#apologies for the shitposting this morning

[dontbotheraziraphale]

laughing because the Metratron leaves Muriel in charge of the bookshop bc Muriel's the 'dim one'. Bc he believes that Crowley is still a threat to heaven. Bc if he replaces Aziraphale with a 'dim' angel, surely Crowley stands no chance. Well, Metadick, the joke's on you, because Muriel & Crowley are the duo to end all duos actually. theyre batman & robin, they're donkey & shrek. No. they're team rocket. One braincell between the pair of them but oodles and oodles of mischief

[existennialmemes]

priDEMONth June 1st Agenda:

12-1230am: Gates of Hell Open, the Legions of Hell Pour Out

1am-6am: Dance Rave

6:30am: Desecration Begins

7am: Breakfast

8am: Age of Sin Begins

830am-12pm: Gay Frog Seminar

12pm: Lunch

1pm-3pm: Threatening Human Dignity

3:30pm-6pm: Reject the Order of Creation

6pm: Dinner

7pm-10pm: Corruption, Chaos, Confusion

10:30pm-12am: Speed Walking Workshop

[kxllerblond]

pov: ur clark's rival he's got a weird homoerotic thing going on with

[jinxedshapeshifter]

autistic bitches be apologizing for getting hyperfixated on Hazbin Hotel because they're ex-Mormon so the animation style, color palettes, religious references, and criticism of Christianity is wreaking havoc on their brain (its me I'm autistic bitches)

[bookwyrminspiration]

at any given point in time there is a text i'm not responding to

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Ok everyone is on a shadow milk train so might as well submit a shadow milk thing....I can submit other stuff later.

Shadow milk x reader....after reader had a terrible nightmare and wakes up, upset...shadow milk can comfort em and cheer em up...aaaand possibly help them go back to sleep.

I should be doing my older requests but fuck it- I want some of this shit

I have no fucking idea if Shadow Milk even sleeps since his soul is locked away and all, but we'll just say he does.

Tw: mention of trauma, clown music

You wake up in the middle of the night, shaking slightly. What you had just gone through? Those memories, those terrible memories. They all kept repeating in your mind, stabbing you over and over again with the same blade of trauma. You feel movement beside you, a grumble coming the jester.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head to face you, his eyes less vibrant than they are in the daytime. He reached out to grab your hand, briefly glancing at it. "You're shaking again." He reached out his other arm to hold you close. His voice sounds a bit croaky from sleeping, but comforting compared to the screams of your nightmare.

"You're fine. You're no longer in that treacherous place, dearie. No one can give you a fright, except me. Your one and only clown." He poked a few jokes to lighten the mood, and it worked. A little. You feel yourself coming back to your body, no longer in that dream world. You put your head on his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

"Shadow Milk..." You mumble, still a bit lost in your thoughts.

"Shush. Don't waste your time thinking. Just remember I am here. You should focus on me instead." His words might seem mean or ignorant, but you could tell he meant well. He wants to be there for you. He wants to distract you from your mind of swirling agony.

He starts to lightly hum, and you immediately recognized it. It was The Entry of the Gladiators. The most iconic clown song on earth. You almost wanted to laugh. He holds your tighter, practically squishing you to his side.

"Go to sleep. We can clown around in the morning my dearest." He continues to hum the silly song, making it seem like it was a lullaby for you.

Perhaps it was. He is your clown after all. You feel weight on your eyes. You can't resist the pull of slumber. You fell asleep in silence, his crazy self now the topic of your mind.

——————————————————

I wrote this in like 30 minutes so I apologize if it's a bit messy. But hey, having fun is more important.

I love how I try to make a softer post- which always ends in some form of shitpost.

If you don't what The Entry of the Gladiators is go search it up. I'm 100% sure you'll recognize the song.

(da da da-da-da da-da)

- Celina

[godawfulfruitbat]

*throws this shitpost of matt and foggy as this ridiculous text message i sent my friends this morning into the room like a grenade and then disappears*

also happy pride month! i apologize for how little ive posted this month, im hoping i can still get a few quick posts in before its over. i had some things i wanted to do here that im hoping i still have time for, but once again wanted to let you all know how much i love you and appreciate all of you <3

[behindthesoul]

Forgotten Child - Ch. 2 (SMUT)

Shang Tsung x Reader

Masterlist || Previous Part || Next Part

Characters - Shang Tsung, you

Summary - Shang realizes he’s more in love with you than he thought.

Word Count - 1149

Warnings - smut (18+ pretty pleaseee), oral sex, reader’s genitalia isn’t specified, Shang is a liar, he hates you and himself, not proofread hehehe

Tags - @mortal-kombat-shitposts

Shang Tsung never anticipated becoming so deeply attached to you. His initial mission was straightforward: earn your trust, gather necessary information, and depart. However, he found himself caught off guard by the way your eyes brightened whenever he entered a room, by the comfort of your embrace after a long day, and by the simple, genuine way you treated him – like a normal person. These unexpected displays of affection and warmth drove him to the brink of insanity.

He snuck into your room late one night, craving your touch. You responded by laying him on your bed and placing kisses on his neck. Shang tenses, he was in his laboratory all day. You’d scream in terror if you saw what went on there.

“I apologize, it was not my intention to make you uncomfortable,” you say after you quickly pull away from him, misreading his tension. “I will stop-”

“No, continue,” he interrupts. Shang forces his body to relax before speaking again. “Please.”

You nod before attacking his neck again, he closes his eyes and memorizes the feeling of your lips on his neck. Soft, slightly chapped lips sucking his skin and leaving marks he’d have to cover before he left in the morning. Shang thinks back to his life just months prior; staring in the mirror at bruises given to him by angry townsfolk. Each scar and bruise handed to him in the past was replaced by your loving marks.

“May I continue?” you ask, pulling Shang back into reality. He never noticed your hand dancing around his crotch. He stiffens under you and nods. But it’s not enough.

“Say it. Let me hear your voice.”

You receive an impatient huff before getting a response. “Yes, continue.”

You hum before you remove his clothes and carefully place them on the floor. Shang doesn’t know what to do with himself when you pause and admire his body. Your eyes hold such tenderness; never had he imagined someone would regard him in such a way. Still, he refuses to wait a minute longer. He grabs your hand and wraps it around the place he needs you most, shuddering as he feels your grip tighten.

You laugh before quickly removing your hand. You spit in your palm, briefly wishing you had a better lubricant, before wrapping it around him again. You experiment with different rhythms until you find the one that made his legs twitch and hands tremble. He bites his lip to prevent moans and gasps from escaping his mouth. You assume he's ensuring no one overhears, yet he's desperate to prevent you from gaining complete control, to stop you from shattering the final barrier guarding his locked-away heart.

It’s almost disgusting how he’s responding to your touch. Blown pupils, disheveled hair, throbbing chest, and a blush decorating his pale skin; It's a striking, almost comical difference from his usual poised and collected demeanor.

He damn near died when you took him in your mouth.

He was already inching toward bliss, but you just had to go ahead and push him closer to the edge. Shang blames his sensitivity on the fact he hasn’t had sex in years, choosing to ignore the part of his brain that reminds him of the night you two shared last week. He finally whimpers when your tongue drags across the crying tip, lapping at the sticky pre-cum. Gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes, he's relieved that your mouth is occupied, well aware that you would likely jest about finally coaxing a sound out of him. Shang feels dizzy as his body burns, signaling his body’s eventual betrayal. With one last swipe over the tip of his dick, he cums with a soft groan, spilling into your mouth. His body jerks with aftershocks and he weakly pushes you off when the pleasure turns into over-sensitivity.

You look down at him and swallow his cum. “Beautifully done, sorcerer,” you say. He huffs in amusement while he catches his breath.

“I think it was you who did the hard work.”

“Hm, I disagree,” you tease. You’re sick, just sick. You just attempted murder and you have the nerve to smile down at him.

Shang manages to catch his breath and decides to be a gentleman. He rolls over and pins you under him, feeling a little irritated when he realizes you’re still fully clothed. Your robes are quickly torn off, different to the way you gently undressed him.

The night is starting to grow tired of keeping you hidden and tells you to hurry by encouraging the sun to rise. Shang groans, annoyed; he won’t be able to take his time with you like he wants. He throws your legs over his shoulder and replicates your earlier movements with his tongue. Swirling, flicking, anything that will make your body give out the way his did - which it does. You’re much more willing to be vulnerable than your lover. You melt into his tongue and allow a string of expletives and moans to escape your mouth. Shang hums when you whine his name and it sends a shiver down your spine. His hands massage your thighs, addicted to the way they tremble.

The birds singing outside signal the end of your moment together, a final warning to you and Shang. He rolls his eyes but encourages you to cum. Your hands find purchase in the bed sheets while your stomach tightens. You cry out with the birds, releasing into his mouth and on the bed sheets. Panting, you squeeze Shang’s hand. He lays down next to you and stares into your eyes.

“When will I be able to tell Outworld you’ve captured my heart?” Shang feels slightly empty when you avert your gaze. He wants to laugh at you suddenly feeling shy when you were choking on his dick just moments earlier.

“Soon, my darling,” he lies, “you can be patient for a little while longer.”

“Well, will you at least give me the pleasure of a nice breakfast? I’ll tell the servants I am not well, and we’ll eat in here.”

“I am afraid not. I must meet with the Empress on important matters.” He almost regrets lying when your face falls. Shang is to assist Quan Chi with setting up the soul stealers. You get out of bed and quickly put your robes back on; he does the same.

“Be in the gardens after dark,” he blurts out. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said until your eyes light up. You nod, before opening your window so he could leave.

“Yes! I will be there!”

With a final nod, Shang gracefully takes his leave from your room. Internally, a torrent of self-directed expletives courses through his thoughts. He berates himself for the hasty commitment he made to meet with you, regretting the words that slipped from his lips so easily.

God, he misses you already.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Masterlist of Jake Kim + Samuel Seo ✨Bullshit✨

Guess who hit the link limit AGAAAIN

Lookism Masterlist | Part 2 ☞ (multi-character headcanons/dynamics) more Jake + Sammy here

Lookism Storylines ☞ (fun shit. mix of x reader and with reader)

Gun + Goo | Part 2 | You're here! Jake + Samuel | Vin + Ryuhei | Everyone else ☞ (single character-centric standalones)

... Even More Lookism Masterlist ☞ (different characters in same scenarios series) more Jake + Sammy here

How To Fight/Viral Hit Masterlist | Seong Taehoon

Character-Centric Standalones

Jake Kim: Dirty Talking hc

Jake Kim x Reader: Stargazing

Jake Kim x Reader: Cuddling to a bit more hc

Jake Kim x Reader: Hands

Jake Kim x Reader: Drive

Jake Kim x Reader: To the end

Jake Kim x Reader: when did you know you liked me?

Jake Kim x Reader: betting on love

Jake Kim x Reader: Favourite thing about you

Jake Kim x Reader: Teeth | Dental Implants

Jake Kim x Reader: Watching sunrise

Jake Kim x Reader: Soulmates

Jake Kim x Reader: Asking you out...?

Jake Kim x Reader: Gym workout

Jake Kim x Reader: hellos and goodbyes

Jake Kim x Reader: First kisses

Jake Kim x Reader: Thirsty

Jake Kim x Reader: Best friends | Sad bb version

Jake Kim x Reader: dreams and reality

Jake Kim x Reader: Youth

Jake Kim x Reader: Hair Pomade

Jake Kim x Reader: Arguments and apologies

Jake Kim x Reader: Juicy doubles

Jake Kim x Reader: Let's play

Jake Kim x Reader: SINU!

Jake Kim x Reader: Spare for specific uses

Jake Kim x Reader: Flip flops (feat Sinu)

Jake Kim x Reader: Cleaning Duties

Jake Kim x Reader: Big

Jake Kim x Reader: Scrapes

Jake Kim x Reader: Bubble tea

Jake Kim x Reader: Clothes thief

Jake Kim x Idol!Reader: That's my girlfriend!

Jake Kim x Reader: Only One (1) Bed

Jake Kim x French!Reader: Lecture

Jake Kim x Reader: Public Toilets

Jake Kim x Reader: Minseon

Jake Kim x Reader: Jealous

Jake Kim x Reader: Mother in Law

Jake Kim x Reader: Cinema

Jake Kim x Reader: Smiles

Jake Kim x Reader: Open Door Policy

Jake Kim x Reader: Right Person

Jake Kim x Reader: I love you more

Lunchbox for your boyfriend! Jake Kim, Samuel Seo

Samuel Seo: Melancholia

Samuel Seo x Reader: Leaving Big Deal

Samuel Seo x Reader: Another work day | Too much peace

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spectacles

Samuel Seo x Reader: Casual

Samuel Seo x Cinnamon Roll Reader hc

Samuel Seo x Reader: Morning

Samuel Seo x Reader: Cigarettes

Samuel Seo x Reader: Nepotism

Samuel Seo x Idol!Reader: Bodyguard

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spoiling Sammy

Samuel Seo x Reader: Morning routine | Night routine

Samuel Seo x Reader: I've missed you

Samuel Seo x Reader: kiss me before you go

Samuel Seo x Reader: flustering you in public

Samuel Seo x Reader: Haircut

Samuel Seo x Reader: Office time thief

Samuel Seo: Office routine (shitpost)

Samuel Seo x Reader: DMs

Samuel Seo x Reader: Thankful

Samuel Seo x Reader: Third Saturday of every month

Samuel Seo x Goo's Younger Sister!Reader: Plushie

Samuel Seo x Reader: Carry Me

Samuel Seo x Reader: Food

Samuel Seo x Reader: Corporate

Samuel Seo x Reader: Falling

Samuel Seo x Reader: my only one

Samuel Seo x Reader: Waiting

Jake Kim + Samuel Seo: Bro

Jake Kim x Samuel Seo: Better together

[faceless-mirror]

CHAPTER 2

Ship: Hozier and Farren(ONBC)

Andrew and Farren have been traveling through the centuries. Andrew remembers each time, when each of their times together ended in horrible tragedy. Farren never remembers, but their hearts call to each other in every life time, even if it brings pain. Andrew is breaking now, just needing one happy ending where they don't die crushed to death- sacrificed to old gods- hunted for their love- or torn apart in battle.

All he wants is to have Farren and live in peace. Hopefully, the Gods will grant mercy at last for his past transgressions that led to this cycle.

Taglist: @rowanballard @likehipsters @darkcloverme @holy-shitposting @cwooley1999-blog

(If you'd like to be added or removed please let me know)

Farren woke the next morning to golden rays burning across their face, causing them to hiss softly in pain, rolling over trying to throw the bed cover over their face grumbling softly and angrily at the sun for daring to wake them, even if it was their own fault for not closing the curtains.

It was a moment of quiet contemplation, eyes held shut, breathing in and out easily. Finally when their brain decided that it did, in fact, want to be alive and awake, they slipped out of bed steadily, bare feet hitting the floor. After going through their morning routine, they sat down at their desk, ready to get started on their projects for the day. Though upon opening the laptop, it was an email that caught their attention. 

An interview for the bartender and artist position. Responding quickly they decided that if they could interview today they would. Starting by the next week would be divine. It didn’t take too long to get started on their commissions, though they were anxiously awaiting to hear from the venue.

Almost two hours later, they got a phone call, offering an on the spot interview. 

***

A few hours later, Farren was there in front of the building, dressed in a white button down shirt and bell bottom stretch pants, wearing platform shoes. Looking around they were a bit shocked, it was a nice large venue, with some historic undertones. All they could think of was hoping to be a candidate for the job.

Stepping in, they couldn’t help but appreciate the red brick walls and the hardwood bar that greeted the doors. There was a man sitting and waiting, for them it seemed. The way he jumped to his feet, moving close hand extended, blond locks tied back neatly. “Avira Swan- It’s lovely to meet you- Farren was it?” he questioned warmly, gently pressing a hand to their back guiding them to an office with a smile. 

“We just came under new management- and we’re determined to put in a beautiful mural-” he explained. It seemed this man had visions for the venue and was insisting upon it. Already pulling out a contract. “Feel free to sign, Mx. Doven.”

“What about the interview-?” Farren started to question, reading through the contract curiously. It was fairly standard. Some things were… odd. Riches and prosperity for as long as they obeyed, if contract is broken, owned by one (1) Avira Swan for ten years. That was the line that stood out.

“Don’t worry about the interview. Your art skills are exactly what I want for the mural- Absolutely beautiful.” he said reassuringly, devilishly green eyes watching them like a hawk, except focused on the pages in their hands. 

They hummed softly, they’d be stupid to turn this down. It paid so well… but the one line worried them. “What does this mean… can you clarify…?” Farren questioned, “I would love to accept so long as i can understand this or have it removed-” they said licking their lips nervously. Something felt wrong with this- but the money they couldn’t refuse.

Avira frowned in concern and looked over, and sighed, “Oh- I can have that removed. My lawyer must have taken a joke too far- I apologize.” He took the contract away and the feeling subsided, “Thank you that could have been a lot of paperwork later on.” he chuckled.

The beautiful man smiled fondly, “Let me get that taken care of.” he said softly, standing and moving to a filing cabinet throwing out the old contract and bringing over a fresh one and offered it to Farren. They looked through it firmly, humming softly as they did. A melody that haunted their head. “That’s an old song, dear,” Avira commented thoughtfully, elbow on the table his fingertips supporting his chin as he watched them. “Take care of what it may summon, my dear.”

“You know it?” they questioned, attention diverted.

He smiled softly, “It’s an old song… very old. Legend says it was written by a fae who fell in love with a mortal despite the warnings that he shouldn’t, that he would be cursed as they would be. Whenever the song is hummed or sung… played… he shows up searching for his love. Destruction follows him…”

Something… something itched in the back of their mind at the story. It couldn’t… it wouldn’t be real. They hummed running their fingers through their black and blue hair. “It sounds like a tragic love story… but just a story.” Their lips quirked, eyes returning to the contract reading through it. Nothing was jumping out this time at least. 

“If it is just a story its a story that’s unfinished, dear.”

They didn’t know what to say to that, so they asked a different question. “What is the mural to be of?” they asked.

“I’d like it to be a mural that depicts the fae… and music of course. Just whatever feels right to you. I’ll show you the spot for the mural.” he added as those almost glowing green eyes focused on her hands signing the contract. 

“Of course. Can I get a copy of the contract please? For my own records.” she clarified.

“Of course.” Avira said warmly, pulling out a contract from the same folder passing it to her, letting her glance through it before standing. “Now… let’s get you that tour to the place for the mural.” he purred, a sound that seemed to soak into her mind.

- - - - -

Andrew had been getting ready to perform feeling a tremor along the red cord coming from his chest making his throat tighten. They remembered the song. It had vibrated many times over the years. It always happened at odd intervals but… that was a sign. His long fingers touched the cord lightly. “Beloved… I’ll find you. I’ll find you no matter where you are.” he breathed out, muddy green eyes focused on the translucent cord. “My beloved.”

[divine-donna]

love is patient and kind

please don’t take this post seriously, since this is a shitpost.

but have headcanons for hotd cast if they were your love interest in a rom com. and you were in a rom com. (i am also name dropping certain movies in this list. they may not all be rom coms particularly but the films have some romantic elements at least)

ser criston cole

the princess bride

you were about to wedded off to a cruel prince, a prince who acted nothing like the man you fell in love with. criston was his name and he was a mere stable boy who worked for your family. despite your attitude, all he would do is smile and yes, “as you wish.” his gentleness and kindness eventually led you to opening up to him and developing a romance. he set off on a journey one morning, and you ordered him to come back. he simply smiled and told you, “as you wish.” and yet, he did not return for years. you wallowed in despair, becoming a shell of yourself when you became engaged to the prince. and then, one day, you find yourself kidnapped. and a man pursues you and your kidnappers. he’s mysterious, dressed in all black, and supposedly the dread pirate. but it is only until after you resist his attempts to take you to safety do you realize who he was. and when you reach that bottom of the hill, you cup criston’s face and cry, believing you had lost him forever.

“do not cry, my liege. i am alive and have been for the past few years. and all i have done is find my journey home, to you.”

daemon targaryen

grease

a bad boy, a good girl, one musical. the classic musical. you spend a summer with a charming boy who has quite the sensitive side. you tell him at the end that you are going home, but it seems your parents had a change of plans. and when you enter the local school, there he is: daemon targaryen. except he’s nothing like the daemon you know, because he’s a bit of an asshole and it breaks your heart. it hurts him that he has broken your heart and he comes to a realization that he wants you. so what does he do? try to clean himself up. join a team sport (even though he believes he is above team sports). even wins a car race. the school year is a whirlwind and by the end, he has that varsity sweater. but he’s even more surprised to see you, changed, with a new persona that matches his old one. the two of you meet in the middle in a fun musical number before you two drive off into the distance, the summer ahead of you.

“i have had many partners, but none of them as stunning as you (y/n). and in truth, this is what my heart wants. dare i say, i am hopelessly devoted to you.”

rhaenyra targaryen

10 things i hate about you

rhaenyra targaryen. considered one of the most undateable girls at school. and you, considered the baddest kind of badass there is. you could care less about school considering you had other concerns that were more dire than grades and reputation and rumors of you having spent the last year in prison. however, rhaenyra’s brother baelon desperately wants to date someone. and her best friend alicent has the best idea: get you to date rhaenyra. it’s pretty simple, aside from the fact that rhaenyra is very standoffish and spurns you every chance you try to talk to her. it isn’t until you take care of her after a party that she begins to open up to you. and while it is a paid arrangement, you end up enjoying your time with her. and even, dare i say, fall in love. it seems you and rhaenyra were meant to be. except for the fact that at prom, it’s revealed that you were a paid arrangement with her. naturally, she is extremely upset, even dedicating an emotionally powerful poem to how you broke her heart. but you’re not willing to give up. no, giving up is for the old you, who wasn’t in love with rhaenyra. you were in love with her and you would approach her with a proper apology and something she really wanted.

“you know, you can’t just apologize with a guitar every time you do something shitty. apologies don’t work like that. but i guess for you, i can make an exception.”

alicent hightower

mamma mia!

helaena is getting married! and she does not know who her dad is. so naturally, as one does, she just invites three particular people her mother wrote about in her diary. she keeps you a secret, much to your surprise since the invitation said your old lover had invited you. and you’re confused. but then, alicent falls through a latch in the room, into the room. and her eyes light up when she sees you. but! alas, she has a wedding plan. so she spends a lot of time away, giving you glances now and again. and it isn’t until you’re able to get her in private where you two talk and catch up. she reveals she’s still not over how you left, and you tell her the same, having wanted to stay but leaving due to family obligations and that your family did not exactly approve of alicent. that spark between you two gets reignited and helaena’s wedding suddenly is not helaena’s at all/

“i’d never thought i would see you again (y/n). but i’m not mad that you’re here. in fact, part of me is quite ecstatic that you have decided to attend my daughter’s wedding.”

aegon targaryen

crazy rich asians

you don’t know much about your boyfriend’s family history. every time you try to bring it up, he avoids the question and redirects you to something else. but he can no longer escape it when he gets an invitation to his best friend’s wedding. you are genuinely shocked to find out that your boyfriend...is beyond crazy rich. except, he’s never enjoyed it. in fact, he’s always loathed his family and the spotlight they were given. his life has always been dictated for him so when he had the chance to go away, he did. and that was when he met you, the first person who did not know who he was, nor care. he fell for you right then and there. but when you go back to his home, you are faced with an even greater challenge: risk tearing aegon away from his family or lose him. his mother, especially, does not approve of you. and you are unsure if you would be able to survive this new world that is out to tear you apart.

“i am not saying i am walking away entirely. i am just weighing my options. and one thing is for certain, i want to marry (y/n).”

aemond targaryen

my big fat greek wedding

your family is a little...traditional. and they’re quite loud. and very insistence on you getting married. doesn’t matter who. just someone, anyone! of course, when there is a man who catches your attention, you embarass yourself in front of him. but he remembers you and finds you quite charming. that moment gets pushed to the back of your head as you begin taking classes at your local college and changing things up. you begin to do your hair differently, learn how to do your makeup, dress to your liking. and soon enough, you’re running your aunt’s business with the new skills you acquired. and captured by your beauty in the window is that same man who you embarrassed yourself in front of. you come to find that his name is aemond and he’s not exactly...someone your father would approve of. his traditions do not match yours. but that’s okay. because aemond doesn’t mind. he takes you on dates and you two develop a deep connection. and when he asks you to marry him, you’re filled with glee and worry. your worry mostly pertains to how your family will take the news. and then it evolves into how your family takes control of the wedding plans.

“i do not mind doing any of these things. i love you (y/n). and i really want to marry you and respect your traditions. you come from family that is proud of their traditions and lineages. the least i can do when i marry you is participate in them to honor you and your ancestors.”

helaena targaryen

she’s all that

helaena targaryen is known as a girl who is awkward and prefers the company of bugs over humans. in fact, her affinity for bugs has a lot of people avoiding her and teasing her. she could care less about what they think. but you? you have a reputation to uphold. and your partner dumped you for someone just as shallow as you. so to save your reputation and ego, your friend proposes a bet: make helaena targaryen prom queen. you like some competition and a challenge, so you accept it. after all, there was a lot of money at stake (happens when you end up going to a school full of rich kids). your attempts to approach helaena fail as she turns around whenever you approach her. but she is soon forced to talk to you when you get paired together in your lab. you come to learn that she is very smart, and very observant. but also, that she has a gentle side to her. you guys don’t finish your lab so you have to meet with her later. and when you scream upon seeing a spider in your room, she just cups them and releases them after opening your window. she tells you there is nothing to worry about. and when she smiles, your heart skips a beat. oh great heavens! could you actually be falling for this girl? helaena targaryen? the weirdest girl at school? it was part of your bet after all. but as you continue spending time with her, the guilt keeps eating you up. you were leading her on and for what?

“so i was a bet? i was a fucking bet! unbelievable! i don’t know what i expected from you. my own brother thought i was strange and he laughed when i told him that someone had finally taken interest! but i guess it was all a lie, huh?”

jacaerys velaryon

always be my maybe

jace’s parents were never home, so he came over to your place often for food. and he learned great culinary secrets from your mother. she was basically a surrogate for his own mom because she wasn’t around often. and this made you two best friends. you guys were so close that it was hard to imagine you two not together. but eventually, that happened. because when your mom passed away, you felt an overwhelming sense of grief. nothing could describe what it felt like losing your mother. and one night, during a particularly rough episode, you and jace just...do it. you guys hook up. and the mcdonald’s trip afterwards is awkward. especially because he claims to know how you feel when he doesn’t. your mom wasn’t his mom. and the visible hurt on his face afterwards left a simmering guilt inside of you. now, years later, jace comes back to his hometown. he’s ready to open a new restaurant, since he’s a celebrity chef, and needs some new inspiration for his next one. getting back to his roots would be the first step. and when he calls someone to fix his air conditioning, he sees you. you’re still you, working for your father’s company. but unlike him, you have not managed to have much success in your creative endeavors. but you are childhood friends, so out of courtesy, he asks to meet up with you. and perhaps all that chemistry from when you were younger is still there.

“ha ha, very funny (y/n). my new restaurant has a bit of a rustic charm to it. elevated food has its appeal, i promise. come around sometime and i will show you....what do you mean you’re not interested in tasting my food?”

[mikomiproblemateke]

Pretty old art, but I still like it

IM NOT GONNA APOLOGIZE FOR IZM'S JOKE I STILL THINK ITS FUNNY

Let's just let .D sleep please(because I can understand him. My little brother ALWAYS wake me up in my weekend. I just want to sleep PLS SHUT UR MOU-)

Khem- no negative, only silly morning aair and no shitposting here

Characters belongs @darqx

[heavencasteel420]

I was feeling a bit stuck on my main WIPs, so for fun I wrote a couple of lines/paragraphs for each of my other story ideas (the proper ones where I have a general sense of the story's shape, not the shitpost ideas like "Chrissy turns into a car?"). Here are the ones for my Cute/Normal story ideas:

Long

Nancy Wheeler Can't Win (no UD AU, Nancy-centric)

Sometimes, Nancy thought her life would be easier if she were dating Jason Carver instead. Not better, necessarily. She didn't like Jason nearly as much as Steve; he was kind of pompous and, although he technically looked way more like Tom Cruise, she couldn't imagine ever finding him as sexy as she did Steve. She couldn't help but notice, though, that Chrissy Cunningham didn't have to be one person on Saturday night and another on Monday morning.

Life During Wartime (companion to above, centers on Will and Jonathan)

"I can't believe I'll be the last one to get girlfriend," Mike lamented as he and Will biked home from school. It was a perfect September afternoon, neither too hot nor too cold, and the first leaves were turning yellow. "First Lucas and Max, then Dustin and Suzie, now you and Megan. I'm going to die a virgin."

"We could all still die virgins," Will pointed out. "I don't think Lucas and Max are doing it yet, and Megan and I definitely aren't. And we're not even sure if Suzie is real."

Horse Girl (Stoncy, summer 1985)

The thing about being an asshole, Steve thought, as he listlessly scooped butter pecan ice cream for a couple of sixty-something ladies, was that it took a long time to catch up with you. For instance: the thing he'd spray-painted on the theater marquee about Nancy almost two years ago. Sitting on the hood of his car outside the 7-11, he'd resigned himself to her shunning him forever. He'd even gone to apologize to Jonathan first so he could put off seeing the cold disgust on her face. Then, one month later, she'd taken him back, accepting his apology as a matter of course. Maybe that should've been his first clue that something was wrong.

It's All a State of Mind (AU where Hopper-Byers siblings are psychic carnies/confidence artists in the 1930s)

"Heather likes you," El pointed out a few days later, after they'd settled in. They were in the dining tent, digging into some beef stew. "You could get close to her."

"Keep eating and forget what Murray said," Jonathan told her, although he couldn't summon any harshness to back it up. This was the best meal that he or the kids had eaten in months. "Heather puts up with me. She doesn't want to get close to anyone, either."

Heather Holloway was an aerialist, a pert dark-haired girl who'd joined the circus to get away from a home in some ways worse than the one that Lonnie had provided him and Will. She was friendly to Jonathan, but that was probably because he'd shown no interest in getting inside her drawers.

"So you admit it," Will said smugly. "We wouldn't mind if you got married, you know. So long as we liked her.

From the High to the Low to the End of the Show (S1 AU where the teens are in their late twenties)

"Doesn't it piss you off?" Fred asked her. "That he can just waltz in and get a job because he's 'so talented,' when the rest of us had to work hard and do it the right way?" "Eyes on your own paper, Fred," Nancy said, in a chipper tone that she knew would annoy him. She agreed with him, to a point; she never would have been hired at the Hawkins Post if she'd gone to night school instead of IU. At the same time, she'd heard the other guys say that she'd only gotten the job out of pity. Fred wasn't one of them, but she was running on three hours of sleep an half a bagel, so she didn't feel like being nice. "Why would Holloway care about college? Byers has something he wants and he's willing to pay for it."

Medium

Tomorrow May Not Be Your Day (pre-S4 Jancy breakup, probably no Vecna, eventual Jargyle)

"I'm sure you'll work it out," Mom says. She smiles at him anxiously, and he knows what he should do. He should mumble agreement, accept this bit of comfort. Pay her back with white lies of his own: that the distance isn't really a problem, that she didn't kind of screw him over by moving them all across the country. That there's no reason to worry about him, because he's going to figure things out with Nancy and somehow make Emerson happen. "Yeah?" he asks instead. "What if I don't? What if this is it?" It doesn't come out as a plea for reassurance, either. That would be humiliating, maybe even futile, but at least everyone would understand what he was doing. Instead, it comes out as a challenge.

Let the Broken Hearts Stand (companion to above, Nancy's first year at college, eventual Nancy/Carol)

"Look, I was friends with Steve for, like, ten years before he ditched me and Tommy," Carol says, taking a drag off her cigarette, "but he was definitely the bigger asshole in your relationship." Nancy laughs, startled. Carol grins uncertainly, then offers her the cigarette. She accepts. "Like, whatever, you're a totally embarrassing drunk, and you didn't have the balls to dump him until you were sure you had Byers eating out of your pussy, but--" "Jesus Christ, Carol," Nancy said, turning bright red, but Carol waved her off. "Fine. Va-gi-na. Lady garden. Cavern of feminine wonders. Whatever Emily Post says to call it." Carol cackled as Nancy struggled to look disapproving. "My point is, he was also a fucking prick."

How Will You Make It on Your Own? (Stonathan no UD college AU, the context is Jonathan and Samantha have broken up):

Because all the theater freaks were shunning him, Jonathan sat with Barb and Nancy at lunch. "You'll get back together," Barb said glumly. It was unclear whether she was trying to reassure him but was too stressed out about Mathletes to manage a cheerful tone, or if she was predicting an outcome she disapproved of. "You'll ignore her, she'll call and sort of say sorry, and, because she apologized first, you'll fall all over yourself saying that it's all your fault, and that she's right that you should both move to New York City and live in a condemned building and wear garbage bags instead of clothes." Well. That answered his question. "I don't think that's going to happen," he said, contemplating the peanut butter cracker he'd spent the last half hour eating. "It feels different this time."

Oh, I'm Bound to Go (companion to Drive All Night)

Will wasn't sure who figured it out first, him or Mom. When the money first started coming in--so much money, enough for Mom's medicine and Will's new shoes and more food than he could ever remember having--he asked why they couldn't just live with Jonathan in the city. Surely Indianapolis had enough piecework and odd jobs for the two of them. "He's living in a boarding house, sweetheart," she said, keeping her eyes on the chicken she was cleaning instead of his face. "There's no room for us." Maybe she'd known it was a lie all along. But Will understood Jonathan better than anyone, knew how his lies looked and sounded. On paper, he couldn't hear the too-bright home or watch him disappear behind his eyes, but the wrongness came through all the same.

Short

I Know It Breaks Your Heart (Tommy-centric, mostly future fic)

Tommy didn't need anyone to think that he was smart except for Carol, who understood without explanation that he didn't have to act like a nerd or a circus freak to prove that he was clever. It just felt shitty, sometimes, that Steve clearly thought of him as a dumbass. Steve, who had no bullshit meter and maintained a B-minus average with more effort than he liked to admit. It was annoying, but, more than that, it struck Tommy as greedy. Steve was taller, more handsome, more impressive on the court and field. He put people at ease. He could've let Tommy have something.

Raised on Promises (El's life in California, gen)

No matter what Joyce says, and no matter how nice Will and Jonathan are about it, El still feels embarrassed by the toys. Jonathan doesn't play with anything, except sometimes for the hacky sack Argyle gave him; he just listens to tapes and smokes. And maybe that's because he's almost grown up, but Will is her age and he gave away all his D&D stuff to Erica before they moved. He does art now, which isn't playing. Grown-ups do art, too, sometimes even as a job. The girls at school don't play with toys, either. They have fun like she and Max did last summer: dressing up and messing around with makeup and hanging out at the mall. Only the girls here aren't as nice, and Max isn't here to show her how to act her age. So she finds herself building little towns out of blocks and shuffling around a bunch of plastic dolls.

The P is for Perfection (and You Know That We Are Freaks) (Joyce doesn't move the family to California and El becomes a cheerleader)

"I heard she was raised in a cult," Amanda whispered to Chrissy, as the freshman girls lined up. "Chief Hopper knocked up some hippie and only found out when she died a couple years ago. And then he left her with Joyce Byers when he died. Not really an improvement, if you ask me." "Shush," Chrissy said. She was already getting a headache and the yelling hadn't even started. "You don't want the other girls to hear." Amanda muttered that it was common knowledge, but Chrissy tuned her out and studied Jane Hopper. She was on the tall side, with a lean and strong-looking frame. No flyer, but she could be a backspot or a base. She had curly brown hair pulled back in a scrunchy and a pretty, guileless face. She was dressed okay, in a baggy light purple sweatshirt and white leggings, but there was an air of offness about her.

[chaotic-simp707]

Eyyyy im backkk! Sorry for the late shitpost, My schoolworks keeping me busy :'). I wrote this while suffering in online class so if theres been any mystakes i apologize 😭🥲

Just The Two Of Us (Fluff) [Mysta Rias X Reader]

Summary: Mysta can't sleep, so you take him outside and danced together with the rain

"ngghhh..." You mumbled as you slowly started getting your counsciousness back... You blinked your eyes few times and then process everything around you, now fully awake.

It was dark, but the radiant moon is helping you see. You turned to your left and see mysta with his brown-greyish soft hair with the moon's light while looking at the window. Ah... It was raining heavily

"...Mysta?..." You whispered under your breath, calling out for your lover's name

"Huh- Oh... Y/N sorry, Did i wake you up?..." Mysta asked with a soft and careful voice

"Nah, You didnt.." You blinked while rubbing your eyes gently

"...Cant sleep?" You asked, Remembering that mysta usually gets nightmares and have trouble sleeping. Seeing mysta's eye, it looks like he woke up earlier and cant go back to sleep.

"Yeah...." Mysta answered with a low voice

"..." The silence was comfortable, the two of you sat on the bed, watching the heavy rain outside the window and listening to the rain sounds

"ah!" You thought of something after a while

"Hm?" Mysta hummed, Curiously

"I have an idea... Wanna try it?" You stated, Mysta looked at you suspiciously

"..You and your ideas are not trustable-" Mysta got interuppted by you grabbing his hands

"C'mon!" You chuckled and then grabbed him outside the house, Without umbrella or anything to cover yourself from the rain

"W-why are we outside?-" Mysta questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Hehe, Let's go!" You responded happily. Grabbing his arms and then getting on the spot where theres no roof to cover you up

After stepping out, You and mysta both got wet because of the heavy rain

"...now we are both wet" Mysta looked at you wondering what are you thinking (Ok but the sentence are kinda sussy-)

"Mysta... My dear boyfriend... Wanna dance?" You smirked, looking at him

"Y/N... Alright" Mysta sighed, smiling back at you

You grabbed his hands, While he grabbed your waist. The two of you danced with the rain, Syncing the steps, smiling to each other like crazy in love.

The rain poured heavily, But that didnt stopped you both from dancing. The moon and stars seems to be brighter than before, As if watching the two of you dance in the rain.

"I love you... Today, Tomorrow, the day after... And Forever..." Mysta said, Meaning every words. For you, That is very special. Mysta is never the type to be so affectionate and say these kind of words... But you know he'll say it only for you...

"I love you more.." You responded, smiling like crazy the whole time.

The two of you spended the night dancing together, Free from all the troubles in life.

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Next Morning

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"Haha" You giggles as ike stared at both mysta and you.

"*Sigh* what happened again? Why are the both of you sick?" Ike asked with a voice that is quite worried.

"We just spend the night together, Nothing more" Mysta reassured. Looking at you while smiling warmly

You smiled softly back at him. Ike looked at the both of you and sighed, Letting you both have your time together.

'These two are both crazy in love. Well, Love is really troublesome' Ike thought

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OK BUT DAMNNNN, I HAVE NEVER WROTE ANYTHING ROMANTIC LIKE THISSSSS AHHHHH THIS IS SO CHEESY IM CRINGING WHILE WRITING THIS 😭😭😭.

Inspiration: The damn rain in here. Thanks for giving me ideas and motivation to write this shit. I am definitely not gonna do this again 🗿

[askthehiddencaste]

not so important news

hey just giving everyone a general update! This is the warning, i have a lot under the cut (for just my normal typing) so ive shortened it for convenience the TLDR: 1)trainings over for new job and ill be able to post more. 2)SORRY RP BUDDIES IM COMIN!! 3)tannos and heilel wrigglingdays are coming up end of oct/beg nov and shuskas is in dec. 4)the bonfire events i host for the library may be getting a side blog just to make the yearly events easier

ill be back to my regular shitposting for the most part now that the training with my new job is done. im going to be working overnights so ill post a lot more during either the EEEEEAAAAARRRRRLLLLYYY morning or closer to dark (central time) just because thats going to be the time im going to be awake lol yay graveyard shift

i want to apologize for not warning my rp partners that i wouldnt be replying for a while! I know i still owe @memurfevur 2, @laughingdarkdreams , @mageofspacemultiverse , @unothodox-hive-of-misfits , @dissident-capricous , @stuckstucktrolls , and @pixelgamer07 replies currently (this is counting both the sfw and nsfw blogs) if you do not see your tag on here and i owe you an rp reply, please give me a poke and a link and ill get to you asap!!!

ive got a couple of fun things planned out for the blog in the coming months, including a samhain bonfire to celebrate Tannos's wriggling day from the 31st-nov1 (which is when Samhain/the fall harvest is typically celebrated IRL) and a separate 'alternia drop day' for Heilel on Nov 2nd (Dio de Muertos((mini note thats also my birthday ^^))) just in case anyone wants to pester them on their days. From there the next day will be for Shuska on Yule(dec 21) to celebrate her wriggling day with another bonfire event and give everyone holiday gifts just for the season

the bonfire events will each have their own posts a little closer to the time and while they wont be as excitable as the YULE BALL that goes around every year, im hoping to see more people come through and just have fun with the RP experience ^^ im thinking about making a side blog to poke the bonfires onto just for ease of function/ finding as a 'setting' location for people to pop their holiday art/ drabbles/ etc into thats not as fancy / a little more comfortable to those who are new to the ftc or dont have as much experience with the larger event 'parties'

If youve made it all the way to the bottom and actually read this reply with a spider for spooky month lol

in all seriousness though i do appreciate everyones patience with me especially with the past few months and sticking around and being my friends. i love yall <> ~Kanny

[friendlyfox34]

So after a bunch of brainstorming, I thought up a concept for a whole entire FNF x LWM&F mod.

Monday Morning Minglin'

Week 1 - Pandora's Fox (Mingle and Friends week)

Boyfriend Vs. Mingle - Good Morning

Boyfriend Vs. Dingle and Donk - Best Buddies

Boyfriend Vs. Boyfriend (TBD) - Dude With The 'Tude

Boyfriend Vs. Mingle, Dingle, Donk and Boyfriend (TBD) - Mingle's Friendship Challenge

Week 2 - Chilling In The Back (Neighbors week)

Pico Vs. Fourbot - Going Four-th

Pico vs. Two Undyne - Back for Seconds

Pico Vs. X Sans - X-ecute

Pico Vs. Tony, Tin-E and Large Charge - Tiny or Tall

Pico vs. Fourbot, X Sans, Two Undyne, Tony, TIN-E and Large Charge - Metallic Madness

Week 3 - Gone (Creepypasta Week)

Wandou vs. Mingle - Where Is Everyone?

Wandou vs. Sad Mingle - Ditched

Wandou vs. Boozed Mingle - Escapism

Wandou and Donk vs. Angerholic Mingle - Angerholic

Wandou and Dingle vs. Depressed Mingle - Rock Bottom

Week 4 - M1N6L3-15-60N3 (Pibby Week)

Boyfriend vs. M1N6L3 - Sour Notes

Boyfriend and Pibby vs. D1N6L3 4ND D0NK - Best Friends Forever

Boyfriend, Pibby, Alloy Boy and Melira vs. M1N6L3, D1N6L3, D0NK, B0YFR13ND (TBD) 4ND F0UR807 - The Last Lesson

Week 5 - dimgel ges troled :( (Tails Gets Trolled Mingle Mix)

Edward vs. Dingle - Worthless Worm (Talentless Fox Mingle Mix)

Edward vs. Mingle - Apology Impossible (No Villains Mingle Mix)

Edward vs. Donk - Go Away Mohterfukcers (Die Batsards Mingle Mix)

Boozed Tony vs. Boozed Donk - Drunxcavator (High Shovel Mingle Mix)

Max vs. Angry Mingle - Punishment Day (Taste For Blood Mingle Mix)

Freeplay:

Boyfriend vs. Boyfriend (TBD) - Confronting Yourself Mingle Mix

mingle.jpeg vs. Garfield - Abuse Mingle Mix

Boyfriend (TBD) vs. Mingle 135, Soul Dingle, Soul Donk and Soul Fourbot and X Sans - Mingle is Missing! (Mario is Missing Mingle Mix)

Mingle vs. Donk vs. Dingle - Pasta Night Mingle Mix

Mingle vs. Spongebob Squarepants vs. Lola (Charl8e and Lola) vs. Doki - Cross-Channel Chaos (Cross-Console Clash Mingle Mix)

Mingle vs. Luan Loud - Besties (Buddies Mingle Mix)

Boyfriend vs. Mingle - Friendly (Good Morning Old)

Shart Mingle vs. Shart Donk, Shart Dingle, Shart Boyfriend, Eduardo and WB Splatter Tom - Shitpost

D-Side Boyfriend vs. Johnny - G'Day (Good Morning D-Sides)

Kaity/Female Boyfriend vs. Mark - Good Morning Mirrorverse Mix

Boyfriend vs. Mingle and Martha - Challeng-MINGLE (Challeng-EDD Mingle Mix)

Wow! I really like those ideas!