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harbingersglory · 4 months ago

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i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).

#minors dni #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #misc #arlecchino smut #arlecchino x reader #arle the stone butch that u r mwah #im a stone butch but im a stone butch with an exception #and the exception is arle he can do whatever he wants 2 me #obligatory mention that this isnt a genderbend. arle isnt a man here. thumbs up #hes just a butch. respect ur local butches 2 day!#anyway arle wearing the harness over his pants propaganda #its soooooooo #twirls hair. sir.#yall remember that tmasc arle thing i talked abt a bit ago. this is just that w bunny arle ough..#tmasc arle w a breeding kink who cant breed reader got me acting up like PLEASEEEEEE #i need normally super dignified arle to be so desperate he starts whimpering bc he wants to breed reader so bad it makes him look stupid #has this been done yet. g-d i hope so. i will ascend #tmasc bunny arle destroying every piece of furniture in the hoth in his efforts can i can a F 2 pay respects #i loveeeeeeeeee dignified super serious arle okay. is arle whimpering a little ooc. maybe #but he deserves to whimper!!!!! let him be pathetic okay thats my pookie :(#tmasc stone butch arle could fix me though i need. 2 write a proper fic abt rthis #arle is more like a hare but its also funnier 2 imagine he just presents himself as a hare so know no one knows hes a silly little guy #grabs his ears. free handlebars!!!!!!!!!#(disclaimer i am not responsible for what happens if u do)#okay ill shut up now I PROMISE...maybe.

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moviestarmartini · 10 months ago

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where she goes. — brahim díaz x reader.

tranquilita tu siempre te roba el show / una perversa le vo'a dar dembow / si se pone en cuatro i go where she goes.

summary: (based on this request) you slept with brahim full knowing he only did it to get over his ex. when he comes asking for more you decide to ignore him and disappear, full of pride. too bad he knows where to find you.

wc: 2.6k

warnings: yet again basic sentences in spanish (some i translated), nsfw (18+), stubborn mfs, alcohol consumption, prideful mfs, unprotected sex but what's new (not endorsing it!!!!), p in v, fingering, dom!brahim, he's a bit mean here whoops, spanking (nothing too extreme i promise), praise, aftercare, he's a lil shit here.

A/N: i stalled for a second but i'm so happy how this turned out !! thank you reina @thelvsickgirl for the request mwah mwah i hope you like it 🤍

now playing... where she goes by bad bunny

You stared at the messages in disbelief. You knew very well you were just a rebound, and though it was very well the best fuck of your life, you doubted if that was the case for him too. It was just your ego controlling your every thought, embarrassed you were the second option for him to come back to every time he found himself lonely. After not long consideration, you decided to listen to your pride and ignore the messages.

Brahim stared back at the blue gray check marks, noticing how you went online on and off but no typing. There was no true intention to reply, thus meaning you didn’t want to respond, and you wanted him to know that. The same sense of pride invaded the two of you. ‘Fine. If she can ignore me, I can ignore her back. Game on.’ and he ignored you ignoring the messages, chest puffed with toxic dignity.

But it wasn’t easy, not as much as he’d imagined. Each time he closed his eyes to rest, the ghost of your body haunted him, and he yearned to have your tits smothering his face once again as you bounced up and down the length of his cock. When he passed by the living room the carpet was still soaked in a stain remover from the red wine you spilled that night, the same one that had gotten you tipsy and stained your blouse, prompting you to remove it.

And then, as the situation escalated, he replayed it in the same exact way in his mind until he tore himself away from the thought and moved on. Moved on to the thought of what you were up to; if you were seeing someone else, someone that had your voice stuck in the back of your throat like he did.

Even some considerable time later, he just gave into the urges, the need to see your ass bouncing against his pelvis when he ordered you to get on all fours just to ram you from behind. He knew you well enough to know you were going to be at that club that night, so he sat and waited patiently, being a wingman to his own friends as he waited upon your arrival.

And God, it did not disappoint.

You sauntered in as if you walked into your own living room, the act was flawless as you stole gazes and forced them to look at you. But Brahim couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed you were only looking back at him. He watched as you hurriedly excused yourself from your group of friends and trotted over with those stiletto heels, sitting in the empty chair next to him.

“Stalking me now, aren’t we?” You muttered, calling the bartender over. You couldn’t even bother as Brahim raised his hand to catch his attention first.

“Un espresso martini para la señorita; lo agregas a mi cuenta.” ‘A espresso martini for the lady; add it to my tab’ The corner of your lip twitched as he knew exactly what you wanted. That also came true as he placed his hand on your knee, caressing a scar from the time you rolled down a hill when you were six.

“When are you giving me another chance, huh?” He inched closer, searching for your eyes. “I came all this way…” He thanked the bartender with a nod, giving you enough space to sip on your drink. “I surrender, okay?”

You laughed, not even knowing what type of war you found yourselves in. “Surrender to what? ¿Qué está pasando por esa cabecita tuya, Brahimi?” You hummed disinterestedly, taking a long sip before placing the glass down. But there wasn’t any type of humor in Brahim’s eyes, not even with the nickname. He leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours.

He seemed to straighten up and almost fix his attitude towards you, clearing his throat and brushing his hair back. “Can we… talk somewhere more private? My car, maybe?” He offered, eyes full of regret.

You convinced yourself for the past month or so you weren’t going to give in so easily. You knew it was just sex, all his compliments and excuses were the pathway straight into his bed, or his couch, or the kitchen counter. But there you were, gulping down the last of your drink before getting dragged out of there, hurriedly texting your friends.

You sat in his car, the air thick as the engine roared awake. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” You turned to him, still playing hard to get. The act dissolved the second he crashed his lips in yours furiously. “Ay princesa…” He sighed against your lips, his hands messing up your hair. “I want to feel that pussy again.”

The nod you gave him was enough for the man next to you behind the wheel to break almost seven traffic laws on his way back to the apartment, and you squirmed on your seat, extremely turned on.

The walk to the elevator was fuzzy, but as soon as you got inside, he almost slammed you against the wall with the rough push, subsequently having his lips take yours. It was sloppy, his lips and surrounding areas tinting in your lipstick, hands exploring under your dress to the point you wondered if he’d gotten you naked entirely.

He was hungry, insatiable almost. When you reached his floor, the door wasn’t even closed, and you believed he knew how tightly you were wrapped around his finger. You stumbled inside to reach his living room couch, the same place where it all began a few weeks ago.

You sat in his lap, legs to either side of his body. His hands forced you to arch your back, clothes chests against each other. “Take off that dress. Keep the heels,” He ordered, pulling your hands away and letting you stand. He wanted a show, and you gave him just that. Your eyes didn’t leave his as you unzipped the little black item, letting it slowly slip down your body and pool at your feet. You brushed your hair to the side, giving him those eyes that chanted ‘slut me out!’ over and over again.

“Who’s been seeing you in those?” He pointed with his nose to the lacy items that dressed your body under the regular items. He parted his legs, his growing boner becoming more evident.

“You know I wear these to feel pretty.” You replied with equal sass, and he tutted, leaning back. “What?” He saw right through you, and that was only part of it, not the entirety. With no other reply he patted his lap, inviting you to sit in it again.

You knew better than to disagree, and as soon as you placed your legs on either side of his body, he captured your lips in his. The kiss was frenzied, he grabbed the plush of your ass and kneaded it. The groping made you grind on his lap, the excuse of a piece of fabric rubbing against his clothed boner.

Brahim broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more. But he kept you away, holding you tenderly by your jaw, but still squishing your cheeks a little. “Don’t lie to me, mamita,” He cooed, voice dripping with sweetness before a smack filled the air, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Who’s been seeing you in that lingerie?”

“No one, I swear!” You whined, writhing under another spank to your ass. “I kept wearing it in case I ran into you. I never got the courage to get on with someone else.” You heard a small laugh come from him, and sweet pecks soon placed at your chest.

“Was that so hard to admit?” Brahim brushed your hair back with the palm of his hand, almost petting you. “Too bad you were just a lil’ too stubborn to text me back, eh amor?” His nose brushed against your neck, now depositing the sweetest kisses down its length. His hands played with the clasp of your bra, and it brought small giggles to your slips that mixed in with the moans.

But the giggles didn’t last long as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them. “Fuck, I missed these,” He groaned, his lips applying sucktion on your shoulder. Surprised, your hands brushed the short strands in the back of his neck before tangling into the longer ones at the top.

“Eres mía, ¿oíste?” Once his hands left your breasts, his fingers brushed against the newly formed mark. You nodded, breath hitching when his fingertips descended down your torso, hand stuffing inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction at your wetness, grazing lightly at your clit. His eyes dissected the way you could barely stay straight, sinking further into his clothed thighs. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

But the way he stared at you also meant he wanted a vocal answer, and with a trembling voice you reassured him, “So good, I swear,” His movements were painfully slow, until he moved his hand further down to tease your entrance. You nodded in consent, feeling two digits push inside. But there he was again moving slowly, taking his sweet time.

“I’m sorry, is that not enough?” It was as if he was making fun of your moans turning into whining between low chuckles. “Ride them. C’mon.” The situation itself already seemed bizarre, how you ran into him when you most wished you did, only for him to have you completely under his control. You didn’t question him, taking the free pass and allowing yourself to get off, hips rolling on the digits he pumped inside you. You threw your head back, moving upwards and back down again continuously, your slick soon gathering in his palm.

The moment he curled his fingers to hook against that ragged spot, heat rose up your body, stomach tickling. Your movements became frantic, eyes glassy as you began to crave that release… only for him to remove his hand from under you, leaving you speechless. He licked his fingers clean with such care, big puppy eyes looking up at you.

“Cum on my cock, please,” He guided your hand to squeeze the clothed bulge, shivering under your touch. You didn’t waste any time undoing the item, and he helped you out by sliding it— along with his underwear— to rest at his lower thighs. You licked your lips, watching the pink tip leak pre-cum, but decided on kissing him first, hand undoing the buttons of his black shirt.

But there wasn’t any time to fully remove the item as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Vamos, princesa.” He encouraged you to sink down the length, his other hand caressing your side. You looked up

at him, only to find his pair of eyes looking back fueled with passion.

That was enough motivation to check he was correctly lined up before sinking down. A groan in unison burst through the four walls, the grip of hands settling on your sides tightening. You hid your face in his neck, getting used to the stretch. Your bare chest against his own, and for a second you swore you could feel his heartbeat.

It didn’t take long for you to start bouncing up and down his length, wanting to finish off the job. You were going to grant his wish, the fluids already rolling down to soak the couch a little. He groaned, feeling that peculiar pulsing of your walls, his hands maintaining a hard grip on your waist.

“Don’t give up on me now, you’ve been doing so great.” Brahim praised, noticing how the build up had thrown off your rhythm. “Let me help.” He urged, positioning your bodies before he thrusted upwards. It was fast and fierce, your moans hitting a higher decibel as he tipped you off towards your orgasm.

But he didn’t stop, he barely slowed down to give you time to recover before going back to that relentless pace, your head dropping and resting against his shoulder blade. “Mírame” He demanded, his hungry eyes meeting your infatuated ones before he pulled you into a kiss, stopping his thrusts while fully inside you.

A sloppy makeout, tongues tangled, teeth clashing lightly every once in a while. His cock filled every crevice, his hands explored every inch while you finally removed the button up fully. Without even giving you a warning he switched, and you were under him. “La más bella de todo Madrid, eh my love?” He cooed, hands running down your sides as he took every inch displayed in front of him.

You couldn’t help but blush, scoffing a little. “Ponte en cuatro,” He asked so nicely you couldn’t decline, hearing how he took off his bottoms, giving you space to get on your hands and knees. Then you could feel him behind you again, giving your ass a light smack before he leaned down to kiss one of your buttcheeks.

A loud crack followed, and you gasped, looking back at him. “¿Enserio Brahim? This is the second pair! You can’t break things you didn’t pay for.” He tore the lacy thong to shreds easily, ripping it off your body. He only smiled sweetly, blowing you a kiss accompanied by a wink before he was back inside you, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The loud moans and groans— almost pornographic— filled the space once more. Your back arched as your arms gave out, the second release hitting you like a train.

Brahim couldn’t help but admire your figure as he hit it from the back, a small smile sneaking in from behind his parted lips. He leaned down and circled his arm around your hip to press two fingers on your perked clit, already stimulated enough. Your thighs shook, breath getting stuck in your throat. He had never been a selfish lover, and you knew he wanted you to cum again at the same time he filled you up to the brim.

“Fuck— fuck, that’s it, one more baby,” He praised as you came undone under him, your legs giving you. He pounded you into the cushions, kissing the back of your shoulder blades. The squeeze your pussy gave him was more than enough to tip him over the edge, glorified chants of your name overshadowed your whimpers.

In no time he had you cradled in his arms, holding you close against his chest. “Stay the night with me, please,” He nuzzled into your cheek, and you agreed between half lidded eyes.

You still left the following morning before he could wake up, knowing this was something still casual. He was still trying to get over his ex, and you were the closest person he could do that with; your convictions haven’t changed, even when he spent all night spooning you with his face buried in your neck.

“You’ve got something waiting on your desk,” One of your coworkers announced as you clocked in on Monday, the others giggling. Curious, you walked slowly to your space to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a black box with a pink satin bow.

You smiled at your coworkers innocently, sitting down to check what was inside the box. Your ears burned as your eyes fell upon the brand new lacy underwear. You closed the box without making much fuss to not attract any attention, checking the note resting on the outside.

‘ picked them myself so i can break them in peace.

see you friday, princesa.

— yours, BD. ‘

#i was going to post this later but i got too excited #𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼✽ — writing !#brahim diaz #brahim diaz x reader #maybe i should start a bad bunny song fic series #who knows #football x you #football x y/n #football x reader #football smut #football fic

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methoughtsphantom · 6 months ago

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plot bunnies about an idea i don’t have enough motivation juice to write. red hood identity reveal variety

smol jason

So, Red Hood reclutantly working alongside the Bat to take down a child trafficking ring when he is hit with a de-aging spell. It even isn’t the first time Batman encountered the end of this particular spell so he already knows the victim would have no recollection of their memories, so he protects the now child (he guessing 11 estimate age) and guides him through the panic of not being able to take off the Red Hood helmet. the one that canonically has a bomb in it (cause older Jason is a dramatic bitchTM) so like, Batman catches the child’s prying fingers and takes them away from the latches because Hood has implied the existence of a bomb and that’s enough for dread to set in his gut. Bruce gently coaxes the child to let him confirm this with a device he takes out of his belt and raises it eye level to the kid’s head. It beeps. And B feels the ground sweep out under him. Because indeed this child has a bomb to his head. (and he’s suddenly hearing another bomb go off in the distance and a warehouse and —)

anyways, B ends up taking (read kidnapping) this twelve year old to the Batcave so they can pry off the helmet and I can only picture the ANGST because this is Jason and Bruce each unaware of who the other is. Jason still lives in the streets in his mind according to him and well, according to B, he’s dead. So they start bonding, kinda awkwardly at first cuz of the helmet’s voice modulator, but Jay at that age (at any rlly) was a spitfire and like he genuinely makes B forget this is a crime lord for a second (kinda difficult to that when the kid is stuck in the helmet) but whatever. I can only see Jason being his cautious self but kinda being at ends here because he kinda does need Batman’s help to get this thing off him, so he can only, just like narrow his eyes when the Bat approaches him for a blood sample. (“Need to check for magic residue, lad.”)

(Jason’s only allows this because he has a knife he found in the clothes he’d was drowning in earlier)

As u can guess, Bruce was obviously lying and wanted to run the blood sample to see if it matched any from his database (as the Red Hood has also implied that they have met before)

Anyways Bruce just gets the alert that the blood reading was finished almost at the same time they can pry the helmet off, and because he got a little attached, he just wants to see the face of this lively if wary teenager that has the same name as his (dead) son. (he managed to pry it from him earlier, how, i dunno) It’s literally Bruce’s martyr and huge guilt-complex that goes like ‘ah yes let me see the face of a child that was failed so throughly by the people who should’ve taken care of him’. So they pry off the helmet and then Bruce feels like he’s been doused by cold water. it’s like he’s staring at the ghost of his dead son again, the image completed with ruffled hair, slightly upturned lips and blue guarded eyes that look up to him with recognition but not recognition.

Bruce immediately hardens, shuts down any hope he can feel rushing in and desperately tries to close the dam and let his confusion and rage turn into anguish. “Who are you?”

The boy—the imposter quickly tracks the 180 demeanor change and immediately goes defensive. A painfully familiar scowl appears in his face.

“I’m Jason, I already told you that, what, your old age catching up to you?”

Batman stalks closer and then the boy’s taking two steps back for every one the Bat takes. He tracks the loose outline of a hand closing in tightly around the hilt of a knife in the boy wearing his son’s face and he can only think how dare he.

“Lies! You’re not my son! Who are you?”

Heart in throat, Jason struggles to keep distance between him and the towering black shadow that’s so angry he can sense it in his very bones. He doesn’t understand.

He doesn’t.

“I-I my name’s Jason. Jason Todd. My father is Willis Todd, not—not, Batman.”

And there’s that for the little snippet. Sorry this is so disjointed😭. After that’s just the mental image of Dick cutting in with Zatanna trailing closely behind him and being all “Hey I got your message about a de-aging spell and—“ and just stopping at the scene.

Because that’s Batman towering over a clearly scared kid. Said kid using the distraction to try and stab Batman. The action clearly enraging Batman—that doesn’t make any sense?! B would never— Dick immediately sprints into action and steps in between the two.

like Dick just giving his back to the kid and not seeing. Batman clearly shaking his head in denial and snarling, treating the kid like his crime lord self and Dick not understanding. Having to receive help from Zatanna to get the kid the hell out of here (but like where would they even take him? The manor??)

Zatanna just takes them to the other side of the cave and takes note of the teenager. How he has a dead grip on a red helmet and his gaze is stuck upon it.

Meanwhile Dick has to physically restrain Batman from going after the kid and he raises his voice just enough to demand what the hell is happening?? Why is there a kid in the Batcave? …Batman??? Report. As he is demanding answers Dick had slowly loosen his grip on his dad only to now found him staring at his gauntlet’s data hologram.

The information displayed? 99.98% Match confirmed to Jason Peter Todd.

So as this is clearly pure angst, I want Jason to lash out, sticking only to Zatanna only to realize she’s the magic user that’ll quote on quote will return him back to normal.

Jason is just like on really uneven ground here, even though he doesn’t think he’s ready to retur. But then Batman is just like “Jaylad” … “Jay…” and taking off his cowl and reaching up to him and looking at him like he knows him, like he’s something fragile and precious. Which is sooo fucking jarring you can understand. Jason internally is all what the fuck

Jason just wants them to back off. Jason is an overwhelmed bean. He looks up to Nightwing for help but the man is also mirroring the Bat, domino off and eyes suspiciously bright.

Zatanna is literally the only person in the room not emotionally compromised. She’s with Jay in the ??? train.

Suddenly she looks down and there’s the little boy whose eyes are pleading in helpless confusion. Eyes practically conveying the question you can return me back to normal right?? he pointedly doesn’t rip his eyes from hers as Zatanna puts a hand on his shoulder, pretending she doesn’t notice how he trembles and wordlessly asks if he’s sure.

cut scene

Bruce interrupts because information overload and he can’t compartmentalize this is too important and he and Dick stop Zatanna to which she too is ?? because that was literally what she was called for here. Dick is no help.

Dick is torn.

#jason todd #additional angsty route the sequel #B honest to god debating over returning jay to his normal age #turning the question round and round over how the hell did his baby boy turn into a crime lord???#(he’s having a moral battle with himself)#me: *wacks him* because his SON is right there HUG HIM #instead of asking irrelevant questions tt #but yeah triple angst for Jason because it’s a whole different type of hurt that his dad wouldn’t want him as he is #he’s not twelve anymore he died and he deserves to make amends with that #he came over the other side and he deserves people who accept him ragged over the edges as he is now😭😭#seriously I super apologize for having u guys read this disjointed piece of an outline #if you made it all over here that is #JSJ is cause i first put this on discord and so on tumblr format it got a little skewed #anyways #the plot bunnies attack again and i can’t write the movie #and i got a whole saga stacked #batman #dc #bruce wayne #dick grayson #zatanna #they’re all having a bad time your honor #fic outline #red hood #de aging #de aged jason

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springlock-suits · 5 months ago

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Ballpit Springdad fans should read the book, he's very much less murderous to oswald there if I remember correctly

#hes chilling. vacuums at some point. sleeps with oswalds mom #and i cant remember him ever chasing ozzy or outright trying to kill him. not until like the climax i guess #i have. a very bad memory to be fair #andwhile youre at it you should read bunny call and write a fic where springdad takes waldo to the camp and meets ralpho and-#*i am forcibly removed from stage*#into the pit

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mychaosart · 1 year ago

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I was going to do more but ended up getting bored of working on this one.

A scene from the latest chapter of @buttery-chaos s mychaos fic "very good bad thing" :)

(IbispaintX mobile)

#VGBT #very good bad thing #mysterion #chaos #mychaos #sp bunny #sp art #professor chaos #people complain about my art being too dark but raising the brightness when I draw hirts my eyes #so I raised the brightness after I finished drawing. there.#my art #fic art

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bunnyflrt · 8 months ago

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its i wanna be held oclock!! i wanna be naked and tucked into their embrace!! i want back rubs and a hand on my belly for my cramps!! i want to be babied!! if i get needy i want a strap gently eased into my cunt and my hair played with until i fall asleep!! is this so much to ask for!!

#i blame period comfort fics for this post #i want to be held so bad :((((#bunny speaks #nsft #nsft text #nsft txt #trans nsft #autistic nsft

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liontalon1 · 2 months ago

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Please convince me not to start another wip I’ve already got two time travel Echo stories in the works not counting the fandoms I’m not currently active in (Izuna’s Field Trip still haunts me). I don’t need to add an Echo dimensional travel to the list.

But it’s such a fun idea, so we’re dealing with Tantiss Echo in his ugly stormtrooper armor, knife in the back, toxic gas in his lungs. Mid fight he turns and runs into a wall suddenly finding himself in a random hallway, hears footsteps and does what any self respecting 501st raised ARC would do.

While hiding in the vents, very familiar vents, he sees 501st troopers. Eventually coming across a very unfamiliar familiar ARC trooper.

Yeah things dont go well.

Echo’s a little shit on a good day, this isn’t a good day and he’s not entirely convinced that this isn’t some hallucination from Hemlock’s drug. So he gives his number ARC-1409 (head cannon arcs are assigned new numbers to get over the 21-0408/1409 debate), pisses strange ARC off because that’s his number.

This universe Fives and Echo never made it off Rishi, never met Rex or Cody. Hevy became an ARC, Droidbait became a medic Coric’s second even, Cutup never specialized but is a highly valued member of Torrent.

Ripple effects galore most of which are my own head cannons, but yeah.

Imagine seeing your long dead brothers, but they’re wrong. You tend to look back at the dead with rose tinted glasses, these three have been allowed to grow, learn, lose, become battle hardened troopers. The same way Fives and Echo were vastly different from Kamino. But not seeing that gradual change and just being slapped in the face with it. It’s like seeing a stranger wearing your brothers skin.

It bothers Echo a lot, just as he bothers the others (Hevy especially, those two were at each others throats on Kamino from what we saw), but he doesn’t tell anyone who he is as they work to save the galaxy.

Now if only they could figure out who killed the Chancellor.

#star wars the clone wars #the bad batch #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #domino squad #fic ideas #plot bunny #swtcw #tbb #i need to stop daydreaming #no more wip

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thebluestbluewords · 8 months ago

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Excerpt from Establishing Council of the United Sovereignties of Auradon, General Meeting Minutes, Early Spring, year XXXX

Motion #22: Villainous Uprising: King Adam of Rouen-Metz

King Adam presented to the council the current status of the villain uprising, which now controls the kingdom of Atlantica, the border with Waverly City to the east, and the border with Astoria to the west. The troops dispatched by the United Sovereignties upon our last meeting have been returned to their respective kingdoms in the form of a large quantity (roughly equivalent by weight to the bodies of the soldiers originally dispatched) of black sand.

In light of this development, King Adam proposes that the council dispatch the full military forces of Auroria and Charmingdale to disburse the villain uprising and recover control of Atlantica.

Princess Briar Rose of Auroria proposed a second division of troops, in order to lessen the burden on specific kingdoms within the United Sovereignties.

King Adam reminded Princess Briar that the current troops were returned in ashes, and suggested that perhaps this abject failure at quashing the villains was due to the scattered nature of the previous defense. Furthermore, he brought to the council the proposal of sending all of the troops from each of the united sovereignties in waves so that if the first were to fail once again at suppressing the forward motion of the villains, the second could have an encampment prepared a short distance away so as to avoid the constant moving a troops into position while the villains march forward.

The council approved the deployment of a united force from the kingdoms of Auroria, Charmingdale, and New London, to attack on the current front lines. An additional contingent will dispatched from each of the other kingdoms in the United Sovereignties who holds a standing military force, to establish a breakpoint in the kingdom of Westerly should the villains evade the front line deployment. Motion approved 16-2, 1 abstained.

#my fic #descendants #this is something I may or may not follow through on but the plot bunny DEMANDED to be heard #I am constantly fascinated by the ways that the isle might have been established #and how it might have seemed like a mercy at the time.#so. trying to build to that.#(Adam knows what being treated as a monster can do to a man. Adam cannot bear to kill so many who participated in the uprising.)#(imprisonment would be a kindness. It would allow them space to change. to learn.)#Adam has responsibilities to the kingdom that he is uniting under the banner of his protection. he cannot abandon them.#if he shuttles the fruit of the unburned fields out to the isle where the villains are waiting and leaves his own people to starve #does that make him as bad as they are??#he cannot save everyone #and. looking over the bodies of the men he led against the villains. he’s not sure that he wants to.

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darth-kote · 2 months ago

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Must... Must write smth very filthy and sensory-related at 79s. Or at some other club in the lower levels. Smth about those neon lights and the juxtaposition of all the sin and debauchery below the most pristine-looking place in the entire galaxy... very inspiring.

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cowpokeomens · 1 year ago

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A moodboard with zero context about the Thing I am currently working on! Enjoy

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader #bad omens smut #bunny speaks

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gucciwins · 2 years ago

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bentio, bel, and harry interaction 🤭 pleaseeeeeee

how could I not 🥰 my two favorite men

“You won’t believe who asked about attending tonight?” You tell Harry as you sit in his dressing room, classical music playing as Harry tries his best to relax for the show tonight. After ripping his pants last night, his nerves are at an all-time high. You understood it can be vulnerable but were happy he could laugh it off.

“Who? Viola, no uh, Kelly Clarkson, Rosalia, Jennifer Aniston,” he teases, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she was attending.”

You laugh because his reaction is priceless. He was quick to blow her a kiss. Not even you got one that early into the show. “It was worth it for your reaction.” Jeff made sure Anthony got photos of the exact moment. “Anyways, back to my question, you guessed wrong.”

“Will you tell me?”

“It’s Benito,” you breathe out.

“Bad Bunny? He wanted to come to a show?” Harry asked, surprised.

“No, amor. He is coming.”

Harry turns away from the mirror to look at you, “does that mean you won’t be in the back tonight with everyone?”

You grimace, “I can be.”

He sighs, “it’s okay.”

“H, if you want me down there where it’s safe. I'll do it if Antonio has easier access to my safety.”

Harry knows you’re careful each night that fans are now quick to spot you no matter how much you like to feign that you blend in. Your security has begun to join you more, something Harry insisted on and Viola. Jeff even chimed in that it would be good, and you knew you were outnumbered. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, love.”

You trust him, and Harry comes over and lays his head in your lap. “Will you read to me?”

“Don’t have my book.”

“Oh, I can grab mi–”

You’re quick to shake your head, “nope, no thanks.”

Harry sighs, “fine, fine.”

Instead, you settle in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. It seems that from here on out, it’ll be constant travel and work. You hate being away from Harry, but you never let yourself focus on that and instead enjoy the moments you are with him.

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Harry was a shining star on stage tonight. He reminded you of a disco ball, and you enjoyed seeing him prancing around the stage. You can’t help but stand up for the majority of the show, always happy to dance along with Harry as if there wasn’t a room of thousands of people between you.

It’s Harry’s brief intermission where he speaks with the crowd, and you take the time to sit down. Benito lets you know he’s having fun, and it’s the best news.

“My girlfriend is in the audience tonight. She’s with a good friend of hers.” Harry tells the audience, loving when a chant of the room echoes through the room. “Hope you’re having a good time.” He is quick to point you out, having spotted you the moment he rose from the stage.

She mouths they are. Benito sent him a thumbs up. “Well, I can’t really hear you, but I will assume you are. If not, then you can tell me all about it when I’m not working,” he teases. Harry blows them a kiss, and you pretend to catch him and place it against your chest. “That wasn’t for you,” he chastises. You pout, and his laugh rings loud through the microphone. “Alright, moving on. Have fun, Bel.” Benito sends Harry love, forming a heart with his hands.

“He’s funny.”

You shrug, “only a little.”

Benito laughs, turning to speak to his friend for a moment. Harry always makes you feel special in a room full of thousands. Yet, you’re the one who’s always able to hold his attention. It was hard to pick your favorite part of the show. Each night something else manages to stand out and become a new favorite. Undoubtedly, “Sushi” was the perfect song with the horns and “YMCA” intro. It gets everyone out of their seats and begins dancing like clockwork when your friend Benito stands up.

“Me encanta!” Benito shouted.

“¡Es increíble! Me da gusto,” you squeeze his arms in thanks but quickly turn your attention back to Harry.

It’s a night to remember. Even more memorable when Harry takes you home and has his way with you because although he knows Benito is a friend, he can’t help but get jealous. He reminds you that night you’re his, just like he is all yours.

#harry styles #love on tour series #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic rec #harry styles one shot #bad bunny #harry x benito

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