you, full and bred, please," you moaned back out to him, egging him on with your wavering voice and tearful cries of pleasure. It seemed to be all he needed. His tail wrapped around your body and secured you against him, his hips snapping into your ass that you were sure a bruise would be left when you were done.
"I am going to fill you full of my seed, you will be full and bred like a good partner....you'll hold me in you, I will put more inside again and again...." he slurred like he were drunk, but just so taken with pleasure he couldn't help it. No one could make him feel so good, no one but you. He held you tight, hugging your body close in such a way that you knew you were loved, and he was fucking you so damn good all the while.
You couldn't even focus, god he was ruining you.
Your eyes were barely open, you swore you looked like an idiot, maybe they were crossed? You had no clue.
Kurt panted quicker, snapping harder and faster, his tail snaked down and wrapped around your poor neglected cock and stroked you, adding more fuel to the fire. Your cries increased, your cock leaked as his tail worked its magic. "Come for me, liebe...let me know how I make you feel...I will come with you, and fill you so good...I'll breed you nice and full..."
"I'm c-close," you warned, right as his cock found a new angle inside and continuously hit your pleasure spot, that tender bit of flesh deep inside that made you want to scream. And you did. You cried out, his name and a long list of 'oh god's' and profanities left your mouth as you felt your dick swell before releasing on to the sheets below your belly.
In return, Kurt also came hard, but his thrusting didn't stop. He continued, his hips moving back and forth as his dick continuously leaked out and shot thick ropes of his seed inside your ass. You felt it slosh as he just kept coming. Was he this pent up? Or just really horny? It made you want to come again, knowing this is what you did to him.
His head fell back and finally, he came to a stop, his cock still sheathed into you. The room was filled with heavy panting, you could barely hold your own hips up on your shaky legs. Kurt was dazed, he felt like he was completely empty, you had milked him. Your asshole squeezed him like a vice and refused to let him go.
After some maneuvering, Kurt laid beside you, his arms wrapped around your body and held you flush against him. You were both a little sweaty, but he didn't care at the moment, wanting to stay buried in you for the time being. "Liebe...you felt so...wunderbar..." he whispered against your neck, his lips pressing tender kisses on the spot he bit.
You snuggled back into him, pressing your back against his chest, feeling his cock still inside you but you didn't want him out yet. "Stay inside...keeps your cum in me." you whispered, Kurt's grip tightened on you in response.
"Ja...keeps my seed in you." he purred against your skin. "Bred so well..." he rasped weakly, he was so tired now, the sleepiness of the high was hitting him and he wanted to rest. You were both dirty, but for now, you both just wanted to relish and drag out the moment as long as possible.
Besides, feeling each other like this was your favorite thing, and it was his too.
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Thanks for reading.
*BAMF*
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Dividers by @/adornedwithlight
Cover image from X-Men 97.
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deathbxnny · 10 days ago
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Hi!! I saw your requests are open (and I also feel your last entry talking about arcane lmao, I'm obsessed as well):
I wanted to ask if you could write a Vi x Vastayan! reader who basically has the same features like Lest from Season 2 she's childhood friends with.
(PS: i saw you're german in your Bio soo... ich wünsch dir ein schönes Wochenende wenn du das ließt, i speak german as well!)
》Vi with a Vastayan!Gn!Reader.
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The Arcane brain rot demanded me to write this the second I saw it because it's SUCH a good idea omgg (Lest is so stunning, too-), so thank you for the request!! I also wasn't sure if you wanted this to be platonic or not, so I just made it into a childhood friends to lovers type of situation!
Und danke schön! Ich wünsche dir auch ein tolles Wochenende, lieber Anon!!<3
Content: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns.
((Not proofread))
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Vi was always secretly in awe by the way you looked, especially when you were young kids. She loved your unique features and the way your senses were so much more advanced than hers were. Despite her amazement, however, she simply treated you like everyone else, so you didn't potentially feel out of place. This didn't mean that she wouldn't compliment you often anyway, though.
Her favorite part of you were definitely your ears. She felt honored every time you allowed her to touch them as she considered it quite the privilege. She's definitely obsessed with how fluffy they are. Your super hearing also came in handy as kids, whenever you were escaping from Enforcers or playing hide and seek with the other children.
When you grow older, though, and find yourself in a more romantic relationship, her appreciation for you and your strengths grows even deeper. Your mind is always sharp, and your reflexes are faster than she can keep up with. And then there are your silent steps no one can detect. Everything you did was phenomenal to her.
With that said, if anyone dares to comment on your looks negatively, they'll be punched right in the face by her with no hesitation. She knows that your appearance attracts all types of crowds and therefore isn't taking any chances with your safety, even if you can take care of yourself just fine.
She just loves you (and your ears) so much.
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deanbrainrotwritings · 10 months ago
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—  HAND OF BLOOD
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SUMMARY : “Hey can i request one where the reader is Dean Winchester wife and she just found that she is whatever supernatural creature and him just cuddling with her and help her using her new powers?? something fluff and cute” - anon
PAIRING : dean winchester x powered!reader (f.)
CHARACTERS :  unnamed villain, sam winchester, castiel
WARNINGS/TAGS : fluff, angst, comfort, trauma
WORD COUNT : 1.0k
A/N : bullet for my valentine song title. trying some new ways of writing bc university sucks, anyway, you can imagine the reader to be whatever magical/super-powered being from the show, I didn’t specify x
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“Stop holding back, you could… you know… do something for me and I will let you go, alive,” the dark voice of the monster before you made a shiver run up your spine. Your stomach churned nervously, but you gave in anyway.
“Do what?” You sobbed, tugging helplessly at the chains around tour wrist.
You felt a warm breath by your cheek and you inhaled sharply, your body instantly tightened with stress.
“A little bit of magic,” the words brushed against your ear and neck. And you didn’t think you could shiver any harder than you already were, but your body shook with a shudder and your muscles clenched tighter, somehow.
“I can’t do magic,” you whispered with defeat, trying not to cry when a hand squeezed around your throat. “I’m not a witch,” you struggled to breathe through the tight grip.
Whatever the thing was that held you captive, squeezed your throat so tight you could feel your frantic heart beat against its palm. Then, the grip loosened with a frustrated growl, an impatient sound, desperate.
“But you are something,” it insisted through clenched teeth, “something very powerful.”
“I’ve never even… I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you argued weakly. Your body slowly relaxed and you accepted whatever your fate was.
You didn’t bother letting your eyes fall shut, you didn’t bother trying to squint and making something out of your surroundings. The pitch black room revealed nothing to you. All you could smell was dank air and dirt, hear the echo of yours and your captor’s breath against concrete walls and floor. The occasionally clink of the metal that bound you to the floor, the rustle of leaves with the shuffle of feet.
“I don’t have the wrong person. I think you’ve been holding back,” the voice grinned and two hands pressed against either side of your temples. “Why don’t we go back to the biggest hits? To all those times you’ve felt powerless?”
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“You know… this doesn’t change the way I see you,” Dean promised, kissing your forehead. He absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair and kissed your cheek when you sniffled.
“I can’t… what if I can’t control it?” You whispered, wiping away tears with your sleeve as they flowed from your eyes with no end in sight.
“Hey, you’re such a control freak, I doubt you’ll let your powers beat you,” Dean grinned in attempts to cheer you up, but you were barely able to muster up a smile. You generally found Dean hilarious, something he knew well enough to find a way to cheer you up easily. Even when you had no idea what he was saying, he always made you laugh. It was always that dorky, boyish grin of his that made you crack up.
Dean shimmied down on the bed so he could face you. He sighed and gave you a weak smile. You were embarrassed of your wet eyes and swollen lips, but you knew Dean wasn’t judging you, and that’s why letting yourself fall apart was always so easy to do when you were with him.
“We’ve gone through worse and we’ve come out pretty damn alright.” His hand landed gently on your flushed, hot cheek. You finally looked into his gentle eyes, through watery vision and sticky lashes he still looked beautiful. “I promise that I will help you in any way that I can, sweetheart. So will, Sam. And so will Cas. We’re a family, you’re not gunna do this alone. Okay?”
Dean waited for you to nod. You almost couldn’t breath with the way he looked at you. With his soft green eyes glowing with determination, and kindness, and empathy. It hurt so much that you just nodded, and buried your face in his chest so that all the emotions in his eyes wouldn’t get to you and make you break down again.
He held you close to him and chuckled softly. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and soothingly rubbed your back while you clung to the warm layers on his body.
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“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean gasped out a laugh, hunching over with his hands on his knees. “You’re not dangerous at all, you just suck at this. So… don’t be nervous.”
You glared at Dean as he struggled to breathe and wheezed out another laugh. Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one arm crossed over his firm chest. Even Cas seemed irritated with Dean; he rolled his eyes and let his hands slap against his thighs in defeat, his powers slowly fading.
“This isn’t easy and you’re doing great,” Sam encouraged you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly when he made his way across to you. “Cas, again,” he tipped his head towards you and returned next to Dean to elbow him in his ribs.
Dean squirmed and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, his eyes shimmering with flirtatiousness when they opened back up to you and the glare you sent his way. He wiggled his brows and smacked his tongue above the roof of his mouth, and you couldn’t resist the tiny smile from growing on your face. Or the blush that began to heat up your face, the skipped beat of you once fearful heart, the clench of your stomach. Yup, Dean still had it.
“Try to… um, just don’t hit us… well, you can hit Dean,” Sam snickered, ignoring the glare Dean shot at him. You grinned when Dean glanced back at you and you picked yourself. He sneaked behind Sam to hide from you and the way you unfortunately sucked at using your abilities. Most of your anxiousness disappeared, and Cas smiled reassuringly when he powered up.
You didn’t think things could be any better, all things considered. New powers, new you. But most importantly, your relationship with Dean, Sam, and Cas seemed to get better in the past seven months, like this one bad thing that happened to you didn’t get between you… instead, it wove the four of you together, and squeezed tight like a knitted blanket. Despite the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty of what you were now, you felt warm, safe, and secure. With the people you call your family.
You had Dean to thank for that. And everyone else’s for falling into your life so perfectly.
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galli-halli · 2 months ago
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Ich nochmal zu Zungen-Gate. Das witzigste war tatsächlich, dass wir in AZ 1 alle dachten, dass Klaas das mit der Grenze nur so aus Gag gesagt hat, aber in AZ 2 war ja dann dieser Moment (es war übrigens in der MAZ), wo sich ihre Zungen wirklich berührt haben. Klaas hatte dabei die Augen verbunden, aber man muss sagen, er ist nicht zurückgewichen oder hat so „bääääh“ gemacht oder so. Obwohl er sich ja hat denken können, was das gewesen sein musste (er sollte btw verschiedene Gegenstände anlecken).
Well… Joko hat sich natürlich köstlich amüsiert, aber ich fand es auch einfach sehr faszinierend, wenn man so zurückdenkt an den alten Klaas, dass da eine erstaunlich entspannte Reaktion kam (*hust* als ob das mit den Zungen nichts ungewöhnliches wäre…). Anyway, die MAZ wird sicherlich noch in die Geschichte eingehen, nicht nur wegen dieses Moments.
Ach und leider kamen die beiden erst zum Ende der MAZ wieder zurück ins Studio, aber sie haben sich beide sehr drüber gefreut. Steven btw auch, auch wenn er so ein bisschen mit den Folgen zu kämpfen hatte.
Hi Anon,
Zungen-Gate ist mal wieder eine sehr treffende Bezeichnung für das, was sie da veranstaltet haben xD
Vielen Dank für deine Zusammenfassung. Ich freu mich schon sehr, die Maz dann sehen und ein bisschen mehr schreien zu können.
Klaas ist inzwischen so soft, ich glaube, Joko kann wirklich alles mit ihm machen und das Einzige, was ihn noch ab und an stört, sind die Kameras.
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ragnarokhound · 1 year ago
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22 from the prompt list? if you want to, of course.
Thanks for the prompt, anon! <3
22. “They won’t take you away from me ever again.”
Jaytim; established relationship; warning for brief description of eye trauma (not serious)
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The first thing Jason does is check his pulse.
When he feels fluttering life under his fingertips and marks the shallow rise and fall of his chest, some of the anger collapses into jittery relief.
Some.
Tim's face is bloody and bruised, his cheek swelling purple under his mask. There are electrical burns on his uniform— they must have gotten creative when they couldn't get him fully out of the costume. He's trussed up, his bare hands bound and hanging from a meat hook in the center of the dank, round cell. Seeing it, Jason would like to return to the floor above them and cash in every cent of good will he's earned with the bats.
But the toes of Tim's boots barely brush the floor, and instead of giving in to murderous impulse, the second thing Jason does is hoist an arm around his waist to take the weight off of his shoulders.
When he does, Tim gasps, a wounded sound that nearly sends Jason right over the edge.
"You know," Jason says through gritted teeth as he saws through the ropes, his jovial tone sounding strained even to himself. "This is a pretty needlessly convoluted way to get out of doing dishes. Do we need to rethink the chore wheel?"
The last of the straps around Tim's wrists give way with a snap. Tim's strangled cry is loud in his ear, and Jason grunts as he bears Tim down to the floor.
"Because you can just ask if you want to rethink the chore wheel."
He runs through the checklist— spine: intact; head injury: negative. Unless you count the black eye and the split lip and—
Baby blues peer out at him from narrow slits. His pupils are mismatched; possible concussion but a drug is also likely, and the white of one eye is nearly consumed by bloody red. They're the prettiest thing Jason's seen all night.
"...H'd?"
"Yeah," he says roughly. "I've got you, babybird. I'm here."
"Tal'ns. Mayor's off'ce. Midnight."
God. Even beaten half to death and drugged out of his mind, Tim still has the wherewithal to deliver cryptic warnings. Jason might swoon. And they say romance is dead.
"I hear ya. Don't worry— it's taken care of."
It was the last transmission they received from Red Robin, before he cut out. There had been arguing in his comm for all of five seconds before the roar of Jason's bike drowned it out.
"Mm. 'kay." Tim blinks, and flops a hand to Jason's wrist. Aside from some scratches and chipped nails, his fingers are miraculously intact. He clasps their hands together.
"C'n we go home?"
Jason's chest clenches.
“Yeah. Yeah we can."
He pulls Tim to his feet, then into his arms when he can't stand. He walks them out the way he came.
Ten steps down the corridor, Tim jerks in his hold.
"Talons— the mayor—"
Jason shushes him.
"Hey, hey. You already told me. We've got it."
"But—"
"It's being dealt with. We'll get them. And they won’t take you away from me. Ever again.”
The last part slips out without Jason's permission, tight from his throat. Tim only sighs and turns his face into Jason's neck. Jason takes them home.
It's an empty promise. Not because he won't try to keep it, but because there's no way to guarantee it and they both know it. The Court has its scrawny little claws in every crack and crevice of Gotham, and there's no telling who's behind every mask.
The streets would run red and he'd lose Tim anyway.
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lu-sn · 1 year ago
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what do you see as the most likely thing pete does post canon? is he involved in the family business? does he have a job outside the mafia? are he and vegas both retired?
let's assume vegas has recovered as much as he can from the shooting and that he's done whatever he needs to do to get himself and his family out from under korn's thumb. so we're talking deep post-canon.
if vegas is still in the mafia somehow — in any capacity — i have no doubt that pete will function as his right hand. (or left hand. hell, both.) he's definitely got the skill set for it, and i think he would really enjoy it! it's a perfect outlet for his brand of undying loyalty, and he gets to bestow that loyalty upon someone who is equally insane about him and who will let him beat up as many people as he wants ❤️
but i don't want that for them. i think vegas in particular deserves that soft epilogue — a chance at the life he could have had all along without his father hovering behind him. so let's imagine vegas has found something to do with his time that hits that perfect balance of high stakes and high fulfillment and very very high odds of survival. pete is very happy for him, and also the tiniest bit bereft. unlike vegas, pete needs something physical.
so pete is ambling back from the grocery store, idly wondering whether he needs to be trying to do something with all of his free time, when he stumbles upon some sort of scuffle just waiting to break out in a dank alleyway. and pete manages to spot a kid in there, far too young, definitely biting off more he can chew, definitely about to get his ass beat, and — well. pete's been itching for a fight anyway.
pete hikes up his pha khao ma and lays everyone in that alley flat, and once most everyone has scampered away with their tails between their legs, the kid stares at pete, and scowls at him, and sneers out a "didn't think i asked, old man."
here's the thing. i don't think pete has any sort of affinity or good hand with kids. he's probably the type to get walked over by most teenagers (exhibit A: macau during canon). but there's a particular category of kid that i think pete would immediately have the upper hand on; surly, prone to anger, snippy, sad underneath all of that. in short, kids who are a mini-vegas 😂
(somewhere not so far away, vegas is crouched in front of his vegetable patch, suddenly feeling very annoyed, and has no idea why 😌)
so pete smiles pleasantly, says "better work on your stance then," picks up his groceries and starts walking away — only for this kid to catch up to him and go "i guess you're good enough, so you might as well teach me."
this post is already long 😅 basically, this kid will not stop pestering pete, and pete somehow ends up training the kid on a daily basis in their backyard, and happens to unleash a lot of life advice that this kid is very desperately in need of (e.g. "knowing how to fight isn't worth anything if you don't know which fights you shouldn't pick"). and he notices some other kids peeking through the fencing watching them, so he sighs a deep sigh and tells them they might as well come in.
some of these kids remind him too much of vegas — or of himself. he finds himself wanting good things for them, wanting to help them be just a little bit happier — which is the kind of help neither he nor vegas received when they were younger.
he ends up being pretty damn good at it.
so pete is giving a bunch of kids a safe space and a healthy outlet for their anger, totally by accident. to answer your question, anon, i guess that makes him a community youth counselor 😂
vegas finds this all kind of bemusing, and is more than a little tilted that pete seems to be attracting all of the little vegases in a 30km radius, but hey! he gets to shovel his cooking into more mouths now! he's totally in denial about how much he enjoys that.
(much later, pete abruptly sits up from where he's resting his head in vegas's lap, and he exclaims, "did i accidentally start a gang???"
vegas considers this for a long moment, shrugs, goes "maybe we should have stayed in the mafia after all.")
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mordsfesch · 2 months ago
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Ja Moin, Kalli Anon hier. Da ist "Schau mich an" einige Monate her, ich habs komplett verpeilt ne Nachricht zu schreiben und daher wird es hier jetzt feierlich nachgeholt (ja, ich prokrastiniere etwas, ich prokrastiniere so unglaublich hart ANYWAY)
So. Also insgesamt freue ich mich, dass meine Wünsche wahr werden. Man merkt nun wirklich, wie Kalli in den Mittelpunkt gestellt wird und als Nachfolger angesetzt wird (Die Vornamen...ich schreie. We are family dududu). Vielleicht teilweise ein bisschen zu offensichtlich und schnell in der Folge, aber so viel Zeit ist ja jetzt tatsächlich nicht mehr. Da finde ich hilft auch Kallis neuer Look (sehr schmucker Bart).
Jetzt wird der Bub also erwachsen. Obwohl ich weiterhin wahnsinnig neugierig bin ob er alleine bleibt oder ein Team/PartnerIn an die Seite bekommt. Good for you Ferdinand. Man sieht wirklich, wie Kalli anfängt sich selbst zu vertrauen, richtige Schlüsse zieht und kluge Dinge tut (Auto-Szene). Kleine Patzer sind nun mal dem Alter und der Erfahrung anzurechnen und fühlten sich organisch an.
Leider fand ich die Folge sonst etwas schwach. Dieses "Psychopath aber nur weil als Kind misshandelt" ist inzwischen wirklich ausgelutscht und auch einfach zu schwach um eine Folge zu tragen. Mainz hat das auch mal katastrophal versucht. Der Trope ist nach Kai Korthals leider nicht mehr zu übertreffen, der ist nämlich wirklich in Erinnerung geblieben, Hallo die Waldfee. Trotzdem ging mir persönlich der Fall (oder eher die Visuals) dann doch auch sehr nahe (Tierquälerei ist ein absolutes No Go für mich).
Also, abschließend: Go Kalli, ich roote für dich und bin mega gespannt wie die kommenden Folgen aussehen werden. Du wirst ein würdiger Nachfolger. Und das Grün steht ihm phänomenal.
Aber Tatort-AutorInnen, hört endlich auf Kindheitstrauma-Überlebende mit GewalttäterInnen gleichzusetzen. Das geht ein paar Mal, aber doch nicht so oft. Wann mordet mal endlich wieder ein Gärtner? Oder eine eifersüchtige Ehefrau? Machts euch nicht so leicht (Schlechte Person = Schlechte Taten).
Dein Blog sieht übrigens echt fantastisch aus, das fällt mir immer mal wieder auf wenn ich mal vorbeisehe. Sehr ästhetisch, sehr hübsch. Good on you mate. Peace out.
Hallihallo Kalli Anon! Schön mal wieder von dir zu hören!
Das mit dem Prokrastinieren fühle ich sehr; ganz eventuell habe ich mir meine Inbox Nachrichten genau zu diesem Zweck aufgehoben.
Kalli im Mittelpunkt und endlich Duzen dürfen. Ein kleiner Schritt für Ivo und Franz, ein großer Schritt für Kalli und die Menschheit. Ich glaube, wir alle haben uns sehr darüber gefreut. Genau so wie über Kallis neuen Look, mit dem er auf einmal ganz anders präsent ist (does the jury agree on what we think about the Schnurri? 🤔)
Ich muss dir zustimmen, ich finde es ebenfalls schön, dass Kalli nicht vom einem auf den anderen Tag zu einer Art Super-Kommissar wird, sondern an seinen neuen Herausforderungen wachsen und dabei lernen kann. Gar nicht so unähnlich dem, wie es bei Franz und Ivo zu Beginn war; bloß dass die beiden gleich zu zweit für Chaos sorgen konnten. Ich hoffe ja immer noch sehr, er bleibt und bekommt eine Partnerin an die Seite oder zumindest ein Team, das nicht nur aus Herren besteht.
Spannend, dass du das mit der Tierquälerei ansprichst. Das hatte ich ganz verdrängt, aber ja, das fand ich auch ganz schön schwer anzuschauen. Spannend, dass einen diese Art von Gewalt dann doch nochmal anders fertig macht. Ich hasse ja auch, wie oft man nur dann Tiere von Kommissar*innen sieht, wenn diese später dann getötet werde, aber ich schweife ab.
Die Kindheit als Grundlage für schlimme Taten. Joa. Kann man machen, muss man aber einfach nicht. Und vor allem nicht so plump.
Hoffen wir, dass Kalli uns erhalten bleibt, er weiter grün tragen darf und bessere Fälle / Drehbücher bekommt 🤞 vielleicht dann mal mit ein paar komplexen Täter*innen, deren Motive nicht so eindeutig sind, oder einfach guter Ermittlungsarbeit.
Danke, danke! 🙇‍♀️
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septemberrie · 1 year ago
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kiss prompt - Saul x Andreas
for my anon that asked for Saundreas kiss prompts #10; 22; 26; 28; 33; 35 (desperately, in a rush of adrenaline, as an apology, as a lie, forceful, to gain something). Kissing you back, hope you enjoy 💕
The darkness is deep enough it resembles like a chasm, a void, despite Saul's other senses screaming otherwise. His feet, scrambling over scattered cobbles. His nose, overwhelmed with the scent of metal, dank, and blood. His ribs, bruised by the rough, stony surface of the wall and his lungs, ripped of air from the force with which Andreas hurls him, bodily, into the concrete.
He braces himself for the bite of steel but it doesn't come; instead Saul hits the floor hard enough that he has to hack in the gasp of precious air. When he looks up the darkness breaks enough for him to spy the white-hot flash of a sword hissing through the air—a sword, and two eyes burning like coals in a poisoned hearth, and a wisp of blond hair.
"Andreas!" He shoves himself up onto hands and knees, consumed with one thought and one thought only: keep him off Sky. "Andreas, wake up!"
He's wasting breath he can't spare—he's seen this before, he knows what it means when someone's locked in the blood thrall—but he says it anyway. From the first moment they met he's always given Andreas too much: too much credit, too much faith, too much of he, himself, Saul.
The clangs of metal on stone and more metal assault his ears above his own croaking breath; the harsh scrape of the steel against the carbon fiber armor as he stumbles to his feet. It's not like Andreas can hear him, anyway. And yet the fool in Saul Silva tries one more time.
"Andreas!"
It works. When Saul's fingers close around Andreas' shoulder, wrenching his swordarm away from the choking Sky to face him instead, the glaring embers flicker at him and then dull. Andreas' brow softens from iron to muddle—and then ices over again, the eyes once more flaring with vacant, aimless wrath.
Sky's coughing gasps imbue Saul with enough strength to heave his momentum against his opponent, and coupled with Andreas' momentary confusion, it's enough to send both men toppling to the ground. Andreas grunts as he hits the cobblestones first, his head smacking audibly against the harsh surface with Saul on top of him.
Andreas blinks. Time freezes. His jaw works, then his tongue, wetting his lips, forcing out a trickle of blood.
"Saul?"
This close, Saul can see the green eyes he remembers. This close, he can see the crimson moss around the pupils, growing and fading as Andreas slips in and out of consciousness.
This close, he knows his choice.
"You'll be okay," he lies, and drops his head downward towards Andreas' mouth. "I have to keep Sky safe."
Andreas' lips are chapped and yet slick with blood. He wishes the taste wasn't so familiar. He wishes he'd done it this way the first time. He wishes Andreas hadn't made his choice for him on that windy hillside two decades ago.
He kisses him harder, feeling Andreas' mouth open further, the flush of bemused gasps against his cheeks. Hands on his back that aren't his.
Saul draws the knife. He presses it above Andreas' left breast, and he drives it downward.
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asktaskforce141 · 4 months ago
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hihihi!!! I'm so sorry for not talking to you guys! I was at the camp for week to have a break from my phone addiction lol, I recently arrived yesterday or smth lol anyway!!! Sorry about my autistic yappin!
Nikto, I wanna a hug from you. A very firm but a bear hug.
König, you would be great for a human heater ac during winter at the cozy and comfortable cabin :3
squeezes Price's cheeks
hehe Price, your cheeks is so squishy
Привет! И тебе добро пожаловать, звездный анон! Я скучал по тебе, иди сюда. (Hello! Welcome back to you too, star anon! I missed you, come here.) *gives big hug*
- Nikto 🤫
Ah, vielen Dank, Star Anon! I would be more than happy to help with keeping you warm, hm?
-human space heater, König 🇦🇹
I... am glad to hear that, Star anon?
- "father of the year", Captain Price 🫡
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queenlua · 9 months ago
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if you could be super famous for any dank hacking and/or overlord of the world shit, what would be your preferred claim to fame?
honestly if it were cool enough i would prefer no one ever associate it with my identity. satoshi nakamoto is living the dream by never never being de-anoned, even if imo it's almost certainly just because they lost access to their private key like a dumbass (a highly relatable dumbass, to be clear; i also lost the key for my initial bitcoin ventures lol)
anyway. idk i'd like it to be some software that left the world better. which is sort of hard to measure? like Tor sort of pisses me off b/c i think it promises way more than it's actually able to deliver, in ways that leave people vulnerable in ways they don't realize (because their marketing/disclosures kind of suck!) like the software itself isn't bad but holy fuck is it hard for a normie to actually measure the risks
Signal was kind of good for a while but the median Signal user kind of pisses me off
...okay fuck drunk!me is SUCH a cynical bitch about the potentiality of cool hacker shit lmao. it's not that i think it's literally impossible to do good work in computer securityland, it's just that it's all super contingent and the kind of tech that makes sense today may make no sense in five years? (which SUCKS for end users like. i hate it i hate my own field)
how about TLS. TLS is the only good thing we have. unfortunately i'm not sexy enough at cryptography to even potentially claim credit for it but. good fucking idea on that front good job gang
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alintheshitposter · 1 year ago
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how about Onkel Titus 👨🏼‍🦳 und Musik 🎶 als drabble promt? ✨️
Liebe(r) Anon.
Ich danke dir für diesen Prompt und ich danke dir gleich doppelt, denn das hat irgendeine Blockade in mir gebrochen! Ich habe alles auf einmal runter geschrieben und hatte dabei so viel Spaß wie schon lange nicht mehr! Also wirklich, danke!💚
In dem Sinne hoffe ich, dass es dir gefällt, weil es bestimmt nicht so geworden ist, wie du es dir vorgestellt hast😅 Lass es mich doch gerne auf einem Weg deiner Wahl wissen, das würde mich freuen!😊
Ein 6-faches Drabble ist es geworden. Ich konnte mich echt nicht bremsen. Und weil es (für meine Verhältnisse) echt lang ist, gibt's das Ganze auch nur auf Ao3, weil ich ehrlich gesagt zu faul bin, für Tumblr nochmal alles neu zu formatieren. Sorry🥴
Anyways, hier ist der Link:
Und um diesen Song geht es:
(Ich danke @maxwellshimbo dafür, dass sie ihn mir gezeigt hat💚)
Und jetzt wünsche ich viel Vergnügen! Bitte die Tags beachten😇
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galli-halli · 1 year ago
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Nicht, dass ich ungeduldig wäre oder so, aber…ach komm, vergiss es, der sogenannte „Anon-der-keine-FFs-über-reale-Personen-mag“ ist vielleicht doch ungeduldig…also ja, ziemlich sicher, aber lass dich nicht unter Druck setzen, ne? Weißte ja.
Anyway - musikalischer Teaser für TB? Maybe?
Danke. Ende.
(Und wirklich, wirklich, wirklich danke - für alles. Aber auch das weißt du ja eh. Muss ich nicht noch mal extra erwähnen, oder?)
💕
Meine Liebe, die Zeit des Anons ist wohl wirklich endgültig vorbei xD
Die Arbeit zum neuen Kapitel geht nun endlich wieder mit größeren Schritten voran und dadurch sitzt auch der Song, der mich ein bisschen überfallen hat - aber Joko wollte es so.
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Es wird ein bisschen emotional 🖤
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strangeauthor · 1 year ago
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Anyways my advice ignore that weird TV Tropes anon and if that anon asks some unaffiliated person to talk to you just DM the unaffiliated to explain the situation
dank ye
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klausnkleinaskblog · 1 year ago
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You are. So cool and awesome. Sorry about all the trauma, sillyman.
Awe, danke, anon. Ja, some things just happen, but I try to not focus on zhat as much, as if I could even remember much anyways
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xjoonchildx · 2 years ago
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i was reading this medieval romance novel and the female protag has a PTSD from her weeks of being locked in the crypt below the royal palace after catching the pox, along with dozens of others who also got afflicted awaiting their death, like they didn’t even get treated didn’t even get fed literally were just left down there in the crypt to die and occasionally people with scarves around their faces would come down there just to check who was dead by nudging her and these people with their feet, but finally she was the only one who miraculously recovered and she had to wrap her hand around the ankle of one of these people ‘checking’ on them to catch their attention because she was that weak.
anyway i don’t know where im going with this… i guess i just wanted to express how thankful i am that i exist in this era of vaccines and modern medication and i am privileged enough to be able to get access to them. the thought of being thrown in a dank dark crypt to await my death along with dozens of others and basically having to lay there with dead bodies around me knowing that could be my fate too any time soon is just. idk.
(and then to top things off, the protag’s parents literally said they would prefer her dead because the pox made her face ugly from all the scarring when they thought she was asleep like if i were her at that point just fucking k word me??? she’s stronger than me because WHAT THE FUCK)
HOLY SHIT anon i was already on a wild ride here but then you said OC's parents told her they would rather her be dead over some scarring and now i need to know how this insane story wraps up
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