#guess thatll be my writing tag idk

[batslime]

Still Hungry

Terzo x reader, you let this putrid little thing get his fix of you but he has to clean up after himself.

I don’t write but sometimes I am horny/ get cuteness aggression enough to shit in my hands and clap and paragraphs come out

Nsfw, p GN I think (< I was tired and wrong. He fuckin our pussys!!!), diet femdom? You’re not nice to him but you do love him. You make him eat his own cum. Let me know if there’s smt else I should add here

“Please, il mio tragedia, I’m still hungry” he muttered wetly against your ear. “I want to taste you until I die!”

Both of you were spent but he was parasitic in his desperation for more of you.

Terzo is typically the type of lout to want the work split evenly but had spent the past few hours humping you like a mutt who knows its about to be put down. He gets in these little fits of his where he’s insatiable and practically bursting out of his own skin overwhelmed with desire.

Your canal still sloshed with the physical aftermath of his infatuation and still he asked for more. What a pig. Take, take, take, and calling it “romance” or something. He is so adorable.

“If you are such a neglected, starving little beast” you stab at him, threatening his glassed over, anticipatory stare with your own daggers, “you had better clean up after yourself. You know how much a woman hates to clean up after a slob. How do you ever intend to keep me after making such a mess?”

Terzo immediately, wordlessly hoisted his bare hips off of your own and took most of the smeared overflow of his DNA with him, then threw himself back down on his belly lower down on the bed, planting his mouth directly back where his wimpy little cock had just intruded. He dove his face into you post-haste and extracted his earlier offerings with vigor, banishing it back to which it had once came.

After he had sufficiently sucked your earthly delights clean, he lazily let his face fall to your thighs, smearing his remaining guilt and shame further into your skin. The animal he became when lust gripped him. You’d just as soon hunt it for sport and boast its hide at the foot of your bed.

His suckling at the crease between your pubis and your leg truly did remind you of a newborn animal. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was some deaf, blind lump in search of a nipple to latch to. His enthusiasm was subsiding now, as the post-nut exhaustion finally began beating him back down to Earth, and he nuzzled into your lower body, hands wrapping around the rest of the leg he straddled as eyelids weighed down over worshipping eyes, like Moses refusing to loose sight of the burning bush. Cum still painting his aged face.

You swat a clawed hand to his head and rub his curved nose in it. He shudders in bliss and lets out a contented, whiny groan into you.

“Il mio veleno, grazie…” he just manages before fading away. “I love you more than my last breath. If my heart were to finally give out while I fuck you, it’d be worth it. La fine perfetta per me…” And then he’s gone.

You afford his limp form a smile.

“I know.”

[corrosiveblue]

crying every day max factory or threezero doesnt make a casca figure. i get it, theyre a company, they wanna make figures thatll sell. and obviously most berserk fans are dude bros who only care about guts and griffith. but cmon. HOWS ZODD GOT A FIGURE and the last casca figure we got was from what 2013!? on my hands and knees praying every night that someone finally caves and makes a good casca figure. at some point im just gonna figure out how garage kits work and start making my own if im not fed!

ok tacking this on to the end of the post cuz i guess they limited how many characters you can include in tags?? if we wanna get stupid about it youd think theyd just bite the bullet and make some cuz like shes a woman, im sure theres a bunch of berserk gooners who just want a hot lady from their fave series jsut please shes literally a part o fthe main 3. im vibrating into a new universe rn like its dumb my body legit just heated up out of idk desperation writing this.

[hellfireeddiemunson]

Ghost

au where richie is a ghost and eddie is a real estate agent this…drabble(?) was inspired by this post !   hope u enjoy!

Eddie was a fantastic real estate agent. He sold hundreds of homes all over Maine but there was always one he had a hard time selling to people. He couldn’t figure out why. The house was stunning inside and out, came already furnished, no damage whatsoever, just…nothing wrong with it. Or so he thought. Turns out the place was haunted - or so clients had said. He’d never personally seen any ghosts or any weird activity. The place didn’t even give off a haunted vibe. It was frustrating, he just wanted to sell this house even if it was the last thing he did.

He stormed into the house one day, looking for his car keys. They must’ve fallen out of his pocket somewhere in the damn house. He ran all over the house, frantically searching for his keys. He looked everywhere but couldn’t find them. He had 20 minutes until he had to meet a client two towns over. He was so screwed. He’d have to cancel. Eddie let out an annoyed groan, pulling his phone from his pocket as he flopped down onto the couch in the living room. 

Once off the phone with the client and rescheduling showing them their potential home - he was so thankful they were nice about his misplaced keys - he just leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes for a moment. At least now he had some time to himself. He was so booked the past week he hardly had time to just..think.

When Eddie reopened his eyes he let out a loud yell, hand on his chest. There in front of him was a tall, lanky man with curly dark hair and glasses. Where the hell did he come from? And…were those his car keys in his hand? How did he find them? How didn’t he hear him walk over to him? 

“Yelling isn’t a good way to greet someone.” The curly-haired man told him. Eddie shook his head, chuckling nervously.

“Sorry about that, you scared me. Um…how’d you get in here?” He asked, sitting up straight and letting his arm drop back to his side. 

“Huh? Oh, I live here!” Eddie’s brows furrowed. 

“I’m sorry? You can’t live here this house has been on the market for the past year and a half.” Eddie replied. “I wouldn’t have the keys to this house if you lived here and also…I think I would’ve seen you around. What’s your name?”

“Its been a year and a half already? Wow…time goes by so much faster now.” The man shrugged. “Anyway, I’m Richie. You must be Eddie. Don’t look so shocked, you introduce yourself like nine times a day every day.” Richie told him. 

“Sorry?” Eddie was so confused. What was happening right now? He’d never met this man in his life! How could he have known him? Unless… “Oh my god, you’re the fuckin’ ghost that keeps making people not buy this house.” He stood up, brows pinched together as he studied Richie’s face. “You asshole! Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to sell this place? I come here almost every single day with new people that are interested and whenever I try to let them check out a room or two on their own first you… you make them not want to buy! Holy shit I can’t believe this.”

“Hey now, this is my house so I think I should have a say in who moves in! All the people you bring in here are so proper and snobby. Bring in some cool people for once!” 

“It’s not your house anymore!” Eddie yelled, hands in the air. “Its mine to sell now. Stop being an asshole and let me sell it! Not selling this house has brought my ratings down. Not by a lot, but still! I need to sell this place.” Richie looked a little hurt by Eddie’s words. 

“It’s my house. I literally died in here. You can’t sell my house!” Richie crossed his arms over his chest, Eddie’s keys making a small noise as they hit against Richie’s chest. How was he so…solid? Eddie always thought that ghosts could just go through things and that things could go through them as well. Guess he had been wrong. 

“Look, I’m sorry you died here, but I can’t just let this beautiful place not get sold! It’s wonderful in here and it deserves to be lived in.”

“Fine. You have a month to try and sell my house, but I’m still going to interfere. Here are your keys by the way.” Richie held the keys out in front of him. Eddie took them from him, a little hesitant. 

“Uh..thanks. Where were they?”

“Under the bed in my room.”

“But I checked..” Eddie put the keys in his pocket. “Whatever. I have a new client coming to check this place out in two hours. I’ll be back.”

“Bring me back a happy meal!” 

“You can’t even eat!”

-O-

It had been two weeks since Eddie had seen Richie. But that didn’t mean Richie wasn’t around. Eddie had eight different people come in to look at the home and Richie still managed to scare each of them off. What the hell did he even do to get them to not buy? How the fuck was he supposed to sell this place if Richie wouldn’t back off? 

Eddie made his way through the house after a nice couple had just left. They didn’t end up wanting the house either but Eddie didn’t have time to get upset over it. He had another couple coming in 20 minutes and he needed to make sure everything was still in its place. 

“GET OUT! I WILL TAKE YOU-”

“HOLY SHIT!” Eddie clutched his chest. “Chill, it’s just me.” Eddie heard laughter and he spun around. 

“Oh hey! Have you sold it yet?” Richie asked between laughs. 

“Obviously not, idiot!” He rolled his eyes. “Is that how you scare people into not buying?”

“Maybe..”

“God, how does that work? It wasn’t even scary, you just were loud!”

“You got scared though.”

“Yeah not because you’re scary but because you yelled all of a sudden! It wouldn’t stop me from buying. What else are you doing to get people to not buy?” Eddie sat down on the bed.

“That’s a secret. I can’t reveal all of my tricks!” Richie walked to the bed, sitting beside Eddie. “You have two more weeks to sell the house and that’s it, y’know?”

“Yes I know but why don’t you want me to sell it so bad?”

“Why would I want you to sell the house I’m living in?”

“To be fair you’re dead so you really aren’t…living anywhere,” Eddie replied. “But fair enough, I guess.”

-O-

Richie spent the next two weeks doing everything in his power to get people to not want to buy his house while Eddie did everything in his power to sell the house. 

Eddie said goodbye to the last client he tried selling to before closing the door. He immediately spun around after he knew the woman was out of earshot. 

“ALRIGHT YOU WIN, FUCKER!” Eddie yelled, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for Richie to appear the same way he had been every day for the past two weeks. Once any potential buyer left Richie came out and would talk with Eddie. Eddie had grown quite fond of the curly-haired ghost in the past few weeks. Now he was actually sad to not try and sell the house anymore. What other reason would he have to come here and see Richie? It’d look weird to see a man come to this house all of the time and never have any potential buyers. He’d miss the house and he’d miss Richie even more. He wouldn’t tell Richie that though.

“You tried your best~” Richie walked into the front room, smiling. “But now my house is mine. Sorry, you couldn’t sell it.” He shrugged. 

“It’s whatever, I’ll just sell some other houses, I guess. I just hope you know that the next person to take this house to sell it will probably sell it easily. Nothing against what you can do to scare people away but…I know the guy. He’s really good at selling buildings even if they are haunted.” Richie looked at Eddie in surprise. 

“You mean I don’t get to live here in peace? I still have to deal with someone else trying to sell my house?” Richie frowned. “It won’t be as fun if it’s not you selling it..” He mumbled, kicking his foot at an imaginary rock.

“Sorry..that’s how it works. If someone can’t sell something, someone else takes it and tries to sell it.” Eddie shrugged. Truth is Eddie didn’t want someone else to try and sell it. What if they did something to get rid of Richie? What happens then? 

“Wait! I have an idea!” Richie exclaimed, a grin on his face as he stood in front of Eddie. “What if you bought my house?”

“Me? Richie, I already have a house.” Richie frowned. 

“Oh…” He frowned. “I just thought…maybe if you moved in nobody else could have it. I wouldn’t mind you living in my house..it’d give me someone to talk to and I could help make sure the place is clean and whatever since I can’t go anywhere and you work.” Something about Richie’s words warmed Eddie’s heart. 

Eddie really had fallen in love with the house over time and…perhaps he’d grown quite fond of Richie in the past month, too. If he moved here he would still get to see Richie and that’s what he was sad about in the first place. He didn’t even care anymore that his rating was thrown off by not selling this place. He just cared about whether he would see Richie again or not and here Richie was, giving him the best possible way for him to continue seeing him all of the time. Eddie was lonely and having someone, especially Richie, to come home to every day and talk to about his day just… seemed perfect. 

“So?” Richie looked at him with hope-filled eyes. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll buy your fuckin’ house.” Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, a smile on his face. This made Richie smile too. Before either of them knew it Richie was throwing his arms around Eddie, hugging him close to his chest. Eddie was a bit taken aback by this gesture. Normally, he’d freak out some about someone touching him but…this was Richie and Richie was… well Richie was a ghost, so what could he really get on him? He hugged Richie back. He didn’t know what he expected a ghost to feel like, but Richie felt just like a person only he was a bit cooler to the touch. “Okay, now get off of me so I can call someone about buying the damn house.”

-O-

Eddie had officially been living in Richie’s home for three months and it was even better than he expected. Richie let - and helped - Eddie redecorate a little to make Eddie feel more at home. Eddie always would come home to Richie attempting to make Eddie something to eat for dinner. It wasn’t something they had a conversation about, Richie just started to do it one day. He also would make Eddie breakfast and lunch too. Richie was actually pretty good at making food that Eddie liked, which was nice because then he never had to tell Richie his food was disgusting. 

The pair currently was curled up in bed watching some Family Feud. Eddie had the day off today and they decided it was the best idea for Eddie to have a lazy day. Richie kept yelling out answers that either made no sense or were far more inappropriate than anything anyone else would have guessed and Eddie kept playfully nudging or hitting him depending on the answers Richie gave. 

“All I’m saying is the answer I gave would have worked!”

“No, Richie, the word orgy would not have worked!” Eddie couldn’t help but laugh at him. 

“But its a group activity!” 

“Rich, I’m not gonna sit here and argue with you over that. It’s just not the right answer.”

“Alright, fine. But as long as we both know in our hearts that orgy could work as an answer, I’m happy.”

“Whatever floats your boat.” Eddie leaned up, pressing a kiss to Richie’s cheek. He didn’t even think about it, he just did it. This immediately made Eddie blush. It would’ve made Richie blush too if he was capable of it. Instead, Richie grinned happily. “Sorry…I um… I didn’t think… I just..”

“Eddie, it’s okay.” Richie interrupted him, kissing the top of his head. “You float my boat.” As if Eddie’s face couldn’t get any pinker. 

“Ahh, shut up, Richie.” He muttered, leaning into Richie’s side with a smile. Richie’s arms went around Eddie, holding him close. This was nice, really nice. 

“Eddie, can I kiss you?” Richie asked after a few minutes of silence. 

“Like you’ve gotta ask.” Eddie rolled his eyes jokingly. That’s all it took. In one moment Richie’s lips were on Eddie’s. Eddie responded by placing a hand gently on Richie’s chest and lightly holding onto his shirt. Eddie could kiss Richie forever he decided. 

Once they decided to break apart, they stayed looking at each other’s faces for a moment. Eddie’s face was still somewhat pink and Richie found that to be the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen. Eddie ran his hand through Richie’s hair, smiling softly. 

“You’re so pretty,” Eddie told him. Richie grinned, shaking his head. 

“That’s all you. But we can get into that later. Right now I think we need to call the police.” Eddie’s eyes widened. 

“What?! Why?!” He scanned the room for his cellphone.

“Well I mean, you just full-on kissed a dead dude and I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.” Eddie smacked Richie’s arm as Richie laughed loudly.

“Oh shut up you idiot!” He snuggled back into Richie’s side. 

[teddy-feathers]

look my problem with the au megamind where Roxanne is the alien and megamind is the reporter is i cant stop thinking about what i want out of that and how its probably not what other people want out of that which should mean 'oh shit i gotta write it' but really means 'in the next couple of months im going to rewatch megamind and be extremely frustrated because idk how to write these people as is let alone in an au'

but here are some thoughts

Itd have to take place on megaminds home world so like. have to develop that culture and frame it as the usual and other things as oddities

metroman still shows up at the same time the baby human does

roxan richie and metromans rivalry is less of a game and more of a metroman one up'd her ome to many times so now shes gotta take him out

its fine not because shes incompetent- in fact her death rays and pointy sticks are ingenious and have 0% public property or civilian causalities - but because metroman is not only impossible to kill, he adapts to anything that gets close (anything that doesnt kill him makes him stronger literally)

i guess this means theres a good chunk of the story that is centered around human adaptability vs perfect hero dudes adaptability

Roxanne Ritchie is actually a noted scientist or something at the local research facility - i figure blue people planet is really advanced and everyones at least a little technosmart but while it doesnt come as easily or naturally to Roxanne her way of thinking is really unique n shiz and shes an asset to every team....

but if you see her in a mask with some project from the lab macguivered into a gun trying to kill metroman well, no ones getting hurt and humans need hobbies and everyone respects the mask desptie the fact shes the ONLY human on the planet so its not like its hard to figure out who she is

she does spend a lot of nights having to rebuild projects and apologizing and such but basically everyone plays the plausible deniability card and asks her questions abiut what went wrong and okay so the masked menace failed after you let them steal our project but lets pretend for a moment the goal was to fix crops how would you say this did? and grumply shed revamp the guns weird side effect into an alien pollinating crop duster or whatever

got carried away when REALLY all I WANTED to say was

Whille Roxanne Ritchie is adaptable ingenuity and gets away at the last minute NOT because no ones trying to catch her but shes just that CLEVER and thinks ahead and shiz....

Megamind is the guy trying to interview her in the middle of a fight like he thinks he's cute - i mean he is but shes chasing after metroman and skids to a stop because this jerk stepped in for a comment. or shes lining up the perfect shot but theres a close up of megaminds reporter bag in the way

the thing is that maybe... blue people arent violent. a natural disaster hit recently and theyre coming back from it and if the two adopted alien kids want to play extreme tag well no ones getting hurt and Roxanne Ritchie will grow out of her competitiveness no doubt caused by just how superior EVERYONE on the planet is by finding her own niche and metroman will grow up and stop bating her because maybe he IS still better than everyone else and thats met with "oh very nice we're proud" but it doesnt really validate him or make him feel special because its just treated as a special thing he can do by everyong but Roxanne Ritchie and once he's found something that makes him feel good regardless of the attention or lack of it he'll stop playing too

but megamind? megamind has an imagination that loves drama and blowing things out of proportion and thats part of why his reports are so popular? like yeah everyones treating this super hero showdown with indulgence but megamind is good at framing theatrics so that this news story is actually a compelling narrative? and also everyone can see the tension is going to have one of these three "kids" confessing live someday

and maybe he gets carried away. one of those 'aw well next time you could do x or y' or has some technological creation that accidentally actually makes Metroman flinch during an interview

and Roxanne Ritchie starts paying attentionto him for the first time.

and minion warns him but he doesnt listen. minion is lower class and is afraid of being replaced like a pet like some people do but Roxanne Ritchie Ritchie doesnt have a minion and even if she did theyre Best Friends not like those other blue people minion uperclass people.

and he carelessly says something unforgivable and Roxanne Richie uses his ideas and actually succeeds in killing metroman

so she goes to prison - a place they had to build just for her because this hasnt happened since stars knows when

and somebody else is doing the camera because minion left just is gone and megamind looks defeated but testifies against her and is quiet and subdued and stpps being a reporter for a bit

and.... idk. i feel like we'll have to resolve the whole class system so minon goes underground and finds other minons who are unhappy with the way of things and if theyre ALREADY rebuilding society after that huge natural disaster that DIDNT blow up their planet thanks TO a minion well ehy cant they fix this too?

so theres a rebellion going on and theyve got a secret weapon to make blue people listen and idk but i feel like it's Metroman

and... how do stories like this go ive forgotten

minion wouldnt tell megamind or he would

metroman would break Roxanne Ritchie out of prison during the first riot of the minion revolt?

they talk and compare why they hated eachother and slowly work together and are actually a great team?

and then they need a reporter to make themselves heard as something other than minions going crazy

and so of course they go to megamind for help getting the story out

something something megamind is minions sidekick for this adventure

"Roxanne Ritchie was raised by the planet and turned against it and instigated civil unrest and killed a person who was also the good child etc etc instead of just growing up to face your problems"

"actually im alive and i finally found my place? helping out the real heros?"

"i mean i did try to kill him, but he forgave me and we're kinda working together because planet of moms and dads that raised us? yall actually are the ones who need to grow up and let go of the traditions that dont serve etc etc"

and megamind does a huge public apology to minion

and... uhhhhhhhhh fuck i really dont know how these storyies go

the blue people start making amends

metroman basically becomes a social worker for minion childern because finding their original families is a bit hard and most of these kids are just going to end up being raised by super dad but at least the rebellion minion families are actually geting to be their own family units and in a couple gens thatll be normal

Roxanne Ritchie goes back to being the token human in the lab and hangs up her super suit and is generally dissatisfied with this

until one night a hero breaks into her apartment to make her answer for her crimes and so for a legit hot second theyre fighting and megamind says something and Roxanne apologizes and then fighting stops being an argument and goes into banter flirting

the worss "where theres evil good will rise up to fight it" peob comes up a lot in this fic in different iterations

anyways megamind isnjust basically like hey wanna do this like. for the rest of our lives dramatic battle showdowns like its entertainment but like no theyre doing this for real?

the answer is hell yeah

and its a polyship and sometimes Roxanne is helping with the kids and then Megamind bursts in to "save" the family from her evil clutches and 90% of the time everything is improve

megamind kidnaps Roxanne to make metromind save her and a good half of the conversation is that hes an idiot for coming shes tried to kill him three times this week and hes bitching because do you know how hard it is to find a sitter for 30 odd minion kids this short notice and they better make it up to him

Roxanne is not superdad but the 30 odd minion kids adore when she comes over because they mob the villain so hard until finally mega comes to save her because hes actually very good with the kids

of course this poly ship isnt complete without minion and at some point minion and mega realize theyve actually been married for years and Roxanne and metro tease them shamelessly for it

minion and his race need a real name obviously

when Roxanne was a... graduate her senior project theses thingy was essentially "im going to go back to planet earth itll be great ive figured out were im from and how to go there in a reasonable amout of time" and everyone had to sit her down and explain that unlike metroman they knew where she was from the planet was just destroyed.

they never figured out where metroman was from because his direction sharply changed to follow baby Roxannes course and mirrored her coding despite very obviously how he had originated from elsewhere

this is important because his race is basically coming to conquer the blue people planet soon - the group finds out - and will download all the survival upgrades metroman has gotten to become unkillable and then just come down to the surface and be unstoppable taking the place over and whiping out the planet like theyve done many many times

a good chunk of the time trying to figure out how to stop them when this planet is REALLY against murder war and violence for good reason and even if they WOULD do that its impossible over looks some alone time that leads to megamind and metroman figuring out how to like kill him so when the bad guys show up theyll go "whelp better not fuck with them" and leave but between roxanne and minion they manage to not only stabilize metroman (Roxanne blood transfusions maybe???) but they manage to scare the aliens so bad they tuck tail and leave speading rumors that these are the scariest mfs in space (go minion)

metroman never lets Roxanne live down saving his life

eventually space humans show up to check the place out

megamind loves everything human despite most of the planet thinking theyre primitive and showing it

roxanne is reluctant to meet them at first but then really relates to them?

for a good long while it REALLY seems like megamind and Roxanne are just going to go on space adventures with the humans leaving metroman and minion - who really doesnt like them and also they kinda rub him the wrong way because he's non bipedal and they kinda make fun of him in a 'we totally dont mean anything by it lighten up' sort of way.

they don't go of course but they may have stolen a lot of atar charts n shit and who hasnt wanted to take a road trip through space with 30 odd childern who will need names and personalities and may be chopped down to a slightly more reasonable number by this point?

metroman loves space karaoke and his natural abilites mean he learns languages fast but no he still cant carry a tune

megamind and Roxanne still duke it out on various alien cityscapes

minion usually breaks them out of jail if theyre not to be let out the next day because nothing was actually damaged that didnt belong to them.

one memorable occasion it was metoman in a fight with megamind and they wont say what its about but both look very put out and minion looks smug

it doesn't matter in the end because Roxanne teams up with the childern to propose to them first

apparantly i had a lot more ideas about this then i meant to? i mean its not well thoughout out and despite the drama a good half the fic is just going to be cute relationship building stuff between the four of them

[futurepurplepaladin]

Day 6: Vacation 🏔

So-this one is a Modern AU- ish-again? Idk even no just know the Paladins are on a vaca and Keith meets you while there!

Words: 700+

Warnings: INTENSE fluffiness

(Make sure to check out @vld-writing-for-all for her HCs!)

Keith trudged down the snow slope, his fingers frostbite and cold under his black gloves.

He definitely wasn’t made for the cold- he hated it.

He breathed out, watching his breath wrap into a cloud of mist in the air. He smiled to himself- it had been a fun day. He had learn how to ski, he went in the snow for the first time in his life, but it was definitely something he didn't want to do again. He was sore from hitting the snow so much, and his skin felt like ice. When everyone had asked for coffee, he quickly agreed to go get it for the group, even though he didn't care for coffee that much. He just wanted to get out of the cold.

Finally, he saw the coffee shop, a rustic sign hanging over the red town door. He opened the gold door knob, and tinkling chime going off as he entered.

The smell of brewing coffee hit him and the whir of coffee machines blending against each other made a welcoming noise.To Keith’s surprise, the coffee shop was empty, except for a frost bitten looking snowboarder and older woman typing madly on a laptop.

He looked around- the coffee shop was very quaint. It was small and comfy, with wooden chairs, warm lighting, and red and gold trinkets on shelves and counters all around the room.

His feet gravitated his towards the counter, where a girl with a messy ponytail was doing-something (he couldn't tell).

She spun around, her pony whipping around perfectly onto her light brown tee. Keith’s heart thumped unexpectedly- she was really pretty.

“Oh hi!” she said walking up to keith, “Sorry ‘bout that, I didn't even hear you!”

“Its-fine,” he replied, his eyes focusing on the worn wood of the counter.

The girl paused. “Wait….are you- Keith Kogane?”

Keith shot up his head in shock. “What?” he asked confused. Does he know her?

“Oh my god, you are!” the girl’s face broke out into a huge smile, excitement evident on her face. “Your the Black Paladin!”

“How do you know that?” Keith asked, his cheeks surprisingly warming up quickly. This girl knows him, and his team. He didn't know what to think.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, a bashful look on her face. “Ima bag fan of you guys… ya know after you saved Earth and all then you have that show.... And you do have the mark on your face,” she smiled timidly, pointing at the spot where Keith’s scar would be on her cheek.

“Oh,” he touched the mark on his face, feeling kinda honoured in a way. He didn't think people actually recognized him.

She smiled again as she put piece of hair behind your maroon colored hat.

“And it helps your wearing all black and red.”

Keith looked down, realizing that she was right- his whole outfit was black, save for the red flannel he wrapped around his jeans.

“Well,” he laughed, “that makes sense.”

She laughed with him, making his chest feel warmer and his anxiety ebb a little.

“So,” she asked sweetly, “what can I get you?”

Keith said “oh” again, realising he was actually here for something. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, reading what his friends had asked to get.

She giggled quietly as she watched him- he was really cute.

“Um….” Keith struggled a little to read his sloppy handwriting, “one small chai tea, one medium hot chocolate, one large caramel coffee with extra whip, one large white mocha coffee with extra whip, and… a black coffee.”

The girl wrote down the orders quickly, then looked at Keith with an amused look.

“Let me guess…” she mused as she pointed at each order she wrote down, “the chai is for Shiro, the hot chocolate is for Pidge, the large mocha is Hunk’s, Lance’s is the caramel, and your the black coffee.”

He looked at her with a mix of amusement and astonishment.

“Close… the mocha is for Lance and the caramel is for Hunk,” he corrected good-naturedly. She had surprisingly gotten the rest right.

“Aw shucks!” she joked, scrunching her nose as she snapped her fingers. Keith thought her expression was adorable. “It makes sense thought.”

“How were able to figure that out?” he asked, his stomach itching to know.

“Told ya,” she smirked, “pretty big fan- its not hard to know who would get what.”

Keith nodded in agreement, trying hard to not stare, but stare at the girl. In an effort to not look like a creep, he began to add up the order. It was just barelu under 20 dollars, which was good, because he only had a 20 dollar bill on him.

“Alrightie…” the girl said under her breath as she punched the last few numbers in the cash register, “thatll be 10.50 please.”

Keith looked at her in surprise. “Wait- it should have been a 20, right?”

“Well….you got a ‘Paladin’ discount,” her eyes gleamed with mischief, making his stomach flare up in butterflies.

“Is that even aa thing?” he questioned, a smile playing on his lips.

“It is now!” she laughed, watching his cheeks flare a little pink.

Keith was so confused- a girl had never gone out her way to do something nice like that.

“Well...thanks,” he mumbled, a little lose for words. God how could one girl do this to him.

“Its all good,” she said happily, “I'll get those done in a sec.”

She turned around, Keith watching her pretty hair flip again. He turned his back on the counter, deciding to walk around the store a bit- it couldn't take too long to make a few coffees.

“What's taking so long?” Keith thought grumpily- it felt like it had been forever.

Finally, the girl said something. “So what brings you to Snow Peaks?”

Oh, right,” he thought. That's the place they were staying for the week.

He shrugged his shoulders as he placed his now warm hands in his pockets.

“Just wanted to go in the snow for a bit. Explore, I guess.”

“Know any places you wanna go o here?” she asked conversationally as she placed lots of whip cream on a drink.

He chuckled. “Not really… were kinda just winging it.”

She giggled kindly, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Well, if you ever need a guide, I’ve got you.”

“Thanks,” he said, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“No problem!”

“And… your drinks are ready! Sorry it took so long,” she apologized, a sorry smile on her face.

His slight frustration melted away. “Your good,” he said, “and thanks for-

He didn't know really what to thank and how to say it- thanks for giving me a discount? Sounds too formal. Thanks for being nice to me? Sounds weird. Thanks for being a fan? Sounds way too entitled for his liking.

“-everything, I guess.”

Welp.

Not amazing but- it'll do.

“No problem,” she waved. “Bye Keith!”

He waved back as he grabbed the drinks, butterflies flitting in his stomach as he felt a little sad. He really liked that girl and wished he could talk to her more.

He walked outside, the bitter cold biting his exposed skin. He set the drinks down on a snow frosted table, wanting to get his coffee out and chug it to warm himself up.

He turned each cup, expecting to see something simple like “Black Coffee” sprawled on one, and saw something much different.

Each cup had a different color and name and symbol to match.

The chai one had “Shiro” in purple and the paladin armor symbol.

The hot chocolate said “Pidge” in green and a little green tree on the side.

Lance’s was in blue and had a seashell next to his name, and Hunk’s was in orange, with a small little gingerbread cookie wearing a bow tie.

Keith smiled to himself, the adorable artistry of his anonymous barista making him feel warm inside. She really did all that for his friends- and that's what took so long.

And he didn't even care.

The smile still on his face, Keith looked at his drink.

His was characteristically in red, his name drawn in pretty cursive. Instead of a symbol, his cup had a phone number, and a message:

(Just in case you still want that tour)

-y/n

And a heart next to her name.

His stomach exploded in fireworks, her name being repeated in his head.

y/n.

He liked it.

A lot. He looked back at the coffee shop, and then at the drinks.

He began to walk, the cold not even bothering him at all. His body felt so happy it could burst into flames.

“I guess we'll finally have something to do tomorrow,” he thought wistfully as he saw his friends in the distance.

Taggings:

@vldandyou @vld-writing-for-all @palalovin @panda-noosh @paladinfeathers @pala-done-imagines @voltronshorts @voltronlegendaryimagines @voltronreader @voltron-inserts

[tyelkormo]

1. Are you named after someone? yea i am!!!! theyre kind of a mythological piece of shit but i love the name........ 

2. When was the last time you cried? uhhhhhh i cant actually remember??? couple weeks ago? yesterday? who knows

3. Do you have kids? fuck no

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? i guess so??? boy i forgot everything about myself

5. What are your hobbies? hmmm i like writing and ive been into traditional painting and drawing lately and i like cooking and baking a lot. i like riding bicycles and walking and i listen to podcasts and audiobooks a lot these days? reading comics, though i stopped for a long time and only picked it up again recently..... 

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? i never notice anything about anyone jkfdfjkhs idk their height??? 

7. What’s your eye color? dark brown

8. Scary movie or happy ending? i like both!!!! i love love LOVE horror movies but it triggers some heavy paranoia and i sometimes start seeing things its wild....... i get real freaked out for weeks depending on the movie...... and these days i try not to watch anything thatll make me Sad or feeling Heavy Emotions so. happy endings 

9. Any special talents? hhh..... i. am very talented at convincing people to do dumb shit they would never do otherwise. not like harmful stuff just like. silly dumb shit like “lets just walk there” and its a 6km walk and we do almost get mugged and murdered maybe but giving where i live thats just a given

10. Where were you born? brasil !!!

11. Do you have any pets? yea, two!!!!! theyre both named after literary works cos im a nerdddd my cat is named severino after this poem called morte & vida severina by joão cabral de melo neto and my dogs named bento after the protagonist from machado de assis’ dom casmurro. my dog isnt a garbage man like that protag but bento is such a good name

12. What sport do you/have you played? lmao in middle school i played for the handball team and the futsal team ! dropped that shit tho

13. How tall are you? 171cm so uh. like. 5′7???

14. Favorite subject in school? if we’re talking high school it depended on the year honestly lmao first year it was chemistry, second year it was geometry, third year i stopped giving even the slightest shit but i guess it was physiscs 4? i dont remember what branch of physics that was tho??? literature and history were usually a steady favs, too but it depended on the teacher & those others were the ones i was always Excited about. i was a history major in college but i dropped out of that real fast so idk and when i started up again as a portuguese/english/literature major i was in LOVE with most branches of linguistics but i dropped out of that too so fkjdshfjk

15. Dream job? hm....... id like to be a writer but its not happening and also meh. & not to get deep but im straight up not programmed to function in society as it is so....... big yike. sometimes when i Dream About Futures i kinda want to write tv shows but thats. lol 

@silvergifting thank u so much for tagging me !!!!! 

tagging uhhhh anyone who wants to do it ig? !!!

[jooheonbot]

tumblr crush challenge

Rules: post your own favorite blogs to spread positivity and get your amazing blogger-friends some new followers!

oof ok,,,, i was tagged like a billion years ago but!!! im using this as an uh,,, excuse to make a thank you post for some of the amazing people that follow this dumb lil blog and that have made this year great!!! thank you!!! since im stoopid and write a lot im putting all this under the cut

but! before that! i still want to wish everyone a happy new year!!! thank you for making this dumb fuckin site more bearable and like,,, fun!! every single one of you is so cute and precious uwuwuwu i wish you the best

ok so im gonna go,,, uh,, in alphabetical order lmao??? i have barely truly talked to a couple of u but kshfkjdsf idk, i just felt,,,, like writing stuff,,,, about u bc i secretly love u sjkdkdf 

@boo-kihyun hannah!!! it’s been great talking to you and freaking out abt joo, that old fool, and mx in general rknjgkjd. it’s great to have someone to just. yell at when you’re dying at 5am or smth dkfjdkjgkjkl. i know you’re not on here that much but i want you to know that i really appreciate you a lot, and our conversations have been rly fun!! i hope youre doing well and i hope the new year treats u damn fuckin well!!! :*

@festiivebebe ahhh nao!!! you’re so nice!! i rly love your blog and your tags!! theyre such A Mood ksdjhfksd. i love how the 🤧 emoji is literally. yours??? whenever i see it on my dash im like,,, that’s nao,, and when it isn’t im liek!!! WHAT. you’re so cute and you seem like a super nice person uwu!!! ((says a fool who should like, talk to u or smth LMAO im sorry im liek this))

@hyungkyun OOF BINCH. the most annoying lil idiot on this site, probably. my obnoxious ass soulmate.  ugh!!!! it’s been a whole fucking year CAN YUO BELIEVE and yet,,, here we are, being annoying as all hell and talking nonstop wow. i love u sm bih ))): you have become such an important person in my life ): i enjoy talking to u even if it’s about,,, fucking clowns or food or literally,,, whatever lmfao. we rly bicker so much why are we like this jdfhsjdk we never shut the fuck up but im!!! so grateful for that!!! you rly mean so much to me :/ . honestly whenever we don’t get to talk it just ??? feels weird??? idk mayhaps,,,, when that happens i miss you,,,,, i miss a furry i cant believe... smh. guess :/// all thats left to say :///// is that ill love u always no matter what ://// u funky lil vampire cowboy ://// gross lol. i rly do love u a whole! fucking! lot!

@joohanis AJ QUEEN OF JOOBEBES. you are rly!! a fucking icon you’re so nice?? and kind??? don’t let me get started on how gorgeous you are every time you post selfies an angel is born (´:. thank you sm for bringing us quality content and the funniest tags ever, and,, overall,,, a rly nice vibe to this hellsite?? you’re so approachable and charismatic you’re really amazing!! thanks queen.

@kihyussy my one and only sun wife!!! miss ria!!! im so happy that we started talking again!!!  we’re both messes answering,, i promise thatll change on 2k19, now youll never get rid of me 😔! djhghj i rly love all ur messages you’re so entertaining and funyn and witty mdfgdhjfg,,, but you’re also the fucking sweetest!!! as a cancer should be ofc, i love ur soft lil heart 💕💕💕. i cant believe you’re really out there saying im gorgeous when no one is as stunning as you, miss ria wtf!!! ugh you’re such a cutie!!!! ily baby!!!

@prinzelee jazz!!! my beautiful coffee goddess gf!! i probably got the order of that wrong oh my god!!! you are SUCH a gorgeous human being, inside and out. i love your cute compliments and nicknames, and i love how much dedication you put to your writing blog. you really have a heart of gold. you are so kind and gentle, you also work so hard... you deserve happiness and everything good in the world!!! i hope 2k19 brings u peace and good vibes!!! 

@wonho-deactivated MDHDFJDH murr. you’re so fucking chaotic and ilysm for that djfhkjsds. ive honestly laughed out loud reading your messages and your tags bc theyre so fuckign funny how do you even think of all that you’re. fucking hilarious. i love your sense of humor and how you rly are out there living your best libra sun sag rising life!!!!! and being a goth!!! you’re truly an icon, even if you deny ur love for mistre fendiman :// i know the truth. smoochies for you and shermy, ily both!!!

[pavlovers]

know i just recently did a thing but you know me not to pass up the opportunity to do one of these tag games or whatever. also i was tagged by one of my favorite people @britneyshakespeare so lets.... go (was gonna say “get this bread” but thats tired at this point i think)

Nickname: 🎶 if it’s to your fancy, you can call me nancy 🎶

Zodiac: im just,,,, a littel bastard. i canot change this

Height: those size “small” merchandise t shirts almost come down to my knees...

Amount of sleep: ive slept lik e 4 hours every day this past week up until last night in which i got 13 so,,, it varies

Last movie i saw: idk rn my memory’s like ooof so... was it brokeback mountain? it was probably brokeback mountain. 

Last thing i googled: whether desocialize is a word or not because im writing a not very fun essay about social media (it is in fact a word btw)

favorite musician: yknow at this point i dont even know. sure i got favorites but i guess at this point in time theres no like. singular artist or band who towers over everything else i like. normally i would list multiple examples in lieu of a good answer but like im,, kinda tired and if youve been followin me for a while then you like probably know already

Song stuck in my head: i just read diana’s answer to this which had something to do with buddy holly, which of course because im me who doesnt know anything about buddy holly, started thinking about weezer, but instead of buddy holly (the song), say it aint so is in my head instead so yeah theres my thought process

Do i get asks: whenever i ask for them, i usually do

Blogs following: 392

What im wearing:  dark red sweater and blue sweatpants

Dream trip: the big move to cally o’ forña whenever that may be (hopefully in a year and a half when im gonna be starting that whole college thing)

Dream job: oh yknow anything thatll pay for the ol' living expenses and all that

Favorite food: the white pizza my mom just made was really good

Languages: english (theoretically)

Favorite song: selfish by little simz is.. a tune. and its great. 

Random fact: i love my grandma

im not very up for tagging anyone specific rn but yknow how it is if youre reading this and wanna do this thing goforit

[possumcorpse]

Bitch

so around the time-ish when i was getting into skateboarding more i drew a girl that was a "witch" that rode a broom like a longboard/surfboard and yeah and she has a brother that can shapeshift into a cat

so in the shower i came up with some more stuff

for now i'll refer to everyone with placeholder names that may change later

Ana (protagonist: Freshman year of high school. That's...pretty much it. They're pretty foul-mouthed and tough. Likes cruising around. Really likes bomber jackets and cool hats.)

Bryan (older brother: out of college, works at family job. can shapeshift into a cat. he likes his cat form much more since he can go almost anywhere like that. not really into longboarding and prefers riding bikes or driving his car)

Colton (Father: Owns a barbershop. His family get a family discount; 65% off normal price. Other people may get 50% sometimes or on certain days like...Six Dollar Saturdays or somethin. does not apply to custom cuts. Tries to avoid his past. Don't talk about it.)

Diana (Mother: Lived a life of secrecy. Things were fine up until Ana was born, where she then left for some reason. i havent fully worked this out tbh. but anyways she was a bank teller and also had powers??? like psychic powers kinda)

i call it "Bitch" for now because in middle school my PE teacher (ripperoni), when someone wanted to play an explicit song, would say stuff like "witches with a B" instead of "Bitch" and thats the title for now. (but i'll refer to it as "Bitches" in the tags tho)

i didnt come up with much after that except for like... a not so tragic backstory. the mom left for unknown reasons (idk yet tbh) but it wasnt because of something bad like "oh i need to keep the child a secret" cuz come on Ana's brother can fuckin shapeshift what makes her so special? she can levitate. my oh my we gotta put her down Ana's a ufo

the barbershop was originally gonna be a psychic place (fortune tellers and all. There's a lot in my city actually. its kinda nice to see small stores imo, but ive never been to them tho) and the dad could put people to sleep, allowing them to go to some spirit world for a brief moment. kinda like Black Panther? except instead of wisdom the people can be reunited with loved ones and stuff.

alright think of it like this. theres plenty of other people doing this in the nation/world. so then two people do it (doesnt matter if its at the same time or not), for example a long distance couple, and they are able to see each other "physically". this also applies to the deceased, except of course the process doesn't apply to them. they exist more as a ball of light (unlike physical spirits on Earth) and float around the spirit world/realm, which is basically Earth but in darker colors kinda. like as if the earth were in a constant eclipse and the sky was dark purple.

while that idea of the father doing that may not happen, the spirit realm thing is a definite real thing in something i call the Doodleverse (i am shit at coming up with names lol) and just yeah. basically limbo. purgatory. then spirits can come to earth if summoned by an angel or devil

~

why tbe FUCK am i awake its 12:46 am

i guess imma sleep lol

maybe thatll be my new writing tag? "Doodleverse"??? no it sounds lame. i'll come up with one eventually to go along with "#doodles".

oh yeah also im hella gonna draw lotsa new stuff now! once im done with the fanart thing, i got another request to finish (although just a sketch...?), two ocs (one of them being Ana! basically a redraw) and then a lil comic thing then monsters and othdr shit

i should sleep yeah

[springcatalyst]

cant tell if I'm hungry or just sick