#boomerang ball

[timethehobo]

Scribbling some KTJL charm ideas because sometimes you just gotta make merch yourself when there’s nothing official out there.

[ongawdclub]

H a l l e

B e r r y

[athina-blaine]

that one piece of writing advice where you should start a new draft and write down whatever you can best remember has been really helpful for me lately since I seem to be entirely helpless to do anything but let kabru yap in my first drafts like whatever you say gorgeous ♥️

[bottomless-brainrot]

its been over a week since release can we start being weird about the game now!

[bewitchedmold]

My dog is so homophobic she gets mad whenever a jjba character is on screen☹️

[falling-endlessly]

Boomerang (part 1)

Vox x Female!Ex!Overlord!Reader

Summary: When Vox proves incapable of cutting Valentino out of his sex life despite his many reassurances, you decide to break it off with him and leave for good. He doesn’t take it so well.

Just to be clear, reader is an artificial intelligence demon, looks super realistic and human-like, but is actually composed of nanotechnology. She was human once though, like all of the other sinners.

INSPIRED BY THIS POST

Part 2—> Chapter Index

"Y/n?" Charlie poked her head through your door. "There's uh, someone here to see you."

You narrowed your eyes, rising from your bed. A bone-weary sigh escaped you. It was obvious who your supposed "visitor" was. "Did you tell him I'm busy?"

Charlie pursed her lips, looking down. Great, so that meant he was throwing a temper tantrum. And she wanted you to sort him out.

"Alright, fine," you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'm coming." She was generous enough to let you stay, after all. The least you could do was clean up your messes.

When you finally reached the main floor, Vox and Alastor looked about two seconds away from clawing each other's faces off. Cyan blue electricity was sparking along Vox's entire body, and Alastor's shadows curled dangerously behind him, ready to attack at his call.

Seeing him made a hot fury like no other claw its way up your throat. "What the fuck are you doing here?" You growled lowly, balling your fists at your sides.

At the sound of your voice, Vox immediately broke away from Alastor, a giant smile spreading across his screen. "Sweetheart! There you are!"

You stormed up to him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him harshly into a corner. You let go of him once you were sufficiently out of earshot of the others, crossing your arms and leveling him with a furious glare. "You have five seconds to explain yourself."

"Okay, let's just calm down for a second here," he chuckled, but it was an empty sound. "Is it really that weird for me to want to check up on you? After all, you kind of just disappeared," his smile strained.

"Has it ever occurred to you that the reason you couldn't find me was because I don't want to see you?" You smiled sardonically, patience running thin.

"Uh, what?" He laughed, but his smile was frozen. "Why would you not want to see me?"

That was the last fucking straw. "Are you that fucking delusional, Vox?" You snapped, poking him harshly in the chest. "When I said I was done, I meant it. This," you gestured between the two of you. "Is over. I'm done."

Vox twitched, electricity sparking off sporadically from his antennae. He stared at you in stunned silence, his breathing starting to pick up speed as he processed your words. His eyes searched your face for any sign that you were being untruthful, and when he found none, he glanced up at the small crowd of residents and staff gathered, only to lock eyes with a smug Alastor.

Vox's screen glitched, his features twisting in a rage. "So you're replacing me with the radio fucker now, is that it?"

"Oh, really?" You narrowed your eyes. "Just like you replaced me with Valentino?"

"That's different," Vox gritted out.

"Is it?"

"Yes, for one, Val isn't some archaic cannibalistic fucker with a vendetta against me!"

"Who has the vendetta against who here? Cause it seems like you're the one who can't let things go." You watched him splutter on his bullshit for a few seconds before you shook your head in exasperation, the pounding pressure increasing at your temples. "Alright, that's it, we're done here. Get out."

"Y/n," he narrowed his eyes. "You need to think about this."

"Oh I've had plenty of time to think," you grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to bare your teeth menacingly. "Now get out before I put a goddamn virus in your software Vox!" Your face pixelated from rage at the end of your sentence. You let him go with a harsh shove.

For a long moment nobody spoke, a tense silence blanketing over the two of you. You glared at him venomously, chest still heaving from your outburst. And him, he was looking at you like he'd never seen you before. Good, you thought spitefully. It's finally getting through to him.

Vox's mouth hardened into a thin line, his sharp claws nearly drawing blood from his palms. "Why here?"

You closed your eyes. "It’s not a forever thing. I just—I need to be away from everything for a little while, okay?" Everything that we've built together. Reminders of you. "No flashy shit, no fast life, no technology—"

"You're an A.I. model," he said dully.

"Yeah well, you win some you lose some," you sighed, rubbing at your temples. "Look, I don't want to say it again. Leave Vox, I'm serious."

For a hot second, it looked like you were ripping his entire world apart and stomping on the broken pieces, the way he looked at you so lost, before he hastily pulled himself back together. "Fine," he spat out. It sounded like it physically hurt him to say it.

He lifted his chin, adjusted his lapels, and stormed out of the hotel, slamming the door so hard it blew straight off of its hinges, blue sparks of electricity still sizzling from it.

For a few seconds, a thick tension suffocated the room, as everyone took the time to process the shit show they'd just witnessed.

"Well, that was fun!" Alastor's cheery voice punctuated the silence. You glared at him tiredly.

***

If you thought that he would give up like you so nicely asked, you were sadly mistaken.

Turned out it was just a pre-game warm up for this asshole.

At least thrice a week, he made sure to fuck up your peace somehow. Last time it was spray painting the entire hotel electric blue (how, you didn't even want to know). The time before that, it was trying to sneak some of his peeping gadgets in through the window. And the time before that, it was putting your name up on every billboard in the goddamn city with a red heart next to it.

Now, you stood incredulously in front of half of the hotel. As in, the other half was missing. Blown off by a fucking missile. You couldn't make this shit up if you tried.

"What the fuck is going on?" You gritted out, before taking a deep, calming breath.

Vox's electric laughter rang out from a speaker of unknown source. You turned angrily to face the open air.

"Pathetic," he jeered. "You still want to shack up with these losers, Y/n?"

You shook your head slowly, laughing in disbelief. "Wow," you said sarcastically. "You really showed us, didn't you? Feel better about yourself now?"

You punctuated your sentence with a glare, before turning and storming towards the remaining half of the building.

Vox watched you from twenty different angles across his screens. The moment you turned your back, his wide, toothy grin dropped, eyes squeezing shut. He slammed mute on his microphone.

“FUCK!” He banged a fist on the table, breathing heavily. It had been two weeks already, and you still hadn’t come back to him. He was getting desperate now.

A quick glance at the screen showed Alastor’s glitching picture. The radio bastard snapped his fingers with a raised brow, the missing half of the hotel repairing itself instantly.

“Fucking show off,” Vox growled raggedly.

He needed to change tactics. And fast.

***

Nothing. He had nothing.

No plans, no blueprints, no smart and suave moves to get you back.

Every scenario he ran through his head would inevitably end with you walking away from him. If only he could hypnotize you like with everyone else—but you were a tech demon, just like him. More advanced, even. Your firewalls were just too strong.

Vox poured himself another glass of scotch, solemnly glaring up at the ceiling in frustration.

A clawed hand clasped his shoulder, making him grit his teeth.

“You’re looking a little tense, Cariño,” Valentino purred, trailing his fingers up Vox’s neck. “I can help with that~”

Vox shrugged him off, annoyed. “Not in the mood, Val.”

But Valentino was undeterred. “Is this about Y/n?” He murmured, knowing he hit the nail on the head when the other demon tensed considerably. “What’s so special about that bitch anyway, hm? Is it the pussy? You know I’ve got whores lined up for you, baby. Just say the word and—”

“Fuck off, Val!” Vox exploded, electricity sparking in his eye. “I don’t want just any random bitch from the street, okay?! I want Y/n. I want her back,” he spat miserably.

Valentino went silent, his face twisting into a cruel expression. “Don’t you understand?” He growled. “She left you. Betrayed you. And she’s not coming back, ever. The sooner you see that and stop wasting your time, the better.”

He turned away, his heels clacking against the marble floors until the double doors swung closed behind him.

Vox let out a frustrated yell, arcs of electricity shooting out from him and shattering his expensive collection of drinking glasses to smithereens.

***

A tap sounded at your window, making you tense.

Slowly you approached it, generating a pistol from your nanotech and holding it tightly to your chest. You peered out of the blinds, only to find your ex dangling from the window sill.

“Holy shit!” You screeched, jumping back.

“A lil’ help?” he grinned lazily, reaching out for you. You grasped his hand, hauling him inside of your room.

The unmistakably pungent scent of alcohol invaded your senses, making your wrinkle your nose.

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you drunk?” You dragged a hand down your face.

“No,” he hiccuped, shaking his head vehemently, which caused him to lose balance. You grabbed his shoulders, righting him before he fell and broke his screen.

“Oh yeah,” his face lit up in realization, before he reached behind him, pulling out a bouquet of slightly squashed roses. “For you,” he slurred, offering them proudly.

You looked at them in exasperation, before taking them gently from his hands. Bringing them up to your face, you closed your eyes, sniffing them slightly. A sweet floral scent filled your senses as you regarded them.

“They’re pretty,” you remarked quietly.

“Yeah,” he grinned, your eyes flickering up to catch his. “But you’re prettier.” At your lack of reaction, his grin faltered, and he looked down.

“I…” he started, swaying slightly. “I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. “Don’t do this.”

“Please come home,” he continued, expression drooping sorrowfully. He clasped your hand, looking up at you pleadingly. “I’ll…I’ll do better, I promise.”

The ache in your heart grew almost unbearable the more you looked at him, so you averted your gaze. “Why don’t you ever say that when you’re sober?”

Vox let go of your hand, sliding down the wall until he landed on his ass. “Scared,” he mumbled.

You crouched down in front of him, lifting his hanging head from his arms. “Of what?” You said gently.

His eyes flickered up to yours, and the raw emotion nearly stole your breath away. “You still won’t want me.”

“Vox…” You closed your eyes, pained.

“Come home,” he whispered hollowly. “Please.”

“You know I can’t do that,” you said thickly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

He looked at you sadly, but resigned. “Yeah, I know,” he lowered his screen back into his arms. “…miss you,” he trailed off quietly, before soft whistling snores could be heard.

You dropped your face in your hands, breathing raggedly. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. You had almost fucking caved.

After a moment to compose yourself, you searched his pockets, pulling out his phone (he didn’t even change his password) and dialing a familiar number.

“What the fuck do you want now, Vox?” An irritated feminine voice answered the line.

“Velvette,” you said cooly. “I need a favor.”

****

Part 2 —> Chapter Index

[adobe-outdesign]

The newest episode of the Pokemon anime (HZ029) gave us some new Pokeballs for the first time in a while

this one is a boomerang, and its just as useless as that name implies

a rocket ball, ironically not related to team rocket

this one's literally just a bomb

I don't even think they explain this one it just looks cool as fuck

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

PLEASE YOUR HUSBAND

KINKTOBER DAY 29 - FACIAL WITH SHIVERING SOLIDER

Pairing.| Shivering Solider x fem!reader

Summary.| Your husband returns home distant, distraught and troubled. He questions your loyalty to him.

Warnings.| Dubcon, shellshock, head m!receiving, fingering, groping, humping, accusing.

Word count.| 2k

What was meant to feel like a blessing, being reunited with your husband, your family back at whole again, celebrating the succession of the war, had instead felt like cautiously walking through a landmine field. 

As the train arrived and the carriages emptied of soulless men in uniform, the perturbation left your mind as you recognised your husband at the docks, only to boomerang back to you. Most of the men had this same expression locked on, broken. Your dearest husband was included. Your feelings and emotions were quickly followed by neglect as your husband acknowledged his brother, Noah first. He primarily stared at you as if you were an unwanted stranger. When he mumbled your name, the tears flooding your eyelids split out down your cheeks. You cried out his name and latched onto him, his frame was stiff as you felt his chest rise and fall with shallow breathing. 

Your husband looked down to your toddler Harry who was holding onto your calf, almost completely hidden behind you. The little bubba he cradled was gone. Harry shared his eyes and your hair. Your husband knelt down to Harry and breathed slowly as he rubbed his cheek, his eyes twitched as he looked back up to his younger brother. 

The journey home was silent, your husband’s eyes wandering across the town he called home, yet none of it felt familiar anymore. Noah spoke to ease the awkwardness, however your husband would only give muttered blunt responses. 

Noah was a farmer, he was exempted from being drafted. But still suffered the consequences of the war. It was unknown if your husband was envious of him, being blinded to the scenes on the fields he walked which tormented his mind. 

As your husband got out of the car, staring blankly at your cottage, Noah looked back at you. 

“If you need anything, just call, yeah?” He asked, a hopeful smile on his lips. Your tears glistered your eyes as you quickly nodded. “Just give him a bit of time to adjust” Noah sighed. Noah’s arm reached back onto your shoulder and his look was filled with guilt and pity. When you looked out to your husband, he was staring at you two with a stern expression. 

That night, you cooked him dinner but he sat on the porch the whole night as he kept a cigarette in between his lips constantly. You sat anxiously in the lounge room, watching him through the window until you drifted off into an uneasy slumber. 

Noah’s words were empty of hope as the days rolled over into weeks. Harry was having a tantrum and you were failing to calm him down. Your lips trembled as you bounced him on your arm as you walked around in circles in his room. Your husband was asleep for once and this was the last thing that you needed. The way your heart was sucked in between your throat was stressful as you heard your husband’s heavy footsteps emerging. 

Your husband called out your name as you heard him creak on the floorboards. You whimpered out, begging your child to shush. “Can’t you fucking do anything!” Your husband bellowed, appearing in the doorway. 

His features were beet red, eyes strained as his hands formed into balls. Immediately, you spat out your sincere, raw apologies as you desperately tried to calm Harry. Your husband grunted out and closed in on you. 

“Give me him” he demanded with a huff. 

“It’s okay sweetheart I just-”

“Give him to me!” He roared, almost snatching his Harry off of you. As you stood there in shock, you watched your husband wrap his arms around your son and coo by his ear. His dark eyes snapped onto your tearing eyes. “Leave and go make yourself useful elsewhere” he ordered, spinning his heel away from you. 

Doing as you were told, you hurried out of the room and hid your eyes behind your sleeves. You tried to distract your storming thoughts by doing chores around the house, but Harry’s cries were stabbing at you. Eventually, your child’s tantrum mellowed out and the silence was just as agonzing. 

His footsteps overwrought your shivering body as he approached you. “Men are meant to return home to their obedient wives” your husband stated harshly as he leant against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“I am obedient” you sniffled. 

“You can’t even get a child to sleep, what type of mother does that make you?” He exasperated as he drew closer to you. 

“I can!” You argued defensively, your tone stricken by pain. 

“Quiet” he shushed as he pressed his fingers to your wobbling lips. 

His blue eyes lingered over your bare neck, the visible clearing of his throat made yours tighten. The same fingers on your lips gradually maneuvered down your neck, living a trail of goosebumps as his front began to merge with yours. Suddenly, he gripped onto your hidden breasts harshly and groaned out at the sensation. 

You gasped and pushed his hands away in an overhasty manner. He scoffed at you as he eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. In guilt of your initial reaction, your face cringed and shoulder curled in as he suddenly towered over you. 

“What? A husband can’t touch his wife?” he sarcastically questioned, his tone filled with spite. 

“No! It’s just…” you trailed off, his deadly stare caused your throat to go dry, mind blanking out of a reasonable response. 

“I see” he spat before storming out of the kitchen. 

Three days later, you drove Harry to stay with Noah and his wife, Penelope. Your husband had woken up in the middle of the night screaming and you struggled to calm him, too afraid to touch him. But when you did try to snap him out of it, he hit you and held your throat down onto the mattress. You pleaded for your life as his black as night eyes twitched. Right when you believed you would see the light, he let go and flew off of you. 

Harry stood in the doorway, crying as heavily as he physically could. You took a deep breath and went to comfort your child, your husband frozen against the wall as you hurried out of the bedroom. When Harry fell into a deep sleep, you found your husband back on the porch, a cigarette in between his lips as he sat in only his underwear. You urged him to come inside as he would freeze himself to death, but he ignored your presence. So you did all you could do, you pulled out your thickest blanket and hesitantly placed it over him. 

Later on when you had returned home from Noah’s, you firmly washed the dishes, sniffing as your tears rolled down your cheeks. You felt him lingering behind you, sensing his eyes watching you. There were slow creaks behind you and you shuddered as you felt his breath against the back of your neck. His arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he pressed your back to his chest. It was calming, the touch that you longed for so desperately. He kissed your neck and you found your head leaning back against him. 

“Tell me” he murmured as he kissed your neck again. You hummed submissively and closed your tired eyes. “How many men have you fucked?” he huffed, tightening his grip on your waist. 

Your body went stiff underneath him and you were lost for words. As you attempted to turn around to face him, he held you in place. The longer you struggled to form a response, the more you were filling his beliefs.  

“What, no, no I-” you stuttered as you felt your heart pound in your chest. 

“I know you did sweetheart” he countered, nibbling on the skin on your neck. You whimpered against him as your body trembled. 

“Darling no-” you shook your head, tears shedding from your stinging eyes. 

“Shush, obedient doting wives would jump on their husbands’ cock at first chance. I’ve been waiting to see you on your knees, but you’re avoiding me like a disease” he retorted, his hands now groping onto your tits. 

The tent in his pants was pressed against your ass as his hips slowly began to hump against you. The depths of his breathing was like he was a beast as he painfully massaged your breasts. His moans were rough, hands almost shaking from the lack of sexual desire his body had. 

“I didn’t want to disturb you… You’ve hardly spoken to me” you sniveled. 

“Was my service now an inconvenience for you?” he hissed, licking up to your jawline.  

“No! I didn’t mean it that way!” you shrieked. 

“Quiet” he ordered harshly and you obeyed. His hands scrunched up your dress, quickly roaming on your thighs. You grumbled out, your thighs naturally squeezing together as his fingertips teased your skin. “Do you know what I’ve sacrificed? To protect you? To protect Harry” he questioned, digits finding their way to your inner thighs. 

“Please, I” you stammered. 

“So, how many?” he questioned.

“None!” you yelped as he slipped his fingers under your panties. 

“You sure?” he taunted quietly, pushing his digits inside of you.

“Yes my love, I love you!” you swore, cheeks beet red and throat closing in.

A short beat. 

“Not even my brother?” he asked calmly. Your heart got caught in your throat. You tried to turn around once more but his hand kept your head to the front.

“Darling no!” You exclaimed. 

“I saw the way you looked at him, do you think I’m stupid?” He snarled.

“No! I only want you! I love you with all of my heart!” You promised, sobbing pathetically. 

Your husband hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid out, his fingers coated in your goodness. With a small step back, he guided you to turn around. Your big eyes glistered at him and he looked down at you. Slowly, his hand guided yours onto his erection and rubbed himself softly, a relieving moan trailing from his lips. 

“Then why don’t you get onto your knees and please your husband?” He suggested with a sly grin. 

Quickly, you fell to your knees, your hand quickly fumbled to free his length. His trousers were tugged to his knees by your needy hands. His cock flung out immediately, slapping your cheek in the process. You gulped, forgetting how large your husband was. Hesitantly, you stroked his hard member, observing the precum that leaked from his tip. It made your mouth water and you looked up to him for reassurance.  

Your tongue swirled over his thick tip. Hands rested on the back of his thighs to support yourself as you ran your tongue down his length. Your husband groaned out, his rough hands petted your hair in contempt. From the sparks of pleasure, he felt like his knees would buckle in. His hands slipped underneath your hair and supported the back of your head as he encouraged you to take him further. 

“Ugh! Fuck… Fucking lovely” he moaned out, feeling himself already climbing to the edge. 

It had been so long for him. He needed this, needed to feel you. Your humming sent vibrations down his throbbing length, he felt his posture curl in as his needy hips began to thrust painfully into your mouth. You gagged out, forcing your tongue to remain poked out. It had been so long for you both, your thighs pressed together as you could feel yourself drip. Your hand massaged his balls, his eyes rolled back from impact. His hands tugged roughly at your roots. 

“Gonna… Fucking gonna coat you” he grunted out as he felt his orgasm tease himself at the edge.

Quickly, he pulled out his length and pointed at your eyes. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as he jerked his wet dick quickly, his heavy moans and breaths echoed throughout the room. As he cried out, his white ropes shot at your face, coating your eyes, nose and mouth. He panted out, his hands untangling themselves from your hair. He smiled down at you and rubbed his hand over your face, smudging his semen over every inch, marking you as his. 

“Let’s go back to bed” your husband breathed out as he lifted you up. 

[chaotic-toasters]

Boomerang

Alanna Kennedy x Teen! R

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You don't know why you didn't say anything. You don't know why you didn't tell your mum that you were running out of your ADHD meds, but now you didn't have any more and you'd have to go to training without them.

"Y/N?" She called from the kitchen, voice echoing around the house. "We've gotta go, kiddo."

"I'm comin', I'm comin'," you grumbled. "Hold your horses, mother."

The defender flicked your ear teasingly. "Grumpy today, are we?"

You couldn't help but smile at the goofy grin on her face. "Only when you start yellin' for me even though we're not gonna be late."

The two of you slipped into the car, listening to the radio in an unusual silence.

"You alright there, baby?" your mum asked, glancing over at you where your hands were shaking in your hoodie pocket. "You're quiet today."

"Yeah, I'm good," you dismissed her concerns, twiddling your thumbs under the cover of your comfortable top. "When do you leave for the next Matildas camp?"

The question caught her off guard, making her forget about her previous statement. "In two weeks. You're on the roster, silly."

"Oh," you giggled sheepishly. "I forgot."

The rest of the drive was uneventful, though your mum did take offense to you jumping out of the car before she finished parking once you arrived at training. "Oi! Where you goin'?!"

"To find Hempo!" You yelled back, sprinting into the building to find your best mate at Man City. "She's fun!"

You could practically feel the offense radiating off your mum. "And I'm not?!"

"Eh."

"You cheeky little—"

"Hiii, Hempo!" You jumped on the older girl's back in excitement as she made her way to the changing room, a shit-eating grin on your face as she grunted from the sudden weight.

"Hiii, Y/N," the forward mocked, pushing the door open and carrying you into the room where some of the girls were already gathered. "How are you?"

"I'm good!" You chirped, jumping off of Lauren's back and somersaulting on the floor.

Your teammates paid you no mind, simply thinking you had a bit of extra energy. But as the day went on, you became more hyper and more restless.

"RAHHH!" you screeched, sprinting at Laia. "TIM TAMS!"

A hand snatched the back of your jersey, causing you to jerk back.

"Y/N," Steph scolded. "Calm down."

You grunted, hiding your ever-twitching fingers behind your back. "You and Mum are so boring."

"Her fingers are wiggling." Leila deadpanned.

You spun around, annoyed. "Shut up, Leila!"

Steph tutted disapprovingly. "I think someone didn't take their meds this morning."

Luckily, the whistle blew as the trainers called for a scrimmage, saving you from any further investigation.

Steph opened her mouth to say more, but you ran off to your position and clapped for the game to start. The skipper just shook her head, amused. She'd bring it up to your mum later.

-------------------

It hadn't even been ten minutes. To Steph's defense, you had been much calmer before the scrimmage, but you and Hempo were on opposite teams and your will to beat her only fueled your uncontainable energy.

"WAAAAAHAAAHA!" you yelled, sprinting down the field. "I'M A GONNA WIN!"

"Woahhh, slow down, Waluigi," Chloe reached out to grab you, but you just dodged her hold and continued your charge towards the ball. "Alex! Grab the kid!"

The Brit tried in vain to snatch you by the collar, but you only shook free and shrieked, "SHE'S A RUNNER SHE'S A TRACKSTAAAAR!"

Lauren screamed as you chased after her, leaving the ball abandoned in a futile attempt to shake you off. "WHERE'S ALANNA?! WHERE'S ALANNA?!"

"Seeing the physio," Demi said. "For her ankle."

Lauren screamed again, running like her life depended on it (it did). "GO GET HER! GO GET HER!"

"ARARARARARARARARARUFF!" you barked, your ADHD taking total control of your limbs and vocal cords. "AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAAIAIAIAI!"

Lauren jumped onto Sandy's back, scrambling away from you in a panic. "HELP ME YOU SHITS!"

"Hey, hey, hey," your mum rushed towards you before you could react, arms wrapping around you and holding you in place. "What's the matter, baby? What's going on?"

Your head whipped to the side. "Boomerang!"

She smiled at you worriedly, waddling off to the sidelines with you trapped firmly in her hold. "Yeah, kiddo. You're exactly like a boomerang, flying all over the place."

Steph jogged over as you babbled nonsensically, eyes meeting your mum's. "She didn't take her meds this morning. She was acting like this earlier, and she hasn't had any sugar."

"Aww, kiddo," your mum ran her fingers through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Why didn't take your meds? You know they're important."

Something in your brain briefly turned off the hyperactivity long enough for you to hear the slight disappointment in her voice. "I- I ran out."

"You've gotta tell me before that happens, sweetheart," she murmured, rubbing your temples. "You scared the hell out of Hempo today."

You buried your face into your shoulder, suddenly tired from your rampage. "'m sorry, mum."

"It's okay, kiddo," she assured, suddenly smirking. "It was hilarious."

[usafphantom2]

My high school Spanish teacher was a ball turret gunner, shot down over Schweinfurt 14 Oct 1943 in a plane named Carolina Boomerang. Spent the rest of the war in Stalg 17. Sgt. Perry Smith.

@se_Slaughter2 via X

[atlaculture]

hi! im nehiyawak (otherwise known as cree), specifically from the plains region, and i'd like to know if our culture has any references in atla/tlok or if we inspired anything! love the blog btw, as a native in the process de-colonization it actually helps me in a way my brain is more inclined to process knowledge ❤️

Thank you for the kind words! It's always nice to hear that this blog has inspired a love for learning in someone. <3

As for aspects of Nehiyawak (Cree) culture in ATLA, what immediately comes to mind are some of Sokka's weapons:

Both ball-headed war clubs and gunstock war clubs were utilized by Nehiyawak (Cree) tribes. Ball-headed war clubs were commonly used by tribes that lived near the Great Lakes region, such as Moose Cree people. Gunstock war clubs were used by tribes that live in North America's Great Plains region, such as Plains Cree people. Sokka's club and boomerang are modeled after these weapons.

The bone chokers that both Kuruk and Arnook wear are also associated with Great Plains tribes:

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

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[acapelladitty]

`♡° kinktober 2024! ---

☆ kink: public sex

☆ pairing: captain boomerang/reader

☆ summary: Drunk and in the club, Digger talks you into a stupid decision.

kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3

Pushed against the wall, the scent of cigarettes and booze seems embedded into the very wallpaper as you tactfully tilt your head away from some graffiti as Digger molds himself to your back – every inch of his chest making you feel hot and flustered as he pins you into place with the sheer size of him.

His thick fingers are rough against your ass, groping and squeezing your skin so hard that you can tell the bruises will be uncomfortable for at least a few days.

“Digger,” you pant, “if you’re going to fuck me then fuck me now. I’m not getting caught in this shithole club just because you want to fuck about.”

“Don’t want to fuck around, babe. Just wanna fuck you!” Digger pants into your ear, the words slurring like hell as the smell of beer on his breath makes you feel even more drunk than you already are. “Hell, you even got on such a nice little skirt. Makes it easy for a root.”

At that, his hands slide up your skirt and he resumes his groping – this time with a much better purchase against your skin as the thin lace of your thong offers little defence against his fingers.

“Just a quick root, darlin’. Just enough to get us home.”

His words are almost desperate and you can feel how stiff his cock is as he rubs his groin against your ass, the hard length slotting between your cheeks while a satisfied grunt slips free of Digger’s lips.

The pulsing beat of the club is so loud that you swear you can feel it thumping in your chest as you grind your ass into Digger’s cock – the multiple vodkas which had burned so sweetly as they travelled down your throat making your inhibitions low.

“Do you think they can see us?” You ask, voice loud enough to carry over the music.

Arousal floods your cunt as Digger leans in as close as possible, his blunted teeth biting at your lower ear for a moment as he growls his response.

“Hope so.”

Ah, fuck it.

Hiking your skirt up as adrenaline flushes through your veins, you hear Digger’s victorious snarl as his cock rubs across your slit and his thick fingers are quick to pull your thong aside. The blunted head of his cock feels delicious as it slides between your folds – your bent body giving his easier access as you grip at the wall for support – and you can tell he’s pleased with how wet you already are as the tip of his cock coats itself in your arousal.

“Fuck me, Digger. C’mon! Right here in from of everyone.” Panting the words and unsure if he can actually even hear you over the screaming and singing crowd which are gathered on the other side of the club, you repeat the words regardless and gasp as Digger sinks his cock within your cunt in one, brutal thrust.

Not expecting to take all of him so quickly, you hiss in pleasurable discomfort as his wide hand snakes around to press on your lower stomach – pinning you into place and allowing him to feel for his cock as he immediately sets a messy pace. Each of his thrusts is brutal, your arousal only being made more intense by the discomfort of his roughness as Digger seems determined to fuck you through the wall supporting you.

Horny as hell, you push back against him and hiss as his thick fingers slip higher to grope roughly at your tits – kneading the flesh there through your thin bra. Your pussy is embarrassingly wet, the arousal coating your upper thighs as Digger’s balls slap against your folds, and you can feel Digger is enjoying himself by how tight his grip on your chest is.

“I’m gonna cum,” Digger groans into your ear, the beer on his breath making you feel light headed as you clench your cunt around him. “Gonna cum inside you, right here in front of all these assholes.”

Tilting your head back, a muted cry slips free of your lips as Digger sinks his lips into your neck – sucking a livid mark into the skin there as his cock twitches within your cunt. The warmth of his release paints your walls and you shudder into the sensation as he fills you up with a final brutal thrust. He holds his cock deep, his hips rolling hard against your ass until he’s finished pumping you with his release, until he pulls free with a stuttering gasp.

Your pussy feels messy; sensitive, raw, and now leaking your combined arousal. You gasp as Digger flips you in place, pressing your back against the filthy wall as you inhale the scent of sex and sweat that now sits heavily between you. Wordlessly, his fingers thrust themselves within your aching pussy as his wide thumb comes to rest atop your engorged clit.

Snatching his free hand, you place it over your mouth to stop the scream which threatens to break free as his fingers replace his cock with wicked enthusiasm – pumping and curling within your cunt as they simultaneously stroke along your sensitive walls and push his escaping cum back into your twitching hole.

“Take it all, darlin’,” Digger growls, his lips spread into a goofy grin that spoke of both his sated arousal and the dozen beers which flowed through his blood. “Let Digger take care of ye, eh?”

Already overly sensitive from his rough fuck, it doesn’t take much for his fingers to drag you over the edge and your body arches off the wall as the thick band of arousal across your gut snaps and your orgasm hits with a silenced cry; his mouth hiding the worst of your moans as your cunt spasms around his fingers and fresh arousal floods your upper thighs.

With the pulsing beat of the club still beating in your chest like a second heartbeat, your body relaxes into the wall as Digger pulls his fingers free and greedily thrusts them within his own mouth – tasting you both with a satisfied grin.

Pulling at his chest with your hands, you snatch him close enough to capture his lips within your own and groan as the taste of beer and mixed arousal coats your tongue as easily as his own.

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

Can you rec me the lawlu must-read classics?

Also, thank you for creating this!! You rock!! ❤️

Hey there, thank you for your aks! We actually collected some classics already so here you go:

Into the Sea by shishiswordsman (E)

He looks around, but the Sunny and their broken off battleground are both vacant. His crewmen and the Straw Hats are far away already, probably congratulating each other for their triumph, which means… No one else saw it happen. No one else knows that Luffy’s — Luffy’s sinking. And Law can’t swim.

talk without speaking by trell (qunlat) (G)

They’ve been fighting for days, in that complicated sort of way where everyone wants to be on the same side and can’t be.

Not a Ball or a Chain by HollowIsTheWorld (T)

Trafalgar Law grew up hoping he would be one of the handful of people to never develop a soulmate mark. Now that that hasn't panned out, however, he's willing to settle for just never meeting them. Unfortunately for him, Monkey D. Luffy is a hard person to avoid.

Your Pain on My Skin by GinnyRose (T)

In a world where you share your pain with your soulmate, Law had spent many years believing his soulmate probably hated him. And he wouldn't have blamed them – Law had been sick, beaten, shot at and had gone through hell not just once, but several times from when he’d lost his family to when he lost Corazon and in the struggling years after that. But now, at 24 years old, he knew better. Not only did his soulmate hate him, they were bound and determined to pay back every scrape, bruise, and cut ten times over. When Law finally found the bastard, soulmate or not, he just might kill them himself.

Luffy's Law by JadedCoral (G)

Law thoughtlessly starts a rumour about himself, and it doesn't take long for it to boomerang right back to him in the form of a bloody-nosed Luffy.

The Twillight Phone by huliganships (T)

Ace has a shitty handwriting. Is that a 9? A 0? An 8? Who even knows. Certainly not the person that Luffy accidentally texted.

Acclimating by justira (E)

There are things that Law learns the hard way. One is that, if you involve yourself in Luffy's life, the Strawhats will involve themselves in yours. The other is that he is allowed to want, sometimes. In which Luffy is goodness, and light, and love, and the Strawhats all saw it coming.

no matter how much everything hurts by Tsume_Yuki (T)

In a universe where you can accept half the pain your soulmate is feeling, Luffy wishes he could take it all on.

Curiouser by xairylle (E)

Law wondered whether there was any sense to doing this—reading to a younger pirate stripped down to just wearing boxers straddling your equally as naked self. And expected to be turned on while doing so. [LuLaw]

and all the things that keep us here by trell (qunlat) (G)

In which there is an invitation, and Trafalgar Law gets a second chance. (Or: the one where they get married, in secret, at someone else's wedding, and make Usopp late to his.)

My Love For You Is Choking Me by ObsidionWingsofMidnight (T)

Hanahaki disease: an illness born of one-sided love that causes flowers to grow within the infected patient’s lungs. If left untreated it will suffocate the host and kill them. The growth can be removed through surgery, but it will also remove the feelings along with the flowers. It can be cured without side effects if the feelings are returned. Law wished he had died back under Doflamingo’s gun more than ever.

Dots by petiteneko (T)

It all started out as a joke. But, there was some legitimacy to it too… (Soulmate [AU] where your tattoo shows the first thing your soulmate thought when they saw you, but same universe)

What's A 'Closed' Sign Between Friends by teaandtumblr (G)

A tired, hungry surgeon drops in after hours once and Sanji doesn't have the heart to turn him away. What he doesn't expect is for his friend and this doctor to fall in love right under his nose. A 5+1 story.

heartstrings by hopipp (fancy2na) (NR)

A retelling of events had the Ope Ope no Mi given Law a little more than he bargained for. AKA: the red strings au that's probably been done already

Meat Cute by marimoes (T)

“Meat? I’m hearing you correctly? Your dog is named...Meat?” Law asks putting together everything for the first time. His mind swimming much like his dignity at the moment. The man laughs ruffling Meat’s ears, “Yeah. Meat. Because she’s red and white like a good marbled piece of meat.” “And your name?” Law asks, twisting water from his shirt. “Luffy.”

Stow Away Captains by xairylle (M)

Law sneaks into the men's quarters of the Thousand Sunny. Zoro contemplates on how to deal with it. And Luffy, well, Luffy is just Luffy.

Sating Hunger by xairylle (M)

At the end of the day, even with all the major blunders that almost cost him his life, Law decided that this alliance had been worth it. Until he fucked it up by not being able to hold himself back from kissing Monkey D. Luffy.

This Is What Personal Looks Like by JadeFlicker (G)

So Law had thought the Straw Hats had taken the battle with Kaidou as a personal vendetta for all the tears shed by Momosuke and all sorts of new Wano friends. The Hearts captain had been badly mistaken. Apparently, this was what personal looked like. (In which, Law and the Straw Hats will get angry for Luffy when he's not able to.)

Exchanging of the Hearts by KivaEmber (G)

Post-Dressrosa AU. All they did was exchange hearts, just to make the alliance 'til death did them part. It wasn't as if they were married or anything.

Falling by chenziee (M)

The timing for Law's heat couldn't have been worse; their attack on Doflamingo was just days away, and here he was, too busy fighting tooth and nail against hormones and disgust. Law would really rather jump into the sea and drown than deal with one minute of this.

-Mod Raiya

[leonflashy]

Spesso mi soffermo a cercare di capire le persone invece che di mandarle direttamente a fanculo, cerco di capire i loro stati d'animo, cerco di comprendere i loro gesti, le parole, gli atteggiamenti, ma invece dovrei fregarmene come fanno loro, trattarle come si meritano, cioè con un bel calcio nel sedere, ma non sono cosi. Forse perché do un peso alla parola ''amicizia'' o" all'amore" e, per me, è un valore inestimabile, si fa presto a dire amici o fidanzati, ma dopo è il tempo e le azioni che giudicano se davvero è quel sentimento o quel legame come si vuol dire, mi piacerebbe aprire il cervello di alcune persone e vedere se, all'interno, hanno un cervello o un ometto che balla la break dance magari con una canna in mano come in un famoso film, vorrei cercare se hanno dei sentimenti o se sono talmente pieni di sé stessi da passare sopra alla gente come un treno in corsa, ti riempie di balle, ti fa credere di essere pulito e limpido come un angelo ma alla prima che ti giri ti pugnala alle spalle! Ecco vedi caro\a il mio\a se vogliamo chiamarti cosi, leggi bene queste mie parole e cerca di farne buon uso, cerca di non far più quello che hai fatto a me, cerca di viverti la vita al meglio e lasciami vivere la mia, cerca di non guardarmi in faccia quando mi vedi, girami al largo per non farmi altro male, non cercare un discorso con me, non voglio sentire le stupide parole bugiarde di un falso ipocrita quale sei tu. Vedi la vita è fatta di scale , cè chi le scende, in questo caso tu, e chi le sale, come faccio io. Rimarrai sempre un nulla perché tutta la tua vita è fatta di innumerevoli e inutili bugie, ti circonderai di persone come te, false e ipocrite, perché solo quello sai fare, vai per la tua strada fatta di menzogne e di giochetti stupidi che io andrò per una via sicura e trasparente quale sono io. Non ho bisogno di raccontarti storie non ne voglio di persone come te. Non so che farmene di un ipocrita quale sei tu. Viviti la vita al meglio ma ricorda che il male che si fa alle persone ritorna tutto indietro come un boomerang, non sai quando e non sai come ma ritorna, troverai un giorno chi ti userà, ti imbambolerà di frottole, ti farà credere chissà che, ma l amara verità ti ferirà ed allora ti verrò in mente ma ti prego scacciami subito, non voglio passare nemmeno un lurido minuto in quel tuo mondo putrido.

[orcboxer]

been really into imagining fantasy weapons that are designed to be controlled telekinetically lately

such as: "meteors," little metal orbs about the size of a shotput ball, can be used as projectiles or hovering obstacles to impede an opponent's movement, and maybe designed with some kind of cool magnetic core that can carry a magical charge or somethin so you can give em temporary rings of fire for example

or: "moonblades," crescent-shaped blades that hover a few inches from your knuckles so you can use em as melee fist weapons, or you can launch em like projectiles, have em flyin around slicin shit like fucked up magical boomerangs